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[6rookie-writer0110]

Autumn New York

Male Reader x Karen Page

Request - Male reader and Karen page meeting on a train when Karen page falls asleep on Male reader's shoulder.

Karen had a long day at work and it's very late. She walks towards the train station then looks at her watch and she can't wait to go home. She has to wait a while for the train and she sighed, she kept looking at the train schedule. She sits down and she starts to yawn, she looks around and there aren't many people around which she is glad about. 12 minutes later, the train arrived and She looks around for a seat.

“Is this seat taken?” Karen asked.

You look up and moved your headphone away from your war.

“I said if the seat is taken,” Karen said.

“My bad,” You said.

You grabbed your backpack and put it on your lap. She sits down next to you. There aren't many empty seats and she picked the one next to you. You and Karen are sitting really close to each other, you look back at your phone.

Karen yawned again and she is starting to feel sleepy and you are still on your phone.

A few minutes later, she didn't notice that she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Her head falls on your shoulder, you look up and she is still sleeping. You move your shoulder gently but she didn't Wake up. but you let her sleep and your stop is the last one on the train.

Karen wakes up and she almost missed her stop. She stands up and you watched her leave and she did stare at you before she left.

----

The next night, again Karen got out of work late. She walked towards the train station and she waits for it to arrive. She gets on the train and its semi packed. She sees you and sits down next to you and you do remember her, but you don't say anything to her. Karen tried not to fall asleep but seconds later, she fell asleep on your shoulder.

Again you didn't say anything to her. You let her sleep. Before she stopped, she woke up and starts to apologize.

“Sorry, about that I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. And sorry about yesterday too” Karen said.

“You remember yesterday what happened?” You asked.

“Yeah, I do remember that's why I apologized,” Karen said.

“You didn't make me uncomfortable. I was just surprised that's all” You said.

“My name is Karen,” Karen said.

“Y/n,” You said.

“Do you work around Hell's Kitchen?” Karen asked.

“I work in Times Square. Why are asking, are you taking me out?” You said.

“Yeah, I do,” Karen said.

“Oh! That was a joke but sure” You smiled.

You got her phone number. You watched Karen stand up

“Looks like, we get off from work at the same time. So we would see each other more but text me” Karen said.

“I will. Get home safe” You said.

You and Karen smiled at each other then she walked away.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✫

For the past few days, you and Karen have been texting a lot. You get out of work early and grabbed food then went to see Karen. When she comes out of the building with Matt and Froggy, she introduced you to them.

“It's good to finally meet you, Y/n,” Matt said.

“Same. She talks about you guys all the time” You said.

“Oh, that's interesting. Well, she talks about you too” Froggy said.

“You guys should go home now,” Karen said.

Before anyone can say anything, she grabbed your arm and walked away with you. Matt and Froggy just smiled and started to go home. Karen starts to talk about her day at work then she listens to you about what happened at work.

“I got us food, I figured you would be hungry,” You said.

“I am starving. Maybe, you come this time you come to my place?” Karen said.

“Yeah, I would like to go to your place,” You said.

You and Karen get in a cab to get home faster. You set the table and Karen takes out the drinks. You and Karen start to eat and start to talk about movies.

----

You and Karen are on a date and finished watching a movie at the movie theater.

“How about we go to Rockefeller Center?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, we can do that. Do you want to skate?” You said.

“We can try that” Karen smiled.

You and Karen walk to Rockefeller Center while holding hands. You helped Karen put on her ice skates. Now you and Karen hold hands while ice skating. You two are having fun and started to sate a little faster. You almost fell but she wrapped her arms around you and you start to stand up.

“Thanks for grabbing me” You smiled.

“You're welcome,” Karen said.

You lean in and you kiss her on the lips.

“I really like you, Karen” You smiled.

“I like you too, Y/n. So... If someone asked what is our status, I would say you're my boyfriend?” Karen said.

“You can say that. And if your friends asked if you were my girlfriend what would you say to them?” You said.

“I would say, yes that I am your girlfriend” Karen smiled.

Karen kissed you and you start to kiss her back.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✫

You and Karen wanted to do something different on a date night. You and Karen went to do rock climbing and she never did it before.

“Are you sure I won't fall?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, you won't fall. Plus the harness is tight on our bodies. You go up first then I go” You said.

“Y/n, I know you just want to stare at my ass” Karen giggled

“That's pretty much the reason” You winked.

Karen playfully smacked your arm. Karen starts to claim first and she did struggle a little bit. But you put your hands on her waist and she kept going up. Now you start to climb and you catch up to her.

“Having fun?” You asked.

“No, I'm not having fun. I always wanted to try it but now I don't get why people think this is fun” Karen said.

You and Karen laughed. After climbing halfway, you and Karen start to go down. Then you and Karen sit down on a bench and drink water.

Later, you go to Karen’s apartment. Now you are cooking spaghetti and garlic bread with her. While the spaghetti is boiling in the pot, Karen starts to kiss you.

“We have to make sure the spaghetti doesn't get burned” You smiled.

You kissed her then you and Karen continued to cook dinner.

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[ithebookhoarder]

A Whole Latte Love to Give 🍁 (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Description: You hate running late to work as it means you don't have time to stop for coffee - and what's worse, it's your favourite coffee season too.

A/N: It's Autumn and I'm a coffee addict so this felt right 😅 In fact, if anyone brings me coffee in the morning they are automatically my favourite for life 💕

Warnings: Swearing, references to smut, I think that's it.

Masterlist

You hated running late. 

It was frustrating and meant you had to sprint to make sure you made it to the subway on time to get across town to your office. You’d also then end up arriving with your hair all over the place, out of breath, and normally dripping with an uncomfortable amount of sweat. 

That alone would have been bad but when your boyfriend/boss had the super nose of a blood hound, it actually made you want to curl up into a ball and melt into the carpet. 

Needless to say, you were having one of those days today. The alarm hadn’t gone off and you had barely had enough time to put a comb through your hair, let alone grab some form of breakfast, or more importantly, coffee. 

You were embarrassed to admit how heavily you’d come to rely on the caffeinated beverage but honestly? It was all that kept you running most days. Besides, this was New York. People here were used to drinking it like it was water - which is to say you were struggling by the time you made it up the stairs to Nelson & Murdock. Worse still was the fact that you’d passed your favourite coffee shop on the corner as you’d sprinted to make it to your first meeting of the day. 

The bright fall leaves glued in the window were mocking you as they declared the arrival of the season and with it, their drinks menu - including your favourite drink of all time: a pumpkin spice latte.

Yeah, that particularly stung as you had to physically drag yourself away, knowing you didn’t have the time. Damn it. 

You’d have to wait til lunch to treat yourself and mark a start to your favourite season - a thought that had you grumbling to yourself as you finally made it up the stairs and to your office. 

Thankfully, it was quiet when you pushed the door open and managed to drop your bag at your desk. No clients were sat waiting for you, ready to berate you for clocking in a whole five minutes late, which was a huge relief. 

In fact, the only other person who appeared to be in the office at all was Matt - and even he seemed to have only just arrived, given the fact he hadn’t even taken off his coat yet. How strange. Normally he’d have been here a good twenty minutes or so already, having barely stopped long enough at his apartment for a quick power nap. 

Maybe he was also running late this morning?

“Morning, Matt,” you sighed, by way of greeting. “Sorry, my stupid phone didn’t charge last night so I missed my alarm. I only woke up because the asshole builders outside my place decided to start construction a whole hour earlier than normal, which is a pain but kinda saved my ass in the end. I mean, thanks to them I at least had time to brush my teeth but that was it if I was going to make the subway- Oh!“ 

You stopped. 

You stared down at your desk, surprised to see the steaming plastic cup sitting waiting for you. You were even more surprised to see your name scribbled on top, as well as your order printed on the side: a large Pumpkin Spice Latte. 

“Is this for me?” you blinked, turning your gaze across the room. “You got me coffee?” 

“I figured you wouldn’t have time,” Matt shrugged, in true Matt fashion. He always underplayed it whenever he did something for you. He never saw it as a big deal, whether it was taking a bullet for you or just grabbing your dry-cleaning. “You’re always in before I am unless you’re alarm fails to go off so… I grabbed you a coffee when I grabbed myself one. Don’t worry about it.” 

“But … you got my favourite? You remembered?” 

Matt laughed, holding his hand over his chest as he gasped in mock hurt. “Your surprise wounds me, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, hush. It takes more than that to hurt the big bad Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, Matty.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. You’re kind of my weak spot.” 

His admission tugged at your heart and it was hard to hide the resulting grin, especially when he followed the words by stealing a kiss and pulling you into his arms. 

This was always the best part of your morning routine, stealing a moment together before Foggy and Karen arrived. Just a perfect moment of peace, where nothing else existed other than the two of you. It was as if the world had stopped, just for a second, and there was no crazy crime bosses trying to kill you both, bills to pay, or clients in need of your help. 

You were simply two people in love, starting another day at work with a cup of coffee. 

“Have I told you today that you’re the best?” you hummed.

“Not today, I don’t think.” 

“Well then, I’m telling you now. You’re my hero - my coffee grabbing hero.” 

“At your service,” Matt chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But, you do know there’s an easier solution to this, right? One that would cut your commute in half and allow you ample time to get coffee in the morning?”

“Oh, what’s that? Super speed? Or are you going to show me how to parkour my way across rooftops?” 

“Actually… I was thinking you could move in with me?”

You stopped. 

Your head lifted so you could look him right in the eye. For a second you couldn’t tell if you’d misheard him or even just imagined it. “Are - are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he teased, his nerves showing as he waited for your answer. “Which is incidentally what you’ll have if you keep on drinking nothing but coffee all the time.” 

“You are such a hypocrite, Murdock-”

“So what? That a deal breaker?” 

“No,” you gasped, meaning every word. It was true. There was no force on earth that could drive you away from the man you were blessed to call your own. “I think, that actually sounds like a pretty good idea to me.”

“Wait, is that a yes?”

“Yes, Matt. It’s a yes.”  

It was about a week later that you finally made the move a reality. 

You spent the Saturday, assisted by a giddy Foggy and Karen, moving your boxes up the flights of stairs to Matt's apartment. They were only too eager to facilitate the pair of you finally moving in together (a fact proven by the fact you caught Foggy handing Karen a $50 bill. She had apparently bet you'd move in together before the end of the year).

"I had you down for six months ago," Foggy had grumbled, rolling his eyes at Karen's triumphant cheers. "Not my fault you two move at the pace of a glacier."

Still, you knew he was only joking. He was second only to Matt in his enthusiasm, helping move your worldly belongings about the apartment that was now also your home.

"I'm just going to run down and grab the last box from the van," you called, stepping out into the hallway and leaving the three of them to it.

However, you'd only made it a step when you heard someone calling your name.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

You turned and smiled at the kindly elderly woman who you knew to be Matt's closest neighbour. "Hi there, Mrs Manning."

You'd run into her a few times since you and Matt had started dating. She was a kind old soul who had been widowed sometime last year. Now, it was just her and her cat Tigger who resided in their apartment - and she had a real soft spot for your boyfriend.

"You doing ok?"

"Fine, thank you, dear," she smiled, gesturing to the few cardboard boxes still sat by the front door. "Those yours?"

"Uh, yes," you nodded awkwardly, sliding your hands into your pockets, “I’m actually moving in.”

"Well, finally. It was about time," she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Now I can have you both over for dinner. It'll be nice for me and for that darling boy in there to have some company. He always spends too much time alone. I swear, he is wasting away - never any meat on those bones of his."

"We'd love to come to dinner," Matt answered smoothly, opening the door and popping his head out with a stealth you still couldn't get used to. He must have heard you talking from the other side of the door. "And don't worry, Mrs Manning, we'll both take good care of each other."

"Good good - and don't worry, I'll have my music playing nice and loud for most of the night so make all the noise you need," she teased, winking cheekily at the pair of you before turning back towards her apartment.

You and Matt were left standing there, speechless.

"I'll see you lovebirds later."

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[goldenlikedayl1ght]

moon song - m. murdock

a/n: oh boy. uh. thanks for all the love on my last fic, so i decided to give you an incredibly angsty fic. this one is for all my male readers but honestly i want everyone to read it so. as always, reblogs, feedback and comments are always appreciated! warnings: internalized homophobia, cursing, infidelity, angst, hurt/no comfort, casual homophobia (teasing not anything insane) catholic guilt and symbolism, bisexual karen page, i'm not an elektra anti, making out, alcohol to cope, reader has a lot of coming out moments word count: 3.4k summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you? pairing: matt murdock x male!reader now playing: moon song - phoebe bridgers "and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands"

You’re in Josie’s when they realize. It’s like any other night, Foggy to your left, Karen to your right, as you watch Matt and Elektra play pool together. You take another swig of your whiskey, and tap your fingers on the glass, desperately attempting to try and listen to what Karen and Foggy were laughing about.

Two more weeks. That’s all you have to do.

In two weeks, Matt and Elektra will be married, and that’ll be that. They’ll live forever in their New York penthouse, fighting criminals and having beautiful children. That is their fate, and you’ll give your best man speech at their wedding.

All will be well, and you can bury your feelings deep down under alcohol and other women. No one will ever know what you really think of the happy couple.

You’re happy when Matt beats her at pool and they head back over to your table, where they absolutely hang over each other.

“We’re gonna head out.” Elektra says, a slightly drunken smile on her face. Matt hums and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Meeting with the florist tomorrow.” Matt tells you all.

“I’m going to grab another drink,” You announce, and look at them. “One for the road?” Matt smiles at you, and for a moment, you think he must know.

“I’ll come grab one with you.” He turns to Elektra to ask if she wants one, but she shakes her head.

“I have to finish this one.”

So, you and Matt head over to the bar, his hand on your arm. You wonder if he knows.

“You seem distracted,” he tells you, and you figure you’re caught.

“Just working on my best man speech. It’s all up here.” You tap your forehead. You order two shots for the pair of you and take them quickly with your best friend. “Getting excited?”

“Yeah, it’s just kind of crazy. I’m nervous, is all.. And she seems to be totally fine with the whole thing.”

You bite back a bitter comment about both of their commitment issues.

“I think she’s just as nervous as you are.”

“I can hear heartbeats. Trust me, she’s not.”

“But you’re in love with her, right?”

If you weren’t so drunk, maybe you would catch his moment of hesitation.

“Yeah.”

“Then what more do you need?”

“You’d marry someone just because you’re in love with her? That’s all you need?”

Not just someone. You know who you’d marry.

“That’s all I need, Matty. You think too much. Have another shot.” He laughs at this and pats your shoulder.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“Says you, I’m a bachelor, still.”

“So am I—For the next two weeks.”

“And yet,” a voice says behind you, “You’re still accounted for.” Elektra says, approaching the pair of you at the bar.

You both turn to her. You’re drunk enough so you don’t tense.

She hands Matt his jacket, and they link arms. Jealousy fills your mouth, and it tastes like venom.

“Elektra.” You smile and nod to her.

She says your name before adding, “Have a goodnight.”

“Goodnight.. Get home safe, Matt.” You say, smiling at them as they leave.

You turn back to the bar, where your smile falters. You take a seat, resting your head in your hands. You’re not drunk. That’s not what this is. When you look up, Josie is there and hands you another whiskey on ice and sends you this knowing wink.

Your face burns, and you nurse your drink. What did she know about your life? You only spent every Friday and sometimes Saturdays here. You sit there in your pity for a while, thinking about it all. You’ll plan a vacation for when they get home from their honeymoon. You’ll fuck someone you’ll never see again and by the time you get back home, you’ll be over it.

You’ll be the godfather to their first child; Matt will be the best man at your own wedding. You’ll live the rest of your life with this deep dark secret that no one, not even your best friend, will ever know.

Except, you forget that Karen and Foggy are in the bar too. They slide into the seats next to you and just look at you for a while.

“I might be tipsy, and I might not have super senses, but I can tell you’re looking at me. What is it?” You finally pick your head up and look at them.

“I figured it out.” Karen says.

You’re too drunk for this.

“Figured what out, Miss Page?” You ask.

“Me too,” Foggy adds. “And to think, you almost had us.”

“What?”

“The bachelor life. The one-night stands. The constant rotating door of girlfriends because you can’t have the one you actually want.” She continues.

You feel sick. How did they know?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, as neutrally as possible but it comes out defensive.

Then Foggy says it.

“You’re in love with Elektra.”

And you stop. They think they have you. Then, you start laughing. Like a crazy person, like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. God, it’s so dumb. You’re just that good at hiding it.

“Nice try, guys.”

“We saw the way you were looking at her while they were playing pool! That’s why you’ve been acting so weird since they got engaged.” Foggy reasons. You know what it looks like.

You took another sip.

“That’s because I’m not in love with her,” Elektra is intelligent, beautiful, and funny. Anyone would be lucky to have her, you’re sure. But you hate that she’s happy for another reason. “It’s because I’m in love with Matt.”

• • •

You’re nineteen years old. You work at a pizza place between semesters, with Matt often coming to visit you. You’re best friends, and he likes to come in, grab a slice and a diet coke, have you take your break with him, and then leave.

One day, he’s late to do this routine and an older coworker says to you, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Your face burns.

“He’s not my boyfriend, asshole! I’m not gay, I wouldn’t ever dream of it!” You had said, a story you’ve told others and yourself so many times that it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore.

Matt walks in a few minutes later.

The truth is, if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve had feelings for Matt for a long time. Ever since you met him at church one Sunday, you’ve felt this need to be closer to him, to be with him all the time.

You knew what it was then, just like you know now. And just like now, you hated yourself for it.

But it got worse over the years, in a way that you just couldn’t push down like you had done for so many other people.

You became a nurse and when Matt became Daredevil, he used this fact to his advantage. And for a long time before this, you were able to keep how you felt about him at bay. You were able to just be his best friend, and nothing more.

But he crawled into your window one night, drunk on pain and whimpered as he asked you to stitch him up. By the time you were done, he laid there half naked on your couch, and your hands were covered in his blood.

You felt guilty for wanting him while he lay there, wounded. But in another way, you felt baptized, relieved that you were allowing yourself to accept a truth that you had denied for so many years.

And it got worse from there.

After admitting to yourself that you had feelings for him, it became prevalent that there was no going back.

You stopped by the office for lunch this one time and you walked into his office to see him lounging casually at his desk, tie half undone, sleeves rolled up, and hair slightly disheveled. You scolded yourself for being so into him.

And then he got back together with Elektra.

For a while, you figured this was a good thing. A great thing, even. Matt would date Elektra and you could move on, maybe admit to yourself that you liked guys and start dating more of them.

And it worked, for a little bit. It was easier to not love him when he was around Elektra because of how obviously happy he was with her.

Then they got engaged.

You were so angry at yourself for letting it happen, so angry at yourself for not saying anything, angry at him for not noticing, angry at him for not wanting you.

So, you started to date other girls.

And this is how you lived for so long, dating women you didn’t like in favor of burying the immense love you felt for your best friend. Until last week, when you broke up with your girlfriend because you just couldn’t take it anymore.

There would be no telling Matt, sure, but there would be no telling anyone how in love with him you were, there would just be you, coming out and dating men that eased the longing for him.

Until that night at the bar, when Foggy and Karen catch you in this vulnerable state.

They walk you home from the bar that night, as you slip into a drunker and drunker mind. You won’t remember anything after that confession in the morning.

Karen hands you your pajamas and a glass of water. She helps you into bed and holds you as you cry.

“Will he ever know how much I love him?” You ask, drunk and in a different pain Matt was in that night you stitched him up.

Karen shushes you gently and tells you she’ll call you in the morning.

You don’t remember saying that in the morning. All you know is that you’ve made an immeasurably stupid mistake by telling them.

• • •

On Monday, you have off because you worked a 12-hour shift the night before.

Foggy sends you a text asking you to bring them dinner while they work on some cases.

You oblige, ready to push down your feelings until the next time you’re drunk.

But when you get there, you don’t see Matt. You assume he’s in another room, grabbing coffee. You hold up their dinner.

“Hey guys, I brought Chinese.” You tell them, sitting at the table after handing them the bag. You lean back in your seat, keeping your cool.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’re in love with Matt?”

You snap back up.

“I’m sorry, can you be a little more discrete, considering the man has super hearing?!”

Karen rolls her eyes.

“He’s not here. He left a little while ago to go pick up his tux.”

Your jaw clenches, jealousy sewing the hinges shut.

“I didn’t even realize you were into guys.”  Foggy says.

“That was intentional. I never really.. developed feelings for any other guys. Matt is just..” You look down at the chopsticks you’ve been twirling in your fingers. “I just see him and there’s nothing I want more than to just have him, nothing more than to just beg him to want me.”

Karen and Foggy both know the feeling.

Because it’s no secret that Matt is this alluring force of nature especially when it comes to his charisma and determination. Everyone either wants him or wants to be him, and its why Elektra is so perfect for him. They’re similar people.

And who are you? Some nurse who can’t even admit when he’s got it bad for his friend.

“You should tell him before the wedding.”

You scoff at the idea.

“And ruin our friendship? Ruin his wedding day? I’d rather see him happy and oblivious than lose him completely.”

But Karen and Foggy know you well and can see how this is starting to wear on you. You’re losing yourself grieving something that could never have been.  

“You owe it to him and to yourself.”

“I don’t. I know you guys’ care, and I appreciate it. But there isn’t anything to do. Matt and Elektra are going to get married because they love each other and that’ll be that.” You tell them. “Matt won’t ever know how I feel, and I’ve made peace with that. He wouldn’t want me and I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“But how do you know—” Karen starts, but you cut her off.

“Matt’s never expressed any interest in men, and to my knowledge he’s never been with any.”

Then, Foggy says something that haunts you.

“That’s what we thought about you before Friday.”

And it rattles within you, all throughout your body and your brain.

It stays with you throughout the night, and into the next day.

You can’t get it out of your head.

Maybe you could tell him. Just tell him and add on if he doesn’t feel the same, to forget you ever said anything.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself hope.

You lay in bed that night and fall asleep thinking about it. About if he’ll say yes, if he’ll kiss you like you wanted him to.

You spend days with this thought, with it rattling around. One day you wake up and are greeted by your calendar and see that the wedding is the next day.

You’re sick with nausea at the thought and realize how horrible of an idea it would be to tell him.

You pretty much spend all day, sick, staring at your suit and thinking about how horrible it would be to watch Matt get married to someone who isn’t you. In the church where you met. Not even knowing how much you want him.

You contemplate your options.

You could go to Elektra, beg her to call off the wedding and let you have him.

You could fake being sick, leave the country and block his number.

You could tell Matt the truth.

You opt to call Karen.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say, this vulnerability in your voice that you wouldn’t show normally.

“Oh..” She says your name softly. “Do you love him?” She asks.

“Karen..”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. You know I do.”

“Then tell him that.”

“What if he wants nothing to do with that?”

“Then at least you know.”

And then you ask her the real question that terrifies you.

“What if he does?”

“What?”

“What if he wants me like I want him? What do I do then?”

She wants to ask you, who cares? If Matt wants you just as desperately as you want him, what matters after that? But she felt this way towards Matt Murdock once, so she knows how horrible it is. And she’s fallen in love with women she can’t have before, so she understands.

“Then let yourself be happy.” Is her answer.

• • •

The day of the wedding comes.

You think you might be more nervous than either of them.

You sit with Foggy and Matt in the basement of the church, sipping a whiskey. Matt has his scotch, and Foggy has his rum. The lot of you have rather distinguished tastes.

Matt looks so fucking good. Your heart races. Foggy sees your nervous look and finishes his drink, clearing his throat.

“I’m gonna go check in with Marci and see how everything’s going so far. We have to be up there in ten.” He reminds you. He turns and leaves.

You’re with Matt, alone in your feelings. He’s fixing his cuffs and tilts his head towards you.

“Why is your heart racing?” He grins. “I’m the one getting married.” You say nothing. You take another sip of your drink.

“You’re reading it all wrong.” You tell him. And that isn’t a lie. You’re on the verge of saying it.

“Whatever,” He chuckles. “Help me with my bowtie, please?” He hands you the untied bowtie and you take it. You take it and step towards him.

Your hands are shaking as you wrap the bowtie around his neck and tie it, with this gentleness reserved for only those who truly know you. You can feel his breath against your skin. It’s enough to make you lose your mind. Your fingers fumble with his bowtie, and when you’re done, you straighten it out a bit. He looks really good. He’s yet to close his suit jacket and put on his glasses, but he will soon.

“Matt..” You say softly. “You know I feel about you, right?”

He pauses.

“You’re my best friend.” He hums. “Of course, I do.”

Your hands rest on his shoulders. Your fingers twitch.

“No, It’s more than that.” You tell him. “I love yo—” You’re unable to finish your confession.

Because Matt is kissing you, his hands on your sides, and pushing you against the church basement wall. You melt into the kiss, your hands going up to cup his chin. You feel this swell inside of you, like your prayers have been answered.

Kissing this man you love; you’ve never felt closer to God.

He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and pressing his body against yours, ruining your perfectly unwrinkled suit.

He kisses you for a few moments more.

Then, he pulls away, but you bring him back for another one by his collar, and he happily obliges. Your hand goes up to the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. Then, he pulls away again.

“That was…”

He stands breathless before you.

“I know.” He finishes.

“What happens now?”

He has this confused look on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do we do next?” To you, it’s so obvious. He should go find Elektra, call everything off, figure out what it would look like to be in a relationship with you. He should say I love you back.

“I’m going to go upstairs and get married.” He says, like it should be the obvious answer.

“What? But you just—”

“I know what I did, but… I can’t…”

“You can’t? You just did.” You defend.

He grabs his glasses where he set them on the coffee table earlier.

“I’m sorry, but we just.. We can’t.”

“No! Not we, there is no we, right now, You can’t! I have been waiting for that for years and you kiss me like that, and you decide you can’t?” You spit out.

He nods.

“You’re right.” For a moment, you live in a world where you’ve convinced him. “There is no we.” He says and turns to the door to leave. You follow him, and before he can open the door, you’re grabbing him, turning him around. Your lips are against his as if to beg him to change his mind. He lets you think you’ve convinced him.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you whisper it out.

“I love you.” You say. “Please, don’t…”

He wants you to ask him not to get married. You won’t. He’d say no anyways.

He steps away from you, buttons up his suit jacket, fixes his bowtie and puts on his glasses.

“Come on, we have to go.” He tells you. He turns and steps out, grabbing his cane on the way.

He leaves you longing for more.

He might not ever give it to you, you realize.

The ceremony is beautiful, and these two will be happy together. It kills you. You watch your best friend get married after kissing him, and something in you is breaking all the while. You were wrong.  You should have told him earlier, you should have gotten over your fears, you should have kissed him so long ago.

You book a flight to the Bahamas for two weeks and take off work or as much time as you can. You just can’t watch the happy newlyweds. It’ll break you even more than it already is.

But at least you and Matt are still friends, right? That’s what this was all about? Keeping him in your life, even if it meant not having him in the way you wanted? You’re willing to give up your happiness if it means he’ll stay in your life.

You’re frustrated, too, especially because the kiss did nothing to deter your attraction, it just makes you want him in such a way that makes you sick.

You’re in love with Matt Murdock and he knows it.

It’s a shame his wife doesn’t.

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[skullsandwhiteroses]

Look, I’m not saying that Kastle cured my depression and solved all my problems. All I’m saying is that Deborah Ann Woll is once again playing Karen Page on a show that is also featuring Jon Bernthal playing Frank Castle and suddenly all my self care got a whole lot easier.

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[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 15)

Chapter Fifteen: Sunday

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt wake up on Sunday and talk about what's happened and where to go next.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, unprotected sex.

A/N: Thank you all for being here since I started this fic in July. This has been my favorite Matt Murdock fic I've written because of the time and planning I put into it. If you've left a like, or reblog, or a comment on here, THANK YOU. It means the world to me to write fanfic and share it with people who want to read <3 Here is the final chapter of Blind Faith. I hope you like it!

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Hell’s Kitchen

You stayed with Matt the whole weekend, and the whole weekend seemed to go by just as fast as it had come. One moment, you’re on your way to a date. The next, you’re blacked out and waking up in your savior’s apartment which actually turned out to be your boss’. Yeah, you could say you’ve had a long weekend. 

Your body felt fully recovered from the drug’s side effects, but it was your mind that still needed healing. Despite being saved from that terrible nightmare, you now were taking what you experienced with you everywhere. If it wasn’t you who poured a drink, you wouldn’t have it. 

Sunday. 

Bright and dry. Unlike the previous day’s weather of wet, stormy, and dark. 

And of course, the breaking news on Saturday morning. 

You didn’t want to spend more time than you needed to on him, but when you saw the breaking news flash across WHIH’s channel, your heart dropped. Zack was found by police and arrested for illegal drug possession. It occurred to you that you hadn’t seen him since the start of that dreadful night, so to see the footage of him knocked unconscious and bloody, tied to his dining room table, you froze. As soon as the image came on, Matt shut the TV off. 

Now, Sunday, you lay in Matt’s bed, with Matt beside you. Sunlight shone through his windows and onto the bed, lighting up the bottom half. You stretched under his silk blankets. 

Your legs felt sore from all the sex you had with Matt, which was going to be quite unforgettable once you’ve left. You looked around his living room through the half-opened sliding door and put it to memory: the brown, ratty leather couch. A mismatched dark blue chair. A light gray patterned rug. The brick walls. This bedroom that you’ve committed to memory of how soft his silk sheets felt on your skin just as you’ve committed to memory of the way he kissed your entire body.

You felt your heart flutter at the memory of Matt pulling you roughly against his body the night before. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled gently for his lips to find their way to your neck. Matthew, whispering in your ear that he’s wanted this for so long—he’s wanted you for so long. 

And there he was, doing it all over again. 

“Come here,” he murmurs half asleep, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. 

He didn’t leave your side once this weekend, and you didn’t want him to. Mostly because you weren’t sure if you’d ever have another weekend like this. A weekend with him. Being with him in general. 

It was a question the two of you were avoiding after that first night: where do we go from here? 

You’ve certainly spent most of the time thinking of this. And you were afraid too much had happened for you and Matt to take things any further. But you haven’t said this to him…because you thought you wouldn’t be able to get the words out. 

You’re damn near close to tears even thinking of it. And you know Matt can sense them in the air. He doesn’t ask you why you’re crying. He just pulls you even closer to his chest and kisses your head. He brushes his fingers through your hair. And you want him, just one more time. Once more, before Sunday is over. 

Matt slowly drags his fingers down your back, slipping under the blanket. He traces over your ass and presses one finger on your wet pussy, a way to ask permission.

You nod your head against his chest, gripping his shoulders. 

Matt gently pushes a finger inside your velvety wetness, feeling your pussy tighten around his finger. He pushes deeper inside you, wiggling his finger to find your sweet spot. He knows he found it when you squirm in the bed and shudder against him. 

“One more time,” you whisper.

You’ve wrapped your legs around Matt’s waist and straddled him in one swift movement. The silk blanket slips off your body, exposing yourself in front of Matt again. 

Matt gasps as he feels your wetness coat his lower abdomen, not quite where he needs you most. His cock is swollen hard under the sheets, and he can hear his own heart beating hard in his chest. You lower your face and kiss him deeply, letting his tongue enter your mouth and lick your teeth. He places a hand on your neck and you place yours on top of his, encouraging him to squeeze lightly, and he does. You move the same hand over your right breast, and he feels how hard your nipple is against his palm. He moves his hand in a kneading motion.

Matt can feel and smell your wetness in the air, it makes him feel an intense need in his chest. You slowly inch your way down and rub your soft pussy over the length of his hard cock. Matt rocks against you and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging. 

You reach for his cock and line it with your pussy. Bracing yourself for the pain, you slowly inch down the length of him, feeling his size stretch your tight pussy until you were completely wrapped around him. You feel full and feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach. 

“Oh, God,” you whine as you feel Matt’s cock fully inside you. You begin to rock back and forth on his cock, the more you do, the more you need to feel him all around, like an itch needing a desperate scratch. Matt bucks his hips up into you, bucks his cock hard into your pussy, feeling you clench his hardness. 

“You feel like heaven,��� Matt breathes out, letting you bounce on his cock fast and then slow. You slowly lift your pussy off before coming back down hard and feeling the tip of his cock touch that spot deep inside you. And you keep doing it again, and again, and again, bouncing as much as you need to feel him. 

“Mm,” you moan feeling your pussy clench tightly around Matt’s cock. You tilt your body backward and Matt reaches his hands to cover your breasts. He kneads them and bucks his hips into you, pushing his cock deeper. 

“That’s it,” Matt says in a guttural voice. 

He knows you’re about to come by the way you’re moaning and breathing so fast, so fast he almost doesn’t hear you asking him to come inside you again. 

“Matthew,” you say breathlessly as you keep bouncing on his cock. 

Matt places his hands on your waist and rocks you back and forth on his cock for you, as you’re losing pace from going too fast. You come all over his cock and moan so lightly, it causes Matt to finish at the same time, filling you with his hot come, and feeling it gush inside your pussy. He holds you still as he feels his cock pump come one, two, three, four times so deep, you shiver and fall against his chest. 

“God,” Matt moans against your ear, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for one last drop inside you. It feels so good to come in you, to feel that tightness in the pit of your stomach, to feel Matt’s warmth fill you. It leaks out a lot, you spread your legs and feel Matt slide out of you and the familiar empty feeling of his size leaving you. You practically collapse on the bed again and watch as Matt finds a towel to clean you with. 

You’re shivering in the bed from your orgasm, and Matt takes no time in holding you against him again, as you come down from your high. 

“Was this all a good idea?” You find yourself asking breathlessly against his pillow. Matt’s next to you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“What?” 

“What we just did.”

“You mean, what we’ve been doing all weekend?” He smirks. You want to wipe it off, but you feel a shiver down your spine as you imagine him covered with a black mask. It was still strange that it was him. 

“Yes,” you say. You’ve come to peace with Matt being your savior, but you weren’t sure it was something you could live with. Perhaps, now was the time to ask Matt: where do we go from here?

“Doesn’t seem like it was necessarily a bad idea,” Matt says lowly, referring to your wetness. You move to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t have found out what we would miss,” you simply say. 

Matt’s gaze moves to you, his brows furrowed. He reaches over to caress your chin, to guide you to look at him. 

“What do you mean?” He asks. But deep down, Matt knows exactly what you mean. 

“Tomorrow is Monday, Matthew,” you state plainly. “Tell me, do Karen and Foggy know you’re Daredevil?”

“Yes,” he answers. 

“Do they know I didn’t know?”

After a small pause, he nods. “Yes.” 

“How in the world do you expect me to walk into work tomorrow after a weekend like this? After they find out about us?”

“They won't think of you differently,” he shakes his head. “They’ll think of me differently.” 

“Matt,” you bite your lip, looking at his hazel-brown eyes. There was a time you were dying to know what his eyes looked like behind those dark red glasses. There was a time you were dying to know who he was behind that mask. “Think about what’s happened—what I’ve been through. We’ve been having this affair since the beginning of summer. We didn’t talk for a month, except at work, before I knew you were you. Friday, I was drugged and you saved me.” 

Matt clenches his jaw at the memory of Friday night. It makes him want to bring you closer to him again. But he doesn’t. 

“Then, I find out the man I’ve been seeing in secret was right under my nose all along,” you explain. “This is a lot for me. I can’t just pack it up and move on,” you reach over and gently run your fingers along his jawline, because this may be the last time you’ll ever be this close to Matt Murdock. 

“So what does that mean for us?” Matt asks, although he knows the answer inside. 

“It means, after today, that’s it. I’m going to resign from Nelson & Murdock tomorrow. I’ll write Foggy and Karen a letter and say—“

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll tell them.”

“They should hear from me,” you gently argue. 

“They will. But I will tell them everything.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “that saves me the awkward part of telling them I’ve been hooking up with you.” 

Matt smiles a little, but it quickly fades as your words echo in his ears. After today, that’s it. 

“Is it really over?” Matt asks. “After I finally reveal myself and we have this weekend, that’s it?” 

“Think about what it took for you to finally reveal yourself, Matt,” you whisper. “Look at how we ended up here.” 

As much as it pained him, it was true. What right did he have, after everything he’s put you through? 

“Okay,” he nodded. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s not that I want this to be the end,” you said in frustration, wishing he would understand what you were trying to say. “You’re all I’ve wanted this entire time.” You covered your face with your hands, feeling tears brimming your eyes. Why did it have to hurt so much, to make a tough decision like this? 

“I just—I don’t have the same faith I once did before,” you cry softly. “And I want you so bad. I want more weekends like this, I want to be with you, but—“ 

“Too much has happened,” Matt finishes your sentence, trying to remain composed. “I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s okay.” 

“Then why am I still crying? Why does it feel like this?” You wipe your tears away and look around his room again—your safe haven for the weekend. You didn’t want to go. 

“Because what I did to you wasn’t fair,” Matt says softly. “I ruined what could’ve been for us. I have to live with that. Not you,” Matt reaches over and places his hand on your cheek, urging you to look at him. He wipes a tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek. “Not you.” 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

After your conversation, the two of you lay in his bed for a few more hours until you decided the longer you stayed, the harder the goodbye would be. You took a shower in his apartment and changed into the clothes his nurse friend left for you. When you finally gathered your things, Matt was waiting quietly on his couch.

“Ready?” He asks. 

“You don’t have to take me home, Matt,” you said, sucking in your tears. “I think it’s best I get a cab.”

“I want to make sure you’ll be safe.”

“I will,” you promised. “Please, Matt. Don’t make this harder for me.” 

Matt nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Let me walk you to the door, then.”

You wanted to smile at his attempts, but it only hurt your heart even more. With every step to his door, you slowed down your pace. Just as you reached for the knob, Matt did too, and your hands touched for a brief moment before Matt is taking your hand and gently pushing you against his wall. 

You close your eyes and let him do what he wants, because you want this, too. He leans down and gently presses his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching. Matt’s strong hands are on either side of your waist, and you’re taken back to all those times he’s held you on your roof, under a black mask. His lips ghost over yours, and it takes you to gently nudge him for him to fully press his lips onto yours. 

Matt holds you still as he kisses you deeply, more deeply than he ever has before. He takes this moment to remember your scent, your heartbeat, your breathing because he’s not sure when he’ll be able to be around you again. This is all he has to remember you. This moment that having blind faith has led him to—both of you. He kisses you again and holds your face in his hands. He pulls back to kiss your jaw, to kiss behind your ear, to kiss your neck. Matt will never forgive himself for this. 

“I love you,” you whisper. “I have to go.” 

“I lied to you, that one night,” Matt says with pain in his voice. “I do love. I love you. And I don’t want you to leave. But if it means anything, it’s the most intense feeling I’ll ever have to hold on to be left by you.” 

And with one last kiss, you’re out the door, out of his apartment, out of his life for a long, long time. 

When he hears you get inside a cab, Matt charges up his phone that’s been out of battery the entire weekend and calls Foggy to tell him everything that’s happened. 

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[amhrosina]

Frank Castle x Reader Instagram AU

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(a/n: this is something new that i’m trying and it won’t be replacing my fics at all i just wanted to try something new!!! if it flops then oh well lol i didn’t mean for this to be so dog-centric but there’s a LOT of pictures of jon with his dogs, please enjoy and if you have requests for more instagram au’s please send them!!!)

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[mayajadewrites]

Stained Red

Chapter One: Routine

Hell's Kitchen. Your home since you were born, the place where you've lived, loved, and will stay for the rest of your days.

New York born and raised is a saying that should be tattooed on your forehead. Your daily routine consists of stopping at your favorite bodega before work, grabbing an iced coffee from your favorite small cafe, going to work, then to the gym. That routine repeats every day without fail - and you like it that way.

"Good morning mija," Pedro, the bodega owner said behind the counter. "Que tu quieres?"

"Hm, I think I'll just get a bagel with veggie cream cheese today. Thanks Pedro." You pulled your beanie down your head and started mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

It's Autumn in New York, your favorite season. While shows like Gossip Girl make the city look picturesque, it's not always what it seems.

You grab your wallet out of your trench coat, handing Pedro a $5.

"Thank you, have a great day at work!" Pedro's smile always brightened your day, he never seemed to have anything else on his face.

Meanwhile, your face was usually a stern RBF (resting bitch face) and people were more likely not to utter a word to you.

Your favorite coffee shop is two blocks down from the bodega. You check your watch for the time - 7:15AM. Right on time, just how you like it.

Routines are very important to you. Without routines, your world would be turned upside down.

Little did you know a man with red glasses was about to turn your world upside down, backwards, and everything in between.

After you grabbed your usual iced coffee, you headed to work. You're a writer, a pretty well established one at that. You're not as big as Colleen Hoover, but you have readers which is all you care about.

You rent out a small office space above a law office, Nelson and Murdock. This is new for you, but you couldn't stand working from home anymore. You've set up your office over the past few days and it's finally the way you wanted it, for now at least.

It's a cozy, bohemian vibe in your office, perfect for you. It's a large room, with plants at every corner and your desk in the middle.

It's around 8AM by the time you get to your office. You look down to take your keys out of your pocket, when you walk right into a stern shoulder that smells like musk and vanilla.

"My bad," You looked up finally, seeing a man with red glasses and a cane. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." You put your palm to your head.

"No need to apologize. Are you the new renter that moved in upstairs?"

"I am. I just finished moving my stuff in over the weekend." You ended with your name, holding out your hand.

"I'm the Murdock half of Nelson and Murdock. Matt." He grabbed your hand and shook it. His hands were soft, yet callused in some areas. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, can I buy you a coffee? I've made a terrible first impression, and I bet you'll love my favorite coffee shop."

"Rain check on that. I'm holding you to it too." Matt raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Have a good day." The way he said your name was like he has known you for 1,000 years.

During the walk up to your office, you thought about Matt's face. His eyes behind the red glasses, his nose, and my god - his lips. You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts because... well, you just met him.

Entering your office felt so... good. You set your tote bag down on your chair and slid your laptop out of your bag.

You decided to put off continuing your novel for a bit and did some Googling of your new neighbors.

Nelson and Murdock weren't terribly well known, but they take on cases that truly mean a lot to the community. They don't take cases for fame or money, they do it to help the people of Hell's Kitchen. Very admirable.

Your latest novel, a romance with a hint of darkness, has been a pretty big hit, online at least. Thank god for BookTok, or else your bills might not get paid.

As you're typing away, you hear footsteps close to the door and you see familiar red glasses through the glass of the door.

Matt knocked softly, making sure he didn't startle you. "I'm cashing in on your coffee. The one Karen brought me today was disgusting."

"I'm sorry, who's Karen?" You asked, almost with a little too much attitude. There's no way you felt jealous over a man you met 2 seconds ago.

"Ah, sorry, she's technically our admin, but she does so much more. She's been working in our office for awhile. Anyways, she went on a coffee run and it tasted like shit."

"Sure, let me grab my bag. Come in." You say, motioning with your hand for him to open the door.

"This is... cute."

"How would you know?" You half laugh. Luckily, Matt laughs with you.

"I can sense the positioning of the furniture and I smell the plants. And I know you've cleaned because I'm not sneezing from the dust." He paused, looking down. "But I can also sense that this isn't the biggest spot, but it feels cozy."

"Exactly what I was going for." You smile, pushing a curl behind your ear. "Let me put my jacket on and we can go." You grab your long tan trench coat, looking in the mirror as you do so. Your outfit consisted of an oversized sweater, leggings, combat boots, a beige beanie and your coat.

For whatever reason, you wanted to make sure you looked okay for this little coffee... outing? Date? It's been awhile since a man shared his time with you. You're last relationship was toxic to say the least, so you've been staying clear of the male species for awhile.

That is, until today.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock imagine #marvel #daredevil #daredevil x reader #charlie cox x reader #charlie cox #the defenders #foggy nelson #karen page #mcu #daredevil born again #matt murdock

[leahkenobi]

between the crosshairs

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 2k

summary: you did everything possible to forget the day that the devil of hell’s kitchen and frank castle had saved you. somehow, even your own repression of memories wasn’t enough to keep you safe from enemy arms.

warnings: allusions to sa, guns, kidnapping, reader witnesses a murder, mentions of blood, anxiety, mostly just cannon typical stuff, frank calls reader baby but relationship is undefined

a/n: alright. i’m not gonna act like i’m great at this whole keeping up with a blog thing, it can be quite a struggle for me. but i just got POUNDED with ideas for mr. frank castle thanks to @oliviajdjarin telling me to watch daredevil. so here this is. this is set during the daredevil s2 finale!

a/n 2: to preface this fic if you are reading this, i’m intending to turn this into a bit of a universe if that makes sense. like multiple fics within the same setting and relationship situation. idk. no promises, but that’s the intention. so i suppose this is the first part. if you would like to join the frank tag list lmk and i would be happy to add ya!

the walk home from josie’s was brisk and lonely. the snow was just beginning to flutter down and the wind was whipping it in your face. it was a safe journey you had trekked time and time again.

you stepped over broken glass and other littered items on the side walk and as muscle memory took over, your mind drifted.

he couldn’t be dead, truly, could he? if he wasn’t, where was he? was he safe now?

since the day frank had saved you from the hands of a kitchen irish member, he had been the only thing on your mind. granted, he had help from the devil of hell’s kitchen, but frank was who you always went back to. the way he had soothed you, the way he had taken care of those men who had tried to hurt you, who had tried to take something from you-

you snapped from the memories at the sound of glass crunching behind you. it wasn’t abnormal for others to be walking this street at the late hour, it had happened plenty of times. you moved in unison for a while until the steps behind you increased in speed.

you kept moving, increasing your pace as well, assuming that it was just someone in a hurry. surely they weren’t following you, right?

as the mysterious person on your tail increased their speed even more to match your own, you stuck your hand into your bag, fishing through it for the little pink pepper spray you bought before you had moved to the city.

you risked a peek over your shoulder to see a man with a black ski mask covering his face, and the only thought that came to mind was fuck, you could really use frank right now.

you stopped on the side walk, knowing that running was pointless. you would never outrun this man in heels, and if you could find that damn pepper spray and hit him with it, you could have a chance.

you pulled it out, turning to spray him just as he pulled out his gun, pointing it right at your chest.

your panic rose instantly. even during your altercation with the kitchen irish, a gun was never pointed at you. a whimper nearly left your throat as the man spoke to you.

“drop that fucking pepper spray, don’t say a word, and don’t fight. come easily and quietly, and we won’t have a problem,” the man said to you.

you didn’t release the pepper spray. you tried to push it down, tried to get it to work but the damn thing was jammed-

“i said drop it. drop it now, come with me. now,” the man said with force. every part of your body screamed at you to run, to fight, to do anything to keep this man at bay.

but he took a step closer, bringing the gun right to your chest, right over your heart.

“now,” he repeated. and the pink pepper spray clattered to the ground.

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you were taken to a van filled with others just like you, others that had bound hands and terror written on their faces.

on the trip to wherever these kidnappers, or human traffickers, or murderers (hell you didn’t know) were taking you, an older man tried to stand up for himself, for all of you there. only to be shot through the head.

the fear you felt in that moment was inexplicable. your whole body was burning, your ears unhearing, your eyes watering and your mind running circles. this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real, it wasn’t real-

but it was. it was real and you were here in a van filled with screaming people and the smell of copper was filling the air and the blood was pooling around you.

and then you were being thrown out of the van, onto the cold concrete, knees scraping against it. only to be hauled up again and chased into a building, gun held to your lower back.

all sense of reality was pulled from under you. all you could think was survive survive survive. so you didn’t scream. you weren’t a nuisance. as they threw you into a room, you didn’t cry, you didn’t so much as flinch.

because the less you reacted, the less likely they were to kill you. when the kind looking blonde woman and the beat up man were being targeted by your captors, while they attempted to cut the man’s foot off, you sat stoically. completely unflinching, unmoving as the man screamed and the woman begged and the screams of others filled the room-

and then he was bursting through the window. the devil of the kitchen was here again, to save you all, to get you out. as he took out the men with guns, the other captives ran. as you remained on the ground, hardly thinking anything of the scene, the blonde woman grabbed your bound hands with her own. she shouted at you.

“get up, cmon get up,” she said frantically. her voice pulled you from your stupor, igniting you instinct to survive. she would lead you out, you would survive.

and you did. you made it out. you watched as the blonde woman went to her friend or boyfriend or brother, whoever he was.

you stood there in the middle of the street, unsure of what to do now. you were out, but your mind couldn’t move quick enough. you needed to go- get somewhere safe, but where? and how? where even were you?

your breathing rate must have increased because the nice man with the blonde woman approached you.

“hey, are you alright miss?” he asked.

you breaths kept coming out fast and labored.

“that’s okay, you don’t have to answer. my name is foggy, and that woman over there is karen,” he spoke softly, “can i cut these off of you?”

you nodded firmly, you needed out, needed free, needed to be away from here.

your hands were free, and slowly your breathe came back to you. you had needed the added freedom to move as you wished, and not feel like a captive, apparently.

“do you have a family?” karen asked, her voice kind and gentle.

you shook your head, “no, i-i not here.”

“that’s okay,” she said smiling faintly, “what about a boyfriend, or husband. maybe any friends?”

you shook your head. you had one friend, one who was unreliable, but somehow always there when you needed him. he had always been there, but he was gone now.

“alright, we can take you home,” she said, looking to foggy for help and confirmation. but his gaze was fixed elsewhere, focused in on the roof where some sort of fight was breaking out.

shots were heard by all of the people who were flooded in the street. loud, piercing gun shots. panic swelled in your chest once more, not sure of where the shooter was aiming.

but the shooter would never aim at you. no, that was his girl down there, his girl stood in between that lawyer and the blonde who he’d met through him.

that was his girl he saw in his crosshairs, shaking in the street, wrists bloody and red.

“y/n?” he muttered to himself quietly on the roof.

he wanted to run to you. right now, he wanted to jump from these buildings, climb down, get to you. you were bleeding and he needed to get to you, to keep you safe, protect you-

but he couldn’t. because he was dead. he was dead and he couldn’t just run into the bustling street filled with cops and strangers who had all known him as the punisher.

he couldn’t do anything as you were coaxed into a car with the lawyer and karen. he couldn’t get down there to stop the car, to get to you.

but he could meet them at the location. he could find you again. they would probably bring you home or to their office, maybe even karen’s apartment. he would find you, search all over this goddamn city to get to you.

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karen spoke with you softly in the car, asking about where you lived and where you worked. you could hardly focus on what she saying to you, confused about why she needed to know what you did for a living. you couldn’t understand that she probably was trying to figure out who to call to check in on you- even if it was just a coworker, you needed someone right now.

eventually, you reached your home. foggy and karen helped you inside your apartment, carefully walking you up all the stairs to the quaint studio style living space.

as soon as you reached your door, you pulled out your spare key from under the welcome mat and began to turn it in the lock.

“um.. thank you for helping me and bringing me home. that was… that was very kind,” you said to the two of them.

foggy gave you a nod. “it was no problem, honestly. i’m just glad we’re both okay,” karen said. you couldn’t understand how you had both been in the same situation and you could hardly function while she was here, bringing you home. how you had both seen that man get shot, how you had both been in that room-

she cleared her throat. “here, why don’t you give me your phone so i can give you my number. that way if you need anyone, you have me to text or call,” karen said.

“okay,” you nodded softly and gave her your phone, cracked from having been in your pocket.

“try to get some rest,” karen said after entering her number and turning to leave.

“i’ll try,” you responded politely, knowing just how unlikely that was. these past few days had been too much. with frank, with work, with this now too, you couldn’t take anymore.

“g’night,” foggy shouted as he climbed down the stairs with karen.

you didn’t even have the energy to respond.

you pushed open the door to your apartment, ready to collapse on the ground instead of attempting to get to your bed. it was all too much, you just needed to lay down for a while.

as you closed the door behind you, your back turned to the room, you heard a voice you never thought you would hear again.

“y/n,” frank said.

you whipped your head. and there he was, standing in the middle of the room waiting for you. expecting you.

“frank?” you questioned, knowing the answer, knowing he was there, right there.

“frank,” you said again, moving in closer, a slight whine in your tone.

“frank,” you said once more as he crashed into you, holding you together as you sobbed into him, as all of the pieces you were holding together while those nice people brought you here fell apart.

“oh y/n,” he said, pulling you impossibly closer, his jacket brushing against your tee.

“please,” you said, not even sure what you were asking for at this point.

“shh shh shh,” frank whispered, “it’s going to be okay, i’m here now, i’m here.”

you clung to him, the fabric of his coat bunched under your hands. he was here now. it would be okay.

“i won’t let them hurt you again, y/n. i swear,” he said.

you only sobbed into him harder.

hours could have passed, but you would have had no idea. all you could feel was him, his body holding you up. his presence keeping you safe.

“i’ve got you now, baby,” frank said, gently pulling you off of him to look at your face. his callused hands met your soft face, brushing away the tears that hadn’t quite stopped falling.

“let me see,” he said, grabbing a hold of your hands and wrists.

he inspected them, raw and bloody from the restraints.

he tutted. “what did they do to you?” he spoke more to himself than to you.

he brought you to edge of the sink, lifting you with ease onto the counter. he examined your knees while he had you sat up there. bloody with bits of gravel, he knew that cleaning those cuts wouldn’t be fun.

“i’ll take care of you, y/n. i got you,” he assured again, and all you could do was lean your tired head against his shoulder.

taglist:

@oliviajdjarin

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle fic #frank castle angst #the punisher #punisher #daredevil #daredevil s2 #matt murdock #the devil of hell's kitchen #karen page #foggy nelson #castle #kastle #mcu #david lieberman

[redzie02]

Solace m.m

hehe a self indulgent piece because i can,. sorry in advance

Summary(1316 words): You have a depressive episode and Matt comforts you

Warnings: depression, mentions of SH and su*c*de, angst, hurt/comfort

The door to your apartment had been deadbolted and all of the windows were locked. A sliver of light had made its way through the blinds, barely illuminating the darkness that permeated your apartment. It irked you. But you didn’t possess the energy to stand up and shut them.

You shut off your phone earlier when you saw the amount of missed calls and messages from your friends and boyfriend. The notifications on the screen yelled at you and pointed a condemning finger in your face. You hadn’t shown up to work the last three days and lied to your friends- and Matt- when they wanted to know what you were up to, telling them you were busy. You weren’t busy, you just wanted to be alone. You needed to be alone. Why couldn’t they understand that? 

Avoiding Matt was the real challenge. You knew he’d listen to your heartbeat while you spilled your lies in front of him. Thankfully, his days were taken up by court cases and patrolling, making it easier to feed him your fabrications over the phone. You felt like a fraud lying to everyone around you, but you knew they were better off.

You were void of energy, the intrusive thoughts spending every second they could ripping you apart and leaving only bits and pieces for you to someday stitch back together. Being awake was excruciatingly unbearable. Taking warm baths, eating three meals a day, journaling, taking deep breaths-things that were supposed to help- hadn’t seemed to aid your progressively worsening mood.

The last seven hours were spent curled up at the end of your bed without a blanket- you couldn’t be bothered. You kept your eyes closed, trying to catch sleep, but it didn’t want you. The dreams you turned to for solace had abandoned you, leaving you with the bleak and dismal emptiness you’d been trying to escape.

Please, just five minutes. I’m tired. You begged your mind for the thousandth time. Please.

The rapid rapping at the entrance of your apartment interrupted your pleads. You pried your eyes open. Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! “Y/n!” Your boyfriend, Matt, yelled. His knocks reverberated around the walls of your apartment. “Y/n, I know you’re there. Please open the door.” He waited for a response. You stayed in place. Silence was all he got. Matt squeezed his eyes shut and planted his forehead on your front door. “Please, my love…” You wanted to move. You wanted to open the door and pretend everything was okay. But you couldn’t.

All you could do was shut your eyes again and wait for him to leave. You knew he would,-everyone does eventually- but that didn’t stop your heart from shattering when the silence had filled your apartment again. Your throat ached and your eyes burned, but you didn't allow the tears to fall. I deserve it. You thought bitterly. This is what I get for putting him through this. He shouldn’t have to deal with this…with me.

You laid still for five quiescent minutes before you heard it. The sound of his rushed footsteps in your living room, growing louder as they got closer to you. You looked up, embarrassed that he had to walk past the mess that had collected in your apartment. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, half-eaten bowls of food on the coffee table, unwashed clothes on your bedroom floor, the rotting flowers on your nightstand Matt had given you a few weeks ago, just a mere five feet away.

You watched Matt’s black shoes as they approached the end of your bed. They were scuffed, but still had a bit of shine to them. “Y/n?” He kneeled, placing a hand on your cheek, caressing it. “I-I thought you were hurt…Are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you- we all have. I- talk to me, love.”

“I…don’t know…” You croaked.

“Did you-” Matt cleared his throat. “Did you hurt yourself?” You shook your head under his palm, taking a deep breath. His right hand took the hand that rested near your face and interlocked his fingers with yours. “Were you planning to?” Your heart jumped at the question. You shakily exhaled and rolled over so you were now facing the ceiling. You didn’t want to answer his question. Was it better to lie or to tell the truth? “Why didn’t you tell me? I can help- Foggy and Karen can help. You don’t have to deal with this alone, you know that right?”

Matt spoke gently, as if he were afraid speaking any louder would break you. Your bottom lip trembled. You held your breath and counted to ten before releasing the air from your lungs. Matt noticed your attempt at avoiding feeling your emotions and kissed the back of your hand. His lips lingered for a moment. “It’s okay to cry, y/n.” He got up and climbed onto the bed with you promptly after kicking off his shoes. 

“I-I don’t want to, Matt. It hurts too much.” Matt’s heart ached at your words. He held you tight in his arms and kissed your forehead, your temple, your nose, any space on your face his lips considered deserted. He’d never seen you like this before. You’d been together for years and for the most part you were usually the one putting him back together- physically and emotionally.

“You don’t have to hold it in anymore. It hurts to see you torture youself.” The first tear slipped. Then another. And another. You sobbed for what felt like a lifetime, gripping onto Matt’s button up, completely soaking it. The pain you’d been keeping in had finally been released.

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You sat in between Matt’s legs, your back against his chest. His chin tucked in the space between your shoulder and neck. Matt ran a comforting hand down your arms and up to your shoulders. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Two weeks, I think? It was tolerable at first…but then it got really bad a few days ago. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this, I actually thought I was better..” He kissed your neck as you played with his fingers. “I forgot how bad I used to get…” Your voice gradually dwindled down to a speck. You felt his breath tickle your skin as he spoke.

“Progress isn't a straight line, my love. There wouldn't be ups without downs. You have to give it time, the same way you gave me time two years ago.” You turned to look at him, knowing he was referring to the Midland Circle building collapsing on him. Those months had been detrimental to your relationship. You dealt with the grief of Matt’s unofficial death before finding out he had been recovering at St. Agnes Church in that time. Then you had to deal with a self-destructive and borderline suicidal boyfriend-not that he wasn’t already. It took almost a year for Matt to fully feel like himself again. “I know you feel like you’re undeserving of it, but you’re not. You deserve more than you know and if I have to pluck every star out of the sky to prove it to you, I will.”

“I- What did I do to deserve you?” You breathed out. You leaned in and tenderly placed your lips on his. He pulled you in closer, the taste of your salty tears being replaced by his sweet warmth. You relished in his love. You slowly pulled away and whispered. “I thank the universe everyday for you, Matthew.”

“I love you.” Another kiss. And maybe another. “Is it okay if I call Karen and Foggy to help clean the apartment up?” You nodded. Another kiss. “Do you want to stay at mine tonight?”

“Can I stay tomorrow too?”

“You can stay as long as you want, my love.”

#matthew murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock imagine #daredevil #daredevil x y/n #foggy nelson #karen page #angst #hurt/comfort

[lilybarnesposts]

okay i love your writing and i have a super fluffy but could be angsty fic idea

reader loves physical touch but knows matt’s insecure about his scars but one night after drinking she’s like i with youd let me cuddle i love your scars

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm definitely still a work in progress! I hope I did this ask justice and that you like it. Matt would definitely be so insecure even though he has no reason to be because that man is hot, hot, hot! -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Tag List Form Mm Masterlist Masterlist Matt Murdock x Gn!Reader, no pronouns used I believe Warnings: Matt being insecure, semi-brief mention of alcohol and being drunk, I think that's it. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Scars

Let it be known Matt Murdock hated his scars. He loathed them, made him feel like he was less than others, just because people had gotten hits on him, Matt can take a hit don’t get it wrong but when they leave such a lasting and in his opinion ugly reminder he wants nothing more than to keep them covered at all times, so he does.

Letting very few people see them, especially you, he loved you, you knew that. You also knew that he was scared to death of you leaving him because of his scars because he knows he doesn’t have the smooth skin that many others do, so you leave it alone, though your body itches to see them and kiss them, you’ve accepted it and know that when the time is right he’ll show you them and then you’ll show him that no matter how many scars he has you couldn’t love him any less. Often times after a case is closed Matt, Foggy, and Karen go out to Joises and drink and they often invite you, sometimes you don’t go, and sometimes you do. This time you did and boy are you glad you did because all four of you are sitting at a booth laughing about who knows what while feeling the warm buzz of alcohol settle in your veins. Matt has you cuddled to his chest as much as he’ll let you and you revile in the physical contact you aren’t sure what possessed you but suddenly you look at Matt and say. “You know, I’d cuddle you and kiss your scars if you’d let me,” Matt freezes, as do Karen and Foggy. Matt tilts his head at you, his eyes covered by his infamous red glasses. 

“I know you would,” he says quietly then looks back at Foggy and Karen who have recovered from your statement Foggy is telling Karen some embarrassing story from law school.

Later that night you and Matt catch a cab back to his apartment after saying goodbye to Karen and Foggy. Once you’ve entered the apartment Matt wanders into the bedroom and quickly going into the bathroom and shutting the door, of course, he’s allowed his privacy but when you know he’s doing it just so you won’t see the scars your heart stutters. You walk up to the bathroom door and knock slightly, you don’t hear the shower running so you hope he’s standing by the door. “I meant what I said, Matt, I don’t care about your scars, you mean more to me than that.” 

After a few minutes, the door opens, and Matt stands there with his shirt unbuttoned and his glasses discarded on the counter. Your mouth drops open and you already know Matt has zoned in on everything your body is doing, how your heart rate skips a beat, the breath that leaves your lips. You slowly stand up from where you’ve sat on the bed and make your way to Matt reaching your hand out but not touching him, “May I,” you ask quietly. Matt nods. Slowly, you let your fingers move over his scars, he’s tense you can feel it, but as you run your hands over his body he slowly begins to melt and when you begin kissing each scar, Matt thinks he falls in love with you even more, it’s safe to say that night that you sleep curled up to Matt’s chest tracing the scars and whispering how much you love him and how much he means to you, he just holds you tighter. Matt Murdock may hate his scars, but you love him, and that’s all that really matters.

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Taglist @leossmoon @ellajazz @srhz (Sorry if this isn't the correct account! The other names weren't pulling up!)

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock my beloved #daredevil x reader #daredevil fic #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fanfic #daredevil #foggy nelson #matthew murdock #karen page

[akariamai]

Forgiveness

Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Ex!Matt Murdock x Writer!reader

Word Count: 1627

As the poor college student you once were, whose heart was crushed in one of the worst ways possible, you’d had no clue what was awaiting ahead to surprise you. The dream which seemed unreachable at the time. There was a bright future shining over you. The book you wrote a few years after you graduated from Columbia University slowly gained attraction. Suddenly your life has become a whirlwind of good news. You were rising to become a well-known author. Your books began appearing on the shelves of your favorite book stores. Your childhood dream was gradually becoming a reality. You were ecstatic, truly.

You were currently planning a new mystery thriller series in your condo. A giant cork board covering your wall as each piece of the mystery hangs. The cork board contained the entire timeline of your mystery. Red string showcases how they all connect. At first glance, many would’ve chalked it up as a mess. To you, it was your ongoing masterpiece. Notebooks and lone sticky notes covered your work space. A cup of steaming hot coffee was held close to your lips as you looked at the chaos you’ve established. It was your chaos and you treasured it.

Your show of appreciation was disrupted when your phone rang. You very rarely kept the sound on. Writing was hard enough without distractions and while your multitasking had gotten better, it was not that advanced where you could listen to the television while working on the backbones of your series and having your phone on standby. Your friends understood and rarely messaged you with the occasional meme or invitation to go out which you greatly appreciated. They were the best and you loved them dearly.

You walked toward your charging phone, checking the name before answering, “Hello beautiful.” You already knew the reason for this call. It was a reminder to get ready to go out. “I just want to let you know I did not work today.” Lie. “But I did admire my work with a cup of coffee.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Their voice echoed a scanty teasing tone. It supported the mental image, that you created in your mind, of them tilting their head before placing their pointing finger on the lower side of their check. Unintentionally, you were called out on your bullshit. “Maybe because you're a workaholic and refuse to rest your mind and soul.”

You rubbed your forehead gingerly before rushing to grab suitable clothing, “There’s nothing wrong with getting ahead of work. My deadline might seem long but you never know when that pesky writer’s block comes to bite me in the ass.”

They laughed as you searched through your closest. “One night won’t make a difference.”

“How would you know? I could have a revelation at the bar with no paper or pen and forget about when I get home. A true tragedy for my fans.” You were being dramatic and for good reason. It was simply fun to annoy friends. They loved you no matter how annoying you can be and the good ones stick till the end. “Taking advantage of this abnormal desire to write seems to be a hell of a way to spend my night.”

“Which you have last night and the night before that and the night before that. I don’t want you to burn out and feel uninspired. I know how you get when you're pressed for time.” It was not pretty. You basically have a complete and utter meltdown. Scurrying to finish to reach the deadline while also not disappointing your fans or doing such a disservice to your characters.

As you could not win in this playful argument, you relented. “See you there.”

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The glass bottle clanked when they were slightly tapped against one another and you and your friend cheered for good fortune. The place your friend had chosen was, to the untrained mind, a dump but places like these were the best. The tap water however cannot be trusted. While it looked ghastly, it kept so many memories within its walls. A secret only the building will know when everyone ceases to exist and more memories continue to be harbored. Tonight you will be one of those secrets. Another body the bar sheltered and one that will soon leave when the night is replaced by day. 

You didn’t notice them. Two old faces sitting in the same bar astonished you were so close yet in an entirely different universe. One watching with fond eyes, the other unable to do the same. One was ecstatic to see you once again, grown into the person you were meant to be, and the other, filled with guilt for how things ended. There was another with them, an unfamiliar face, and witnessing the jolting glances they sent to you.

“[Reader].” One whispered so lowly the others didn’t hear. The sound of your heart beat once again gracing his ears. He missed you. Once the tinted frames of Elektra were smashed away, he realized the devastating aftermath left in her wake. The relationship that was once wondrous and blissful was gone. Ruined and tarnished by his inability to not decimate his own happiness.

There was always one thing he wanted to say, after he freed himself from his own blindness, if he was ever granted the chance, was to apologize. His mishandling of the situation caused you so much unnecessary harm and there was only him to blame. He fell for Elektra charm and her assertions of being cut from the same cloth. Still there was no excuse for what he did.

“I’ll be right back.” He assured Foggy, who knew of his intentions, and Karen, who remained confused. Foggy remembered those late night talks after the whole Elektra situation detonated. Matt mourned the loss of a healthy relationship and shame remained to haunt him. If Foggy was being honest, he missed you. He loved to hang out with you and Matt despite the lovey-dovey gestures you’d paraded around him. It felt like a glimpse of what real love was.

Matt reached your table before asking, “[Reader]?” You had never known of his powers and yet always treated him like an able-bodied person. With the occasional but completely harmless quips surrounding his blindness. After all these years, he wondered of all the moments you would’ve shared together had he not doomed your love. He wondered if you laid awake flustered at the thought of his lips.

“Matt?” He looked different yet the same. The years have gone easy on him since the last time you’d spoken. He matured like fine wine. “What are you doing here?” Not in the bar. You wanted to add. Here by me.

He straightened his posture, “I wanted to speak with you.” And apologize. “Alone if that’s alright with you.” The conversation he hoped to have should not be for anyone other than yourself. At least for this specific moment. He knew friends (Foggy) would want an update.

Your friend gave you a look before you assured them that you would be fine. They walked away, too far to listen but not so much they’d lose sight of you. Matt took over the now empty seat and the two of you sat in silence. The agonizing tension striking the two of you like a club or, in this case, a cane.

“What did you want to talk about?” The relationship you once had was short-lived but memorable. Your first taste of what love should’ve been until it was spiked with poison. You had plenty of time to reflect upon your brief passion towards one another but you were still left with questions. Maybe they can finally be answered.

“I was - I’m sorry.” His head faced the stained table as if he was ashamed of himself and granted he should be. “I know we didn’t end off on the right foot and it was my fault. I should’ve handled it better but my naive younger self was thoughtless of the pain and anguish I’d caused you. There are no words to describe how embarrassed and ashamed I am for not apologizing sooner.”

There it was. The apology you’ve been missing for years and now you had it. Apologies are never enough, however, it is merely words seeking for an ounce of forgiveness. Forgiveness is a fickle matter to you. It is, in your mind, unnecessary when burying the hatchet of the past. Forgiveness is not for you but the person who hurt you. Moving on does not require forgiveness. Moving on, in its true form, is reflecting on what was done and finding a semblance of peace. 

You found yourself only able to mutter a simple thank you and the tension heightened. There was nothing more to say. Nothing that truly mattered in this moment. “I’d like to make it up to you.” He offered, “A redo of sorts. We can go to that diner we've loved.”

The thought almost made you laugh. A redo. At the place where it all began and ended. Moving on was one thing but the memories will always linger. The pain never truly vanishes. It merely blooms in a different form.

Shaking your head, “No.” The word spilled out of your lips with such sternness. Matt tensed when they reached his ears. “I don’t think so. While I do appreciate your apology, I’d rather not exhume what once was. Our love, no matter how short, is and will forever always remain six feet under.” You couldn’t fathom his train of thought. How ridiculously seeming it was. “I’d rather leave the past where it belongs and I suggest you do the same. Do, however, say hi to Foggy. I have missed him.”

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A Set of Closing Statements - Matthew Murdock

If you had a nickel for every time you and Matt Murdock had to work on closing statements together but never finished, you would have two nickels. It isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice!

WARNINGS: swearing

You were nearly nose-to-nose. His breath caressed your cheeks, tantalizing and taunting. It felt purposeful, the proximity, the too-close-closeness. Yet, you let him wield his heat, let it lash against yours. You would allow it with no one else, no one but him.

With a shallow breath, his low voice reminded you of what little space remained. “The question at the heart of the matter is-”

“Is it just?” You finished for him.

“Exactly, and, philosophically, it is not.”

“That is quite a black-and-white perspective, Mr. Murdock.”

“Laws demand such objectivity,” he pressed, “they are, as Socrates says, a contract citizens of a given state agree to honor by continual habitation of said state.”

You leaned back, smiling to yourself. “However, then the question of justness shifts. Is it just to let a state remain if the citizens determine its application of the otherwise objective law is unjust? In this context and in his death sentence, Socrates is being singled out. The law has become a weapon to stunt the evolution of the state, its laws.”

“You’re over-elaborating Crito’s argument.”

“Or maybe you’re under-analyzing Crito’s argument.”

Matt leaned back in his seat, taking his heat with him. Though, you were much too preoccupied with how his mouth was opening and closing, trying to close his lips around the right words. All he caught was air and the silence of the classroom. Your smile widened. Before you could bask any further in the sunshine feel of victory, Dr. Drake cleared her throat.

“We will leave our debate on Plato’s Crito there for today. Come back to class on Thursday with your closing statements prepared for your respective perspectives.” Steely grey eyes seared your skin as the professor gave a pointed look in your and Matt’s direction. 

You offered her a softer smile that was only slightly apologetic as your peers hurried out of the lecture hall. A rustling at your right averted your gaze. Matt was gathering his binder of translated-to-braille readings and shoving it in his shoulder bag. The opening of which was still half zipped-closed. Instinctually, you reached over.

“Here. It’s still caught.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said as you leaned in close. You felt his heat again, your shoulder brushing against his chest. At the almost touch, you felt your original smile return.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“It is,” Matt said as you unzipped his bag the rest of the way. When you leaned back, you saw he was smiling too. “You think I under-analyzed Crito?”

“I think you under-analyzed the need for a radical revolution.”

“I think you guys forgot that you were on the same side! Again!”

You turned around to face Foggy. His long blond hair was rattier than usual, likely from the party the night before. But his eyes were bright with a mischief that was fresh from this morning’s debate. You rolled your eyes and quickly packed up your own readings and notes.

“Not my fault Matt is so steadfast. Stuck in his ways.”

“Ouch,” Matt placed a hand to his chest, “attacking my character? Thought we agreed on no mudslinging this time?”

“I’m not attacking your character,” you said with a tilt in your voice as you pulled your bag over your shoulder. “I’m just…encouraging you to entertain other views.”

“I’m no revolutionary.”

“You’re no saint either,” you fired back, linking your arm in Matt’s.

“Ugh,” Foggy groaned, pressing his hands to his temples as he led you and Matt out of the lecture hall. “We get it: you’re smart. Too smart. Two smartasses, the both of you.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Dr. Drake did give us a look.”

“A look?”

“Everyone was giving you guys a look!” Foggy started as he darted down the stairs. You guided Matt’s first step with your own. Once he found a rhythm, the descent was smooth. “Barely anyone else had a chance to talk, you nerds.”

“I thought we were smartasses?” Matt asked and you could not help but catch the contagion of his wide, boyish grin.

“Yeah, you are.”

The warm air of Spring trickled along your skin as you and Matt followed Foggy outside of the Cooper Building. Foggy continued to spout on about what attributes constituted a smartass as you all walked across the quad towards the library. Your arm remained tightly linked with Matt’s. He could have switched to his cane, you realized. Though, you were glad he hadn’t. You liked his heat, the smell of coffee and birchwood that seemed to always stick to his clothes.

“I can’t argue against that evidence.” Matt’s voice broke you from your little reverie.

“Yup, and you won’t. ‘Cause you’re a smart…ass. Smart. But an ass. You’re stubborn but you know when you’re beaten and you admit it in that know-it-all tone-”

“He doesn’t know when he’s beaten,” you interjected and Foggy’s tirade fell quiet. “Why do you think he’s always arguing with me?”

You looked across the sidewalk, across Matt, and met Foggy’s gaze. His light eyes sparkled with a sudden, new-wave of eagerness. With a jester-like jump, he walked backwards before you and Matt so he could face you. Wide-eyed, you watched him nearly trip up the steps of the library. Passersby took in the scene frightfully before disappearing inside.

“Well, I mean…”

“Are we at library?”

“Can you smell the fear of people Foggy is scaring?”

Matt chuckled, the gravelly sound reverberating in his chest. You felt it in his arm, even as it slipped from yours. He fumbled with cane for a moment before it snapped open with an airy crack like a stiffened snake. A rattle came from the ball tip as Matt rolled it against the pavement tiles. He flicked his head to the left then the right. It was his ‘going somewhere’ dance.

“You’re not studying with us tonight?” You asked, peering into the dark lenses of Matt’s glasses.

“I actually promised to help someone with Spanish tonight.”

“Anyone we know?”

“Nance Tracy?”

“From the writing center?” Foggy gripped the library stair railing for support, the thought of Nance Tracy apparently weakening his knees.

“Turns out she struggles with grammar, just not English grammar.”

“So, I won’t be seeing you back in the room tonight?”

You shot Foggy a furrowed brow glance and he mouthed ‘What?!’ in a manner that made you scowl. 

“Why? You having company over later tonight, Foggy?” Matt teased, leaning lightly on the handle of his cane. 

“If by company you mean a bag of pizza rolls, then yes.”

“I’ll be sure to be quiet then,” Matt quipped back. “Happy studying.”

Your heart sank slightly at the sight of him walking off on his own. It felt far too reminiscent of last year. Desperate to alleviate the ache that accompanied the sight, you called out.

“Let me know if you want help with your closing statement!”

“Smartass!” Matt called back and your chest swelled with heat, a full, warm hope. A stretch of silence followed his departure, that was until Foggy spoke up.

“He seems better.”

You glanced over at him. “Yeah, but he’s still…”

“Yeah, I know. Elektra really fucked him up.”

“She did,” you agreed before pushing on his shoulder, “and cracking jokes about sleeping around might not be helping.”

Foggy didn’t miss a beat, it was why you always knew he would make an amazing lawyer. “Not helping Matt or not helping you?”

“Did you prep a closing statement?”

“I emailed you a text copy this morning.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

Panicked, your rustled through the papers splayed out on the table in a wild-whirl search for your laptop. With a collection of new paper cuts, you found it and cracked it up. The screen illuminated and, after a few sharp clicks, revealed your inbox. You scrolled but found only spam messages about discounts and deals.

“Subject line?”

“CS: Threat of Department of Damage Control.”

“I’m not seeing it, Matt. All I have is the email Foggy CC’d me in on about how to bill Spiderman. Speaking of, did you ever get paid for that?”

“Hard to bill someone when you don’t know their billing address…or name,” he sighed. “You can check my drafts. Maybe I just didn’t send it.”

You darted to Matt’s side of the desk and leaned over his shoulder. Heat kissed your skin, even through the button-up your wore. The warmth was followed by the familiar scents of Matt. Coffee. Birchwood. Copper, that tang of blood.

Quickly, you looked down at Matt, his shoulder. Through the white of his shirt there was a bloom of crimson. Quickly, you pulled back and rested a hand on the back of Matt’s head. “What?”

“You’re bleeding,” you murmured, tilting his head to the side. With your free hand, you fiddled at his collar, pulling it away enough for you to look beneath. “Matt.”

“I must’ve forgot to change the bandage before I left.”

You sighed and started towards the office kitchen of Nelson, Murdock, & Page. “Where are the-”

“Upper right cabinet. Second shelf, behind the granola bars.”

Reaching up, you rifled through the snacks and felt your finger find a Tupperware container filled to the brim with medical supplies. The first aid kit. Careful not to knock down Foggy’s array of Cheez-It boxes, you manuevered the container free from the cabinet. When you strode back into Matt’s office, he was already fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.

You forgot yourself for a moment, forgot that Matt, while blind, could see in other ways. Some part of you still believed in his need for his cane, that emblem of your shared college days. Some part of you still ached for him to see you how you had always seen him; still heard the echo of Foggy’s teasing questions. And that part of you let you linger in the doorway, watching.

The startings of chest hair were just entering your view when the spell broke. “LIke the show?”

“I-”

“I’m kidding,” Matt cooed, “but I am still bleeding.”

Hurriedly, you made your way to Matt’s side. The splotch on his shirt spread with a little trickle tracing down his back. You slowly peeled the material back from his skin. A blood-soaked bandage was slipping off his shoulder and you gently pulled it the rest of the way free.

You quickly tossed it in the little trash bin by Matt’s desk and reached, with your clean hand, for the first aid kit. Careful not to place your bloodied hand down anywhere, you pulled out a towel and pressed it to the wound. Matt hissed softly and you murmured an apology. 

“Can you put pressure on it while I get the bandage?”

“Yeah,” Matt replied, and you guided his hand to his shoulder. With a light touch, you pressed on his fingers, denoting where he should press too. “Thank you, for this.”

“It’s no problem. Just hope you weren’t bleeding in front of clients. It’d stain your image.”

“Wow,” Matt chuckled, “if I wasn’t already in pain-”

“Laughter is the best medicine, right?”

“Not when you have broken ribs.” Matt’s tone dipped into the heaviness of a memory you did not share, into a haunted thing. Your own joy fell at the thought.

Instead of trying to save the feeling, you prodded at his hand. He lifted his fingers and you saw the wound once more. You wiped gently at the excess blood before you stuck the fresh bandage on. The crisp white pinkened at the contact, but did not immediately soak through. The bleeding was slowed.

“If it’s like that tomorrow, go to a clinic for stitches,” you said, pulling Matt’s sleeve back up. “I also think this shirt is essentially ruined.”

“I have one Hell of a dry-cleaner,” he quipped back, but the levity was gone. Matt saw it missing without seeing at all. “Are you alright? You’re…quieter.”

You shook your head. “Just, you’re hurt. Broken ribs. It’s nothing Foggy, Karen, and I haven’t said before. I want you to take care of yourself. I’m not saying stop, just help me by helping yourself not bleed out anywhere.”

As you spoke, you packed away the medical supplies and closed the lid on the container. The heat of Matt’s body emanated, pressed against your own in that wonderful way it always had. You nearly jumped when you felt it intensify, when his hand closed gently around your wrist and pulled you to face him.

His glasses were off then, brown eyes exposed and warm, flitting across the general shape of your face. “I’m going to be okay.”

“You’ve said that hundreds of times,” you sighed, “but the bruises get bluer and the worry gets worse. I think about you getting your ass kicked a lot, Matt, too much.”

He smiled, that charming grin. “Ya know, sometimes, I’m the one kicking asses.”

“I do know. I just wish…” you trailed off, pressing your lips in a thin line. The thought that haunted your senior year of college resurfaced in a eviler shape and Matt must have heard your heart pounding.

“What is it?” He squeezed your wrist softly, “tell me.”

“I blame her for this sometimes.”

“Who?”

“Elektra.” 

Matt shifted in his seat, the unbuttoned portion of his shirt slipping open slightly. “I was already doing it. I was always going to find my way here, to the Devil.”

“I know, you stubborn smartass. I know it’s unfair, to you and to her. But she hurt you so bad, Matt and then this really picked up.”

“You and Foggy pulled me out of it the first time, just like you did the last time.” He stood then, hands cupping your elbows lightly as if to keep you standing in front of him. 

“I was hard seeing you like that, both times.”

“But you saw me anyway,” his hands rested on your upper arms then, “and I’m…I’m sorry I put you through that, that I didn’t tell you everything. I wanted to but I thought you wouldn’t like what you saw.”

“Then you couldn’t see me, and you didn’t.”

There was a paused and Matt took a breath, one that tickled the skin of your neck with how close he was. “And it was a cycle.”

“Operating like a corruptive state.”

It was impossible to look at anything but Matt. He filled your vision and invaded your other sense. There was that heat again, stronger than ever before. It only burned brighter when he smiled again.

“You think we staged a revolution radical enough to break it?” “Did we?” Your question was a challenge, as your questions to Matt often were. 

This was one he did not hesitate to accept. 

His hands roamed up and cupped your jaw to pull you in. Plush lips met yours and the skin of your chin was scratched by scruff. Your hands clutched at his ruined shirt and pulled until his heat became yours. There would be time for closing statements later.

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orange colored shades

mini murdock

m.murdock

summary: murdocks and their glasses. well, like father like daughter.

warnings: fluff<3, reader now has brown eyes 🤷‍♀️, daughter reader, au shit idc, foul language, teen reader, short 'n sweet

reader's pronouns: she/her

matt was an hour late when he walked into the building, arm in y/n's as he laughed at something y/n said.

"well hello mini murdock," foggy greeted, not looking up from some of his random paperwork.

"aww, hey foggy bear!" y/n cooed, making her dad laugh again as he set his cane down and sat down.

foggy groaned. "i'll forever despise karen for telling you that."

y/n sat on the corner of matt's desk and turned her attention to her phone. "where is karen, anyway? i haven't seen her in years."

matt snorted. "you saw her yesterday, kiddo." in response y/n only smiled and shrugged.

matt leaned back in his chair with his hands cushioning his head. "who are you texting?" he asked randomly.

y/n shrugged. "a friend."

foggy looked at y/n with squinted eyes. "yeah? who's the friend?"

y/n looked at her dad, who looked like he was expecting an answer as well. she rolled her eyes. "frank. why does it matter?"

foggy got up and moved closer, holding his hands out like he was about to explain some groundbreaking science equation. "because, y/n, if i-" matt cleared his throat, "sorry, we dont know who this frank is-"

the door burst open, and karen stumbles in, hair soaking wet and looking angrier than matt when he hears back-to-back joe mama jokes and foggy's famoutms dad jokes.

"this-this guy! he drives right past me, okay?! and there's a giant puddle on the roadside! he fucking-" karen explains loudly, slamming her coat onto the coat hanger.

y/n snickers.

"oh my god! mini murdock! i missed you! but again? with the glasses?" karen laughs.

the teen shrugs. "it's a family thing," is all she offers.

matt can feel foggy and karen's eyes on him, so he shrugs with a smile, earning a chuckle from y/n as she looked back down at her conversation.

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[book-place]

Rebelling Against Life

Warnings: mentions of eating rat poisoning, mentions of falling off a roof, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Matt Murdock x teen reader, Foggy Nelson x teen reader, Karen Page x teen reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Nelson and Murdock have a new intern. One who really does not seem to want to be there

A/N: In light of recent events, I decided to take a quick break from requests and fall back into my Daredevil obsession- therefore writing this fic for you guys that I’ve had ideas for for a while

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“You’re late, Y/n.” You heard Matt say as soon as you stepped into the office, before you could even close the door.

You huffed, slamming the door shut way more aggressively than need be, “Well, there was traffic.”

“You walk to work.” The man reminded you, glasses aimed at nothing as he spoke.

You decided to change the subject with a roll of your eyes, “How does the blind man even know who’s walking through the door?” You asked rudely.

Murdock didn’t even seem fazed, “Because Foggy and Karen are already here.”

You glanced to the side to see the two of them sitting in one of the rooms, no doubt going over a case, which you could tell by their hunched over figures and fast moving lips.

“Whatever.” You grumbled, moving to the side of the room and discarding your jacket on a random chair.

You heard the man sigh from behind you, “You have to start taking this interning position more seriously, Y/n.”

“Why?” The question came out as a snap, “It’s not like I’m going to become a lawyer when I’m older.”

In complete truth, the idea of going into that field of business never repelled you. In fact, you wouldn’t mind becoming a lawyer someday.

But from the second you were born, your parents had this whole big plan for you to grow up and be the most successful lawyer possible. Meaning studying all the time, and interning jobs such as the one you currently had at ‘Nelson and Murdock’.

And having that future shoved down your throat all your life, only built up this fire inside you that provoked you to rebel and fight against that plan, no matter how much you didn’t hate the idea. The only idea you hated was that other people could tell you how to live your life.

Matt closed his unseeing eyes, doing everything in his power not to lose his patience with you, “Nevertheless, it’s still good for you.”

A scoff escaped your lips, “Yeah, about as good as eating rat poison.”

The door to the office opened, and Karen poked her head out, interrupting all further conversation before it could turn into an argument, “Oh, good, you’re here. Would you mind making copies of a couple things?” She asked you.

She handed you the stack of papers before you could even reply, and one pointed look from Matt- which was actually at the wall next to you, but still- left you sighing and nodding, to which she beamed and thanked you before going back to the table.

You begrudgingly stomped over to the printer, jabbing a couple buttons harder than need be and stood there with your arms crossed as you waited for the machine to finish up.

“Quit pouting.” Matt called, walking past you and through the door of his office, holding a hand out slightly so that he didn’t hit a wall.

Your arms quickly uncrossed, “How did you-“

“Lucky guess.” He cut you off, turning around so you didn’t see him try to suppress a grin.

When the machine finally let out a beep to tell you it was done, you marched into the room that Foggy and Karen were sitting in, grunting in return to their ‘thank you’s’.

Right before you turned to exit the door, you felt yourself hesitate as Matt’s words rang in your head, bouncing around as if they were on a trampoline inside your brain, “Can I do anything else for you guys?”

They both looked up in surprise, lips parting slightly. It was clear that neither of them had expected you to ask that at all.

Quickly though, they smiled and Foggy actually asked you to start reorganizing a filling cabinet that he hadn’t gotten around to yet.

The two adults exchanged a look of disbelief as you nodded, accepting the job without any whining or sassy remarks, and shuffled out the door.

The rest of the afternoon- for once- was silent. There were no dramatic tantrums from you, or arguing with Matthew. You simply did the tasks that they assigned to you, all while deep in your own thoughts.

Karen finally came out and told you that you could take a fifteen minute break, to which you accepted with a single nod, picking up your jacket and scurrying out the door.

It was only once the door clicked shut softly behind you that the three of them spoke, “What’s gotten into her today?” The woman asked, staring at the spot you had just been standing.

“I don’t know,” Foggy replied, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “But I’m not arguing.”

She hummed in agreement.

Matt stood up from his desk suddenly, “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

The other two exchanged uneasy glances, “Are we sure that’s the best idea?” Foggy asked, “You two aren’t exactly notorious for getting along for long periods of time.”

“We’ll be fine.” He brushed it off with ease.

He quickly moved out of the room and began making his way to where he knew you would be- and not just because he could hear your heartbeat.

The wind caught him by surprise when he stepped onto the roof. Not because he didn’t know it was going to be there, but because of how cold it was. Normally the office would reflect the temperature from outside, and it had been warm in there all day.

He didn’t need to see to know that you were sitting on the floor with your legs dangling over the edge, something that made him nervous that one gust of wind would send you flying over the edge.

Slowly, he walked over and sat down next to you, but not putting his legs over the building as you were.

He could sense your head turning to him, “How did you know I was here?”

You hadn’t made a sound since he entered, and he was blind, so you felt that you asked a relevant question.

“Lucky guess.”

Even though you knew he couldn’t see you, you still ducked your head to hide the smile threatening to crawl its way onto your face at his answer.

A silence fell over the two of you that was neither comfortable, nor uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for the sound of your heartbeat, Matt might have thought that you had fallen off the roof for how quiet you were.

“I really do want to be a lawyer.” You finally spoke up softly, surprising both yourself and the man next to you with your words.

“Really?“ He asked in genuine curiosity.

You nodded, momentarily forgetting about the whole blind thing, “But having my parents tell me every second of my life that it’s what I have to be makes me want to want the opposite.”

“I get it.” He said, still facing a cityscape he could not see, “You don’t want to live up to what society tells you to be; you want to live up to it on your own.”

Your head turned to him in shock, “Yeah,” You breathed out.

“I understand why you act the way you do, but you have to know that we- Karen, Foggy, and I- just want to help you. We’re not trying to make your life difficult.

“I know.” You said softly, intertwining your left and right hand together and placing them in your lap, looking down at them intently.

He reached over, placing a hand on your shoulder, “We’re here for you.”

You looked up at him gratefully, “Thanks… old man.”

He groaned playfully, dropping his hand back to his side and throwing his head back, “Anddd it begins.”

A small grin cracked on your face, “Oh, come on. You can’t just have all this wise advice and not expect me to refer to you as ancient.”

His grin was so large that it was beginning to hurt, it wa the first time he had smiled this much in a long time, “No, I suppose not.”

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