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prince-septimus · 3 years ago

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the sounds that keep you up at night

pairing : benjamin poindexter x reader x matt murdock

summary : you just bought a new apartment next to two of the most handsome men you've ever seen. it doesn't help that they don't seem to know how loud they are.

word count : 1k

warnings : slight nsfw

a cold apartment prequel

Your neighbors are loud. You can't imagine they realize how loud they are, or else maybe they would've stopped being so loud.

It doesn't bug you, not really. Everything about the apartment building you're in is loud — the floorboards all creak, and your sink won't stop leaking. Your fridge is always releasing a noise that is only slightly concerning. The city is loud outside, and you continue to avoid opening your windows to avoid the mayhem of all the noise that you already deal with on a daily basis.

You hear them laughing down the hall together occasionally, their voices intermingling when they pass your front door on their way home from work. Sometimes you can hear them through the vent in your kitchen, chatting about whatever TV show they've been binging recently as the smell of their cooking follows.

But — and you don't know if it has something to do with your bedroom being directly on the other side of the wall of what you presume is also their bedroom, they're loud.

The kind of loud that keeps you up at night, thinking and fantasizing about two people you hardly know.

You had met them once since you moved in — each on different occasions.

Dex, the blond FBI agent who stays up at what seemed to be all hours of the day sometimes. You swore the man lived on two hours of sleep each day. He had stopped the elevator for you once, offering his name and hand when he didn't recognize you.

"You'll like it here, sweetheart," he had told you when you reached the bottom floor, serving a wink before walking away.

And Matt, Dex's dark haired lawyer boyfriend with the red tinted glasses. You hadn't so much talked to Matt as much as you had run into him, not paying attention as you walked down the hall one day and completely crashed into him. It had been embarrassing and entirely your fault, with you offering apologies and Matt making you laugh with a joke about him not watching where he was going.

They both seemed wonderful, and were absolutely gorgeous, but you felt you could never face them again.

It had been a Thursday night the first time, and you couldn't sleep even knowing you had work first thing in the morning. Midnight rolled around all too soon, and you continued to pass the minutes turning your pillow over in an attempt to get comfortable enough to sleep.

When the noise started, you ignored it. Those sounds were not ones meant to be heard by anyone else besides the people involved, and that didn't include you.

But it was difficult — the two men's moans mixing together as they pleasured each other, and the thin wall between your room and their's doing nothing to contain the noise.

You glanced at the clock as your hand slid down your stomach, tracing its way towards your navel as the sounds continued. You let out a small noise of your own when your hand rubbed against yourself, moving quicker and quicker in an attempt to relieve yourself of that pleasure building in your lower stomach.

They're easy to picture, Matt's kind smile and Dex's mischevious eyes. It's easy to paint the image of them in your mind, using it to fuel your pleasure.

You heard Dex moan out Matt's name one last time and you gasp, your hand seizing movement as you came in your underwear. The guilt settles in too quick for your liking, and you move to clean up and change your underwear quickly before settling back into bed.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you slept until your alarm went off hours later.

It wasn't an every night occurance, but often enough for you to start to loathe the two men and the impossibility of getting their noises out of your head. That doesn't stop you from bringing yourself to climax every time you hear them, though, using your fingers or sometimes your pillow as you try to provide some relief from the sounds the two men make.

You avoid them when you can, risking being late to work just to prevent an elevator ride between you and the two of them happening. You can't imagine meeting their eyes after one of those nights.

It's a Thursday when there's a knock on your door, though, and it shocks you. You hadn't spoken to anyone else on your floor, or anyone else in the building in general. You couldn't imagine who it could be.

You should've known karma would come back to get you.

It's Dex and Matt standing there when you open your door, with a plate of cookies held out to you.

Dex grins as you lock eyes, and you try to hide your first reaction the best you can. "These are for you."

"We know you're not one for interaction," Matt notes, "but we wanted to properly introduce ourselves."

The anxiety is building up in you, but you push it down, choosing instead to push your door open, stepping aside. "I have drinks in the kitchen?" you offer.

"Perfect." Dex holds out his arm for Matt to grab onto as he enters your apartment, heading for the kitchen.

You inwardly groan, shoving your anxiety down for just a few more minutes.

You're going to regret this.

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idyllicbunny · 3 years ago

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𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The Punisher ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦)

Sticks and Stones - Frank has quite the soft spot when it comes to you. Both of you oblivious to each other's feelings until a certain evening has you both realising how you both feel for each other.

Chocolate Kisses - It's Valentine's Day and what better way to spend it then to enjoy each others company with some good food and little gifts.

Something old - You’ve been waiting to have Frank to yourself but things keep getting in the way and you can’t help but act out much to Frank’s dismay.

Silk and Scissors - You happen to run into Frank and Matt while working a case. A late night catchup leads to much more than the case needed. (Coming soon)

𝘑𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘸 (𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘰)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆

Daredevil ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 (𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬)

Silk and Scissors - you happen to run into Frank and Matt while working a case. A late night catchup leads to much more than the case needed. (Coming soon)

𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺

Sweet silence - James doesn’t like it when his rules add broken especially when he’s trying to work let’s see how long it takes for you to break them (coming soon)

𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘦 (𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳)

𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 (𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦)

𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯)

𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 (𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥)

𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 (𝘛𝘪𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦)

𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘝𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 (𝘈𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦)

Bubbles and bumps - being friends with Adrian is always something you treasure but how long will your resolve last when you’re taking care of him after a little accident? (Coming soon)

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years ago

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Matt Murdock x fem!reader, Benjamin Poindexter x reader (on the side but also main lol)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: season 3 spoilers, violence, blood, stalking, murder, slight suggestive comments, mentions of working at a suicide hotline, brief mention of Karen’s brothers death

Author’s Note: on occasion i sit down and like lose my shit by just writing and writing and writing and this is one of the occasions. I truly had such fun with this. Matt my lovely.

Summary: What if Dex’s last hope was you and not Julie? Based during season 3.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Dex walked into your bookstore slowly, his hat on and his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t fuck this up. Fucking this up would be very very bad for him. This was his last shot to be good. Well not good, but good enough to not break the law.

You were sitting behind the counter, engrossed in a book. You were messing with your hair absentmindedly, not paying mind to the fact he had just walked into the store. Usually you would greet people but you were distracted. That was okay. It was almost pure and he liked that. Pure was good.

He browsed the shelves for a moment, catching a glimpse of you between the stacks of books. You had your finger to your mouth, breathing heavily. It was adorable. Dex pulled out a random book and walked up to the front where you were sitting. You jumped, meeting his eyes and giving him an embarrassed smile.

“Oh I didn’t even see you come in,” you said honestly. You put a bookmark in your novel and placed it aside. “Is this all?” He nodded, pulling out his wallet. He had barely looked at the book he had picked out. Both of you looked down at it now. It was a paperback romance novel. You tried to hide the smile on your face.

‘It’s a gift,” he said.

“Of course.” You looked up and studied his face for a moment, trying to remember where you recognized him from. Your gaze lingered probably a moment too long and you broke away, ringing up the book. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, I do. Dex! Benjamin Poindexter,” you said, leaning back. “You probably don’t remember me. We worked at the suicide hotline all those years ago.”

“Y/N. No, of course I remember you. Seems like forever ago.” You nodded, smiling slightly at the blast from the past. With everything going on with Matt right now you welcomed some sort of semblance of the life before him. You worked there in college, months before the two of you ever met.

“Yeah, geez. What are you up to these days Dex? Other than reading romance novels.”

“I told you that was a gift,” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah. Why don’t we get coffee and catch up?”

“What time do you get off?”

“This is my shop, I can get off whenever I want. How about going for lunch?” He smiled, pleased. This was going well.

“I would like that. Glad we don’t have to wait till six.”

“How did you know I usually close at six? It says seven on the door.” He pushed back slightly as he handed you his card. You rang him up slowly, eyeing him.

“Wild guess. Most stores close at six this time of year right?”

“Right.” You handed him the book and grabbed the closed sign, putting it in front of the door. “Just so you know, I have a boyfriend.” He nodded.

“Understandable. I could just use a friend.” You nodded.

“Me too.”

“Matt won’t mind.” Your eyes locked with his. You hadn’t said Matt’s name. With the nature of Matt’s life, you had to be worried about people who walked into your life, especially one who knows his name.

“I didn’t say-” He gestured to the framed picture on the wall behind you. It was a picture of you and Matt that said Y/N and Matt 2015 underneath it. It had been a gift from Foggy. You breathed a soft sigh of relief.

“Let’s walk. I know a place just down the street.”

===

At lunch Dex explained to you a little bit about why he got back in contact with you. It was embarrassingly obvious that he hadn’t just stumbled into your bookstore. After getting over the initial worry, you decided to help him. You needed friends outside of Matt, Karen and Foggy. Dex and you had gotten along at the suicide hotline. You told him you had a boyfriend and he seemed to be relieved, knowing now that you didn’t think he was trying to pursue you romantically.

He sat on your couch now, holding a cup of coffee, his head on the back of the couch. You were in the kitchen, making something for dinner when he arrived.

“Well tell me about work then. It seems like the source of contention,” you called. He groaned.

“You could say that again.” He stood up, walking over to you. He leaned over the kitchen island, the cup in his hands. “They want to use me as a scapegoat,” he said. He made a goat noise which made you giggle. Making you giggle brought him more joy than he cared to admit.

“I’m not supposed to laugh at your pain, stop making it funny,” you said, mixing the pan on the stove.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You lifted the wooden spoon and put your hand under it, bringing it over to him. He tried it, humming in content. “That’s good.”

“Thank you. Would you like a bowl?”

“Are you sure I can stay?”

“Matt has been coming and going, I doubt I’ll see him for dinner tonight. I could use the company.” You started to put the soup into a bowl. “Go on about scapegoats.” ===

Your mind wandered as you walked home from the bookstore. You had been talking with Dex for a couple of days now. It seemed to be helping him. It was also nice to have someone on the outside, someone not involved with all of Matt’s messes. You were still getting used to having Matt around. You thought he was dead for months.

You opened the door to the bottom floor of your apartment and started to walk upstairs. You took out your headphones and put your hand on the doorknob of your home when a hand grabbed your arm. You jumped, turning around quickly. You were met with Matt, pulling you to his chest. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ma-”

“Sh.” You shut up and waited patiently for him to explain why the hell he had just grabbed you like you were about to fall off a cliff. Your chest was flush with his. Having him so close was still odd. You had thought about the things you would do if he ever came back from the dead and now that he was here you just wanted to never stop touching him. He didn’t have on his glasses. It was rare you saw his eyes when he wasn’t in pain or in bed. “Get behind me. Don’t come in when I do.” You did as you were told. He opened up the door and stepped inside. You caught the glimpse of men inside your apartment, seemingly painting the wall. Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t called anyone for that. You could hear the muffled voices from the other side.

“This isn’t your apartment,” one of the men said. Matt’s eyes went wide.

“Sorry.” He gestured to his eyes. “I’m blind.”

“No worries man.” He opened the door back up and shoved Matt outside, rather quickly.

“What was that?” you questioned quietly.

“Come with me.”

===

Once you got away from the apartment he finally started to talk. You walked down the street, weaving through people.

“Fisk doesn’t know about my nightly activities,” he said, turning a corner to an empty alleyway.

“Yeah. I obviously didn’t tell him.”

“I left you so you would be safe and now you’re in danger but not because I’m back.”

“What?”

“Those people were going to kill you. But not because you’re my girlfriend,” he said. You could see the cogs turning in his head. “That’s not how Fisk does it anyway. He would take you captive, use you as bait to get me. That’s why he hasn’t killed Karen or Foggy. So why are those men trying to kill you?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

“Have you made any friends lately?” “Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“You know why I’m asking.” You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Yeah. I reconnected with a friend from college, Dex. But he isn’t going to kill me,” you said incredulously.

“Obviously. Where does Dex work? What’s his past?”

“What does that matter?”

“Your safety matters!” Matt said, a scowl on his face. You backed down. He was just trying to help.

“He works for the FBI,” you explained. “We met when I worked at the suicide hotline for a while, literaly a month before we met. We got along, he needed a friend.” Matt nodded softly to himself.

“You have a habit of getting in with people with awful pasts. You know anything about his?”

“I do not have a habit-”

“I’m your boyfriend. Karen is your best friend, Karen killed her brother in a car accident when she was on drugs. Again, I’m your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes.

“Foggy owns a sub shop.”

“Foggy aside. Work with me. Please.” He grabbed your hands. You nodded slowly, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about his past.”

“So we can’t rule it out. I’ll ask Karen to look into it.” You nodded.

“I can’t go home.”

“No you can’t.” He was silent for a moment, thinking about what to do with you. “Can you stay with Dex?” You blinked.

“Babe-”

“No I...if this is about him then someone wanted to kill you to get to him. If you’re with him they won’t hurt you.”

“Ever the genius.”

“Go. Quickly. I have to get to Karen.” He started to walk away but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back. You stared at his face in silence. “Sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

===

You arrived at Dex’s not ten minutes later. You knocked on the door nervously. He came quickly, punctually. His eyes went wide when he saw you.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Can I stay here?” you asked. He was stunned for a moment. He moved aside so you could walk in, shutting the door behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You had been contemplating what to tell him for the whole walk here. Matt would tell you to lie. You figured he would be able to see right through you.

“There were some people at my apartment,” you said, looking at him nervously. “There was a hit on me.” Dex was amazed. Why? You hadn’t done anything wrong. The opposite actually. You had been helping him get his shit together. He wasn’t sure what to do if he lost you now.

Then it hit him.

“Oh fuck.” Wilson Fisk had tried to kill you to get to him. To make him vulnerable. He shook his head, walking up to you quickly. He put his hands on your upper arms. “This is my fault but I’m gonna fix it. You can stay here until I do. I’m so glad you’re okay.” You nodded slowly.

“Why is this your fault Dex? Why would they want to kill me?”

“You’re all I have,” he breathed. “I’m gonna fix this.”

===

He could be a good guy for you. He could be the guy Fisk wanted him to be to keep you safe until he could kill Fisk. If that included masquerading as Daredevil, so be it. It would keep you safe and when all this shit was over, he could rebuild himself with the routine and the structure.

“We’re doing this,” Karen said simply, walking beside you. You scoffed.

“Yeah. We are. Is this stupid?”

“I don’t think any of Matt’s ideas have been smart.” You slid through the newspaper office with her, Jasper Evans behind the two of you. You would get Jasper to talk to the press and then get him to testify against Fisk. This was the start of the end, you convinced yourself.

You sat down with Karen, Jasper and Karen’s boss. Foggy was standing beside you, along with some other lawyers and journalists.

You breathed evenly as the conversation started. You were staring at the wall as the power went out. You all stood up, looking around.

That was when you saw Matt. Or rather, Daredevil. It was the red Daredevil suit. You didn’t know where Matt got it back but you were relieved to see him. That meant you were safe, nothing could get you here.

Then you saw actual Matt emerge from the shadows. You gasped.

“Who is that?” you hissed at Karen. She shook her head, astounded. She blocked Jasper with her body.

“I have no idea,” she responded shakily.

Matt was taking too bad a beating. The fight was with someone that was an expert. You fumbled for a weapon as the fake Daredevil knocked Matt on the ground. He started to make his way to the office room you were in. He shot one of the lawyers, knocked Foggy over the head. You gasped, fumbling backwards.

“No, no, no,” Karen mumbled, realizing the gravity of this situation. He turned the gun to you, the next in the room. You saw him about to squeeze the trigger then stop. He paused. You shook.

“Y/N?” he whispered. Did you know him? The mask hid his face. You thought he was Matt a few minutes ago but he was definitely not Matt now. “Step aside.”

“I can’t do that,” you said, shakily.

He shook his head. He hit you over the head and you crumbled to the ground.

===

You woke up only five minutes later. You saw a black mask above you and almost started to cry.

“Matty,” you breathed, barely audibly. “You’re okay.” He nodded.

“So are you.” He helped you up.

“You need to get out of here,” Karen said. You nodded with her as you stood, rubbing your head where you had been hit.

“Go,” you said. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be at Dex’s later.”

===

You walked to Dex’s, shaking in the cold. Everything had gone so wrong. You opened the front door with your key and tossed your bag on the ground. Dex came out of the bedroom quickly.

“Where have you been?” he asked, rushing up to you.

“The Bulletin. Someone attacked the Bulletin.”

“Yeah Daredevil. It’s all over the news.” You shook your head.

“It wasn’t Daredevil,” you said sturtly. “He hit me over the head. I’m tired.” You almost collapsed in his arms but he caught you. He put his hand up to your head and gently touched where it hurt. You winced.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Matt might come later,” you breathed.

“I can take care of you.”

“I know. I want…” You rubbed your eyes. “Dex, my head hurts.”

“I know baby it’s okay.” He led you to the bathroom and hoisted you up on the counter. He enjoyed the pain. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. It was something he had done since he was a kid. But if he could feel guilt he was feeling it now.

Your vision started to clear. You saw a cut on his lip.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Shaving,” he explained. “I was distracted.” You put your finger on his cut, too tired to rationalize.

“Be careful.”

“You too. Don’t go getting yourself into fights.”

“I didn’t. He was fighting. I was there.”

“I know but you shouldn’t try to stand up. Just let him go.”

“How did you know I stood up?”

“Because I know you.” He put a bag of ice on your head. There was a knock on the door.

“Matt,” you breathed. You tried to get off the counter. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

Matt had a cut on his eye and a bad forming bruise on his cheek. Dex straightened his back.

“Is Y/N here?” The second he finished the sentence, he smelled it. The suit. It was in this apartment. He raised his chin. The silence gave Dex away. Matt knew that Dex knew.

You came walking behind Dex and threw your arms around Matt. He held you close, grappling with the situation. How would he get out of this? More importantly, how would he get you out of this? Dex wasn’t going to hurt you. Matt could literally use you as a shield and he was confident Dex wouldn’t kill you.

But Dex had hurt you earlier.

“We need to leave,” Matt whispered in your ear.

“Huh?”

“Thanks Dex for giving her a place to stay but my apartment just got cleared up,” Matt said, holding you stiffly by his side. Dex set his jaw.

“Maybe she should stay here. Looks like you got beat pretty bad.”

“Some assholes taking advantage of a blind guy,” Matt stated simply, shrugging. “It happens. That’s why I need her with me.”

“Well she’s been helping me too, I don’t think I can part with her now.” You looked between the two of them, so confused. Matt was being too apprehensive all of the sudden. The only way that could happen was if he figured something out here and now. Then it hit you. Dex was the fake Daredevil. Your eyes went wide with betrayal.

“Dex?” you breathed.

“I can explain,” he said. “To you. Not to him.” “Matt’s my boyfriend!”

“He can’t protect you. I can.” You shook your head, Matt’s grip on you only getting stronger.

“Dex why?” you asked. “You were doing so good!”

“I did it to protect you,” he said. “From Daredevil and from Fisk.”

“She doesn’t need protection from Daredevil,” Matt said.

“But she does from Fisk. As long as I’m important to Fisk and she’s important to me, she’s safe.”

“Clearly not. They tried to have her killed,” Matt said sturtly. “She’s not staying here anymore.”

“Please.” Dex walked forward and grabbed your hand. He pulled you out of Matt’s grasp and to him. “I need you. I’ll lose it without you. Stay with me.” You shook your head gently.

“Dex, it’s Matt, I can’t leave Matt.”

“Yes you can!” There was a beat of silence. “I’ll get rid of him for you. Then you can stay with me.” Matt started to walk toward him but you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You turned fully to Dex. You put your hands on his cheeks.

“Breath.” He stared into your eyes. “You don’t need Fisk.”

“If I don’t stay with Fisk you die.”

“No,” you said gently, shaking your head. “I have you to protect me.” He put his head against your forehead aggressively, breathing in counts of four. You rubbed his upper shoulders. Then Matt knocked him out by hitting him over the head with a cookbook that was on the kitchen table. He crumpled to the ground. “Oh!” You kneeled beside him.

“He’s fine,” Matt said. “Get up, we have to go.”

“I can’t leave him. Fisk’ll kill him.”

“Let him die.”

“Matthew.” You stood up. “He’s vulnerable. He needs the help.”

“No he doesn’t. He tried to kill me today. He tarnished Daredevil, he almost killed Karen and Foggy.”

“He doesn’t have anyone!” Matt grabbed your arm tightly.

“If you stay you will die.”

“You think you’re any safer?”

“What do you want me to do?!” he yelled.

“Let me help him! If we turn him then we could get in with Fisk, have someone on the inside.”

“Yeah and then I lose you. To death or to Dex.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Do you remember in college when you wouldn’t ask me out because you thought I liked Foggy? This is like that.”

“Yeah, Foggy never tried to kill me!” You shook your head. You walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a notepad and pen. “What are you doing?”

“Giving him the option. If he wants to help us, he meets me at the park tomorrow. If he doesn’t want to help us, I’m gone.” You scribbled it down and put it on his chest. You rubbed his hair back and walked to the bathroom. You grabbed the ice and put it on his head for a moment, putting a bottle of meds, the cassette you had made him and water beside him, next to the notepad.

“You’re an angel,” Matt muttered, almost like he hated it.

“No,” you said, standing back up. “I’m just as bad as the devil of hell's kitchen. Almost like I’m a part of him.”

“Almost like he’s been inside you.” You snorted.

“Matt.”

“We’re going to a church.”

“I have no idea where your morals lay right now.”

“It’s the only safe place I can think of for you to go right now. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

===

Maggie brushed your hair gently.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N?” she asked gently. Her presence was nice. Matt was showering so it was just the two of you. “Matt’s talked almost exclusively of you.” You smiled.

“He has a one track mind.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” You turned to her, fiddling with your fingers.

“Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course. It’s a safe haven for you and Matthew.” You nodded gently as Matt came into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Thanks for watching her Sister, I’ll take her now.” Maggie got up off the bed and put her hand on Matt’s arm.

“Be nice.” She walked up the stairs. You sat silently.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “About all of this?” He chuckled.

“You’re sorry?” He sat down beside you. You brushed your fingers over the side of his face, moving back past his ear. “You wouldn't be in this situation if it weren’t for me.” “Yeah, if it weren’t for you I would be on Fisk’s side regardless. I wouldn’t know any of this,” you said.

“You think he’s gonna come tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I hope he does. He’s tried so hard to be decent. He can’t help how he was born.” Matt nodded, putting his hand on your knee.

“You sure you don’t wanna sleep with him?”

“Positive.” You put your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist. He lifted your legs up on his lap. You traced his new bruise on his cheek lightly. “This is gonna get really dirty.”

“As opposed to how squeaky clean it is now?” You put your head on his. He traced your features.

“You should sleep. You took quite a beating today.”

“No need to rub it in.”

“I’m not. I’m just stating the facts.” You kissed his neck gently. “I can’t lose you again.”

“And I can’t lose you again either. So we’ll just have to stay together.” You nodded.

“Good plan.”

Marvel Tag List: @dpaccione, @demonchick1, @karasong, @elisaa-shelby, @lov3vivian, @russian-soft-bitch, @alexxavicry, @valentina-luvs-u

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagines #benjamin poindexter x reader #marvel imagines

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years ago

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Alrighty I've decided to write fanfiction on here because I've burnt out on Wattpad and people aren't giving me requests so here's the people I will write for and I'll write anything ( if it's smut it may be a while because I would need to research stuff on it )

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Benjamin Dex Poindexter

Frank castle

Michael kinsella

Tristan thorn

Owen sleater

Karen page

Bucky Barnes

Henry (eat locals)

Peter Parker ( fluff / angst only)

And if you request a character I will try and research them my best to write them

Please request I'm begging here

#frank castle x reader #owen sleater #michael kinsella #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #tristan thorn #peter parker #benjamin poindexter #james wesley #bucky barnes

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everlastingdreams · 4 years ago

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Just posting my masterlist updated January 2022

Weeping Monk x Reader :

The City Of Fey series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Playing With Fire series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Smut chapters: Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43

Reign Of The Heart series (ongoing):

Forbidden Apple series (To be posted):

Ben Poindexter x Reader : Into My Bloodstream series

Dex x Reader Sugar Crush series:

John Constantine x Reader: Heaven And Hell :

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Robbie Reyes x Reader:

Nice Car.

Charles Xavier x Reader:

The House That Build Me

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader:

Invidia series: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Thundering Hearts

Sticks And Stones

A Devil’s Wrath

Daredevil

Foggy Nelson x Reader:

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

Daredevil x Reader :

Love Is Blind

The Spanish Disaster

Fight ‘Em ‘Till You Can’t

A Falling Star part 1

A Falling Star Part 2

Hearts On fire

Final Masquerade

Under My Skin

The Witcher

Jaskier x Reader drabble:

The Promise

Jaskier x Reader Stories:

A Bard Bewitched series

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The Green Eyed Monster series

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Isaac Lahey: (to be posted)

Kiss It Better

All The Things I Love

Theft Of The Heart

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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NEW FANDOM: Jessica Jones

OPENING REQUESTS FOR THE MARVEL SHOW ‘JESSICA JONES’

I got obsessed, what can I do 😅😅😅

Anyway, I’ve only seen season one so far so I’d appreciate it if you kept your request spoiler free for the rest of the seasons (Season 2 & 3). I have characters from other shows in there (Daredevil, The Defenders) so if you could keep those requests spoiler free as well cause haven’t watched the shows yet, that would be great!

I do ships (Jess x Luke for the win!!!) and ‘x reader’ fics!

Only rule: NO SMUT!

Here are the characters I write for (some are not from the show but I still would like to write for them because I’ve fallen in love with them 😅):

- Jessica Jones

- Trish Walker

- Malcolm Ducasse (crushing on him hardcore ngl)

- Luke Cage

- Will Simpson

- Matt Murdock

- Elektra Natchios

- Benjamin Poindexter

- Danny Rand

And probably more I can’t think of right now 😅

~ XOXO, Vy 💜

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kilyra · 5 years ago

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Anniversary Headcanon

Well, because Tumbler is now deciding not to post a gif OR a read-more line when I respond to an ask, I’ll do it this way instead...again... I mean do I report this? No one responded to my last support request (sigh). Anyhow, so Anon asked:

Could you write a head canon for Matt Murdock about what it would be like to celebrate an anniversary with him? (You can include others too if you would like😊)

Oh, fun! Thanks for the request! For this one, I'm running with Matt Murdock, Eric Northman, Helena Bertinelli, Cable (which cracks me up and I hope gets some love haha), Lucifer, and Benjamin Poindexter (Dex).

(If you want to be on the headcanon taglist, lemmie know)

Matt Murdock: When you and Matt started dating, he was trying to put the devil behind him. He wanted to focus on an actual life with you and his firm, Nelson, Murdock, and Page. But his past caught up with him and some nights he tells you he's working on a case, he's really trying to keep the streets safe. One such night is on your anniversary. You had made plans together at one of your favourite restaurants in town and it was there you watched the minutes turn to an hour. But instead of getting annoyed, you were worried, especially when he didn't return your texts. After you stopped by to check on him and no one was at his apartment, your worry exploded and you started texting both Karen and Foggy. When their stories didn't match for when he left the office, you didn't know what to think; you were a swirl of emotion – anger being one. The next day, however...everything changed. Matt invited you over to apologize and let you in on the side of his life he wanted to protect you from. But if you were going to be with him, truly be with him, you needed all the facts. It wasn't easy; you took a few days to think everything over, but when you decided you were all in, that you loved him and would stand by him, he was beyond relieved. Immediately, he took you out for a make-up dinner and spoiled you with flowers and a lovely gift, giving you a wonderful night to celebrate.

Eric Northman: For your anniversary, Eric goes all out. Limo, classy restaurant, extravagant gifts, you name it. On one level you’re surprised because he's not normally so showy, but you also understand he has an image to uphold. Not to say it's entirely for appearances however, as he does believe you deserve the only the best. But you’re happy just to be with him, you don't need anything much less such grandiose gestures. Even so, you happily go along with it all – being with him means you've got to help uphold the same image. As uncomfortable as it makes you sometimes, it's worth it to have him in your life.

Helena Bertinelli: Not having many people she deeply cares for in her life, Helena desperately wants to show how much you mean to her. Along with a beautiful locket, she books dinner at a fancy restaurant in town. But it's...too fancy. As you look through the menu, you realize neither of you knows half of what's listed and honestly you aren't sure if it's in a different language or just stuff you've never heard of before. Things get quiet and awkward until you're about halfway through your first drink. Finally, you crack a joke about trying to read the menu, and it's the first time a flicker of relief breaks through the muted fear that was plastered on Helena's face. Letting out a lengthy sigh, she finally smiles, glad it wasn't just her. When you tell her that you deeply appreciate the gesture, but suggest going to the dive pub by your place instead, she quickly agrees as a soft look of adoration drifts across her features. She fell in love with you all over again.

Cable: You can’t help but follow when Cable storms past you with a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers. As he reaches the kitchen, he roughly tosses them in the garbage bin as he grumbles about Wade. Apparently, Deadpool marked on the calendar that a year ago that day, they had taken down a particularly vicious group of criminals and decided to celebrate. Cable carried on, complaining about Wade’s antics and how he wasn’t even sure why he stuck around to keep dealing with such ridiculousness. When he finally slowed down, you cleared your throat, catching his attention. You can’t keep the amusement from your tone when you remind him that it’s also your anniversary – when he returned from that mission, was when things heated past just being friends and teammates. His face froze, expression unreadable as he stared at you. Grunting, he finally turned around to the garbage, pulling the flowers off the top and gruffly tried to fix the smashed arrangement. Awkwardly, he thrust them at you as he mumbled happy anniversary…

Lucifer: Your first anniversary with the Devil himself was rather surprising. You were expecting something big, maybe at Lux or some posh establishment he had connections with. It's not your style, but you were braced for it because that was most definitely his style. But instead, he invites you to come up to his suite and begins serenading you on the piano as soon as the elevator door open. The scent of amazing food wafts over to you as you make your way in and you see the table dressed up as elegantly as any high-end restaurant with a spread of your favourite food. He is already smiling at the bewildered look that settles on your features as he makes his way over to you with his gift in hand. Because, of course, he can't wait to give you your present, which turns out to be shockingly thoughtful. When you finally ask him what's going on, he admits that while he enjoys being out and making a scene, he enjoys you...just you...even more. Nothing makes him happier than having time with you all to himself.

Benjamin Poindexter: Your first anniversary is spent at your favourite restaurant. Nothing fancy or extravagant, but definitely centred around you. You sit at your usual table – the one that lets you stare out at the street to admire both the beautiful architecture of this neighbourhood and the interesting people that pass. And of course, you have your favourite meal. It's not terribly often that you go to this restaurant, but it is always a treat when you do. The staff is friendly, the view is great, and the food...oh man...the food is so amazing that whenever you have friends come from out of town you insist they come here. So it makes sense that this is where you are for your anniversary because Dex is just happy you're happy. Of course…you don't realize he's there. Sitting a few tables away, he keeps his nose buried in his phone as though he's taking care of business while absently eating his meal. But really, he's quietly appreciating your joy from afar. He is quite pleased that you chose to eat here of all nights – it’s a perfectly fitting place to celebrate the day he first realized how important you were to him.

Taglist: @foreverfaeries @flower-two @getlostinyourparadise @selfishkiddo @angelicshinigami @stylesxstark @natsukitakama @bisexual-space-slut @soul-of-a-traveller

#kily headcanons #matt murdock x reader #lucifer x reader #eric northman x reader #cable x reader #helena bertinelli x reader #benjamin poindexter x reader

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art-by-jas · 5 years ago

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SHROUD THE DEVIL

CHAPTER ONE

Hello yes, this is my first fic on Tumblr. I think and I've been trying to continue this story for a while now so I thought to just put some of it on here. If you like it gimme some feedback please and thanks. If you got any questions, concerns message me. 😁 enjoy. Idk how I feel with time but oh well right.

Word Count: 1206

Warnings: None

Why were you here at Matt’s again? Oh right, you were bored out of your mind in your tiny, dingy apartment, and in need of something to do. You tried cleaning your room to keep your mind occupied, which it desperately, desperately needed, to the point you were tripping over clothes to get to your bed, but the tidying only lasted a whole five minutes until you got tired and ended up on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram feed on your phone.

A few posts in, you read that there has been a third homicide five blocks from your house this month, police seem to think there is a pattern happening. Starting to get the chills you stopped reading and threw your phone to the side of your bed. After reading the news article you made sure to double, no triple check that you locked the front door and the windows you saw Criminal Minds, knowing what an open window could result in.

About a half an hour later of just lying in your bed procrastinating on productive things you could be doing like drawing or reading. Which you tried both but neither seemed to work. With reading, you just couldn’t get into the mindset and with drawing you hit an art block. Hating everything your brain and hand were coming up with.

Thinking some fresh air would do you good, getting up you walked across the hardwood floors of your apartment. The cold seeping into your bones through the souls of your feet as you padded to your dresser to get out a dark-colored beanie and a heavy coat along with some thicker pants than usual, trying to keep yourself warm out there. You moved to the door where you kept your shoes and boots. After pulling on some socks you choose the deep grey boots. Finished and happy that you weren’t going to freeze outside you continued out the door, not before stopping to get pepper spray and your small army knife just in case. You weren’t totally defenseless you did take a couple of defense classes a few years back. With everything ready you head out your front door making sure to lock it, you made your way to the coffee shop about two blocks away.

There was a thick layer of snow all along the sidewalks and the streets, making you feel giddy inside. You always liked this time of year. It brought out the best in you. The sun was just about to set, the light reflecting off the tall buildings you lived around. Bringing your coat closer to you, trying to protect yourself from the brisk air but ultimately useless. Hearing the sound of cars going by, The crunching of snow under the heavy footsteps of the people on the phone talking to their loved ones, glancing at you with a smile as they walk past you. You were definitely glad you moved here.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket alerting you there was a new text, pulling it up to read, you saw that it was from Ward. He was asking if you were up to anything lately, going on to tell you that he was thinking about getting a dog asking if you wanted to go to SPCA with him next week. He recently moved into a new house and thought the presence of a dog would do great for him.

You grinned down at your phone and replied back,

I’d love to! Next Thursday sound good?

You had met Ward Meachum through Danny, and at first, he wanted nothing to do with you, thinking you were more of an annoyance but after a long year and a half you started growing on him and have been friends ever since. Once in awhile Danny, Ward and Colleen, Joy and You would go out for dinner. Most times it would be at the Royal Dragon Chinese place. They always had the best egg rolls and noodles.

After replying you arrived at your destination. The bright neon sign reflected a shimmering blue onto the snow in front of the coffee shop. Opening the door of the radiant shop. The smell of coffee hits you almost instantly, there were a few people here and there not too busy being that it is around 6:30 at night. There was a girl with a high ponytail sitting near one of the walls on the right side, typing swiftly on her laptop. Not a care in the world. She wore a black top and camouflage cargo pants. Her coat laid next to her. A younger man next to her on his phone, his glasses were reflecting at what he was looking at. He wore a black jumpsuit which was unzipped slightly. There was one last man at the way back of the shop, he had his hood up, sipping slowly at his scolding hot drink while glancing out the window occasionally. The radio played lowly but adding to the aesthetic of the place.

The cashier smiled brightly at you, “Hi, I’m Hali. How can I help you today?” You could tell she was tired but you appreciated her attitude. You took a moment to look at the menu above her, deciding on medium-hot chocolate. You thanked her and sat down at one of the tables nearby. You gazed out the window noticing it was now dark. Not wanting to go home after this, back to the same old boring apartment. You called up one of your favorite lawyers asking if he wanted to hang out. He told you he was working on a client’s case but Foggy would be there and will be the entertainment while he was finishing up.

Informing him that you’ll be over within the hour. Hali called out your name, holding your drink up. You thanked her and told her to have a good night, after tipping her five bucks. You left the store and back into the cold air outside. Dogs barking, police sirens zipping past inbound searching for a perp.

You made your way down the sidewalk in the direction of Matt’s building. Given the time you spent outside, your nose grew cold, skin turning a slight tinge of red. The walk to Matt’s didn’t take long, about a ten-minute walk from the shop. Starting to shiver, you picked up the pace and jogged the rest of the way. There weren’t as many people out now going on 7 something. Hell’s Kitchen seemed to be a different place entirely at night. You felt as if someone was watching you, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck start to rise. You just about dashed through the door of Matt’s building.

You slowly warmed back up after being in the heated building for a while. Pulling your hat off, trying to fix your hair back to its regular appearance while you climbed the stairs to his floor, your drink was just about halfway finished. You stopped at his door, sipping it. Your other hand rose, ready to knock when the door swung open.

“Hey! How’s the love of my life doing?” Foggy answered jokingly, you chuckled. Already forgetting all about that feeling of being watched.

#Matt Murdock x Reader #Frank Castle x Reader #benjamin poindexter #matt murdock #foggy nelson #frank castle #daredevil #shroud the devil #charlie cox #jon bernthal #elden henson #wilson bethel #chapter 1

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marvelmayo · 6 years ago

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I have a possible daredevil related fic(s) coming soon but I can't decide what direction to take because they all sound amazing! ✨

-Matt Murdock

-Benjamin Poindexter

-Ray Nadeem

Or all of the above??? I could do three separate fics but I need an outside opinion 👏

#daredevil season 3 #marvel daredevil #daredevil bullseye #daredevil #Benjamin Poindexter #matt murdock #ray nadeem #who would be a great father figure??#x reader #x reader fic #help me out here #help

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daremartyevil · 3 years ago

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current wips

some are old but unfinished and others i barely wrote something

1. Cupid shot the wrong lovers || laszlo kreizler x female!reader (inspired by “Kissaphobic from Make Out Monday”: laszlo remembers all the times he lost control of his feelings because of you. (angst & happy ending)

2. Pleaser || matt murdock x gn!reader: when you come home, matt immediately notices that something is wrong. and he is completely willing to take care of you. (fluff)

3. If my heart was still mine || dark!benjamin poindexter x afab!reader: you should have known better. (angst & bad ending)

4. Fear a fall, you're asking why || matt murdock x afab!reader (reader from stitch by stitch, i fall apart): after you find some old of your first articles in hell’s kitchen, you remember matt of the first time you met. (slightly angst and fluff)

5. If I am tonight, I'll always be || matt murdock x afab!reader (reader from stitch by stitch, i fall apart): matt fears that one day, his demons will consume him. (angst, hurt/comfort & fluff ending)

6. everyone knows the devil, chapter one (what do we know about The Doctor?) || western!matt murdock x afab!reader: matt had heard about the doctor and their skills. about what they could do once face to face with their nemesis. so, when the vigilante wakes up and senses the presence of his savior by his side, he tries to understand the face behind the plague doctor’s mask. (reader hating matt guts, nothing more to add lmao)

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 9 months ago

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3176 (chapter 49)

a quick update to break yet another writer's block * sighs *

49. Another night in Hell's Kitchen

"Who's this fancy looking fella?" Foggy asks, taking in Matt's appearance when you two come to the office minutes before the work day begins.

"You like it?" Matt slowly spins around, showing off his new navy blue suit, paired with a dark red tie with small black dots.

"Did you sell your kidney or something to buy this? Jesus, you're making me look like a subway worker." Foggy laughs, coming to touch Matt's suit to feel the material.

"Nah, got a good deal." Matt smiles, adding, "all the glory should go to y/n, she managed to bargain a smaller price."

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and you quickly turn around from Foggy and Karen to hang your coat. "The owner is a friend of my mom and well, your blindness really soothed his character."

"Wait, wait. I think I'm missing something." Foggy stands, one hand on his hips, and intently looks at the two of you. "I think I need an explanation."

"Y/n invited me for Thanksgiving dinner and we raided the shops later." Matt shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal to hang out with an employee... On a holiday. At her parent's house.

"I just couldn't let him be sullen the whole weekend while we're all away." Making way towards the kitchen for coffee, you also escape curious glances, and soon, clients start coming, pilling up in the lobby with Karen. You don't get a chance to talk with Matt until noon, as he spends most of the time with Foggy, talking to clients and running around the lobby to print documents. You, however, continue to work alone in the office until the lunch break, and just when you thought you were all going to grab a bite, and you could have a chance to smoke a cigarette or two, three loud bangs on your office door, ruin all of your plans.

***

"I'm sorry... But your son has been involved in..." you raise your eyebrows at the short-haired black woman and her 16-year-old son, "an armed robbery?"

"Yes, I've already mentioned it four times."

"Sorry, I'm a bit... Not well today. So, Paxton, could you please tell me what exactly happened? If you want to stay out of jail, I need to hear every single detail."

Paxton's mother crosses her arms, clearly unhappy with the treatment she was receiving, while Paxton was sitting on one of the armchairs, not particularly bothered by the whole situation. "Nothing. My mother is exaggerating." He shrugs, looking out through the window.

"I'm sorry, he's joking, right sweetheart?" His mother tries to gently touch his arm, but Paxton slides away as far as he can. "He told me everything last night. That's why I came here without an appointment. I noticed how many people are here, I am so glad you could take us in during your break."

"Mrs Harris..." You begin, tapping your pen on your notebook, "enough with the pleasantries. I need the details so I could tell you if I'm able to help you and Paxton. Now, please, talk."

"Remember that article a couple of weeks ago about how five men robbed a jewelry store?" She asks, casting her eyes to the ground; you give her a negative answer and wait for a more detailed explanation. "Well, Paxton was involved in it."

"What did you steal?"

"Rings, necklaces, earrings. I found a box of them in his room." She answers for Paxton.

You look at the boy, noticing a small smirk he just bit away. "What were you planning to do with them, Paxton?"

"Sell. It's all gold." He rolls his eyes.

"Why?"

"I need money." Paxton says in a hurtful tone, sending a glare towards you.

"What for?" Your question hangs in the air heavily. "Why is a teenage boy so in need of money that he must go rob a jewelry store? Tell me, do you work somewhere?"

"No, the money that I bring home is enough." Mrs Harris answers for her son once more, and you look at him in thought.

"Is it drugs, Paxton? You need more money for a dose, don't you?" He stares back at you, visibly irritated. "Is it cocaine? Or marijuana? Do you smoke with your criminal friends after school? Where'd you get the guns from?"

"Excuse me, but these are false accusations, Miss y/l/n, I-"

You hold your hand up, and continue to look right at the boy. "It is drugs. Bloodshot eyes, runny nose. You keep buying those eye drops in hopes of concealing it, but they don't work, do they?"

"Miss-"

"How do you know?" He finally asks after failing the staring contest.

"I had my fair share of experience with drug addicts. Now, if we cleared this one up, where'd you get the guns and who were your accomplices?"

"I can't tell you. I made a promise." He protests in vain.

"Addict's promise is nothing more than an empty talk. Did they threaten you?" You're met with silence and uneasiness from Mrs Harris. "Paxton, we're bound by an attorney-client privilege. Whatever you say, stays in this room. I can only advise what's best for you in court."

"No."

"I think you're lying to me."

"Yes, okay? I had to keep my mouth shut so they would give me my share." You rub your forehead in thought, when Paxton speaks up again, "we found some guns in an abandoned place, it was like a warehouse or something. We only came there to threaten the owner, but then Joey fired a shot and... We didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Did you hurt someone?"

"No, the bullet went through the display glass, but we got scared and ran away." Paxton was still restricted, but after you assured that it stays between you three, he opened up.

"Did anyone see you?"

"No, we wore masks."

"Can you tell other names? Besides Joey?"

He hesitates, cracking his fingers, afraid to meet his mother's eyes.

***

"He's agreed to help us, in exchange for a full immunity."

"Did he give any names?" Mahoney asks, flipping over the papers.

"All of them." You answer, looking over at Mrs Harris and her son, still in your office. Matt and the rest of the office returned from their lunch break, and Matt was awkwardly hanging around Karen's desk, listening to you and Mahoney talking on the phone from time to time. Karen was pushing him to get a grip and finally start taking money from the clients, rather than doing everything for free; yet he kept pushing back with the same old arguments.

"Well, I need you to come to the station, so we could take the statement, only then I can guarantee a full immunity."

"Alright, we'll see you soon, Sergeant."

***

You enter Josie's before seven, pushing through the thick crowd to the pool tables, old rock music is blaring through the speakers on full volume. Some guy almost spills his drink and starts apologizing profusely, so you quicken your step until you finally see familiar faces of Nelson and Murdock. "Apologies for the delay, Mahoney held us up." You sigh, stopping in front of the pool table to watch how Foggy misses a perfect shot.

"He likes to do that a lot." Foggy comments, trying to cover up his incredible failure.

"What happened? You were gone the whole afternoon." Matt fixes his glasses, directing his movements elsewhere, although he wanted to at least put a comforting hand on your shoulder... But not in public.

"Uh... Whiskey neat?" You ask him, snatching his drink without waiting for an answer, and when the alcohol burns your throat, finally reply, "so basically, the warehouse where the kids found guns belong to the irish, yes, yet another gang in Hell's Kitchen. And the police are on the lookout for them, but it seems that they went into hiding." You put an empty glass on the table next to you, and touch Matt's shoulder, "Next one's on me."

"Wait, so what happened to the kids?" Karen asks, sipping her own drink, which you notice to be the same brand of beer that Matt keeps buying for himself.

"We all talked, but of course, their parents weren't happy with the charges, so none of them confessed, but Paxton's on tape, and he still has the full immunity on the table."

"And the store owner?"

"He didn't recognize any of them, but he did recognize the stolen jewelry that Paxton brought with him. At least they were smart enough to wear masks, but if Mahoney pulls out a search warrant, it's over for them." You sigh, plopping on the chair nearby. "I'm dog tired and I can't believe I've walked all the way from the station here."

"Hey, it's time to relax now, we've got all gang here!" Foggy puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes, a bit too strong for your liking.

"Nelson and Murdock are finally back!" Karen lifts her bottle and cheers when Matt's shot goes right into the hole.

"That's a pretty damn good shot there, Murdock." You comment, and Matt's cheeks slightly blush. You quickly check him out, relaxed and laid back, his jacket ditched somewhere on the chair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his strong arms exposed. If you could, you'd take him right here in the filthy bathroom of Josie's bar; but you can only bite your lip and wait for Josie to bring you a drink.

Matt laughs, "I only got lucky this time."

"He's been riding on that luck the whole evening, don't trust his words." Foggy comments and goes around the table to find the best position for himself again.

*** The evening goes by quickly, you've already lost the count on how many drinks you have consumed in those couple of hours, the bar is nowhere near empty, on the contrary, it only became fuller. Foggy has won two out of six rounds against Matt and has been glued to his beer ever since, apart from an occasional bathroom break, and now it was Karen v Matt in the 'grand pool battle', as Foggy called it.

Your phone vibrates and you pull it out of your purse, confused. 1 new message. You can't help but look around the bar, before opening the message from an unknown number. Maybe Todd has come back to haunt you again?

U/N: hey, just wanted to check in, how are you?

You: sorry, who's this?

You see three dots appear and disappear multiple times, and at last, the person texts back, you quickly sober up.

U/N: It's Poindexter.

U/N: don't mean to appear like a stalker, but got your number from the case documents.

You: Oh

Dex clenches his jaw tightly, and Ray turns to look at him, clutching his phone. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dex answers, briefly looking around where they have parked their car. Dex and Ray were on a lookout mission tonight, and after a long afternoon of contemplating, he finally gathered enough courage to text you. And your response wasn't as warm as he expected it to be.

After two long minutes, which felt like an hour to Dex, you finally started typing something. Ray side-eyed his partner with rising interest, pretty much because he has never seen him staring at his phone like that. Dex's small smirk to your message added more suspicion to the already boiling pot.

You: does this count as a part of your job, agent?

Dex: not when I'm off duty.

You: are you off duty now?

Dex: well, I guess you caught me this time.

Matt listens to the sudden liveliness of your phone, slightly confused, but then Karen appears next to him and offers to teach how to play pool 'correctly', despite the obvious fact that he's been playing with Foggy the whole evening. You watch them from behind a half empty glass of whiskey, catching the way drunken Karen allowed herself to boldly touch Matt. You shouldn't be mad or jealous... Theoretically... Because you two weren't public or official. But theory aside, you were biting your cheek to refrain from a sarcastic remark. Matt couldn't help himself but smile awkwardly when he felt Karen's fingers sliding along his arm; her closeness was too much for his liking, especially in front of you; but your attention was somewhere else already.

You: didn't think feds worked overtime. You replied cheekily, but then added, I'm ok. Thanks for asking, Dex.

Dex's response was quick, you don't know a lot about us then. I guess everything that happened was very hard for you.

You get a fresh glass of whiskey, thinking over his message. It was strange, that when your life has finally settled, weeks after Teneke's murder, Dex decided to text you. Although there was some truth in his words, it was hard, the nightmares weren't the fun part of the whole thing too... But it was all in the past now; with Matt by your side, you allowed yourself to relax and not think of all the bad things that happened in your life since your return to Hell's Kitchen.

You: it was, yeah. If we're already on this subject, how are you?

Dex: I'm good, thanks.

And he was, especially when you texted back. His smile, even though a brief one, didn't go unnoticed by Ray. Dex wanted to text something else, keep the conversation going, but his mind was blank, especially when it came to making small talk; although he was now guarded by his phone and safe from any first-hand awkwardness, Dex still didn't know how to deal with the sudden stress. But his self-pitying session got interrupted by your message, so, what are you up to right now? So, you did care after all. Enough to not let this conversation die.

Dex: on a lookout for a bad guy, pretty boring. And you? Hopefully something more exciting.

You: in a bar, drinking my salary away with the bosses. How bad that bad guy is?

Dex: pretty bad in my opinion. Don't drink too much, you won't feel well tomorrow :)

You lock your phone and notice that Foggy and Karen were already dressed up.

"Look who's off her phone already, you missed all the fun." Foggy says, buttoning his coat up.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, Karen's afraid to go home alone and I-"

"I am not!" Karen giggles, steadying herself against the pool table. Matt laughs, leaning on the pool cue and sips his beer.

"Huh, maybe I should head home as well... Just want a cigarette so bad, haven't had one the whole day." You sigh, and say your goodbyes to Foggy and Karen. The bar is still full, Josie's been running non-stop, and you think to yourself if it's always like this on a Monday night.

"That leaves just two us now, huh?" Matt says, striking the white ball into the red one.

"Isn't this just so romantic?" You laugh, walking closer to Matt, and whispering in his ear, "those shouting ones really know how to create an atmosphere...Full of sweaty bodies and that stink of cheap beer."

"I'd say this is perfect." He laughs, handing you the pool cue.

"No, I don't play."

"Come on, let me teach you."

"Really? And how will you do that?"

"With your help, of course." Matt laughs into your ear, and puts his hands around your shoulders, positioning the cue in your hands. "Now, turn where the white one is." You do that, noticing that there's a green ball right behind the white one. "And now, you strike that ball into another one, like that." He pushes the cue with quick, powerful movement, still holding your hand.

"It went in!"

"See, it's easy." He smiles, forgetting that he was gonna ask you who was texting you this late in the evening. You celebrate for a moment, but then grab Matt's hand, asking to go home. And who was Matt to refuse your ideas, when he knew how tired you were?

As you were waiting for a taxi outside, Matt was standing so close to you that you smelled his perfume mixed with all the smells of the bar even through your burning cigarette.

"Listen, I wanna ask you something, y/n." He begins, shuffling his feet on the sidewalk. "Do you... Would you like to go on a date tomorrow evening?"

"A date?" You ask again, averting your attention from the passing cars. "Matt, we've been together for like a month."

"I know, and I haven't asked you on a date once, that's on me." His warm hands found yours and squeezed affectionately, "let's go to some nice place, maybe not too expensive," you laugh and it's like music to his ears, "I would choose it myself, but unfortunately," Matt gestures to his glasses, "I'll put on my best suit, and you could put on that silk dress I helped you choose... What do you say?"

You wanted to kiss him right now and never let him out of your arms, "I have one place in mind... I just hope that it will be as romantic as Josie's."

He laughs, throwing his head back, "so, that's a yes?"

"Affirmate, Mr Murdock." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving the biggest smile on his face.

***

"Hey, I told you I'm sorry, I tried to reason with my mother to not go to that lawyer!" Paxton's voice rings in the dark alley, four dark figures hovering above him menacingly.

"So you had to tell our names to save your own ass, didn't you?" Joey asks, kicking Paxton's thigh with enough force to earn a loud cry.

"I was busted either way. She cracked me about the drugs, I can't be in jail for having drugs in my house, please!"

"You're just a pussy, Paxton. I always knew you were the weakest link." Toby says, pulling the hood off his head. "We could've sold that gold for good money and taken more guns from the warehouse, but it's all busted now. And whose fault is that?"

"Guys, please," Paxton shields his head from another kick, "I beg you, stop, I'll take everything back, I promise-"

"I don't take promises from a snitch. We should just kill you right now." Joey says, picking up a brick from the ground, and gets hit by one of Daredevil's billy clubs, which bounces off to knock out Toby. The rest of the gang look around in panic, until they notice a dark figure on one of the rooftops, and another billy club flies through the air and knocks them out as well.

"Please, please, don't kill me, Daredevil!" Paxton lies back down, keeping his hands in the air.

The devil of Hell's Kitchen lands on the ground switfly with little effort and picks up his billy clubs, agonizingly slowly stalking towards Paxton. "Call the police, call your lawyer first thing in the morning, leave no details, you understand? Drop the shady business or I won't be so nice the next time we meet." Matt rasps out, in case Paxton has heard him speaking in the office.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, please don't hurt me anyone." Paxton cries out, holding his bruised side.

"Make the call right now, Paxton, I won't ask again."

The boy pulls out his phone, screen almost shattered from the kicks and dials the emergency number, fearfully looking at his knocked out friends and Daredevil himself, standing and looking right at him.

Another typical night in Hell's Kitchen.

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prince-septimus · 3 years ago

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listening in

pairing : benjamin poindexter x reader x matt murdock

summary : matt keeps listening in on his and dex's new neighbor.

word count : 800

warnings : slight nsfw

a cold apartment prequel

Matt is a good listener. It's the enhanced senses. It makes it easy to read people — being able to listen to their breathing and the beating of their heart — but it helps with eavesdropping too.

He doesn't always mean to eavesdrop, only sometimes when he's out in the night as Daredevil, using his hearing to help him along. It just happens all the other times, being able to hear Mrs. Jenkins down the hall complain to her daughter on the phone about how the mailman never pays attention to the fragile stickers on her packages, or knowing when the older woman downstairs is home — the one who is always a little too touchy with Dex when they end up in an elevator together.

(Dex laughs every time she's brought up. He always recommends the stairs when she's around.)

He doesn't mean to listen in on you, but you can be awfully loud sometimes. He's sure that you've broken at least 3 bowls since you've moved in, and you have a habit of singing in the shower. You're so loud that even Dex makes a comment about it. It's amusing, your clumsiness and enjoyment of being by yourself thinking no one else is listening.

Matt doesn't mean for it to be creepy. It's not really his fault. He can't help that he can hear a little more than most people.

It's also not his fault that your bedroom is right there, your bed just on the other side of the wall and he can hear the soft little moans you let out, trying to keep quiet because you've probably realized how thin the walls are at this point. He knows it's because of them. He knows that Dex was a little extra loud tonight and could easily be heard and that has to be why he can hear you now, even if he doesn't want to be intrusive.

"That's new," Dex comments.

Matt tilts his head. "You can hear them too?"

Dex smirks in the darkness, bringing his arms up to rest behind his head. There's a thin sheet of sweat covering his chest from their previous activities, and a laziness in his movement. "They probably don't realize how loud they're actually being."

"If they knew, they probably wouldn't be making those noises."

"Probably." Dex chuckles as you get just a little louder. "They're close."

Matt closes his eyes, trying to tune out the noises you make, but it doesn't help. Your moans still fill his ears and overload his senses.

Dex laughs when Matt rolls over to kiss him. "Round two already?"

Matt still feels like he's intruding on something incredibly private the next time he hears you. Dex is rubbing a hand up and down his chest, and Matt wonders if you felt the same when you heard them. "Have you met them yet?"

"Once. In the elevator." Dex's voice is slightly muffled, both from trying to keep quiet and from having his face against the pillow. "You?"

"They ran into me in the hallway." Matt smiles, remembering the collision. "Literally, ran into me. Didn't know I was blind. It was cute."

There's a pause where they're silent, and your moans fill Matt's ears. The sounds from your side of the wall quiet quickly, and there's a tension in the air. Dex rolls over, propping himself above Matt.

"Maybe we should get to know them?" he offers, his hand coming up to trace Matt's jaw.

Matt hums, tilting his head back when Dex's mouth joins his ministrations. "Yeah. Maybe we should."

It's a few days later when Matt walks in to the smell of baked cookies. It had become one of Dex's main hobbies since they moved in together — baking. Matt likes it. It fills the apartment with a warmth he hasn't known since he was a kid, and everything Dex makes always tastes good.

Matt follows the smell, his hand trailing along the counter when he enters the kitchen. "Cookies?"

Dex reaches over to slap Matt's hand away from the cookie tray. "Not for you. For our neighbor."

A smile crosses Matt's face. "Today?"

"Well, we can't wait forever, can we?" Dex moves around Matt, grabbing a plate and filling it with the cookies. "Have to get to know them at some point."

Matt likes the idea of finally getting to do proper introductions with you. He likes the idea of getting to know you as something other than the person on the other side of the wall.

"Ready to go?"

Matt nods, taking Dex's hand.

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