#benjamin poindexter x reader x matt murdock

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

A New Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fisk!Daughter Reader, Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Fisk!Daughter Reader

Summary: The daughter of Wilson Fisk walks a dangerous line between power and passion in Hell’s Kitchen. When Matt Murdock confronts her in the bar of her father’s Presidential Hotel, warning her about Benjamin Poindexter—her latest entanglement—wearing the Daredevil suit and wreaking havoc, she refuses to play into his self-righteousness. Matt sees her making the same mistakes as Fisk, but she insists she’s always one step ahead.

Inspired by: @prince-septimus 's headcannon? oneshot? about this topic.

The city breathes like a beast beneath you—alive, hungry, always watching. Hell’s Kitchen was never yours, not really, but it wasn't his either. Not Murdock’s. Not Dex’s. Not your father’s. It belonged to the shadows in between, and you had learned to navigate them with ease.

And yet, even as you sat across from Matt in the sleek, dimly lit bar of the Presidential Hotel—now your father’s hotel—you could feel the weight of all three men pressing in around you. Your father. Your ex. Your... whatever Dex was now.

"You shouldn’t be here," you murmured, swirling your drink lazily as you avoided looking at him. "You shouldn’t have called me."

Matt smiled that infuriating little smirk of his, the one that made you want to either punch him or kiss him, depending on the day. "Then why did you answer the phone?"

You exhaled sharply through your nose, setting the glass down with a soft clink. "Say what you need to say, Murdock."

"It’s about Poindexter."

You went still. A slow blink. A measured breath. "What about him?"

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, lowering his voice. "He’s wearing my suit."

The words barely had time to settle before you scoffed. "And?"

His jaw tensed. "And he’s using it to tear this city apart."

You rolled your eyes. "Spare me the theatrics. You think I don’t know what he does? You think I don’t know what you do? The only difference between the two of you is a red suit and a self-righteous complex."

Matt exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "You don’t see it, do you?"

You tilted your head, challenging him. "See what?"

"You think you’re different from your father. That you’re smarter than him, better. But you’re making the same mistake. You’re letting a man who was made to kill whisper sweet things in your ear, and you’re pretending he won’t turn on you when the time comes."

A slow smile curled your lips, sharp and cruel. "Oh, Matty. The difference between my father and me is that I don’t pretend he won’t. I just plan for when he does."

Matt’s expression darkened. "Then you know how this ends."

You reached for your drink again, raising it slightly. "Everything ends, Matthew. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it while it lasts."

Dex was waiting for you when you got back to your apartment. Sitting on your couch like he belonged there, a knife in his hands, flipping it between his fingers with that eerie precision of his.

"Was he convincing?" he asked without looking up.

You let out a breath, kicking off your heels. "He’s worried about you. Thinks you’re unstable."

Dex snorted. "Takes one to know one."

You smirked, making your way toward him, settling onto his lap without hesitation. He let you, hands immediately resting against your hips, firm and possessive.

"What do you think?" he asked, voice dropping lower. "Am I unstable?"

You ran your fingers through his hair, tilting his head back just slightly. "I think you’re dangerous," you murmured. "And I think I like it."

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening. "Careful, princess. You might start sounding just like your father."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, barely a whisper of a touch. "Then it’s a good thing I never wanted to be anything else."

Dex’s breath hitched just slightly before he yanked you down into a bruising kiss, sharp and consuming, as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.

You wanted him to.

Because Matt was wrong.

You weren’t your father.

You were worse.

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[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

organized fanfic with links to chapters, for easier access (ongoing)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

Clash in the Court

The Losing Team

Start Of Something Better... or Worse?

Shadows of the Past

Not Again

Strange Thoughts

Into the Ring

Union Allies

Bitter Company

Innocent Get What They Deserve

Mixing Business

Coffee Delusions

Crack in the Walls

Back when it all made Sense

Karma is a...

Breaking rules is fun (and dangerous)

The Big Call

Unexpected Encounter

Things are about to change

Old Friends, New Beginnings

Jealousy, Jealousy

In the Blood

Smoking Day

Time is a Fragile Thing

King's Right Hand

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night

Deadly Dance

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night, pt. 2

World on Fire

I don't want to be a part of this

Grasping the Straws

Better if you Do

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 1

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 2

Man-Eater

Interlude

bad idea, right?

Poisonous Affair

Nelson v Murdock

running away is all I know

Guilty Crimes

Field Day

my world was falling apart

The ones we left behind

not the best lawyer, but a goddamn good criminal

Daredevil

All 'thanks' to the Devil

this might've been just a dream, right?

Another night in Hell's Kitchen

of first dates and men

Bang

Dogs to a Gunfight

[jamgoesart]

Nero

He existed, then he didn't. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. First a rumor, then a hero, and then gone. Just when people needed him most.

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Most didn't know where it came from or why.

We didn't know if it was a dream or a vision, but the majority feared that they had unleashed it themselves.

Because, it was the wrath that was to come.

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Death always has the last word.

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》 Liliana Torres

Santa Muerte

La Santísima Muerte

Doña Sebastiana

• ✠ •

》 Frank Castle

The Punisher

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I mean, it's not so bad, death is always there, it always will be, because in the end it gets us all, doesn't it? All of us, it's part of us, so why is everybody so horrified when they hear me say that I want to die, like it's something contagious?

[shadowbriar]

Hello, everyone!

I'm trying to get back into writing, esp with Daredevil characters in celebration of them coming back into our lives, so if you have any requests, please feel free to knock on my dm! x

[urdreamydoodles]

RED — A Matthew “Matt” Murdock One-Shot

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Additional characters: Benjamin Poindexter, Karen Page & Foggy Nelson

Description: Bullseye takes your life and Matt crosses the line.

Words: 1200

Warnings: Death

I'm still not over Daredevil: Born Again episode 1, so if I have to suffer, so do you. (Sorry)

Blood runs thick beneath the neon glow.

It spreads in slow, sluggish rivers across the pavement outside Josie’s, pooling between the cracks, sinking into the city’s bones.

Your blood.

Matt tastes it in the air before he even hears the shot. Copper and salt, dark and final, curling through Hell’s Kitchen like a whispered prayer.

He was too late.

He was too late.

—

Bullseye is laughing.

The sound is sharp, grating, unhinged—like broken glass crunching underfoot. It cuts through the chaos like a blade, slicing through screams and the scrape of bodies against asphalt.

Matt barely registers the way Karen sobs your name, the way Foggy is shouting for help, hands pressed against the wound in your stomach as if he can hold your life inside you with sheer will alone.

Because all he can hear is your heart.

Slow.

Slower.

And then—

“Matt.”

A whisper. So faint, so fragile, but you know he’ll hear you. You know he’s listening.

Matt’s breath catches in his throat.

Your voice is paper-thin, fluttering on the wind like something weightless, something slipping through his fingers.

You’re calling for him.

And he isn’t there.

—

Fury rises like bile.

Matt doesn’t remember launching himself at Bullseye. Doesn’t remember closing the distance between them, doesn’t remember the first hit, the second, the third—

Only that it isn’t enough.

Bullseye is a whirlwind, a storm of violence and precision, but Matt is rage incarnate.

Fists collide. Bones snap. The world narrows into red and black, into the taste of blood and the scent of gunpowder, into the rhythmic, shuddering falter of your pulse.

Then they’re on the rooftop, the fight crashing upward like a wildfire.

The city roars below.

Your heartbeat is a whisper.

And then—

Silence.

Matt goes still.

The world falls away, and all that is left is the absence of you.

Not just quiet—gone.

No gentle rhythm. No soft, stuttering beats. No desperate, fragile pulse clinging to life.

Just—nothing.

Like you were never there at all.

—

A sound rips from Matt’s throat.

It isn’t human.

It is pain, raw and guttural, cracked open like ribs split apart by grief.

Bullseye smirks, breathless, bruised, bloodied. He cocks his head, watching Matt with something like curiosity, like he’s studying the way grief unspools a man from the inside.

Like he’s proud.

“Why?”

Matt’s voice is hollow.

Bullseye blinks, then chuckles.

“Why not?”

And that’s it.

That’s the moment something inside Matt Murdock shatters.

The moment he stops being the man who swore never to cross that final, irreversible line.

Because there is nothing left to save.

Nothing left to protect.

Bullseye goes flying.

Matt doesn’t feel himself push. Doesn’t register the way his fingers clench, the way muscle coils and releases, the way the man who took you away disappears over the edge.

He only hears the sickening crunch when Bullseye hits the pavement below.

—

Later, Matt won’t remember walking down the stairs.

Won’t remember how he made it back to the street, how he ended up on his knees beside your body, hands trembling as they ghost over your cheek, your hair, your cooling skin.

He won’t remember how Karen sobs into Foggy’s shoulder, how the sirens wail in the distance, how the city keeps breathing while his whole world has stopped.

But he will remember the last thing you ever said to him.

How you whispered his name with your dying breath.

Because you knew.

You always knew.

That no matter where you were, no matter how far—

Matt would always be listening.

—

Hell’s Kitchen mourns in silence.

The city does not weep for the dead. It swallows them whole, buries them beneath pavement and neon, lets their names fade into the hum of traffic and the wail of sirens.

But today, the city is quiet.

Today, the sky is heavy with grief, thick with clouds that hang low over rooftops, suffocating the skyline. The air is cold, biting, heavy with the promise of rain.

It should be raining.

But it isn’t.

Not yet.

Not even the heavens dare to weep before he does.

—

Matt doesn’t sit with the others.

Karen and Foggy are there, of course—front row, dressed in black, their grief pressed into the stiff lines of their suits. Karen’s shoulders shake, her breath uneven, her fingers curled into the fabric of Foggy’s sleeve.

Foggy stares at the casket, his hands balled into fists in his lap, his jaw tight.

There are others, too. People who knew you, people who loved you, people who will carry your absence like a weight for the rest of their lives.

Matt does not join them.

He stands at the back, separate. Distant. A shadow in the rainless gray.

He tells himself it’s because of the guilt.

Because he does not deserve to sit among them, to grieve with them.

Because he was supposed to save you, and he didn’t.

Because he failed.

But the truth is worse than that.

The truth is that he cannot sit down because if he does, he will never stand up again.

—

The priest speaks in gentle, practiced tones.

Words of solace. Of peace.

Words about heaven and salvation, about a life well-lived, about love and memory and the promise of eternity.

Matt knows the verses. Knows the prayers.

Knows how to recite them in the dark, knows how to murmur them between broken ribs and bruised knuckles.

But today, they are empty.

Today, he does not listen.

Because he is listening for you.

Even now.

Even knowing you are gone.

Even knowing your heartbeat will never echo against the chambers of his mind again.

Some desperate, wounded part of him still listens.

Still hopes.

But there is only silence.

—

The wind shifts.

And then—dirt falls against the casket.

One handful. Then another.

Karen breaks. A sharp, muffled sound, buried in her hands.

Foggy swallows hard. His breath is unsteady.

More dirt. More weight. More finality.

Matt forces himself to stand still. Forces himself to breathe. Forces himself to listen to the sound of you being buried beneath the earth.

And something in him—something deep and quiet and human—begins to unravel.

—

Later, when the mourners have gone, Matt stays.

He kneels beside your grave, his hands resting on the loose soil, his fingers curling into the dirt as if he could reach through it. As if he could pull you back.

As if he could undo it.

His lips part, but no sound comes out.

Because what is there to say?

That he’s sorry? That he loves you? That he will never—never—be whole again?

That there is no justice in a world that lets someone like you die while men like him still walk free?

That he isn’t sure who he is anymore, now that he is not yours?

The words never come.

Instead, Matt does the only thing he can.

He listens.

He listens to the wind, to the distant hum of traffic, to the rustling of leaves in the cold, heavy air.

He listens to the silence where your heartbeat used to be.

And when the first drop of rain finally falls against the earth, sinking into the soil above your grave like a tear, he bows his head.

And he lets himself break.

[prince-septimus]

noise

pairing : matt murdock x reader

summary : grief and loneliness can break a person. you won't let that happen.

word count : 1.1k

warnings : spoilers for daredevil: born again.

Hell's Kitchen is loud, even at night. There's no escaping the noise no matter how many walls deep you are. It's louder on the rooftop, almost like the chill New York night air carries all the sounds to the top of the city, carrying them around the tops of the buildings.

You don't know how Matt does it - and maybe nobody does. All this noise, you're amazed he's able to stand it, but maybe he's had enough time to get used to it. You? It's overstimulating enough to make you want to turn around, get off this rooftop, and go find somewhere quieter. It's like the city doesn't know how to shut itself off.

That's why we have vigilantes, that small, usually quieter part of your brain says. All that noise down there that carries itself to the top, it's crime and pain and all sorts of other things that go bump in the night. New York is full of vigilantes and why? Because there's so much chaos that creates all this noise and the neighborhoods just don't know how to sleep.

The city is almost more alive at night than in the day, when all the creeps and haunts come out to play and hide in the darkness, waiting to attack. Even for you, there's no sense of tiredness in your body. You feel alive, and that's probably because of this city and the way it creates its residents. You never manage to escape the life Hell's Kitchen creates for you.

Maybe that's why Matt is up here, listening. You know he's given up the Daredevil moniker, deciding to fully pursue the life of a lawyer and let the law handle the bad guys. You also know that deep down, a part of him needs it - that noise - to be alive.

It's been months since Foggy was murdered, months since they charged Benjamin Poindexter and began the long process of putting him in prison. The city was safer with Dex behind bars - but only just barely.

You don't bother keeping your steps quiet as you cross the rooftop. Matt would hear you either way. Over all the sounds in the city and the chaos in his own head, he always managed to hear you.

"How's the new firm going?" you ask as you reach where he sits along the edge. Carefully, you mimic his position, looking over the city at nothing in particular.

A small smile crosses his face. He's taken his glasses off at some point before you arrived, and they sit on the concrete edge next to him. "Good. We've got plenty of new clients. Really setting a good pace."

Below you, there's sounds in an alley. It's too dark to see, but you hear faint sounds of arguing, and then slamming into trash cans. You're sure Matt can hear more, but he makes no move.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it to Foggy's funeral," you tell him, the sincerity in your apology leaking out. "I was out of town when everything happened, and couldn't make it back in time. I barely missed it."

It wasn't a lie, and Matt knew that. Your flights had been delayed and there was nothing more you could have done.

"I wish I could have been there," you add on softly.

Even with no sight, Matt's eyes show plenty of emotion. You can see the grief that crosses his features, those feelings pouring back into his body. After months, the wound was still fresh. Not just of his best friend's passing, but of what it all meant for Daredevil.

Karen had called you and told you everything. About Dex shooting Foggy, the fight in the bar, and then Matt shoving Dex off the roof to what should have been his death.

Dex had survived somehow. Karen had mentioned something about the repairs he had on his spines and his bones being reinforced, but neither of you completely understood what that meant for the man. All you knew for sure is that he had survived the fall and been arrested, while Matt was left with the grief and the regret that came with Foggy's death and his reaction.

You reach for Matt's hand, gripping it lightly. He allows you to entwine your fingers in his, letting your thumb caress his skin. "I'm sorry, Matt. That I haven't been around as much. It was hard to get in touch. Karen's kept me updated, but she warned me you might not want to talk."

Matt scoffs. "How'd you know I was here?"

The building you currently reside on belongs to the old apartment Matt lived in when he still lived in Hell's Kitchen. The giant billboard everyone complained about was still across the way, but Matt's apartment was abandoned after his decision to get out of Hell's Kitchen.

"Karen mentioned you didn't visit Hell's Kitchen anymore, but I knew that couldn't be completely true."

"Am I that easy to figure out?" Matt chuckles, squeezing your hand.

You smile. "Sometimes."

There's a lapse of silence where the two of you just sit - Matt listening to all the noise, and you staring out at the city.

Finally, you let out a sigh. "I figured you needed someone," you admit. "And I really am sorry for not coming around sooner, but it was hard."

"I felt like I had lost everybody," Matt responds, his voice cracking just a bit. "Foggy was taken from us, and then everything changed. That wasn't supposed to be how it goes."

"I know. Karen moved and I wasn't around, and nothing was the same anymore." Your hand is holding onto his tightly now, and you lessen your grip, still holding on. "I'm here now, if that counts for anything. And I plan on being here for a while. In New York, I mean. Not necessarily Hell's Kitchen."

"I don't think any of us could stay here anymore."

"Yeah," you agree. "I don't disagree with your decision to leave the Kitchen, and I think Karen had a point in moving to San Francisco too."

A pause, waiting to see how Matt reacts to that. You felt bad that Karen had wanted to leave the state completely, moving across the country, but in some grief-stridden way, you agreed with her choice. Maybe that was why you had waited and stayed away.

You knew what the decision to be made was now. To stay in New York and be by Matt's side. To give him just a of normalcy in all the changes he had made in his life. Just a bit of what he had before everything changed.

You scoot closer to Matt, pressing into his side and resting your head on his shoulder. He leans into your touch, his head moving to rest against yours.

"I'm happy you're here," he says finally.

You nod against his shoulder, knowing he can feel the movement. "Me too."

[darling-i-read-it]

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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.”

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[idyllicbunny]

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)

[why-do-i-breath]

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

Karen page

Peter Parker ( fluff / angst only)

Tom riddle / Slytherin boys

Golden trio

Weasley twins

The outsiders

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

Please request I'm begging here

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

The Ghost Between Us

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Summary: She can’t stop mourning Matt Murdock, and Dex knows it. He feels it every time she cries in his bed, every time she flinches at his name. It’s killing him. He demands the truth—if Murdock walked through the door, would she leave? She doesn’t answer. That silence tells him everything.

He heard her crying again.

Dex had never been the kind of man to wake up before her. Usually, she was the first to stir, slipping out of bed in the early hours, moving through the penthouse like a shadow. But lately?

Lately, she was breaking apart right next to him."You're thinking about him again."

Dex’s voice was low, rough, curling around her like smoke in the dim light of their bedroom.

She didn’t move. Didn’t deny it.

She swallowed. "I'm sorry."

His fingers flexed. A sharp inhale. A moment of silence, before—"Fucking hell."

His jaw clenched.

The weight of him shifted behind her. The mattress dipped. She knew he was sitting up now, running a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose the way he always did when he was trying not to break something.

Or maybe, trying not to break her.

She turned slowly, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her. His head hung low, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together like he was holding himself in place.

Like if he didn’t, he’d explode.

She propped herself up on one arm, watching him.

Watching the way she was ruining him.

Dex let out a bitter laugh. "Tell me the truth. If he walked through that door right now, would you leave?"

She didn’t answer. That silence killed him.

Dex turned his head just enough to glance at her over his shoulder, his blue eyes sharp, dangerous.

"Jesus Christ."

She pushed up fully, sitting on her knees behind him. “Dex—”

He let out a sharp breath. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

She hesitated. “I—”

Dex’s hands clenched into fists. “Say you wouldn’t.”

She swallowed. “What?”

He turned this time, fully, his expression cold but his eyes burning. "Say you wouldn't leave."

Her throat went dry.

Dex exhaled, shaking his head. “Fuck.”

"Dex."

His head snapped toward her, his whole body coiled tight, like he was ready to fight.

But the worst part?

He wasn’t angry at her. He was angry at himself. Angry that he would never be him. Angry that, even dead, Murdock still had his hands all over her. Angry that Dex could be standing right in front of her, bleeding for her, worshipping her, and still—still—she’d be reaching for a ghost.

His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. "You know what kills me the most?"

She held her breath.

Dex’s eyes were sharp, unrelenting. "If it was me—if I was the one that died—you wouldn't fucking lose sleep over it."

The words hit her like a slap.

Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

"Got it." He turned away, reaching for his jacket.

Her stomach twisted. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Dex."

He pulled his coat on, ignoring her.

She slid off the bed, stepping toward him, her fingers grazing his arm, desperate to stop him before he did something reckless. Before she lost him too.

"Don’t leave.”

Dex finally turned, but his face was unreadable. "Why not?" His voice was calm. Cold. "Not like it matters, right?"

Her throat felt tight, suffocating.

"I love you."

It came out too fast. Too raw. Too desperate.

Dex's jaw ticked. His fingers twitched at his sides.

Then, quiet, dangerous, cruel in the way only he could be: “Say it again.”

She inhaled sharply. “Dex—”

"Say it again like you mean it."

She swallowed. “I love you.”

A beat.

Then—Dex stepped closer, lowering his head, his lips just near her ear.

"Then let him go."

A fresh tear slipped down her cheek.

Dex caught it with his thumb, brushing it away before tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

"Let him go," he whispered again. "Or I will."

She grabbed his face, thumb pressing into the fat of his cheek, as if she could mold him into something safer, something that wouldn’t leave. Her touch was desperate, pleading, her breath shaking as she stared at him like he was the last solid thing in the world. She wanted to let go—she did—but the thought of Dex walking out that door, of losing him too, felt like stepping off a ledge with no bottom. "I can't," she choked out, her grip tightening. "I can't do this without you."

Dex felt it then—the full weight of her grief pressing into him through her touch, her fingers trembling against his skin like she was holding on for dear life. His anger dimmed, replaced by something heavier, something he didn’t know how to name. He could feel her pain, raw and ugly, sinking into him like an open wound.

He swallowed hard, his hands rising, framing her face like she had done to him. He searched her eyes, looking for a way out, looking for anything that wasn’t this fucking ghost between them.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” he whispered, but it wasn’t a threat. It was a plea. A broken one. “You don’t get to hold onto both of us.”

Her breath hitched, another tear slipping free. She shook her head. “I just—I don’t know how to let go.”

Dex exhaled sharply, his thumbs stroking her jaw, his forehead pressing to hers. “Then don’t.”

She stilled, barely breathing.

He pulled her in, closer, deeper, like he could replace the emptiness inside her with himself.

"Let me be enough," he murmured. "Please."

[everlastingdreams]

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):

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

Forbidden Apple series (To be posted):

Ben Poindexter x Reader : Into My Bloodstream 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

Dex x Reader Sugar Crush 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

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

[thefanficmonster]

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 💜

[1rsoldiersince2012]

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.

[kilyra]

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.

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[art-by-jas]

    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.