i was told his name is matt

ok but imagine Pidge as the Toddler From Hell™ terrorizing teenage Matt and Shiro (but mostly Matt)

  • Shiro comes over to hang out with Matt and they’re left home alone to look after Pidge. Somehow Shiro accidentally lets the f-word slip in front of lil toddler Pidge and suddenly Pidge is running around the house screaming “FUCK” at the top of her lungs.
    • Matt is chasing her, completely pale and trying to shush her while Shiro just: “SHIT I’m so sorry oh wait cRAP I DIDN’T MEAN TO–ohmygod I should shut up now I am so sorry….”
    • Pidge: “FUCK!! SHIT!! CRAP!!” (Matt is screaming in the background)
    • Later that night at dinner….
      • Sam @ Pidge: “So, sweetie, did you have fun with Matt and Shiro today?”
      • Pidge: “FUCK!!”
      • Matt goes white as a sheet, Sam turns red, and Colleen nearly faints
        • Matt takes the fall and says he accidentally said the f-word in front of Pidge, not Shiro
      • Years later, Pidge is like “holy crap isn’t Shiro the one who actually taught me the f-word” and Shiro’s like “oh fuck, I meAN SHIT I MEAN I DIDN’T, IT WASN’T ME IT WAS MATT!!”
  • Pidge tattled on Matt ALL THE TIME. Like the time he wanted to try driving their dad’s car and backed it into a trash can. Rip Matt.
  • MATT FALLS ASLEEP ON THE COUCH AND PIDGE DRAWS ON HIS FACE WITH SHIRO’S HELP
    • Shiro actually caught Pidge in the act but he decided to join in rather than stop her
  • PIDGE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH MATT AND SHIRO AND WINNING BECAUSE (of course) THEY LET HER
    • Later she secretly watches them play from the doorway when she got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night aND SHE FIGURES OUT THEY WERE GOING EASY ON HER SO SHE SITS HER ASS DOWN AND THROWS A FUCKING TANTRUM RIGHT THERE
    • The next time they play, Shiro and Matt play fairly per Pidge’s request, but of course she loses and proceeds to throw another tantrum :’)
  • Matt brings home a girl he has a crush on and PIDGE SHOWS HER HIS DIARY
    • Matt: “That is NOT MINE”
    • Pidge, with her hands on her hips: “Well my name isn’t MATT” *points at where Matt signed his name at the bottom of the page*
    • Shiro pops in to drop off something he borrowed from Matt and notices Matt and the girl are getting along really well and calls out, “Oh so you told her you like her?? That’s great buddy!!” and gives him a thumbs up. Matt wants to crawl into a hole and die.
      • The girl leaves 30 mins later and Shiro’s casually hanging around the kitchen like “uhhh sorry man I didn’t mean to fuck that up for you” and Matt just gives him A Look.
  • PIDGE TACKLING MATT TO THE GROUND WHEN HE’S PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AGAINST SHIRO AND YELLING “GO SHIRO GO KICK HIS BUTT AND BEAT HIM UP!!!” AND MATT’S LIKE “SLFAHJF GET OFF OF ME” AND SHIRO IS JUST FURIOUSLY HITTING BUTTONS ON HIS CONTROLLER
    • Shiro wins after Matt finally gets his tiny sister off him
    • Matt: “You’re my sister!! Who’s side are you on?!?!”
    • Pidge, sitting in Shiro’s lap with a sHIT-EATING GRIN ON HER FACE: “Shiro’s” :DDDDD (MATT FEELS SO BETRAYED)
  • Now Matt questions how he even dealt with Pidge as a kid and she’s just like “idk but you still love me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

There’s this kid in my class named Alexander, but everyone calls him Xandre. So the other day it just dawned on me that I could use his name in any context to fit my Shadowhunters obsession needs and he’d never know.

Therefor, in chemistry, he helped me solve a density problem and I told him, “Thank you Alexander. You continue to surprise me.” And his response, I shit you not, was, “Good ways I hope.”

We both stared at eat other for what felt like ages, I was in complete shock while he was laughing his ass off. Turns out the asshole googled the episode after seeing my reaction on Snapchat and memorized the lines that mentioned his name. 

I don’t know how to react.

anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but can we have some like cute fluffy smutty niall blurb? Where you guys go on vacation for the first time as a couple?

Sunburn

A/N: What happens when Niall goes to Ibiza and my disgust with Goulet peaks???  This.  Shout out to my girls for helping me work out the kinks!

When Niall suggested a quick getaway to Ibiza you were ecstatic.  When he also told you a gaggle of Devines and Matt Goulet would be along for the ride, you immediately refused to go.

“Babe c’mon!  Goulet’s got this hook up for a private yacht and Deo’s really excited to see Dua Lipa.”  Niall was close to begging, his big blue eyes pleading while he made his most pathetically adorable puppy face at you.

You groaned and slumped back into the couch dramatically.  “Fine.  But I’m not speaking to Goulet the entire time we’re there.  And if I hear him name drop you one time I’m totally kicking him in the throat.” You crossed your arms defiantly and set your mouth in a deep pout.  A wide smile broke out across Niall’s face and his eyes lit up with excitement.  He draped himself over your body and peppered kisses across the soft skin of your jaw and neck until you were a giggling mess underneath him.  When you finally caught your breath he pulled back and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.  

“S’gonna be sick darlin’, no interviews, no schedule.  Just sun, drinks, swimming, and music.”

You quirked your head slightly, a question bubbling up before you could really think about it.  “Wait.  Why is Deo so excited to see Dua Lipa?  I didn’t know he was into her music.”  Niall rolled his eyes and sighed.

“He thinks they might be soulmates ‘cause her name is Dua and his name is Deo.”

“Niall.  Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“Hand t’God.  Told me that himself.”

You closed your eyes and tried to comprehend the adorable idiocy of Niall’s cousin.  Unfortunately there was no way around it, Deo had outdone himself on this one.  “Ok, but that’s not even his real name and - you know what?  I don’t even have a response for that.  Fucking Deo.”

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The Mysterious Protagonist

Anonymous asked: “How do I create a main character? I have so many side characters and a decent plot. I like them better with a bit of mystery. I want my main to be interesting enough to not be the plain, boring, ‘chosen one’ stereotype. Help?”

Who ever said your protagonist can’t be mysterious? I’ve read novels where I don’t even get to learn the protagonist’s name or others that I go along thinking I know a lot about this character only for them to flip a switch and show I know nothing about them at all. 

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Headcanon that Matt enlists Jessica to gather incriminating evidence to help his clients out in their trials. When asked who his sources are, he smiles politely and replies that he won’t reveal the source’s identity. 

Now whenever Jessica steps out of her apartment, she can’t go two steps without hearing about Nemesis, the mysterious photographer who keeps exposing the sins of New York inhabitants. 

“This is all your fault. I told you I never wanted a stupid nickname.” 

Matt smirks. “This coming from the girl who proclaimed herself Jewel as a kid.” 

Jessica’s eyes narrow. “I’m going to kill Trish.” 

“Don’t take it out on her; she let it slip by accident. And for your information, I didn’t want a name either.” 

“Oh, please. Like you aren’t enjoying the hell out of it.” 

“Whatever makes you feel less lonely, Nemesis.” 

It’s Actually You (Part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 1416

Warnings: none

Request: You know that bit in CACW, where Bucky and Sam are in the car, and Steve kisses Sharon? Could you write something where the reader is in the car too, and whilst Steve is chatting to Sharon outside, the reader is chatting to Bucky and Sam, and they’re both saying she should tell Steve how she feels. And the reader is getting nervous, but she’s really happy, and feels so excited to tell him. But then she sees him kiss Sharon, and her whole world crumbles? With loads of angst, and Sharon being a b*tch to the reader. One part where possibly a party, or event happens, and Sharon and the reader happen to cross paths in the bathroom, and Sharon totally ruins the reader? Points out all her flaws, including her weight, and her legs. Don’t know why I’m asking for this. But I’m hormonal, and I feel like hardcore heartbreak. Fluff at the end, or no fluff, don’t mind. If you like, maybe a series? Thanks darling;)

A/N: Wow last part!!! I hope you enjoy it!! The title will make sense in this part lol. Thank you for liking so much the other parts, guys. Thanks for all the support.

Steve really liked Sharon. Or at least he tried to convince himself he did. His serum had magnified his emotions all those years back and though most were good ones, he still felt jealousy and pain. Sharon was his get-away from those. You’ve been hanging out more and more with one of the new recruits before you fled and Steve had gotten the wrong impression.

Now you were both hurt. All because of a misunderstanding.

However, Steve didn’t seem to be able to spook those feelings away. They stung every time you got close. The man had decided to give you space and look for someone that could help him forget you. Of course, the clever soldier didn’t think he could ask you if you really were interested in the new recruit.

Because Steve’s feelings were so strong, when you were hurt, he was hurt too, and this was one of those occasions.

“Y/n?” he asked in a very concerned tone, frowning.

Tears were racing down your cheeks, ruining your make-up. Your eyes, puffed by the crying, were red and sad. Your breathing was uneven, unsynchronized. Still, you were calmed. After all, you weren’t going to let some asshole take all your self-control away. You wiped your wet cheek with the back of your hand and looked up at Steve.

The soldier sat beside you without making any sound, as if he was worried he’d break something. Wordlessly, Steve turned his gaze to you and surrounded you with his big warm arms. You let Steve embrace you and leaned towards him, resting your head on his chest. It was peaceful and calming.

You stirred in Steve’s embrace and turned around to face him. “Sorry,” you said simply, with a hoarse voice. You were wasting valuable time that could be used for the mission you came to complete. Instead, you were crying in the deserted part of the backyard of a mansion.

Steve looked at you with a confused face. “Y/n, you have nothing to apologize for. It was Sharon.”

What? He knows about Sharon? How? Obviously, it wasn’t Sharon that told him, so who? you thought.

Steve realized you didn’t know how he knew that Sharon had trashed you in the bathroom and began explaining. “You left your communicator on when you went to the bathroom,” he said. The Captain formed a brief smiled on his lips and continued: “First, we only heard you humming, but then we all heard the ugly conversation you had with Sharon. I’m sorry you had to hear that, y/n,” when explaining the latter, his face grew darker and his smile faded.

The communicator had been on all the time you had talked to Scheider, which was a long time, and you had forgotten to turn it off. Your surprised expression soon morphed into an embarrassed one. He had heard everything. All your flaws. Your feelings. What would you do? Everything would be awkward between you two and it was the last thing you wanted to happen. Everything was a mess.

You looked down and separated from the soldier’s arms. You were standing up when you were interrupted by a strong grip grabbing your wrist. You turned around to see Steve standing up and getting closer. Your faces were so close now, if you moved, your noses would crash.

“Why are you leaving?” Steve asked softly.

“I… I don’t know, I just want to spare you the job of rejecting me, I guess,” you answered avoiding his gaze.

“What makes you think I’d reject you? You know Sharon was wrong, right? You are anything but a mess and you are incredibly worth it. Don’t let her make you feel any different.”

With wide, puffed eyes you looked at his soft blue ones staring right back. “What…” you began to say but trailed off.

“I never liked Sharon. Not really,” Steve sighted. “It’s actually you, y/n. I like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. After all this time? He had liked you back all this time? What was going on?

“I know I should’ve told you,” the soldier continued. One of his arms was scratching the back of his neck nervously. “It’s just that, when we still lived at the compound, before all this madness, you spent a lot of time with this new recruit that I forgot the name, and I got scared.”

“Wait, you thought I liked Matt?” you asked grinning in disbelief.

Steve looked down in response.

“C'mon Steve, we’re best friends, you know me better than anybody, you can’t tell me you thought I’d like him that way,” you added with a small smile. “And, besides, you could’ve asked me,” you said in a low voice.

Steve was grinning now. He got closer to you and placed his hands on your waist. You bit your lip in nervousness, as you knew what was about to happen. Both of you knew.

“You know,” Steve began to say, but his thought faded off and was replaced with new ones. You. Kissing you. Being with you. He got closer. And closer. And closer, until your lips linked in a soft kiss.

Your hands reached Steve’s neck and pulled him closer. Shivers run down your spine as the kiss deepened. When you were out of air and you pulled away in order to breathe, you looked at each other, smiling.

“That was…” Steve said.

“Yeah,” you agreed. Neither of you needed to say it, you knew.

“Okay, lovebirds, less with the chick flics and more missions,” you suddenly heard Sam’s playful voice through the communicator.

“C'mon, man, let them enjoy themselves. We have enough information about Zemo to know where he’s going next,” Bucky defended you.

Steve and you were blushing fiercely, even if there was no one actually seeing you. You laughed together.

“We should probably finish our mission,” you said.

“Yes, we should,” the soldier still had a smile playing in his lips, which you mirrored with ease.

You went back to the mansion, pretending you didn’t know each other for the sake of the mission, and began packing everything up. You looked for the micro cameras (you didn’t have many resources and after this, you didn’t know if Sharon would help you again).

“Going home so early?” you heard Scheider’s charismatic voice. You had forgotten about him. “I really wanted to continue our thing, pretty.”

“I’m afraid so, Herman,” you said, faking sadness. “My friend is not feeling well and I should drive her home. She had too many drinks for me to count them accurately.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response with a pensive expression. “And is your friend, perhaps, him?”

You looked at your right, where Scheider was pointing, and realized he was talking about Steve. “I-”

“You know he’s married, right?” he asked with a mischievous grin. “Just be careful not to get caught, pretty,” Scheider got closer and whispered: “they say he’s wife is crazy.”

You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud laugh that threatened to escape your lips and looked at his smirk. Scheider did have an accurate radar for hysterical bitches.

“See you around, Herman,” you said as you began making your way to the front door. That guy was something else and you didn’t think he was that bad, except that he owned multiple illegal businesses, of course.

When you arrived to your hiding place, Bucky received you with a smirk and a hug, accompanied with multiple embarrassing congratulations for both Steve and yourself. Sharon had left before everyone else, without warning either of you, so you four were left to analyse all the information you had collected alone.

“Well, this mission was useful,” Sam said when you finished analysing.

“It was,” Bucky said, “it got our little Stevie and y/n together so I think we can all say it was a win.”

You all laughed at his comment.

It was true though. It had gotten Steve and you together and you couldn’t be happier about it. When Bucky and Sam went to bed, you sat beside Steve and let both of you relax for a moment. You rested your head on his shoulder and he embraced you with his strong arms. A comfortable atmosphere had settled in the room.

As you felt yourself fall asleep you said in a low voice: “Good night, Steve.”

“Good night, y/n,” the soldier replied, kissing your temple softly.

After everything that had happened, you couldn’t believe it was actually you.

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Perhaps? Shatt - College AU: I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today

Shiro stopped dead in his tracks, gripping the strap of his bag.

In the seat - his seat, the one he’d occupied for every day of the semester so far - was currently taken.  

“Um.”

The thief - Matt Holt, son of Professor Holt, and resident class smart-ass -  looked back at him as if Shiro was the crazy one for wanting his seat back.  “Can I help you?” He drawled, brows up.

“You’re in my seat,” Shiro told him, each word careful and slow.

Matt looked over the desk carefully.  “I don’t see a name,” he replied cheerfully.  “In fact, I don’t think it’s been a problem this entire semester.  I haven’t sat in the same chair twice.”  But he took a second look at Shiro’s unhappy stare and sighed.  “Fine, I guess we’ll share.”

Before Shiro could puzzle out what that meant, Matt popped out of the seat and picked up his own bag.  He raised his brows, obviously waiting for Shiro to sit. Which he did.  Because it was his seat.

Immediately, Matt sat back down.  In Shiro’s lap.

“You missed last week’s lecture, right?” Matt commented, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be sitting in a classmate’s lap.  “You want my notes?”

Shiro wanted-

Hell, Shiro wasn’t sure what he wanted, aside from a normal start to class.

…But he did need those notes, still.

“I’d appreciate that,” Shiro replied, voice utterly calm as if this happened to him every day.

Matt beamed back and dug through his bag.  “Cool.”

This was definitely weird, but maybe this change wasn’t all bad.

(But Shiro definitely still wanted his seat)

[Improtu positivity bang! - Send me prompts for these pairings]

Discovery: Matt meets a Paladin

Rating: T - gore

Pairings: None

Length: 758 words

Tags: Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Matt, Rescue Attempt


Matt stood up too fast, heart pounding wildly. He had to bend over quickly to prevent his head rush and hunger from making him pass out. He breathed once, twice, and rose again, making his way to the far side of the pit.

Another human in the general population cell. Another human… It had been months since his father had been taken to the infirmary, feverish and sick from the regular horrors the Druids inflicted on them, hoping for one of them to crack.

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A Series of Accidents

Happy belated birthday, @fangirling-airi-style!!!

Based on my own gifset, because well - that’s how my brain works. 

In Which Dean and Cas (accidentally) adopt Satan Jr. Enjoy!

It’s an accident, really.

Well, adopting Lucifer’s kid is.

Taking him to the bunker is a given.

What else are they going to do? Chuck the kid into the streets and hope some non-satanist finds him? Take him to child services when every demon on the planet will be eagerly looking for him?

So, yeah, they take Satan Jr. to the bunker with them, because that’s the only thing they can do. Kelly died, just breathing long enough to see her son and whisper “I love you”, the failure to save yet another life on their shoulders.

At least they got rid of Dagon, or Crowley did.

Hey, he saw Lucifer’s kid and didn’t immediately try to kill it, so that’s a plus too.

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Whispers

For @platonicvldweek​ Day 3: Tandem/Separation

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They looked like you.

It was a whisper Matt heard everywhere he went.

It started when there began to be rumors of Voltron’s return.

Matt had been freed from Zarkon’s prisons by a small group of rebels only about a month prior. He’d joined up with the group, helping out on their search-and-rescue missions. Most of the other rescues had left to find their ways home. But Matt had stuck around. “I don’t know how to get home,” he confessed to the group’s director. “And besides; I can’t go home without my father. He and my friend are still out here somewhere. I need to find them.”

But then the refugees they encountered started talking about robotic lions and paladin knights. “It’s Voltron,” they said. “It must be!”

Matt had heard the stories. Of course he had. You don’t live in a prison camp without hearing tales of the only thing capable of taking out your captor. But that’s all they had been—stories. Stories that were passed down from generation to generation, originating from an ancient civilization that no longer existed (or, some say, never had). Stories meant to give the children living under Zarkon’s rule some lingering sliver of hope. He’d never put any faith in them. Never given them a second thought.

So when the first refugees started talking of Voltron’s return, he’d dismissed it. “A large robotic lion,” they regaled. “I swear it’s one from the legends!”

But the stories continued.

“Five lions, joining together to create one robotic knight, wielding a blazing sword,” one said in awe. “I didn’t think it could be true.”

“They saved me,” a child told him, not a week later. “They saved my whole planet.”

“The Altean ship, straight from the ancient illustrations,” murmured a village elder. “I almost didn’t believe my eyes at first. But the Castle of Lions truly exists.”

And Matt started to think that maybe—just maybe—they weren’t entirely legends. Maybe there was some super-robot out there, fighting back against the Galra, against Zarkon.

And maybe they knew where he could find Shiro and his dad.

“I saw them,” one alien was saying—a green figure, with a vaguely slug-like appearance, and eyes on the side of his head like a frog. “The Paladins.”

“Who are they?” This was asked by a small blue femme creature, with piles of white hair.

“Unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.” The green one shook his head, then looked askance at Matt. “They looked like you.”

“What?” Matt asked, confused. “That’s impossible. My species doesn’t have the technology for intergalactic travel.”

The green one shrugged. “I only know what I saw.”

And the conversation stilled.

It was several weeks before Matt heard any more of the subject. They’d met with another ragtag band of rebels, working to discuss an alliance. And while their directors held conference, their bands mingled.

“They say one of the Paladins escaped from Zarkon’s prisons,” one of the other rebels was saying.

“I knew him,” another one confirmed. “He fought in the arenas. They called him Champion.”

He fought in the arenas.

Matt had frozen, his head racing. “Do you know his name?”

The alien shook his head. “Only Champion.” He took another sip from his drink—some purple concoction they’d called nunvill. “Looked a bit like you, though. Where you from?”

“Far away,” Matt replied. “There are very few of my kind out here. We…don’t tend to leave our planet.”

“Hm,” the alien hummed. “Well, perhaps you should try reaching out to these Voltron folks. You may be closer to home than you realize.”

Many quintants later, he encountered another group: a few rebels who had escaped or been freed from Galra clutches only to be captured again. Freed once more, they now sat in the infirmary of the rebel base Matt was staying at. He was there with them, bandaging a nasty burn one had on one of xir four arms.

The alien was watching him with a quizzical expression. “Have you heard of Voltron?”

Matt hesitated, then slowly resumed his work. “I’ve heard some stories,” he replied.

“Ever meet the Paladins?”

Matt frowned. “No.”

“Hm.” Xe was still giving Matt that odd look, as though xe didn’t quite believe what he was saying. “They looked like you. Never seen anyone quite like them before.”

Matt paused, taking a deep breath. “Do you know their names?”

The alien shook xir head. “Never spoke to them.” Xir piercing stare met Matt’s eyes. “Anyone in particular?”

Matt sighed. “Just. Looking for someone.”

And on the whispers went, They looked like you, following Matt wherever he went.

“The Green Paladin,” the alien said, a hulking red figure, reptilian in appearance, with curling horns. “They looked like you.”

“What was his name?” Matt asked, frantic excitement showing through his voice.

The alien shook their head. “I’m sorry; I do not know.”

“Well, what did he look like?” Matt tried. “I mean, just beyond looking like me. Was he a bit taller? Dark hair?”

The alien was still shaking their head. “No, no. They looked like you. Like a copy. Smaller, though.”

That froze Matt in his tracks. “That can’t be right,” he said softly. “No, no, I’m looking for Champion. I was told he was a Paladin?”

The alien furrowed their brow. “I know the one of whom you speak,” they said. “You are asking for the Black Paladin. But, I tell you, you should seek out Green one. What you think you are searching for and what you are actually searching for may not always coincide.”

It was a while before he got any real answers.

A few travelers, reaching out from their own planet in an attempt to re-establish intergalactic communications. “Our planet was recently liberated by Voltron,” they told Matt. “We were enslaved by the Galra empire, but Voltron received our distress signal and came to our aid.”

They were a lithe green people, with large eyes and leaf-like antennae. Olkari, Matt’s superior had called them.

One of them cocked her head at Matt, assessing him. “Do you know them?”

Matt pursed his lips. “I don’t know. I’d like to.”

The Olkari hummed, as though nothing about his answer struck her as strange. “You resemble the Green Paladin a great deal.”

Matt sighed. “So I’ve been told.”

“The Green Paladin told me that she was searching for missing family members.” Matt froze. “She said that her father and brother had been taken by Zarkon.”

Matt’s chest tightened. “She?

“Yes. She looked like you, though smaller. Any chance you could be one she is searching for?”

He wasn’t breathing right. “No,” he gasped. “No no no no no, that can’t be possible, it can’t be her, she can’t be here!

The Olkari reached towards him, holding her hands out in a placating gesture. “I apologize for startling you,” she said gently. “Please, you must calm down—”

Matt took a step back wildly, bringing his hands up to clutch at his hair frantically. “Her name,” he demanded, “what was her name?”

The Olkari hesitated, before saying, “The others called her Pidge.”

Matt collapsed, gasping for air. “Oh god. Oh, Pigeon.”


Katie was sulking.

He’d found her on the back porch, a light blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hands rested beside her on the step she sat on, and one of her legs was jittering with nervous energy.

He sighed. Bad day at school, he guessed. She was only twelve, but was already entering high school. She’d skipped seventh and eighth grade, jumping straight from sixth to ninth. And though she matched her new peers intellectually (or surpassed them, more rather), you couldn’t really say the same physically.

Matt had gone through the same thing when he was about her age; suddenly being years younger than the rest of the kids in his classes, feeling so much smaller and more vulnerable.

He sat beside her on the steps. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

She didn’t look at him—just kept her gaze locked on the ground. “Nothing.”

“Well that sounds boring.”

She only grunted.

He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head so he could see the sky. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent a lot of time looking down. I think I’d rather look up.” The stars glittered above them, constellations sparkling in the night sky. “You got a favorite constellation?”

“Matt, I’m not really in the mood.”

“C’mon, Katie, humor me for a minute here.” He nudged at her. “I think my favorite is Cthulhu. Or maybe The Flying Squirrel. Or The Super Cool Older Brother.”

She was smiling now, even as she bit back a groan. “You’re just making those up!” she accused him.

“Am not!”

“Are too! God, for a space explorer, you’d think you’d know the constellations better.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re right, I do know the constellations better. These are just ones that you haven’t heard of yet.”

She barked a quick laugh, reaching out to hit him playfully. “You dork.”

He smiled. “You didn’t answer my question,” he reminded her after a moment. “Which is your favorite?”

She thought for a while. “Leo,” she decided eventually.

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

She shrugged, a bit hesitant. “Leo is the lion. It stands for being brave and facing your fears.”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s a good one.”

They fell into comfortable silence. Matt pulled the blanket around both of them, and they curled up together, watching the stars.

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think is out there?”

He was silent for a while, thinking. “Adventure,” he said eventually. “Excitement. Something entirely new, something we’ve never seen before.”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

Matt hummed. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe not in the way we think of aliens. But it seems unlikely that in the entirety of the universe, we’d be the only lifeforms. It’s just statistically improbable.”

Katie giggled. “I think they’re out there,” she told him matter-of-factly. “And I’m gonna meet them.”

Matt smiled. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You’ll come with me, won’t you?”

Matt reached over to ruffle her hair. “Don’t worry, Pigeon,” he said. “We’ll explore those stars together someday. I promise.”


Part 2

Spider-man Or Captain America?

First published thing ever, don’t hate me.

Pairing - Matthew Daddario x reader.

Words - 837.

Gif not mine.


Originally posted by magnusizzy

Matthew was out with his cast members. They were currently all having lunch at a small place just outside town.

“God damn, Kat, nice!” Alberto fist-bumped Katherine after she told them the lovely story of how she met Tom Holland on Tinder and has dinner plans with him tomorrow evening.

“I love Spider-man, but I personally prefer Captain America,” Matt said.

The waiter came to take their orders, her tag name read ‘Y/N’.

“Hello fellas, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your waitress this afternoon, do you know what you’ll have?” She asked sweetly.

After taking everyone’s orders, Y’N went to the kitchen to tell the chefs what the cast would be having.

“She’s pretty,” Emeraude said, looking at Matt.

Matt’s been feeling rather lonely after his not-so-recent breakup and his friends tried to make him feel better by finding him someone new, never succeeding, up until now.

“Yeah, she really is,” Matthew agreed.

“Ask her out!” Harry suggested.

“Are you insane??? Look at her and look at me! I bet she has a boyfriend anyway!”

The discussion went on for another 10 minutes until Y/N returned to hand them their drinks and saw how quiet everyone became at her presence. Before she could leave, Dominic had a plan in his head to find out if this girl is the one for Matthew.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Dom asked politely.

“Yeah, shoot,”

“Spider-man or Captain America?” He asked and caused everyone but Matt who was giving him death glares was laughing really hard.

“Captain America, of course. I love Chris Evans too much to pick Tom Holland over him,” She admitted nicely.

Everyone was smirking as a plan was forming in their heads.

“Thank you, I like Iron Man the most though, I relate to him on a personal level,” Dominic smiled and the waitress went on her way.

“Hey Matt, I think we found the one for you,” Isaiah laughed causing Matthew’s cheeks to brighten up.

“I need new friends,” Matt sighed.

“No you don’t, you love us,” Emeraude smiled sweetly.

“Who’s in favour for Matt to ask her out?” Dom asked and raised his hand, everyone but Matt following his move.

Y/N came back to their table with all their food and handed each one their own plate. When reaching Matt’s, he saw there was a small note next to his burger. He looked up at the stunning waitress who just shot him a wink and left.

“I hear church bells? Does anyone else hear them?” Harry asked everyone nodded, except Matthew who was just blushing again.

Matt picked up the note, and all it contained was one small sentence, ‘Come to the bar.’ Matthew was naturally intrigued, and so he excused himself to the bathroom when he actually went to the bar, taking the note with him.

“I thought you’d at least want to eat before coming here,” Y/N said after turning to face Matthew.

“What can I say? You got me curious,” she looked down and smiled at his words.

“Anyway, what did you need me for?” He continued, never breaking eye contact.

“Well, I just wanted to thank you for calling me beautiful, and,” she paused and turned around, scribbling something on a piece of paper before turning back to him, handing him the small paper, “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she smiled innocently.

Matthew’s eyes were wide and his cheeks crimson. He realised that she had heard their entire conversation, including the church bells part. He was so stunned he couldn’t move and it wasn’t until the faint sound of Y/N’s fingers snapping in front of his face that he was brought back to reality.

“How the fuck do you know this?” Matt asked.

“It’s a small restaurant, everything echoes through the walls.”

“Oh. My. God,” he was so deep in trans that he forgot to take the piece of paper from her hands until she gently put it in his palm. Y/N just smiled to herself and went to serve another table. Matthew opened the paper which consisted of her mobile number and grinned before returning to his friends.

“Long bathroom trip,” Isaiah smirked knowingly since he saw the entire thing when he actually went to the bathroom.

“Shut up,” Matt blushed.

“What was that all about?” Alberto asked.

“Well, let’s just say I need to thank you guys more often,” he admitted.

“YOU GOT HER NUMBER!” Emeraude exclaimed.

“Yes, I did. Now hush before she takes it back! She heard the whole thing!”

“Oh my god, really?” Kat laughed.

“Yes, really, so I’m begging you, don’t say anything that might make her regret this!” Matthew pleaded.

“Okay, I’ll be sure not to tell her about the one time you spilt water on yourself and everyone thought you wet your pants on set,” Dominic said, raising his voice gradually. Everyone heard distant laughter which everyone knew was Y/N’s. Matt just buried his face in his hands and immediately realised he really does need new friends.


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Blank Space

Part One

Summary: During Vegas Week, Sam accepts a job from the friend-of-a-friend whose sister needs protecting. Over the course of the time together, they discover that dark forces are at work behind the threats being made to her, but also that first impressions aren’t always what they seem to be … 
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1215
Warnings: Language, sassiness … I think that’s it?

A/N: This is a series I’ve been working on for a while, and finally put it up to a vote to have it posted for part of my 4K Follower Milestone Celebration. Gauging interest based on feedback to this first part! PLEASE let me know if you like it – comments are much appreciated! 

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Hold That Thought 10

Pairing: Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Strong addiction to coffee. Name calling. In office affairs. Fluff. Secrets.

A/N: Just a fun little AU series cause I felt like it. While I try to get my footing for Frank Castle. Btw Other Marvel cameo’s in this story.
Matt Mudrock
Foggy Nelson
Luke Cage
Jessica Jones
Frank Castle
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner

The Italics are flash backs // The bold’s are Text Messages.

A one night stand at the New York Law Firms Conference, couldn’t have been more fun, and mysterious. When your new boss Bucky Barnes introduces you to his boss; the man who runs Avengers Of Law, law firm and your new place of work. Steve Rogers and your mysterious one night stand is your bosses boss. What you want to pretend never happened, he doesn’t want to let go of. When you find yourself struggling to stay away from Steve, who won’t let up on getting you to go out with him. Can you resist, Steve who is looking for more than a one night stand, while you’re struggling to get through the long days and never ending nights of being a paralegal or will you let lust and emotions distract you from your goals in life?

Tag List Is Open. Let Me Know!!

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Does anyone else remember this pop song from around 2008?

by reddit user hartijay

I used to work on my university campus radio station in college. We used to talk about current events around the school, any news around the surrounding town, and played requested songs for students, something our school surprisingly allowed. I remember a very weird couple of months where students who tuned into the show constantly requested a song called “See You After, Babe”, a pop song by some one-hit-wonder group called Symmetry Icon, the dumbest name for a band I’ve ever heard. But that song was huge around October and November of 2008. As one of the campus radio’s DJs, I had to play that song over like a hundred times in two months. I heard it everywhere, in malls, gas stations, on real radio stations, and I think even on MTV.

Something was weird about that song, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. I tried Googling the song and band, but nothing came up in the results for either. Not even YouTube had a single clip of the song.

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The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

Masterlist | Request!
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2005
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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jostxnneil  asked:

Andreil getting secretly married (no wedding, just for convenience (Neil gets hurt too often and Andrew wants to be with him)&the foxes finding out bc Neil is hurt (ofc)

and the doctor goes up to Andrew like r u the husband and he just nods and jfc guys you didn’t tell us you were MARRIED

  • okay so it’s bad
  • it’s a very bad injury
  • like Andrew is panicking and he doesn’t know what to do because it’s so bad
  • he calls Wymack because if he doesn’t get someone to slow does his thoughts he’s going to kill the player that did this to Neil
    • Andrew was several hours away watching the game from home because they still play on different teams
    • so he’s driving
    • dangerously
    • while he’s calling Wymack
  • Wymack tells him to calm down and that he’ll drive over there if that’s what Andrew wants
    • Andrew doesn’t say no
  • by the time Andrew gets there, all of the Foxes (minus Nicky and Wymack and Aaron) are there
    • they were all watching the game ofc
    • Andrew can’t even be mad at them

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Dude, Where’s My Cat?

Matt Murdock/ Reader

Words: 1,757

Summary: After coming home from his short night of vigilante activities, Matt finds that his newly adopted stray cat has gone missing. There’s only one way to narrow down the search: enlist the help of someone who is up at this hour.

Request: Writing prompt #2 with Matt Murdock | “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess

Requested by: anonymous

Author’s note: went overboard because i love cats. hope u like pumpkin


Matt never thought he would be a cat owner.

He discovered the cat on the fire escape stairs when he was about to go on his “nightly routine”. Starved, dehydrated, and in desperate need of love and care, it was hard to say no to the cat. Gently, Matt smoothed talked the cat to come closer to him. The cat was intrigued by him, meowing at the sudden sweet tone. As soon as the cat got in close proximity of his hand, Matt grabbed the four legged creature and went back inside his apartment.

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Best Fake Smile I

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (platonic…or so it seems…)

Summary: Hitting the bar right after you caught your boyfriend cheating you doesn’t seem to be the best ideas at the time, but when a blind lawyer comes up to you, it may have been your only good thing that night

Warnings: none, I hope, except for swearing 

A/N: This is what happens when you finish a season of Daredevil and suddenly feel like writing…

Originally posted by biprincessdiana

Nothing made anyone in the world feel more alone than anyone could be when you’re nursing a cold, shitty beer occupying a booth in the dark corner of Josie’s filled with jovial drunks, all of them noisily having a much, much better time than you were. 

Of course, it wasn’t their fault that you found your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with a skinnier, prettier woman (and she was blonde!) right in the three-seater couch of the apartment you shared with him, no; it was almost too pathetic how you were there, alone, wallowing in your own ocean of beer-smelling self-pity while everyone else was so goddamn happy with their own lives, you attempting miserably to drown your problems out (and failing, to be honest). You were so helpless and lost, like a rabbit caught in a snowstorm; in a room full of intoxicated men and giddy women, you were a nobody, unnoticed amidst the drunks in the room. 

This made you knock back your drink once again, letting the cool liquid seep through and tide you over for the almost-inevitable long night.

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Accidents Happen

There IS going to be a smutty Part 2 later this week. :)
Word Count: 1,124.
Trigger Warning: blood?
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Jeff Hardy comes to your rescue after a nasty ladder fall. What will unfold?
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Get someone down here! She’s out! (Y/N), stay with me!

Your eyes slightly open, staring up at the arena ceiling. You barely catch a glimpse of the panic in the referees eyes before you close them again. The constant in and out of consciousness makes you sick to your stomach. This shouldn’t have happened, your TLC match with Charlotte Flair, you were supposed to win to become the Raw Women’s Champion. It was supposed to be your night. However, a botch in the match messed that up for you.

The Ref looks at you, assessing the damage to your head. “Tell me the last thing you remember”.

Your left arm reaches up and touches the liquid coming from your forehead, your face covered in red, sticky blood. You groan in pain, the sting of an open wound makes you wince, “I.. I was on the ladder.. reaching for the belt”, your arm flops down to the floor next to the ring as Charlotte jumps down to check on you, “..and then falling”.

Charlotte looks up at the ramp as both Matt and Jeff Hardy sprint out from the backstage area, Jeff clearly being the most worried as he jumps over the steps, skidding to a stop next to your body. Taking the rag out of his back pocket, he holds it to your head with pressure, soaking up some of the bloody mess. He looks to you, his soaking wet hair sticking all over his face, “(Y/N), do you know where you are?”

“Yeah, I’m on the floor trying not to move”, Matt kneels down by your legs, watching his younger brother try to clean up your face. Jeff shakes his head, “quit being sarcastic, you’re really hurt”. The entire crowd is dead silent, watching this unfold. They realize this isn’t scripted and you’re actually bleeding. Jeff looks for any sign of a medical team, when he takes your legs in his right arm and your neck in his left. As your mind is still swimming, the sudden feeling of floating startles you.

Staring up at Jeff, who is still visibly shaken and now walking back up the ramp with you in his arms, your eyes slowly close as you black out.

You haven’t been in WWE long, but you quickly became a fan favorite as you teamed up with the Hardy Boyz to make Team Extreme 2.0. Your death defying stunts and willingness to put your body on the line night after night really drew fans to you. Matt and Jeff became your best friends in the WWE, Matt with his in and out of the Broken gimmick always made you feel better, Jeff with his crazy antics and love for music could manage to put a smile on your face, but it was Jeff you were growing close to.

Only you and Charlotte knew that you were going to win the title. Vince wanted it to be a surprise to everyone, including the superstars. You had wandered around backstage, nervous for your upcoming match. You put your head in your hands, running your fingers through your (Y/H/L)(Y/H/C) hair. Jeff sneaks up on you, tapping your shoulder.

“Ya nervous?” his eyebrows raise as a sly smile plays on his face. You nod as Charlotte’s theme plays out into the arena, making her entrance to the ring.

“Very, I feel like I’m gonna puke”, you laugh, wiping sweat off your head, listening to the crowd chanting for you. Jeff grabs your shoulder with his hand, “if it makes you feel any better, Matt and I told the sound guys that you could use our theme song”. You smile up at him, silently thanking him.

“I’ll be right here after you kick ass”, his hand slides down your arm, sending shocks up your spine like fireworks.

“And her opponent.”

Jeff squeezes your hand as the Hardy Boyz theme plays, “oh, and good luck”.
You nod before disappearing through the curtain, to the vast sea of people screaming your name.

Your eyes open to the sight of the backstage medical center, almost empty. You turn your head to the left, seeing Matt sitting there, texting his wife Reby. Propping yourself up, you sit, and Matts head shoots up faster than you’d expect.

“Are you alright?”, he asks, setting his phone down mid text. You lift your arm up and feel your forehead, feeling the 8 stitches against your skin. You groan.

“I’m fine. Hurt, but fine. Where’s Jeff?”

Matt smiles, standing up to help you off the medical bed, “he’s out in the backstage hall pacing like a worried mother”, you gather your stuff in a backpack, “I’ll give you guys time to talk, I’ll be out in the car”.

Matt exits the room as Jeff saunters in, barely out of his wrestling gear. His black and pink shirt hangs off his waist, sporting a slightly clean black tank top. He stops, looking at your bruised eyes and the stitches.

“I should have been there faster..”, he mumbles quietly, placing his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. Your eyes look him up and down, from his tied up hair to his scuffed up wrestling boots, “I could have..”

“Jeff, you could have been as fast as the flash and it wouldn’t have changed the outcome”, you shove your gear into your backpack, trying to stop yourself from getting flustered, “I still would have been injured no matter what”.

You turn to leave the room and run right into Jeffs chest. You gulp and take a deep breath, “Jeff, please move. I’m tired and want to get on the road”. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing lightly, the stick of his skin against yours makes your heart beat rapidly, and your breathing increase.

“(Y/N), I’ve seen too many people become incapable to wrestle, and watching you.. fall.. like that”, he squeezes a bit tighter, “I don’t think.. I’m just worried about you is all”. You lean back, “there’s no reason for you-“.

He cuts you off by cupping his hands around your jaw, holding your head delicately in his hands, staring down into your (Y/E/C) eyes. Looking up into his beautiful green eyes, he leans down and places his lips against yours. He smiles against your lips, and then he realizes what he just did.

Jeff jumps back and freezes, staring at you in shock.

“Uh, eh, yeah I’m gonna go now”, Jeff turns and damn near bolts out the door, running down the hall to meet up with Matt. Before you make it out into the hall, Jeff is already out of sight and gone. You shake your head with a giant grin on your face.

“See you next week, Jeff”.

Contact (Matt X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader *PLATONIC

Universe: Marvel, Daredevil

Warnings: None

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Request: Would you mind making another Matt x Reader fic where she’s really tactile and touchy, but then gets a lot more cautious of touching him after she finds out about his senses? She’s upset that she was probably being a lot to handle, and he misunderstands why she stopped. Thanks 💜


Originally posted by mattmurdovck

“Heya Mattie boy! How’s my favourite blind guy?” You asked, squeezing him tightly from behind. Matt cracked a smile at your giggle.

“I’m the only blind person you know, Y/N.” He reminded you, putting a gentle hand on your arm.

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