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triplechain · 2 years

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hero of men: look at that devil creature cori: it is literally playing with skid hero: devil creature vio: you said the same about shadow hero: and i was right! vio: not really??? red: pspsps cent! pspsps come here hero: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING red: showing you its not a devil creature. cori: look see he is standing there very patiently and politely hero: KICK IT vio: are you fucking kidding me hero: KICK IT BEYOND THE HORIZON light, the original host of the body: hey buddy :) the others: arguing the in the background light: (to cent) you want head scritches? hero: DO NOT PUT OUR HANDS ON THAT CORRUPT BEING vio: PET THE CAT light: *peaceful cent head scritches* literally every other person in the body: *earshattering debate*

[developer's note: man i love collaboration]

[i have since gotten over these worries and have decided to make it everyone's problem.]

[yeah this was a while ago when we got Frog Update. following this was an old version of how chain 2 met the main chain, which will be included under the cut at the end.]

it would also be fun to have the reveal happen as a result of rhythm sort of. snapping. hylia, he knows stopping the shadows is important and protecting people from the monsters they bring is part of the job and he knows damn well that he's not the only one missing home and the people there but part of him feels like his situation is worse than some of the others. he's not the only one separated from someone he loves, but he'd bet a hundred rupees he's the only one who might lose his chance at still having that love afterwards at least in the eyes of the law and their peers because as much as he cares for reti, he cannot continue the royal bloodline. sheila will always be the one the zora will think of standing by reti's side. even if he proves how much he cares and the people know the hylian is more than just a personal guard, that's all he may ever be in title. unable to show the full extent of his feelings in public, because it would be scandalous to be flirting with the king due to already having a queen and because of a disparity in rank. the longer he's away from home, the less time he has to prove himself to the zora people, and more importantly to the current zora king. and part of rhythm is terrified of it. even in sheila were to accept him as well, without the approval of the king, he would still be nothing more than a personal guard trying to court the throne. a personal guard that went back on his vow to protect the royal family of hyrule to serve the sea. a personal guard functionally unable to leave or find love because of the prince's gift, always able to be dragged back into the depths. he hates the thought.

out of context developmental things for this nonsense, pt. 16

[cw below the cut: canon-typical violence. wild meets chain 2 after they teleport to him during Sunset pt. 10. this is no longer exactly how things happen I think, I'm still sort of working it out...]

one of the sudden arrivals runs off after the horse, three are panicking, one's in a hood and not saying much, and--

oh. oh no. someone's bleeding. apparently they don't have any healing. one of the newcomers looks like a monster, though.

wild doesn't have a sword at the moment but he does have a stick. the moment he tries to strike, the injured one blocks the way.

it's hard to tell how much is blood.

"if you wanna hurt them..." the guy says, through pained breaths, barely supported by a spear. "you'll have to get through me."

it's at this point the injured guy collapses. more panic. the horse and the one who went after it come back and something bolts from the bag into the forest.

the one in the hood perks up but says nothing. then their head whips around and he sees red in their eyes.

"oh no" is all the stranger says. "the others are here."

the one who ran after the horse looks more annoyed. "please tell me you're joking."

"who are the others?" wild finally says something to them. "and who're you all, for that matter, and how did you teleport on top of me?"

"the others are shadows and we're heroes and we teleported with this!" one of the other creatures - a skull kid, if he remembers right - holds out a lute. "we were in a fight and one of them got a strong hit on link and--"

wild is already not having a great day and this really isn't helping, but he's not about to let someone down again. "we're not far to a town. there's people who can help there."

"really?"

he nods, not telling them he doesn't know for sure if they can help. if it's another case like twilight's... wild brushes off the thought and picks up this other link as best he can. "where're the shadows?"

the hooded one points towards where wild left the rest of his brothers.

they split off when they reach town. wild, other link, blue-hair, the fairy who was not a healer, and the small plant head into town, leaving red-hair, green-hair, hood, and the skull kid take the horse to meet up with wild's brothers and help deal with "the others".

the town group runs into the smith - his nickname of "four" makes a lot more sense now - who doesn't comment on the injured hylian or the broken sword wild tossed down before he ran off. no, his(their?) eyes are trained on hood, who isn't on the horse despite additional space. green hair looks back at the town group before snapping the reigns and they bolt off.

hood vanishes into the horse's shadow and four's eyes go wide. wider than wild felt his own going at seeing the same thing.

"are you sure there's space for him here?" blue hair asks, pulling wild's attention.

"positive," four murmurs, eyes fixed on the rapidly-disappearing horse.

"mhm."

"they why're we just standing around here?" the fairy gripes. "the sooner link gets help, the better."

the horse vanishes over the horizon and four finally gives the group full attention. "link?"

"that's his name, yes." the plant answers.

four's shoulders rise a little, but whatever he was going to say is dispelled with a twitch of the head. "are you... familiar with the shadow?"

"he's our friend," blue-hair says. "if it wasn't for him warning us, link would be dead right now."

the words sting in wild's ears.

"link isn't going to die."

four's words are as much reassurance for the strangers as they are for wild. even if he knows four is just as scared if the red one was anything to go by.

wild isn't going to let anyone die this time. not twilight, not any of his brothers, not this stranger.

he can't let anyone die this time.

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glasyasbutch · 1 year

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playlist: hyssop (B-side)

10 years gone, all that's left is the knowledge that he was something great and powerful wielded by the hand of a woman even greater and more powerful

link to playlist on spotify

link to A-side post

1. Real Love Song (Alternative Version) by Nothing But Thieves

This is a dark song, real dark / Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark / I'll drink myself to death dark / Do anything to feel your breath on my neck dark

I wanted this entire playlist to have a sort of otherworldly, not quite right vibe to it, which is why I picked out this alt version with the weird fading instrumentals instead of the original.

As for the song in particular, this was the first one for the Forgotten playlist and I picked out because it has such a sense of desperate devotion. While I don't think that he ever had romantic feelings for Springwane, I like to imagine there was a kind of obsessive fealty. Like he would have done Anything if she asked, he didn't know how to think of himself if it wasn't in relation to her and what she needed from him, and he only wanted for her to recognize how truly committed he was.

2. Carrion Comfort by aeseaes

Bleeding a blundering mess / Beetles and worms in his chest / Sorry seeder, bottom feeder / Nipping at what ankle's left / All you wanted was a little taste / Won't let a single sinew go to waste

I really wanted a song that would get across the violence and destruction of the forest, the way it tears itself apart endlessly even without the Hunt in it. Those qualities have always enthralled and perhaps even inspired Hyssop, and this is a tribute to how the ranger fed the barbarian if you will.

3. Protect and Defend by Stuart Roslyn, Matt Founding, and Audiomachine

Another instrumental piece as a fight scene soundtrack, complement to Nemesis from A-side. While the other one is more cinematic and bold, this one's a bit more creeping and sinister for those good Unseelie vibes. Also the title is a bit of icing on the cake given that it's for his time as a court warrior.

4. The Howling by Within Temptation

We've been searching all night long / But there's no trace to be found / It's like they all have vanished / But I know they're around / I feel they're getting closer / Their howls are sending chills down my spine

Within Temptation sister song for Faster from A-side.

I know y'all really cute-ified the dogs but have you thought about how fucking terrifying it would be to get attacked by a pack of ghost dogs. POV you're getting fucking murdered by the floating top half of a wolf.

5. Wild Hunt by Alexander James Adams

Come, join the hunt for the fox running fast / We will ride in the front, you will take up the last / Through the night and the cold, through the mist without rest / Cursed by magic of old, you will never be blessed / Come and ride!

DM's pick.

6. Midnight by Radical Face

And I sank my teeth into your ribs / And drew out the blood that had turned on you / And left you to find your way back home

The literal meaning of this song is about a forest witch who cures a kid with leukemia and then has to skip town so they don't hunt her down and kill her. But I think maybe it could also be about an Unseelie queen taking in a lost young man desperate to be something and making him anew in her perfect violent image and then abandoning him.

#hyssop #playlists

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kudosmyhero · 1 year

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Daredevil: The Man Without Fear #3

Read Date: November 23, 2022 Cover Date: December 1993 ● Writer: Frank Miller ● Penciler: John Romita, Jr. ● Inker: Al Williamson ● Colorist: Christie Scheele ● Letterer: Joe Rosen ● Editors: Ralph Macchio ◦ Pat Garrahy ●

HERE BE SPOILERS

Reactions As I Read: ● opening right up where the last issue left off--with Elektra jumping off a snowy cliff and Matt jumping in after her. ● his hair is a really pale red in this series… more strawberry blond than ginger or auburn. ● daaaamn… that was cold, Elektra. literally and figuratively. ● at least he got his sunglasses back. somehow. ● he's pissed. get 'er, Matt. get 'er! ● "Is there anything she's bad at?" I dunno… empathy, for starters. ● did he just unalive that guard? that's a biiiig drop. ● the guard made an "uhnnff" when he landed on the grand piano… but that could have just been air being forced from his lungs on impact. that's what I'm going with. ● nope, never mind. he's speaking. it's wobbly, but it's speech. ● Elektra looks like she'd be at home taking calls for the Ghostbusters. ● tighty whities ● wha? damn she's got a nerve ● i suppose Foggy gets to clean all that up ● "it smells like sex in here" - Foggy, probably ● Elektra hears voices? huh. I mean, not surprising. ● "Got you--" are ya sure about that, buddy? she's already taken out half your crew. ● "I <3 NY" - ha! ● Stick! ● "It's bad enough you failed me. I won't have you joining the enemy. I'll kill you first. So stay away from Elektra." - totally heard that in Scott Glenn's voice ● ?! Matt--*sputters*--you think Elektra is an angel? oh honey, you're gone, aren't you ● at least Elektra has some remorse for what she's doing to Matt ● "You're everything I need, Elektra. Everything I've ever wanted." ● "I killed five men last week. Actually, one of them was a woman." ● pretty much sums up what I know of these two's relationship ^_^ ● she's trying to explain, Matt. you just don't want to hear what you don't want to hear. ● ok, she's gone. for now. ● gasp is that… ● …is that… ● KINGPIN!

Synopsis: Elektra is falling from the cliff. She crashes through the ice and into the water. Matt jumps in after her. He is trying to find her underwater, but cannot. He rushes to the surface to get a breath. As he does he can hear Elektra laughing as she speeds away in her car. Matt gets home, drenched and pissed. Foggy tells him where she lives.

Matt show up at Elektra’s mansion. There is a party going on and security is tight. Matt manages to sneak through the grounds and gets into Elektra’s room. He feels all of her first place trophies for swimming, track, aikido, kendo, karate… Matt starts down the hall and a dog charges him. He kicks the dog and then kicks a guard through the window. Beneath the window is a room of glass where the party is being help. Elektra is playing the piano. The guard crashes through the glass ceiling and right onto the piano. Elektra never stops playing. The guards take aim and fire up at the window where Matt is standing. He takes off running. Matt is upset with himself for breaking the rules again. Matt is shot as he makes his mistake.

Matt is back at his apartment. He is cleaning up his gunshot wound blocking out his senses to keep conscious. When he stops the bleeding and lets the world back in, he realizes he isn't alone, and it isn't Foggy. Foggy is at the door locked out. Matt says to give him a minute. Twenty minutes later Foggy is sitting at the door and Elektra walks out. Foggy walks in and the place is a mess and Matt is sitting on the floor with a smile on his face.

Elektra is in the city. She sees a group of 5 gangbangers who she overhears them bragging about what they've done to innocent women. She lures them into a dark alley. The block off the way out and she begins to undress. She promises not to scream. Two of them go to hold her while another pulls out a knife to cut off what little clothes she has left on. She kicks him in his junk and knees him in the jaw, snapping a vertebrae and killing him instantly. The others attack but eventually she kills all of them.

Elektra and Matt are training together, falling more and more in love. Matt can’t even concentrate in class. One night Stick wakes Matt up and threatens him. Tells Matt to stay away from Elektra, that she is dangerous. Matt doesn't listen though. Unfortunately, not long after, Elektra's father is killed and she must leave Matt. He doesn't understand, he only knows his heart is broken.

Don Rigoletto is meeting with his men. They are complaining that they are being out competed. Rigoletto refuses to murder children, or cater to unholy perversions, nor will they flood their streets with crack cocaine. He is upset and sends his men away. Wilson Fisk comes up behind him and begins to give him a massage as Rigoletto tries to relax. Kingpin then snaps his neck and takes his place ready to become the Kingpin of the city.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil:_The_Man_Without_Fear_Vol_1_3)

Fan Art: Daredevil Elektra Commission by NeerajMenon

Accompanying Podcast: ● Dave's Daredevil Podcat - episode 12

#marvel #marvel comics #my marvel read #podcast recommendation #podcast - dave's daredevil podcast #comics #comic books #daredevil #matt murdock #fan art #fanart #elektra #human disaster matt murdock #scott glenn is perfectly cast as stick #wilson fisk #kingpin

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what-gs-watching · 1 year

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"You're a dark horse, Mr. Fell."

Ok so. I just started my third trip into Good Omens season 2 (it's unhealthy, I swear I'll put it down after this re-watch. Probably). And episode 1 is becoming one of my favorites.

Like yeah setting up the plot for the season, blah blah blah. But it's all about the little stuff in this episode, gang.

Opening on Crowley as an angel, creating the entire effing universe? THAT'S his meet-cute with Az? Swoon. The crazy bouncy curly hair, his excitement about his cute little nebulas, his disappointment when he hears the universe isn't supposed to run very long after all, his insistence that asking a couple of questions can't hurt. Angel Crowley is all of us. And the move he makes to cover Az with his wing? Like. 😭

The entire thing is about their relationship. I went into the season blind, didn't have any spoilers or thoughts about what I wanted it to be really but like HELLO YES it has to be about their relationship. Which I remember thinking during season 1 was super cute and that's as far as I went. Because I was dumb back then? Or distracted by my love of David Tennant (second favorite Doctor, gang. You can wrench Matt Smith from my cold, dead hands, try me). But like shit, I didn't know what I needed.

So anyway "The archangel fucking Gabriel" (now Jim, long for James and also Grabriel) showing up naked with a weird box, ok yeah he's gonna cause some problems but what really matters is that Aziraphale calls Crowley (after he freaks out when Gabriel says he didn't know anything but felt like everything would be okay if he was just with one person, and did Aziraphale know what that felt like?! Spoiler: he absolutely does) and Crowley rushes over and gets uppity because they can't go into the bookshop.

Describing all of the reasons Aziraphale calls him, which y'all, the reasons he lists are literally everything. So he calls you for everything. And then the look when he hears there's a naked man in the shop. YOUR FACE IS COVERED IN SUNGLASSES, how can we still know the fucking look you're giving? It's so perfect. My boy is jealous. And more than a little intrigued. He knows Az is a dark horse.

Back to Jim I guess but whatever the important thing is Crowley's reaction to being him there and the little fight that ensues. I love "I feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlys" because that's the ENTIRE POINT of the season like you two are not saying the same goddamn thing and neither of you care to figure that out. THEY'RE DIFFERENT EXACTLYS. Every time that it matters.

Everyone's favorite demon is very upset that the 'fragile existence he's carved out for himself' is being threatened and sweet little Aziraphale says he thought that they carved it out for 'ourselves'. Crowley's "SO DID I" with the flashing eyes is just...because like YO that's what y'all need to be facing up to, LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT. But then he storms out, the drama queen. He was "at liberty to go". Would have been a perfect time to tell Az all about how Gabriel had wanted him to "shut his stupid mouth and die" but like, nah it's okay, that isn't information he needs to know like it's all good. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Let's stalk off with a sexy flourish instead.

Meanwhile, I guess, there's also another demon that's taken over Crowley's post that he deals with sometimes, and he's living in his car (because obviously he didn't bother to tell Az about it situation which is infuriating) and then he gets pulled down to hell by Beezlebub who tells him Gabriel is missing (whoops) and that if he can help find him, he can be a duke of hell. Ya boy ain't interested. But he does know that Az has fucked up their shit again, with his bleeding heart routine. Though in the angel's defense, he didn't see Grabriel try to murder him in hellfire. AGAIN, though, totally don't need to mention that.

But y'all, the entire point of the episode. For me, anyway. Is:

1.) 'Good ol' fashioned loverboy' playing in the Bentley as Crowley rushes back to the bookshop. Dining at the ritz, we'll meet at nine [...] just take me back to yours, that will be fine...

2.) The mother-effing apology dance. I have so many questions. and I loveeeeee it.

Aziraphale says he's done the dance in 1650, 1793, 1941 (we gon' talk about THAT later, folks) and so I need to know like, everything.

WHO INVENTED IT. WHO DID IT FIRST. HAS CROWLEY EVER DONE IT BEFORE THIS? DO THEY NOT REALIZE HAVING THIS SWEET LITTLE RITUAL BETWEEN THEM IS LIKE, PEAK RELATIONSHIP SHIT.

Side rant: There's an outtake where Michael Sheen makes David Tennant do the dance again just so he can hold up a scorecard at the end, giving the man a 7, soo now pretty much I'm obsessed with their friendship also.

Ugh. The entire thing is so perfectly heartwarming 💜 The way Aziraphale gets up and straightens his vest and gives the proper attention before it starts and then just says "very nice" and it's forgotten. And how he pretends to be busy when Crowley bursts in. Makes him ding the bell and everything. He knew Crowley was gonna come around, because that man is nothing but dependable (for him, anyway. Crowley loves to rescue him - but that's an entirely separate post. Like, a real big one). Kid really is a dark horse.

And then, to top it all off, after Crowley has properly apologized, they attempt to do a tiny little half-a-miracle to hide Jim-James-Gabriel and they're all pleased with themselves that it worked. But JK it was powerful. Which has some many implications like, I can't. And that's also probably another post. Because this fucking show is nuanced.

Doesn't matter. All I know is, I can watch Crowley properly apologize all day. ALL DAY.

Basically, perfect episode. Ineffable husbands is exactly what we all needed. And it's gonna get real weird.

#good omens season 2 #crowley and aziraphale #gomens #ineffable husbands

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petertingle-yipyip · 3 years

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FINGERS CROSSED - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 4,370

Summary: An old friend comes back to town and when she nearly dies, Matt lets something slip (loud enough that his actual girlfriend hears it).

You had been up late, running over the notes Foggy gave you earlier. You had the papers sprawled over the floor of the bedroom while you were scribbling your own key points and questions. You weren’t sure if you were trying to piece something together so Matt wasn’t completely lost - if he ever showed up for the case - or if you were looking to find something that Foggy missed. Or maybe you just wanted something else to focus on other than Matt’s ridiculous secrecy as of late.

The case was counting on the medical examiner’s admission of falsifying the death certificates. And your friends got it, but under coercion. It was stricken from the record and your friends were left with nothing. Nothing but anger and resentment at each other, admittedly due to Matt’s secrecy and his new “private client” that he told not even you about.

And you didn’t blame Foggy. Matt had pissed you off with that as well. He was the one who insisted the firm take on the Castle case and yet he was missing for most of it. Lucky for your friends, you had free time to help.

“So glad I didn’t go to law school.” You muttered as you reached for one of the further stacks of papers. “This Punisher case is a mess…”

The door opened quickly but before you could welcome your boyfriend home, you heard the commotion. Stick was barking orders, Matt was moving in a hurry, and a girl was groaning in pain. You haphazardly bunched all your papers into the folder and took them with you to put on the coffee table. Coming out, you saw Elektra with a gruesome gash across her stomach and bleeding out on the couch.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, kneeling beside her. “Please don’t die on this couch.”

You didn’t dislike Elektra per say, but she wasn’t your favorite person. Not anymore at least. You two had been relatively close friends in college but her so-called mission with Matt drove you two apart. Since you always knew the truth about her, you couldn’t be around them a lot. It was too tempting to tell Matt the truth. But once Elektra left, you were the one who helped him get his schooling back on track and move forward. You never brought it up again because it simply wasn’t your story to tell.

“You could’ve told me you were running around with her, Matt.” You scolded as you pressed your palm to her stomach, a few inches about the deep slice. She whimpered as you applied the light pressure and you mumbled an honest apology.

“Really?” Matt scoffed, drawing a glare from you. “You want to do this now? She’s dying.”

“Why do you think I’m right here, dipshit?” You rolled your eyes and let your power work. “You forget she was my friend first.”

You focused on Elektra’s pain, reeling it in towards yourself. You liked to think of pain like a glow, a blazing white - sometimes red - warm glow within the body that shone like a beacon only to you. And once you found it, you pulled it into your own chest like you were reeling in a fish. It could easily dissipate in your body without you feeling a thing, so it gave you a rather effective bedside manner. There was also the other side to your power, the delivery of the pain that you absorbed from others. You could take that glow and target it towards someone else. Mimic the feel of a compound fracture in their leg, a snap in their ankle, their stomach twisting into literal knots, or even a constant building pressure behind their eyes - anything you could think of really. But the weaponized side of your power, you hadn’t used it in years since you left SHIELD.

“Bring her in here.” Stick called from the bedroom.

You were suddenly very glad that you had gotten the papers out of the room. Matt pushed past you and scooped up Elektra before carrying her into the bedroom. You huffed in annoyance as he turned his back to you but said nothing. You heard his gentle coos, assuring her that she’d be okay.

“You’d think she was his girlfriend.” You muttered with a roll of your eyes. You hoped Matt heard you, though you doubted he was paying a lot of attention to you. Instead, you turned your focus back to the case notes. You sorted through the papers and found the few that you were studying just minutes before.

“Y/L/N!” Stick called after a few seconds of silent chaos.

“What?” You returned, refusing to lift your eyes as you scanned the papers. The single syllable was sharper than you intended being that Stick wasn’t the one you irritated with but you didn’t care enough to retract it. It was relatively warranted, all things considered.

“Get your ass in here! This is gonna hurt like a bitch and she could use your help.”

“Of course, because God forbid-“ You complained as you pushed yourself to your feet and slammed your paper stack to the table. You didn’t know Stick that well but you knew he wasn’t going to let you say no. He was stubborn like that.

“Quit your bitching and get-“

“I’m coming!” You shouted angrily and entered the bedroom. You shoulder checked Matt on your way to the bedside and sat in the space beside Elektra.

“Y/N…” She said weakly, reaching for your hand.

“Shh.” You cut in and placed your hands over hers, finding the white glow almost instantly. “You can apologize after we fix your ass.”

She let out a strained chuckle before a sharp gasp when Stick poured the mixture over the slice. You felt the cold liquid splash your hand as he generously distributed it over the deep injury. He covered the wound with torn strips of sheet and claimed he was done.

“I’ll get the kit.” You offered, giving your friend one last look before slowly pulling your hand away.

Matt was quick to take your place beside her, causing a grind of your teeth. You pushed the anger aside while you went to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinet until you found the small suture kit. You were bringing it back when Matt’s words stopped you at the door.

“Sweetie, stay with me.” He said gently. You stayed behind the glass of the door, just listening for a moment. “Stay with me.”

“Matthew…” Elektra said weakly. “I- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He assured her. “It’s okay, just- Just stay.”

“I’ve known her to pull through worse.” You announced your arrival as you moved to the other side of the bed. You busied your hands with the kit, hoping to calm the subtle shake. You took a deep breath and once the pounding in your ears stopped, you turned back to Elektra.

Glancing at Matt, you saw he had her hand in his. He had his forehead leaning against their hands as he muttered a desperate, pleading prayer. Any other circumstance, you would’ve considered that sweet.

“Get out.” You said plainly as you swung a leg over her hips and leaned your weight back into her thighs.

“What?” He said quickly.

“Get. Out.” You emphasized. “You’ll only get in the way.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.”

“Stick?” You called, leaning down and began peeling the bloodied sheets back while you held the thread between your teeth to free your hands. “Get Matty out of here, please!”

“Y/N.” He grabbed your arm, knowing it would lead to a quick turn of your head.

“Your precious ‘private client’ will be fine.” You mocked. “It’s your girlfriend you need to be a little more careful with.”

“What?”

“Stick!”

“Come on.” Stick said from the doorway. Matt didn’t take his hand away, though you could feel the subtle movement of his thumb under your sleeve as he tried to read you.

Matt could feel the heat radiating off you, the anger that was coursing through your veins. Your heart was beating fast, blood pumping hard. He could practically feel the heat of your glare as well. It would be an understatement to say you were angry, but he wasn’t completely sure what pisesd you off so bad. Surely, it wasn’t as simple as Elektra getting hurt.

“Ellie’s a real fighter. And Y/N does a hell of a patch job. You should know that.” Stick added.

“What did you just say?” Matt said, hesitantly letting his hand leave your arm as he followed after Stick. “Did you just call her Ellie?”

“Y/N.” Elektra groaned as you began pressing the edge of the still bloody wound together. “I- I didn’t know… I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know what, El?” You sighed.

Your anger had peaked and was now dissipating, and maybe that was just due to Matt being out of sight. Worry filled its place. Worry that Elektra was going to bleed out in Matt’s bed. That you’d lose one of the few friends who really understood you, your powers and the way you were raised. But also that Elektra held more of Matt’s heart than you or he realized. You had to push the last thought out of your head to focus on the task at hand.

You worked slowly, carefully threading the needle through her skin and muscles. All the while, you used the fingers that held the wound closed to absorb the pain into your body. You felt her pulse under your fingers and it was steady, strong, too stubborn to die.

That was the Elektra you were friends with, maybe even missed after all.

“That you were the girlfriend… I thought it was just the… The blonde from his office.”

“Karen wishes it were her.” You chuckled slightly. “I didn’t know you were back in town either so I guess we both were in the dark.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s…” You trailed off. “I’m not gonna say it’s okay, because I don’t know if I’m angry or upset right now. And I don’t know who to blame… Probably Matt.”

She laughed weakly.

“I wish you would’ve called me too. Matt’s not the only one who could’ve helped you.”

“I didn’t think- I figured you wouldn’t- wouldn’t want to hear from me again.”

“Of course I would, dumbass.” You shook your head fondly.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve-”

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You assured her. “I just-“

“Did you always love him?”

“What?”

“It’s obvious.” She chuckled weakly. “You love him… Did you always?”

“No.” You said honestly. “I had a crush while you two were together, I’ll admit that. But I didn’t get real feelings until after you left and it was me and him… Y’know, you left me too that night.”

“I never meant to hurt either of you. But I had to go, to protect him…”

“I know. But it didn’t make it easier…” You snipped the end of the stitches before gently placing some gauze over it. You taped the ends before patting her side and climbing off. “Get some rest, okay?”

“Y/N/N?”

“Yeah?” You didn’t look up while you were cleaning up your things. There was a wave of nostalgia as she used that old nickname for you.

“You’re the only real friend I’ve ever had, save for Matthew…” That made your movements stop and a small smile made its way across your lips. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, you were my first real friend too.”

You grabbed the kit and left the room, gently closing the door behind you. You came out to Stick sitting on the sofa with a smug expression while Matt stood tensely between the two arm chairs. Clearly they had abruptly paused their tense conversation and there was no indication that they were going to continue it with you in the room. You tilted your head with a wide eyed expression, thinking ‘This is gonna be fun’, as you quietly walked to the kitchen.

You tossed the kit on the counter before washing the blood off your hands and pouring yourself a drink.

“You didn’t think that was important to share?” You asked finally, gesturing towards Elektra in the bedroom. Clearly no one else was going to break the tension. “Or were you just-“ You shrugged. “-trying to keep her to yourself?”

“What did you expect me to say?” Matt sighed.

“I don’t know.” You tilted your head back and forth as if you were thinking. “How about ‘Hey Y/N. Elektra is back in town and wants my help with something. She could use your help too’? It’s really not that hard to just communicate.”

“It’s not that simple either.”

“Right.” You threw back your drink. “Because it’s not like I could’ve helped you guys, right?”

“Y/N.”

“Because this.” You sent a quick jolt of pain towards Matt. Nothing extreme, just the sensation of a pinch on his arm. “Wouldn’t have been useful?”

“I couldn’t risk you getting hurt.”

“Oh my god.” You muttered in annoyance.

“Y/N, I’d never be able to forgive myself if I dragged you into something and you got hurt.”

“Mhmm… But she’s hurt. She’s hurt and you’re entire fucking world stopped, didn’t it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“But it is!”

“That's not what this is.”

“No, you wanna know what this is? This is Matt Murdock ditching his girlfriend and his friends and his job for her without a second thought. The case that you insisted on taking on is very quickly turning into a shit storm and where are you? Hmm? Running around with her all night! You’re ignoring Matt’s responsibilities and are only worried about Daredevil.”

“I- I know I’ve left you guys in the dark… A lot, lately. Alright?”

“Under statement of the fucking year, Matty.”

“I know that. But what me and her are dealing with, it’s something so much bigger.”

“Is it really more important than everything else in your life, hmm? More important than Foggy? Than me?”

He sighed and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. He didn’t have an answer, not one you would like at least.

“Told you this would happen, Matty.” Stick added. “You can’t have it all.”

“I thought you liked me.” You turned in shock.

“You’re alright.” Stick waved you off.

“And you’re still a dick.” You looked back to Matt. “Answer me this then, Murdock. Do you still have feelings for her?”

He scoffed.

“Pretty simple now, isn’t it?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been patient and steady with you through everything, but you’re not gonna wiggle out of this.”

“She seems serious.” Stick chimed in in amusement.

“Pick a side, old man.” You said firmly as you moved to stand behind the couch. “Do you or do you not have feelings for her, Matt?”

“No, I don’t. It was a long time ago. And I- I’m over it. I’m over her.”

You nodded slightly as you thought about his answer. It would’ve been easier to accept his answer. If it was a simple no, then why did he try to deflect the question? You moved suddenly, throwing your empty glass at the wall past Matt’s head. Stick chuckled as the glass shattered but Matt looked at you like you were crazy. The sudden movement shocked you as well, but luckily Matt couldn’t see that expression on your face.

“You think I don’t know when you’re lying?” You challenged. “I may not have super senses like you, but I don’t need them. You’re not necessarily a great liar.”

“Did you just-”

“Stay with me, sweetie.” You mocked and closed the distance between you two. Matt sighed inwardly as he finally realized his mistake. He hadn't even meant to call her that, hadn't even noticed when he did.

“Sweetie?” You shoved his chest. Matt let you take your anger out on him, accepting that he deserved it. He wouldn’t have been surprised if you had walked out right then.

“Sweetie?!” Another shove. “If you’re so over her, then why do you still hustle and wait on her like she’s queen of the goddamn world?”

“I- I didn’t-” He tried to explain, but he knew nothing he said would make up for it. He messed up big time. “It just slipped out, okay? I wasn’t thinking.”

You simply rolled your eyes and turned to leave. “I don’t have to put up with this.” You sighed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.

You could practically feel the desperation in his touch. He really didn’t want you to go, but he wouldn’t stop you. To Matt, you were everything. His sunshine on the gloomiest days, his warmth through any cold. You were his comfort, his home. And to you, Matt was all that and more, if possible. But your mind was so clouded with anger, jealousy, doubt, and hurt, that you couldn’t see anything other than that haze.

“Clearly you have other priorities. Don’t let me stand in your way.”

“Y/N.” He tried to pull you closer but let go when you yanked your wrist away. He felt something crack in his chest.

“Don’t.” You said firmly. “I’ve been the one at your side for years since she left. I’ve been the one who made you sure you were okay after everything. Every stupid fight and every cut, bump, and bruise. I was the one who was there to make sure it didn’t hurt and made sure to patch you up. I’ve kept your secret from everyone that you didn’t want to know and the minute - the minute - that she pops up in your life again, she’s your priority. It’s like she never left!”

“It isn’t like that!” He said suddenly, praying he could make things right. “You know that I love you.”

“I really wish you said that when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.” You scoffed and gathered all your papers again. You didn’t use your powers, but Matt suddenly felt like his heart was in a very tight vice. “All the hours spent giving advice on how to help you with all your bullshit.” You mumbled.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked sadly.

“I don’t know.” You said honestly. “Elektra should be fine so I don’t- I don’t think I need to stay. Not tonight at least..”

“Y/N…”

“I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You shrugged. “You still have feelings for her and I’m not gonna sit here and play second fiddle to her. Not again.”

“Again?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“In college. You put her above everything, even your own degree. Matt, you can’t be that dense.”

“Don’t go.” He said quietly, damn near pleading. He knew if he said anything else, he wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears burning his eyes. “Please… Stay.”

“Alright, enough of this.” Stick announced and stood. He turned towards you. “You, sit down.”

“Bite me.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ve told him a hundred times that these connections he insists on having will only end bad, but he still chose to keep you in his life.”

“Should I feel special?” You mocked.

“You should realize that for some stupid reason he cares about you.” Stick corrected. “He cares about you and he cares about Elektra.”

“It’s how much he cares about her that’s the problem.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your jacket and phone on the way out the door. “But clearly neither of you are listening to me so I’m out of here.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Stick groaned in annoyance.

“I hope you figure this out soon, Matt.” You called while you put your shoes on. “Because it’s going to be very awkward around the office if you don’t. And when she wakes up, let El know I’m not mad at her.”

“Y/N, please.. Don’t go. We can- We can talk this out. Just…”

“Goodnight, Matt.”

You headed down the stairs and took a seat about halfway down. You didn’t know where you were supposed to go. It was too late to knock on Karen or Foggy’s door. You left your wallet and your car keys in the bedroom, and you weren’t going to wander the streets aimlessly in the middle of the night. So, you camped out near one of the dim lights, put your headphones in, and went over the case notes again.

Reviewing each paper ten times over, you found nothing. There was no way, from your point of view, to win that damn case. Or maybe you were missing something. Maybe you just weren’t focusing or weren’t looking at the right things. Maybe that hallway was just too damn cold to focus. Regardless, your mind was clouded and heavy with everything that had happened that night. So you huffed in annoyance and dropped the papers on the step beside you.

“Pointless.” You sighed and wiped your face. How long had you been out there anyway? “Fucking. Pointless.”

You felt a poke to your shoulder and when you looked up, you saw Stick standing a few steps above you. You took out one headphone and sighed expectantly.

“So you’re really gonna walk out on him like that?” Stick scolded.

“I just needed space to think, I guess.” You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“He would burn down this whole city for you. His city.”

“Yeah… But what would he do for her?”

“Y’know, this pity party has been exhilarating but I think it’s time you get your ass up and knock this shit off.”

“I don’t need a lecture, alright?” You groaned. “This is between me and Matt so just… Fuck off.”

“Open your eyes, girl.” He rolled his eyes. It was clear Stick was tired of your incessant whining. And truthfully, you were growing tired of it too.

“Open my eyes?” You scoffed. What could he have picked up that you missed?

“Open your eyes.” He repeated and jabbed his finger against your forehead. “And it’s sad you need a blind man to tell you that.”

“What are you going on about?” You smacked his hand away.

“Did you not realize the boy was about to burst into tears when you threatened to leave?”

You thought for a moment, picturing Matt’s expressions as you challenged his devotion to you. He was upset, sure. But thinking back, he was close to tears. You had been so swept up in your own anger that you hadn’t paid attention, or you subconsciously chalked it up to being for Elektra.

“Fuck.” You sighed sadly. “How did I miss that?”

“You were too busy comparing yourself to Elektra.” He continued, ignoring your now fallen composure. “But you’re not Elektra. You’re Y/N.”

“And you’re still an old, blind jack-ass. What’s your point, Stick?”

“You and Matt have a different relationship than him and Elektra. You are exactly what he needs, especially now.”

“He’s always gonna love her, isn’t he?” You sighed in acceptance.

“Probably.” Stick shrugged. “But I can tell he loves you too, probably more. So just. Take it easy on him.”

“All I know is I can’t be pushed to the side because of her.” You said with a small shake of your head.

“So get off your ass and don’t let him push you aside.”

You hummed in agreement and thought for a moment. Elektra was the first girl Matt fell for. Of course she would hold a special place in his heart. And even Elektra said that she didn’t want to come between you and him. At the end of the day, Matt had your heart. And damn it all if that wasn’t worth fighting for.

“Thanks.” You said as you grabbed the folder and stood. “The old man has a heart after all.”

“Don’t go telling anyone.” He grumbled before continuing down the stairs.

You snuck back into the apartment and found Matt in the living room. He had put away his Daredevil suit and was sitting in one of the arm chairs, head leaning against the back and eyes closed. You realized very quickly why he angled himself so uncomfortably in the chair. He wanted to leave the couch available to you in case you came back that night. You couldn’t help but smile softly when it clicked in your head.

“My darling, Saint Matthew.” You said softly. You kicked off your shoes by the doors and shrugged your jacket off, hanging it on the hook above your shoes.

“Matty.” You said gently, shaking his shoulder. “Don’t sleep here, Matt. Lay on the couch, c’mon.”

“Y/N?” He muttered, sleep plain in his voice. He wasn’t fully asleep but he was knocking on the door. His hand came around yours and held tightly. “I thought you left.”

“I’m not gonna walk around this late by myself… Plus I got bored and cold.” You lied, causing him to chuckle. “C’mon, my love.”

“I’m sorry.” He let you take him by hand to pull him to the sofa.

You sat down first and turned to the side with a leg up, allowing Matt to lay between your legs with his head on your stomach. He liked to listen to your heartbeat before he fell asleep. Something about the steady rhythm was a deep comfort to him.

When he was close to you, he felt like nothing bad in the world could touch him. None of Daredevil’s problems could find him. No pain or danger or cruelty of the world could get close when you were there. None of that existed, just you and him.

He would always be grateful you chose him to love, and being worthy of that affection was all he could hope to be.

“Yeah, me too.” You nodded, running your fingers through his hair gently while he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you, Matty, so so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled against your shirt and held you a little tighter. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” You assured him sweetly. “We’ll talk more in the morning. Get some rest.”

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sweetbee0108 · 3 years

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A First For Everything

First fic. Ever. Please be nice I'm scared also please someone help idk how to add the fold (edit: after a literal year i figured it out omfg)

Matt Murdock x Reader. Basically if I was Claire Temple, after season 3 ends. No Y/N use, first person. Literally just fluffy fluff.

TW/CW: Wound description, blood, cursing, pet names, yes it's just fluff but still 18+ please thank youuuuu

Summary: Matt never made it to bed after a particularly bad patrol, leaving the reader to patch him up (again). That's the reason he had you move in, besides to keep you safe and platonically flirt. Totally platonically. And it totally stays that way.

I woke up to the blaring alarm coming from my phone, the one I had set to wake us up in time for Matt to get to work. My hand flopped across the pillow we had between us to his side of the bed, a furrow in my brow forming after feeling nothing but cold silk sheets. Groggily opening my eyes, realizing Matt never made it to bed, I swore under my breath and flung the duvet off my body.

This was starting to happen more and more often, Matt being either too injured or too exhausted to make it farther than the couch after his patrols. I silently hoped that this time was the latter, that I would find him slumped on the couch as safe as one could be after beating people up all night. After I moved into his apartment and he started going out every night to fight crime consistently, said criminals got more creative. And violent.

I braced myself for what I might find in the living room before sliding open the bedroom door. I’m glad I did. Matt hadn’t even made it to the couch, lying on the floor unconscious by the staircase with his black mask still in his hand. I could smell the blood, see it pooled beneath him as he took shallow breaths.

Despite seeing him passed out on the floor numerous times since he had me move in, it’s still hard. It’s always hard seeing Matt in so much pain, though he hides it quite well when he wants to.

I rushed back to the bedroom to grab the extensive first aid kit I had forced him to buy following the first time he came home injured and I saw the measly metal box he had been using. After also grabbing a small towel and running it under warm water in the adjoining bathroom, I returned to kneel at Matt’s side.

“Hey,” I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair, “you gotta help me here. I can’t carry you to the couch.” His eyes slowly blinked open and I felt his hand suddenly grip my wrist. He looked confused, and I realized I must have scared the shit out of him seeing as he was passed out and woke up to someone touching him.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay Matt. You’re alright, it’s just me.” Finally fully hearing my voice, Matt croaked out my name and closed his eyes briefly. He let my wrist go and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to stand him up and get him to the couch. Without me asking he started removing his shirt, wincing as he lifted it over his head.

“Gonna need a new shirt,” he muttered after handing me the slashed fabric. “Again.” I nodded, tossing it on the floor and setting myself on the coffee table between his legs. He rested his hands on his thighs, allowing me to give him a once over and pull on some latex gloves. His head lolled back on the couch, eyes sightlessly staring at the ceiling.

I took the warm cloth and began wiping the smeared blood off of his skin, trying to find the source (or sources) of the bleeding. “You’re getting stronger,” he said. “I’m going to say it’s from anything besides you having to lug me around so often.” I smiled softly, looking up and responding, “It is quite the workout Matthew. Did you break anything?”

“Oh yeah, a couple ribs and a hairline on my collarbone.” Matt pointed to his right side before wincing. “What time is it?”

“Ha! If you’re thinking about going to work today, you’ve got another thing coming,” I responded. “You have at least four cuts that need stitches and one of them reopened an existing cut from two days ago. You’re staying right here.”

Matt started to argue, but his inhale made him flinch and clutch his thigh tighter. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, surely asking himself why he asked me to move in. “You know I’m right,” I whispered as I threaded a needle to start stitching the cut on his shoulder.

“You usually are sweetheart, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He furrowed his brows as I started on his shoulder. “I know, I’m sorry,” I said, “I’ll try to be quick and we can get you into bed.”

“Is that a promise?” Matt shamelessly flirted, a slight smirk gracing his split lip. “Yeah, smartass, you need to sleep.” He chuckled softly and shook his head in mock disappointment as I placed the last stitch.

“Is there anything I should know about last night?” I asked softly. We have an understanding that I only know what I need to, in case, somehow, the bad guys find out I know who Daredevil is and they try something. Also, I really don’t want to know all the gruesome details of the crime going on all around me.

“Just that people are starting to figure out that I’m back, and they are definitely not happy. Seems like everyone’s fighting for control after Fisk went back to prison. You still have your pepper spray?” I nodded and that seemed to ease his mind slightly. It’s not like I go out at night, but I know that me having it lets him breathe easier.

We sat in comfortable silence as I finished stitching the remaining wounds on his torso. I could already see bruises forming along his ribcage, assumedly where his ribs were cracked.

After being here for only a week and a half, and knowing Matt for less than a month, I never expected to be so accustomed to patching him up. I never thought something as simple as walking down an alleyway one night would lead me here, but honestly, getting to see him shirtless so often was worth me having to leave my old apartment. Matt’s apartment was nicer anyway.

“Alright. You’re good.” I stood up and threw away the bloody gauze that had accumulated beside us, the gloves, and packed up the first aid supplies. After tossing what was left of Matt’s shirt in the trash and the dirty towel in the laundry, I went back to sit on the couch. With my legs pulled up underneath me and my head leant against my hand, Matt let his hand rest on my knee.

Despite him flirting with me since the day I met him, Matt never went past that. Part of me thought he didn’t like me like that, the other half knew he kept a slight distance to ‘protect’ me. It’s not like he can’t tell I’m absolutely head-over-heels for him, though. I know he knows my heart races every time he says my name or he touches me in the slightest.

Him clearing his throat broke my train of thought and I looked over. “Thank you. This can’t be easy for you.” Matt’s thumb rubbed my knee and even though I know it’s meant to be comforting, all I could imagine was leaning over to run my fingers through his hair. I only ever had the courage to do so when he was passed out, unfortunately.

“Actually,” I started in response, “It’s getting easier. I just hate seeing you hurt. Sewing you up is not necessarily my favorite way to pass the time.” Matt nodded, a smile forming as he asked, “What is your favorite way to pass the time, then?”

I sat and thought for a moment, with a few things passing through my mind that made me blush, finally landing on a shrug and a smile.

"You're blushing, I hope you're not thinking of anything too sinful in my good Catholic home," he teased. His eyes glimmered in the morning light shining through the windows, his smile only barely shining brighter. Even I could hear my heart pounding, so it must have been thundering in Matt's oversensitive ears.

Shaking my head, I shyly answered, "Nothing sinful, no. I just…", really wanted to kiss him, but I hadn't mustered the courage to admit that to him yet. Me trailing off seemed to have caught his interest, though.

"Just what, sweetheart?" Damn. How did his voice get even more attractive? It's not like I could have lied to him anyway. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Rejection? As if I'm unacquainted with that.

I continued to debate with myself for a few moments, not noticing Matt's hand slowly moving from my knee to my chin and lifting my gaze to face him. He just barely touched my bottom lip, making my breath hitch in my throat, before moving to cup my jaw. I grabbed his wrist, closing my eyes and kissing his palm almost without thinking.

My gaze returned to Matt's face, keeping my lips pressed to his calloused hand as he gently smiled and pulled me forward. Getting his desire and not wanting him to hurt himself by moving too much, I adjusted my position so we were brushing noses and paused.

"Is this okay? I want to ma-" I cut him off by pressing my lips against his, softly (and finally) running the fingers not grasping his wrist through his chestnut hair. The sigh he let out was divine, and I swore in that moment I'd make him sigh like that for the rest of my life.

It took everything inside me to not swing my leg over him and sit in his lap, deepen the kiss further, and allow him to do as he wished. It took even more to pull away from him in the first place. I brushed his nose with mine, kissed his forehead, and contentedly sighed.

We sat for a moment, allowing the moment to sink in. I giggled softly, giddy and love struck, pulling a small laugh from him as well. Unfortunately his laugh shifted his cracked ribs, making him flinch again.

"Sorry," I whispered. Matt shook his head, kissed my cheek, and pulled away fully.

The distance between us seemed massive despite being just a few inches. I smiled and squeezed his hand before standing.

"Let's get you in bed, I'll get you some pain meds and call Foggy to fill him in, and we'll take at least the morning to rest, okay?" I laid out the plan and proceeded to make sure Matt didn't fall on his ass on the way to the bedroom.

After calling Foggy, getting the meds from the shelf on the wall and filling a glass of water, I went back to the bedroom to find Matt had changed into sweats and a hoodie and was sat patiently at the foot of the bed. His black cargo pants had been tossed aside, and I chose to ignore them for the moment.

I sat, scooched my back against the headboard, and opened my arms. Matt moved to rest his head on my chest, arm over my waist, and after having him take the medication, I closed my eyes.

My hand reached up into his hair, playing with his soft locks as my heart beat lulled him into sleep. That may have been the first time he fell asleep resting on me but I made sure it wasn't the last.

Fin

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letstevengrantsleep · 2 years

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Stay, please

Matt Murdock x f!reader

summary: loving Matt is hard, especially when it's your job to patch him up every night after he promised he wouldn't get himself hurt again.

word count: 1,372

warnings: blood, depictions of wounds, angst, mentions of things with a sexual nature

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You couldn't believe that he'd done it again. He'd promised, promised that he wouldn't go out tonight, that he'd stay safe. Yet here you are, breaking into his apartment at 3 in the morning because he wasn't answering his calls and you just had a feeling that he was in trouble.

Ever since Matt had told you he was the infamous Devil of Hell's Kitchen your life had been constant worry and heartache for him. It was unfair, really, that he trusted you enough to tell you but didn't listen to you enough to stop himself from getting hurt.

You managed to slam his front door open, falling into the hallway with a thud as your heartbeat continued to race. You knew he could hear it and you didn't care, as far as you were concerned he needed to know how much you worry about him. He needed to know the stress he puts you through every night.

"Matt?" You call out, frantically slamming the door shut and running in to try and find him. A low groan snaps your head towards the sofas, and that's where you find him; hunched over and covered in blood.

He'd stripped himself of his daredevil attire and is sat shirtless, his bloodied chest on full display. He's covered in slashes and cuts from his neck down to his hips and is lay with his eyes squeezed shut, hand covering one of the nastier wounds.

"Oh my god, Matt," you drop to your knees in front of him, routing with shaking hands through the first aid bag you brought with you preemptively for something to clean him up with. "You need to stop coming home like this, fuck Matt what would you do if I wasn't breaking your door down every time I worried?" You ramble, pulling out some gauze and sterilised cloths to wipe him down with.

"Mm," he groans out as he adjusts on the sofa, "it's not that bad, y/n." At that you laugh, really laugh at him. He must be joking, right?

As you move to the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water, you curse him out, "are you fucking kidding me, Matt?!" Walking back over you watch him as he tries to sit up and quickly place the bowl down before putting a now free hand on his chest to stop him from moving. "You look horrific," you pause before whispering "and you didn't even call."

He doesn't say anything but give you a guilt stricken look as you start to wipe him clean of the blood covering his torso. You use your free hand to tilt his chin up, his mouth agape as you wipe down his neck. You can't help but notice his back arch too at your touch.

Silence fills the air as you wrap the gauze around his back and over the biggest gashes, carefully securing it with safety pins and smoothing the material down so that it won't cause him any discomfort. As much as you hate doing this, having to dress his wounds every other night and make sure he doesn't bleed out, you can't help but feel fuzzy looking at his body as you do. The way his shoulders tense as you wrap his wounds, the way the muscles in his torso move and flex as you wipe over smaller cuts. The way he tilts his head to the side to let you clean up his neck again. It's intoxicating, how responsive he can be when his life is literally in your hands.

"I can't keep doing this, Matt," you start, your breath shaky as you look over him, "I can't keep coming here and finding you half dead on your sofa." He sighs and places a hand over yours as you wipe his chest again. "All I do is worry about you. Every waking moment of my life I spend it wondering if you're okay, wondering if that stab wound has healed yet, or the bullet graze. It's exhausting, Matt."

As you stop speaking, Matt moves the cloth from your hand and places it down beside him, one of his hands makes its way up your arm and onto your face. "I'm sorry, I know you don't like what I do but I have to. I can't stop, I can't-" he sighs, head falling back onto the cushion behind him as he drops his hand from your face. “You know why I do it, y/n, sweetheart, I-”

“No, no don’t do that,” you fumble to get his hand off you, “you don’t get to call me that,” frantically trying to collect your thoughts, you start to ramble. “Every night I come here and I stitch you up and go home. I have to go home, back to my apartment, alone, while you sit here planning the next thing that’s going to almost get you killed.” Taking a shaky breath you pause before continuing, “you don’t call me that, that's not fair.”

Matt moves to stand, wincing in pain as he pushes himself up to be in front of you. Trying to make room between the two of you, you try and step back but find yourself trapped between him and the table behind you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him sigh, running his hands up your arms. It takes you a second to compose yourself, almost shaking with the amount of tension in the air around the two of you.

"This isn't fair, Matt, you know this isn't fair" you whisper, staring at his lips as he runs his tongue across them. For as long as you'd known Matt you'd loved him, and it pained you when he spoke to you like you were together. It hurt, really fucking hurt when he got too close, or when he called you sweet names because you knew deep down that he wouldn't want to be with you when tomorrow came. It was blood loss, or delirium, or something else, but it was never real. He never mentioned it after those bloodied nights alone together.

"I know, I know." He whispers, pulling you into him and resting his head onto your shoulder. "Stay, please." Matt sighs out, wincing again as he lifts his head and motions towards the bedroom.

"Matt..." you whisper as he leans down, his lips so close that you can feel his breath on your own. His soft lips press down on your own and you feel his hand snake into your hair to keep you there. The kiss is intimate, almost possessive, and you completely loose yourself in it, wrapping your arms around his neck to ground yourself.

You're the first to pull away and your stomach tightens as you see Matt leaning further in, trying to find your lips again. "Y/n," he starts, "I can't keep pretending that I don't want you. I can't do it." He sighs, tugging lightly at your hair just enough to make your breathing falter. "You're the only thing I think about. At night I just want to be holding you and in the morning all I can think about is how much I want to touch you. I want to know what you taste like, how you'd sound, I want everything." He sounds strained, like he's trying to keep his composure. "Let me have you, let me have everything I can get, please."

He knew what your answer was going to be before you even spoke, of course, your heartbeat gave it away, and the way your thighs were squeezing together gave it away too.

"You have to know, Matt surely you know I've been yours since the day we met. I've wanted no one else. It's you, it's always been you." He smiles, a big lopsided grin that lingers as he pulls you in for another kiss, this free hand resting on your face this time.

"Say it again." He mumbles against your lips, "tell me you're mine."

You smile, breaking the kiss for just a second, "I've always been yours" you sigh out, tilting your head to the side as he kisses his way up your neck and jawline.

"And I'm all yours, sweetheart." He whispers, content.

#daredevil #matt murdock #marvel #matthew murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock one shot #netflix daredevil #nmcu

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AFTG Headcanon #2

(I’m gonna be doing a few more of these for writing/idea practice)

TW: canon typical violence, blood

Neil, while being very attractive, does not have a perfect face. And I don’t mean the scars. Whenever I see fan art of Neil, he always has this super symmetrical and straight nose, and I just cannot believe that is the case.

Neil’s nose is crooked and has a large bump in the middle.

He first broke his nose when he was 8. He had been running around the kitchen, experiencing a rare moment of genuine childlike joy in the Baltimore house. His father was away for business and had taken Lola, Romero, and Patrick with him, leaving Neil alone with Mary and only Jackson guarding them. Neil didn’t pose much of a threat so Jackson stayed practically glued to Mary’s side. There was soft music playing throughout the house and Neil, Nathaniel then, was happily humming along as he did laps around the kitchen island. However, as one song bled into the next, he heard Mary shout followed by a big crash. As he whipped his head around to find the source of the noise, he lost his balance and fell headfirst into the marble counter top. His nose cracked, and he felt himself begin to cry. Mary had told him to stay out of trouble though, and he didn’t want to make her mad, so he went to the bathroom closest to his bedroom and locked himself inside. He tried desperately to keep the blood off of any light materials and sat prodding at his injured nose for about an hour before he squeezed it tightly, and tugged it straight. It hurt, but not nearly as much as his fathers hands or lolas knives. The bleeding stopped, so Neil did his best to clean up his mess and carry on with the rest of his day. His mom didn’t even question it when he came down for dinner that evening with swollen eyes and a purple nose; she couldn’t really talk with the bruises around her throat left by Plank.

The second time he broke his nose, it wasn’t his fault, and his name was Stefan. They were driving through the Swiss alps when a member of the Moriyama’s syndicate caught up with them. The roads were snowy and the 1972 Volvo they were stuck with did not make the best get away car. Despite Mary’s skill, the car spun out after hitting a patch of black ice on a particularly winding road. Neil couldn’t remember the car colliding with the tree, but he could remember the feeling of his mother’s freezing fingers snapping the cartilage back into place. He could remember the scream he tried and failed to bite back, and the slap he received for making too much noise. The slap jostled his nose and though it had been properly reset, that break never quite healed properly.

There was a third, fourth, and fifth time; all on the run as well, but the first time he broke his nose as a fox was different.

It was the second game of his Sophomore season. The Jackals had put up a hell of a fight, but the foxes had managed to pull out a win. When the final buzzer sounded, Neil pulled off his helmet and shook out his sweaty hair before looking to the score board; the 8-5 he saw there put a smile on his face. If he hadn’t been quite so distracted, he might have noticed the angry looking backliner for the jackals watching him. He might have noticed the ball being tossed in the air, and he might have noticed the racket swing that sent the ball hurdling towards his face. Andrew noticed. He noticed immediately but didn’t quite make it to Neil in time to push him out of the way. The court rang out with a deafening crack as the ball connected directly with the bridge of his nose. Andrew was over him as soon as he hit the ground, muttering a quick yes or no before pulling Neil’s head into his lap. The other foxes had thrown themselves at the Jackal player in question as soon as they saw Neil fall, but Andrew couldn’t be bothered. He gently touched Neil’s nose and dabbed at it slightly, trying to stop the blood from going into his mouth. Neil groaned and sat up, leaning back on his hands. The fight between the jackals and the foxes had ended with the offending jackal player being benched for the next two games thanks to a much deserved red card.

As his teammates began to circle him, checking in, asking him questions, Neil put a hand up to quiet them.

“Guys, I’m fine, I swear,” Neil said before reaching up and resetting his broken nose without so much as a flinch. “See, all good.” The foxes went deadly quiet.

“Neil,” Matt said softly, “that’s not all good. How do you know how to reset a broken nose?”

Neil blinked at Matt owlishly before responding, “cause I’ve done it a dozen times? To my mom and myself. Couldn’t go to hospitals while on the run and the nose is a very delicate part of the body.” This wasn’t the first time the foxes had heard something like this from Neil, but it didn’t make it any less heart breaking. Neil began to shift around in discomfort from all the eyes on him, and Andrew, as always, noticed right away.

“Come on junkie, you and I are doing press duty.” Neil nodded, his face blank, but he found himself able to breath easier thanks to the distraction. Andrew always knew exactly what Neil needed, always.

As the press conference came to an end, a lingering journalist asked for Neil’s opinion of the Jackals player who had, quite literally, taken a shot at him. Neil’s composure slipped slightly and he let out a laugh at the question before answering,

“If only they had aimed that well during the game, they might have won”

Andrew let out an exasperated sigh beside him and grabbed Neil’s wrist before pulling him out of the press room, leaving the wrap up to Wymack.

“207%”

“Okay, but was I wrong?”

“208%, thin ice junkie.” Andrew said, before turning and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Neil’s very crooked and very swollen nose. “It’s time for you to go see Abby.”

Years down the line, Neil is having a particularly bad day and Andrew sits down next to him in their shared bathroom. He had found Neil on the bathroom floor with a hand mirror, a box of black hair dye and a fifth of whiskey, and decided enough was enough.

“Neil, you look nothing like your father.”

“Yes I do Andrew. Every time I look in the mirror, I see him. His eyes, his jaw, his hair-“

“Neil, I have an eidetic memory, I know what he looks like and I know what you look like. You do not look the same. The nose is all wrong.”

This puzzles Neil, he’d never really taken the time to look at his nose. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, your nose is completely different from his. It throws off the resemblance completely. You do not look like him, and you never will.”

Neil signs, letting his head drop between his knees before bringing his fingers up to dance carefully across the bridge of his nose. “It is a little crooked isn’t he?” He says with a slight chuckle.

“Yes,” Andrew responds before taking Neil’s chin in the palms of his hands and bringing his face up so their eyes meet. “It’s perfect.”

Neil smiles at that, a soft smile that is typically only reserved for Andrew.

“Yes or no, Neil?” the words are softly muttered into the mere inches of space separating their lips.

“Yes,” Neil murmurs in response, closing his eyes and leaning forward into Andrew’s space. He’s expecting a kiss on the lips, so is surprised when Andrew delicately kisses his nose instead. He smiles and Andrew’s lip twitches upward in response.

“511% junkie.”

#aftg headcanon #aftg #all for the game headcanon #all for the game #the foxhole court #the foxes #tfc headcanon #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #palmetto state university #psu #psu foxes

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...dance 'til you find someone to die for...

What if instead of Seth, Riko tried to get rid of Aaron?

Chapter 4 ♟️ [table of contents]

(CW: violence, wounds, blood, implied/referenced addiction, discussion of bad mental health, depressive thoughts, intervention)

The aftermath of that fateful night is nothing short of disastrous.

First, Seth completely goes off his rocker, because he might be an A-grade asshole, but he’s not stupid. He knows that his car burning had nothing to do with “toxic athletic rivalry and jealousy affecting the PSU campus.” He knows his car going up in flames has everything to do with “the fucking little shit-midget that second-rate Day hired to sabotage them all.”

Obviously, he goes after them with all his gorilla strength and tries to murder Kevin with his bare hands, which, every Fox knows, is the stupidest move to make in front of the crazy Minyard.

But then Seth decides to go after Neil, too, and that gets as much of a reaction out of Andrew as his attack on Kevin did.

Andrew Minyard doesn’t hold back. People really need to learn not to touch his things to respect boundaries.

Matt has to call Wymack for back-up. The girls absolutely do not get involved.

Neil runs.

Nicky tries to get through to Andrew with words, to no avail. Kevin attempts to catch his breath in a corner through his bruised lung, his broken nose and his barely-freed throat. Andrew hits and punches and slices and hits and hits and hits and hits.

In the end, Seth, and Kevin, are rushed to the hospital with Abby and Wymack, for damage control, both literal and metaphorical. Betsy comes in, too, to take over from Matt with Andrew.

And Aaron… Aaron watches the scene unfold as if on the other side of a glass prison.

He looks like shit. He looks like death, like sickness. Like the slightest touch would finish him off. Like the faintest breeze would make him disappear, scattered in the wind. Yet even if he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t do a thing to stop his brother, deep down, very deep down, Aaron feels everything.

It’s too much.

Seth annoys him, Neil annoys him, Andrew annoys him, Kevin puzzles annoys him, yes, but…

The guilt. The shame.

The utter despair and helplessness he feels when watching his life crumble around him, all because a stupid fucking game he had never wanted to play and a fucking addiction he would forever carry.

He was a pathetic little shit, even more than fucking Josten.

and now looking at all the hurt his weakness had led to, he wished, not for the first time, that his drug problem had, once and for all, taken care of the real problem; himself.

Aaron had always been a burden.

He’d burdened his mom, his own brother, then his cousin, his team, his captain, his coach, his secret ex-girlfriends who could never really get through to him, his past teachers who would always watch him drown his efforts in drugs, and basically everyone who had ever met Aaron. He considered himself a waste of time, space and potential. And apparently, the team’s nurse considered that time, space and potential should be wasted on him in the hospital, with Seth and Kevin.

“You’re coming along too, Aaron. You need to get that 'flu’ checked out and no, I will not listen to your excuses,” Abby tells him.

So that’s how he ends up squished and watching over a bloodied Kevin in the backseat of Wymack’s old Ford Escape while Abby takes Seth aboard her Mini Cooper. Kevin keeps trying to lean his head back, and so every two or three minutes, Aaron has to shove his hand on Kevin’s nape and force his head down so the blood from his nose doesn’t choke him from the inside. Really, an Exy superstar who’s had countless nose injuries and also happens to be an ex-Raven should know better.

Perhaps the Kevin factor explains the idiocy. That man was a danger to himself even when Riko wasn’t after him.

Just when Aaron thinks of the similarity between the blurry cat meme and the life of the striker now bleeding out next to him, Kevin leans back in his seat, again.

“Goddammit Day, keep your fuckin’ head down, will you? You’re already trouble enough in the state you’re in, if you start choking, I’ll let you,” Aaron grunts, pushing Kevin’s head between his knees once more.

“Fu’… off…” Kevin mumbles back, no heat to his words.

They play that game until Wymack pulls up by the ER’s entrance, Abby waiting for them already and Seth nowhere in sight. As Aaron helps Kevin out of the car (that man is heavy ), Wymack drives away to find parking and Abby joins them to lead them towards different doctors.

“What are you going to do with him?” Aaron asks Abby as she tries to lead Kevin in an opposite direction. “Where are you taking him? Don’t let Seth go near him. Wait, what are you doing?”

Two doctors begin to corner Aaron away from Kevin.

“What is this, an intervention?”

“Yes, Aaron. This is an intervention. Kevin needs immediate surgical care, but you need urgent psychological care. I don’t know what happened, but I know a crisis when I see one. You’re dying inside, Aaron,” Abby tells him as quietly and calmly as possible.

The two doctors start walking to each side of Aaron’s trembling form before Kevin starts to trash a little bit.

“Wha– No, you don… s'not what you… think… don’t…” he tries to say.

“Are you sending me somewhere? Did Betsy put you up to this? Wait, did Andrew…? For fuck’s sake, you can’t lock me in again! I won’t! I’m perfectly fucking fine! Don’t touch me! I won’t go! I’ll die before I let you put me away again!” Aaron starts to yell at the doctors, at Abby, at Wymack who just came in.

The doctors try to take a hold of Aaron’s arms, but even in his state, he is still a backliner for the PSU Foxes, and he’s got tricks up his sleeves. With great mental effort but no physical one, he wrenches from their hold and starts walking towards the exit.

Wymack blocks him.

“Minyard, you ain’t 'fine’. You don’t look fine, you don’t sound fine, you don’t act fine. No, don’t lie to me. We can’t really afford to lose a player now, but we really can’t afford to lose a player now. You get me? This is the best we could come up with at such a short notice. Don’t knock it 'til you’ve tried it,” Wymack states in a dead-serious tone, one he’s never used before.

Aaron is so tired.

Tired to fight, to put up a fight, to resist, to feel alone, to care… It’s as if his body becomes liquid, as if all his muscles and nerves snap, only to leave a faint form in the doctors’ arms.

They start to pull him away, but Kevin isn’t having any of it. If Aaron had shut down, then Kevin lit up from the inside. He regains the function of his lips with the adrenaline rush.

“No! Fucking listen to him! You’re not taking him away. You’re not. You’re just not. Coach! Please… You don’t understand… You don’t– It’s them, Coach. It’s him . He knows about Neil and Andrew and Aaron and– And– If you take Aaron away now, he’s not coming back, you can be sure of that. So don’t. Don’t take him away, Coach. Don’t,” Kevin manages to blurt out without stumbling on his words or choking on his blood.

Wymack stares at Kevin as if he grew a second head.

Aaron stares at Kevin as if he was seeing him for the first time.

He doesn’t recognize that boy, this man , who just walked away from his doctor, from his Exy duties, to defend him.

Aaron doesn’t know anything anymore.

Just these words.

Don’t take him away.

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Is that blood? - Matthew Tkachuk

Prompt: “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.” Warnings: as the prompt says mentions of blood, children

The sun basked down in St Louis and you were spending time with the Tkachuk family over summer break. It was pretty normal for you to wake up in the late morning and make your way over to the Tkachuk residence for a barbecue style lunch, then spend the rest of the day either in their pool, playing sports in the backyard or going to the shops with whoever wanted to.

Today was no different, you had made your way across to their side of town with a car full of their favourite Starbucks drinks. It was the least you could do to thank them for their hospitality and letting you crash their family plans. Chantal always told you that you were like a child to her and you were always welcome to join them for as long as you wanted. Being an only child was difficult but having two honorary brothers and one honorary sister did make everything a lot more fun. Matthew and Brady spent their time protecting you from the boys in the neighbourhood and Taryn was the perfect person for you to chat to about relationships.

There was one thing, however, that you had kept from Taryn. The crush on her eldest brother that had been manifesting over the past few years. Hockey training had been good to him, he had grown into his body and you couldn’t help sneaking a glance or two at him. You thought you were being slick, and you were the first time. But every other time, he had noticed you staring and was thinking about the best way to approach you.

Matthew had been harbouring a crush on you since the start of the summer when he saw you in that bathing suit. The red one with white polka dots, it highlighted all of your features perfectly and he knew that hiding this crush would be difficult with the amount of time you spent at their house.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to tell you, there was just always something stopping him. The first time, the two of you were in the kitchen fetching some drinks to bring out to everyone and as he was about to tell you, Brady walked in, covered in some combination of beer and liquor that smelt horrible. You had basically forced Brady upstairs and ran out of the kitchen to try and get rid of the smell.

The second time, you, Matthew, Taryn and Brady had gone to the mall just for a shopping trip as you thought that Matt needed an entire new wardrobe and that would only happen if he was there and could help choose his clothes. Brady had dragged Taryn to some store to try and find something for his girlfriend because he knew he wanted to get her a gift, but had absolutely no idea what sort of thing would be good.

You and Matt were in a clothes store and had picked out a few things for him to go and try on. He wasn’t being overly cooperative but was enjoying spending time with you. He also wasn’t the best at modelling, but you accepted it because he played hockey. One thing you didn’t realise would be difficult to find was jeans. Matthew liked to remind you that he suffered from a hockey butt and it would be hard to find a pair that actually made it over his glutes. Every single time he made the comment, which was often, you told him that you could always make him a pair if he needed to.

Eventually, you both went to the food court to grab something to eat. It was pretty busy but you were able to sneak around the people blocking the way to find a place to sit down. Matt insisted that he bought you lunch and was going to tell you exactly how he felt when it was just the two of you and your food. But, when he was about to pay, he saw that Brady and Taryn had found the table you were sat at and it was another chance ruined.

Matthew had the entire thing planned out for the third time, but what he didn’t anticipate was having a load of his small cousins running around his back yard. He let out a groan but was able to hide it. As he was about to drop you a text warning you of the kids, you pulled into the driveway. He thought it was going to be impossible for him to tell you how he felt for you.

At this point, he just accepted that the universe had decided that the two of you would never be more than friends. Matthew knew that just being friends with you was not a bad thing at all, he always valued your opinion and advice just as much as his mother’s.

You jumped out of your car to hear the sounds of children causing havoc on Tkachuk terrace and knew that you’d be having a fun day being pulled between different games and people. By this point in the summer, Chantal had given you the code to get in through the back gate as you were over almost every single day. Slowly and quietly, you opened the gate so that none of the younger Tkachuk’s would hear you and try to escape the garden.

The endeavour was successful and you were able to make it all of two steps before Keith noticed the iced coffees in your hand. “Ah! Y/N, always making my day,” he said walking in your direction to give you a hand with the drinks. He took half of them from your hands and noticed that you had written names on each of them so you could get them to the right person. He shot you a smile when he noticed and knew that he’d be able to get them to whoever wanted them without having to constantly ask you.

Keith noticed the small things you did for his family that most people wouldn’t notice. Bringing coffees to the house was just another thing to add to the list which included flowers for Chantal, muffins for everyone almost every time you visited to helping Taryn with her school work when she got stuck, and his personal favourite, seeing you interact with the younger members of his family. The way Charlotte and Sarah would gravitate towards you whenever the three of you were together. They always wanted you to do something with them, building lego, doing their hair, swimming. It was difficult for them to separate from you.

Today was no different, as soon as they heard your name, their little legs propelled the two of them towards you. You lifted them both up, one in each arm, and spun them around a few times. The conversation started immediately and they needed to know everything that had happened to you in the past week. You decided to humour them by over exaggerating absolutely everything you had done and they loved it.

Unbeknownst to you, Matthew was sitting across the garden from you and was taking in every single move you were making. Even if he was meant to be playing basketball, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were beautiful, as always, but seeing you interact with his younger cousins just made his heart swell with love. He thought it was just a crush before, but now he knew, it was more than that.

Brady, being the annoying younger brother he is, had noticed that Matthew was slightly out of it and threw the basketball straight at his chest, trying to get his attention. It did hit him, but it was a bit harder than expected. Matthew stepped back, to try and absorb some of the shock but ended up tripping over someone’s foot and grazing his knee.

“Brady,” Matthew said with some anger but before he could continue, you had already made your way across to him assessing how bad the injury to his knee was.

“Matt,” you sighed, with a small amount of disappointment. “Come with me, hopefully my first aid skills are up to scratch to deal with this small graze.” You offered him your hand in case he decided to be a drama queen and pretend like he couldn’t walk properly just to annoy Brady.

Once the two of you were inside, you went around to the bathroom and made him sit on the bathroom counter so you could get a better look at his knee. You thought that it was just a light scrape so there wouldn’t be any blood. Matthew knew exactly how to get you on his good side and he was about to tell you exactly how he felt as it was the first time in what felt like forever that the two of you were alone but then, “is that blood?” you asked, unsure how you had missed it the first two times you had looked over his knee.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is-”

“Matthew Tkachuk, you are literally bleeding,” you cut in, completely ignoring what he was trying to say.

“Y/N. I don’t care about the blood. I want to tell you something I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks,” he admitted. You looked up at him from where you were to see him looking directly at you, with love in his eyes. “I like you, more than I should as a friend. And I want you to be my girlfriend?” It was a question because he had no idea what your response was going to be.

“I like you more than a friend should too Matt,” you said, not breaking eye contact with him. “So, in answer to your question, yes.” He smiled as soon as he heard that. “Yes, I will be your girlfriend and my first duty as your girlfriend is to bandage up your bleeding knee.”

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Voltron Headcannons

Date set to post; July 25th, 2020

Date posted; August 6th, 2020

Request; Basically Headcannons where the reader gets hurt and the paladins take care of her!

Style; Headcannons

Note; I went in dept with this. Stay home and stay safe, guys!

Masterlist

Shiro

You scared yourself awake

After the paladins and their lions were thrown into the ports to different areas of space, you, Shiro, and Keith landed on the same planet

Not that you knew that

You had passed out during the fall out of fear, and when you woke up, it hurt to move because of the purple marks on your side,

Your helmet glitched as you tried to look around, noting how your lion, the white lion, had shut down

You heard your name being called through your ear piece, but you couldn’t tell which paladin it is, or if it was Allura or Coran

The back door to your lion hissed open and it startled you enough to jump in your seat, which caused you to hiss when the wound pulled,

“Easy. Try not to move,”

You lifted your head, and behold, your knight in shining armor

Not really, but Shiro was close enough

His brows were pinched with worry as he squatted down in front of your chair, and tried to help you stand without touching your burning side,

After three attempts and a thousand “ows,” Shiro settled on keeping you in your seat and trying to get in contact with Keith

Cue the weird creature things that had spotted the lion and the door that Shiro left open (stupid fuck), and Shiro ended up having to defend you with his glowing hand,

Sure he got a few scratches, but what’s a few more scars to match the rest

Keith eventually found your lion, and Shiro had you laying down because the position you were sitting in made the wound ten times worse

Keith and Shiro tried to patch up your side with what you have in your lions, but eventually they decided that they have to wait for the others to find them so you can be put in a healing pod

That night even after you’re healed Shiro still wouldn’t let you get out of bed even for a cup of water-

Keith

You were just training when it happened

Swinging a few at the training bot with your sword, out of breath, before it got knocked out of your hand and you were left throwing punches

You didn’t catch the arm of the bot pulling back (it had somehow caught your sword), before it lunged forward,

The sudden problem you had to breathe caused your movements to stop, and you finally looked down at where the sword had pierced just under your left breast

A wheezed “oh my God” escaped your lips in horror, the bot pulling the blade out to step back, announcing you had lost before it vanished,

You mentally prepared yourself to scream, only getting out a, “Keith!!” before you dropped to the metal floor,

Keith and Lance were both making their way down the hall to the training deck when they heard your shout, so naturally they both took off towards your voice,

Keith saw you first, cursing out loud when Lance rammed into him due to not stopping fast enough,

They both saw you on your back, one arm sprawled to the side as the other held your workout shirt, that was once a light (favorite/color) and was then stained red,

Keith demanded Lance to go get Allura as he fully stepped into the deck, using the towel he was going to use for sweat to press it to your wound, squatting down to fully look at your face,

“The bot,” You wheezed, eyes wide in a panic, “It stabbed me. I didn’t know it could do that,”

“Don’t talk,” Keith’s voice came out tougher than he had liked. You had gotten stabbed, you didn’t need a lecture,

You instead tilted your head back and whined, and Keith racked his brain to figure out what he could do to stop the bleeding until the other teammates got there,

“Holy Quiznack!” Keith had rolled his eyes at Corans shout, then when he looked up three of the paladins- plus Coran- had surrounded you

When they got to the medic bay and you were put in a healing pod, Coran was able to bring up security cameras that revealed how you had gotten injured,

“What level did you have that thing on? Death?”

That earned Lance a punch in the shoulder.

Keith did scold you when you were healed and out of the pod,

Pidge, Hunk and Coran took time to tweak the training bots so they couldn’t go as far as causing fatal injuries like yours,

You were low key scared to use the training bot again

Keith will do.

Hunk

So you and Hunk were sent on your own mission.

You had to sneak into a part of a Galra ship and steal a piece of tech that Pidge needed for an important part of the castle

Everything was fine and dandy until an alarm was set of- a Galra soldier had spotted you

Galra soldiers ended up raiding the halls that you and Hunk were in

While Hunk was able to to defend himself your bay yard had been shot from your hands so you were only given hand-to-hand combat

You were fine holding your end of the grudge until a Galra Solider had snuck up behind you and Hunk

He must have knew you would be more effected if you were shot, so just as you were about to pin another soldier, a hot wave of pain had hit your shoulder and caused you to release the soldier

You didn’t realize that it actually hurt until you turned to face the soldier who shot you, then black began to spot your vision and you were unable to keep yourself up

Hunk noticed that you’d suddenly just stopped fighting and that’s when he saw the blood on your uniform

Hunk was able to shoot down the remaining guards, then he was left to catch you, but he was freaking out so much he couldn’t bring himself to run, instead he just sunk to his knees and began yelling into his mic,

This led you to laughing despite literally fading in and out of consciousness and telling Hunk he needed to get you to the ship

Which he did, but running back to the ship even with more Galra soldiers chasing him wasn’t easy because he couldn’t just pull out his weapon and shoot with you in his arms

You may or may not had done a badass thing of pulling your gun from your thigh pocket and hazily shooting at the soldiers,

You luckily shot all of them so when you patted the back of Hunks head and dropped your gun, he stopped running to look back and realize he didn’t have to run anymore,

“Babe, I love you more than usual sometimes,”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not so I’m gonna take it as one,”

Hunk then reminds himself that you’re barely there with them so he starts sprinting again and yelling for Coran to power a healing pod

You healed pretty quickly but Hunk had to give you a run down and scolded you as to why you didn’t use your thigh gun during battle instead of just using your fists,

All is good tho dw

Pidge (Short)

Believe it or not, it was Matt who had hurt you

You and Pidge had found a room with a map and locations and realized it was a spy facility

A figure suddenly snuck up on you and Pidge, and while Pidge was able to duck and roll to the side, you were hit upside the head with the strangers staff

And since you had taken your helmet off, it caused more damage to where you had to lay on the floor just to gain your vision back

Pidge is pissed, running at the figure with her weapon and they ended up fighting, and sure enough, low and behold, Matt’s identity was revealed

Pidge almost forgot about you when she hugged Matt, and she turned and called out for you in a panic, having not seen you move to show you were okay,

Which you were, just in pain from the force your head and face took and your head had began to throb,

“I did not mean to hit you that hard,” Matt said, when Pidge ran to your side and helped you sit up, her hand at your jaw giving Matt the go that you weren’t just a friend,

It ended up bruising, so there was just this big line going across your cheek and jaw that was an ugly purple and green color

Matt still apologizes to this day even tho it’s been weeks since it happened

You and Pidge sometimes laugh at him for it

Lance

So what had happened was-

You and Keith had to sneak on Zarkons ship

Yes, you and Keith

Lance wasn’t happy about that but

And right before you reached the area you had to get to, Keith was jumped and you were pulled into a side room, pinned to a wall with a hand at your throat

You easily passed out and when Keith turned around, you were no longer in his sight

Lance was livid

You woke up like three hours later in a cell

It was dark, clammy, and your throat was hurting from the pressure your capturer had put on it

Zarkon had his men chain you up and started electrocuting you for answers on Voltron

Of course as a valid member of the team you weren’t telling him shit

Which ended with you having a broken nose cause you had spit in Zarkons face and told him to “go to hell”

The one time Zarkon left you alone Lance and Keith rescued you, and the whole time Lance was reminding Keith that he should have gone on the mission with you instead of him

You ended up collapsing halfway through Zarkons ship, and it only freaked Lance out more because an alarm had gone off to alert that you had escaped

Cue Lance swooping you up and shooing Keith to run

Again you woke up a couple hours later in your bed at the castle and Lance was all sobby about it because “You could’ve died”

“But I didn’t,”

“Let me have my emotional moment, dammit. I could have left you behind,”

“Keith would’ve rescued me,”

Great, you made Lance mad and pout.

“I’m your knight in shining armor, not Keith,”

“Yes you are. Thank you, Lance,”

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