#Matt Murdock's audacity

[kendallsroyco]

I think pretty men should be allowed to smile more 🤗

#daredevil #matt murdock #charlie cox #he already has a gorgeous smile #and still had the audacity to bust out dimples on top of that??? it's just not fair 🤧 #and people complaining he was too smiley in she hulk...let the man smile he's literally gorgeous

[godihatethiswebsite]

OK BUT CAN WE JUST--

So the helmet isn't actually 100% gold. It's got some wear and tear where you can see the original silver metal showing through. Which would make sense if he's used it at all, but this is a pack fresh piece of equipment here.

Which means, THIS MAN flew to the OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY for a BRAND NEW SHINY GOLD SUIT, but made the decision to include in the instructions "Hey, can you make it look like I've already been beating people up in this? Don't want it looking TOO ostentatious out the box".

Because GOD FORBID, Matt. The fucking audacity.

#daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock #charlie cox #the audacity #i swear this man #please let him return from the war already #marvel #mcu #she hulk #she-hulk #attorney at law #poor melvin

[pastafossa]

there’s one thing that i’m really hoping they address in the episode. how the fuck does matt get that suit through customs. literally how?

MY THEORY:

Matt waited.

The security agent frowned down at his suitcase, the air currents shifting as she poked at the suit. "Sir...?"

"Cosplay," he said calmly, completely straight-faced. "There's a convention. I'm going as Daredevil, obviously."

He might not be able to see, but there was no missing the confusion that filled the air as she glanced down at his cane, and then his glasses, as if to confirm he was, in actuality, still blind.

"I'm going to turn my collapsible cane into his batons," Matt said helpfully, his lips quirking up. "I realize that sounds ridiculous, but I think it could work."

"Right. I... see."

"Does it look like a realistic red? My wife said it did, but, you know... it's not like I can tell if she's lying. Feels red to me, though."

He could sense the way her face twisted through a series of expressions, twisted as she considered telling him that the suit was red and gold, considered telling him that it might be too realistic, before eventually, she settled on washing her hands of it.

"It looks fine, sir."

"Wonderful," he said with a grin, as she slammed his suitcase shut. "Hopefully no one mistakes me for him. That'd be awkward."

"I'm sure it would, sir."

#ask response #matt murdock #daredevil #matt would absolutely just try to waltz through customs with the suit #he has the audacity #absolutely

[kattegat-revolutionary]

I hope Matt can explain how he became the new cover model for "The Picture of Dorian Gray."

#the audacity #Matt Murdock #Matthew Murdock #Daredevil #matt murdock #matthew murdock #daredevil #the picture of dorian gray

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Matt: As the top in this relationship, I think we should-

Frank: I can’t believe you’re pulling rank on me.

#frank hasn’t experienced this level of audacity since the military #punisher #daredevil #frank castle #matt murdock #lol #fratt #frankmatt #incorrect quotes #top matthew murdock #bottom frank castle #text post #gayshipsareyayships

[chvoswxtch]

Matt trying to pull away Karen from Frank's bed in 2x6 is so sexy! 🔥 🔥🔥

I think about this scene ALL the time bc it’s so fucking funny to me

karen is like LISTEN UP BITCH and poor matty is like jesus christ karen this man is literally an unhinged serial killer pls don’t threaten him like that

and then frankie is like…I think i’m in love

poor foggy in the back is wishing he’d just been a butcher like his mom wanted bc he’s standing in front of the scariest man and his friends are fucking wild and why the fuck didn’t I just become a butcher???

#I love them all so much #matt nearly had a heart attack like karen the line don’t step over the-KAREN THE TAPE KAREN NO #meanwhile karen has had enough of frank’s shit and is like look what I found at your house BITCH #frank is shocked at the audacity and falling in love at the same time #foggy just wants to go home #matt murdock #frank castle #karen page #foggy nelson #daredevil #the punisher #court answers #court rambles

[devilisln-moved]

nbd, just remembering Matt’s weird sensory deprivation bed from the movie.

#honestly #it's like an idea you get when you're high #it's weed logic #'hey man like if Matt Murdock can hear e v e r y t h i n g all the time how does he sleep?' #'oh man i don't even know. What if he like sleeps in one of those sleep deprivation tanks?' #'fuck that's so good man you're blowing my freakin mind!' #and you know valid #I like the obviously bat shit choice #you can get a lot past me with sheer audacity #but like sitting and thinking about it slowly drove me insane.... #ooc;

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

Thinking about Matt Murdock needing all the warm things and cuddles rn

//hi darling! thanks so much for your thought i myself have trouble sleeping so this is definitely something often racking my brain! as a reminder my inbox for blurbs are always open!!

usually matt is like your own personal space heater-- but tonight, the heat has turned off in his apartment and he just came in from a thunderstorm, so he's freezing.

but because he's freezing, you are freezing, and it's this nightmare cycle. although, neither of you really care too much. well, you wouldn't care, except..

"matt, i gotta use the bathroom."

you just hear him grumble and pull you closer. matt consistently works out and punches people in the face nightly. you know you stand no chance.

"matty," you groan, "i swear to fucking god--"

he bites your neck when you say that.

"lords name in vain," he's incredibly tired and cold, although, he will never give up an opportunity to rile you up.

"i'll be back in thirty seconds!"

he has the audacity to let out this whine as he loosens his grip on you.

when you come back, literally a minute later, you can literally see him shivering under his duvet. your heart aches, because no matter how you insist that his clinginess is annoying, you're enamored with him, and his pain-- no matter how artificial or temporary-- causes your heart to clench and squeeze.

you sigh gently and climb back into bed, finding yourself sitting on the bottom of his stomach before laying down across his chest. almost in a koala position.

his arms are immediately around you, and as you drift off to sleep, you manage out,

"you know, you wouldn't be so cold if you had more than one blanket." becuase your boy is a masochist who refuses to let himself have anything nice. well, anything except you, whom he considers to be the best thing he's ever had.

"why would i do that when i have you, sweetheart?"

"right, silly me."

a kiss is placed to the top of your head, and his fingers creep up past the hem of your shirt, resting there and gently tracing patterns and circles into your skin.

"silly you."

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fic #matt murdock blurb

[farfromstrange]

Now That We Don't Talk | Frank Castle x F!Reader

BONUS FIC

See this post for more information on my Valentine's Day Special & Follower Celebration, but these fics can be read separately!

Read Is It Over Now? for better clarity.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader (past Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

Summary: You go home with the guy from the bar, and he makes you forget about your ex.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral f!receiving, use of "attagirl", slight Dom!Frank, song references, unprotected p in v, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: You wanted a part 2, so you're getting a part 2! Anyway, I don't write Frank often, so I hope it isn't too bad. It's also not as spicy as you probably expected, but I wanted this to fit the vibe of the previous fic (link above). You don't need to have read it to understand this, but it is highly recommended because some references might confuse you. Thank you all for taking part in this event!

You believed that your life had ended when you lost him. He painted your world in the brightest colors, but by breaking your heart, he took them away. All that was left to see was a boring shade of gray in a sea of sadness. 

Matt told you from the start that being with him wouldn’t be easy. You were willing to try. He needed someone, and you wanted to be that someone to him. You accepted him unconditionally. 

In the end, giving everything wasn’t enough. He chose her over you, and the castle you two had built came crashing down on you while he stood idly by. 

You’re not a bitter person, you have never been, but he made you fall for him; he made you believe that there was hope for the future and that you would grow old together. He stole years of your life in which you were trying to save him from himself. In return, he took the best care of you, but that doesn’t matter much now that he has taken your heart and shattered it like a glass of red wine on a white cloth. 

When you left him, you thought the distance would kill you. You truly believed that this was the end of everything, not just your relationship with the man you thought was the one but yourself as well. “This isn’t what it looks like!” he said the day you found out the ugly truth.

“I trusted you,” you remember saying. You couldn’t even cry. The pain burned brighter than the sun, and it dried your eyes before they could even shed a tear.  

He argued with you that, “It was just a kiss,” but you not once believed him. 

“Are you sure about that? ‘Cause if I ask Elektra, I’m sure she will tell me the truth.”

“No.”

It was at that moment you lost all of your trust in him—in what could have been or should have been the two of you, forever—and it was also the moment that Matt realized he had lost you. 

You believed that he took everything you ever were that day because your life revolved around him, and only him. 

You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said, begging you not to leave. 

“Fuck you!” you had never sworn at him until that day.

You still remember the way the necklace with his initial felt when you tore it off your neck and tossed it at his feet. He knew you better than anyone, and you felt like you finally belonged somewhere. That necklace was a symbol of your undying love, or so you thought, anyway. Now you know that he may have known you to some extent, but you didn’t matter enough for him not to climb into bed with his ex-girlfriend.

You couldn’t even look at the necklace. He told you, “This is a piece of my heart,” when he gave it to you on a snowy Christmas Day three years ago. You cherished it the same way you cherished his soul. He was broken, but he was your broken man. He was everything to you. 

Matt Murdock was your moon, your son, and your entire universe. It all seemed far away that you could ever feel about anyone this way again. 

You saw a future with him. Married, a house in the suburbs, and working with Foggy and Karen in their new law office after everything they’ve been through. You were a hopeful person back then.

Karen told you that he went to a party a couple of weeks after you separated. He didn’t look like himself. You wonder if he felt anxious, knowing his only source of comfort was no longer there. You wouldn’t know until you asked him, but you refused to answer his calls.

Part of you felt euphoric, knowing that he was broken too, but you also felt angry because he was the reason you found your heart beyond repair as he stepped on it like a burning cigarette, and in your mind, he had no right to feel this way.

You’re a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock! I wish we’d never met.

“Another one for the lady,” a voice says beside you. 

Your empty glass of tequila disappears and a full one slides in its place. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if there’s more to him than he lets on. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger. 

“Nah, don’t thank me.” He gets up from his seat and sits down on the empty bar stool next to you. “You look miserable,” he says.

“What if I am?”

“I’d tell you I know the feeling.”

You huff but offer the stranger your hand. You introduce yourself. 

He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. “Frank,” he introduces himself in return. “Castle.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say. 

You thought nothing and no one could pull you out of the dark hole your breakup tossed you into. You believed yourself dead and long beyond the point of redemption. You accepted it. You swallowed in your misery, giving up on finding a new purpose in your life because the one great thing you had was no longer yours. He fell into a grave that he dug for himself, and he dragged your relationship down with him.

Looking into Frank’s eyes now though, you no longer feel like a corpse. And you realize that you are not dead, not at all—you are very much alive. 

The door almost breaks off its hinges when Frank shoves you into his apartment and back against it. The decision to come back to his place was fueled by a lot of alcohol and the way he looked at you. You were desperate to feel something other than the hollow ache that has consumed you every day for months. His eyes told you that he may be able to give you just what you need, no strings attached.

The way he kisses you breathes new life into your mangled soul. He swallows your mouth and your needy moans with his own, and his tongue forces itself down your throat as your teeth clash in a fight for dominance. You’re both tipsy, but he seems to know just what he’s doing.

His calloused fingers burn against your skin. In the back of your mind, Matt is still so present. His hands are the ones you can’t help but compare him to. 

The way he used to kiss you before fucking you into the mattress for hours on end, switching between tasting and fingering you until you were whimpering and begging him for release might have screwed you up forever. He told you one night that he wanted to ruin you for any other man. Back then, you both still believed that you would grow old together.

It is truly ironic how fast things change when you are truly happy and believe that nothing can burst your bubble.

Frank’s large hands brace against the door on either side of your head. His lips disappear from yours. “Who is he?” he asks, his voice rough like gravel.

You meet his eyes, unsure of what to say. Your mind is everywhere but here, and yet it is right with him. Whether it is alcohol or self-loathing, you’re not sure. 

“What?” you whisper.

“You’re trynna forget someone. Who is it?”

He is a lot more perceptive than you thought.

You swallow, blood rushing to your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–” you didn’t what? Think? You feel utterly pathetic.

Instead of throwing you out though, like you expected he would, he reaches out to caress your cheek. His eyes soften as they gaze at you. “Whoever he is, he obviously didn’t treat you right,” he says. “If you want to go, I’m not stoppin’ you, but if you wanna forget whoever is fuckin’ with your head, I’ll make damn sure you forget his name by the end of tonight.”

There is something excitingly terrifying about the look in his eyes. A shiver runs down your spine, and your thighs clench at the thought of feeling his hands somewhere other than your face. Somewhere other than your hips and thighs. His kisses knocked the air out of your lungs. You want more, you need more, but you don’t know if you can take it. Not him—even though you’re also not quite sure if you can take him—but also the offer he is presenting to you. As lucrative as it sounds, fuck, you are not over Matt. And you’re not sure if you can ever forget him.

You want to though. You have to. And you want to be thoroughly fucked into the next day and forget the name of the man that makes you so fucking angry.  

“Talk to me,” Frank coaxes your head toward him. “Do you wanna forget the useless bastard that made you feel this way?”

“Yes,” you manage a breathless whisper.

“Did he hurt you? Break your heart?”

You nod.

“You deserve better.” His grip tightens, and his hand slowly slides to your neck. “I’m not, but I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget his name and scream mine loud enough for this fuckin’ city to know who’s making you feel good. ‘s that what you want, hm?”

He’s dangerous, but that has never turned you off, even when it should have.

And when you finally open your mouth and tell him, “Yes, please. Make me forget,” the switch inside of him flicks completely.

He takes his time to worship between your thighs. His tongue buried in your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit without mercy. He eats you out roughly but sensually, keeping you spread wide open for him with both of his hands and a force unmatched—like a five-course meal, and he has all the time in the world for you. 

You’re lost in the throes of pleasure. You want to buck your hips against his mouth because no matter what he does, you’re on fire and you just can’t get enough, but he is so powerful that you can’t fight him. He has you at his mercy, your body in his hands, and all the control in the world over you. 

You pull at his hair, moaning helplessly as he feasts on your pussy. You’re going mad, you’re sure. He’s doing this on purpose, driving you to the edge before stopping the wave. Frank waits until your orgasm is just far enough for you to last a little longer, kissing the inside of your thighs, and then he dives right back into your wet folds. He thrusts his tongue into your hole, licks up to your clit, and then sucks on the swollen bundle until your legs are shaking in his hands. 

“Jesus, Frank!” you moan out. A trail of sweat runs from your temple down to your breasts. 

Your hands search for something to hold onto, tangling in the sheets and the pillow behind your head before pulling at the fabric. You tried pulling at his hair, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“That’s right,” he growls. “Come for me.”

Your back arches off the mattress. His name leaves your lips in a desperate shout as your orgasm crashes into you. 

“Attagirl.”

Your brain is hulled into an endless fog, but Frank doesn’t stop. 

Soon, you’re on your stomach, gripping the headboard as he pounds into you from behind. He is long and thick, and with every thrust, he forces your face deeper into the pillows. Your eyes have rolled back into your head. He hits that spongy spot inside of you whenever he pleases, and the gurgled moans from the pit of your throat spur him on to speed up, change the angle and thrust even deeper. 

He pulls out all the way, thrusting back into you with full force until he is completely sheathed in your pussy. Your heat consumes him, and he sees red. But so do you. He has reduced you to a few incoherent thoughts, babbling his name in the wake of the drool that is dripping from the corner of your mouth. 

And when you come this time, it is pulled back straight against his chest with his fingers rubbing circles over your already abused clit. You come with a scream of his name, and nothing else matters but his cum in your cunt and the unbelievable depth of the feelings he is eliciting within you. 

You drop to the mattress like a wet towel, covered in his and your cum, and your sweat that has mingled with his. His smell lingers in the sheets as you bury your nose in it. He collapses on top of you. The crushing weight of him offers a sense of comfort that almost makes you cry. And he holds you as though you mean more to him than a One-Night stand he picked up to help forget a man who broke her heart. 

“What’d he do?” Frank asks into the silence later that night.

You are lying on his bed, covered by only his thin sheets. He’s sitting on the other side, nursing a glass of Bourbon. He held you, he cleaned you up, and he offered you some clothes, which you denied. He is kinder to you than you thought he would be, and it warms your heart in a way you can only deem utterly dangerous with how vulnerable you are. Broken people make dumb decisions, and you do not ever want to go through the same pain again. 

At least you know that you are still desired. That you’re not dead. Perhaps, there is still hope for a better future. You made Matt Murdock your life for the longest time, and maybe, as you realize now, that was a mistake. There is more to life than him, and you can live without him. That it took fucking a stranger after weeks of being miserable baffles you, but some things are just meant to happen. Maybe it was destiny, after all. 

You look at him when Frank repeats his question. “What’d the bastard do, hm?” he asks.

Where do you even start? 

When you last checked in on him through your mutual friends—you know it wasn’t the best choice, but you couldn’t help it—they told you that grew his beard, and he last had a haircut when you were still together. It suits him, apparently, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at a picture of him.

Foggy told you that he isn’t taking home girls when they go to a bar, even though he could have all of them. He’s sad. He drowns himself at work and beats his fist bloody every night. The old you would have jumped up to help him. And it is true that you will probably always love him, in a way, but you refuse to crawl back to him.

The more you gave, the more he took, and at the first chance at getting a woman he claimed to no longer love when she came back into your lives, he took her. He couldn’t have wanted you as badly as he claimed if that was enough for him to flush years of loving each other and going through hell together down the drain, knowing it would break your heart into a million pieces. That is probably the worst part about all of it.

You take a deep breath. Frank is still staring at you intently, waiting for an answer. “He fucked his ex,” you finally confess. “Four years of being together and it still wasn’t enough.”

His grip tightens around his glass. “Want me to pay him a visit?”

You chuckle, but you know that he would. “No. But thank you.”

Matt was fading long before you left. Even if you did choose to forgive him, you couldn’t be his friend, so things are better the way they are now. You paid the ultimate price for sacrificing your heart to a man who had too many struggles to deal with himself.

In the silence, you find a little light. “At least I don’t have to pretend to like Jazz anymore,” you say. 

Frank takes another sip, asking, “Jazz?”

“Yeah, Jazz. He loves it. He…He’s special. Well, he was to me, anyway.”

“Special? Fuck, the guy did a number on you, huh?”

You scoff. “You have no idea.”

The only way back to your dignity is to learn how to be without him. You have to turn yourself back into a mystery and learn how to trust someone again before your fragile heart breaks again.

“You still talk?” Frank asks.

You shake your head. “No. It’s over now,” you say. “We don’t talk anymore.”

“Told ya. You deserve better.”

“Nah.” You reach for his glass, taking a sip of the bitter liquor that you used to despise. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stretch his leg toward him. 

You need to keep forgetting Matt’s name, no matter what it takes or the reminiscing will surely kill you.

“Right now,” you murmur with an irresistible smirk that makes him leap at you as soon as the words pass your lips, “I just need to forget he ever existed by screaming someone else’s name.” 

Frank captures your lips in a bruising kiss, leaving you speechless and breathless all the same. 

Matt chased you, he caught you, and then he lost you. And now that Frank has you, you never want to look back. 

Now that you don't talk.

I don't have a tag list for Frank, so I'm just leaving this here.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle smut #frank castle #the punisher #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x you #frank castle x you #daredevil #charlie cox #from the vault #bonus fic #inspired by: now that we don't talk

[kayhi808]

Pretty 3

After seeing Billy at the bar during trivia night, he's been hitting up your phone, asking if he could drop by. If you didn't know better, you would think that he regretted losing you after treating you so poorly.

Or was it the fact that someone he thought so little of, would end things with him? And then to find you on a date with another man. The audacity! Its hard to believe that you once settled for his shoddy treatment of you.

You do have Matt Murdock to thank for opening your eyes to the cruelty beneath Billy's model good looks. The following day, after trivia night, you got to the library to find Matt had set up his laptop at "your" table. Matt was handsome, smart, funny and kind. He had a kindness that Billy was lacking. Over the next few weeks, your study dates often ran over into dinners.

With Matt's hand gently gripping your arm, his cane in the other, you both make your way to the pizza parlor a couple blocks away from campus. "I don't know how you do it! All those cases & torts you need to remember. How is there enough space in your brain??"

Matt chuckles, "It can't be that bad."

"I know I need Constitution Law. It's a required course, but it's the worst!" You groan and lean your head against Matt's shoulder, inhaling his cologne from his sweatshirt & giving a soft sigh. That was not missed by Matt's keen hearing & it brought a blush to his cheeks.

His hand slides down your arm & entwines his fingers with yours, "I could always tutor you." Shrugging, "If you need help."

You lift your head off his shoulder to look at him, checking to see if he's serious. Smiling, "You'd do that for me?"

A smile crosses his lips as well, "I'd do that for you," bringing the back of your hand to his lips to kiss.

"I don't have much money, but I can pay you in pizza. Starting tonight, my treat."

Matt's stomach rumbles & you laugh, "Sold! I can't pass up an offer like that."

You turn the corner & Billy Russo, steps out onto the sidewalk with a couple of his friends. Fellow Marines, by the look of them. Not knowing whether to turn around and leave to avoid him, you come to a complete stop. Matt, sensing your unease, "What's the matter?" His grip on your hand tightens.

"N..nothing." Matt can tell by the way your heart races that, that's a lie. Quickly scanning the area, he tries to pick up what's troubled you & tucks you behind him.

"Hey, Sweetheart." Billy's NEVER called you Sweetheart or any other endearment before. "It's been a while. You're looking good."

"Bill." It's easy to tell from your tone that he's the person, who's making you uncomfortable. Matt tries to move you towards the door to the pizza parlor, but Bill blocks his path.

"What's the rush? Can't you SEE we're having a conversation here? ...OH. You might have missed that." Billy gives you a smug look. "Who's your new friend?"

You roll your eyes & sneer, "What do you want, Bill?" You try to pull Matt back, but he's not budging & with his grip on your hand, he's still keeping you tucked behind him.

"Getting deployed soon. I thought we could get together before I leave. Ya know, relive old times."

Shaking your head, "No thank you. I'm busy."

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that." Bill brings his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Matt quickly drops your hand & eerily accurate, knocks Bill's hand away before he touches you.

"She said no."

You quickly get between the 2 men. You weren't sure if Billy would pick a fight with a blind guy. You face Billy & his friends, "I hope you all have a quick deployment & return safely." You back up into Matt & feel his hand at your elbow.

"If you change your mind, give me a call." He gives you a wink & his pretty smile. As he turns to walk away, he trips over Matt's cane & stumbles into his friends.

Your eyes widen in shock & fear. You turn and shove Matt through the pizza parlor door with him calling out, "Thank you for your service!" You look over your shoulder, terrified that Bill will follow you back in, but he's gone. Matt's completely unruffled with a big smile on his face.

You stand in line to place your order & once you get your number you head back to an empty table. Once settled, Matt asks, "Are you going to tell me what that was all about? Who is he? Old boyfriend?"

Scratching at the label on your beer, "He wasn't a boyfriend. He was a mistake... no. He was a life lesson."

"What's the difference between a mistake and a life lesson?"

"You may repeat a mistake. You learn from life lessons. There's no need to repeat them."

Matt holds up his bottle to you, "Here's to learning valuable life lessons."

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @ayme301

#matt murdock x reader #billy russo x reader #matt murdock #billy russo

[winters0689]

I still can’t believe that they wanted to kill Foggy and Karen off! AS IF MATT MURDOCK NEEDS MORE TRAUMA THAN THE ONES HE ALREADY HAS!!!!

The audacity to kill them off! Foggy is my guy my dude my beloved and Karen is a badass and their dynamic is fantastic!

#daredevil #daredevil born again #matt murdock #foggy nelson #franklin nelson #karen page

[pastafossa]

DONE. HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS:

I FUCKING LOVED, OUR MANWHORE IS BACK AND HE'S HERE TO SASS THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYONE. MY HIGHLIGHTS:

Legal entrance, Matt KNOWS how to enter in style, and I lost my fucking mind when he did. Side note, their legal back and forth was PERFECT.

MATT HITTING ON JEN IN THE BAR??? THE SASS??? SIR. Me whsipering the whole time, 'get him jen get him jen', but also Matt sliding in some good advice for her, because he may be snarky and sassy but he's also a kind, intelligent, thoughtful person and I loved that. He'd also be someon3le who absolutely relates to using both sides for good.

THE CAR AND FIGHT SCENE??? Matt just bouncing around??? Matt taunting and practically begging for Jen to slap that ass into next week? 100% the correct audacity level for him. Also he absolutely wants Jen to roll him, good for you baby

Side note: the Devil voice for, 'you need to back off' I am weak-kneed, my body is ready. Matt, Jesus

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, THIS EXCHANGE:

'What are you, the gold devil?

*Netflix Daredevil theme starts playing*

Matt, puffed up and showing off his suit waiting for Jen to be impressed: I'm Daredevil.

Jen:

Matt:

Jen: 🤷‍♀️

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD SUIT

OH GOD THE SEXUAL TENSION OUTSIDE THE WAREHOUSE. Him reading her heartbeat was fucking HOT.

"I'm going to do my thing." "Well I'm going to do my thing." "You don't have a thing." RIP the banter is destroying me I LOVE that we're getting to see Matt's snarky, happier side.

Me before Matt goes in: "I hope there's a hallway so he can fight in it."

30 seconds later: "THERE IS A HALLWAY! HALLWAY FIGHT! HALLWAY FIGHT! HALLWAY FIGHT FIGHT FIGHTFIGHTFIGHT!!! YOU FUCKERS ARE GONNA BE SORRY!"

The lampshaded bunch of dudes coming into the hallway only for Jen to squash them, Matt almost looked disappointed. Baby, you'll get another hallway, I'm sure. 😂

Excuse me the LEGAL FOREPLAY while FIGHTING I am LIVING for this, Jen trying to talk Frogman down while Matt wanders around kicking ass. "The gold ninja devil is a lawyer too???" "I just watch a lot of legal dramas." MATT STOP. I love them your honor, and I missed this boy. 😭

"I could take you to dinner." "Or we could skip all of that and..." YES GET HIM JEN

YES THEY'RE GONNA FUCK, AND HE'S IN THE DEVIL SUIT, HALLELUJAH, LIVE THE DREAM JEN

She can't fucking get his suit off, I am WHEEZING because seriously, how the fuck does it come off

MATT'S COMPLETELY SHAMELESS WALK OF SHAME, LIKE SHOES OFF??? BABE??? IN THE SUIT??? OUR MATTHEW MANWHORE MURDOCK IS BACK

I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN GIVEN LIFE YA'LL, SO MANY YEARS OF WAITING!

And not only did we GET our Devil back, we got to see a side of him we'd only ever caught glimpses of in the Netflix series! There's a sense of happiness with him, as if things are actually going good for him right now, and I LOVE that. We deserve to see all sides of him, what he's like when he's beaten down and when he's happy. I loved this! I NEED TO SEE IT AGAIN. I'm also so happy I could cry, fr. It's been so long since we've seen him in any substantial way. Having him back after years without means so much, and I felt like this was very much our Matt. And if you read TRT, this snarky, happier Matt completely vibes with my TRT!Matt, how I see and write him, and where I plan to have him end up - happy, Jane's rubbed off on him, confident.

As for my prediction for next week: matt represents her!

#matt murdock #daredevil #she hulk spoilers #she hulk attorney at law spoilers #she hulk #she hulk attorney at law #jen walters #charlie cox #OUR BABE IS BACK #HE HAS RETURNED AND HE IS FULL OF SASS #I MISSED HIM SO MUCH #MY DARLING #also just call meeee a shipper #She-Devil please

[alrighty-matty]

all strings attached

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Note: this was… something i wrote while i procrastinate working on my final essay. kinda like where this going, so maybe i’ll expand this story later! for now, i just want to share 😉🤍

“Matt, I’m giving you an easy, clean way out here,” you pressed your forehead against the wall, basking in the numbingly cold sensation that washed over your face. As suffocating and unfamiliar as the room was, you were incredibly thankful for how oddly cold the walls have always been. “No hard feelings.”

“Yeah?” Matt’s voice reverberated through your phone speaker. There was a soft thud of something hitting the cushion. He was probably in the living room. “And what will you tell your sister and your cousin?”

You chew the inside of your cheeks as you slowly peeled yourself away from the bedroom wall—your sister’s guest bedroom wall. “I’ll tell Clementine and Liz that you got caught up with work or something.”

Matt had the audacity to laugh. “That’s a shit excuse.”

“None of them are lawyers,” you spat. How dare he find the whole ordeal funny. “They probably won’t ask around what kind of work you got roped into.”

“But you’re also a lawyer. And my associate. Won’t you be busy with work too?”

You scrunched your nose, clenching the hem of your shirt absentmindedly. “My cousin is getting married. That’s why I’m not working.”

“Look, I’m coming. I didn’t spend the entire day packing only to run away,” Matt sighed on the other side. “My train will arrive right in the afternoon. We can grab some lunch then.”

You plopped yourself into the bed and sighed. The thought of having to face Matt again—even after you spent almost thirteen years knowing him—filled you with dread. You wondered if you had crossed the line unknowingly by now, trespassing a boundary you swore you’d never cross. Not in the years of befriending him.

And yet, he was becoming your plus one at Liz’s wedding this weekend.

“You know what’s gonna happen when you arrive here, right?” you quietly asked, almost whispering.

The line went quiet momentarily. Almost as if the whole world held its breath alongside you. “I know,” Matt said.

“You don’t have to get involved in my mess.”

“Since when has that become a problem for you?”

“Matt!” you groaned into the phone, one arm dramatically draped around your forehead like a fainting princess. “I just think that asking you to become my fake boyfriend is too much!”

“Oh, you’re capable of thinking now?” Matt said, and you swore you almost could hear his faint smirk blossoming on his stupid face. “I’m not going to ditch you and let your cousin play matchmaking with some random dude just because you can’t get yourself a date.”

“How sweet, my knight in shining armor,” you cooed, rolling your eyes.

“I was promised a free lunch for a whole month, anyway.”

“Fuck you,” you huffed a laugh, one that pulled out of your teeth so suddenly it took you a moment to register it. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”

“How exciting,” Matt cooed in return, and you just know his shit-eating grin was on full display. “See you tomorrow.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil imagine #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fluff

[deceitfuldevil]

Touch

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: You were born with achromatopsia, a condition causing you to not be able to see any color in your life. It was described best as living your life in an old black and white movie. But you had a medical condition that caused you to not be able to see color, so why were you seeing color when you came in contact with a certain blind lawyer? It didn’t make sense, but you had to pursue it. Go after your chance to see the world in color.

Warnings: borderline soulmate AU?? Karen being uncharacteristic, mentions of fainting, swearing, overuse of italics, kissing, fluff, mentions of hospitals and doctors, not proofread yet, I think the reader is referred to using she/her pronouns?

Word Count: 5.8K (whoops)

It was all so normal, so mundane; until it wasn’t.

Just another day walking along the busy streets of Manhattan, shuffling by hundreds of people just like you trying to make their daily commute to work. As you rounded a corner you side swiped a blind man with a guide cane by accident, you turned to face him and apologize. Then you were overwhelmed with shock, overwhelmed with the sight of color.

There it was, forming all around you and screaming in your face. Beautiful, bright and vibrant color, It had to be, this is what people had been describing to you your whole life. You looked back to the man you had meant to form an apology to, and he was just continuing on his way. As he rounded the corner you could see the aggressive colored lenses that adorned his face and suddenly the world was hazy, spinning and tilting all around.

The man completely disappeared onto the next street as your eyes jumped from one point of interest to the next. The rush of color everywhere was so overstimulating that before you knew it, it was all gone. More than gone in fact, everything was going black as you were pretty sure you were losing your balance. Those around started to calmor as you smiled blissfully, overwhelmed with color as you let it take you over before it all faded out completely. 

When you woke up, it was dull again; everything was dull.

Tears form in your eyes as you desperately search around frantically. Looking for a drop of the vibrance that overwhelmed you earlier. Apparently it overwhelmed you to the point of fainting in the middle of a busy New York sidewalk, because as you sat up and tears streamed down your face at the lack of color surrounding you a pair of nurses came rushing in, an unimpressed looking doctor following behind theme in suit as the nursed tended to you.

“I can’t see.” you cried, scaring the nurses for a moment. “The color, it’s gone.” you continued to cry as you brought your knees to your chest, the doctor standing at the end of your hospital bed looking unimpressed. 

“Now Ms. L/n, it says here that you have achromatopsia. So you’ve never been able to see color, correct?” The doctor said flatly, and the way he said it felt mocking.

“Yes, but-” you started.

“Then you should be all set after we get the paperwork for you, it seems you just fainted because of the heat wave going on. That’s all, have a nice day.” The doctor said with an empty voice, leaving the room just as quickly as he entered while the nurses took your IV out. 

“Color.” you spoke. “I could see color.” you added, turning to one of the nurses who was worked beyond her limit and couldn’t seem to care less. “I’ll bring your discharge paperwork in a minute.” she said briefly, then left the room. The other nurse was in the corner at a computer searching something up, before writing something down and handing you a post-it note with a name and number on it. 

“This is the number of a really good shrink in town, you should go see him.” she said with a smile as you took the post-note out of politeness and shock. Watching her leave the room, as you sat in disbelief at the audacity of people today. You signed the discharged papers, and went on your way home. 

Taking the day off work, and explaining to your disgruntled boss that you weren’t late to work but in fact had landed yourself in the hospital, you waltzed around your apartment in a disgruntled manner; displeased with the lack of color surrounding you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the rush of color you had seen. You knew what you had seen, what everyone had always said had been true. Color was this beautiful, vibrant thing that brought so much life into this world. You’d be damned if you went the rest of your life without seeing it ever again.

Your subconscious was as stubborn as you, because you now dreamed in color as well. 

Well, maybe ‘dream’ wasn't the right term. Every night, you just relived the same moment you saw color. For months. Once again the world was mundane, the only part of your life you enjoyed was the color you got to see in your dreams. You lacked care for your waking reality until your dream started to blend into reality. You knew you were consciously awake, so what did you just see? Once again making your way to work, the same man you saw when your world exploded with color was passing by you again. Only this time the world wasn’t screaming with intense chromatics, it was just him. Or really, his glasses.

Your legs kept carrying you down the sidewalk but your eyes followed the seemingly blind man as he shuffled behind another pedestrian, the glasses that rested on his face lit up in a bright passionate shade of. . . some color you’d very much like to see more of. You made your way to work, but the blind man with the adenvertous lenses never left your mind.

Since the flash of color wouldn’t leave your mind, you decided to take a visit to your optometrist after work. But after a routine eye exam, your doctor was having none of your claims that you could see color.

“I’m not sure what to tell you Ms. L/n, there’s no change in your eyes or your condition. I’m not quite sure what you think you saw, but based on the state of your eyes it wasn’t color. I’m sorry.” Your optometrist said dutifully, rolling away on his chair and flicking the lights to the exam room back on. 

“Dr. Sawyer you have to believe me, this wasn’t even like the last time! It was just one thing, these glasses, I don’t know what color it was but it just—”

“Did it look like this color? What about this one? Or this?” Dr. Sawyer said, cutting you off and showing you a variety of color samples. He was getting impatient with you, and you were disappointed to only be seeing black and white.

“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice Doctor, goodbye.” You said bitterly, not loving how right he was as you stormed out the doors.

That evening you sat on your couch with a box of takeout, turning on your favorite show. That didn't last long before your show was interrupted with the local newscaster looking gleeful. “We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news. Right in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen just a few months ago Wilson Fisk was revealed to be a kingpin of crime in the city, and tonight he’s officially been charged with involvement in various criminal activities. Here’s the small-time firm lawyers who put him away, Nelson and Murdock. 

When the pair of lawyers came on screen, it was hard to not immediately place a member of the law firm's pair as the man you had seen in color. He was identified as Matthew Murdock, and although nothing was in color at the moment you recognized him in a heartbeat. 

You rushed around your apartment to find a pen and paper, writing down the firm’s name and the name of the lawyer who you’d be paying a visit to. After a few days of panicking with this information you now possess and pacing back and forth in your place before gaining enough self confidence to bring yourself to the office of Nelson and Murdock.

Letting out a shaky breath once you reached the door of Nelson and Murdock, you reached an unsteady hand towards the doorknob. Another client leaving the office beat you to the chase though, opening the door and flashing a polite smile at the sight of you and leaving the door open for you. A blonde haired woman seated at a small desk in the front area peaked out at the open door you stood in the frame of.

“Hi, you can come on in..” she paused, waiting for you to step inside. After you had done so, she continued. “What can I help you with today?” 

“Hi I um, I need to talk Mr. Murdock? Matt?” you said quietly, as if everyone knew why you were there.

“About what?” she asked expectantly, and with the ‘well, why?’ look she was giving you, apparently just needing to speak with Matt wasn’t enough of a reason to speak with him at all. You couldn’t blame the reasoning though, he was a lawyer and at his job.

“I’m going after my. . . optometrist. Yes, I believe he purposely misdiagnosed me to save himself the work of treating me.” You made up on the spot, and on some level you would’ve liked that statement to be true. The blonde gave you a skeptical look for a moment before taking your name and number and telling you to have a seat.

Twenty-seven painstakingly slow minutes later, he exited his office space and called out for a one “Ms. L/n?”. You looked up from your seat, the sightless man was not in color but your body was buzzing with anticipation as you stood up and walked towards him. Your body running on auto-piolot once you stood in front of him, eyeing his stretched out hand as he introduced himself and extended your arm in return. Your hand running on its own accord as you shook his firmly, if you felt in control of yourself at all right now, that would not have been the move you’d made. Because now your world was exploding with color once again.

You could feel your heart begging to beat outside your chest as you took a shaky step back to stabilize yourself, now Matt was used to women becoming flustered in his presence but not like this. Then Matt realized that something was off with your heart rate, you were more than just excited. “Are you alright Ms. L/n” he asked cautiously.

No, you were most definitely not alright. But that didn’t matter right now, right now you needed to be alright. You were determined to not faint this time. “Yes, yes you’re just so, this office is so, wow.” you said in a tone of breathless awe looking around his office that is what most others would consider a dull-looking office. 

“Why don’t you take a seat?” Matt suggested, taking a step back from the doorway to his office to allow you inside. But it was too late, you were already going down. Matt used his superhuman reflexes to catch you before you hit the floor, calling out to Foggy and Karen for help. “Jesus Matt when I called you a lady-killer this morning I didn’t expect you to take it seriously.” Foggy joked at the worst time, helping Matt to sit you up as Karen called 911.

—

You awoke to a pounding in your head and vacant baby blue walls surrounding you. . . and a child’s cartoon playing softly out of the corner of your room. You lifted your sore head and turned to see a shaggy haired blond man sitting nicely in the corner chair of your room, continuing to watch the cartoon until he noticed you were awake. After fumbling with the remote he stood up and came to your bedside. 

“Hi, I’m Foggy. Nelson. Of Nelson and Murdock.” He said gantly, staring at you waiting for a response, but then adding to his introduction before you had time to form one. “The firm you were at earlier today, where you fainted. . .” he paused for another moment, leaving you unsure if you should respond. “Sorry,” apparently not. “Wasn’t sure if you remembered.” After giving him a few more moments to say anything else, you responded.

“No, yes sorry. I remember that, I just didn’t think I’d be seeing you.” you said solemnly, your words coming with an unintended sting towards Foggy.

“Sorry, I know you were probably expecting the handsome half of Nelson and Murdock.” Foggy half joked, not really sure what to say in this situation.

“No no, it’s not that it’s just that, I can’t see color again.” you said quietly.

“Again?” Foggy questioned.

“Oh um. . .” you pondered for a moment, trying to decide if telling the blind man’s partner and seemingly best friend about your situation was the best idea. “Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?” you decided yes, what’s the worst that could happen? 

“I assure you I’ve heard crazier and brushed it off as just another Tuesday.” Foggy promised, allowing for you to tell him everything.

—

“Okay so. . . let me get this straight.” Foggy said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as he attempted to get your situation straight. “You have acro..tropica?”.

“Achromatopsia, but yes go on.”

“Yeah yeah, so basically you can’t see any color. . . but when you touch Matt, you can see color?” 

“Yes, correct.” 

“Okay.” Foggy said as if it wasn’t the most odd thing he’d heard today, clasping his hands as he leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

“Okay??” You repeated back at him.

“Okay.. I’ll talk to him.” Foggy added.

“Talk to who? To Matt?”

“Who else?!”

“..and tell him what? ‘Hey that crazy client that fainted in your office earlier? Well turns out she’s completely color blind but claims she can see color when you touch her’?? Foggy! No! That sounds like the most convoluted way for a virgin to get somebody to finger them!”

“Okay then what do you want me to tell him? He’s gonna ask about you y’know.” Foggy said assuredly. 

“He is?” you asked with a hopeful tone.

“Get over yourself, not in that way. You were a potential client who fainted in his office, he’s inclined to know you’re okay and not planning to sue.”

Foggy and you had been conserving for the past two hours and he quickly went from professional lawyer to sassy bestie in about 20 minutes.

“Do you believe me?” you asked softly.

“Just in this past week I’ve heard about a teenager dressed as a spider, some scientist falling into a vat of eels and gaining eclectic powers, and a black hole we can travel through discovered in space; and it’s only Monday. The possibility that a blind man is making you see color is the most normal thing I've heard, so yes, I believe you.”

“Will Matt?” you furthered on brushing over Foggy’s labyrinthine response, but this time he fell silent. The hopeful look in your eyes made Foggy more than halfway inclined to believe your situation, and he whispered a small “I hope so.” as he gave you his card and bid you goodnight while a nurse handed you some discharge papers.

—

“. . .and you’re sure she wasn’t sent by Fisk? He only just got transferred to prison, he could’ve sent her before he was no longer allowed visitors. Send her to go after me for putting him away, maybe he’s coming after me and using an attractive woman as bait because he knows-”

“Matt!” Foggy cut him off. “I don’t think she works for Fisk, this seemed like a real issue, something that’s been really bothering her.” he concluded with a frustrated tone, not a fan of how paranoid Matt’s been since locking Fisk up. Not to say Matt wasn’t justified.

“Even if she doesn’t work for Fisk. . . I don't want to meet with her again. I’m not ready for a relationship like that.” Matt said lowly, shuffling some papers together as he stood up to collect his things.

“A relationship like what? Where you give some nice girl the ability to see color? She’s not asking to marry you Matt, I think she just wants to see the true beauty this world has to offer!” Foggy tried to reason, seeming to forget who’s ears his words were falling onto.

“Yeah, wouldn’t we all?” Matt said with a slight chuckle, grabbing his coat from a rack.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. . .” Foggy’s words fell short with embarrassment.

“Yeah, sure. Goodnight Foggy.” Matt said, trying to bid his goodbye as he opened the door to leave.

“Matt!” Foggy called out a bit sternly, causing Matt to stop in the doorway but not turn around to face Foggy.

“You’ve always said you’d do anything to see the sun one more time, and now this completely color blind girl swears on her life she can see color when she touches you, and obviously wants more color in her life which is why she’s pursuing you. You can’t tell me that if you had a chance like that to see again you wouldn’t do the same thing she’s doing.”

Foggy spoke the truth, but Matt never turned around or responded and just went on his way out of the office without another word.

You tried visiting the office of Nelson and Murdock again, but when you entered Matt was always closing the door to his office. Sometimes you’d stay for a chat with Foggy, never knowing the way Matt listened in and hung on every word you said. Unbeknownst to you Matt couldn't live with himself and the way he was avoiding you, but also didn’t know how to go about changing his ways now. It wasn’t until your 4th or 5th visit the law office when you were wearing a particularly potent perfume that Matt knew what to do. 

The perfume gave you a scent still traceable in Matt’s strong nose as the work day ended. So he uncharacteristically left the office at five p.m sharp and followed your scent throughout New York city, zeroing in on you when he entered a small $1 pizza joint. You immediately turned to the door at the sound of the bell, seeing none other than the man you had been trying to pursue for weeks standing there looking inquisitive for a moment. Your heart rate was going wayyy up and with your perfume filling his nostrils and your heartbeat pounding in his ears, Matt was sure it was definitely you. Now all he had to do was order, sit directly across from you, and wait for you to approach him. 

Approach him you did, have words prepared you did not.

“Hello?” Matt said hesitantly, as if he didn’t know you were right there.

“Hi Matt, it’s Y/n? Y/n L/n?” You said gently, chewing on your lip as you watched him rack his brain as if he didn’t know who you were and hadn’t been closing his office door at the sound of your name for weeks now. “The woman who fainted in your office a few weeks ago?” you deadpanned, not buying his mock-wonder for who you are.

Before Matt could respond, you continued on: “I know Foggy told you about my condition, and I know he told you I can see color when you touch me. I know you’ve been avoiding me, all I don’t know is why.” you concluded, being very upfront about this whole thing.

Matt was truthfully at a loss for words, so he didn’t say anything, instead he held out his hand for you to take. You stood frozen for a moment, realizing what he was allowing you to do. But this is what you’ve been chasing, so you placed your hand in his and let the color flourish.

Instantly it all came rushing back into your line of sight, the bright color of the lettered sign behind the counter that left you feeling happy and energetic. The different shades of the rich looking color lining the tiled walls, and even the dust pile left unswept in a corner of the store looked more vibrant than before. It felt so amazing and looked even better, a smile bloomed on your face as Matt could feel your heart rate dancing joyously underneath his fingertips and he held your hands in his. In a expirimentive manner, Matt gave your hand a small squeeze and your reaction was better than he could’ve imagined.

A small gasp was drawn in between your lips as your heart rate danced even faster, a ripple of vibrance rolling through your vision as your smile turned into a full blown ecstatic grin.

“Tell me what you see.” Matt whispered quietly, leaning over to your ear as you were amidst the haze of color surrounding you. 

“The color of the light is so blissfully artificial, so different from the sun; and the cheese on my pizza seems to be 2 or 3 different colors mixed in.” You said making the pizza shop seem so much more beautiful than it truly was.

“Anything else?” Matt pressed, lips now impossibly closer to your ear. Suddenly aware of his sudden closeness, your head turned back to face him. Leaning back so that your noses were just inches apart. “Your glasses.” you said just barely above a whisper. “They’re my favorite shade of. . . well anything.” You said with a small laugh.

“You don’t know the names for any of the colors. . . do you?” Matt asked in a very accusatory way, but he wasn’t wrong. You nodded in a moment of forgetfulness, but Matt continued nevertheless. “Why don't you come by my office tomorrow, and I’ll teach you some?” he said seductively, as if he’d be teaching you more than just colors. You nodded again and Matt flashed a devilish smile before leaving the pizza shop without another word.

Now you were left standing alone in an empty pizza shop, still marveling at the color surrounding you. Then you realized this was the first time you’d seen color without fainting, and immediately left the shop to go out and see the world. Your apartment may have been 32 blocks away but you were more than willing to walk it today, and even once you got home the color was still there. Your colored vision actually became an issue because it was now 2am and you could still see color, and you weren’t sure if it seemed duller because maybe the color was wearing off or maybe you were just that tired. So tired that before you knew it, all was fading from your line of sight as you drifted off to sleep.

Once you realized you had fallen asleep, you shot back up in bed some time in the late morning. Looking around frantically before realizing your world lacked color once more, then sulking back down into your bed. That was until you remembered the man who allows you to see color had invited you to his office yesterday to do just that. Hopping out of bed with the excitement of a kid on christmas to get dressed and out the door to Nelson and Murdock, entering the office with confidence this time.

You didn’t even need to converse with Karen because Matt was already opening his door as you entered the office. Throwing out all rationality left in your body you stepped quickly towards Matt and threw your arms around him, moving with him as he quickly stepped out of his doorway and closed the door behind him. You needed to see color again, you needed him.

Matt stood there with his arms at his sides, unsure what to do. Just as he was about to embrace you back, you gained some sense of semblance and unlatched your arms from around his neck and dropped back to your flat feet on the floor. 

“I uh, I have a book for you.” Matt said awkwardly, stepping back and taking a seat at his desk while pulling up a stool next to him and patting it to invite you over. Once you sat next to him, he pulled out a small children’s book from a drawer that was titled “Color Me What?” and subtitled “a color identifying book for toddlers”. In Matt’s defense, it was this or a colorblind testing book used by optometrists. 

“I’ve cleared my schedule for the day, I thought I could teach you the names for some colors. . . if you’d let me?” Matt asked gently, extending his hand out to you once again.

“Wow so when he said ‘I’ll teach you all the colors, baby’ he meant it literally.” You thought silently to yourself, okay maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that but still. . . you didn’t think he was serious. Nevertheless a good opportunity presented itself, to touch Matt Murdock and to see color.

You spent the next who-knows-how-many hours seated closely next to Matt as you reviewed and studied all the colors of the rainbow and more, your hands joined together resting on your knee the whole time.

The more ‘color study’ sessions you and Matt had, the less professional they became. They went from meeting at his office, to meeting at a diner, to a fancy restaurant, to his apartment. Matt tested you on the color of various objects in your line of sight to keep you on your toes throughout these sessions, but your answers went from “your desk is a rich shade of. . . brown.” to “the leather of your couch looks like a worn walnut.” you said with a giggle spotting Matt’s offended look as he sat next to you on his worn walnut colored couch while he handed you a glass of water. 

As personal and intimate as your color study sessions got, they never got intimate enough for you. To rephrase, Matt still hadn’t kissed you. At the end of every session you were left wondering if that was supposed to help you learn color or if it was a date. Matt’s hands rested on your hips like a boyfriend, but his words taught you like a seasoned professor. With the way every squeeze of your hand made the color extra vibrant around you, you could only dream what kissing him would do to your vision.

You sat snuggled up next to Matt as his arm rested over your shoulders holding you close, describing all the different colors you could see in his apartment; having an absolute field-day with the electronic billboard outside his apartment. You hand rested on Matt’s toned chest and you could feel his heart flutter as you described all the beautiful sights around you. Until his chest and whole body tense up and he sat up for a moment, his head tilted to one side seemingly in concentration.

“Matty? Is everything alright?” you asked softly, reached one hand out to cup his face. But Matt harshly brushed your hand away and stood up abruptly, leaving you confused and scared as you made his way to his kitchen. 

“You need to go home, y/n.” Matt said darkly.

“What? Matt, what's going on?” You said with a wavering voice.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He responded, his tone louder and firmer this time.

You didn’t dare speak another word as you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, knowing your voice would break if you tried to say anything. Matt could taste the salt of your tears on his tongue but couldn’t let that stop him from shutting you out, not when he was coming. You left Matt’s apartment with a slam of his front door and quietly crying to yourself as you made your way home. Matt stayed in his kitchen sipping a beer, waiting for the inevitable. 

“Still drinking that German piss I see.” 

“Stick.” Matt said bitterly. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the war, and we need you out there fighting with us and not in here cuddling up to your girlfriend.” Stick said with an intentional sting to his words.

“She’s not my girlfriend. . .” Matt muttered.

“Yeah but you sure wish she was. Christ kid you put Fisk away for two seconds and already think the world is safe again, getting yourself a hot piece of ass to parade around.” 

“It’s not like that, and don’t speak of her in that way.”

“I won’t have to speak of her in any way once you drop her and come fight with us, they’re gonna come after you no matter what. So you might as well have a team for one, and leave her out of this so they don’t go after her as well.” Stick said informatively.

“Why would they bring her into this?” Matt asked, suddenly caring for what Stick had to say.

“Because you care about her Matt! They’re going to go after any and everyone you care about just to get to you. So you should leave her out of this and come fight with us.”

“I’ll leave her alone. . . but I’m not fighting your stupid war with you.”

“Okay, keep playing dress up in the streets and beating up ATM robbers like it makes a difference. Doesn’t matter to me.” Stick said dismissively, leaving Matt’s apartment just as quick as he came.

Matt didn’t sleep that night, calling the office at nine a.m sharp to let Karen know that you were no longer allowed on the premises and that he wouldn’t be in today. Having heard stranger requests from Matt, she agreed and let him go for the day. Matt fell asleep a few hours later to the sound of his phone ringing off the hook with your calls.

After about a week of calling Matt non-stop and trying to visit the office you were now apparently barred from, you gave up. Men could be incredibly mysterious and confusing, but this was a new level. You decided to drown your sorrows at Josie’s, because if you had nothing else at least you had the ability to get so shitfaced you forgot about the current predicament you were in.

Iris, patchouli, magnolia. It was a whirlwind of emotions that surged through Matt, a reminder of the irresistible love affair he had with you. It was that goddamn perfume again, he could smell it anywhere. Following the scent all the way to Josie’s, it was well past two in the morning after the bar had closed. Knowing that, Matt scanned the area and sensed a thumping heart on the curb of a bus stop. A bus that was no longer running this late in the night. Making sure no one else was around, Matt came to your aid. The intense scent of your perfume filling his senses as he gently brought one hand underneath your legs and the other holding your head as he carried you to the only place he could think of, his apartment.

Delicately placing you on his couch, Matt fetched a blanket for you. As he covered you up with the warm blanket his heart roared with a strong emotion he refused to acknowledge, instead opting to just place a small kiss to your forehead as he left you to rest for the night.

When you woke, your head was throbbing and pounding with regret for your actions from the night before. Opening your eyes and scanning around wherever you currently were, not immediately recognizing the apartment. But the realization that you were seeing in color hitting you first, then you realized why. This was Matt’s apartment. . . but you didn’t go home with Matt. The, oh god. The devil, the devil of Hell’s Kitchen took you here. Matt was. . .

“Matt!?” you shouted out in a panic, looking around frantically as you hugged your knees to your chest. Spotting a black a red suit hung over a chair before Matt emerged from his bedroom with gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a tight black tee shirt. You looked quickly between Matt and the suit rested on the chair.

“You’re. . . you’re.. Dared-” you tried to exclaim, but Matt was clasping his hand over your mouth in the blink of an eye.

“Yes.” Matt breathed you, his sightless gaze trying to meet your fearful eyes. “That's. . . that’s why I shut you out. I lead this life and I didn’t want you to get hurt by it.”

You stared at Matt for a moment, his eyes just missing the mark of yours as he removed his hand from over your mouth. “Matty. . .” you started off, reaching your hand out to his jaw; reminiscent of the last time you’d seen him. Only this time Matt didn’t push you away, but rather leaned into your touch. “I don’t care if you’re the devil of hell’s kitchen or some small-time lawyer, it doesn’t matter to me who you are or what you’ve done. I love you for you, I want to be with you and see all the beautiful colors this world has to offer every day; no matter what that looks like.” you assured him as a tear fell from your eye.

Now knowing his feelings were requited, Matt had no reason to hold back anymore. He mirrored you and brought a hand to your jaw and pulled you in for a searing kiss. His lips moved passionately against yours as if to say “I love you too, I think I always have.”.

When he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open, the world was more vibrant and colorful than ever. All because Matt Murdock gave you his touch.

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A/N

I’ll be damned if I went without posting a fic at least every other week for the first time in months, so there I sat clocking out this fic mostly from the hours of 2am to 5am stoned out of my mind. Finishing it off right around the time I wanted to post it, before even eating or getting out of bed for the day. God tier way to spend my day off tbh. Fun fact I got the idea for this story when looking through my book ideas from 2017, and this whole idea was supposed to be a soulmate AU whole chapter story but I never got up to writing it so now that I actually did write it. . . it’s pretty long ;) anyways I hope you all enjoyed this fic and I promise I’ll proof-read it another time.

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—Skyler

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okay three stars means three passages hell yes!!! they're all from pathetic because that's basically all i've written in the past five months

1.) okay so there's that lame little e-65 ice skating fic i shoved into Pathetic, where Foggy gets a little too used to sitting in his misery and Matt takes him ice-skating? Direct parallel to the fic in the series that came before it where Otomo drags him to his feet to keep him from a depressive episode. That was deliberate on my part.

2.) King of the Dirt, Chapter 26

I am going to say "this is one of my favorite chapters" about every chapter in this fic, but it was genuinely so much fun to write. Help me, I think I've grown attached to a side character. ON THE SUBJECT of Otomo, and his relationship with Matt:

“I don’t care about the district attorney. He’s useless to me. He’s nothing. Garbage. Kaput. Do you get it?”

A few beats of silence passed. Otomo was notoriously stoic, and thus gave no tells as to what he was thinking, but Matt got the sense he was annoyed with him. 

“Do you know what it took to convince the Hand to work with you?” he asked abruptly. “I warned you to leave, and you didn’t. I tell you there is a way out, and you will not take it. Are you completely set on killing yourself by our sword?” 

“Are you completely set on letting me live?” Matt fired back. 

Tells or no, he knew that had touched his pride. Otomo valued nothing more than his station; a better soldier than Matt could ever be. 

Imagine you dedicate like a decade of your career to training the rookie at work- he's like, the boss's son. You remember him being in the office when he was like, 14. The corporate loyalty has long since rotted him from the inside out, and although you're not like, The Big Boss, you are high ranking. This place is a nightmare, but it is a very lucrative job, the highest paying you've ever had, that you ever will have, and you will be dead in the ground before you fail.

And then. This little fucker not only gets fired on purpose, he leaves the office in FLAMES on his way out the door. And of course your manager is on your ass about it, your whole career is now in jeopardy, and they send you to go find the little bastard and kill him.

You meet up, and- okay, so you got a little attached. So what? Nobody else makes fun of the CEO like he does. Probably your favorite coworker. And he has the AUDACITY to just... have another job lined up. He's like "Yeah, life's actually amazing when you don't work for The Worst Guys Ever. I'm super happy without them."

You can't bring yourself to kill this guy. You let him live, tell him to run like hell. Corporate is on your ass. The next time you meet after that, you don't have that option. One of you is fucking dead, and it's not gonna be you.

You still can't do it.

The kid survived the worst nightmares your company threw at him. He got out of the "we're family here" trap. You just can't do it.

3.) Thicker Than Blood, Chapter 6

“I’m sure you’ll make a great lawyer someday, Mister Murdock, but-”

“Mister Lancaster,” he soothed, “it is my firm.”

“Matt-” Foggy started.

“Foggy,” he cooed, interrupting him. “Your name belongs on that sign.” 

Tears. He didn’t hear them roll over his cheeks, but he knew they were welling at the corners of his eyes. Matt smiled at him, allowing every ounce of genuine, broken fondness he possessed to show through it. 

Foggy didn’t have any further arguments. 

I'm so proud of this little snippet. I think it's more effective in context, but it's sooooo disturbing to me. Because this is after Matt weasels his way into inheriting Rosalind's firm. The firm that was explicitly not left to Foggy. After Matt killed her, and Foggy knows that, deep down.

Because at this point, Matt is fond of Foggy. He is his specialest boy in the whole wide world and everybody had better clap before he comes in or he'll blow everything up. And Foggy is genuinely grateful for that! He doesn't know what to do about it, because he feels awful, but he's not sad. He's not upset that Matt likes him, he's just fucking terrified of him.

Thank you so much this was really fun <3333333333333333

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PLS THAT IMAGE OF HIM IS STUCK IN MY HEAD FOREVER

I CAN HEAR IT IN MY HEAD

the audacity to look so innocent like “foggy it’s not my fault i’m so fuckable?? look at me???”

#matty foggy just wants to be your pool partner sometimes too #let him hold your hand and give your fine ass a lil smack #he’s such a shithead I can’t stand him sometimes #I still love him tho #matt murdock #daredevil #court answers #court rambles