• Interviewer:Chris, what's it like touring with the others?
  • Chris:Well it's hard not to step on Matt, since he's 1/4 my height.
  • Chris:Dom's area either smells like dye, cologne, hair spray, or product. It's almost suffocating.
  • Chris:Our team is always on the move with us, either trying to meet with our standards of stage shows, going to Ikea and getting supply only to throw it away a week later because it was destroyed in our performance, or telling fans what we're doing on social media.
  • Interviewer:And how are you reacting to this?
  • Chris:I love it!
Waiting...to create..or destroy.

*a story about matts perspective of God of all of the land. It sucks I’m sorry*

He watched over the mortals of the plane he had created, he grew bored of simple child’s play, sending simple be holders and illithed. The group he created for amusement seemed to tackle it easily, too easily. He watched them, or more than that he watched her, a Druid half elf he had created, she was cute, red hair, green eyes, awkward to no end. But this was how he created her…she was naive, clueless, it was adorable to say the least. When it came to creating her world, he created it carefully, so when he destroyed it, he felt the pain of what he had done. He had grown tired of them never accepting the consequences of their actions. Rage looting aside they needed a reminder that what he creates he can also destroy. It hurt him to hear her cries, he had destroyed people she held dear. Maybe four ancient dragons was a bit much…maybe just maybe…but he felt if they could survive this then they would be truly ready, ready to destroy him the one who created them, toyed with them, broke them. If they could destroy the one he called thordak then they could surely destroy him, sighing he waved his hand over his book, looking in on her she was with the rogue, that relationship he had let happen, why had he let that slip by, he’ll never know. Why he let most things they did slip by he’ll never know. His eyes squinted as he watched her press her burning palm to his back, when had he written this, oh yes now he remembers, the guild, the stalker, the human tongues, he had written it one night, simple side notes in his book of creation. Sighing he shook his head waving his hand again as they walked forward a wyavren, that seemed useless as they stealthiest past it. Sighing he turned away looking at the endless clocks around him all of different people he created, Kima, allura, Gilmore, Uriel, salda, thorbir, kashaw, zarha, Lilith, and Lyra all ticked in time together. Raising his hand he removed Uriel’s, that clock had stopped ticking already, sighing he crushed it in his hand watching it turn to dust, it was a shame he liked Uriel, the man had be so fun to write. Sighing he tapped the dragon orbs clock seeing it falter slightly, the red scaled dragon born…he was gone now, why keep his clock, memory’s maybe…walking over he opened keyleths clock, examining it, it spun slowly as she slept, it’s ticking was slightly reminiscent of a bird chirping. Shaking his head he closed it, her clock would run out at some point, all of them would, why did it pain him, he could simply create a new world, just as he had done before, always time to create new worlds, always time to write, always time to destroy…sighing he sat in his throne his large book in front of him, waving his hand the book closed the title present, a dark black burn on the purple book ‘vox machina’ why had he called them that…maybe it was to show strength, maybe unity. Sighing he laid back, his eyes were tired, his hands ached, his mind swam with ideas for everything, new clocks were popping all around him, sighing he removed his wrappings, opening his eyes, he could see everything, so much, so many things, ideas swam around him, closing his eyes quickly he remembered why he kept the wrapping on, sighing he tied them back on. Maybe he would let the world sleep, give him some form of rest, waving his hand the world in his mind went black, sitting back he sat and waited…waited for them…waiting to create…and destroy.

Matt Murdock X Reader

Title: The Right Decision

Pairings: Matt Murdock X Reader
Steve Rogers X Reader (Mentioned)

Warnings: Cursing, I guess

Notes: Hey! I’m Alysha, and this is my first published fanfic on tumblr! Hope you all enjoy it. This is based off of a conversation I had last night with @fan-fic-super-chick so enjoy!

The night was cold. I wore a long sleeved button up, my collar flipped down over my hoodie. I took my phone out of my pocket to check the time, but I was so nervous that I just glanced at my phone and clicked it off. I walked down the streets of Brooklyn to a small apartment complex alongside a small coffee shop that was closing up for the night. I took out my phone again to actually check the time, and it was 9:28. The shop closed up at 9:45. I walked over to the small establishment to order two hot chocolates. The cashier was nice, and I told her to keep the change off of my ten dollar bill. She was grateful.

I walked back down to the apartment complex and opened the door, to which I was welcomed by three flights of stairs. I walked up two of the flights of stairs after closing the door behind me and rang a buzzer when I was there. I was then greeted by a groggy looking Clint. His eyes were squinting due to the light in the hallway, and his hair was tossled.
“Falling asleep already, Barton?”
“Shut up. Was watchin’ cartoons.”
I extended my arm with the cocoa, and he gladly accepted.

“So, why do you come bearing gifts?” He asked as he waited for his drink to cool down. He clicked the mute button on his remote control and silence fell over the room.
“I need advice,” I replied, looking him in the eye. He looked at me expectantly.
“I- uhm… oh God, how do I put this? Uh, oh jeez…” I stammered.
“Spit it out, woman.” He said, and burned his tongue, as the impatient bastard he is.
“I, uh… I don’t think I love Steve anymore…” I said, and Clint choked on his hot chocolate. He was silent for a while. So was I.

“I think I’m in love with someone else…” I murmured.
“Well? Don’t leave me hanging!” He exlaimed, placing his coffee down on the table in front of him, his cartoons silently playing in front of us.
“Is it… is it Matt?”
“I-… I think I’m in love with Matt…”
Another silence fell across the room.
“I’ve been, like, daydreaming about him lately, and… and I’ve been thinking… that, I think I’d be happier with Matt than with Steve…” I babbled out.
He inhaled sharply.
“You can have two people, right?”
I smiled a small smile and rolled my eyes half-heartedly at him.
“Like, choose one and secretly love the other?” He asked. I smiled softly at my feet, “Even if I do that, who do I choose?”
He sighed.
“I don’t love Steve as much as I did before…”
He looked at me.
“I think…” I said, my sentence half finished.
“I think?!” He repeated, waiting for my answer.
“I think Matt overthrew Steve like ancient Chinese dynasty rulers.”
Clint let out a hearty laugh and sipped his drink.
“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Matt. I think you need to pop in one of those old Captain America movies.”

My heart… did something, as I was about to say what I was going to say.
“I love Matt constantly. But every time I look at Steve and his smile and hear him talk and how nice he is I fall in love all over again.”
“THEN pop in a Captain America movie, sit your ass on my couch, and let’s watch it.” He said, went over to his TV, and browsed the bottom part of his TV stand, which held old movies, cartoons, and aparently, Captain America movies. I got up behind him.
“Clint, Clint stop, hold on, just… just wait. I don’t think watching a movie is going to… to do anything anymore… and why do you have Captain America movies?”
“Uhm…” He replied, searching for an excuse.
“You know what, nevermind.” I said, and plopped down on the couch.

“Figure your shit out, woman.” He said playfully.
“I think… I think I know what I’m gonna do.”
“Stop thinking!” He exclaimed.
“I’m gonna break up with Steve.” “No…” I hesitated, “I KNOW that’s what I’m gonna do.” I declared.
“I’m gonna make myself happy for once.” I finished, sipping my drink.
“Which means? Asked Clint.
“Fuck them both and date Tony?” He suggested, and we both laughed.
“ ‘If you find yourself between two people,’ I used to say, ‘always choose the second one, because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen in love again.’ ” I quoted, and sighed.
“Oh my god!” I shouted.
“What?” Clint asked, looking around, confused.
“I’m in a freakin’ love triangle! I fucking hate those!”
“Ugh!” He groaned. I hated love triangles. They always seemed so pointless, and choice had always seemed so obvious in books and movies and fanfictions. But this wasn’t any of those. This was real life. Yet, the choice still seemed obvious.

“I’m gonna… fuck.” I cut myself off, mid sentence after I realised something.
“Yeah, me too.” Said Clint, and I rolled my eyes.
“No,” I started, “ I… what if…”
“Oh my god stop thinking!” He repeated.
“What if… Matt doesn’t like me back?” I asked, looking at Clint.
“Nope, nope, noping the fuck out of this situation.” Said Clint, and took both of our empty cups to throw them away.
“Clint!” I called after him, twisting my neck to look back at him. He threw out the cups and rummaged through his cabinets. Same old Clint I’ve ever known.

“I don’t know, Clint. It’s just… whenever I was with Steve, something… didn’t feel right. Like something was missing. I don’t feel that with Matt. I don’t know, Clint. My feelings are conflicting. Is that love? Have I not been in love with Steve this whole time? Welp, guess it’s time to play some Foreigner.”
Clint laughed from the kitchen as I heard the microwave beep.
He came bac over to me with a cup of ramen noodles. He held out his fork, and I politely declined.
“Maybe I’ll have a chance with Matt…”
I said. Clint said nothing in reply. I looked over at him and he was trying to use his tongue to get the noodles out of the cup, a perfectly functional fork in his right hand.
“Shit. I have to break up with Steve first. That’s like, a thing I have to do.”
“Okay, think first,” Clint started. And I kind of blew up on him.
“You just told me to stop fucking thinking!” I shouted, playfully at first.
“I stopped thinking! I stopped fucking thinking! And my heart chose Matt over Steve!” I declared, more to myself than anyone else.
“Well start fucking thinking!” He yelled back.
He sighed.
“Leave me to pick up the pieces…” He said.
“Alright. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go break up with Steve. Thank you, Clint. I appreciate this.”
“Appreciate what?” He asked.
“Appreciate letting me into your apartment to rant about my crisis problems.”
“It’s no problem.” He reassured. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same.
“I know you would do the same for me, (Y/N). Now go, go break up with your current boyfriend to get together with your future boyfriend.” He smiled, and so did I, “Thanks again, Barton.”
“No problem, (Y/L/N)”

The breakup with Steve went pretty smooth, but felt worse than 50 lashes with a cat-o’-nines tail. He understood completely, and kissed my cheek before I left, which made me question if I was making the right decision or not. I’m not gonna lie, I shed a few tears on the way back home. As soon as I got back to my room in my apartment, I toppled onto my bed, shedding my shoes, socks, and pants to climb into the patched colors of grey, black, and off-white. I closed my eyes, hoping that I’ve made the right decision.

I opened my eyes the next morning and laid there for a while. I stared at the chipped paint on my off-white wall before pulling myself away in search of food. I pulled myself out of bed, and immediately remembered a whole bunch of things at once. 1) I broke up with Steve the night before, 2) I’m supposed to be going over to ask out Matt, And 3) It was fucking Valentine’s day today.  Oh god. My muscles were sore for no reason, and I stretched to try and relieve some of the pain, which worked, but not completely. I walked over to my white dresser and pulled out a nice white button down and a pair of khakis. I reflected on my life for a moment while I asked myself, “Were these the best pair of clothes I own?” I rolled my eyes as I refused to answer my question and put on my clothes. I ran the only brush I owned through my hair a few times before deeming myself looking slightly decent. I dabbed some perfume on my wrists and neck before grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet, to walk out the door. I realized as my stomach growled that I hadn’t had breakfast, and figured I could just pick up something on the way there. I checked my watch which read 9:32, and made my way to Dunkin Dounuts and the supermarket.

I got to Matt’s apartment at around 10:11 AM. I had stopped by the drive through at DD’s to grab an egg, bacon, cheese croissant, before making my way down to the supermarket to grab something for him. I picked up a balloon with a tiny stuffed red and white monkey on it. I blushed furiously as I realized what I was doing. God, I’m such a fucking cheeseball, I thought to myself.
I pulled myself out of my car after staring at his apartment window, debating whether or not this was a good idea. No, I said to myself, this is the right idea, you broke up with Steve for this, I said to myself. I felt a pang of guilt and hurt at the reminder but went up to the door of his apartment building.

I pulled myself up the stairs of his complex before coming to his door. I sighed, and let my head fall on his door with a slam. With the balloon/sruffed animal thing in hand, I went to knock, but pulled away. It didn’t matter anyways, because Matt beat me to it and opened the door. His hair was ruffled and messy and it took everything in my power to not run my hands through it to fix it.
“Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?” He said, smiling. As soon as he smiled, I knew I had made the right choice. I wanted to be with Matt. I wanted to be the cause of that smile. I wanted t wake up next to him. I wanted to run my hands through his messy hair. I wanted to-
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)! Its the Mothership calling!” He inturrupted, and I smiled.
“Hey Matt.” I said, and loved the way his name felt on my lips. I was tempted to say it again, but he invited me into his apartment. I walked in and he closed the door, following behind me. I sat down on his couch as I looked at him. He wore a simple black shirt and sweatpants, and here I was in the best clothes I owned. Jesus Christ…
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice. His hands ran over the cabinet handles, counting them, before he reached one towards the middle, pulled it open, and reached for a cup. He poured some into one and offered me some silently. I shook my head no. He still looked at me.
“Oh! Right, sorry Matt, nah, I’m good.”
He smiled before putting away the juice and coming to sit down next to me. I looked at his eyes and the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a sunlight-through-whiskey color. I shook my head to remember what I was doing. Right. Asking him out. Right.
I held out my balloon, “Happy Valentine’s day.” I said, and he looked surprised.
“Oh yeah,” he said, “it is valentine’s day.” I grabbed his hand and he gave a puzzled look before I guided it to the string and the plush toy. He gave another gorgeous smile.
“Aw, thank you, (Y/N),” he looked disappointed. “I didn’t get anything for you, if I would’ve known you were coming over today I would’ve-” He said, but I cut him off.
“I know, Matt. It’s fine” I said sincerely, smiling at him. I watched as he fiddled with the plushie, running his hands over the ears and the soft fur.
“Made sure it wasn’t cotton.” I murmured.
“ 'know you don’t like cotton.” I said.
He smiled again, then frowned.
“Thank you. But shouldn’t you be spending valentine’s day with Steve, and not me?” He asked. Welp, here goes nothing. I sighed. I let my head rest on the back of his couch.
“I broke up with Steve.” I said, and sighed again, before putting my hands behind my head. I felt a dip in the couch as Matt sat on the one I was sitting on.
“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. What happened? If, you don’t mind, of course.” He said. God, he was so polite and cute.
“I dunno,” I started, “I guess it just, wasn’t working out. I didn’t feel right with him. I don’t know if I ever felt right with him. Steve is a great guy, but… I don’t know… not for me, I guess.” I explained, and I felt the plush of the toy on my shoulder. Matt made a funny voice and said, “Aw, well, Mr. Snuffles is gonna make it all better.” And I felt the plush nuzzle my skin. I laughed. Then he laughed.
“Thanks, Matt,” I said, “but I didn’t come here for Mr. Snuggles or whatever-”
“Snuffles,” he corrected, smiling.
“Same thing,” I said, chuckling, “I uh, I broke up with Steve because I found someone else.” My tone became serious.
The look on his face dropped. “Oh.” He said.
“I uh, I came here because, uhm, I uh, I though I could be happier with you.” I felt my heart leap at he words. And then it dropped when Matt didn’t say anything for a bit. Oh no. Oh no oh no. Did I make the right decision? He doesn’t like me. Oh no, I fucked up. I fucked up our friendship and everything we had and fucking hell I’m an idiot. He smiled softly. Then chuckled.
“God, you have no idea how awesome you’ve just made my day.” He said.
I looked over at him expectantly.
“Hm?” I asked. He leaned over, and pressed a kiss to my lips. His lips were soft and warm and felt so fucking right.  I knew then, well, I guess I had always known, that I made the right decision. The stuffed animal fell the the floor along with the balloon tied to it, and I pulled away from the kiss, burying my head into his warm shoulder. “I made the right decision, Matt. I knew it the moment you opened that door.” I said, my words muffled by his shirt.
“Well, you know what they say.” He said, resting his head on mine.
“What? What do they say?” I teased.
“Love is an open door.” He said, and I felt his smile grow wider.
“Oh my god, Matthew Murdock.” I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. I gave in to my urge and ran my fingers through his artfully messy hair. I had made the right decision. I knew it the moment I stepped through that door.