#stahl x reader

[hxney-lemcn]

Right Here — Stahl x gn! reader

summery: Lissa tries tirelessly to make you realize your feelings for Stahl. Once you do, things don't go as smoothly as you'd like.

tw: anxiety, anxiety attack (This is fluff tho I swear), hurt/comfort

a/n: I'M GOING FERAL I NEED MORE STAHL CONTENT HELP ASAP! HE IS SO FINE AND SWEET HOW IS EVERYONE SLEEPING ON HIM AHHHHHH!

wc: 1.3k

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“He’s looking at you again,” Lissa pointed out, a giggle falling out of her pink lips. 

This had been going on longer than you thought it would. Your close friend Lissa had been pointing out every time she had caught Stahl looking at you. At first you thought she was just messing with you. She had quickly caught on to your feelings for the olive haired knight when she noticed how you were warmer to him than anyone else. Whereas others wouldn’t bat an eye at you bumping shoulders with Stahl jokingly, Lissa had honed in on the smallest interactions she caught between you two. 

Little did you know, she had also picked up on signs from Stahl. The way he leaned into your jokes, or how he always seemed to have something you needed when you needed it. She felt hopeless watching the two of you subtly showing your signs of care and affection for the other. The two of you were so blinded by your own feelings, you missed how the other felt. 

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Lissa pouted, getting sick of your ignorance.

This had continued until finally you were forced to face the facts. You were innocently teasing each other, enjoying the other's presence.

“You’re so mean to me,” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Only to you,” Stahl teased with a bright grin adorning his face. You missed the way his eyes watched you warmly. Instead you reached up to his cheek and pinched it in slight frustration (perhaps a bit out of cute aggression as well). 

“Ow!” Stahl yelped, holding his cheek protectively as it was his turn to pout at you. A wave of guilt had suddenly hit you, not wanting to have actually hurt him.

“I love you,” You blurted, hand forming a heart shape. It was something you did when you felt you may have gone a bit too far, hoping to make amends before the other person could get too mad. You had done it with your childhood friends, they had been who you learned it from. So you didn’t think much of it until you parted shortly after. 

Lissa pounced on you, pulling you over and jumping up and down excitedly. With your back turned, you had missed the warm pink that dusted over Stahl’s face, walking towards his next duty with a beaming grin. He couldn’t help the excited flutter his heart gave recalling the memory. Even if you hadn’t said those three words in the way he wished, he was still content hearing you aim them towards him regardless.

“You told him you love him!” Lissa squealed once the two of you out of ear shot. 

You felt yourself warm at the implication and quickly went to clear the obvious misunderstanding, “I meant it as a friend.”

Once again, Lissa pouted, cheeks puffed out in frustration, “Then why did he give you the most lovesick look after you said it?” You paused, trying to recall how he looked. Damn you for being too anxious to look at people fully. 

“He did?” You asked meekly, a strange feeling encompassing you at the thought. You continued to contemplate your feelings, and they were stronger than you had anticipated.

“He has been for the longest time!” Lissa exclaimed, crossing her arms. “And I’ve been pointing it out this entire time! You’re just noticing?”

You couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. The sudden realization of just how deep your feelings had scared you. You’d never felt so scared for loving someone before. You loved your friends deeply and unconditionally, but not to the extent you loved Stahl. It was scary how you could envision your future with him, even scarier was the thought of him not being there. 

You kept stewing in these thoughts, sitting by the fire as the other’s started retreating to their tents. You had never seen yourself being dependent on someone else. The thought alone was terrifying. Relying on someone else, giving them your heart and trusting they won’t break it. But then your mind drifted to Stahl, and the thought of giving him your heart seemed less daunting. He was so sweet, easy to talk to and fun to be around. He had shown you nothing but kindness and your fearfulness seemed silly. If you were to depend on anyone, it would be Stahl. And just as you came to that conclusion, Stahl had joined you by the dwindling fire. 

Suddenly your self assurance had vanished and the anxiety of giving someone your all had returned full force. You curled in on yourself, holding your knees to your chest as you watched the flames dance around. You could feel Stahl’s worried eyes watch you, and where this would usually calm you down, it had only heightened the anxiety coursing through your veins. He had scooted closer to you. This too would normally calm you down, but this time it made you feel like you were drowning.

“What’s wrong?” He muttered, voice soft.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you buried your face into your knees, hoping it would hide you from your fears, “I’m scared.”

Stahl frowned, watching as your breathing picked up and you suddenly grabbed onto your hair. You kept repeating that you were scared and he felt his chest tighten. He hadn’t seen you like this in a long time, and he hoped he never had to. Your anxiety had been clear to him since he first met you, and it was his personal achievement that his presence had seemed to quell most of it. Although this time, he was the cause without even knowing.

He placed his hand on your back, bringing you into his chest and holding you. Resting his head on top of yours, Stahl gently rubbed your back. You grasped onto his tunic. Not only was he the source of your anxiety, but he still managed to comfort you.

Once your hysteria started to die down, Stahl asked, “Do you want to talk about it?

Your fist clenched onto his tunic once more, whimpering out pitifully, “I love you and it's scary.”

Stahl’s heart pumped faster, yet it twisted as well. Was loving him really so harsh? He knew it wasn’t that, but his own mind couldn’t help but warp it to be as such. 

“I’ve never felt this way for anyone before and it's so scary,” You continued, unaware of Stahl’s internal conflict. “I love you so much but I’m scared to let you in.”

At this, Stahl nuzzled the top of your head, “You don’t have to do anything you're not ready to do.”

“But I want to,” You replied back almost pathetically, melting into the warmth of his affection. “I want to love you and care for you, and for you to love and care for me.” 

“I do love and care for you,” Stahl replied instantly, only pulling away enough to meet your eyes. The usual feeling of warmth and affection filled him every time you were near filled him tenfold. He brushed back a stray strand of your hair as his hand rested on your cheek. 

His touch sent your body aflame, unused to such a gentle caring touch. You stared at him with unending love and adoration for the man who sat in front of you, who held and touched you with such reverence. You felt your mind finally ease, and the thought of giving your all to him had finally brought you peace. He cared for you just as you did him, and you couldn’t be any happier than you felt at that realization. 

Closing the small gap between the two of you, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You both watched the other with tenderness, not wanting the night to end just yet.

Lissa picked up on change in both of you the next day. She watched with near awe at your unabashed adoration for the other, how you were even more relaxed by Stahl’s side, how he managed to dote on you even more than before. 

‘Finally,’ Lissa thought to herself with a slight huff.

#stahl x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem awakening x reader #stahl fire emblem x reader #stahl #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #x reader #stahl fire emblem #fe stahl

[frickingnerd]

dating stahl

pairing: stahl x gn!reader

tags: fluff, romantic feelings

you and stahl were set up by your friends to go on a date and it had immediately clicked between the two of you

it seemed quite obvious to everyone but yourselves how good of a couple the two of you would make

you two just work so well together and there's barely ever any conflict between you

stahl and you just seem to get each other in a way where words aren't needed

you're on the same wavelength and seem to always share the same opinions

sometimes your friends do regret setting you two up up, since you're making everyone else jealous with how good of a couple you two make

you two got a love that other people envy you for and yet everyone is happy you two were able to find each other!

#stahl x reader #fire emblem stahl #stahl fire emblem #fe stahl #stahl #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #x reader #fluff #headcanons #hcs #dating #relationship #romantic #romance #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

OOo, for the Valentine matchups: I'm a non-binary (he/they) bisexual, with a slight preference for men.

I think I'd want a partner I can laugh with, but also provide comfort when times are tough. Someone who I can talk with for hours about anything. I usually do a lot of listening in relationships, so I'd probably be an emotional crutch for my partner.

I'm a pretty introverted person, but I tend to get more talkative the better I know a person. I can get pretty vulgar at times with people I know, so my personality can change between soft-spoken and obnoxiously loud at times.

(I would appreciate a FE3H matchup and/or an Awakening Gen 1 matchup, thanks!) <3

That was a tough match because I was considering quite a lot of options here if I'm being honest. You're compatible with a lot of characters in my opinion! But I think I picked the best option.

This is a part of 3x Valentines event

I match you with...

Stahl

He's the kind of person who is quite easy to talk to. Especially with how attentive he is towards other's feelings.

It just feels natural to talk both about the struggles and the next moment you'd be discussing something fun!

And he enjoys both your soft and loud sides just as much. Even when you get vulgar it's not like he'd stop you from it.

Expressing yourself is fun and important part of being human. Sure sometimes your vulgarity surprises him but that's just for a moment. It never even made him uncomfortable... if anything it can make him a little concerned depending on what you say.

He doesn't really need much emotional support, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't need any.

Even when he doesn't need it at the moment, just you checking up on him is sort of sweet. He doesn't even realize that it makes him happy because well, it's a normal thing to do and he's happy around you anyways so he never thinks much of it.

~Mod Bernadetta

#stahl fe #stahl awakening #fe stahl #stahl fire emblem #Stahl x reader #Awakening stahl #Matches #Matchup #Matchups #3x Valentines

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

House of the Dragon Masterlist

my requests for HotD are currently OPEN! i especially love writing for harwin and ser criston (controversial ik!) but i'm open to pretty much any character :)

hmu to be added to a taglist!

main masterlist | request guidelines

Aemond 'One-Eye' Targaryen

Of Traitors and Oathbreakers / Ending 1 / Ending 2 -  relationship: aemond x reader | summary: A Black in Greens territory is never a good thing, especially if that means falling into the hands of Prince Aemond | tags: angst, smut

Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet - relationship: aemond x reader | tags: smut

Aegon ii Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet - relationship: aegon x reader | tags: smut

Ser Criston Cole

Fashioned for love / Pt. 2: Our Great Glory - relationship: Ser Criston Cole x reader | summary: It’s never clear what he’s thinking – and you’re not sure if you want to know. | tags: angst, fluff, smut

Patience is the Virtue of a Lady - relationship: Ser Criston Cole x reader | summary: As Daemon's wife, you are left humiliated by your errant husband. As the product of an annulled marriage, you are seen as barren and tainted, left to befriend Queen Alicent, gaining the reputation of an unsalvageable woman over the years. But, the heart wants what it wants, and you have had your eyes on unattainable Ser Criston for years. | tags: angst, smut

Waters - relationship: Ser Criston Cole x reader | summary: Your existence is an insult to the woman you serve, Alicent Hightower. As Viserys Targaryen's bastard, you should not be serving his lawfully wedded wife - and Ser Criston knows this. Still, he can't seem to stay away... | tags: angst, smut

Criston Cole NSFW Alphabet - relationship: criston x reader | tags: smut

Corlys 'the Seasnake' Velaryon

Corlys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet - relationship: corlys x reader | tags: smut

Daemon 'the Rogue Prince' Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet - relationship: daemon x reader | tags: smut

Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong

I am his, and he is mine / Mine to take / A child of our own / Everything and More-  relationship: harwin x reader | summary: You’re married off to Ser Harwin Strong by your lord father’s designs, and the prospect of a marriage consummation terrifies you. All of these can be read as standalones! | tags: fluff, smut

Harwin Strong NSFW Alphabet - relationship: harwin x reader | tags: smut

OC: Alethia 'the Immortal' Stahl

Hand turns Loom - relationships: harwin x oc, aemond x oc, rhaenyra x alicent | summary: Hand turns loom. Destiny fucks Alethia over once more. She’d changed the course of history, changed it for the better even. She’d helped defeat the Dead, and then she’d made a vow to never fight again.

Instead, she gets sent back in time, right to the prelude of the Dance of the Dragons. Haunted by memories, and having to deal with the sudden loss of Sansa and her son, she has to navigate a game far more dangerous than the Night’s Watch. | tags: fluff, smut, angst, timetravel

a/n: this fic is extremely important to me! i've created several ocs in the course of the 44 chapters i have written, and plan on completely re-writing the Dance. If modern person in ... interests you, check this out!

gifset by @levithestripper

the fashion of 'Hand turns Loom': women - relationships: none | tags: inspo

more fashion by the amazing, wonderful @15-lizards

oc masterpost - tags: inspo, contains spoilers

#alethia stahl #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #criston cole #criston cole x reader #corlys velaryon #corlys velaryon x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #harwin strong #harwin x reader #harwin strong x reader

[amberlynnmurdock]

College Series (Part 1)

Part 1: Moving In

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Summary: Matt Murdock scarcely ever let himself get too comfortable with people because comfort was always followed by chaos, or worse, abandonment. But when you move into the co-ed apartment off campus, Matt thinks that maybe this time things will be different. At least, he really hopes so. And that might be the most naive thing he would do in his time studying law at Columbia University. Soon, his nights are filled with red wine, learning about Greek mythology and barely using his own bed to sleep in because yours is right down the hall.

A/N: This is basically me revamping what I always wanted "Library Series" to be, so I hope no one minds another college!Matt Murdock fic. I don't know if this will have a real plot yet, but I'll figure it out along the way. I hope you guys enjoy! :) This chapter is entirely in Matt's POV!

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Matt Murdock walked down the sidewalk slowly, counting each step as he did until he could sense that he reached his supposed destination. He stopped with his cane in front of him and listened to his surroundings: rustling leaves, a woman walking her dog, and cars turning onto the narrow street in upper Manhattan. 

The building he stood in front of was what he would be calling home for the next semester. Although he couldn’t see it, he knew it was a tall brownstone building with iron rails and large, wide steps. He could hear the creak in the old wood of the front door and the lock attached to it inside. He could hear the people inside the building moving boxes around and adjusting furniture. Strangers that he would be calling neighbors—for the time being, because people never stayed around forever. 

Matt heavily sighs as he adjusts his shoulder bag and lugs his suitcase behind him, which isn’t filled with much: sweaters, shirts, jeans, underwear, sheets, toiletries, his Bible, and Orbit Reader. When he was packing at St. Agnes’ he didn’t think much about what he would need to bring. While some college students made lists and packed, and overpacked, Matt thought nothing more of it than just a new place to stay. Maybe it was because he was so used to packing the same suitcase and moving from destination to destination, that he’d become accustomed to moving around a lot. After all, he truly never had a home since his dad died. That was the only home he’d known. St. Agnes was just a place to stay. 

With heavy shoulders, he walked up the steps one by one and shuffled in his duffle bag for the keys to the building. It was easy for him to pick it out. It was an old-fashioned skeleton key with an intricate gothic design he could trace with his fingertips. Once inside, he shut the heavy door behind him and stood once more before the long flight of stairs that would lead to his temporary apartment. Unfortunately, an elevator wasn’t an option. 

He slowly trekked up the steps, passing each floor and the shut doors of other people moving in. Some were college kids, some weren’t, but he heard each and every conversation as he passed. It reminded him of when he was younger when he would sit in Clinton Church before mass and hear people praying to God. It was uncomfortable to hear personal things, but he’s gotten used to drowning out the noise and moving on. 

After a few more flights, he finally reached the top floor of the building, which led to the apartment. It turned out to be the biggest one in the building. He pulled out the other key to the apartment and let himself inside, immediately hit with the smell of dust and old wood. He couldn’t sense any furniture in the living room, except for a small kitchen island with a marble countertop and an old wooden kitchen table set.

Matt traced his fingers along the wall as he slowly made his way to the hall that led to the bedrooms. First come, first serve he thought. There were two rooms closer to the front of the apartment with large windows—he could feel the cold draft coming in through them—and two rooms tucked towards the back. He immediately gravitated to the room furthest in the back. He didn’t like hearing the city at night, and he knew if he chose one of the rooms up front he’d never get a good night’s sleep. Then again, he seldom ever did. 

When he opened the room’s door, he dropped his bags and held his hands out to feel for the bed. It was in the center of the room, which he didn’t like, so he moved it to fit right in one of the corners. He pressed his hands on the mattress—brand new as the apartment listing said. And he knew it wasn’t a lie because he could smell the fresh, factory smell of the brand-new mattress. In fact, all the beds in the rooms had new mattresses, now that he could smell it in the air. 

There was a dresser against the other wall and a small closet. He didn’t have much to fill both up. In the other corner was a small work desk for homework. He began to unpack his books from his duffle bag and stacked them neatly on the desk. He ran his fingers over one of the titles in braille: Criminal Law & Procedure. 

The second year of law school is allegedly easier than the first. At least, this second year comes with more freedom, such as the option to live off campus rather than in one of the small dorms. At least his first year he got to meet his best friend: Foggy Nelson. 

Which, speaking of, he was bounding up the steps already with three bags he could barely carry by himself. 

“Matt!” He heard his friend shout from the steps, “Hey, Matt! You here yet?”

Matt met Foggy at the top of the stairs and laughed—he could hear the struggle in his friend’s voice. 

“Why don’t you stop laughin’ at me and grab a bag?!” 

After what felt like hours of going up and down the steps helping Foggy with his bags, and carrying a couch up into the living room, followed by a long goodbye from Foggy’s mom, Matt and Foggy plopped themselves on the couch in exhaustion. 

“Man,” Foggy groaned, “I didn’t know the apartment was on the top floor. I’m beat.”

“Maybe that’s why it was so cheap,” Matt thought, “no one wants to walk up those stairs.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Foggy answered. “Welp, guess I gotta pick a room. You don't think whoever we’re rooming with will mind we chose first, right?”

“Nah,” Matt shrugged, “the apartment listing said whoever gets here first picks. I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Alright. Where’s your room? I’ll pick the one next to it.”

  “I opted for the one farthest in the back,” Matt said, leaning over as Foggy got up to pick a room. He listened as Foggy shuffled between the rooms and moved his bags into his chosen space. 

Matt stayed on the couch, his hearing strayed to the noise that was outside the front windows. Naturally cocking his head, he could hear a local deli closing up for the evening. He could even smell the lingering scent of stale coffee. He heard people closer to Columbia University laughing and getting ready to go out to whatever frat party was going on that night. In the distance, he heard sirens wailing—for what reason, he didn’t know. He didn’t understand the ache that grew in his chest the longer he continued to listen to them. 

“Matt?” Foggy called for him, “You good?”

“Yeah,” Matt stammered. “What did you say?”

“I said let’s get dressed and find a local bar to hang at!” 

That didn’t take much convincing. 

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If Matt thought lugging suitcases up the flight of stairs was tough, he wasn’t prepared to walk up the stairs intoxicated. 

“Man, that was a terrible idea. Terrible idea you had,” Foggy slurred as he bumped into Matt on the stairs. Matt let out a laugh as he pushed Foggy back.

“My idea? It was your idea, you asshole,” Matt shot back playfully.

“Was it?” Foggy questioned, “Oh yeah, it was. God, how many stairs are there?”

Everything was spinning inside Matt’s head. He looked up behind his dark glasses and sensed the number of steps. 

“We have four flights left,” Matt said, pausing at the second floor and leaning against the wall.

“Jesus,” Foggy groaned. “Terrible, terrible idea, Matt.”

After fifteen minutes of an agonizingly drunk walk up the stairs, both Matt and Foggy finally made it to their new temporary home and collapsed on the couch at opposite ends. Matt let his head dip back on the couch while Foggy attempted to lift his legs on a spare moving box in front of him. Matt laughed at his attempts; he didn’t have to see to know his friend was struggling. 

“Hopefully our roommates will join us on future bar crawls,” Foggy said aloud. 

“Hopefully they don’t suck.”

“That too,” Foggy agreed. “I think—I think I’m going to call it a night, Matt. I’ll…I’ll talk to you…” and just like that, Foggy Nelson was snoring on the couch with his legs half-propped on a box. Matt forced himself to get up and move to his bed, not before putting a blanket over Foggy and turning the lights off. 

When Matt reached his room, his equilibrium was still making things seem spinning. He stumbled over his suitcase and duffle bag and caught himself on his bed, where he landed on his back. He threw his dark glasses on his desk and shut his eyes, using all his might to avoid listening to the sounds that lay outside the window. Putting himself in the back room was a good idea because it was much easier to ignore what he heard—more importantly, ignore how it made him feel. The liquor in him only swirled those feelings away. 

Matt turned on his side and reached for the Bible he kept under his pillow. He ran his fingers over the braille until he found a particular prayer he was looking for:

“Faith is the realization of what is hoped for and evidence of things not seen. Because of it the ancients were well attested. By faith we understand that the universe was ordered by the word of God, so that what is visible came into being through the invisible.” Hebrews 11:1-3.

Matt rested the Bible on his chest, mind drifting to things of his past, things he only kept hidden and locked away until he was completely alone with himself like he was now. It was heavy. Not the suitcase, not the way his legs felt walking up the steps inebriated, but the weight of the past, creeping up on him when he was alone. 

He fell heavily into a deep sleep. 

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Morning came, and so did his hangover. 

Matt was awakened by a knock on his door. Not his door, but the front door. A knock he would not have heard if not for his heightened senses. Throwing his dark glasses on, he rolled out of bed and walked into the living room. On the couch, Foggy still lay asleep, snoring. Matt’s head was pounding and his feet felt like cement as he stalked to the door, the knocking growing more erratic. 

When he opened the door, he was met with an overwhelming waft of sweet beery perfume and bubblegum. The person who stood in front of him—a young woman, he sensed—popped a bubble and clicked the gum inside her mouth. 

“Oh,” a squeaky voice said. “Are you a roomie?”

“Uh…“

“I’m Marci,” the young woman introduced herself. She held out her hand, but Matt made no move to shake it. 

“I’m—I’m Matt,” Matt said. He could sense the young woman’s candor by the way she pulled her hand back immediately and placed it on her hip. 

“Are you blind or are you hungover?” She clicked her gum again, taking note he was wearing dark glasses inside. 

Matt’s mouth twitched upwards. He wasn’t offended by her bluntness, only amused. 

“Both,” he simply said. 

“Hm,” she said, “well, I’m your new roomie.” she peered inside to see Foggy sleeping on the couch. “I’ll need help with my suitcases.”

And yet again, Matt was subjected to the torture of helping people bring their suitcases up the long flight of stairs. But if this was someone he was going to be living with for the next year, he thought it better to make friends and help than make enemies and refuse. Even if she was a little brash. 

“Matt?” Foggy groggily opened his eyes to the movement of boxes being lugged around. “Jesus!” Foggy said in the startling realization that Matt was no longer the only one he shared a space with. When he saw the beautiful blonde with her arms crossed and a look of judgment on her face, Foggy thought he might’ve woken up to an angel. 

“I’m Marci Stahl,” she popped her gum again. “Are you going to help bring my stuff up?”

“Absolutely,” Foggy stumbled to his feet, ignoring the spins he felt. Matt suppressed a chuckle as he placed the final box (he decided it was the final box for him now that Foggy was awake) on the ground. Now, it was up to Foggy.

Well, Foggy couldn’t completely help Marci yet before making a trip to the bathroom and yakking up the previous night’s regrets. Marci waited in the hall with her arms crossed. When Foggy met her outside again, he smiled awkwardly as Marci told him where her remaining boxes were. She had her mother waiting outside as well, who couldn’t be bothered to help bring up boxes. 

Matt took this as an opportunity to lock himself in his room and boot up his Orbit Reader to learn of his new schedule, starting Monday. He scrolled to find his classes and their descriptions, and what books he would need for class. With one earplug in, he listened as it read it to him. But not even the Orbit could help drown out Foggy’s attempts at flirting with Marci.

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“You’re not so bad, aren’t you?” Marci asked with suspicious eyes at Foggy. Foggy offered a hearty laugh and sat down on a pink velvet love cushion that belonged to Marci. She took a seat at the end of the couch, closest to Foggy. 

“What do you mean?” Foggy shrugged his shoulders, a goofy grin on his face. His long blonde hair peeked out under his green beanie. He had a terrible goatee, but for some reason, made him all the more endearing. 

“Well, we’re all going to be living together this year. Glad the co-ed space I chose has someone willing to carry all my boxes up the steps without complaint. And you’re not an asshole,” Marci rested her elbow on the arm of the couch, studying Foggy carefully. 

“What can I say? I’m pretty charming,” Foggy smiled.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Marci smirked. 

Matt sat at his desk laughing to himself as he listened to their conversation. 

“What are you studying? You’re a grad student?” Foggy asked, ignoring her retort. 

Marci looked at him like it was an obvious question. “I’m in the law school.” 

“Really?! No way!” Foggy exclaimed. “That’s what we’re here for, too. 2L?”

“Of course,” Marci said. “I wouldn’t be here if it were my first year.”

“Hey, maybe it was your third. I don’t know. What kind of law do you want to do?”

“IP, corporate, civil rights,” Marci shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll let it find me.”

“Badass,” Foggy nodded his head in amusement. Marci chuckled and rolled her eyes. 

“What’s up with your friend in there? Why hasn’t he joined us?”

“You’re right,” Foggy agreed. “Matt! Get your ass outta there and come bond with your roommates!”

Matt sighed and leaned back in his uncomfortable wooden chair. It was only a matter of time before he was summoned to socialize. He shut down his Orbit Reader and joined them in the living room, reaching in front of him to find the other end of the couch. 

“Well, I’m here,” Matt simply said with a small smile. He wasn’t really sure what to say.

“You’re the moody one, aren’t you?” Marci said with slight amusement, resting her chin in her hand. Matt chuckled.

“I wouldn’t say moody,” Matt scratched the back of his neck. “Uhh. Maybe I would, actually.”

“Every friendship duo has to have one. Clearly, your friend Foggy here is the opposite,” Marci teased. “My friend is like you, too. Quite type. Locks herself in her room. She should be here soon,” Marci thought aloud.

Matt quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, “Is she our fourth roommate?”

“Sure is. Let me call her real quick.” Marci got up and into her chosen room, the one in the front with the largest windows. 

Now that it was just Foggy and Matt, Foggy immediately bounded over to sit next to Matt on the couch and squeezed his arm.

“Dude, did we get lucky or what?!” Foggy shout whispered. “Rooming with two chicks?!”

Matt pushed his friend away with a laugh, “Foggy, don’t be like that, that’s gross. We’re supposed to be roommates.”

Foggy held his hands up in defense, “I’m just sayin’ man, let things run their course. Oh man, she’s beautiful. Blonde, has sharp features and—“

“Shh,” Matt hushed his friend. “She just got off the phone.”

“She’ll be here in ten minutes,” Marci announced as she walked back into the living. She paused as she noticed how close Matt and Foggy were sitting. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” they said in unison, feigning innocence. 

✣✣✣✣

While Foggy and Marci were exchanging life stories and their experiences studying to get into law school, Matt let his senses drift to focus on what else was going on in the building. He didn't want to engage in conversation, especially if the topic was backstories. He wasn’t ashamed of his upbringing at all, nor was he ashamed of where he grew up after his dad died, but he couldn’t deal with the reactions or sympathy his story inevitably brought out of people. He just didn’t feel like dealing with it with Marci, especially given how well her and Foggy’s conversation was already going. What did he have to add to it other than a tragic accident? 

A cool draft floated through the stairs, finding its way in any open creak or door in the building. Some of their downstairs neighbors were still moving in. In another room, someone was twisting a bottle of white wine open. Another attempted to hang a picture frame. Matt could hear the banging of the hammer on the second floor, the vibrations against the wall. He had to hide his grimace when he heard a chair squeak on the hardwood floor. 

Despite these sounds that no one else could hear, Matt had high hopes for the near future. He imagined late-night studying and sleeping in on weekends. He imagined sneaking into frat parties with Foggy and ending the night at local dive bars. 

When he heard the front door open, something shifted in the entire building. Something that caused Matt to move forward on the couch ever so slightly to hear better. The cold draft was replaced by a warmth in the air, followed by the ever-so-faint scent of lavender. Accompanied by the smell was an equally faint heartbeat. This person wasn’t nervous, they were content. He heard them sigh, and at this sound, Matt confirmed he was listening to a young woman. She too had a shoulder bag and suitcase she was lugging around, nothing else. No boxes filled with decorations or other extra things. No family dropped her off. 

Just her. 

She walked up the steps, one by one, and Matt could hear the pauses she took from the amount of stairs. His mouth twitched into a smile, fascinated that she was equally surpassed by the amount of stairs. It was clear that she was their fourth roommate, and it was confirmed when Matt heard her dial a number in her phone and Marci’s began to vibrate. 

“Are you here?” Marci asked through the phone immediately. 

“Yeah,” her friend breathed, “but I didn’t realize how many stairs there were! I’ll be up in five minutes if I’m lucky.”

“Do you need help with your bags? We luckily have two strong, burly men to do any heavy lifting we need,” Marci winked at Foggy. 

“No, I’m okay. I just have two bags. I’ll be right up.”

Marci squealed when she hung up the phone. “She’s here! Let me get the door for her.” 

As Marci walked over to open the front door, both Matt and Foggy stood up from their seats and awaited their fourth roommate’s arrival. Foggy waited like an excited puppy as he watched Marci lean in the doorway for her friend. Matt stood awkwardly, terrible at first encounters. He kept his hands in his pockets and tilted his head low, feeling more comfortable behind his dark glasses and chocolate brown hair that fell right over his eyes. The scent of lavender grew stronger the closer she made it to the apartment. 

And when she walked in, no longer did Matt hear the creak in the wood, the downstairs neighbors’ chatter, the outside city noises. No longer did he feel the cool draft from outside, or his own nervous heart beating in his chest. All of his senses, and all of his focus, were on her. The one other roommate who showed up alone, with no family, with nothing but two bags, and possibly an equally lonely heart. 

TAGS: @marvelcinematiquniverse

#matt murdock x reader #college!matt murdock #college!matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #charlie cox #daredevil #foggy nelson #marci stahl #college series

[lindisworld]

lindi’s masterlist 🤗

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary- Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Prologue : “Meeting the one”

Chapter one : “Worried for you”

Chapter two : “Devil’s hour”

Chapter three : “Into the night”

Chapter four : “Brunch for everyone”

Chapter five : “The Punisher”

Chapter six : “Hello, you”

#matt murdock x reader #marci stahl #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel

[p4rsuade]

one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART THREE)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. smut (giving head)

𝔀ord count. 958

robert stahl (shades of blue) x female oc

“Harlee, o’fuck... shit..” He groaned as he sat with his back against the headboard, keeping a firm grip in the prostitute’s hair as he pushes her mouth up and down onto his hard cock, her gagging and the clashing of the back of her throat and his tip filling the room’s lack of noise. “C’mon, you can do this..” He pushes her down until his entire dick was in her mouth. “There ya go..” He groaned, rolling his head back as he closes his eyes, biting back a moan.

“Fuuuuck, Nina..”

He pauses.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the prostitute who was still going down on him, and he gripped her hair and pushed her off.

“Ow, what the fuck?!” The woman scoffs as she looks up at him, wiping his seminal fluids off her lips with her finger.

He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation, “Get out.” He mutters. “What?”

“I said get out!” He snaps, and her eyes widen, and she got out of the bed, picking her clothes off the floor. “Fuck you.” She spat, and she walked out of the room, slamming the door.

He sat there in disbelief, rubbing his face again. What the fuck?

It’s been three weeks since their one night stand. Three weeks since he’s seen Nina. Three weeks since he’s kicked her out of his house almost immediately..

And fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind was preoccupied with two women.. Harlee, and Nina, and he was getting frustrated.

He needs a drink.

He slipped out of bed and picked up his boxers from off the floor, slipping them on, and then he picked up his trousers, pulling them on. He lets out a groan, rubbing his face again. His lips pursed into a thin line as he looked for the rest of his clothes.

—

He sat on the stool, staring at his glass that hung loosely around his fingers, and then he downs it as if it was his last drink.

Why the fuck was he thinking about Nina? He’s the one who kicked her out. She’s not even that special, just a simple lay, like the rest of the women he’s ever slept with.

He was too preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t realise somebody moved into the stool next to him; and when he finally did, and looked up, he felt as if his body just gave up on him.

Nina.

Should I speak to her? Should I ignore her? Should I get out? And before he could even decide, his body was already speaking for him than his mind. “Nina..” He breathes out, “Long time, no see.” He grins. Long time, no see? What, are you fucking stupid?

Her eyes glance over at him, and she pauses momentarily. “Robert..” She hums quietly, “Guess you weren’t wrong about being a regular.”

And he laughs, “Mm, yeah. You likin’ this place then? Seein’ as you’re comin’ back for seconds.” He cringed at himself, he didn’t mean it like that.

She stayed silent for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s a nice place.”

“How’s Harlee?”

Her question catches him off guard, and his grip tightens on the glass, if he didn’t realise and stop himself, he would’ve broken the glass, breaking it into tiny little pieces, but that’s how he felt in the moment. His heart ached as he heard her name escape her lips, and to be perfectly honest, he should move on. Harlee and him weren’t on good terms anymore. He fucked it up, although he wouldn’t like to admit it.

Nina was right in front of his eyes, and he was worried about another woman. But no, God, fuck no, Nina was just a simple lay, get in and get out. But, he was starting to doubt himself.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s alright.” He musters out, giving her a quick nod. “Doin’ well, yep.” His lips pursed into a thin line as his gaze turns back to his glass.

Simple lay.. Nah, fuck it. “Can we talk?” He finally looks over at her again.

“We’re already talking.” She replies, raising her brow. “No, I mean..” He lets out a groan, he wasn’t angry at her, but at himself rather. “About that night.”

He could see her demeanour tensing up, and he lets out a sigh.

“There’s nothing to talk ab—“ He cuts her off, grabbing her wrist. “No, don’t say that.” He shakes his head, “I treated ya horribly the mornin’ of. I’m really sorry, Nina.”

“It’s fine.”

His grip tightens, “But it’s not. I called ya H-Harl..” Even her name he couldn’t mutter out anymore, what the fuck was going on with him? “Fuck, ya know what I said. Listen.. I was just wonderin’ if we could hang out sometime.” And probably fuck her again. His thoughts whirled back to that night, her cries of pleasure, her whimpers, the way her eyes brimmed with tears as she got to her brink of rel— Stop, Robert.

She was taken aback, he could see it in her eyes. “Hang out?” She asks, as if she needed to make sure she heard him right. “Yeah, hang out. If ya want. I.. we didn’t get to learn much about each other last time, didn’t we?” He lets out a weak chuckle, and she nods and her lips curved into a small smile. “Yeah.. I guess we didn’t.”

“So, thatta yes?” He asks, his eyes glistening in hope of her agreeing to see him again.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” She chuckles.

And he smiles back, before loosening his grip on her wrist, but he still held onto her, as if she was going to run away from him.

#warren kole #robert stahl #shades of blue #jeff sadecki #phillip graves #jeff sadecki x reader #phillip graves x reader #robert stahl x reader #warren kole x reader #robert stahl x oc #warren kole x oc #phillip graves x oc #jeff sadecki x oc #cod #yellowjackets

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Angel of Hell's Kitchen

Summary: The office assistant for Nelson, Murdock & Page worries when her secret passion is discovered by her coworkers, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen shows her how much she’s loved for who she is.

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Reader, Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson X Marci Stahl

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I’m excited to share this one-shot with you because it’s my first time writing for Matt Murdock! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Angel of Hell’s Kitchen (Fanfiction Masterlist)

“Past due…past due…ah, a first notice!” Foggy glanced up from the stack of letters in his hands and grinned. “It’s always nice to have some variety, isn’t it?”

“Things’ll start looking up for us soon, Foggy,” (Y/N) promised, her happy mood unaffected by her friend and employer’s typical over-worrying; as the one and only office assistant of Nelson, Murdock & Page, she was allowed to indulge in her personal love of organizing and that morning, she was hard at work manually in-putting their next three weeks of appointments, consultations and court dates into their online calendar. “‘Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin-’”

“‘And I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.’” (Y/N) looked up in surprise as Matt finished quoting the Bible verse, his brows rising in surprise over the rims of his red-tinted glasses. “Matthew 6:28. I never knew you were Catholic, Miss (Y/L/N).”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Counselor Murdock, but I’m just a simple theatre nerd. It’s a verse used in the play Lilies of the Field, based off that 1960’s film starring Sidney Poitier. I played one of the nuns back when I was a sophomore in college; the habit was pretty uncomfortable to wear and my German accent was atrocious, but it was still a fun experience.”

“A fellow thespian!” Foggy exclaimed and Matt grinned widely. “I’m a theatre camp alumnus myself, and my performance in Pirates of Penzance is the stuff of legend. But this stays between us, okay? I don’t need it getting around Hell’s Kitchen that Counselor Nelson’s a reformed song and dance man.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with us, Jazz Hands.” Matt removed his fingers from his refreshable braille display and did a decent impression of the dance move, making (Y/N) burst into giggles and his own smirk to widen at the sound. “Is performing onstage something you only did in college?”

“Yeah, I mostly did it during school but I still dabble in it from time to time; a lot of people I went to college with are up-and-coming directors and when they stage productions for potential investors or theatre owners, they give me a call to see if I’ll do them a favor and perform. They get a reliable cast member that knows how to follow stage directions, and I occasionally get to do something that I really enjoy.”

The lawyer shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds like a win-win to me.” It didn’t escape her notice that Matt’s attention was entirely focused on her while she talked and judging by the look on his face, he was truly interested in what she had to say; her face warmed and for a brief moment, she thought that he caught her involuntary reaction before inwardly rolling her eyes at her paranoia. “Have you performed in any shows recently?”

(Y/N) nodded and across the long wooden table, Foggy helpfully called out, “She just nodded, buddy.”

“O-Oh, my God, Matt, I’m so sorry, I just-” She stopped herself when she spotted Matt’s amused grin. “You really get a kick out of people making complete asses of themselves around you, don’t you, Counselor Murdock?”

“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one, Miss (Y/L/N).” They both chuckled and (Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened when he reached over to rest his hand on hers. “Seriously, though, no harm done.”

Smiling to herself, she twisted her hand around to give his a gentle squeeze, distracted for a moment by his handsome features before recalling what they’d been discussing. “I’m, um, I’m actually in rehearsals for a show right now. One of my old classmates is staging a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at an old theatre on West 42nd, set to her own original songs inspired by 90’s Punk-Pop; it’s a pretty different take on the classic play, that’s for sure, but it’s been a really fun time so far.”

“I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Matt withdrew his hand from hers to gesture in Foggy’s vague direction. “You’ll have to tell us when it opens so we can come and support you and your friend.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped in her chest. “Oh, it’s not really that big of a deal-”

“Of course it is! Our wickedly-talented office assistant is starring in a production that might end up on Broadway someday,” Foggy insisted with a grin. “If we see it now, we’ll actually be able to afford the tickets without selling off a kidney first!”

“As usual, Foggy makes an excellent point.” A smiling Matt chimed in. “Personally, I look forward to hearing you sing; you have such a pleasant speaking voice, so I’m sure that you’re a naturally-gifted singer as well.”

Despite her discomfort, (Y/N) felt herself flush at the lawyer’s sweet compliment but she was careful not to let him distract her. “Really, guys, it’s nothing serious; it’s only three performances, the theatre’s got a bad draft and there may or may not be rats living in the walls. Besides, I’m the one who’s in charge of your calendar and the three of you are practically booked up to your eyeballs next month.” She abruptly stood and crossed the room to grab her coat and scarf, a forced smile on her face as she quickly donned the garments. “I’ve gotta go mail some letters and pick up the Bulletin, so I'll see you guys later!”

She hurried out of the back room of Nelson’s Meats before either of them could reply and didn’t release the breath she’d purposefully been holding until she made it outside the shop. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friends and colleagues to know about her passion for theatre, but she preferred to avoid their inevitable disinterest and the unavoidable heartbreak she’d suffer as a result. Not that I’m not already used to this particular brand of heartbreak, she thought with a small sniffle, blinking away the prickle of tears in her eyes before starting down the bustling sidewalk.

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The door closed behind (Y/N) and across the table, Matt heard Foggy sigh and toss the mail he’d been sorting through onto the tabletop. “She was lying just now, wasn’t she?”

Matt bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, she was. She didn’t look embarrassed, did she?”

“No, no, but she almost looked panicked at the thought of us going to see her perform.” The chair legs slid across the wood floor as Foggy stood up and began to pace beside the table. “And towards the end there, right when she was putting on her coat and scarf, it looked like she was about to-”

“Cry,” Matt finished for his best friend, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I heard her sniffle and smelled the tears right when she stepped outside the shop.”

“Show-off. It’s like she wants us to see her perform but at the same time, she doesn’t. Weird, huh?”

While they both pondered the strange behavior of their friend and office assistant, Matt couldn’t help but think back to her enchanting laughter and the way her heartbeat elevated when he rested his hand on hers; her skin was soft beneath his fingertips and for one blissful moment, he could imagine moving his hand to cup her cheek and leaning forward to capture her lips in a slow and passionate kiss. His crush on their firm’s sweet office assistant had only grown in the six months she’d been with them, but he held himself back from fully indulging in them out of fear of overstepping his boundaries; he was technically one of her bosses and after the near-disastrous relationship breakdown between him and Karen, he was more than a little wary of entering into yet another office romance. But thanks to his heightened senses, he was starting to suspect that she had some feelings of her own that she was doing her best to bury for the sake of their workplace environment.

Matt had slipped his earbud back in and resumed going over court documents on his braille display when their law firm’s third partner walked into the backroom of Nelson’s Meats, balancing a to-go beverage tray in one hand and a stack of manila envelopes in the crook of her arm. “I motion that Foggy handles the drink orders from here on out.”

Matt chuckled. “I second the motion.”

“Hey, we all voted on a rotational schedule fair and square,” Foggy defended as he stood and took the drinks from Karen’s hands. “It’s not my fault that drink orders coincided with your case researching, Miss Page.”

“And yet, it somehow still feels like it is, Counselor Nelson.” Karen set her armful of full envelopes onto one of the empty chairs and practically collapsed onto another, sighing in relief when she slipped off her high-heels and took a long drink of her coffee. “Did either of you boys happen to upset (Y/N) today? I bumped into her on the way here and she looked a little bummed out, but I couldn’t figure out why.”

“We noticed that, too. One minute we were talking and having a good time, and the next she was practically sprinting to get out of here. She was telling us about the show she was set to star in for an old friend, but she started to panic when we mentioned coming to see her perform,” Matt explained, pausing his text-to-speech software and angling his head to the side as an idea came to mind. “Karen, could you do me a favor? Can you do a little digging and find out which theatre on West 42nd is putting on a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream next month?”

“There’s no need; I already know which theatre you’re talking about. It’s Pearl Theatre, 555 West 42nd Street, and the show’s scheduled to run from April 8th to the 11th.” Foggy whistled low and Matt’s brow shot up in surprise. “There’s a flyer posted at the coffee shop, and I always take a look at the bulletin while I wait for our order.”

Matt could sense Foggy holding in his laughter as he replied, “See, isn’t it a good thing you’re the one who goes and gets the coffee the most?” Ignoring the middle finger that their partner threw up at him, Foggy stretched his arm out and nudged Matt’s hand with the edge of one of his case files. “I can tell that something’s going on inside that ridiculously good-looking head of yours, so spill.”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about time that Nelson, Murdock & Page take their first corporate outing in honor of their hard-working office assistant,” He replied with a growing smile. “Who’s in?”

He could hear Karen tap her coffee against his in a subtle toast before taking a sip. “Why the hell not? I’ll work on getting us tickets when they go on sale.”

“I’ll get Marci to help me pick out a nice congratulatory bottle of wine-”

“And I’ll be in charge of getting her a bouquet of flowers.” Matt leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “And remember, not a word of this to (Y/N), okay?” His business partners assured him that they’d keep quiet and as the three of them began planning their surprise, he hoped that his suspicions about the root of their lovely office assistant’s conflicted feelings would be forgotten the moment she spotted them in the audience.

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“Curtains up in five, people!”

“Thank you, five!”

The green room bustled with anxious energy as performers frantically finished getting ready and nervous techies checked that each person’s mic was properly secured. (Y/N) watched the chaos unfolding from her stool in the corner, sipping her lemon and honey tea and smiling to herself as she was reminded of her first few years of performing; she’d always been an anxious mess on an opening night but now that she was older, she was able to do a much better job of hiding it beneath a façade of confidence.

“Like chickens with their heads cut off, huh?”

(Y/N) chuckled as Marcus, the man acting opposite of her Titania as the Fairy King Oberyn, leaned a shoulder on the wall next to her. “I heard that some of their acting professors are in the audience and they can be quite the ball-busters when it comes to adapting Shakespeare.”

“Poor kids. Must be why I just caught one Googling a Wiccan good-luck spell in the bathroom, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a Power of Three spell from Charmed.” After another reminder of the impending start of the show, Marcus took a moment to adjust his suspender while she tossed out her to-go cup and slipped her high heels on. “I’m surprised you’re not as jittery as the rest of our cast tonight, seeing as your friends are in the audience.”

Her head instantly shot up and her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, there’s four of ‘em; two men and two women, and one of the men is blind. They were the first ones seated when the house opened, and one of the women’s been describing the stage and sets to the blind guy. The front-of-house manager heard ‘em mention your name while she helped seat them.”

Marcus was soon called away for a last-minute mic-pack battery check and (Y/N) was left speechless by his surprising news; how the hell did they even find out about all this, she asked herself with a mixture of awe and wariness, a little unsure of how to handle the unexpected turn of events. A spur-of-the-moment decision led her to climbing the steep staircase up to the theatre’s proscenium lighting crawlspace, and she peered through the wire-covered opening at the audience down below. Sure enough, Matt, Karen, Foggy and his fiancée Marci were seated in the center row; the happy couple were excitedly perusing the show’s program together while Karen talked to Matt, and (Y/N)’s heart thudded in her chest when she spotted the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers resting on his lap. As she watched, Matt angled his head upwards and his lips curved into a smile, the action nearly making her wonder if he somehow knew that she was there, but she quickly brushed the impossible thought away.

Although a part of (Y/N) still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, tears began to prickle in her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had come to see her perform or shown any interest whatsoever in her passion for theatre and as she carefully made her way back down the steep staircase, she vowed that she’d give her friends and her secret crush the performance of a lifetime.

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“Okay, ‘kay, one last toast before we head home so I can hurl all this up before passing out!” The group winced and groaned in disgust at Foggy’s bluntness but raised their bottles and glasses as he addressed (Y/N). “Thanks to you, I was able to witness the epically-unholy union of Shakespeare and 90’s Punk-Pop, and now my life is complete.” Marci loudly cleared her throat and they all snickered as Foggy quickly corrected himself for his amused fiancée’s sake. ��Almost, it’s almost complete. Anyways, you were fantastic and while I don’t always understand theatre in my older age, I sure as hell respect the people who do. To (Y/N), our amazing office assistant and an even cooler thespian!”

“To (Y/N)!” They loudly tapped and clinked their drinks against one another before downing the last of their alcohol. After the show, they’d all gone to meet (Y/N) at the stage door and after gifting her a bouquet of flowers and a nice bottle of wine, they invited her to join them at Josie’s for a nightcap; one drink turned into many, many more, with their group even clearing out the celebratory bottle of wine, and they’d only decided to call it a night when (Y/N) reminded them that she had another night’s performance and a Sunday matinee to rest up for.

Matt could sense the blood rushing to (Y/N)’s cheeks and grinned when she ducked her head in embarrassment. “All I can say is thank you. I’ve never had…well, I’m not used to performing for friends, so I really can’t thank you guys enough for finding a way to be there tonight.” Matt detected the slight catch in her voice before the others applauded her, and a part of him knew that there was something more significant behind it than gratitude, but he decided that he’d wait until they were alone to ask her about it.

When their drinks were finally gone and even Josie’s patience with them was starting to wear thin, they all stumbled out of the bar and headed home; Karen decided to share a cab with Foggy and Marci while Matt offered to walk (Y/N) home. He opted to hold the hand she generously offered him instead of unfolding his white cane, smiling to himself as they swung their joined hands back and forth while they slowly walked down the deserted sidewalks and desperately trying to hide the smitten blush that threatened to appear on his inebriated face.

“While you were in the bathroom, Karen mentioned that you were the one in charge of getting the flowers.”

“Yep,” Matt replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word and chuckling at her giggle. “Picked ‘em out all by myself; the florist tried talking me into buying roses, but these ones smelled much nicer to me.”

(Y/N) brought the bouquet up to her nose and inhaled their scent. “You made a good call, Counselor Murdock. I’ve always preferred the scent of flowers over the look of ‘em, and I’ve always thought that roses are far too cliché.”

“Well, I’m glad that you approve of my decision, Miss (Y/L/N).” He could sense the blood rushing to her face and hear the stutter of her heartbeat, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to stop walking and lean in for a kiss. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“You just did, but I suppose I’ll be okay with another one.”

Shaking his head at her silly answer, Matt bumped his shoulder against hers and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Why were you so dead-set against us seeing you perform? You’re an amazing actor and an even better singer, so I don’t really get why you wouldn’t want any of us coming to see you do something you so obviously love.”

“Oh. Well, um…” (Y/N) swallowed thickly while Matt patiently waited for her to answer. “I’ve performed almost all my life, and certainly for as long as I can remember. But the older I got, the less my friends and family seemed interested in supporting my hobby; coming to see me perform was more of a chore to them than an honor. The first time I got to play a lead in high school, I saw my dad asleep in his seat and my friends texting in the back of the auditorium. My junior year boyfriend missed my first Shakespearian monologue because he snuck out to go watch our school’s basketball game. Everyone I invited to my last high school musical made excuses for why they couldn’t come to any of the performances, and I missed our entire cast party because I was crying my eyes out in a Denny’s bathroom. Performing all throughout college was the highlight of my life, but I didn’t have anyone to share it with because by that point, I knew that asking anyone to come would only lead to unnecessary heartache. So when I saw you guys sitting smack-dab in the middle of the audience, I-I just…I couldn’t believe that you not only remembered a conversation from over a month ago, but you all took time out of your busy schedules just to come tonight.” Her hand tightened around his and her voice waivered as she added, “No one’s ever been that considerate to me.”

Matt’s heart nearly shattered at the hurt he could detect in her words and without a second thought, he stopped walking and let go of her hand to gently cradle her face between his own. “(Y/N), you deserve to have people around you who care about your interests. They’re a reflection of who you are, after all. All those people – your friends, your family, even that asshole boyfriend – they should be kicking themselves in the asses right now; they let an angel slip right through their fingers because they were too self-absorbed to appreciate her the way she deserved to be appreciated.”

“Do you…? You really mean that, don’t you?”

With a small smile, Matt reached down for her free hand and held it flat against his chest, directly over his heart. “I’m a good Catholic boy, remember? When we call people angels, we tend to mean it.” She exhaled a quiet laugh, and his thumb caressed the warm apple of her cheek as he sensed she had something she wanted to say. “What is it, angel?”

(Y/N)’s heart hammered away in her chest at his use of the pet name and after a long pause, she softly asked, “Do good Catholic boys generally give angels a celebratory kiss at the end of one of the happiest nights of their life?”

Matt nervously wet his lips in anticipation. “Only when angels ask them nicely.”

“Please, Matt…will you kiss me?”

He slowly leaned in – taking a moment to appreciate the sound of her quickening heartbeat, the feel of her warmth beneath his palm and the floral scent that engulfed his senses – and with gentle restraint, he finally brushed his lips against hers in the sweetest of kisses. It started out soft and undemanding, with the both of them attempting to respect the other’s boundaries, but it quickly devolved into a heated embrace when (Y/N)’s fingers curled around his tie and tugged him closer. He let out a deep groan at the sensation and she smiled against his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her against him.

While the Devil and the Angel of Hell’s Kitchen kissed on a deserted sidewalk in the middle of the city they both cherished, a familiar Shakespearian line would come to mind…

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind…”

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A/N: A lot of this was based on my own personal experience growing up as a theatre kid and if anyone out there can relate to this, just know that your people are out there and when you find ‘em, I promise that they’ll love you for exactly who you are 💖 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing Matt Murdock!

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I would love some angst with Matt Murdock.

Imagine the kids of Foggy and Marci, either toddlers or teenagers, ask their beloved and cool uncle Matt why he never married or have a girlfriend.

Then he start to tell them about Y/N, the woman he was married to long ago, the person he loved the most in the world. His greatest love. The love of his life.

But she's dead, and all because of the double life of Matt. And it's something Matt have to deal with every day.

nonnie, you really made me break my own heart with this one, but I still love ya anyway. i've got tissues if you need them. thank you so much for the request, I hope this is what you had in mind. ❤️

warning: this one is kinda heavy. it does deal with themes of death and loss, grief, and there's a very extremely brief (blink & you miss it) mention of matt wishing for death (didn't wanna use the s word). if any of these themes make you uncomfortable or are triggering, please feel free to skip this one. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise. feel free to yell at me in my dms or in the comments after. I apologize for breaking your hearts in advance. word count: 2.5k

violets.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Matt could hear two sets of feet barreling down the staircase at full speed. A chuckle slipped past his lips as he folded up his cane and placed it on the entryway table, getting down on one knee with a huge grin on his lips and holding out his arms as he braced himself for impact. 

“Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!”

Matt laughed as he wrapped his arms around the twins, hugging them both into his chest tightly as he kissed both their heads. 

“Hey kiddos. What trouble are you two causing, huh?”

An exasperated Marci appeared in the hallway, both hands on her hips as he shook her head and motioned towards the stairwell.

“Michael and Paige Nelson, what have I told you two about running down the stairs?”

“But mom, Uncle Matt is here!”

“And did you think he was gonna disappear if you didn’t get downstairs fast enough?”

Matt chuckled as he gently squeezed Michael’s shoulder, tilting his head in Marci’s direction. 

“Your mom is right, you guys shouldn’t be running down the stairs. We don’t want either of you to get hurt. Besides, I’m pretty sure the park also has a strict no play policy if you have any broken bones.”

“That’s the law?”

“That’s the law, sweetheart.”

Matt placed a gentle kiss to Paige's temple and smiled as he stood up, letting the twins each take one of his hands to tug him into the living room area. He couldn’t help but laugh as Marci rolled her eyes before heading back into the kitchen.

“Franklin, come get your children!”

“Why are they always mine when they’re in trouble?”

“Because I did all the work for nine months, that’s how this works.”

Foggy appeared in the living room and looked between the twins with a quizzical arch of his brow, settling his hands on his hips as he tried to mask his grin.

“What did you two do?”

“Nothing!”

“Lying under oath is perjury and a punishable offense.”

“We didn’t swear an oath, daddy. All our books are upstairs.”

Matt tried his hardest to stifle his laughter into his fist, feeling Foggy’s gaze staring daggers in his direction. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he sat down on the couch, holding his hands out for Paige as she crawled up into his lap.

“She has a point.”

“You, stop encouraging her. And you, quit being better at my job than me.”

Matt grinned as he tickled Paige’s side, feeling the smile spread further across his face as she giggled. Foggy plopped down on the other side of Matt, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head as he held his hands out for Michael.

“Did you tell Uncle Matt your big news, Mikey?”

Matt cocked his head to the side as Michael settled in his dad’s lap, picking up on the shy smile that appeared on his mouth.

“What big news?”

“Mikey here has his first girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? You’re six, what do you need a girlfriend for?”

“Oh please, and how old were you when you started dating, Murdock?”

Marci teased as she scooped Michael up into her arms from Foggy’s lap, peppering kisses all over his face as he giggled loudly. Foggy snorted as he clapped his hand on Matt’s shoulder, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t answer that. He idolizes you enough as it is, we don’t need him following your footsteps in that department.”

This seemed to capture Michael’s attention as he whipped his head around in Matt’s direction.

“Uncle Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

Matt instantly froze. He could feel both Foggy and Marci go rigid either side of him, and tension seemed to fill the living room like heavy fog. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and cleared his throat as he made a tight fist with his left hand.

“I…uh, no. No I don’t, buddy.”

“How come?”

Paige’s voice was soft as she laid her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him inquisitively. He silently thanked God that he hadn’t removed his glasses, because he could feel tears starting to brim his waterline. Foggy swallowed thickly as he placed his hand on Paige’s back to get her attention.

“Why don’t we-”

“No…no, it’s alright.”

Matt knew this day would come eventually. He knew as soon as the twins were born, one day they were going to have questions. He had been dreading it for the past six years, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain it delicately. He wasn’t sure how they would react, or what they would think of him once they knew the truth.

“I don’t have a girlfriend because…well, I used to have a wife.”

“Where is she?”

Matt took a shaky breath as he swallowed thickly, turning his head to face Michael with a sad smile on his lips.

“She went to Heaven.”

Paige snuggled into Matt’s side a little closer, her tiny hand reaching for his to hold. He wasn’t sure if it’s because he had held her first the day the twins were born, or some other force, but Matt had always had a stronger connection with her. He loved them both equally, of course, but Paige always seemed to be more in tune with him. Maybe it was because Paige was exactly like what he hoped his daughter with you would have been like. Too smart for her own good, incredibly observant, generously kind. He often thinks about how much you would have loved her. God, how much she would have loved you. They both would have.

“What happened?”

“Michael-”

Matt shook his head when Marci went to cut him off. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a curious kid. Michael had never seen Matt with a woman, or ever heard him talk about one before. He was bound to have questions. 

“She…had an accident. It was my fault. I…I didn’t keep her safe like I should have…and she got hurt.”

Foggy got up to start picking up various toys around the living room, but Matt knew it was so his kids wouldn’t see him cry. You and Foggy had been very close. You were essentially another sister, like Karen, that he never had but always wanted. Foggy would never ever say it out loud, but Matt knew deep down that Foggy blamed him for your death. He knew Karen did too. There’s no way either of them couldn’t. 

It was his fault.

If he hadn’t been the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you would still be alive. If he had been more careful, if he had just focused more on being a husband than trying to be a hero, if he had fought harder to protect you instead of his city, you’d still be here. Matt lost everything when he lost you. 

“Do you miss her?”

Matt tried his hardest not to crack at Paige’s soft voice. He didn’t want either of them to see him cry, or think they’d upset him with their questions. All he could do was nod his head slowly, using his thumb to twist his wedding band around his ring finger gently. 

“Everyday.”

Matt had completely shut down after you died. He became even more reckless than he did after Midland Circle. He stopped wearing the red suit. He wanted to feel every ounce of pain he knew he deserved for what he let happen to you. He wanted to break and bleed, hoping it would drown out the pain he felt inside. He went out every night looking for someone to end it. 

Matt Murdock and the Devil were both long gone. A hollow, fragile shell was all that remained. 

He didn’t see or speak to anyone for a year. Karen managed to track him down and found him one night curled up by your grave on your wedding anniversary. As much as he tried to fight her, Karen wouldn’t let go, and once she tracked him down again, she enlisted the one person she knew could get through to him. The one person who could understand exactly what Matt was going through. The one person that had survived that kind of pain. 

“This ain’t what she woulda wanted for ya, Red. All this shit, it ain’t gonna fix it. Trust me. All it’s gonna do is make that void even deeper. I know right now, hell it feels like that pain ain’t ever gonna go away. And I can’t sit here and lie to ya and say it does, cause it don’t. Some days it just…hurts a little less. But she saw somethin’ in you, yeah? Somethin’ worth a damn. You wanna honor her memory, prove her right. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Red. You prove to her you’re the man she thought you were.”

Frank wouldn’t let Matt out of his sight for six months. He was there to talk him down from the ledge when it felt like he was drowning in grief. He let Matt use him as a punching bag to lash out when he stepped in to keep him from getting himself killed. He held him when Matt woke up screaming because he lost you in his nightmares all over again. He sat with him in silence when Matt would go days without speaking. Sometimes he would tell him stories about Maria and the kids when they came to him. There were some days when Frank felt like he was starting to forget little things, and remembering them out loud helped him hold onto them a little longer. 

There was one night whenFrank was telling a story about how Maria used to always put her chocolate in the freezer, and wouldn’t touch it until it was completely frozen, that Matt seemed to finally break his silence.

“Said it made it taste better or somethin’. Didn’t make no damn sense to me. But God forbid I ever buy that woman chocolate and not put it in the freezer. She’d give me hell, every single time.”

All of a sudden, Matt burst into a fit of laughter. Frank nearly broke his neck looking over at him, watching as he doubled over and laughed so hard, tears threatened to slip. Frank immediately froze. He wasn’t sure if Matt had finally broke and was having a psychotic episode, or what. He must have been able to sense Frank’s apprehension, because he shook his head as he tried to talk through his laughter.

“Y/N used to do that. I never understood it, but I knew better than to question it.”

Frank let out a deep exhale of relief, finding himself smiling as Matt was still coming down from his fit of laughter. He chuckled along with him, shaking his head slowly.

“Must be a woman thing.”

“Maybe. Or maybe that was just our wives.”

That was the first time Matt had laughed in almost two years. There was a tender smile on his lips and a gentle look in his blank stare, like he was replaying a memory of you in his head like a comforting home movie. Frank watched him silently. Slowly, the smile began to melt, and Matt’s eyes welled up as his face contorted into an expression of grief and regret. That was the first time he had said your name out loud in two years. Frank held him for hours as he wept.

After that night, Matt started to mention you more. It was small at first, a few things here and there, but after a while, he was sharing memories of you with Frank too. Piece by piece, Frank helped Matt heal to where he could function again. There was a comfort only they could find with each other. Matt started going to church again with Maggie as he struggled to make peace with his God. He eased himself back into work to keep himself busy, trying to find his purpose again. He started spending more time with Foggy and Karen again, and found himself finally able to return to places that held memories of you. Sometimes he could feel your gentle touch or hear your voice at night when he prayed. He mentioned this to Frank once and asked if that ever happened to him too.

“Yeah, it does. I feel her all the time, Red. Sometimes, I shit you not I hear her in my head. She still always has the answers exactly when I need ‘em.”

When Foggy told Matt and Karen that Marci was pregnant, Matt felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in years. You and Matt had always talked about having a family. He would never be able to have one with someone else. He could never remarry or love anyone else the way he loved you. A huge part of him still felt like he would never deserve to. But being an uncle was the closest he was ever going to get to the life you two planned together, and he would take it.

“Would she have liked us?”

Matt was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Michael had joined Paige in his lap. A somber smile spread over his lips as he nodded, wrapping the twins up in a big hug and pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads.

“She would have loved you both so much.”

“What was her name?”

Matt let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as he tilted his head in Paige’s direction.

“Her name was Y/N.”

It still hurt to say your name out loud sometimes.

“Did you know Y/N, daddy?”

Foggy quickly wiped at his eyes as he turned around, kneeling down on the floor in front of Matt as he put his hands on the twins’ backs.

“I did, Mikey. She was my best friend. Practically my sister, just like Aunt Karen.”

“Do you miss Aunt Y/N too, daddy?”

Matt closed his eyes and choked back a sob at Paige’s words. You would’ve loved to be their aunt. Foggy gently squeezed her shoulder as he gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded. 

“Everyday.”

“Can we go visit her?”

Marci sat down beside Foggy on the floor and put her hand on Matt’s knee, squeezing gently before looking up at Michael with a soft smile.

“No, baby. I’m afraid we can’t go visit her in Heaven. But if Uncle Matt says it’s okay, maybe we can go visit her where she’s buried and bring her some pretty flowers.”

“Can we do that Uncle Matt? Please?”

Matt didn’t bother hiding the tears that slipped down his cheeks as he tried to smile, nodding his head in Michael’s direction as he sniffled. 

“I think she’d love that, Mikey.”

“What kinda flowers did Aunt Y/N like?”

Matt smiled softly as Paige held his left hand, letting her twist his wedding band around his finger timidly.

“Violets. She loved violets.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock request #daredevil #daredevil fic #daredevil request #foggy nelson #karen page #marci stahl #frank castle

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I've recently returned to Shades of Blue and jesus christ on a stick Warren in this is....something else ;;

I'm thinking now about icky, absolutely nasty and creepy Agent Stahl perving and being completely obsessed over the daughter of a corrupt cop or one of his fellow co-worker :((

#kin speaks #the show has a iron grip on me #and stahl especially♡ #robert stahl x reader #robert stahl #shades of blue

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Phillip Graves x reader x Robert Stahl FanFic?! I can't stop thinking about it.

Reader is around 31 or my other idea is that reader is 20 years old.

I..... I don't know why... IMA OBSSESED WITH THIS!!

#phillip graves #x reader #robert stahl

[charmedtodeath]

These Traps We Fall Into | Robert Stahl/fem character (Part 1)

Summary: Agent Stahl is working on a case investigating corruption in the NYPD when he discovers his asset has more to offer than just intel and evidence. (Third person POV)

TW/CW: stalking, obsession, obsessive behavior, abuse of authority, abuse of power, possessive behavior, inappropriate behavior, general creepiness, age gap

a/n: Hello, fellow Warren Kole enjoyers. I didn’t want this to be Shades of Blue 2.0 so in place of Harlee, the detective character is a man with an unnamed adult daughter. Third person despite being a reader insert because it’s easier to tell the story that way and a lot of people hate first person POV lol. Loosely inspired by an idea sent to @rors-grvs

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Part 2

Special Agent Stahl has never been the type of person to just let things go. Winning and being right are the most important things to him, and he'll stop at almost nothing to get what he wants. He craves control and power, among other things. What he didn't expect during his most recent investigation on corruption in the NYPD was how much he ended up craving her.

Stahl, of course, had profiled her detective father and knew almost everything there was to know about him: where he lived, what kind of car he drove, where he stopped for coffee in the morning, and all about the racketeering and corruption he was about to be arrested for. His daughter, on the other hand, only thought of her dad as a morally upright man who'd sworn to protect and serve, and had no idea about the payoffs he was taking. He was just one of New York's finest. Dear old dad was simply making the community a better place and it showed, according to the improved crime statistics in Brooklyn.

So when her dad suddenly began having to work on more cases than usual and was acting strange, she chalked it up to coincidence. New York City was always a busy place and there's no rest for the wicked. She herself was too swamped to really pry into him and figure out what was going on, and she felt like a bad daughter for not trying harder.

After all, emotionally supporting him was the least she could do while he was letting her stay with him, rent free. Medical school isn't going to be cheap and scholarships and grants won't cover everything. She's been spending nearly all her available time picking up extra ambulance shifts to save as much money as possible in an attempt to avoid drowning in debt later down the road.

As much as she wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a detective like him someday, she took after her mother instead. They had been a stereotypical couple; a cop falling in love with an emergency room nurse. After a couple of kids and a divorce resulting in her younger brother preferring to live with their mom and stepfather, she stayed in NYC with Pops.

Medicine seemed like a more promising career, anyway, with a lower likelihood of getting hurt on the job. On the advice of her pre-med academic advisor, she had picked up a job soon after turning 18 as an EMT for the FDNY to get a taste of emergency medicine. She loved the adrenaline rush and the chance to help people at their worst. Eventually, she was able to complete the steps to become a paramedic the year before finishing her undergrad degree in biology. The acceptance to four different schools soon came along and she'd be starting at NYU this coming fall. She loved the energy of the city and didn't want to give it up for more rural locations. There was simply no better place to live and breathe the intensities of emergency care.

All in all, it was really the perfect situation- she got to move back in with her father and save thousands on rent, work was close by, and it would still be a few months before she had to start commuting to Manhattan for school. That being said, things had changed by the end of May. Her dad was suddenly working insane hours and she'd usually end up eating dinner alone, sometimes not running into him again until the following morning. Seeing him abruptly run down and anxious sparked her worry and she decided to catch him at breakfast to investigate after a week of his strange behavior.

"Is everything okay at work, Dad? I haven't seen you around much this week."

"Oh, there's no need to worry about me, kid. Just have a lot going on with an extra heavy caseload, that's all." It wasn't unrealistic for him to have a thick stack of case files to get through, but it had been relatively quiet in Brooklyn for the past few months. The uptick in activity has been worrying her.

"If you say so. Just so you know, I'm gonna be back super late tonight. Running a double today."

"Don't hurt yourself working too hard. I love you."

"Love you, too. Maybe you should take your own advice, though. I'll see you later." Without another word, she slides on her work boots before leaving the apartment, and she swears she hears him sigh in relief once she's halfway through the door.

It seems like everyone in Brooklyn decided that today was the day they absolutely needed to go to the hospital. There were nonstop ambulance runs all morning and afternoon, and she and her partner barely had time to go back to their base location in between runs. So much for catching up on podcast episodes.

By the time she gets back home, it is well after midnight and all she wants to do is shower off the sweat and grime before collapsing in bed. Luckily, she's on second shift next so she would be able to sleep in. If she had been more awake and alert, maybe she'd have noticed the contents of her dresser being slightly askew, or her hair brush a few centimeters to the left of its usual spot. Her father had taught her to always be alert and observant, but pure exhaustion made her overlook the fine details.

In fact, she had become so hyperfocused on work and training a new EMT for the past few days that she had failed to notice she was being tailed. Nobody would have questioned a man in a suit with a badge at the scene of a shooting. If she had seen him, she would have assumed he was just another detective milling about while she treated victims and sent away anyone who needed to be transported to the hospital. The following day, she paid no attention to the same man watching her in the freezer section of the grocery store on her way home.

She had learned to be vigilant about more traditional threats in the city- people walking a little too closely behind her at night, creepy onlookers who were overly fascinated by female paramedics and tried to flirt while she was working, or intoxicated patients that harassed and tried to hurt her in the back of the ambulance. These kinds of threats felt more real because she could see, hear, and sometimes smell them.

All the years of training and learning to defend her personal space and emotional boundaries were worth nothing compared to someone who picked apart people for a living. Her father and his Street Crimes Unit had been under surveillance for weeks before he was ever arrested, and she was simply an afterthought to most people working on the case. Daughter, age 23, lives with surveillance subject in Brooklyn is what they'd note about her before moving on to the next part of the profile. Robert Stahl is not most people.

At first, he was only interested in taking down her father's corrupt lieutenant and trying to link him directly to the laundered payoff money. But as soon as Stahl laid eyes on her, he knew this detective was the one he'd be picking up and offering an immunity deal to in exchange for becoming an FBI informant. Her dad was very careful to hide all of this from her, not wanting to add any more undue stress in her life when she was about to start medical school. Stahl was careful to hide his tracks as well, making sure she didn't spot him while he was watching her and not stealing anything each time he broke into their apartment. He would look, he would touch, but he wouldn't take.

She had become a personal project to him, a bonus that came along while he was working on a real investigation. It took only weeks for his obsession to grow and fester into something so powerful that he swore he'd do anything to protect her. If her father didn't hold up his end of the bargain and ended up in prison, Stahl would ensure she was taken care of. He could give her a better home and a better life than her father was capable of.

When things began to fall apart for the detective and he was spending more and more time away from home, Stahl was able to sneak into their apartment as often as he wanted. With a GPS tracker carefully hidden in the thick sole of her work boots and location tracking on her dad's phone, he didn't have to worry about either of them showing up at home unexpectedly. He was free to invade her space, touching her clothes and imagining her wearing outfits for him, laying in her bed and picturing her there with him. He was fully hooked and didn't want anything getting in his way. He'd be damned before he let another man take her away from him.

Stahl quickly began manipulating her environment to get what he wanted, jealousy getting the better of him. The little things bothered him the most. Firefighters talking to her and making her laugh, male partners on her ambulance, and any other man that got a little too close for Stahl's comfort when he was watching her.

All of this, and she had no idea he was there in the background every step of the way. She didn't have that feeling of being watched. There was no presence in every room she went into, or an inkling that she was being followed down the street. Stahl was too careful for that, so he intervened in invisible ways.

She often stops at a convenience store near the EMS station to pick up snacks and drinks, and it was clear one of the clerks had taken a liking to her. Most of the time she'd be in and out in less than five minutes, sometimes by herself and others with her partner. Either way, Stahl didn't like the way this young man looked at her.

"Getting the usual again, I see." She places the energy drink and peanut M&Ms on the counter, pulling out her credit card to pay as her trainee waits by the door, flipping through a magazine and sipping his own energy drink.

"Any small treat on a busy day is worth it. Probably shouldn't be drinking this crap, though."

The clerk takes the opportunity to shoot his shot with her, and clears his throat before making a move, "I know you come in here all the time and that you're really busy, but if you want to let off some steam, there's some pretty good parties in Flatbush on weekends. Let me know if you ever feel like hanging out. Don't bring the ambulance, though." Seeing that cute little laugh through the windows is enough to make Stahl furious.

To rectify the situation, he takes out his phone and places a fake 911 call for an old woman having chest pain in the vicinity of the convenience store, knowing the call will almost certainly be sent to her unit. He smiles to himself when he sees her talking into the radio. Once she comes outside again, he can finally hear that sweet voice.

"10-4, ALS unit responding," she tells the dispatcher. "Come on, Probie. Let's see how you do with this one."

Stahl watches as she hops in the back of the ambulance while the trainee rides up front with her partner, flipping on the lights and siren before pulling away from the curb. He follows far behind, not worried about losing them since he already knows where they're headed. It's too bad he can't follow her around for longer today. After all, there's still a real investigation to work on and he has to meet with his asset. He wants to hate her father to the core, but this angel was created by the man he so desperately wants out of the picture and he has to be somewhat thankful for her existence.

Following another attempt of getting her father to wear a wire to collect a scrap of indictable evidence, Stahl waits in his car to listen in on the conversation while scrolling through all his pictures and videos of her. He touches the screen in an attempt to stroke her soft skin, his imagination working on overdrive to think of what it would be like to touch her. It would be so easy for him to sneak into her room later while she's sleeping and play with the loose strands of hair splayed across the pillow or sweep his fingers over those strong legs she keeps hiding from him under her cargo pants. But no, he wants her to want him first. He needs to hear her say it.

#robert stahl #robert stahl shades of blue #agent stahl #robert stahl x reader #shades of blue fanfic #warren kole characters

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Awakening Men Masterlist

Chrom

watching the sunset with chrom - drabble

Frederick

the new member of the shepherds - oneshot

Virion

virion trying to impress you - drabble

Stahl

dating stahl - headcanons

Vaike

vaike with a competitive s/o - headcanons

Lon'qu

lon'qu crushing on you - headcanons

Gaius

stolen glances - drabble

Henry

Kellam

childhood friends to lovers with henry - headcanons

henry with a sensitive s/o - headcanons

kellam with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Ricken

ricken crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Donnel

donnel with an insecure s/o - headcanons

Gregor

gregor confessing to you - headcanons

Libra

keep your eyes on me - drabble

#fire emblem awakening x reader #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem: awakening #fe awakening #chrom x reader #frederick x reader #virion x reader #stahl x reader #vaike x reader #lon'qu x reader #lon'zu x reader #gaius x reader #henry x reader #kellam x reader #ricken x reader #libra x reader #yen'fay x reader #priam x reader #fe chrom #fe frederick #fe gaius #fe stahl #fe henry #fe virion #fe lon'qu #fe vaike #fe kellam #fe ricken #donnel x reader #gregor x reader

[thedespot]

Goodness Gracious Me! Warren Kole's Kisses are to die for 💋.

#warren kole #phillip graves #call of duty #cod ww2 #cod mwii #phillip graves x reader #call of duty modern warfare #shades of blue #agent stahl #Youtube #phillip graves x you

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Game of Thrones Masterlist

my requests for Game of Thrones are currently OPEN! i love this series so much, and would love to write fics/imagines/etc for pretty much any character!!

hmu to be added to any taglist!

main masterlist | request guidelines

OC: Alethia Stahl (Woman of the Watch AU)

Woman of the Watch -  relationships: jon snow x oc, sansa stark x oc | summary: When Alethia Stahl is thrown into the world of Game of Thrones, she's super excited to be part of the fictional world she adores so much. That is, until she realizes how shitty medieval times actually are. | tags: fluff, smut, timetravel, crack (started out as it), angst

An Unlikely Friendship - relationship: grenn & oc | summary: part of the WotW universe;  He cannot be sure who she is - but she reminds him of his sisters, so he feels like he must protect her. | tags: angst, fluff, timetravel

What if...? Woman of the Watch Edition - summary: Alethia fell into another world and made a bunch of choices - some better, some worse. But what if things had gone differently? What if Alethia had made other choices?

WotW Memes

oc masterpost - tags: inspo, contains spoilers

Sequel: Hand turns Loom - keeping the summary a surprise to avoid spoilers :) | can be read as a standalone!

Jon Snow

Sold to One Direction??? - relationships: none | summary: crackfic!! evil Mistress Catelyn sells Jon to 1D | tags: crack

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[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 9)

Chapter 9: In Good Faith

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You feel deeply for Mike, but you need something to hold on to.

No warnings, other than a makeout sesh at the end, jealous!Matt, fluff, and a dash of angst.

Tags: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse

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Office of Nelson & Murdock

10 AM 

Matt’s office felt stuffy today, much like his mind. Only a few nights ago, you had shown Matt your heart on the rooftop, confessing your deeper feelings for him—well, Mike. Matt had been struggling with it ever since; the reality that you could have deeper feelings. Of course. This was bound to happen. But what scared Matt the most, and what seemed to be a trigger for him to stop getting closer to someone, was that he was certain he felt the same way toward you. 

There was a reason why he never stopped visiting you, there was a reason why he continued to come to you with his mask. The reasons were quite simple: he loved the way you spoke, the way you commanded his attention with just a single touch, and how you were completely yourself with him when it was just the two of you on your roof. But something was slowly killing him inside: the very fact that he was still pretending around you—lying to you. What was he to do now? If he confessed his feelings to you on the roof tonight, you'd be sure to ask why you still didn’t know his true identity. What would he say? In the past, he’s told you it’s because of his enemies, but he hardly had any of them anymore, save for the average criminals in the city… it was a tired excuse, he knew that. He could reveal himself to you, but then there’s the question of how you’d react. Would you be mad? Or worse, would you leave? 

Matt rubbed his temples and closed his eyes behind his dark red glasses. There was a lot going on at the office recently, but nothing the four of you couldn’t handle. The firm was going strong, and Matt hardly came home with a scratch anymore, but somehow things still felt like a clusterfuck by his doing. 

He tried to focus on the case he had in front of him. Running his fingers over the braille, Matt began to concentrate, but his concentration was soon broken by the sound of your voice through his office walls. 

“Thank you for calling Nelson and Murdock, how may I help you?” he heard you say into the phone. God, it was difficult to work knowing you were just a few feet away. He could almost feel your body pressed against his, sharing a kiss. Matt paused on the braille he was reading to control his own breathing. Each breath took the memory from his mind. 

“You look like you need a drink,” Matt was so deep in his thoughts of you that he hadn’t heard Foggy walk into his office. Foggy chuckled as he walked over to Matt’s desk and closed his laptop for him. “What’s goin’ on, man?” 

“Hmm?” Matt questioned with a hum. “Oh, nothing. Just a lot of work.” 

“Didn’t really look like you were getting much done,” Foggy teased. “Seriously dude,” he continued in a lower voice, “is everything all right with… you know…” 

“What?” Matt asked in a panic, thinking he meant you, somehow. When realization dawned on him, Matt apologized. “Oh. No, everything’s fine. Not much out there without Fisk,” Matt shifted in his seat uncomfortably. 

“Well, I wasn’t kidding about the drink. Josie’s tonight? I’ll gather the troops. And by troops, I mean Karen, Marci, and __,” Foggy said. Matt inhaled as he leaned on his desk. 

“Why not?” Matt shrugged, “I could use a drink.” 

“Ha! Yes!” Foggy cheered, “T-minus two hours until closing time.” 

Suddenly, Matt sensed another person enter his office. By the sweet smell of marshmallows and the delicate hold on the door, Matt knew it was you. 

“Hey!” Foggy greeted you before you could speak. “Josie’s tonight?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” you said in a light voice. “It’s been a few weeks since we’ve gone, hasn’t it?” 

“Exactly why I’m suggesting it,” Foggy got up from his seat. “__. Doesn’t Matt look like he needs a drink?” 

You laughed; Matt detected a hint of nervousness in your voice. “I think he does,” you agreed. “I do too, honestly.” 

“Well, that’s one out of three ladies joining us!” 

“Three?” You questioned. 

“Oh, I forgot. You haven’t met Marci yet!” Foggy exclaimed, “she’s my girlfriend. She’s also an attorney. You’ll love her.” 

“I can’t wait to meet her then,” you told Foggy. 

“Well, until we go, I’ve got to finish this brief for the hearing I’ve got on Monday. Adios!” Foggy saluted as he left Matt’s office. Matt noticed you were still in his office. 

“__,” he said your name carefully, “was there something you needed?” 

“Oh, yes,” you stuttered, “I was wondering if you wanted me to get a head start on the cases we got today, you know, translate hem to braille for you?” 

Matt’s heart always felt overwhelmingly warm whenever you inquired about helping him with translating documents to braille. You really didn’t need to, he had his Orbit reader, but he appreciated the extra effort in wanting to help him. But just because you didn’t need to didn’t mean he didn’t want you to. And his next words may be selfish, but it didn't stop him from saying them. 

“Actually, if you weren’t busy, would you mind reading to me what we got in?” Matt asked. 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you smiled, by the way your heart skipped a beat. It happened whenever he said something along the lines of keeping you safe, during your nightly rooftop sessions. It made him feel good he had that same effect on you at work, despite the circumstances. Except, it was more innocent here than it was there. 

“Of course,” you replied. 

Matt listened as you gathered your notebook, the one he gifted you, and a pen. You softly shut the door behind you, a gesture you didn’t know meant so much to Matt. 

As you began to read off the list of cases you received today, Matt closed his eyes behind his dark red glasses, and let your voice make the two hours the both of you had left pass quickly. 

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You waited outside the building of the firm with Karen. She looked beautiful, in a black dress, and her blonde hair was pushed to one side. Her bright eyes beamed when she shared a smile with you. 

“I’m sure tonight will be a late night,” Karen predicted, “if anything, we’ll call a taxi home for you again.” 

“I appreciate that,” you smiled. “I’m looking forward to meeting Foggy’s girlfriend. I didn’t know he had one!” 

Karen laughed, “When I first met her, I did not like her. And at the time, Foggy didn’t either. But over time, we found that she was good people. She’s one of my closest friends now,” Karen explained. “I’m sure she’ll tell you their full history tonight.”

“You guys all seem to have a lot of history,” you nodded. A fleeting thought crossed your mind—did Matt have a girlfriend? Not that it mattered, or you cared… you were just curious. “Does… Matt have a girlfriend?” 

It was the way Karen laughed that made you think something happened between the two of them, but you didn’t ponder on it any longer. She shrugged. 

“I don’t think he does. I’m not sure he ever really has,” Karen answered. 

You hummed in response. Suddenly, Foggy and Matt came outside the door. Matt had his cane out in front of him, feeling for the bottom step. 

“Onward and out!” Foggy shouted. 

On the way to Josie’s, it started with the four of your walking in tandem, but after a little bit, Foggy and Karen walked ahead, deep in conversation about Foggy’s brother’s deli shop, leaving you and Matt walking behind. You casually offered Matt your elbow for him to hold onto as his cane guided him forward. He grinned and lightly held on. 

“Are you originally from New York?” You asked him. 

Matt raised his eyebrows like he was surprised you’d start a conversation.

“Born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen. You?” 

“Brooklyn," you answered, “but I’ve always wanted to live in Manhattan.” 

“Hmm,” Matt replied. “And you’ve only lived in the city as long as you’ve been at NYU?” 

“Basically,” you nodded. “I love it here.”

“Can’t take New York out of the girl, I suppose?” 

“Something like that,” you smiled. “I’m sure the same goes for you, since you were born here. Where did you grow up, go to school?” 

Matt made a face like it wasn’t an easy question to answer. 

“After my dad died, I grew up at St. Agnes Orphanage. I did all my schooling there as well.” 

“Isn’t that… a Catholic Church? Yeah, I think I’ve passed by it before. Are you Catholic?” You asked. You couldn’t help but think of Mike. 

“Yes,” Matt answered quietly. “I am. My grandmother is the reason for that.” 

“Aren’t all grandmas?” You laughed a little. 

“Right,” Matt smiled in return. 

“Is it strange to still live in the city you grew up in? I mean Hell’s Kitchen. For me, I wanted to get the hell out of my town.” 

Matt was quiet for a moment. When you looked at him, you could see just behind his glasses. His gaze fell somewhere in front of him. You were so close you could see his eyelashes behind his dark red glasses. You’d forgotten you asked a question when he suddenly spoke again. 

“It’s strange,” Matt replied, “especially when you’ve seen this city at its best, and at its worst,” he finished. “Well, not see in my case, but you get what I mean,” Matt added with a sheepish smile. 

“I get it,” you stated, “you must really care about it to still be here after all this time.” 

“You could say that,” Matt said, “that’s why I wanted to practice law here.” 

“I love that,” you found yourself saying, not thinking twice about your word choice. But Matt didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. 

In the distance, you could see the red neon lights that read JOSIE’S in the dingy window. Part of you was excited, but the other part felt disappointed you and Matt wouldn’t have a one-on-one conversation for the rest of the night. You enjoyed speaking with him alone. You felt like you could ask him anything without hesitation, unlike if anyone else was around. It was hard to deny the bond you felt with Matt versus with the others. 

“Looks like we’re here,” and you wished you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt. 

“Why don’t you save me a seat while I grab drinks with Foggy?” Matt offered. He started to undo his cane. You took it gladly. 

“Okay,” you smiled as you walked away with Karen. Karen found a table that was closer to the bar, but away from the wall. There were five seats around it. You placed Matt’s cane in the seat next to yours. After taking your blazer off, you scrolled through your phone and responded to one of Emily’s texts. 

EMILY: Wya? Free night tonight, or studying?

YOU: Actually, grabbing drinks with the bosses. Can’t hang. 

EMILY: Wow. Really want that raise, huh?

With a laugh, you click your phone to lock it. In your purse, you feel the emergency phone Mike had given you. You thought it was a blessing you haven’t needed to use it yet. Mike. You hoped to see him tonight. 

“Hello, hello!” A bubbly voice came from behind you. Karen raised her hand in a greeting motion and stood from her chair. Around the table came another blonde, this time bleached, with a bright white smile and sharp eyes. 

“Marci! How are you?” Karen asked, giving her a hug. Marci squeezed her in return, and then her gaze fell on you. You suddenly felt conscious of everything on your body, from your top to your shoes. You fought an urge to fix your hair. 

“And who might this young warrior be?” Marci asked with a warm smile. 

“I’m __. The new legal assistant at the firm,” you introduced yourself and held out your hand. Marci shook it graciously and smiled. 

“I've heard a lot about you from Foggy-bear,” Marci said, and you suppressed a giggle at the nickname. This woman was gorgeous. “If you’re as good as he says, let me know if you ever want to switch teams and work at HC&B,” she winked. 

You cocked your head at the acronym. “Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz? You work there?” You asked incredulously. When you first applied for jobs, HC&B was at the top of your list. That was the law firm to work at. 

“Uh oh,” came from Foggy who carried a tray of drinks. “Marci, you can’t recruit her. She’s ours! She can’t leave us! She’s too good!” Despite HC&B being a dream, you loved how much Foggy loved you at the firm. You wouldn’t leave them in the dust like that. 

“You’re leaving us?” Matt smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We’d be lost without you.” He felt for his cane on the seat and placed it in his blazer pocket, which was now draped on the back of his seat. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you laughed, “I promise. But hey, it’s good to make connections.” 

“Indeed it is,” Marci agreed. “Seriously babe, I’ll give you my card. It’s always good to have something lined up in the future.” 

You all took a seat as Karen started passing the shots and drinks around. A martini with no olives was placed in front of you—exactly what you wanted, and you hadn’t even told anyone. 

“I thought you’d want that again,” Matt leaned in to speak lowly. You looked at him and nodded. 

“Yes, I did,” you smiled. 

“You're a regular at Josie’s already,” he laughed. 

“Happy to be a regular,” you said. 

“Alright everyone, grab your shots,” Karen announced, “to another successful work week!” 

You didn’t hesitate to take your shot, and you were surprised to taste whiskey instead of tequila. You swallowed it down, not smoothly. You coughed and grimaced at the shot glass.

  “Whiskey?” You frowned, “what on God’s green earth made you guys choose whiskey?” 

“Well, we did say tequila,” Foggy laughed. “Next round!”

Instead of joining in any pool games, the conversation stayed at the table, to your delight. Marci was talking about stories from college—she too went to Columbia—stories of meeting Foggy and partying, studying for school, landing her first big job at Landman & Zack. 

“Landman & Zack?” You questioned. “I think I also applied to work there as well.” 

“Well, it's a good thing you didn’t,” Marci raised her brows as she sipped her martini. “Unfortunately, the place is run by money-hungry, corrupt people.” 

“Wow," you breathed out, “I’m lucky I ended up at Nelson & Murdock.” 

“You sure are,” Marci smiled, “And I hear they’re lucky to have you as well.”

“Oh,” you blushed, “you guys are being way too nice to me!” 

“It’s true,” Matt added, clinking his beer bottle to your empty martini glass. “We are lucky.” 

“Let me get this next round,” you offered, “as a token of my gratitude.”

“Oh, just put it on Foggy’s tab,” Marci laughed, “but I’m ready for another round. Anyone else?” 

Everyone nodded and you took it as your cue to make your way to the bar. It was about time you met Josie. 

The bar was crowded, but nothing you weren’t used to. You understood bar etiquette quite well. There were two gruff-looking men in leather jackets, laughing on their stools. To the right of them were two women who matched their age in the same jackets. On the other side were more people in the same age group, laughing over pints of beer and stale french fries. In the middle were two men, around your age. You squeezed past one of them to make yourself known at the bar. 

“Excuse me,” you said politely. 

The young man who stood next to you moved so you could squeeze in more. “No worries,” he said. He flashed you a smile and in the dim lighting of the bar, you saw that he was quite attractive. Dark brown hair, big brown eyes. Charming smile, a boyish look. You grinned quickly and waited patiently until Josie came around to you. 

“Hi Josie,” you greeted the sour-looking woman, “under Foggy’s tab, the same round of drinks please.” She nodded in understanding and said it would be five minutes. You tapped the sticky wooden bar with your fingers as you waited, pretending to be interested in the baseball game on the TV, ignoring the young man’s gaze in your direction. 

“I’m Logan,” he said.

You looked at him and smiled. You told him your name.

  “You’re here with that crew over there?” Logan asked, gesturing to your table with his beer bottle. 

You nodded. “Yup. Out with the bosses. You?’

“With my buddy, Eric. You’re beautiful, by the way.” 

You blushed, “thank you.” You were used to being hit on, but for some reason, with Mike in the back of your mind, you wanted to avoid conversations like this at all costs. Your heart was taken already. You didn’t have room for anyone else. 

“Do you mind if I take your number? I’d love to take you out,” Logan asked in a genuine way. You smiled at him. 

“I’m actually seeing someone already,” you explained, “but I’m flattered.”

“No worries,” he raised his hands in defeat, “I hope you have a good night.” 

Josie came by again with the same drinks and shots as before. You grabbed the tray and gave her a smile before returning to your group. Marci and Karen had mischievous smiles on their faces. You set the tray down and rejoined them. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked. 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

“What’s so funny?” You asked. 

Matt’s hand was gripping his beer bottle so hard, he thought it might shatter. To hide his hard expression, he took a sip from his beer and swallowed hard. 

“Was that guy hitting on you?!” Marci giggled. Karen sipped her beer as she too waited for an answer. The way you shifted in your seat told Matt everything he needed to know: you were uncomfortable with this attention. 

“Was it that obvious?” You asked with a sigh. “He was nice, but I’m already seeing someone.” 

“You are?” Karen asked. “You should invite him out to Josie’s!” 

Now, it was Matt’s turn to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Still, he managed to keep a blank expression as he listened to what you were going to say. 

“He’s uh,” you stuttered, “he works a night shift?” Your statement came out sounding more like a question. Matt rubbed his temples. He knew you were a terrible liar, but at least the rest of them didn’t seem phased. 

“Really? What does he do?” Foggy asked. 

“He… works the night shift at a hospital. He’s security there.” Your heart was hammering in your chest, hammering in Matt’s ears. He wanted to place his hand on yours to calm you down, but it took every bit of strength in him to fight the urge. This is my fault. I’m making you lie. 

“Cool!” Karen exclaimed. “Well, next time he’s off, definitely have him come out. You know, he’s got to have our seal of approval.” Marci and Foggy agreed while Matt stayed silent. Despite the torture of listening to you lie against your will, Matt couldn’t help but feel… good that you were loyal to him—Mike. 

But at the same time, it felt so wrong. 

“I actually think I’m going to step outside for a second,” You said. “It’s a little hot.” 

Marci, Karen, and Foggy thought nothing of your statement, but Matt knew better. He listened as you stood up and walked outside, not before asking Josie for a glass of water. After a few minutes, and a side comment he offered to Foggy to not raise suspicions, Matt too walked outside to join you. He tapped his cane in front of him rather hurriedly as he pushed the front door of Josie’s open, the bells ringing in his ears. 

When he stepped outside, he paused to listen for you. By your heartbeat, he heard you standing against the brick wall of Josie’s, head against the wall, eyes closed. By the faint salt in the air, Matt confirmed you were crying. 

“__?” He called your name softly, “Is that you?” 

“Oh, hey Matt,” you covered your sadness as best you could. Matt felt his heart rip in half. He just realized he’s never heard you cry, not even as Mike. Karen was the one who witnessed you upset a few weeks ago after he yelled at you, and now he’s really glad it wasn’t him. Because he really can’t stand it. It hurts him as much as it hurts you. 

“What’s wrong?” Matt tapped his cane until he was standing right beside you. There wasn’t any use in asking if you were okay. Matt knew you weren’t. And he knew it was because of him. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “it's hard to explain.” 

Matt took a deep breath. “Try me.” 

“I can talk to you like you’re not my boss right now?” You asked.

Matt forced a smile. “You can talk to me however you’d like.” 

“And you won’t repeat it?” 

“You’re safe with me.” 

“Have you ever just felt silly for covering for someone else, without knowing if they’d do the same for you?” 

Matt took a step closer. He sighed deeply. What a heavy question to ask someone like him. 

He needs to do a better job, as Mike, to make sure you never doubt his feelings for you again. 

“Yes,” he said, “we’ve all been there.” 

“Oh, great,” you answered sarcastically, “well if you’ve all been there, then I guess there’s nothing I can do to stop me from playing this role.” 

“There’s no role you need to play,” Matt’s mouth tasted bitter as he spoke. “Whoever you’re with, I don’t think he’d want you to think he wouldn’t do the same.” 

“How can I know? All I get are cryptic responses, and yet he keeps coming back to me, for whatever reason. I feel like a toy he gets to play with. He can drop me whenever he wants.” 

Your words hammered down on Matt hard. This was how he made you feel? He wanted you to feel the opposite like you were the only girl for him. Because you were. He wanted you to feel safe when you thought of him, not feel this pain and doubt. Tonight, he knew he’d have to make you understand that you are more to him than just a secret meeting. 

But he has to do it without revealing his identity. 

“I don’t believe that’s true,” Matt spoke honestly. “You’re a smart girl. You’re kind. We all… we all l—really like you. Whoever this is would be an idiot to take you for granted. Maybe he has a good reason to be cryptic. You said he works the night shift, right? He must be tired all the time. Busy protecting people at that hospital. But he makes time for you at night. That’s got to mean something, __,” Matt tried to convince you as best he can. By the sound of your heart and the lack of salt in the air, it was a sure sign that maybe something he said might’ve affected you. 

You were silent for a short while. Matt knew you were taking in the sight of him. 

“Who’da thought I’d be getting relationship advice from my boss?” You laughed, a genuine one, to Matt’s relief. 

“I do more than just the law,” Matt smiled. 

“Thank you, Matt. I’m sorry you caught me at a moment of weakness.” 

“Don’t be sorry. I’ve had my fair share, too.” 

You headed back inside, followed by Matt, and rejoined everyone. Although the night carried on as it should’ve, your words stuck with Matt for the remainder of the night, until he met you on your roof to make things right. 

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11 PM

Reluctantly, you went on your roof. Reluctantly, you slipped into your silk night dress, the one he liked. Was this all with hesitation, or were you just a little buzzed from Josie’s? 

Talking to Matt about Mike did help, but you needed something to hold onto. Something that made it make more sense than it did. You understood he couldn’t reveal himself, at least not yet, but you needed something to believe it. That it would be worth it in the end. 

And like a shadow in the night, he appears just as fast as he disappears. Mike, in his black outfit and face covered, stumbles onto your roof. You push yourself off the wall and walk toward him, arms crossed. 

“We need to talk—“

Your sentence is cut off with a hard kiss, and strong arms wrapping around your waist to lift you up. Naturally, you wrap your legs around Mike and hold onto him, lips locked on his. He holds you even tighter against his torso, his tongue teasing your bottom lip. When he pulls back, he gently tugs you with his teeth. 

“We need to talk about us,” You say breathlessly. 

“I know,” Mike says in a husky voice. “I need you to know something.” Mike gently lets you down, but he doesn’t let go of you. He runs his fingers down the length of your left arm and intertwines his hand with yours. He lifts it up and spreads your fingers out. 

“When I wake up, I think of you,” Mike whispers, putting his index finger around your hand. “When I’m at my day job, I think of you,” he puts his middle finger down, “After a rough night out, all I do is think of you,” ring finger down. “When I go to sleep, I think of you,” pinky down, “but it’s before I sleep when I think of you, that drives me absolutely crazy,” thumb down, his hand is entirely wrapped around yours. He swiftly brings it behind your back. You want to roll your eyes, this is not what I mean, but his next words keep you from arguing. 

“__,” he said your name in a hushed tone, “you’re in everything I do. Everything I say, everything I feel, it’s all you,” Mike’s lips find yours again, and his kiss puts you in a trance. The way his lips perfectly mold to yours, how his skin feels rough against yours, how he breathes you in whenever he kisses you. “If you need to hold onto something, hold onto this, my Angel,” Mike tilts your head so your neck is exposed. The tip of his nose traces the length of your neck. He kisses you down and then finds his lips on your jaw again, back to your lips. “When I think of you before I sleep, I think of things I want to do with you when you know who I am. I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep next to you. It’s—it’s when my mind goes dark that I can’t help but think of you,” Mike speaks lowly, in your ear. “When I think of you in danger, or sick, or in harm’s way, I—I get this overwhelming sense of dread. I’d die for you, __.” 

Mike takes your hand and places it over his heart. You feel his heart beating fast under your fingertips. 

“Mike,” you whisper, “I…”

“I have something for you,” he whispers. With his other hand, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a long black thread with a cross on it. “I can’t tell you who I am yet,” Mike begins, “I will one day. But until then, I want you to have this, so you know I keep my promise.” 

He places the necklace around you and centers the cross so it falls right over your heart. You’re speechless, watching his movements. 

“I give you my promise,” he whispers again. When you think he’s going to kiss your lips, instead, he kisses your forehead. “I don’t want you to doubt me.” 

“I…I don’t doubt you. Not after this,” you smile, running your thumb through his necklace. “You have my word as well. I’ll wait for you if it means I get to be with you.” 

Mike presses his lips to yours, both his hands holding your face, delicately. 

“You’re my light,” Mike whispers. “I’m… sorry if I’ve ever made you feel otherwise.” 

You turn your head and kiss the palm of his hand with your eyes closed. You needed to hear this from him so badly. You had something to hold on to. 

It was faith. 

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