I Feel Like Elphaba's Magic And/or The Grimmerie Is The Whole Trend Of Having Superpowers But With A

mom and dad

and we did just save your life! so, you're welcome for that

Marc Spector, I need your help.

ive seen some fics about teaching marc how to cook/bake, but I feel like marc can already cook??? like he clearly had to be independent from a young age and that probably included having to make his won meals since his mum clearly wasn't going to and his dad looks exhausted </3

-m

YES YES YES YES

MY BOY IS THE NEXT GORDON RAMSAY OKAY.

you’re like dead on the money with the independence thing. cause there was no way in hell his mom was making him food, and his dad was probably always at work.

so one day when his mom is passed out in her room, and the time is nearing 7 o’clock, marc takes the money his dad left him for pizza, and instead goes to the convenience store. he’s either buying kraft dinner or cup of noodles/mr noodles (I don’t know which brand the us uses🤷🏼‍♀️), and yeah, he kinda burns it and it doesn’t taste great, but it’s something.

from then on though, he becomes determined. whenever him and his dad went grocery shopping (cause once again, his mom ain’t doing shit), marc was always slipping in ingredients for recipes he found in old cookbooks. he’d pocket pages of recipes, lists of different spices to use—anything he could get his hands on, he tried. his favourite things to make as a kid were chilli and spaghetti, but he’d also learn to make matzoh ball soup and challah. and because kid marc still loved his mom, he definitely made extra in case she was hungry (not that she ever did, but he always made a place for her at the table) :(

truly, I could on forever about this. but in short, marc spector is the most amazing cook you’ve ever met. and yes, he loves taking you out to dates at restaurants, but he’d much rather make dinner with you.

✨the-archxr thoughts✨

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY

his wife and nothing more

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: suggestive dialogue

word count: 1,200

summary: Matty wants a housewife and no one can convince me otherwise. fluffy.

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Matt had been spending long hours away from home. The difference this time was that he was spending time at the office, not on the street, which meant that he really couldn’t stay home. He didn’t always make his own hours as a lawyer. He had to make a three week trip to Boston for the case he was working on. Tonight he was back in Hell’s Kitchen and he promised you that he would be home by dinner. He knew how much you missed him, and he hated to leave his girl alone. He hated to be without his girl even more.

When he got into the building he could smell your cooking. You were making his favorite. He could hear the sounds of Aretha Franklin on his record player. A dopey smile spread across his face as he clicked the elevator button, feeling blissfully happy now that he was so close to you. He pulled open the door and began slipping off his shoes and placing his glasses on the shelf by the door.

“I’m home, baby,” Matt called as he put down his bag. When he turned around you were wrapping your arms around him and kissing him lovingly, your tongue sliding into his mouth. You pulled away only when your need for air demanded it, taking in a deep breath. Matt chuckled against your lips.

“I missed you,” you purred.

“I can tell,” Matt said with a smile.

“Never leave me for that long again,” you practically whined.

“Come with me next time,” Matt suggested. You let out a dry laugh.

“Miss three weeks of work and still have a job? You’re funny, Murdock,” you said as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of Matt’s neck. His hands slid around your waist so that they rested on your lower back, his fingertips just barely brushing the swell of your ass. The two of you began slowly swaying to the Aretha Franklin record you had playing.

Matt’s head was tilting a bit as he took in every detail of your presence. He could smell your shampoo still lingering from a shower you must’ve taken that morning. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usual, he assumed from the excitement of his arrival. Then he realized that you were wearing his Columbia sweatshirt. His heart ached as he thought about what it would be like to really see you in his clothes. He had almost lost track of the conversation, but his words came out before he could think better of it.

“Then quit,” Matt said as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. He surprised himself, but when he heard the thought out loud he knew that he meant it. “I can take care of you.” His heart stopped for a moment as he thought of what it would be like to have you as his wife and nothing more. Completely and totally taken care of, with nothing to worry about at all. You chuckled.

“We aren’t even married,” you pointed out.

“Not yet,” Matt said assuredly. You raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing across your lips.

“All you have to do is ask,” you said, your voice as sweet as syrup. Matt’s heart warmed. He raised a hand to your cheek, running his fingertips along your soft skin and pushing a few loose pieces of hair out of your eyes.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. You deserve a proper proposal,” he said. You smiled.

“I think you already know the answer anyway,” you said. The corner of Matt’s lips tipped upward and he gave you a quick peck.

“But we’ve got to do something about that job of yours…” Matt said. His tone sounded more serious than teasing and you couldn’t tell if he meant what he was saying.

“Are you serious, Matty? You want me to quit?” You asked.

“I want to take care of you,” Matt said. “And if you let me take care of you, we could be together a lot more.”

“You’re serious about this?” You questioned again, needing to be sure. Matt nodded.

“Business has been good lately. I’m making enough for both of us,” Matt said. You were considering his offer when you had a sudden thought.

“What about when we have kids?” You asked. Matt beamed excitedly.

“Are we having kids?” He asked. You blushed.

“I don’t—I mean—I just thought…” You stuttered. You took a pause. “Do you want to?” You asked. Matt gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes, sweetheart. I want to have kids with you,” Matt assured you. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “I want to give you a family.”

“Well, I’ll need a job for us to be able to take care of them,” you said.

“No, you don’t.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Matt, if you’re making so much money then why are we still living in this neon lit atrocity of an apartment?” You asked. Matt chuckled.

“I thought you liked it here,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I do, but there’s a reason the rent’s so cheap,” you replied.

“I have something worked out. You don’t have to worry that pretty little head, baby,” Matt said.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Matt paused for a moment, nervous about telling you what he’d done.

“I bought us a townhouse in Astoria,” Matt admitted.

“You bought a house?!” You exclaimed in question. Matt nodded.

“It’s got three bedrooms, we’ll have plenty of room for kids. There’s a fireplace in the living room and a basement that I was gonna renovate so you could have your own space,” he said. You looked at him in awe, taking a moment to process everything he was saying. Matt started getting nervous that you weren’t responding. “If you don’t like it—”

“Can we go see it?” You asked. Matt’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might be upset for making such a big move without asking you, but he had also wanted to surprise you. He was quite the fan of grand romantic gestures when it came to you. He’d never met anyone like you. He wanted to give you everything and he’d been working harder at his day job to make that dream a reality.

“Not today, the current family’s still living there,” he explained. “In two weeks.” You took a moment and realized just how much Matt loved you, how serious he was about you.

“You bought a house for us,” you said in amazement, your voice just barely a whisper. Matt smiled softly.

“For you, sweetheart. Everything I do is for you,” he whispered back. You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, running your fingers down his chest.

“I love you, Matty. So goddamn much,” you said.

“Language,” he chided. You chuckled. You reached up to rest your arms on his shoulders, linking your fingers together at the nape of his neck.

“Matthew Murdock,” you murmured to yourself. “My good catholic boy. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Matt said. You scoffed.

“Yeah, the one who bought the house is the lucky one,” you said. Matt chuckled.

“I was hoping to get lucky tonight too,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t want your dinner?” You asked.

“I think I can find something else to eat.”

Karen: I don’t know how I feel about Taylor Swifts new album

Foggy: is it because of..???

Karen: yes

*Matt in the background screaming*: “IT’S ME! HI! I’M THE PROBLEM, IT’S ME!! AT TEA TIME! EVERYBODY AGREES!!”

HE DESERVEE THIS AS HE SHOULD!!!

Charlie Cox turned down numerous job offers after Daredevil Season 3 because Netflix kept him and the crew in the dark about the cancellation. The writers' room was literally already at work crafting storylines for Season 4 and only then did they get informed about the show's cancellation. Charlie legitimately thought he will never get the chance to play the character he loved so much that he prioritized it over other role offers.

4 YEARS LATER...

Charlie is back in 5 projects as Daredevil, including his own show with an unprecedented 18 EPISODES. 18.

He deserves this so much 😭 my beloved

a (cursed) experiment

kidd is so red haired michael clifford coded (and vice versa) and i stand by this hill

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i came across this fanfic when browsing angst works on ao3... and i regret nothing. i know nothing about harry potter or dramione, but wow this fic just hit the right spot for me. enemies who find solace in each other 😭👌 im so weak for intense dark intimate fic