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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Love Me Again. / M. Murdock.
SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 matt swore that before marrying you, he’d let go of daredevil—he did, now it’s been almost a decade and wilson fisk is now mayor, which makes hell’s kitchen even more dangerous than it was before—calling daredevil, breaking matt’s promise.
CW. 𝜗𝜚 m. murdock x reader / established relationship, reader is whatttt??? angst, arguments, wounds, blood,
A/N. 𝜗𝜚 ahhhh yes, my favorite genre… superhero’s partners getting upset over them when they’re bruised or cut up and fighting with them because they can’t bare to see them like this… exquisite 🤌
The lock to Matt’s apartment twists with a click announcing that the door is open, your footsteps as you climb up the stairs let Matt know of your arrival, which makes him stand immediately and run to his room, searching for a shirt to cover his scarred body.
“Matt, I’m home!” You take off your coat and place it on the coat hanger, then toss the keys on the island.
Matt comes out of your shared room, you smile when you see his, he walks over to you and places a soft kiss on your lips, his hand finding its place on your lower back while you rub his shoulder. “How do you feel?” He asks.
“Tired, glad to be home.” He nods and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“So am I.”
“I’m going to change, can you prepare me some tea or something?”
“Of course, I’ll be right on it.” He walks into the kitchen as you walk into your bedroom.
You place your bag on the drawer and take your heels off, your height quickly shortening once the plant of your feet touches the ground. You chuckle at yourself and shake your head.
You hear a buzz coming from your bag, you go ahead and take your phone out and you see that you have received a message. It’s from your sister, who had just texted you that she’s back in town. You reply to her fast and quickly make plans, you go and let Matt know, but as you are exiting the bedroom, you notice him making you the tea, with his back facing you.
You notice something.
The spreading red patch on his back. You take a deep breath and walk closer to him.
“Weren’t you going to change?” He asks, the scent your button-down has lets him know you haven’t changed.
“Yes…” you trail off. He turns back to face you and you force a smile. “My sister is back in town.” Matt’s expression lights up with a smile.
“Really? That’s great! Are you planning something with her?” He questions and you swallow the lump in your throat, you saw the red patch on his back and you can’t focus.
You can’t focus on the smell of the tea, or the honking outside, or the fact that Matt smells amazing, or the sound of another notification coming through, or the kicking sensation in your belly, you can only focus on the goddamned red patch.
“Matt.” He senses the change of tone, your heartbeat skipping a few beats and speeding up. “Turn around.” Your tone is demanding, your breath shaky.
Matt knows why you’re demanding this, he feels the wet feeling of blood seeping through his shirt, he knows, and this makes his heart drop. He feared this moment, that’s why he immediately looked for a shirt, he didn’t want to lose you.
He sighed softly and turned around, not only was there one red patch, there were multiple ones now, including one near his kidney area. Your hands find your mouth, covering and muffling the loud gasp that had just left you.
“Oh my, God! Take it off!” You say and he turns around, trying to grab your hands, which you yank back.
“Y/n—“ he calls out.
“Matt. Take. It. Off.” You say, your voice cracking. He backs away and removes his shirt, you hear him groaning from the pain.
Your eyes rapidly land on the multiple cuts in his body, some healed, some bloody, recent ones. You shake your head and almost immediately feel the tears pooling your eyes. You take a few steps away from him, and you hear him let out a shaky breath.
“Matt. You…” your mind slaves as it looks for words.
“I know. I’m so—“
“You swore. Matt, you swore!” He nods, his feet following your steps.
“Yes, I know, but, please, listen to me…”
“No, no, Matt. I’m not going to listen to you! I’m not going to accept your apology—You swore, and you broke that promise, you swore you’ll never go back, for me, for us!” He chokes at the usage of “us” in your argument because he knows it’s not him, it’s you, you, and the life you’re carrying.
“Y/n.”
“Matt. You swore.” Your voice is now raspy, your face all wet by the tears you’ve let go now.
“Y/n. This city isn’t safe. Fisk is mayor now, and I can’t—I can’t watch it all go to hell, knowing I can do something about it, knowing I can keep you two safe, because that’s all I want, that’s all I need.” He says, and silence drowns the two of you, nothing but the sound of your soft sniffles and Matt’s shaky breath between you.
“The only way we can be safe is without you.” This pains you to say, it weakens you. And those words are more than enough to strike fear into The Man Without Fear, but God knows you’ve had enough. So has he, not of you, never of you, but daredevil, kingpin, bullseye, the city, you were his savior, his everything, everything he needed to get away from his problems, it was you, but now, he lost you.
You grab a pair of shoes from the shoe rack at the start of the hallway and grab the keys from the island so you can come later and grab your stuff, along with your coat as you open and slam the door.
Matt feels drops of tears roll down his face, just as you feel tears streaming down yours, Matt can hear the way you stop running down the stairs to sob and gasp for air, but you can’t hear as he sits down on the cold ground to do the same. He can hear how you softly pray for things to get better, but you can’t hear how he softly prays for you to come back home. He can hear how you dial your mother’s phone number on your phone and tell her to expect a guest, but you can’t hear how he holds himself because the only person he had, just left.
❛ i told you once i can’t do this again,
do this again, oh no. ❜
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masterlist
collections: AUs masterlist | series collection | halloween collection 2022 | kinktober 2023 | kinktober 2024
events: let's go play in the snow together and celebrate 2k | 2.5k sleepover | let’s just knit a little bit and celebrate 3k | meet me for coffee at luke’s and celebrate 3.5k | 4k fic recommendations | let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k | let’s bake something yummy to celebrate 10k
a gentle reminder about my writing: i always write y/n in a way that makes sense to me. i am autistic, so whether or not i specify it, y/n is autistic.
© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble
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me when i saw spencer reid info dump for the first time
Anonymous asked:
i have something to admit... i never read dark!jace x reader fics, it's so out of character for me to enjoy 😔
The good thing about that is that you don't have to read them if you don't want to. You are not obligated to. The people who write dark!fics know they're out of character, it's just something interesting to explore with the character. I'm not sure why you feel the need to "admit" this, lots of people also don't read them and they just go about their day not feeling the need to inform people. It's not some big secret to not read them.
yeah! that's why i don't read them, because im not obligated to, it's my blog and sometimes i post things to interact with people that follow me and such, idk if you are a dark!jace writer or reader, but i was not attacking you guys dw i was just outing my opinion, you also couldve just ignored it and go on with your day
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Request: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!fem!reader
Plot: Them being cutesy in the corridors and around campus, but instead of the teachers minding, they coo and cheer for the couple?
(professors I thought of specifically would be McGonagall, Sprout-especially bc Ced is in her house-Trelawney, and even Professor Binns)
No disturbances - Cedric Diggory
People never really had the opportunity to wonder if you were dating or not, because the little (or big) displays of affection between you and Cedric had started out from the second you'd become a couple. Hand holding in the hallways was quite common, especially when walking each other to classes, and shared kisses on the field after a Quidditch victory was inevitable, not a shadow of shyness despite all students and teachers being there to witness the rather intimate moment. Surprisingly, your fellow classmates had a bigger issue with your relationship than the teachers did, gossiping about you no matter how far away you were.
'Did you hear that they've been together for half a year now? I was convinced he'd cheat on her by now. ' or even,
'I swear she's spoken to other boys while they've been together though?'
Despite all the talk from those who knew nothing of your relationship, you continued acting as you usually would, linking arms while leading each other through the crowded hallways and having intimate picnics by the black lake on days where the sun shone bright. Cedric, ever so proud of being able to call you his girlfriend, grins widely at teachers every time they cross you in the halls, though you shyly duck your head away, avoiding the intimidating eye contact with those you respect so much.
It was only one night when you'd been making your way down the halls way passed curfew that you thought you'd definitely lose all your 'turning a blind eye privilege' from the teachers. Clad in your warm pyjamas, you'd been making your way down to the Hufflepuff common room. You'd sighed in relief when you turned the last corner to get to the common room, the risk of bumping into teachers or prefects significantly increased due to how far both common rooms were. It was only when you walked further down the corridor that you saw the two figures approaching you, and you froze. It was too late to try to hide or run.
Right in front of the Hufflepuff common room entrance stood Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, doing their rounds together for students out of bed. Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack, watching as the two older women realised your intentions. A sly smile made its way onto Professor Sprout's face as she chuckled quietly, Professor McGonagall only raising her eyebrows at you in mock surprise. At that same moment, the entrance to the common room opened, revealing your very own boyfriend standing in sweatpants and a Hufflepuff jumper.
"Oh shit." He whispered, eyes widening at the scene. You laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't see anything." You heard Professor McGonagall mumble as she turned back around to walk down the corridor. Your head shot up at her comment, confusion overtaking you. Professor Sprout followed her movements, adding "Didn't see what?" Giving you the opportunity to run into the common room, all blood having rushed to your face.
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"Fire and Blood" characters + quotes
Jacaerys Velaryon
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As for the people who liked Emilia Pérez and is defending the film, please do it under any argument except 'you are racist if you don't like it'. Mexicans are hating on this movie, the cast is not even mexican, the main actress has responded to mexicans who are pointing the flaws poorly, the director unashamedly said that he didn't need to do research because he already knows enough and it hasn't even been released here in Mexico for a reason.
It won an award but that recognition is not actually for Mexico or Latin America because the movie is french.
Mexico and latam in general have great directors and actors who are doing an amazing job in Hollywood and I encourage you to go look for their films and shows if your intention is to support and learn about mexican representation.
si emilia pérez tiene 0 haters es porque morí
THE LOOK OF LOVE: a graham dunne one-shot.
pairing: graham dunne x fem!reader
warning: maybe not canon accurate (sorry)
GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar): I still remember the day that I first saw her, we were having a presentation at McNasties and she was just there, watching us. Her red lips touching the burning cigarette in her hands [mimicks the motion of smoking a cigarette] while locking eyes with me. I still blush at the thought [laughs].
WARREN ROJAS (drummer): When I tell you those two eye-fucked eachother since the moment they met I'm telling the truth, hun.
KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist): I honestly don't remember seeing her that day, but she changed Graham's life really, It's a fact no one can deny. And even now, she's one of my closest friends.
EDDIE ROUNDTREE (bassist): When they met, he was lovestruck, it was quite funny actually, but I must admit that she changed him, for good. It was fucking awesome man, he began to stand up up for himself on rehearsals and shit, damn I love her.
There you were, spending yet another day at Filthy Mcnasty's, even though the music wasn't good you enjoyed the vibe—and the drinks—a few days ago the bartender informed you that there was this new band performing, and you decided to stopped by.
The band "The Six" was surprisingly good, but you focused your attention to someone in particular, the curly head guitarist.
As the song came to and end you decided to turn your head, looking at the bartender while taking a puff of your cigarette "They're good". Minutes later you heared soft footsteps approaching you.
"Hi" the cute guitarist said "did you liked the show?"
For a few seconds you thought of what to say, what if you said something wrong? You wanted to make a good impression, so you decided not to make any kind of joke. He didn't look like the kind to appreciate that when he made the effort to talk to you, he seemed very shy.
"I did, you are good. And i'm not just saying that just because you asked" you said, your voice soft.
You looked at him in the eyes, to make sure he knows you weren't lying, you took the color of his eyes, the movement of his eyelashes. But you missed the way he looked at you.
You didn't know he was going to change your life.
"LET'S WELCOME DAISY JONES AND THE SIX"
As the band is preparing to begin the show, you walk up to Graham, he looks happy and excited. Happiness suits him, you think. You tiptoe a little to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, leaving the red trace of your lips in them.
"It's a good luck kiss" you say to him with a smile.
"Well, you better do that in every show then" he says, leaning his head to touch your lips, the kiss was sweet, gentle. It tasted sweet, and felt grounding. You wanted to stay like this forever.
"I love you" you say, your words lingered in the air, your voice barely above a whisper. Wishing he didn't actually heared the words that scaped your mouth.
"I love you too, baby" he responded, while leaning to meet his lips with yours again. When he moved, you noticed the faint red in them, a consequence of your kiss.
You moved your finger to wipe the remaining lipstick in his lips.
"Now go and be a rockstar"