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Hi my loves!
As you’ve probably noticed for a while now I haven’t really been writing and / or engaging with you guys like answering asks etc. like I used to. Unfortunately I’ve been having a really bad bout of depression which has been coupled with some issues regarding the vitamin levels in my blood. This has unfortunately left me extremely fatigued and low in energy. I’ve barely had the energy to do daily tasks like brushing my teeth let alone getting down to writing fics. Every day has become a struggle tbh. And this has also come at a super inconvenient time as I’m moving house in about two weeks time, which will of course require a lot of energy.
That being said, every minute I’m sat on tumblr not providing you guys with new fics and content I feel so extremely guilty about it. So honestly I think I need to take a step back from here until I’m feeling in a better place both mentally and physically, and once I’ve moved house and things have settled down again.
I’ve now been prescribed supplements to help my blood vitamin levels and my antidepressant dosage has been upped so I am hoping I will be feeling better and more like myself in a few weeks time.
I’ve basically been on a bit of a hiatus for a while so now I’m just making it official. I’m not sure when I’ll be back but it likely won’t be before Monday 6th June. However, I am hoping once I’m back that I’ll be back with some writing to treat you guys with!
Thank you for your patience and your understanding. I hope to see you all soon <3
P.S. I’m so far behind on my asks (I have over 100 now) that I’m honestly just gonna delete them all and empty my ask box so that I can start fresh again upon my return. I’m so sorry to everyone who’s sent me one and not received a reply. Again, my brain just hasn’t been in a place to engage with people and it’s honestly unfair to you guys to give you half-assed replies <3
All my love,
Hope🐝
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As If You Are… God
Mini Drabble
Pairing: Matt Murdock x (gender neutral) Reader
Summary: you’re struggling to see the difference between Matt Murdock and Daredevil
Warnings: angst, mentions of injury / bodily harm kinda?
A/N: I am currently in the biggest writing slump of my life atm and it is killing me. Unfortunately I have just not had the energy or motivation to do almost anything in my day to day life, let alone writing. It’s due to some mental and physical issues I’m having at the moment, as well as some situational issues that I have going on atm too. This is also why I haven’t been very responsive to asks atm either. I’m sorry bc I really do want to provide new content for you guys, there are so many things I want to write, characters I want to write for, ideas I’ve had sat and planned for ages, but sadly my energy level and focus / motivation just isn’t there. I really hope things will get better soon so that I can get back into writing! Anyways... here’s a lil something to tide you by in the meantime! This was written literally months ago but I forgot about it in my drafts so I thought I’d finally post it for you guys. I hope you like it! Thank you for your patience and for sticking around here, I really do love and appreciate you all🥺🙈🖤
“I want you to know why I’m doing this” Matt smirks wickedly.
He moves his mouth closer to the guy’s ear; “I’m doing this because I enjoy it” he barks the devil’s laughter as he suddenly shoves the guy over the balcony edge.
The fall was quick, sudden. The thud of his body hitting the ground sounded before you could even fully register what had happened.
You were only a few stories up. You and Matt both knew the fall wouldn’t kill the guy but would certainly demolish a fair portion of his body, leave him in the ICU for a good couple of weeks.
You feel your breathing a quicken, something like fear spreading across your chest, tightening your lungs.
“What the fuck Matt?” You breathe.
He cocks his head towards you, only now does his grin falter.
“What?” Matt shrugs.
You just stare at him wide-eyed, your panicked breathing the only sound above the noise of the city.
“What?” He asks again. “We both knew that fall wouldn’t kill him” he says a little too nonchalantly for your liking.
You shake your head. “It’s not about that” you whisper. “Well, it is. But... what... what you said to him... b-before you pushed him...?” Your voice is trembling and you know Matt can feel the tension in your tone, in your body.
Matt huffs air out his nose, almost like he’s annoyed somehow.
“What?” He asks again, being deliberately ignorant.
Now you feel yourself start to get annoyed.
“About hurting them... that you enjoy it?” Your voice almost cracks on the word ‘enjoy’.
Matt sighs again, moving to take a step toward you but you step back, staying out of his reach. He stops and cracks his neck in frustration.
“You know I didn’t mean that. It’s just something I said to make him feel scared."
You shake your head again. “No, I don’t think so. I think you did mean it. I think you do like hurting these people, bringing them to the brink of death but without actually killing them. You keep them in this place of purgatory. A place filled with nothing but pain. A place that sits between life and death. And I think you like having that power. I think it makes you feel closer to god. Almost as if you are... God.”
He tries to half-heartedly laugh off your statement, again stepping towards you. He grabs your arm, not roughly but not exactly gently either.
“Y/n, please” he starts but you cut him off, yanking your arm away from him.
He sighs before he continues, his hands finding their way to his hips as they often did when he was frustrated.
“I only said that to scare him. Intimidate him” is all he says.
“But you didn’t need to!” You almost yell. “He’d already told you everything, you could’ve just let him go! There was no need to taunt him and there was no need to throw him over the edge!"
“Look, I know these kinds of men. They get beat up on a near daily basis in the business they’re in. Us giving them a beating isn’t enough of a deterrent. Trust me, I've been doing this a lot longer than you have, sweetheart."
“Don’t patronise me. And don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me.”
He huffs in frustration again before he starts to speak again.
“Look, I-"
“No Matt. I don’t want to hear it” you sniff as you start to feel tears creeping into your eyes, a sob threatening to escape your chest. “I don’t know who you are anymore. You’re taking this too far. You’re getting lost in that mask” your voice is nothing more than a whisper as this point.
He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, his hands flexing where they still rested on his hips.
“I thought I could have it all. I thought I could date Matt, the lawyer, and then go out being a vigilante alongside Daredevil. But now...” you sigh sadly, your throat tightening. “But I don’t think I can do this anymore."
“I told you this was gonna be hard. If you wanna stop coming out at night with me that’s okay, you know? I’d prefer to have you safe at home anyway"
He was missing the point. Deliberately.
“That’s not what I mean, Matt, and I think you know that. I can’t tell where Matt ends and Daredevil begins” you whisper.
Matt’s head droops slightly as he takes in your words. He steps forward again, desperately reaching out for you. His hands wrap around your upper arms in a grip that almost hurt.
Your name falls like a plea from his lips. “Please...” he starts, his own voice starting to crack.
You can see his lips begin to tremble as both of you take in what you were getting at. You swallow the sob lodged in your throat.
“I meant ‘us’. I don’t know if I can do ‘us’ anymore” your voice is barley audible to your own ears.
But it didn’t matter; you knew Matt would’ve heard you. Loud and clear.
“I’m sorry...” is all you can muster as you push his hands off you.
You can feel the piece of you heart that remains here, remains with Matt, as you turn around and leave him behind. For good.
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come watch eurovision we got:
space furries with a grandma kink
pussy eating vegans
gay cowboy stripper on a mechanical bull
yoga class
stairs
personal parabolic antennas for great wifi
folklore and rock ‘n roll
magical portals
steampunk circus
hand washing cult
and last but not least, the jury
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