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Daredevil: Born Again (2024)

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Daredevil: Born Again (2025)

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Daredevil: Born Again (2024)

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Daredevil: Born Again (2024)

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i just finished season 1 of Turn and have an unhealthy fixation on Benjamin Tallmadge😭 your fics of him are actually my lifeblood. you’re an amazing writer!!

WOW thank you so much!!! I plan to finish my Turn fic this year, it's one of my resolutions LOL thank you so much for taking the time to read them, I miss writing for him <3

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Sis you alright?🥲

I'm okay now <3 love you anon

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How are you doing my love? It’s been a while since I’ve heard anything from you!

Thank you so much, anon, for checking in on me <3 I'm doing well! I hope you are too <3

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Reciprocate the Feeling

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x F!Reader

Genre: angst and smut oops, 18+ content

Summary: You and Dex aren't technically allowed to be together, but that doesn't stop you from seeing each other–and having feelings. Where your strength is with words, Dex's is with touch.

Words: 2,221

It wasn’t allowed, what they were doing.

Well, it wasn’t allowed in the obvious sense. No one told them they couldn’t be doing this—it was one of those unspoken things that everyone knew wasn’t allowed. 

Did that stop them? 

It never does. 

She breathes him in like it’s her first breath of fresh air after holding it in for so long—gasping for air to fill her lungs—gasping for him to fill all her senses. Her heart was hammering in her ribcage from the adrenaline it still brought her—the adrenaline he made her feel. It only made her that much more attached to him, more than she already was. The physicalness of it all only made it stronger. Her feelings, that is. 

Dex nudged his nose against her cheek—they were that close—as a way to gently push her in the direction he wanted her to go. Dex, the trained FBI agent, skilled sniper, who has seen many a horrid view and has done even worse (all a part of the job) gently pushes her with the tip of his nose as a way to indicate he wants her in his bed. It wasn’t shocking to him that he was capable of doing something so gently. It was shocking that she obliged. She knows what he’s capable of—knows he’s got a sniper sitting in his closet, locked behind a safe—and yet, she obliges. And yet, she trusts him. He’s not sure how he managed to earn that from her. 

He’s never done anything to her that could make her think she shouldn’t trust him. In her eyes, he worked for the FBI. He was a good guy. He was the handsome sniper who kept to himself but somehow could only open up to her. He was just Dex in her eyes. Her eyes were now closed, lips attached to his. Dex guided her in that gentle way he knew she liked. His hand caressed the back of her neck, and his other used the small of her back to hold her steady. He walked her backward into his room. 

There was no need to shut the door behind him and lock it. It was just the two of them, safe in his apartment. The outside world didn’t matter when it was just them like this. There was no work, no FBI, no tasks, or any of the harsh, mundane things he dealt with on a daily basis. It was just her in front of him, in his hands. Her soft skin and soft hair were between his fingertips. Her lips were on his. Her hands were on his shoulders. He gently lays her down. The warmth of his lips is gone as he pulls back to look down at her. 

“Come back here,” she whispers with a mischievous smile, bedroom eyes looking up at him as he knelt on the bed between her legs. 

“Yes ma’am,” Dex says equally as quietly. He mirrors her movements as he mirrors the way she speaks to him sometimes. If she indicated she wanted to be touched, he touched her. If she spoke softly, he did too. It was his way of ensuring he wasn’t doing anything wrong to make her leave. He wouldn’t dare to do something to have her out of his grasp. His hold. 

He leans down again but this time snakes his arms underneath her, lifting her further up his bed so her head lays on his pillows. She was light as a feather in his arms. He pushes away her hair so her neck is exposed for him to taste. Dex traces the hollow of her neck with the tip of his nose before pressing gentle kisses on her skin. She turns her head more and closes her eyes. She places her fingers in his dirty blonde hair and scratches his head. Dex loves it when she does that. 

He meets her eyes again before leaning down and kissing her lips. He held her gaze for a moment, wondering what thoughts were happening in her head. He was absentmindedly playing with the hem of her leggings, timid to slide them off her legs. Dex was never as forward as she was when it came to getting intimate, but he made small, intimate gestures—small ways to ask for permission, without using words. 

“You can take them off,” she tells him softly. She found it sweet that he was acting this way. She’s never been with someone who touched her as gently as Dex did. 

Dex nods, ever so slightly, and wraps his thumbs on the inside of her leggings, slowly taking them off her one leg at a time. Her left ankle rested on his shoulder. He ran his hand up the length of her leg, caressing her skin. 

“I don’t let anyone touch me the way I let you, Dex,” she tells him in that same soft manner. Dex doesn’t know how to react. He just holds her gaze as he continues caressing her leg. Her other leg is between his parted knees. He turns his head to kiss her ankle. The more she opens up about her feelings, the more he wants to touch her. It was his way of reciprocating. Her feelings met with his physical touch. 

“Does someone else have access to you?” Dex asks her, his face darkening at the question. He was teasing, but how she worded her sentence before tempted him to ask anyway. Dex runs his fingers up and down her legs. 

Immediately, she shakes her head before she speaks. “No. Only you.”

Even though he knew the answer, Dex still let out a sigh of relief. Good—he was still the only one who had her attention. All of it. He had to keep it this way, whatever it took. 

Dex kisses her down the length of her leg, holding onto her waist with his other hand. He wants to have her completely exposed to him, but not yet. He gently takes her leg off his shoulder and leans over her again, forehead to forehead. She closes her eyes as he kisses her again. She presses her lips on his, feeling his skin as soft as leather, brushing against her cheeks. She didn’t know when it happened, but their hands were interlaced now, with Dex pinning them on either side of her head. 

He pulls back for a moment after sharing another deep kiss. Dex looks down at her, amused by how she looks so comfortable in his bed—comfortable to be beneath him. After everything he’s been through and all the secrets he’s kept locked up inside, he never thought someone like her could end up in his bed like this. And time and time again. She keeps coming back—he keeps letting her. 

“What are you thinking?” She asks him quietly, a hint of a smile on her face. Now it was her turn to be amused by him.

He looks away from her, feeling seen. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Dex,” she replies. She squeezes his hands. “Tell me.”

That’s the part he can’t do. The telling—the forming of words to accurately describe what he feels inside. She was so good at it. If he asked her the same thing right now, he’d bet she would say it without difficulty. 

“What are you thinking?” He asks her, mirroring the hint of a smile. 

“I’m thinking about… how much I like being with you,” she says easily. Dex knew it. “I’m thinking about how I feel connected to you.”

He’s equally terrified and amused at what she says. But he doesn’t let it show on his face. He looks serious suddenly, jaw clenched at the word connected. He wished he could reciprocate the feeling—the very foreign feeling of connection—that he was almost sure he felt with her. But wasn’t, at the same time. 

The only way he can respond is with physical touch. Not with words. 

He’s playing with the hem of her thin black underwear now. He slowly folds the top to expose where he wants to see but doesn’t completely pull it down. He’s asking for permission again. 

“Take it off,” she whispered. 

He wanted to, and he will soon, but he wanted to soak in this moment. He’s not sure how many more moments they’ll have like this together. He didn’t want to take it for granted and he especially didn’t want to rush anything. He knew that for sure. Because the most constant pattern in Dex’s life is he can never keep too good of a thing. Good things sometimes came but they never were for him to keep—for it to belong to him. It wasn’t in his cards.

He flips the top of her underwear again and covers the exposed skin. 

“I will,” Dex whispered. “But not until I take my time first.”

She sighs and closes her eyes. She feels his fingertips trace her ribcage as he pushes her shirt up. He unclips her bra from the back and slides it off her. Dex didn’t hesitate to take a nipple in his mouth, licking her sensitive bud until he felt it harden against his tongue. When it was, he moved to her other nipple and did the same thing. 

He pulled back and ran his hands down the length of her side, taking the image of her in and putting it to memory. He continues caressing her skin, not touching any intimate parts of her. She likes that he doesn’t. 

She can see his hardness through his jeans. She reaches to touch him through the soft fabric. It disrupts his caressing only for a moment as he closes his eyes and realizes how badly he needs to be touched—by her. He feels his cock harden even more the way she rubs her hand back and forth. The feeling is so intense he has to take her hand away as he catches his breath. 

He crashes his lips down to meet hers, taking her lips in a wet passionate kiss. She wraps her legs around his waist and brings him closer, feeling his hardness between her legs. Dex pushes against her and breathes deeply to control himself. He doesn’t want to take it there tonight. 

“Do you want to—“

“I don’t know,” he says. “Can I just keep touching you?” 

“Yes,” she says. “That’s fine with me.”

Dex slides her shirt off her, so she’s completely naked from the top. He kisses the skin between her breasts and holds his hands at her waist. He kisses down to her belly button. His fingers play with the top of her underwear again. This time, he’s ready. But he looks up at her once more for permission.

“Yes.”

Dex slowly pulls her underwear down her legs until they’re completely off. She lay there fully naked in front of him. And all he wants to do is take her in. Every curve, every movement her body made. He starts with his thumb at her clit, brushing feather-like strokes and watching her react to his touch. He knows she likes this. It was written all over her face. 

“Do you trust me?” Dex asks. 

“Yes,” she nods. He’s amused again at her honesty and ease at answering anything he asked. In response, Dex lowers his mouth to her wetness and kisses her heat. She presses her head further into his pillow and closes her eyes as Dex dances his tongue in her wet folds, slowly and taking his time. He traces his tongue agonizingly slow up her slit and stops to gently suck on her clit. He pulls back momentarily when he hears her moaning and kisses her inner thigh. He goes back to kissing her heat and takes hold of her hand as she finally orgasms against his mouth, her wetness coating his lips.

“Dex,” she breathes out as she reaches her climax, heavy breathing and body shaking, fingers tangled in his hair. Before she can even think, Dex already has her wrapped in his arms, holding her until her heart rate returns to a normal pace and she’s breathing steadily, no longer shaking. He holds her and kisses her shoulders as she nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck. Dex is staring outside his window, grateful the world is outside and they are safely tucked inside, away from it all. 

After a while, he feels her fall asleep in his arms. He’s running his fingers through her hair, unable to fall asleep. After what felt like an hour, he felt her stir in her sleep. She kisses his neck and pulls back to look up at him. 

“I should go,” she says sleepily. 

“You don’t have to,” Dex gently protests. “I want you to stay.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, clearly unused to the invitation. 

“Yes,” Dex says. That was the thing he was most sure about. She sighed back into his embrace. He held her tighter than before. 

He just liked holding her. He liked having her this close. To take it that far would mean the completion of what they had and shared was coming soon. Just one more night of pining—of holding it in and letting actions speak for themselves. 

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hi you guys!!! im back! not sure from what but im back! LOL. i hope youre all doing so well. happy new year and happy holidays. happy DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN YEAR. i have a dex fic on the docket and im slowly going to return to all my fics that i abandoned </3 (from daredevil to turn) i hope to message my friends/mutuals on here soon <3

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intro to: WADE KINSELLA

for Ber @userzade ♡ happy belated birthday!

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wilson bethel as benjamin “dex” poindexter aka bullseye in the daredevil born again trailer

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clean freak

levi ackerman x fem! reader

synopsis: you're levi's housewife, but your cleaning skills have not been up to his standards lately.

warnings: smut, smut, and more smut. levi is kinda mean in this but oh well

reblogs and comments are always appreciated pls my love language is words of affirmation

His huffs could be heard from a mile away. He's officially off from the Scouts for the weekend, and he's finally visiting his wife after a month.

Day by day, watching his comrades die, slaughtering mindless titans, has gotten to him.

All he wants to do is come home to his good little wife, to have a house that's impeccably clean after a month of fighting for humanity.

Yet when he walks into his home, it's not clean. Well, Levi's version of clean.

The house looks, homey - comfy even. He can see specs of dust on the table.

"Hi, honey." You emerge from the kitchen, wearing a dress that Levi hasn't seen you in yet.

His half-lidded eyes find yours as he takes off his shoes, sucking his teeth. "Tch."

You tilt your head, not knowing why your husband is so... tense. Usually when he comes home, he assaults your face with kisses and ends up on top of you.

"I made your favorite." You bring him a cup of his favorite tea - in his favorite cup. He glances at you, then the cup, before grabbing the top of it with his large hand.

"Are you just going to pretend your wife doesn't exist, Levi?" You say as you sit next to him at the table.

"Why is it that my house is a mess?"

"Your house?" You put down your own cup of tea. "OUR house is not a mess. You're here once a month - so I clean the way I like."

"That's not going to work for me." Levi crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes furrowed. "This is embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for who, exactly?" You mock his pose, mirroring his posture.

"Me. I would never let my house get like this."

"Funny, my boyfriend really likes it." You knew exactly how to push his buttons, and when to push them. His stone cold eyes darted to you - wandering up and down your body. "Oh, that makes you look at me finally?"

"Any man that likes a house like this has no taste." His eyes stay on you as he speaks lowly.

"That's very bold of you to say. You don't know, he could've tasted me."

His knuckles were turning white. Using jealousy against him was not your favorite, but he left you no choice.

"Are you done being an ungrateful dickhead?" You stand up, grabbing his cup to put it in the sink.

As you wash the dishes, you feel his large, calloused hands grip your waist harshly and pull you into his chest. You refuse to acknowledge what he's doing as you continue to wash the teacups.

His mouth found your neck, kissing gently before biting down, sucking on the sensitive spot. "Mm, you want to misbehave some more?"

Your head tilts to the side as he leaves his marks on you, but you're still scrubbing at the porcelain - ignoring him.

Levi hates being ignored.

"You're really gonna ignore your husband after he slaved away saving humanity?" He brought his right hand to your thigh, pushing your dress upwards as he squeezed the plush skin.

You refuse to acknowledge his digs, so you keep scrubbing the dishes to distract yourself from the heat pooling in your tummy.

"What an ungrateful brat I married." His mouth found a sensitive spot on your neck - where he can feel your pulse. His lips sucked, tongue swirling on the skin as he peered over your shoulder. "You can't even wash dishes right."

His hands gripped your hips, this fingers digging into your flesh as if he wanted to carve into you. His left hand stayed in place on your hip as his right hand dipped under your dress.

"Levi, I just cleaned the kitchen. Don't make a mess." You turn your head, slightly looking at him.

"You think this is clean?" His lips found your ear, his breath kissing it. "You think this is what your husband wants to come home to?"

You finally give in and turn around to face him. Even though he's on the shorter side, you're shorter than him. Gazing up into his steel grey, bluish eyes almost makes you forget why you're even arguing.

"I'm sorry I'm not a germaphobe like you who cleans every surface 5 times a day. I'm sure you can forgive your lovely wife, since she's holding your life together while you risk your life to kill titans."

His eyes turn almost predatory as he looks down at you, a smirk forming on one side of his face. You notice a new scar on his face, your hand almost magnetically going to the spot, rubbing your thumb along the skin.

The moment was soft, unlike the argument you have been having. He closed his eyes as you touched him, a deep breath leaving his lips.

Levi isn't one to apologize. Never was, and you were okay with it at this point. You know he's stressed and worried constantly about the future of the world, especially since the most important person to him, you, is in it.

Within a second Levi has you on the counter, his body in-between your legs as his mouth smashes against yours - your dainty hands cupping his face as he takes care of every inch of your mouth.

His hands pressed against the small of your back and your ass as he kissed you, soft moans leaving his mouth. "God, I missed you."

You smile at his words, he doesn't say things like that much, so you savor the moment. You drag your nails across his skin to his undercut, tracing shapes on the hair as your tongue slips into his mouth.

"Baby, I might come right here if we keep kissing." He pulled away, adjusting his pants slightly and you notice the bulge.

"A month without me, one kiss and you're already about to come in your pants?" You say in a teasing tone, pulling away from him.

"Tsch." His hands drag under your thighs, lifting you up and carrying to you to your shared bedroom. Luckily you remembered to make the bed, to which Levi silently appreciates.

His delicately lays you on the bed, making sure none of your hair pulls against your back as it splays across the sheets.

He's on top of you now, his stone eyes following your every move, every breath. Almost like he's studying you, not wanting to forget a single detail.

"Levi?" You interrupt his thoughts, your voice a half whisper.

"Sorry, I just..." His finger drags along your jawline, to your neck and then collarbone. "I missed you."

"I missed you." You lean into his touch, being gentle as you spot more scars on his hands. "Promise me something."

"Anything."

"Please come home to me. Even if our house isn't clean enough, even if you don't want to see me. Always come home."

Levi takes in your words, seemingly having his own conversation in his head as he watches your expressions.

"Always. I promise." He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his body snaking over you as his tongue invades your mouth.

Your hands find his hair, pulling on his inky locks as his lips move down your skin to your chest, gently removing your dress to reveal your undergarments.

Like a work of art, his hands gently grazed your soft skin, goosebumps forming soon after.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers, studying every inch of your skin as he unclips your bra seamlessly, throwing it to the side. His lips found the supple skin of your breast, leaving heated kisses as his hand made their way to your lace panties, his index finger hooking onto the side and pulling them down.

Your mouth gapes open as you feel his touches, anticipating the next feeling. He takes his large hands as spreads your legs, his thumb caressing your thigh. "Are you ready for me? It's been awhile."

You nod, watching him strip off his uniform, his forest green cloak cascading to the floor, almost poetically.

You're mesmerized by his physique every time - but like always, you notice new bruises and scars that are now a part of him. Which makes them a part of you.

Levi takes his middle digit, sliding it over your slit to feel your slick. His mouth curves into a smile as he feels you, letting his finger envelope in the wetness. "I can just slide right in." He whispers.

Your hands grip the sheets as you feel him align himself with you, his hands gently holding your hips as he angles you upwards. As you feel his fat tip enter you, a moan so loud your neighbors definitely heard it escaped your lips.

Levi's head went back, some of his hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat as he entered you. Just like he said, he slid in, and your body automatically started taking him.

"Such a good girl." He grunts, picking up his pace as he looks at you. "God, I missed this pussy. Thought about it every day."

He's being super vocal today, usually he's all grunts and moans before he reaches his high.

You nod, moaning his name as he hits every spot, your back arching as he pounds into you. Your hands reach for his neck, hoping he can hold you.

"My needy brat." He whispers, obliging to your request as he leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. He starts thrusting into you at a different angle, immediately hitting the spot that makes you crumble.

"Oh, right there Levi." You moan, closing your eyes as you both develop a rhythm.

"Open your eyes. I want to watch you come undone." He looks down at you, his eyes almost menacing.

Your eyes shoot open, capturing his gaze as he continues to thrust into you, the sounds of your slapping skin filling the room. Your mouth gapes open as the coil in your tummy breaks, your climax waving over you.

"L-Levi, holy shit." He continues to pound into you through your high, his eyes still on you. He watched as you came on his cock, but it didn't stop him. Watching you get off, was making him close.

Your nails digged into his skin as he thrusted into you to the hilt, this movements becoming more sloppy - he's close.

You tangle your fingers in his silky hair, the strands wrapping around your fingertips as you kiss his ear - one of his most sensitive spots.

He groaned, his body pressing into you one last time as he moaned your name, pants following soon after.

You both lay on the bed, sweaty and completely satisfied. He rolls next to you, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths.

"Wash these sheets." He looked at you, pinching your nose between his thumb and index finger.

"Why, you don't want to dirty them some more?" You purred, turning onto your side to face him.

You continued to dirty the sheets all night, until Levi forgot what he was mad at in the first place.

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wilson bethel as benjamin “dex” poindexter aka bullseye in daredevil: born again

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feels like a rewatch daredevil season 3 night

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The Good In You (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex and her share a few moments together leading up to the Gala on Friday -- which Dex is still undecided about.

Genre: FLUFF

Words: 3.1k

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Since Beckett was exiled from the office, tensions had gone down, and Dex felt more comfortable walking around the office. Not that he would ever feel 100% comfortable, but he definitely felt much better than he did before. He didn’t have to worry about someone trying to get him, provoke him and have leverage against him. 

It was easier to say hello to her in her office—no suspicious minds and wandering eyes kept their focus on them for too long. Dex didn’t care what they thought anyway. Whatever conversations he had with her—whatever people thought they saw—it was only between the two of them. Dex was walking over her to office now with two cups of coffee in his hands: one for him and one for her.

“G’morning, doc,” Dex leaned in the doorway. They had reached a point where he didn’t need to knock on the door to make his presence known. “Got your fresh cup for you.”

“I’m not a doctor, Dex,” she giggled, and Dex liked how the sound made him feel inside. Not a rush of anxiety. Just a rush. “Thank you.”

“Well, you’re the only medical professional in the building so I’d say it’s safe to call you that,” Dex smiled, tapping his paper cup of coffee to hers as a small cheer. “There’s no one else I’d go to, at least.”

“You’re funny,” she smiled and blushed as she blew on her cup before taking a sip. Dex hated the way how fast his thoughts turned dark. If anyone else had got her a cup of coffee, how could he be so sure they didn’t do anything to tamper with it? She willingly took the cup from his hands each time, but that’s because she trusted him. Dex would never put her at risk like that—he can’t say the same for everyone else. “You always make it perfect.”

“I spend more time perfecting your cup than my own,” Dex said naturally. Over the past few weeks, things had been slightly flirtatious between them, surprisingly more on Dex’s part. He saw that she enjoyed when he said things like he did just now, so he decided to keep saying them. 

And each time she noticed him going all sweet, she decided to ask him the most dreaded question. 

“Change your mind about the gala yet?” She asked quietly, almost too quickly before she put her coffee cup to her lips. Dex shifted uncomfortably and leaned on the opposite side of the doorframe.

“No,” Dex shook his head. “I haven’t.” If the gala only consisted of the two of them, and not nearly the entire department, Dex would consider going. It was a chore enough for him to avoid as many people as he worked with—to willingly go to an event where he was forced to talk to people and not only that, wear an uncomfortable suit? Dex wasn’t sold. He wouldn’t put himself through that. Not even if it meant he got to sit next to her the entire evening. 

She was lovely. He wasn’t. People would be going up to her all night, and that would only spur Dex’s anxiety more. 

“I wish you would,” she gently urged. Dex sighed. He knows that. It was written all over her face each time she brought it up. Hope. And then disappointment when he would give her the same answer. “I guess you have until Friday to change your mind. Or I have until Friday to convince you.”

“I was interrogated for two weeks straight in Quantico,” Dex said in a low voice, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze, “it’s not easy to crack me under pressure.”

“I didn’t say I’d pressure you,” she defended teasingly, “I said I’d convince you.”

“Those words are synonymous in interrogations,” Dex replied with a smirk.

“If I were to pressure you or convince you, whatever word you prefer,” she began, “I’d say the biggest reason you should come is because there’s going to be great food, free, might I add.” Dex nodded with a ghost of a smile on his lips, fascinated by her attempts at convincing him, looking at her like what else? “A great opportunity to take advantage of an event the bureau is paying for…” Dex waited for her third reason. “And, well… I want you to be there.” 

He knew this was the biggest reason why she kept asking him about the gala. Still, he didn’t know what to say. He enjoyed their early morning, private conversations. He enjoyed being the reason she smiled and blushed. He enjoyed how much she seemed to enjoy his company. But being her date to the gala was something he couldn’t fathom, not even for her. It wasn’t her that was the issue—it was him. And the expectations he’d never live up to. 

“I told you I’d think about it,” Dex finally said, after some time of holding her gaze. 

“I guess you technically have four more days to think about it,” she lightly shrugged. “Can I ask what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Dex broke eye contact with her. “I don’t want to burden you with all that.”

“You’d never burden me with anything,” she said with conviction. “I know we’re just… coworkers, but you can always talk to me about anything. I’m a good listener.”

Dex’s gaze moved to the ground, where their shoes were almost touching—that’s how close they were standing. She made no movement to step back, and neither did he. 

“I appreciate that,” Dex said quietly. 

“Agent Poindexter!” 

Both of them were startled by Hattley’s voice coming down the hall. She stepped back instantly, while Dex stepped forward instinctively in a protective way. When he saw it was Hattley, Dex stepped back. 

“Training starts in five. You’re presenting first. Good morning, Nurse __,” Tammy smiled at her. She raised her cup of coffee as a greeting and looked at Dex once Tammy walked away. He sighed and looked down sheepishly. 

“Duty calls,” Dex said. 

“Have fun, agent.” 

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Her shift the next day started at 1 PM, and she wouldn’t get home until midnight. When Hattley had pulled her aside yesterday to let her know, she was less than thrilled but agreed anyway. She wasn’t thrilled that she would be getting home so late, and that the FBI shuttle wouldn’t be available.  

Dex walked over to her office that morning and was disappointed to see her office dark, with the door closed, with no sign of her. 

“She’s coming in at 1 today,” Hattley said as she walked by Dex. Dex followed her and walked up to Hattley to catch up with her. 

“Why?”

“We’ll need her later in case any new agents get hurt on their first field assignment. She said she’s okay with it.”

“But the shuttle won’t be here to take her home,” Dex argued. 

“You’re welcome to stay later and get in on the field with the new agents, Poindexter,” Hattley stepped into the elevator. “Your choice.” The elevator doors closed, leaving Dex stranded in the middle of the hall. Dex ran his hand over his face—his day wouldn’t feel complete if he didn’t get to see her. She had become a part of his routine. 

Dex decided to stay. 

When she arrived at 1, she was disappointed to see that most of the agents had left for their missions already—including Dex. She wondered if he would be on one of the late-night missions, but she highly doubted it. Disappointment settled in her—she probably wasn’t going to see Dex today. 

She sat at her desk, flipped through the new agents’ files, and kept herself occupied until it was time to head home. In her bag, she had a can of mace and a claw keychain for her walk home, since it’ll be so late by the time she gets out. She’s done overnights before—that wasn't the issue. It was her concern for getting home safely that was. 

Hours passed, and it was soon nearing 11 PM. Some agents were at their desks but most had gone home for the night. Truthfully, she was fighting sleep and decided to brew a fresh pot of coffee to stay away. Just as the machine was humming, the elevators opened and revealed a small group of agents coming back from their mission. 

She peered out of the kitchen and watched as they trickled out. Her heartbeat increased when she saw Dex standing in the back, wearing his tactical gear. He looked even more handsome in uniform—it had been a while since she’d seen him in it. Dex caught her eye momentarily, a look of relief on his face. 

“Doc,” Agent Poindexter called for her as the agents stood behind him. Clearly, Dex was the one in charge tonight. “Think you can check up on these guys before they go home after their first mission on the job?”

“That’s what I’m here for, Agent,” she smiled at him. “I’ll save you for last.”

One by one, she checked up on the new agents. Most of them were okay, some of them were a little shaken up by their first mission, but they understood what the job entailed. After all, they were here for a reason. She did the best she could in getting to know them and easing their anxieties. 

“I hear you get used to it, after a while,” she said to her second to last patient. He was a young man, probably 22 years old, named Daniel. 

“I hear that as well, but hopefully sooner than later,” Daniel smiled sheepishly. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. ”Thank you, Nurse __.”

“My pleasure,” she smiled as she walked him out the door. She saw the group of young agents at the front of the office, signing out with another more senior agent. She watched them with a smile on her face—they were all truly pleasant and sweet. 

“Got time for one more?” Dex’s voice pulled her from her gaze on them. She uncrossed her arms and looked at Dex, who seemed much taller when he was in his uniform. Camo-green vest, with matching pants and tan combat boots. Dex’s dirty blonde hair was a little disheveled, but he didn’t look any less attractive. He had a rugged smile on, but a soft gaze in his eyes.

“I always have time for you,” she said quietly. “Come on in.”

Dex followed her into her room, closing the door behind him. She suddenly felt more awake, and more settled, now that Dex was here in her room. She kept her back toward him as he took off his tactical vest and jacket, revealing a black tee shirt underneath. She retied her hair and washed her hands. When she heard him sit up on the exam table, she turned around to meet him. He was sitting up straight patiently. 

“I didn’t know you were working so late,” she said. 

“It kind of just fell in my lap today,” Dex explained.

“How did it go with the new agents?”

“Not bad, for what it's worth.”

“How do you feel now?” She asked. 

“Good,” Dex replied, “I’m here now.”

“Good.” Suddenly, it was the look Dex was giving her—complete and utter focus on her. Nothing else in the room existed except for her, it felt like. Not even the rolling tray of medical supplies that was next to her. She felt self-conscious by the way he was looking at her. She was suddenly very aware of herself and how she looked. “I’ll check your head first.”

She pushed some of his hair that had fallen on his forehead back and ran her fingers gently through his locks, feeling for anything unusual. She felt nothing. He closed his eyes for this part and took a deep breath. She felt the base of his skull and slowly pulled back. 

“Didn’t bang your head. That’s good,” she said to make some conversation. 

Dex nodded his head and opened his eyes. She brought out her mini light to look at his pupils. Dex blinked twice to get rid of the after flash. 

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” Dex said. 

“You don’t look like you have any scratches. I don’t think the questionnaire is necessary this time.” The rest of the exam went quickly—as usual, Dex didn’t have any serious injuries if any at all. She did, however, notice that he winced as he stretched from the table. 

“I should probably check on that bruise on your ribs,” she said suddenly. Dex paused his movements and sat back down on the table. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Dex said. 

She lifted his shirt and averted her eyes away from his defined abs. His bruise was nearly faded completely, thankfully. 

“Looks good,” she said. “The bruise, I mean,” she added quickly. 

“How was your day?” Dex asked, standing up from the exam table and leaning back on it. “When I didn’t see you this morning, I was concerned if you’d get your coffee.”

She laughed at this and then suddenly realization settled. “You were here this morning too? Gosh, how long was your shift today?”

“I was in this morning,” Dex said. “Real early too. I—“ Dex struggled to explain himself, because how else could he dance around the truth? He only stayed and went on the mission just so he could stay late for her, and make sure she got home safe. “Hattley asked if I could join the new agents on their first mission.”

“That was nice of you,” she replied. “I’m sure she really appreciated it.” 

“It’s nothing,” Dex shook his head. 

“I’m glad you’re here this late,” she told him. “I was spooked by the idea of being here so late with no familiar faces.”

“Does the shuttle run this late?” Dex asked, already knowing the answer. 

“No,” she sighed, “but I brought mace and my claw keychain, so I should be good going home.”

“Oh,” Dex shook his head, “I mean,” he shrugged his shoulders, “let me walk you home?”

“Really?” She asked him. “But Dex, you’re so tired. You worked all day, longer than me. I wouldn’t want to delay you getting—“

“I want to,” Dex interrupted her gently. “Making sure you’re home safe is worth an extra hour of my day.”

Relief washed over her knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about walking home so late alone. She couldn’t help but smile at him, this sweet FBI agent offering to walk her home. He looked tired, but it made him look all the more sweet. He looked hopeful that she’d say yes.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I don’t have much to clean up. Maybe five more minutes.”

By the time she cleaned up her office, everyone was out of the building, leaving only Dex and her. Dex was waiting patiently on the chair outside her office. When she was done, she opened the door and Dex stood up from his seat. 

“Ready?” She asked. 

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Luckily, her apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Dex made sure to stand closest to the road as they walked. For the first few minutes of walking, nothing was said. The sounds of their footsteps on the pavement and the few cars that drove by filled the air. Her gaze was focused on the ground, watching their steps in sync. 

Suddenly, she’s being pulled in close to Dex—he’s wrapped his arm around her frame and holding her tightly as they walk. She looks up at him in confusion but when she looks forward and sees a group of three men standing at the corner of an alleyway, she sinks deeper into his embrace and places her hand on his arm to hold herself steady. Dex’s sharp gaze is on the men, his jaw is clenched. When they’ve walked at least another block away, Dex lets go of her, to her disappointment.

“Good thing you walked me home,” she said softly. 

“You’re safe with me,” Dex replied. She’ll remember that sentence for a while. 

“Has being an agent kind of made you change the way you view the world?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, is everything a threat to you now? Maybe those guys were just hanging. Maybe they had bad intentions. I’m naturally inclined to think ‘well, better safe than sorry.’ Is it different for you?”

It was a more complex question than Dex would like to admit. All his life, things were threatening to him, even if they weren’t. “I think it has changed how I view the world, yeah. I naturally look everywhere for a threat before I can ensure we’re safe.” 

“I guess they train you to think that way,” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen, I think a lot of agents are jaded now. Which is understandable,” she explained, maybe more to herself. “But I wouldn’t want this job to change you, Dex.”

“How?” He questioned, picking up on her slowed pace, indicating her apartment was approaching.

“Just… remember there’s good in the world. There’s good in you. Good in me,” she said. 

“I think all of you is good,” Dex said. “You’re a patient and kind person. I can’t think of one bad quality you have.”

She laughed at this. “I can get cranky.” 

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m sure even cranky you’re just as lovely to be around.” 

She smiled at him and when she looked forward, she was disappointed to see they’d reached her apartment. Still, sleep was just around the corner and she couldn’t wait to get in bed.

“Dex, thank you so much again for walking me home,” she stopped at the door to face him. He had a tired look on his face but he still offered a half smile as he looked down sheepishly. “I appreciate you.”

“No need to thank me,” Dex shook his head. “Goodnight, __.”

“Goodnight. Hey, wait—“ she cut him off before he could walk away. “Let me see your phone.”

Dex pulled out his phone and she took it from him, typing away at something. He looked at her in amusement. 

“You’ll text me when you get home so I know you made it back safe, too.” 

“I will,” Dex said, taking his phone back and seeing she put her phone number in. That wasn’t his intention at all, but he’s glad she did it. 

With one final goodnight, she went inside her apartment and Dex waited until she was in the lobby until he started to walk back to his apartment. He couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was he felt—he only brought himself to walk her home, but he felt like he left something with her. And he’d only feel better the next time he saw her. 

[amberlynnmurdock]

started chapter 5 of the good in you months ago and didn't like where it was going so i restarted today and am obsessed with the way it's headed so can't wait to post

[amberlynnmurdock]

daredevil 1x08 | 2x11 | 3x11 (sensing a pattern here)