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there should be a line in seasons of love about the number of times you've pulled your friend out of dumpsters
It's me I'm the friend
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\ooc\ @intp-with-some-friends
so my boyfriend’s a total idiot but on the bright side have a new game. tag which person in your OTP would do this. this is a big Matt Murdock move fkajsdfh.
Oh, mood
((Forgive me for my inactivity, I low-key just. Completely forgot about this blog lmfao))
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Sometimes I think I’m funny
tarantula-veins-deactivated2023
ur not wrong
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angel AU ~open rp starter
-ooc: akjsdfh basically Bea is a guardian angel. have fun with this one @totally-not-daredevil
@ben-hargreeves-official @comic-five-hargreeves-official @benjamin-murdock-official @comic-allisonhargreeves-official @funkylittleseance @highklaushargreeves @nessestthebestest @jayde-carson-official @ace-katz-official @hope-katz-official @the-official-white-violin @the-incredible-boston-macarthur @bella-hargreeves-official @the-beautiful-monroe @straitjacket-memories (as per usual side blogs welcome to interact and anyone i didn’t tag is welcome as well)
Bea sat perched atop the fridge, watching […] make coffee from across the kitchen. Being a guardian angel sure was tiring. Not just in the fact that you literally had to watch the every move of some high risk human being, foresee and protect them from every moment of danger they might come in contact with, AND be bonded to them for life; but everything around them moved in slow motion too (not because they were an angel and had lived for millennia through time and immortality makes time seem worthless) but… quite literally. Bea slipped their glasses off and the world returned to normal if only for a minute (or a second- who was to say which is which). The lens through which they saw the world was a cautious measure designed to slow the world down to every last slow tick of a second, in order to be better able to catch the danger supposedly. Bea sighed tiredly and put the glasses back on, the world around them turning to syrup again.
“Oh sh-!” […]’s voice rang out, catching Bea’s attention quick enough. They tugged swiftly on […]’s arm, pulling them away from the malfunctioning coffee machine before the hot water burned them entirely.
"What the fuck?!"
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Never have I wanted to fucking kill a child as much as I do right now.
Sweet baby Jesus not you hun I swear
You better not hurt him Bella
I might be blind but I can still kick your ass
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
“The ankle or the… other thing?”
“Both? I assume they’re connected.” Bea helped him onto the couch carefully. “Where’s Ben, is he alright?”
“Ben is fine. He’s in his crib…. Bea, I… I think I lost my heightened senses. I… I’m really blind now…”
Bea held his hand gently, pulse speeding up as they nerves became apparent. “Are you sure? Darling-” Bea placed a gentle hand on his forehead.
“I’m sure, Bea. Everything sounds… muted, somehow. And the smells, the taste of the air… it’s all so faint. God, do you… do you really live like this? I’m so sorry…”
“How…” Bea gripped his hand in reassurance. “We’re going to figure it out. Just- don’t do anything stupid until we do.”
He blinked back tears. “…I’m scared, Bea.”
“I- I know… me too.” They squeezed his hand. “Just focus on my voice right now okay? I promise you we’re going to solve this.”
“I… I can’t do this, Bea…”
“It’s gonna be okay Matt..” Bea wrapped their arms around him in comfort. “I’m gonna help you figure it out.”
He broke down sobbing.
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
“The ankle or the… other thing?”
“Both? I assume they’re connected.” Bea helped him onto the couch carefully. “Where’s Ben, is he alright?”
“Ben is fine. He’s in his crib…. Bea, I… I think I lost my heightened senses. I… I’m really blind now…”
Bea held his hand gently, pulse speeding up as they nerves became apparent. “Are you sure? Darling-” Bea placed a gentle hand on his forehead.
“I’m sure, Bea. Everything sounds… muted, somehow. And the smells, the taste of the air… it’s all so faint. God, do you… do you really live like this? I’m so sorry…”
“How…” Bea gripped his hand in reassurance. “We’re going to figure it out. Just- don’t do anything stupid until we do.”
He blinked back tears. “…I’m scared, Bea.”
“I- I know… me too.” They squeezed his hand. “Just focus on my voice right now okay? I promise you we’re going to solve this.”
"I... I can't do this, Bea..."
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
“The ankle or the… other thing?”
“Both? I assume they’re connected.” Bea helped him onto the couch carefully. “Where’s Ben, is he alright?”
“Ben is fine. He’s in his crib…. Bea, I… I think I lost my heightened senses. I… I’m really blind now…”
Bea held his hand gently, pulse speeding up as they nerves became apparent. “Are you sure? Darling-” Bea placed a gentle hand on his forehead.
“I’m sure, Bea. Everything sounds… muted, somehow. And the smells, the taste of the air… it’s all so faint. God, do you… do you really live like this? I’m so sorry…”
“How…” Bea gripped his hand in reassurance. “We’re going to figure it out. Just- don’t do anything stupid until we do.”
He blinked back tears. "...I'm scared, Bea."
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
“The ankle or the… other thing?”
“Both? I assume they’re connected.” Bea helped him onto the couch carefully. “Where’s Ben, is he alright?”
“Ben is fine. He’s in his crib…. Bea, I… I think I lost my heightened senses. I… I’m really blind now…”
Bea held his hand gently, pulse speeding up as they nerves became apparent. “Are you sure? Darling-” Bea placed a gentle hand on his forehead.
"I'm sure, Bea. Everything sounds... muted, somehow. And the smells, the taste of the air... it's all so faint. God, do you... do you really live like this? I'm so sorry..."
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
“The ankle or the… other thing?”
“Both? I assume they’re connected.” Bea helped him onto the couch carefully. “Where’s Ben, is he alright?”
"Ben is fine. He's in his crib.... Bea, I... I think I lost my heightened senses. I... I'm really blind now..."
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
“I think I sprained my ankle… also, I’m finding myself feeling… a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix.”
“Oh my god o-okay just hold on.” Bea attempted to support his weight as they made their way to the living room couch. “How did you- when did you- what happened?”
"The ankle or the... other thing?"
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
“Bea?” He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. “Fuck. Fucking hurts…” he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
Bea looked up from their book, suddenly concerned with the energy of the house. “Matt? Are you alright?” They called out. Their heart began to hammer in their chest as they shut the book, standing quickly to find their husband.
"I think I sprained my ankle... also, I'm finding myself feeling... a bit more blind than usual, which is concerning, but right now my main concern is my ankle, because it is both more painful and easier to fix."
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Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben’s small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
“Da.” Ben murmured, trying to get Matt’s attention. “Da!” He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. “Hi there, Ben,” he said softly to him.
“Da!” He giggled and squirmed happily in his father’s arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben’s head.
Ben clapped his hands. “Da!”
“What is it, sweetie?” He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt’s cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father’s shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. “I love you so much, you know that?”
“Dada…” He started chewing on Matt’s shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
“It’s okay, Ben. I’m here.”
He looked up at Matt. “Da…”
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father’s hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
“Da…” He giggled.
He smiled. “My wonderful baby boy…”
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being… drained, or something.
“Dada?” He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
Ben wailed, making grabby hands at him.
Bea was downstairs, reading in the living room.
"Bea?" He called out hoarsely. He made his way down the stairs, feeling strangely disoriented. He was careful.. but not careful enough. He stumbled, and was able to catch himself, but not without doing some serious damage to his ankle. "Fuck. Fucking hurts..." he muttered to himself. Probably sprained, he thought.
totally-not-daredevil reblogged
Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben's small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
"Da." Ben murmured, trying to get Matt's attention. "Da!" He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. "Hi there, Ben," he said softly to him.
"Da!" He giggled and squirmed happily in his father's arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben's head.
Ben clapped his hands. "Da!"
"What is it, sweetie?" He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt's cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father's shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. "I love you so much, you know that?"
"Dada..." He started chewing on Matt's shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
"It's okay, Ben. I'm here."
He looked up at Matt. "Da..."
"What's wrong, Benny?"
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father's hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
"Da..." He giggled.
He smiled. "My wonderful baby boy..."
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being... drained, or something.
"Dada?" He looked up at him.
It was starting to become very disconcerting. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He set Ben back down in his crib. He had to find Bea.
totally-not-daredevil reblogged
Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben's small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
"Da." Ben murmured, trying to get Matt's attention. "Da!" He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. "Hi there, Ben," he said softly to him.
"Da!" He giggled and squirmed happily in his father's arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben's head.
Ben clapped his hands. "Da!"
"What is it, sweetie?" He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt's cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father's shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. "I love you so much, you know that?"
"Dada..." He started chewing on Matt's shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
"It's okay, Ben. I'm here."
He looked up at Matt. "Da..."
"What's wrong, Benny?"
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father's hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
"Da..." He giggled.
He smiled. "My wonderful baby boy..."
Ben cooed softly, grabbing his finger.
He smiled, ignoring the strange feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being... drained, or something.
totally-not-daredevil reblogged
Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben's small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
"Da." Ben murmured, trying to get Matt's attention. "Da!" He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. "Hi there, Ben," he said softly to him.
"Da!" He giggled and squirmed happily in his father's arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben's head.
Ben clapped his hands. "Da!"
"What is it, sweetie?" He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt's cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father's shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. "I love you so much, you know that?"
"Dada..." He started chewing on Matt's shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
"It's okay, Ben. I'm here."
He looked up at Matt. "Da..."
"What's wrong, Benny?"
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father's hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.
"Da..." He giggled.
He smiled. "My wonderful baby boy..."
totally-not-daredevil reblogged
Closed rp
Ben was very busy babbling mindlessly in his crib, staring at the ceiling and giggling at the quite apparently plain white wall above his bed. The door opened and he turned his attention towards it to see his Dad walk through. He smiled wider, toothless grin greeting the blind man.
Ben's small arms reached out towards him, hands making grabby motions to signal that he wanted to be picked up.
"Da." Ben murmured, trying to get Matt's attention. "Da!" He said again, this time with more insistence.
He smiled, kneeling beside him and picking him up gently. "Hi there, Ben," he said softly to him.
"Da!" He giggled and squirmed happily in his father's arms.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ben's head.
Ben clapped his hands. "Da!"
"What is it, sweetie?" He smiled softly.
He squirmed and poked Matt's cheek.
He laughed.
Ben giggled and leaned his head against his father's shoulder, cooing softly.
He smiled. "I love you so much, you know that?"
"Dada..." He started chewing on Matt's shirt.
He sat down, setting Ben in his lap.
Ben whined and clung to his shirt.
"It's okay, Ben. I'm here."
He looked up at Matt. "Da..."
"What's wrong, Benny?"
Ben leaned his head against him, chewing the shirt.
He started to feel like something was wrong. But he ignored it. If he acted on it every time he felt like something was wrong, he would spend a lot of time freaking out over nothing.
He whined, moving away and spitting out the shirt.
"What's wrong?" He frowned, holding him closer.
He whined and grabbed his father's hand in his own small ones.
He smiled softly.