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emo-batboy · 8 months

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Battinson and the JL ft. His Eventual Identity Reveal

(If you’re just here for the cutesy bits, skip to Attempt #2. Otherwise, STRAP IN CUZ IT’S A LOT)

Bruce Wayne of Matt Reeves’ The Batman is not the founder type.

He wouldn’t voluntarily join a book club, much less join a league of super powered vigilantes whom he does not know personally.

So in this universe, you probably wouldn’t call him one of the three Founding members.

But he’s still integral to the formation of the Justice League

It starts out with a friendly visit :)

Bruce is patrolling on a random night in Gotham when he notices a weird thing in the sky. It’s floating just far enough behind him that a less vigilant person wouldn’t have noticed, but Bruce is always watching his own back, and he takes it as a threat.

He strays from his usual path and then heads to a warehouse roof before turning to face the threat.

It’s Superman. All smiley and dressed in primary colors. The strongest, most powerful being on Earth just floating over like he wasn’t stalking Batman a second ago. Bruce does not like that.

“What do you want with Gotham?” He asks. “I don’t,” Superman says. “I wanted to talk to The Batman.” So this is some kind of fight? An intervention? A warning? Then Superman frowns. “You…are The Batman, right?”

Bruce only nods as he considers his options, but he can’t really do that when Superman has super speed, super sight, super strength, super breath, super lots-of-things-that-Batman-probably-doesn’t-know-of.

Then Superman surprises him by landing on the roof and giving him this pitch about a superhero group.

Superman and a few other vigilantes have been bouncing around the idea of teaming up together so they can help one another protect their cities. And The Batman was a “perfect candidate.”

“I’m not joining your club.” “It’s not a club. It’s a league.” “What’s your mission statement, then?” “A what?” Bruce fights the urge to roll his eyes. He still doesn’t trust this guy. “Take your league idea back to the drawing board then we can talk.” He does not intend on talking.

But two months later, Superman is back. This time, he brings another super powered vigilante named Wonder Woman.

She smiles, politely approaches him, and says “Superman tells me you want to learn more about our league.” That is not what he said, but he doesn’t bite.

Bruce can’t decide which they remind him of more: college recruiters or cult leaders. But because Wonder Woman genuinely seems to care about seeing this project through, and the roster she has of current like-minded vigilantes is impressive, he lets her talk.

And to give her credit, she definitely thought out the logistics more. It almost makes up for the time they’re wasting.

Okay, fine. They’re still way behind on concept, and it’s pitiful. He actually feels bad.

They obviously care! They just have no idea how to run a business like he does. Is it a bit cynical to think of this league of Justice as a business? Yes, but that’s the only way he can even conceive this happening and working.

Bruce asks about their organization’s leadership structure, and that’s when Wonder Woman falters a bit. “We want to work with each other, not for.” Bruce bites his tongue on that subject.

He asks about their scope of work. “We want to help as many people as we can, but that can be ironed out later.” Bruce bites his tongue on that subject.

He asks “Who’s funding this?” She answers, “We have a few members willing to pitch in, but the majority will have to come from generous citizens.” And that’s when he just stops asking questions. Because what?

If he could cry the grease paint off, he would.

They can’t just think every super-powered vigilante is going to sing Kumbaya and braid each other’s hair. There needs to be checks and balances within the organization to avoid tyranny and corruption. They need a reliable source of donations (that doesn’t immediately out Bruce.) They need a proper chain of command. They need to map out their area of responsibility. They need to design a VERY strict vetting process. It’s not sunshine and rainbows. It’s hard work!

So he says he’ll think about it again and complains to Alfred about the weird super stalkers.

But for SOME reason, Alfred doesn’t see the problem

Alfred encourages him to join so he can “make some friends.” But how can he trust these people if they can’t even make a half-decent pitch? It’s like a bad episode of Shark Tank.

And “make friends?” They’re all masked

But after a week of gentle nudging (read: very firm lectures), Bruce agrees. ONLY to keep tabs on the rest of the vigilante world and possible threats to Gotham

(And without his help, they’ll probably butt-dial Lex Luthor the nuclear codes or something)

And he is damn well going to figure out who these people really are before he helps them make a Super Organization.

Alfred figures out about half of their secret identities purely as a brain exercise while Bruce is out fighting crime and collecting head injuries like Pokémon cards. They figure out the rest together.

They also develop contingency plans for every single member. Just in case.

And after months of Batman being visited by random vigilantes, whom he has several choice words for about personal space—“This is my city. Go away.”—he accepts. On several conditions.

Not all of them are appreciated.

Attempt #1: “Making Friends”

After several scheduling conflicts, a lot of prep work, and a really good hype session in front of the mirror, Bruce heads on over to the first official meeting.

Batman arrives with a long list of things they need to do before going public. The first thing on the list?

Write A Mission Statement

What the fuck are they actually trying to do? Bruce thinks this is a great starting point.

And you’d think (you’d think) this Justice League thing would be easier to tolerate than the drawn-out exec meetings he has to sit through with boring, old businessmen who keep delaying things so they can hash out every little detail.

To Bruce’s absolute horror, he BECOMES the boring businessman who’s delaying things so they can hash out every little detail. He misses the boring, old businessmen. At least they knew what they were doing.

Every turn, he is argued with.

“Why do we need a mission statement?” “‘Power Structure’ feels authoritarian. Can’t we just share leadership duties?” “Do we really need this much paperwork?”

Bruce has the audacity to say, “We need to develop some sort of protocol that helps us analyze any possible threat.” But no. “Why can’t I just jump in? I have eyes.” “Jumping in without studying an opponent’s behavior could cause more harm than good,” he insists. “So what? I’m going to watch an alien monster go on a rampage through my city instead of fighting it?” “Yes. You don’t know what it’s capable of.”

Bruce already regrets joining.

All he hears is the others gossiping. “Is this guy really telling us how to be heroes?” “He’s got a major stick up his ass.” “I knew we shouldn’t have let him join.” And if that doesn’t dissuade him, he doesn’t know what will.

“How was the first meeting?” Alfred asks. Bruce scowls. “I’m not making friends.”

Nonetheless, Bruce sticks it out for weeks until they have some semblance of an organization. And, to his shock and amazement, it…kind of works.

The Justice League makes its debut, and Wayne Enterprises generously donates some money “out of spite” after Lex Luthor publicly denounces the league. (Honestly, Bruce would too if he hadn’t personally duct-taped it together himself.)

But the league starts small, just like he told them, they respond to natural disasters and public safety threats first (as per the outreach initiative) and focus on protecting communities in need (as per the mission statement.)

Yes, they still think Batman has a stick up his ass because he’s a stickler for writing incident reports, but no one else reads them so he has the right to be pissed.

He’s almost kind of sort of content with how it’s going. Even his reputation as a vigilante is improving.

That’s when another glaring difference between him and the other members appears.

Despite looking the same age as the rest of the team, Bruce is actually much younger?? Even excluding the aliens, gods, etc.

Most of his teammates are in their late 30’s, early 40’s. Meanwhile, Bruce is at the ripe age of 29 and a half.

He is the youngest by ten years.

Everyone kind of just assumes he’s the same age, though, so they make references to 80’s kids stuff that he only vaguely understands through Alfred and his business partners. He just sits there in silence like a child who snuck over to the adult table and is waiting to get caught.

So on top of the rift he (accidentally) created when they started the organization, it’s even harder to connect through similar interests. Other than punching people together.

And Bruce Wayne has a bad case of imposter syndrome when it comes to their superpowers.

He’s always in the corner brooding, and everyone’s like ummm antisocial much?

But 50% of the time, it’s because he’s thinking “I’ll never amount to the incredible heroic feats everyone else has accomplished. How can I possibly make a difference to the world if I’m already struggling to save Gotham?” Like a little emo freak 🖤

(Meanwhile, you couldn’t pay those mf’s to step foot in Gotham. This Bat guy’s crazy and he’s human apparently?! No way. Nuh uh.)

The OTHER 50% of his “brooding” is Bruce standing to the side with a mixture of concern and judgment because his teammates’ competency in certain areas is…alarmingly low sometimes.

One week, he finds himself thinking, “How do these grown-ass adults not know their way around a digital map? They’re 40, not geriatric.”

Then like a week later, it’s “These fucking war fossils don’t even know Morse code. I gotta do everything around here.”

One of the final straws is when he says, “Did they just break another fucking Keurig? Who does that, Alfred? It’s the fifth one.”

Suffice it to say, he’s not very personable. But is it his fault? Well yeah, a little bit. Like……..65% his fault.

(The remaining 35% is their moaning and groaning whenever Batman calls a meeting.)

Bruce’s irritation is totally justified.

God, he just wants to go home.

Why is he doing this again?

Attempt #2: Actually Making Friends

The first JL member to break through his cold, black exterior is Wonder Woman. She needs help with search and rescue after a sinkhole opens up near an elementary school, but no one’s available until Batman responds to her call.

He’s on the scene in less than an hour and makes quick work in securing the area. Thankfully, she catches him once it’s over. (He always runs off without saying goodbye.)

“Thanks for helping. Everyone else was just so busy. I’m glad you could fly over.” Batman mumbles something that she can’t quite hear. “What was that?” she asks. “I was busy too,” he repeats. She gives him a weird look, and he freezes up for a second as he realizes that probably wasn’t appropriate to say. “I mean…this was more important. There were kids in danger so it didn’t…matter if I was busy.”

Wonder Woman considers how awkward The Batman looks for a moment then smiles. So he really is human. “Well, thank you. The help was very much appreciated.”

Since then, several small acts of kindness and solidarity earn Batman some respect from the rest of the team.

One day, Flash complains about how boring their meetings are so Batman brings a massive bin of fidget toys. After placing them in front of the Flash, he mumbles, “These are for ADHD. They’re useful.” Flash almost cries with relief. He is very touched.

Another day, Green Arrow is severely injured in battle. Without a word, Batman leaves the fight, takes him to a safe location, stops the bleeding, and does it all while repeatedly making sure he’s awake and asking permission to remove certain pieces of clothing.

In another fight, Plastic Man’s mask is thrown off, and Batman sees his face. In a second, Batman tosses a smoke bomb, picks up the mask, and hands it back before anyone else can look. It costs them time and the element of surprise, and Plastic Man knows it, but Batman did it anyway.

A JL member’s stomach grumbles during one too many meetings. Suddenly, their little break room becomes a fully stocked kitchen with shelf-stable meal items and all the basic necessities. There’s a nut-free section, a gluten-free section, everything. The only reason they know it’s him is because anyone else would have admitted to it.

(He renovated the whole fucking thing. In one night. By himself.)

And they all see how gentle he is with children. Countless times, The Batman is spotted prioritizing young civilians at any given moment.

He has lollipops in his belt. And Bluey bandaids too.

It’s the little things that make them feel closer to him :)

And okay maybe his goddamn Mission Statement lecture wasn’t so bad

So they stop moaning and groaning

Okay, now it’s bonding time WOOHOO!!

Attempt #3: Kinda? Friends??

One day, Superman says he isn’t too fond of billionaires (because of Lex, obviously) and goes on a rant about capitalism. Bruce doesn’t dare contribute because 1) he’s the richest man in the world and 2) every other billionaire he’s met is insufferable.

(Including Oliver Queen who Bruce refuses to look at while Green Arrow “defends his city’s billionaire.”)

(And while we’re on the topic of Green Arrow, Bruce cannot forget the disappointing almost-fling two summers ago. He still holds a grudge.)

Green Arrow: “You’re all fashion nightmares. Who wears a cape in the 21st century?” Batman: “At least my facial hair isn’t longer than my dick.” GA: “What was that, Batman?” B: “What?”

Also Bruce is very attracted to Superman.

(He likes older men.)

(Yes, I am referring to Henry Cavill’s Superman.)

(Sue me.)

(But don’t get your hopes up. He does literally nothing about it.)

(Coward.)

One of the JL members complains about how sore they are after a few missions so Bruce cashes in his Monthly Attempt to Socialize and says, “Try yoga. It helps me.” “…Batman, you do yoga?” “Yes. My son got me into it….It’s good for you.” “You have a son?!” He is never socializing again.

They also learn that Batman has the smallest frame on the team. (Like yeah, he’s tall, but he’s also lanky, and everyone else is either an alien or a human dorito.)

One night, they need to sneak through the vents of some building so Bruce offers to do it. Someone says, “It’s a tight squeeze. Are you sure you can fit?” Then he just takes his cape and pauldrons and shoulder pads off and is suddenly like a foot skinnier

“Wait…is this why you’re so good at hiding in the shadows?” Bruce just glares at the Flash for a second before climbing into the vents.

(The answer is yes.)

A betting pool is started over whether or not Batman is part Bat.

In fact, several betting pools begin because no one knows anything about the guy??

Aquaman and Plastic Man go to great lengths to figure out what his hair color is.

They lose their shit once Bruce tells them he’s vegetarian.

Green Lantern: “Every time he opens his mouth, we learn something new. Next, he’s going to tell me he speaks Swahili!” Batman: “I do.” GL: “Oh, come on!”

Superman: “We need someone on the inside for this international operation to work, but that’ll take at least three months undercover.” Batman: “Don’t worry. I have connections.” S: “…In Shanghai?” B: “Yes.”

The Flash adds SHANGHAI?? to his conspiracy board

Bruce needs to stop trying to socialize. It’s better for everyone’s cardiovascular health.

A year or two in, they’re all introduced to Captain Marvel. Bruce is the first and only person to learn his true identity (kid Billy Batson) because Bruce is the only one with a kid. That way, he understands the weird Gen-Alpha humor and references.

Millennia-old deities don’t use the term Flop Era.

And, of course, they play FMK at some point.

(I mean, come on. There are like TWO mature adults on this team, but Martian Manhunter doesn’t know what’s going on until it’s too late, and Wonder Woman is busy at her day job.)

During that particular round, the celebrities are Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, and Kylie Jenner. Bruce does, in fact, want to kill himself, but he chooses Fuck instead because of this exact conversation:

Green Lantern: Come on, Bats. It’s just a game! Choose already. Batman: No. I’m against killing. GL: Oh, go fuck yourself. This situation is completely hypothetical, and you know it. B: Fine! Fuck Bruce, Marry Kylie, Kill Lex. GL: See? That wasn’t so hard :) Bruce:

He tried

Attempt #4: Ah shit, FRIEND?

The identity reveal comes about three years after he joins. He’s 32, has three kids, he’s been on hundreds of missions with them, the team’s over twice its original size, and there are domestic terrorists overtaking Manhattan.

Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, and The Batman try to extract as many civilians as possible, but now they’re being hunted. After hiding in a warehouse and considering their options, MM finally suggests that they pose as civilians, which immediately creates uproar.

Bruce, however, realizes this is the only way out.

But it’s not dramatic or badass like that one JL episode. No, instead, he thinks about it, swallows the regret, and just—

Takes off his cowl.

And the whole room falls dead fucking quiet.

Then, “Oh fuck.”

(That was Green Lantern.)

Bruce just shrugs and mumbles, “Martian is right. It’s the only way.” And really fucking hopes the grease paint hides his red face because he is not having a good time right now.

He would rather die, actually, but they need to get somewhere safe and Fast.

The others look him up and down then nod slowly. “Uh yeah.” “Okay, sure.” “This is fine.” “We’ll do that.”

The others begin slowly taking off their suits and changing into something more casual. Bruce takes his off, revealing the skin-tight compression suit underneath, and stuffs his armor in the roll-up duffel bag that’s kept in his belt.

He changes into his drifter outfit, wipes his face clean, and suddenly, The Batman’s just a normal guy. (A very pretty normal guy, mind you. His teammates have eyes.)

“We can head to my place,” Bruce says. “It’s closer, and I know the train system pretty well.” And yes, he’s pretty soft-spoken outside of the suit, but now it feels even more obvious.

Meanwhile, the others are like—

Oh. My. God.

Oh my god, he’s fucking shy. Batman is acting shy in front of us. Dear fucking god. Batman is Bruce Wayne. And Bruce is shy so Batman is fucking shy?? Bruce is pretty too. Holy fuck. He is very pretty.

And he’s so young?? Oh my god, he’s a BABY wtf?! He’s like four inches shorter. Four inches tall! They’re all towering over him without his massive boots and armor, and he just hunches over with the big duffel bag like he wants to sink into the floor, and he’s so small.

Wonder Woman wants to put him in her pocket.

Sue her.

They end up taking the train back. Bruce has on the mask and cap that hides his face (poor Superman, he really likes his jawline) and they all follow Bruce as he gets off and on several trains at seemingly random stops. THEN when they’re finally in Gotham, they head into an abandoned-looking subway station that leads them into a…cave?? WTF

And in the middle of the cave is an elderly man with a cane and a three-piece suit just lounging on a recliner. (WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK—)

He looks up from his crossword puzzle and says, “Ah! You’ve finally made friends, I see?” Bruce rolls his eyes. “This is not a sleepover,” he gripes. “Shame. I was about to grab your footie pajamas for you.”

The man smiles at them. “A pleasure to meet Master Wayne’s work friends in person. Would you like some coffee? Tea? If you’re like him, this is going to be a long night.”

No one dares to question why this man recognizes them in their civvies

They also can’t tell if the footie pajamas line was a joke or not. After tonight, nothing is off the table.

(This is a minefield of information. Barry is having flashbacks to his conspiracy board. No one is going to fucking believe him.)

They all settle into one corner of the cave. Bruce leaves to change and comes back looking like this:

(Goddamnit, Clark is having a meltdown. His hair looks so good wet.)

At one point while they’re plotting, Wonder Woman glances over his shoulder to see Bruce checking some sort of security camera. A boy, maybe nine or ten, is sleeping in bed. “Is that your son?” Bruce clearly doesn’t want to answer, but Alfred gives him a look, and Bruce sighs. “One of them. Yes.”

Later, they have to analyze some explosive samples in the cave, and Barry, forensic scientist extraordinaire, has some choice words about the non-sterile environment.

Barry: This doesn’t look safe. Bruce: My lab is perfectly clean and functional. *bat screeches* Don’t worry about that.

For the rest of the night, they use the evidence they have to track down the organization while the rest of the JL suits up and saves NYC.

After a few hours, they’re safe to return to NYC for damage control. But Alfred refuses to let Bruce go with them. “Your sons are worried. Drive them to school, then you’re coming home and sleeping.”

Bruce clearly wants to argue, but the mention of his kids stops him. He sighs and turns to the others who are already changed. “Let me know if you need anything. I can be there in ten minutes.”

They all nod, knowing full well they will not be doing that. The guy clearly needs rest.

(Also, he is a single father of three and still goes out every night to punch robbers and crime bosses? Is he doing okay?)

Then they head back to NYC with so many questions.

But a lot of it makes sense too, actually. Maybe they just weren’t thinking about the man behind the mask enough to see it.

They learned a lot about their friend that night.

And they have a lot of bets to cash in.

FIN

Okay :D that was a lot! If you enjoyed it, please let me know. This has been simmering in the back of my head for months <3 Have a great day and drink some water :)

Hey bestie @bruciemilf

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incendiobrock · 27 days

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Complicated {Matt Sturniolo}

Warnings: angsty, language, not proofread oops

Pairing(s): fem!reader x matt, bsf fem!reader x chris

Summary: Matt and y/n have a strange relationship with one another. They are basically together although it isn't official. When Matt goes out on a date with another girl, Chris has to be there for y/n.

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Whenever anybody asks you about your relationship with Matt Sturniolo your brain automatically answers with, “It’s complicated”… Out loud however you’ll state that you’re just super close friends. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more than friendship, but Matt was confusing… There was no label assigned to the two of you and you couldn’t stand it.

You kept your mouth shut about your feelings in order to make sure you wouldn’t lose him. If you had to be his best friend in order to keep him in your life then you would do it.

The triplets were people that came into your life at the perfect time and took you under their wing. Chris and Nick were like the brothers you had never had, but you never told them about your feelings for Matt either. It wasn’t out of fear of judgment or anything of the sort, Nick just can’t be trusted with a secret and Chris most likely knew without the inside scoop.

Sometimes you wished that had developed your crush for Chris instead. He was super nice to you and you got along with him just as well as you did with Matt but the only thing it was missing was that spark.

You felt that spark with Matt constantly. When he would look at you, when he would unconsciously place his hands on you, even when he would simply speak to you.

That being said, you unofficially lived at their place despite having an apartment twenty minutes away. You wanted to be around 24/7 and at this point you practically were. Crashing on their couch only lasted for about a month until you began to sleep in bed with Matt. He had initiated it, coming out to the living room one night and taking your hand into his.

“Come on, I know you don’t sleep well out here.” He whispered. Removing your pillow from the couch you followed hand in hand to his room.

The door shut and a soft glow from his computer screen lit up the room. You sent him a soft smile, appreciating the invite to sleep on a real bed. As you two went to sleep that night you felt his arm wrap around your torso, pulling your back into him as he made you the little spoon, “Goodnight y/n”. His quiet voice filled the room, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

From then on out you would be in his bed every night, tangled in the sheets. You would wake up next to each other just the same. He would always wake up before you and if he needed to leave he would let you know so you wouldn’t wake up to an empty bed. This morning however, it was different.

The alarm you had set for noon began to go off and you groggily flung your arm out to the table to grab your phone and shut it off. When you flipped over to the other side of the bed you were met with an empty space where Matt’s body should’ve been. Your eyebrows furrowed as you lifted yourself up, glancing around the room and still not seeing him. His shirt that you wore hung to your mid thigh as you walked out of the bedroom, rounding the corner to the kitchen, still no Matt in sight.

“Good morning!” Chris called from the couch, glancing over his shoulder to greet you. You stood dumbfounded in your place, this was strange.

“Chris, have you seen Matt at all this morning? He wasn’t in the bedroom and I-“ A door behind you opened up causing you to turn around. Matt exited the bathroom with damp curly hair and a nice outfit on. He came over to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders and causing you both to look over at Chris, “How do I look?” He asked his sibling, running his free hand through his locks.

“Looking good Matt.” Chris responds, throwing a thumbs up in the air. You glanced at Matt taking in his appearance. His cologne filled your nose as well as a hint of mint from the gum he had in his mouth. A smirk played on his face as he received Chris’ compliment.

“I didn’t realize you guys were filming today, I thought it was Wednesday?” You lightly laughed, Matt still being glued to your side as his arm continued to drape over your shoulders. He playfully furrowed his brows letting his mouth part slightly, “We aren’t filming silly, I’m going on a date.”

The smile you had quickly faded to confusion, a date? Before you could even process anything else Matt’s arm was removing itself from your shoulders as he walked into the bedroom to grab his car keys. “See you guys later!” Matt shouted, rushing down the stairs and out the front door. Tears pricked in your eyes as the realization began to set in… Matt is going on a date with another girl. Chris walked towards the kitchen going to grab a pepsi out of the fridge when he noticed you were still standing there. “Hey, you alright?” He questioned, examining your face as you were sure he noticed the gloss in your eyes. You half heartedly nodded your head telling him you were fine, “I’m gonna go lay in bed I think.” You whispered, your voice cracking as you disappeared into the room that you shared with Matt.

As you lay in the sheets you couldn’t help but feel disgusting and guilty. As you lay in bed (his bed) crying about the boy you were secretly in love with, he was off on a date. It made it that much worse that the bed wasn’t even yours to begin with. The pit in your stomach ached as the pillow became sprinkled with tears. All the sweet nothings and simple touches you shared together meant nothing. You weren’t anything to Matt besides a close friend. Hours passed and the sadness you felt only got worse as the time went by. Matt had been gone for longer than you would’ve thought.

A faint knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts of despair, “Are you okay in there? You haven’t come out of the room since Matt left.” Chris stated through the wooden door. You didn’t reply, maybe he would think you were sleeping and would leave you alone. The door cracked open as Chris peered in, spotting you in a fetal position in the middle of the bed. “Wanna talk about it?” His voice filled the room again, sitting himself down at the edge of the bed. You shifted uncomfortably as you tugged on the covers, trying to hide from all of your problems.

After a few moments of silence you decided to speak up, “Did you know?”

“Did I know what? That he was going on a date? I mean yeah he kinda mentioned it to me yesterday but I guess I didn’t really think about whether that meant he was going with you or not-“ He rambled, wishing that he had told you about it last night when you both sat in the living room watching Nick play Fortnite. You let out a sigh, squeezing your eyes closed tightly.

“I don’t get it Chris… We spend every single night together in this bed and yet I feel like i’m insane for liking him more than a friend.” Chris listened patiently, placing a comforting hand onto your shoulder. “He clearly doesn’t feel any ways towards me or else this wouldn’t have happened. I don’t even know what to say.” You finished.

“Nah, come on, don’t say that… Matt loves you he is constantly talking about you and he wants to spend every minute of everyday with you-“

“Then why is he out with some other girl right now?” Anger poured out of you, projecting your rage onto him even though none of this was his fault. “I’m sorry Chris, I-I didn’t mean to snap at you… This is just so frustrating.” Tears began to burn into your eyes again as you started to rethink about Matt. Chris laid next to you, wrapping you into a comforting hug. His best friend was hurting because of his brother and it broke his heart. You cursed to yourself as you buried your face into Chris’ chest, you were absolutely pathetic.

“I’m so sorry Matt did this to you.” Chris whispered, running his hand over the back of your head and smoothing down your hair.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” A voice said as the bedroom door opened yet again. You lifted your head from Chris’ chest to see Matt stood in the doorway. “Matt-“ Your voice squeaked out, looking into his narrowed eyes.

“Are you and Chris cuddling in MY bed?” He asked, emphasizing the word ‘my’ and filling it with venom.

“Look dude, she was upset because you left her here so I was just being a good friend!" Chris shot back, removing himself from the bed and holding his hands up in surrender. The tension in the room was thick to a point where it was hard to breathe. The glare that Matt was shooting at his brother was deadly and you were shocked that Chris was still alive and well.

You were out of the bed now, walking past Chris and straight towards Matt. Matt had his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to make eye contact with you as he continued to shoot daggers towards Chris. "Can we talk about this, please..." You begged. His eyes remained forward as Chris spoke up yet again, “Maybe if you weren’t off with some other girl you would know how the girl that’s been in our lives for years feels about you! You’re a selfish piece of shit Matt…” He finished, shoving past Matt and leaving you two alone in the doorway.

“What’s he talking about?” Matt asked, finally his blue eyes meeting yours that were now wide from Chris’ spilling of your secrets. His gaze felt way more intimidating than it had even felt before. You couldn’t tell if he was angry that he had seen you cuddled up with his brother, even if it was platonic, or if he was mad that you hadn’t replied to his question yet. Your fingers trembled as you looked down nervously playing with them. “I-I can explain Matt… Please just- don’t be mad at me.” Your voice barely came out as more than a whisper.

Matt placed his hand over yours, stopping you from twiddling with them, instantly sending relief through your whole body. How could a simple touch from him put you at ease? His gaze had softened and you knew he was silently urging you to continue. “I have feelings for you, and I’ve had them for a while and I tried to stop them because I didn’t want to scare you off… Hearing you say that you were going on a date today almost destroyed me.” Everything was fully laid out on the table now, he finally knew what you had been hiding.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, breaking what felt like never ending silence. Sorry? Was that all he had to say back?

“No, I’m sorry. I should just go-“ You began to walk past him, making your way towards the hallway when you felt his hand come in contact with you once again. “Wait-“ He said, pulling you back by the arm and causing you to look at him once again. His other hand cupped your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss, sending shocks through your whole body.

You kissed him back after a second, realizing this wasn’t a dream. You melted into each other in ways that you would’ve never imagined. His lips were so soft and everything about this felt so right. The kiss lasted for at least ten seconds before he pulled away, leaving you both breathless.

“The only reason I went on that date was because I was sure you weren’t interested in me as anything more than a friend.” He admitted, His hand still cupping your face as his eyes searched yours.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Well you were wrong, and I’m still upset about the date, but just shut up and kiss me again. I’ve waited too long for this.” Without hesitation his lips were attached to yours once again. He knew he would have to apologize to you for going out with someone, and he definitely needed to make amends with Chris, but right now he just wanted to keep his lips on yours. So that’s what he did.

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solarsturniolo · 2 months

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gonna need an nsfw alphabet from you for Matt if u haven’t already

Matt Sturniolo NSFW alphabet

Warnings: NSFW (obviously) / Sex / kinks / like it’s literally descriptive blurbs about what he’s like during sex idk what else to even put lmao

A = Aftercare: Matt’s a sweetheart and he makes sure to take good care of you after doing the deed. He’ll clean you up and help you slip into one of his shirts before pulling you into his arms to hold you. Whispering soft praises against your hair, peppering kisses across your head and face. If there’s anything that you need, he’s doing it for you in a heartbeat.

B = Body part: His favorite body part of his are his hands, the one part of him that can feel every inch of you. He can hold you, squeeze you, caress you. His hands know every crevice, every crook and cranny of your body. He could navigate your body with his eyes closed. His favorite body part of yours are your lips. He’d kiss you for hours if you’d let him. He loves how soft they are against his skin when you kiss him, and he loves the way they look when you smile at him. Not to mention how pretty his name sounds falling from your lips.

C = Cum: He’ll typically cum on your stomach or face, but some mornings he’s too lazy to put on a condom and too high with bliss to pull out. It’s rare when it happens, and he knows the consequences that could come with it, but there’s nothing he loves more than finishing inside you after a round of filthy sleepy morning sex.

D = Dirty secret: He reads fanfiction to study things to say or do during sex. Sometimes you wonder how he comes up with some of the things he says or how he knows just what to do at just the right time. He’s just glad you haven’t found his tumblr yet.

E = Experience: He hadn’t had sex very much before meeting you, maybe only once or twice. It took some guidance from you but he was a fast learner.

F = Favorite position: He loves missionary, he thinks the intimacy and closeness only enhances the alluring moment between you both. That being said, he also loves when you ride him. He loves anything that makes you feel more close and connected to each other. He also just likes being able to see your face.

G = Goofy: It’s no big secret that Matt’s a goofball. This doesn’t change in the bedroom. Sometimes between positions he’ll tickle your sides, other times he’ll stumble over his words and make a silly face. Something about it is charming and admirable, like he doesn’t change who he is in these intimate moments. He’s still the same goofy guy you fell in love with.

H = Hair: He keeps it neat and trimmed. He’ll let it grow out if he knows he’s not going to see you for a long period of time, but he likes to keep it well tamed when you’re around. His facial hair, however, he will grow out for…personal reasons.

I = Intimacy: Gentle touches and caresses, soft kisses all over your body, sweet whispers of praise…Matt is very intimate. He wants to soak it all in, every delicious second of it. He believes the sensual foreplay and teasing is just as important as the actual intercourse itself. He wants to be as close and passionate with you as he physically can.

J = Jack off: He’s a very organized individual and he has a system for everything, jerking off is no different. Every time he knows exactly what pictures and videos of yours to look at, and he knows he only needs about fifteen minutes max. He’s quiet and composed, though as he gets closer he’ll slip up and let a few whimpers out. He’ll lift up his shirt enough to spill his cum onto torso, then he’ll clean himself up and go back to whatever it was that he was doing before.

K = Kink: Matt isn’t super kinky, but he does have a handful of favorites. He likes choking, spanking, and bondage, but he doesn’t go out of his comfort zone too much to try anything crazy.

L = Location: Matt is a pretty old fashioned guy when it comes to where he wants to have sex. The bed is his favorite because he has you all to himself and doesn’t have to worry about any distractions. That being said, he still enjoys the risk every now and again. The car and the kitchen are his other two favorites. He loves to come up behind you after breakfast and snake his arms around your waist, kissing your neck softly. “You take such good care of me,” he whispers in his gravely sleepy voice. He’ll gently push you to lean over the counter, his hands moving to grasp your hips. “Now let me take care of you.”

M = Motivation: He knows it’s time to drag you to the bedroom when you’re kissing his neck. It’s the one thing that drives him absolutely crazy, and you know it.

N = No: Matt has no interest in pegging whatsoever. He’s fine with experimenting with the submissive stuff, but he draws the line at anything penetrating him. He also refuses to use a gag toy. He wants you to be able to use the safe word if the time ever came, so he ruled out anything that takes longer than 5 seconds to spit out of your mouth.

O = Oral: He doesn’t really care about receiving. He loves it, of course, but he would much rather be taking care of you. He loves to be buried between your legs, in fact he’ll find pretty much any excuse to be there. He will not move forward with anything until he has made you finish on his tongue at least once.

P = Pace: it depends on the mood that he’s in. Most of the time he likes to take his time, slow and sensual sex with soft music playing. But some days he has the animalistic urge to push you down onto the bed and have his way with you. It’s not often, usually only when you get him riled up, like when you manage to incorporate thigh high socks into whatever outfit you plan out. It awakens something primal in him and all he can think about for the rest of the day is what he’s going to do once you get back into his bedroom that night.

Q = Quickie: Matt prefers taking his time with you, so a quickie isn’t necessarily his favorite. But sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he’s game to squeeze a round in before he and his brothers have to leave to film. It’s very rare though, because one time he didn’t get to finish before he had to leave and you could definitely tell that he was irritated by it in the footage they had recorded that night.

R = Risk: Matt does not like taking risks. No shower sex, he wouldn’t want to risk slipping and hurting you. No public sex, he wouldn’t want anyone to see or hear and potentially catch you. If he is feeling risky, he’ll take you to an empty parking garage to have sex in his car.

S = Stamina: Matt can really only go about two rounds before he’s done for the night, but fortunately he also lasts a fairly long time. However, when he hasn’t seen you in a long period of time, a third round is almost guaranteed. He can’t help it, it’s hard not to finish fast the first round when he hasn’t held you in almost three weeks.

T = Toys: This man owns a fleshlight, argue with the wall.

U = Unfair: Love is a word that doesn’t even begin to describe his feelings toward teasing. He practically gets off to it. Watching you squirm and beg for him all while he just tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “What’s the matter, pretty girl? You don’t like when i do this?” He’ll smirk knowingly as you whine at his words, begging for him to do anything.

V = Volume: Hes not super loud, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone hearing what’s happening in his room when you’re there with him. Not because he’s ashamed, but because he doesn’t like to share. He likes any and all intimate moments with you to be only his. That being said, he still wants you to know how good you make him feel. He’ll grunt and moan softly against your skin, he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear about how perfect you feel around him. He knows just what to do to drive you crazy, he just likes to do it quietly :)

W = Wild card: He secretly enjoys being submissive sometimes, but he will never be the first one to suggest it or initiate it. But when you do suggest it, he is more than happy to fulfil your wishes as well as his own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): Matt has a great build, he’s not too big but not super scrawny. He’s toned but not ripped. As for what’s in his pants, he has what would be categorized as the perfect dick. Not small but not huge, he has enough to fill you up perfectly every time.

Y = Yearning: His sex drive is pretty high, especially around you. When you’re not there, it’s easier for him to ignore it, but when you’re a foot away from him he feels this almost primal need inside of him. The need to push you down and make you his. When you’re around, there’s no telling when his libido will dip, he just wants it the entire time you’re with him.

Z = Zzz: Matt cherishes the time after sex, he loves getting to snuggle with you and watch a few episodes of your new favorite show or having an in-depth discussion about your ongoing beef with that coworker you don’t like. He doesn’t care as long as he gets to be close to you. He usually won’t fall asleep until you have, and even then he likes to stay up and admire you while you’re at your most peaceful state.

a/n: hope you all enjoyed! please remember that these are all fictional.

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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Galaxy girl | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Matt has a crush on Y/N, an influencer extremely well-known in the USA, but when she goes to the Zach Sang Show, Matt discovers that she also has a crush on him. When the two meet at a party, how will Matt react?

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Hi beautiful people! I'm Zach, and that is Dan, and welcome to the studio for the first time after many requests, Y/N!" Zach began with his standard intro, the camera moving away from him and onto Y/N, who was sitting comfortably on the couch facing her microphone.

"Hii, wow... I've lost count of how many nights I've spent hours watching your show, Zach, so being here is an honor! Thank you so much for having me." Y/N spoke with a smile on her face, her eyes shining with excitement.

"It's amazing to have you here too. Believe me, the honor is ours." Zach replied, smiling just as much. "But tell me, how is life? Crazy, I imagine." He asked with a smile, taking in Y/N's features.

"Don't remind me, literally crazy! As I have Instagram, Tiktok, and YouTube to manage and post content every day, at least in one, I haven't had time to stop much, you know?" Y/N spoke while gesturing with her hands. "But it's been incredible. Over the past five years, I've loved every moment of it."

"I can only imagine, especially since you have a knack for fashion too, right? I see you a lot at events." Zach commented, taking a sip of his water.

"Yes, exactly. My content is a little bit of everything: humor, fashion, relationships, makeup, Q&A, day-to-day life, etc. I like this really mixed stuff." The girl let out a laugh when she finished.

"Yes, I think that's what attracts so many audiences to you too, right? You have subjects that cover all audiences." Zach commented, receiving a nod from the influencer. "And tell me a little about how it all started, from the beginning."

"Well, I've always been a person who loved to talk, my friends at school joked that if I sat next to an unknown person for ten minutes, within the first minute I would come up with a random topic and start a conversation." Y/N smiled when she heard Zach comment that that was something super interesting and traits of an extroverted person. "Plus, I've always liked having an audience and social media. I had Musical.ly many years ago, where I posted short makeup and hair videos."

"Wow, Musical.ly, I completely forgot it existed." Dan commented, laughing along with the other two.

"Yes, it looks like it was a crazy dream." Zach nodded, glancing briefly at Dan before returning his gaze to Y/N. "I saw some videos from that time. You once mentioned that you took makeup courses, right?"

"Yes, I took makeup courses at Make-up Forever Academy while I was at school. It's always been my favorite hobby." Y/N said, as she stirred her Starbucks coffee cup, her drink still warm. "And on Musical.ly, I only posted that, but over time, the app lost popularity, and people started looking for me on Instagram. At the time, my Instagram was pretty empty, I didn't post almost anything there, just some also makeup things. But then, I needed to change that since Instagram gave me a lot more tools to create more expansive content. It was the moment that I completely lost my shyness with cameras, you know? That's when I started talking about other things besides makeup and hair, and the audience grew. Famous people started following me as well, I remember I panicked about that." She paused, laughing, accompanied by Zach, who was listening intently.

"And my followers started asking for a YouTube channel, where I could make longer videos and each one about something specific. I thought a lot about it, but I took courage and created my channel, and it totally exploded, almost all of my followers from Instagram started to follow me there, but on YouTube the number of people doubled."

"It caught the attention of the public who only used YouTube, right?" Zach commented, nodding in understanding.

"Exactly! And I was just with this two social medias for a few years, until I discovered Tiktok, that's when I discovered that it was like an improved Musical.ly, and that a lot of people made content just on it. I remember thinking: why not? I was already fully on the Internet, and it wouldn't hurt to have another social network. The audience continued to grow, and there were shares all the time, likes, and comments, and with that, we reached 16 million subscribers on YouTube and 6 million followers on Tiktok and Instagram." Y/N finished, her face showing a smile as she momentarily remembered her long journey there.

"Your history with the Internet is truly incredible, you are one of the biggest influencers in the United States and well known all over the world, having started at 15 years old and fighting to grow and gain your own space." Zach praised, clapping playfully as Y/N waved her hand like it was nothing, her face turning red in embarrassment. "But you mentioned a subject I wanted to bring up: celebrities." He said, laughing when he saw the girl take on a fearful look.

"Jesus, what are you going to say?" Y/N asked with a smile on her face, she had already opened up her life and tastes so much to her audience, that she knew she would definitely have said something about celebrities that she didn't remember at that moment, but that Zach would bring up.

"There was a video on Tiktok where you were answering a question from a fan, who had asked what your favorite YouTube channel and your celebrity crush were." Zach began, approaching the microphone to his face. Y/N widened her eyes, taking a sip of her drink to hide her expression, vaguely remembering the video in question. "And you answered that your favorite channel was the Sturniolo Triplets and that your celebrity crush was Matt Sturniolo, is that correct?"

"Oh my God." Y/N muttered, hiding her red cheeks in her hands. "Yes, it is." She let out a nervous laugh. "The triplets are super funny, I just love their content! I'm not going to lie, I've never missed a video of them. I saw that Chris came here this year, right? I think their journey with YouTube is incredible." She said, Zach nodding as he confirmed that Chris had been on the show recently.

"They really are incredible people. Their content is gold. But, is Matt still your crush?" He asked again, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Y/N asked as she smiled sheepishly. "Yes, he's still my crush. I mean, have you seen that man? He's hot, has an incredible sense of humor, and is kind! Just perfect, just no more than Harry Styles." She counted the characteristics mentioned with the fingers of her right hand, laughing when she mentioned the British singer, trying to take all attention away from her admission about her crush.

"Yeah, guys, it seems like if you're not Matt, or Harry, you don't enter Y/N's list." Zach joked, looking at the camera, receiving laughs from the other two there.

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The triplets were lying on the sofa in their home, each in a corner of the space, while using their phones. Sounds of tiktoks and reels echoed through the walls.

Nick was on his tiktok, browsing his For You, watching the millions of edits that his fans made for them, some videos of other subjects appearing from time to time. The boy let out a laugh when he saw an edit of himself with clips taken from the last car video, double-clicking on the screen to give it a like before scrolling his thumb up, Y/N's voice suddenly sounding from his phone.

Nick took his thumb away from the screen momentarily, paying attention to what one of his favorite influencers was saying, smiling as he heard her tell a little about her history with social media.

His smile was replaced by wide eyes seconds later when the girl's comment about his channel with his brothers and about Matt sounded.

"What?" He asked loudly, catching the attention of Matt and Chris, who had confused looks on their faces.

"What what?" Chris asked, locking the screen of his phone and tossing it to the side.

Matt only looked up from his own phone screen momentarily, returning his attention to his Instagram feed.

"You know Y/N?" Nick asked, his eyes darting from Matt to Chris quickly.

"That super famous influencer that Matt has had a crush on for years? Yes." Chris agreed, nodding his head as he adjusted himself in his seat, receiving a slap on the arm from his brother, who lowered his cell the moment the girl's name left Nick's lips.

"She knows who we are, and not only that, she talked about us on Zach's show." The redhead said with wide eyes.

"Zach Sang?" Matt asked, receiving a nod from Nick, who got up and walked closer to his brothers, sitting between the two and raising his phone, increasing the screen brightness and volume before hitting play on the tiktok again.

The video was a compilation of the show's favorite moments with the influencer. The triplets watched in silence until they got to the part where Y/N talked about her channel, also confirming her crush on Matt. Chris quickly turned his face to Matt with his mouth open in shock.

"Matt, THE Y/N has a crush on you." Nick reinforced, pausing the video and turning to his brother, who had wide eyes as he looked at the phone that had Y/N's face on the screen, a disbelief look on his own face.

"That's crazy." He muttered, shaking his head in denial. "It's not possible that my longtime crush has a crush on me, too. That only happens in movies. Right?" Nick rolled his eyes at the comment.

"It might be crazy, but it's not a lie. She wouldn't talk about our channel and reveal her crush on you if it was a lie or a joke." Chris commented as he fixed the hood of his sweatshirt, earning a nod from Nick.

"Next week, there will be that huge and super chic party for the biggest influencers and YouTubers in the United States here in LA, and we received an invitation. I'm absolutely sure she will be there. It would be a great opportunity to make contact with other YouTubers and get to know her, maybe even ask her to participate in a video with us." Nick reminded his brothers of the invitation, locking his phone screen and looking at the two.

"Are you sure about that?" Matt asked, an expression of uncertainty on his face. Out of the three, he was the least fond of parties, although none of them were very fond of it either.

"It would be great for the channel, Matt." Chris reinforced, shrugging. "It wouldn't hurt to try. If we don't like it, we can leave right away. But meeting Y/N seems amazing to me right now, and it would be a great opportunity for you."

"Okay."

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"Are you guys sure about this?" Matt asked after turning off the key in the ignition, keeping his hands on the wheel as he looked ahead, his ears picking up the loud sound coming from the party.

"Matt, it's just going to be a test, okay? It's interesting for us to make more contacts." Nick responded from the backseat, resting his hands on the sides of the front seats as he looked in the rearview mirror, waiting for Matt to look back.

Matt looked up, focusing on Nick through the mirror, who had a neutral expression. The boy shifted his gaze to Chris beside him, who was already looking at him.

Chris offered a reassuring smile, taking his left hand to Matt's right shoulder, squeezing the area.

Matt exhaled deeply as he mentally prepared himself. It had been years since he had attended such a big party.

It didn't take long for the triplets to get out of the vehicle. Matt locked the doors before they started their walk to the mansion where the loud sound of pop music was coming from.

Nick quickly pulled from the pocket of his jeans the invitation he had received in the mail that stated his and his brothers' names on expensive-looking paper and beautiful writing, holding it ready to present to the security guards at the front.

After being granted entry, the three entered the house, stopping for a few seconds at the beginning of the living room while their eyes traveled over the people there, recognizing some of their social media.

The mansion was extremely chic, decorated with golden tones and diamond chandeliers, long marsala red curtains covered the huge windows and columns that resembled those of Greek temples were spread throughout the space, along with two staircases in each hemisphere of the room with wooden handrails and a red carpet that led upstairs.

Youtubers, influencers, and celebrities filled the space, talking or dancing, some drinking, dressed in extravagant and expensive clothes.

Chris surreptitiously pointed to a specific point, making his brothers look there.

"That's Y/N, right?" He asked, earning a nod from Nick.

To Matt, the earth seemed to have stopped spinning, and the world seemed to have become static. The celebrities in the room suddenly stopped, the sound became muffled, and the smell of drinks and perfume disappeared. His breathing seemed to catch, and his throat felt dry.

Y/N looked perfect, having opted for an all-silver outfit: a mid-length skirt with a thigh-high slit from Diesel draped in synthetic silver along with a white crop top also from Diesel adorned her body. A pair of thin silver high heels decorated her feet, complemented by a silver Diesel bag and jewelry in the same color.

She looked like she came out of one of those galaxy movies, but much prettier than its characters.

Matt could have watched her from afar for seconds or minutes, just admiring her beauty and every detail of herself, but it still seemed to be too quick for his liking. Nick woke him from his hypnosis with a weak slap to his chest, getting his attention.

"You definitely don't know how to disguise it." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, Nick." Matt responded quickly, frowning and briefly looking at Y/N again, before turning to his brothers. "I'm going to get something to drink, are you coming?" He asked, needing a cold soda at that moment.

Chris nodded, answering for himself and Nick, following his middle brother to the bar that was in the separation between the kitchen and the living room.

The space was extremely chic, a circle-shaped bar with a gold colored counter decorated with details in yellow and navy blue tiles, giving an air of wealth. At the front there were stools with synthetic gold upholstery and at the back, after the space where the bartender circulated, there was a large circular and high table filled with all types of drinks, including the most expensive ones.

Matt leaned his hips against the counter, choosing not to sit down, and glanced briefly at the bartender.

Nick sat on the stool next to him and Chris sat next to Nick, the two starting a conversation about a subject that Matt didn't pay attention to, his attention focused on the people around him, or rather, on one specific person.

His blue eyes went back and forth to Y/N's silhouette, admiring her from afar as he wished to be by her side, accompanying her and being the person she was talking to.

The girl next to Y/N and who had been talking to her since the moment Matt entered the room walked away, saying something while blowing an air kiss to the influencer, who smiled in response and turned around, facing where Matt was, but not looking directly at him, running her eyes around the people while taking sips of her drink, probably alcoholic.

Matt took a deep breath as he gathered his courage, straightening up and starting to take long steps towards the girl, crossing the room and passing among the famous people there.

"Matt, what do you want to- Matt?" Nick began, turning to where Matt was and stopping mid-sentence when he saw that his brother was no longer there.

"He's on his way to get his pot of gold." Chris commented, poking Nick with the index finger of his left hand and pointing at Matt, who was already approaching Y/N.

The brunette stopped next to Y/N, turning so that he was also facing the people around and shoulder to shoulder with her, a few centimeters between them. His hands were in the front pockets of his jeans as he breathed slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

And then her voice sounded like it was the easiest thing she'd done all day. Her voice was silky in person, so inducing that it sent goosebumps across Matt's skin.

"You were working up the courage to say hi..." She lifts the glass, taking another sip, her lips shiny with gloss and bright red lipstick, her tongue escaping her mouth momentarily, licking the residue of the drink there. "Or would you just stare at me all night?" She turned around, facing him.

Matt almost choked on his own saliva as he heard Y/N confirm that not only had she noticed he was there, but she had also noticed that he had been looking at her this entire time. A weight settled in his chest. Perhaps it was shame or lust due to the way she said that without reservation.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. You seemed quite engaged in your conversation." He made up an excuse, knowing full well that he could have gone to the girl from the moment he arrived, but his fear of what would happen held him back.

"Engaged? In a conversation about who here has the most money and fame?" Y/N threw back, furrowing her eyebrows.

Matt looked around them, stopping his eyes briefly on the girl who had previously spoken to Y/N and who was now watching the people with a gaze torn between judgment and desire. A loud laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head in denial, the pettiness of some people impressed him.

"For what it's worth, you're the only famous person here that interests me." Matt commented, his blue eyes focusing on Y/N's face, analyzing her closely. An expression of satisfaction came over his face as he saw a red color take over her cheeks.

"You flatter me, Matt." Y/N looks back at him, their eyes meeting for a few long seconds, before hers travel across Matt's face, mentally taking note of every detail she could notice in the few seconds.

The boy smiled arrogantly when he saw her eyes on him, receiving an eye roll in response.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, his voice taking a deeper tone and his pupil dilating as his lips stretched into a smirk.

"Don't let it go to your head." Y/N responded as she scoffed playfully, allowing the beginning of a smirk to emerge on the right corner of her lip.

At that moment, Matt felt like he could do something, anything, that would make her smile like that again or smile a bigger smile. He thought of a million possibilities of what he could say to cause that reaction in her, longing to feel the butterflies in his stomach again.

"You look beautiful tonight." Matt praised, his blue eyes traveling over Y/N's body momentarily, returning to her eyes. "Not that you just look beautiful tonight. You always look beautiful. But today you..." The boy tried to justify, getting caught on his words. "Look perfect."

A sigh escaped his lips, an apologetic look taking over his eyes as his right hand scratched the back of his neck lightly, feeling like a complete idiot for getting tangled up in front of the girl he has a crush on.

"I'm sorry, this isn't how I pictured myself meeting you." He groaned, looking at the ground in shame, hoping something would surge and save him.

"So you imagined meeting me?" Y/N smiled, feeling arrogant. She bit her bottom lip, feeling smug as she watched Matt blush and his eyes widen. "I'm kidding. You look beautiful tonight, too." Y/N let out a low laugh, returning the previous compliment, running her tongue between her lips, wetting them as her eyes traveled over Matt, pausing lingeringly on his exposed collarbone with the tank top he was wearing, the necklaces that decorated his neck made her mouth water.

Before Matt could even open his mouth to answer her, the sound of footsteps approached, catching both their attention. Y/N tore her eyes away from Matt's blue ones and looked ahead, seeing the same girl from before approaching again, holding herself back from instantly rolling her eyes.

The boy realized that the conversation would change direction and that, perhaps, he would no longer be included in it. A subtle sigh escaped his lips, and he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans again, looking at Y/N briefly, realizing that she was already looking back.

"I'm sorry." She asked, pressing her painted lips into a thin line before a beautiful, wide smile replaced it. "Text me on Instagram. You will be my priority to respond." Y/N spoke before being gently pulled away by her "friend", turning her face back quickly and sending the brunette a wink before looking forward again.

Matt watched her from behind as her high-heeled legs took long, quick steps away from him, a goofy smile taking over his features. He would definitely send that text.

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Three Little Murdocks (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I've been sitting on this for a bit, but I just need to share it because I love happy Matt, but I think I love Dad!Matt more. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You and your daughters look at Matt like he's all the stars in the sky, and to Matt, you and the girls are his whole universe--and that universe is about to get another little planet.

Warnings: Fluff so sweet I might have created word cavities, flirting, Matt being happy daddy, pregnancy announcement, one swear

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 994

You swear, Matt’s super hearing is genetic. Every day when he comes home, the girls always seem to know before you do. Their little feet patter towards the door as they giggle and excitedly call for their father.

“Daddy!” they cheer as he walks through the door.

Bending down, a bright smile takes over his face, beautiful crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes behind his red glasses. He holds onto them tightly, giving them kisses on the top of their heads.

“My little angels,” Matt breathes, giving them each another kiss on their foreheads. “I missed you both so much.”

“We missed you, too, daddy,” Felicity says, squeezing her father just as tightly as she has him wrapped around her little finger.

“You two aren’t the only ones that missed your father,” you chuckle as you walk over to the entryway. “Girls, can you put some silverware and napkins on the table for me, please?”

Felicity and Stella hug their father tightly once more before Felicity takes her little sister’s hand and they prance off to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby,” you smile as you wrap him in a hug of my own, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he hums, leaning in for another kiss.

“Busy day?” you ask as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging the pads of your fingers on his scalp, nails gently raking across the skin. Matt closes his eyes and lets out a hum as your fingers work to relieve tension from his body, nothing but bliss on his face as he basks in your embrace.

“That’s one way to say it,” he sighs.

“Do you think you could take a night off from Deviling, tonight?”

He immediately beings to tense again. “Everything alright, angel?”

“Everything’s fine, Matty. I promise,” you assure, continuing to run your fingers through his fluffy hair to bring him back down. “I just think a night in might do you good. Relax and regroup, that’s all.”

“No ulterior motives, Mrs. Murdock?” he smirks as he brushes his nose against yours. After six years of marriage, he can still act like a horny idiot who just got married.

You giggle as a blush rises to your cheeks. “Maybe only partially,” you admit. “Will you stay, Matty?”

“Of course. I’ll get more time with all of my girls.”

A big smile spreads across your lips, one that Matt almost instantly mirrors.

“Go take off your suit, get into something more cozy, and get your cute butt to the kitchen. The girls helped me make one of your favorites with dinner.”

“Gram’s Colcannon potatoes,” he smirks. “I could smell them from down the street.”

“Get to it, then—even if your butt does look fabulous in these slacks,” you smirk as you pat his butt.

Matt smiles big once more, capturing your lips with his once more as his arms wrap around your middle, making you lean back to offset his force.

“Ew!” the girls groan from the kitchen.

Pulling back from the kiss, both Matt and your sigh at our girls’ reactions, and you know that the two of you get the same idea almost immediately. Turning to face your daughters, you both smirk before you chase them for hugs and kisses, giggles bubbling from all of your chests filling your house.

“You know, I really miss the loft, sometimes,” you sigh as you rest your head on Matt’s chest as you sit on the couch, the girls all tuckered out and tucked in. “There was just something about that place I loved so much.”

“I know what you mean, angel. But can you imagine us trying to raise Felicity and Stella there? Not enough space to contain all that energy,” he chuckles. “I mean, do you remember when Felicity started crawling? She was everywhere and trying to crawl on every surface that she could.”

“Hm, and I wonder where they get that from,” you tease, poking his bicep playfully. Matt immediately responds with a smile, leaning over to press kisses in your neck, making you giggle as goosebumps spread all over your body. “Hey, Matty?”

“Yeah?” he says, satisfied with the affectionate assault on your neck, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I’m pregnant.”

You feel him shift from under you, moving to face your front better.

“Seriously?” he beams, his hands subconsciously moving down your sides and over your stomach as if he’s trying to feel for the itty bitty baby that’s half you and half him.

“Seriously,” you confirm smiling back just as bright as he pulls you in for a kiss, laying your bodies down together on the sofa.

“Wow,” he smiles, a slew of emotions flying across his expressive face within only a couple of seconds. “I . . . Wow.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it sooner,” you giggle. “I mean, you knew about Felicity and Stella before I did.”

“Honestly, me too,” he chuckles, and you can hear the rich emotion in his voice as his face is aglow with nothing but pure and utter joy. “I guess between the girls and the cases and Daredevil, my attention’s been a bit divided lately.”

“Or you’re just tired?” you tease. “Or better yet, you’re at ease and aren’t on edge, listening to every creak in the bricks.”

“Bricks don’t creak, sweetheart.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips and you snuggle down into him. “Shut the fuck up.”

He chuckles softly and he holds you close. “I’m just glad we don’t have to move this time.”

“But it does mean that you probably won’t get to have your at-home office anymore,” you say with a pout. “Sorry, hon.”

Matt leans forward, kissing your protruding lip, his face glowing and his eyes sparkling. “I think I’ll survive. I’ve got my girls, and now I’ve got a new little bean sprout to love. I couldn’t be better.”

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A Christmas Blessing: The Gift of Moving On | frat!Peter Imagine

Summary: You and your boyfriend had a messy breakup at Halloween. Almost two months later you think you’re ready to move on, even if he’s still holding on.

Warnings: jealousy, messy break up, sweet Peter, fluff

Word Count: 1K+ (wrote in app again so not completely sure)

A/N; it’s Christmas party season and I was scrolling through fics when this idea came to me so here we go.

He couldn’t help but watch you. It had always been the way. Ever since his frat brother had brought you back to the house that first time. Peter was mesmerised. By your hair, your eyes, the way you dressed. The way you had 5 different laughs. The way you always found time to say hi to him when you came over to the house. If you came over before Matt had gotten back from the library or a lecture or wherever the heck he was, you’d grab a drink for the two of you and just sit with him and talk. It was always just so easy for you both to talk.

It had only gotten worse after you and Matt broke up at Halloween. You’d caught him hiding out in one of the upstairs rooms of a party over at the Theta Beta Phi house, making out with some girl in a slutty super girl costume. The argument the two of you had had, instantly killed the party. Peter had gotten so angry with Matt when he’d found out what he’d done. If the party hadn’t been over when you walked out, it definitely was after he punched Matt in the face on the front lawn.

He couldn’t help but watch you now. Your gaze was focused on something in the adjacent room. Your cup was held frozen in mid air near your chin with one hand, while your other arm wrapped protectively across your chest. You were stood alone, your back to a messy stack of shelves. Where once you looked so comfortable at parties surrounded by friends, now you just looked like you’d rather be elsewhere. And that made Peter sad.

“What are you staring at?” He asked as he approached, but as soon as he was stood in the right angle to follow your gaze, he knew exactly what you were looking at.

Matt stood in the hallway with the girl from the Halloween party. However instead of her slutty super girl outfit, she wore a slutty Santa costume. She was giggling at every word he said. His finger reached out to play with her hair. He took one look in the direction of Peter and you, before he plucked the girls hat off of her head and placed it on top of his own, his body shuffling closer to her.

“It’s like watching a car crash.” You say to Peter. “She doesn’t even realise he isn’t actually into her. He’s just trying to make me jealous.”

“How come?”

“Because I wouldn’t take him back.” You said, finally looking away from them as you took a sip of your drink.

“Good. I’m glad.” Peter said, only slightly fumbling over his words. “I mean, he was a dick and you are way too good for him.”

“Are you allowed to say that?” You question as you adorably tilt your head at him. “Isn’t he your fraternity brother. Isn’t that part of the brotherhood and the pact, to always have each other’s backs.”

“Yeah but I think the rules my Aunt and Uncle taught me about not being a dick to women kind of overrule any fraternity pacts or rules.”

“Well,” you say, lifting your cup towards him for him to cheers with his own, “I guess that must make you a rare breed of man, Peter Parker.”

Your words make him blush as he looks down into his cup as you take a sip from your own.

You both stand with each other in awkward silence for a moment until another fake giggle draws your attention back into the hallway where Matt is now making out with the skinny blonde in the red and white mini skirt. His hand groping at her ass for everyone to see. Peter’s head turns back to looking at you as the expression on your face turns sour.

“He looks like he’s trying to swallow her face.” You comment. “Please tell me we never looked like that.” Peter’s brow furrows, so you elaborate. “When we were drunk making out at parties. Please tell me we didn’t look like that.”

“You didn’t look like that.” He said as you both watched Matt and the girl break apart only long enough for her to giggle, take his hand and starting leading him upstairs.

“I’m sorry.” Peter says.

His statement throws you. It takes you a moment to work out why. It’s because you’re relaxed. For the first time in weeks, your chest feels steady and not jittery. Your mind is calm and not racing a hundred miles a second with a thousand different hypothetical’s. You don’t feel intimidated by Matt or the girl. You feel sorry for them. You think on the way he had come grovelling to you just days ago, begging for your forgiveness only to now be shoving his tongue down another girls throat.

“Don’t be sorry.” You turn and say to him. “She can have him.” And it’s then you really look at Peter. He’s handsome, despite the bleached blonde hair he currently had because of some dare. He’s not like those other frat boys. He has a moral code. He’s always been friendly to you and if rumours are true, he stuck up for you after you had left the Halloween party.

“So um, are you headed home for the Christmas-“

“Would you like to go out with me?” You suddenly asked him, catching him off guard.

“Um uh, like right now or?”

“Or later. Tomorrow? Friday night? Whenever.”

“Uh um, uh,” he struggles with his words, his wildest dreams coming true like it’s some Christmas miracle. “Yes. Yes!” He finally gets out. There’s a pause between you both before he says, “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not too soon or-“

“No. I’m sure.” You smile at him and he feels like the cow that just jumped over the moon. “It’s just,” you say, bashfully looking down into your cup, “I just realised that I don’t think I was ever really supposed to be with Matt, you know.”

The way you look at Peter says so much. It’s always been easy for you two to talk to each other and it seems that also goes for silent conversations as you slowly inch closer to one another.

Before he knows it, he’s reaching a hand up to your face, guiding you closer to his own. You don’t protest as he kisses you, instead breathing a deep sigh of relief. Yeah, you thought to yourself, she can have your shitty ex boyfriend, you have something better right here.

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foliosriot · 6 months

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hi! pls could i request a folio fluff where folio gets back from tour and he gets super cuddly and clingy? 🫶

Back To You

pairing: nick folio x reader

warnings: none, just pure fluff

a/n: my dear beloved anon you have no idea how badly i’ve been wanting to write something like this!! so here it is for your enjoyment! i hope you like it <333

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You’ve been in the airport’s parking garage for almost an hour. Leaning against the side of the car and being bored out of your mind have been the only activities that you have occupied yourself with. It’s getting awfully annoying.

Periodically you’ll check your phone. Matt has been keeping you updated on flight times and how much time is left of their flight is. But the long waits between his texts are causing you unease.

About a week ago Matt had asked if you’d be willing to pick him, Bryan, and Bad Omens up from the airport once tour finished. You had happily agreed, knowing you would get to see your boyfriend after so long.

Nick would FaceTime you and tell you about each concert once it was over, no matter what time it was. You didn’t mind one bit. Most of the time you were able to stay awake and listen to him ramble about his day and the show the band had just played. Other times his voice lulled you to sleep, and you would wake the next morning to see Nick had ended the FaceTime. But he never failed to send you a good night and good morning text. He knows the time differences are difficult for you and never complains about you falling asleep on call.

(Although, he will never admit the amount of screenshots he has of you sleeping from those calls. Those are for him to giggle at and admire.)

You’ve missed Nick every day he’s been gone on tour. He hates being away from you, but he knows you have a job and responsibilities of your own that you have to take care. If those weren’t in the picture, Nick would have you tagging along on every tour Bad Omens does.

And now, you’ll finally get to see him after a couple months. It has your heart rate spiking.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you look down at the screen to see Matt has texted you saying that the plane just landed. Excitement is pulsing through your veins viciously.

You begin pacing the length of the car as you wait, your hands jittering from inside the pocket of your sweatshirt. Well, it’s actually Nick’s, but it’s your favorite of his. Plus, it has been the only thing you’ve wanted to wear since he left.

Another twenty minutes passes before Matt’s texting you again. He’s asking where you’re parked in the garage. You reply with shaky hands.

That's when you’re able to put your phone back in your Nick’s sweatshirt pocket. You begin bouncing on the balls of your feet anxiously, until you start hearing voices coming from the other end of the garage level you’re on. There’s a laugh that echoes against the concrete walls that you haven’t heard in person for what feels like a lifetime.

You hesitantly step around the backend of the car to see the band and Bryan and Matt walking towards you, their luggage in hand. Your eyes find Nick immediately, and your heart swells inside your chest at the sight of your boyfriend.

Noah notices you first. He waves at you with one hand, the other grasping the handle of his suitcase. You then watch him nudge Nick, who had been walking beside him. Nick looks to Noah, Noah says something to him, Nick looks in your direction. You see Nick stop walking for a moment before he's running at you full speed, his bags still in hand.

Nick has a huge smile on his face as he races for you. You don't have much time to brace for impact before he's dropping his things several yards away and barreling into you. His arms are around you in an instant, and you find yourself being lifted into the air and twirled around.

Your arms curl around his neck on instinct. Having him back with you feels like coming home.

After another spin or two, Nick finally sets you down, his hands finding their way to your face. With his palms pressed to your cheeks — his thumbs rest at the peaks of your cheekbones and his fingers grace your earlobes and the skin beneath — he leans in and kisses you. Your fingers immediately dive into his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

Nick is kissing you like a man starved. He’s moving his lips against yours with so much passion and love that it has your back meeting the exterior of the car. You kiss him back just as fiercely until you’re feeling pleasantly lightheaded.

Sadly, Nick pulls back. You blink open your eyes, and in your peripheral vision, you can see the rest of the guys finally reaching you. You feel embarrassment sluice through you at the smirks a couple of them wear.

"Hi, baby," Nick suddenly breathes in to your mouth. He presses a few quick kisses to your lips before he leans back to properly meet your eyes.

"Hi," you greet him with a smile. You run your hands through his hair, relishing the familiar feeling between your fingers. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Nick goes to kiss you again but is stopped by someone loudly clearing their throat. You both turn to see Jolly looking at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised high. However, you don’t miss the amusement in his eyes.

“As endearing as this exchange is, we’d like to go home now,” he tells you.

You laugh anxiously but push Nick away from you anyways. He tries to step back into your space, until Matt is pulling you towards him. Matt wraps you up in a tight hug that is nearly painful, then the moment is over before you could lose consciousness.

The guys situate their bags in the trunk of the car then turn to hug you in greeting. They’re all obviously exhausted and you don’t blame them for wanting to get home so they can sleep in their own beds.

Then Nick has his arms around you once more. He has his chest pressed to your back as you’re trying to close the trunk door. You struggle for a moment before Bryan is closing it for you. You shoot him a grateful smile that he returns.

"Nicky baby, I have to drive," you say to your boyfriend with a laugh. But Nick remains shamelessly clinging to you, even as you attempt to shuffle towards the driver's side of the car.

"No, you don't," he mumbles into your hair. "Someone else can drive."

You roll your eyes with a groan. That’s true, yes, but everyone is tired and clearly running dangerously low on energy. You open your mouth to tell Nick just that as someone steps around you to get in the driver’s seat.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” you question Noah. “Let me drive so you can sleep for a bit.”

Noah shakes his head as he starts the engine.

“I’d rather not be a foot within Clingy Folio, thank you,” Noah responds. He has a small smile on his face when he looks to you. “I’m gonna make Nicholas suffer instead.”

“Fuck you, Sebastian, I’m not doing that,” Nicholas tells him. “They can sit in the back by themselves and I will claim shotgun.”

On the other side of the car you can clearly see Nicholas bump Matt out of the way as he gets in to the passenger seat. He quickly closes the door and locks it while Matt playfully curses at him, a smile on both of their faces.

With Noah and Nicholas up front, then Jolly, Bryan and Matt in the second row, you’re banned to the backseat with Nick. You barely have enough time to buckle your seatbelt before Nick is squishing in next to you. His right arm squeezes between your back and the seat and he uses the other to grab your hand. You respond by resting your head against his shoulder.

Noah begins driving out of the parking garage. Nick plants a few kisses to your head before he settles his head on top of yours.

“I missed you so fucking much,” you hear Nick whisper.

“I missed you, too,” you whisper back. “You’re not allowed to leave me again.”

Nick pinches your side, and you jolt in response. You elbow him in the stomach before settling against him once more.

“You know, you always say that, babe,” Nick says with a small laugh. “But you let me leave anyways ‘cause you know I’ll always come back to you.”

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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that1fangirrl · 14 days

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Dancer!Reader Gets Hurt

CW:kinda angsty, some swearing, blind joke, she/her pronouns, kinda scary(idk tbh)

A/N: You guys voted, so here I am delivering. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I feel like Jane Villanueva when I write lol. K bye<3

When you and Matt first met, he made it his mission to protect you at all cost. Whether that be from creepy strangers, the frat boys on campus, or the scary mean girls in your dance class. You had told Matt many horror stories about the “bitches” in your class. They hated you since day one. Something about you being Miss Flynn’s favorite student even though you joined the class later than everyone else. And being the sweet boyfriend he is, he agreed with you.

During a particular week, Miss Flynn had called out sick with the flu, but encouraged the class to continue using the studio as needed.

You guys were gearing up for a new spring showcase coming up in the next few weeks. You were especially ecstatic about your small classical part in the show. It would be your first time dancing solo. And hopefully the requitors in the audience would ask you to come and dance with them once you graduated. All nerves were out in the open. Most of the girls were super proud of you, knowing it’s a tough position to be in, but knew you could handle it and were definitely gonna kill it.

Sydney and Madison thought it was stupid. “That bitch came here in sophomore year and thinks she can just kiss ass to the top. I bet she’s sleeping with the choreographer or something.” It was laughable how the two older girls always thought you had to be sleeping with somebody in the arts department to get your solo. Especially because everyone knew you were so obviously dating the sweet blind law student who always sat in the corner of the studio waiting to walk you back to your dorm.

“Yeah. She’s probably cheating on that blind guy. He wouldn’t even be able to see it coming. Poor guy, he’d be better off with someone like me.” Little did they know, Matt was extremely aware of their weird feelings. The two of them would constantly ask him random questions and be in his personal space. As if you weren't a few feet away, practicing with Miss Flynn in the same room. He always chose to just brush them off and go back to whatever it was he was doing before.

Today was no different. Matt knew your nerves were off the charts, so he volunteered to stay with you the next few days while you practiced extra hours. Unfortunately today, he had been forced to help Foggy study for their upcoming test that was stressing him to hair loss. He sent you a sweet “Sorry about tonight, again. I promise to make it up to you as soon as I can, Rosie. ‘Sad face emoji’ ‘heart emoji’” He was so darn adorable. How could you be mad at him when he acts so sweet?

Practice went great tonight. You had been there for almost 2 hours working with some of the other girls, too. When it was time to go, you decided to hit up the locker rooms to freshen up before going to your dorm. Thankfully, the room was still clean and empty.

The cool water on your muscles felt like absolute heaven on Earth. Your hands gilded across your body slowly and thoughtfully, massaging every area that had been giving you trouble. Once you were done, you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked back to the locker area. The sound of the door opening and closing took you out of your short daze. “Hello?” You craned your neck around the corner when there was no response. You continued drying off and clothing yourself; taking a seat on the bench. Another loud noise echoed off the walls. This time, you stood up grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag as quickly as possible. Trying your best to be quiet, you headed for the door.

Going down each aisle of lockers, no one was seen. You continued closer to the door, grabbing your phone and earbuds as you reached it. Putting one in and dialing your boyfriend’s number, you stayed cautious. Matt had finally picked up the phone with a cheerful “hello.” “Hey Matty. I’m on my way to your dorm. I think someone’s following me.” He perked up on the other side of the phone, immediately hushing a confused Foggy. “Are you okay? Where are you? I’ll meet you there.” You shook your head, walking down the long hallway. “Um. Arts building by the new locker rooms. The ones on the higher floors.”

You took a quick breath before turning around. Nothing. “I’m really scared, Matty. It’s so fucking dark and quiet over here. I heard someone come into the room, but I couldn’t see anyone.” Matt starts haphazardly putting his shoes on, nerves spiking with yours. “Okay. I’m on my way. Just stay on the phone okay. Foggy and I are coming to get you.”

Another loud bang had you quickening your pace. You started to speed up closer to the stairs, holding your phone and bag close to your body. “Okay. Just hurry cause I think they- ahhhh.” “Y/n. Hello? Y/n”

A/N: Did I spook you guys? Are you guys mad at the cliffhanger? Are you biting your nails off? Well don't! Cause I did write a part 2 that you will be getting soon. hehehehe I deadass was writing this shit like I was A from Pretty Little Liars. Like I literally was giggling my ass off so hard. But I was also low-key scared cause I always put myself in my reader's shoes in my mind(if that makes sense), so I literally was paranoid as hell. Anyways, tell me your guys' thoughts. I hope you liked it

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hannahwatchesbigbrother · 6 months

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*Long rant warning* I know it’s been repeated to death this season, but I am so pissed at production this season. This was truly a top tier cast imo (based on entertainment/messiness), and I can attribute all of my frustrations to production.

Ive hated how they edited the show this year (I’ve been pretty vocal about being salty about the Americory edit obviously, but they also barely showed Izzy and painted Cameron as a hero; I really don’t think non-live feeders have a great understanding of the characters on the show)

The Zombie twist is quite literally the worst twist of all time. The invisible HOH was a flop and they still let Jag compete AND win the following HOH. Honestly besides Path to Power (which in hindsight, I kind of wish didn’t happen, but I was pretty stoked with it at the time), every game twist has been awful

The comps have been incredibly similar and have favored male competitors. (I mean COME ON, they used the SAME veto comp for both double evictions)

And overall just very questionable decisions. Why wasn’t Jared removed after saying the r word? Why were they protecting Cameron SO MUCH on the live feeds? It got to a point where if a contestant mentioned Cameron’s name, they would automatically switch the feeds! Like that doesn’t make him look better — I’m just even more suspicious of him! Why would they cut America’s “I love you” in her goodbye message (especially since she said it *before* they had said it to each other — if Cory had heard that for the first time on live TV, that would have been such good TV!)? I feel like there were just a lot of decisions that kind gave a slap in the face to super fans/live feeders. They’re trying to hide things that CLEARLY we are able to figure out.

For the past couple of seasons, I’ve been pretty firm in thinking that they come up with things ahead of time to avoiding rigging the competition and at the end of the day, they just care about making good television and don’t have “favorites.” It’s very well that I’m biased this year because my favorites are America and Cory, but my god, I feel like this season just had so much blatant favoritism from the start, specifically towards Cameron and Matt (I think Jared was in there to begin with, but I do think they turned when they started to see the writing on the wall)

Idk rant over. I’ve really enjoyed watching this season (despite the rather bleak ending that is possibly coming), but I don’t think I could ever recommend it to people because I don’t think the episodes/show does it justice and I think that the producer decisions post-jury have ruined the endgame.

#bb25 #thank you for coming to my Ted talk

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chokememaximoff · 9 months

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Regrets & Resilience III

Abstract:As the avenger's final night with Matthew Murdock unfolds, their shared training journey culminates in an intimate understanding. Meanwhile, across town, Wanda's guilt-driven reflection reveals that her emotions run deeper, leading her to confront her own feelings.

TW: flirting between reader and Matt, implications of a intimate night spent together.Thats all if those are even tw's.

After six months of grueling training and shared struggles, the time had come for me to return to the compound and rejoin my fellow Avengers. The darkness that had once consumed me had transformed into a new way of seeing the world, a world where my other senses had become my allies. But before stepping back into that life, there was one more night to share with the man who had been my mentor, Matthew Murdock, and his friends Foggy and Karen.

We found ourselves at a lively bar, the energy of the place infectious. As the night wore on, laughter and camaraderie filled the air. Matthew's voice, always a steady presence in my life, now took on a lighter tone, and I found myself drawn into conversations that ranged from mundane to profound.

Foggy's infectious humor had us all in stitches, and Karen's stories kept us all engaged. And Matthew, well, he was a revelation. His wit and charm were unexpected, a far cry from the intense training sessions we'd shared. As the hours melted away, I felt a newfound connection to him, one that went beyond the mentor-student dynamic.

Amidst the laughter and clinking glasses, our banter became more playful, more charged with an unspoken tension. "You're telling me you can sense my heartbeat from across the room?" Matthew's voice was tinged with skepticism, his eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

I grinned, feeling a thrill at the challenge. "Don't believe me? I could pinpoint the exact moment your pulse quickens."

Foggy chimed in with a smirk. "Careful, Matt. She's got super senses now. She might expose all your secrets."

Matthew's eyes met mine, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

The evening wore on, the bar growing louder and more alive as the night deepened. With every shared laugh and exchanged glance, the tension between us seemed to grow. At one point, Karen excused herself, leaving just Matthew, Foggy, and me at the table.

"Ever thought that your newfound senses might pick up on more than just heartbeats?" Matthew's voice was low, a challenge in his eyes.

I leaned in, my heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the room. "Only one way to find out."

As the night waned and the bar's patrons began to thin out, it was decided that we would leave. The crisp night air hit us as we stepped outside, laughter still bubbling up between us. "So, what's the plan now?" Foggy's voice held a teasing note.

Matthew's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I think we have one more stop to make."

We ended up back at Matthew's apartment, the night's revelry still alive in our veins. The air between us was charged, heavy with unspoken words and lingering glances. As Matthew poured us each a drink, our fingers brushed, a spark igniting between us.

"Here's to new perspectives," Foggy raised his glass in a toast, breaking the moment's tension.

We clinked our glasses together, but our eyes remained locked, the connection unbroken. With every sip, the space between us seemed to shrink, the weight of our shared experiences pulling us closer.

"You know," Matthew's voice was a low murmur, "I always knew there was something remarkable about you."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Remarkable? In what way?"

His fingers brushed against mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You faced your fears, adapted, and emerged stronger. That's the mark of a true hero."

My voice was barely a whisper. "And what does that make you?"

His gaze never wavered, his intensity undeniable. "Someone who's been deeply affected by the remarkable hero standing before me."

The air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken tension finally finding its release. With a shared understanding, we closed the gap between us, our lips meeting in a kiss that held all the unspoken words, the shared struggles, and the promise of a new beginning.

As the night deepened, we found ourselves in Matthew's apartment, the darkness outside mirrored in the intimacy that enveloped us. In the heart of the night, as the city slept and the world outside faded away, it was just us – two souls who had navigated darkness and found solace in each other's arms.

The first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue. As I stirred, my senses gradually coming to life, I realized I wasn't alone. Warmth enveloped me, and the steady rise and fall of a chest against my back indicated that Matthew was wrapped around me.

Turning in his embrace, I met his gaze, his eyes soft in the morning light. "Morning," I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"Good morning," he replied, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my arm.

A comfortable silence settled between us, the weight of the night's intimacy lingering in the air. And then, with a hint of a smile, Matthew broke the quiet. "You know, this was probably inevitable."

I chuckled softly, shifting to face him completely. "You're probably right."

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face. "We're both adults, with complicated lives. This... us... it's just a way to find comfort."

I nodded, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Friends with benefits," I said, my tone lighthearted.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Exactly."

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. There was a comfort in our shared understanding, a mutual recognition of the complexities that had brought us together. We had faced darkness, both within ourselves and in the world around us, and in each other, we had found a safe haven.

"We've been through a lot," I said, my voice tinged with gratitude.

Matthew's fingers intertwined with mine, his touch reassuring. "Yeah, we have."

"And these six months... they meant something," I added, my heart swelling with emotion.

His gaze held mine, the depth of his feelings reflected in his eyes. "They meant everything."

Our words hung in the air, a testament to the bond we had forged. We might not be able to navigate the complexities of a traditional relationship, but we had found solace in each other's company, in moments of intimacy that offered respite from our challenging lives.

With a sigh, I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back.

As the morning sun painted the room in warm shades of gold, I knew that this chapter of our story was far from over. We might not have a conventional romance, but we had something even more precious – a deep and unwavering connection that defied the boundaries of labels and expectations.

And so, we remained wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort in the presence of the one person who truly understood the journey we had been on. As the world outside stirred to life, we found solace in the knowledge that, no matter where our paths led, we would always be a constant in each other's lives.

...

In a part of the city far from the warmth of Matthew's apartment, Wanda Maximoff sat alone, her thoughts a chaotic storm. Guilt had woven itself around her heart, a relentless reminder of the avenger who had risked her life to protect her. She replayed the memories of their shared battles, of the sacrifices made on her behalf, and the absence that had now stretched for months.

Her twin brother, Pietro, had been observing her from the shadows, concern etched into his features. "Wanda, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

She looked up, her eyes heavy with the weight of her emotions. "I know, Pietro. But she's been gone for so long, and it's all because of me."

Pietro sat down beside her, his presence a steady anchor. "Maybe there's more to this guilt than meets the eye."

Confusion furrowed Wanda's brow. "What do you mean?"

Pietro studied her for a moment before a knowing smile tugged at his lips. "Wanda, you're my twin. I know you better than anyone else. There's something else under that guilt, isn't there?"

Wanda's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she struggled to find the words. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Pietro chuckled softly, the sound carrying a mixture of amusement and warmth. "Don't play coy with me, sis. I can practically hear your thoughts."

She looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and realization. "Fine, maybe there's... something else. But it's complicated."

Pietro nudged her gently. "Complicated feelings are still feelings. And you're not the only one who's noticed."

Wanda's gaze snapped back to him, surprise evident in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Pietro leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. "I've seen the way you two interact. The tension, the chemistry."

Wanda's shoulders tensed, her gaze distant as she let herself drift back to memories of shared glances and unspoken words. And then, her voice trembled as the truth slipped from her lips. "You think I like her?"

Pietro's laughter was light, filled with brotherly affection. "I'm your twin, Wanda. I know how you breathe and what you feel at all times. And I know you've had some unresolved feelings about her for a while now."

A small smile tugged at Wanda's lips, a mixture of fondness and self-awareness. "You always know, don't you?"

Pietro shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "It's a twin thing."

But then, doubt crept back into Wanda's expression, casting a shadow over her features. "What if it's too late? What if she comes back tomorrow, and everything's changed?"

Pietro's voice softened, his gaze holding hers. "You won't know until you try, Wanda. If you feel something for her, if you've been carrying these feelings for so long, maybe it's worth exploring. Life's too short for regrets."

As Wanda's eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city. The realization that her feelings might be reciprocated weighed on her heart, and yet the fear of the unknown held her back.

But as Pietro stood up and offered her a hand, she knew she couldn't let fear dictate her choices any longer. Tomorrow was a new day, a chance to finally address the emotions that had remained unspoken for far too long.

With a determined smile, Wanda took her brother's hand, her heart set on facing the avenger and her own feelings head-on.

#wanda maximoff x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #wanda x reader #marvel #mcu

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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matt murdock as your legal guardian headcanons :)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.15k

request: yes / no

dynamic: matt murdock x teen!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: ik this isn't a request, but it's something i think about a lot!! i had to get it out lol. i was originally gonna use a more aesthetic picture but then i found this & it was too cute not to include lol <3 also requests are still open! just send in an ask :)

taglist: @nutellani (fill out this form if you'd like to be included!)

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first i’m gonna explain how matt murdock actually became your legal guardian.

because i just want to establish that lol

so your parents were involved with wilson fisk.

you had no idea about this of course, since you were very young when they were still involved in his business.

and btw when i say business i mean like his shady dealings

you were kind of left on your own a lot as a kid. you didn’t really mind it, and figured out how to entertain yourself.

however, when you were five years old, you returned home to find a truly awful crime scene.

you would learn much later in life that your parents had decided to report fisk, but before they were able to do so, he had them killed.

the perp was still there, and almost got you. however, a man with a black mask over his eyes was able to stop him for a second, yelling at you to run.

so you did.

you ended up at an orphanage, but one day, a blind man came in looking to adopt.

you felt an immediate connection, and he adopted you when you were six.

you’ve been inseparable ever since!!!

he told you all about your parents when you were older btw

anyways so now onto the fun stuff!!

one perk of living with matt is that your room is bomb.

bc his apartment is lowkey the coolest

if you like to visualise like i do, i imagine that your room is like next to the closet where he keeps the daredevil stuff

RANDOM LITTLE DETAIL LOL

anyways it’s super cosy

and you also can basically see in the dark because even though it doesn’t matter if the lights are on, matt tells you to keep them off because then the electric bill will stay low

you called him a cheapskate but he said that was rude :(

you still did it though #rebel 🥶🥶🥶

you guys bully each other all the time

it’s the way you bond :)

you go to the nelson & murdock offices after school or during the summers.

you have your own little desk there!

one time you said it was too distracting and so foggy bought a privacy folder for you LMAO

needless to say it didn’t help at all

most of the clients are really nice and they’ll ask you about school and life and stuff

you kind of put them at ease

you tried to talk to matt about him being kind of intimidating but he didn’t want to hear it.

and then foggy kept asking why you didn’t think HE was intimidating.

“i mean come on y/n! have you SEEN this face? matt has a little baby face compared to mine!!”

you laughed so hard omg

matt calls you if he needs anything or if you need to tell him something, but you mostly just text foggy to keep them both updated

in my mind, foggy texts like five texts for one sentence

he uses every emoji twice

and every time he uses an abbreviation he always capitalizes it and puts the real meaning in parentheses next to it

here is an example

“hi y/n. hope your day is going well 😃😃 matt and i just won our case 😎😎 so we are going to go to josie’s tonight to celebrate!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳 let me know if you need anything from the store 🏬🏬 ok TTYL (TALK TO YOU LATER) OMG (OH MY GOSH) matt just fell LOL (LAUGH OUT LOUD) 😱😱 gotta go ☹️☹️”

he’s so silly i love him

also matt collects records and cds.

he used to go with you to buy them and let you choose whatever you thought looked good

which is why you have everything from no doubt to frank sinatra to obscure french music

you always have music on at the apartment

like all the time

which brings me to my next point

matt never wanted you to have to see him as daredevil

but it wasn’t like the topic could be avoided.

so when he comes home with awful wounds and stuff, you help clean him up, just like he used to do for his father

and you’re damn good at it too. you have a very steady hand and no squeamish attitude at all.

but similar to how the scotch used to help matt steady himself when he helped his father, music helps you steady yourself.

you’ll listen to soft & acoustic songs, and it helps ease you AND him.

usually you don’t talk about the things he does. but if he mentions something, you will

but usually it goes without any mention

in my mind, you and matt have a tradition of listening to baseball games on the radio together

you don’t really have a team you alaays root for, it changes year to year

but the two of you get really invested.

like you left the office early every time there’s a game so you can listen together.

or one time he and foggy were prepping a case and there was a game on so he wasn’t even focused HAH

i also think that even though josie’s is a bar, you’re allowed in

not only that, josie will let you behind the bar to make yourself a drink.

ok not like an alcoholic one but still

you have this one mixture of cranberry juice and ginger ale with a lime that you call the “y/n special” and foggy tried it and spit it out :(

josie and some of the regulars almost kicked him out LMAO it was so funny

ok also i have this very clear vision of something foggy does

so to preface this

it’s a rainy day

or just a generally gloomy day

and you and matt are home.

karen is over too.

maybe you’re reading a book and matt and karen are prepping a case or something

and then the door suddenly bursts open

matt isn’t surprised because he heard it coming obvi

but it caught you off guard

you look over to the kitchen, where the perpetrator is completely covered by the GIGANTIC grocery bags he’s holding.

“oh no.”

you say, and matt shakes his head. karen is already laughing

foggy drops the bags and exhales, a huge grin overtaking his face.

“WHO’S READY FOR FOGGY’S FAMOUS CHICKEN SOUP????!!!”

“we are” you and karen and matt say in unison, trying to hold back laughter

basically every time the littlest bit of winter rolls around, foggy will bring every ingredient known to man over to your and matt’s apartment and make chicken soup

you make fun of this tradition but it’s been going on since foggy and matt were in law school

and the soup is actually so good

you four always eat it together and it makes you so happy

your family, all together at one table :)

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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I have been working on this oneshot for awhile now I am super proud of how it's come out it's my longest oneshot I've ever written. A Massive thank you to @itsnotzka for helping me with angry Jake couldn't of done it without your help

Trapped tied to a chair the only sound MC could hear was dripping water hitting the floor a blind fold covering her eyes and a gag in her mouth. She wanted to scream for help but her words wouldn't come out. She felt the tears slowly running down her cheeks. The pain she felt in her wrists from where the rope was tied way too tight. She heard a door open a male voice could be heard from the door, the voice getting closer and closer. The male pulling her hair back so hard a little scream managed to escape her lips. The male voice whispered in her ear "Crying for mercy? Sweetheart, I stopped giving that out years ago."

The man moved in front of MC pulling off her blindfold and removing her gag from her mouth. "I don't know where he is" the man only laughed at her comment. He leaned in and whispered into her ear "Listen bitch I know you know where he is and you will tell me" the man stood up right and slapped MC round the face. Knocking her off her chair and hitting her head on the floor blood started to run down the side of her head.

The sound of the door opening again letting a little light into the room, a voice came from the doorway. "Boss the meeting is about to start" still hovering over MC not moving an inch away from her. "Matt come on we need to go" the voice boomed from the doorway again the name of the man hovering over MC had been huttered. Matt pulled MC up, placing the blindfold over her eyes and shoving the gag back into her mouth. MC was once left alone with her own thoughts thinking back to the time she spent with Jake.

MC's flash back

They had spent the perfect weekend together in a little cottage in the countryside, Jake had arranged everything, the cottage was so beautiful flowers hung around the door. Birds singing in the trees the sound of the water flowing down the stream. MC parked her car and got out, taking in all that surrounded her with a smile on her face she grabbed her stuff and locked the car. Making her way over to the door she slowly pushes it open and a warm smell of coffee hits her nostrils. A warm feeling spreads across her body as she puts her bag down and she walks further into the cottage. She stops at the kitchen doorway smiling as she sees Jake making coffee. Jake turns around and sees MC smiling at him he walks over to where she is standing and wraps his arms around her waist kissing her softly on the lips.

"I've missed you so much Jake I've dreamt about this moment for so long" Jake places kisses along MCs neck taking in every inch of her. "I've missed you to MC more than I can put into words" they both share another hug and a few kisses. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll bring us both a coffee over" MC kissed Jake on the lips then went towards the living area and sat down on the sofa. Jake brought over two mugs of coffee, setting them down on the table. "How was your journey up here?" Jake turned to MC so he could take her all in. "It wasn't to bad everything went just how I planned it now all I want to do is lay in your arms"

Jake smiled as he pulled MC towards him wrapping his arms around her, taking in her scent and her warmth. They both lay on the sofa talking about what they had both been up to since they last saw each other. "I really have missed you MC I promise things will get better" MC turned in Jake's arms to face him locking eyes with his bright ocean blue eyes. "I've missed you Jake, you told me what a life with you is like and I wouldn't change it. I love you" Jake held MC close to his chest kissing her on the head. "I love you to MC"

Jake was busy making dinner while MC was setting the table. She had found some candles in a drawer and decided to place them on the table. Taking a match she lit the candles giving a warm glow to the room. She went into the kitchen to see if Jake needed any help. "Everything smells so good. Do you need any help?" MC kissed Jake on the cheek, hugging his back. "It's okay dinner is now ready you go sit down"

Jake brought the food out and sat down next to MC, MC poured the wine handing a glass to Jake. They sat and talked about everything and anything when they finished MC took the plates into the kitchen putting them in the skin ready to wash. Jake came up behind her kissing her earlobe slowly moving down her neck. MC leaned her head back resting it on Jake's shoulder. "why don't we leave the washing up till morning I've got more pressing matters to take care of"

Before MC could respond Jake took her hand leading her up the stairs, their lips crashed down onto each other as their clothes came flying off. The next morning MC woke up to an empty bed with Jake nowhere in sight. She got up and went downstairs. "Jake? Where are you?" MC searched the house but couldn't seem to find Jake anywhere. Just as she was about to go search outside Jake came in through the front door holding two coffees and a bag of pastry's. "Sorry I was gone so long I was hoping to be back before you woke up" Jake put the coffees and pastry's down on the table. He turned and walked back over to where MC was standing and kissed her good morning.

"You are so cute you know that right" MC kissed Jake on the lips embracing him in a hug. MC went to grab some plates from the kitchen putting them on a tray with some jams and butter. Setting everything down on the table MC took one of the pastry's and was about to eat when Jake stopped her. "Before we eat I just wanted to give you this" Jake took out a black velvet box from his hoodie and put it down on the table. "What's this Jake?" Jake smiled, catching MCs eyes light up. "Open it and find out" she picked up the box opening it to see a beautiful white gold heart necklace. "Jake this is beautiful I…" as tears ran down MCs cheek. "Open the heart up" MC took out the necklace from the box and opened it up.

Inside was a picture of MC and Jake together in each other's arms on one side and the other was a picture of a little note that said I love you. The tears started to fall thick and fast from MCs eyes she wrapped her arms around Jake holding him close. "I love you Jake so much" Jake placed soft kisses on MCs head rubbing his hand up and down her back. "I love you to baby"

Back to the present

"I love you MC, I love you" Jake's words swirling around MCs head when she was brought back from her flash back with a hand hitting her across the face knocking her over. She landed on the floor this time hitting her shoulder hard on the concrete "get up bitch" Matt grabbed hold of MCs hair pulling her up tears rolling down her face as he shoved her back up. "Right listen I want you to read this message out to your lover boy tell him what we want and just maybe you will go free" Matt pulled the blindfold off MCs eyes a light shining into her eyes. She closed her eyes a few more times trying to get them adjusted to the light. When she looked up she saw a camera set up to record the message. The camera was hooked up to a laptop that would send the message to Jake.

Still shaking, MC took the piece of paper holding it as steady as she could, Matt hit the record button.

Jake, I have been captured by someone you know very well. He wants you to hand over all the information you have on the west side crew. You are to go to the shipping docks tomorrow at midnight with all the information you have. Someone will be there to meet you then you will be taken to a location and I will be allowed to go. If you fail to do as you are told I will meet my death you have 24hrs starting from now.

Jake froze as he watched the video the blood started to boil up inside him, his firsts balled up his teeth clenched. He started typing furiously trying to find MCs location but no matter what he tried he couldn't get past the block they had up. He got up from his chair and started to walk backwards and forwards. In a fit of anger he punched the wall causing his knuckles to bleed. He didn't care, his only focus was to find MC and kill the bastard that kidnapped her. He refocused himself and walked back over to his computer, typing away to look up the shipping docks. Once he found the docks he gathered what he needed putting everything he needed in his backpack he made his way to the location.

It would take Jake a day to reach the docks he stuck to the shadows making sure to avoid the security cameras along the way. Jake was making good progress the more he thought about MC the quicker he walked. After 30 minutes of walking Jake reached a garage he pulled open the door and walked towards his car. Taking the keys from his pocket he started up the engine now time was on Jake's side more than ever. As he drove his Audi in and out of the back streets the only time he stopped was to check on the route he was going. He had equipped Nymos to warn him of any police activity as well as warning on his pursuers getting close.

Jake reached the shipping docks just before midnight. He had packed his car out of sight with no one around. He walked a little closer to the meeting point. Jake made sure to keep back; he wanted to be able to see who was arriving first before they saw him. As Jake was waiting a blacked out SUV pulled up 4 men got out of the car they all had guns in their hands. Jake took one look at them, his hand hovering over his own weapon he stopped himself from pulling it out and made his way over to the waiting men. "Jake so good to see you again" one of the men smirking as Jake stopped in front of him. Jake balled up his first getting ready to hit the guy in the face. "where the hell is MC? Take me to her NOW" the man stepped back still smirking at Jake. "All in good time, do you have what we want?"

Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a flash drive, it contained everything that Matt wanted. For years Jake kept this file safe and would only use it if and when he needed to; the file contained contacts and information on who shot and killed Matt's brother. Jake had an idea how Matt found out and now he's ready to take his revenge. "Come this way Jake someone is waiting to see you" the tall man with the gun pushed Jake towards the car making him get in. After an hour's drive they arrived at a big abandoned building and the car parked near the entrance. "This way Jake" Jake followed the men into the building Jake taking notice of every little detail as they walked down the halls and round corners. They came to a big black door and one of the men knocked on the door.

After a few seconds of waiting a "come in" came from the other side of the door, pushing the door open they entered the office of Matt Holden the crime boss of colville. "We'll look at who we have here my old friend Jake it's so good to see you" Matt walked over to Jake patting him on the shoulder. "Screw you, you piece of shit!! Where's MC? Take me to her now" Matt laughed in Jake's face and walked back to his desk. "All in good time Jake, first sit down we have a lot to discuss" one of the men that worked for Matt punched Jake towards a chair and pushed him down in the seat. Jake's fists balled up, his teeth clenched together his face started to turn red as the anger built up inside him. He got up from his seat and pulled the gun from the back of his jeans. Aiming the gun at the men in the room before they could react he had shot all 4 of them.

Blood started to pool onto the floor as they lay there lifeless, all of a sudden Jake felt something cold against his head. "Take one wrong move and you and your bitch are dead" Matt pushed Jake towards his desk keeping the gun on him at all times. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and within seconds more men had arrived in the office. "Take him down to the room where his bitch is. I want him to see this" the men dragged Jake from the chair punching and kicking him forcing him to walk down the hall until they reached another black door. One of the men opened the door and shoved Jake to the ground "pick him up I don't want him to miss this" Matt walked over to MC and pulled off her blindfold and gag. Throwing them on the floor he untied MC from the chair shoving her down to the ground.

Matt leaned over MC forcing her to look up pulling her hair forcing her head back she locked eyes with Jake. Tears started to stream down her cheeks "don't worry MC everything is going to be okay just keep your focus on me okay I love you" Matt started to laugh at Jake's words. He started to unbuckle his pants, bending down he picked MC up and shoved her against the wall. "You see Jake, I know you will give me what I want because either way you are going to have to watch me fuck your girlfriend" anger started to boil up inside Jake more than ever before he started to try and fight the men off him. He managed to get one man off him but the other was still holding onto him. Jake managed to punch him in the stomach knocking him down to the ground. Matt ripped off MCs skirt and pulled down her panties he touched MCs entrance with his hard cock. MC let out a scream bringing Jake's focus back to her Jake grabbed a gun and killed the other men.

He then rushed over to MC and ripped Matt away from MC, she fell to the floor tears running down her face. Matt landed hard on the floor hitting his head and had broken his wrist. "You really think you are going to pull that trigger on me? I know you Jake you have always been weak when it comes to me I know you won't do it" all of a sudden matts eyes widened as he heard a click coming from the gun. Jake fired the gun, a bullet aiming straight for Matt's head. Matt fell to the floor blood pouring out of his head but Jake didn't care. He rushed over to MC pulling her panties back up and he wrapped his arms around her. He took off his hoodie and put it on MC to help keep her warm. He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

Jake put MC into his car carefully "I'm so sorry Jake I never should have come here" more tears coming down MCs face. "You have nothing to be sorry for, everything is going to be okay I promise" Jake stroked MCs cheek wiping her tears away. "Will you stay with me? I don't want to be on my own" Jake looked into MCs eyes he could tell how much she was hurting. "I'm never going to leave your side ever again I promise" Jake closed the door and got into the car the drive back was silent MC slept most of the way back. Once they arrived back at Jake's place he picked MC up and carried her inside placing her down on the bed. He let her sleep for as long as she needed. He grabbed his laptop and lay next to her. He couldn't really focus on his laptop, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The next day MC woke up she bolted up from the bed looking around trying to find Jake "Jake? Jake? Where are you?" Jake came back into the room and rushed over to where MC was sitting. "it's okay MC, in here now I was making us some breakfast" MC wrapped her arms around Jake not letting him go for a second. "I was so scared I couldn't find you and…and.." tears fell from MCs eyes not being able to control her emotions any longer she let everything out. Jake didn't say anything, he just held her in his arms, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

A year had passed since MC had been kidnapped and nearly sexually assaulted, Jake had been by her side the whole time he had supported her when she needed it and left her alone when she needed to be by herself. He never judged her once they had been living together ever since Jake saved her. They had grown so close over the year finding new things out about each other. MC had woken up to the smell of coffee filling the room. With a smile on her face she got up out of bed and went in search of Jake when she found him, he was standing by the stove in the kitchen flipping pancakes. "Something smells good in here" Jake turned round and smiled at MC she wrapped her arm around Jake's waist. "Pancakes are ready and the coffee is made" MC gave Jake a hug before going to sit down. She poured some coffee for them both while Jake bought over the stack of pancakes.

They sat talking while enjoying their food "MC I know today is going to be difficult what with it now being a year since everything happened so I thought we could go away for the weekend" MC put her fork down and looked up at Jake with a hint of sadness in her eyes "I'm sorry MC I didn't mean to upset you I just…" MC took hold of Jake's hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Jake I'd love to go away with you I can't think of anything better it's the perfect idea" Jake smiled and leaned closer and gave MC a kiss on the lips. "I love you MC" MC looked into Jake's ocean blue eyes with a small smile on her face. "I love you to Jake"

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #have mercy #help me

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sxturdaysun · 4 months

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sit down, breathe, just listen (let's get married)

↪ ship: ready: player two / matt ↪ content: ~1.5k words. the most awkward and non-romantic proposal in the world but, like, in a soft way. @strawberrisoulmate cameo. very vaguely written to let's get married by bleachers.

happy matt anniversary day ❤️ this fic is super old (from 2020), but i still like it and wanted to post it because. husband. <3

something was off.

that much koda knew — that much she could tell. it was the little things; the subtle, nearly minuscule changes in his behavior that only she could pick up on. it was the way he was chewing on his cigarette rather than smoking it; the way his jaw was set instead of being relaxed; the way his eyebrows twitched downward every now and then; the way his fingers moved slower against the controller in his hands.

she tore her eyes from the side of matt's head, her gaze drifting across their dark bedroom to instead focus on the tv screen. he'd been playing the same game since he'd sat down, but he hadn't made any progress in it — another tell; a slightly more obvious one. it wasn't until his character nearly died because of a wrong button-press that koda finally spoke up, breaking the silence that hung between them.

"...you seem distracted."

"do i?"

"yeah. just a little." she glanced back up at him, though only for a second. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine." his answer came quicker than normal — too quick for it to be the truth; too quick for her fully believe it. "just… thinking, i guess."

koda bit the inside of her lip, her thoughts jumping back to hours earlier against her will — back to when hannah had brought up the thought of marriage; back to when she and matt had nearly gotten into an argument over it; back to when mello had to point out that koda was still there in the room with them; back to when he had tried to drag her into the conversation as well. the awkward feeling from then returned and formed an uncomfortably heavy pit in her stomach. her fingers twisted nervously around each other.

"...about earlier?"

the question came out before she could stop it.

"...i don't know."

so it is.

all at once, her mind started racing — so fast it almost made her dizzy; so fast she couldn't think straight. she wondered what he was thinking; wondered what he was feeling. she wondered if he cared at all; wondered if hannah's words from earlier had plagued his mind like they had done to her. she wondered if they were ever going to address it, or if they were just going to let it hang over them forever.

she wondered what he wanted.

she wondered what she wanted.

wondering that made her heart skip a painful beat and lodge itself in her throat. the nerves she had been suppressing for hours had finally broken loose, taking over her every sense and flooding her with the desire to run away; to hide; to do anything she could to get away from this situation. she wanted everything to go back to normal — to the way it was back before hannah had made that single comment — but the thought of that wasn't as comforting as it normally was. it made her restless and conflicted in a way she normally wasn't — she wanted normalcy, but didn't at the same time; she wanted everything to change, yet also to stay the same.

she wanted to marry him.

admitting that to herself made koda pull her knees up to her chest, her face hiding in her arms. the rapid beating of her heart was starting to hurt; the way her throat had started to close up was making it difficult to breathe. she wanted to speak, but no words came out — not easily; not without her forcing them.

"...i... wouldn't mind, y'know...?"

a pause, and then, "mind what?"

the thought of saying it out loud made her nerves skyrocket so much she nearly puked.

"...g-getting... married."

her words were met with the sound of the controller slipping from matt's hands and dropping onto the floor; in the background, she could hear his character die and the game go to a game over screen. a painfully heavy silence fell over them, the weight of it becoming deafening; suffocating. when koda tentatively looked up, she was met with the sight of him staring at the tv, his expression blank and the long-since burnt out cigarette threatening to fall from where it was situated between his lips.

the nervousness turned into fear, kicking her brain into high gear. she shouldn't have said that, should she? she should have kept quiet; kept it to herself. "n-nevermind, i—"

"...you want to get married?"

the question made a soft, hardly audible squeak escape her throat and her face press itself back into her arms in a futile attempt to hide. "i-it's nothing," she blurted out, desperately wishing she would just disappear; desperately wishing they could drop this conversation and go back to not talking about it. "j-just— just forget i—"

the feeling of his arm snaking around her shoulders made her voice stop short. the feeling of being pulled forward made her head snap up just in time for it to fall against his chest. she ended up on the floor in front of him, her body being held against his as she sat in between his legs. he buried his face into her hair, and when he spoke again, his voice was significantly softer than before.

"...is that what you want?"

koda hid in his shirt, her hands nervously gripping the front of it. warmth had rushed up to her face — a heat so strong she wouldn't have been surprised if she had caught on fire right there on the spot. "i-i..." she started, her voice stuttering and wavering as she struggled to speak around her hammering heart. "...i-i just said i... w-wouldn't mind it..."

another silence fell over them, this one less painful than before; less suffocating. the music coming from the tv was the only sound that still lingered in the room, its occasional looping serving as a timer; as a testament to how long they had stayed like that, tightly holding onto each other in nervous silence. koda lost track of how many times the song had restarted itself as she sat there before matt's voice cut through the stillness and filled her ears.

"...would you want to?"

"h-huh?"

she felt his heart speed up; heard him swallow thickly; felt his arms tighten around her. "...marry me. would... you want to?"

and just like that, everything stopped. all her racing thoughts, her rapidly beating heart, the pit in her stomach, the nerves that were making her hands begin to shake — all of it came to such a screeching halt that it left koda blindsided, frozen in place as his question repeated itself over and over again in her head. she suddenly felt like crying; like sobbing her eyes out; like laughing; like doing both at the same time.

but instead, all she did was press her face more into his chest.

"i would."

matt let out a heavy breath, the tension leaving his body as he exhaled. "...okay," he breathed out, undertones of relief slipping into his voice. his heart rate started slowing back down to its usual pace; his hold on her relaxed. a soft kiss was pressed to the top of her head, his lips lingering there for longer than usual. another faint, "...okay," was mumbled into her hair before he pulled back, his hands trailing up to rest on either side of her still-burning face.

koda's head was gently tilted up, their eyes meeting each other's in the dark. naturally; normally. one of his thumbs rubbed against her cheek, his touch so light that she hardly felt it. "...matt?"

"are you sure?"

she blinked softly, then nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "i'm sure."

and he smiled back — just as faintly; just as softly. she watched his eyes fall contently shut as he leaned his head up just enough to kiss her forehead, whispering another, "okay," into the air around them. her head was nudged back down onto his chest when he pulled away again; and when it was, koda wrapped her arms around his back as she nuzzled closer to him.

one of his arms went back around her shoulders while his free hand ran itself gently through her hair. the feeling elicited a soft sigh out of her — a sound of contentment; of a happiness so strong it made her entire chest feel warm. she smiled to herself as she breathed in the scent of smoke; as she listened to the steady beating of his heart in her ear.

"koda."

"hm?"

she lifted her head up. just slightly; just enough to look at him. just enough to see him smile softly down at her — something that was reserved for moments like these; something that was reserved for her and her alone.

"i love you."

her own smile grew, love filling her features — a love so bright it was visible even in the dark; a love that was reserved solely for him.

"i love you, too."

#❤️ ready: player two #divider by cafekitsune #no tag list bc this is super old + i need to redo it anyway #anyway :] i love him so so much <3 #one day i'll finish the other 2 parts to this lol #♡ — writing #♡ — ok to rb

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 1250 (chapter 6)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that?

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6. Strange Thoughts

After leaving Nelson and Murdock, you returned home, briefcase full of papers, laptop under your arm and a bag of groceries hanging on your forearm, you struggled to press the code on the front door, until a pleasant voice of a dark haired woman reached your ears, "Please, let me."

You step away from the lock and let the woman press the numbers of the house, noticing how luxurious she looked. Quick overview, and you know - you've never seen her in the building. "Oh, thank you, I didn't want to drop anything." You laugh, still trying to figure out who she was. "I don't think I've ever seen you in the building."

"Oh, it's because I recently moved in. Temporarily. I'm Vanessa." She smiles, stretching out her perfectly manicured hand with quite a number of rings. Then she notices that your hands are indeed full, and awkwardly lowers the hand, "Sorry."

"No, it's alright." You laugh, "I'm y/n."

Now it's her turn to observe you - white blouse, black jacket and pencil skirt - "I've seen you somewhere, right?" Vanessa asks, squinting a little.

"Uh, I'm not sure-"

"Oh, the billboard in the other side of the city," she nods quickly yet elegantly, "you're one of the lawyers, right?"

You sigh, plastering a fake smile on your face, "yes, yes, I'm one of them." You glance at the open door and Vanessa gets the clue, quickly opening them wide for you.

"How exciting, I've always wanted to be a lawyer, but life made me choose differently." She follows you into the lobby, and you both take the first step on the stairs together.

"Really? What do you work now?" You ask, somehow interested in that random woman's life, but it was not your fault that she's feeling super chatty today.

"I'm an art dealer." She says proudly, and you get the feeling that she's feeling superior towards you. Of course, talking stuff about the paintings is not as exhausting as having to read a person's life file and decide whether they are right or wrong under one day. You roll your eyes to yourself.

"Interesting!" You say a little too excited, and hope that she didn't catch you pretending. "I never found time to enjoy many things in life, including art, but I've always felt some sort of pulling from it." This time you didn't lie - many things in your life became a part of your 'black list', especially after the big accident and your departure to law school.

"Then, may I suggest you to come to the exhibition sometime? If I remember correctly, there's a big one happening this weekend. What do you say?" She smiles, and you notice the teeth of a perfect shade of white. Do art dealers really get paid so much?

"Oh, I... Would love to, actually. I'll try to clear my schedule." You laugh awkwardly, caught off guard by the suggestion when you were actually trying to get rid of her.

"You can bring someone, the more, the better." She says, already pulled the keys out of her white purse, so second floor it is.

"Yeah, definitely, of course. Uh, thank you, Vanessa, for the offer. And it was really nice to meet you." You say, quickly collecting your thoughts that have already wandered to the other side of the city.

"Great, the pleasure's all mine, y/n, I'll see you then." She waves once and disappears in the darkness of the hallway.

You, alone again, with the burden, getting heavier with each step, sigh loudly, loud enough for anyone on your floor to hear.

***

Matt and Foggy separate at the door of Josie's bar. Drinking a couple of old-fashioned never hurt either of them, no matter the day of the week. Matt planned to go to church, for another confession, the one people wouldn't even dare to call a confession. It was more likely a heart-to-heart chat with Father Lantom, who never failed to clear Matt's head. But Foggy was persistent on having a couple of drinks, sort of celebration for the new case they got. Tomorrow, they will meet Walter, although, from your reaction, it was clear that you don't want to face him again in the court. Why? You were full of mysteries, a real treasure for poets who write about brooding and broken women.

From all that Matt has managed to gather, there was a defence mechanism in you - a sign that something has happened in the past, and now you find it hard to open yourself to others. He smiles to himself, his cane gently hits a street sign, he has met you like five times, and each time you manage to leave an impression on him. He could tell a lot about you now - you, just like him, cared for justice, and weren't the type to be easily bribed, unlike those other losers at Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz. That's what Matt appreciates most, although he hated to admit it to himself, he felt that powerful pull from you, the femininity that you radiated all over the place was getting into his head, he knew that every man in the courtroom was watching you, imagining you in various scenarios, favourable to them only. And every time, he felt the need to stand before you and shield you from everyone's eyes, or take a punch to his face. Why did this bother him so much all of a sudden? Maybe it was the alcohol talking to him, destroying his brain cells and critical thinking, making him one of them from the crowd.

He shakes his head, gently pushing the doors of his flat and breathing in the smell of the apartment. Home. But home began lacking something - someone. A noise outside made him turn his head to the side - apparently thugs never sleep.

***

Spinning the almost empty glass of wine in your hand, you flip another page of Sally's divorce papers, but feel like you can't do anything today. That mysterious Vanessa has been in your head the whole evening, more specifically, her invitation to the exhibition. You laugh to yourself. Getting worked up over such a silly thing was definitely your character trait. You could go alone, it was not a big deal, just some stupid paintings and stupid rich people looking at them, pretending to be the experts of visuals and the storylines behind the paintings. And most of these rich people know you - that's the problem. You could call Pug, but he's too busy anyway. No other options were suitable, unless you could talk to Benowitz... But going in public with your boss would be too weird.

Matt was the first person to cross your mind, but you immediately crossed him out - your gut has been telling you to stop whatever you were doing with him and get a better option... Option for what, though? You sip on your wine again. Why all of a sudden Murdock was all over the place in your tidy, clean life? It was stupid and childish, no matter how saint he might be, those cases against him almost cost you your career, and no one in their right mind would easily forgive that.

Now you had a personal task - crush Murdock in court with Sally's case. Sally must divorce that freak Walter, and get good money for that too.

What can you say, the feminism in you was still brightly burning. As well as the feeling of loneliness.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #marvel daredevil #netflix daredevil #foggy nelson #lawyers #bound by law #matt murdock x reader #matts superhearing complicates things for you

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