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A Matt Murdock One-Shot

pairing/AU: Matt Murdock x female!reader

summary: Matt asks to "see" you

warnings: none really, I don't think,...

word count: 1557

Foggy and Karen had already left, after dinner at Matt's house, but you were still there, sitting next to him on the couch. After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room to catch up, especially with you, as the other three worked together. You met the group of friends when you started working in the office next to theirs, starting to meet daily, when arriving or leaving work or during meal times and quickly joined the trio, participating in their usual trips to Josie's or in the various meetings arranged at one of their houses or, after a while, at yours.

Matt was facing your direction, arm placed on the back of the couch, and his gaze rested at more or less level with your chin. You didn't know why he asked you to stay when you were preparing to say goodbye to him at the same time as the other two and, at that moment, with the silence that reigned in the space and with the attention he gave you in that position, the anxiety started to build up inside you. Matt could hear your pulse quickening, the heat rising to your face.

“Y/N...”, he started to say.

“Matt...”, you replied lightly.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

"Of course. Anything.”, you said with relief in your voice, although it was short-lived.

“”Can I see you?”, he asked, lifting his face a little, trying to find the position of your eyes.

“If you can see me? I wish you could.” Matt chuckled softly.

“What I want to ask is if I can touch your face, see you in my own way.”, he explained. Your heart began to pump the blood that coursed through your veins much faster. He easily realized this. “But if you don’t want to, that’s... that’s okay.”, he quickly added. “I know you don’t like physical contact, but...”

"What do you mean by that? That I don’t like physical contact.”

“Y/N, I may be blind but I’m not completely oblivious to what’s going on around me. Whenever I place my hand on yours when we're talking, or rest it on your leg to draw your attention to something, you move away, you withdraw. And I don't want to abuse it, but we've known each other for months and I have no idea what you look like.”, he continued.

"I don’t to that. You can ask anyone. I never withdraw from anyone’s touch.” Matt noticed a small hesitation at the end of your last sentence. He realized that you weren't lying but that this wasn't the whole truth either. “And regarding my appearance, it is better for you to remain ignorant about that. I'm no Karen or Marci. I’m the “sore thumb” of the group that stands out everywhere.”

"What?"

"Yes. You are all beautiful, with a self-esteem to be envied. But I'm not like that. Quite the opposite. I'm the one who stays behind when friends are invited for a drink, the one who sits at the table when everyone else finds company to dance. And I never had a problem with that.”

"But..."

“But it's nice to be with someone without having to think about the way my nose wrinkles when I smile, or without having to cover my profile when I'm looking to the side, without having to think that they're looking at me with pity or with displeasure.”

“Don’t think like that. I may not know what your face looks like but I know that what you’re saying is not true.”

“Oh, you know? With your telepathic powers?”, you replied while trying to make your laughter lighten the atmosphere. Matt didn't know how to respond. You didn't know about his abilities and he didn't want to scare you with the truth. After thinking for a while, he finally spoke again.

“Because I hear what the people around us say about you when we are on the street, I can see the smile of the men in your direction.”

“Do you listen to other people’s conversations? Do you know that’s bad manners, right?”

“Unfortunately I can’t control it. Have you never heard that when you lose one sense, the others become stronger?”

"Are you serious? You can hear what others say, even if they’re not next to you.”

"Yes, I can."

“Okay.”, you said with some hesitation. “But you can't be sure that what they say is about me. There are always so many women around you, beautiful women. You look like a magnet. They could be talking about any of them.”

“Yes they could, you’re right, but they’re not. But you give me one more reason to want to “see” you. To make sure they are talking about you.”

"I don't know."

“Didn’t you say that you don’t have any problems with people touching you? So, what's the harm? I am your friend regardless of your appearance. I just wanted to get to know you better.”

“Yes, I’m not afraid of being touched but...”

"But what?"

"... Nothing. But nothing.”, you ended up saying after thinking about how to approach the subject. “If you insist so much, ok, you can touch my face.”, you finished, looking down at the space between the two of you on the sofa, which, little by little, became smaller. He approached you and, taking off the glasses that covered his eyes and placing them on the living room table, he raised his arms towards you. And, seeing him so close to you, with his eyes freed from the red lenses of his glasses, you felt your face get even redder and your heartbeat speeding up even more. Never before did you think it could beat so fast. Once again, Matt noticed the acceleration of your heart and finally realized something. You hadn't lied, you didn’t run away from people's touch, you had run away from his touch. You ran away from your reaction to the contact with him, with his skin, with the weight of his hand on your hand, on your leg. This thought made a smile appear on his lips. And finally his hands brushed your face. Gently he ran the tips of his fingers across your forehead, with his thumbs outlining your chin, then going to the apples of your cheeks. Without realizing it, you closed your eyes at the sensation of his touch. He continued running his fingers over your closed eyelids and down your nose. He let out a small laugh that made you turn your face away from him. "Don’t, sorry. Don’t walk away.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. I just realized that you actually have a bump on your nose.”

“I told you I had a crooked nose, that I had an terrible profile.”

"It's perfect."

“What?”

“The bump on your nose. It's perfect." He placed his hands on your face again, continuing to feel every millimeter of your skin. “Every bit of your face is perfect. Even what you consider imperfect. Beautiful."

"Don’t say that. It’s not true." His fingers then began to venture across your lips, making you open your mouth slightly. “Matt?”

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

“Do you know how long I’ve been imagining your lips, their softness, their taste?”

“What?”, you asked, trying to move your face away again, the burning in your chest increasing, but he placed a hand on either side of your cheeks, preventing you from running away again. He was now sure that you wanted him as much as he wanted you and he wasn't going to let you escape any longer.

You could see his lips approaching you, his breath warming your mouth. And slowly, his mouth touched yours. So soft, so full. When your mouths moved away from each other you could see the concern on his face. You hadn't responded to the kiss.

"Sorry. I shouldn’t have done this.”, Matt said, nerves getting the best of him.

"You shouldn’t?"

“Do you think I should? You didn’t respond to the kiss.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“No, I misread the situation. This shouldn't have happened. I apologize."

“Stop apologizing.”

“But then…”

“But then my brain froze. It's still a little slow. I think I need one more try to see if it can process the situation.” Matt smiled brightly. “Do you see why I ran away from your touch? Because my brain couldn't process everything I felt. And I didn’t like feeling that way, especially knowing that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.”

“And I'm always trying to touch you to feel that same way.” And saying this he advanced on you again, taking possession of your lips once more. This time your hands rested on his chest and he placed his on the back of your neck, his fingers mixing with your hair. His tongue began to gently force its way into your mouth and soon they met in one movement of their own, savoring each moment as if this first time would be the last. When you were running out of breath, he moved away from you and, raising his face a little more, placed a kiss on your forehead, then letting you rest your face on his chest, a smile occupying the lips that just a few seconds ago were his.

“You really are perfect.”, he ended up saying, holding you against him.

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By Your Side - One Shot

pairing/AU: Frankie Morales x female!reader

summary: two idiots

warnings: none really, I don't think,...

word count: 2200+

“Where’s Frankie?”, you heard your boss asking no one in particular.

“He’s not here yet.”, one of the people answered.

“He hasn’t arrived? That’s strange.”, the boss replied. “Ok, thank you. Get back to work.”, he finished, leaving the open space in the hanger where you worked.

You had started working there 2 years ago as a mechanic. It was hard at the time, entering a world ruled by men, always being questioned on you capabilities, on your knowledge, on your strength. But now, after a lot of fighting, and a lot of crying, you were accepted as one of them, one of the guys, and you were grateful for that. There was just one problem. Everyone saw you as one of them, forgetting that you were, in fact, a woman, with feelings, and stupids crushes. Frankie had been one of the few people who welcomed you with open arms since the beginning and, though it wasn’t that that made you fall for him, the proximity that was easily created between you two made it impossible for you not to develop feelings for the man.

He had just finished his divorce when you met him but he never showed interest in another relationship, always blaming himself for the end of his marriage, although he never answered your questions about why he felt guilty for the end of the relationship. One day you just stopped asking. It was in fact none of your business and you were just happy to be there for him whenever he needed someone to talk. He had his friends, Santiago, Will and Ben, but he never wanted to talk about it with them either. Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen as weak in front of his friends, talking about something so intimate as the end of a relationship, you used to thing to yourself. With time you started to become part of his circle, being invited to the bar to have a few with him and his three other friends, to his house to have dinner, to Santiago’s place to watch a movie,... But you were never seen as more than that. And, well, you could handle it, as long as you could be with him, for him. As a matter of fact, you had never had a real relationship, one that lasted at least, so you were used to being alone already.

“Do you know if there’s something going on with Frankie?”, you asked your colleague to your right.

“I have no idea. But he must be fine. He would have told the boss if there was something wrong.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”, you said knowing that it wasn’t true at all. Frankie wouldn’t tell anyone even if he needed help. “He probably just overslept.” The time passed and he didn’t arrive. You were getting worried. You went to the bathroom and tried to call him. No one picked up the phone. You tried again. The same result. You returned to your work station but your eyes never left the clock on the wall, waiting for the end of your shift so you could go to his apartment, to see if he was okay.

At 4pm you grabbed your coat and, barely saying goodbye to anyone, you got in your car and went to Frankie’s house. You got there and started knocking on the door. He didn’t answer. You kept knocking for a good 5 minutes. You were about to giving up when you heard noise inside and, all of a sudden, the door opened.

“What happened to you?”, you asked, worry in your voice.

“Hello to you too.”, he answered, turning his back to you and starting to walk back to his room, letting you in. Once inside, you closed the door, turning around and watching him let himself fall on his bed. He was utterly miserable.

You went after him.

“What happened?”, you repeated the question, seeing him in his bed, under his blankets, pale as a white wall.

“I don’t really know. It looks like it’s a stomach bug. Couldn’t leave my bed all day. Only to go to the bathroom.”

“And why didn’t you answer my calls? I was worried sick.”

“Well, I was trying not to worry anyone.”

“Yeah, that really worked. I would beat your ass if you weren’t already down.”

“I would like to see you try.”

“To beat your ass? I would have no problem. That and a lot of others things.”, you finished speaking to yourself.

“What?”

“I didn’t hear what you said.”

“And you were not supposed to.”, you said ashamed. He looked confused with your answer.

“Y/N, are you blushing?”, Frankie asked looking at your face getting more and more pink by the second.

“Of course not. It’s just really hot in here. But wait a minute.” you said, trying to the change the topic. “You only left the bed to go to the bathroom? What about eating?”

“What for? I can’t keep anything inside.”

“Come on Frankie. You’re too old for that. You know you have to eat something or you’ll never leave that bed.”

“But I can’t stand long enough to prepare anything.”

“And why didn’t you call anyone? Santi? Ben? Will?”

“They’re all working. And they are all terrible nurses.”

“What about your ex?”

“My ex? If she knew I was sick she would just wish me a slow death.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Believe me. And she would be right doing so.”

“You have to stop thinking like that. You’re an amazing guy. Don’t put yourself down.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ok, I may not know what you did or how you were before we met, but for the last two years I got to know an amazing person, an incredible friend and a really sweet man. You have no right of putting yourself down like you do.”, you said. All of a sudden you saw him looking down. You followed his eyes and noticed that he was watching your hand on top of his. When did this happen? You quickly retrieved it, felling your cheeks warm again. “Ok, hum, I’m going to the kitchen to get something for you to eat.”

“You don’t have too. You just left work. You must be tired. Don’t worry about me. Go home. Rest.”

“Don’t you even think about it. We need you at the hanger. The faster you recover the better. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“Don’t intent to.”

A few minutes later you returned with a sandwich and a cup of tea.

“You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to.”

“I already told that I can´t hold anything down.”

“You have to try. The tea will help. And I just started a chicken soup.”

“Thanks. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, of course not.”, you said looking the other way and walking to the windows, opening the blinds.

“What are you doing?”, Frankie almost screamed at you when the sun hit his eyes.

“Don’t think you’ll be here in the dark, with that beautiful day outside. The sunlight will do you good.”

“But it’s so bright.”

“Of course it is. Specially with you being in the dark the entire day. You men are really a bunch of pussies when it comes to your health. Weren’t you in the army? Man up. It’s just a bug. Now eat. I’m going to check on the soup.” And so you left his bedroom. The hours went by and, after having eaten he could feel a bit of his strength coming back, being able to lift himself a bit and resting his back on the pillow, against the headboard of his bed.

“Thank you for being here.”, Frankie finally told you.

“Don’t mention it. That’s what friends are for.”

“No, I’m serious. I would still be half dead if it weren’t for you.”

“Well, I don’t have anyone else to take care so, ...”

“And why don’t you?”

“What?”

“Have anyone?”, he asked looking you in the eyes. You didn’t know what to say, as lost as you were in his warm brown eyes. All of a sudden you looked down.

“I don’t know. I’m one of the guys. Nothing more.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m the only woman in a workplace full of men. They don’t see me as a woman. And that’s good. When they did I wasn’t recognized by my talent. Now I am. If the price for that is to have others forget that I’m a woman I’m fine with that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be. The quality of your work has nothing to do with your gender.”

“Really? Do you ever see me as a woman?”

“What?”

“See? Not even you, my best friend, sees me as anything else than another guy. Isn’t that why you started inviting me to your gatherings and your army buddies? You see me as all the others.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is. Or, on the other hand, you do see me as a woman but as one you could never have interest in. And that’s normal. No one ever does. I’m used to it. So...”

“What are you talking about? Yes, you are my friend, and yes, you fit perfectly with my others friends. But that doesn’t take away your femininity, your sexiness, your...”, you started laughing. “What?”, he asked.

“My sexiness? Really? Ok, the bug left your stomach and is now eating your brain.”

“Yes, your sexiness. The way you receive every new colleague with open arms, the way you're ready to help everyone, ...”

“That’s not being sexy, that’s being nice.”

“Just let me finish, for once.”

“Sorry, go on. Try to make up something else.”

“You really don’t believe me.”

“I’m sexy because I help other people? Really?”

“Yes. And because of the way you roll up your sleeves when you start getting hot, the way you cross your legs in your shorts, the way you move when you walk past me, the way you always have oil in your face without noticing it, the way you put your hair up in a ponytail, leaving just a few strands in your face, the way you smile at everyone with a light in your eyes, always shining.”

You didn’t know what to say or how to react. You never thought Frankie noticed you in that way.

“Stop it. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Say those things. Don’t feel sorry for me just because I said I don’t have anyone to care for.”

“You think I’m sorry for you? I’m just sorry for the fact that you don’t see yourself the way I do.”

“You see me that way? Really? You saw all of that and you never saw the most important thing.”

“What?”

“That my eyes only shine for one person.”, you ended up saying, tears starting to appear in your eyes. Frankie didn’t know what to say. “That’s what I thought.” You got up from the chair you were sitting on next to his bed and grabbed your things. “Sorry for that. I shouldn’t have said anything. You have more chicken soup in the kitchen. If you need anything just call. Bye.” And turned around to leave his room.

“Y/N, stop. Don’t go.”

“Why? You’re better and you were right, I need to rest.”

“You can rest here.”

“Really, do you want me to sleep on the couch instead of my own bed? That’s not much of a rest.”

“No.”, he said while getting up from his bed and slowly walking towards you. “I want you to sleep in my bed.”, he ended up saying when he got close to you.

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you doing?”, you asked with a trembling voice, his mouth closer to yours, his breath warmer on your lips.

“I always felt jealous imagining you smiling like that to other people. But I’m the only one that gets to see that shine in your eyes?”, he continued, looking at you like he never had before. He raised his hands to your face and grab it gently, rubbing his thumbs through your cheeks.

“Nothing, if you don’t want me to.” You tried to answer, to move your head, to push him away. But you didn’t. His lips turned up in the most beautiful smile and, finally closing the gap between the two of you, he touch your lips, softly, licking them, trying to memorize their taste. He looked at you and he saw you with your eyes closed. The moment you opened them he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you and reached for your lips again, full of passion, full of hunger. You put your hands on his chest and, without asking permission, he put one of his hands in the end of your back, and the other one on your neck, pushing you even closer to him. When you were both running out of breath you pushed yourselves apart. Your eyes showcased surprise but your smile didn’t lie.

“Why now?”, you asked.

“Because I was afraid of losing you if I ever tried anything. And you?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long but I’m one of the guys. And you never showed interest.”

“We’re just two idiots.”

“Yes, you are.”, you said, not being able to contain your happiness.

“So...”, he started.

“So...”

“Do you want to spend the night or not?” You answered him by kissing again, your hands lost in the curls of his hair, your chest glued to his, your smile devouring his...

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lotrefcp · 2 months

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So happy for him. One of the best awards seasons ever. 😍

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lotrefcp · 2 months

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And I will always love youuuu!!!

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lotrefcp · 2 months

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Today's Grogu's day. 😚

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lotrefcp · 2 months

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Good Saturday, y’all.

Topic of today’s rant: PEOPLE PRINTING AND SELLING FANFIC & GENERAL FANDOM ETIQUETTE

Profiting from fanfic will ruin it for everyone.

I want all of you who gift us your stories to be safe from lawsuits and beware that your content might be stolen.

Not to be on a soapbox and preaching to the choir but here are.

There are many authors pulling their work off AO3 because people acting on bad faith are printing and binding fics to sell on etsy thus infringing copyright laws. Fanfic has always been a grey area and we are allowed to exist in this grey area because we are not profiting from it. The minute money is exchanged, every party involved is breaking the law.

Why am I complaining about this yet again? Because we might be deprived from enjoying fanfic with the freedom we currently have because the fanfic authors will fear getting sued. If third parties are stealing our work and selling it, publishers and studios won’t care to know who sold it. It is your handle (thus IP address) on the sold fanfic. Because, get this, they are doing downloads straight from ao3 with your usernames.

Manacled is being pulled from ao3 because the author will publish it as a book. People are putting the book at risk by selling printed versions of it on Etsy.

I believe many of us who fall on the 20 years of reading fanfic side rather than on the 20 year olds reading fanfic will remember the Anne Rice days. These are not fully over because her son is carrying on the legacy of suing everyone who writes fanfic of her work. And if I may say, she didn’t invent vampires and should’ve taken many seats. I digress.

I am not sure of the levels of awareness within this community and to what extent it can affect all of us. TikTok is a massive contributor to this problem (as it is to many other problems. Again, I digress) since booktok and the binding folks discovered ao3.

You might think, I only post on tumblr so my content is safe. Well, they are finding their way here too. They cringe because tumblr is for old people but they still make their way here with their bad manners and pillaging behaviour.

I want all of you who gift your stories to be safe, lawsuit free, not lose your content and not be afraid of sharing.

I wish I had a definitive solution to this problem but I can only think of small actions:

report the etsy accounts selling fanfic/fanfic commissions,

report the TikTok accounts selling binding for fanfic work,

go back to the days of putting disclaimers on your notes that you don’t own the characters and you are not profiting from the story.

Tagging some authors* here for visibility so you can cascade to more people. Absolutely no pressure tag.

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