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henlo.
theirnarrative maria.
she’s stolen a majority of the covers, cocooning them around her form as she still remains in bed. hazel hues blink open and meet the gaze of her husband causing lips to widen into a smile. “are you suggesting a three day weekend?” a delicate brow arches as a soft laugh escapes her lips. “alright, alright. just this once.” the kids hadn’t missed any of school so far, one day spent together as a family was well deserved. “you’re helping with whatever homework they miss.”
his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and he nods slowly, reaching back to adjust the pillow behind his head. with a barely there hum, heavily muscled shoulders shrug. no point arguing with the missus even if he wanted to. ❛ guess i can deal with that. s’only fair, right? ❜ weary eyelids flutter close for a moment and he inhales, breathing in the scent of their sheets, breathing in her.
❛ it’s gonna be a good day. ❜
cruciified.
❝ no. ❞ blasé tone & phlegmatic cerulean orbs remain stilled on him, offering an unreadable energy. slender dights rap at the countertop of the diner bar impatiently, flaxen eyebrows knitting together. ❝ i just don’t get the whole hipster vibe. you’re like what thirty? ❞ most would think she’s joking. she’s serious.
he squints at her. hard. ❛ hipster vibe. ❜ his head shakes from side to side and a dry wholly unamused laugh drifts past his lips. do only hipsters grow out their beards? ❛ hate to break it to you but that’s not what i was goin’ for. ❜ pausing for a moment, he turns away from her and scoffs before reaching for his fork.
❛ but i will take that compliment. ❜
We don’t get to pick the things that fix us, Red. Make us whole. Make us feel purpose. My moment of clarity? It came from the strangest of places.
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I got a family of my own! I don’t.
wrong place, wrong goddamn time. his teeth grind together, enamel worn down as his jaw shifts and he hunkers down to his knees. ❛ the closest exit. where is it? ❜ he hears oncoming footsteps, there’s no gunfire just yet, and he peers up from behind the desk only to drop back down to turn to her with more urgency.
he can’t place her face, not with the adrenaline flooding him and his trigger finger itching, but he knows he’s seen it somewhere she’s probably seen his too, he’s a little hard to miss.
❛ where, goddamnit. ❜ stray bullets and civilians never mixed. / @ailourosa*
You do something to me Something deep inside I’m hanging on the wire For a love I’ll never find
The 3rd Anniversary – Favorite: superpowers / skills / suits – Frank Castle
You know the one thing that you just can’t see? You know you’re one bad day away from being me.
he tries to be subtle in an attempt to steal a glance though he fails quite dramatically, the smile he wears reaching up and into a pair of starry eyes. his arms fold over his equally muscled chest as he glances out into the street at the steady traffic that’s started to roll by.
❛ how ‘bout we turn off the alarm clock and let ‘em play hooky? ❜ he pauses, head canted as he regards her with a cocked brow. ❛ c’mon, what’s one day? ❜ / @theirnarrative*
You hit like a bitch.
If you can figure out how to get paid to do something you love, that’s the dream.
❛ don’t ya’ got a cat that you need to get outta some tree or something? ❜ he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with his head cocked to the side. his lips peel back for a moment, teeth bared in a barely there smile before he inhales sharply, the pad of his thumb skimming the side of his freshly broken nose.
❛ whatever it is, you can wait. smalltalk isn’t on my evening’s itinerary. ❜ / @profanemouth*
he gets that look more than he’d like to admit. grunting, he brushes a hand against his beard before it falls lamely down to his side. perhaps facial hair only rivaled by the likes of a fictitious lumberjack had been a mistake when he’d made the decision to keep a low profile. ❛ what, something stuck in it? ❜ / @cruciified*