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🎥 For Matt Murdock, said by the reader (because we all know Matt could sense these kind of things...and that he can't see lmao), "When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."
You Knew - [M.M.]
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Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader
Summary: You grew up with Matthew, but how long have you loved him?
Word Count: 2.3k words
Content: Very brief allusion to sex at the end
( Masterlist )
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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long but here you go. I hope you like it :))
I am slowly making my way through my asks, so I thank you all for your patience
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Thinking back, you don’t think you’ve ever been happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, reading a book. Your legs were stretched out under a soft throw across Matt’s lap, while he was going over some case files. 
He brought some tea to his lips and his other hand continued to run across the page. The afternoon sun washed him in a beautiful amber hue. You wish to cradle his face the same way the sunbeams did. 
“What?” You blinked a few times before you realised Matt had said something. “You’re staring.”
You chuckled, knowing he wasn’t upset, merely teasing you. “It’s nothing.”
Matt only hummed and you went back to your reading. Well, you tried, but as you stared at the words, your mind drifted. 
Saint Agnes was the only home you knew. You never knew your parents, only the sisters who raised you. The story of the child hero who lost his eyesight saving someone’s life was one all the children knew. Hell’s Kitchen didn’t get much good attention, so this kid was kind of like a symbol to you all. 
You remember when Matt first arrived. He was quiet and kept to himself. Many of the other kids would whisper about him when he would pass and you knew he could hear it. Some of the boys complained about his nightmares, said he was possessed. You refused to believe that. 
One day on the playground, Matthew got corned by two boys. One took his cane and when Matt pushed at them the other slapped him, his glasses flying off. You ran up to one of them and turned them around. 
“What is your problem? Are you brain-dead? Is that it? What? Did you find out that even blind he’s at a higher reading level than you?” One of the benefits of growing up here: you knew everyone’s buttons and how to press them effectively. Bradley was practically a neanderthal. He was insecure about his intelligence and used brute force to get his way. 
He turned on you but before he could even raise his fist Matt swung, knocking him off kilter. By then, enough shouting had happened to alert one of the sisters to the commotion and you were all escorted to Sister Mary’s office. 
After that, you and Matt were thick as thieves. You were always getting into trouble. Kids could be brutal and you watched each other’s backs. You were more quick-witted while Matt was a better fighter. Together you made an unstoppable team. 
But you both grew up. Matt left for college and you lost touch. You always wondered what had happened to him. You stayed close to home, you continued to do volunteer work at Saint Agnes. That’s where you met him again. You were delivering some donations from a clothing drive when you noticed Maggie slinking around. 
Old habits die hard. You felt like a kid again as you followed her through the halls, speculating about where she was going. She was looking over her shoulder a lot, so it must have been something big. You wondered what the sacred sister was up to. 
You heard her scold some children before they ran into the hallway. You caught them in the hall and asked them what was in the room. 
“Some guy. We thought he was dead but then he woke up.”
“Yeah, he looks terrible.” 
They took off when they heard other footsteps in the corridor. You hid behind a corner as another sister moved down the stairs. 
Your feet carried you to the door, listening from just outside. 
“I need to change your gauze,” You heard Sister Maggie say, “Preferably without you flailing around like an idiot.”
You heard clinking and a zipper. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by any of this. You were always pissed off. Of course, back then, you were just a boy who lost your eyesight.”
Your mind started spinning. A blind guy, hidden away in the orphanage? You knew it could be anyone but you couldn’t stop thinking it was him. It was obviously someone Sister Maggie knew. The description fit your old friend too well for it to be a coincidence. 
You had seen in the paper that Matthew was a lawyer now, responsible for taking down Wilson Fisk. It seems over the years his wit had become more scathing. You were proud of his sharp tongue. 
You enter the doorway, your curiosity getting the best of you. Your steps were quiet and both of them seemed too wrapped in their conversation to notice you. You looked over the body, though you couldn’t see the face. 
“Congratulations. You finally caught me.” You knew that voice, you had heard it on the news. You stepped closer and his battered face was more than enough proof.  
“Matthew?!”
You helped him recover in the church basement. You caught up on life and all that he had been up to. You listened to his self-pity monologues and his declarations against god. You were much more sympathetic to his righteous anger than Maggie was. You helped him set up his punching bag and kept him company. You even got to meet Karen, though the circumstances they were under were quite frightening and deadly. 
Since Matt’s recovery and the revival of the Daredevil, you and Matt became a lot closer. You fell back into your old ways. You felt comfortable with him, like falling into a distant memory. You didn’t realise just how much you had missed him. 
He introduced you to Foggy (and reintroduced you to Karen in a much safer and calm environment) and you were glad they were in his life. He seemed happy around them, less rageful than you remembered him.
Matt leaned on you a lot as he slowly brought himself back to life. You helped him clean his apartment, find a good Devil-to-Matt ratio, and process the betrayal he felt from Margaret’s actions. 
Now you were dating Matt. You don’t really remember how it happened. One day you were friends and then the next you were sharing sweet kisses and holding each other as you slept. It was the most natural progression you had ever experienced.
​​You’ve never been happier. Matt was kind and sweet. He doted on you and made you feel special every day. Even in mundane moments like these, where he had to bring work home, he was still spending time with you. 
As he was reading he was rubbing your leg over the blanket. He looked almost holy in the evening sun. Matt seemed so relaxed lately, it was a look you enjoyed on him. For most of your time knowing Matt, he was full of rage. But now, he seemed so warm. He was just so amazing. 
In this moment you realised something. “I love you.” 
Matt’s hand stopped on the page for just a moment, “I love you too.” 
He said it so nonchalantly. As if he had told you this a million times, not like he was saying this to you for the first time. You sat up, shocked by his response. When you pulled your legs away from him he sat up straighter, a look of confusion on his face. 
“What?” He asked you for a second time today. 
You blinked at him dumbly as your mouth gaped like a fish. “Wh- eh- You…you love me?” 
Matt's confusion melted into a blinding smile. “Yes. And you love me; have for a while now.” 
He had to bite back laughter as you continued to gape at him. “But I’ve never said that before. How did you know?” 
Matt grabbed your hand, “I’ve known since I met you.” 
“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” Matt did laugh at that. 
“No, but you did.” You smacked his arm as he continued to laugh. 
You think back to the first day you met. It was after the fight. You sat outside the office on a bench with Matt waiting for your turn for questioning. He was a mystery to you. He was normally quiet, keeping to himself. You were the same in that regard. 
You preferred to stay in the background and learn from your environment. It had done you well. You wondered why Matthew had chosen to live in the background. You felt yourself worrying for him, closely eyeing his cheek where you saw a welt slowly growing. 
You had to admit he was pretty. His features were soft despite the permanent scowl on his face. His hair was kinda shaggy and you thought his sunglasses were cool. You mentally traced the silhouette of his face. 
Mathew was older than you by two years. He was a “big kid” and you wondered if he found you annoying. Many of the children here did. You played around with the idea of him becoming your friend. You weren’t sure what that would look like but you wanted that. 
You felt your stomach twist when you thought about how he had fought for you. It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant feeling, but a new one. Something about this boy was magical. You wanted to learn everything about him: his favourite colour, his favourite book, his favourite toy. Maybe he didn’t play with toys at all. He was nine after all. You wondered what he did for fun, if not playing with toys. 
Matt tilted his head and you wondered what he was thinking. You knew that was his confused/thinking face. A small smirk spread across his face before he turned to you. You held your breath, hoping he couldn’t feel you staring at him. You stayed that way for a while before he turned his head back to the wall, chuckling.
It hit you then. He was right. 
“You smiled…” Matt’s laughter was calming down.
“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t believe this man. 
“On that stupid bench…when I saw you I fell in love,” You laughed in disbelief. “And you smiled because you knew." 
On his face was a similar smirk. Little Matty wasn’t as far in the past as Matt pretended he was. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at the man in front of you. Not when your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest. Trying to escape the confines of your ribs and land in the hands of the man you loved. The man you loved. The man you have loved since you were seven years old. 
You brought your hands to his face and crumpled as you felt him melt into them. “You smug bastard.”
Matt chuckled, his unfocused gaze on you. “A smug bastard that you love.”
You chuckled as you brought your lips to his. It was soft, sweet. It was everything you needed. Matt’s hands rested on the side of your ribcage, his smile ever-present. You leaned back, breaking off the kiss but not going far. 
“I love you, Matty.” You felt his hands fall to your hips. 
“I love you, (Y/N).” He closed the space between you and this kiss was a bit deeper. You felt like you were on cloud nine. It all felt so surreal. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind and you pulled away. You laughed when Matt whined, chasing after you. 
“Wait, I’ve loved you since we were kids. How long have you loved me?” A faint blush decorated Matt’s cheeks. He pretended to think about it and you smiled at his antics. 
“Let’s see…I knew I loved you when you were sending me off for college. I remember you were trying your best not to cry. And you wouldn’t let me hug you until I was getting in the taxi because you said you wouldn’t let me go otherwise.” He chuckled at the memory and you felt tears pooling in your eyes.  
“When we did hug goodbye, I found it much harder to let you go than I anticipated. It took all of my resolve to do so, and I released it was because I did love you.” Matt pulled you into his lap and you moved your hands from his face to wrap them around his neck. 
“I don’t remember when I fell for you. Probably when we were teenagers. I don’t know for sure, though. I do know,” He said as he moved your hair out of your face before resting his hand in its place. 
“That I have loved you for a long time. I don’t think I ever stopped. I know that I never will.” He swiped his thumb under your cheek, collecting a tear that had escaped. 
“Alight, alright,” You said through a sniffle. “You win.” 
He laughed, his smile creating wrinkle lines across his face. “Of course I do. I get to kiss you, hold you, and love you. Every day that I wake up in your arms, I am winning.” 
You roll your eyes at him and call him a sap. “It may be sappy, but it’s true nonetheless, my love.” 
You are absolutely positive he could sense how your body responded to the nickname. Nothing got past him. Not the way your breath caught in your throat. Not the way your heart beats harder. And certainly not the way your body temperature rises. 
You felt his other hands trace circles on the skin of your hip. You weren’t sure when he had weaselled his hand under your shirt but you couldn’t be bothered with that. “You’re too cute…my love.”
“Matty…” It was a plea. You burned for him. You thirsted for him and knew he was the only thing that could satiate you. 
“Yes, my love?” He teased.
He knew what he was doing. He was making you putty in his hands. You leaned forward and kissed him with hunger, with passion. It was words you didn’t know to say. It was feelings you couldn’t express. It was an encrypted message that you hoped he could decode. 
He received the message loud and clear. “I say we take this into the bedroom and I can show you just how much I love you. How does that sound my love?” 
Before you could even respond he was picking you up and carrying you across the room, your giggles floating through the air.
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muffinlance · 2 months
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Wait, what’s going on with Embers???? That fic has been on my read later list since 2021, what’s happened with it???
Brief overview, then I'm likely never touching this topic again, because this is not a Drama Blog:
Context: Embers is a super old AtLA fic that was written during the early fandom days, read widely at the time, and was the origin of the widely-used fanon name of "Wani" for Zuko's ship (kind of by default that it was one of the first popular fics to give his ship a name, I think?), even though most fic writers don't seem to realize it's from there anymore.
"What's Going On": I used to include a link in all my stories to it, because I believe in crediting other writers for borrowed elements, and I was using "Wani" in all my fics. But BOY did I not want to be sending readers that way anymore, so I've adopted a new name for Zuko's ship, and removed all Embers links.
None of the criticisms about Embers itself are new; I'm assuming they date back to when the fic was being written, because this isn't an "it aged badly" thing, this is an "actually yeah this gets worse the longer you think about it and I shouldn't have ignored my bad feelings just because some of the worldbuilding was interesting" thing.
An Incomplete List of Why I Made the Change:
I don't actually like the story that much anymore, and don't want to rec it
I tried to re-read it recently to see if some things were as bad as I remembered and it turns out they were So Much Worse Oh Yikes. More specifically, the treatment of Katara and Aang and their respective cultures has... rather a lot going on. One example: The Fire Nation and Air Nomads are both given multiple backstory elements in an attempt to make the average Fire Nation soldier's participation in the genocide/war in large part the fault of the Avatar and the Air Nomads themselves, and also fully justified from the Fire Nation perspective. And I do mean fully. One of its core tenants is "People from the Fire Nation (and only people from the Fire Nation) who don't follow orders Literally Die, therefore murdering pacifists and babies and continuing the war (and their regularly scheduled war crimes) is the only thing it is physically possible for them to do". I cannot emphasize enough how literal that is.
Also the name "Wani" means "Alligator" and is... objectively a pretty lame name for Zuko's ship? Where's the personality, where's the deeper meaning, where's the resonance with Zuko's themes? @tuktukpodfics initially thought I was calling the ship "Wanyi", and that's what I've switched to, because it is Objectively So Much Better. In their words: “Wànyī (萬一): Literally ‘one in ten thousand,’ ‘perchance.’ Used grammatically in Chinese to mean ‘what if’ or ‘just in case.’ I think a ship called ‘The Perchance’ is perfect for a boy clinging to false hope.”
TL:DR; I don't rec Embers anymore, because I don't actually like the story anymore, and there are things about it that get worse the more I think on them. I've removed links to it and renamed Zuko's ship to "Wanyi" ("The Perchance") because our boy deserves a ship name that reflects his character arc.
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cmykristyart · 8 months
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Dissonance (Resonance?) of Pentakill Viktor, AKA the Metal Herald. Brought to you by The New Tomorrow by Witherscape.
Nine Inch Nails for the vibe, StP & Slipknot for the mask and both Static-X and Steam Powered Giraffe for the face paint.
He doesn't sleep during the 48 hours before a concert and then crashes for 16.
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lonelyquail · 1 year
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since I realized the Shaking Him sprites are in akiras spritesheet, here's a loop of akira shaking the everlasting fuck out of oersted, for good luck
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lancewiththeantlers · 3 months
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Sometimes a guy will simply lay in a hole when he doesn’t want to be with others and a mere 25 or so years later seek help.
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toopunktofuck · 11 months
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in retrospect it’s genuinely funny that my grandfather used to rock up to my schools and use his clout as the first person to open an alternative school in our state to demand better treatment for me. it didn’t really work well enough that i was not extremely traumatized by compulsory education but he’d really show up and be like “do you know who I am.” he got my junior year history teacher who had been teaching for like 40 years fired bc he was friends w the school social worker lmao
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lightpickles · 5 months
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the google doc where I do all my HM/SoS writing and ideating is something that can be so personal, and dumb,
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punkrockmixtapes · 1 year
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The Silencers - Policeman
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sage-nebula · 1 year
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Well, it was Penders shenanigans who forced Sega to step in so I don't blame them for watching the comics like hawks.
I don't like Penders at all—I think he's a petty, misogynistic creep and a bad artist to boot—but I think it's reductive to blame it all on him.
First, he wasn't the only writer on Archie who got up to some nonsense back in the day. I won't pretend to be an expert on Archie by any means, since I've only read two issues myself (one where Sonic got mind controlled for an issue and beat up his friends, the other was the Sally/Nicole stargazing one because I'm gay), so everything I know about it, I know via osmosis, mostly thanks to the ThanksKenPenders liveblogs. But I do know that Penders was only the lead writer on Archie for a certain amount of time, and that there were other writers after and I think before him. Penders is the most infamous because of the lawsuits and because he has a chronic case of Can't Shut The Fuck Up Disorder that constantly rears its ugly head on twitter, but he's not the only one that got up to some bullshit in the Archie comics. He's just the most notorious.
Second, while Sega undoubtedly started laying down more mandates once they finally started paying attention to what the Archie comics were doing (e.g. I've heard it was because of that cover with Sonic crying that Sega was like "no, don't show our hero in distress in that way"), it's to be honest standard fare for companies to pay close attention to how their license is used and it's stranger that Sega wasn't paying attention back in the 90s than it is that they are paying attention now. Like for example, Nintendo is notorious for how strict they are with their IPs, but they're far from the only ones. Hasbro has oversight with Transformers and My Little Pony, in both comics and cartoons. Disney controls portrayal of Mickey Mouse in any licensed games that are made. Part of why Voltron: Legendary Defender was such a mess is because of fighting between the writing staff and the desires of the brand executives, so on and so forth. The fact that Sega was so hands-off with Archie is an exception for how licensed properties are handled, not the rule, and my guess would be that there was some sort of leadership change within Sega that made whoever got put in charge step in and fix things.
So it makes sense for Sega to closely scrutinize what goes into the IDW comics, to make sure that it's promoting a positive representation of Sonic and the franchise as a whole. It's what pretty much every other license holder would do when it comes to a licensed work. The sun would burn out before Nintendo would let someone run roughshod with a Mario comic*, and the same with Disney and Mickey Mouse. I think it's fair and just that Sega protects Sonic in the same way, especially since the IDW team has proven that they can still produce very good comics even with the mandates in place.
(*In fact, Archie actually pitched the idea of a Mario comic to Nintendo, which would have been written by Ian Flynn. Nintendo of America approved it, but Nintendo of Japan said no, so the project was scrapped. Nintendo is very protective over their IPs, and I think it's good that Sega has started following in a similar example with Sonic.)
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zombiestray · 1 year
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Todays listen
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👤and 🖼- TASM!Peter and any headcanons you have for cute December/Winter Date nights with added pics to enhance the cuteness
I've never made a mood board before but I thought I'd try it out.
Peter makes me think of the Naturalism period, so I tried to find pieces that fit more of that style and mixed in some winter fun with it.
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Winter is Peter's favourite season
For one, the spider bite helps him regulate his temperature
So unlike when he was younger, he can actually play in the snow and not die
Also, crime is down a lot more in the wintertime
It's like a little vacation
Which means he gets to spend more time doing his favourite things
Like photography
Winter in New York is beautiful
Every Saturday he walks with you through Central Park to admire it
You usually walk hand in hand through the frozen gardens
But sometimes you go ice skating
or to a bookshop
But Peter prefers to just walk with you, catching up on little life things
Peter also takes the time to take pictures of you
You only resist a little because you could never really tell him no
He loves to play in the snow with you
Unlike Peter, you aren't a freak of nature and therefore the cold is tough on you
Pete thinks you looked adorable all bundled up
And sometimes he just has to tackle you into a pile of snow because of it
And sometimes he has to kiss your rosy cheeks
And then the rest of your face to warm it up
And also your lips because he doesn't them getting cold either
You know why Peter does this
He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is
He knows that when you get home you have to take off your wet clothes and take a warm shower
A warm shower that Peter always joins you in
One where you continuously blame him for the chill in your bones
And then he gets to make it up to you
By making you cocoa, tea, coffee, or whatever you're in the mood for
Then he gets to cuddle up with you
It's only fair
He was responsible for your shivering and he's really good at being a personal heater
Peter always apologises and pretends the ways he's making it up to you are completely selfless
When you call him out on it he pretends to get offended
"WHaT?? WHy I nEvER!! Me?? No! I'm just trying to make sure my girlfriend doesn't freeze to death or lose a limb, and I'm the bad guy here?? You know what? I'm taking the cocoa back." "No, no, wait! Don't leave, I just got comfy." "Hmph, That's what I thought."
Sometimes you guys cuddle on the couch and watch a movie
Or you'll take a nap
Or sometimes you'll both just read
If you're really lucky though, you can convince Peter to read to you
And once you're ready to move again Peter will try and coerce you into doing other fun activities
Like baking cookies because
"Come on (Y/N), I know you're cold but cooking generates heat and heat makes you warmer. And they taste good!"
Peter loves the wintertime
Because really it's just another excuse to be as insufferable as possible shower you with all the affection you deserve
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germ-t-ripper · 9 months
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30JUN23 Enjoying Rancid’s album "Let's Go".
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chaunceyandchumleysdad · 11 months
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I’m kicking off the weekend with a time capsule of Rancid performing Time Bomb.
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luclovestruck · 2 years
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Man I had heard the Julia stans were rude as shit but I hadn't really seen it in action until this morning.
I promise you that no fictional person's pussy pays you enough money to justify being a complete dick bag to people on the internet who feel differently than you do
Julia is not going to pay your bills because you called someone a gnat (and misspelled it while you were at it)
I also just do not understand preferring a character be interpreted as a damsel with no autonomy while saying the interpretation where she has agency is the misogynist take. Like what you like, but don't accuse others of misogyny over absolutely nothing???
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erraticcat · 1 year
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the way my team lead at work was brainstorming names for our team and he suggested “Bezos” and “Columbus” because he considers them great leaders...can someone come pick me up im scared
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somaligovernment · 2 years
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Got chirpsed by a new barber on road & I folded bc I’m still pissed at my old barber for my last haircut so I’m going for my Eid trim but I’m so shy what if they give me bald patches bc I was too crazy at the first appointment?
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