The Things We’ll Miss | John Price X Gn!reader

It didn't start on October 7th

(Teen Wolf x reader)

summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.

warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character

Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.

_You promised!

You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.

You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.

You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.

_I know, I know...but..

His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.

_but what?

You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.

_but you are my best soldier!

The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.

_I never signed up for this!

True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.

Money.

It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.

The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.

He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?

You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.

Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.

Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.

A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.

_FINE!

He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.

Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.

Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.

Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.

Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.

There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.

OMG You were jumping around, shringing.

THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!

And it was no longer a wish or a dream!

You couldn't beleive it.

_Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.

Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!

Just because we aren't seeing more posts about Palestine, doesn't mean the genocide has stopped. Let's keep Praying and speaking up for Gaza, Palestine.

(X-men x reader).Part 1

Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!

I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).

requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.

warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.

fanfiction, still not edited.

You didn't quite understood, what he meant when he said you weren't going to like your next life. Until, you opened you eyes to see, this dark dirty room, it looked like one of those preason in the second world war, and it didn't look like you were there for too long.

You didn't have any information, about this body. Only that it belong to a female girl, in 20. She was kidnapped and raised as a weapon, her whole life, and that was it.

HHe didn't gave you anything more, and to be quite franc, you didn't need any, and you didn't think that you will need them. From just there, you understood that she wasn't near anyone, that will cause you problems in the furur.

Looking around, you found that the small prison room, you were in, wasn't all powerful to keep you, meaning that whoever put you here doesn't know about the powers this body holds. The chaines weren't holding your hands right, it hurt whenevver you move it, but with your hey pain tolerance you may be able to break them.

As you closed your eyes, trying to activite your power, when suddenly the door opened. A man in melitary form enter, at first glace you knew who he was, which caused you to curse in your head unconsciously.

_ My name is Marcy William Stryker. You will be excuted to death for stealing. is that correct?

He spoke as he took in your form, you tried to hug yourself as a way to sheald yourself from his eyes, as much as possible, with your hands chained to your back.

You were all dirty, but that didn't hide, how beautiful you were, he wouldn't lie, just looking at those eyes of yours, made him feel at ease, as if a big heavy weight was lift off his shoulders. You shone with innocence, rare thing only found in newborn.

He already made a promise to himself to protect you from the horny and uncontrolable men, that he took in his team. He would have done it, even if he knew how capable you were. It was just like a fatherly instinct inside of him that somehow convinced him to protect you and take you under his wings, even if it was the first time he saw you face to face.

You on the other hand, was thinking either to cut off his head, and miss up the story or go with him and watch your favorite charcter go through a traumatize life, to become the worlverine you know all too well.

_If you go with me, I will give the best you will ever dream of. A nice warm bed, food...clothes. What ever you wish for. With me you wouldn't have to worry about hiding what you are.

He looked dirctly in your eyes, and you could see the sincerity in them. He didn't use the word work, neither did he imply it.

You stared at each other for a good minute, before you sigh nodding. Not having the power or the will to speak. You were hungry and tired,wich was one of the reasons why you accepted, because either if you run away, you would only found yourself in the street, that if you found away out of the war zone.

You walk out of the expensive bathroom. When he said he will take care of you, you didn't expect him to go this far. He brought you the nicest room, and the most expensive product that smells good you wouldn't lie.

Looking out the window you tried not to think much about the meeting that will happen sooner than you wil like it. It's not that you don't want to meet him, you are more afraid of what you may do, or how you will act around him. Or maybe you can ignore him, and just watch...Yeah that sound like a good idea.

Suddenly an idea popped in your head, since you came here, you still hadn't seen yourself. With that you start searshing for a mirror, until you found one,sticked on the wardroped, near the window.

You slowly walked to it, as you imagine, how you may look like. By what you saw when you were shoowering was kind give away on how you looked, but yet you had to see full body with your face.

You let a gasped...Oh my godness, you looked fine, breathtaking. There wasn't a word that could discribe you. It was just dream body of every girl, minus the small cutes here and there, but damn.

You giggled as you posed, like those girl you see on social media. You always felt infure to them, about how you looked. Now ypu wish come true, no more buillying and no more pressing on yourself.

Your giggles soon turn to a full laugh, as you throw yourself enjoying the beautiful soft bed, huggin yourself, making sure that it was really, 100% real and not just you imagination, maybe he was wrong and you will have fun here.

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Who did this to you? - 7

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, gun, fights

Word Count: 2.8k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part6

Rays, molten gold, heralding the dawn of a new day, a new chance, poured through the dense layer of wandering clouds. The smell of rain was in the air. Light beamed down on the couple, saying farewell to the man leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest.

The mischievous grin had vanished from Alfie's lips, swept away by the wind. Smiling, he embraced Y/N wrapped in a warming blanket and a button-down reaching to her knees painted in blueish and greenish hues.

            "I'm sorry. I had to do it, little one." Alfie whispered into her ear.

            "Thank you," Y/N replied.

The woman, weakened by the burden, leaned her head against his chest, embraced him, but the fingertips did not touch. Her heart bore no hate for the man. His hands slid down her back and released her. The warmth, the sparkle in his eyes was gone and stared at the Shelby with a warning look. Alfie uttered no admonition, did not curse Thomas, but his eyes piercing the air spoke volumes, telling him to watch over her, to protect her with fists and heart, guessing if Thomas didn't change, he would lose the young woman forever.

            "Thank you, Alfie." Thomas voiced.

The addressed nodded with a wicked grin as his tongue licked over his bottom lip.

            "If the Shelby doesn't change, then you know where to find me Y/N/N." Alfie teased, yet there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

Thomas rested his hand on her lower back, said nothing in response, had heard the words loud and clear, the judgment, the laughter, but the silver tongued man couldn't speak, nor raise his voice against the man who had saved his wife and allowed him to save the ruins, the debris of his from afar perfect looking marriage.

The delicate hand, giving him warmth and strength, the hope of a fairy-tale ending clasped his. The couple turned, walked towards the vehicle parked awfully a few steps away from the front door. Keys jiggled. Thomas readjusted the blanket wrapped around her shivering form, concealing her shoulders, had spotted the goosebumps spreading over her flesh conjured by the rising breeze and led his wife to the passenger side.

Elegantly, as if it was the first date, Thomas opened the door for his wife, lifted the blanket with sullied corners and closed the door. Smiling, he raised his right hand in a welcoming gesture, thanked Solomons again for what he had done and got into the vehicle.

            Gasping, Y/N leaned her head against the window. The coldness eased the pain. Colours merged, the lush green of the trees with the wandering clouds engulfing the rising sun. Reddish rays kissed the awakening land. Cawing birds circled the fields and roes fled in great haste, jumping over fallen trees and hurdles into the forest. Trees fenced the deserted road. Words did not escape, but the silence was not troubling and Y/N thought she could hear the ravens singing.

He remembers, Y/N though. A weak smile spread across her lips. Thomas was reaching for her hand, fearing she would flinch, but Y/N let it happen, allowed him to clasp her hand. Wounds healed under his tender and caring touch. His thumb travelled in circular motions across her skin.

            "I've taken the rest of the month off," Thomas announced.

His eyes slid to her, turned away from the uncrowded town, and followed the road leading through the awakening city. The shops were still shuttered and students, a few shopkeepers, bustled about in the streets still lightened by swaying lanterns. Patiently Thomas waited, hoping she would answer, but her lips were sealed, not seeming to want to speak, desiring silence to reign.

            "I was thinking we could leave the town. I could rent us a hotel; we could spend a few weeks there and spend time together. Far from London, the family, my responsibilities and getting to know each other better. It would do us good." Thomas hesitantly continued.

A sparkle of hope ignited in his eyes.

            "Of course, I understand if you don't agree. Please take all the time you need. I understand. I can wait." he added, sounding nervous.

Thomas looked with anticipation, a little sparkle of hope, down at this wife.

            "It sounds nice," Y/N spoke.

Her gaze was focused on the road framed by houses mirroring each other, with gardens of wilting flowers and mourning trees, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her husband was smiling. The words were gentle, and she hoped he wasn't kind to lure her into his embrace, ashamed to file for divorce, fearing the stares people would give. Y/N chuckled, realised it was Thomas Shelby she was thinking about. A man women would kill for. A strange, indescribable feeling built up in her stomach. The pit deepened. Y/N leaned forward. Her eyes glided over the road, back and forth, from house to house. She tensed under his touch. Y/N searched for the answer. The pit in her stomach turned into a vortex, a wave swallowing life, islands and ships.

            "What's wrong?" worriedly Thomas inquired.

The car slowed not to a standstill, rolled not faster than a walker. Fear reigned in his troubled mind, fearing the worst, found no blood escaping her limbs, an undying spring staining the rough fabric. Hectically, he searched for the reason for the pain, the fear in her watering eyes. Her fingers loosened in his touch, slipped away into the void, the source of darkness, all evil.

            "Y/N/N." Thomas spoke with a breaking voice, rousing her from her rigidity.

Speechless, gasping, Y/N pointed at the house. The sun was rising, yet yellowish light was burning in the living room. The curtains were ripped in half. The door was ajar, opening in the falling and rising breeze. Lips did not touch. The rain had washed the traces of gore from the sidewalk.

Eyes grew dull, grey and misty, deep autumn.

Shaking, a muffled scream ripped through the silence. The brakes chased the birds lingering in the nests away. Ignoring the voice, roaring thunder, telling her to turn, Y/N jumped. Her throat was aching. Y/N did not turn, raced, heard his voice forcing her to turn, to wait, but she ignored him like a child. Pushing the gate open, she felt the stabbing pain in her side, but did not halt and followed the path.

A hand forced her to stop, to not dare to take another step. Thomas pressed her hard against his body, pushed forward and forbid his wife to enter the house. Y/N protested, cried out, screamed her name, struggled with veiled eyes, tried to resist, but Thomas was too strong.

He rose, a shield of protection, the last wall of defence, stronger and thicker, unclaimable by the enemy with ladders and spears. The shards on the floor, once a vase graced by hundreds of finely drawn ornaments, caused Y/N to gasp. Thomas placed his hand on her head, almost brushing her eye, felt the long lashes under his touch, covering her ear and feeling her shrieking heart colliding with his skin. Drawing the pistol, he aimed at the door, had searched for the enemy beyond the tinted windows, but no figures were lurking in the house.

            "Stay behind. Do you understand?" he commanded, whispering into her ear.

It wasn't a question. Eyes grew in fear. She had never heard this sound in her whole life, had heard tales about it and the tone send a shiver down her spine. Before Y/N could tell him to wait, to ask to get someone so he wouldn't rush into the house alone, Thomas released her from his rigid grip. Cursing, Thomas kicked the door open. The doorhandle marked the wall, broke through the wallpaper and rammed into the porous wall. He stormed into the house. Thomas called out, but the second he stepped into the building he knew, felt it in every fibre of his body, that nobody was left there to suffer a slow death.

            The receiver hung from the cord, dangling back and forth.

Swiftly Thomas searched the living room followed by the kitchen, shouting but getting no answer and when he was sure no one was hiding in the corners, he turned to face his wife rooting into the screaming wood. Y/N pointed at the receiver. She shielded her lips with her palm. Tears streamed down her face. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't do otherwise than stare at it, at the fragments crunching beneath his hasty steps.

Flowers were trampled, the reddish petals mudded and dried. Stains had eaten into the carpet and a dark crust had formed. Nail had left deep marks on the wallpaper, a cat scratching the wall to sharpen the claws or hoping to get the owner's attention. The coat lay on the floor, arms outflung with missing buttons.

            "Peggy?", "Peggy!" she cried out.

Y/N screamed, awoke from a stupor. As if stung by a bee, Y/N ran up the stairs, ignoring the pain sweeping through her body. Healing wounds tore open. Gasping, Y/N took two steps at a time, tried three but failed, and pushed the door to Peggy's room open. A sickening sweet floral scent benumbed her mind. The room was pristine, free of the traces of a struggle. The bed was untouched. Not wasting a moment to close the door, she ran on, rushing into each of the rooms, but found nothing, not her parents, no soul nor an intruder.

A glimmer of hope sparked in her chest, heard the deep voice echoing through the house, soothing her heart and soul. She leaned forward, suddenly realising it was all her fault, that they were not interested in Peggy but in her, in the man on whom revenge had to be taken to gain money or weapons. Tears ran in rivulets. Slowly Y/N turned around, looked at the stairs, felt nothing, empty and devoid of emotions, and followed the hush voice.

Clouds swallowed the sun, and darkness cascaded across the wooden floor. The water, the rain smothered the spark, had hoped he was talking to Peggy, but Thomas held the receiver of the phone in his hand with the gun in the other and spoke harshly with the person on the other side. Her heart contracted. This can't be happening, Y/N breathed, cursing herself. Thomas did not hear his wife, the stairs moaning under her weight. Her eyes fell on the paper, crumpling under his firm grip.

            "Thomas?" Y/N whispered.

Abruptly, without saying farewell, Thomas ended the call and stuffed the lump of paper into the pocket. He took a blanket, lying on the floor and ran up the stairs and it was the moment she realised the blanket had slipped from her shoulders.

            "Thomas. What have you found?" she continued, suspecting the worst.

The smile healed her soul.

            "Don't worry. I have everything under control. Everything is fine. In a moment, Arthur and the others will arrive. Polly and Ada will take you home and tend to your wounds. You will take a warm bath and eat dinner. Ada baked a cake and before you know I will be with you," Thomas replied.

Lowering the blanket on her shoulders, he ran his palms over her upper arms, giving her warmth, and placed his lips on her forehead.

            "Peggy's not here. She's gone. Is that blood? What have you found?", "I'll take care of everything. Don't worry. Everything's fine." Thomas spoke like a mantra but the words failed to calm her, aroused fear.

            "It's my fault," Y/N uttered with widened eyes.

Hands gave her support, held her on her feet, clasped her, pressed her form to his chest and led Y/N down the stairs. Thomas suppressed the urge to curse like a sailor, sealed his lips shut, feeling the healing wounds as they tore open again, and continued to caress her back.

            "No, my dear, it's not your fault, you're not to blame.", "No, it should have been me. They wanted to kill me. They want to harm you. I'm the weakest link in the chain and they've got Peggy. They were watching the house; they didn't realise I was long gone and maybe they did, but before they could do anything, Alfie was there." Y/N cried out, swallowed half the words.

His loving eyes settled on hers and she paused.

            "It's not your fault. My love, please. You're not to blame for anything that happened. I'll find Peggy. I know where she is. She's alright.", "There's blood. Tommy. That's blood. Peggy is injured. That's her blood, Tommy." Y/N screamed into his shoulder.

Her fingers clawed at his coat. His hands cupped her face, forcing her tenderly and yet with strength to face him. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs. His warm breath touched her cheeks, but he could not banish the callousness, the blush akin to when a lover spoke words of affection. The hesitance was gone. Thomas embraced his wife, placed his hand on the back of her head, not allowing her to observe the chaos more closely, guessing what had happened, knowing it, feeling it in every fibre of his body, knew when Peggy had screamed that someone had attacked her, that someone had followed her to at least complete the order on some aspect.

            Wheels screeched. Curses broke the silence and woke the neighbours from a deep slumber. Confused, Y/N looked around, wanting to know what had happened, and Thomas breathed the answer into her hair. Arthur followed by the rest of the family, John and Polly stormed into the house like an armada with guns drawn, prepared to kill anyone daring to stand in the way, but they all came to a halt, shocked, not trusting their eyes, seeing Y/N in her husband's arms, had assumed it was her who was in danger.

            "I will not leave you alone," Y/N murmured.

Thomas chuckled.

            "You forgot who you married. Yes, you will, Ada and Polly will take you home, you will be safe there, Arthur and the others will accompany me." Thomas answered.

He stroked her tousled hair and whispered promises into her ear. The protests died in the ocean of affection, words sounding too wonderful, out of a romance, too good to be true.

            "Solomons will ring our bell, let him in. He will look after you and ensure your safety. Where is Polly?" Thomas addressed Ada.

She nodded fleetingly, drew nearer to the couple, ashamed she had never let Y/N know how much she liked her, knew as a woman she was the one who should have welcomed Y/N into the family with open arms. Ada slipped out of the coat and put it on her shoulders.

            "She is preparing a bath and necessary things," Ada answered.

Cautiously, fearing Y/N would flee, she placed her gloved hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Eyes fluttered open and Polly smiled and Y/N did not return it.

            "I can buy another one," Ada assured, motherly.

She brushed the loose strand behind Y/N´s ear, answered the unspoken question, drawing Y/N´s attention to herself and not to the debating and cursing men.

            "Don't worry, we will take care of you. Polly is cooking a soup, and the blankets are warming up by the fire. We will eat cake, and after the bath, you can go to sleep." she spoke in a soothing tone.

Thomas placed his wife in the care of the woman welcoming her with a gentle voice and outstretched arms. Ada did not give the woman a chance to reconsider. A veil of pure darkness settled on his striking features. Nostrils flared. Thomas cursed. His flexing hand slipped into his trouser pocket, retrieved the wrinkled paper, and handed it to Arthur. Eyes focused on the delicately curved initials, representing a name they all knew. Dry, bitter laughter mixed with bloody murder. Down the long road, the women went on, away from the gruesome scene and Y/N, too exhausted to fight, to raise her voice and speak her mind, let it happen, oblivious to the commotion in the house.

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Daredevil

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summary: - (M/N) : "Matt Murdock isn't the daredevil, and I can prove that!"

Inspired by a post from pinterest

warnings :Fluff, mention of hickeys, hint of sex, matt murdock x male! reader

I'm not satisfied with this but here you go!

You were sitting alone in a cozy looking coffee, a cup of hot choclate in your hands. You were waiting for one pn your friends, they were suppose to meet you today, an hour ago, but their work seem to hold them.

You didn't mind, you were actually enjoying the normality, which had been robbed from you, the day you decided to help the vigilante of Hell's kitchen.

At that time you were new to the place, and it happened the night you moved in. You were reading your book on the sofa, when you heard something. A loud sound scaring the living out of you.

Thinking it was some thief, you reach for your gun. If you remember right, your friend who used to live here, had warned you about Hell's kitchen. He told you this place was full of criminals, all type of them.

Seeing as there was no other sound, you decided to check. You walked down the stairs. Very cautionsly, you looked left and right and to your suprise you saw a man, wearing all black passe out next to your neibhood door, and there was a small similar to rust, which meant only one thing, Blood.

You put your gun in your pocket, and slowly walked to the man who breathed heavely(You supected it was from blood lost), but soon as sat next to him your guard went up , you could heard someone scream, and you could guess from what you catch them saying, they were looking for someone. Putting two and two together you knew they were talking about this passe out man.

Without hesitation you cared him princess style, taking him inside your small appartment , and patched him up. It wasn't hard, since you used to work in the hospital, helping your mother around.

The next day, he woke you up with a punsh in the face. Which didn't ended good for him.

How dare he push you in the face after you helped him from been caugh from the bad guys, putting your life in danger.

After calming him down ,with one hand caging his hands above his head, the other holding his thight to stop him from thrashing around, while setting on his lap. You calmily explain what happened, as calm as someone can be in this situation. He didn't trust you entirely, until he listened to the beating of your heart.

You didn't let leave until he was complitly healed, which scared the living shit of his friends, but you did care , no. You had a patient in your hand, a vigilant on top of that, and you knew one thing about vigilant, is that they never give themselve propore rest.

The time he stayed in your house, you both become friend, closer than he liked to admit. Which soon turned into something beautiful, yet he didn't ask you for a date almsot a year later.

You can blame it on Matt's trust issues, and his past relationships, but you weren't like them, Matt knew that. You were an angel send from above, his angel. That loves him, and ready to stand between him and the bullet if they have to, a thing he doesn't a prove to, but still greatfull about.

_(M/N)!!

A voice cut your train of thought, and you looked up to see your friend. They were a beautifull , yet you never found yourself attracted to them.

_Do you know how many times I had been calling for you!

She huffed, making you let out a small laugh as you put your now cold cup down.

_Sorry I was lost in my mind.

_ So??

You titled your head confused.

_So?

_Did you find evidence that Matt Murdock is the daredevil.

Yes, you thought. The evidence been your eyes, and the hickeys on your body, espacially your chest. Man was he obessed with your chest.

So yes, you knew who the Daredevil was, but you aren't going to tell. You rather die with two bullets in the head, before you betrayed his trust. The trust he had fought his brain for, to finally be put in your hands.

_ I found more evidence that he was not daredevil!

You didn't let her comment, before you keep talking.

_First one, it's illegal, and I'm pretty sure as a lawyer (you insisted on the word lawyer) Matt would already knew that.

Her expression change in to a thinking one, and you had to stop a smile. Your plan was working.

_ The second reason, Murdock is a catholic ,from what I found, his a religious man, so he can't be vigilantes. It's writting in the bible.

_ Daredevil hocked up with frank Castle, and Matt Mudrock would never do that, he already in a relationship with me.

Frank Castle, you blushed as you remembered the man. Matt and you were drunk one night and in the middle of hooking up, the same night Frank Castle had crushed in "red's" house, and one lead to another. In conclusion, you fucked both of them, and you don't regret that.

_ the last reason is, the man is blind. Which will make it hard for him to move around, without any assistance. How would a blind guy fight a criminal with a freaking gun..hmm?

You raised an deyebrow, watching their expression change to disappointed as they crossed the name of your boyfriend out of their list, and you felt releive wash over you, with a little of guilty , they were putting so much efford in finding out who Daredevil was, and you wondered why?

They whispered a small thank you , before taking a step ourside. Head held down, you wanted to confort them but you knew them better than anyone else, they were going to be fine, and you right. Just a second later, they raised their head high, eyes shining bright, it was funny.

_Thank you.

A voice spoke from behind, almost making you jump of of your place. Snapping your head, you found your boyfriend smirking. Speaking of the devil.

_Matt, stop scaring me, like that.

Your hands were on your heart as an attempt to calm it down, before the said man stole one of them to give a small kiss on your palm, and you coudln't find in your heart to stay mad at him, how could you when he looked so innocent and cute like that, he was lucky you both in public, all your unholy thought would have become reality.

Matt let out an amused laugh, who would have thought, you were perv, but he still loved you.