#devilinthekitchxn

[menwithasometimesplan]

Starter for @devilinthekitchxn:

Matt was nursing his wounds. He had just fought himself? It was weird. True he had heard that Wizard had done some crap with the multiverse, but this was weird that he was in his apartment. 

“So, if you’re me. What am I thinking right now?”

[imxthexhandler]

"Hey, Am.. Did you miss me?" He says with a devilish smile.

( @devilinthekitchxn)

Her eyes widened with surprise, and she stopped typing at her desk, hearing a too-familiar voice. She glanced up, a soft gasp coming, her heart beat quickening. "Matt!" she happily chimed, practically jumping out from her chair and moving around her desk to nearly tackle him, hugging him tightly.

[elektranaatchios]

@devilinthekitchxn liked for a starter

“He’s a scumbag. If anybody deserves a sai to the eye socket it’s him.”

[bartonstrickarrows]

"Breakfast or brunch?"

“Depends, wha’ time ‘s it?” Clint grumbles into the phone as he rolls over to check the time. “’s not even 7:30 Matt.” The archer totally isn’t whining about being woken up after only having maybe four hours of sleep. Not at all. 

[imxthexhandler]

-Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure? -Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

( @empatheticagent​)

-Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure? Amelia is comfortable with her body, she’s not disgusted with it. However, she is very insecure about the scar on her back; she tries to keep it covered up.

-Is your muse attracted to any features in particular? Usually the eyes will draw Amelia’s attention first. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and Amelia thinks there’s a certain amount of truth to that.

In the case with @devilinthekitchxn, it was Matt’s smile and gentle voice that initially charmed her.

[shermerclassclown]

@devilinthekitchxn said: “You look freezing, take my coat.”

Sheila just smiled, looking at Matt. It was very nice of the attorney to offer his coat to her her. Usually, she didn't really like taking people's coats--it didn't seem fair that the other person froze while she stayed warm. 

"You sure, Murdock?" she asked. "I don't want you to be cold either.” 

[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Calendar: Day 13 @devilinthekitchxn​ ​

“Hodie scietis, quia veniet Dominus, et salvabit nos, et mane videbitis gloriam eius.” Today, you know that the Lord will come, and He will save us, and in the morning you will see His glory. On one hand, Beth thinks that’s grossly unfair to Matt who has just finally joined her. Fortunately she’s sitting in a space at the back of the church, having given up her seat in the front to an elderly pair of ladies when she realised her friend was going to be late. His suit is rumpled in places, it’s hastily tucked in, and she can practically smell the bruises he covered with it. It breaks her heart that even on Christmas Eve, he can’t catch a break. That there are people willing to do evil and violence even on the celebration of the birth of the Prince of Peace. She can’t make herself angry with him for being late, for being hurt. She waits until he’s seated himself beside her on the pew before taking his hand. Beth doesn’t presume Matt needs the help unless he asks for it, or at least his body language gives it away. To anyone else it might seem cruel, but they don’t know him quite the way she does. Her fingers intertwine with his and she gives it a small squeeze. She knows if she stays close to him for the rest of Mass, her mana will eventually find its way around him. It will dull the worst of his aches and pains, seeking to undo some of the damage he’s done. The entire congregation raises their voices. “.....Gloria in excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis….” She leans in toward his shoulder, whispering gently to not interrupt the people in front of them, but mostly not to give away any of his secrets. “Thought I was gonna hafta send out search an’ rescue into local bars. Or a’least text Foggy an’ yell a’ him in all caps.” He breathes something that sounds like a laugh, but it feels more like a groan. She almost wishes that his devout nature would have allowed him to go home. Use speech-to-text to give her a heads up, and she’d have come over. Maybe even wait til morning, bring him the gifts she’s got wrapped for him under her tree, and breakfast too. She might still do that, but what she is absolutely going to do is drive him home and see him up to his apartment before heading over the bridge to hers. Unless he invites her otherwise. And maybe he can feel her cheeks grow pink at the impropriety of that sort of thought here of all places. “For wha’ its wort’ Matt’ew, I’m glad you’re heah. I really was worried.” This isn’t a lie, even if her heart picks up its pace. It’s dangerously close to other feelings, softer ones she’s not sure she’s comfortable with, or that he is, either. Still, she’s not yet let go of his hand when they rise at the Father’s bidding.  

[particlexxdealer]

Cont. from [x] @devilinthekitchxn

Scott grimaced at that statement. Right, the law... The thing that the upper class abuse to their advantage, and use it against him. "Do you really believe that?" He asked, knowing he'll most likely get the copy+paste answer that yes, the law protects us, lawyers protect us. Last he checked- not really.

"Well, someone has to. This isn't exactly new information. If it isn’t a ‘assassin on the loose’ or ‘alien warlord invades New York’, no one cares." He explained. An attempt to so a simple gesture was thwarted by the cuffs on his wrists. "I'm not 'karma'. Like I said. It's personal now. And I haven't agreed to you being my lawyer yet." Frankly speaking, lawyers were hard to trust. His first one, easily manipulated. And Ms. Walters, if not for her, he would still be in the RAFT. If only she answered her phone.