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[siderains]

shame we didn’t get kurt and matt together they would’ve maximized their catholic guilt joint sooo badly it would’ve change the course of the asteroid m alone

[expensivemistake]

last week you're a crime boss, this week you're a ninja. your whole life is dress-up.

[lesbiandardevil]

the fool

[brokebonewritings]

Dearest, You Said

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Language, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: You and Matt have been friends since college. Besides Foggy, you would consider him your best friend and saying 'I love you' has always been apart of your vocabulary. When did the lines start to blur, and when did your best friend become so attractive?

Word Count: 2.3K

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A/N: Welcome to my first songfic series! Each one if going to be paired with a song and a lovers prompt! I really hope you enjoys these, and once it's all finished I'll start the next one. Pair this with Je t'aime by Velours Velours

You finished your third shot of the night and slammed it on the table. Both you and Foggy were in a challenge of who could handle the most alcohol. So far, he was winning.

“How are you already on your fifth shot, Fog?” You laid your head on the table in defeat. The coolness of the wood felt nice on your face.

“Just admit you’re too much of a lightweight and this can all end.” He quipped back

“In your dreams!” You say grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another shot.

Throwing your head back, the whiskey burns the back of your throat. As you recover you notice Matt walking in with Karen.

“Matty! Karen! Y’all made it!” You wrap your arm around Foggy’s shoulder. “Fog and I were just testing our endurance.”

Karen giggles as they approach the table, and you notice Matt giving one of his famous half smiles.

“Yeah right! More like I’m about to win $100!” Foggy says. You groan as you throw the freshly poured shot back. Holding back the sudden tears in your eyes, you pull out your wallet and hand it to Foggy. Triumphantly, he grabs it and opens it up. Only stopping when he realizes there’s nothing in it.

“What’s wrong, Fog?” Matt says with a smile plastered on his face. Foggy stares as he holds up a small paper that clearly states ‘IOU’.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” He groans. Laughter erupts from the rest of the table. 

You knew in the beginning that he would win the challenge. The prank wasn’t even your idea, it was Matt’s. Both of you planned it out as you sat on his kitchen counter watching him go over some paperwork the previous day.

“Okay okay, here is your payment sir.” You say as you pull a bill out of your pocket. He snatches it from your hand with a ‘thank you’ still shaking his head.

“So how was the interview today?” You turn to Karen with a smile.

“Oh you know, It would have been great if the woman talked to Matt and not me the entire time.” She sighed and looked over at Matt.

“Still?” You gasped “Next time you really should let me come, you know I’ll put them in their place!”

“As much as I love how protective you are,” Matt started “I think I had it under control.”

You flushed at his comment. Both of you had been friends since the first day of college. Well probably not the very first day, but it was sometime around then.

Being protective of Matt was something that came very natural to you. Oftentimes, people didn’t understand that being blind didn’t equal being deaf.  So naturally they would talk louder, or not speak directly to him.

“I’m sure you did.” You huffed looking at the empty shot glass. “Anybody need another drink?”

“Oh I certainly do after beating your ass!” Foggy piped up, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him. 

“Fine, Karen? Matt?” You look towards them.

“I’m good at the moment.” Matt states with a smile.

“I’ll actually join you!” Karen grabbed her purse before getting up.

You both make your way to the bar, before settling on two barstools. Josie comes to greet you both, and you order your drinks with a smile. Karen chats about her day at the office, and some recent cases they were allowed to talk about. You listen attentively and pay for all three drinks once Josie returns. 

Not that you meant to, but you absentmindedly kept looking towards Matt at the bar table. Zoning out everything around you including Karen.

“Hey!” She snaps her fingers in front of your face. “How long are you gonna keep staring at him?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, before turning towards her. “What did you say?”

“I said, You've been staring at Matt for like five minutes, what’s up with that?” She smirked.

“Oh,” You blush and put a few bills in the tip jar. “Nothing, just lost in thought.”

“Yeah I can tell.” She says grabbing her drink. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

Turning bright red, you shush her. Not that anyone around them was listening, but you know that someone potentially was. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grabbing yours and Foggy’s drink you both head back to the little table. Setting the drinks down, you take a seat next to Matt. He turns his head towards you, and you try your best to ignore him.

Foggy clears his throat which causes both you and Matt to turn your heads towards him.

“I really should be going after this drink. Got an early morning tomorrow.” He says and smiles.

“Oh Foggy, I knew it would get to you sooner or later.” You giggle. In return he throws the drink you had just bought him back, and gives you a wink. 

“Oh, y/n, I can go all night baby.”

“Yeah right! In your dreams!” Both you and Karen say, laughing. He shakes his head and grabs his coat.

“See you all tomorrow.” He says before leaving.

“Yeah I think I’m gonna head out too, gotta date with my bed.” Karen says innocently before getting up.

“Oh so you’re gonna leave me here with him?” You draw sarcastically. Matt pretends to be offended by this.

“Please don’t leave me with her. She’s crazy” He stage whispers that last part.

“Yeah…” She winks at you. “Have fun!” 

After Karen leaves, it’s just the both of you. The silence is deafening between the both of you. You look up towards him and begin to play with your glass as he takes a drink from his own. Feeling incredibly awkward and incredibly sober now, you muster up the courage to start a new conversation.

“So how’s Father Lantom?” You try to start a conversation. He smiles and sighs at your effort.

“You don’t want to talk about what Karen had said?” He questions.

You knew it! He was eavesdropping, and your gut feeling had been correct. Sure sometimes you had your doubts, but you could always count on Matt listening in on conversations he deemed interesting.

“You heard all that, did you?” 

“Of course, considering it’s something I'm quite good at.”

His lips pulled up into a smile, he really was an attractive man. There was nothing about him that seemed to be a red flag unless you counted the vigilante shit. Ever since you had met him though he was gentle, funny, and… well just himself.

“Common, let me walk you home.” He offers.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

He laughs at your response and shakes his head. You never noticed the crinkle of his smiling eyes until right this second. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you shake your head to get rid of the thought.

“y/n? You alright?”

“I’m fine, Matty! Let’s go!” You say, getting up out of your seat. 

Matt stands with you and grabs his cane. Once the both of you were suited up in your coats, he took hold of  your arm and you led him out of the bar. It was a very cold night, and you could feel the shiver that ran through his body once you both stepped outside.

Walking down the street you chatted about current life. How your family was doing, and your recent findings at work. Being an archivist, you were able to entertain him with your stories of artifacts, and your newest assistant.

You realize that you ranted long enough once you see your apartment building come into view. Matt had moved his arm so that you wrapped yours around his upper arm, like the true gentleman he was.

“So I guess this is me.” You say as he walks you into your lobby.

“I guess it is.” He stops to turn towards you

He stands there for a moment awkwardly. Goodbyes were always the weirdest for the both of you. Like you never knew when you would see each other again. He clears his throat before giving a brief goodbye.

“I love you, Matty. Get home safe!” You speak up. Watching him turn and pull his lips into a slight smile.

“I love you too, y/n”

With that, he leaves. You rush upstairs to watch him walk down the street from your window. You always hated seeing him go. It was like you never wanted him to leave.

That was the problem though. You wanted him constantly, all for yourself. The thought of him belonging to another hurt. When did it become like this though, you hadn’t really thought about how long you truly like him.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a text reminding him of the birthday present you had forgotten to give him. You always wrote texts like a letter. He had found it amusing once in college, and it just became your guy’s thing. 

You set your phone down on the counter, and began your nightly routine. It wasn’t until an hour later that you picked your phone up and saw a text from Matt. Wait… what?

Matt M. 12:43

So I’m Dearest now?

You 1:57

Dearest Matthew,

What could you ever be talking about?

With Love,

Y/n

Matt M. 1:59

You said  ‘My Dearest, Matthew’. Please don’t stop on my account, it was cute.

Had you really called him that? Maybe you didn’t mean to. 

Looking back at your first text you realize that you had definitely put a comma after the word Dearest. Flushing about the mistake you text him a quick message about heading to bed before heading to your room. It was easy for you to overthink things that should be honest mistakes.

He called you cute for crying out loud. How were you supposed to drift to sleep knowing he thought the situation was cute. Setting your phone on the nightstand, you climb into bed and try to make yourself comfortable. You don’t remember your last thought before drifting off to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You jump awake at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking around, you notice it’s still dark outside. Sighing you get up and head into the living room where you know the masked man was waiting at your window. You open up the window to your fire escape and watch as he climbs in.

“You know at this point I’m gonna just leave it unlocked.” You say as you rub your tired eyes.

“That would defeat the purpose of keeping bad people away.” 

“How do I know that you’re not bad, Matty?”

Turning to face him, you see that he has already shed his mask and set it on your side table. You gasp as you see the bruise forming on his cheekbone, and the blood coming off his swollen lip. He grimaces after hearing the noise you just made.

“Jesus, Matt… What happened.”

“Don’t know, some guy… was robbing a woman. He really got me bad, huh?” 

He turns his head up to face you. You never could stand it when he got hurt. So you took up some first aid classes after you had found out about his little hobby. Grabbing your first aid kit from under your sink and a pack of ice, you turn to aid your vigilante.

You slowly start to clean off his lip, and examine it to see if stitches were needed. Nothing too serious seemed to have happened so you gave him the ice for his face and guided him to sit on the couch.

Once you feel that he is taken care of, you head to the kitchen and pour him a glass of water. Too distracted by the task you don’t notice him get up and follow behind you.

“Can we please talk about the conversation you and Karen had earlier?”

You jump at the sound of his rough voice. He looked so seriously at you. It must have really been bothering him throughout the night.

“What is there to talk about?” 

“Don’t play coy, y/n, I know you like me.”

He stepped towards you, trapping you against the sink. You look up in shock to see his gaze was on you. Getting nervous, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. How can this man make you feel this way? You really didn’t understand.

“Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks at the sound of that pet name. Matt had never called you anything like that before. Yet you couldn’t help but dream of him calling you that more often. Clearing your throat, you finally decide to speak up.

“Okay! Yes, I like you! A lot, Matt.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know…” You quietly defeat. 

You feel his hand rest on your waist. Rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Looking up at him, you notice his cheeks are slowly starting to pinken.

“Do… you like me in the same way?” You ask. Not that you wanted to know the negative answer, but the closure would be nice.

“I do.” 

Watching him swallow hard on the confession, you slide your hands up his arms and rest them on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat was comforting. I guess you finally understand what that felt like.

“What do we do now?”

“Y/n…”

“Matt?”

Instead of responding right away, he leans in close and whispers softly against your lips.

“I love you.”

You smile before replying.

“I love you too.”

Closing the gap, goosebumps rise on your arms as he kisses you. Never in your adult years would you think Matt Murdock would be kissing you. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like you were both reuniting after a long time apart. 

Time passed by slowly before you noticed him pull away. You open your eyes to see his were  still closed, and a shuddering sigh falling from his lips. This was bliss, and maybe it would stay yours for the rest of your life.

“Matty.”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

[soulofapatrick]

I Would Wait Forever - Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have been friends forever and one night, after mutual pining, Matt takes a risk

Words: 3k

Warnings: none 

Y/N’s POV

I’m jolted awake by the sound of the front door shutting, a dark figure moving around almost silently as if he was trying not to wake me, masking being put down. Matt’s back from being Hell Kitchen’s vigilant, the famous Daredevil. We’ve been best friends for years so of course I worked it out quickly. Well, let’s just say Matt forgot to his suit somewhere other than his wardrobe that I constantly raid as his hoodies are so soft and fluff so of course I’m gonna steal them. 

I gather my thoughts, trying to steady my heart after waking from a nightmare and I can’t stop the small flutter in my chest as Matt steps into the moonlight streaming through his floor to ceiling windows. He looks exhausted, his suit torn and bloodstained and he practically collapses into the couch, head falling to my shoulder. My heart rate skyrockets and I’m groaning as he’s laughing, soft and warm before pressing a kiss to my shoulder where my shirt has slipped down. His lips feel like a spark of electricity, causing me to shiver as his lips ghost my skin. My mind is racing as if try to savour the feeling, storing it away for a future moment. 

We’ve always had a close relationship, but lately it feels like something has changed. There have been moments I’ve caught him looking at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. I know he can’t see me in the way but it makes me feel like he’s looking straight into my soul and it has made it hard to keep my feelings in check as I don’t want to ruin our friendship by confessing how I feel. I reach up, running my hands through his fluffy hair as I ask, “Rough night?” Trying to keep my voice steady. 

He nods, letting out a sigh, breath ghosting my neck, “It’s never easy out there,” His voice is low and gravelly as he speaks, “But I can’t just sit back and let those bastards run rampant.”

I understand his drive to fight for justice but the thought of him getting hurt or worse, losing him, makes me want to stop him leaving every night. I know I should tell him how I feel about him but I’m losing him in anyway so I just stuff those feelings to the back of my mind and focus on being there for him as a friend, “You want me to run you a bath?”He’s nodding, moving his head from my shoulder so I can stand and he holds his arms out with a pout of his lips as his deep chocolate eyes are on my face but slightly too far up for him to not be blind. It makes me laugh how cute he can be as I take his hands and pull him to his feet even though he can very well do it himself. 

I head to the bathroom to run the bath, knowing he’ll go to his bedroom to grab some clean clothes and a towel so I barely bat an eyelid when I hear him moving around while I turn the faucet on and get the temperature just right. Matt uses echolocation of sorts to sense his surrounding, listening intently as to how sounds bounce off objects and from that he’s able to paint a pretty accurate picture every time. He’s more than capable of sorting himself out due to this but I like doing this for him, being able to show him how much he means to me with my actions and I know he doesn’t mind it either. 

As the bath fills I can hear Matt making his way towards the bathroom so I put some of those sweetly scented bath salts into the water, watching them sparkle and shimmer before disappearing and giving the bathroom a faintly cherry smell. Fuck it smells so good, cherry being one of my favourite scents. I’m turning the taps off when the bathroom door creaks and Matt is hovering there, a change of clothes and towel in his hands and he’s in nothing but a pair of boxers, making my mouth dry at the sight of him. His toned muscles and defined abs are on full display, thick thighs making me swallow hard before I’m clearing my throat and composing myself because what the fuck am I doing? A flush spreads across my cheeks as I force myself to look away, not helping when I steal another quick glance as he is so goddamn attractive and seeing him practically naked does things to my body that I can’t ignore. 

I’m clearing my throat again, moving aside so he can enter the bathroom as I say, “It’s ready for you,” My voice coming out a little breathless and there’s a shit eating grin on those pretty lips, “I’ll just uh… I’ll be in the kitchen.” I’m nodding more to myself that him before I quickly turn and speed walk out of the bathroom, back to the kitchen where I put the kettle on needing a coffee. The bathroom door is sliding closed behind me and I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath. Seeing Matt practically naked always leaves me feeling a little flustered and it’s harder to hide my feeling for him, as if he’s being affectionate and all those accidental touches weren’t so accidental. No, of course I’m just overthinking and overanalysing all of this, my heart seeing what my heart wants. 

The sound of the kettle bubbling interrupts my thoughts and I prepare myself a mug of coffee, adding two sugars and a splash of milk plus a little caramel sauce that Matt keeps here for me. As I take a sip I can feel the warmth spreading through me, calming my nerves and clearing my mind. The time flashing on the clock has me groaning as it’s almost five am and the sun is starting to rise and I should be in bed but making sure Matt’s not dead is more important. I can’t sleep until I’m sure he’s safe, hence why I let myself into his apartment and fell asleep on his couch. His couch is looking rather comfy again as sleepiness clouds my mind a little. 

As I walk to the sofa I can hear the faint sound of water splashing and Matt humming to himself, drawing a smile from me as I know he’s relaxing after a long night of being the hero Hells Kitchen didn’t’t know it needed. I settle on the couch and grab my book, trying to distract myself and pass the time until Matt’s done. But, of course, my mind keeps wandering back to Matt and how he is so special to me. I can’t help but think about how much I care about him, how much he means to me and how much it hurts to see him come back battered and bruised. I don’t think he feels the same way so I keep it all to myself, wondering what it would be like to be with him, holding him close and kiss him. 

I’m vaguely aware of the book slipping from my hands and my head falling back to the arm of the chair as my eyes are slipping shut, the thought of Matt being mine on my mind. The sound of the bathroom door waking me suddenly and Matt’s silhouette appears in the doorway, hair damp and skin glistening in the morning light. He looks undoubtably ethereal, rather quite the opposite of his vigilant persona. He’s smiling at me still on the couch, book on the floor now and I’m letting my head fall back on the couch, watching as he runs a hand through his damn hair, leaving it sticking up in odd directions as he speaks, “Hey,” His voice soft as he makes his way over to me, “That was exactly what I needed.” He leans down and places a kiss to my forehead, causing my heart to try take up skipping as a hobby, “And now what I need is you in bed with me so we can get some sleep before Foggy or Karen comes yelling in about…” He pretends to look at a watch on his wrist as if he would be able to see one if he wasn’t blind, “Four hours.” 

Before I can make any response he’s leaning down again and scooping me up, throwing me over his shoulder with a shriek from me. As he carries me to his bedroom I can feel the strength of the his muscles beneath my body, his back and shoulders are broad and defined and I can feel the firmness of his biceps as he effortlessly carries me. It’s no surprise that he’s able to move with such ease, even as a blind man. He’s trained to navigate the world using other senses, his body honed for strength and agility. He’s throwing me don into the soft mattress, a laugh rumbling his chest when I let out a yelp. 

His bedroom is simple yet elegant, with dark wooden furniture and navy blue bedding, the walls are a light grey with a few pieces of artwork hanging here and there. They’re my favourite shade of grey, Matt having made me pick the exact shade of grey as if he knew I’d be here a lot. The smug bastard. The bed is large and inviting with plush pillows and a soft comforter that looks like it would be prefect place to spend the rest of the day so I’m shimmying out of my sweatpants and before I can reach under my shirt to undo my bra nimble fingers are there, breath warm against my neck, sending shivers and goosebumps after the brush of his fingers. His touch is gentle yet confident, moving away too soon so I can slip my bra off under my shirt before laying back in the soft bed. 

Matt is joining me, the bed dipping behind me and I can’t not wonder if this is what other best friends do. Do they share beds? Do they cuddle like Matt is doing now, calloused hands finding my hips and pulling me back into his chest. He settles, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, sends waves of comfort and security over me. His breath tickles the back of my neck as he whispers, “What’s on your mind? You’ve been deep in thought since I got back.” 

“Just thinking about life, ya know?” I reply, trying to keep my tone light, “The usual stuff really.” 

Matt’s grip on my hips tightens slight and I feel him press a soft kiss to the back of my neck, “Hmmm, what about life?” He has to be teasing me, there’s a small smile as his lips are pressed against my shoulder as he raises himself on one elbow to look in my general direction. I take a deep breath, unsure if I should share my thoughts with him, even if he has always been my confidante and safe space. 

“I… I don’t know Matty,” I say, voice barely above a whisper, “"Sometimes I just feel like I'm stuck. Like I'm not really living, just going through the motions. Do you ever feel like that?”

His hand moves from my hip, tracing soothing circles over my stomach and it’s a little ticklish and he knows it with the smile pressed into my shoulder before he replies, “Yeah, I know what you mean,” His voice is just as quiet as mine, “But you know what they say, life is what you make it. Maybe we just need to shake things up a bit, try something new.” Try something new… I turn my head to look up at him, his face only inches from mine and the way the light from the bedside lamp is hitting his face… I’m shaking my head, trying to clear my not so best friend thoughts about Matt as he doesn’t feel the same for me. No way he does, but he’s moving closer, voice low and rough, “I could try something new with you.” 

I freeze, my heart hammering in my chest as Matt’s words sink in. Did he actually say that? My mind racing with a hundred thoughts and questions but I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence as much as I try so I’m being stupid and turning my head away from him, trying to hide the blush that’s spreading across my cheeks. He seems to sense my hesitation and pulls back slightly, hand still resting on my stomach, “Hey lovely, it’s okay,” He speaks softly, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

With that he’s going to move away but I’m reaching up, fingers finding the stray tufts of his very fluffy hair at the nape of his neck as I roll onto my back so he’s hovering over me. My hand moving to his face, fingers gently tracing over his features and he lets me. I take int he strong lines of his jaw, the slight stubble that has started to grow and the way his cheekbones seem to be carved from marble. His nose is straight and prominent, giving him a rugged and masculine look and his eyebrows are thick and wee defined. But it’s his eyes that I always get lost in, a mixture of cognac and chocolate that seems to change depending on his mood but they’re always so warm and inviting when he’s facing me. Then there are his lips, full and soft looking with just a hint of a smile playing at the corners as he kisses the pads of my fingers when they trail over them. 

This small action breaks my resolve and I’m suddenly grabbing his jaw, surging up to slam my lips into a kiss that pours all the pent up emotions I’ve been feeling for him. Matt’s surprised gasp turns into a groan as he responds eagerly, arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. The warmth of his body envelops me, making me feel safe and loved, and I can't help but deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangle together in a dance that feels familiar and new at the same time, and I realise that this is what I've been wanting all along. 

We’re finally breaking apart, panting and I can see the same desire on his face as he drags his bottom lip through his teeth, “Y/N,” He’s murmuring, voice rough with emotions, “I have been waiting for you to do that for forever.” 

“You knew?” The moment is broken as I glare at him incredulously from where I’m laying below him, sinking into the soft pillows and probably looking no way as intimidating or mad as I hoped I would sound. 

Matt’s face softens and he’s moving a hand to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing gentle circles on my skin, “Of course I knew,” He replies softly, “I can hear your heartbeat remember. I just didn’t want to push you, I would have waited forever for you to be ready.” My heart swells at his words and the warmth of his hand on my cheek. All the doubts and fears that had been holding me back melt away and I’m putting pressure on the back of his neck until he gets the hint, his face breaking out into a huge smile before he’s leaning down. 

My heart flutters in anticipation, lips meeting lips and it’s better than I could ever have imagined. His lips are soft and warm, moving perfectly against mine and I can taste a hint of the peppermint toothpaste but the overwhelming taste of everything Matty is intoxicating. His hands cup my cheeks as mine tangle in his fluffy hair, pulling him as close as I can. Our bodies are pressed together and I can feel the warmth and strength above me, his body fitting perfectly above mine and I can’t get enough of him. The kiss deepening, hands starting to roam and explore. 

His hands move down my sides, feeling the dip of my hips before he’s gripping them and pulling me closer. I’m running my fingers over his back feeling every ripple and dip of his muscles. His skin is warm and smooth, fingers running up his spine, feeling each vertebY/N and the muscles on either side as he shivers. The sensation of skin against skin combined with the passion of the moment is electric and exhilarating.  It feels like time stands still and the world around us doesn't matter anymore. We break apart for a moment, gasping for air, and our eyes meet. In that moment, I know that I want to be with him, that he's the one I've been waiting for. 

Matt leans down to kiss me again, and I can feel his smile against my lips. His hands move to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and it's like we're two puzzle pieces finally fitting together perfectly. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even more. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be with him like this. The kiss continues, and I don't want it to ever end but eventually, Matt pulls away, a small smile on his face again as he moves back to my side. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze never leaving mine. "We should try and get some sleep," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. I nod, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. As we curl up together, my head resting on his chest, I can feel his heartbeat under my ear. It's a steady, comforting rhythm, and I know that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, his heart my own lullaby drifting me to sleep within the safety of his arms and a promise of a relationship. 

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I have an idea for a deadpool x male reader fanfic, the reader confessing his love to deadpool or visa versa. Thanks!

Thank you for the idea anon! Anything to write a good, fluffy, deadpool x male!reader fic <3

Before we start I do want to make Reader a vigilante that has ice powers (Not a mutant, a failed government experiment!) because I refuse to believe a normal citizen can compete with any hero in a relationship (except maybe Pepper Pots but that's also because she's tired of Tony and has said "fuck it" to most of his shit) Also, Team red is here! (This fic feels so jumpy because i tried making this compact, if it feels off i'm very sorry anon!)

Now enjoy the fic ♡

Cold Hearted (not)

pairing: Deadpool x male!reader

tags: fluff, confessions, Wade is a little dumb but we love him, Little angst but thats just self doubts, meet-cute, Team Red tired of Yours and Wade's pining, Slight OOC (sorry wade!), Vigilante!Reader, Wade's inner voices is a little shit,

What happens when you bring a absolutely fucked up assassin, a family of unstable heroes wearing mostly red suits, a vigilante with ice powers, and a whole lot of feelings? Thats right, absolute chaos.

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This just in; famous assassin and insane person, Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, has fallen in love!

That could be heard ringing in Wade's ear as he stops to a halt in front of 'Nelson, Murdock and Page's doorstep. He's in his civvies; an indigo hoodie pulled under his cap and is supporting a drug dealer type of mystery. Though that didn't stop the drop-dead gorgeous man that was perched on the edge of Karen's desk to come up and greet him, his hands outstretched. 

It takes a second for Wade to come back online, his inner monologue kicking him in the back and shouting Shake his hand you dumbass! for him to recuperate. He grins, the charming grin he uses to get his way with villains—that usually doesn't work—and shakes the man's hand. He notes the softness of it and a tinge of chill from the tips of his fingers.

"Wade Wilson," Should we say deadpool? No you fuck, he's clearly just a dude stopping by Matt's place. Yeah, a very pretty dude.

Wade gulps as he hears the slight shake in his voice, only for the angel to smile and chuckle. 

"Hi Wade," His eyes shine as he introduces himself, his name is a word that will definitely be bouncing in his head for the next few weeks. When the man lets go of his hand he's suddenly self-conscious of his always-changing skin and shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets. What?! We've always worn this body like a drag costume! Don't suddenly pussy out you dick.

"Wade, what brings you here," Matt emerges from his office, supporting his red glasses but leaving his jacket on his office chair. He could probably hear our fucking drum band of a heartbeat, shit.

"Was looking for Petey, you've seen him?" 

"What, you can't reach him?" Matt adjusts his frames.

"He probably put his phone on silent, he does that when he's studying," The Greek god pops in, and he's already assuming his earlier position on Karen's desk, legs crossed. 

"You know Peter?"

"Yeah, Parker right? We go to MIT together," He nods, another blinding grin. How many times is he gonna that? I don't know but I think we might need those glasses from Matt.

"Last I've heard he's with his friends doing homework in some cafe downtown, I can give you the address if you'd like," 

Wade tries to shrug and play it cool—he really does—but his hand brushes with you when he hands his phone, sending a sting down his spine that makes his breath cut slightly. Matt cocks his head at that, at which Wade prays he won't bring it up on their patrol tonight.

"Here," You gave his phone back. "Shouldn't be far," 

"Thanks, cutie," Slip up!

A blush makes its way up your neck to your cheeks, making you look away with a chuckle. Nevermind! I meant to say that, yup.

Wade says his leave to the group, noting the nudging grin on the side of Matt's lips, before he slides out of the office building and into the afternoon of Hell's kitchen. When he secures his hat, his phone buzzes from his pocket. A text pops up on his notification bar.

'Cutie huh? Is it fair if I set your contacts as 'gorgeous' then?'

Uh oh he's swooning, prepare to hit the wall in three… two…

Bless his healing factor or else he might've gotten a concussion from the way he swayed into the nearest wall and fell against it, a hand gripping his phone tightly while the other gripped over his heart. It feels like a thousand tree shredders decided to get to work simultaneously inside his stomach. He sighs, shaky fingers trying to reply to your text.

'Only fair if I get to set yours as 'fallen angel' ;)'

'Sure, Wade,' Blushing emoji at the end of his text. Blushing emoji?! What?! Really?! Are we that good? Obviously, we are.

The smile on his face won't drop, not when he passes a bunch of kids and they gawk at him weirdly, not when he narrowly avoids a splash of dirty puddle to his jeans, not when some douche tried to attack him and drag him to a dingy alleyway; him clearly winning the fight, not even when he enters the Cafe, filled with college students that desperately needs sleep and is living off of caffeine, and he slips next to Peter.

"Are those…" The hero peers under Wade's cap. "What's with the heart eyes, Wade?"

"Just allergies, webs,"

—

A couple of weeks after Wade meets you, he comes by to your patrols almost every night. How he found out your hero identity was… embarrassing, to say the least.

—

"You couldn't feel his unnatural body heat?" 

"I'm not The Professor Matt! For all I know he was one those types of people who refuse to wear blankets even if their fingers are falling off from the AC," 

Wade is stuffing his face with Pringles while Matt is nibbling on a lone chip. Midnight accompanies the two as they sit on a roof, having finished their first shift of patrol. Wade has freed his mouth to eat and talk. 

"Sure, but the blue eyes? Strikingly Blue, might I add,"

"How in the mother fuck did you-"

"Foggy described it to me, he actually realized faster than you, Wade," At that, Wade deflates into the edge of the roof. Way to go, nuts for brains!

"Though, I do have to admit," Matt reaches for another chip. "He plays his civilian role very well," He grins.

"I was almost fooled if it weren't for the ice coursing through his veins, its like icicles stabbing at red patties," 

Wade wonders how a blood cell would look like impaled before he huffs, reaching into the can to chew on potato chips again. There was a moment of silence before Matt perked up. And they call me mouth for brains.

"Your heartbeat increased when he came by earlier,"

"Okay devil baby, shut up," He groans. "Can't you see I'm trying to Thanos snap myself here?"

Matt hums, before he chokes on his chip then laughs loudly. It shocked Wade enough to make him sit up, staring at Matt like he was wearing an underwear over his head. His laughing dies, before it starts again and this time he wipes a nonexistent tear.

"Ah, so-" He stifles a chuckle. "So you like him,"

"No shit Sherlock, took your sweet time to deduce that, didn't ya'?"

Wade surrendered faster because he knew Matt would've found out an hour after he met. The vigilante is still laughing, supporting a smug grin when he finally finishes.

They continue their patrol shift until Peter changes with Matt, Wade going with the hero. Apparently, Peter had also known about his crush's secret identity, wow!

"He goes by Frostbite, by the way. Told me when I found him bleeding near a trash can behind my apartment," Peter says nonchalantly as he jumps to another roof. Wade could've stopped right then and there with the image of his angel lying helplessly on the concrete floor, no doubt dirtier than a Taco Bell toilet. But he paces with Peter, jumping and hurdling without worry, while he does mental gymnastics inside.

"I can trust you with his name though, right?"

"Oh my gosh, webs! It's like we haven't been friends for years now! Remember, I'm the one who introduced you to the X-Men!" Wade retorts, landing on another roof.

"Actually, it was Colossus who gave me the tour- never mind," Peter sighs, Wade calls it a win. They continue to traverse the city quietly before Peter chirps. Seriously, what's with us being quiet? Is this because of the prince charming?

"If you ever wanna meet him in his hero form, don't spook him, please,"

"What? Of course I wouldn't, I'll just meet him on patrol and strike up a conversation like any normal human being would!" Except you aren't normal, dumbass.

Wade only hears the distant hum Peter gives as an answer, and they continue on their patrol. However…

A night later Wade gets information that his vigilante crush is going to bust the remaining goons of Wilson Fisk that were hanging around an abandoned warehouse—Seriously, what's with all these dirty mucky places? couldn't have chosen a better establishment, geez.

He had sneaked from the shattered roof and dropped into the second floor, balancing on creaky wood as he made his way to a hole in the floor, bits of wood prickling at the sides of the circle. Underneath, Wade spots the mussed hair of his crush, facing away from him. Must be doing those moody monologues like Matt used to.

"Hey! Over here cutie!" He turns swiftly and Wade couldn't do anything before he's pulled roughly through the too-small hole on the floor, breaking the wood from the sheer force, making a couple of those jutting planks stab him. He lands on the concrete floor with a loud thump and groans. He spots you retracting your weapon, before familiarity hits you.

"Deadpool?!" He rushes over, turning the assassin over, hands quickly roaming around to find his wounds, only for them to close just as you spot them.

"Hey…" He tries again. "I knew that was you,"

His crush abruptly stands, dagger placed dangerously close to Wade's neck, his voice as cold as icebergs. "What are you talking about?" He pushes the sharp weapon, it glints under the moonlight.

"Who sent you?"

"Hey, hey!" Wade tugs his mask off, revealing all of his face. "It's me! Wade!" There goes the secret identity.

If Wade squints, he's sure he could see a loading circle above your head, before you jump back and land on your ass, mouth dropped to the floor, eyes wide.

"Wade?! What the FUCK!" 

"Yeah- Yes, I know, sorry-"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Slow down swiper, I'm not a part of that soccer balls plans," 

You huff from where you've landed, hand fiddling the edge of your dark blue mask. You slowly stand, arms following to cross on your chest, an eyebrow raised. Wade sighs on the floor, reaches for his mask and slips it on.

"I got info from webs that you'd be here, and well," He scratches his nape. "What better way to get to know you more than to meet you!"

"On duty?" Fuck.

"Okay buddy, you're making it sound like I spoiled your surprise- Which! I didn't, you know," He turns to his surroundings once. "Great job on the sculptures by the way,"

"Thanks, it's an original," You grin. Wade makes an amused huff and approaches one, the sharp edges of the ice spikes covered in red, and runs his finger on it. 

"So… Elsa?" 

"Excuse me?"

"Frozen? only the second best-animated film, losing to the Bee Movie,"

When Wade turns around, he finds his angel shaking, his shoulder squished to his body. He was about to reach out when he burst out, laughing, holding his stomach as he doubles over. We're pretty sure what we said was factual, does he like Frozen more than The Bee Movie?

"Holy shit, Wade," He tries to inhale. "What-" And laughs again. 

Wade only stood there, basking in the echoing sweet laughs of his crush, his angel. The way a prominent hue of red follows down from his cheeks, hidden under his mask, to his neckline. His eyes squint, radiating pure glee and Wade drinks it like he's dehydrated. He really is stunning. Enough to make us shut up.

Eventually, he stops and collects himself, huffing one last chuckle before he straightens. 

"What am I gonna do with you," He sighs. His word makes those damn tree shredders run again in Wade's stomach, his hindbrain wagging its tail from the fondness that leaks from his words.

He turns to exit the building, before glancing at Wade then extends his hands. "Come on, the night's still young,"

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Weeks passed and your relationship with Wade grew. You've learned that he prefers to snuggle on a rainy day and would not budge without his mask. You learned he likes chimichangas, and went on your first 'date' with him—You're too embarrassed to call it a date while there's still nothing going on with you two—to the food truck that sells the best in town. You've learned that he had an ex, who died horribly—Vanessa was her name, Wade showed you her picture—And from what Wade told you, you wished you would've known her before everything. You've learned how he became Deadpool, things he went through that would make a man crumble, while your heart grows in size, enough to fit Wade in if he ever wants to. 

In turn, Wade has also learned a lot about you, even his inner monologues like you. Sure we do, it's not like we can't hate the sunshine in front of us. 

He's learned about your favorite places to have fun, to relax, to let out pent-up anger. He's learned how you prefer your drinks, how cold you want the room to be. He's learned about your favorite animal, taking notes to send pictures of them every morning. He's learned how you became the way you are; your powers weren't mutations, not like what he thought it was, but a failed government experiment. He learned that they tossed you out the second your power did not manifest, even though it took you surviving a week of fever for the ice cells to merge with your blood cells. 

"So do you really go to MIT?"

"Fuck, I wish. I'm as dumb as a pigeon,"

"Oh don't try to out dumb me, frozone, this head of mine," He knocks his head with his knuckles, then whispers, "Is run solely on hamster power," It makes you guffaws, Wade preens from it.

Apparently, Peter was the first person to find you off the vigilante mask. It didn't hit him with a wave of jealousy, Of course not, that'd be embarrassing… Right? We're not jealous of webs, right?

And so the two of you continued that way, patrolling together each night, you fulfilling Wade's dream and making him snowcones after patrols, crashing at Wade's place because even though it's messy it's way bigger than yours, waking up side by side on his king sized bed before immediately blushing from how close you are to Wade's serene face. It went on and on, flirting off duty every day—At which Matt scoffs and Peter groans—Helping the firm with cases, hanging on web hammocks with Pete, and doing grocery runs with the assassin. You and Wade were perfect like that, and you didn't feel the need to change what's happening currently. 

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Until one night.

It was a successful bust. A drug chain as deep as the Atlantic Ocean has just been uncovered thanks to Team Red and Frostbite. It only took one stray detail for it all to crumble down and for the team to swoop in and clean up. They all came out of the fight relatively okay—Wade might've lost a chunk of his hip and Matt got some broken ribs but hey that's just another night busting bad guys, right?—And had decided to crash in Matt's apartment since he was the closest. 

The four of you all collapsed once Matt made sure his apartment was secured and locked tight. Peter quickly divests himself of his suit and stands in the kitchen with Hello Kitty pajama pants and a shirt, fixing himself a drink. Matt disappeared into his bathroom, a steady sound of water streaming indicating a shower. While Wade had landed on the plush couch on his back, mask pulled up to his nose.

You stood in the middle of the room, finally took your battered armor off and scattered them somewhere in a pile. You huff, looking around, before settling down on top of Wade's relaxed chest.

"Ouch, watch the cuts snowman," You only chuckle and nuzzle deeper into the assassin's chest, knowing he meant no bite.

"Hm, sorry," His hand has started drawing circles on your back, soothing the most likely strained muscle somewhere in your middle. The room was lit solely by the billboard outside, most of the lights in the room remained off. Despite Wade's erratic beats, it calms your nerves as you feel the adrenaline dying inside your body, aches and bruises starting to make their presence known, but the man beneath you kept a steady breath, his hand now playing with your locks while the other held you just above your tailbone. 

"Hey," Wade's voice washes over you like a deep timbre, his hand now cupping your nape. You inhaled sharply, before meeting the assassin with a smirk. 

"Hi," You answered, watching a wound beneath Wade's eye heal, before meeting his eyes, black engulfs his usual deep blues. 

You could feel his breath, inches away from your lips. With the way you're laying on him, it only took a slight push from his hand to brush his lips against yours, and you gulp. Wade drifted towards your lips for a second, before back to your gaze, but you licked your lips and grin instead, making the man inhale sharply. 

"Oh my god!" You and Wade shoot apart, eyes darted to an annoyed Peter meter away, his hands flown over his head in disbelief. "Just kiss already!"

"It's been a year since you two met and you clearly," He swallows, and huffs. "Clearly you two like each other,"

"Peter's right," Matt walks out from his room, glasses nowhere to be seen. "I mean, I could practically hear the growing arousal from you two,"

"Ugh! okay, gross, but also, like Matt said!" The lawyer nods.

Your face reds, quickly shoving yourself off of Wade and stumbles to a stand. The man sits up on his elbows, his face confused while his blues has a slight shake to it. 

'Not again, not now.' Your heart races.

Hey! Frosty has an inner voice too! Zip it sir-talks-a-lot this is some serious shit, it's like when the protagonist finds out he murdered his family in cold blood instead of his ex!

The next thing you know you've dashed to the top of Matt's stairs, bursting through the doors, the rush of cold midnight air didn't deter you from pushing the doors close, blocking them with stray bricks on the roof, running to the edge, trying to regain your breath. 

You've cocooned yourself in ice at the corner of the roof, blocked off from the outside. Your breath has finally even out, despite the storm inside your head. You don't hate Wade, god, you love him! But how can someone so bright and funny and caring find someone like you interesting?

Someone has some shit to sort out! Alright, time to bust out the big guns.

You perk when you hear heavy footsteps approaching you, before it stops. Familiar red and black boots stands in front of your little opening. 

"Hey baby," 

'Stop,' You tried to vocalize, only managing to burst out ice spikes from your palm into the floor.

"Can you come out of there? I can't exactly talk to a snowglobe," 

Breathing a ragged sigh, you ease your powers to let the ice melt around you. 

Holy shit it's like those fancy desserts where the chocolate ball melts away to something sweet!

"Wow," Wade breathes, you realize he's only wearing a white fitted shirt with his suit pants. It makes your face burn. "It's like opening a Christmas present,"

"Wade," You groan, feeling the last of your shield melt away. He sits himself next to you, enough that your shoulders touch. 

"Listen, angel," He begins.

"I'm not the best with these sappy talks and all, but what I do know, is that friends don't just storm off," Wade bumps into your shoulder, making you scoff.

"Unless, there's something they're hiding," 

"Come on Wade," You stand abruptly. "It's like you can't read the room!" 

"I can!"

"Then do it, read the room." You crossed your arms, a sense of Deja vu flashes. 

"Sure! I know that you clearly have a crush on me," 

"Exactly!"

Hold on, what?!

you huff, sitting down then burying your head into your knees, your eyes anywhere but Wade's face. "I like you, Wade, so much it hurts!" 

"You're great and caring! You're creative, always got a joke to lift up any sour mood, not to mention you're never boring to talk to!" A smile forces its way to your lips. It quivers slightly. 

"And so are you," 

the silence rings. 

Wade—Careful, caring Wade—Scoots closer, brings your hands to his, running a calloused thumb over your knuckles. "Babe, I love you too," he starts.

"I don't know what you see in this shit hole mug, but those nice things you said about me," He pauses, steadying a hand to cup your cheek. "Those are true for you too,"

"Honestly I don't know which forgiving god blessed me to meet you," You laugh wetly. "But I'm glad I did," Smooth talker Wade Wilson here!

You grin, holding Wade's hand that's soothing the tears streaming down your face. You grin, at which Wade smiles softly, his dark blues as if asking permission. Unable to hold the burning feeling coiling within you, you closed the gap between you and Wade's lips.

It's soft, experimental, before your hand pulls Wade's nape closer, deepening the kiss, just slightly. He hums and it buzzes through you, you sigh in contentment.

When you two part, Wade's eyes are blown in both shock and relief somehow, he grins dopely. It makes you laugh, you hold yourself against him, your head dropping to his chest. 

"I love you, Wade," You breathe, inhaling the scent of musk and grime, something acidic within Wade's body, but that smell brings you peace, calms your ramming heart. His hand finds your middle, the other soothing down your locks. He presses to your crown, the sensation makes you breathe out a soft sigh.

"I love you too baby," 

"Now let's get back inside before Matt complains about the leaking on top of his laundry room," The realization makes you red. Wade laughs along with you.

Walking together into the warmth of the apartment; you take note to apologize to Matt for the drip the aftermath of your powers caused, and to cuddle together with Wade once the night pulls the group enough to sleep. 

Happy ending, woo!

[slytherheign]

MIDNIGHT RAIN | matt murdock

PAIRING: matt murdock x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: you got what you wanted, a life in the spotlight as a famous singer. but at what cost?

WARNINGS: breakup, insecurities, and mentions of bruises. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. dedicated to @writingstoraes, thanks for requesting a matt fic inspired by midnight rain.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO BACK TO THE STATION. CLICK HERE FOR ALL THINGS MIDNIGHT RAIN (reviews, commentary, etc. about this fic).

It was nearing midnight.

The television crackled while the pouring rain decided to dance along with the ticking hands of the clock.

Matt had an exhausting day. Left battered and littered with bruises, his couch desperately called his body to lie on it.

He chuckled, continuing to make the sandwich he was hoping would be enough to ease his hunger. It was moments like this where he missed having someone else in his apartment. Someone else who cared for him even more than he cared for himself. Someone like you. You. Just you. He missed you.

He remembered how different it was when he still had you. He could fight thousands of men and still wouldn’t feel any sign of exhaustion because at the end of the day he knew he would be coming back home to you.

Today was different, though. Today, he was exhausted.

He opened the fridge, feeling the light it emitted even in the absence of his vision. He intended to grab the pack of ham only to find out he had none. Sighing, he closed it shut and got ready to go to the nearest convenience store that was still open.

Again, he remembered you. The fridge was always full when you still regarded his apartment as your home. You had a hobby of going grocery shopping every Saturday night, sometimes with him but most times just by yourself. Granted, you had to dress yourself up with some sort of disguise to keep off the press, but you didn’t mind. You loved going to the grocery, always having a list to guide you through what and what not to buy.

“An empty fridge is an empty home.” That was what you always told him. He had never felt that sentence to be more accurate than it was before until now. You were right, you were always right. But you forgot to tell him one thing, though. And he’s angry at you for it. You didn’t tell him, or at least even warned him, that it didn’t matter if the fridge was full, because a home would still be empty if you weren’t in it.

The trip to the grocery store went by rather quickly. He got what he wanted, smiled at the old woman behind the counter even though he wasn’t feeling it, and then headed back to his apartment.

He noticed that the television still played as he opened the door. He must’ve forgotten to turn it off before leaving. He didn’t care. He went inside, heading straight to the kitchen while allowing the television to play in his background. The Tonight Show was live, the host said something about someone performing a new song later but he paid it no mind.

He placed the grocery bag atop the kitchen counter, grabbing the ham to put it on the chopping board. He opened the plastic covering and started slicing them carefully. “Not too thick, not too thin, just in between,” he murmured, smiling as he found himself repeating the same exact words you said when you once taught him how to make your ‘special’ sandwich.

That was when he heard it.

His little moment of nostalgia was interrupted by a voice singing on the television screen. He gripped the handle of the knife tightly. Too tight that it was starting to hurt his hand.

He knew that voice all too well.

He could recognize it anywhere.

He could never forget it.

The voice of an angel.

You.

It was nearing midnight.

You sat in the room designated for you, waiting for your cue to start performing. You stared at the clock just beside the door, anxiously waiting for the hands to point at the number 12. Because the moment it does, your new single would be out for the whole world to listen to.

“Midnight Rain” was what you named it. It was for all the sleepless nights spent thinking about the reasons why you had to let go of the love of your life, and for all the sacrifices that must be made for the best of both parties. Based on your most recent and most painful breakup that happened on a rainy midnight.

Matt Murdock was a wish came true for you. A handsome lawyer who truly cared for his clients. A loyal, charming, and thoughtful lover. He was everything you ever wanted and more.

But even without the sense of sight, you knew the spotlight you carried everywhere was too blinding for him.

He was secretive, you knew he carried a secret he was never comfortable sharing but you never forced him. And although you trusted him a lot, it was that reason that mainly injured your healthy relationship.

He liked to keep it laid back. Whenever you two were out and you see a glimpse of paparazzi incoming, he would apologize and move slightly away from you. He also changed the topic whenever you brought up that you wanted to announce your relationship in public. You only confronted him once, and it was the night you broke things off.

Some people say that differences made relationships stronger. You begged to differ.

Matt was the most wholesome person you’ve ever known. Secretive, yes, but wholesome nonetheless. He was the embodiment of sunshine. A bright force against this dark world. That was why when you were together, you felt guilty and selfish because you were holding him back from what he really deserved. You always wanted to make your own name. You knew you were made for a life in the spotlight and he wasn’t.

Compared to his sunshine, you were midnight rain.

“Y/N, you’re up!” you heard someone yell. You glanced at the clock once again—both hands pointing at number 12. It was time to sing the song.

It was midnight.

Matt knew because of the sound his clock made whenever it struck 12. The rain continued and the clock kept moving, but he didn’t. He tried to shift his focus back on making his sandwich but your voice was too beautiful not to pay attention to.

Your voice was a dangerous ocean. And God, he was drowning.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Were you singing about him?

He was never one to assume, but in case the lyrics were really about him, he would tell you that not every lyric was true.

You were perfect. A wish came true for him. The most gorgeous woman to ever step on earth. A talented singer with a heart of gold. A goddess in human form. You were everything he ever wanted and more.

It was true. He never liked the spotlight. Call it natural instincts or an unusual ability to sense danger, but whenever he would see a camera heading towards you, his first thought would be to step away and hide. He found comfort in shadows, in hiding behind his mask—but that’s a story for another time.

He was secretive, that he can admit. He never told you anything about Daredevil. You only knew the lawyer that was Matt Murdock but never his other persona. He was a liar. He knew you were starting to have your suspicions, so he found himself lying over and over again to keep you from knowing.

His secrets were the main reason your relationship ended. He knew that you regarded your relationship as healthy but for him it never was. He was lying almost every day at your face. Saying things like he needed a “really long time” to ponder over a client’s case when the truth was he was fighting crime on the streets. Hell, he even rented another apartment you knew nothing about so he could stay there when he had a lot of obvious bruises.

He felt guilty. Selfish, even. You had told him everything about you. Each joy and heartbreak, he knew about it. But you never knew and would never know everything about him.

When you once confronted him about why he didn’t want to publicly announce your relationship, he admitted that he sometimes felt insecure about being blind and that a star like you deserved better than a blind man. And even though you had reassured him countless times that you didn’t care about his condition, it was an insecurity he couldn’t help and control. Whether it was his insecurities or his secrets, he concluded he was not the best for you.

He lied that midnight when everything broke, he told you he wanted it comfortable and laid back. The truth was his life would never be comfortable. But he had to say it to push you into ending the relationship because he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it by himself.

If anything, you were the sunshine, and he was the midnight rain.

A tear slipped from his eye at the same time you finished singing. He sighed sadly, slightly smiling for a moment before deciding to put the food away in the fridge. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

Regrets were eating him up. All the what-ifs and what could’ve been. He swore he could feel the huge LED screen from outside his apartment laughing at his current state. But he couldn’t do anything.

Midnight rains had never felt lonely until now.

He just wished you knew one thing. That he would never like the spotlight but he wouldn’t mind it as long as he was with you. And when someone would ask him where his bride was, he would say that she was making her own name.

Maybe someday, the midnight rains would turn into bright mornings and sunny days.

Maybe someday, he could finally reveal his secrets.

Maybe there was still a chance for starting over again.

But then again, an angel was never meant for a devil.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 1803 (chapter 5)

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? UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY

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5. Not Again

"Morning." is the first thing you hear when the doors of your office are pushed open and the receptionist Hailey steps inside with a stack of folders.

You lift up your head from the journal you've been reading - home decor one - and slowly put it aside, watching Hailey approach your table. "Morning to you as well."

She puts the stack and one folder almost drops on your coffee cup. "Boss said you get to choose 2 and the rest go to the 2nd floor." By second floor she meant the newbies that Hogarth just hired, 3 men, all ruthless and just begging to be bribed.

"Oh, that's how it is. I thought I was gonna get a day off after my win." You mutter under your breath, but perhaps this was not as silent as you thought, because you hear Hailey let out a chuckle.

"You know boss, it's most likely she's in a bad mood. And, congratulations on the win, finally you beat those goons Nelson and Murdock." Hailey smiles and turns on her heel to leave. "Bring them later to the second floor. Bye."

Hailey leaves, failing to catch the sour expression on your face. Why does everyone in this firm hate Nelson and Murdock so much? They were really friendly, especially outside the court, which is the main difference between them and all the other lawyers - the others didn't separate their work and personal life, or were dicks both in court and outside of it.

Shaking your head, you open the first folder, turning up the volume of the news and notice something odd - Sargent Mahoney on the screen.

"This morning we received an anonymous message about a possible drug place, that illegally sells drugs in Hell's Kitchen. We organized an operation during which we found newly brought bags of cocaine and weed, and arrested four men in the scene. All of them are known to the police and have been arrested on multiple occasions, mostly for stealing and harassment. We have started the investigation of where the drugs came from and who were the buyers." Mahoney stops talking and the reporter turns the microphone away, on screen appear four photos and you recognize one, although pretty beat up.

"Holy shit." You exclaim. That was the guy who punched Matt outside of Josie's. Who beat him up like that? Who cares, he got what he deserved. Couple of thoughts begin swarming in your head but you push them aside, at least until the end of the day, now you had work.

The news talk about the inflation and the economic situation of the country which you don't care about, it's always been shit.

Opening the first folder you skim the 1st page - nothing special, assault, both pretty beat up, high hospital bills. The second was divorce, wife wants the house and kids, husband doesn't want to let go of that 10-room huge house. You huff - rich people. Third one was more interesting. 16 year old athelete hurt himself during the preparation for tournament on school's grounds, while using more than 10 year old school's equipment. Currently he's being hospitalized, with shattered knee and 2 broken fingers. His mother is suing the school but latter refuses to communicate and denies that it's their fault.

"Now that's interesting." You sip your coffee and turn off the news, typing the school in the system. "Famous for its volleyball team, 2 time state champions, hm, a carate club, 2 black belts, a newly opened boxing club. Interesting you are, Trinity School, interesting." You murmur to yourself, getting out of the reading trance when your coffee ends. "Okay that's one. What else should I take? What else?" You flip through the remaining three folders, stopping on the last one. "Another divorce case. Can't people just talk shit out without lawyers?" You sigh and flip through pages and notice a familiar name - your high school friend, Sally. "Filed divorce papers 3 months ago, husband Walter, 20 years older, claims that he still loves her, and even suggests that he will pay for the lawyer expenses if she doesn't divorce him. Oh, people these days. What has gotten into Sally anyway? So stupid to marry someone who's almost fifty." You debate on calling her, and that athlete, but decide to call that poor boy's mother first, Sally can wait.

Putting the two folders aside, you grab the rest, mentally preparing yourself for the 2nd floor idiots.

In the elevator you wait for it to reach number 2. Doors open and you step out onto the freshly cleaned floor and walk quickly walk towards the combined office. Upon hearing your heels, three men turn in the direction of the door and you see one already smiling.

"Morning, fellas. Hogarth gave you some cases, good luck." You say in a cold tone and drop the folders on one of their tables, already turning to leave, when the guy closest to you, catches your wrist.

"Hey, hey, what's the hurry, sweetie? Picked out the best ones for yourself, huh?"

"Yes, Todd, I did, and I think I earned a possibility to do so." You try to pull away but his grip tightens.

"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you out. Maybe we could go to that new restaurant, what do you say? Just as a thank you. For the cases." Todd nods his head at the folders, letting go of your wrist. The other two stare at the scene, focused on your next words.

"Oh, Todd, I have a rule actually." You pause, leaning towards him, Todd raises his eyebrows, waiting for your response. "Not dating colleagues. Sorry." You fake a solemn expression and turn to leave again, failing to hear Mike's next words.

"Told you she's a bitch. That receptionist was easier to get in bed. This one pretends she belongs to a higher rank."

"It's all because of that fucking billboard." Todd opens the first folder and scoffs, "that's the reason we're not getting normal cases, now everyone wants to hire us for their nonsense."

"Another divorce?" Adam asks, reminding those two of his existence.

"Yep. And you're the one who gets it, sinner." Todd throws the folder and nearly hits Adam's laptop.

"Dude, watch it!"

"Alright, alright, let's get to work, gentlemen. Who's next on the screwing list?"

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After lunch, you organize a visit to the hospital, and write Sally a letter that you want to talk to her until the end of this week.

By the time clock strikes four, you're already out of the firm. No one ever complained about you leaving early, because sometimes you stayed up until the midnight, scaring the cleaning lady.

Dropping the bag on the passengers seat, you debate on going to a cafe. Finally, a part of you wins, although you still think that it's not what you should be doing at all.

You should be driving home, and not stopping on the other side of the street, right in front Matt's office. And you should definitely not be bringing coffees. And definitely not climbing upstairs. Cursing yourself, you stop in front of the glass doors and knock twice, hoping that no one answers.

Foggy enthusiastically opens the door and stops for a moment, almost freezing.

"Hey, Mr Nelson." You smile a little, gripping the drink carrier.

"HI, please, come in." He quickly steps aside, politely closing the door behind you.

"Who is it, Foggy?" Matt asks, perfectly knowing that it's you. He had heard you muttering "what am I doing" and "stupid" right before you reached their doors.

"It's me, Murdock." You follow Matt's voice, into the other room and find him brushing his fingers on a piece of paper in front of him.

"Y/n?" He asks confused and pushes the paper aside. "What do I owe you for this unexpected visit?"

"I was gonna ask the same. The work day isn't over. Business?" Foggy comes inside as well, gesturing for you to sit down.

"No, not really. I brought coffee. Thought you need it to freshen up a little." You smile, handing Matt his cup, feeling the warmth of his fingers when they briefly brush along yours.

"So, what's the occasion?" Foggy nods when you give him a cup.

"I was just passing by and thought I might go and visit. Have you heard about that drug dealer arrest?" You take a sip of hot coffee and almost burn your tongue.

"No, what happened?" Matt asks, hiding his smirk.

"Well, one of them awarded Matt with this prize" you point at his still a little swollen lip, "when he stepped between me and that bald guy. Although I saw a picture of him on TV, and boy, someone beat the shit out of him."

"Oh, so THAT'S what happened, Matt's been telling me that he accidentally walked into the corner of the office." Foggy says, with an obviously disappointed face.

"Well, I didn't want to brag." Matt interjects, feeling the pressure in the room.

"Yeah, yeah." Foggy laughs. Phone starts ringing next door and he excuses himself, leaving you and Matt alone.

"So, why did you really come here?" Matt smiles a little.

"To tell you the news. Brought the coffee as a thank you. But don't expect such niceness from me again." You sip again, trying to get comfortable on the chair.

"Okay, got it, I would write a reminder in my notebook but, you know." He points to his eyes and laughs a little.

"It's a nice office. Decent one. With a little renovation it would start to look like a real lawyer firm." You look around, noticing boxes in the corner, it's obvious they still haven't packed out.

"Yeah, maybe 10 years later we could afford such thing. How's your work going?" Matt turns the talk on you again. Money problems and the office are two pains in his heart.

"Good, good. I'm thinking of taking a pretty big case soon."

"Oh, really? How big?"

"Probably big enough for it to be on the news." You sigh.

"You don't sound so happy." Matt puts his elbows on the table, thus leaning closer to you.

"Not everyone desires to be live streamed, Murdock. It's enough my damn face is in Manhattan." You feel yourself getting defensive, and breathe in, hoping to stop whatever is rising in you.

"Hey, Matty, I think we'll have a case." Foggy returns, joyous.

"Oh, what's the case?" You interject before Matt opens his mouth.

"Husband Walter wants our help, so that his wife doesn't leave him." Foggy says, noticing your sour expression and frowns.

"You've got to be shitting me." You grit out, almost losing your calmness.

"No, please don't say-" Matt begins, while Foggy catches up on what's going on.

"Is it-... Are you-?"

"See you in court, gentlemen." You stand up, and leave without saying anything else. You'll have the whole court session to talk.

[enfysandember]

Charlie Cox Matt Murdock you will always be famous

[godvmurdock]

matt murdock drawn tiny you will always be famous

[soft-girl-musings]

20 Fanfic Questions

ty for the tag @virtie333, sorry for the delay!

How many works do you have on AO3?

7, so far!

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

17,707 (that number makes me unreasonably happy)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently: Moon Knight (2022) previously: The Arcana (dating sim, pre-Dorian butchering), The Hobbit franchise (I'd like to continue this one tbh!!) potentially: the Lokiverse (mans has been in too much), Spiderverse

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

An Unexpected Proposition (Kili x Fem!Reader - 43 kudos) Strawberry Cordial (Muriel x Apprentice OC - 37 kudos) Last Night (Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader - 26 kudos) Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Sized Fem!Reader - 17 kudos) Unfamiliar Territory (Muriel x Apprentice OC - 15 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY, it makes me happy to do so. I love telling writers how I feel about their works (all good things i promise). and i love when folks take the leap and share their feedback.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh golly, technically Frankincense & Myrrh (The Arcana, Muriel x Apprentice OC). bc it's 1) unfinished and 2) will deal with a lot of the post-resurrection trauma Tamar (my Apprentice) will go through. it'll still be fluffy and more comfort than hurt if i ever get back into it, but man i really miss seeing her go through it.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'd have to say Perks of Being a Wallflower! no angst, just insecurity leading up to the ending lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm not popular enough to attract the haters

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

i don't <3

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i feel like the closest thing to a crossover i'd attempt is something in the mcu, since every major event affects everything else in some way

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

great heavens i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

not in the strictest sense of the word. but in the future, i plan on crediting the folks i share hcs and thots with, they've had a huge hand in shaping the world of my stories.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

the only thing that comes to mind is Matt Murdock x Claire Temple but i 1) have not finished Daredevil and 2) fully respect her for distancing herself from that disaster boy

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Frankincense & Myrrh - the Arcana fandom was spiraling when i entered in 2020, and while i love all the research and outlining i did for that story, it would take a lot for me to dive back into the game/lore to flesh out that story. Tamar Ufam you will always be famous to me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd have to say dialogue and my attempts to make the stakes believable

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

(actually writing lol) in all seriousness, taking the time to string together the little story pearls i come up with. i burn myself out sometimes and end up not writing anything.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i enjoy seeing it! what i don't like is people going "lol no hate on my google translate spanish/whatever language" (mostly when the language is poorly applied) bc we not only have the technology/better websites to use, but real people online willing to assist with translating/contextualizing. if you're going to do it, give it its due diligence. fingers crossed i can follow my own directive on that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cats the Musical. I don't want to talk about it.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

published: tie between Last Night and Perks of Being A Wallflower. the first 2 fics i've published for my new fave Jake, and i see a lot of myself in Reader. these two will always be near and dear to my heart. unpublished: Relic to Relic (Loki x Fem!OC), outlining that story got me through my junior year of high school. while i'd need to rework some aspects of my OC's arc/abilities, i wouldn't mind writing for these two again.

tagging @cchickki @hon3yboy @mrs-lockley if you'd like to brag on yourselves!!

[readerhead]

All along

summary: he was the worst that had happened to you, right? (part 2 of "the fella over there", but you can read it independently)

pairing: Matt Murdock × fem!reader

warnings: drinking but none really I think

word count: 3.4k

a/n: first of all thank you so much for love you gave my first fic! I'm really excited, it has almost 100 notes and it feels surreal. I really enjoyed making it and I hope y'all liked it at least as much as you liked the first part. Not gonna lie, I'm a little afraid of ruining it by making a second part, but hey! I'm posting it anyways. This took me longer than expected but here I am. Also, sorry if there's any legal inaccuracy, I'm more of science girl :)

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"Karen, please, entertain Matt. I need to make a call." she nodded and got up straight to Matt's office. They were working on a case and Foggy knew that Matt wouldn't like that he was calling you for help. He hated feeling like he was betraying his best friend but they really need you so he searched for you in his contacts. 

"Hey Foggy Bear, how's it going?" you loved to call him by the nickname Marci gave him when they were together. It wasn't that funny but his reaction would always be hilarious. 

"Ugh. You know I hate it." 

"That's the main point of doing it." you laughed. "Uh, you aren't complaining, what do you need my help for this time?" 

"What? No-" his high-pitched voice gave him away. "Shit, alright... I might need your advice in a legal case" 

"Uuuh. Now that's interesting. What's about?" you were intrigued. 

"Some health insurance issue" 

"Sounds fun. Fuck-" you had to go back to your work, a mouse just escaped from its cage. "See you at six at your office, I'll bring dinner." Foggy was going to warn you that Matt would be there too, but you hang up. 

You trapped that slippery mouse successfully, maybe if you ask the now broken flask that was in your way it wouldn't use that word but it was an object, it doesn't have an opinion. You finished your work and went to the Thai place you loved. You ordered more than enough food because you thought that maybe the new secretary they had hired not so long ago would be there. You took the food and began your way to your best friend's office. In the meantime, Foggy tried to convince Matt to leave the office but he was being so suspicious about it that Matt stayed out of curiosity. They were arguing about it when they heard a knock on the door and in that moment he recognized your heartbeat. 

"Damn, Foggy. Her? You know she doesn't stand me." Matt sighed and closed his eyes while rubbing his forehead. 

"You don't make it easier for her, you're always bothering her." Foggy tried to reason. 

"Yeah, because every single time I tried to be nice to her, she didn't care and made the most bitter comment. So now at I least have some fun about it." 

"You know it wasn't always like that" and just before Matt could say anything Karen opened the door. 

"Hi! You must be Karen." she knew you were coming, Foggy told her about you. "Foggy told me a lot about you. He was right when he said you were pretty." you smiled at her and she returned it with a light blush in her cheeks. 

"Yes, that would be me. I suppose you are the famous college friend who taught him how to comb his hair." you laugh at the memory of Foggy's appearance when you met. 

"We had almost the same length of hair back then." in that moment he stepped out of Matt's office. 

"Stop mocking about my old look, we have serious work to do." you couldn't help it. You ran towards him and hugged him, he was almost like a brother to you despite being your best friend's ex. When you finished, you smacked his shoulder. He was beyond confused but not surprised. 

"You don't have any type of shame. You only call me to meet when you need my help. You'll have to invite me to that horrible eel liquor so I can forgive you." 

"What about you help us and then we go to Josie's?" 

"Dea-" just when you were about to settle the agreement Matt entered the room. "Shit." you spat that word almost inaudible. "Foggy didn't we talk about this?" you whispered to him. 

"About what?" Matt asked. 

"That every time we met in the office you wouldn't be here." Foggy just couldn't lie to Matt, could he? 

"Oh, so her being here is normal?" he sounded more in disbelief than offended. Karen was watching curiously the uncomfortable scene develop. 

"Relax, Murdock. I only spat in your mug twice, the other times Foggy was watching." 

"I was talking to him." he hissed. 

"Sometimes?" Foggy tried. "I don't know. She is my friend and I want her to see our accomplishments, like having our own office." 

"Enough of the chit-chat. It's his office too, of course if I came it was a matter of time that I came across him. I just hoped it lasted longer." you were well aware that they were not only best friends but also associates, you knew this was coming sooner than later. "So Foggy, show me the files, we have work to do. He can join if he is able to be in the same room as me, it's his case too after all." you entered the conference room before letting Matt a chance to talk and Karen followed suit. Foggy went to his office for the documents. 

"You can come if you behave." 

"I'm not a dog, Foggy." Matt groaned. 

"Well, they have good hearing and smell." Foggy pointed out before entering the room where Karen was filling you up about the case while you spread all the take-out. 

"So the insurance company has sued them for fraud? What fraud can a medium-low class family of Hell's Kitchen commit?" you were asking just when the guys walked through the door. 

"The company says that our clients are not related and they are using the family insurance because it's cheaper." Foggy explained while giving you the files. 

"And I suppose you already searched for every document confirming that the father is the legal guardian." The ones that caught your attention were their medical records. 

"Yes, and we have them. But we need to know what's the proof of said accusations to build the case." you break the chopsticks to eat while you read the files. 

"Oh fuck, that surgery isn't cheap, they really need this." you said when you saw that the father needed an aortic valve replacement. 

"Thanks for stating the obvious." 

"You're welcome, Murdock. I knew you needed it." he could be the best with the flirty comebacks but with the poisoned ones he would never beat you. 

"Hey guys, no fights." Foggy warned. "Just make some kind of truce for tonight." 

"Ugh, alright. I brought enough food for the four of us so I guess you can have some." 

"He would love some, he loves that Thai place." Foggy interrupted before Matt could have the chance to speak. You were upset with yourself for having the same taste as him. 

"Thanks" he muttered like a scolded child. 

"Did they tell you that he was his biological son?" you asked when you started reading de son's record. You had already read the parent's files and all the insurance papers. 

"They didn't use that word but they were very graphic about his birth's story." Foggy grimace at the memory. "Why?" 

"Well, then those are some fucked up news to give." 

"What happened? Did you find something?" Karen asked. 

"Do any of you remember anything about basic genetics?" their looks were as if you were talking in Chinese. 

"Like dominant genes?" Karen tried. 

"Tell us what you found." Matt was getting frustrated. 

"A 'please' wouldn't kill you." you murmured "The son's blood type is AB, so his parents would have to be A, B or AB." 

"I'm assuming they aren't, right?" Matt was the first to understand your line of thoughts. 

"Both 0. Either they lied to you or the hospital changed their baby." 

"They didn't." how could he be so sure? Not like he was he a human lie detector or something.

"So when we win the case, we can sue the hospital, too." Karen was pretty excited, after all if their clients received that money they would be the first to pay that month. Or year. 

"So does that mean celebration? I really need that drink you owe me." 

"We haven't finished the case." of course Mr. Grumpy would have something to say. 

"Come on, man! We had been all week in this case, I think it can wait another day." Foggy put his puppy eyes but it was impossible that Matt knew that. 

"No problem, if he wants it so bad he can stay here." Matt's jaw tensing didn't go unnoticed by you but you didn't mind. You got up to pick up the remains of the take-out and threw it in the trash.

"Actually, I wanna go." your smile dropped a little, you hoped he wouldn't come and he smiled knowingly. Bastard. 

You took your purse while the others were archiving the files. The four of you headed to Josie's, you were talking to Karen while the boys were behind. You grew very fond of her, she was a very sweet woman but the fire of bravery clearly escaping her eyes. When you arrived at the place, Foggy wasted no time to go and get the drinks. You spent all the time catching up with Foggy and getting to know Karen better. You were a few drinks in when the conversation took a strange turn. 

"What do you think of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen?" Karen asked. The boys were now focused on your reaction, you would have noticed it if there wasn't alcohol in your organism.

"Oh I actually like him. And he's hot." you took another sip. "You know all that whole altruism vibe is attractive as hell. And I don't know, all the guys I've liked always have some big red flag, guess his are his anger issues." Foggy was laughing too hard but you didn't care.

"And if he was someone like Matt?" where did that question come from? Surely it was just Foggy trying to mess with you.

"How can Daredevil be blind?" you were kind of confused.

"No, I mean if his personality was like Matt's." you let an understanding sound.

"He wouldn't Matt so I guess it would be alright. I mean, I'm sure the two Ds don't stand for Daredevil… More like 'dat dic-"

"Fine, we heard enough." Foggy cut you, Karen was laughing out loud and you could see Matt trying to hide how funny he found your answer. Weird. He usually would make some comment on how ordinary it was.

"Why? You don't like him?"

"I like him. But you're making me nauseous."

"I'm going for the next round." Matt got up and headed to the bar counter but the smile didn't leave his face, it amused him that much?

"So what's the problem between you two?" curiosity was one of her most obvious characteristics.

"Always so straightforward, blondie?" you had a habit of giving people nicknames after knowing them for a short time.

"I just like the truth." she shrugged. 

"Right." you stopped to think how you could tell the story. "I don't hate him, it's just that I see his face and I can't help getting upset."

"It wasn't always like that." Foggy continued. "The first night they met they slept together." Karen gasped, she evidently didn't expect that. You punched him in your mind.

"You're making it sound like we had sex!" you rubbed your temples. "We just cuddled." Foggy looked at you as saying 'if you don't tell her I will'. "And we might have made out" you say loud enough so they could hear you and try to avoid the scarlet in your cheeks. 

"Now all makes sense!" you looked at her confused while taking a sip. "All that back and forth is accumulated sexual tension!" the liquor almost came out of your nose.

"Are you crazy?"

"I think she's right. If it hadn't been for Eve you two would had fucked and probably be in a relationship right now." the expression on your face was as if you thought that an alien with a Norwegian accent giving birth on your couch made more sense.

"Who's Eve?"

"It's the nickname she gave Matt's ex. Her name was Elektra and their relationship was kinda… toxic. She was pretty reckless. And him being catholic just made it the perfect nickname." probably Karen was discovering more stuff about the boys in one night with you than in all the months she knew them.

"So you're mad at him because he chose her?"

"What? No. In any case, I'm sulky because after a week of spending one of the best nights of my life at that moment he was fucking one of my best friends. Not like I cared about that but instead of making another friend I lost one. I didn't even want a partner, I just thought we connected in some way"

"Is that true?" you froze in your place, afraid to turn around. He had to be there, could it be more cliche? What's next? Josie was going to start singing about how she lost the love of her life for fear. You could see the apologetical looks on Foggy and Karen's faces. He said your name and this time you turned around.

"Oh, hi Murdock! Didn't see you. I was just messing around with my new friend." it couldn't have sounded more awkward and anyone could tell that you were lying. You couldn't read his face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Just curious? What the hell was he thinking?

"Was that true?" he repeated, leaving the drinks at the table. 

"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of answering."

"Don't be childish."

"It is not, it's law related. I'm abiding by the fifth amendment." you cross your arms in your chest.

"Karen, I'll take you home." you heard Foggy and saw them going in your peripheral sight.

"Why did you start this bicker when you didn't want to?" 

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't gaslight me. Is it because you were jealous of Elektra? I thought she told me that you were mad about some boy you had a fling or something." 

"You're kinda stupid for a summa cum laude." you whispered under your breath.

"Cut the bullshit and explain something." he raised his voice.

"I fucking liked you, Matthew!" you finally exploded, now all eyes in the room were looking at your direction.

"What?" his brows frowned.

"God! You were the guy, I just never told her about you and she liked you so I wasn't going to ruin my friend's happiness by being selfish."

"So it was better treating me like shit?"

"It wasn't fair but it was the easiest. She was possessive so if she thought I hated you she wouldn't get mad at me."

"So you never hated me? Then why do you keep the act?" the sound that left your mouth seemed like a laugh.

"Because now I do. I really hate you. Not only you had to make me think that not every boy was going to treat me as shit like my stupid ex did, but you also have to take one of my best friends from me. I suffered because of you." a tear of helplessness slipped down your face until it reached your chin. "And the fucking worst? You were fucking oblivious to everything." you took your bag and left the bar.

"Are you blaming me for falling for Elektra after you started treating me like shit? I didn't even knew you two were friends at that moment." he followed you outside, he wasn't done.

"Listen, Matt. I could have dealt with that, believe me, I did it. But I have not seen my friend since then. I ended up alone and shattered because of you. I don't wanna think how miserable I would have been if I hadn't met Foggy and Marci." your voice broke. Shit, now he would know and you just wanted to go.

"That's not fair. I wanted to go on a date with you, but the next time I saw you I was confused because you didn't even look at me. Believe me, I never wanted to do anything to hurt you." he reached for your hand and you were so focused in the conversation that you didn't even notice.

"If you weren't a flirt, she wouldn't have fallen for you and we could have gone on that date." you sighed, tired of fighting.

"I didn't even flirt with her, I was nice to her because I was in a good mood thinking of you but the next day I tried to call you and you didn't even bother to answer." in that moment you realize he was really close and your hand in his, heat making its way up your face.

"Guess now you know why." you looked away. One touch and you were all soft for him.

"I never hated you." you looked at him again. You went silent trying to organize your thoughts.

"I think I didn't either. I think I just paid all my frustrations with you." you admitted in a low voice, only for him to hear. "Should we start over?"

"Not a chance." you were very confused. "There's no way I could forget the night we met. We can start from there if you like." 

"I would love that." a wide smile appeared across your face.

"So… Can I take you to that date?"

"Now? Everything except Josie's is closed." he let out a small chuckle.

"I was thinking more about this weekend. Now I could walk you home."

"Oh, right. Yeah. Perfect." you were blushing too hard and you cursed yourself for acting like a teenager with a crush.

You two talked all the way home. Sometimes your responses were bitter commentaries out of habit, but the rest of the time it felt like that first magical night. He didn't let your hand go since he had taken it out of Josie's and you didn't want him to do it, that spark that kept you glued to him dancing years ago was now a fire, you had to assume that you could get drunk in his touch even if it was only his finger lightly tracing your arm. Right at that moment, you hated your apartment for not being more far away, but you were totally sober by then. You stopped at your door and turned to face him.

"This is mine's." How the fuck someone says goodbye to your enemy who you recently realized you liked? You were a little lost in your thoughts when he called you.

"About earlier… I mean it. I never, not even for a moment, have a trace of hate for you. In fact, it was the opposite. I liked you a lot and it hurt me thinking it was one-way." you saw his sad expression and it mixed with his low voice. In that moment, you regretted every decision you made about that situation. It wasn't your fault, but neither was his. All those miscommunications led to making it the bad time for you two. Or perhaps it was fate, so now both of you could be here, at your doorstep, pouring out your hearts to each other.

"Matt…" your hand reached his cheek, getting both of you closer and he leaned on it.

You didn't know what to say, so your body took action. You closed the space between you two with a kiss. His right hand found your waist and his left one unalced your fingers to reach for your neck, right under your ear. It was a soft kiss, kinda melancholic. Your feelings were showing through it. When his tongue made the way into your mouth, all that changed. It was the passion of all those years of waiting. If his touch was inebriating, his kisses were the definition of being high because of a bad hard drug. And you realized you were screwed, the withdrawal effects were going to be wildly unbearable. You were the first to back up, but give him a little peck before speaking. 

"You want… Um…" you were hesitant but you knew what you wanted and it was him. "get in?" You didn't know where your usual fierceness was. This was odd, but when you looked back into his eyes you knew why. You were vulnerable for him, but what really startled you was your next conclusion: you didn't care.

His response was grinning and going back to your mouth. Through the kiss you tried to find your keys and how you did it's still a mystery to you because the feeling of his lips, tongue and hands was the most deconcentrating experience you have ever had. You tried to make your way to the bedroom but the couch was closer and both of your clothes were disappearing by seconds. Maybe Karen was kinda right, maybe all that hatred was instead something else. Maybe it wasn't only sexual tension. Perhaps, it was more. Maybe and just maybe it was love all along.

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a/n: kinda feel 'The night we met' by Lord Huron fits it, idk.

[notafunkiller]

The Standard

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Fandoms: Daredevil, She-Hulk Attorney At Law, The Defenders

Summary: Matt is jealous of Jen's lock screen.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, ass discussion and grabbing

Links: AO3

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission :)

The first time Matt hears about the famous lock screen, Foggy is still at their place as all three are waiting for their food delivery. They spent the whole evening doing research for their new case. Jen was nice enough to help them, so they can finish faster.

“Whose ass is that?” Foggy asks amused all of the sudden, and the question immediately makes Matt’s attention shift from the laptop to this conversation.

“What ass?”

“I didn’t realize…” Jen’s voice is low and hesitant as she speaks. Surprised, Matt immediately senses her touching her cheeks. She always does this when she’s blushing.

What is going on? He wonders. Whose ass is making her red?

“It looks good though, don’t be embarrassed.”

“What ass?” Matt asks again since neither answered him the first time.

“Don’t worry about it.” Foggy just waves him off in response, too preoccupied with Jennifer and her phone. “So?”

“Look.”

Jen hands him the phone with a small smile and Matt listens to them giggling as if he isn’t there. “Nicee.”

“It’s Captain America after all, of course, it’s nice…”

Captain America?!

Before Matt can ask them what is going on again, he hears the delivery boy climbing the stairs.

“The food is here.”

“On it.” Jen immediately jumps, leaving Matt a kiss on his cheek on her way to the door.

He doesn’t wait for more than a couple of seconds for Jen to be gone to speak again:

“She has Captain America’s ass on her phone?”

“It’s not a nude, Matt.” Fogy rolls his eyes and puts down the phone on the table. “Oh, do you even know what a nude is?”

“Ha-ha, so funny.” He fakes laughs to emphasize his opinion about Foggy’s humor and his friend laughs. 

“It’s just her lock screen, chill.”

Her lock screen?

Matt forces himself to let the subject go when Jen comes back with their pizzas, deciding to sit on his lap and feed him.

*

The second time he hears about her lock screen is not intentional. It’s not like he gets any pleasure in listening to Jessica Jones talking to his girlfriend, but his ears catch the conversation anyway, and it ruins his mood for the rest of his night.

“Nice lock screen, Walters.”

“Thanks, it’s a nice image.”

Jen giggles when Jessica takes her phone to have a better view.

“Veryyyy nice, I would never get tired of unlocking my screen. And if I were a man, I’d be so jealous.”

“Of his ass?”

“Duh. The best ass I’ve ever seen. Juicy and round.” Matt winces at this remark and the moment Jen laughs he stops listening, trying to focus on Foggy and his complaints as his heart drops

“Jess…”

“Did I lie?”

“Well, it’s not the best for me, but I see what you mean.”

“Whose ass is the best then?” Jen takes her phone back and turns to look in the direction of Matt’s table, but he has his back turned so she can’t see him. A very nice back. “Augh, you don’t mean that asshole, do you?”

“If by asshole you mean my boyfriend, lawyer Matthew Murdock, then yep.”

“I feel like I’m gonna vomit. Stoppp.” Jessica immediately starts making vomiting sounds and Jen laughs again. “I can’t believe you saw him naked.”

“Past tense?” She takes a sip from her drink. “I see him naked ever-”

Jess not only rolls her eyes, but she also covers her mouth dramatically for a few seconds just to stop her. “Trauma for life. I love you, Walters, but if you don’t stop talking…”

“You wanted to know, not my fault.” Jen sticks her tongue out proudly. “And he truly has the best fucking ass I’ve ever seen.”

“You need to stop drinking, you’re not thinking straight.”

“That’s a lie, I haven’t even finished my cocktail.” So Jessica finishes for her in five seconds, then makes a face. “You’re really drinking this? Why do you always get the appletini, though? I get you’re getting green, but…”

“I don’t know.” Jen shrugs. Maybe because it’s the first drink Matt got for her and it became their thing. Just can’t picture a night out now without ordering it. “I just like it.”

“I’m gonna get myself more of this. I need to get super drunk after a conversation about Murdock’s ass.” Jessica jumps from her seat, going directly to the bar and Jen finds that the perfect opportunity to turn to the camera:

“So dramatic.” She giggles, sliding her index finger along the edge of her glass. “Okay, but his ass? It deserves an award. And I get to touch it whenever I want. Ha!”

*

“Why are you so silent?” He hears her asking the moment they step into the kitchen.

“I’m not silent.”

She shakes her head, heading to the fridge. “Are you okay? You haven’t had a beer all night. What’s wrong?”

He always drinks at least one. And he was silent and distracted… it felt like he wasn’t actually there.

“Nothing’s wrong. Just tired, you know it’s been a long week.”

Jen places the bottle of water on the countertop, right next to her phone, and moves her hands to his neck, massaging slowly.

“You’re quite tense.”

Beep.

“Screw this.” She hears him mumble when she checks the screen without moving.

“What?”

“What?”

“Screw what?”

“Nothing, nothing. Someone messaged you.”

Matt bites his cheek, turning around after he drinks directly from the bottle of water, and Jen drops her hands. “Yeah, Foggy wanted to see if we made it home.”

“Ihm.” He’s frowning.

Why are you frowning? 

“What’s this face, Matt? Come on, talk to me. Did I do anything to upset you tonight? Did any asshole say-”

“No, Jennifer, nothing happened.” He interrupts her categorically.

“Fine, Matthew, have it your way.” The disappointment is so loud in her voice, Matt is taken aback. “I’m not going to beg you to communicate. I’m gonna shower and then go to bed since you don’t seem in the mood for something else.”

“Wait.” He reaches for her arm as soon as he takes a step back to the entrance, pulling her back as gently as possible. He isn’t fair. She did nothing wrong, it’s not like she’s to blame for his own insecurities and feelings. “I’m sorry, it’s childish and I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re annoying me right now. We’re adults, Matt, nothing is really childish if it upsets you, so speak.” Matt can sense how concerned and upset she actually is, so he’s gonna as forward as possible.

“I… Is my ass enough?”

“What?” That is literally the last thing Jen expected him to say tonight. She thought something wrong happened with a case or his vigilante missions, that maybe someone said rude things to him. But not this.

“For your standards I mean.”

My standards?

“I don’t understand, why would you…” She pauses, realizing what’s going on. He heard Jessica and her talking about Captain America. “Jesus, Matt, is this about my lock screen?”

Jen tries not to laugh.

“Yeah, see? Totally childish.”

“So your eavesdropping is what made you so cranky?” She places a hand on his shirt, caressing the little bit of skin he’s showing with her index and middle fingers. He’s been growing his chest hair lately and she finds it really hot.

“I’m not cranky, just concerned. And I didn’t do it internationally.”

“Concerned about your ass not fitting my standard?” She giggles.

“You have Captain America’s ass as your lock screen, what am I supposed to think?”

Matt Murdock talking about Steve Rogers’ ass amuses her so much that she can’t even describe it. Only Matt can be jealous of this.

“Yeah, it’s a great ass, but that doesn’t mean yours isn’t nice.”

“Nice? I don’t want it to be just nice!” His neck and cheeks get red as he admits the other side of his problem.

“You’re really blind.” She pets his shoulder twice, laughing.

“Shocking. Very funny, Jennifer. Hilarious.”

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean. You can’t be serious right now, I swear.”

She grabs the water bottle from his arm and takes a few sips before putting it on the counter.

He can’t be seriously doubting her love for his ass. He just can’t!

The silence makes Matt change his tactic. “So you like my ass.”

“Good morningggg, I do, yep.” 

“More than Captain America’s ass?”

He doesn’t know why he asked this because he’s not sure if he wants to know the truth. And even if Jen lied to him —which is improbable knowing her—, he’d still know the truth.

“It shows you didn’t listen to the whole conversation tonight because if you did, you’d know I told Jessica that your ass is the fucking standard, Murdock.” This phrase not only melts him, it also makes him wilder as he grabs her by the neck and kisses her, almost drawing blood when he bites her lip.

“Fuck, Jen… I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She smiles. Oh, she should so continue to play with him a little, though. He’s so cute, hot, and funny like this. “I guess I’ll change my lock screen now. I wanted to do it for a while but kept forgetting about it.” 

“To what?” He asks quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“To another great ass, of course.”

“Whose ass?”

Jen doesn’t hesitate to answer with a smirk. “James Buchanan Barnes’ ass, duh.”

What. The. Fuck?! Matt feels like something hit him in the head.

“The Winter Soldier?!”

“Bucky.” She corrects him, hating that nickname. “Have you seen him in jeans? Oh, sorry, never mind, don’t answer that.” Matt gets even tenser when she continues. “He’s a smash and totally my next lock screen.”

A smash? What the fuck is a smash?

But then he realizes… “You’re teasing me.”

“Of course I am, it’s too easy.” Jen laughs, suddenly slapping his ass before grabbing it with both of her hands. “I guess I need to show you how much I love your ass more often.”

[rancidpancakebatter]

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