a/n: mattâs been getting sm love lately i couldnât resist, enjoy baefys!! (also, canon plot is slightly diff made up to fit the story)
warnings: alcohol use, mentions of drug-use
summary: matt spends a day in los angeles, taking a rather rare off from the mental cage he raps against in new york. but in the smog, scalding heat, and sea of obnoxious santa monica spring-breakers, he meets eyes with someone who might just make this western hellhole worth it.
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loud.
that was the first thing matt noticed. so was new york, and his heightened hearing didnât help, but this sun-cast nightmare was so much worse.
the crashing waves of the santa monica beach seemed to amplify the voices of the falsely tanned twenty-somethings high on god knows what at 2pm, and it took all his strength to not pull out his black suit for the gold-toothed cotton-candy vendors screaming in his ear.Â
he could have gone anywhere, god it was a miracle he went at all.
it wasnât easy to pry away matt from the city he protected with his soul, but as fisk closed in, it took two S.H.I.E.L.D. squads to tear the devil out and into hiding.Â
itâs not even that he intended to go out, matt was perfectly comfortable waiting the week out with his head in his hands (and thinking of ways to dismember his foe) in the barren space of his hotel.
however, as much as he hated it, mattâs a gentle soul. without foggy or karen by his side, he began to get anxious, standing by the phone and praying for an agentâs call.
and yet, he was here, with a pink, quickly toasting nose, and a more than modest outfit... in ninty five degree weather.Â
he groaned, ignoring the way the irritating sand got into his embarrassingly sandled feet.
tightly gripping the base of his red cane, he hurried down the beach, ready to wave in an uber back to the abyss of a hotel heâd call a home for a few more days.
âlittle overdressed arenât we?â
matt froze, cocking his head as he processed the sickly sarcastic voice to his left.
she was lying down on a beach towel, heartbeat slowed and relaxed, the sweet smell of a margarita coming off her lips.
âyou can hear me canât you? or are you trying to guess if iâm attractive enough to warrant a conversation with from my voice.â
matt smirked, turning to acknowledge the bold voice as he stood at the foot of her poppy pink towel.
âoh believe me, i know a beautiful voice when i hear it. though, i didnât think a sunburnt nose and unpopped collar was much to notice in this densely populated colony ofâŠâ matt crinkled his nose, honing on the thumping footsteps of a bleach blonded jock chasing a dirty volleyball 20 paces behind him, â⊠eligible bachelors.â
she lifted her tortoise shell sunglasses, ignoring the chaos behind the handsome man and instead squinting at his intrigued face.
âoh i promise, red suits you. but this?â she gestured to the pitch black shirt and jeans he adorned, âthis, is not something the socal sun takes too kindly towards.â
feigning hurt, matt clutched a hand to his chest, mouthing an ooh.
âare you trying to get me to take my shirt off? and here i thought you wanted to get to know me on this drunken, party-fueled beach.â
she shook her head, sitting up and gesturing for matt to sit at the newly opened space. âkeep the shirt, or lose it. either die of heat stroke, or by sunburn, whichever way your gorgeous face will still be intact.â
âyouâre a bold woman.â
âgot to be.â
âlet me guess. yet another wasted grad student looking for a good time to make your mid-march a little less mid-termy and little more ⊠boozey?â
the girl shook her head, looking across the wide expanse of santa monica.
âand you call me bold? tell me, whatâs a middle-aged dude in a borderline nun outfit doing all by his lonesome at a beach he obviously doesnât want to be at?â
matt paused, his heart lurching. a couple simple excuses darted through his mind, but in classic murdock fashion, he opted to dodge it.
âwell who knows, maybe iâm just as dedicated in my search for a good time,â he waved a hand to his lower half, âlook, iâve got my party sandals on and everything.â
âis that so? you look at these people like theyâre the dirtiest trailer trash youâve ever seen, but yet, youâre right in a way. theyâre looking for something, anything, to feel joy for once. some gratification and liveliness to kill the stagnation of school, work, family, whatever the hell life has slapped them with. is that so bad?â
matt leaned forward, intent on her words. she didnât meet his gaze, instead turning to her cooler and pulling out another mini margarita. she paused, giving matt a brief glance, before reaching in for another.
âi think youâre looking for something too, maybe youâll find it if you stop being too proud to admit it.â
she didnât hold it out to him, instead setting it in the space of the towel between them. no pressure, no force, an offering from one spring-breaker to another.
matt slowly took it in his hand, bringing the rim to his mouth. if he was looking for something, he was far as hell from knowing what it was. but for this moment, maybe this sunkissed someone could help him find it.
men after commenting âannieâs pretty young, we try not to sexualize herâ and âoh, brittaâs in this?â under any post having to do anything with community
whenever one of my more popular mutuals reblogs a post of mine and then it immediately starts getting notes I feel like Iâm a poor victorian street urchin singing a sad little song on the street with my patched up old cap upturned on the ground just hoping for passersby to drop tuppence into it and a wealthy older gentleman with a cane and a top hat has just stopped to listen to me for a few minutes whilst thoughtfully puffing on his pipe and stroking his beard and then after I finish my song he ruffles my hair and tells me Iâve done good and drops a ten pound note into my cap and I exclaim with disbelief and delight and say are you quite sure sir why thatâs enough to keep my family fed for a week or more and weâve had naught but boiled water for tea and supper ever since mama passed on of consumption and papa lost his job at the factory and he just smiles quietly dons his top hat and winks mysteriously at me and then continues on his way while I run to the market as fast as I can to buy potatoes and bread
i love going back to the beginning of a piece of media with the full weight of knowing how it ends. you see characters get introduced and itâs literally like
[id: the âthey donât knowâ meme edited to say âthey donât know the profound and life-changing effect they will have on each otherâ. it shows a simple drawing of a guy with a party hat standing in the corner of a room, looking at two couples who are happy and dancing. the guy is edited to have shiny, tearful eyes. end id.]
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