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fight club | matt/kara/oliver

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Shaking her head when Oliver apologized, Kara just gave him a small smile and ran her hand through his hair. “Don’t,” she finally spoke. “Don’t you dare apologize. You didn’t do anything. Matt was the one that lost it. I should be the one apologizing for forcing you and Matt to be in the same room together,” Kara mumbled and kissed him on the cheek. Helping him on the bed, Kara couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh when apologized for her table. “It’s okay. I-I can find myself another table. I can’t find another you,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Taking the bag of ice from him, she then pressed it against his lip. She found it hard to look at him, seeing what Matt had done to him, the guilt was just too much for her. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered again and laid down beside him. “Get some rest okay?” Kara asked him, running a hand through his hair while she pressed the bag of ice on his lip. “Sleep, I’m gonna make you some food to eat later.” With that, Kara then started to close her eyes, falling asleep with him.

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fight club | matt/kara/oliver

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“So what if you hate him?” Kara asked glaring at her boyfriend. “You don’t go around punching everyone you fucking hate Matt.” Listening to him talk, it was as if Matt really didn’t get it at all. He didn’t understand fully why she was upset with him. Sure, if he had punched anyone else, she would be upset, but upset that he could end up in jail but this was Oliver. Matt had laid a hand on her family and that didn’t sit right with her at all. The very thought of it made her incredibly angry it made it hard to keep her cool and understand that Matt wasn’t someone who had a normal childhood or had a good father. She had to keep remembering the conversation she had with Lindsay all those months back to keep herself from saying something she knew she would regret.

She scoffed at his excuse and in anger pushed him again even though they were weak pushes. “This is Oliver. How many times do I have to tell you that he’s basically my brother? The way he touched me and talked to me was innocent. It wasn’t romantic or sexual in any way at all. When are you going to start trusting me? Do you really think that low of me that I would let someone talk to me and touch me that way if I knew he had feelings for me?” Kara asked, wiping her tears. “Jesus Christ Matt, you’re the only person I’ve slept with for a year now. You’re the only person I’ve had feelings for, for a year now. A whole fucking year it’s just been you and he’s not just my friend. How many fucking times do I have to tell you that he’s family? How hard is that to comprehend?”

As she continued to shove him, Matt just stood there and took it. It wasn’t like he could do anything else at the moment. He was listening to what she was saying, but in his current state, he couldn’t comprehend things as well as she probably wanted. So, Matt just stood there in silence and allowed Kara to just let out her anger and frustration towards him. He figured maybe that would get her to forgive him faster. “I never said anything about you, Kara,” he began, crossing his arms and huffing. “I was talking about him. I didn’t punch you, did I? It’s him. I know you would never, but him. He deserved it. Come on now, Kara. Are you kidding me? He got too close and he was just… Annoying as fuck. But you know what? Whatever. Fine. I’ll leave. I’ll speak to you tomorrow when everything’s calmed down. Give him some ice. He’ll be fine.” With that, he began to walk towards the door to exit.

Refusing to listen to Matt, when he tried to explain himself, she couldn’t help but scoff at how messed up his rationalization was. Hearing him talk about how Oliver deserved to be punched just made her even angrier than she wanted to to deal with so she was thankful when Matt agreed to leave. Kara was scared she would do something stupid or say something stupid that would result in the end of their relationship. Watching him walk away, Kara glared at him and slammed the door before walking back to Oliver. “I’m so sorry Ollie,” she whispered, the guilt eating at her. Going to the kitchen and grabbing some ice and putting it in a sandwich bag, she then walked to Oliver and handed it to him. “C’mon Ollie, let’s get you to bed and I’ll clean you up.” Taking his arm, she then helped him up and placed his arm over her shoulder so all his weight was on her and lead him to his room.

Awkwardly, Oliver had been laying on the floor in pain while Kara and Matt had their little lovers’s spat. Luckily for him, he had Mati to keep him company until the other guy finally left. When he heard his roommate’s voice addressing him, he looked over at her and did his best to move a little. That earned a small groan due to the pain. Thanking her when she handed him some ice, he prepared himself when she talked about moving. Oliver clenched his jaw, before groaning as he stood up. With his arm around her, he held onto her for support while they walked to his room. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his head leaning against hers as it fell tiredly. Due to his busted lip, even speaking proved to be a bit hard to do. He couldn’t even imagine what he was going to feel in the morning. Once in his room, he collapsed on the bed. “I’m sorry about your table. I’m sorry–Everything.”

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fight club | matt/kara/oliver

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Stroking Oliver’s hair, Kara continued to cry as he talked about how much it hurt him so much. Assessing his injuries. Kara felt so incredibly guilty for what Matt had done to her best friend. When she heard Matt speak, her head snapped up to him and she glared at him. Nodding her head when Oliver begged her to make Matt leave, Kara grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under his head before getting up and walking over to Matt. As she stepped closer to Matt, she could feel the anger boiling to the surface and she wanted nothing more than to hit him and swear at him for what he had done.

Placing the palms of her hand on his chest, Kara then started to push him. “Get the fuck out of my house,” she growled at her boyfriend. “Get the hell out!” she continued to yell at him. “You think you can just come in here and start shit with Oliver who has done nothing to you and beat the shit out of him?” Kara asked and continued to push him. Angrily wiping the tears from her eyes, Kara looked at him hurt about everything that was going on. “How could you do this to my family? You promised me that you would try harder. Y-You promised me.” Kara felt so hurt and angry at everything, she found herself struggling to find the words to express how she felt. Kara felt torn. She wanted to honestly understand that Matt had anger issues and that he was trying before but at the same time, he had hurt the one person he could never hurt. “Y-You promised me you w-w-would try Matt,” she whispered in a defeated tone, her arms falling to her side.

In a stiff stance, Matt watched Kara walk over to him. Keeping his arms straight to his sides, he furrowed his eyebrows as she began to push him back. His head was turned to the side as she yelled at him and kicked him out of the apartment. Everything she was saying and the way she looked at him while she said them actually hurt him. That was the part that made him feel bad - it made him feel terrible. It was a sort of terrible he didn’t even know he could feel. However, he didn’t now regret hitting Oliver because he hit Oliver. He regretted it because of the way Kara was now. Matt didn’t know if that meant he would hit Oliver again given the chance that Kara never knew. Maybe. Was that why she was mad at him?

“I tried,” he began, gesturing to himself. “I fucking tried, but he… You know I hate him. What did you expect to happen with the two of us in the same room? He…” Matt was trying to find a reason that Kara would see it his way. Right now, Matt knew he was in the right. He assumed the only reason Kara was upset was because it was Oliver of all people, but not because he was wrong. It was hard for him to see it any other way. “The way he touched you and talked to you, I mean come on. Come on, Kara. I get that he’s your friend or whatever, but I tried.”

In his mind, after Kara had placed a pillow under his head, he had given her a smile as a thank you. If it even looked like a smile, Oliver didn’t really know, but he tried. He couldn’t see, but he could hear Kara yelling at Matt. He could also hear feet shuffling. With a small groan as he tried to adjust himself, Oliver soon decided against that with how much it hurt. It wasn’t much longer after that that he felt something licking his face. After opening his good eye, he saw that it was Mati. It was the kind of distraction he needed right now. He didn’t want to focus on the pain or focus on the argument Kara and Matt were having right now. He just wanted it all to go away. As Mati continued to lick his face, Oliver moved his head a little closer to her.

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“Ollie don’t,” Kara warned Oliver. She knew that if Oliver addressed Matt or did anything towards Matt it would only further anger her boyfriend. As angry as she was with Matt, the last thing she wanted was to have a fight break out and make things worse between them. Oliver had every right to be angry at Matt but Matt wasn’t the type to stand down after something like this. Before she could stop it though, Oliver was throwing a punch at Matt and Kara was left in stunned silence. She knew what was coming next. Kara knew that this wasn’t going to to go over well with her boyfriend and she grew concerned for Oliver.

“Matt, please,” she begged him when he recovered from the punch Oliver threw at him. She was about to make her way towards him to calm him down when he ran towards Oliver, throwing continuous punches at her best friend. “Matt, stop!” Kara begged her boyfriend, watching uselessly as the two continued to fight. She could feel tears starting to fall to her cheeks as Matt continued to threw punches at Oliver. She’d never been scared of Matt in her life before but seeing this now, seeing the way he was attacking Oliver for no reason, she felt scared for Oliver’s safety. From the corner of her eye, she could see Mati nipping at Matt’s pants, trying to fight Matt for attacking Oliver and that scared her too. She was scared of Mati getting hurt.

Letting out a scream when Oliver fell over her coffee table, she sunk to the ground and began to sob. When she watched Olive’s body go weak and stopped fighting, it snapped her out of her shock and she promptly walked over to them. For a moment, she worried at Matt had killed Oliver and the flash of pain she felt in her chest was almost unbearable. “Matt stop, Matt, you’re going to kill him,” she said, trying to push him off of Oliver. “Stop, that’s enough. You’ve done enough and you’re scaring me,” she finally admitted. “Please don’t make me call the cops on you.” Lightly hitting Matt on the arm to get him to let go, she then shoved him off of Oliver. “Ollie,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry Ollie.” Kara continued to cry as she cradled Oliver’s head.

In his state, Matthew didn’t even notice that Oliver had stopped defending himself. He was just punching him wherever he could as often as he could. This was how he usually was. This was what happened whenever Matt got so angry. It was like his mind went blank and all he could do or think about was fighting. Everything else around him disappeared and all that was left was his punches and whoever he was punching. In this case, that was Oliver. The boy laid there practically lifeless and Matt couldn’t bring himself to stop. He just couldn’t. The blond didn’t even feel Mati nipping at his legs. All he was focused on was punching Oliver. At this point, he couldn’t even remember why.

Eventually, Kara’s voice made it to his head. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t just a voice in his head and that his girlfriend was actually calling for him. Everything around them started to clear up, his vision no longer blurred. With heavy breathing, he quickly got off of Oliver. He needed to blink rapidly before his vision cleared completely. Lowering his hand, he looked down at Kara’s roommate before watching the scene in front of him. As he realized just how bad things had gotten, he almost took a step forward before deciding against it.

If he were honest, Matt couldn’t bring himself to feel bad about what he had done to Oliver. It was that part of him that couldn’t bring himself to care about others that he didn’t care for. Even if Oliver meant something to his girlfriend, it was like something inside himself was broken enough to make it hard for him to care that he just beat the shit out of an innocent person. That innocent person didn’t matter to him, so why should he care? What he did care about, however, was the look on Kara’s face and what she had said earlier. “Kara…”

Finally. Finally, Matt got off of him and he had never felt more relieved in his life. It was like he could finally breathe and boy did Oliver gasp for his life for breath. Wheezing slightly as he struggled, he kept his eyes closed, mostly because he couldn’t. His face felt swollen as hell and he felt blood coming from… somewhere. Everywhere. He couldn’t tell. He just knew he felt blood. Even though he knew he was laying on top of a broken table with broken pieces everywhere, Oliver couldn’t stand up. He could barely move. All he wanted to do was lay there until the pain went away - if it ever went away. Then, when he heard Kara calling his name, he did his best to open his eyes. The best he could do was open one of them. “Kara…” he whispered, groaning when she moved to cradle his head. “C–Can you please… He… I don’t want him here. Please. I… It hurts. I-I… Please make him go.”

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fight club | matt/kara/oliver

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Innocently enough, Oliver wrongly assumed that he was safe to go back to his room and eat his pizza while watching Netflix with Mati. Boy, was he wrong. It was natural for him to be that affectionate with Kara in the most platonic way. If he had realized what he was really doing in front of Matthew of all people, he would have definitely not done so. Oliver didn’t even get the chance to react before the blonde man was grabbing his shirt and landed a swift punch to his face. Due to the impact, the boy fell back with a loud groan, a hand covering his eye where the other’s fist landed. “What the hell!?” he exclaimed, trying to ignore the pain, though that proved difficult. He should have just grabbed his pizza and go. “What the hell, dude? I didn’t do anything to you,” Oliver continued, gesturing wildly at Matt before he walked over to him.

Now Oliver had never been in a fight ever in his life. He wasn’t even sure how to properly form a fist. That didn’t stop him from trying. The punch sparked something in him, causing him to actually throw a punch at Matt. He threw his arm forward as hard as possible and when it actually landed, he resisted the urge to cry out in pain. Punches hurt more than he had imagined - and he wasn’t just talking about receiving them. Taking a few steps back after punching Matt, he couldn’t help but expect the worse now.

After the first punch, Matt assumed that would be it. As if someone like Oliver would even attempt to fight back. So when the other man actually walked over to him, the blonde’s eyebrows furrowed together before an unexpected punch was thrown his way. He had to admit, it was definitely not the kind of punch he would have expected from Oliver. His head snapped to the side at the impact, feeling a sort of sting on his lip and he knew what that usually meant. His tongue stuck out to lick where it stung, tasting a bit of blood on there. Clenching his jaw, he stared at Oliver who had already stepped away from him. Something inside Matthew told him to stop right there. He had done enough damage, but another much bigger thing inside him wouldn’t let him.

Without a moment’s more of hesitation. He went straight to the other guy, first shoving him. “Now you decide to be a man,” he growled out before he struck another punch. The punches didn’t stop there. Matt struck a couple more, the force behind them stronger than before. Oliver surprisingly didn’t just take all these punches, the other throwing in a few himself. That, of course, only caused Matt to get angrier and at this, he knocked Oliver over with another punch.

This was to be expected. Oliver wasn’t naive enough to think his punch was going to stop Matt from fighting him even more. So when the punches kept coming, he wasn’t shocked or surprised - he was just in pain. Out of instinct, Oliver did his best to try to hit Matt back. A lot missed, but a few actually landed. How hard those hits were, he had no clue. He was just trying to fight for his life right now. One look at Matt and it was obvious someone like Oliver would lose in a fight with him. It didn’t help Oliver’s scared mind when he remembered that Matthew was a boxer. His whole face hurt and it was getting harder to punch the other guy. Then, after another huge blow to the face and gut, he felt himself falling over onto the coffee table with Matt’s body soon over his.

That hurt like a mother fucker. The biggest groan left his lips, but despite the pain, he went back to trying his hardest to get Matt off of him. He was afraid of what would happen if the man didn’t stop. A weak arm tried to elbow him at the side, but the didn’t work. After a few more punches, Oliver felt completely weak. He had no more fight in him left. There was nothing to do now except to just take it. Maybe it’ll be over soon.

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fight club | matt/kara/oliver

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If it wasn’t for Kara getting in between them and busting out that trembling lip, there was no doubt that Matt would have been all up in Oliver’s face. He was getting way too annoyed to hold back at this point. Still, weakened by the sight of his girlfriend, he simply crossed his arms and looked away like a child that had just been scorned. However, when the other guy began to open his stupidly annoying mouth, Matt’s eyes glanced back at him. Things only worsened when he saw Oliver place a hand on Kara’s cheek. It wasn’t like Matt was necessarily threatened by Kara’s relationship with her roommate, but at the same time, he kinda was. Not that Kara would leave him for the lanky guy, but that said lanky guy would develop some stalker crush on his girlfriend. Clenching his jaw, his anger issues finally got the best of him. “Hey,” he called out, stepping around Kara and reaching Oliver. Without much thought, Matt grabbed the other by his shirt and punched him straight in the face.

Kara was thankful that she managed to dissipate things between them before it got really bad. She knew that the things Matt was saying to Oliver was mean and that he didn’t deserve it so Kara made a mental note to talk to Matt about them. All she really wanted was for her best friend and her boyfriend to be at least civil towards each other. Giving Oliver a small smile when he spoke, she sighed as he placed a comforting hand on her cheek. It didn’t even register to Kara that the things Oliver was saying or that he touched her would piss Matt off as it felt so normal to the blonde. Before she could register what was happening, Matt had walked past her and grabbed Oliver by the shirt. Staring at her boyfriend wide eyed, before she could stop it, Matt had already thrown a punch at Oliver. Gasping, she covered her mouth and stepped back. “Matt, what the fuck?” she asked in shock. “What the fuck are you doing?” She could feel the anger starting to boil as what Matt did was completely unnecessary and unprovoked.

Innocently enough, Oliver wrongly assumed that he was safe to go back to his room and eat his pizza while watching Netflix with Mati. Boy, was he wrong. It was natural for him to be that affectionate with Kara in the most platonic way. If he had realized what he was really doing in front of Matthew of all people, he would have definitely not done so. Oliver didn’t even get the chance to react before the blonde man was grabbing his shirt and landed a swift punch to his face. Due to the impact, the boy fell back with a loud groan, a hand covering his eye where the other’s fist landed. “What the hell!?” he exclaimed, trying to ignore the pain, though that proved difficult. He should have just grabbed his pizza and go. “What the hell, dude? I didn’t do anything to you,” Oliver continued, gesturing wildly at Matt before he walked over to him.

Now Oliver had never been in a fight ever in his life. He wasn’t even sure how to properly form a fist. That didn’t stop him from trying. The punch sparked something in him, causing him to actually throw a punch at Matt. He threw his arm forward as hard as possible and when it actually landed, he resisted the urge to cry out in pain. Punches hurt more than he had imagined - and he wasn’t just talking about receiving them. Taking a few steps back after punching Matt, he couldn’t help but expect the worse now.

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Matt rolled his eyes at Kara calling him a dick and at what she proceeded to say afterwards. He knew that his little jabs at her roommate wouldn’t go over well with her, but he just couldn’t help himself. Before he had any chance to protest, Kara was taking his hand and leading him to the couch. He sat down grumpily, jaw slacked to the side in annoyance. His eyes moved to where his girlfriend was going and when he saw that she was struggling to pick up the box, he promptly stood up and picked up the container for her. The moment that Oliver opened his mouth, Matt was already ready with another eye roll. It was like the more time he had to spend with the boy, the more he grew annoyed with him. As he was passing by with the container, he heard Oliver muttering something, only increasing Matthew’s annoyance. “If you have something to say, just say it. Be a man for once,” he called the other out, placing the box on the floor.

Giving Matt a thankful smile when he got up and helped her with the box, she quickly kissed him on the cheek and watched him as he started to pick up the box with ease. Kara’s heart stopped when Matt placed the box on the floor and argued with Oliver. Standing between them, Kara glared at Matt and shook her head. “Enough babe,” she warned him before looking back at Oliver. “You too, that’s enough. Can we please just have a good day? Is it so hard for the two of you to just get along for me?” Kara asked, er bottom lip trembling as she looked at the two pleadingly.

With every intention to head back to his room, he didn’t see Matt drop the box to address him. Oliver was very sure that he had said his last comment as quietly as possible. Matt must have some super hearing or something. Either way, Oliver became a little afraid. He knew the reputation that followed the blonde man and he didn’t exactly want to be on the receiving end of it. Although, he did have to admit he was getting a little more annoyed as this went on. Narrowed eyes stared at the guy before Kara came in between them. Distracted by her trembling lip, he sighed and looked away. “I didn’t even do anything. I literally just existed and this guy can’t handle it. I love you, Kara, but you should have known better than to have us at the same place at the same time. It was never going to work out. We can’t even be in the same vicinity for two seconds even though I did nothing,” he said, the last sentence being said while he looked at Matt. Sighing, he placed a hand on Kara’s cheek before bringing it back down. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be in my room.”

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Furrowing his eyebrows when Kara called him back out, he stepped foot into the living room. Arms crossed, Matt leaned against the wall with a roll of his eyes at the conversation the two of them were having. Why Kara was fighting hard for Oliver to stay and help, Matt had no clue. He wished she wouldn’t, though. He came over to help her, not to have to spend this long with her roommate. “Just let him go, Kara. Look at him. He’s right. He’s not cut out for this. I can build it on my own. We do need him.”

Kara huffed in annoyance. Was it too much to ask for seeing the men in her lives get along and hangout? She didn’t want them to hate each other anymore. She just wanted them to at least be civil. “Matt,” Kara scowled and narrowed her eyes at him. “Stop being a dick.” Opening her beer, she took a quick sip of it before setting it down on a coaster before setting it on the table. “Matt’s here to help me with my room. We’re in the living room. We’re fixing the living room first before we do my room.” Turning to Matt, she took his hand and smiled before leading him to the couch and sitting him down. Going to the side, Kara struggled to grab the box that contained her shoe cabinet. “We are now going to build a damn shoe cabinet!”

Setting down his water bottle and taking the beer that Kara had gotten (having a feeling that he would need it), he opened it as well after putting aside his plate. Oliver huffed slightly, but ate away his annoyance by picking up his pizza again. He was aware that Matt didn’t like him. Oliver didn’t even like Matt. The two of them worked fine by just ignoring each other. It was a flawless system, in Oliver’s humble opinion. Even if the other’s statements annoyed him, he decided to remain silent on it. Besides, he was scared of him, but that was besides the point. When Kara appeared annoyed, Oliver flinched a little, eyes widening before he took another long sip of his beer. “Kara, clearly my presence isn’t wanted. I helped you with the table. We had our roommate bonding Ikea time. It’s fine. I’ll just stay in my room. It’s okay. Don’t want to disturb the highness,” he obviously whispered the last part.