THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY

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

Charlie Cox with kids pt III  🥰

AHHH THE CUTEST EVERR!!!

finals season means petting zoo on campus!! 🐤

matt murdock x you | a post-deviling return to you | complete sweetness

a/n: couldn’t shake the classic thought of matt returning home and finding you sleeping on the couch waiting for him, so here’s my take!

matt hated it. hated hearing your evened out heartbeat paired with slow breathing coming from the couch as you waited for him. it had been months since he revealed his secret to you and each night he came home with nothing more but a couple scratches. proving that since falling in love, he’s been extra cautious. nonetheless, you could never fall asleep peacefully in bed—not without the reassurance of his warmth beside you.

he slipped the daredevil mask off his face the moment his tired legs carried him through the fire exist. his heart tore into ribbons when he approached your sleeping body, a singular ungloved hand reaching out and feeling the denim fabric that hugged your hips. you hadn’t even changed into comfortable clothes. how long had you been sleeping there, anxiously waiting?

fingertips traveled up your body, grazing over the soft knitted cardigan until meeting your hair. a strand fell over your eyes and matt was quick to tuck it behind your ear, not wanting it to be a threat to your sleep.

kneeling before your sleeping figure, matt shut his eyes and absorbed everything around him, his own chest falling into a slow breathing motion. you’d seen him do it before after returning home from saving the city, assuming it was a way for him to shake off all he had done or witnessed just moments before. his way of letting go of the devil and crawling back to you, as matthew murdock.

moments passed before he felt ready to shed the roughness of his other half. before guilt began to creep in, prodding his heart as he wondered why he was still allowing for you to sleep uncomfortably on the couch. not to mention the jeans.

he debated on how to wake you without startling you with his red armor-clad chest being right at eye your level. matt settled for a gentle hand squeezing your shoulder softly until your eyelashes fluttered open ever so slightly.

“it’s me, sweetheart.” he whispered so quietly, so gently. it was a stark contrast to the harsh red that filled your vision until you found his comforting, familiar brown eyes. all you could muster was a small, sleepy grunt. the sound made the sides of matt’s eyes crinkle as he chuckled. “c’mon, let’s head to bed and get comfortable.”

i wanted to draw something instead of using that ai

spread the real informations, resharing that ai wont make you a saint, it won’t justify your silence

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 🤣

the moon system karaoke night - bohemian rhapsody by queen

marc, jake: MAMAAAAAAAAA

steven: UwU~

marc, jake, steven: DIDNT MEAAANNNN TO MAKE YOU CRYYYYYYY

charlie cox

reblog if you agree

GET YOU A MAN WHO CAN DO BOTH

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY

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.”