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SO CUTE

Silly Cat Luffy.

holy shit a few episodes to punk hazard and we're already talking about DR*G ABUSE??? ON KIDS????

MAN you know what i'm thinking right now????

THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER AS SABO.

Oda pls make this happen he's literally perfect for sabo

PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE SEE MY VISION

FRICK YOU *age regresses all ur nakama including their memories for leik a month or two*

Draco, Hermione, and Aurore at a night festival

Fan art for "Manacled" by senlinyu

I wanted to draw them as a happy family after everything dramione went through 😭 i need to heal my heart lmao

Thank you so much @senlinyu for creating this story! 🫶

holy fuck

Experimenting with posting videos on tumblr idk how this works

ff: Manacled by senlinyu

While I'm at it, here's my take on if Manacled!Draco had stared at Aurore a little while longer

fanart of fanfic manacled by @senlinyuwrites

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

A tender scene from Manacled by @senlinyu that I really loved. Also Oxford hoodie 💚

holy shit this is beautiful

Finally, I’m back with more Manacled content! 🌌

Work has been crazy this whole year and taken its toll on my energy levels and creativity, but slowly and steady another piece has formed into place. 🖊

This one is inspired by chapter 25 💫

I’ve been eager to finish and post this for you guys ✨

Again, also a huge thank you to the author of the story @senlinyu - Thank you for always keeping me inspired with so many beautiful ideas to dream about. Hopefully I will be able to post more frequently from now on. I have lots of plans made already 🌙

- Heidi

Finally, I’m back with more Manacled content! 🌌

Work has been crazy this whole year and taken its toll on my energy levels and creativity, but slowly and steady another piece has formed into place. 🖊

This one is inspired by chapter 25 💫

I’ve been eager to finish and post this for you guys ✨

Again, also a huge thank you to the author of the story @senlinyu - Thank you for always keeping me inspired with so many beautiful ideas to dream about. Hopefully I will be able to post more frequently from now on. I have lots of plans made already 🌙

- Heidi

YES YES I KNOW ROBINS A TOP

R-18 question

I know this is just random. Don't mind any grammatical and typographical errors ❤️

you have no idea of how constantly i catch myself thinking about it...

i just fucking need a fic where zoro is a stay-at-home trophy (male) wife and robin is like, the provider of the household. and a bunch of mommy kink. please.

i've been getting into one piece a lot lately so can someone make an AU about luffy and the straw hat gang going to an all you can eat buffet?? it would've been SO hilarious to see the gang trying to stop luffy from eating everything in the restaurant 🤣

Charlie Cox, Master of the Four Elements

i am in dire need of dad!matt content so i decided to draw a little daddy - baby photograph moment AND NOW IM SQUEALING AT MY OWN ART AKSHSKHDJSHDKSHD

also please do ignore the abnormal hand, i cannot draw hands for the life of me

also the baby's face bcs i cannot draw faces asf

I am officially obsessed with Stardust (2007), like it is everything to me? It's so romantic I can't 😭

1. THE CAST IS STELLAR (haha pun intended) LIKE OMG

2. Captain Shakespeare is a literal icon, who needs OFMD?

3. Charlie Cox 😍

4. It's so purely fantastical???

5. Princess Bride vibes

6. The score slaps

7. YVAINE GLOWS WHEN SHE'S HAPPY

8. The chemistry is so refreshing, they're the most adorable couple istg

9. This scene ⬇️

10. This man's smile 🤩

11. Her smile is so cute ahh

12. The phantom of the opera vibes this scene gave off?!?!

13. Ghosts, pirates, witches, magic, what more could I want?????

IT.

IS.

EVERYTHING

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

"are you ok?"

no i want matthew murdock to cuddle with me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me that everything's going to be fine. I need him like i need oxygen to breathe.

One Blink

Summary: For him it was just a moment, for you it was five years

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst, pregnancies, little more angst, some fluff too

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He didn’t know what was different, but something had changed. In one moment he had been in the kitchen with you, drying the plates you had been cleaning on a late sunday morning, the next moment he was alone. 

It was colder too. The noises in the city were different. 

There was something in the air. A buzz he had never felt before.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, his tongue running over his lips while his hands brushed over the counter of his kitchen. He tilted his head. 

The counter was different too. 

Marble maybe. Definitely some stone. Not like the wooden cheap counter that had been here before. 

Slowly he took a couple steps out of the kitchen, focusing on his surroundings. 

He could still smell you. Your familiar scent. He smelled the fabric softener the two of you had argued about, before he gave in, not being able to deny you anything. 

But there was something else. Another scent he couldn’t place.

The apartment was different too. 

Starting from the kitchen counter, the electrical hum of the appliances different than they were only moments ago. 

It smelled like the walls had been painted. But not recently, a little while ago. 

Another step forward, his hands grasped the back of a couch. Not the leather couch he was used to, no this felt soft. Almost like velvet. 

He was… confused. And that was putting it mildly. 

It was why he hadn’t heard someone, you, approaching the apartment, your key unlocking the door, your heels clicking on the floor as you rushed into the apartment, because things were happening and maybe, maybe he would be….

“Matt,” you gasped, blinking your eyes that were already watering. Slowly he turned around to you and you sobbed, your hand covering your mouth. 

He was wearing the dark sweatpants and the white shirt from that morning. 

The morning that had changed your life so significantly. 

The morning he disappeared. 

“Sweetheart I….” he began but you crossed the distance between the two of you, almost throwing yourself against him as you hugged him. He caught you with a gasp, his strong arms pulling you closer and you cried into his shirt as his hand slowly ran up and down your back, humming soothingly. 

You had denied yourself even imagining a possibility where you would see him again. 

Five years. 

Five years he had been gone, just like half of the earth's population.

Five years that had been the hardest, saddest and at the same time best time of your life. 

“What is going on?” he asked and you took some deep breaths, calming yourself down to finally look up at him, his eyes unfocused.

“You… You’ve been gone. I was… I was with Foggy in the office when Karen suddenly was just there and I… I ran back home… I….”

“You ran from the office?” he asked.

“We… It’s… It’s another office,” you closed your eyes, letting your head fall against his chest, inhaling the scent that was just him. 

“I don’t understand. I… Something’s changed. We were in the kitchen and then you were suddenly gone and… everything is different?”

You let your fingertips run over his back as you looked up at him. 

“Something happened and you… You were gone. You just… You disappeared right before my eyes. But now you’re back and I… I have so much to tell you Matty…” 

“I was gone?” he asked quietly. You nodded against him.

“How long?”

You sucked on your bottom lip. 

“Five years.”

You told him what happened. 

About Thanos. About how the world mourned for months before slowly it moved on. 

You told him about Karen disappearing too and about how you had started working with Foggy.

You had told him about finally getting your lawyers degree and about how good the office was doing. 

You told him everything. 

Except the one, most important thing. 

Sitting cuddled next to him on the new couch, which he admitted was way more comfortable than the one you had before, you clung to him. 

A part of you afraid that he could disappear again at any moment. 

It was when you received a message from Foggy, that he would be over in ten minutes, that you knew you had to tell him. 

“There’s something else you’re not telling me,” he said, pulling you closer towards him. 

“There is,” you whispered. 

“You… You met someone…” he began but you shook your head, sitting yourself up. 

“No. No I… I haven’t met anyone. I haven’t been with anyone since you… Since you…. I couldn’t….” you rambled and he pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“It’s okay,” he kissed your neck and you shuddered, closing your eyes as you put your arms around his shoulders, your nose in his hair. 

“I had bought the test to take later that day. The day you… disappeared. And after I was so depressed I forgot about it. But Foggy noticed and took me to see a doctor and… I… I was pregnant Matt.”

He stilled beneath you, his hands on your hips, his lips frozen against your neck. 

A tear ran down your check and into his hair. 

“It was hard. Doing this without you. But… she made it worth it. So worth it. And Foggy was a big help. Honestly, I don’t know what I would have done without him. He’s the best uncle on the planet and Rose is… She’s so much like you. Stubborn and…”

“Rose?” he asked, his voice breaking and you pulled away from him so you could look at him. There were tears in his eyes before he pulled you against him and you felt him sob. You whimpered as you cried with him, clinging to him as you both mourned the time the both of you had missed. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he shook his head and you put your hands on his face, tilting it up to your. Carefully you brushed his tears away as you shook your head. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. Billions of people disappeared. I know the last thing you would do was leave me and our life. Not after we fought so hard for it and… and I found the ring,” you whispered the last part and he sighed, closing his eyes. 

“We can… We can talk later, if you want. I will tell you about everything but… But Foggy is coming over. And he’s gonna have Rose with him. He offered to pick her up from Daycare after we… after I left to find you.”

“He just got into the elevator,” Matt hummed. 

“Does she… Does Rose… Know about me?” he asked and you smiled. 

“Of course she does. I talk about you every single day Matty. There are so many pictures of you and me on the walls. You’re her daddy. She loves you.”

He took a deep breath as you let your forehead fall against his, your nose rubbing against his nose. 

“She… She’s telling Foggy about… Dinosaurs?” he asked with a small smile.

“She’s obsessed with Dinosaurs at the moment,” you chuckled and Matt’s smile got wider. 

“Kiss me,” you whispered and he tilted his head up, his nose brushing against yours. His hands on your back pulled you closer before his lips softly found yours. You breathed out, closing your eyes as he moved his lips against yours, deepening the kiss. 

You let your finger run through his hair, anchoring yourself against him. 

He was here. 

He was back. 

Matt was back. 

Parting from your lips he smiled and you pecked his lips again. 

You both jumped when a knock sounded at the door. His fingers dig into your hips as he licked over his lips. Anxiously. 

“She loves you,” you reminded him and he breathed in deeply. 

“And I love you too,” you said and he smiled a little, before you carefully climbed off his lap and walked towards the door. 

“I love you,” he called after you and you smiled as you opened the door.

“Hi!” you said, looking down at Rose who hugged you with a squeal of Mooooommy before you picked her up with a groan. 

“You’re getting too big for me to pick you up like that little lady,” you smiled at her as she began to tell you about her day. You looked at Foggy who looked over your shoulder, tears stinging in his eyes as he saw Matt behind you in the apartment. 

“Do you… Want to come in Foggy?” you asked. He looked at you before he shook his head. 

“I… Karen and I will come over with breakfast tomorrow?” he asked.

“Are you sure?” you asked. 

“Yeah. It’s… I’ve gone five years without him, I can last another day. But you two can’t,” he said and you smiled thankfully at him. 

“Bye Uncle Foggy,” Rose waved and Foggy laughed. 

“Bye Princess,” he winked before he turned around, taking the stairs down. You smiled at your daughter as you closed the door behind him, slowly walking back towards the living room with her still in your arms, where Matt was standing anxiously. 

“Rose I… have a surprise for you,” you began and she looked at you with wide eyes, stopping her monologue about the Velociraptor she had learned today, making a mental note to ask her about it later. 

“Surprise?” she asked and you nodded. 

“Remember when Foggy and Mommy would talk about your Daddy and that he had to go away for a while?”

She nodded. 

“What did we tell you?” you asked, finding Matt listening to you. 

“That he loves us very much and that he would never leave us again when he comes back,” she said. You nodded, setting her down. 

“He… He came back today, sweetheart,” you whispered and she looked at you with a bright smile.

“Really?” she asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, really,” Matt said and she turned around as she heard his voice. She looked at you, before you set her down. You were crying by the moment she ran towards him and Matt had the foresight to get on his knees and open his arms before she collided with him with a squeal. 

He closed his eyes, pulling her into his arms as he brushed his hand over her hair and picked her up. She was clinging to him like a Koala, telling him how much she had missed him and that she can’t wait to show him her collection of dinosaurs which made you choke on your sob as you laughed. Matt looked up and opened his arm for you, pulling you against him too. 

It was almost 1 am when the door to the bedroom opened. You were sitting against the back of your bed, waiting for Matt as he slowly walked in, closing the door behind him with a smile on his lips. His hair was still wet as he walked towards the bed, laying down on top of you with a sigh that made you giggle. 

Rose had spent the whole afternoon showing him around the apartment, explaining where everything was so he would know, because she knew that his daddy was blind and she did not want him to hurt himself, while you were making dinner. 

It was strangely domestic. 

“This was a long day,” he hummed against you as you nodded, your finger brushing through his hair. 

“Normally you would kiss me goodbye and get out to do some Deviling now,” you mused and he sighed. 

“There’s… I don’t want to think about that now,” he said quietly. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“She’s… Rose is… She’s everything,” he said and you smiled. 

“Yeah. She’s pretty damn awesome.”

“I wish I could have been there,” he whispered. 

“Me too,” you said sadly, before you reached to your side to turn the lights off. He got off of you and under the covers, finding your body immediately to pull you against him, your back against his chest, as he kissed your shoulder. 

You fell asleep like that. 

In his arms. 

And he was still there, holding you when you woke up the next morning. 

Because Matt was back. 

And he would never leave again. 

YET THIS MAN IS BAFFLED THAT WE CALL HIM BABYGIRL

CHARLIE COX ACCIDENTALLY READING A COMPLIMENT THINKING IT WAS A QUESTION AND THEN GETTING UNCOMFORTABLE CAUSE HE DOESN’T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT HIM I LOVE THIS ADORABLE SHY BABY SO MUCH [x]

love is a mixtape

author note: HIIII!!! i think like one person follows me on here and they made a really nice comment about a previous fic i had posted literally months ago, so thank u for that!

that fic didn’t end up working out and i deleted it because i wasn’t happy with the way it was written. uni is way too stressful for me at the moment, and i know i’m only setting myself up for failure by forcing myself to write.

this is something i started a couple nights ago. it hasn’t been proofread by anyone other than me so let me know if there are any errors at all. tysm.

summary: you’ve just started to unpack at matt’s apartment, but moving day get’s interesting when you find an old mixtape boxed up with your books.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and domesticity, sexual references, swearing, alcohol consumption.

(around) 2.2k words 

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“Well, well well. Just look at what we have here.” You chide, turning the old CD over in your hands, the cover in two broken pieces and coated in a thin sheen of dust. The penmanship is thick and wonky, uppercase letters written in smudged black sharpie. You read in an exaggerated accent, “Boston Beats” and hear Matt’s groan from over the kitchen counter.

You’re unpacking the second last box of books and records at his apartment when the familiar disc makes an appearance, reflecting rainbows on the walls as you inspect it for scratches. It was a last-minute gift given to you by the boys when you graduated, and just about the best present anyone could manage to afford while drowning in student loans. 

“I remember paying Foggy in pepperoni pizza just to make that for me. It took him a week, and to this day I still don’t know if he took longer just so I would buy him more food or if the Columbia library computers were actually that slow.” Matt recollected, looking fondly towards you, brain flooding with memories of late nights and shoebox dormitories.

If you squinted hard enough, you could imagine his freshly shaven face and black rectangular sunglasses from college. You would proofread each other’s assignments aloud, bursting with pure joy every time Matt or Foggy got a ninety-something score. The mental picture was enough to make your skin buzz.

“It was a very sweet idea.” The admittance is genuine, and you see Matt’s dimple appear briefly before he turns away and drains the rest of his beer. 

“Eh, it’s the thought that counts.” He dismisses it and reaches into the fridge for another two green bottles, carrying them between his fingers and joining you in the living room. 

Your back is pressed up against the coffee table and you’re sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce on the hardwood floor, at the epicentre of a paperback-vinyl-dust-bunny-explosion. You rummage even further into the box looking for the speaker system that you know you packed. 

Once upon a time, you could recite the tracklist in perfect order, having listened to it religiously for the 6 months you were away interning in Boston. It was the soundtrack for heartbreak, new friends, missed buses and the coldest winter in Massachusetts on record, but holding it in your hand now, those memories couldn’t feel any further away.

“I prohibit you from playing that CD.” Matt is glaring all-knowingly, having fully anticipated your antics. You gasp in mock horror.

“Matt, I don’t think you understand. This is comedy gold that I am holding in my hands.” You plead jokingly. “It’s honestly cute that you think I won’t be playing this on repeat for the next week.” A piece of plastic flies off into the bedroom when you shake the case a little too enthusiastically, and you stand up to put it in the bin before someone (definitely you) steps on it.

“If you truly love me you will never let that mixtape see the light of day ever again.” 

“Don’t you dare use our relationship as an ultimatum Matthew Murdock!”

“What was that? Did you mean an ‘alltomato’?” He quips, referencing your linguistic blunder from just a few months ago, a mistake he often teases you about. 

“Stop making fun of meeeeee.” You protest, covering your head with your arms in embarrassment. “I will not stand for this behaviour. You forget that I have all the power here!” He is reminded once again of the corner you’ve backed him into, eyes rolling up to the roof as he nods his head in understanding. You bend over to pick up the small plastic shard, eyeing it between pointed fingers.

While investigating the jagged edges, your vision refocuses on the unmade bed before you, silk sheets drooping limply over Matt’s side of the mattress (damn blanket hog). It’s not your best plan of attack, and you certainly don’t expect it to work, but a proposal formulates nonetheless. Matt Murdock may be a man of honour, but he is also just that, a man.

“Oh, Matty. I have a suggestion.” You drop the plastic on the bedside table to quite possibly injure yourself on later. The floorboards begin to creek slightly under the weight of your careful footsteps. 

Sneaking up from behind, you tousle his messy hair and slide your hands down the length of both of his arms. Your chin rests on the back of the couch now, lips poised by the side of his head.

“If you give this here ‘Boston Beats’ a chance, I’ll wear the valentines set to bed tonight.” You whisper teasingly, adjusting the hem of his t-shirt, playing ever-so-slightly with the band of his sweatpants. He inhales sharply and catches your wrist with deadly dexterity. 

If dressing up all in silk isn’t reward enough for the ensuing hilarity, you don’t know whether to be surprised or disappointed, for a number of reasons. 

His ‘tch’ing is enough to make you second guess yourself, but within seconds he points an apathetic finger at the last remaining box of clutter from the old apartment. 

“At the very bottom, underneath the wooden jewellery case.” He sinks into the couch. “That’s where you’ll find your CD player.” 

You pinch his cheek lovingly and saunter back towards your pile of junk, wearing the widest smile you can manage.

-

You were seconds away from placing the disc in the tray when Matt interrupted.

“I think I need to set some ground rules first.”

“Always with the lawyer talk.” You hang your head dejectedly but await his demands.

“Number one, we will listen to three songs.” 

“What do you take me for?! A dunce? Five songs. At the least.” He launches a couch cushion over the coffee table. It bounces off your shoulder and knocks awry the classics section of the bookshelf, the area you spent the last thirty minutes organising. Knowing it was only a warning toss, you laugh but quickly cover it up with a gasp.

“Four?” He innocently offers. God, he may as well be pouting his lips and twirling his hair.

“Deal.” 

“Number two, it stays in the trunk- with my suit!- until I decide what to do with it.”  

“It can’t be thrown out! It’s a relic, Matthew. Imagine what Foggy would say if you got rid of his hours of hard work!”

“I’m not going to throw it out,” He reasons, shrugging his shoulders in earnest. “I just don’t  remember what’s on it and I’d rather not be made of fun every day for the rest of my life because twenty-something-year-old-me decided that Lovefool was the epitome of romance.”

“Oh, made fun of? You mean like you do to me?” 

“Exactly!” He grins.

The summer breeze is swept up from the street and in through the window, fresh air and soft amber light engulfing the room. Five years ago, making this move would’ve plagued your thoughts and given you debilitating anxiety, keeping you awake for nights on end just to contemplate the logistics of it all. Today, you managed ten boxes and zero meltdowns in one day. Just to be around someone as resilient as Matt; someone who isn’t discouraged by stupid setbacks and instead offers simple solutions to each of the silly issues you encounter - makes it enjoyable to complete even the most tedious tasks. 

It’s easy to see why the most famous tragedies are all built around love. You can’t believe you went so long without it, without him.

“Okay! I agree, with all your stupid conditions. Can we begin now?” He almost seems sad to see the banter and flirtatious disses disappear, having half-expected your light-hearted arguments never to end. He smiles nevertheless and nods for you to press play. 

“Deep breaths Matthew.”

He stands up just as the dreamy guitars of Friday I’m In Love kick in and your mouth widens into a teasing smile. You think he might get all dramatic on you again but he just shakes his head and looks down into his lap. What would he say if he could see you stumbling around the living room with all the grace of a baby giraffe?

“Isn’t this just wonderful!?” You sigh in adoration, swaying back and forth with your dance partner.

“I hate you so much right now.” Matt begrudgingly chuckles and slips his arms through yours, which are pressed sassily into your hips.

“You love me.” 

“Unfortunately.” 

You let nothing but the music come between the two of you. Toe to toe and chest to chin. Your heart is sent into overdrive when he presses a light kiss onto the crown of your head. To this day, Matt still severely underestimates the effect he has on you. The slightest touch makes you dizzy with infatuation.

“You know I had multiple copies of this CD? One for the car, one for my Discman and this one right here. It stayed at home. All the time. I slept with it under my pillow.” You were playing now with the crucifix Maggie gave him, tracing the ridges of the cross over the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re lying.”

“You of all people know that’s not true.” Tapping the left side of his chest.

The next song started. Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.

“Why so many?”

“Because I was scared I’d lose it. Scared of losing you.” It hurt to reminisce, knowing that only a couple months after you had left, you and Matt called it quits, stopped calling at the end of the workday and communicated through Foggy; only when necessary.

“That was around the time I put on the mask.” The music suddenly felt far sadder than it should. “I was so angry that I let you go. I should have followed you to Boston- made sure that stupid things like distance didn’t get in the way. We could have been different.” “You’re a New Yorker through and through Matt. Hell’s Kitchen is your forever home.” You pushed a little further into his chest. Skin-to-skin contact doesn’t cut it in the intimacy of the moment.

“I would’ve followed you.” He insisted again.

“I know. I know you would’ve.”

The song ends suddenly, and in the silence, Matt grunts out “God, I was a miserable fuck back then. Is there anything above 80 beats per minute on this thing?”

He’s spoken too soon. The funky bassline of Deee-Lite’s Groove Is in the Heart ensues. 

You and Matt just about double over in ugly, stomach-clutching laughter, the mood from moments before sliced clean out of the air. The both of you catch your breath just in time to sing along,

I couldn’t ask for another!

“Why did you want us to listen to this?”

“Because you and Foggy made it!” 

“Foggy should be charged as an accessory to murder. My eardrums being the victim.”

“Oh shut up.” You swat him away and take a sip of your beer, warm now from the heat of the apartment. “If you ask me, this is the most romantic thing ever made.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah I don’t get all the fuss about poetry and paintings and wine. Give me a ‘Boston Beats’ mixtape any day and I’ll get my priorities straight.”

“You always know what to say to make a guy swoon.”

“I try.” You smirk and he kisses you on the lips for the first time that night. “Only one more song left now, are you ready to make it count?”

“I’m ready for this to be over. Not trying to be rude, but I actually have a meeting at 8pm just through those doors over there.” He made a loose gesture to the bed.

“I’m sure she won’t mind if you’re a couple minutes late.” 

“I certainly will.” For a minute he’s silent. He contemplates the move, trying to assess through your touch if now is the moment. 

The disc skips slightly.

You play along, give him a look through hooded eyes that you hope can will him to bridge the gap, maybe even transcend the boundaries of sight. 

Outside, the sun is sinking further into the Manhattan skyline. The music isn’t the only thing you can hear anymore. There is also laughter outside and the click-clack of high heels on the pavement.

Your breathing is so shallow that you think you might implode, body aching for his touch now that he is selfish enough to be so far away from you.

The movements are so quick that all you can do is follow his lead. You step backwards, him over the pillow from earlier. You navigate the sofa and legs of the coffee table all while staring up at him, surroundings darkening as you make it through the sliding door entrance to your room.

The only thing you can hear is your heart thumping; blood rushing wildly - as you tug Matt’s sweatpants down.

THIS IS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AAAAAAA NOW I WANT A BEAR WITH MATT'S VOICE

build-a-bear

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: a day out with Matt and your niece ended up with a sweet surprise

based on this ask

Warning: matt being adorable, tooth-rotting fluff that makes you want to punch a wall.

Note: this is just the right mood for valentine. happy valentine, lovelies! thank you so much for constantly showing love and appreciation to my work. another treat for you on this lovely day <3

As much as the idea of Matt getting along with your niece seemed to be heartwarming, the reality of having to accept the consequence of having him wrapped around her little fingers was a little less adorable than it ought to be sometimes. You found yourself trailed along behind them in a Build-A-Bear store, Lily practically dragging Matt into the store.

You smiled at the sight, how could you not? Matt was equally excited to be there as Lily did, and the picture of both of them happily exploring every nook and cranny of the store to find the perfect companion to bring home was more than adorable. Too adorable.

“Matty, what do you think about this one?” Lily chirped. She shoved an unstuffed teddy bear into his hands.

Matt hummed thoughtfully, his hand gently trailing the outline of it. “I like this one!”

Lily scrunched her nose. “You like every single one I showed you!” she huffed adorably and turned her attention to you instead. “What do you think about this one?”

“I think the brown one is cuter, baby,” you gently took the unstuffed teddy bear from Matt’s hand.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oookaaaay,” Lily dragged her words, twirling around just because she could. It seemed to be her new favorite thing to do. “I want to look around!” she announced, already making a mad dash towards the other side of the store, ignoring your warning not to run.

You nudged Matt gently—he was busy trailing his hand around every unstuffed plush he could get his hand on—with a slight grin. “If my sister asks why we return her daughter with a new teddy bear, you’re the one who’ll give her an explanation.”

“I’m not the one who drives us to the mall,” Matt shrugged.

“I drove us to the mall to get lunch! Not a new teddy bear!”

He chuckled, the corner of his eyes crinkling adorably. The sight of Matt standing in the middle of a Build-A-Bear store somehow made him twice adorable as necessary. “She deserves a new teddy bear.”

“You only say that because you want to claim the favorite uncle title, aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, an unmistakable smile tugging on his face as he walked away.

“Look! Look!” Lily’s screeches took your attention away. She was running with a different unstuffed teddy bear in her hand, a wide smile on her face. “I want this one! I want this one! Can I have this one?”

You sighed affectionately, silently made peace with the fact that probably Matt was not the only party who got wrapped around Lily’s little fingers in this relationship.

The rest of the day went without a hitch. Lily happily clutched her teddy bear everywhere with her for the rest of the day. She insisted on everyone addressing her teddy bear as nothing but Bonbon—the name she picked—and produced the biggest pout in the city when Matt teasingly refused to call it Bonbon.

Everything went well again and all was forgiven when Matt bought her a strawberry froyo as a peace offering. He was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek, even.

Your sister didn’t raise too much of a question when you dropped Lily with Bonbon on her porch by the end of the day. She only laughed when she spotted a teddy bear clutched on Lily’s hand.

“I know you’re in a friendly competition to claim the favorite uncle throne with our brother,” your sister gestured a hand between you and her with a grin. “But please, don’t spoil her too much. She has enough toys to open a store.”

Matt still refused to acknowledge the whole thing, cheekily insisted that he had no idea what the fuss was all about.

You wrapped the day up by plopping on the couch with a soft groan, feeling the excitement of the day slowly simmering down with weary sun outside, already dipping beneath the horizon. Matt stood in the middle of the living room with a soft smile on his face as he handed you a cup of tea. He was bathed in the soft glowing light that made him look like he was sparkling from inside out. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you happy today?” you couldn’t resist asking the question. “You seem really happy today.”

“It’s been a good day,” his smile grew wider. “And I have something to show you.”

“Oh?”

“Wait here.”

He disappeared into your shared room momentarily and emerged with a brown teddy bear in his hand—unmistakably from Build-A-Bear—dressed with devil horns, complete with a red cape and fork on one of its hands.

“Surprise?” he was practically giggling now. “I asked them to dress it in a devil costume. I don’t know if they get it right.”

You laughed delightfully, gently grabbing the teddy bear from his hands. It was a far cry from Daredevil, sure, but the funky little horns were enough similarity. You squeezed it gently, and a recording of Matt’s voice saying, ‘I love you, would you be my valentine?’ rang out.

You snorted a laugh.

“Don’t laugh,” Matt chuckled, poking you gently. “Answer the question.”

“I actually have something for you too,” you grinned widely. “Wait here!”

You yanked open the wardrobe in your shared room eagerly, fishing out the week-old surprise gift hidden in plain sight. You made sure it was placed just below the usual spot where Matt would run his hands around to grab an outfit.

You watched his face transitioning from a confused smile to a slight shock, and to a realization dawned on him as you thrust the prize into his waiting hand with a huge grin. The sight alone was worth the king’s ransom.

His hands faltered slightly. “Is this?”

“Surprise!” you cheered with a laugh. “I also got you a teddy bear. I even dress him in a suit and tie with sunglasses. His name is Matty.”

Matt squeezed the bear gently, and a recording of your voice saying ‘I love you and I’m proud of you!’ played. He squeezed it, again, again, and again, giggling to himself every time the recording replayed.

“Okay, okay, enough!” you swatted his hands away. “God, I sound terrible.”

Matt chuckled as he gently pulled you into his lap. He peppered kisses all over your face without warning, his stubble brushing against your face made you squirm and giggle. His arms firmly snaked around your waist, securely holding you close.

“Thank you, baby,” he said softly. “And I, too, am proud of you. Always.”

You dipped to steal a quick kiss. “I can’t believe we got each other a teddy bear.”

“We make a really great pear.”

“The sweetest pear,” you brushed your thumb across his cheekbone. “Happy valentine, baby.”

“Happy valentine, honey.”

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Sound of Silence

Matt Murdock x Reader

Words: 2472

Summary: Matt tries to find his pregnant wife when half the world seems to have disappeared.

Notes: Okay, so I’ve seen this idea multiple places and I really thought it would make a good imagine. I’m not totally sure who the first person to post this was, so if you guys could tag them in the comments or something that’d be great. I’ve also not seen the end of Daredevil, so this is pretty much not going to deal with anything from the series.

More Matt Imagines: HERE

-

Everything was perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be after yet another alien attack in the city. With the ‘Big Boys’ taking them on, Matt figured everything would be resolved. After all, despite damages, they saved New York before. They could do it again. Invaders from space were little above Daredevil’s jurisdiction- not that he actually had any.

“Do you think they’d ever put aliens on trial?” Foggy asked, looking at Karen over his glass. She giggled.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking?”

“Hey, if the world is really ending this time, then I think it is perfectly normal for all of us to drown our sorrows in Matt’s cheap liquor.”

Matt pretended to look offended. “You’re more than welcome to go get your own, you know.” He poured himself a glass. “Besides, I’m not the one that got this one. Y/N did.” Not that she’d be drinking it any time soon.

“Ah, and where is the lovely Mrs. Murdock today?” Foggy glanced around the apartment.

“Visiting her mother,” Matt said.

Everyone grimaced in unison.

Foggy looked down at his glass. “She’s going to need this more than I do.”

Matt smiled to himself. Until you got home, he was the only one in the room who knew why his wife would only be drinking water. It was the reason he’d invited Foggy and Karen over. As soon as you finished telling your mother, the two of you would be asking them to be the godparents. Sure, they weren’t Catholic, but Matt had a feeling that Father Lantom would overlook it.

“Okay, so back to my question- if there’s another ‘the sky is falling’ situation, do you think they’d put the space sons of bitches on trial?” Foggy said. His eyes widened. “Do you think people would have to defend them?”

“I think it’s safe to say we wouldn’t have to worry about something like that.” Matt chuckled.

Foggy shrugged and the three of them laughed. Matt had tried not to think of the new attacks in the city. The world was dark enough without galactic threats clouding the sky. He had to be strong. Especially now.

Foggy raised his glass, the drink sloshing against the glass. Karen did the same.

“A toast,” Foggy beamed, “to making it through another day.”

“Cheers,” Karen said.

Matt just laughed and moved his glass to connect with theirs. But there was no clink. His glass hit nothing but empty air. It wasn’t until the other two glasses shattered against the table that he realized he couldn't hear their heartbeats anymore.

“Foggy?” His voice trembled. “Karen?” He reached out his shaking hand, finding nothing but a soft movement of air- like someone taking a final breath. “T-this is funny. Foggy, this isn’t funny. Karen!”

For a painfully long moment, there was nothing but dreadful silence. Everything was still. Dead. Then came the noise. Crashing, sirens, but most of all screams. It filled his head until it was unbearable. He stumbled to the window, feeling a crushing emptiness. Maybe Foggy was right. The world was ending.

-

“You should eat. You look like you haven’t eaten.” Your mother scolded. She set a plate of rolls in front of you and went to pour you a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, mom.” You slid the glass away.

“You’d eat better if the two of you were making any money.” She muttered.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, already fighting the headache you knew would come from this visit. Ever since you and Matt got married, she took a special- and critical- interest in the kind of cases Matt took.

“I didn’t come here to talk to you about that.” You sighed, trying to hide the frustration in your voice.

“All I’m saying is that, should you reconsider going to a bigger firm, maybe a corporate one-”

“Mother.” You exasperated.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Finally, she was quiet. She simply grinned a shocked grin and threw her arms around you. You were both beaming when you pulled apart and she started rambling about all of the people she needed to call.

“I’m going to be a grandmother!” She cried. “Oh, you and Matt will have to come over for dinner and I’ll cook you a real meal and-”

“Phone calls, mom. You said you were going to make phone calls.” You said before she could passive-aggressively nag you anymore. “Here, you can use mine.” You began to hand her your cell phone.

“Yes, you’re right, I have to…” She didn’t get to finish. Her eyes locked with yours in a moment of confused panic before her body started to change. Piece by piece, it was as if she was a burning piece of paper and the breeze was carrying the ash away until there was nothing left. Your phone fell to the floor, the screen cracking and splitting into dozens of pieces.

You stood, frozen with terror. A horrified sob caught in your throat and you had to force yourself to keep standing as your knees began to buckle. You blinked. Nothing. You pinched your arm. Nothing.

“M-Mom.” You choked out. This can’t be happening.

You managed to walk over to the window, hoping to get some air and that this was all just a result of your mother’s cheap perfume and hormones. But as you looked out, you saw the chaos. Whatever just happened to your mother had happened to other people. Cars crashed into each other. Mothers screamed as their children vanished. Police sirens roared from what seemed like every corner.

Your hand fell to your stomach and you started to hyperventilate. Your mind could only form a single, screaming clear thought.

“Matt.”

-

Matt plowed through the chaos, trying to dodge every panicked civilian running past him on the way to your mother’s apartment. The automated voice of your voicemail ran through his head.

“This is Y/N Murdock. Please leave a message.”

He’d called three times. Nothing.

The building of your mother’s apartment was rampant with terror. People ran in and out, some shouted down from the windows, others just sat alone in their apartments and cried. Even through the walls, he could hear their heartbreak. Still, as hard as he focused, he couldn’t hear you.

He climbed the stairs two at a time until he reached the third floor. The hallway was just as alive with panic as the rest of the building. People darted back and forth between rooms. He felt the numbers on the walls until he reached your mother’s apartment. The door was still, the room inside quiet. He clutched the doorknob with a shaking hand and found it unlocked. The door swung open with an ominous creak.

“Y/N?” He called into the apartment. No response. He stepped inside. “Y/N, sweetheart, please. Please please be here. Something is going on. Please be here.” He felt around the room desperately, hoping that he would feel your skin, hear your voice, even just your heartbeat. He stepped on something, the glass cracking beneath his foot.

Matt’s heart cracked along with it. He crouched down, recognizing your phone in his hand. His knees hit the floor.

None of this made any sense. People don’t just vanish. Half of the hearts in New York don’t just stop beating. If he was one of those big-time heroes, maybe he would know what had happened, but he wasn’t. He was here, living with the consequences again. Right when his life finally seemed to even start making sense.

Oh, God.

The baby.

Matt’s stomach lurched. Another crack shot through his heart. He screamed. Tears burned on his cheeks before he could stop them. He clutched your phone in his hand and hurled it at the wall. Any remaining glass shattered completely.

“What’s happening?” He howled. His sobs made his words sound like a wounded animal. Desperate cries for help.

He thought of praying. Praying for him to be wrong. Praying for you to be here. Praying that whatever the hell had happened hadn’t happened to you. But all he could hear were the screams of the people outside. He knew that, if God really was up there, he wasn’t listening.

-

The apartment seemed to haunt him. As he opened the door with a shaking hand, he tried to ignore the tricks his mind was playing on him. He could still hear the dual heartbeats of you and the baby. He could still feel you near him. Hell, he could even hear your voice. But it couldn’t be real. You were gone. Whatever had happened to Karen and Foggy had happened to you.

Your heart soared when you saw him walk in the door. You called out his name through sobs, but his expression didn’t change. The heartbreak on his face only deepened. It took you a moment to understand why he was responding like this, but once you did, you started to approach him slowly.

He didn’t realize you were really there.

“Matty,” You said. You took slow steps towards him. His head tilted to the side, hearing your footsteps.

“Maybe I’m just going crazy.” He muttered to himself. You took another step.

“Baby, I’m here. I didn’t vanish. I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“Y/N…” His voice was without hope. He said your name like he was praying. Finally, you put your hands on either side of his face.

“I’m right here.” You cried. “I’m here. Matty, I thought you were-” Your words cut off with another sob. Realization and relief washed over your husband’s face. Matt didn’t say a word. He just threw his arms around you, crying into the crook of your neck. He clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him from disappearing just like everyone else.

“Karen and Foggy… I went to your mother’s apartment. Your phone… I was convinced that you were- oh thank God.” He choked. You held him tighter, your whole body trembling with a combination of relief and terror.

The two of you must have stayed like that for hours. Holding each other while the world fell apart around you. For a short time, all that mattered was that Matt was here. He was in your arms and kissing your face. He muttered a few more prayers- if he didn’t maybe you’d still disappear.

Once you finally broke apart, the panic resurfaced in your chest. Karen and Foggy. Your mother. What the hell happened? Were they dead? Where else was this happening? Was it just New York? Was it the whole world?

All of the questions built up into one that actually formed on your lips. You curled up beside Matt on the floor, laying your head on his chest and you both leaned on the couch.

“What are we supposed to do now?”

Matt tucked your head under his chin. “We survive.”

-

Five Years Later

A moment of panic settled into his chest. He listened to the bustle of people around him. A heaviness hung in the air- the same weight that had lingered for the past five years. It made it hard to focus.

“Jackie!” He called into the crowd. He listened again and heard it. Laughter. Playful barks and a clinking collar. He let out a sigh of relief and followed the sound of his daughter’s laugh.

She’d wandered off to pet a dog- whose owner was happy to stop her jog and let Jackie pet him. When Matt found them, the two continued their run, much to the dismay of the young girl.

“Jackie Karen Murdock, how many times have I told you to stay with me when we’re walking?” He scolded, but his tone was light. Her small hand found his and her voice matched a pout.

“Sorry, daddy.”

He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Come on. Mom and Percy will be getting back soon.”

“Okay!” She squealed and began pulling him down the sidewalk. Matt laughed and did his best to keep up with her. By the time they’d reached the apartment building, you were coming down the sidewalk from the other direction, having just brought your son back from a doctor’s appointment.

“Just a little cold. Nothing to worry about,” You said, joining your husband and daughter at the front steps.

“That’s great,” Matt beamed. When you told him you thought Percy needed to go to the doctor, his brain naturally jumped to the worst scenario. The baby in your arms reached out his tiny fists to his father. Matt took him from you and you couldn’t help but marvel at him.

The way he’d fought and worked to keep the city safe these past few years and still was able to have moments like this- moments of peace- was something you admired. Somedays you worried you’d forgotten what it felt like to not worry.

“Can I go play now?” Jackie whined, tugging on your pant leg. “Daddy got me a new toy.”

You shot your husband a look. He shrugged.

“I caved.”

You shook your head and laughed. “Alright, go on upstairs. We’ll be there in a second.” She took your keys and the bag from Matt’s hand and bolted away. She knew her way around the building- probably a little better than you’d like. It’d make her sneaking around when she’s older a lot harder to catch. Then again, with Matt that probably won’t be an issue. The thought made you snicker.

“What?” Matt smiled. You kissed him on the cheek.

“Nothing.” Part of you was just happy that there was a future to think about. For so many… You tried not to dwell on it.

Just as you moved to follow Jackie, Matt froze. His expression darkened and a worried tone took over his voice.

“Something’s happening.”

A dark form seemed to overtake the air, like a solid, ashy mist. Then… people. Dozens of people appeared around you where there was nothing before. The recognition clicked in your mind. This was how everyone disappeared.

They were coming back.

Matt pulled you aside, still holding Percy close to his chest. He winced at the sudden influx of noise and panic flooding his head. Confusing shouts and cries filled the air. Percy’s wails joined and you did your best to calm him down.

Through everything, Matt heard the sound of small, quick footsteps running back down the stairs. He grabbed your hand.

“Jackie,” He said. Both of you hurried into the building, catching her at the top of the stairs. She didn’t seem scared, however. She seemed excited.

“There are people in the living room.” She giggled. “They said they’re your friends. Can they be my friends too?”

You felt Matt’s grip on your hand tighten and the two of you ran up to the apartment.

Shampoo Bottle (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: Okay I saw this gifset last night and reblogged it, immedately wrote this fic on my phone, and then promptly proceeded to fall asleep. Keep an eye out for a follow up to Domestic Adonis soon! Enjoy! :)

Summary: It’s the understatement of the century to say that Matthew Murdock is stubborn. His attitude towards his shampoo bottle is no exception to his attitude.

Warnings: Fluff–sweet, ever-loving, domestic fluff, Matt being flirty/sassy/horny in the shower, allusions to shower sex

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 718

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y/n: Okay, truth or dare?

Matt: Truth

y/n: How many hours have you slept this week?

Matt:

Matt: ...Dare

y/n: Go to bed.

Matt: I don’t like this game.

Matt: Jake. You can't say "fuck you, I do what I want" in the middle of court!

Jake: Fuck you, I do what I want.

Matt: You're on trial for manslaughter!

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!!”