but you are leaving me

I'm Daredevil

My take on the conversation that followed between Matt and Karen after those two life-changing words were spoken.

(Aka, Defenders may have carved us up, but fan fiction can always give us hope. 😉)


Matt never regretted telling her about Daredevil. As soon as the words had left his lips it was like a weight had been lifted from his chest, one he was glad to be rid of.

He stayed quiet after his confession, listening to the quickening of her heartbeat and shortening of her breath.

He had had to explain to her about his ‘sight’ and his fighting abilities, and could only hope she didn’t freak out at the absurdity of it all.

When he was done, all out of words to give, she simply said, “I believe you.” And it was the best three words he had ever heard.

He told her he was done with the work. He was hanging up the mask. He omitted the part about Elektra dying in his arms, he knew Karen would be happy he was quitting whether he explained himself or not.

She seemed almost surprised when he had first told her. Her eyes brushed across the colored splotches of bruising skin that dotted his face, and the skin of his lips that had cracked down the middle, and a horrible thought took her. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine.” He shuffled at the door, holding the mask in his hands tighter than he probably should have. “Just feel like I should be focusing on my friends and career choices from now on.”

He could feel Karen’s eyebrows shift together, and she let out a long sigh. “No particular reason you’ve suddenly changed your mind?”

Her voice lilted at the end, the way it did when he had hurt her, when she knew he was lying and she was going to let him. “…No, not really.”

He wasn’t going to tell her about Elektra, she wouldn’t want to hear anything about the woman he had almost cheated on her with.

Karen had… tears on her cheeks? He could taste the saltiness from where he stood, and his heart clenched as the strange flavor painted his tongue.

“Well, thank you for telling me Matt. I’m glad you’ve decided to start telling me the truth.” She whispered softly as she wiped at her face.

His arms ached to go around her and comfort her, hold her against him as she cried just as she had for him all those months ago.

But things were so much more complicated now, and he knew his touch would not be welcome.

As he took a step back his head hung lowly, undeserving of being in her presence a second longer. He really needed a shower and a beer anyways.

“Matt, wait.” She called out to him softly, his hand freezing around the door knob. His muscles tensed as she spoke, slowly turning back around to face her.

Her footsteps were slow, deliberate as if he would pounce at her at any moment. She stopped in front of him staring at his face.

Her hands snaked up the sides of his face, fingers wrapping around the temples of his glasses as she slipped them off his face.

Immediately he felt the need to cover up, she couldn’t see what was underneath, if she did he knew she would only find it ugly and unworthy.

He closed his eyes tightly, wishing he couldn’t feel every breath she inhaled as if it were his own, as if her heart was not the one beating inside his chest. Sometimes he swore Karen could read him better than he could read her even without superpowers.

“Matt.” She whispered soothingly, placing her fingers on the side of his face, gently tracing each patch of swollen skin. “Matt, can you look at me?”

Some unknown part of him willed his anxieties away, his dark eyes open and unshielded for Karen Page to read and interpret. She could ask him anything now and know the answer without question.

“Are you okay?” She said, breath catching in her throat as she watched the waves of emotions crashing within his eyes like the dark storm they were.

He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. So many things he wanted to say, to send her worries about him away, even a nod would suffice, but as he felt her stare on him he couldn’t form the lie.

“No. No I’m not.” He admitted brokenly, shaking as each emotion began to pour out of him, as if he was a bottle and her question had punched a hole in his shabbily made walls. “What…what about you?”

“I’m not so okay either.” She managed to say through a clenched throat, struggling to suppress the tears he knew about before even she did.

She fell into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as her tears dampened his shirt. The Daredevil’s mask lay dropped and forgotten at their feet as Matt responded in turn, a deep guttural sob wracking his chest as he thought about all they had been through and all they had lost across this harrowing journey of theirs.

“I don’t know what our future is gonna hold, but I want you to know, that I will always be glad to call you my friend.” Karen cried against his neck, happy that, even if it was for this one moment, Matt Murdock was being honest with her.

The tears dried and his glasses returned to their rightful place, walls back up. Things were already starting to twist between them, complicated emotions swirling in their stomachs.

She bent down, picking up his mask with a certain care he did not expect. He could feel her fingers caress the material, stopping at his eyes as she stared into the red lenses.

“Oh, sorry. Here you go.” She said with a shake of her head, as if awakening from a daze. Her fingers brushed against his, sending warm waves down his spine, his hand clenching the face of Daredevil once more.

It was odd, but something about the situation brought a smile to his face. A small one no doubt, but still present on his features.

“Goodnight, Ms. Page.” Matt said softly, taking a step back.

“Night, Mr. Murdock.” Karen smiled in return, her hands locking together.

Things were complicated, he had no doubts about that. But, there was something in his heart that gave him hope.

Hope that he and Karen could make it past their own insecurities to find each others arms once more, and he knew they would follow after that day one step at a time, together.

anonymous asked:

so i know this wouldn't happen in this universe but imagine the last scenes of teen wolf were of liam and mason kissing and then cutting to scott and stiles kissing in his jeep.

i think i would blink 50 times, slap myself a couple more than that, and melodramatically die of happiness. life fulfilled.

it does give you pause though when a 100 or so people have read a story and only a small handful leave kudos. 

Yeah, if the a/nti posts could stay out of the Sha//ura tag as opposed to all the wonderful Sha//ura content, that’d be GREAT. I don’t care what you don’t ship, put a slash through that shit, so we don’t have to see that in the tag. Keep it on your page.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

anonymous asked:

do you consider yourself to be wiccan?? or a witch?

good question. from what i know (pls don’t let me offend anyone here) being wiccan means you essentially practice it as more of a religion, with it being more methodical and repetitive and such, whereas being a “witch” is more sporadic and self-governed. so by my very unknowing definitions of both i’d consider myself as a witch rather than wiccan because i don’t practice in a religious way.

you know what i love? when i try to get pose player to work but it just won’t. i love it when that happens. it doesn’t drive me up the wall. no, not at all