#she-hulk imagine

[gxthicwxrm]

Without Him- m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word Count: 784 (it's alittle drabble thing)

Warning: Angst, semi happy ending, cursing, cheating, mentions of She-Hulk(show and character)

Enjoy!!

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You did what?" Your anger is overflowing as your eyes glare a whole into the man in front of you. "Actually, I don't care. J-Just get out of my way." Keys in hand, you swiftly move towards the door of Matt's apartment with tears burning down your face. Quickly, the vigilante intercepts your path, arms reaching out to hold you as he pleads. 

"N-No, please. Let me explain. I-I don't know why I did it. But I promise it will never happen again. You mean the-" 

"Don't. Don't stand here and lie to me, Murdock. We both know this bullshit you're spewing wouldn't hold up in court and it ain't holding up here. Let me leave." With your hands on his chest, you push him back, failing epicly as Matt uses this opportunity to grab your hands, thumbs caressing your knucks in what once was a welcomed sign of affection is now like razors dragging across your skin. 

"Please! Please don't leave. It'll never happen, I swear to God. It was an accident, it didn't mean anything." Matt drops to his knees, begging with your hands in his, still. Unable to look at your lover before you,, your eyes drift to the ceiling as the neon lights slowly paint the room in different colors. You couldn't let yourself fall into this trap. He made his choice, now you have to make yours. But can you make it?

"It meant enough for you to go back to L.A. to fuck her again. At least when she found out about us, she had the decency to tell me about you two, something that you couldn't do." Anger dries your tears with the flame that erupted in you as everything crashes into place around you, making your decision perfectly clear.

"I can change. I love you! I don't care about her. It'll never happen again, just let me prove it to you. Please, give me a second chance, please. I don't want to lose you." Tears stain his owe cheeks as he faces your direction. A smile breaks out across your face as a laugh erupts from your throat, loud and hysterical. Fear settled in Matt's heart as he watched the girl he loved, the girl he fought so hard for, shatter because of him.  

"It's so funny, Matt. You spend so much time trying to save everyone around you. Frank, Claire, Karen. Foggy, Hell's Kitchen. But you couldn't even save your own relationship. You couldn't save us. And it was never Fisk or his little copycat. It was never The Hand or Elektra or any of the other criminals you swore would harm us. It was YOU! The great hero, Daredevil." Shaking your head, you refuse to let the tears welling in your eyes fall. 

"Y/N, I love you. I'm so s-"

"No. I'm tired of your excuses. You don't get to lie about a "work trip" for a case and spend the whole time fucking She-Hulk. You can't even tell me why. What did I do wrong? Why did you have to do this to us? Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sobs crash through your body like a tsunami that leaves you broken and wanting to run. 

"Please-" Matt moved to hold you, but you flinched away, scared if he touched you that you'd fall into him and stay. You can't do that, not after this. Not now.

"We are done. I am leaving. Karen and Foggy will come by to get the rest of my things." Stunned, you dodge him making your way to the door. Before leaving, you look back at him now standing and crying coming toward you but stops when he sees calmness coming from you. 

"I hope you can save yourself, Matt. I really do. For your son's sake." With your one hand on the cool metal of the door knob and the other against your stomach. The last bit of Matthew Murdock was his shocked expression as you shut the door, stepping into the hallway. 

"You told him?" Karen asks as soon as you get into the car. Tears still flowing, you nod. Staring straight ahead she nods before pulling off towards your doctor's office. 

"Well, let's go see how healthy this little booger is." Karen giggles while doing a little wiggle dance. A smile cracks across your face as you watch your best friend be ecstatic to be an Aunt.

Maybe you can do this on your own. Maybe you can be okay without him.

Part Two

[faebirdie]

If Only

Pairing: Jennifer Walters/fem!Reader

Category: slight angst with a happy, fluffy ending

Words: 2,336

Warnings: talk of both reader and Jen’s insecurities, sort of boss/employee relations

Requested: No. I’m so sorry to those of you who do have requests in my inbox. I’ve had so little inspiration to write lately until this randomly hit me.

Summary: Jennifer’s assistant is doing everything she can to keep her very inappropriate crush on her boss under wraps. But she just can’t keep her mouth shut when Jen shows how much the constant attention she’s receiving as She-Hulk rather than Jen is getting to her. Set after episode 5.

A/N’s: The most unrealistic part of this show about superhumans is that supposedly no one wants Jennifer as herself rather than as She-Hulk.

Masterlist and Request Rules

Jennifer Walters is a good boss. A great one even. The best boss you’ve ever had, as a matter of fact. Which really should be a good thing. And it would be if she wasn’t also the sweetest, cutest, and just all around most infatuating woman you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. But she was. 

Which has left you with a bit of a dilemma. Because you can’t date your boss. Hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this at all. You shouldn’t be thinking about how adorable she is in the morning when she first gets into the office and can barely keep her eyes open until she drinks the coffee you always bring her. You shouldn’t be wondering about what else goes through her head while she’s reading over the case briefs you’ve printed for her. And you definitely shouldn’t be daydreaming about how nice it would be to hold her hands, the same hands you can’t pull your eyes away from now as she packs up her briefcase for the night. It’s a wildly inappropriate thing for you to imagine with any coworker much less your actual employer! And most definitely grounds for her to fire you if she were ever to find out.

But you just can’t help yourself. Especially not now, while she’s standing in her true ‘just Jennifer’ form rather than towering over you as ‘She-Hulk’. Moments like these were becoming more commonplace. Moments spent alone, just the two of you in her office after most of the building had already gone home. Jen spent most of her time with you as her green alter ego, whether that be in court or during any other regular business hours in which she was representing the firm rather than herself. She didn’t complain to you about it, but you could tell sometimes that the constant pressure to be someone larger than life could get to her in certain moments. And while you try not to think too much about it, the fact that she feels comfortable enough around you to trust you with her more vulnerable side, it makes your heart flutter and your palms sweat.

“-need to formally file that appeal by the end of the week or we’ll be screwed. Can you be in a few minutes early tomorrow so we can get that started before we need to be in court?” Jennifer’s honey sweet voice breaks through your thoughts just a moment too late. 

You do your best to hide the way you’ve been zoned out with a measured nod and a quick hum in agreement even though you aren’t entirely sure what appeal she had been talking about. That’s a problem for tomorrow.

“Ugh. Thank you so much. I hate to ask. You’re already working way longer hours than most of the other assistants in the office. I promise you that we’ll be all settled into things here soon and then we’ll be able to work less overtime. I feel terrible about having to get in the way of whatever you’d rather be doing outside of this damn office,” You force yourself to focus on restacking the mess of paperwork sitting on the desk next to you rather than allow yourself to get sucked into the way Jen’s eyes focus on you as she talks.

Though maybe you hyperfocus too hard because you definitely aren’t thinking about the words that come out of your mouth next, “It’s ok. Honestly, my friends are all either busy with their own jobs or relationships and I haven’t been very into the dating scene lately. No one’s really caught my attention as of late. Well-” you barely catch yourself before taking what was already becoming far too personal of a conversation and moving it into dangerous territory. What are you doing? You can’t be saying any of this! Think! Think! Fix this before she gets uncomfortable. What was almost ‘Well other than you.’ becomes, “Well, other than this girl I know through a friend of mine. But, I don't think I’m her type,” The half truth you tell is probably still pushing it a bit, but at least you hadn’t admitted your schoolgirl crush on Jennifer to Jennifer.

You force yourself to look up from the now perfectly symmetrical stack of papers you’ve been fiddling with to where Jen stands directly on the opposite side of the large desk from you. Instead of finding a judgmental glare pointed at you as you’d feared, you see that she’s no longer looking at you. Jen’s head is turned slightly, staring over your shoulder towards the large windows that make up the back wall. Her warm, hazel eyes are unfocused, clouded over with something you struggle to place.

A moment passes in silence between the two of you before her eyes meet yours once more and she speaks, “I can understand that,” her tone is soft, almost whispered as she continues with a brief chuckle, “I haven’t had much luck in that field as of late either. I don’t think online dating is meant for someone who the world already knows so much about. There’s so many…expectations. Then again, they’re all about She-Hulk. Not Jen.”

Something in the way she says her own name, with a touch of contempt almost, gives the final clue for you to recognize what you had been seeing in her eyes just moments ago. Insecurity. Self doubt. Loathing even. They were all feelings you know well. But ones you can’t handle seeing come from the striking woman standing across from you.

You’ve only been working for Jen for a few short months, but the long hours spent together have allowed you to become incredibly familiar with her. You know her coffee order by heart, could pick her handwriting out of a lineup, and had even met much of her family after dropping some critical documents off at her house when she’d forgotten them at the office. You've seen her sharp mind at work a hundred times but still don’t find yourself getting bored while watching her practice her opening or closing arguments. Her nervous rambling makes you smile and the way her natural curls frizz up after a long day of mussing with them causes your heart to flutter. And that idea that Jen doesn’t see all of this beauty in herself the way you do is heart wrenching. You just can’t stand for it. 

“Look, Jennifer, this is probably completely out of bounds for me to say and I know I should just keep my mouth shut but I can’t. So I’m sorry, but you deserve the world. You are smarter than pretty much anyone I have ever known but somehow manage to never make those around you feel dumb or less than. And you work harder than every lawyer on this floor combined. Not for the accolades or the attention but because you genuinely, truly care about making a difference. You’re a good person with a huge heart,” you should stop there. You should really, really stop there but you just can’t. Now that the feelings you’ve been holding back for weeks have started to come out, you just can’t stop the rest. So you continue to express every compliment you’ve thought of about Jen since meeting her, each becoming more definite in tone as you go on, “And my god, Jen! You are so damn cute and funny and sweet while still managing to be hot and intimidating in the best possible way. I’ve been going mad sitting in this office with you every day and not being able to tell you how much I care about you and how I just want you happy no matter what form you are in. I hear you and Nikki talk about these shitty dates you’re going on and it kills me! Because these people you’re seeing are completely ignorant to just how amazing you are and how lucky they are just to sit across from you. And I know I’m ranting but I just can’t sit here and not say anything while you feel anything less than wonderful about yourself. I just want you to see yourself the way I do. To love yourself the way I do.”

You’re breathing hard when you finally finish your outburst. The pump, pump, pump of your heart against your ribcage is nearly painful but only intensifies as what all you’ve just said truly sets in. I’m so fired. 

“Y/N I…I-” You can’t even look at Jennifer as she stutters over just a few words, seemingly unable to find any real response to what you’ve just told her. 

Oh, god. What have I done? “I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate. I’m just gonna go,” You grab your work bag off of the chair next to you and scramble out of the room without looking back.

Please be at work a few minutes early today so that we can talk. - Jen

Jen’s text is the first thing you see after waking up from a fitful night of broken up sleep. The words stare back at you as you run through options of how to move forward in your head. You could call in sick. You could go in early and just pretend as if nothing has happened and ask her about the appeal that needs filing so as to avoid the subject of last night. You could change names and move out of the country so that you never have to risk running into Jennifer ever again.

No. You have to be a big girl about this. You’re an adult and adults own up to their actions and handle the consequences. I wish I was a child again.

So instead of burrowing back under your comforter like you want to, you get up and put the bare minimum into getting ready for the day and at least try to look professional. The subway ride to the office feels like it goes by faster than ever before, giving you little opportunity to ready yourself for walking into Jennifer’s office. It takes you a full minute to sike yourself up before you can finally force yourself to knock on her door.

“Come in,” Even on a morning like this, her voice still sounds like music to your ears. But it doesn’t make pushing open the door and stepping through it any easier.

The roomy office is full of early morning sunlight and just slightly cold. Jennifer is still in her human form when you walk through the door, which surprises you. She normally comes in in her Hulk form and stays that way until the very end of the day. Though you guess that switching between the two forms is a little easier now with her new adaptable suits. Don’t think about how good they look on her.

“Hi,” Jen is the first to speak as you near her desk but you still can’t bring yourself to meet her eyes.

“Hi,” Your reply is barely audible and filled with shame.

“Will you sit down? Please?”

You comply and make yourself as small as you can in the comfy chair in front of her desk. Your hand taps nervously on your knee as you force yourself to finally look at the woman in front of you. Her expression surprises you. It’s not one of scorn as you’d expected. Instead it’s soft. Nervous even. Her deep hazel eyes hold yours as the two of you look at each other for a moment.

“I talked to Pug this morning when I got in. We discussed having you work for him, instead of me,” Your heart breaks at the statement. Pug’s a nice guy, but he’s not Jen. You drop your head and feel your face heat up as you process what’s just been said. Jen doesn’t want to work with you anymore. Of course she doesn’t. What you said last night had been wildly unprofessional and more likely than not had made her uncomfortable. It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to be around you anymore. 

“I-I understand. But Jen, I just want to say that I’m so, so sorry. What I said was incredibly inappropriate and I-”

“No!” Jennifer cuts off your apology, “Well, technically yes. It was inappropriate I guess. But, I’m not mad. I’m thrilled actually! I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since your first week on the job. I was just never gonna act on anything because I’m your boss and I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

The force with which you snap your head up to look at her is almost painful. Jen’s cheeks are flushed a soft pink, but you can see a look of hopefulness hiding behind the nerves. 

“You’ve been thinking about me? Like the same way I have about you?” This has to be a dream. If you weren’t so focused on her, you might just pinch yourself.

Jennifer’s smile grows at your question. She nods as she answers, “Yes. That’s why I’m transferring you over to work for Pug. Because I really, really want to take you out on a date. But I want it to be above board,” You would laugh at how incredibly on brand that is for Jen if you weren’t so close to crying happy tears.

Her eyes search yours for a response. Before she can find one though, you are leaping out of your chair and racing your way around to her side of the desk to throw your arms around her small frame. You bury your face in her shoulder, unbothered by the way her curls tickle your nose and cheeks. A half sob, half laugh leaves you as you whisper, “I can’t believe it took us this long to figure this out.”

Jen’s arms circle back around you as she laughs at your remark, “I'm just glad we figured it out at all. This is what I’ve been dreaming of.”

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

Emil Blonsky officiated Jen and Matt’s wedding?

[fandomnerd9602]

Loki: ever been smashed by a Hulk?

Y/N: oh yeah

Loki: it’s the worst isn’t it?

Y/N: worst? It’s the best!

Jennifer walks in…

Jennifer: hey babe wanna smash? (Winks)

Y/N: oh yeah

Jennifer picks up Y/N and walks away…

Loki:

For @konstantin609

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith

Chapter 6: A Deal with the Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt, Foggy, and Karen take you out to Josie's. Your night always ends with Daredevil.

Warnings for this chapter: very mild smut at the end, sorry to leave you guys hanging, LOL.

A/N: I love writing Foggy Nelson. That is all.

TAG LIST (please let me know if I missed you/you'd like to be tagged!): @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn

Chapter 5 here

credit to gif owner!

 Hell’s Kitchen

Nelson & Murdock was an interesting law firm to work at. There was no rhyme or reason to the things they did or the way they operated, but you adapted fairly quickly to the revolving door of clients and how to speak to them. For now, Karen had you complete intake forms with everyone who came in. Greet them, ask them why they’re here, things like that. You enjoyed it a lot. 

“Thank you so much, Ms. Cruz,” you squeezed the elderly woman’s arm. “I’ll get your case details in our system and set up a meeting with either Mr. Nelson or Mr. Murdock.”

The older woman smiled at you graciously. “Gracias, señorita.” 

You stood up from your chair and walked over to Karen who fervently typed away at her computer. 

“Okay, all ten of the clients waiting are now ready to be inputted into the system,” you told her, holding a stack of manila folders and a clipboard. Karen looked up from her desk surprised. 

“Really?! You are amazing!” Karen exclaimed. You blushed and smiled at her, appreciating her praise. “I’ll have to get you your own laptop so you can learn how the system works. Seriously, how did you get through all of them without any issues?” 

You shrugged, “good old speaking like a human. I was never good with a customer service voice. It’s all about the approach, you know?” 

“Yes!” Karen smiled. “I’m so happy you’re here. I know Foggy and Matt are, too.” 

You smiled in return. You believed her, that she and Foggy were happy you were here. Matt, on the other hand, was a little strange. You didn’t want to make any assumptions, and you tried to be understanding. But he was very quiet around you, and never really tried to make any conversation like Karen and Foggy did. You found yourself going to them for questions first before you ever had to ask Matt something, which rarely happened. He was intimidating. The most you ever got out of him was an “excuse me” or “good morning.” Never anything more, never anything less. 

While the other two were very bright and bubbly, Matt seemed to always be in his own world. He didn’t join in any conversations you had with them, and he never offered help as Foggy did. You didn’t mind; you were just worried it might have been you he didn’t like. Then again, he was blind, so you knew his world was very different from your own. You didn’t let it get to you, and you just accepted that he was more guarded than the others. 

Karen flipped through the pages of clients you had just interviewed. Her brows were furrowed—her mind was going a million miles a minute. 

“Looks like this pile will be handled by Matt and this one, Foggy. Looks like Matt’s the winner today,” she realized. “I’ll give these to Foggy and run it by him. You can talk to Matt about his cases.” 

“Oh, uh, you sure? I…,” you trailed off, unsure what it was you were trying to object to. Your gaze fell toward Matt’s office. He was at his desk, brows furrowed with focus as his fingers ran over braille. 

Karen looked at you knowingly. “I know Matt’s quiet, but trust me, it’s not you. He’s just a little bit more focused at work. Not that we’re all not focused, but his focus is a little different.” 

You nodded, “I understand. I’ll run these cases by him.” 

“Let me know if you need anything, alright?” 

I need a drink, you thought. “Okay.” 

You turned on your heel and held the manilla folders in your hands, bracing yourself. You took a deep breath and walked to Matt’s office door, and knocked on it gently. 

“Come in,” he called out. 

You slowly opened the door and walked inside, gently shutting it behind you. 

“It’s me, __,” you announced slightly awkwardly. Matt smiled a little, behind his dark red glasses. 

“I know,” he replied, “I can recognize voices.” 

“Oh,” you said, nodding your head. Damn it, he can’t see a nod. “I—well, Karen said I should run by these new clients with you. I don’t know what she meant by it, but she said you’re the winner today.” 

“Hmm,” Matt hummed. “Means most of the cases are intentional torts. Please, sit,” he said in a friendly tone. Slightly caught off guard by his kindness, you sat in the chair in front of his desk. This conversation is the most you’ve spoken with Matt ever since you started just a few weeks ago. A memory popped into your head. You had shared an awkward encounter with Matt as he was leaving work one day—you asked if he needed help closing up anything but he was in a rush, and barely replied to you as he rushed out the door. 

“So, the first person I spoke with, Anna Campbell, has a claim her neighbor is taking pictures of her in her house…uh…” you flipped through the pages and cleared your throat. “Negligent employer case…assault outside of a club that may have been intentional and not a random crime of opportunity…” You read through the rest of the clients you just spoke with and watched Matt carefully for any reaction. He sat like a statue, with his brows scrunched and lips slightly pressed together, as he listened to you. His hands were together, fingers interlocked. You continued to speak. 

“Ms. Marisol Cruz. She was such a sweet woman. I feel really bad for her. She’s in a terrible apartment complex, with a high criminal element, and the landlord won’t listen or do anything about it. There are kids in the place, and she’s worried about them,” you explained Ms. Cruz’s story in more detail to Matt, since you felt a little more compassionate to her. You probably weren’t supposed to, but you couldn’t help it. “Her landlord says he needs proof of the element, or he won’t do anything. And she’s a frail woman, and she can’t do anything.”  

Matt stayed quiet for a moment longer. 

“Thank you, __,” Matt said after a bit. You smiled. 

You placed the files on his desk. 

“Oh,” you said, startling yourself, “you probably need these translated to braille. I’ll transfer them with the printer.” 

Matt smiled and stood up from his desk. His hands rested on his waist. Maybe the reason why you were so intimidated by Matt was because of how handsome you found him. His dress shirt fit snugly on his body, and the rare moments you did catch his smile, made your heart flutter more than you’d like to admit. 

“I appreciate that,” he cooly said. 

“Okay well, I’ll get on that now.” You turned to exit his office, but he called your name rather softly. 

“Just—just a word of advice,” he began to say, “I know it may be easy to feel more compassionate for some cases more than others. That can be a good thing. But it can also be dangerous. Don’t take the work home with you, is what I’m trying to say.” 

You considered his words for a moment and nodded in understanding. 

“I won’t,” you replied, “I promise.” 

He smiled lightly before sitting back down again. You left his office.

⣿⣿⣿⣿

After a busy afternoon at Nelson & Murdock, you found yourself in the conference room, transferring all the files you had today into the system they used. You were focused as you input all the information, listening to music as you did. Suddenly, Foggy came into the room. 

“There she is, the superstar client coordinator!” Foggy announced with a clap. You pulled your headphone out of your ear and smiled at him. Foggy had a way of radiating warmth and vibrant energy—you loved working with him. “I heard you got through everyone pretty quickly.” 

“I did!” you said, “it was quite enjoyable. I like talking to people and listening to them.” 

“That’s good. Great! Well, I came in here because, it’s six o’clock, Friday night, and you’re still working,” Foggy analyzed, rubbing his chin. “Aren’t you crazy kids supposed to be getting in all sorts of trouble?” 

You laughed, and then Karen came into the room. 

“She’s not a crazy kid, Foggy,” she defended, “she’s a bright, intelligent young woman who is bound to do great things in life.” You smiled at Karen. 

“I know, I know. But seriously, you’re still working?!” 

You shrugged, “I’m waiting for the okay to go home! Besides, I don’t want to leave anything unfinished.”

“Well, you've been doing so well. We wanted to show our thanks in the only way we know how—Josie’s!” Foggy raised a finger in the air. 

“Josie’s?” You questioned.

“It's a dive bar in the Kitchen we like to go to,” Karen explained. “We’d love to take you out and celebrate. Of course, if you don’t already have plans.” 

The only plan you could think of involved a man in a black mask and your rooftop—but you didn’t say that. 

“I don’t have any plans, actually,” you answered, straightening up a bit. “I’d love to join you guys at Josie’s!” You leaped at the opportunity to get to know Karen and Foggy more. And—Matt just walked in. 

“I’m heading out,” Matt said, in his usual serious tone. You hated how your heartbeat picked up at the sight of him, with his cane in his hand and bag on his shoulder. Part of you was disappointed he wouldn’t join you at Josie’s. 

“Oh, come on, Matt,” Foggy sighed. “You owe us one! Last time, you promised next time. You’re coming out, buddy!” 

“Yeah, come on, we’re taking __ out!” Karen added. You pressed your lips together, awaiting his response. Matt sheepishly smiled. 

“Alright,” he reluctantly agreed, after a short while. 

“Atta boy,” Foggy patted his back. You began to clean up your workspace as Foggy and Karen left the room. Matt lingered in the doorway, leaning against the frame. You watched him carefully as you gathered your things. You went to the bathroom to fix your appearance. Your hair was still styled, more or less, when you curled it this morning. You straightened your button-down white shirt that was tucked into your black slacks. You sprayed on your marshmallow-scented perfume and decided this was as good as it was going to get. 

Exiting the bathroom, Matt still stood in the doorway but now Foggy and Karen joined him; they were waiting for you. 

“Ready,” you stated.

“Huzzah!” Foggy exclaimed. 

⣿⣿⣿⣿

Josie’s

Josie’s wasn’t too far from the office. You stayed walking with Karen while Foggy and Matt walked slightly ahead, Matt holding onto Foggy’s elbow as his cane tapped in front of him. When you saw the buzzing red light that read JOSIE’S in the window, it was obvious you reached the destination. 

“Before we enter, we must knight __ for this is her first time at Josie’s, which is a special event, indeed,” Foggy spoke in a British accent. Matt laughed, flashing the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him. It made sense: if there was one person who could crack him open, it was Foggy Nelson. You had a feeling tonight you’d learn about their history. 

After Foggy “knighted” you, he opened the door and you were immediately met with an intense smell of smoke, old wood, and sweat. Pool cues clacked and barstools groaned from years of being sat on. Someone spilled a pitcher of beer on the floor. It was overwhelmingly hot and stuffy in here—you rolled up your sleeves. 

“Welcome to Josie’s,” Karen smiled cheerfully. “What do you drink?” 

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment. “I’ll try a martini. Three olives.” 

“I don't know about that,” Foggy said, “the olives part. I would hold the olives.” 

“Alrighty, a martini, hold the olives.” 

“And what kind of shots do we want?” 

“…tequila?” You suggested. Foggy groaned. 

“Let’s see if I still got it. Four shots of tequila, please!” 

Foggy and Karen lingered by the bar, getting an older woman’s attention, whom you assumed was Josie. She had brown and gray hair and a slightly suspicious look. You stood holding your bag, looking around the place. Matt was so quiet, you didn’t realize he was standing next to you. 

“Should we find a spot to sit while they order?” You suggested casually. Matt turned his head in your direction, nodding slightly. 

“Lead the way,” he said. You mirrored what Foggy did earlier when he offered his arm for Matt to hold. You gently touched Matt’s arm with your elbow. You couldn’t tell if he was startled, but he was quite hesitant. However, he did latch gently to your elbow as if you were a piece of paper, and you walked him over to a table in the middle of the bar, close to the wall. He reached his hands out for the table and felt for it as he placed his briefcase on the chair. You wrapped the strap of your bag on your chair and sat a seat away from him, intentionally. 

“I’m sure this isn’t what you’re used to,” Matt suddenly spoke, trying to initiate conversation. You looked at him amused. 

“What do you mean?” You smiled. 

“I—,” he stuttered a bit, “I just mean kids your age probably go out to fancier clubs than this.” 

“I’m not a kid,” you gently corrected. “I may be fresh out of college but I’m sure I’m not that much younger than you guys.” 

“Sorry,” he said. “You’re right.” 

“And you’d be surprised…I can enjoy a dive bar every now and then. I actually think I like them better than what my friends and I are used to. You can at least have conversations at places like this.” 

“Then, why don’t you go to them more often?” 

“Whatever the majority vote is. I never luck out.” 

Suddenly, Foggy came with a tray of drinks while Karen carried over the shots. Foggy lined the drinks and shots up and returned the tray. Karen found her seat next to Matt while Foggy sat next to you. 

“To Nelson and Murdock’s newest and brightest!” Foggy cheered. Everyone took their shots. You felt the tequila burn down your throat as you grimaced. It was like no other tequila you had before. And you’ve had plenty. 

“Yeah,” Foggy agreed when he saw your reaction, “Josie’s got the hard stuff.” 

“Is that even tequila? It tasted like straight-up poison,” you shook your head. “Let’s get another round.” 

Foggy laughed, “I may not be able to keep up, but I’m up for the challenge!” 

⣿⣿⣿⣿

For some reason, spending time with Karen, Foggy, and Matt felt like you were being officially christened into their work group—you were officially a part of Nelson & Murdock. You wanted to pace yourself since you were with your bosses, but Foggy insisted on more shots and drinks—something you found hard to say “no” to. 

You learned that Matt and Foggy met at law school. Columbia, no less. Your dream school. Foggy promised he’d write you a stellar letter of recommendation when the time came. Matt agreed as well, to your surprise. 

“Really?” You asked. “You guys would do that for me?” 

“Of course, Young Padawan,” Foggy said in a Yoda voice. You laughed. “In all seriousness though, you’d kill it at Columbia. Right, Matt?” 

“Right,” Matt agreed, almost immediately. You were thankful he couldn’t see your blush, and everyone else was too drunk to notice. 

As the night went on, Foggy and Karen got up to dance and then challenged other bar-goers to a round of pool. Matt sat in his corner, his hand wrapped around a cold beer. At this point in the night, you ditched your button-down shirt and only wore your undershirt.

Although he was quiet, his presence was anything but. It was like he had some sort of force field around him; the closer you sat next to him, the more prone you were to be sucked into it. You made no attempts to get yourself away. You pretended to be engaged in watching Foggy and Karen play pool, shouting whenever Foggy hit a striped ball. 

Part of you wanted to join them, but the other part wanted to stay next to Matt. Maybe tonight was the icebreaker you needed to figure out why he was so different around you compared to everyone else. 

“Would you like another beer? I’ll go get another round,” you offered. 

“Oh uh, yes, please.” 

When you came back from the bar, you placed the beer in front of Matt and sat in the chair next to him. You clinked your glass on his. 

“Cheers,” you said quietly. 

Matt offered a small smile. “Cheers,” he returned. 

You glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 9 o’clock already. If you were home, you’d probably be getting ready to see Mike. You worried about missing him tonight. At least, you kept the burner phone he gave you in your bag. He’s only a call away but for emergencies. Pushing the thought away, you tried to be more present. Karen hit a striped ball and high-fived Foggy. The two men they were playing looked slightly disappointed in how good your bosses were doing. More people had filtered into Josie’s and it only grew more stuffy. 

“Thank you for the time you’ve put in with us,” suddenly Matt spoke. “It doesn’t go unnoticed, as you can see. Especially with Karen. I know she’s really happy with you here.” 

“I’m just as grateful for the opportunity,” you shrugged, feeling a warmth spread in your chest at his comment. On second thought, maybe the tequila was finally catching up to you. 

“Did you have any other places you were looking at?” 

“A few, but no one got back to me. I suppose getting a job at a firm in the city is harder than it looks." 

“Even Foggy and I struggled for a bit. We had a job at Landman & Zack lined up, but we ended up going on our own way. You’ll end up just where you’re supposed to be,” Matt said in a bit of a reminiscent way. You softened at his words. 

“You and Foggy seem like you’ve been through a lot together,” you observed, “it wasn’t always easy, was it?” 

Matt paused for a moment, and tilted his head—something you noticed over the past few weeks working with him. As if he was really considering your words and thinking of a way to respond. 

“It wasn’t,” he agreed, after a little while, “but if the people stay with you through the tough times, you know it was worth it. Or, you find a reason to make it worth it—for them.” 

You hummed in response. 

Matt took a sip of his beer. He listened as you got up from your seat to join Karen and Foggy after they called for you. 

⣿⣿⣿⣿

It was strange for him to talk to you like this in a public setting—as Matt Murdock, your boss, and not as “Mike”, your savior, as you called him. When you left your seat, he heard something ruffle in your bag—the phone he’d given you for emergencies. Good. She keeps it on her. 

He’d been avoiding you at the office and he knew you picked up on it after a few days. It was for the better, he thought. The more distance he kept from you there, the less likely it would be you’d put two and two together—if you could. It was to be cautious and to make sure his secret stayed a secret. You stayed his secret. Perhaps it wasn’t fair, perhaps it was lying, perhaps that was all true. Even if Matt wanted to reveal who he really was to you, there’s no guessing how you’d react. To put it simply, Matt dug himself even deeper the day Karen said she’d hire you and he didn’t make any effort to convince her to not. 

And the more he saw you at night, the more he couldn’t stay away. God, you were all-consuming to him. He found his new altar and it was your lips. His prayer, your name. Whatever the affair was, his new religion. It was cliche to say, but it was true: it felt so right with you. So right, and perfect, and whenever something so good falls into Matt Murdock’s lap, he always finds a way to convince himself he’s undeserving of it. He wants to be with you. He wants to keep you. But things are just so chaotically fucked up now, now that you work with him and he has to lie to you every day like he doesn’t want to pin you against the wall in his office and kiss your entire body. 

Matt clenched his jaw uncomfortably, pushing the thought away. That’s another reason why he must avoid you; to avoid thinking like this at work. It was hard enough that you were there. 

Being with you during the day was interesting. You were so different professionally, so polite and smart. Thoughtful, he decided. Nothing like the girl he came to see at night, who didn’t hold back a bite and wasn’t afraid of confrontation. He liked that girl just as much as the version he got at the office, though. It was like he was with two different people—and then he thought that he was basically playing two different people with you, too. Except, he realizes his unfair advantage. 

At the office, you were subtle with your actions—careful and alert. How you went out of your way to make sure documents were translated to braille for him, how you took your time with each client in the waiting room…yes, of course, Matt listened to you when you were with them. He always did. And quite frankly, he was impressed with how you carried yourself. Putting his feelings aside for you, and what it was that you shared, he truly thought you were a good employee—a promising future attorney. 

But God, was it hard to pretend to not know what your lips felt like. How hard it is for him to pretend he couldn’t care less when really, you’re all he cares about these days. 

And here you were, coming by his side again, and he has to put on the facade all over again—another mask, he thought ironically, to pretend around you. For the first time ever, he felt a heavy weight press on his heart. No, this wasn’t fair to you at all. 

“Hey, Matt,” you called for him, and he decided he loved to hear you call him by his real name. Your voice was lighter than it was before, actually lighter than it has been at the office, whenever you spoke to him. Maybe a night like tonight at Josie’s needed to happen—so Matt could feel more comfortable around you as Matt. He felt a wall crumbling inside him.  

“Yeah?” He answered. 

“We’re going to take one more round of shots and then step outside for fresh air. Are you in?” 

Matt smiled. 

“Yeah. I’m in.”

⣿⣿⣿⣿

12 AM 

Foggy hailed a cab for you to get home. You managed to get inside your apartment to find it empty, with nothing but a half-filled bottle of tequila on the counter and red solo cups. Your friends went out again, but you didn’t care. You were on cloud nine after tonight, having the best time with your new co-workers, and feeling better that maybe the one you were afraid of really liked you after all. 

And then, you thought of him. Mike. 

Would he be up there? It didn’t hurt to try… 

Before you stumbled up the steps to the roof, you changed into something a little more comfortable. Sweat shorts and a tank top. 

Now that summer was in full effect, nights remained humid. Your tank top stuck to the sweat on your skin. What were the chances of him actually coming tonight? 

Apparently, very likely. As you turned the corner, you jumped to see him already waiting for you, dressed in his usual black outfit—face covered. 

“Jesus,” You exclaimed and held your hand to your heart. 

“Language,” Mike said smugly as he stepped into the light. You smiled. 

“Don’t get all righteous on me now,” you teased, “I believe you are way past that.” 

Mike snaked a strong arm around your waist and pulled you into him. He kissed you softly and slowly—different from the way he normally kisses you, which was more ravenous in nature. You matched his nature, and placed your hands on either side of his face, holding him steady as you kissed. 

When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. 

“You’re quiet again,” you breathed. “Why?” 

“You make me feel calm,” he told you. The way his lips moved when he spoke was mesmerizing, inviting you to kiss him again. You did. You teased your tongue on his bottom lip. Mike groaned faintly. 

“Calm isn’t something I’m used to,” Mike continued, chasing your lips with a kiss. “And when I feel something I’m not used to, but that I like, those things tend to slip from my grasp just as I got a good hold on them.” 

You contemplated his words for a moment and realized what he meant. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you truthfully said. “I…like what we have.” 

“But,” Mike guided, knowing you had more to say. 

“But… most people in affairs know who exactly they’re dealing with.” 

Mike turned his masked face away from you. You knew that was the only answer you’d get. 

“Not yet,” he spoke quietly, “I can’t reveal myself yet.” 

“But why? You think I’ll think you’re ugly?” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but you realized you even failed yourself. The more you got in deeper with Mike, the more it hurt, knowing this was all you’d get out of him: late nights on your rooftop, kisses you’d never experienced with anyone else—feelings you didn’t know you could feel so intensely that it felt like your mind suffocated with thoughts of him. Him. You didn’t even know who he was. But he had you in the palm of his hand. 

“Do you want to stop? With this, with me?” He asked ardently. 

“What kind of question is that? No, I don’t want to stop seeing you,” you argued. “Do you want to stop?” 

“No,” he replied almost instantly. “But we should reach an agreement on this. You have to be okay with me not being ready to reveal myself. And you have to know that my not revealing myself has nothing to do with how I feel about you and how much I trust you.” 

“How do you feel about me?” You couldn’t help but ask him. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. 

“Like I’ve never felt for anyone before,” Mike whispered and kissed you, deeply, slowly again. “Just give me the time I need.” 

“Okay,” you agreed. “You’ve got a deal. As long as you keep coming to me.” 

“I’ll never stop,” Mike promised. 

You ran your hands along his strong torso. You could feel the sweat under his shirt. You slid your hands under his shirt and felt his skin—soft, and… scarred. You gasped as your fingers traced along a gash, that’s since healed. You felt another one on his rib cage and another on his chest. You gasped again. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s from another life.” 

“That’s… scary,” you said in a small voice. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he told you gently. “It’s different these days.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I expected to see you one night and you didn’t come…”

“I’ll always come to you,” Mike stated. “Until there comes a day you don’t want me to.” 

“That day will never come, I can assure you that.” 

He kissed you more and ran his fingers through your hair, tugging a little so your neck was revealed to him. You shivered as he kissed along your neck, slowly, antagonizing. You ran your fingers along his back and closed your eyes. 

You didn’t want your nights to be anything but this. 

You lifted your left leg and he grabbed it to wrap around his waist, holding your back to steady you. He gently laid you on the ground. 

“Can I…take this off?” He asked, gesturing to your shorts. You laughed. 

“Will someone see us?” 

“No one will see us. They might hear you though.” 

“Take them off.” 

Mike slowly pulled your shorts and underwear off, and you were completely exposed to him in a dark corner of your roof. You wished you brought a blanket. Mike began to kiss your inner thighs, slowly, reaching closer up to your legs and your wetness. You let your mind drift off, thinking of the deal you’d just made with him. You weren’t completely truthful about being okay with not knowing who he is. But your connection and feelings for him were stronger than your fears of what could happen—you’d teach yourself to be okay with it. 

But your discomfort was quickly replaced with euphoria when you felt his lips kiss your sex, and his tongue began to lap at your wetness slowly and then urgently. You sighed blissfully, closing your eyes. You suddenly couldn’t care less about your worries. 

[legionofpotatoes]

disney be like "encanto maxed out our Women Muscles quota for the fiscal decade so she-hulk just gonna be a tall slender green person now"

[getlostsquidward]

the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events. 

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form. 

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon. 

“I'll take that as a yes.”

[murdock-barnes]

Pleaseeeee he looks like an adorable kitty😭🥰

Matthew Meowdock💀

[imdoingsortagay]

Dating Jennifer Walters headcanons ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: fluff , she - hulk, height difference, cute dates stuff, cuss words, drinking 

a/n: yay for she hulk ! love the character and love jen so much 

Both of you met when she was in law school 

You saw her at the coffee shop you go to one day, stressed out with school work and you buy her a coffee. 

Jen has no idea how to respond but she just smiles at you and you make your way out of the coffee shop to go on with your day

this continues with the both of you buying coffee for each other til Jen decides to talk to you. 

“ Maybe instead of giving me coffee you can give me your number instead ?”

yes it’s the lamest way to ask but to you it’s very cute 

Been dating since her last year of law school.

Jen proposed the idea of you moving in 2 years into your relationship because “ we can like cuddle and stuff ya know ? plus i got a bunch of space “ 

You both are supportive in each other’s careers🥺🥺🥺

Making her little lunches for her to take to work with love notes

Supporting her even when she was freaking out a bit when she realized she too is also is a hulk

Bruce being the one to tell you before he hold her parents of the news

“ she needs some comfort when she hears the news “

you along with Bruce helping her master her new powers ( you cheering for her while Bruce looks annoyed 😭)

“ enough with the cheering we get it y/n”

“ hey I’m here to provide comfort to her like you told me to buddy so fuck off “

Yoga with Jen and Bruce but he keeps getting annoyed when both of you keep making jokes. 

Jen talking about how Steve was probably a virgin which doesn’t annoy you but Bruce hates it 

“ How are you used to this ? “ 

“ Not the weirdest thing i’ve heard dude “ 

When she gets more media press from being she hulk than being a laywer, she can count on you to be there for her.

Helping her calm down 

When it comes to her hulk form, oh does she love to point out the height difference, especially since both of you are around the same height

“ How’s the air dow there baby?” 

“ jen we are literally the same height when you arent she hulk “ 

Hearing about her day both when she’s at work of if she has superhero stuff to deal with

HUGS FROM JEN IN HER HULK FORM OR JEN FORM 

Either one are comfy especially during a long day.

helping her get info on villains she has to encounter on a daily basis ( which is way too many for her opinion)

Drunk Jen is so cute

She likes to compliment you so much when she’s drunk it’s the cutest thing

“ y/n you know you so pretty like even more prettier than a rose” stuff like that 

When you first met her at that coffee shop, you would have never expected to be in a relationship with the best woman ever who supports you and same to you.

[writinandcrying]

Do you guys ever think about the fact that the tmnt turtles fav comic would probably be X-men?

That they would finally feel seen, heard, to have someone understand how others treats them the way they look, the way they simply are

“If someone wrote this, it’s because they know what’s like to be judged, there are good people who will accept us, right?” Mikey thinks out loud hopefully

But Leo and Raph cannot be so optimistic as their little brother, they can only focus on how once they were the ones that once starved in the sewers back then, that had to deal with screaming fits and profanities if they decided to look for food on top side, how they wished to play at the playground near the layer, to visit central park for once during daylight and feel the sun, to listen ti the birds, to have friends, to truly exist.

How lucky they were for master Splinter, how he didn’t abandon them.

They wish someone once saw them as “little boys, But no one did. No human did.

Leo has to step back into reading those comics, that alone drove him and his brothers away further. It’s already hard enough to see how humans treat “outsiders” within themselves. Racism, xenophobia, homophobia transphobia, ableism. If humans can’t accept their own kind, how and why would they ever accept them?

Donnie doesn’t outright say it, but he shares the same kind of thoughts as his older brother, he doesn’t indulge this passion for a while either, he already has enough crisis to deal with his own, an existential one due to s simple comic isn’t on his agenda

Raph on the other hand, consumes like his life depends on it

For the first time, someone understands it. For the first time. He can cry it out for the life he wasn’t blessed to have. For the first time, someone revenged his and his brothers kind. The rage some characters felt It fueled something he was scared of, there was days he wanted justice, he wanted for humans to feel what he feels

He’s scared of those feelings, with X-men, he can let go of it for a while

Mikey HATES panels like those tho lmao, he hates embracing this “gloomy side” of being a mutant, of realizing that some mutants are just. Mutants. No one was meant to be chained at their families basement, no one was meant to be abandoned by their parents and left in the cold

Do you know what kind of panels he likes?

The ones that shows how kind mutants can be

How they can help out, how generous, gentle, and sweet mutants are, the ones that show how they are truly like

He knows some people out there would accept him,accept them. He can feel it. he just have to look real close, and who knows, maybe they will be able to ride at the coolest skateboard park near by! Or try out those gelato stores near the Brooklyn subway, or finally try a croissant, a fresh bagel! or or- Play freesbie with someone’s dog that took a liking in him at the park, brunches at soho, thrift shopping, going to concerts, just… existing at time square, finally having a midnight kiss as the ball drops in New Year’s Eve

No more screams, only smiles when someone meets his eyes

Who knows, right?

Also not to call Mikey out or anything but

all Xmen are hot send tweet

[druidshollow]

girl. why are you so fuck off big

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Y/n: I have a question

Tony sighs: What now?

Y/n: Do avengers get paid?

Tony: What?

Y/n: Well I was in a bar with Jen, you know, she-hulk and she asked if Wanda and Scar got paid to save people and I didn’t know but what I do know is that we live in a nice house, eat steak and lobster and I have all the latest gaming consoles

Y/n: So ironing board, what are you paying my ladies?

Tony: Kid I don’t know where they’re getting the money but it isn’t from me, I don’t even pay myself

*Later*

Y/n: Alright maximoff level with me, where are you getting all this money?

Wanda who’s literally just walked through the door: I think Scar should answer this clearly huge question, now go and play on your newest game machine *quickly leaves*

SW coming in behind her: Okay princess you wanna know where we get all this blood money?

Y/n: Now that you’ve called it blood money I’m not too sure

SW: We’ve set up a “business” with Nat where we may go “dispose” of some people that people with money need disposing of

Y/n: You’re killers for hire?!

SW: I mean I guess but the people we kill for then get caught by the avengers so it’s not that bad

Y/n: I wish I never asked

Wanda: That’s what we all hoped for

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

Matt decided to move to California to be with Jen?

[fandomnerd9602]

A-force headcanons on going to the beach with Y/N?

I'd love to see (She-Hulk, Wanda, Natasha, Shuri, Gamora, Carol and Kamala) show Y/N her swimsuit

The following is everyone on A-Force’s reaction to seeing Y/N in a swimsuit…

Wanda: I’ve never wanted to tear clothing off with my teeth so badly!

Natasha: fits you just right Y/N

Shuri: that physique is impossible I must study you closer, Y/N

She Hulk: my firm does after hours consultations if you’re interested (winks)

Carol: I. Want. You.

Sadly Y/N didn’t hear any of this, their headphones were playing at max volume.

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Y/N: Jennifer and I don’t use pet names.

Nikki: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Y/N: Honey?

Jennifer: Yes, dear?

Y/N:

Nikki: Don't ever lie to my face again.

(Unfortunately the only GIF I found with Nikki and Jennifer)

[ariseastrae]

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