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Dear Megumi

Megumi Fushiguro x Yuuji Itadori

summary: Megumis dealing with Itadoris execution in his own way when he finds a letter

inspired by @passionfruitmacarons on tik tok

Ever since that day, Itadoris last day, it felt like I'd been Megumi's last as well. The days seemed long and gloomy, a constant cast of clouds over the sky, everything seemed cold and dull, devoid of life, of Itadori.

Everyone had taken their time processing his execution but to outside eyes Megumi hadn’t processed it at all, he dragged his feet around, staring down at the floor whenever someone came and forced him out of his room. The quiet sniffles and footsteps that followed him in the middle of the night as he made his way from his room into Itadoris.

Not much had changed in his room save for the layer of dust that had collected in the weeks of his passing, mostly in fear of what Megumi would do if they packed up his belongings, but Itadoris room had always been a little messy so to Megumi the dust was no different. There was no difference, wrapping himself up on Itadoris bed, staring at the posters on the wall and sticking his face in his pillows and crying until he’d exhausted himself.

Except tonight there was a difference, a small envelope sat on Itadoris desk with Megumi's name written in Itadoris horrible handwriting. Scrambling out of the bed Megumi wondered if it’s always been there, all these nights or if someone had placed it there, but all those wonders went out of the window when his hands grasped the envelope.

Sinking down to the floor Megumi felt his nose burn and throat ache as he stared at his name in Itadoris horrible scribbled beautiful handwriting, the name he hated but always felt so special coming out of his mouth. With shaky hands Megumi carefully opened up the envelope, taking out two pieces of paper that were filled with Itadoris terrible handwriting and scribbled out words.

Taking a deep breath Megumi blinked away the tears, flipping the pages over and started reading from the beginning.

Dear Megumi,

I asked gojo to give you this after my execution but knowing him it’s probably a little late so i hope you’re doing well. Actually, I don’t know. a little part of me wants you to not be okay and that’s selfish of me I know but I wanted a proper death, I didn’t want to regret the way I lived and i really love that i got to help people and give them whatever that’s not the point the point is that I love you, Megumi Fushiguro. I love you so much my chest aches whenever i’m around you and you make my head swim and I love you so much death can’t even stop me from loving you so I hope you’re not doing okay because i didn’t get to tell you while I was still alive because i didn’t want to be selfish but I’ve decided to be selfish now. I didn’t tell you when I was still alive because I knew I was going to die eventually and I wanted every happy moment with you as I could, whether you loved me back or not and didn’t want to hurt you more than I knew you would but I can’t die knowing that I never got a chance to tell you how much I love you and that because I love you I want you to be happy Megumi. I want you to live a long, healthy life don’t dwell on my death forever because I love you and I will love you in this life and the next so please love me in this life and the next and don’t waste your time moping over me and live a life to be proud of.

i love you, so much

Itadori

ps. this is gonna be really awkward if you’re not like in love with me like i’m in love with you so if you’re not in love with me please disregard this whole thing and pretend it ever happened.

pps . don't disregard the fact I want you to live a long happy life though because I do really want that unless you’re actually doing fine and my death didn’t really affect you that much but that’s fine i just want you to be okay regardless of what and what doesn’t affect you.

By the end of the letter Megumi was a mess, his whole body felt like it was shutting down, everything in his being hurt as tears streamed down his face. Taking in quick fast breaths Megumi set the letter down, hunching over as his mind raced over every word in the letter.

“fuck you.” he bit out. “fuck you, fuck you.”

Megumi repeated the words like a mantra, getting increasingly louder and hysterical each time. why? Why? Itadori got to die with the peace of knowing he told Megumi he loved him but what about Megumi, he didn’t get anything didn’t get to say I love you, didn’t get to hold Itadori didn’t get to tell him how much he envisioned his life with Itadori how he wanted them both to buy a house and grow old together and be stupid in love til the day they died.

“fuck you! you stupid selfish inconsiderate bastard!” Megumi shouted. “I love you.” he sobbed, rocking back and forth trying to console himself. “I love you.”

How was he supposed to live a long healthy happy life without Itadori by his side, knowing that Itadoris shared the same feelings but kept them to himself thinking it would make his death any better. Death was death in Megumi's eyes. Getting to spend the little time he had with Itadori loving him would have been worth three times the amount of heartbreak.

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Idiotic Arguments

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: You and Satoru just cannot seem to get along

“This is Satoru’s fault!” You yelled out, waving your arms in frustration.

“Oh come on don’t give me all the credit.” Satoru drawled out, earning a glare from you.

For whatever reason the last mission you'd been sent on had Satoru Gojo assigned to go with you, the strongest but also the biggest pain in your ass. Not long ago the two of you had gotten along really well until he decided to start being a pain with you like he was with everyone else.

It kind of pissed you off, you thought your relationship with Satoru was past the childish facade he put on for everyone else, but when he started doing it around you it was kind of a reality check on how vulnerable you’d let yourself be around him. Now all you two did was bicker, constantly, you could barely be in a room with him before he decided to do something to incite your childish arguments. You couldn’t help but argue back though, he wouldn’t quite until he pushed the right button.

That brought you here now, in Principal Yaga's office getting scolded for the building that had gotten demolished as a result of your and Satoru’s antics.

“you two need to stop being so childish, this could’ve been someone’s life, not just a building.”

looking down in shame you mumbled. “but if Satoru hadn’t-“

“enough!” Yaga yelled, his hands slamming down on the desk. “If you two are going to start getting along, like it or not.”

That’s how you ended up in a locked room that somehow didn’t allow your cursed energy to be let out. It had been hours since the two of you had been locked in here, surprisingly staying silent. From your position, laying upside down over the couch with your legs thrown over the back, you stared at the clock on the wall, Satoru in your peripheral, legs crossing in front of him as he leaned back in the chair.

“couldn’t you have like, I don’t know teleported away or whatever that thing is you do.” You sighed, finally caving in and breaking the silence.

“yeah but where’s the fun in that?” He teased, a smile lining his lips.

“the fun is we could have avoided this and gone our separate ways.”

“separate ways?” Satoru laughed. “Why would you ever want to be away from me, I'm wonderful.”

“God, you’re infuriating.” you groaned.

“I don’t know why you let me get under your skin so much.” Gojo leaned forward on his knees. “What about me is so ‘infuriating’?”

“Because you used to be different!” You blurred out, no longer to hold back the words you’d been desperate wanting to scream at him for so long. “we used to be close.”

“close? if you want to be my friend you can say that, though I will say if you’re just using me for auto-“

“shut up.” you snapped, rolling yourself off the couch and onto the floor, curling your knees into your chest.

“oh come on don’t be shy, I-“

“I said shut up!” Burying your face into your knees you choked back the sob that threatened to spill, your throat and eyes burning with the effort.

Surprisingly Satoru stayed silent, leaving you alone as your mind raced. ‘if you want to be my friend’, sure you two weren’t close anymore but despite all that you still considered Satoru your friend, no matter how much you argued with him. Somehow those words hurt more than any injury you’d sustained as a sorcerer.

“I’m sorry-“

“Leave it.” you cut him off sharply, not wanting to speak to him.

“but-“

“I said leave it,” you breathed deeply, choosing your next words carefully. “We aren't friends so you don’t have to act like you care ....Gojo.”

Somehow you were able to feel it, the hurt that encompassed the room, It was suffocating. It was like those words you spoke were the official ending to you and Satoru and you could both tell. Bickering and hurtful words were one thing, but switching to calling Satoru by his last name was a jump off a cliff, something you couldn’t play off and pretend it was normal.

“don’t do that,” Satoru spoke softly, more genuine than you’d heard him speak in a long time. “Don’t use my last name.”

Lifting your head up you looked to the side at Satoru, who'd sat up straight, his legs uncrossed with his arms hanging limply at his side. Though his blindfold was on it wouldn’t be hard to guess whatever expression he wore.

“Why?” you looked back in front of you, staring blankly at the wall. “We aren't friends, we haven’t been for awhile now.”

It became silent for a while, Satoru slumping back against the chair and you placed your head back against your knees.

“that’s not true, you know,” Satoru spoke up. “you’re still my best friend.”

You scoffed, lifting your head back up to stare in front of you. “you sure don’t act like it. You distanced yourself, stopped taking your blindfold off around me, started putting on the cocky asshole act on around me,” your voice cracked as you spoke, struggling to speak against the lump in your throat. “I always wondered what I did, why my best friend suddenly started acting like I was everyone else.”

The chair creaked and a few seconds later Satoru was sitting next to you, his shoulder nudging against yours. He was silent for a few moments longer before finally speaking.

“Around the time I started acting… different, I overheard some people talking about us. ‘they’re the strongest’ is what they said and it,” Satoru let out a sarcastic laugh. “It brought up memories, the situation was too similar and it freaked me out.”

“So you thought distancing yourself would make it better?” Flickering your eyes over to Satoru you watched him sit there with his legs spread out in front of him and his head hung low.

“yeah.”

“Idiot,” you laughed. “You should’ve just come talk to me, like an adult.”

“I couldn’t, I was ashamed that I thought the person I’m in love with now would just be history repeating itself.”

Frowning you moved over, positioning yourself to look at Satoru. “This isn’t history repeating itself Satoru, I'm not Suguru, I'm not gonna betray you and I'm not in love with you because you’re the strongest or because you're the great almighty Satoru Gojo, I love you because you’re you. nothing else.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away.”

You hummed, placing your hand under Satoru’s chin and gently lifting it up, bringing your other hand up to tug his blindfold up slowly, giving him time to move away if he wanted to. Once you slide his blindfold up to his forehead, acting as a headband for the time being, you were stunned at the sight of his eyes.

Satoru’s eyes weren’t something you were unfamiliar with, having always been captivated by the bright blue color, but after not seeing them for a while you’d forgotten how beautiful they really were. His long white lashes fluttered against his cheeks, Satoru pressing his cheek against your palm as he tilted his face up.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” he teased, cracking his eyes open slightly to look at you.

“you’re such an ass.” you laughed, leaning in to press your lips against his.

Kissing Satoru was exactly as you imagined, soft and sweet, his chapstick tasting like cherries. Still keeping his teasing nature even in a moment like this, Satoru would pull away every now and then, smiling as you chased after him before kissing you again.

“How's this for best friends?” Satoru teases, slightly breathless as his forehead rests on yours.

“shut up.” You laughed, sitting back down, leaning against Satoru. “You think Yagas gonna let us out anytime soon?”

Satoru hummed. “definitely not, that’s not a problem though.”

Grabbing your hand, Satoru intertwined your fingers and then you weren’t in the stuffy room Yaga locked the two of you in but instead a bedroom, his you assumed. Looking over at him you glared at his teasing grin.

“your bedroom? really Satoru.”

Placing his free hand on the side of your face he leaned towards you. “seemed like a good enough place.”

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Rain Splattered Tears

Eren Yeager x Reader

Summary: It’s been a few weeks since the break up and Mikasa and Armin are starting to worry about Eren

Part 1: Sun Soaked Kisses

It had been a few weeks since Your and Eren's day on the beach and since then it seemed like the sky had become persistently gloomily, dark clouds lining the sky with the occasional rain storm. What was once warm sunny days had turned thunderous and cold.

The state Eren was in wasn’t much better, he’d become lethargic and irritable, no amount of sleep seemed to be enough not that he was getting much. At first Armin and Mikasa were elated, happy that they’d broken it off for good. The two of them had given him a week of space, complying to his requests to leave him alone, figuring it was best to give him time to get over you. In retrospect it probably wasn’t the best to have left him alone.

When Armin and Mikasa finally concluded to ignore Eren's request to leave him alone they were surprised by the state he was in. His apartment, which was seemingly always spotless, never a thing out of place, was trashed. There was trash everywhere, half eaten food containers sitting around in the kitchen and the dining table, a smashed vase still laying on the ground, books thrown about.

The most shocking sight, to them at least, was Eren himself. Laying on the couch with a blanket thrown over his body he stared up blankly at the TV, the frown on his face deeper than usual, and dark circles under his eyes.

“Eren what happened?” Mikasa spoke, her eyes still taking in the mess of his apartment.

“this place is a wreck.” Armin pointed out, eyes narrowing as Eren seemingly had no reaction, to their comments or even just them being there. Leaning over the couch Armin set his hand on Eren's shoulder, becoming further confused as his eyes slowly moved over to Armins in a sad attempt at a glare. “have you been home all week?”

“took time off work.”

Glancing over Armin and Mikasa exchanged a worried look. “What day are you going back?”

Eren let out a sigh before mumbling out. “I'm not sure.”

Mikasa hummed in response. “Do you want us to grab something for dinner, maybe that place down the street you like?”

“It's fine, you guys can go home.”

“Okay, we’ll try and stop by tomorrow.” Armin said before following Mikasa out of the apartment.

Once they were out of the apartment Mikasa spoke in a whisper. “I didn’t think he would be this upset by the break up.”

“maybe they were more serious than we realized?” Armin tried to reason, his brain swarming with worry.

“He never brought them to many of the hangouts, I don’t even think Zekes met them.”

Armin hummed. “Maybe, hopefully he starts doing better soon.”

For the next two weeks Armin and Mikasa stopped by everyday, coming as early as they could and staying as late as they were able to. The more time passes the more concerned they became, Eren barely ate in their presence, they wondered if he ate at all except to appease them and spoke in short responses only when spoken to directly. It was like until they called his name he wasn’t acknowledging their presence.

Every time the two stopped by Eren became more and more irritated, every time they spoke or laughed or came by his apartment was like adding kindling to a fire, a fire he was too exhausted to acknowledge. Sometimes the words came up to his throat, begging to be screamed out but he always swallowed them back down, not wanting to start what he knew would be an argument.

It wasn’t until Mikasa made a comment about you did Eren finally let out what he’d been holding in.

“Eren you need to snap out of it, It’s just a breakup you’ll find someone better.”

“Mikasa…” Armin warned softly.

“we didn’t break up !” Eren yelled, making Armin and Mikasa jump in surprise, the man who’d been avoiding eye contact and mumbling his words was glaring at the two of them. “They left me ! Because I let everyone be so- awful to them and I couldn’t- I wasn't good enough to them.” Eren's voice cracked as he spoke, trailing off as he broke into a fit of sobs. “I love them- so much and I ruined it. I'm not gonna get another chance.”

“Eren you’ll find someone else, someone better.” Mikasa spoke firmly, standing her ground as she tried to get her point across. “someone you have more in common with.”

“shut up! this is why, because you two belittled them so much and I- I didn’t do anything. I thought it would get better but it didn't because you two didn’t give them a chance and by trying to keep you separate it just made everything worse.” Eren ran his hands through his hair, breathing out deeply as tears ran down his face. “I just didn’t want to see them cry anymore, they took every word you said to heart.”

“They were a little young for you, we just wanted to make sure they were with you for the right reasons.”

Eren stood up, throwing his arms around as he yelled. “they’re twenty-five for fucks sake! not a goddamn child like you make them out to be! I pursued them and you would know that if you actually tried to know them, know us.”

Glancing at each other in guilt, Armin took a step forward, trying to place a hand on Eren's shoulder before he shrugged him off, starting down the hallway to his room. “Eren-“

“you two should leave.”

When Mikasa started to go after Eren, Armin set a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. Lost in thought Armin walked out of the apartment, Mikasa following behind him, stopping in the hallways once the front door shut behind them.

“do you remember what the name of the coffee shop was?”

After a few calls Armin had finally gotten the name from Sasha, who’d had a few words to say about their treatment towards you. After convincing Mikasa to come along with him Armin made his way to the coffee shop you worked at, trying to reason with her that maybe they had been awful to you, as Armin had come to realize when Eren was speaking.

When they’d finally arrived at the coffee shop they found out just like Eren, you’d taken some time off. After some convincing and proof the manager had reluctantly given them your address which is where they were now, knocking on the door of your apartment.

Opening your door you were surprised to see the pair standing there. “oh uh can i help you?”

“It's about Eren,” Armin spoke, taking in the dark circles under your tired eyes. “can we uh come in?”

“If you’re worried If i’m gonna come back around, i’m not gonna bother him anymore.” You looked down, giving them a tight lipped smile. “if that’s all i’ve-“

“we’re sorry,” Mikasa blurted, catching you and Armin off guard. “hear us out, please.”

“okay.” you hesitantly opened the door, letting them in. “Sorry for the mess I’ve been catching up on work.” you apologized, walking over to the table to straighten up the papers.

“class work?” Armin asked, confused by the weird look you gave him.

“for the coffee shop.”

“oh.”

“I own the shop.” you explained, catching onto Armin and Mikasas silent confusion.

“oh um we didn’t know.”

“it’s fine I don’t really talk much about it,” you gave a small smile. “um what’s going on with Eren?”

Armin looked down as Mikasa spoke. “He barely leaves the couch, isn’t talking much and I don’t think he eats unless we force him too. it’s like he’s not there anymore.”

“You should go see him, please.”

“Look,” you sighed. “me and Eren had our problems and he-“

“told us off, we know.” Armin gave you a sympathetic smile. “and we’re really sorry, we should’ve gotten to know you before we said anything especially such hurtful things, we see now how much Eren cares for you.”

“I'm really sorry,” Mikasa spoke. “I was so focused on wanting Eren to not get hurt I ignored that I was the one doing the one hurting.”

You gave the two of them a smile. “Eren really values you two and I appreciate that, that you care for him so much but It’s an issue when you’re telling Eren i’m just in it for his money.”

Armin and Mikasa looked away, feeling guilty. “I know it’s just words but we’re really sorry and we want to get to know you, really. You know we want what’s best for Eren and these past few weeks we know that’s what’s best for him is you.”

Biting your lip you thought for a moment, considering the sincerity of their words. “Okay,” you nodded. “I assume you’re going back over too?”

They both nodded and walked with you to Mikasa's car, silently driving back over to Eren's apartment complex. Using his key to open the door Armin walked in, calling out for Eren.

“I told you to leave.” Eren spoke harshly, walking down the hall into the living room, stopping in his tracks when he saw you.

“Can we talk?” you asked, frowning at his messy appearance, the dark bags under his eyes standing out even from across the room.

Eren nodded, swallowing thickly as Armin and Mikasa left, saying they’d wait downstairs for you if you decided to leave. The apartment was covered in thick silence when the door clicked shut, neither you or Eren knowing how to verbalize the pit of emotions in your chests.

“Armin and Mikasa showed up at my apartment to apologize,” you finally spoke, trying to keep your words light. “I guess that means you spoke to them.”

Eren huffed out a laugh, still not looking up from the ground. “more like screamed at them.”

Laughing you hesitantly walked towards him, stopping just a step away as you cupped the side of his face and gently lifted him to look at you. The sight of his red, tear filled eyes made you frown, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

“they’re really worried about you,” you whispered. Eren's eyes closed as his head leaned into your palm, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I am too, to be honest you look like shit Eren.”

Eren laughed, sniffing as his eyes opened to stare into yours, more tears rolling down his face. “I was so horrible to you, I'm so sorry.”

“Eren, It’s okay, I understand why you did it.”

“But I shouldn’t have, I should've said something sooner, I should've really listened to you.”

“Eren, I forgive you, it’s okay.”

“I don't deserve your forgiveness.”

Before Eren could pull away you put your free hand on the other side of his face, getting ready to tell him how you felt but before you could speak Eren beat you to it.

“I love you so, so much but I can never forgive myself for not being there for you, for hurting you the way I did.”

“You don’t have to forgive yourself right now because I forgive you, that’s what matters, I still love you Eren, my love for you never changed and your friends, whatever you said to them, they see that now.”

“you still love me?” Eren's eyes went wide, lips parting in shock.

“Of course I do, I think I always will, no matter what.”

Without another word Eren leaned down slowly, hesitantly like he was scared you were going to run off at any sudden movement. Pressing his lips to yours Eren kissed you slowly, sweetly, setting his hands on your waist.

The kiss was like a breath of fresh air, like these past few weeks you’d been breathing in smoke without realizing it until you were given your air again. Pulling away Eren rested his forehead on yours, his breath fanning your face as his eyes ran over your face.

“stay tonight?” Eren swallowed thickly. “I’ve missed you”

Nodding you leaned up to give Eren a quick kiss. “You should probably tell Armin and Mikasa it’s okay to go.”

Though he agreed, Eren didn’t pull away for another few minutes, going back to his bedroom to grab his phone and send the text. Alone, you looked around Eren's apartment, frowning at the mess. Trying to figure out what to start at first you didn’t hear Eren walk up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he set his head on your shoulder.

“this place is disgusting ‘Ren.” you scrunched your nose, moving your head to knock into his softly.

“We can clean later, I just wanna hold you for a bit.” He mumbled into your shoulder, walking you over to the couch, not letting go as he pulled you down to the couch, curling up behind you.

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Bruised Kisses

Zeke Yeager x Reader

Summary: Zeke patches your wounds

Warnings: mentions of abuse (not involving Zeke), mild talk about bruises and wounds

In the moment you weren’t sure where you were going, just that you were moving. running somewhere, away. Each step felt worse than the next, the pain in your side spreading with every moment that passed, the pressure behind your eyes becoming unbearable.

In the moment you just took off, running away on auto pilot, not thinking about anything other than safety. Maybe that’s how you ended up on his porch, how you ended up knocking weakly on the apartment door, you were thinking of safety and Zeke Yeager was possibly the safest person in your mind, the only thing that shone brightness in the darkness that surrounded you.

It seemed like the moment the door opened all your pain increased just a little bit, not bothering to look up and greet him you flung yourself into Zeke's arms, catching him off guard as he stumbled back a step, catching his balance before resting his hand on the back of your head.

“What's wrong?” He asked softly, so softly your chest ached.

Gripping onto the back of his shirt you inhaled deeply, finding comfort in the smell of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent before you let out a sob, the pressure that had built up behind your eyes being released as you cried into Zeke’s chest.

Too wrapped up in your tears you were vaguely aware of Zeke stepping further into his apartment, not displacing you as he shut his front door and sat you down on his couch. Taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you Zeke hooked a finger under your chin, gently lifting your face to get a better look.

Inhaling deeply Zeke's eyes flickered over your face, over the split in your lip, over the bruise on your cheek bone, over the red mark on the side of your forehead. As you averted his eyes Zeke let out a sigh, setting his hand on the top of your head before going down the hall, listening as your sniffles echoed in the otherwise silent apartment.

Over the years this had become a routine of yours, you and Zeke trading off on who was patching up who. You'd met Zeke when you were both still young, ever since your family moved down the street from his.

At first the two of you weren’t close at all, changing one night when Zeke showed up in the middle of the night knocking on your window, a cut on his cheek and a bruise on his jaw. After that it became an unspoken ritual, showing up at eachothers windows at the middle of the night, fresh cuts, scrapes and bruises waiting to be patched up.

It was always a wordless exchange, no words or questions, just the occasional hiss or grunt when the anti-aseptic hit. For a while, after your dad died, it was just Zeke coming over to get patched up but then your oldest brother took up the torch and you were over at Zekes more frequently than ever.

After a few years Zeke's dad got remarried and ended up moving away a few cities away. Being too young to keep in touch you didn’t see him until he’d moved back years later, just a few streets down. It didn’t take long for you guys to reconnect, going to get coffee or hanging out at his apartment, this time you’d actually held conversations, finding you enjoyed them.

It didn’t take long before the silent routine of showing up at Zekes and getting patched up started up again, probably three months. The first night you’d been desperate, having nowhere else to go after you'd gotten locked out of your house after your brother had thrown you out the door when you’d tried to tell him to stop yelling at your younger sibling.

And though the routine was the same, the silent part had changed, Zeke opted for a protective stance of asking a slew of questions as you filled him in on the situation change from when he’d lived here.

That’s what brought you here now, more than a year later, in the familiar routine of sitting on Zeke's couch as he sat back down in front of you with a first aid kit in his hands. It was silent for a moment as Zeke cupped the non bruised side of your face with his hand and started cleaning the cut on your lip.

“I wish you would leave.” Zeke sighed, a frustrated edge to his voice.

“There's only a few months until they turn eighteen,” you whispered, still avoiding his gaze. “I can’t leave them there.”

“i know,” he whispered back, tilting your head to the side to apply a salve to your bruise. “But you know my bed’s awfully lonely without you.” Zeke went silent for a moment before mumbling out. “I hate that I can’t do anything to that asshole for hurting you.”

Leaning into his palm you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. “It's just a few more months,” you mumbled. “I can handle it.”

Zeke hummed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I can wait a few months to beat him to bloody hell.”

You opened your eyes, finally meeting Zeke's concerned gaze with a frown. “I'm sorry, I know this stresses you out.”

“I’d do this for you all day everyday if you asked.”

You hummed in response, closing your eyes once again, tiredness catching up with you.

“Have you eaten?” you nodded. “Do you want to take a shower?” you shook your head. “Are you tired?” you nodded.

Zeke chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Pulling you up with him Zeke dragged you to his bedroom, throwing a pair of his sweatpants and an old t-shirt at you. As you changed you just threw your clothes onto the floor, figuring you’d just collect them in the morning.

Before you could crawl under the covers Zeke dragged you to the bathroom, practically shoving your toothbrush into your hand. Obnoxiously scrubbing his teeth next to you Zeke gave you a foamy smile, giving him a look of concern as toothpaste fell onto his beard.

Rolling your eyes you huffed a laugh, spitting into the sink and rinsing your mouth, dragging yourself back into Zeke's bedroom and crawling under the covers. There was something so comfortable about his bed, maybe it was the sheets or how soft his blanket was or just that it smelled like him.

Half asleep you listened as Zeke reentered the room, shuffling around for a minute before the bed dipped beside you and the bedside lamp was turned off. You groaned as Zeke grabbed you, pulling you into his chest and burying his head into your hair.

“I love you.” Zeke sighed into your hair, laughing softly as you grumbled in response, wrapping your arms around him hoping he got the message. ‘i love you too’

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Sun Soaked Kisses

Eren Yeager x Reader

Summary: Being with Eren was difficult sometimes

Warnings: heavy angst, slight age age (5 years), slightly toxic relationship

Part 2: Rain Splattered Tears

Relationships aren't your forte, not that you had much to go off of but it seemed what little experience you had always seemed to go wrong, ending in disappointment and feeling like a failure. There was probably only one relationship you never regretted afterwards, despite the shitty ending you still still appreciated what you'd had.

Then came Eren Yeager, who’d charmed his way into your life despite you being hesitant at first. Eren had been a frequent customer at your coffee shop, being a Lawyer at an office nearby and who eventually convinced you to go on a date with him. After awhile it just became natural, spending time with him, going on dates, hanging out at his apartment.

Despite the naturalness of it though, sometimes you couldn’t tell if Eren was going to be someone you regretted or someone you would hold dear. It felt so good to be around Eren, like a breath of fresh air, until it didn’t and it felt like you were inhaling smoke.

When it came to you and Eren everything seemed to go perfectly until reality set in. There were a few things about each other that just didn’t exactly fit together, one of which seemingly got pointed out anytime you two with anyone besides yourselves.

Eren was a few years older than you, five years to be exact. The difference wasn’t a huge deal to you nor him but to everyone around you it seemed to be the end of the world, especially to Eren's friends who’d made it abundantly clear what they thought of you. A gold digging child.

The first time you’d met Eren's friends you’d spent the rest of the night on Eren's couch in tears, taking the sharp edged comments to heart and even though he assured you that’s not what he thought about you he never made any effort to stop it other than a singular stern phone call which seemingly only made things worse. The lack of defense caused many arguments over time.

Worst part of it though was that Eren recently stopped bringing you to friend functions, family functions as well seeing as some of them attended. It made you feel like an inconvenience, like Eren was embarrassed of you, not even coming to your defense.

Not that your family or some friends were very fond of Eren but at least you set them straight anytime they made a comment, they might not always approve but they keep their comments and judging glares to themselves for the most part and when they don’t you’re more than happy to point them out on it.

The other problem was that Eren wasn’t that open of a person and sometimes that bothered you. It felt like Eren knew everything about you, you never hid anything from him but every now and then you were reminded that you really didn’t know anything about Eren, beyond surface level.

Occasionally Eren would be open about whatever you were wanting to know but others he would brush you off, kissing your forehead before telling you it wasn’t a big deal or you didn’t need to worry about it. It always disappointed you, despite you knowing better.

These little arguments always led to make up days, where Eren would show up to your place with flowers and tell you how sorry he was, how he was going to do better and then he would say he would have a surprise for you the next day and to clear your schedule, giving you a time that he’d be picking you up and then leave.

Without fail you’d be ready by the time he’d say he was going to be there and there was always a knock on your door at the exact time he told you. Every time he’d be standing there with a giant smile on his face in casual clothes before he’d offer you his arm, walking you to his car where he’d open the passenger's door for you.

Once he’d get in the car he’d ask you about your night, the same radio station playing softly in the background. You’d respond with the same, “fine, and yours?” in which he would go into detail about a case he’d worked on.

The destination was never the same and was never revealed until you arrived. which is why you were surprised when Eren pulled up to the beach, he’d once said he wasn’t very fond of the beach.

“come here.” Eren spoke softly, a hand outstretched towards you once you’d stepped out of the car.

Taking his hand Eren pulled you closer, placing his head on top of yours. A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again. “I'm really sorry, i’ll talk to Mikasa later.”

Pulling back, Eren went for the backseat, pulling out a wooden basket and giving you a smile. “I know a spot I think you’ll love.”

Taking your hand Eren dragged you down the practically empty beach, the wind blowing harshly. Neither of you said anything until Eren stopped at a secluded part of the beach, large rocks covering the area. Helping you climb up a few you reach one with a flat surface, watching as Eren walked more toward the edge before setting the basket down and taking a seat next to it.

Walking up from behind you took in the view, in awe of how the waves looked crashing against the rock from below. Taking a seat next to Eren you felt a little hesitant before speaking.

“how did you find this place?”

Eren tilted his head back, using his arms to keep him propped up as he faintly smiled. “Me, Armin and Mikasa used to come here a lot when we were younger.”

Looking away from Eren you looked down at your lap before finding the courage to ask your next question. “Why do they hate me?”

Eren sighed. “They don’t hate you, they're just….. protective I guess you could say.”

“you don’t see anything wrong with the way they talk about me?” You lifted your gaze to Eren who already has attention on you.

He was silent, his lips set in a hard line as the wind blew more hair out of its holder. “I think that it comes out of a place of love.”

“Their ‘love’ is at the expense of my feelings? shouldn’t it be at the expense of yours too? if you care about me like you say you do?”

“Of course I care about you but I can’t tell my bestfriends off because they have concerns.”

“I do,” you moved your gaze away from him again, looking up at the Waves. “I tell mine off when they say something bad about you and they don’t say things half as bad as yours do.”

It became silent, a tense atmosphere settling over the two of you as the waves continued to crash into the waves and the breeze was still harsh.

“can..can i be honest,” you breathed out heavily, squeezing your eyes shut before you spoke, not waiting for a response. “I don't know if I can keep doing this, I feel like it’s a constant argument between us unless we’re alone and always being alone makes me feel like shit, like-like some dirty secret of yours.”

“Do you want to break up then?” Eren spoke in what you called his business voice, no indication of what he was feeling.

Thinking over the question you stared in front of you, a thump forming in your throat. “no,” you croaked. “but i don’t want to feel like this anymore, I don’t feel good, Eren.”

Looking over you saw Eren hunched over, His hair mostly blown out of its tie and creating a curtain around his face. After a while Eren looked up at you with tears in his eyes, the sight stunned you, sure you’d seen Eren be emotional before but never like this.

“I don’t want to lose you, you mean so much to me but so do Armin and Mikasa. After-after my mom died they were all I had for awhile and I don’t want to hurt them but by not hurting them i’m hurting you and- fuck i’m sorry i don’t know what to do.”

Sitting there in stunned silence you watched a few stray tears fall down Erens cheeks, his eyes filled with so many emotions you couldn’t decipher them. You weren’t sure what to say, what to do, you’d never seen Eren this emotional let alone open and vulnerable.

“Eren,” you spoke softly, watching as he looked up at you, his lip pulled between his teeth. “I think- I think we need to say goodbye, you shouldn’t feel like defending me is hurting your friends.”

Eren nodded. “I do love you, I always did but I just don’t want to hurry my friends.”

“I know.” you cupped Eren's face with your hand, wiping the stray tears off his cheek as you give him a meek smile, his own hand coming up to do the same.

“you deserve the world,” Eren whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead, his breath fanning your face. “and I'm sorry I can't give you that.”

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Flour Fights

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: On your and Levi’s day off you decide to bake

Every now and then your and Levi’s schedules became hectic, though nowhere near what they used to be, it still cut into your days together. So after a while of being on opposite schedules and not being able to see each other except spare moments in the mornings and nights you’d come up with a solution.

Now every time your schedules became opposing you would sit down and set aside one day in between to spend time with each other.

There was nothing you enjoyed more than waking up next to Levi after not being able to for the past week and a half or so. Watching through half lidded eyes as he snored quietly, the sun shining on his face. Smiling at the sight you rolled over, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest and closing your eyes again.

After a while Levi’s snores stopped and he wrapped his own arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead before placing his head in your hair.

“Good morning.” He grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning.” You mumble back, a smile on your lips.

Eventually the two of you get out of bed working in silence around each other as you make breakfast and Levi makes tea. By the time you're walking to the table with both plates in hand Levi’s setting the paper down, your tea made just the way you like it sitting in front of your spot.

Once the two of you are done eating you move to the couch, pulling out a book to read while you rest your head on his thigh and he finishes the paper. This is the best part of days off with Levi, there’s no rush for anything you just bask in each other's presence, happy just knowing the other person is there.

Laying the book down on your chest with a sigh you glance up at Levi who’s looking down at you already. Rolling his eyes Levi folds his paper up, setting it down on the arm of the couch before putting his attention back on you.

“What do you want to do?”

“We should bake.” You grin up at him, watching as his eyebrows raise.

“Bake?” he repeats, making you nod in affirmation.

“like…a bread or a pie, I think we have some blueberries that are about to go bad.”

Giving you a soft smile Levi places a hand on your head before standing up. “Let's go bake then.”

As it turns out Levi Ackerman is many things, but a baker is definitely not one of them.

You weren’t sure of the last time you’d laughed this hard, your stomach aching in pain as you leaned over on your knees.

“how- did you manage- the egg wash clumpy.” You got out through laughs, trying to keep air in your lungs as you looked up at Levi’s scowling expression, a smudge of flour on his cheek.

Levi grumbled out something in response and even though you didn’t catch what he said it only made you laugh harder.

Wiping the tears from your eyes you took in deep breaths as you walked back over to Levi who’d turned away from you about three minutes ago. Moving in front of him you wrapped your arms around him placing a kiss on his cheek gaining you another grumble.

“I'm sorry,” you kissed his other cheek, another laugh slipping through your lips before you could stop it. “It's not funny.”

“no, no it’s not.” he mumbled.

Despite the frown Levi was giving you, you could see the smile he was holding in. Leaning in to give a quick peck to his lips you pulled away, looking at the disaster on the counter.

After getting everything ready you placed the pan in the oven, crossing your fingers as you hoped for the best.

“You know,” Levi spoke up from where he was wiping off the excess flour off the counter. “I'm not sure a pie was supposed to look like that.”

Pausing for a moment you scrunch your face, thinking about how awkwardly shaped the dough had been. “its homemade it’s bound to look different than the market ones.”

And look different than the marked ones it did, you weren’t sure what happened but your crust looked more airy than usual and the filling seemed to have overflowed, swallowing the dough you’d placed on top.

When it came time to taste Levi had scrunched his nose at the spoon you held out to him, telling you he wasn't sure it was safe to eat. disregarding his concerns for your well-being you took a bite.

As it turns out Levi Ackerman might not be a baker but he sure is a smart man.

In the midst of rinsing out your mouth you turned your eyes to Levi who’d taken post next to you, rubbing a supportive hand on your back.

“Did you put salt on the blueberries instead of sugar?” You questioned, keeping your gaze in him as his eyes squinted before going wide, a subtle tint on his cheeks.

“oh my god you used salt instead of sugar.” you groaned into your hands.

Wordlessly Levi pulled you up from leaning over the sink and into his chest, running his hand over your hair. “Maybe we shouldn’t bake.”

A groan was the only response he got.

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Blood Stains

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: you get hurt on a mission and Levi worrying about you

When you joined the scouts getting injured was the last thing on your mind. you knew it was a possibility that it was bound to happen, you’d been reminded more than enough times, but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

To you getting injured was part of the job, if it were for the scouts cause you’d gladly accept death. That was your philosophy until you’d met the overbearing captain, then it became a nuisance to get even a scrape.

At first he was just irritated at how often he’d have to clean and wrap your wounds, complaining that you were a careless brat and he didn’t have time to nurse your every cut. As time went on though, and you and the captain grew closer it became worried rants and concerned looks.

When you and the captain finally admitted your feelings for each other you vowed to be more careful, to not be one more person added to the list, that your patch wouldn’t sit in a drawer with the rest.

Vowing to do something and actually following through were two very different things you’ve come to realize.

It wasn’t intended, you truly were being careful, but with the craze of the female titans running about and your squad being wiped out you didn’t notice the titans hand coming up and grabbing your wire, flinging it off to the side.

The pain was excruciating, like someone lit your back on fire as the bark dug into your skin before you fell to the ground. As you laid there writhing on the ground, trying to force air into your lungs you wondered if this is how you were going to break your promise to Levi, if you were going to get eaten by a titan before you could regain your vision.

But when your vision had cleared and you could breathe properly again there weren’t any titans around you, which somehow made the giant forest seem that much larger.

As you sat there waiting you slowly tested your mobility, it seemed you couldn’t move your left arm in any way without pain, taking deep breaths seemed to make your lungs seize and you could stand but walking seemed to take a great deal of effort.

After a while you heard the mechanical whirls of ODM gear before Levi was landing in front of you, heaving out a sigh of relief at the sight of you seemingly unharmed.

“What are you doing down here?” He questioned, taking a more critical glance at you.

“my wire got snagged and it broke my gear so i’ve been waiting down here.” It technically wasn’t a lie but the feeling of guilt still wracked your body. You didn’t know if the mission was over and you knew that if Levi knew you were hurt it would distract him and he couldn’t be distracted, not now.

“wha-“ before he could get out what he was saying Levi was cut off by a deafening roar.

“go,” you told him. “They'll need you. I'll be fine here.” Giving him a reassuring glance Levi nodded, promising to come back for you before he was off.

Letting out a sigh of relief you slumped to the ground, knees too weak to continue to hold you up.

Without realizing it you were waking up, disoriented you moved your eyes around you, taking in the familiar sight of the infirmary at the cottage. Trying to sit up you gasped out in pain as the muscles in your back seized, leaving you frozen in pain while you waited for it to die down.

Before long the door was opening and Levi walked through, freezing by the door as you looked at each other, silently seizing each other up. Other than his messy hair and wrinkled clothing Levi looked fine, which meant he was not fine.

Tousled hair was an odd look on Levi, even when he was just waking up in the mornings his hair always seemed to be perfectly groomed. You weren’t sure how long it had been but taking in the dark bags under Levi’s eyes you could assume it hadn’t just been a day.

Breaking out of his trance Levi turned around and shut the door, resting his head against the wall as you watched his back rise and fall harshly, silence creating a thick fog of tension in the room.

“Levi-“ you started.

“You idiot,” he spoke lowly, his voice full of an emotion you couldn’t decipher. “You absolute moron, why did you lie to me?”

Any excuse you had died in your throat as Levi turned around, his lips set in a hard line as his eyes watered, a grief stricken expression on his face.

“I'm sorry,” Moving your gaze away from him, you stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep your own tears at bay as a lump formed in your throat.

“You could have died, I thought you were dead.” You heard his boots hit the floor harshly as he took a couple steps towards you.

“I- the mission wasn’t over,” you breathed out, trying your best to not choke on your words. “I didn't want you to be distracted.”

Taking the last few steps Levi fell at your side, pressing your hand to the side of his face as he silently cried. “I thought i lost you, you were just… laying there and i thought-“

“I'm sorry,” you moved your gaze to him, your own tears slipping out as a new pain formed in your chest. “I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry.”

Pressing a kiss to your wrist Levi looked up at you, running his thumb along your knuckles as he spoke. “I don't care if we’re surrounded by titans, I want you to be honest on your condition, you don’t need to push yourself for my sake, no more walking around with injuries okay?”

As you nodded a small smile crept up on your face. “I mean technically I wasn’t walking, I was just standing.”

“shut up.” a small smile played on his lips as you let out a laugh, regretting the action as pain rippled down your back. Levi was quick to move, sitting by your head as he smoothed out your hair, waiting for the pain to pass. “this is exactly what I was talking about.”

“I'm sorry,” you spoke softly, closing your eyes as Levi pressed his lips to your forehead. “I hate making you worry.”

“tch id worry about you regardless, at least now i don’t have to fret about you actively getting injured.” setting his chin on top of your head he let out a sigh, mumbling into your hair. “Just worry about getting better.”

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ur so right, sometimes I just wanna read fluff and it’s like only hardcore nsfw smut exists 😭😭

LITERALLY like for some reason smut is such a huge thing now and it always has been but now it’s just EVERYWHERE and no matter what like even in just regular ole book recommendations it seems like if it doesn’t have smut it’s not gonna be in people praises

and like i was trying to find stuff for gojo from jujutsu kaisen and it’s literally all like fucking MMA style smut like man there’s no aftercare either shits wack

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why is everyone so horny, i just want to cuddle :/

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Fleeting Moments

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Sweet moments with Matt when he comes back home

A/n: i genuinely think i’ve written something so similar to this but i’m exhausted and haven’t had a singular thought in days so yasss this is the best i can’t do

There were lots of moments in your life, lots of different emotions that went with them. Happiness, sadness, anger, resentment, amusement, gratitude but not a single one of those compared to the aching hollow feeling that you were left with when Matt went out at night.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to come back, you have absolute trust that Matt knows what he’s doing and he can handle his own. But that trust didn’t keep the hollow feeling from carving open your chest whenever Matt kissed you before he left.

At times Matt worried for you, he always told you that you should be resting and you needed the sleep but nothing he did ever kept you from pacing the living room if he was a moment late or kept your nails from being chewed on whenever that gut sinking feeling felt a little extra heavy that night.

And over time Matt learned what calms you down, what he could do to keep you from worrying too much and how to make you feel better when he returns.

The routine fell in place quickly, Matt would come back and you’d patch him up on any injury he may have gained, all while telling you he was fine and then once his check up was over he’d stand up and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you against him before leaning in for a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers while he sets his forehead against yours. “I wish you wouldn’t worry yourself sick.”

“i know, i know ‘you shouldn’t worry about me i’m-“

Matt cut off your mocking of his usual speech as he softly whispered your name, brushing his nose against yours. “It’s not that I don't want you to worry about me, I'd be a little concerned if you didn’t,” he laughed softly, his breath fanning your face before his lips formed a frown . “but I worry about you. You're exhausted and I can hear your heartbeat blocks before I get home, I don't want you to get sick because I'm worrying you too much.”

A lump formed in your throat at his words and you pulled your head back, moving it to lay it against his shoulder, burying your nose into his neck. “I’m just… terrified that one night I'm going to fall asleep while you’re out and that you might not be there when I wake up, that you will be hurt and I wasn't there to help you.”

Matt’s hand rubbed your back in slow circles as he listened to you, humming in response as he took in your words. “I know, i’m sorry for worrying you so much I wish…I wish i could be better, that i didn-“

“Stop talking.” you pulled back abruptly, moving your arms from around Matt’s torso up to his face. “don’t ever say that Matt, you are perfect, what you do is amazing and I admire and love you so much for it. It worries me but that’s okay, I wouldn't change you for the world.”

Matt smiled at you, at your words, at your love. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve you.”

It’s these moments, the ones where it’s just you and Matt and nothing else that makes everything so worth it because with him it feels like time stops, like the world revolves around you and there’s no rush for anything. It’s just you in each other embraces finding comfort in each other.

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what the fuck did tumblr do to notes 😟

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Hey!! I saw requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a lil fic with mr. Murdock? I was thinking of something along the lines of patching him up one night when he finally comes home, and while it’s happening Matt’s hands are roaming all over the reader, arms, neck, thighs, and when he gets to her thighs he feels a ton of scars and goes into panic mode because, did you get hurt on his watch and not tell him?? But really, they’re extremely old self harm scars, and you have to explain them to him to calm him down and he tries to understand why you’d do that to yourself and just something super fluffy and comforting? I understand if this is too dark a topic to write so feel free to ignore it! I hope you’re having a good day!!

a/n: sorry it took so long to get to this ! i kept it short and simple but sweet just for the sake of not going too into detail on the topic but i hope you like it <3

Over the many months you’ve spent patching up Matt Murdock you’ve learned one thing, he’s very touchy. It was something you’d learned and appreciated over your relationship but you’d never seen the severity of it until you started tending to his wounds.

It was something you found funny and likable about Matt, how his hands would roam you while you checked him over for injuries. To be fair you always thought Matt knew about your scars and chose not to say anything out of respect or just not knowing how to approach the topic.

It wasn’t until one night when you were cleaning out a wound on Matt’s face did he ever speak about it. you could tell the moment he noticed, when his hand had dropped to your thigh.

It was the look you noticed first, it was the same look everyone had when they first noticed, like a mixture between confusion and hurt.

“What are these?” Matt’s eyebrows bunched together as he ran his hands over the scars. “Are these scars?”

Despite how many years it had been and how little they affected you the feeling of dread never left when people first found it, even though it wasn’t as large of a feeling as it used to be it was still there, still choking you.

“yeah,” you cleared your throat, turning away briefly to grab another alcohol pad. “they’re really old.”

Before you could press the new alcohol pad to Matt’s wound his hand caught your wrist softly. “Are- they’re-“

“yeah.” you answered softly, knowing exactly which question he was stumbling around.

Matt’s expression softened, his thumb running up and down the wrist he still held. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“they’re old as hell. I didn't think it mattered plus I figured you’d noticed them already.” you let out a little chuckle, desperate to ease the tension in the room.

“they’re not- none of them are new ?” Matt swallowed as if bracing himself for the answer.

“no, no they’re all years old.”

Matt nodded in response, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his head against your shoulder.

“I love you,” Matt spoke softly, probably more softly than you’d ever heard him speak before. “no matter what.”

“I love you too,” you laughed trying to get him to sit up. “Come on, I've gotta clean your wounds.”

“I just want to hold you for a little bit.”

You sighed in response, wrapping your arms around Matt with a smile on your face. “you’re such a big baby.”

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soooo by me saying i’m getting a cold about a week ago i ended up with covid and felt too much like shit to work on anything but i’m feeling better finally ! and will have something up tonight (hopefully)

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Running Red

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt cleans you up after getting mugged

a/n: just a little fyi i’m probably not gonna be getting to any writing for the next few days bc i’m getting a cold and feel like shit, but my inbox and feel free to sent in stuff that i can work on once i’m better <3

Over time you got used to Matt's rather ‘odd’ schedule, finding your own hobbies to fill the time while he went off to stop crime. Usually these hobbies include being in the apartment, reading or watching movies or even baking but tonight your coworkers had invited you out for a drink.

Ever since Matt had started fighting crime you'd become sort of an introvert, not that you didn't like socializing anymore it was just that hearing about all the crime Matt fought made you a little anxious to go out, especially at night.

But you figured it would be fine for tonight, one of your coworkers friends was going to be sober and driving you too and from the bar and the bar itself wasn’t even open that late due to the peak in crime recently. You would be fine, there were people there to watch out for you and you wouldn’t be walking.

Except the designated driver had disappeared at some point during the night and most of the people you’d come with had left with someone they’d met. Right now you were walking across to the bar where you spotted one of your friends.

“Hey, how are you getting home since our ride ditched us?”

“My boyfriend’s coming to get me.” Your friend giggled, taking another sip of her drink.

“Can he give me a ride ? I don't live far.”

“Sorry bae he's already pissed he's having to come get me, oh ! what about your boyfriend, can't he come get you ?”

You stared at her blankly. “You mean my blind boyfriend.” You knew Matt was more than capable of coming to get you and was honestly probably the safest person you could be around but she didn’t know that.

“Oh,” she frowned. “Right, you don't live that far right and the devil of hell's kitchen is always prowling, maybe if you get lucky he'll save you.”

Before you could respond Her phone rang and she was racing to the door, throwing a quick bye as she left you alone. Letting out a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket scrolling through your contacts as you went outside, grimacing as the cold hit you.

If it were your first option you wouldn’t call Matt, especially in the middle of his vigilanting but you weren’t that close with Foggy or Karen to be able to have the balls to call them and ask them to drop what they were doing to come pick you up.

But as it turns out luck was not on your side and your balls had to drop when Matt didn’t pick up his phone. You called Foggy first and when he picked up on the third ring you were more than greatful

“Hey ! what can I do for you on this lovely evening?”

“So,” you huffed out a laugh. “Funny story, my coworkers ditched me and I was wondering if you’d be able to walk me home ?”

“Oh shit yeah hold on let me-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of Foggy's sentence when your phone rang and you pulled it away from your face to see who it was. “Shit Foggy hold on Matt’s calling me back don’t worry about it im sure hes already on his way.” you laughed.

“Okay yeah call me if you need anything though.”

“Thanks bye.” As you went to answer Matt's call it hung up, mumbling curses under your breath you went to call him back and this time he answered.

“What's wrong?” Matt was panting on the other side of the phone, his voice on edge.

“Nothing nothing I'm okay, it's just, my coworkers ditched me at the bar and I didn't really want to walk home alone.”

Matt let out a breath of relief, his voice a lot less tense when he spoke again. “Okay I’ll be right there just stay where you are.”

You let out a sigh, your breath fogging around you. Sticking your phone back into your pocket you desperately regretting leaving your coat in your coworkers friends car, you severely underestimated the amount of alcohol you were going to drink tonight because before you would have drank enough to keep you warm in colder weather than this.

At first you resorted to small movements to keep yourself warm, jumping up and down, side stepping and shaking your arms. But after a while when Matt didn’t show up you had to move onto pacing up and down the sidewalk.

It was honestly your fault, it could be blamed on the alcohol you drank but it really was just a simple lack of critical thinking on your part. Nut sober you never would have placed in front of an alleyway at night on an almost empty street.

The thought that it wasn't the smartest idea didn’t hit you until you were grabbed and pulled back into the alleyway, cold metal pressed against your throat. You panicked, muscles tensing as you looked out towards the streets for anyone around to help you.

“Give me all your shit.” The man behind you spoke slowly, his breath hitting your ear.

“O-okay in my bah-back right pocket.”

He pulled back just an inch or two, enough to pull your phone out of your pocket and study it. For a moment he backed off, leaving you to let out the breath you’d been holding, hoping he’d run off. But instead you felt his hand tangle in your hair before your cheek was smashed into the brick wall beside you.

You cried out in surprise, struggling against the weight pressed into your back to keep you in place. You could feel the cut on your cheek, the blood running down your face as it mixed with the moisture that coated the brick.

“Do you think im fucking stupid or something? Im not messing around give me your fucking wallet.” He spat, smooshing your face into the brick for a moment before letting up.

“Ah- I dont- its not on me, its at home i swear- i left it at home.” As the realization of the situation set in you started crying, tears streaming down your face as you choked on your words.

“do you think i’m dumb?” he pressed your face into the brick again, this time not letting up. “I'm gonna give you five seconds.”

“it’s not- i dont Ah please i don’t have it it’s at home please.”

This time he pulled you off the brick, using your hair as leverage to throw you to the ground. You barely had time to process the scrapes you’d acquired before he kicked you in the stomach.

You’d felt a lot of things in your life all that would fall under hurt, but out over everything nothing had hurt more than the searing pain that came from the kick. It was like you’d lost all your senses, only being able to feel the burning pain in your torso as your lungs contracted, begging for air.

When you were finally able to take in breaths again you were rolled over onto your back, the same foot putting pressure onto your chest, not pressing but enough to be a threat.

“I'm gonna give you five seconds to hand over your wallet.”

You were unable to speak, still sucking in air as you tried to heat rid of the tears that filled your eyes.

“one.”

You muttered out a please between gasps, feeling the boot press a little further into you.

“two.”

“It's at- home.”

“three.”

“plea- please.”

The man didn’t get the four, being tackled before he could get the word out. You didn’t look, you didn’t need to look to know it was Matt, instead you focused on rolling over, cradling your burning torso as you sat up.

As soon as you were sitting up you looked over at Matt, you could tell he wasn’t holding back on his punches and if you didn’t stop him soon he would never forgive himself.

“Dare.” you whispered out, knowing he was listening to you.

Matt stopped mid punch, arm in the air as he turned his head to look at you. Getting off the guy Matt walked over to you, assessing your injuries before he even touched you.

“Are you okay?” he spoke softly, barely above a whisper as he kneeled in front of you.

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes as your lip started to wobble. “I just- take me home, please.”

A few feet away the man who’d beat you up scrambled to his feet, running away as fast as he could. Matt didn’t move an inch, simply just cradling your uninjured cheek in his hand, softly like he was scared you’d crumble in his hands.

“Okay, I've got you.”

Still in his daredevil costume Matt couldn’t go through the front door and in your current position couldn’t climb the fire escape. As much as Matt hated it he had to leave you half a block away, following you from along to rooftops to be there if you needed him.

The second you were in front of the door to your apartment it opened, Matt there to help you with half his costume gone, replaced with a regular t-shirt. Leading you to the kitchen he had you sit on the counter stool before running off to get the first aid kit.

The time Matt spent cleaning the wound and scrapes on your cheek and arms was completely silent, other than your hisses and protests of pain but you were exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open as Matt threw away all the cotton swabs and alcohol pads.

“I need you to stay awake sweetheart, you could have a concussion.” Matt spoke from behind you.

The only response you could muster was a whine, listening to Matt’s footsteps as he turned on the facet and grabbed the bottle of tylenol. He walked back over to you, putting the water in one hand and the pills in another.

“take.” Matt spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument.

You sighed as you took them, chugging back the water until the glass was empty. Taking the glass Matt set it on the counter behind you, when he didn’t moveyou cracked your eyes, looking up at him.

“what?” you mumbled.

“I need to check your ribs.”

The thought of Matt touching your torso anywhere made you want to gag, but especially your ribs, you felt like you were going to throw up. sensing your fear Matt gently cupped the uninjured side of your face, running his thumb over your jaw.

“I'll be gentle, I promise.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, knowing it was important Matt did this, he needed to see if anything was broken or if you had any internal injuries. As you went to take your shirt off you had only just exposed your stomach before a stabbing pain came from your side, making you cry out in pain.

Immediately Matt grabbed your hands, lowering them back down as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “i’ll get scissors.”

After Matt had gotten the clothes off your torso he tensed, running his fingers over your skin as he checked your injuries, mumbling apologies whenever you made a pained sound when he touched a particularly sensitive area.

“You don’t have any bleeding, just brushing and a fractured rib.”

You stayed silent, leaning your head forward to rest it on Matt’s chest, feeling his arms loosely hang around you and he rubbed your back.

It wasn’t like you exactly intended to but you started crying, sniffing as tears soaked into Matt’s shirt, your hiccups muffled into his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sweetheart.” Matt laid his head on top of yours. “What do you need, tell me what you need.”

“a shower.” you sobbed, desperately wanting to get the grime off your skin that you’d collected off the ground.

“Okay, okay, let me help you.”

After helping you out of the rest of your clothes and into the shower Matt climbed in himself, sitting behind you as you continued to cry. Once you’d calmed down a bit Matt washed your hair, massaging your scalp until you calmed down, heartbeat steady as you leaned against his chest, water running over your skin.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” Matt whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Letting out a sound of protest you moved closer against Matt making him chuckle.

“We can't stay in here forever sweetheart, let’s get you to bed okay ?”

As Matt helped you up and out of the shower you stayed somewhat limp, too tired and weak to keep your body upright. You felt like a sack of jello, Matt moving your limbs to get you dressed, putting you in a pair of his sweatpants and jacket.

Once he’d gotten you dressed he half dragged you to the bed, careful of your wounds. Once you were on the bed you used the rest of your strength to crawl under the covers, listening as Matt left the room

When he returned he got under the covers next to you, slowly curling himself around you, careful to avoid your wounds. Matt kissed the back of your head as you drifted off.

“I'm gonna have to wake you up every hour to check if you have a concussion or not.”

Too tired to protest, you settled for pressing your head further into the pillow, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

[catholicdaredevil]

idk if you still want requests but i was baking earlier today and thinking about a lazy morning making breakfast w matty and listening to some jazz and ending up dancing in the kitchen

i do still want requests! thank you for sending this one in and i hope you enjoy bc this is such a delicious concept

you'd had an early morning meeting, sacrilege he'd said, to have a meeting on a sunday. attendance was mandatory, so you'd slipped out of bed while he slept and gotten dressed, stopping to press a kiss to his temple before heading out and locking his door behind you.

matt had stirred the second your heart rate rose from the steady pace of sleep, mumbling angrily under his breath as he heard you dress. pulling your pillow into him as the door clicked, face pressed into the soft silk to smell you. while it sounded great to just fall back asleep, pretending you were still in bed with him until you returned, but his body didn't grasp the concept of rest very well.

so he got up, stretching his joints out until they popped and threw on a pair of sweatpants. breakfast sounded like a good idea, but on that one he could wait until you were back so he did. instead, still a little sore from a few nights ago, pulling his shoulder in a fight, so he sat on the hardwood floors of the living room and closed his eyes, slowing his breathing down until he slipped into the ease of meditation.

he registered you as soon as you hit his street, the familiar pattern of sounds he'd recognize anywhere drawing him out. matt stood and rolled his arm, testing it out to see where his range of motion got painful.

matt had a record on and coffee started by the time you hit the lobby of his building. you could hear him singing softly to himself from the other side of the door and you felt your chest ache with love. knowing you would be the only person who got to see him like his, moving around his kitchen in almost a dance, all happy and sleepy and pliant.

"you gonna stand there and watch all day, or are you gonna come drink this coffee i made and join me sweetheart?" matt didn't even bother to turn at the feeling of your eyes on him, keys clinked into the little bowl by the door as you leaned up against the wall to the kitchen.

"well it is a very nice show you're putting on here murdock," a wink thrown over his shoulder in your direction had you rolling your eyes and kicking off your shoes. finally moving in to the kitchen next to him, grabbing bread from the cupboard to make throw into the toaster to join the scrambled eggs cooking in front of him.

he flicked off the burner and set the pan aside, letting the eggs cool. warm calloused hands wound around you, pulling you in to press against his chest. you swayed around the kitchen, led by his sure steps and arms. soft purrs rumbled from his chest when your fingers wound their way into his hair, your head resting against his shoulder content to soak up his love that radiated off him in waves.

your matt, so insistent on making these moments for you; to show you how he felt when words failed him. you danced until the record stopped, food long forgotten.

[titan-sl8yer]

AAAAHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT

[titan-sl8yer]

First Meetings

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: As a Journalist major one of your finals is to do an interview with someone with importance within the community

a/n: honestly didn’t really review this, probably gonna regret that decision but anyways.. this is probably gonna turn into a little mini series with a few more chapters

Your final project for one of your journalism classes was to do an interview with someone of importance within the community and write a mock article on it and then it would be printed as your main article in a fake newspaper with all the other ones you’d written over the course.

Immediately you knew who to choose, Nelson and Murdock Attorneys at Law. you’d been following what they’d done since they’d started, their impact on the community was huge and you admired what they were doing.

It was surprising how easy it was to set up an interview, getting one the day after you'd called to ask about it. it gave you less time to chicken out, you would never pass up the opportunity to do an interview but this one in particular made you nervous.

By the next day when you were getting ready to leave your apartment you were shaking, staring at your belongings as you went over the mental checklist over and over, making sure you didn’t forget anything.

On your way to the law office you felt your stomach cramp, getting nauseous as you went up the steps and opened the door, making your way back to the office. As soon as you opened the door you were met by the woman you spoke on the phone with, giving her a smile as you introduced yourself again, as did she.

“they’re both in the conference room waiting, you can just go on in.”. Karen smiled at you, pointing to the room she mentioned.

“Thank you.”

Taking a shaky breath you walked towards it, extending a shaky hand to open the door. Inside the two Attorneys were sitting on opposite sides of the tables, laptops open but as soon as the door was open their attention was on you.

“Hi,” you smiled, hoping to hide your nervousness. “It's so nice to meet you, thank you so much for agreeing to do this.”

“Of course, we’d never pass up the opportunity to get free press.” Foggy spoke.

“oh,” your eyes widened and you panicked. “i’m not- i don’t work for a uh news outlet or anything i’m a student and this is uh for a final of mine.”

“Foggy knows, he just can’t get past the interview part and won’t focus on student.” Matt spoke up, holding back a smile.

“okay good,” you laughed nervously, calming down just a little bit. “this would’ve been really awkward otherwise.”

Sitting down at the table with Matt and Foggy across from you you pulled out the stuff you needed from your bag, pen, paper and your phone to record. just as you were about to hit record you paused, giving foggy a sheepish look before you spoke.

“before we start i do have a personal question of mine,” before you finished the room seemed to go tense, Foggy's face hardening just the tiniest bit. “Do your clients call you Foggy too or is it just a friend name?”

Matt burst out laughing as Foggy's face turned more friendly as he spoke. “Senor Foggy actually, no no I always say Franklins my “formal name” and I want my clients to feel safe and like they can come to us for anything so it’s easier if they have that connection. Plus I mean Franklin ? pfft not very fun.”

you chuckled softly. “i think it’s really sweet and that leads me to my first question actually,” pressing record on your phone, you flipped your notebook open to your list of questions. “You seem to be taking a very different approach to practicing law than other firms, why is that?”

“We prefer to be more personal with our clients, it helps them be more comfortable to come to us with their problems and feel like they’re not going to be dismissed like other firms might have done and we want to make a change in Hell’s Kitchen, for the better even if it’s small in the eyes of bigger companies.”

You hummed in response, staring into the red glasses that sat on Matt’s face. “Is that why you both left Landman and Zack, they don’t care about helping people as much as you wanted to?”

Over the glasses you could see Matt’s eyebrows raised, mouth slightly parted, Foggy's facial expression not much different.

“how-“ Foggy started.

“Off the record and without any bias I admire what you guys do,” you smiled shyly, shifting in your seat as you looked down at your hands. “you guys have made such an impact on the community in such a short time, even if you don’t realize it.”

Not giving them the time to say anything you continued. “And back on record you have the right to refuse any question you don’t feel like answering, you don’t even have to give me a reason just say you’d like to move onto the next question and it’ll be put behind us.”

“straight to the point I like it.” Matt laughed.

“right, and i’m assuming the Landman is Zack is a skipped question?” you smiled lightly.

they both nodded and you looked down to your list, marking off the second question as you went on to the third. “So why start your own firm, you could’ve done the same work with a lot less effort that comes with running your own business from joining another already established firm ?”

“Well we really try to defend the innocent, helping the guilty get off and roam free isn’t exactly helping Hell’s kitchen.” Foggy answered.

“What about you Mr. Murdock, why do you think it’s better that you’ve opened your own firm instead of joining an established one?”

“Please call me Matt,” he smiled in your direction. “and i think that in an establishment firm we could have been doing similar work but nowhere near what we’re doing here, especially when it comes to cases where clients can’t pay in the traditional sense.”

It didn’t pass your notice that Foggy looked between you and Matt for a moment, his eyes narrowed before they widened. “oh shoot you know what I totally forgot i have a uh a thing i need to get too.”

Matt’s Eyebrows scrunched together in suspicion and even you were a bit caught off guard by Foggy's statement.

“oh i’m sorry to have kept you from it then, we can reschedule the interview for another day since you have to leave.”

“no no Matt’s more than capable than answering on my behalf, he’s got the more philosophical answers anyways.”

You looked at Matt who had an unreadable expression on his face, something between a grimace and a laugh.

“oh okay, it was very nice meeting you Mr. Nelson.” you held out your hand to shake his hand as he started to walk towards the door.

“please, call me Foggy and the pleasure was all mine, hopefully i’ll see you around and good luck.”

As soon as Foggy was finished talking he was out the door and Matt let out a chuckle, his face slightly blushed as he held back a smile.

“okay then,” you laughed, turning off the recording on your phone. “if you’ll just give me one second i just need to look through my questions and see if they need any adjusting.”

“take your time.”

Now that Foggy had left you felt more nervous then you had coming in here, you weren’t ignorant to how attractive the man across from you was and without a buffer here it was harder to push aside and ignore when you had to speak directly to him instead of the two of them.

It was an awkward situation for you, after all this was supposed to be professional practice for you and here you were thinking about how hot the man you're is.

“That chain you keep fiddling with, can I ask what it is?” Matt spoke up, interrupting your spiral of thoughts

you immediately dropped your hand from it laughing nervously as you set your hand in the other in front of you. “ah sorry it’s uh a cross.”

Matt raised his eyebrows, holding back a smile “religious ?”

“no uh i have a weird out look on religion but uh i figure if i keep my bases covered and have a bunch of different religious symbols on me it helps my chances if i die with them on plus um it’s vintage, it may not have the exact religious meaning to me but it did to the person before me.”

Matt smiled lightly. “That's pretty beautiful.”

“ah it’s just something stupid i came up with as a kid,” you cleared your throat, “if it’s okay with you we can continue with the interview ?”

Matt nodded in response and you hit the record button on your phone again.

“So Nelson and Murdock take on cases for anyone who needs it, correct ? pro bono I've heard ? where do you get the funding, any donors or city officials helping your cause?”

“no no the only money we get is from our clients.”

you narrowed your eyes, leaning forward. “Yet most of your cases are pro bono, how do you manage to keep a business running while handling your own personal expenses.”

“just barely,” Matt laughed. “It's hard but we understand how important it is to help people and the sacrifices necessary to do that.”

“must be the catholicism huh?” Matt laughed and your face immediately heated up. “sorry that- that um was very unprofessional of me to say.”

“No need to apologize, I appreciate the catholic guilt understanding.”

After you get through the rest of your questions you start putting your. things back in your bag, stalling just a little bit. you weren’t sure for what or why exactly but the few more minutes you got to be in a room with Matt made it worth it, even if it was in silence.

“Well thank you so much for letting me do this, you were a great interview-e.”

“Of course, I'm glad I was able to help and I hope your paper goes well.”

“thank you i’m glad it’s written and not a verbal recording because my professor would definitely kill me for the way i spoke in here.”

“Hey, who says we need to keep it professional?”

Your face heated up again and you smiled, biting your lip to keep it from a full on grin. “right,” you nodded your head as you pulled out the last bit of bravery you had. “Maybe when it’s finished I can send you a copy ?”

“Are you asking for my number?” Matt grinned.

“depends on your response.”

“then i would say yes.”