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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Push and Pull (Part 11)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing, trauma and panic attacks

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A few days went by that were pretty uneventful. Daphne had given her intel to Brett and she would wait to hear what he wanted her to do next. In the meantime she just took it easy. Foggy hadn't been by with the food, he'd texted her to say he and Matt had been swamped with cases but that he'd check in when he can. She idly wondered if Matt was just refusing to cook for her after their last run in out of spite but she wasn't going to cry about it. She did miss her regular talks with Foggy though but maybe it was for the best. Being attached to people only led to disappointment in one way or another down the line anyway.

But despite her respite from the masked fiend, today she needed to find him. She really hoped that with Keiran now in hospital and then on his way to jail, that her nightmares would subside and her anxiety that always seemed to be simmering would evaporate. She didn't have much luck though and she hated how this whole thing was still bothering her. She wanted to just be over it and get back to herself 100%. It was the lack of control she felt over the situation that gnawed at her. How easy he'd hurt her, how easy he'd taken her down and cut off her air supply. She'd been seconds away from death. So as much as she didn't like Matt, he was the only person she could think of that might be able to help her. She'd done her own backseat casual investigation of Matt when Foggy had come over during their friendly talks. She'd drop in a question about Matt every now and again. Foggy would answer and then steer clear of the Matt topic. But she got enough information to know what days he frequented Fogwell's gym. The same gym his father used to box in.

She had on some leggings, her black and white vans and paired them with a long sleeve black tee and a zip up hoodie. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she left her backpack and camera, not needing it for what she was hoping to do. She really had no idea how this would go. He could say no and tell her to fuck off, which honestly she was expecting. His hot and cold moods gave her whiplash but she was hoping he'd take pity on her if she was honest with him about why she needed his help. She didn't like him much and loathed sharing a vulnerable part of herself. But if anyone understood the brutality of what she went through and the guilt that plagued her, she figured it would be Matt. She had a lot of pride but she also knew when she should swallow it. In this case, she'd rather bruise her pride a little now with Matt than have it ripped to shreds if she got attacked again.

The air was chilly outside and she tugged her hoodie tighter around herself as she walked briskly to the gym. She'd never been to that gym before, or any really. She wasn't trained in fighting or super into fitness. She just kept herself okay enough to get by with her job. She didn't technically know how to fight but she could throw a punch when needed. It was her sheer stubbornness and self preservation that drove her in those moments when it came to it. Just like her attack at Mr Lee's House. But that almost went very very badly for her and she wanted to be more prepared. She really hoped it never came to it but she was taking precautions either way. She was hoping by taking back some level of control over what happened then maybe she'd be able to start sleeping again. She'd grown tired of Foggy and Brett making remarks about the circles around her eyes.

Once she got to the gym, she stood outside for a moment. She felt a flutter of nerves, knowing that she would need to be honest and open with someone she didn't like all that much. For all she knew he wasn't even here. He should be if he followed his routine but the one thing that prickled at her with Matt was his unpredictability. She pushed open the door quietly and tiptoed inside. It was empty except for the man she was looking for. He was in a vest and baggy shorts, nothing covering his eyes. She was expecting him to turn to her, his senses alerting him she was there. But he didn't. The boxing bag was a victim of the onslaught of punches Matt threw its way, grunting and panting as he did. She couldn't help but stand and watch for a moment. He was so aggressive, graceful yet savage. She found herself admiring it for a moment.

Slapping herself out of a moment of stupidity, she cleared her throat loudly. He stopped punching, his head whipping in her direction and confirming that he had been too absorbed in what he was doing to notice her.

"Daphne?" He asked breathlessly. He sounded genuinely confused but he didn't have the same bite he did the other night so she was hopeful this wouldn't be too painful for her.

"Hey," she murmured awkwardly, moving closer inside. Matt walked over to his water bottle on the bench, gulping it greedily. She watched him for a moment as she gathered the nerve to ask him what she came for. He was all sweaty and his hair was stuck up everywhere. It was slightly endearing. He looked more like a person than the Devil of Hell's Kitchen right then.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as his chest started to calm down with the heaving. Once again he didn't sound mad.

"I uh… I was kind of hoping for a favour," she grimaced. He blinked in her direction, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

"It couldn't wait?" He snorted.

"Not really. I was kind of hoping you'd train me," she blurted. There. She ripped off the bandaid, now she just had to wait for which Matt she would get and figure out how to proceed. He was silent for a moment, lifting his vest up and wiping his face with it. She wouldn't deny she took a peek at his abs. She didn't like him but she never denied he was attractive. She’d told him that the first time they'd met.

"Any reason why?" His voice was devoid of any telltale sign of how he felt so she really had no idea which version of himself he was. That made her nervous. She felt her heart flutter as she folded her arms around herself like a protective cocoon. He seemed to notice as his face softened a little.

"Your attack right?" He asked knowingly. She was grateful one of them had the balls to say it but hated that it hadn't been her. But he seemed to be amicable which was something so she decided to just press on.

"I have nightmares every night. Flashes of… Mr Lee's body and… Keiran's hands around my throat. I thought it would get better once he was caught but...its not," she muttered as her throat tightened. Matt stayed silent as he watched her but she wasn't looking at him. She was frowning at the floor.

"I felt so fucking helpless, Matt. I can throw a punch and I can take a punch. But that… I wasn't prepared. And that lack of control is fucking with me. I hope to fuck I never go through something like that again but if I do, I want to be prepared. That was the second time someone used a knife on me. I don't need to do fancy blackflips and shit, but just basic self defense. Disarming people and getting out of holds," she continued. Her voice was tense and she felt a dull ache in her chest. But she'd gotten it out now, even if he said no at least she tried. When she chanced a glance at him, he was biting his lower lip as he glared at the floor. His whole body looked tense and she started to panic he'd say no.

"Please," she insisted. She hated herself for begging him for anything but she needed this. She needed some semblance of control back in her life so she could go on as normal.

"Alright," he relented. She blinked for a moment before relief swept through her. Maybe it would be awkward but she didn't care in that moment. She smiled gratefully with a nod.

"I'll train you on one condition," he said firmly. She groaned and rolled her eyes, of course there was a condition.

"What is it?" She sighed.

"If I train you, you stop calling me Devilboy," he said seriously. An inelegant snort left her lips, she hadn't expected that to be his request.

"But it suits you," she whined playfully. His lips quirked up as he shook his head.

"That's the deal, take it or leave it," he smirked at her, outstretching one of his wrapped hands. She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly as she walked over, shaking his hand firmly.

"What about Satan spawn?" She asked cheekily and he shot her a dirty look with his unfocused eyes.

"Nope," he replied firmly.

An hour later and she was ready to tear her own hair out, or his, either really. He'd had her warming up on the punching bag to see how she fared. He'd been impressed by how hard she could hit but took great pleasure in criticising her form and how she'd cause more harm to herself with the way she did it. She got better after his advice although she still wasn’t perfect but his nitpicking was starting to chip at her sanity. She knew he was helping but he seemed to enjoy being a little asshole too much.

"Alright, let's go," he said. She furrowed her brow not sure what he was talking about but he tossed her some boxing gloves and put some on himself before he hopped up, climbing through the ropes in the ring. A sly grin crept onto her face. Sparring him would be much more fun, even if she knew she had no chance of winning. Even if he took it easy on her which she knew he would. She climbed into the ring and stretched her neck a little.

"What are we doing?" She asked. He started circling her like a shark with its prey and she found herself following suit as the adrenaline started sparking inside of her.

"Just a free for all. You need to practice on a moving target and learn to dodge," he replied carefully.

They circled each other for a moment more before she threw the first punch, she wasn't surprised when he dodged it way too easy.

"Did you forget everything I just taught you? Fix your form," he demanded. His attitude was fuelling her annoyance and she swung at him again.

"Better. Try again," he muttered. She went to punch him but instead of dodging, he blocked and then pushed her back. Not too hard but she still grunted and almost lost her balance.

"This isn't fair. You're not exactly a normal opponent," she huffed, readying herself again.

"You gonna keep trying or cry about it?" He smirked. Her jaw dropped a little and she swung out again but once again he deflected.

"I thought you said you could throw a punch," he taunted, causing her to purse her lips.

"Against a normal person. Not Daredevil," she scolded with a glare.

"I'm hearing a lot of excuses," he snorted. Her anger was starting to simmer away on the back burner. She swung at him hard but he grabbed her wrist, twisting her and spinning her away from him.

"Do better!" He barked. She threw another punch but she missed as he ducked out of the way, kicking his leg out and sweeping her own out. She landed on her back with an oof. Her chest was heaving and she didn't know if she was more annoyed with him or herself.

She jumped back up onto her feet and rolled her shoulders.

"Maybe you could take it easier on me," she bit out.

"Right. Because if you get attacked I'm sure they'll take it easy on you. No wonder Keiran took you down so easy," he sneered. A white hot rage ran through her at the words.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was deadly calm as her hands started shaking with anger. He just smirked cruelly and gave her a lazy shrug.

"Did you even try to fight back or did you just lay down and take it?" His words made her snap and she lunged at him. She threw out her right hand but as he dodged it she hit out with her left, clocking him right in the jaw. She felt exhilarated she got a hit in. She didn't have time to celebrate as he shoved her instead of hitting her back. He swung his legs out but she moved out the way just in time and she sent a kick to his torso that landed. It barely moved him but it connected.

He laughed, actually laughed and not in a mocking way. It occured to her then he'd purposely pissed her off so much to help her. She should have seen it sooner since pushing people's buttons to elicit a response was her thing. She leaned left to throw him off before quickly weaving right and landing another punch to the jaw. She groaned when his gloved fist landed on her side. It was by no means a full punch but it shocked her since he'd done nothing but deflect and dodge so far.

"You hit me," she muttered with wide eyes. He snorted and tilted his head, unfocused eyes in her direction.

"That's generally how this goes," he smirked. She shook her head with a grin of her own before throwing another punch at him. They spent some more time and he didn't hit her as many times as he could have and she didn't land as many as she wished she had, but she was getting better.

Her chest was heaving after a moment and he leaned against the ropes as he caught his own breath.

"You did good. With practice you'll get even better," he smiled. She stood up straighter and wiped her brow with her arm.

"Was that a compliment?" She snorted, cracking her neck as she walked over and took the gloves off after he did the same.

"I wouldn't go that far," he retorted with a smirk.

"What next?" She asked. She tightened her hair tie and tried to ignore the strays that had flown out during the sparring.

"I'll teach you how to get out of some holds," he stepped closer to her before walking behind her. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

"Alright, if someone comes and grabs you from behind like this..." he put his arm loosely around her neck and she straightened up a little.

"As soon as you feel the arm, you need to push your chin down," he instructed. She did as he said as he brought his other hand up and gripped the other.

"Now grab my arms with both hands and step to the side," one again she did as she was told, soaking up everything he was telling her. He tapped her left arm briefly before putting his hand back in his other.

"With this arm, you'll hit back. Aim for the groin," she raised a brow at his words but she couldn't turn her head to look at him.

"You want me to hit you in the dick now or just pretend?" She snorted. She couldn't see him but she felt a light laugh dance across her neck.

"Just pretend or get my leg right now. But if this was anyone else, the groin," he replied. She hit back, stopping before she made contact.

"So usually, when you do this, the asshole will move like this to grab your arm," he said as he bent slightly and grabbed her wrist.

"But before he grabs you, you wanna elbow up right in the face," she almost asked if she could really elbow him in the face but decided against it. He released her completely and she glanced back to him.

"Ready?" He asked as he looked in her direction. She faced away again and blew out a breath.

"Ready," she confirmed.

He quickly wrapped an arm around her but she pressed her chin down as he'd told her to. Then gripping his large forearm with both hands, she stepped to the right and swung her fist back, not making contact. He went to quickly snatch her wrist but she flung her elbow up, almost connecting. She beamed a smile as he let her go and she turned around.

"That was good. You're a quick learner," he smiled. This wasn't turning out to be as bad as she thought it would.

"Thanks. I'd say you're a good teacher but I'm scared your ego would get bigger than it already is," she smirked and he chuckled at her.

"We'll do one more for today, lay down," he gestured to the floor and she quirked a brow before getting to the floor and laying on her back.

"This one is harder to get out of, there's a lot more steps. But if you practice it then you should be fine," he said as he got on the floor on his knees. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs so her knees were bent and he moved so he was pressed against her. She just lay there curiously for a moment.

"You ready?" He asked carefully. She hadn't really thought too much about just what they were about to do but she nodded anyway. Then his hands were wrapped around her throat. It wasn't tight at all but as he loomed over her, even the featherlight touch around her neck sent her fight or flight into overdrive. His face suddenly morphed into Keiran's and despite no pressure being applied, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Daphne?" Matt faltered, his voice unsure. Something snapped in her and she shoved him off easily since he didn't try to resist her

She sat up, gasping for air as she scooted back until her back pressed against the rope. She had no idea what was wrong with her but her ears started ringing. Matt was talking but he sounded like he was underwater and she couldn't make out his words. Large hands cupped either side of her face and his fuzzy face came into focus. Matt, not Keiran.

"Breathe, okay? You're fine. Just breathe nice and slow for me," he soothed. She closed her eyes, her whole body shaking as she did as he said. She was safe. She knew that so why did she freak out? She felt her face flush in embarrassment and anger at herself for reacting that way as her breathing started to steady. Her body still trembled even when she could now breathe.

"I… uh…" she wanted to say something. Tell him she acted stupid. That she knew she wasn't really in danger and was being dramatic. But no words came out that didn't make her sound as pathetic as she felt.

"It's fine. You weren't ready. We can try again another time," he murmured. His hands left her face and he stood, holding a hand out to her. She took it and let him help her stand. The silence was tense as she wallowed in her embarrassment. She had to freak out over nothing, in front of Matt no less.

"Daphne, if you need to talk-"

"I'm fine," she bit out harshly. She hadn't meant to but she was angry and of course she'd lash out. He bit his lip with a tense nod as she climbed out from the ring. She stalked over to the water fountain and took a long gulp to try and calm herself down. Things were going fine until they weren't. She heaved a sigh.

"Thanks for training me," despite her words and how much she meant them, her tone was still guarded and a little brisk.

"No problem, feel free to come back when you're ready," he replied. She couldn't really read his voice. He didn't sound angry at her. He didn't sound anything. But she knew she'd been a bitch when all he'd done is help yet she couldn't find it in her to say sorry.

She swung her bag over her shoulder before leaving without a goodbye. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to him for help. He had helped though but she loathed feeling so vulnerable in front of anyone. Especially him. She knew her anger was at herself though. She felt so weak and helpless. She knew Matt wouldn't hurt her and she'd freaked out for nothing. The attack seemed to infect every part of her life and all she wanted was to close that chapter in her life and be done with it.

#matt murdock x oc #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock #daredevil x oc #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil

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foureyeswithanicesmile · 3 years

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You’re still the boy that I’d pick.

Some love for my blind bf Matt Murdock because I love him, Mentions of R@pe (you kill rapists), p3dophelia, violence and swearing.

Alluring. Those were the thoughts that preoccupied Matt Murdock’s mind when he first became acquainted with you. Even whilst he couldn’t see you, he new you were stunning. Perhaps it was the Musk and vanilla body spray you layered onto yourself everyday? Or the slower, laid back voice you kept.

However; Matt wasn’t the only person who perceived you as attractive, many men and women of Hell’s kitchen thought you were gorgeous. This was evident when you, Foggy, Karen and Matt went out to Josie’s; No matter how many times you went, the amount of people paying for your drink or asking for your number never faltered.

Whilst you preoccupied Murdock’s mind, somebody else did too. A new ‘ vigilante’ in town who actually went as far as to kill a good number of men. After investigating further, Matt managed to find out the reasoning for such bloody murders. This new ‘guardian’ of Hell’s kitchen killed rapist’s and pedophiles, in the most agonising ways possible.

What Matt also hadn’t realised was that the person doing such actions was the same person he found himself acquainted with almost everyday. The musk and vanilla scent may have gone away during your rendezvous, but your ragged breaths after long moments of fighting gave you away.

“ You’re going to defend the men I kill? You have not a single fucking right” Your voice finally echoed through your mask. Similar to Daredevil, you wore specially made detective gear- allowing him to question if you got it from Melvin Potter.

Matt didn’t want to defend the men you thought were detrimental to kill; but if you continued to murder in the way’s you did- you would’ve easily crossed the line between justice and revenge.

Your sentence was met with silence, the heaving of Matt’s chest signifying thought. He knew you. Perhaps not through any signature scent, but he most definitely knew you.

Before Matt could think about any possible identities, you lunged at him piercingly quick.

You wielded a mallet, instead it was almost comically large. The weight of it meant it could only be wielded by somebody slightly strong- and quick. With his heightened senses, he managed to catch the mallet before it smashed his skull open- him now fighting to keep it steady.

“ You work for Fisk?’ He struggled to ask, your mouth going almost agape through your mask at the sudden question. You managed to throw the man towards the floor with a hefty kick, now using the weight of your weapon to secure him onto the ground.

After stomping the shit out of his shins to the point it was a struggle to move, you raised your foot directly above his face; building the courage to smash it in.

“ Stay the fuck out of my business-Devilboy”.

That’s where he knew you.

You were the person who he found ordering coffee with.

And now here you were, ready to stomp his head in under your military boot.

“ It’s me-It’s me” Matt panted, now ripping the mask off him.

Almost immediately, you stopped. Removing your mallet from his torso and your positioned foot from above his face.

“ Matthew?” you breathlessly gasped, eyes wide and lips parted at the discovery. The melancholy mood now preoccupying the scene certainly mirrored the impending abyss that the dark of night contained.

“ Why would you do this to yourself?” He asks with clear audacity, the loud scoff escaping your lips only signifying your disbelief.

“ These men aren’t just. Don’t defend people I know you wouldn’t dare to.” You requested firmly, the words being directly pulled from Matt’s thoughts. These men did deserve hell, but you were no better by giving it to them in such ways.

“ Torturing and beating men to death isn’t just either. You know that.” He affirmed, now finally managing to get himself up from his position on the floor.

In an attempt to dismiss, he walks over to you, hand attempting to rest on your shoulder. Yet you refused, harshly hitting his hand away from you.

“ You don’t get to touch me. Not in this situation.”

“ So What can I do?” Matt asked, head slightly tilted in confusion.

“ You can leave me the hell alone- Like this never happened.” You now spoke coldly, completely contrasting the tone you used when accepting a compliment on the street- or thanking Josie for the shitty vodka she’d give you.

Matt didn’t want to loose you. Not to the concept and act of revenge.

“ I’m not working for fucking Fisk either- if that gets you out of my hair.” You finally affirmed, the surname almost disgusting you as it left your lips.

“ How do you find these men? You have the same routine day in and day out?” Matt wondered; If it had been anybody else, he would’ve knocked them out and called Brett- but this time, Matt was intrigued by your way of ‘ hunting’.

“ Child pornography tapes. You can hear em, so you visit every shitty brothel- club and bar you can find, until you finally find the fucker.” You announced almost menacingly, relaying any memory you had of luring men to you before murdering.

Matt’s silence only ushered you to attempt to explain.

“ They always go for younger prostitutes- barely legal ones. It’s fucking disgusting Matt.”

Your words only forced Matt to purse his lips together. Your reasonings weren’t unjust whatsoever, but your methods were almost too brutal to justify.

“ You have blood on your hands- blood not even bleach can get rid of.” Matt’s voice cried through the winter gust’s of air, a sigh escaping you afterwards.

“ But It’s not too late. Do what I do-“

You cut him off swiftly.

“ You fight the men you defend. We’re different.”

“ I throw the people who commit crimes into prison, not into graves.”

Your scoff once again became audible.

“ Is that before or after you beat them half to death? I do the job you’re too good to do.” You borderline spat. Matt wasn’t like you, but somehow you were like Matt. It was most likely the sense of taking justice into your own hands.

“ You’re killing yourself in the process. What If you get caught up in something bigger?” Matt spoke with determination, now walking towards you with no sense of aggression.

“ Like you and Fisk? I’m not getting myself caught into shit like that” You shrugged, now leaning against an apartment roof’s door. Matt slowly managed to put the pieces of you being the so called ‘ purifier’ of Hell’s Kitchen.

“ So all those times you came in with aching ribs?those men hurt you?” Matt wondered with concern, you only laughing at the thought of letting nothing but a grimy sex offender beating you up.

“ I jumped out of a burning building that time- burnt an entire brothel to the ground with nobody but freaks in it.”

Your words stung. Not personally, but the thought of you being so proud of your murderous ways completely contrasted your ‘ pretty person on the street’ demeanour you harboured on separate occasions.

“ You don’t mean that- those men were bad but-“

“ But what? They could’ve been taken down by the law? Is that what you think? These men were rich men. They don’t go down so easily Matt.” You spoke truthfully, Matt’s flashbacks of finding the man who killed his father with a fancy house and a new name now preoccupying him.

“ I don’t want to have to throw you in a jail cell, [name]” Matt sighs, now running a hand over his face.

“ So don’t. You decide what happens to me now Murdock” You finally concluded, face almost completely nonchalant for his warning.

“ You could help me. With Fisk with everything” Matt began to propose, his voice quickening when he observed your disinterested expression.

“ Matthew.” You sighed after a few moments, Matt’s body language almost conveying one of a sad puppy compared to your strong stance.

“ Get me killed and I’ll haunt you.”

Matt was joyed, the last thing he needed was you being used as an eventual pawn against him.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were happy that Matt could confide in you especially since you thought of him to be quite attractive- but fighting against the borderline ruler of Hell’s Kitchen brings a lot of struggle.

Clearly, your concern elevated your heartbeat, as Matt now began replacing his hands on your shoulders to secure you.

“ Don’t be worried about this- that mallet could easily do enough damage to whatever we’re up against” Matt assured, your lips slightly raising at the corners.

“ But you can’t kill anybody” He announced, your melodramatic ‘ what?’ filling the cold air.

“ So what? We just knock em out and hope they don’t remember us?” You asked, not moving Matt’s hands from your arms.

“ Yes- exactly that” Matt began to smile as he listened to you ramble about how stupid he was, he thought you were the best thing to walk into his ‘regular’ life, but now knowing that you kept your ways even when wearing a mask and running around the city made you admirable. You were an unbreakable character- unlike what he thought himself to be.

“ That’s so stupid Matthew- I should kill you right here you know that? Hell you might come back with common sense and some sigh-“

Your sentence was muffled by a harsh kiss, Matt’s grip on your arms eventually softening after he noticed your reciprocation. Your hands made their way to his face, in which you held during the cramped, forceful kiss.

Matt’s hands eventually left your arms, now resting atop of your shoulders in order to release himself from your grasp.

When he had pulled away, he noticed how elevated your heartbeat was and by the sound of the quickened bone shifting as you breathed- he could only assume that you wanted a kiss for a while.

“ I’m gonna forget about this and I’m going to head home alright? Don’t wonder around for too long you have work tomorrow.” Matt began to dismiss, now heading back home- a smirk on his face as he noticed your lack of witty comments.

You liked being close to Matt Murdock. Even if you hadn’t shared the same views on the law.

AN: ive been away for ages, its been the first week of school and lord do i have a lot of homework, also im sorta loosing love for titans, the writings getting sloppy and the ships are almost too scattered to be followed

#daredevil #marvel ff #matt murdock #fanfiction

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mazogatheorc · 3 years

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taking name suggestions for my gay little persona bc i dont like devilboy very much on second thought

#devilthey

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lordmesa-art · 6 years

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Hi Folks!! I thought I’d take the #drawthisinyourstyle challenge on with this rendition of @misspaty oc “Devilboy” (for lack of an official name). I came across her work as I was checking out all the #drawthisinyourstyle posts and I dug her characters. I had a lot of fun doing this one and look forward to trying to do some more. Feel free to check out my Speed Illo vid on my IGTV channel featuring the entire illustration process for this piece!! #lordmesaart #misspaty #clipstudiopaintex @clipstudioofficial

#lordmesaart #misspaty #drawthisinyourstyle #clipstudiopaintex

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interrogationspecialist · 6 years

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ecomilk replied to your post: im gonna try watching devilboy crysenior

but so many scenes in the first episodes are….tasteless, to put it mildly

u thoughts need to realize that if there’s the promise of demons im going to bare thru poorly animated nudity

#ecomilk

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Push and Pull (part 2)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing, violence, angst, the usual shit.

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"This is good. Really good," Detective Brett Mahoney said with a nod. He was holding the paper in his hands that Daphne had printed that morning. It was the picture she'd taken the night before. She never really trusted cops before since she knew they were corrupt. But since Fisk was now locked away along with the cops who worked for him, it was better. She wasn't stupid enough to think there were no corrupt cops left but she knew Brett was legit.

She’d taken an interest in the Italians after accidentally stumbling onto some things with her work. Working a case like this felt different to her average cases, it felt like it mattered. But she was a PI, not a fed or a cop. She could gather information until her heart's content but she wouldn't be able to do anything with it. To shut down the Italian's operation she needed to do it legit. Certain things wouldn't hold up in court if they weren't obtained legally. So when Brett asked her to work with them, she agreed. Off the books of course. That's why she hadn't taken anything with her. It wouldn't be legal evidence. But this was the tiniest sliver of proof he needed to get a warrant for them to go in guns blazing and search the place.

"Honestly, after Daredevil went in kicking ass, don't be surprised if they've moved things. But this at least gets a foot in the door," she mused softly. Brett nodded, flashing her a smile.

"It does. This is great, Daphne, really. I'll keep you updated," he said with a nod. They both stood as he felt like he needed to walk her out. He always did this and she wasn't sure why. As they neared the desk, she saw two men talking to the cop there. One had long shaggy hair and the other was blind if his cane and glasses were anything to go by. Oddly enough the blind one's head tilted in her direction and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

"There's my favourite detective!" The shaggy haired one grinned. He was so friendly, she almost heaved. He wandered over and shook Brett's hand enthusiastically.

"Foggy," Brett said politely. Daphne's eyes were glued on the blind man though as he used his cane to come over. Something was itching at the back of her brain as she examined his face. She wasn't sure what.

"And who's this lovely lady?" The one who was apparently Foggy asked. He gave her a bright grin and she wondered what he must have snorted that morning to be so cheerful.

"This is Daphne. Daphne, this is Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock. They're lawyers," Brett said amicably. She gave them a brief smile noting how tight lipped this Matt guy was. How tightly he seemed to grip his cane.

"Nice to meet you guys," she couldn't even help sounding bored. It wasn't even intentional. It didn't seem to phase Foggy though as he continued smiling, glancing over to his friend.

"Nice to meet you too, right Matt?" She carefully observed the way Foggy looked at Matt like he was confused by his behaviour.

"Pleasure to meet you, Daphne," Matt replied with a tense smile. That voice. That itch got worse and she narrowed her eyes a little as she looked at him. They flit around what she could see of his face behind the glasses before it clicked. Oh how it clicked. There was a reason why figuring shit out was what she did for a living but she hadn't expected to just find this out so easy. She hadn't even intended to look into it because she didn't even care that much.

Matt seemed to tense more, his back straightening as he seemed focused on her, even with unseeing eyes. She remembered how perceptive he was. Did he know that she knew? There was no way.

"Well I need to go. Let me know how it goes?" She asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Matt as she looked at Brett. He gave her a smile and friendly pat to the back.

"I will," he replied. Her eyes went to Foggy then as he gave her a nod and she gave one in return. After last night's attitude she didn't even bother acknowledging Matt. She made her way out of the precinct and down the steps.

Her mind was swirling with questions from her new revelation. It hadn't even been that hard to put two and two together. How had he not been caught yet? She wondered if Foggy knew or not. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice someone was behind her until it was too late. Then she was yanked into the alleyway. Once more pinned to the wall by her throat and she couldn't hold back the snort as her eyes landed on the blind man doing it.

"Are you following me?" He practically snarled. She rolled her eyes, much like the night before she didn't struggle in her position. She wasn't scared.

"My life doesn't revolve around you. I was there passing on my evidence," she said sounding annoyed. He didn't let up though.

"Seems awfully familiar…" she trailed off with a sly smirk. His eyebrows rose before he let her go. Even though he didn't have the gift of sight he seemed to watch her warily.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he huffed defensively. She chuckled, cocking her head. He looked spooked somewhat and it was nice after his cockiness from the night before. He clearly hadn't thought coming after her through because if she hadn't figured it out, she would have by now.

"Are you even blind?" She wondered out loud. His head snapped to her then with an offended scoff.

"Of course I'm blind," he genuinely sounded offended and she came to the conclusion he wasn't lying.

"How do you do it then?" She pressed. He looked tense, like he was ready to crawl out of his skin and she was enjoying making him sweat.

"I don't know what you're talking about,” he snapped.

"Yeah you do. You know, beating bad guys up, fighting crime. Honestly it's quite impressive since you can't see," she smirked.

He stopped his pacing and she noticed his hands clenching and unclenching.

"You're crazy, you know that? Have you heard yourself?" His deflections were useless when she could hear that undertone of pure panic. She knew she was right.

"Don't try and gaslight me. It wasn't that hard to figure out I wasn't even looking. I have no idea how you've not been caught yet, Devilboy," she snorted. He looked away quickly, chest heaving a little. She could see he was starting to realise she wasn't letting this go. He was silent and she observed him. He honestly looked ready to have a heart attack and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not gonna rat if that's what you're worried about," she stated with a sigh. His head snapped back to her then as a mirthless chuckle left his lips.

"Right. I'll just take that on faith shall I?" He sneered at her.

"You don't really have a choice. I was serious when I said I wasn't looking. I could give a rat’s ass who you really were. I found out by chance. Believe me or don't, I really don't give a shit," she said seriously. He did the weird head tilt thing for a moment before swallowing thickly.

"And how do I know you won't go right to the cops, or to the papers?" He couldn't hide the faint tremor in his voice. She wondered if this was the first time someone had found out on their own. How that loss of control felt.

"Why would I do that? What would it serve me? I do that, you get locked up. Despite your bad attitude, I actually think you do good things for Hell's Kitchen," she replied honestly. A little begrudgingly if she was completely honest. He made it hard to want to say anything nice about him. He looked confused, his eyebrows furrowing under his glasses. She was bored now honestly. His panic wasn't anything she needed to stick around for.

"Is that all or you wanna pin me to the wall some more?" She snarked. He shook his head, looking rattled and she stepped past him. His hand darted out with impressive precision for a blind man, gripping her wrist tightly.

"If you tell anyone, I will find you," his vague threat only served to ramp up her anger.

"It's not wise to threaten someone who can ruin your life. I have no need to tell anyone, but run your mouth like that and we'll see how fast your life burns down. I wouldn't piss me off if I were you," she growled ferociously. He seemed stunned at first by her words, letting go of her wrist like it burned him. He really needed to wise up and realise just who had the upper hand in this situation.

"Have a good day, Mr Murdock," she gave him a sickly sweet smile even though he couldn't see if. If all her observations were correct he didn't have to see it to know it was there. He seemed to be able to sense everything anyway. She turned on her heel and marched away, the whole thing similar to the night before. She idly wondered if anything did happen to her through her snooping if he'd just let her die. That's what she would do after all. Why would he save her when she had the potential to ruin his life? Oh well. She didn't need him before and she didn't need him now. Even if it came to it, she wasn't one to beg and plead for her life.

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