#we are beyond suing

[miss-conjayniality]

it’s diabolical to me that they killed off thanos and semi too early but not the stupid shaman or player 100.

[chirpsythismorning]

Nick himself said that his knowledge is confined to the leaks prior to s4, the s4 scripts from his verified source (likely within a source) and basic knowledge most fans paying attention have been able to formulate about s5 based on what has been released officially/unofficially, trends from Netflix and common sense.

He is saying based on all that, he doesn’t think byler is happening. 

And if we think back to what the Duffers themselves shared in the 4x09 script, it literally implies Mike’s monologue worked, and that it was entirely genuine. This tells me that the script the Duffers released for Emmy consideration, is not that far off from what Nick saw for himself. 

I think it’s likely Nick got something that the average below the line worker might manage to get their hands on if they tried hard enough. A copy they know they have to water-down to prevent these very situations from happening.

Unfortunately for the Duffers, it just so happens that they didn’t scrub their watered down copy hard enough.

Unfortunately for Nick, he admitted that it’s possible and even likely that the production will release things that aren’t exactly accurate with the sole purpose to lead fans sleuthing astray, without realizing it may have ironically already happened to him. 

[moregraceful]

many things i have been keeping under wraps at work, such as pronouns, but also, very critically, age. bc i got that ageless mixed race asian swag where i am very clearly not an undergrad but also??? they just don't know. and it WHIPS and it is so funny to ME because all the managers and shift supervisors are like damn this girl in her mid-twenties is so easy to talk to, it's like talking to a peer. surprise bitch i'm older than you. and maybe this means i'm performing psychological experiments on cis men, but i am ngl if i hand you a two page resume that you don't read, it is simply none of MY business if you think i am in my mid-20s. they are going to be so mad when they find out lmao

[muninnhuginn]

li tianchen saying he hated people who pretended to be nice but were secretly jerks the most + the neighbour who saw what was going on but backed off (whether because of his own safety or because liu lan shook her head to get him to go away with the idea that it would stop further escalation). the idea that "jerk pretending to be nice" in this case is represented by an observer seeing something wrong and refusing to intervene.

looking at cheng xiaoshi's repeated interference during dives vs lu guang's mantra to keep the past as it was. to remain an observer deliberately.

[fragmentedblade]

Also, Ruan Mei was the one who lent the Phase Flame to Ratio, wasn't she?

[unganseylike]

Im reading the king must die rn upon tumblr recommendation and i cannot figure out my feelings on it. did anyone else read it what were ur vibes

[burinazar]

hmm uhh my chronic recurring desire to send small spontaneous gifts to online friends (impractical because i don’t want to impose on ppl for their address and they may not need or want random shit) has been turned slightly dangerous by realizing nitro gifting exists

[oloreaa]

Writing S2Ep1 for Ven rn and I'm adding in as much of Jo as I can bc why not!!

[dragonpaint]

ended up watching both venom movies when i should have gone to sleep bc i have to go work tomorrow :]

[umbreoncomplex]

please is anyone else suspicious about luigi mangiones arrest or am i insane? am i missing something? hello? didnt we all agree the hotel photos were sus as fuck? doesnt the evidence found on him sound too good to be true? id be more confident if we could actually see a fucking glimpse of this supposed manifesto beyond what a cop said to a reporter

EDIT: and him having everything on him 5 days later??? he either wanted to be caught or somethings up

[evilminji]

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

[gloomwitchwrites]

Hola dulce!! Me encanta lo que escribes, por eso pensé en enviarte este video donde las chicas latinas responden “you too, papi” a sus novios/esposos.

Me detuve a pensar cómo reaccionarían los chicos de COD.

Disculpa el español!! Gracias por leer, espero no molestarte. 🩷

Hola chica! I know you sent this in a while back (and I'm so sorry for the wait). I did play around with the prompt a little bit, expanded it slightly beyond just boyfriend/husband, and kept the "you too, papi" both literally and in spirit. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

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Task Force 141 x Latina!Fem!Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, flirting, banter, brief alcohol use, suggestive themes, pregnancy mention, established relationship

Word Count: 800

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John Price

John smooths the front of his suit jacket. It’s a formal occasion, and it’s clear that he’s completely uncomfortable. This isn’t his sort of scene.

You turn your body toward him, replacing his hands with yours, smoothing out the wrinkles and adjusting the lapels. John sighs, his brow softening as his gaze focuses on you. Your wedding ring sparkles under the light, shimmering with each movement.

“You look dashing,” you murmur.

John chuckles, and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “Behave yourself tonight.”

“I always behave,” you say with as much innocence as you can muster.

This time, John cracks a genuine smile.

“I mean it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

“I will,” you insist. “And you be good too, papi.”

John groans. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Call me papi. Not here. You know how it makes me.”

That’s you, always on your worst behavior.

“Whatever you say,” you murmur. Then, after a beat, “papi.”

“Bloody hell, woman,” he growls under his breath. “One more time and I’m finding the nearest broom closet.”

Just to be a tease, just to cause a little stir, you playfully push off from his chest. “Papi,” you mouth silently, winking.

John "Soap" MacTavish

A hazy smoke lingers overhead. The air is thick with humidity. Music blares from speakers.

Tonight is a night for celebration, of dancing and drinking and flirting, of going home with someone. But you’re parked behind the bar, serving shots and watching from afar.

Los Vaqueros.

They’re out tonight, celebrating. Those faces you recognize, but you don’t know who the quartet are sitting next to their leader, Alejandro Vargas. They’re a mystery.

Until one of them approaches.

“Have anything other than tequila?”

His accent is thick. British—no. Scottish. He’s cute. Has a charm about him.

“Course we do, papi,” you grin, leaning on the bar, and forcing your breasts a bit higher.

His eyes immediately fall there before quickly snapping up.

“Papi?” he repeats, and you laugh.

Instead of whiskey, you present this stranger a few other options. “Whisky? Vodka?”

He licks his lips. “Whiskey. Please.”

You wink, and pour him the whiskey. “On the house, papi.”

Those cheeks of his darken into a lovely shade of pink. As if catching himself, he coughs, clearing his throat. “Thank you.” He glances around. “Enjoy yourself.”

You raise your hand, and wiggle your fingers as he backs up. “You too, papi.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Leaving is always bittersweet.

Simon drops his packed duffle bag next to the front door. He’s dressed, ready to head to work to prepare for another mission. He hasn’t been briefed yet, and Price didn’t say much over the phone. He only said to come.

“Come here,” he murmurs, reaching out to you.

You melt into his arms, resting your chin against his chest, looking up at him. Simon takes this moment to admire you, to remember your features, to lean in for a few gentle kisses.

“Love you,” he says.

“Love you,” you reply.

Simon grins, going in for one last kiss.

“Be good,” he chuckles. “No misbehaving.”

“You behave too, papi,” you croon, head titling in invitation.

Simon accepts, leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Say that again. I liked it.”

“What?” you ask innocently.

Shifting his arm downward, Simon grasps a portion of your upper thigh and the curve of your ass.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

You lick your lips. “Papi.”

“Again,” he growls.

You do, and Simon hooks is arm at your waist, pressing you against the wall.

“One more.”

“Papi.”

Groaning, Simon looks at his watch, and shrugs. “Price won’t mind if I’m a little late.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“No. No.”

Kyle places a hand against the wall, leaning against it as he stares you down. You blatantly ignore him, remaining on the steep stool.

“You don’t need to do this,” he says.

“Dios mío!” You shake your head, the hammer poised to come down on the nail in the wall. “I told you to hang the picture!”

Kyle takes a deep breath. “I said I would do it.”

“That means now.”

“And here I am,” he replies. His tone is calm, but you hear the strain in it. You’re always testing his patience.

“I can do it myself.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Why?” you snap. “Because I’m a woman?”

“Because you’re pregnant,” he says, deadpan.

The two of you stare each other down. Kyle cocks his head and then nods at your rounded belly that touches the wall.

Without speaking, you descend and offer up the hammer. Kyle takes it.

“I love you,” he says. “But sometimes you make my heartrate spike.”

“Back at you, papi,” you mutter under your breath.

Though your back is to him, you hear the exasperated sigh. “Go have a snack.” Kyle brings the hammer down on the nail. “Or maybe a nap.”

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[cybrasigilism]

fic request: the votes in season two turn out in favor of o, and players are dropped off. thanos and the reader are dropped off together and you can decide where to go from there 🤔

Sensual Seduction (Thanos/Choi Su-bong/Player 230 X F! Reader ONESHOT)

warning: smut, act shocked ladies and gentlemen | not proofread | lowercase intended | lowkey 🌽 with no plot | dom! thanos | dry humping | public sex | degradation | teasing | PiV | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: stream sensual seduction by snoop dogg PUHLEASE 😫🙏

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the belt, reader’s discretion is advised

you thought you hated thanos. i mean, how could you not have. sure he was quite the sweet talker, and there were a few times you felt slight butterflies when he called you “señorita”— but his overly smug nature overpowered that. the way he and that loser friend of his would always corner weaker players and force them to succumb to voting their way boiled your blood.

you hated how he got away with being a douche to those he didn’t like; you hated how he acted like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread; you hated that he of all people was the person you wound up being stranded with post the “X” vote winning; in short, you hated him.

so that’s why, when you found yourself making out with him— you were beyond shocked.

you can’t deny that you were totally immersed in the kiss, feeling his hands roam your bare skin as he pulled you onto his lap— it was like the two of you forgot just how much he got on your nerves in the entirety of the games.

i mean, how could you not cast those feelings aside as he rolled his hips up into yours, drawing a raspy moan out of you as you felt just how hard he was. you followed his lead, grinding down onto him while he guided your hips with a firm grip. the sounds he was making only made you ache for him more.

“fuck, senorita.. maybe you didn’t hate me that much..” thanos bit his lip, bucking his hips up into you suddenly; a loud whimper pulled from your lips. “oh god, y—ou… you’re so..” “so what?” he echoed, tilting his head back with a groan as your pace grew sloppy. “shit, you’re already falling apart and we haven’t even fucked yet..”

you forgot what it was you were trying to say to him, a potentially witty quip lost to a hot session of dry humping. just then, thanos held your hips to a stop. you whined, trying to move again but he held you down too firmly.

“sorry baby, but don’t you wanna fuck me?” you were so blissed out already, all you could do was nod your head in a somewhat sensical manner. he tapped your hips lightly, signaling you to get off his lap before he began undoing his pants. “alright, i’ll fuck you good then..”

——————————————-

and did he ever hold true to that statement. in mere moments, thanos had your legs over his shoulders while he fucked you senseless. you’d never been so loud having sex with someone before, but then again, no one’s ever fucked you quite like this.

you could tell he was trying to mask his own noises, but every so often a moan or whimper would slip and it drove you up the wall. he definitely took notice, it was hard to miss your pussy squeezing down onto his dick every time you heard him whine for you.

“yeah? d’ you like when i moan for ya’? fuck, you’re such a little slut, squeezing around my cock like that, you know?” his degradation may as well have fallen on deaf ears, you were past vocalized response at this point— well, anything beyond moaning, that is.

his pace was unbelievable, pounding into you senselessly as if he had been waiting to jump your bones since your first meeting after red light, green light. you felt as though you were on cloud nine and you never wanted to come down.

yeah, if anyone had told you that you’d be happily getting dicked down by the one person you thought you hated before— you’d have laughed in their face.

but who’s laughing now?

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hey y’all! i feel like i’ve been posting few and far between and i apologize for that, works been busy and i have been struggling with some personal matters but i tried my best to pull together a post for you all!

to the anon that requested this i apologize if this was shorter than you hoped for but i truly hope you enjoyed reading! thank you for trusting me with your request 💌

have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋

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[respectthepetty]

Upcoming Taiwanese BLs

We are over halfway through 2024, and as usual, I've only had two Taiwanese BLs (Unknown, Anti Reset), so even though I'm sitting on a stack of BLs to watch every single week from other countries, call me Smaug because I need MORE!

Honorary Korean BL: Uncovering the Curse of Taekwondo (2024)

Former friends (and possibly lovers) reunite at a funeral after going their separate ways for over a decade, but, honestly, I don't care about the plot because this comes from Hwang Da Seul who was behind Blueming, To My Star, and Where Your Eyes Linger, so I know it's going to be amazing. There is a movie and a series version, and the movie already premiered at the Bucheon International Fantastic Film Festival in South Korea at the beginning of July. The runtime was 154 minutes, but the series is eight episodes around thirty minutes each and is currently seeking distribution.

First Note of Love (August 2024)

My most beloved, Charles Tu, from my favorite BL HIStory 4: Close to You is finally returning to me in the form of a washed-up singer who stepped away from the spotlight due to a tragic event only to be dragged back in by an up-and-coming composer who is also a longtime fan. It is a joint production with Thailand's Star Hunter Entertainment (the company behind Big Dragon, Love Senior, City of Stars, and Sunset x Vibes) and features a side couple of a Thai singer and a Taiwanese agent. It will involve singing, but I'm already too comfortable in my seat with my snacks to care.

Fragrance of the First Flower Season 2 (2024)

The lone GL holding down this list finished filming late last year and Gagaoolala has been releasing BTS images since filming began, so it'll likely land there once it is released. The series is a continuation of the 2021 first season, which people were not thrilled about because of the ending, so this season should solve some of the angst we were left with by exploring the two women actually coming together to navigate life as a couple.

The Only One (August 2024)

Directed by Liu Kuang Hui, who directed Your Name Engraved Herein, written by the same folks behind The Untamed, and based on Mu Su Li's novel A Certain Someone which is about two boys whose parents are dating and move in together, so the mains go from enemies-to-??? and the only reason for the question marks on a Taiwanese BL is because the word on these BL streets (and his MDL page) is one of the actors works heavily in China, so this might be the reason this one has been was in limbo even though filming finished earlier this year, but the socials are still posting it's coming this year.

See Your Love (Filming Complete)

This co-production with Japan is about a rich man who falls in love with his hearing-impaired caregiver. It finished filming at the end of May and will have those sweet sweet Taiwanese BL cameos from some Be Loved in House: I Do and Plus and Minus folks PLUS it will be the first cameos for the Kiseki: Dear to Me guys since the company that produced their show is the same one for this show.

Impression of Youth (Filming Complete)

Very little is known about the plot of this teacher-student romance, but it comes from the same folks who produced DNA Says Love You and one of the mains, Muji Hsu, was also the lead in 2020's Because of You. Filming finished at the end of May, and the company stated it would be out before the end of the year.

Islanders (late 2024/early 2025)

This is based on a novel, Islands, by Lolita Hu, features some well known Taiwanese actors, and for a bit was under the name Sea of Intimacy. It's being presented as an 'older BL' but the MDL summary is sparse of the BL-plot: Hung, a successful entrepreneur, has three intimate relationships: his wife, his mistress, and his girlfriend. The lives of these individuals in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s are intertwined because of romance, but their story extends beyond that. When Hung faces criticism on social media and loses everything, the way they react tells us how they see the world.

Wishing Upon the Shooting Star & The Young Gangster (2025)

These two deal with completely different plots but are together because of one reason: Ray Jiang. He is the director for these two and was the director for Unknown, My Tooth Your Love, and We Best Love. The companies behind them have stated the series are coming next year, but the guess is Ray's busy schedule is part of the hold up since he has a Netflix series in the works and apparently a film featuring Sam Lin (We Best Love) on the way. The Young Gangster is based on a novel and deals with a research assistant gathering information on the mafia (and we know how the mafia works in BLs), while Shooting Star deals with a man wishing that nobody notices him once he returns to his hometown after being fired. The wish backfires and nobody recognizes him, not even his dad or the boy he confessed to in high school! BL Mafia, Sideways Wishes, and Ray Ray are my favorite types of snacks!

Pray in Love (2025?)

A police officer falls in love with a man only to realize that man is the son of a prominent leader on the day of his arranged wedding in which he was hired as security for the event. The series already released a short film of the basic premise for fundraising efforts and festival rounds. Apparently, filming has started on the series, but there is no concrete confirmation from the production company.

Eternal Butler (2025)

Edited to add thanks to @cankersoregirl! This is a sequel to VBL's Anti Reset and began filming in early July. It focuses on Ever 4 who is sent to be a bodyguard for a young rich man only to encounter a rebellious man.

That Year, 162 Rainfalls (In Production?)

Is this a movie? Is it a series? Is it happening?! Who knows, but last year, it finally got funding and a director attached to it, but the real kicker is Lin Pei Yu is the screenwriter, and she is the writer behind all of my favorite Taiwanese BLs: We Best Love, HIStory 3: Trapped, My Tooth Your Love, Kiseki: Dear to Me, and so much more. Basically, the company struck gold getting her for this story about two archers and best friends. One gets confessed to but admits he actually is in love with his best friend, but before love can happen, the best friend has an accident and falls into a coma. It is based on a novel of the same name, and the plot is way more hefty than this, but I know Lin Pei Yu will make it work!

Four Seasons (Pre, Pre, PRE-Production?)

This is supposed to be four different stories focusing on different seasons, and is rumored to be VBL's next group of shows since the company has stated it wants to continue its formula from last year of releasing slightly connected shows. VBL/Vidol was behind Stay by My Side, VIP Only, You Are Mine, and Anti Reset. Winter is about a scrooge CEO and a florist who is hired to decorate for the CEO's Christmas event. Spring is about two boys meeting on a bus and falling in love over music. Summer is about a market owner and a chef falling in love over food. Autumn is about two former best friends seeing each other ten years after graduating and exploring their hometown together.

Connecting to You (Pre-Production?)

It seems to have gotten funding, but it's been quiet since which isn't surprising because when it comes to Taiwanese BLs, nothing is really heard until filming begins or even after it ends. I still have my hopes high because this is *THE* BL for me as it deals with a man who can see colored threads connecting people and one day runs into a policeman whose thread connects to him. The thread between them begins to change color, from silver-grey to yellow, representing friendship, and even to red, representing love. If I have to sell an organ or two to fund this myself, I. Will. Do. It. I NEED THIS!

And this wouldn't be a Petty Post if I didn't include this final one:

HIStory 15: Freed (GIVE IT TO ME!)

I don't care if this a long shot. I don't care if I seem crazy always asking for this. I. Deserve. It. HIStory 3: Trapped ended with our best mafia boy in prison, and it's time he got out! The HIStory franchise has not had a series since 2022's HIStory 5: Love in the Future, and although there have been rumors that a HERstory story might be next, I think bringing back a popular story would be just as good. I will ask for this every chance I can until I get it, and I plan on living a long life, so I got time!

[marifilue]

Attempted

Wordcount: 1.5k

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (No use of y/n)

Oneshot: Takes place at Daredevil Season 3, where Matt faked his death. You find him in his lowest point.

Tags/Warnings: Mention of su!cide attempt, angst with comfort, blood, violence, established relationship.

You knew Matt was alive. At least, two weeks after you believed he was dead when a twenty-story building collapsed on top of him.

That was the longest two weeks of your life. Two weeks of waking up to the same nightmare, two weeks of staring at the empty side of your bed, two weeks of waiting for a ghost.

Denial clung to your bones like a second skin—no body was ever found, no trace of him beyond fragments of his suit, scattered among the rubble. No DNA. No sign of life.

It was as if Matt Murdock had never existed.

Then, one random Tuesday morning, Father Langton approached you. He didn’t have much to offer—just a few quiet words, hesitant but weighted with meaning.

Matthew was alive. Matthew was hiding beneath Clinton Church.

Your world cracked wide open.

You could have dropped to your knees, could have broken down right then and there. Gratitude flooded your veins, burned behind your ribs. And yet, before you could run to him, before you could beg for proof, Father Langton shook his head.

Let it be.

He said Matt needed time. That it would be easier for everyone. That if you truly loved him, you’d wait.

Three months passed.

Three months, and Matt never reached out—not to you, not to Foggy, not to Karen.

You've saw him around. Like a ghost, drifting through Manhattan, blending into the crowd. Jacket pulled tight, cap drawn low, always listening, always observing. Planning his next move.

Tonight, after your night shift, you walked home, the cold New York night never kind as the clock neared ten. Spotting Matt was the last thing on your mind. But then you heard voices—men, tense and aggressive. And there he was, caught in a fight in a narrow alley.

Your breath hitched as you instinctively stepped back, pressing yourself against the wall, hidden in the shadows.

He wasn’t exactly hard to find. Not in that all-black outfit, not in that mask.

You weren’t sure if he had sensed you yet. He used to be able to pick you out of a crowd with just the rhythm of your heartbeat, the faint scent of your perfume. But tonight, his head was bowed, his posture eerily still.

Two men. A fight. But Matt wasn’t fighting back.

He fell on his knees purposely, arms spread, unmoving.

A metal rod glinted under the glow of a streetlamp, raised high, aimed for his skull.

Your world stopped for a second.

Then you ran.

You didn’t think—you just moved. You yelled, the sound slicing through the night, drawing their attention. The one with the rod barely had time to turn before you tackled him, knocking him to the ground.

Matt startled at the sound of your voice. His head snapped up. And then, as if something inside him snapped back into place, he swung, his fist cracking against the second man’s jaw.

The one beneath you growled, tried to strike—you caught his wrist and snapped it. He screamed.

Before you could react, he flipped, hands closing around your throat. Your vision blurred, air cut off. Then—

A sickening crunch.

Matt’s boot slammed into the man’s already-broken arm. Another scream. His grip loosened, and you stumbled back, gasping.

But Matt didn’t stop.

He grabbed the man by his collar and hit him. Again. And again. And again.

The rage in his fists, the sharp sound of bones cracking. Three minutes ago, he had been ready to die. Now, he was desperate to live.

He was painting, his knuckles red. The body beneath him went limp. Matt stilled. Tilted his head slightly. Sensed you.

He muttered your name.

And all the grief, all the anger, all the love you had swallowed for the past three months tore out of you in one sharp, broken breath.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” you yelled, frustrated at him.

Sirens.

Matt’s head snapped up. “We gotta hide. Run. Now.” He said before spitting his own blood.

You get on your feet immediately and didn’t hesitate, he run followed you closely behind.

Six blocks. A sharp turn. Another alley. Neither of you spoke. The sirens faded, but the weight in your chest didn’t. You turned to leave.

His voice caught you, calling your name. “Where are you going?”

You kept walking. “This was a mistake.”

He reached for you, grabbed your arm, calling your name once again. “Stop it. You can’t just walk away.”

You flinched. Yanked yourself free. “Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted, Matthew? For everyone to be out of your life? For me to be out of your life?”

His breath hitched. He pulled off his mask, let it fall to the ground. “H-how long have you known?”

Your throat tightened. “As if you care.”

“Tell me—how did you find out?” he said voice laces with despair.

You turned, took a step back, shaking your head. “What the hell were you thinking, Matthew?” The bite in your words betrayed you, your heart clenched immediately at the sight of him. Exhausted, blood smeared across his mouth. His eyes screamed, help me.

He let out a bitter chuckle. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Exactly. You weren’t.” Your voice cracked. “Two weeks, Matt. That’s how long I thought you were dead. That’s how long I woke up every morning thinking I had lost you forever.”

Matt’s lips parted, but no words came.

“And then I found out you were alive. Still you never reached out. You just disappeared.”

His silence was deafening.

You laughed—sharp, humorless. “What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t I worth a single goddamn explanation?”

He exhaled, ran a hand over his face. “It wasn’t about—”

“Don’t,” you snapped. “Don’t you dare tell me it wasn’t about me.”

He reached for you again. You stepped back. He followed.

You turned. He caught your wrist.

His grip wasn’t forceful—just unwilling to let go.

“Let me go, Matt.”

“No.” His voice was quiet, steady. Unshakable. “Not this time.”

Your chest caved. A war raged inside you—anger and grief and longing, colliding like waves against jagged rock, tearing through the fragile walls you had spent three months building.

“Matt—”

“Just listen to me.” His voice was raw, pleading. “Please.”

You swallowed against the burn in your throat, blinking hard.

His hands curled into fists at his sides, like he wanted to punch something—maybe himself.

“I know I’d be condemned if I tried to take my own life,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

His next words were quieter. Broken.

“But I could let someone else do it.”

Your stomach dropped.

His grip on you tightened slightly, as if saying it out loud made him realize how fragile he still was. “I was done.” He said your name like it hurt. “But then you found me.”

Something inside you shattered.

Your vision blurred. “You can’t just survive death and take that for granted, Matt.” Your voice cracked, barely able to hold itself together.

His hands found your face, thumbs brushing away the tears that slipped free.

“I know,” he murmured, breath warm and unsteady.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head. “Screw you, Matt.”

A faint, broken smile flickered across his face—gone before it could settle. And then, finally, he pulled you into his arms.

The second he held you, something inside you collapsed. His warmth wrapped around you, his heartbeat thrumming against yours—a rhythm you had feared you would never hear again. You buried your face against his shoulder, and your fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt like you were afraid he’d slip through your grasp.

Your sobs shook against his chest. “You’re such an asshole.”

His chin rested atop your head, his arms locked around you. “I know,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. I should’ve come back to you sooner.”

You pulled back, meeting his gaze—hazel eyes, exhausted and searching. A bruise darkened his cheekbone. Slowly, you brought your palm to his mouth, wiping the blood away with your sleeve. He shuddered at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

You didn’t care that his blood now stained your sleeve. All that mattered was him. Just because he always took a punch like a champ didn’t mean he wasn’t breaking from inside.

His palm pressed over your heart, fingers splaying across your chest as if he needed to feel you—needed proof that you were real, here, alive.

“I missed you,” he whispered, the words raw and open. “The rhythm of your heartbeat—I haven’t felt it in so long.”

Your breath hitched. “What now?” Your voice was barely a breath. “We can’t just pick up where we left.”

Matt exhaled, and something in his gaze shifted—like steel reforging itself in fire.

“We can,” he murmured, conviction threading through his voice. “And we will.”

His hands framed your face again, his touch grounding you, tethering you to this moment.

“You’re here. I’m here.” His thumb traced your cheek, lingering like a silent promise. “That’s enough.”

Your throat tightened. Was it enough? You weren’t sure.

But as his fingers curled around yours, as his warmth seeped into your skin, as the exhaustion in his eyes softened into something steadier—something sure—you let yourself believe him.

For now, it was sure all you needed.

A/N: This was one of my oldest drafts. I first wrote it two years ago, and after proofreading it for a while, I finally decided to post it. I’m coming back to my roots with my Daredevil obsession, and I’m so excited that Born Again is releasing next month, just a few days before my birthday! Yippee!

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Why we don't shop at Hobby Lobby

At the end of my post on places to go when Joann finally closes its not so hallowed doors I mentioned "don't go to Hobby Lobby" and it has evoked some questions.

Hobby Lobby is a craft store beloved by many, with a cult like following. I have personally had a member of my extended family call me to tell me that they hoped my house was looted by protestors when I made a joke about Hobby Lobby on facebook (this was May 2020 so you can guess why they didn't like the protestors).

Hobby Lobby was founded by Steve Green and it has a long and sordid history.

Beyond the Bastards did a whole episode on Mr. Green and his Christian supremacy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeYaQQZTBPs&pp=ygUOI2J0Yl9rbm93bGVkZ2U%3D

The Mary Sue also has a write up of all the goods. https://www.themarysue.com/the-hobby-lobby-controversy-explained/

In 2009 Hobby Lobby and the Green's got caught smuggling antiquities to stock The Museum of the Bible

https://www.npr.org/2018/06/28/623537440/hobby-lobbys-illegal-antiquities-shed-light-on-a-lost-looted-ancient-city-in-ira

and in 2014 we have Burwell v. Hobby Lobby - which is when Hobby Lobby sued the government over providing birth control to employees. Setting a precedent that companies can have religious convictions.

https://www.plannedparenthoodaction.org/issues/birth-control/burwell-v-hobby-lobby

And to top it all off they think bar codes are the mark of the beast and forced their employees to continue to work without sick leave through the worst of the early Covid-19 pandemic.