yandere matthew murdock x reader
you and matt talk about his relationship with elektra!
tw abuse (physical and emotional), gaslighting, implied kidnapping, just shitty bf things
“do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.” matt slams you against the window of his apartment. you choke back a sob. you don’t even remember what started the argument, maybe something about elektra, but none of it matters anymore. you just want to go.
“i-i’m sorry.” you choke out, trying to stop yourself from breaking down.
“i get enough shit from foggy and karen about her. i don’t want to hear it from my own girlfriend.” matt sighs, letting go of you. you slide down and sit. “sweetheart,” he crouches down and cups your face, you try to move, but he holds you in place.
“m-matt, i’m sorry, okay? just g-give me a minute.” you hiccup. you try to remember what you had said to him, what set him off?
“you and elektra are just friends, right? nothing more?”
right. his ex. it's always about his ex. you had just asked about elektra. you knew their history, karen had told you about their on-and-off relationship. you knew you shouldn't have asked. you knew that matt would get mad, but your insecurities had gotten the best of you.
"god, (y/n), this? again?" you watch matt as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, rolling his eyes.
"yes, matt, that. again." you huff and pause the show you were watching. matt takes a seat on the couch and ignores you.
"i don't know why you're so obsessed with my relationship with elektra. i already told you that we're just friends." matt grabs your hand to pull you close to him, you wretch your hand out of his grasp.
matt grits his teeth and puts his feet up. "i know you're just friends, matt. i just want to make sure. karen told me-" matt scoffs.
"you believe karen over your boyfriend?" matt lets out a humorless chuckle.
"god, matt, karen told me about your history because you wouldn't tell me! you'd change the subject or just wave me off. so, i'm sorry if i pissed you off." you get up and matt follows suit. matt grabs your hand.
"no, no. you're not making me the bad guy in this." you try to pull your hand back, but matt's grip was tight.
"the bad guy? the bad guy? god, matt, all i wanted was for you to be honest about what your relationship with elektra was! you're always preaching about honesty to me and it's not fair that it doesn't go both ways!" you rub your temples, exhausted.
matt lets go of your hand, "fine. you want honesty, (y/n)? yeah, i fucked elektra, every single time i saw her. she was my everything. so, i kept going back to her, until you. elektra was dangerous, she was spontaneous, she was unstable. so, i choose the safe option. i choose you. does that make you happy? to hear all of this?" you feel your heart break.
"the...the safe option? i'm just your safe option?" your chest feels like it's being ripped open at matt's cruel confession. "do you... do you even like me, matt?" tears drip down your face and you turn to walk into the kitchen. "god, fuck you, matt. you always do this shit." matt grabs your arm.
"you do NOT get to walk away from me after this bullshit."
"oh! i thought i was just the safe option! i thought i was just a placeholder for elektra!" you push matt away, but matt pulls you back.
"do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME."
"sweetheart?" matt whispers, watching you carefully. you look up to see him staring at you, concerned. "are you alright?"
"m-my back hurts." your back throbbed from the impact against the window. matt helps you up and sits you on the couch.
matt rubs your back as you sniffle, "sweetheart, none of this would've happened if you had just calmed down and talked to me." you let out a breath. matt stops rubbing your back and places his hand on your shoulder. you shrug it off. "(y/n)?"
you get up, "i don't think... i don't think this is working out." you lick your lips. "i think we should break up." he tilts his head up at you.
"what?" matt gets up. he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "don't be stupid, (y/n). this was just a stupid fight. we'll get through it."
"that's just it, matt. it's not just the fight. it's the fact that i will never measure up to elektra to you. it's the fact that you never even considered to be honest to me about how you still have fucking feelings for her!" you laugh, feeling stupid. your back aches and you just want to fucking leave.
"i don't like her like that, (y/n). you're acting insane. just calm down, get a drink of water." matt goes into the kitchen, you turn away.
"i'm packing my stuff and i'm leaving, matt. i just can't do this anymore." you walk towards the bedroom and hear matt sigh. for the first time since you both started dating, you feel relieved. like this weight you had been carrying had been lifted of your shoulders. you start packing your things into the overnight bag you had brought when you first stayed over.
"i feel bad for the next poor soul that dates him." you mumble.
"don't feel bad, sweetheart." you look up and matt stands at the door with a glass of water and his baton. "cause, you're not going anywhere."
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percy is the dad who can’t remember any of his kids’ friends names
percabeth daughter: hey dad, can kate come over later?
percy: who’s that?
percabeth daughter: what do you me- dad she came over for dinner last week. the one who rides with us all the time to dance class? the one with dark hair and glasses who comes over all the time?
percy: …not ringing a bell
annabeth: *rolling her eyes in background*
percabeth daughter: dad you watched a basketball game with her dad last month? he’s the one who brought the steaks he grilled
percy: oh yeah! steak guy! he was great. you know, i think he has a daughter your age
percabeth daughter: *looks to annabeth*
annabeth: in my defense, your father is very handsome
percy: *confidently smiles*
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