Falling For the Devil [Part eighty-eight: "The Birthday Brunch"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Matt meet up with your friends for Marci's birthday brunch.

Or The pair of you end up stumbling on a surprise of your own afterwards.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.9k

a/n: This update is light and fluffy with a surprise at the end! Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

Tag List: @ninacotte @mattkinsella @stilldreaming666 @murdocksclient @madscamp02 @1988-fiend @linamarr @pinkratts @schneeflocky @acharliecoxedfan @yarrystyleeza @theetherealbloom @danzer8705 @lionalsowrites @harperdoodle @kmc1989

"So, are you feeling any older today?" Karen asked Marci, setting her mimosa back down.

Across the table from you and Matt, Foggy began to swiftly shake his head beside his wife. His wide eyes were on Karen as he roughly waved a hand in the air, indicating that was not the question to ask her this morning. The movement immediately caught Marci’s attention and she glared at Foggy's not-so-subtle gesture. He abruptly stopped, pretending he had been trying to grab his glass of water the entire time. 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.

I did NOT expect them to actually get A CAT. like that was just a thing I kept on teasing Bella about at some point because I thought it would be funny. READER HAVING TO HEAR TWO PURRING DUMPSTER DIVERS IN ONE HOME KIND OF FUNNY. What the FUCK if this was a surprise to me i don't think I would just be screaming by the time Matt brings out that ring out of NOWHERE

Also, the several jokes that Matt made in front of Marci.... SIDE EYE. SIDE EYE, MATT. 😭😭😭😭

You love New York. And I'd give my life for it, but there's one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that's you.

I AM A CHILD OF DEPRESSION

charlie cox’s eye crinkles can single handedly achieve world peace

[[and then I met you || ch. 2]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.

pt: 1

words: 6.3k

tag list:

@midnightreids @cloudroomblog @yeonalie @thychuvaluswife 

@dorothleah @mattmurdocksstarlight @mars-on-vinyl @mywellspringoflife @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @simmilarly @soupyspence @darkened-writer @akila-twt

@murc0ckmurc0ck @groovycass @sumo-b98 @just3rowsing @tongueofcat @zoom1374@theclassicvinyldragon @aoi-targaryen

"Mommy, look!" 

Minnie calls out from the living room and you look up from finishing up an invoice. She is plopped on the ground, surrounded by a sea of crayons, proudly holding up her latest masterpiece: a series of different colored overlapping circles. You, as usual, have no idea what you are supposed to be looking at, but that doesn't stop the support you give your daughter.

"That's so good, Mouse. You picked such pretty colors." She beams at you and you return the smile, your heart feeling so full. You love her so much and you want only the best for her and you hope - pray - bringing her father into her life is the right choice. 

Your meeting with Matt went so much better than you ever thought it could go. He wants to be in Minnie's life and that makes you nervously excited. You have absolutely no inkling of how things are going to change moving forward, and a huge part of you is terrified but another part can't wait for Minnie and Matt to get to know each other. You keep going over your admittedly short conversation trying to remember all the little tics you saw that reminded you of Minnie. You want to know what else she inherited from him. 

Me getting ready to fight all the monsters for Minnie

LETTERBOXD REVIEWS FOR THE MATT MURDOCK SHOW THE DEFENDERS

In honor of the show's' 6th Anniversary

waking up at four am three days ago to watch DD on my birthday was an experience.

I mean, sure, I had little to no sleep that night. I had to attend my classes after binging the show.

But it sure was worth it.

the phantom of the opera and the hunchback of notre dame? opposite ends of same spectrum 

And beauty and beast falls somewhere in the middle

someone do a graph

you rang?

I couldn’t resist

This is the science I’m here for

in honor of my 24th birthday, here are some frank & matt text posts that i made for you all <3

and my favorite fratt parallel:

Every single one of these is a goddamn GEM

this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

Remaining DD S2 stills (so far)? Why, certainly… ;)

© Myles Aronowitz; Patrick Harbron; David Giesbrecht / Netflix

WHAT MURDAAA

(id in alt)

Two Pretenders: Act I, "A drink."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Precis: His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived.

Matt Murdock asks her out for a drink to catch up, only to find that he hasn't moved on, and neither has she.

Tags and Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, Alcohol, Alcohol consumption, ANGST, friends to lovers to exes, eventual comfort, eventual happy ending

AO3 Publish date: 10 May 2023 (AO3 link here)

A/N: This oneshot is inspired by the song "Cool About It" by boygenius.

My first Matt Murdock fic, baby! Finally dipping my toes after observing the AO3 tags for Daredevil and I noticed that there are not enough hurt/no comfort ones out there. Probably because I'm just a sick son of a bitch who likes the emotional pain.

I'd like to thank AO3 user BellaGiornata for inspiring me to write again. Her unequalled dedication to write has pushed the creative juices in my brain to make something new.

This is a hydration check! Please drink some water before you proceed. Enjoy reading!

The cold was almost too much to bear in the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

She clutched a part of her coat like it was the only thing keeping her alive. A force of habit, it seems. The frosted sidewalk was at the precipice of making her slip– Maybe not by the wobble of her feet, but by the way she'd been weighing her words carefully before meeting him again. 

A drink. It was the most innocent ask for someone who pretends that July didn't break both of their hearts, especially his own. Of course it did, of course she saw, with every newspaper article on The Bulletin about the firm's newest victories in court. His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived. He always had that tight-lipped, unfocused smile on his face for the cameras even if she knew that he would know where to look.

If the both of them were asked about their history, they probably wouldn't remember how it started and how it ended. Was it college during the org fair when he asked around at the information desk and fate brought him to her? Was it after he passed the bar and stumbled across the wrong street only to find her walking out of her 5th rejected job interview? Was it after the firm's first successful day in court when he realized that he was sitting next to her at Josie's? Was it before Fisk or after? What happened after Midland Circle? What happened after the firm went from Nelson and Murdock to no firm at all? 

She was a flame to him; Short-lived on a single matchstick, one that stood out from the rest of the box's contents, ready to give him the flame of what love could feel like for eternities to come. 

It had never been easy for him to commit in that way. It wasn't exactly part of the job, but it was more of the baggage that came when he was around; Whether it was from Matt Murdock or The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he would always say that he wished he had more to give. 

And she believed him, she always did. She always will. Even if she repeatedly claimed that he was enough. Even if she repeatedly claimed that he'll be the only one who'll always be enough. 

She arrived at Josie's before nine in the evening, trying her best to ease the tightness around her chest by knowing what he could possibly know by the beat of it; The erratic, nervous thumps that were safely caged by her ribs were still loud enough for him to feel, to hear, to taste in harmony with the bitterness of the first beer that he already finished by the time she opened the door and stepped inside. He gulped nervously at the smell of the same perfume she had always worn, and even if she was a few feet away, he'd always seek her out. In every room, in the dark, he'd always seek the beat of her heart. 

Their fates met again with the most casual of pleasantries. He wanted to ask her so many things, or maybe let her talk about the past, but it felt like a breach when she started asking about how the firm was, or if work was hectic with new clients on the way, or if the workspace was adequate enough for his two other colleagues. He answered her kindly, a genuine smile on his face as he talked animatedly about Foggy and Karen fighting about the appropriate office temperature because of the heater. She listened to him with her whole heart, as he could tell, and not once did she bring up anything about his other job. 

She assumed that he didn't want to talk about that, so she never asked. 

Even if she had to pretend about not noticing his shaking hands, in tune with the calloused fists of the man who lived a double life and the recovering bruise around his busted lip— She held onto the civility that she had practiced all day. 

And when the first moment of silence came, he couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"Are you alright?" He asks with a tinge of hesitation, anticipating an answer that could possibly land him a slap on the cheek from the audacity of his question. 

But she remained calm, with the same tight-lipped smile that she learned from him, and replied with a practiced steadiness in her voice. "I'm good."

For a moment, he contemplated letting her lie or not, and he let her. 

By the middle of the evening, he started to notice that her actions were becoming less practiced; With the way she's slurring her words already, as was he, but she was much more inebriated by stumbling out the door, trying her best not to trip on his moving cane while holding onto his arm. He offered to walk her home, which she agreed to. Conversations about college happened sometime during the night, as he made fun of how the loud fellas by the pool table reminded him of a professor that he hated. Her laughs were just as beautiful as he remembered, and even if the beat of her heart was skipping from time to time because of the hesitation to be close to him, he let it slide. 

But it was breaking him, of course it was, because by the time they reached the street of her building he was hearing the same erratic beats all over again. He didn't exactly know why. 

He didn't know about the nights she crashed every bar from the other side of the city where she'd also been getting boxing lessons, almost becoming a regular by the small coffee shops and karaoke machines, ordering her coffee as the exact way he liked it and singing the same sad song over and over again, only to stumble upon the wrong alleys before hailing a cab home. She denied it from her friends, how the short-lived romance of three weeks was not a big deal. But this was about Matthew. Her Matthew. The idiot who playfully brags about his law degree after his fifth bottle of some kind of German beer. The only person who didn't hesitate to hold her hand during her episodes of stress-sobbing because of her god-awful boss. The only one she'd love unconditionally until the end of time. 

And when they reached her front door, she had to pretend that she couldn't notice his eyes beginning to water behind the rose-colored glasses. She simply said her goodbyes, and when he asked if they could meet again for the following week—

"Sure. It was nice to see you, Matt." And there it was— The tremble. The hurt. The unpracticed reply. The rawness of vulnerability. 

In which he had to reply, "I feel the same way."

He knew why the air was filled with salt by the time he started walking away, but simply chose to pretend not to know at all. He drowned in the scent of it, remembering everything, feeling everything, until reaching the other side of the street, standing by his own front door to let out a sob. 

Because they both knew that it wasn't true. When she said that she was good. When she said that it was nice to see him.  

But at least he was somewhat truthful by the end, knowing that he'll always feel the same, even if knowing that the tears that she had already shed for him could drown him in an instant, wishing he knew how to swim just to be with her again. 

In the end, maybe this was all they could get. Her telling him that she's doing good. Him pretending that she's not lying about it at all.

LMAOOAOAOAOAOOAOOOAOOO MY BAD

getting older for me has just been realizing how important it is to check the weather forecast ever day

rain from 4 to 8 today? gotta make sure i tell every person i see

Setting the scene for your character's sadness. Crying in other words...

not me doing all of the above when reading fanfiction

support group for ppl who used to be the same age as their favourite character but then got older

Peter Parker I am not in my teen years anymore but thank you for your service (being a chaotic teenager with a broken phone, very bad at keeping secrets, a loser in high school, also very bad at flirting)