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wassup, this blog is now an archive, y’all can catch me over here.

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wassup, this blog is now an archive, y’all can catch me over here.

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wassup, this blog is now an archive, y’all can catch me over here.

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wassup, this blog is now an archive, y’all can catch me over here.

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felicitystark: 

Felicity had never wished so hard for the ground to open up and swallow her than she was the moment Matt pulled away.  Why had she thought that trying to kiss him would be a good idea? He was her best friend, of course he wouldn’t want that; sure, they’d had that one night together in college, but they’d both been drunk and stupid then.  This time, it was just her who’d been stupid.  Maybe the pregnancy hormones had made her think there was something there that wasn’t.

Whatever the reason, when Matt pulled away from her, it felt like a weight had crashed onto her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.  She couldn’t let Matt see that, or the tears she could feel threatening to spill from her eyes; her emotions were always so close to the surface these days.

“I- I’ll be fine .. I’ve kept you away from work for too long anyway.”  She got to her feet as quickly as she could, given her bump, and turned away from Matt.  “I’m- gonna go lay down for a while anyway, I guess everything yesterday tired me out more than I thought .. “

“Yeah, okay... hey, I--” He stopped, unsure of what to say next. He wanted to say he was sorry, or at least explain why he suddenly wanted to leave. But he couldn’t do that without ackowlegding what had just happened, or admitting that he also had wanted something to happen. It would probably be better to pretend he was clueless about her feelings for him, she’d be safer that way.

“Listen, you don’t have to worry about keeping me from work, you- you know that.” Probably not the best thing to say, considering he was about to leave, but he didnt know what else to say. He knew he should probably just leave, it would be better for both of them rather than just standing there in silence, but the truth was he didn’t really want to leave. What he actually wanted to do was sit back down on the couch and hold her again.

“Anyway, I’ll-- I’ll go.  And, seriously, just... call me if you need something. I’ll be here as fast as I can.” This time he did go, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He was half expecting Felicity to call him back or say something.

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amazonchosen: 

She chuckled, “I have no wish to kill you, don’t worry, devil,” she said. “And believe me when I say you wouldn’t miss it if I did.” 

Diana surveyed the situation, it was tense but not hopeless. “When startled I’ve noticed men like this rarely shoot the hostages, they tend rather to shoot at the person who has startled them,” she said. Diana had some experience with hostage situations, and being shot at. Still to minimize the risks to the hostages … we should coordinate. Once you’re in, I can jump in and draw their fire, and you can lead the hostages to safety.” 

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan, especially because he was about to suggest the same thing, only the opposite, with him drawing the fire instead. He didn’t really know her after all, and he normally preferred to be the one doing that.

“Sounds good. You sure you wanna be the one shot at, though?” Matt could dodge bullets, if he was far enough from the shooter, which was normally why he’d be the one jumping in front of the guns. She had to be able to do something similar, if she was offering, but it didn’t hurt to ask. “I’m a bit used to being shot at, so it wouldn’t be anything new to me.”

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felicitystark: 

Felicity had to bite her lip as she listened to Amy and Matt’s exchange; the slight exasperation in her daughter’s voice as she repeated the question slower sounded so much like herself that the blonde had to hold back a giggle.  Matt’s words, however, made her heart flutter to match the butterflies in her stomach.  All the time they’d spent together, and apart, as they’d grown up, Felicity knew now that it had all been leading to this; every bump in the road had been worth it.

She moved to stand in front of Matt, taking both his his hands in hers, her gaze locked on his face.  As she held his hands, the butterflies in her stomach calmed; there was nothing to be nervous about.  Matt had been her best friend, and the love of her life, and now he’d be her husband.

“I wanted to wait for you to do this, but I don’t have the patience for that, and why should the guy get to have all the fun of asking?”  She was verging on babbling, but managed to pull it back; a deep breath later, she finally asked him.  “Do you wanna marry me?”

Matt smiled, pulling Felicity closer to him. It was surely a smart decision not to wait for him-- it had taken him over twenty years to simply ask her out, after all, proposing could take him decades, even if, at this point, he could have a pretty good idea of how that would turn out to be.

“Yes. Absolutely, yes.” He chuckled, before leaning in to kiss her. It was ridiculous, really, how long it had taken them to get to this point. And even more ridiculous that it was all because of him, either because he was too stupid to realize her feelings for him, or because he didn’t act on it when he realized he felt the same for her.

“Smart move, by the way. Getting this one to ask the question.” He chuckled, pointing at Amy, who was giggling from where she was seated. “I probably wouldn’t have said yes if it wasn’t for her, you know.” 

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simplypeterparker: 

Peter couldn’t bring himself to accept his dad’s apologies or smile when he did. He wasn’t terribly angry at him, jut angry in general. It felt like his anger was a fire burning in him. Even if something wasn’t on fire, if it was close to it it’d still be warm. And Matt being too busy with Jackie was pretty damn close to why Peter was so upset. His mind was jumbled and he was confused and he couldn’t think straight for more than a few moments at a time. He wanted to cry and throw a fit like he had when he was a baby– but for now he only had running away and hiding. He didn’t want to face his problems, he just wanted them to disappear. He wanted to disappear.

“Well… well what if I run away again? What if I leave and don’t come back?!” He didn’t know why he was going down this particular rabbit hole. Mostly he just wanted to avoid talking about what happened. And if he yelled and argued enough maybe it’d get dropped. He doubted it would– knowing his dad– but there wasn’t a point in not trying. He sat down where he was, away from Matt, and drew his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his head there. “What if I don’t want your help?” He mumbled. He honestly didn’t know if it was a lie or the truth. He wanted everything to go back to normal– or at least be better– but he didn’t want to have to talk about what happened or have his dad deal with it. He just wanted things to exist as if it had all been a bad dream.

He didn’t answer his dad right away. He didn’t want him to leave. He wanted comfort but every time he got close to getting some comfort he freaked out. Getting too close, being to friendly– too nice. It all reminded him of Skip and he was afraid. Not that his dad would do anything like that, that was impossible. But he couldn’t help the reactions he had. “No…” He said quietly and into the inside of his elbow. “Don’t… go…” He felt himself sobbing into his arm, he hadn’t even noticed that he had started crying.

If Matt suspected there was more to Peter running away than just jealousy, the boy’s behavior wasn’t making it any better. Peter had been jealous of him before-- granted, there was never another kid involved before, but it was enough to know how he’d behave in those situations. And while he was sure that his attention being mostly turned towards Jackie the past few days hadn’t helped, Matt knew his kid well enough there was something else that made him make that decision. And the fact that Peter didn’t want to tell him was just frustrating. This was the kid who came to him at 9 years old asking to be called a different name, asking to be referred to with different pronouns. Up to this point, there was nothing he ever felt like he couldn’t tell his dad.

“Well, what do you want, Peter? You said earlier you wanted things to go back to normal. What would that be? Beofre I decided to put on a mask and fight criminals, or before a building fell on top of me? Or is it before Kirsten and I started dating? Or before we had Jackie? None of those are things I can change, Peter. We just need to adapt, create a new normal. Trust me, if you told me three years ago I’d be married with another kid by now, I would’ve thought you were crazy, but here I am.” He honestly didn’t know if that was helping in any way or not. But if he was being honest, the amount of things that had changed in the past two years alone scared him too. He just never thuoght Peter was just as affected.

The tone in his son’s voice broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was pull the boy in for a hug. But given the way Peter had flinched earlier, he tohught it would be best not to. So he just shifted in a way he was facing Peter, leaving it up to him whether he wanted to go for the hug or not. “Peter, I know you. I know this isn’t just jealousy, so what--” He stopped himself. Clearly, whatever had happened was something Peter didn’t want to talk about yet, so he changed the question. “Why don’t you wanna tell me what else is wrong?”

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felicitystark: 

Felicity had fully expected, as tired as she was, to not actually be able to sleep at all.  So she was surprised when she woke up and checked her phone, seeing that she’d managed to sleep four hours.  She didn’t get up right away, though, instead she just lay in her bed and enjoyed the quiet for a few minutes; she loved her daughter to the ends of the earth, but the kid really knew how to keep her busy.

Apparently, Felicity wasn’t the only one Amy could keep busy, given the look on Matt’s face, and the sight of her sleeping daughter.  “I’ve known that since the day she was born.”  The blonde laughed, carefully scooping her daughter into her arms.  “I’m gonna put her in her crib, then you look like you could use something to eat.”  Laughing softly, Felicity carried Amy off to her room and tucked her into her crib, kissing her little forehead.

“Thank you, for watching her.”  She told Matt with a smile when she returned to the living room.  She wondered what she and Amy had ever done to deserve him in their lives.  “It’s kinda nice to see it’s not just me who can’t keep up with her.”

“I don’t think anyone can, she never stops.” He chuckled, following Felicity into the kitchen. Matt always tried avoiding the kids back at the orphanage, most of the time for the exact reasons Amy had absolutely exhausted him that afternoon, but honestly he couldn’t bring himself to stay away from Amy for long even if he wanted to, and he was sure the fact that she was Felicity’s daughter had a lot to do with it.

He had been thinking about Felicity a lot, as a matter of fact, and not ‘just as a friend’ as he’d trying to do for months. He’d told himself nothing could ever happen between them, because that would be putting her and Amy in danger and they didn’t need that in their lives. Also, his life as Daredevil wasn’t taking a lot of his time, or even that dangerous lately, and he caught himself wondering if he could actually have a normal life outside of the mask, and whenever he was wondering about that, Felicity and Amy popped into his mind. He had been debating the past fw days whether he should try acting on it.

“Hey, you, uhm... you wanna go out to dinenr tomorrow night?” Honestly, he hadn’t made a decision yet, but he was just wondering about all of that again, and the words escaped his lips before he could stop himself. So it didn’t matter if he’d made a decision, he couldn’t take that back now. “You know, just... just you and me?”

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strangcrdoctor: 

Half the time, the things that went bump in the Sanctum would have scared most people out of their skin. For those with advanced hearing, like Matt Murdock, it drove them to frankly not even want to enter. Stephen had respected that aversion once Matt had finally explained to him why he never wanted to come in for tea, and so when the other had come to ask for some information which required exact texts, Stephen respectfully went down into the archives alone and left Murdock on the roof where he was comfortable.

The problem was, halfway through assembling the texts he needed, a completely different and very unfamiliar kind of creepy sound resounded from the depths of the old house. A sound he didn’t necessarily know what to identify as, but was very certain was one he did not like the sound of.

Then of course, he remembered that wailing spirits were a thing that he had in one of the lower ancient Roman Baths, and that seasonally they tended to get very temperamental. Right now, it seemed, they were having one of those times, and he figured it was roughly to be expected given he knew they’d been having a hell of a family spat lately.

Thus, he finished assembling what books he could, practically bounding back up the stairs to the roof as the screeching grew louder. There were intensive sound blocking spells over the house to keep the cops from getting called on the place every day, whether from unearthly screaming or from tentacles trying to break windows, and they would come in handy for as long as they needed to converse that night to avoid the banshees arguing in the basement.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, kicking the door closed behind him and blinking hard to get the ringing out of his ears. “Sorry for the delay, and, ah. Good choice on staying up here. Things are getting rather heated down in the grottos. Probably for the best we stay out here for our little confab.” He waved a hand, summoning a table and a couple of chairs for them, and some candles for him to read by. “Now, tell me as much as you can about what’s been happening.”

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Most of the time, Matt avoided visiting the Sanctum Sanctorum at all costs. It was nothing against Strange, or even the place itself, if he was being honest, the was just something about it that would always get on his nerves. Inside, it was just a nightmare to his hears-- and he supposed it could be terrifying for most people, but most of the time Matt was just busy trying to keep his head from exploding to think too much about that. Outside, while he was safe from all of that, it was just unsettling, though he was sure that was only a personal thing, considering his overall bad experiences with magic rather than an actual spell or something around it.

This time, though, he needed help. Especifically Strange’s help, and there was only one place he knew he could find the wizard. Unfortunately, it happened to be the Sanctum, the one place he’d rather avoid. Which was why he appreciated when Strange met him outside-- he’d explained why he didn’t like going in before, so it was nice knowing that the man understood.

Matt was tempted, for a moment, to ask about what was happening. Mostly, out of habit, considering they were talking about the Sanctum where it was quite common to spend the day with something screaming the entire time, from what he could tell. And either way, something that could unsettle even Stephen Strange was definitely not something matt wanted to know a lot about.

“Well, there isn’t much. There’s a group I’ve been following, street criminals, don’t do much else other than robbing stores. I never got around to stopping them, though, and when I got to one of them and asked about their opperation, he claimed they’d been using magic.” There was a reason why he came to Strange, of all people, after all. There were other heroes in the city he’s a lot closer to and that didn’t live in the one place in the city he’d rather avoid. “I never seen them in action, so I can’t tell if it’s true or not, only that’s it’s what the guy I caught believes in. I figured you’d be the guy I should go to for help with it.”

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so this is kind of a long time coming but i’ll be archiving this blog and moving matt to a new one sometime soon. i’ve had this one for almost three years now and everything is just a mess at this point so i need a fresh start. i’ll queue all my drafts throughout the week while i work on the new blog (as well as deal with other shit irl) and then move all my threads over there.

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felicitystark: 

Felicity couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips; as much as she understood the reason for it, she and Matt didn’t get to spend nearly enough time together.  “I think that can be arranged.”  The blonde stood on her tip toes to quickly kiss her boyfriend’s lips.

“Come on .. “ She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.  “You, get comfortable, and I’ll order the pizza and get us something to drink.”  She left him in her bedroom to go and grab her phone, then headed to the kitchen to get their drinks.  She was back a few minutes later, with a bottle of the cheap beer Matt liked, and a glass of wine for herself.  “Pizza’s on it’s way.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, a little surprised as she handed the beer he normally had. He hadn’t really expected her to have it, considering he didn’t spend a lot of time at her place, but it was definitely a welcome surprise. But then again, it was pretty cheap, he doubted it made any difference in Stark’s bank account. He just appreciated that she remembered it.

“So, what have you been up to?” They haven’t had much time to talk the past few days, between Matt’s new case and vigilante activities, all they managed to squeeze in were a few phonecalls here and there. He missed her. Which was only one of the reasons why he decided to take a night off tonight to stay with her. 

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thebloodiedballerina: 

That sounded like everything Natasha hadn’t wanted to let herself hope he’d say.  “You don’t have to come with me- but I want you to.”  The redhead answered him, a soft smile on her face that seemed only to linger on her lips when she was around Matt.  It was getting easier for her, to tell him what she wanted and needed without her feeling like she was making herself too vulnerable.

“I should be able to chase up some intel.  You might even be able to help with that; there’s nothing like throwing around a lawyer’s name to scare a few rats out of their holes.”  With the weight lifted from her mind, Natasha got up and crossed the room, stopping to perch on Matt’s lap and wrap her arms around him.  “I love you,  мой дьявол.”

“I love you too.” He wouldn’t be following her all the way to Russia if that wasn’t the case, after all. “And I’m glad I’ll be of help before we even go, that’s great.” He smiled, catching her lips in a kiss.

“You know, I kinda need to get back to work now.” He didn’t try reaching for his files, though, or even tried pulling away from her. He could take a break for a couple of hours anyway, and he wouldn’t admit it otherwise, but he definitely needed one. “Unless you have other plans...”

[darthvaders]

I found a man who needed help, so I helped him. Oh, yeah? That simple?

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wightwulf: 

                                  ;; @altarbov – liked !!

There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot that surprises him anymore. Sometimes he thinks there’s still things that would catch him off-guard, but apparently not even a guy in a red suit and mask running around Hell’s Kitchen can phase him.  ( He supposes it’s not much different than Steve running around in red, white, and blue – seventy years ago. )  So brow is furrowed in a vaguely curious expression as a hand lazily gestures to his own head.

      “ – What’s with the horns? ”

Well, there’s a question he doesn’t get very often, surprisingly enough. Generally people ( who aren’t criminals and have actually seen him upclose anyway ) are more concerned about the outfit as a whole to worry about one specific detail of it. Which works out great for him since he doesn’t really have an answer. He didn’t design the suit, and wasn’t the one who chose the name Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. It just sort of happened.

“I was told it looks good. Why, you don’t like it?”

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felicitystark: 

The diner didn’t look like anything special as they stepped inside, but Felicity quickly decided that only added to it’s charms; there was something about it that reminded her of sitting in Big Belly Burger with Digg and Oliver, and she could see why Matt and his friends liked it so much.  She took her seat, somehow missing Matt’s light touch on her arm; she wasn’t sure why she missed it so much.

“I’m a Vegas girl, originally; but I was living in Star City before I came to New York-” Felicity answered with a smile “-I was working in IT there.”  It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either, and her heartbeat reflected just that, not that the blonde knew that.  She left it up to Matt to order food for them both, he’d surely know what was good if he ate there a lot.

She waited for the waitress to leave their table, and took the chance to change the subject from herself and back to Matt.  “So, what makes a blind guy want to be a lawyer? Doesn’t it make it hard to tell if your client is telling the truth when you can’t see them?” She didn’t want to risk the chance of Matt asking questions about her time in Star City that she couldn’t answer, and besides, she wanted to know more about him than she’d been able to find out for herself.

Matt chuckled at her question; of course, he wasn’t about to tell her that he could actually tell whether or not someone was lying better than a seeing person, and that he actually noticed the change in her heartbeat when she half lied about her time in Star City, but questions like this were sure funny to hear. “Well, I just-- I wanted to help people, you know. People who actually need help, not big companies that can afford good lawyers, ‘cause the side that wins isn’t always the one who’s right, just the ones who payed the most for the best in the field. I guess I just wanted to be the best in the field for the people who are actually right, whether or not they can afford to pay for it.”

He should’ve stopped right there, it was what he did whenever people asked why he wanted to be a lawyer, and that was all they needed to know. But, for some reason, he kept going. “I was in an accident, when I was a kid. It was how I... you know” He pointed at his own eyes, making it clear what he meant. “I got a bunch of chemicals splashed in my eyes and the company responsible for was a big one, from what I know, so my dad never tried suing them because he knew he could never get the money to afford a good lawyer.” He never told anyone that, about how many people tried to convince his dad of suing the company, maybe get some money from it that would help them, but they were too broke to afford one. Or about how often Matt thought that, if they had that money, he wouldn’t have to say yes to that last fight, and would probably still be alive.

“I just keep thinking that maybe one day another family might go through something like that, and that I’ll wanna be there to help, if they want to, you know. Even if they think they can’t afford it. And as for the lying part, well, that’s why I have Foggy.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t know why he told Felicity about that, of all people, he never even told Foggy. Either way, he decided not to read too much into it. For now anyway, they still had the whole lunch to get through. “So, um... how do you like New York so far anyway? I don’t get to meet a lot of people that aren’t from here.”

[altarbov-a]

so this is kind of a long time coming but i’ll be archiving this blog and moving matt to a new one sometime soon. i’ve had this one for almost three years now and everything is just a mess at this point so i need a fresh start. i’ll queue all my drafts throughout the week while i work on the new blog (as well as deal with other shit irl) and then move all my threads over there.