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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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DD pt 3 part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber driver

This art was commissioned to accompany this chapter by the incredibly talented @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please go support the original artist!

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 1 , Part 4 , Part 5

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, some blood, little.violence, suggestive content ,age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), this one is a sad one, inspired by the original comic

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Over the next few days you two text back and forth and talk on the phone. You feel so happy and excited about this budding romance between you two. It's been so long since you felt safe enough to let yourself catch feelings for a guy. You flood his phone while he's at work. Miguel isn't used to someone texting him so often but it's kind of cute how you update him on every little thing that's happening in your day and he has to try not to burst out laughing in the break room at some of the Instagram reels you send him.

Your text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️) : Why tf would you send me a video of a banana cat with that sad music 😂😐🤨 and who is that white guy that's always randomly showing up at the end of videos with that whistle tune playing?

You(amor ❤️): it's a meme babe you don't get it😂😂😂 it's supposed to be random, that's what makes it funny af. And that's Josh Hutcherson. You've never seen or read Hunger Games?!

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): no, I haven't. Your sense of humor is a little broken I'm afraid. 🤨 You kids and your memes.

You(amor ❤️): my sense of humor is just fine 😂LMAO you're only like 8 years older than me. 😂 we're watching it immediately! And we're going to Barnes and Noble to get you a copy. 😇

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): hmmm fine.😌 When would you like to, cutie? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): This weekend please? ❤️❤️❤️

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): I'm so sorry, I'll have Gabi with me. But she'll be at her mom's next weekend. Can we do it then? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): that's okay I totally understand! ❤️ Yes please! I'm so excited ❤️ I miss you...

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): perfect. I miss you more. ❤️

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Next Friday

Miguel drives to work, his heart like a dead weight in his chest and his mind racing with different scenarios on how he's going to tell his boss he's had enough. This isn't what he signed up for. The project he was overseeing at work was trying to create these "special abilities"in humans. One of the test subjects passed away this week and he'd be lying to himself if he said it wasn't messing with his head. He had nightmares about her. She couldn't have been older than 19. Her blue eyes frantic as she realized she might not make it off the lab table alive. Her horrified screams ringing in his eardrums. Miguel's fist clamped tighter around the steering wheel as he choked back a sob. He felt this was his burden to shoulder alone. He knew he was falling for you steadily now, and he didn't want you to go crazy worrying about him. He knows you love to try and fix people, a lot of times to your detriment and couldn't stand to see you in that position or live with the fact that he put you there.

He really didn't care for his boss, Tyler Stone either. Tyler Stone was the 6'3, blonde haired, blue eyed, egotistical vice president over Research and Development at Alchemax. He and the other higher ups just spent all day figuratively (and possibly literally) sucking each other off in boardroom meetings for the hard work everyone underneath them was doing. He was a businessman, not a scientist, and it became clear to Miguel that profit came first for him over scientific discovery and advancement, and his cronies shared the same philosophy.

Miguel faced the man now, sitting in his office. Tyler sighed and walked over to his decanter set that sat in the corner of his office on top of a polished mahogany drink cabinet.

"Care for some bourbon?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment.

"It pains me to hear that you're wanting to leave, it really does." Tyler says as he pours the bourbon in two short, square glasses.

"I chose you because I believed you could handle it. Your track record doesn't lie, Miguel. You were top of your class at Columbia University. I've seen your research and read your thesis that you did with them. You know Dain was actually the one that submitted your nomination to me when I was looking for someone to promote?" Tyler hands the glass of bourbon to Miguel who murmurs a low thank you.

"My point is, if you leave, I got no one to replace you, and that makes my job even more tough." Tyler takes a sip of his bourbon and makes a small face. "I'm going to bat for your little science project every time I meet with the board of directors. I'll be honest with you, they're ready to trim the fat." Tyler's blue eyes bore into Miguel's over the rim of his glass. "But I tell them that this process, is worth the wait. We won't have these superhuman abilities lined up for purchase on shelves tomorrow. But give or take a few years we will be the first to break 100 bil in quarterly revenue when we roll this out to the public. My point is, I'm willing to do whatever I gotta do to keep this project afloat because I've ran the numbers, I've seen what guys like you and Dain can do. It's a worthwhile investment."

Miguel takes a sip of his bourbon and winces. Fuck it, he downs the rest of the whiskey, his throat on fire. He holds out his empty glass to Tyler who takes it and goes to refill it, his back turned to Miguel.

"I'm sorry...." Miguel finally says. "I've made up my mind. I'm flattered that you think I'm the right person for this job, but I'm telling you, I don't want to be the guy who all of this is riding on anymore. I'm not gonna gamble if people's lives are the chips."

Tyler's face went dark and he started tapping the side of his glass, his back still turned to Miguel.

Since when did this fucker grow a conscience? He knows he wouldn't be doing this job if he wasn't getting paid for it either right? He'd given Miguel and his team resources that any group of scientists would give their left kidney for. It was thanks to him in those board meetings that those ungrateful bastards even still had a job. And now their hang up is human test subjects?

Tyler handed Miguel back another glass and said nothing as he watched Miguel down it. Miguel winced again as he finished his liquor, throat still on fire and cheeks starting to flush.

Tyler turned back around, looking at the now setting sun on the horizon. "I'm afraid I can't let you go." He said calmly.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, then suddenly his face turned white when Tyler held up an empty vial of Rapture, his back still turned to him. Tyler spoke again, his back still facing Miguel. "Alchemax is the only distributor of Rapture. Leave if you want, but I'm going to have to be forced to let the board know and involve law enforcement when they realize one of their silly little scientists couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar and became a needy little addict." He took a long sip.

"You're not gonna make me look like a weak little bitch in front of the whole board. I don't lose, Miguel. You're not gonna fuck this up for me."

Enraged, Miguel shot up, shattering the shot glass in his hand, blood gushing out of his fingers. "You fucking piece of shit!"

Tyler remained calm. "You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead. I used your sign in to get this vial from the lab. The access history and empty vial next to my dead body will just deepen the hole you dug yourself. Either do as I say, or throw away your freedom right now and kill me before you even had a chance to see your little girl go to Prom."

Miguel paused. This fucker was playing chess with him. Tyler took another sip. "It'd be a damn shame if you did. Especially about that new slutty girlfriend of yours. Did you even get to find out what her pussy feels like?"

That was it. Miguel threw his chair against the wall, the wooden legs splintering into the cabinet Tyler was leaning up against, a neutral expression on his prick face as he sipped more bourbon.

Miguel turned and left the office, and slammed the door so hard the receptionist let out a small squeak of terror as Miguel tore down the hallway, rage seething out of his ears.

"Aaron?" Tyler asked in his cold expressionless voice.

A short, balding man in his mid-thirties with green eyes and thick black rimmed glasses stepped out from behind a two way mirror in the corner of Tyler's office.

"You rewrote the code in Machine A-2099 in sector 8, right?"

"Yes boss."

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You hummed happily as you lit a few of your favorite vanilla almond scented candles on your coffee table. You went all out with a smorgasbord of treats for your movie date night with Miguel including popcorn, gummy worms, Milk Duds, Pretzels, M&Ms, beef jerky, and root beer floats. As soon as you got off work, you cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and put fresh sheets on the bed. You checked your phone anxiously.

Text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): Good morning beautiful ❤️ how'd you sleep? Have a great day, I'll be at your apartment at 8 pm.

You(amor ❤️): you just made my whole morning!🥰🥰 Good morning handsome! I slept great! I'm so looking forward to movie night tonight. I have a bunch of treats and goodies for us to snack on too. 😇

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): that sounds wonderful, baby. ❤️ Driving to work now, I'll text you when I get there but I'm not going to be able to talk much today. I have a meeting with the boss and a bunch of other stuff related to the project I'm overseeing. Just wanted to let you know not to worry ❤️ I'll call you at 6!

6 pm came and went and you felt sick to your stomach.

You(amor ❤️): Babe? Everything okay, I tried you twice.

Nothing.

You (amor ❤️): Miguel? It's 9 pm. Are you okay? Please just call or text me to let me know everything's okay...

It was now 10 pm. He wasn't coming. Your stomach lay in knots. You had called him 28 times with no answer.

What's happening? Is he cheating on me? Did he get into an accident? Is he dead on the side of the road while I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do anything?

He gets busy at work but he always, always checks in with you. You can't help but fight back tears at his untouched root beer float sitting next to yours. You knew going into this that you had to jump, knowing you were gonna fall and he might not be there to catch you. Well, here you were with a small dagger in your heart on what was supposed to be your second date. You couldn't help but let yourself get in your head. His rejection of you this time confirmed everything you feared about yourself. You laid down on the couch and sobbed quietly to sleep.

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That same night at Alchemax

Miguel's painful screams reverberated off the tiled floor of the genetics lab at Alchemax. The tall powerful man he was, was writhing on the floor in agony. It was as though his blood had turned to acid. His whole body felt on fire. Please God, if I'm supposed to die right now just take me already. He hadn't felt pain this intense ever before in his life. His eyes turned bloodshot, foaming at the mouth as his saliva bubbled and splurted out in incoherent gasps.

Aside from his screams, the machine responsible for his pain let out a low beep. Miguel knew that a copy of his original DNA sample was logged into one of the gene altering machines that he set up when he was first put in charge of Tyler's superhuman project. He knew that as long as he had a drop of Rapture in him, he'd remain an addict defenseless against his new dependency Tyler forced on him. He had tried in vain to rewrite his current biology back to the original, but Tyler was one step ahead. Tyler knew nothing about science or how DNA worked, but it didn't take much to convince Miguel's bitter, jealous subordinate, Aaron Delgado to sabotage the machine. Very little was known about what type of effect that might have on a human, so there was a good chance he'd just die. Just what they wanted. Aaron and Tyler's smug faces entered the lab, watching Miguel suffer and taunting him, even pouring up another round of bourbon while they waited for the show to end. Yep, he'd be dead in just a few more minutes. They had an alibi and a cover up ready to go. They'd post his job opening by Monday and then they could pretend like this never happened. Miguel suddenly became still, his chest seeming to freeze in place, no longer rising and falling with his normal breathes.

Gabriella, my little girl...I'm so sorry....I love you more than anything

His eyes became glassy with tears. He was on his way to finding happiness with you too, only to have the rug pulled out from under him, now he was going to die here, alone. And those who killed him would never know justice behind their corporate wall of privilege and greed that would surely protect them. He uttered your name, his lips barely moving before his eyes fell closed and saw only black..

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Pt 4 coming soon! Thanks for the support 🖤

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constantineshots · 1 month

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as someone wit cancer (posting this anonymously because some ppl on the internet hear this and go fucking crazy) I’ve always found John Constantine is actually a really interesting rep In theory. I do think Delano like most things fumbles the bag when it comes to that topic but… it’s Delano what do you expect. I really like timelines where John gets treatment before it’s terminal (though usually that very idea seems out of character) or something it’s such a comfort hc. sorry for rambling. I was wondering how YOU interpreted johns cancer storylines as the John Constantine guy.

hey, you’re safe here, do what’s best for you! and I wish you the best. and never apologize for rambling! i love rambling. please keep rambling.

i’ll put this under a read more because i realized how long this is, but i hope it helps answer your question!

but as the john constantine girlie, it’s always been such an incredibly interesting plotline to me. he does take drastic measures to cure himself in the main vertigo timeline, and his interactions with other cancer patients and then realizing that this thing is terminal… it was intriguing. because it’s john. how he handles things is so much different than how others will. you’re never going to get the logical answer- “maybe he’ll get treatment.” “maybe he’ll go find healing magics that could help him.” “maybe he’ll go spend more time with his loved ones.” this is how most people would think to act. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have cancer, but if it were me, i feel like i’d be angry to be living on a timer, so i’d probably check a few things off my bucket list out of spite. not john constantine, though. instead he threatens a war in hell over his soul so everyone has to cure him.

john smokes cigarettes. we all know this to be a fact. however, he ends up getting terminal lung cancer as a result. it shows a very possible risk that most people aren’t willing to acknowledge until it’s too late.

i haven’t spoken to my mother in forever because our relationship was never good ( can’t you see why i like john constantine now? ), but in a way, it reminded me of her. she was a heavy smoker, and i, as a child who sometimes went over to her house begrudgingly, would be caught up in second hand smoke. as a result, these sorts of things were big worries of mine, and yet every time i told her she can’t do things like smoke inside the house and such, she’d just do it anyway. which put everyone at risk.

while, of course, cancer isn’t always caused by smoking, it can be, and she never took it seriously, not even when she was coughing badly and it was clearly dangerous for her health anyway. I don’t think she ever will.

within john’s character, though, we know he clearly didn’t care much. of course, he didn’t want to die because he knew he was going straight to hell at the time. so he concocted his little plan and ended up curing himself of cancer and not dying as a result… and then continuing with the bad habit. he’s a comic book character, so i guess it’s different, but i think it kind of sent the wrong message.

after a tale of john being distressed about having cancer and having to say goodbye to the people he cared about, or john meeting others who had cancer and being affected by the loss of someone who had died as a result of it, i think some expected him to put down the cigarettes. but alas, john has never been the kind of person to make good decisions.

so when i see him doing the smart thing in some storylines or aus that people write and so forth, i’m always stunned. like good on him, of course, handling his shit before it gets worse, but john has always liked to be a pain in the ass and wait until the worst possible moment. like the exact day he’s supposed to die for example. though i do enjoy these more, because it sends the right message…. john isn’t the kind of character you look to to give you the right message in most aspects. his political beliefs are good, but everything else is a dumpster fire.

but in my opinion, john constantine is a character- one of a rare few- who has cancer. there’s a described time of his struggles with it, some depression from it, the loss of someone he’d met who had it, and that was a journey. but then, in true john constantine fashion, the cornered rat idea he has, he cures himself of it- or, well, more forces some other beings to cure him of it, but hey.

that’s all i got, but feel free to explain further on anything you want to!

#asks #john constantine #hellblazer #tw: cancer

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forgottenfourr · 9 months

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter eighteen - you’re insane

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a/n: short update :( sorry

not proofread!

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it was almost comical the way your friends were staring at you. you can tell all of them thought you have gone off the deep end. the only person who seems to slightly understand what you just told them is soul. but even then he looks more lost than he normally does.

“so you’re telling me you have dreams about a person you’ve never met but you think he also has the same dreams and you guys have been talking to each other through your subconsciouses for the past 7 months and now you think you’ve found him in real life.” minho looks at you with disbelief on his face.

“yeah pretty much” you reply, almost too at ease with the situation for your friends liking.

“you’re crazy,” beomgyu says without missing a beat. causing soul to slap him on the arm at his words.

beomgyu shoves soul’s shoulder, “what? it’s true! there is no way that is even possible yn.”

you sigh at his statement. he was right. or at least he should be right. but you just know you’re not wrong about this. something is different.

seungmin sits in silence as the other bicker back in forth. trying his best to comprehend everything you just told him.

it shouldn’t be possible. he’s studied everything there is to the brain and how it works. he knows it shouldn’t be possible. but for some reason, a part of him believes you. he’s known you for as long as he can remember and it isn’t like you to lie or come up with something this crazy. this out of the world insane.

so part of him can’t help but believe you, even if the scientific part of him is yelling that there was no way it could actually be happening.

“i believe you.” seungmin’s words cutting through the eerie silence making everyone’s attention go directly to him.

“what?” you reply, your utter confusion causing you to slightly stutter.

“i said i believe you,” he restates his previous statement. “it doesn’t make sense. and it shouldn’t be possible. but for some reason i believe you. you wouldn’t lie about something as stupid as this.”

you clear your throat, unable to conjure up any words. you were expecting to be completely alone with this. and you especially didn’t expect seungmin, the psychology major of all people, to believe you.

“i’m just kinda pissed off you didn’t tell me about this sooner. i mean, i understand why. this shit is crazy.” seungmin laughs at the ridiculous of it all.

minho, soul, jisung, and beomgyu seem to ease some of their tension as seungmin speaks. if seungmin believed you, they should too.

“okay whatever. but if you’re wrong about this and the boys thinks you’re and insane person don’t come crying to me.” beomgyu says while crossing his arms over his chest.

“you can cry to me,” jisung says slightly bumping your shoulder with his own.

you laugh, “i always knew i could count on you.” you reply as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“i still think you’re crazy,” minho says, doubt laced in his tone.

“you always think i’m crazy,” you retort, making everyone laugh.

“so are you going to talk to him?” jisung asks, causing you to cringe at your own actions.

“yeah so about that,” you are somehow dreading telling them you left him on read after texting him in the most ominous way more than actually telling them about the dreams.

they’re all practically lunging at you when you pull out your phone and bring up the texts. most of them laughing at you while minho berates you for being creepy.

you have no clue where to go from here.

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shiorimakibawrites · 11 months

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Nelson & Murdock (Part 8 of Alley Cat)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3257

Summary: Reader meets two very good lawyers. And has an epiphany.

Can also be read here

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Warnings: Awkward flirting. Pining. Legal stuff written by a non-lawyer, Mentions of ableism.

Nelson & Murdock

by Shiori_Makiba

You arrived at the small office building a couple of minutes before your appointment. It was an older building but not rundown. And judging by the signs you could see by the doors as you headed for the stairs, home to a number of small businesses.

As you reached the second floor, the door at the end of the hallway opened. Out stepped a handsome man with brown hair dressed in a black suit wearing sunglasses and holding a long white cane in one hand. He was average height with broad shoulders, muscular without being bulky and you were certain you had seen somewhere before.

But you hadn't. Surely you would remember meeting someone so handsome. That wasn't the kind of face you forgot. It's the kind of face that you fantasize about. Imagine yourself running your fingers through that fluffy-looking hair and feeling the roughness of that five o'clock shadow. Imagine those red, pouty lips pressing against yours . . . wait a minute!

You stood there in stunned disbelief. Could that really be him? Could those be the same petal soft lips that pressed against your cheek a few days ago? The same cheek that tingled from the memory. Or did this man walking toward you, his cane tapping back and forth in front of him, just happened to resemble what little you could see of Daredevil's face?

He stopped a little bit front of you, his head tilting in an equally familiar manner.

“Ma'am? Can I help you?” he asked. Your first thought was that he didn't sound like Daredevil. The Devil's voice was deeper, rougher with that gravely, growling rasp . . . but then you remembered how he had sounded when he promised not to go too far in that alley or when forgot himself while flirting or talking to you . . . a little higher but still deep, gentle and soft-spoken. Just like this man in front of you.

You couldn't believe what you were considering. This man was blind . . .

“Ma'am?” he repeated. “Do you need help?”

“N-no, I'm good,” you said. Then realized that you were blocking the walking path standing there gaping like an idiot.

“Sorry,” you said, feeling yourself flush as you moved to one side of the hallway so he had room to pass. “Didn't mean to get in your way.”

“It's fine,” he said with a smile as he continued on his way. It was (probably) inappropriate but you couldn't stop yourself from checking out his ass as he walked away. The trousers of his suit wasn't nearly as form-fitting as the Daredevil suit but still well-fitted enough for you to tell that this man also had one fine ass.

You shook your head. Blind ninja vigilante sounded like something out of a comic book. Even this crazy world with people like the Avengers, that still sounded ridiculous.

Then it got weirder. Because the door the man had come out of it? It was the office of Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law according to the metal sign with raised lettering. While it also proudly declared it was the home of Page Investigations, you were pretty sure that wasn't Karen Page.

Assuming Karen Page was the Karen you spoke with on the phone. It was possible that they had hired a receptionist who just happened to almost be named Karen. It was a popular name. Weirder things, especially in this city, had happened.

Not nearly as crazy as contemplating if a blind man was a ninja vigilante.

You opened the door and entered the office. Sitting at the front desk was a pretty woman with shoulder length blonde hair in a dark blue suit who looked up at your entrance and smiled.

“Hello, I'm Karen Page. How can I help you?”

You introduced yourself and said you had an appointment for an initial consultation. Karen nodded and did something on her computer. She then stood up – she was tall and slim without being skinny – and gestured toward the row of mismatched chairs lining the wall. “Please have a seat while I get things set up. Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee,” you said as you sat down in one of the chairs. For all that it didn't match the other chairs and was clearly secondhand, it was comfortable. While Karen poured your coffee, you took the opportunity to observe. The rest of the furniture in the public space was just as of a hodgepodge as the waiting chairs. All of the visible electronics – computer, multi-line phone, printers – were older models. No clutter and nothing left where it could create a tripping hazard. It also said louder than any words that this was a no-frills operation.

“Cream? Sugar? Cookie?” Karen asked.

“Cookie?” You repeated as you looked over at Karen. She was standing beside a small table, half-turned toward you. Behind her, on the top, you could see two coffee pots – one with freshly brewed coffee, one with water. The water one had something wrapped around the handle of the carafe. Presumably so the blind partner could tell difference between the otherwise identical coffee pots. You presumed that was the same reason that the little baskets containing what looked like little cups of creamer and packets of sugar were entirely different shapes.

And in Karen's hands was a familiar looking Tupperware container about half full of cookies.

“Yes, cookie,” Karen said, holding up the container. “Mr. Murdock got these from a friend but felt like he couldn't eat so many cookies all by himself. Do you want one? They're really good.”

“Sure,” you said before giving Karen your cream and sugar preferences. A few moments later, she handed you your coffee in a plain blue mug and a cookie in a napkin. You weren't entirely surprised to see that cookie was chocolate clip.

It was a good thing that Karen had her back to you when you bit into the cookie. Because this tasted exactly like your cookies. The ones you had given to Daredevil. As you chewed, you thought furiously.

There were three possibilities.

The first was that all of this was coincidence. Daredevil wasn't the only drop dead gorgeous man in this city. No reason that Murdock couldn't be one of those aforementioned very handsome men. Other people liked to use organic and otherwise unprocessed ingredients for their baked goods. It was implausible, not impossible, that one of those other people just happened to be friends with Murdock and randomly choose to make him chocolate chip cookies at the same time you baked chocolate chips cookies for Daredevil. That Tupperware container was a common item – there were probably thousands of identical copies of it on Manhattan alone.

Still that was a lot of coincidence. Too much coincidence for your taste. It stretched credulity to its breaking point.

The second was that Daredevil had decided to give Murdock most of his cookies. This possibility stung . . . maybe he was just being polite when he said your cookies tasted good. Through Karen also said they tasted good and she didn't know you were (possibly) the baker. Besides what kind of friends gives terrible tasting cookies to their friends . . . maybe it was less a re-gifting situation and maybe those cookies were some kind of weird retainer fee. If rumor was to be believed, it wouldn't be the first time that Nelson & Murdock had accepted baked goods instead of cash for payment. On the negative side, cookies don't pay the firm's expenses . . on the positive side, homemade baked ones don't have a paper trail. The IRS doesn't expect you to report how many pies you got this financial quarter. Strengthened the argument that cookies couldn't taste bad. You doubted Daredevil was stupid enough to pay his legal team with terrible cookies.

That one at least sounded plausible.

The third was that Murdock was Daredevil and he decided to share his cookies with his coworkers.

Part of you wanted to dismiss this possibility out of hand. Murdock was a lawyer. Being a vigilante in general was illegal. The damage he inflicted on criminals easily qualified his actions as second or third degree assault. An ambitious DA could possibly make an argument for attempted murder in some cases. All of which were felonies with mandatory jail sentences. It was violation of the Attorneys Rules of Professional Conduct specifically and legal ethics in general . . .

You startled when a hand touched your shoulder. You looked up and saw Karen standing in front of you, looking concerned and holding a small stack of papers. You realized that you must have missed her previous attempts to get your attention.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” you said. “S-sorry. Got lost in thought.”

She smiled. “Happens to the best of us. And people coming to a law office often have a lot on their minds. Are you ready?”

You nodded and got to your feet. You would untangle the puzzle of Daredevil and Murdock later. You followed Karen to the door with frosted glass. She knocked and called out, “Foggy, your two o'clock is here.”

Foggy? That was a rather unusual name.

“Come on it,” a man's voice called back. Karen opened the door and ushered you into the small office. It was much like the public areas of the firm – secondhand, mismatched but comfortable looking furniture and older electronics, almost obsessively neat.

Coming around the desk to greet you was a stocky blonde man dressed in a brown suit. He wasn't as classically handsome as his partner but was still good looking in that comfortable, guy next door kind of way. He extended his hand and said, “Hello, I'm Foggy Nelson.”

“Foggy?” you repeated, shaking his hand.

“Yeah,” he said and grinned. “It's better than Franklin.”

There was nothing you could say about that. If he wanted people to call him Foggy that was his prerogative. Besides, as far as eccentricities go, an unusual nickname wasn't a bad one to have.

So you introduced yourself and got yourself seat as Karen had a low-voiced conversation with Foggy while she handed him the stack of papers, that had been bundled together into different sets with the use of alligator clips. He nodded and pulled two of the stacks out of the pile. He was careful to keep them angled so you couldn't see what was written on them but that didn't stop you from noticing that one stack seemed to be made out of a different kind of paper. He sat back down in his chair and the two stacks were tucked away in a drawer in his desk as Karen walked out and closed the door behind her.

Then he returned his attention to you and asked, “What brings you to Nelson & Murdock?”

“The police might want to interrogate me.”

“About?”

“Daredevil. They seem to believe that I know who he is,” you said.

Nelson went rigid with tension. He studied you with shrewd blue eyes. In instant, the air of amiable absentmindedness vanished for something sharper and harder. In that moment, you knew those who underestimated Foggy Nelson did so at their own peril.

“And do you? Know who Daredevil is?” he asked in a calm, manner-of-fact tone.

“No,” you answered. It wasn't a lie. Because you didn't know that Murdock was Daredevil. You suspected he was Daredevil. Suspicion were not the same thing as knowing. Besides, it was an awfully big accusation to make. Something that, if true and could be proven by the authorities, would cost Murdock both his freedom and his law license. Would cost Nelson his license if they could prove that he knew and hadn't report his partner's unethical behavior to the bar association. Maybe his freedom too if they could find proof that he was an accessory to Daredevil's illegal activities.

Nelson relaxed a little but not all the way. He said, “I think you need to tell me exactly what happened.”

You described the encounter in the alley and your interaction with the police afterward. He listened, took notes, and asked a few clarifying questions.

Then he asked the big question, “Anything else?”

You hesitated. You knew you needed to be honest with Nelson. It was important that the client be candid with their attorney. They can't give you the best legal advice without knowing all the facts. Even the ones that don't paint their client in the best light.

But if your crazy notion was right and his legal partner was a vigilante . . . something he may or may not be aware of . . .

“That wasn't the first time you meet Daredevil,” Nelson said. It wasn't a question.

“No,” you admitted.

“Tell me,” he said. And after a moment of consideration, you told him.

Well, you told him most of it. You left out that Daredevil was an outrageous flirt with a plethora of cheesy pick-up lines. Describing his sort of rivalry with Houdini had already earned you an incredulous “What?” from Nelson.

You also kept how hot you found him to yourself. Those thoughts were embarrassing enough in your head. The very thought of saying them out loud . . . especially somewhere that the man you suspected of being Daredevil could return at any minute and overhear . . . no. A thousand times no. You would have to fake your death, change your name, and move to another country.

And that kiss to your cheek. Because that might lead to discussing both the previously mentioned thirty thoughts and how much you have been pinning over him. And again, you would die of embarrassment if he came back and overheard that.

Nelson's legal advice was not unexpected. In that he recommended that you call the police the next time you encountered what was technically a wanted man. That some of your actions – namely assisting with his injury – could be considered slipping into murky waters of accessorial liability and that you shouldn't do that again. Or anything else that might considered assisting Daredevil commit crimes.

It was good advice. You felt a little bad that you weren't intending to follow any of it. But if you weren't crazy . . . and Nelson knew . . . then maybe Nelson would forgive you for ignoring his advice on this particular matter. Since he probably didn't want his partner to go to prison.

Nelson seemed to need a moment to collect his thoughts after that. You gave it to him since you also needed time to think. Preferably about something that wouldn't make you blush. Luckily your brain had the perfect thing to latch onto and over-analyze.

Murdock was blind. And you didn't believe he was faking it. The bar exam, for example, would have required him to visit an ophthalmologist so they could fill out a form verifying his disability, whether or not his impairment was likely to improve in the next six months, and what accommodations he needed to take the exam. And they wouldn't be the only ones who would want such documentation before they would allow him to use disability accommodations.

Between that and the ableism it would be subjected to a person to, you couldn't see why anyone would fake being blind for any appreciable length of time. It sounded like a lot of trouble for very little benefit.

You didn't know the extend of his blindness. Most visually impaired people weren't completely, no light perception blind. It was possible that Matt (and if you were right Daredevil) had some sight. Just not enough to do things like read documents with standard-sized lettering but enough that he could fight without a guide. You knew there were blind martial artists but you didn't know if they needed a sighted guide to compete.

Even if he was completely blind, you had seen a documentary once about blind people who had learned how to echolocate. It wasn't an easy skill to learn. It was your understanding that most people found the white cane or a guide dog far easier to learn and/or adjust to. But it was possible. And if it was possible for someone with human-level hearing . . . than it was entirely possible for someone with superhuman hearing.

And being blind might explain some of Daredevil's peculiarities. Like his strategy of taking out of the lights before attacking. If he was already used to navigating without sight, the resulting darkness wouldn't bother him. But it would bother his opponents who presumably weren't so accustomed to working without their sight.

And when you thought about, you realized that he never mentioned seeing horrible things happening to people. Only terrible things that he had heard. He didn't look for trouble. He listened for it . . .

It was crazy but . . . but . . .

The silence in Nelson's office was scattered by a knock on the door that startled both of you.

“Foggy?” called a male voice through the door. Murdock had returned.

“Come in Matt,” Nelson called back. There was a peculiar tension to his voice. Like he was barely restraining the urge to yell.

Well if what you suspected was true and if Nelson knew about it, you couldn't blame him for wanting to loudly demand what the hell Murdock was thinking . . . . A sentiment that only strengthened when Murdock came into the office and you saw the visible effort it took for Nelson not to glare at him.

Looking closely at the jaw line and that mouth, you were more than convinced than ever. But you weren't going to confront him here. On the off-chance that Nelson didn't know about his partner's extra-legal activities.

“Do you have the papers for the McNamara file? Karen was supposed to print them for me before she headed out,” Murdock asked, either obvious to or ignoring the tension in his partner. You were betting on ignoring.

“She did,” Nelson confirmed. While he was opening his desk drawer, he said, almost casual. “This is Matt Murdock, my business partner. Matt, say hello to our new client. She is sitting in the chair at your three o'clock.”

“Hello,” he said with a smile, turning his head in your direction. “I believe we met in the hall.”

“How –?” you started to ask before remembering that it was a silly question.

“Your shampoo and lotion. Makes you smell like coconut and vanilla.”

“I smell like a coconut macaroon?” You asked. Then wanted to groan. Why did you always lose control of your mouth around this man?

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Very much so. I quite like the taste of coconut macaroons.”

You felt your face flush. You had the feeling he wasn't talking about cookies.

Nelson gave his partner an irritated look. “Stop flirting with our client.”

“I wasn't flirting.” Murdock objected and did his best to look innocent. Nelson rolled his eyes and muttered something too low for you to hear under his breath. Which only made Murdock's lips twitch with amusement.

“If you can forgive my partner for being a flirt,” Nelson said, ignoring Murdock's objection to being called a flirt. “I would like to be able consult him about your case. Do I have your permission?”

“Yes, of course,” you said.

“Then lets get all the necessary paperwork filled out, read, and signed.”

So you did and soon all the Is were dotted and the Tees crossed. You made your first retainer payment to the firm before leaving your new lawyers to whatever discussion / argument about you that Nelson had been waiting patiently to have.

You headed home and tried to think about how you were going to tell Daredevil about knowing he was a blind lawyer ninja vigilante. It was going to be an interesting conversation.

Ending Notes

It finally happened. Reader has now meet Matt Murdock.

And yes, that Matt got to meet Reader in the hallway before she meet Foggy and her cookies being in the office were both intentional. Apparently he decided that being subtle was for the birds.

I'm not a lawyer. My assessment of charges the characters could be facing is based on my interpretation of the New York Penal Code. An interpretation that could be wrong. Since not a lawyer. Furthermore, Foggy's legal advice to Reader is my best guess for such as advice and absolutely should not be taken as actual legal advice.

Again, if any lawyers are reading these stories and feel I have erred on the legal front, please feel free to offer constructive criticism in the comments.

#daredevil #fan fic #the alley cat series #matt murdock x fem!reader #tw: mentions of ableism

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toaster-trash · 11 months

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ever since my first dracula daily, every time I see a movie or series or comic or novel adaptation/spinoff (I've read five that do that so far) that makes Jonathan a stuffy, uptight, cold stiff cowardly man who Mina barely likes because she wants someone strong and crazy for her (enter Dracula, or other male lead usually thinly-veiled male author self-insert) and he's nothing like that I go what. WHAT. So seeing your art where Jonathan is clearly head over heels and burning for love it's giving me life. Wish more people could see he was the first "I would die for her, I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." omg this got long sorry just wanted to say your art is breath of fresh air

AYY THANK YOU SO MUCH HAHA I’m definitely thankfully far from the only person who portrays them that way (Dracula Daily, you’ve saved us) but I completely agree. Never enough Jonmina in the world. Go forth my children and draw them as they Should Be.

#classic literature #gothic lit #gothic literature #goth lit #classic lit #dracula #dracula daily #dracula novel #Jonmina #re:dracula

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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Ayo it’s 🐝 here for 🎟 time

So ik we were laughing at the idea of Saiki accidentally eating pot brownies (damn his sweet tooth) and the idea of a zooted psychic is either hilarious or a ticking time bomb lmao

He can’t read minds as well, if at all, he’s bumping into shit constantly, he already knows you enjoy baking so you won’t mind if he empties your kitchen, right? Yes, he did in fact clear out that tray of coffee jelly you set aside for your coworkers. He doesn’t look guilty at ALL either. He has the munchies, you have the skills to make more, no harm no foul (except there is because you were up all night making them perfect but that’s beside the point).

He’s also not too focused on hiding his powers I front of other people, and he nearly gives you a heart attack when he starts bending spoons and shit with the gang just upstairs.

Bro is staring off into space, he on a whole other planet. Your furniture is floating. People are calling down asking if the brownies are almost done. Send help

You feel like curling into a ball and rocking back and forth like crazy people in movies do. You know you’re going to be missing a considerable chunk of hair at the end of this adventure too because of the sheer amount of stress you’re under.

Saiki is in his own world, looking like the epitome of childlike wonder as he discovers the fabric of your cushions.

“Woah…”

You waddle over to him, hearing the happy chattering upstairs and taking it as a good sign.

“Saiki, saiki! Your powers are going off!”

Three kitchen chairs are levitating behind you, spinning wildly like loose shopping carts.

“Yeah… for real.”

You smack a hand over your face comically. “This is not a ‘for real’ moment, Saiki! This is a ‘shit your pants and run for the hills’ moment!”

“Right, right..” He tries to stand up from the coach and topples into the coffee table with a loud crash. The talking upstairs stops.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Teruhashi asks from the top of the stairs and you panic.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m great. Sorry I just uh.. dropped the cookies! Don’t worry about it, I’m cleaning it up.” As you speak, you drag Saiki to his feet by his armpits and drag him over to where your fridge is floating. You reach up and push it the floor slowly then lean him against it.

“You need to stay put, mister. Stay here!”

As you race up the steps to comfort your crowd, you smack into Yumehara.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You apologize and help her up.

“It’s okay,” She smiles, “I was just going to ask if you needed help baking because I thought we were going to have brownies?”

You make a face and then realize your mistake.

“Oh yeah,” You cover your frustration with a laugh, “I meant to say brownies but I was distracted.”

She smiles again but it falters when her eyes peak past your shoulder and see the wreck that is your kitchen. You quickly move to the left to block her sight and smile back nervously.

Once she’s left back to the waiting group, you rush downstairs and fill up a glass of cold water before splashing Saiki in the face with it.

“Hey, idiot! You’re ruining the entire day, how am I supposed to do all the fun activities I had planned if I’m babysitting a god?”

Saiki shrugs.

“Suffer, I guess.”

You sigh and shake your head. Looking around your messy house, you resign to ‘suffering, I guess’ for the next few hours.

#ticket time #🎟️ time #24 hour ticket #oph.anons #🐝 anon #oph.thoughts #oph.posts #saiki k #saiki k x reader fluff #saiki k fluff #saiki k x reader #fluffy saiki k

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antifa-terra · 1 year

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Look, okay, I’m in an era.

IMAGE IDs: A series of screenshots from Revolutionary Girl Utena’s final episode, “Someday, Together, We’ll Shine,” and a variety of comics showing Cassandra Cain (Batgirl) or Rose Wilson (Ravager).

The first comic screenshot, from Batgirl 2000 issue #64, shows Cassandra Cain as Batgirl sitting on a roof, surrounded by bats and stabbing a sword into a roof. She thinks, “But he needs her more. Without her, he’s alone. She’ll get... better. And come for me. To finish the job-- her father started.” A caption reads “THE END.” The first Utena screenshot shows Anthy putting down her glasses and Chuchu sitting next to them on a desk full of letters. Anthy says, “You really don’t know what’s happened, do you?” The second comic screenshot, from Ravager: Fresh Hell shows Rose in a leather jacket and jeans looking into a sunset. She thinks “People define each other by their actions. Not the context of those actions, and not at all by the reasons for them.”

The second Utena screenshot shows Akio looking up smugly at Anthy, who has her arms crossed standing in front of the desk. She says, “By all means, stay in this cozy coffin of yours.” The third comics screenshot, also from Fresh Hell, shows Rose sitting in front of that sunset, looking into a bag with her costume and inhalers. She thinks “Whatever people want to think of me, they can think it. Deathstroke’s daughter. Teen Titan. Hero. Villain. Loyal. Brave. Crazy. Conniving. Broken. If that’s the case, then it really makes no difference what they say, right? What matters is those actions.” The third Utena screenshot shows Anthy turning away and saying “But I have to go now.” The forth comics screenshot, also from Fresh Hell, shows Rose taking a puff on the inhaler, getting up, and walking away. This directly continues from the third comic screenshot. She thinks, “...And whether or not I can live with them.” The final Utena screenshot shows Anthy walking forward wearing a pink dress. Her hair is down, she isn’t wearing her glasses, and she’s smiling as she says “Wait for me... Utena.” The final comics screenshot, from Teen Titans 2003, shows Rose as Ravager making a slit throat gesture saying, “Batgirl says hi.”

#rose wilson #cassandra cain #teen titans #revolutionary girl utena #web weave #rgu

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gomacave · 1 month

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Lol, it is sooo nice to come across someone who still cares about kkm in 2024 😭 just gonna send as an ask so we aren't tag paragraphing back and forth. (Tried just messaging, but you know the tumblr app's reliabilty...)

I have so many thoughts on wolfram and yuuri as people and how they would work as a couple

Re: your original tags i 100% agree that yuuri would be the one to initiate their actual relationship with a kiss he didn't even put any thought into, body just acted.

I've had this vague fanfic idea in my head for the past like... 10 years (i can't believe i first watched it so long ago) that after getting used to wolfram being his best friend and enjoying being around him in that way for a couple years yuuri would start to catch feelings without even realizing it. Then he'd kiss wolfram in some dramatic dangerous context (like your comic) and immediately fall through a puddle back to earth once the danger is over, without getting the chance to talk to wolfram about it.

And then yuuri is just like, stuck on earth for a whole month or 2. Ruminating on the kiss, using 2007 style discussion boards to try to figure out his sexuality (😂 poor kid). Maybe watching some random movie (i genuinely don't have a specific one in mind) and realizing that the 2 male main characters have crazy chemisty, remembering something about shipping from that discussion board, searching male character A x male character B and reading some fanfic/seeing some fanart that makes him go "shit maybe i am into guys." Then he like... reads a real romance novel or something that his mom buys him (a teen book! I should clarify. His mom is quirky but not totally oblivous to what would be appropriate), because she's supportive and knows he'd never buy one on his own. And he talks to her a few times about this realization throughout this 2 months.

Basically, i like the idea of yuuri being forced away from wolfram and all the normalized queerness of shin makoku and still coming to the conclusion that he likes wolfram and wants to be with him. And "hey, im not even gonna be living on earth much past the age of 18 anyway, so why should i care about any of these cultural norms anymore? And my family gets it, so honestly, fuck it."

And then he finally gets back to shin makoku and word vomits/lays this 2 months worth of soul searching at wolfram's feet.

And wolfram is just like, "well it's actually been 8 months or something for me. Glad you figured all that shit out, even though i still don't get what the big deal was, but i definitely panic spiralled into thinking you weren't coming back ever again because of that kiss. So honestly, i'm pretty happy right now. But ngl, you reciprocating my feelings is a little... off putting? No, maybe more like... completely unexpected. I'm in no way prepared for this."

And then their dynamic switches to wolfram being the one who's kind of uncomfortable with public displays of affection (he still likes it, but is noticeably shy/tense). And yuuri just trying his best to not spook wolfram and understand why he's like this now.

And it all just culminates in them having a talk in bed before the fall asleep a couple months after yuuri comes back where wolfram trys to explain how high up on a pedestel yuuri is in his mind and how, to him, it feels like them actually being together is just dragging yuuri down. And how yes, he loves yuuri romantically, but it's also so much more than that. He loves him as his untouchable best friend who he was JUST getting used to always being out of romatic reach when yuuri got spirited away to earth for 8 months. He loves yuuri as his king. He loves him as an IDEAL. So being with him as his actual fiancé is going to be a slow process. It's a lot to recontextualize in wolfram's head.

But yuuri is fine with that because he's like 18ish/still a teenager at this point and wasn't ready to get married immediately anyway.

Thanks for the invite to head canon dump on you. It feels good to share these vague ideas for a story i'll never write with another person who GETS the ship in the same way i do 💞

I'm also eager to hear any head canons/ideas you have about these 2. We're def on the same wavelength in terms of wanting to give the characters in kkm more context and agency outside of it being a silly little fantasy adventure thing (with a weirdly well fleshed out world, to be fair) 😂

REAL....... ur so real for everything here..... i think this is 100% how it would go. love the 2007 forums 😭 hes troubleshooting his homosexuality like its a game bug or smth thats so in-character i also agree w the wolf being startled by the reciprocation thing like he would 100% not be able to handle yuuri becoming "real" to him. like an actual option to date and stuff cuz my hc (bc i love suffering) is that he kind of likes or its convenient? that yuuri doesn't reciprocate cuz its so easy to be devoted when u dont have an actual relationship to talk abt and its one sided. it also gets more fanatical that way (aka yearning is stronger when it is left unfulfilled LOL) i also feel like he doesnt deserve it 2 some degree, not that hes not confident but that it's not his place. i feel like this is common in fanart/fic but where yuuri is like ok so can we kiss now and wolf is like ? kiss? we are a symbolic union between blah blah blah

BUT YEAH...... ALSO I LOVE THEM HAVING TALKS TOGETHER IN BED its just so.... like nice 2me...... the vibe of like having to sleep together.. the heart to hearts in bed is so funny but nice. the 16 year olds having a heart to heart while playing house (as a married couple) like the dissonance between their emotional immaturity and the tension and the closeness between them is so juicyyyy like SLEEPOVER TIME except ur discussing ur divorce arc w a 16 year old boysoldier who wants to die for you So Bad

my personal hcs/pure self indulgent bs under cut

ok first i feel like i have to clarify that i dont think that my hcs are canon i just like to have fun w kkm chars like dolls lmfaoooo..... but here are my self indulgent how-they-get-together-hcs ALSO its been like a solid two or three months since i last thought in depth abt kkm so i might be messing some details up

i kinda like the idea of wolf drifting apart from yuuri (from his constant rejection as well as duty and circumstance) and yuuri never reciprocates during this time (also never realizes) and eventually wolf goes off to bielefelt to do his duties and become the patriarch after everything settles. (i also like greta a lot so this is where she goes off to her own nation and wanders as a knight and alsooooo has a lesbianism with beatrice at around 20? years old..?) ANYWAYS they're in kind of awkward limbo and 2 yuuri wolf is someone he wishes he was closer to like when they were kids but isn't and he also avoids him from the guilt/shame of rejecting his feelings

at this pt yuuri has noticed in hindsight that he was in love w wolf but anyways something happens (like an attack) and wolf and yuuri are stuck living together again, wolf is once again risking his life for yuuri and his actions sort of betray that he's still just as in love w him as he was before they separated, he just decided that it would be better not to burden him with his feelings (at this pt he's self-aware that 16 year old wolf had a lot of baggage and codependency lumped in with love like the deifying stuff) and eventually yuuri reveals that he thinks he was in love with him too and wolf has to confront the fact that he wasn't looking for romance in the first place and also that yuuri is still too bright for him to touch (in his mind) so he's kinda like i do my job and u do urs for the good of this nation. BUT OFC they eventually get together after a lot of awkward divorcedness YAAAYYYYYYYY

OH ALSO unrelated to prev scenario but one thing i love ab ur hc and teen yuuram is the contrast between the world-ending desperation of wolf's love and the teenage first crush sweetness of yuuri's. I LOVE THE IDEA OF WOLF BEING LIKE. "i would die on the cross for you" (wiping the blood from his brow) and yuuri's just like "ok lets take this one step at a time" the part of the ship that's just yuuri getting to be an awkward gay teen and wolf eventually discovering awkward teen crushisms is sooo cute to me. like discovering that holding hands in a romantic context does not at all feel like what they did in the closet!! soo sweet and cute

ok ty for listening THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRRRYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭 feel free 2 throw ur hcs at me anytime...!!! ^^

#i have sooo many hcs LMAO most of them wolf-centric but mannnnnn ask me anytime abt wolf and shinou 😔or ill draw the comic ig....#i havent finished kkm anime actually im one ep away from finishing it but i got caught up and scared to finish it so #txt #i forgor my ask tag #and also my kkm rambles tag #OH WAIT its #gomakkm #cave mail #also ur so right about yuuri's journey of self acceptance as well as the crush thing love to see the sociopolitical differences explored!

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 years

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The Samwise to my Frodo

Eddie Munson x female reader 1050 words

Door flung open and you entered the school cafeteria, immediately spotting your classmate Jeff at a table on the right, waving at you. As you walked past the first table, the so called royal spot reserved only for Hawkins High School's finest, or at least that was the idea in the basketball team's not so humble minds, Jason, their captain, got up and paced towards you. You couldn't see him but the sudden shift of atmosphere in the room along with the silence didn't go unnoticed. You were perfectly able of detecting the fine lines and nuances within people's body language, through painful experience at your prior schools you became even quite good at reading the social status around you, the others just never bothered to think that you were capable of and you never gave enough fucks to participate in their normed world.

"We don't want another freak here!", Jason spat behind you.

You placed your lunch down on the table where Jeff and his friends were sitting and took a deep breath, still not deigning to look at Jason.

"You're the same kind of freak as him", his finger pointed from behind past your face to a rather attractive longhaired guy at your table, "you're nothing but Satan's little b-girl", earning a shocked gasp and a few giggles from the surrounding tables.

You sighed, slowly turning around to face Jason, a devilish grin painted across your lips.

"Well ain't I the lucky one then? As opposed to you, I'll get at least some, you pumped up-", your index and middle finger moved up, shaping as a V, against your smiling lips while your tongue mimicked licking movements, twisting your eyes into a crazy stare.

The longhaired guy chuckled, nervously twisting a strain of his wavy brown hair between two fingers, dark chocolate eyes looking back and forth between yours and the bag of pretzels in front of him. He intrigued you, apart from fitting your usual type, he had this aura surrounding him, this faint but irresistible pull, you needed to poke at him, find out what exactly that spell was, which sweet whispers were drawing you towards him.

"So", pausing a few seconds for to add some drama to the next words, "we're the freaks because...", you raised your eyebrow while your lips formed a defying smile, "we don't fit into your neat little box of boredom? But as long as you're-", your hands waved around in a dramatic comical way.

"- into a band, or science, or parties, or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!", the supposedly other freak interrupted you, jumping up the table, laughing at the basketball team.

"It's forced conformity", you called after Jason, who apparently gave up already and walked back to his teammates, shaking his head.

"That's what's killiiiiing the kiiiiids!", the longhaired guy jumped in front of you.

"That's the real monster.", you winked at him, "I'm glad at least one other person in this room knows how the world really ticks."

He was observing you, trying to analyse your every movement, every ever so small twitch of the muscles in your face, scanning your whole being from head to toe. There was something about you that immediately caught his attention. First he noticed the black washed out torn pair of jeans, fitting tight, complementing your figure, tucked in worn leather boots. His heart jumped at the sight of the black and oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt plugged into your pants. Iron Maiden...This is music! And a plus, he thought with a rapt smile. To him, as soon as the doors opened and you entered the hall, you shone like rough diamond, God's angels singing down on you, a metal symphony straight from heaven to mourn its fallen angel who fell right into his world. He had to see if there was more to you, could you be the one? Could you be the Samwise to his Frodo? Or would you be the ring? He had to find out who you were, what kind of person you were hiding under all this beauty and rebellion.

"There can only be one!", he quipped, "Eddie Munson, it's a pleasure", bowing theatrically before you.

"Well likewise Eddie", his heart skipped a beat at how tender you pronounced his name, "but then we will need fight for the Prize, determine who'll be THE one.", you threw the D20 dice that you always keep as a lucky charm in the pocket on the table, "I roll for initiative and keep in my mind, that I invested a lot of XP points on my luck attribute in real life", challenging him, your eyes never leaving his, grinning teasingly.

Whatever chemistry you had with each other, it felt just right. Eddie seemed to be perfectly in tune with how your mind worked, which made both of you feel understood and less lonely, a rare feeling your deprived souls craved for a very long time. His mind started believing that this might be a step above coincidence. Another boy at the table wearing a blue and white trucker cap, checked the dice and shook his head, faking a sad expression.

"I'm sorry Ed, but it's a 20. You take a massive hit."

Eddie's eyes shot wide open in shock, he observed you for a moment and then all over sudden dropped to the ground like a stone, lying at your feet, clutching his hands on his chest, fake coughing as if he'd draw his last breath. You took a step forward, kneeling next to his head, smirking at Eddie, who was still committed on playing the dying warrior. Your mouth opened but the school bell interrupted you. You tapped his shoulder gently, took his hand and pulled him up, leaning in close, whispering in his ear.

"Revivify, you're now the servant of the great Ravyn, half elf necromancer and I expect to meet you again after school, my newly raised Eddie the, rather cute, Undead."

You grabbed your dice and left the cafeteria with Jeff, heading back to your next class.

"Dude, what did she say?", Dustin inquired, "Dude?", tapping Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie just smiled like an idiot, still staring at the door before turning to Dustin.

"This is my year!", he laughed, "I can feel it!"

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #female reader #reader insert #stranger things x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #edward munson

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brianedner · 1 year

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Luz’s Crime List (Forging)

Forging (Inspired by MorningMark, The Owl House belongs to Dana Taris while the comic belongs to him)

Camilla was just finishing up doing the dishes from lunch when Luz rushed into the room holding a piece of paper in her outstretched hand.

“Mom! Willow got her first paycheck! She’s going to cash it tomorrow before forwarding you some of it as rent.”

Camilla just smiled at that. “That is great news Mija, but Willow doesn’t have to do that. I am taking care of them because they are your friends and they are trapped with no way home, not because I want to take there- “She then stops mid-sentence when a thought struck her.

“Wait a minute, how did she get a job in the first place without any documentation?”

Luz just smiled before going to a nearby closet and pulling out a shoe box labeled ‘Willow.’ “We forged all the proper documentation with magic! It really wasn’t that hard with a illusionist and a library assistant working together.”

Inside the shoe box were a birth certificate, a social security card, a passport, and a few other important papers.

“We have them set up for all of them. Even Vee.”

Luz then snaped her fingers as she remembered something. “Oh, by the way. Vee’s current backstory is that she is my half-sister from that crazy honeymoon night you had with dad that had the two of you waking up in a hotel room with 3 other people and a lama wearing clown make-up and wig.”

Camilla then dropped the shoe box in shock at that. “¡QUÉ! ¿CÓMO SUPISTE ESO?” She then shook her head before continuing. “What, no. I’ll deal with that later. The more important thing is that this is illegal and going to fall apart very soon.”

“No, it won’t mama.”

“Yes, it will Luz. You can’t just forge documents like this. They have records in government offices. Soon people will notice that these documents don’t line up with what is in the system and then we will have the police and FBI after us and your friends!”

Luz just smiled at that. “Don’t worry, we just broke into a the relevant government offices and changed the records.”

Camilla just froze in place for a few seconds before chuckling. “Hahaha, that’s a good one Mija. For a second there it sounded like you broke into a government facility to change their records. But that would be even more illegal than what you did here, so I know that you didn’t do that.”

Luz then began to look a little nervous at that. “Actually, we did, Gus’s illusions and Hunter’s teleporting made it really easy, and adding Amity’s abominations and Willow plants was just overkill.”

Camilla just sat down at the counter and started to stare into the distance like her life was flashing before her eyes. “A few months ago, the worst you did was cause trouble unintendedly at school. Now you are committing Breaking and Entering, Identity fraud, Forgery, and altering government records.”

Luz just patted her on the back. “Don’t worry mom, I did much worst in the Boiling Isles.”

Camilla just turned to her. “DON’T WORRY! You doing worse things in the Isles is the perfect thing to worry about!”

She then grabbed both of Luz’s hands and held them between her own. “Just please promise me that you and your friends won’t be committing any more felonies.”

Luz then started to glance back and forth rapidly. “Um, about that?”

Camilla just gave her a look.

“If we ignore the felony of harboring 5 illegal aliens we are already doing, I might have already committed and am currently committing multiple others right now.”

Camilla let go of Luz’s hands. “Mija?”

“Yes Mama?”

“What crimes have you been committing wince you got home that I haven’t noticed?”

Hello Owl House Fandom! I was re-reading MorningMarks comics and had the idea of expanding on this one. The idea is to have a collection of chaters where Luz and the Hex-squad commit multiple crimes without Camila finding out about them.

If you have any ideas of crimes they can do, please commit or PM me with them. I will keep doing this until I run out of ideas or motivation, whichever comes first.

I am also doing “Fanfic info dumps” on multiple series to help other fanfic writers with their works. They are on DevientArt here because Fanfiction and AO3 both said I couldn’t post them there.

Fanfiction: Here

Tumbler: Here

AO3: Here

#the owl house #the owl house luz #camilla noceda #the owl house hunter #the owl house willow #the owl house gus #the owl house amity #lumity #the owl house vee

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Shadow + Haze

Relevant Posts: Shadow, ANTIMagic Haze

Master Post

Hey, remember when I uploaded that lore post about ANTIMagic Haze and said he can merge with people? You don't? Well go read it then. This is an example of Haze fusing with some strong/crazy enough to not only maintain control, but also influence the form they take. In my case, I'm the latter...

Here is the context for the impending the lore: UMAE - ULTRAMagic Shadow...Again (New stuff added) + ULTRAMagic Alternate Lore 8 - ANTIMagic Haze

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ANTIMagic Haze is a tricky entity to keep track of. Given his bizarre existence, he easily escapes containment. The Liger Brigade's attempt ended when Haze possessed one of the guards guarding his containment cell. Thankfully, Haze would be drawn to Will/ULTRAMagic Shadow (a special agent of the Liger Brigade). The two would form a friendship that would lead to Haze sticking around Will. This was a relief for the brigade and M.A.I.G. as now they could keep an eye on Haze. Then Dr. Reynard Woodall (lead scientist of M.A.I.G.) put forth an unsettling idea: If Haze exists, then what's stopping other entities like him from existing? They got lucky with Haze because he made himself easy to detect. His ilk would be even harder to find than typical ANTIMagic Mages.

Will seems to be amongst a type of people that are able to influence Haze when symbiosis is formed. In Will's case, it may be due to his autism. That's not to downplay his personality. Will and Haze's form seems to be influenced by media from Will's childhood. In particular the media appears to be western superhero comics, western action cartoons, and Japanese anime. Haze's aberrant magic also appears to be altered, but still aligns with what his magic is supposed to be. Will can control the red material, altering its shape and properties to whatever he needs. Another ability is Soul Fire. This ghastly, red flame is incredibly corrosive and capable of damaging even a soul through prolonged contact.

It has been an interesting time ever since Will and Haze became friends. On one hand, The Liger Brigade and M.A.I.G. have learned a lot about Haze. On the other hand, Will neglects his magic in favor of Haze. The latter is definitely concerning members of the ULTRAMagic Guild. Will and Haze have a normal relationship, one you would expect amongst friends. The two enjoy working with each other and appear to get along well. Of course, this does lead to Will overestimating his shared abilities and getting into trouble. Haze can only do so much. Fortunately his Devil partners (Faustus, Mira, and Cliff) have been working with the two so that Will can at least use his necromancy while merged with Haze.

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