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trinity santos + textposts

a constant struggle :(

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

OMG TYSM FOR THE FIC!! loved it and yes yes I mean a one shot! Should have made that more clear lol

THANK YOU SO MUCH <33

and you’re fine!! :))

not to be a slut or anything but i want to be passed around by these two. either taking turns or both at the same time, whatever they want honestly.

im in love with mike faist

I love LGBT representation in books but I love it more when it’s treated like it’s completely normal. I don’t want any huge coming out scenes or extra emphasis a character being trans. I just want queer people to fight dragons and not have to provide exposition on their existence.

“dr santos is such a bitch but she gets better” skill issue i was her number #1 fan since episode 1. sorry you can only appreciate nuance if the character is male

my heart, this is so cute 🥲

Knight in Red Leather

Summary: You and Matt have been through a lot during your two years of marriage yet Matt continues to show how perfect he is for you.

Warnings: absolute fluff with maybe a dash of angst through an over bearing mother

Reader: Pregnant Female Reader

Pairings: Female Reader x Matt Murdock

A/n: Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Where do you come up with these combinations?” You mutter to your protruding stomach. You wobbled into the kitchen near midnight with your hair messier than a rats nest and your night shirt hanging off your shoulder. You winced when you turned on the kitchen light before waddling toward the cabinets. When you opened it you vaguely remember Foggy going on and on about how you and Matt had the most random food options imaginable. You just pointed to your stomach and grumpily told him it was your daughters fault.

You daughter wasn’t even born yet and she was already a handful. This pregnancy was far from easy. She was constantly restless, constantly hungry and you were always uncomfortable. Your pregnancy honeymoon period had come and gone faster than a blink of an eye. Now you wanted the baby currently bouncing on your bladder to pop out so you can have your body back to yourself. You couldn’t remember how many times you snapped at Matt telling him he wasn’t ever getting lucky again and that he should just get his balls snipped cause they were useless at this point.

Now that you think about it you’ve snapped at Matt quite often and a sliver of guilt hit you but it passed when you remembered how hungry you were. Savaging the kitchen for the perfect food combination you began to put together something that should be illegal but to you it was mouthwatering.

You took your food and lowered yourself in the kitchen chair. You propped you annoyingly swollen feet up and slouched in your seat. Your head lulled back and your eyes searched for the clock. It was closer to one in the morning by now and you wondered how time had flown by so quickly. You weren’t expecting Matt back for another couple of hours. You missed him but you knew he had a city to take care of.

You know what they say - Think of the Devil -

You grin sleepily when you hear the window slide open and your husband slips in. He closes it behind him before promptly locking it. He takes off his mask and wanders over to the kitchen. He breathes in deeply before chuckling at your choice of food. His fingers brush along the seat your feet are on. You watch him bend down, wrap his hands around your legs, lift them and rest them on his lap.

“Quiet night?” You ask softly, moaning when his hands work their magic on your feet.

“For the most part,” He nods, his eyes wondering aimlessly but in your general direction. You loved his eyes. They were always searching for you and you always got lost in them. “Baby keeping you up again?”

“I guess we just both missed you,” You whisper, feeling your daughter settle at the sound of his voice. You didn’t blame her, Matt had one of the most soothing voices in the world.

“Are you done with your snack?” He asks. You hum tiredly, looking at him through half open eyes. “Alright then, time for bed, sweetheart,” He stands up and lifts you in his arms.

“Look at you, my strong man,” You moan, curling into his arms. Your head snuggles into his neck. You grin when you feel his chest puff proudly. You kiss his neck while he carries you to your bedroom. “My mom called after you left,” You whispered. You almost laugh when his chest deflates.

“Let me guess, she’s coming over tomorrow,” He grumbles.

“Is foresight one of your abilities, Mr. Murdock?” You ask. He huffs out a laugh and lowers you onto the bed gently. “She won’t stay long,” You promise. Your eyes stay attached to him as he undresses out of his Daredevil outfit. “She’ll come for lunch, we’ll have a conversation that will eventually turn to rude comments, I’ll lose my pregnant brain and snap. She’ll get all offended and we’ll be free from her for a few weeks,”

“Or we could just tell her that she can’t come over,” Matt suggests.

“As if that’ll stop her,” You laugh. “Maybe we should just move and hide,” You suggest.

“She’d sniff us out,” Matt shakes his head. You laugh again before quietly agreeing.

Your mother was far from the easiest person to handle. She was a pressurer and nobody was ever good enough for her, especially not Matt. She knew he had a dark side and that he was hiding something. She just couldn’t understand that he was only hiding things from her and not you. She was also shallow enough to hate the fact that he was blind, though she’d never admit it. She wanted you with someone who could take care of you, not who you had to take care of. She just didn’t understand.

“We have to set some boundaries before the baby is born,” He says, laying beside you.

“I know,” You whisper, cuddling into him. His arm wraps around your stomach protectively. He kisses your head then down along your neck to your shoulder before snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” He whispers, holding your close. You mutter back to him but the words are incoherent as you fall asleep. He laughs softly, kisses you again before falling asleep.

You’re both rudely awakened by bounding on the door. Matt startles awake and goes to spring into action when he realizes it’s just your mother. He groans falling back onto the bed.

“If we’re really quiet she’ll go away,” You whisper, hiding under the covers. You both know that’s a lie.

“I love you,” Matt says. “But I can’t handle this anymore,” He groans climbing out of the bed.

“Matt?” You ask, popping your head out from under the comforter.

“Just stay in bed sweetheart,” He says pausing by the door. His head turns over to you. “I’ll handle this,”

“My knight in red leather,” You whisper. He smirks before turning towards the door. You listened to his feet padding along the floor towards the door.

“Oh, hi Matt,” You hear your mother say. Unwilling to just stay in bed you roll, quite literally, out of bed. You quietly move through the apartment and look towards the door. You couldn’t help but grin when Matt subtly shifted to hide you from your mothers eyes.

“Today’s not a good day to visit,” Matt told her. “In fact, we’re gonna have to wait a few weeks before another visit. The birth is getting closer and Y/n’s more tired as of late,”

“Which is exactly why she needs me,” Your mother states. “She needs someone to take care of her,”

Your teeth tug on your lip as Matt subtly tenses. She never failed to piss him off, especially when she hints at the fact that he can’t care for you. You shake your head at her naivety. Matt did so much for you that you hardly had to lift a finger to do anything. You usually had to tell him to look after himself after all the time he spends looking after you and the city.

“I’m here,” Matt says in a finality voice. “I’ve been her husband for the last two years and I’ve looked after her since college. I have always had her best interests in mind and she’s in good hands. Why don’t you go back to the tanning salon? You’re looking a little pale,” Matt closes the door in her face and you release a string of giggles.

“Is she as offended as I think she is?” You ask him quietly as if she could possibly hear your voice through the door. Matt turns his head slightly and smirks.

“She’s just called me a blind fool for the third time and she hasn’t even reached the second flight of steps,” Matt says and you giggle again.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Mr. Murdock?” You ask, waddling over to him.

“Not this morning,” Matt teases, encircling his arms around your waist.

“I,” You whisper kissing his chin. “Love,” You kiss his nose. “You,” You kiss his lips. “You perfect, perfect man,” You mumble. He gives you that cocky grin of his and he kisses you once again but even deeper. “You deserve a cooked breakfast,” You peck his lips before slithering out of his grip. He whines and follows you into the kitchen. You grab a pot to cook with only to feel you ass being smacked. “Matthew!” You jump and he smirks hugging you from behind.

“I do want breakfast,” He mutters, kissing you shoulder.

“You better keep those hands to yourself, mister,” You warn him. “You’re the reason we’re in this mess,”

“Me?” He chuckles. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one that jumped me,” He mutters in your ear.

“Oh really?” You ask and he hums. “Nevertheless, keep those hands to yourself,”

“Really? You want me to let go?” He asks. You open your mouth to answer when suddenly his hands lock under your eight month pregnant stomach and then leans back. You moan like a whore when he takes the weight of the baby. Instant relief fills you as presser is taken off your feet and back. You don’t hesitate to lean against Matt. He shuffles slightly to take as much of your weight as he can. “Want me to let go?”

“Don’t you fucking move,” You grumble, laying your head on his shoulder. He lays his head against yours. “You’re the perfect man, Matt Murdock,” You whisper. He chuckles.

“I do try, sweetheart,” He whispers in your ear. He kisses your cheek and continues to hold you as long as you’ll let him.

6 Tips on Writing An Actually Inclusive Reader Insert:

1. Do a ctrl + f search of the colors red and pink. If these colors are being used to describe the reader in any way, delete it.

2. Instead of "blushing", use "goosebumps", "shivers", "avoiding eye contact", etc. It still conveys the same thing, and you can get more creative than just using "blushing" 10,000 times.

3. Don't mention being pale or becoming pale (like, seriously, this is just a given). If you want to talk about the reader looking sick or dying, use "ghastly" or "sunken eyes", etc. Again, this is a great opportunity to be more creative in your language as well as inclusive

4. For body-inclusivity, don't talk about the reader sharing clothes with someone. I personally would not fit into anything that Nancy Wheeler owns, so yeah, let's just not do this

5. Don't mention hair. A lot of us can't just wash our hair and move on with our day. Don't get me started on "running their fingers across their hair". Just refrain from descriptions of styling, washing, and touching the reader's hair.

6. Don't put pictures of pretty, white girls for "aesthetics". It honestly just deters readers, and it's just not inclusive in the slightest

That's it, that's basically all you need to do to be inclusive. I'll admit, as a lighter skin POC writer, some of these did slip my mind when I used to write, but what's important is actually listening to readers and encouraging inclusivity in your writing.

If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to put your own.