DUDEEE IMAGINE Y/n, Matt, Foggy, And Karen Are About To Go To A Halloween Party And They Are Running

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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WHERE HANDS TOUCH: MATT X GIFTED! READER

summary:dating the devil of hell’s kitchen has it’s ups and downs, especially since you’ve got the power to heal your boyfriend who insists on going out night after night to keep your city safe.  you’ve seen each other through dark times but nothing can prepare you both when your body reaches its breaking point.  trigger warnings for illness,  injury care and a guest appearance from matt murdock’s catholic guilt

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

chapter one.

sneak peek of chapter two.

chapter two.

sneak peek of chapter three.

chapter three.

                                           CHAPTER THREE 

                                                   Helpless.

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Hey! My name is kiaa nice to meet ya! I’m new to tumblr and… Here’s the content of my account :) This account is where i probably be myself and where i put my story ideas and photos of the weasley twins that’s stuck in my phone since forever

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his wife and nothing more

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: suggestive dialogue

word count: 1,200

summary: Matty wants a housewife and no one can convince me otherwise. fluffy.

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Matt had been spending long hours away from home. The difference this time was that he was spending time at the office, not on the street, which meant that he really couldn’t stay home. He didn’t always make his own hours as a lawyer. He had to make a three week trip to Boston for the case he was working on. Tonight he was back in Hell’s Kitchen and he promised you that he would be home by dinner. He knew how much you missed him, and he hated to leave his girl alone. He hated to be without his girl even more.

When he got into the building he could smell your cooking. You were making his favorite. He could hear the sounds of Aretha Franklin on his record player. A dopey smile spread across his face as he clicked the elevator button, feeling blissfully happy now that he was so close to you. He pulled open the door and began slipping off his shoes and placing his glasses on the shelf by the door.

“I’m home, baby,” Matt called as he put down his bag. When he turned around you were wrapping your arms around him and kissing him lovingly, your tongue sliding into his mouth. You pulled away only when your need for air demanded it, taking in a deep breath. Matt chuckled against your lips.

“I missed you,” you purred.

“I can tell,” Matt said with a smile.

“Never leave me for that long again,” you practically whined.

“Come with me next time,” Matt suggested. You let out a dry laugh.

“Miss three weeks of work and still have a job? You’re funny, Murdock,” you said as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of Matt’s neck. His hands slid around your waist so that they rested on your lower back, his fingertips just barely brushing the swell of your ass. The two of you began slowly swaying to the Aretha Franklin record you had playing.

Matt’s head was tilting a bit as he took in every detail of your presence. He could smell your shampoo still lingering from a shower you must’ve taken that morning. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usual, he assumed from the excitement of his arrival. Then he realized that you were wearing his Columbia sweatshirt. His heart ached as he thought about what it would be like to really see you in his clothes. He had almost lost track of the conversation, but his words came out before he could think better of it.

“Then quit,” Matt said as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. He surprised himself, but when he heard the thought out loud he knew that he meant it. “I can take care of you.” His heart stopped for a moment as he thought of what it would be like to have you as his wife and nothing more. Completely and totally taken care of, with nothing to worry about at all. You chuckled.

“We aren’t even married,” you pointed out.

“Not yet,” Matt said assuredly. You raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing across your lips.

“All you have to do is ask,” you said, your voice as sweet as syrup. Matt’s heart warmed. He raised a hand to your cheek, running his fingertips along your soft skin and pushing a few loose pieces of hair out of your eyes.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. You deserve a proper proposal,” he said. You smiled.

“I think you already know the answer anyway,” you said. The corner of Matt’s lips tipped upward and he gave you a quick peck.

“But we’ve got to do something about that job of yours…” Matt said. His tone sounded more serious than teasing and you couldn’t tell if he meant what he was saying.

“Are you serious, Matty? You want me to quit?” You asked.

“I want to take care of you,” Matt said. “And if you let me take care of you, we could be together a lot more.”

“You’re serious about this?” You questioned again, needing to be sure. Matt nodded.

“Business has been good lately. I’m making enough for both of us,” Matt said. You were considering his offer when you had a sudden thought.

“What about when we have kids?” You asked. Matt beamed excitedly.

“Are we having kids?” He asked. You blushed.

“I don’t—I mean—I just thought…” You stuttered. You took a pause. “Do you want to?” You asked. Matt gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes, sweetheart. I want to have kids with you,” Matt assured you. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “I want to give you a family.”

“Well, I’ll need a job for us to be able to take care of them,” you said.

“No, you don’t.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Matt, if you’re making so much money then why are we still living in this neon lit atrocity of an apartment?” You asked. Matt chuckled.

“I thought you liked it here,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I do, but there’s a reason the rent’s so cheap,” you replied.

“I have something worked out. You don’t have to worry that pretty little head, baby,” Matt said.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Matt paused for a moment, nervous about telling you what he’d done.

“I bought us a townhouse in Astoria,” Matt admitted.

“You bought a house?!” You exclaimed in question. Matt nodded.

“It’s got three bedrooms, we’ll have plenty of room for kids. There’s a fireplace in the living room and a basement that I was gonna renovate so you could have your own space,” he said. You looked at him in awe, taking a moment to process everything he was saying. Matt started getting nervous that you weren’t responding. “If you don’t like it—”

“Can we go see it?” You asked. Matt’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might be upset for making such a big move without asking you, but he had also wanted to surprise you. He was quite the fan of grand romantic gestures when it came to you. He’d never met anyone like you. He wanted to give you everything and he’d been working harder at his day job to make that dream a reality.

“Not today, the current family’s still living there,” he explained. “In two weeks.” You took a moment and realized just how much Matt loved you, how serious he was about you.

“You bought a house for us,” you said in amazement, your voice just barely a whisper. Matt smiled softly.

“For you, sweetheart. Everything I do is for you,” he whispered back. You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, running your fingers down his chest.

“I love you, Matty. So goddamn much,” you said.

“Language,” he chided. You chuckled. You reached up to rest your arms on his shoulders, linking your fingers together at the nape of his neck.

“Matthew Murdock,” you murmured to yourself. “My good catholic boy. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Matt said. You scoffed.

“Yeah, the one who bought the house is the lucky one,” you said. Matt chuckled.

“I was hoping to get lucky tonight too,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t want your dinner?” You asked.

“I think I can find something else to eat.”

The ones that left us never really leave us

Sirius Black (PoA)

headcanon: matt's favorite movie before he lost his sight was top gun, and he was so obsessed with it that he wanted to be a pilot. but of course it changed and especially after his father's death that he wanted to be a lawyer. present day, now hanging out with foggy, karen, and you, the live musician played great balls of fire and you've never seen him this happy jamming to his childhood jam

AND I MEAN LIKE IMAGINE HIS EARS PERKED UP WHEN HE HEARD THE FIRST PIANO NOTES AND HE IMMEDIATELY JUMPED BEING SO EXCITED AND joined the singer to sing and dances with his whole heart and you're just sitting there amazed with a big smile on your face thinking this is the man you love and then he asks you to join dance with him and you said yes and soon the whole bar dances to the song and it just became the best day ever oh my god

Lollipop🍭

matt murdock x you + a daughter, mini blurb

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it was friday evening and matt had spent his evening channeling his anger from the whole week to punching the punch bag to its oblivion. you were just hanging out watching tv, cooking weird snacks, and playing with your 3 year old. when she got tired of playing and decided to read books on her own, is when you finally get to check up on matt.

he was covered in layers of sweat that darkens the edges of that tank top he wears which shows his large biceps. with that sight a few feet away from you, your eyes are locked in and mouth hanging open while watching him take a big gulp of water from his tumbler

"sweetheart you gotta close that mouth or a fly will go inside it" matt says with a smirk. that left you very speechless for a while until you find your voice again "i... um can i lick you like a lollipop?" your blurted out, which makes matt chuckles lightly. but unfortunately, you said that last word a bit too loud because your daughter suddenly comes into the room and said "mommy has lollipop?" which brings matt into a full laughter and leaves you with a flushed face.

"oh sorry honey i don't" you said with a bit of a pout

"then why did you say you want to lick a lollipop, mommy?"

matt laughs even harder, and this makes you smile but also stressed to try and find the best answer to give to you and matt's precious one

this is canon idc

something fluffy with the trio from the sequels? but no reylo pls

“So, what’s the point of this?” Rey asked, tugging at her jacket. “And do I have to be dressed up?”

“It’s a costume,” Poe replied, adjusting his belt. “For the party. It’s fun. Everyone dresses up, and then we have a party with treats.”

“Treats?” Rey asked, her eyes widening.

Poe grinned. “Yeah, treats. Like cookies and chocolates.”

“This is so baggy!” Finn protested, messing with the poncho that Poe had forced him into. “Why do people wear such baggy clothes?”

“We just need to wear them for a few hours,” Poe assured him. His face fell slightly and he added, “I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Rey and Finn looked at each other. “We want to do it,” Rey declared, reaching up to properly tousle her hair. “So, when do we go?”

“Are you ready?” Poe asked BB-8. The responding trill was a bit indignant, but BB-8 rolled out anyway. Rey stifled a giggle.

“Are you two ready?” Poe asked Finn and Rey.

“I guess,” Finn replied, adjusting his poncho one last time.

“Let’s go get some treats!” Rey declared, taking Poe and Finn’s hands and dragging them out the door.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Jess laughed when she caught sight of them. “Finally found people to help you live your dreams, Poe?”

“You just wish you’d thought of such great costumes yourself,” Poe shot back.

“Can we see these great costumes?” a voice asked from behind them.

Rey and Finn both looked at Poe before turning around. Leia was standing behind them, an eyebrow arched. To one side of her was Luke, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and on the other side was Han, who was clearly trying very hard not to look amused. Chewbacca was making no such effort, and even R2-D2’s beeping sounded amused.

“Kids all across the galaxy dress up like the heroes who took down the Empire,” Poe said with a winning smile. “I thought Finn and Rey deserved a chance to do it too.”

“So you three dressed up as us,” Leia said flatly.

Poe looked at Finn, dressed up as Luke, and then at Rey, dressed up as Han. “I think we did a pretty good job of it.”

“Did you draw the short stick, kid?” Han asked. “No one else wanted to wear the dress?”

Leia smacked him upside the head.

“No, I insisted,” Poe replied, adjusting his long white dress. “Besides, Finn rescued me from the First Order dressed as a stormtrooper, and then Rey flew a droid with a secret message back to the Resistance in the Millennium Falcon. I think it’s pretty clear who’s who.”

Luke grinned. “But Rey is a Force-user from a desert planet, and Finn almost left before coming back to help his friends.”

“You’re not arguing Poe being me?” Leia asked.

Luke shook his head. “No, I think he’s pretty much got you covered.”

BB-8 trilled indignantly. “Really?” Poe demanded. “After how hard it was to get you to agree to that paint job, now you’re offended people aren’t admiring it?”

R2-D2 beeped his compliments, and BB-8 preened. The blue paint job did look a little strange on them when Poe was so used to their normal orange, but it was necessary to complete the costume, and he’d specifically chosen a paint that would come off easily. Besides, BB-8 idolized R2-D2 enough that it hadn’t actually been that hard to get them to agree to dressing up like him.

“You don’t have a Threepio,” Han remarked. “Or a Chewie.”

Chewbacca roared and went over to stand next to Rey. Han gaped at him. “Seriously?”

Chewbacca tousled Rey’s hair and gave Han a very smug look.

“Now it looks like you don’t have a Chewie,” Rey said, sounding just as smug as Chewbacca looked.

“You can keep Threepio, though,” Poe said. He didn’t mind working with the droid on occasion, but his neuroses definitely started getting on Poe’s nerves after a while.

“Does this mean I can pass off some of my paperwork to you?” Leia asked. “Since we’re apparently so similar?”

“Only if I’m in costume,” Poe joked, hoping Leia wasn’t about to pull a stack of datapads out of nowhere and foist them off on him.

“We should stop hogging you three,” Luke said, giving them a smile. “Have fun at the party. And those costumes are really spot on. Han, that jacket even looks just like yours.”

Han studied Rey’s jacket, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That looks just like the jacket that went missing three days ago,” he said suspiciously.

Rey and Finn, who had both seen Poe sneak the jacket out of the laundry, shot him a nervous look. Poe winked.

“Run.”

They scattered instantly, and Han started yelling for them to come back, and Poe couldn’t help but laugh, feeling younger than he had in years. He’d promised Finn and Rey that this would be fun, and it was. He hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.

And maybe Jess was right in teasing Poe about fulfilling his dreams, but even still, he couldn’t help but think their costumes were pretty great indeed.

OH MY GODDDD NOOOO YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEE /j /nm /pos

Charlie Cox with kids pt III  🥰