matt is perfect in every way

Red (Negan x Female)

Summary: Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red…

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 3,081

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: Ohhhh boyyyy. So I wrote this for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s new writing challenge. I know it’s not due for a while, but I’ve had the idea in my head for weeks and wanted to get it out while it’s fresh. I hope you guys enjoy!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader and giving me such wonderful feedback. You’re the best.

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anonymous asked:

guess what? thats right more shitposts; matt: "neil is perfect in every way" dan: "false" matt: "explain" dan: "he eats pineapple on pizza" matt, through gritted teeth: "neil is perfect in every way", neil is too short to be a good armrest for matt but does that stop him? no, "a wise man once said 'im fine'" "matt i s2g", wymack: "wheres neil?" matt: "idk probably in the vents" neil, from the vents: "hi coach" nicky: (screams), neil: "FUCKING HELL" matt: "language!" neil: "FUCKING HECK"


also matt would totally tweet random shit neil says and present it as gospel like “a wise man once said, don’t ever take anyone’s shit - especially if it’s kevin day, don’t take his shit especially” 

It wasn’t entirely their fault.

“You missed a spot there,” Dan said, indicating on her own neck where the concealer Aaron had hastily dabbed on this morning had rubbed thin.
Allison snorted and tapped Renee’s shoulder, pointing with her water bottle, “there, yeah, I see it too. Didn’t know sweet little Katelyn was into into that.”
“Shut up,” he said, quickly ridding the panic from his expression and getting up to leave.
“Don’t go.” Matt grinned, “you know, it was a rough game yesterday, some bruises are to be expected.”
Aaron overheard part of another comment from Dan, and then the sound of his roommate’s laughter before the door closed and hid Aaron’s furious flushed face from them. He put a hand up to his neck, feeling for the mark that was there. For a moment he closed his eyes and was still and allowed his heart to race at the memory of chapped lips and hands and heat, and then he cursed and snuck down the hall into the girls’ empty dorm.
He’d pay them back for the makeup later.

It wasn’t entirely Andrew’s fault.

They hadn’t been to Columbia in almost a month because everyone was busy studying for tests and whatnot- even Kevin was worn out at the end of practice everyday. He was glad to be going now, even though he had to ride crammed between Nicky and the door in the maserati and even though the ice cream at Sweetie’s and the loud music at Eden’s weren’t really his scene.
The dim lighting at the club and the mass of moving bodies made it easy to slip away unnoticed. Not that they had to sneak around. Just that it was easier this way, for both of them. They didn’t have to answer questions or deal with gawking teammates.
The two had almost lost themselves in the alcohol on each others’ breath when Kevin opened his eyes and spotted Aaron across the room.
He narrowed his eyes and straightened up to look, earning him a protest from the boy in his arms. The little blond head looked over, directly at them, and then bobbed through the crowd, seeming to go back towards the tables. Not Aaron. Obviously it was not Aaron. He watched Andrew disappear and then shook the thought from his mind and turned his attention back to his previous engagement.
It seemed their peace was not meant to be kept that night though, with the way a hand tangled itself in his hair and gripped tight and pulled. Kevin was turned around, dragged down to eye level. There was Andrew again, now much closer. Right in the taller boy’s face, in fact. He kept one hand still in Kevin’s hair and waved a knife with the other
“fuck- Andrew, what the fuck?” A voice behind Kevin demanded angrily.
Andrew’s attention didn’t leave Kevin’s face though. He scanned it with cold eyes, locked onto the tattoo on his cheek, appearing for an interval to be almost confused.
They had hid this from him. Of course he was surprised, and most likely pissed. Not necessarily because he really cared. Only because he made it a habit to know things.
Andrew made a rude sound and pressed the knife to Kevin’s throat nearly hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t say anything, didn’t have to.
Kevin knew that was the only warning he’d get.

It wasn’t entirely Neil’s fault.

Aaron hated French. Hated everything about the language. Hated how it sounded and how it looked on paper. It was like grammatical filigree, full of unnecessary lines and flourishes.
He found himself learning it, though. Little phrases at first- just enough to be able to curse, and then really mean it when he follows it up with “pardon my french”. That, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t convenient to be able to eavesdrop on Neil and Kevin (even if they only talked exy 90% of the time).
So here he was, headphones around his neck playing music and his elbow on the table with his cheek on his fist, jotting down notes on flashcards and half-listening to them talk about which pro-team Kevin should join when he graduates, even though that was still a year or two away.
It was something Aaron tried not to think about, Kevin leaving. Not seeing him around the fox tower or on the court anymore. What would the foxhole court even be like once Kevin Day stepped off of it as Palmetto State’s #2 Striker for the last time?
He took a deep breath, took a shot and then tried to focus on his cards. Aaron almost smiled to himself at the way Kevin reached over, unthinking, and refilled the small glass for him while still rambling on about-
The tip of lead in Aaron’s mechanical pencil broke.
He wasn’t fluent in french, but he caught on that Neil was talking about that team.
“Thea.” Aaron hadn’t meant to speak.
Eyes were on him now, though. Nicky, who looked up from his call with Erik out of curiosity. Andrew, who probably understood about as much of the conversation as Aaron had, and who now tracked his brother and Kevin with measuring eyes. Neil, who had just been about to ask if Kevin was considering joining Muldani’s team. And Kevin. Kevin, who looked surprised. Kevin, who looked cautious. Kevin, who looked as if he wanted to say something, but who knew better in their present company.
Aaron cleared his throat, adjusted his headphones, gestured between Kevin and Neil and said, “you were… thinking about playing for the same pro team as Thea? That’s what you guys were… talking about?”
“No,” Kevin answered them, “I, uh, I have a few other teams lined up to choose from.”
It was enough to bore Nicky and enough to appease Andrew. Neil just nodded and kept talking stats. Kevin went back to bickering with him.
Under the table, a fingernail traced a line across Aaron’s knee. He put his free hand down too and laced their fingers together, giving Kevin’s hand a gentle squeeze, which was immediately returned.
The fear in him quieted.

It wasn’t entirely Nicky’s fault.

Kevin didn’t hate Nicky.
He was a bit much, a bit loud, a bit all over the place. But he was also the kind of person that grew on you in the oddest way imaginable.
Nicky was a half-awake late night run to the convenient store for a bag of ice in the middle of summer. He was a companion on the couch to point out all the obvious references that Kevin didn’t catch from the movies he didn’t get to watch when he was growing up at Evermore. He was someone who cared freely and without hesitation.
But he was also someone who never knew when to fucking shut up.
Maybe it was Kevin’s fault.
They were all dead on their feet on the court. He had been pushing for longer practices and harder drills since they were nearing their final game of the year and were going to play against the Trojans. It made the rest of the foxes down right irritable.
But this was the atmosphere in which Nicky seemed to thrive. The more upset people became, the harder he tried to lighten their spirits. He pulled out all the stops. Brought out all the jokes and jibes in his arsenal.
Unfortunately, he became even more amorous as well.
He clung mostly to Matt, because Matt was kinder- probably even reminded him a little of Erik in some ways. But every now and then he sent an overly dramatic wink towards Kevin. Blew kisses. He whistled and whooped at him across the court when Kevin made a shot at the goal or perfected a technique. It was obvious that it was upsetting Aaron. Kevin had to give Nicky credit, though, it wasn’t until they were getting ready to head to the locker rooms that he really damned himself.
Kevin couldn’t bring himself to care when a hand slapped his shoulder and he heard Nicky say “looking good, baby,” as he passed by. He did, however, catch the tuft of blond hair dart by from the corner of his eye.
Aaron tripped over a fallen racquet on his way to tackling Nicky, though, and he went down. The older boy spun around at the sound of his cousin yelping in pain and quickly bent down to help him but Aaron just pushed him away.
“Fuck off,” he growled, attempting to stand up but landing hard on his ass again. Kevin saw him press a hand to his ankle and wince. He quickly position himself in between his boyfriend and Nicky, scooping Aaron up and gently caring him off the court, setting him on a bench so that he could survey the damage. The foxes were gathering around them.
“Are you okay, baby?” Kevin asked, loud enough to stop the others in their tracks.
Aaron had been trying to stand again but promptly toppled over at this. Kevin caught him by the arms.
“I- my, um- my ankle,” Aaron stuttered, blood rushing to his face and making him red from the tips of his ears down to his chest.
Everyone was behind him, so when Kevin smiled, only Aaron saw it. Aaron blinked at the realization that he liked it that way. This wasn’t Kevin’s over animated camera smile. It wasn’t his murderous “wake me up one more time before noon, I dare you” smile. It wasn’t the smile that accompanied his nervous laughter in a fit of panic. It was real, and it was rare, and Aaron wondered how long it had been stifled before Kevin had switched teams.
The thought broke his heart.
Kevin had knelt down and was checking Aaron’s ankle, but he stood up again now, and as he stood he swept his arms under Aaron’s knees and shoulders, effectively lifting him off the ground once more.
“Come on, Baby,” Kevin said, “we’ll get changed and go home so you can prop it up.”
Everyone was watching, they had to be. It felt somehow like a tidal wave and a weight off both of their chests all at once.
Let them look. Kevin was his.
A sense of belonging settled over Aaron. He briefly wondered if this was what Neil felt all times Aaron had seen him fiddling with his keys. It made him hate the small striker a bit less. Because he understood now.
It felt like he was coming home.

It was all Kevin’s fault.

asexualanders replied to your post “every time matt or marisha references their engagement my heart grows…”

oh my god ok, so I met matt and marisha tonight at a con, and the guy in front of me in line for autographs brought up the fact that he had met marisha’s mom, and Matt went on for a good 3 minutes about how he couldn’t have a more perfect soon to be mother-in-law, and how much he loves her. it was so sweet, and it’s really something to see the way matt shows his happiness with his entire self when he talks about how much he loves marisha, I nearly died

!!!!!!!! that’s so sweet omg

Iron Fist Countdown: 7 Days

Danny’s Superpowers

    Danny is the most powerful member of the Netflix Defenders team. Or at least, he has the greatest power potential. In addition to his mad kung fu skills, the uses for the chi of Shou-Lao could (and, in fact, do) fill an entire book, and the vast power it grants its wielders is ever-evolving. Even Danny hasn’t yet learned everything he’s capable of. Here are some of the highlights of what various Iron Fists have achieved over the years, and of what we might possibly see in the show.  

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٩(๑・ิᴗ・ิ)۶ Another Kylux Fic Rec!

Dedicated to the three recently recieved anons, who wanted me to recommend some Quality Kylux Goodness™. Here you go.

what’s real or isn’t by @brawlite​ | au - modern setting, horror, monster!kylo, explicit, WIP

Hux’s new house is not haunted. It isn’t.

Psychomachia by @longstoryshortikilledhim | canon compliant, action&adventure, dark comedy, this is my personal favourite fic of all time not kidding, explicit, WIP

“I should’ve met your earlier, Captain Hux. You would’ve seduced me to the winning side right away, and I wouldn’t have wasted my time on a ruined planet with a half-crazed hermit and a dozen little jerks. I would’ve followed you to the end of the world.”

By the time the events of SW:TFA unfold, Armitage Hux and Kylo Ren are bitter exes. This is what happened before.

This Night at the Edge of the World by @nookienostradamus | techienician, au - modern setting, slowburn, friends-to-lovers, explicit

It starts the way a pornographic film might: one summer, cable installment technician Matt begins a torrid affair with Madeline, the disaffected widow of a pharmaceutical executive. It seems to be a perfect match - both of them volatile, both of them lost. But it isn’t long before Matt meets Madeline’s son, a reclusive and put-upon young man who is known by his few friends simply as “Techie.” As the bond with Madeline begins to deteriorate, Matt becomes increasingly fascinated with Techie, and Techie with him, and a relationship begins that is unlike any either of them has ever had.

Make every moment right. by @robokittens | au - coffeeshop, enemies to lovers, it’s hilarious trust me, explicit

Really, Ren reflects, he should try and be more in touch with his own feelings. If he’s going to be a writer — well, he is a writer; if he’s going to be a successful writer, he needs to be able to embrace the full spectrum of human emotion.

As it is, he’s just kind of embracing a desire to punch his coworker in the dick.

Kylo Ren’s Adventures With Fanfic Tropes by @sithofren | crack, crack, crack, but it’s awesome, mature

(AKA ‘five million times he tried to seduce the annoying General and one time Phasma helped out’.)

Anyone But You by zamwessell | au - college/university, (un)resolved sexual tension, drunk texting, explicit

Hux has always had a plan for his life. It’s going well. He’s following in his father’s footsteps with the College Republicans and writing for the prestigious “First Order” campus conservative magazine with his new friend Dopheld Mitaka.

Until he meets Mitaka’s roommate, Kylo Ren – who is everything he shouldn’t want.

and your hand in mine by yasgorl | au - modern setting, dom/sub, unhealty realtionship, age gap, expilicit

“I’m not a very nice person,” Hux says. Ben’s gaze snaps to Hux’s face, dark eyes intent. “Do you like spending time with people who aren’t very nice to you?”

it don’t come in a shot glass by @cracktheglasses | au - modern setting, millicent is important, kylo is just a brat, explicit

Kylo hates his job, his life, his hot neighbor Hux, cats, turning thirty, and everything, not necessarily in that order.

Well, maybe cats – and Hux – are OK. Whatever. Being thirty still blows.

 I Get Off by @robinasnyder | okay, this fic is classic, porn with plot, hux is a creep and ren enjoy things a little too much, explicit

Ren catches Hux spying on him while he changes, and decides to make use of the situation.

Matt: Baby pen…?

Matt: OH! You want to see my baby girl?! She’s the light of my life! She’s perfect in every way! When she kicks her tiny feet against the floor, it inspires my drumming! She’s too cute!

Matt: Let me go get her out of her hutch. You guys will love her, I promise!

Matt: Meet Toast! She’s everything. We found her not too long after I first came home. She was injured in our back yard. We helped each other recover from our ordeals.

Matt: We’ve been inseparable ever since! She normally hangs out in our garage when we’re practicing, other than that she hangs out in my room safe and sound in her big hutch Tom built for her! She made these past months easy on me. I wouldn’t give her up for anyone! She’s my best friend.


“From the beginning she was impossible. The impossible girl. Met her in the Dalek Asylum, never saw her face, and she died. Met her again in Victorian London, and she died. Saved my life both times by giving her own. But now she’s back, and we’re running together and she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me. Except she can’t remember that we ever met. Clara…my Clara. Always brave, always funny. Always exactly what I need. Perfect. Too perfect. You get used to not knowing. Thought I never would. I was wrong. I know who Clara Oswald is. I know how she came to be in my life and I know what she will always mean. I found out the truth the day we went to Trenzalore.” - The Doctor (He Said She Said)

Happy Birthday (Oikawa x Reader)

Team: Seijoh

Character: Oikawa Tooru


Warnings: Language, nsfw

Notes: Birthday AU because it was my birthday on the 6th! To whoever’s reading this, thank you for being a part of my life!


Originally posted by bunguo

“Man, these are heavy,” Oikawa complained, as he stood in the hallway, carrying a stack of gifts that reached all the way up to the ceiling.

Y/N giggled as she unlocked the door. “I could have carried them, you know.”

“No way,” Oikawa said stubbornly, following Y/N inside. “It’s your birthday, after all.”

He set the presents down on the couch, watching as Y/N headed into the kitchen. The way her pretty, frilly blue dress floated around her like a cloud definitely wasn’t good for his health. Even during the dinner, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, reaching over to keep at least one hand on her body. He’d promised himself earlier on in their relationship that he wasn’t going to do anything unless she asked him to—he honestly wanted Y/N to be his last—but his hands were getting itchier and itchier by every year that passed.

Poor, sweet Y/N didn’t know what she was doing to Oikawa, but if she did, she did a good job hiding it. Once, he’d seen her work at a particularly stubborn stain on the kitchen counter, scrubbing it as if her life depended on it. He’d had thoughts of something else making her bend over the counter and causing her breasts to move at quite an alarming rate.

Of course, he couldn’t take it out on her. He’d rather murder himself than take it out on some other girl, too—no, Oikawa knew that holding back would only make the actual thing feel a hundred times better.

He followed her into the kitchen, only to see her leaning against the counter, enjoying a cold soda. She was staring off into space, and Oikawa took it as an opportunity to enjoy the view. Her jaw, set permanently in a stubborn lock; her lips, painted a beautiful shade of matte red; her eyes, lined with perfect wings; the way her dress accentuated everything he loved about her.

“You get more and more beautiful every year,” Oikawa said, smiling as he leaned against the kitchen counter in front of her.

Y/N only smiled; the genuine, beautiful smile that captured Oikawa’s heart from the start. “Thank you.”

Oikawa walked over to her just as she set her soda can down. He loved the way that whenever he pressed against her, every curve and every angle complemented his figure. Her height was perfect; whenever she hugged him, her face buried into the crook of his neck. Everything about her was perfect—as far as he was concerned, Y/N L/N was perfect..

He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. His hand reached up to cup her face, swiping his thumb across her lips, feeling every steady exhale that escaped them.

“Tooru,” she whispered.


“Can…can I ask you something?”

He pressed his lips against her hairline. “Go ahead.”

“I, um…” Y/N bit her lip, and Oikawa looked at her in confusion as she buried her face in his chest.

“Is there something wrong, Y/N?”

“No, no,” she said quickly, her voice muffled by the way her face was pressed against his front. “It’s just…I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Oikawa lifted her chin up, and saw that a faint blush had settled across her cheeks. She was nervous, judging by the way she fidgeted with his clothes. He picked up on her request easily, and he nearly exploded with joy. He managed to keep his cool demeanor on, despite feeling like he’d won a particularly difficult match.

“Are you…” he asked, in a whisper. “Are you sure…?”

Y/N mutely nodded, clutching at Oikawa’s already-wrinkled suit. Her breaths were coming in quick, short intervals, and she attempted to ease her nerves by pressing her body even closer to his. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her tightly, intoxicated by her presence and dazed from the close proximity.

As if he might suddenly die, he yanked her chin up and slammed his lips onto hers, desperately craving the way they molded perfectly against each other. This was a lot different from their regular, sweet kisses—it was almost like Y/N was no longer holding back, and even pulled his face closer to hers. She tilted her head to allow even more contact, and Oikawa moaned into her mouth.

She exhaled sharply as he moved from her lips down to her neck, pinning her to the counter and running his hands down her body. She could sense the urgency in the way he rolled his hips against hers, and as he left countless marks on her neck. Suddenly, Y/N was afraid that he would take it too far.

“Hold on,” she breathed. “Tooru, I…”

“What…?” Although it might be painful for him, Oikawa pulled away, breathless. His hues were covered by a thick layer of lust, which made Y/N swallow nervously.

“I…will it hurt…?” The childish question fell from her lips immediately.

Oikawa sighed, and ran a thumb across her swollen lips. “I’ve heard it does,” he answered honestly. “I mean…for you girls, I guess. But if we were to do it, I’d do everything I can to make it less painful for you. If you want to, of course.”

Y/N tried to focus her thoughts, and control her breathing. So many things were running through her head, too many to name. But she was too caught up in him—his scent, his voice, his touch…she craved more, if that was even possible.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“You sure?” Oikawa’s voice was gentle, as if he was trying not to scare her away. His smile was so warm and so genuine, she wanted to melt into that moment forever.

“With you, I’m sure.”


“I’ve never met anyone like you.”

His lips were everywhere, and her brain was going up in flames. She could only feel how he tenderly brushed her hair away from her neck, only to plant several more kisses on the exposed skin.

Her dress lay on the ground, and he’d discarded his suit jacket and polo away, leaving his top bare. Y/N couldn’t resist—she ran a hand down his toned front, touching every muscle that he had worked to attained for years on end.

Oikawa couldn’t stop himself—he shivered as her hand traced every line of his being. He leaned in to capture their lips in a brief but sweet kiss, running his hands across her bare skin, backing her onto the bed.

The air was knocked out of her lungs as Y/N fell onto the mattress, and was caged in by Oikawa’s strong, lean arms. The way he looked at her was so intense and at the same time so warm, she almost shied away from him.

“Beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he whispered in her ear, as he started to pull off her underwear. “Why didn’t I discover you sooner?”

“Maybe because…” Y/N sucked in a rattling breath as he ran two fingers down her soaked entrance. “…because you were busy conquering other women.”

“Hmm, that’s true,” Oikawa admitted, laughing. “But there’s no one but you now. You know it.”

“You promise?”

“I swear on my own life and the intensity of Iwa-chan’s punches.”

Y/N let a giggle escape her lips, but it was quickly replaced by a moan as Oikawa slipped a tentative finger inside her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” she answered. “More.”

He grinned and obliged, adding another finger and pumping them slowly. Y/N was no stranger to this, having spent several nights alone and at the same time derived from Oikawa’s presence, but it was an entirely different thing when he did it.

Her back arched, and Oikawa took it as a sign to move faster. “Look at you, so responsive,” he crooned, causing Y/N to whimper. “Have you been waiting for me to do this?”


“Come on,” Oikawa whispered. “Say it. I won’t let you come until you do so.”

Her eyes widened as she felt the familiar curl of heat in her abdomen, rapidly pushing her to the edge. If Oikawa stopped now, she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“I…yeah, I have,” she breathed, her breaths coming in quick, short pants. “It’s entirely different when you do it…oh, Tooru…”

“Oh yeah? You’ve been touching yourself, haven’t you?” Oikawa could feel himself getting so hard it was starting to hurt. The thought of Y/N sprawled out on a bed, hand in between her legs, letting out soft noises of appreciation along with the constant whimpers of his name…

“Y-yes,” Y/N admitted. “Ahh, fuck, Tooru…”

“Come for me, baby.”

Y/N obliged, arching her back and releasing around Oikawa’s fingers. Her toes curled, and she gripped the sheets so tightly, her knuckles turned white. Oikawa watched in fascination as she rode out her high, moaning his name all the while.

As she collapsed on the bed, panting, Oikawa began to rid himself of his pants and boxers, relishing in the memory of having made Y/N come. He raised the same fingers that he used on her and, careful to make eye contact, slowly sucked on them.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and her legs tightened together as Oikawa greedy lapped up her release on his fingers. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she attempted to control her breathing as Oikawa pulled his fingers out of his mouth.

He reached over to the drawers and pulled a condom out, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. With two quick pumps, he rolled the plastic over his length, successfully covering himself.

Before she knew it, Oikawa had returned to hover over her, gently placing his forehead on hers.

“If it hurts, you have to tell me,” he whispered.

Y/N nodded, and braced herself as she felt his tip line up with her entrance. Holding her breath, she felt Oikawa push himself in.

Y/N had heard various stories of people at school losing their virginities for the first time. Most of them were near-terrifying, claiming to have bled everywhere, lasted for six seconds, and both went to bed awkward and unsatisfied. She caught Oikawa glancing at her more than once when the topic was brought up, and it hadn’t occurred to her that he somehow might have wondered if the same thing would happen to them.

But compared to said stories, the whole thing was alright. He slipped in easily enough, and though it stung, it slowly began to ebb away under a wave of pleasure.

Oikawa felt like high-fiving himself as he completely filled her up. She was so turned on and wet enough that he felt like he just slipped into her, and he wanted to scold himself for worrying that she wouldn’t be able to handle the pain.

God, she was tight. Oikawa hissed as Y/N clenched up around him, and the seconds that passed in that position were almost torture for him and his raging hormones.

“You…you okay?” he stuttered.

“Fine,” Y/N answered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “M-move.”

At first, his pace was slow, testing the waters to see what she liked. He delighted in the fact that Y/N moaned every single time his hips rolled into hers, and when she pressed her lips against his neck, he picked up the pace.

At some point, Y/N wrapped both of her legs around Oikawa’s waist. The new angle had them groaning in seconds, particularly for Y/N. Oikawa had hit something deep inside her that drew her even closer to the edge, and her moans picked up on frequency and pitch.

“Tooru, Tooru, Tooru…”

“I know,” he grunted, as he went even faster. “I’m close, too.”

He was taken by surprise as Y/N grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down for a long kiss. She broke apart only to put her lips by his ear and whispered, “I love you.”

The tenderness and genuineness of her statement pushed Oikawa over the edge, and he came into the condom, hard. While he was busy riding out his high, Y/N had come as well, whispering his name over and over.

After both of them had recovered, Oikawa pulled out, albeit reluctantly, to throw the used condom in the trash. Y/N pulled the covers over her, trying to settle the erratic beating of her heart and the fact that she just had sex, on her birthday, with the man she loved more than life itself.

The combination of events, however, satisfied her.

“What are you smiling about?” Oikawa asked, as he crawled into bed next to her.

“Oh, nothing,” Y/N said, snuggling into his embrace. “Just thinking about the fact that this was the best birthday ever.”

Oikawa smirked. “Of course. I’m the best gift that anyone can give.”

“Oh, shut up, Tooru.”

He kissed the top of her head, smiling. “Happy birthday, Y/N. I love you.”

His eyes fell on the top of the drawer closet, where he had hastily piled a bunch of his clothes on top of a small gift that he had planned to give her the next day.

And I’ll love you for more birthdays to come.

Butterflies and Hurricanes

Genre: it’s like, fluff and kind of angsty.

Words: 6,135 (I am sorry.)

Warnings: Negative thoughts, maybe? Some swearing too.

Summary: Phil Lester, also known as AmazingPhil, ends up falling for the cute piano player who likes to play Muse on his recitals, even when he kept telling himself it would never happen. youtuber!Phil/pianoplayer!Dan

A/N: The AU no one was asking for! This only happened because I was like, “Man, I wonder if Dan knows how to play Butterflies and Hurricanes” and this is how it ended. oh god. I have no self-control. 

(also, I listened to Psycho, Hyper Music and Hyper Chondriac Music while writing this. You just need Matt Bellamy screaming not-romantic lyrics to write cheesy stuff.)

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Album Review - California (Deluxe) by blink-182

Alright guys, here’s the deal. I’ll to be skipping the whole pre-review rambling because there’s a lot to cover here. Just know that yes, I am reviewing California for a second time; there’s less hype and a lot less bias this time around, so I feel it’ll be a much more accurate review.

Anyway, let’s get to it! Track by track review of blink-182’s California! (Again!)

1. Cynical - Still to this day, this is easily one of my favorite tracks on California. I think what won me over the most was the aggression in this song. They really shake their ‘just another pop punk band’ image here with the fast paced drumming and the straight to the punch guitars combined with Matt’s shouting in the chorus. It’s a perfect way to start off such a different album and I love every bit of this song from start to finish. - 10/10

2. Bored to Death - Okay, I don’t care what anybody says. Putting aside how absolutely iconic this song is, Bored to Death is definitely one of the better put together tracks on California, and I’m counting both the standard and deluxe tracks. I mean yeah, the lyrics still don’t make a lot sense to me, but compared to the cheap and useless filler I’ve heard on the rest of the album these are relatively harmless. At least these can be open to some sort of interpretation. I really appreciate the darker feel here, and the bridge is easily my favorite of any blink song post-DeLonge. I just wish they would’ve stuck to this caliber with the rest of the album, and I really they would’ve left Matt alone in the chorus, especially live. That being said, this still remains a favorite and probably will even alongside future releases. - 8/10

3. She’s Out of Her Mind - Right off the bat, this was one of my favorites off the album. It still is, but now I think of this song more as a novelty. It’s simple, it’s catchy, but that’s really about it. The lyrics are juvenile and rather cliche, but I’d be lying if I said this song didn’t still excite me whenever I hear it. - 7/10

4. Los Angeles - Initially, I equated this song to garbage, a mainstream pop atrocity that not even Dark Lord Skiba himself could save. But, after a few thorough listens and seeing it live twice, I’m going a bit easier on this track. I mean, it’s still a pretty big thumbs down for me but it has its merits. For starters I can dig the fact that they experimented and deviated from the ‘old blink’ style they tried so hard for. Moreover, something about Mark Hoppus and the bridge of this song gets me every time. - 5/10

5. Sober - I honestly don’t understand why this track gets so much flack (heh, I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it). In my opinion it trumps a good portion of the rest of California by a long shot. It’s rather mellow and laid back, and again not nearly as try-hardy as some of its counterparts on the album. In fact, to me it does a good job of illustrating both the playful, happy-go-lucky and the frustrating, trying times of adolescence. Not to mention, this song got bonus points from me knowing the first verse was basically Matt’s autobiography. - 7/10

6. Built This Pool - I’m just going to say, I find this song way more amusing than I should. - 9/10

7. No Future - This is another track I enjoyed pretty thoroughly and still do despite countless plays. I adore everything about this song, in particular the way Matt makes his place in the chorus with the jolting “NO FUTURE!” and the intense buildup into Matt’s verse (which is to die for, says I) along with the novelty pop punk style it was crafted in (stop-and-go guitars, simple yet fulfilling drum fills, etc.). Speaking of drums, the way Travis closes this song out combined with the matching structure of the ‘na-na’s is nothing short of godlike. No Future will forever be a favorite of mine. - 10/10

8. Home Is Such a Lonely Place - You know, I despised this song when I first heard it; it was way too mopey and pseudo-deep for me to possibly get behind. And, to be honest, not a lot has changed in the way of that opinion. It’s so…mundane. I just, it drags the album down than anything else and it really doesn’t belong. - 4/10 

9. Kings of the Weekend - I can sum this song up in one word and one word only: excitement. Actually, this song is more like excitement with a side of FUCK YEAH!!. Aside from the opening track ‘Cynical’, this track hands down has the best instrumental on the album. The chorus errs more on the side of modern punk rock and it it sounds really well-done. Simple, but very well-done. Also, the opening drum line has to be some of the funkiest shit Travis has done in a blink-182 song. - 10/10

10. Teenage Satellites - *groan*…Ugh, this song nearly makes me sick at this point. It’s so adolescent it hurts. I can appreciate simple songs. I can appreciate youthful reminiscing (to an extent). But this song, this fucking song, this is where I draw the line. It’s a saccharine, adolescent mess of teenage cliches centered around an octave riff Mark strummed off the top of his head one day. I used to think this song was relatively decent but now I can’t help but cringe now whenever I listen to it. - 4/10

11. Left Alone - If I could put aside the cheap lyrics and the fact that this song is basically an Angels and Airwaves rip off, I feel like I’d enjoy it a lot more. I’ll admit, though, I am a sucker for the guitar lined throughout in the verses, and Matt’s vocals are pretty fierce when the chorus hits. - 6/10

12. Rabbit Hole -  Okay, hear me out here. This song gets criticized left and right for its overall simplicity and basic nature. While both of those claims are completely valid, I happen to think that’s what makes this song so endearing. A song like this is meant to be fun, something that’s easy to listen to while you’re fucking around with your friends or whoever else. Not every song has to be so complex or even a lyrical masterpiece. Sometimes, it’s enough for a song to just simply sound pleasant, and that’s definitely accomplished here. It’s energetic, it’s pop punk as fuck, it’s blink-182. - 8/10

13. San Diego - Out of all the songs on the standard release, I feel that this one has the most, for lack of a better word, substance. Never mind the fact that it’s one of the few that doesn’t sound like a poorly made b-side of Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, you can just feel the emotion oozing out of this song and it’s fucking great. In such a flawless and iconic chorus, Matt Skiba takes the lead and really proves what he can do for the band. Hats off to Skiba and another hats off to this amazing song. - 10/10

14. The Only Thing That Matters - I think this song has a cute nature about it, and I think it’s a very accurate clash of both older generation blink-182 and Alkaline Trio (you know, the band Matt Skiba fronted happily before Mark kidnapped him and held him hostage). However, the chorus is way too lacking for me. Like, I can get behind the lovey dovey message but it’s so basic in its presentation that I just can’t get past it. - 6/10

15. California - Give it another year, just one more year, and I guarantee you’ll see this song used in some sort of Disney promo if it hasn’t been already. As a song it isn’t terrible, just rather flat and a little lackluster. I can’t say I hate it, though, even if I do find spending all your time inside while the weather’s perfect a little bit strange (and possibly a little bit manic). Also, the ending’s pretty cool, so there’s that. - 7/10

16. Brohemian Rhapsody - Yeah, I’m still fucking miffed that this song is literally only 15 seconds long. Everything about it’s perfect: the buildup, format, the staggering hammer-ons that Matt somehow flawlessly pulls off despite that being the furthest thing from his style! It’s all there! But no, they wasted a perfectly good instrumental on a tired fucking one-liner that was barely even amusing. Oh well, it still sounded badass and was definitely a fun way to bring the album to an end. -10/10


1. Parking Lot - Holy shit. This song, holy shit. Now this, this is how you make an entrance to an album. Originally I made mention of Mark’s verse throwing the song off, but after coming back to this song many times I can see that’s what makes this song work. As much as I appreciate the fact Matt upped the punk factor times ten (and that’s a fuck of a lot), I’m glad there’s some variation, that it’s not like that the entire way through. All around, this song is fucking wicked and easily one of the top three of the deluxe tracks. - 9/10

2. Misery - Things slow down quite a bit with this track, but it packs a punch nonetheless. I haven’t found myself coming back to this one as much but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s a really solid, really powerful song. I still swear that the way Matt shouts “I don’t need anyone!” in the chorus is what dreams are made out of. It also sounds like “I don’t eat anyone!”, but that’s besides the point. - 7/10

3. Good Old Days This is one song I find especially charming, due mainly to the early 2000s-esque dance chorus and the very eloquent use of synth throughout the entire song. However, the whole ‘I don’t wanna grow up!’ schtick is getting really fucking old. Now, I can understand wanting to feel young and to feel alive, but literally putting “and we’re not growing up” in a song is a tad bit sad to be honest. I fucking adore Mark Hoppus, but when he writes like that I just can’t take him seriously, and it lessens the quality of the song. Other than that, this track is pretty enjoyable and one I see myself coming back to in the future. - 7/10

4. Don’t Mean Anything - Ugh. U g h. Even tying this disaster of a song to blink-182 sullies their name. It’s just so bland and cookie-cutter and lacking any sort of effort or originality that it hurts. The only, and I mean the only points this song gets from me is Matt’s verse because he sings it really fucking well. Outside of that, this song needs to go back to the 2004 pop rock station they clearly ripped it from. - 4/10

5. Hey, I’m Sorry So, some time after the official release of California, this track was released as a Japanese bonus track. It took a few listens to really strike a chord with me, but now I can’t get enough of it. Also, I didn’t think I’d say this for a long time but I love Mark’s lyrical work here; it’s fucking stellar, as a matter of fact. This is another one of those experimental songs, but this one was definitely a success. I really dig the direction they went in with this one. - 9/10

6. Last Train Home - I was really glad to see they continued along that same vein of experimentation as heard in the previous track ‘Hey, I’m Sorry’. Initially, I cast this song off, thinking it wouldn’t pick up. But, it does. The song progresses slowly, and in a way that’s incredibly subtle. It’s very worth it if you can listen all the way through to the end. - 10/10

7. Wildfire - While I’m not exactly sure about Mark’s singing abilities here (in the chorus particularly), that doesn’t really concern me in this song, at least not as much as the fucking Xanax reference. Personally, I think this song is way too much fun to hate, and I know I am very much in the minority with that opinion. I mean, the classic blink-style riffs are all there alongside some gnarly Alkaline Trio influence, and it just has a very youthful aesthetic overall which I adore. I also admire how the song matures and progresses, starting off with Mark’s usual adolescent view of things and venturing into darker, more mature themes as Matt takes over. It gives the song another dimension, which I feel the rest of the album severely lacks. - 8/10

8. 6/8 - I’d argue that this is the absolute heaviest song blink-182′s released in the history of their career. Sure, the Self Titled album had a lot of experimentation and some heavier tracks, but there was nothing quite like this. This song’s a bit dreary, and it’s fucking rad. I won’t attack the fact that they named the it after the time signature for the drums, because honestly that’s just nitpicking (and I am not about that life…). But, I will claim that this would’ve been astronomically better had it been fronted by Matt. He has just the voice and singing capabilities to make this song as riveting and intense as it needs to be. Nonetheless, it’s still a badass track and a definite thumbs up from me. - 8/10

9. Long Lost Feeling - I feel like this song is more buildup than anything. It’s soothing, but it takes way too long to get to anything worth while. Mark also manages to make the first half as boring as he possibly can, so there’s that. If you can stay awake until you get to the second half of the song, it’s actually really pretty sounding and quite pleasant. You just have to get there. - 6/10

10.  Bottom of the Ocean - No. Nope. N o p e. Fuck this song. At this point there’s not a hint of soul to be found, not a fucking ounce of integrity. Usually I say every song has its merits, but nope. I hate to be that ‘that guy’, but they sold out with this song, point blank. I am so glad this abomination never touched the original release. As stated above, fuck this song. - 1/10

11. Can’t Get You More Pregnant - I’ve already discussed this song far too much for a joke track, so I’m just going to laugh at the fact that a scientist actually proved this idea wrong, stating you actually can get a girl ‘more’ pregnant. Ha ha ha. - 8/10

12. Bored to Death (Acoustic) - Originally, I was under the impression that this would be a brand new studio recording. But, instead, it’s audio ripped from a live recording and mastered in the studio. Was a I bit let down by that in the beginning? Maybe a tad. But, with the audience so haughtily cheering in the background and Matt’s lyric change to “Mark’s head”, I actually prefer this to a brand new stand alone recording. In doing it this way, they laid a lot heart on it and made it a perfect closer to the album. Not to mention, Mark and Matt sound fucking top notch on this track. Simply put, this was a beautiful addition and I loved it much more than I thought I would going in. - 10/10


All-in-all, I was a bit let down by the rest of the deluxe tracks. To be fair, that’s probably mainly due to the fact that the one’s released hyped me up so much and shot my hopes sky high. Actually, no. They just sucked. But, that’s okay. There are a number of solid songs on the deluxe release, and I’ve gained a much stronger appreciation for the original release of California after being introduced to these songs. So, there is a silver lining here.

Overall Rating - 6/10

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Whouffle Fanfiction Recommendations

Thought I’d make my own list of my personal favourite authors and fics out there in the Whouffle universe. These are in no particular order and all of them are amazing in their own individual way.  Without further ado…


frombluetored - my personal favourite fanfiction author ever. Everything is beautiful and coloured with meaning. If you haven’t read any of this author’s fanfictions then you’re seriously missing out. 

Kosovaheartland - love, love, love the writing style this author uses. I’ve been following If Time Could Heal from very close to its beginning, and I’m continuously touched by the writing. Very deep and real. 

c1araoswa1d - need I say any more? All of this author’s prompts are like liquid gold. But I’m sure you know that already. 

Azkabella - Once again, another author who has left me in awe of their work. Beautiful writing and tone, everything just flows. 

OhMyStarsShiz - Has a few little gems in that impressive collection. Very original ideas and if AU’s are your thing, look no further. 

ThePotterDoctor - Has had me hooked many times. Their two main Whouffle fics set in the same universe are particularly heartfelt. Very emotive. All I’m saying: bring tissues. 


I have a lot of fanfictions which I have read and loved, but I can’t name them all here. All of these fics are ones that have either had me in genuine tears or wrapped up in a ball of emotion days after reading them. 

Of Adoration and Chaos - if you’re looking for a fic that will make you laugh, cry, physically hurt due to the flood of feelings, then look no further. Everything about this is perfect in every way. It’s a masterpiece, and I never run out of compliments for it. 

The IT Guy - I read this when I wasn’t really fussed on AU’s and because everyone else was recommending it. Absolutely wonderful, heart warming read. The sequels are just as powerful but the original has got to be my favourite. 

If Time Could Heal - Had my reservations at first about reading a Jenna/Matt fic, but wow. Amazingly written, very original story, definitely one of my favourites. Everything is so true and raw. 

A Home Here With You - A sequel to the original, but out of the two, I prefer the sequel. Wonderful little tale. Full of joy and real emotion. If I remember correctly, I think I cried a little. Just because it was so tender and sweet. 

The Stolen Time - this is something else entirely. What I love about this is that every scenario is very real, and what would probably exactly happen in real life with real people. You’re left, in the middle, in utter despair. It’s a roller-coaster. But a great one.

The Other Has My Heart - I think this is famous within the world of Whouffle, but with good reason. Touching and gorgeous. Words can’t do it justice. 

Close Quarters - Three chapters that brilliantly capture the Doctor and Clara’s relationship at its beginning. Worth a read. 

Oversized Jacket - Just absolutely adorable. 

Everest - First Twelve/Clara fic I’ve read that has had me feeling the same as a Souffez fic. Once again, the writing quality is that of a best seller. 

Not Everything Ends - From about halfway through this had me absolutely hooked. The action at the end is very unique, and I think the Doctor and Clara are perfectly in character. 

One More Wednesday - Love this. Cliffhangers, suspense, drama, everything a good fic consists of - and brilliant writing. 

Violet Court - Just recently started reading this. It’s like a fairytale starring our favourite main characters. What’s not to like?

If anyone wants more recommendations, I have a lot more I’d like to mention, but that’s all I’m doing right now. If you want to check out my own fanfiction account, it is called CountingAllTheStars. (I have another one called RememberMeWhen, but it’s all my old stuff!) If you haven’t read any of the listed suggestions and you love Whouffle, I strongly recommend giving them a go. You won’t be disappointed! 

Matt EspinosaSmut

Can I have a long matthew Espinosa smut please? I love your account its amazing!

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*Warning language and sexual content.*

It was just a lazy day at home, I hadn’t even woken up yet, until the sound of thunder awoke me with a jolt. I groan and roll to my side as I feel Matt wrap his arm around you waist. I open my eyes slightly to see his perfect face, eyes still closed.

“It’s okay babygirl, just a loud noise.” Matt mumbles sleepily kissing me weakly as I kiss back. Matt slowly falls back to sleep as I sadly, stay awake, listening to the rain and thunder outside as I study Matt’s face, every little detail. After a while Matt rolls over onto his back as I take this as my perfect opportunity. I lay on my slide and move closer to Matt, running my nails up and down his chest as I make my way to his cock. I slowly run my finger tips up and down his cock, as I wrap my hand around him properly, I move my hand up and down. I look up and see Matt looking at me, with his lips parted. I go slightly faster as I kiss and suck his neck, leaving a few hickies. 

“I want you to go first babe.” Matt groans as I apply a little more pressure around his cock, moving my hand slowly. Matt stops my hand and gets ontop of me. “I said, you go first.” Matt states sternly kissing down my naked body. As he reaches my pussy, he runs his tongue right against my clit.  “shit.” I moan as I throw my head back. 

Matt continues to use his tongue to play around with my clit, causing me to end up with my fingers in his hair tugging and pulling. Moaning his name loud. Matt takes his mouth away causing me to whimper at the loss of contact as my breathing is hitched, due to Matt sliding to fingers deep inside of me. “Fuck Matt.” I groan as I arch my back slightly. “So wet for me baby, so tight around my fingers.” Matt watching his fingers. 

“I’m going to cum.” I moan as Matt works his fingers faster.

“Cum for me baby, be a good little girl.” Matt says smirking up at me as my legs shake slightly and I cum all over Matt’s fingers. Matt moans as he takes his fingers out and licks them clean. “You taste so fucking good.” I blush as I pull Matt towards me kissing him. 

Matt runs his cock up and down my slit as I run my nails down his back. “Just fuck me.” I beg as he smiles and kisses me, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he slides deep inside of me. Both of us moaning. 

Matt goes faster as I pull him closer to me. “God you’re so fucking sexy.” Matt moans as I run my nails down his back, earning a groan to fall from Matt’s lips. 

After a while I flip Matt and I over so I’m riding him. I start to bounce on his cock causing Matt to grab my boobs. Sitting up as he places a hand on my back and starts kissing my cleavage. I throw my head back and keep my hips moving. 

The rain outside our window gets louder and heavier. I wrap my arms around Matt’s neck kiss him. “I’m gonna cum babe.” 

“Me to baby, just hold on.” Matt mumbles as I bite my lip, Matt grabs my ass causing me to moan. 

“I’m cumming.” I scream as my body tenses, Matt pulling me closer to him as he cums straight after me.

Matt lays back keeping me on top of him as both of our chests rise and fall. 

“Good morning.” I smirk kissing him. 

Matt laughs at me and kisses me, “Morning my girl.”

I smile and kiss Matt, standing up and walking to the bathroom. I turn and look back at Matt. “Are you going to join me?” I say winking as Matt is instantly up off the bed and ushering me into the bathroom. 

This is going to be the best rainy day.

- End - 

A/n: Sorry if it wasn’t as long as you hoped. But I hope you enjoy reading it and that it is somewhat close to what you were thinking. Thank you for the request. Have a good week loves. Requests are open, don’t forget. - Sarah x 

Take me the way I am (Matt Murdock x Reader) (Request)

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Ballroom Night 2

Warnings: Wedding, lots of feels. That’s all.

Word Count: A lot. Not too long.

Note: Sorry this took so long. I hope that you guys like this, and maybe I’ll write a honeymoon and more.


“Will you marry me Y/n Y/l/n?”

Matthew’s voice rang in my ears as I get ready to go back to my apartment to meet Karen. He already had a ring, even before things started to heat up between us. It was his grandmother’s engagement ring. I stare down at the 3 carat princess cut rock on my finger. Before I notice Matthew wraps his arms around my waist and starts peppering my neck with kisses.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles into my neck in between kisses.

“Yes, yes it is,” I say as I turn around to kiss him. I have to get up on my tiptoes, and even then he has to lean down a little bit to kiss me. He tastes sweet like chocolate and honeysuckle.

“I was talking about you. Would you like to know what my grandmother told me when she gave me this?” I kiss him instead of answering out loud. He nods and continues. “She told me that I had to give it to the girl whose love gave me the ability to see again. You do that for me. When I see you I don’t see the world on fire I’m used to. I see a cerulean blue.You help me see. Ever since the first time I heard your voice at Josie’s bar.”

“Ugh! That was horrible. I am so glad you couldn’t see how bad I looked that day.” I was wearing a frumpy sweater and baggy sweat pants. My hair was up in a messy bun and I was drinking heavily.

“You were sauced!” I feel his laugh deep inside his chest. “You still looked better than any woman I’ve ever see,” he says sincerely.

“Matt, you are blind!” I laugh poking him the chest.

“There are other ways to see Y/n,” he says while kissing me. “I’m going go to work early. I’ve got to get everything done before we take one month off,” he kisses me deeply. Its strange, he does it with such intensity that I feel like he’s trying to make up for something. “for our honeymoon.”

“Well, then at least let me fix your tie before you go.” I retie it and rake my hands through his hair. He huffs figuring I messed up his hair, and I did. “Every day your tie is crooked. Why?”

“When you first came to work with me my tie was crooked and you graciously fix it for me. I was practically head over heels right then. From then on i always made sure my tie was crooked so you could fix it for me. So I could have you close even if it was only for a short time.” He smiles again. God I love that smile.

“Well, after today you’ll have me close for the rest of our lives.”

“Do you think it was a good idea keeping this from Foggy and Karen?” he asks looking at me with worried eyes.

“I don’t think they would object to us. Think of their faces when you pull Foggy up to be your best man, and I send Karen down the aisle as a last minute brides maid.” I start giggling in a fit, and Matt starts tickling me. “Stop! Stop! Matt please stop!”

“All right, I’ll see you later,” he kisses me then gives me a smirk. “Don’t be late.”

“Fine, but stop kissing me you’ll mess up my make-up,” I tease. “Messy make-up is very unprofessional.” At that he pulls me flush to his chest.

“I like it.” He kisses all over my face. “It’s cute.”

“Its time for you to go.” I give him a quick kiss and shove him out the door. “Bye.” I close the door and press my back against it. I hear Matt’s faint voice for the other side.

“I need my cane sweetie.” Dammit! I open the door and smile sheepishly.

“Here you go Murdock. Make mama proud today.” I shut the door only to rip it back open. “I love you, and don’t do any stupid parkore. We aren’t going to be able to afford this wedding if we have to keep buying those canes.”

He gives me a quick peck on the lips and smiles at me. “No promises!” he says as he takes off down the stairs.

All this Daredevil stuff is taking it out on my health. I mean when I first learned about Matt’s extracurriculars I wasn’t that shocked. It was, to say the least, a surprise. I suspected Matt was doing something at night when he would go out. I thought he was cheating at first, but then he would come home with all these cuts and bruises. When I told him I was leaving he spilled.

He said he didn’t tell me because he was afraid he’d lose me. I called bullshit, but ended up staying anyway. I can’t leave Matt. I wont leave him. The thing is, overtime he goes out I have the sinking feeling that he’s never coming back.

A tear slips down my cheek. I pull myself for my awful daydream to look at the clock. 7:23. Im going to be late getting back to my apartment. Why does Karen insist on us going to the wedding together?

I grab my keys and my purse and rush out the door. The wedding is this afternoon. I need to get ready with Karen. I might just have to tell Karen. God! I’m so late.


“Well, there you are. I thought you would never come to the door.” Karen smiles at me as she walks in.

“Yeah, I was in the bathroom. I could hear you in there.” What I wanted to say was, “Actually, I was climbing through the window, because to day is my wedding day and Matt and i decided it would have to be a surprise.”

“Lets get ready!” she yells smiling like an idiot. “It’s your big day!”

“WHAT!” Utterly shocked is the only way to describe it.

“Please Y/n. You have practically no friends besides Foggy, Matt, and I. I’ve noticed the plunging neck lines.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “I want to know who have you been keeping from us. Matt and I were talking a few weeks ago. I told him I think you have a new boyfriend. Plus you forgot to take the ring off last week when you came into work.”

“Well, I guess my secrets out. It was supposed to be a surprise,” I whine.

“Well, who is it? Matt said you told him, but he said he was sworn to secrecy! Tell me Y/n. Who’s your Knight in Shinning Armor?”

“You will just have to wait, wont you?” I smile. That was a close one. At least it will still be a surprise.


“You never told me that Matt was friends with your guy.” Karen says as she peeking into the church.

“Why do you say that?” I have no idea what would give her that thought.

“Beside that fact there is no groom at the alter and Matt is up there with Foggy. Matt’s the best man, right?” she asks as she gets ready to walk with me down the aisle. Making sure everything is in its place.

The music behind to play and the doors open slowly. I see Foggy standing next to Matt whispering in his ear. He’s probably asking where the groom is.

“Not quite,” I answer. She looks at me, and I can see all the pieces fitting together in her mind. Karen jaw drops as she looks at Matt. I can hear her whisper under her breath “I knew it!”

Down the aisle, Foggy hits Matt on the arm as the realization hits him too. We are the ones getting married.

I finally lay my eyes solely on Matt. He took off his glasses today, and his tie is crooked. Him and his damn ties. He’s wearing a black tux and shiny shoes. I once told him I like shiny shoes and thought they were handsome. He’s been wearing them ever since. His hair is combed and it looks like he’s staring right at me. Honestly, if I didn’t know it I wouldn’t even thing Matt was blind.

“I love you!” I whisper under my breath barely loud enough to hear, but I know he does. His smile widens and I see a single tear run down his cheek. He winks at me.


The ceremony drags on. I don’t even notice it though. I just stare at Matt whispering I love you over and over.

“The vows.” The Father says. “Matt.”

“Y/n, I fall more and more involve with you each day. The way you hum when you’re making coffee at the office. The way you sing off key while making breakfast. The way you tiptoe around in the morning when you don’t think I’m up yet. Even though I can’t see you the way other people can I can see your beauty.” He takes a deep breath and another tear falls. “When we were just friends I would smile every time you walked into the room and I heard your voice. It meant that the day was going to be perfect. I love you so much. My heart doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. So today I ask you to accept this ring and become my wife for better or worse.”

He slides the thin band onto my finger and I hear the tiny *clink* as it touches my engagement ring. I faintly hear the Father say my name. Here it goes.

“Matthew, you are the last man I had every thought I would see here standing in front of me. Now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You give my world light Matthew. You, with all of your flaws and the mistakes you make. Every time you get your tie crooked.” I smiled as the tears fell and I fixed his tie. “I wouldn’t change you for the world. The exact moment I knew I was in love with you was on my birthday. We were on the couch watching some old Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies. You had fallen asleep and I was starting to dose off too. I rested my head on your chest and I could hear your steady heart beat. So strong and steady. I looked up and kissed your cheek.”

“Maybe now isn’t the best time to tell you,” Matt starts. “but I wasn’t asleep.” He gives me a wink, and gets a collective laugh from our family and friends.

“Smooth move Murdock. Now I ask you to accept this ring and become my husband for better or worse.” I grab the silver band from Karen, and slide it on Matt’s finger.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The Father says smiling at us.

Matt does as he is told and pulls me in for a heart stoping kiss. His large Hands hold me tight against him. The heat from his body seeping into my skin. It feels like hours, but I know its only been a few seconds. I pull away smiling.

“By the way, I know that you weren’t asleep. Your heart rate quickened when I touched you.” I give his a quick peck on the lips.

“Smooth move MRS. MURDOCK.” toratoratoramikey bitch-what-get-classy

raksha-the-demon  asked:

Vax/Gilmore, Vex/Zahra, and Kima/Allura

Damn, here we go :P

Vax/Gilmore: 8/10 (like I ship it, but Liam makes a good point, they haven’t actually spent that much time together, but then again there are ships that are born from a lot less)

I fucking love the honesty between these two (actually pretty much every ship Vax is involved in) like ‘I just want to acknowledge the feelings between us even though I can’t act on them because I love someone else but like just want you to know that I wasn’t pulling your chain, I really fucking like you’ and like ‘ not going to lie it hurts but you’re freaking amazing and I still want to be around you, just like give me some time to figure where my head is at’ YES COMMUNICATION is what I’m about

Vex/Zahra: 9.5/10 UM YES GIMME THEM WLW

Little shippy Headcanon: Last time Vex was in Whitestone, Zahra came up behind her in that smooth, sultry voice and a teasing tail whip like ‘darling you’re so tense’ and stole Vex away for an afternoon of stress free fun (make of that what you will) (yeah no I’m gonna say it they totally banged)

Kima/Allura: 12/10 your fave could never

I S2G MATTHEW MERCER IF YOU DON’T GIVE US SOME CONCRETE CANON LADY LOVE SOON IMMA THROW SOME SHIT OKAY like we all know they’re head over heels for each other, but I want DETAILS I want an entire episode of Matt playing out adorable Kimallura scenes while the rest of the cast squees in the background, just gimme my smol angry paladin lady and her practically-perfect-in-every-way girlfriend