Devil For A Daddy (Matt Murdock x Reader)

a/n: hi again!! this is another one that wasn’t requested, i’ve just been in a very literary mood lmao. i watched a couple episodes of daredevil today and i was Inspired. i hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

WORD COUNT: 1,075 (yet again i got very carried away lmao)

Y/N couldn’t stop pacing the length of her and Matt’s shared apartment, her hand raised to her mouth as she bit her nails anxiously. Matt hadn’t come home yet and it was nearing 4 AM. He had promised that he’d be home no later than 2, and with that psycho that the media called ‘The Punisher’ on the loose, Y/N had been anxious and pacing for hours. She had tried to stop him before he left, her conscience weighing heavily on her shoulders along with the dangers of Matt’s ‘night job’.

Y/N had recently learned that she was pregnant, probably only about nine weeks along. And she was at a complete loss of what she was supposed to do. She had found out from Claire after Karen and Matt had made her get checked out for her frequent nausea. She hadn’t told Matt yet, as she had only found out herself two days ago.

Of course, Matt had told her to go to sleep and that he’d be there when she woke up, but that was never how it worked. Y/N stayed up waiting for Matt and then patched him up to her best ability when he got back. If he was injured beyond her limited medical knowledge, she would call Claire and watch as she patched him up. She couldn’t just sleep while she knew he was out there, possibly hurt. And now the risk was doubled.

It was the middle of summer and the heat in Hells Kitchen was sweltering, but, standing in her shorts and t-shirt, Y/N felt a nervous chill rush over her as Matt landed with a ‘thud’ on the fire escape.

Y/N raced to the window, squinting against the light of the billboard as she pushed it open and helped Matt into the apartment.

Matt gripped onto Y/N’s upper arms while she scanned him with her eyes, checking for any serious damage. He smiled softly, bringing his hand up to her chin and moving her head so she looked at him.

“Y/N, I’m fine. Just some bruising and a few scrapes.”

Y/N nodded hesitantly before wrapping her arms tightly around Matt’s middle, muttering into his chest. “I’ll get some ice and the kit. Sit down so I can clean the scrapes. Are you sore anywhere that I can’t see?”

Matt complied, sitting on the couch and removing the horned mask and then his shirt.

“No. It wasn’t too bad tonight, love.”

As Matt sat on the couch and listened to Y/N move around, the sound comforting him and bringing him down from the adrenaline rush that came with his vigilantism, his hearing caught something abnormal. Matt could hear Y/N’s heartbeat, like always, but there was something else…

Matt’s face contorted in concentration as he tried to pinpoint the disturbance, but it was small and very faint from this distance. Y/N came back, sitting down next to him and setting up the first aid kit. Matt tilted his head as the disturbance became more prevalent, sounding almost like a second heartbeat.

Y/N startled when Matt suddenly placed a hand on her lower abdomen, his face twisted in concentration. She took her lip between her teeth, gnawing on it in anxiety as she anticipated his reaction. “I had hoped to tell you myself…”

Matt’s eyes widened in realization and he put his other hand on Y/N’s stomach, turning to face her, his eyes not quite finding her face as she waited for some kind of reaction.

“H-How long have you known…?”

Y/N took a deep, calming breath before answering, placing her hands over his.

“I found out two days ago from Claire when you and Karen made me go see her for the nausea…she said I’m about nine weeks along.”

Matt nodded distractedly, leaning down to press his ear to Y/N’s midsection. His throat tightened and his eyes burned when he heard a faint heartbeat. Matt then took notice of the fast, frightened rhythm of Y/N’s heart.

She was scared.

Matt sat up straight and took Y/N into his arms, his chin resting on top of her head.

So was he.

“I’m going to be a dad…W-we’re going to be parents. You’re pregnant. With my kid.”

Y/N nodded, shifting herself into Matt’s lap as she hugged him back. Her heartbeat didn’t accelerate beyond the rate it was already at, and Matt’s face lit up in a wide smile.

“I had a minor breakdown when Claire told me. Karen was there and she doesn’t even know yet, I wanted you to find out first. I was scared you’d be angry…”

Matt tilted his head, confused. “Angry..? Why?”

Y/N shifted nervously in his arms.
“You’re Catholic, Matt. I figured you would’ve been, I don’t know, upset that we aren’t married.”

Matt nodded, understanding her point, but hugging her tighter to him. “I don’t mind. As long as I’m willing to do this with you, which I am, then I’m fine. This kid is going to be so loved, it won’t matter.”

Y/N went quiet for a while, content to relax in Matt’s arms, before he spoke again, his chest rumbling under Y/N’s ear.

“Unless…you’d want to get married? To seal the deal?”

Matt immediately felt Y/N shift in his arms, sensing her eyes on him. “Well…that depends. Are you asking?”

Matt grinned, Y/N’s heartbeat yet again picking up, but this time it was out of excitement. He could practically feel her happiness as it radiated off of her.

“I’ve had a ring on hold at the jewelers by the office for about a month…so, yes. I am asking. A bit sooner than I wanted, but I think this warrants it.”

Y/N laughed, her arms tightening around Matt’s midsection painfully, but Matt couldn’t be bothered to care. Y/N’s answer came in a tearful whisper, her smile pressed into the crook of Matt’s neck.

“Then of course. Let’s get married.”

Matt smiled and squeezed her back, now consciously mindful of Y/N’s midsection.

Y/N pulled away from Matt after a bit, reaching to the coffee table for the first aid kit, where she caught sight of the horned mask and she laughed quietly. “I hope that this baby isn’t a girl, for her sake more than anything.”

Matt pulled away from Y/N, taking her face in his hands although he couldn’t see her. “And why’s that?”

Y/N smirked, taking Matt’s hand from her cheek and beginning to bandage the scraped knuckles.

“Because her devil of a daddy will scare the hell out of any date that comes through that door.”


I want my followers to be cuter. I want all of my slaves to go get a mani/pedi. It can be in a place where you don’t know anyone but I prefer it to be somewhere where someone you know might show up.

1. Must choose pink nail polish
2. Must agree to everything every woman says
3. Must not look into women’s eyes unless spoken to
4. Must not talk to a woman unless spoken to
5. Must pay double for the mani/pedi

When finished:
You must go to a drive through and order food… pay for the food… and then you get to eat the food. I hope they don’t see your finger nails. Then when you get home report to me writing one paragraph only.


Minor MvC details I really appreciated: the background Zero and X scenes! 

- When Thor and Spiderman were talking, Zero was helping X up in the background (most of it was covered up by Mjolnir though), and when X fell to his knees, Zero supported his weight so he could stand (which we saw more clearly later, but I still thought it was sweet that they showed Zero staying by X’s side throughout the whole thing). Side note: I really liked the parallel they did between Zero getting knocked down and X rushing to his side / helping him up in the middle of the game and X getting knocked down and Zero rushing to his side / helping him up at the end of the game. GOOD STUFF RIGHT THERE

- When Gamora and Rocket are talking before the teams split up, Zero and X look like they’re having an animated chit-chat right before they do their classic arm bump thing.


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You walked into the Avenger’s facility kitchen looking for a midnight snack, and stopped at the door when you saw Steve, leaning against the counter eating a sandwich.

“We have the same idea,” you chuckled walking up to him. 

He grinned and offered you his sandwich. “Take it, I’ll make another.”

Thanking him, you hopped onto of the counter and watched as he took out the deli meat, mustard, tomatoes and lettuce from the fridge. You reached over and grabbed the loaf of bread next to you, scooting over so he could have room. 

You looked him over as he made another sandwich and laughed. “Did you just get in? Because you have the whole ‘It’s my bachelor party’ look to you.”

Steve smirked as he took a slice of tomato and ate it. “You caught me.”

Shaking your head in false dismay, you poked him in the chest. “Not fair, Nat, Wanda and I went to dinner, got our nails done and then came home for a few movies. We’ve been home for hours now, where have you been, huh?”

The man laughed at your teasing and shrugged. “Went out drinking, Sam and Tony tried to get me drunk for hours until Thor showed up and well - he got me drunk.”

You laughed and took a bite of your sandwich. “Well, I hope you were good, or else I’m canceling the wedding tomorrow.”

Steve hollered out a loud laugh and leaned forward to press a kiss onto your lips. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I was very honorable tonight.”

Returning the kiss, you grinned. “I’m sure you were.”

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aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.

Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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muslimsmoak  asked:

imagine pregnant felicity upset crying on halloween and oliver and will are confused as to why so they try to cheer her up with a cute costume look only to realize she was crying cos lily and james potter died on this day and she’s emo about her kids growing up this way or something. 😌😇 happy halloween

[cracks knuckles]

It was the third time Oliver had found Felicity crying that day. He was starting to think it was more than hormones, though she kept shooing him away. It didn’t matter if he and William tried to cheer her up. Didn’t matter if their son looked cute as hell in his Harry Potter costume. 

William shuffled out of the dining room looking dejected, “I think I made it worse,” he mumbled.

Oliver patted his head, “It’s not your fault, go watch some T.V and I’ll talk to her.” 

He walked towards his very pregnant wife, who was sniffling over a bowl of candy, “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting down and rubbing her back. 

“He looks so cute,” she immediately started to sob. 

“And… and that’s the problem?” 

“No, but we’re Lily and James.” 

He blinked at her. It took him a moment to realize what Lily and James and Halloween meant. 

“Honey,” he started. 

“No, don’t honey me,” she put her hands on her stomach, “We could be like them. We could leave William and our daughter behind.” 

A somber feeling fell over him. He knew it could very well happen. It was part of their lives. Even William had voiced his worries about the way Oliver lived his life, but he and Felicity both knew there was no changing anything. This was who they were. 

He pulled the candy bowl out of her lap and wrapped his arms around her, sliding her from one chair to his lap. She cried into his chest and gripped onto his shirt. 

“I don’t want to orphan our children,” she whispered. 

“I know,” he kissed the top of her head, “We do our best every day. We take chances. Make tough decisions, but we do what we can. That’s all we can do,” he couldn’t promise that nothing would happen to them, but he wanted to make her feel better, “If something did happen to one or both of us our kids still have a family to take care of them. One that would not put them in a closet under the stairs.” 

She sniffled and nodded.

“But we both know that we’re going to fight tooth and nail to get back home every night. We will never give up.” 

She sighed, her tears finally quieting. 

“No one will ever be able to say that we didn’t do our damnedest,” he put his hand on her stomach and rubbed gently. 

“Thank you,” she put her hand on top of his. 

He held her for a few more minutes before she started to pull away from him. 

“I should probably go make sure I haven’t traumatized our son,” she mumbled. 

He handed her the bowl of candy. 

She took it, “Good idea.” 

happy halloween to you too ;) 

anonymous asked:

Do Steve or Bucky ever get insecure?

Yes, but not in ways you’d expect.

Up until Tony was captured, finding an omega third had been something they’d talked about but hadn’t really decided on because of the war. They both led different troops so that if one of them was injured/died in battle the other could retreat back to the castle so Sarah would still have an heir to pass the crown to.

So when they get to know Tony and realize “oh gosh he is going to be our omega” they do get a little insecure. They’ve never gotten to court an omega before and now they’re courting their former enemy/an abused omega. Steve asks Tony to arm wrestle and immediately after saying it he knows he fucked up, and Natasha nailed the point home when she bustled Tony away. Courting Bucky had been different. Bucky is his equal, physically.

Then once they’re together, and the affection is mutual, they worry about failing Tony. He’s never had a kind alpha–can’t remember much of his parents except his mother playing the piano, his father inventing irrigation implements for the farmers. Tiberius was selfish and it kills them when they learn that Tony had half-expected to have one of them force themselves upon him.

So they have moments of “Am I good enough?” “Am I really doing right by Tony?” “Is Tony truly happy?” Tony’s expectations are so low that the first time Bucky brings him flowers he buries his face in them to hide his tears of joy for the gift. When Steve gives Tony the paintings so he doesn’t have to crane his neck to see for his needlepoint, Tony’s hands shake like he can’t believe it. They’re afraid that one day they’re going to disappoint Tony–and Tony won’t even say anything because he’s used to being disappointed.

Sometimes Steve will lie awake at night wondering if he’s a good mate for Tony. He tries really hard but sometimes he feels like he falls short. He’s got Tony curled up next to him and he feels like a sham, like he could do better (even though he doesn’t know how).

Sometimes while Bucky’s going about his day he’s struck by how much more he could do. So much time Tony spends alone–Bucky has his duties, and so does Steve, and when they’re married Tony will have his, but it’s not nearly as much as what they will have to do as alphas. He worries that Tony will resent them. He doesn’t know what to do about it though.

(Tony has no idea any of this is going on. He thinks he’s the luckiest omega in the world, having two handsome and generous husbands who love him. He knows he could have been worse off. He is happy. If he knew how much his alphas worried about doing right by him, he’d tell them that.)

Anti Intruder Charm

It’s simple, but it does the job. Created and tested some time ago in necessity. Be warned; it won’t be kind to the intruder.

Gather three iron nails from your home and a handful of thorns and burdock burrs. 
Stand at the entrance of your property. 
Drive the three nails, evenly spaced, into the ground. 
Scatter the thorns and burrs over the boundaries of your property. 
“Let intruder’s foot fall onto sawtooth earth. Let them turn away from here, only ever to return to pain and misery.”