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FINGERS CROSSED - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 4,370

Summary: An old friend comes back to town and when she nearly dies, Matt lets something slip (loud enough that his actual girlfriend hears it). 

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It’s All Fun and Games

Hey guys! Fred Weasley is just so wonderful, but all the games might get to be a bit much. I hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

Sometimes when it came to being friends with and dating one of the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts was fun, other times, it caused you a significant amount of grief. Today was one of the less fun days. The twins had decided to play the ‘which on is which’ game with you. Generally, you didn’t have many issues telling them apart despite the fact they were identical. They acted very differently.

“Hey (Y/N)!” George yelled, tossing an arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey, George,” You said, smiling happily. Suddenly, the redhead stopped, looking confused. 

“No, mate, I’m Fred. He’s George,” He said, pointing at the other boy. You sighed. 

“I know you’re not.” George and his twin stood side by side with identical confused faces. You snorted a soft laugh. They exchanged looks before looking back at you with mirrored smirks. 

“Are you sure?” They asked. You nodded as you continued towards the common room. Both of them trailed after you, one on either side; each of them had leaned an arm on your shoulders. Upon reaching the portrait hole, you spit out the password automatically. The Fat Lady gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated, still ignoring the twins at your sides. 

“How exactly can you–” Fred started. 

“be so sure?” George finished. You laughed, setting your bag down by a chair. 

“I just know, guys,” You said, turning back to them. 

“Which one am I?” Fred asked, grinning at you. 

“You are my dearest Fred Weasley,” You said, pecking his lips. A smirk curled on their faces.

“Wrong,” They chirped in sync. 

“I know I’m right,” You said, taking a seat. The twins kneeled in front of you, trying to keep you playing their game. You just watched as they tried harder to make you wrong. 

“How?” They asked. You snorted. 

“The way you carry yourselves is different. Fred, you’re the more outgoing one. You talk first most of the time. You also tend to be the brains behind a plan while your counterpart is the enabler. George, you’re the more sympathetic one and you carry on a joke. Merlin’s beard, you two, I’m dating Fred and I’ve known you for years,” You giggled. They exchanged another look before disappearing into the boys dorms. This was not going to be good.

The stupid game dragged on for weeks with them only becoming more insistent upon one being the other until you began to avoid both of them. That only lasted so long though. You wanted to be able to kiss Fred again. When you finally saw them again, only one approached you as you ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The way he swaggered up to you, you almost thought it was Fred. Almost. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again. 

“Hello, love,” He said, pulling you close. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back. 

“What the hell, George?” You mumbled, shoving another bite of eggs into your mouth. 

“I’m Fred. Honestly, you call yourself my girlfriend. You’re as bad as my mother,” He laughed. You unwrapped his arm from you, looking around for your actual boyfriend.

“No, you aren’t. I can tell because my boyfriend kisses me good morning instead of saying it.” The ginger plastered his hand to his chest looking offended as you continued on with your breakfast. Finally, Fred joined you. 

“Maybe you just need to brush your teeth before I kiss you,” George suggested. 

“I have,” You said, calmly. “Hello, Fred.” It was now that you acknowledged the other redhead to your left. One more reason you knew that it was him. Fred always sat on your left. 

“I’m George, mate,” He said. You rolled your eyes. This game was getting annoying. 

“Would you cut it out? I’m getting really sick of having to explain that I know my boyfriend is my boyfriend.” They just laughed. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. 

“Come on, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when our own mother can’t tell us apart,” George said, rubbing your arm. You slammed your fork on your plate angrily. 

“I can tell you apart. You two are just being dicks,” You snapped. Once again they laughed into their breakfast. Just then, an evil thought crossed your mind as you took a drink. Smirking into your goblet, you decided that, if they wanted you to play the game, you’d play it. Wiping the look from your face, you placed your goblet back on the table with a sweet smile. 

“Are you finally coming around?” Fred asked. You nodded with the most apologetic expression you could muster. 

“Yeah. I guess I just can’t tell you apart. I’m sorry,” You said, trying to keep the bubbling laugh down. 

 “Everyone makes mistakes,” Fred said, nudging your shoulder with his own. 

“Yeah, (Y/N), just take our word for it next time,” George said. 

“You are completely right, love,” You said, finishing off your breakfast. Standing, you gathered your things for class, but not before you pressed a kiss to George’s cheek. You watched as Fred flushed lightly with anger. 

“Have fun in Potions,” George said. You smiled, hugging your books to your chest. 

“Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you at lunch,” You chirped, turning to Fred with the same smile you always gave his brother. “Bye George.” 

You played their game for about a week and you could see Fred beginning to lose it. You hadn’t gone as far as kissing George on the lips, but you’d given him all the hugs, satisfied sighs, and special smiles that you generally reserved for your boyfriend. There was also the added bonus of seeing George look as uncomfortable as a person could look. You had only lasted about a day without telling Hermione, who was just as amused by the situation. 

“How long do you think it will be before they lose it?” You asked Hermione as you flipped the page in your book. It was just you two in the common room at the moment. 

“I don’t know. I heard them talking earlier and it doesn’t sound like they’re going to give up any time soon,” She replied, looking up from her book. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. You really wanted your actual boyfriend back. 

“Ugggghhh,” You groaned, “I want Freddie back.” 

“You could always give it up first, you know,” She suggested, knowing full well that losing was not an option for you. You glared lightly at her and she laughed. 

“Don’t even go there,” You giggled. She looked thoughtful for a moment before an evil look crossed her face. That look both terrified and excited you. 

“You could push them into forfeiting,” She said, ominously. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m listening.” Hermione leaned with a devilish smile. It only took a few seconds of explaining to reach an understanding. She was telling you to really throw yourself into this. Go as far as Fred would let you go. You ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip. 

“At the very least, you’d win,” She said. 

“You’re not wrong,” You said, apprehensively. 

“Well, are you going to go through with it?” She asked. You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before making your decision. 

“Yeah. It’s not like it’ll go very far anyway,” You said with a shrug. She laughed, patting you on the shoulder. 

 Fred and George didn’t appear in the common room until a hour or so later, giving you and Hermione a good long time to laugh about your plan. When they walked in, you went silent. Grinning, you waved at Fred, who waved back grumpily. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms. 

“Georgie’s just upset because he can’t get himself a girlfriend,” George laughed. You gave a fake pout in Fred’s direction. Glancing at Hermione, she gave you a subtle smile and excused herself to go to bed. 

“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” You said, punching him in the arm lightly. He simply gave you a sour look and you moved from his side to George’s lap. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked, reddening slightly. It took everything you had to keep the impending smirk off your face. This was so obviously George. Fred always welcomed you into his lap with a kiss and a good natured joke at his brother’s expense. 

“Yes, love?” You asked, innocently. You batted your eyelashes at him and intertwined your fingers with his.  

“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to do this in front of my little brother here?” He asked. You giggled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. 

“It hasn’t ever bothered you before.” You snuggled into the younger twin, placing the top of your head just under his chin and turning to look at your actual boyfriend. 

Fred had crossed his arms and locked his fudge colored eyes onto the fireplace with an ugly look on his face. Red was creeping up his neck and turning his ears the same shade as his hair the more friendly you got with George. The thought of beating them at their own game made you continue with your antics. This was also basically a guarantee that they’d never play this game with you again. They still hadn’t broken yet. You shrugged internally. You’d just have to push a little further. 

“You know, George, I think there are plenty of girls out there for you. Maybe try someone from the Quidditch team,” You suggested. Fred glared at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Yeah?” He snapped. You nodded, looking as if nothing were wrong. 

“Definitely. Angelina Johnson likes you, I think.” You felt George jump beneath you. 

“Really?” He asked. You glanced back at him with a fake confused look. 

“Is it really that shocking that she’d like your brother?” You asked. He cleared his throat, settling back into the couch and wrapping a hesitant arm around you. 

“Yeah, considering I got all the good looks,” He taunted, weakly. You fought down your smirk again. You yawned, stretching languidly in a way that always drove Fred insane. George swallowed thickly. Their reaction was incredibly similar. 

“I suppose I’d have to agree with you on that. Well, if you don’t mind Georgie, I think I’m going to steal your brother for the night,” You said, winking at an obviously panicking redhead. Fred’s eyes lit up with hellish flames that you’d never seen before, but he didn’t move. 

“I mind,” He grunted. 

“You had something planned?” You set your eyes on George, tipping your head to the side and leaning into him. This was usually the point in which Fred stopped caring if he’d planned something. 

“W-Well, no, but…” He sputtered. Smirking inwardly, you patted yourself on the back for backing them into this corner. The game would be over soon and you would have your Fred back. 

“Then there should be no reason as to why I can’t have him for tonight.” You pulled the uncomfortable twin to his feet. 

“(Y/N),” Fred said. His tone was blank, but his face was twisted in anger that might not have been apparent if you weren’t looking for it. 

“What, George?” You asked. He flinched as you called him by his brother’s name. He didn’t say anything, so you shrugged and began leading George to the exit. Usually, you and Fred would go spend your night in the Room of Requirement. Fred stood up, hands curling into fists. 

“Just wait a minute! You’re not going anywhere with my bird!” Fred growled, crossing the room in three steps and tearing his brother from you. It was now that you couldn’t contain your laughter. It began to bubble and spill from your lips; starting as minor giggles and reaching a total mess of shrieking laughter that you rarely accomplished without the help of the Weasley twins. Both sets of eyes rested on you like you’d lost your marbles. 

“She set us up,” George said, staring at you in disbelief. 

“You bet I did! Dear lord, you should see the looks on your faces!” You cackled. An identical pair of unamused faces looked down at you a tears cascaded down your cheeks from laughing so hard. 

“You did this on purpose?” They asked. You nodded, beginning to catch your breath. 

“What the hell–” 

“– is wrong with you?” They snapped. You snorted another laugh and wiped droplet from your eye. 

“You guys started it,” You pointed out. They shared a look before George nodded at Fred and left the common room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Can you actually tell us apart?” He asked, coming closer to you. 

“I can.” You watched him as the anger faded from his face, but not his eyes. Not yet anyway. 

“Then what was the point of acting like you couldn’t?” He yelled. You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours. 

“Punishment,” You stated simply. He blinked at you. “Come on, Freddie. You spent weeks torturing me for your own amusement. It’s really only fair that I have my fun too.” 

“You almost shagged my brother to get back at us?” He asked. You shuddered at the thought. 

“God, no, gross. I was just messing with you guys,” You said. Sighing, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. 

“This week has been awful,” He grumbled, hugging you close to him. 

“That’s what you get for being a dick,” You laughed. He glanced down at you. 

“Remind me again why the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin.” You patted his cheek, lovingly. 

“Because I knew this really cute redhead who got sorted into Gryffindor and there was no way in hell that I was letting him slip through my fingers,” You said. He held your hips. 

“Who? Me?” He asked, modestly. 

“I was talking about George,” You said. 

“(Y/N),” He said, warningly. You chuckled warmly, pecking his lips once. 

“Only joking, of course it was you.” Smiling, he pulled you up to him so he could give you a proper kiss for the first time in about a month. I’m so glad that I got that stupid game to end, you thought as you fused your lips together. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” George’s voice cut in. You pulled away looking at him. “Does Angelina really–” 

“Yes.” You said. 

“Wicked.” 

“It’s so easy to become obsessed with the film industry and recognition that we can forget that we are not saving the world. We are just actors trying to entertain people.”

HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY CHARLIE THOMAS COX!

Born December 15, 1982 in London, England

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I am mesmerised by Fred’s angry face.

ITS BEEN TWO YEARS AND I HAVENT RECOVERED

Manacled should have come with a warning that you'll need a sick day once you've finished it. How am I supposed to work after staying up til 3am reading and being emotionally murdered.

"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.

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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.”