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Tell me im lying
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silverflameataraxia · 25 days
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Frank's reactions to Karen being in danger
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lotrefcp · 1 month
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A Matt Murdock One-Shot
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pairing/AU: Matt Murdock x female!reader
summary: Matt asks to "see" you
warnings: none really, I don't think,...
word count: 1557
Foggy and Karen had already left, after dinner at Matt's house, but you were still there, sitting next to him on the couch. After the meal, everyone gathered in the living room to catch up, especially with you, as the other three worked together. You met the group of friends when you started working in the office next to theirs, starting to meet daily, when arriving or leaving work or during meal times and quickly joined the trio, participating in their usual trips to Josie's or in the various meetings arranged at one of their houses or, after a while, at yours.
Matt was facing your direction, arm placed on the back of the couch, and his gaze rested at more or less level with your chin. You didn't know why he asked you to stay when you were preparing to say goodbye to him at the same time as the other two and, at that moment, with the silence that reigned in the space and with the attention he gave you in that position, the anxiety started to build up inside you. Matt could hear your pulse quickening, the heat rising to your face.
“Y/N...”, he started to say.
“Matt...”, you replied lightly.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
"Of course. Anything.”, you said with relief in your voice, although it was short-lived.
“”Can I see you?”, he asked, lifting his face a little, trying to find the position of your eyes.
“If you can see me? I wish you could.” Matt chuckled softly.
“What I want to ask is if I can touch your face, see you in my own way.”, he explained. Your heart began to pump the blood that coursed through your veins much faster. He easily realized this. “But if you don’t want to, that’s... that’s okay.”, he quickly added. “I know you don’t like physical contact, but...”
"What do you mean by that? That I don’t like physical contact.”
“Y/N, I may be blind but I’m not completely oblivious to what’s going on around me. Whenever I place my hand on yours when we're talking, or rest it on your leg to draw your attention to something, you move away, you withdraw. And I don't want to abuse it, but we've known each other for months and I have no idea what you look like.”, he continued.
"I don’t to that. You can ask anyone. I never withdraw from anyone’s touch.” Matt noticed a small hesitation at the end of your last sentence. He realized that you weren't lying but that this wasn't the whole truth either. “And regarding my appearance, it is better for you to remain ignorant about that. I'm no Karen or Marci. I’m the “sore thumb” of the group that stands out everywhere.”
"What?"
"Yes. You are all beautiful, with a self-esteem to be envied. But I'm not like that. Quite the opposite. I'm the one who stays behind when friends are invited for a drink, the one who sits at the table when everyone else finds company to dance. And I never had a problem with that.”
"But..."
“But it's nice to be with someone without having to think about the way my nose wrinkles when I smile, or without having to cover my profile when I'm looking to the side, without having to think that they're looking at me with pity or with displeasure.”
“Don’t think like that. I may not know what your face looks like but I know that what you’re saying is not true.”
“Oh, you know? With your telepathic powers?”, you replied while trying to make your laughter lighten the atmosphere. Matt didn't know how to respond. You didn't know about his abilities and he didn't want to scare you with the truth. After thinking for a while, he finally spoke again.
“Because I hear what the people around us say about you when we are on the street, I can see the smile of the men in your direction.”
“Do you listen to other people’s conversations? Do you know that’s bad manners, right?”
“Unfortunately I can’t control it. Have you never heard that when you lose one sense, the others become stronger?”
"Are you serious? You can hear what others say, even if they’re not next to you.”
"Yes, I can."
“Okay.”, you said with some hesitation. “But you can't be sure that what they say is about me. There are always so many women around you, beautiful women. You look like a magnet. They could be talking about any of them.”
“Yes they could, you’re right, but they’re not. But you give me one more reason to want to “see” you. To make sure they are talking about you.”
"I don't know."
“Didn’t you say that you don’t have any problems with people touching you? So, what's the harm? I am your friend regardless of your appearance. I just wanted to get to know you better.”
“Yes, I’m not afraid of being touched but...”
"But what?"
"... Nothing. But nothing.”, you ended up saying after thinking about how to approach the subject. “If you insist so much, ok, you can touch my face.”, you finished, looking down at the space between the two of you on the sofa, which, little by little, became smaller. He approached you and, taking off the glasses that covered his eyes and placing them on the living room table, he raised his arms towards you. And, seeing him so close to you, with his eyes freed from the red lenses of his glasses, you felt your face get even redder and your heartbeat speeding up even more. Never before did you think it could beat so fast. Once again, Matt noticed the acceleration of your heart and finally realized something. You hadn't lied, you didn’t run away from people's touch, you had run away from his touch. You ran away from your reaction to the contact with him, with his skin, with the weight of his hand on your hand, on your leg. This thought made a smile appear on his lips. And finally his hands brushed your face. Gently he ran the tips of his fingers across your forehead, with his thumbs outlining your chin, then going to the apples of your cheeks. Without realizing it, you closed your eyes at the sensation of his touch. He continued running his fingers over your closed eyelids and down your nose. He let out a small laugh that made you turn your face away from him. "Don’t, sorry. Don’t walk away.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Nothing, don’t worry. I just realized that you actually have a bump on your nose.”
“I told you I had a crooked nose, that I had an terrible profile.”
"It's perfect."
“What?”
“The bump on your nose. It's perfect." He placed his hands on your face again, continuing to feel every millimeter of your skin. “Every bit of your face is perfect. Even what you consider imperfect. Beautiful."
"Don’t say that. It’s not true." His fingers then began to venture across your lips, making you open your mouth slightly. “Matt?”
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
“Do you know how long I’ve been imagining your lips, their softness, their taste?”
“What?”, you asked, trying to move your face away again, the burning in your chest increasing, but he placed a hand on either side of your cheeks, preventing you from running away again. He was now sure that you wanted him as much as he wanted you and he wasn't going to let you escape any longer.
You could see his lips approaching you, his breath warming your mouth. And slowly, his mouth touched yours. So soft, so full. When your mouths moved away from each other you could see the concern on his face. You hadn't responded to the kiss.
"Sorry. I shouldn’t have done this.”, Matt said, nerves getting the best of him.
"You shouldn’t?"
“Do you think I should? You didn’t respond to the kiss.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“No, I misread the situation. This shouldn't have happened. I apologize."
“Stop apologizing.”
“But then…”
“But then my brain froze. It's still a little slow. I think I need one more try to see if it can process the situation.” Matt smiled brightly. “Do you see why I ran away from your touch? Because my brain couldn't process everything I felt. And I didn’t like feeling that way, especially knowing that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.”
“And I'm always trying to touch you to feel that same way.” And saying this he advanced on you again, taking possession of your lips once more. This time your hands rested on his chest and he placed his on the back of your neck, his fingers mixing with your hair. His tongue began to gently force its way into your mouth and soon they met in one movement of their own, savoring each moment as if this first time would be the last. When you were running out of breath, he moved away from you and, raising his face a little more, placed a kiss on your forehead, then letting you rest your face on his chest, a smile occupying the lips that just a few seconds ago were his.
“You really are perfect.”, he ended up saying, holding you against him.
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andaniellight · 2 years
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[SCRAMBLING FOR MIC FOAMING AT THE MOUTH VISIBLY VIBRATING]
[FORCIBLY GETS DRAGGED OUT SCREAMING KICKING MUFFLED YELLING]
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lixxen · 3 months
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Local ghost boy introduces his two dads:
The literal devil who has daddy issues, easily annoyed with religious people, and not serious
A blind Catholic vigilante who has daddy issues, so much guilt, and a horrible relationship with god
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pknz19 · 2 years
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JEN WALTERS X MATT MURDOCK IS A RARE WIN FOR THE STRAIGHTS
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DAREDEVIL Season One & Two Behind the Scenes
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vintageaesthetic20 · 3 months
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This man makes me think things that are so not innocent.
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castlevolkihar · 5 months
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she’s so cute i can’t
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pollsforpondering · 3 months
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marvelgaynesstothemax · 6 months
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Foggy: I’m always the last one to know everything…
Karen: That’s not true.
Foggy: Yes it is! I was the last one to know about you falling off a table while drunk. I was the last one to know that Matt was wearing his shirt backwards. I was the last one to know about Frank’s crush on Matt-
Matt, from his office: WHAT?!?!
Foggy: Oh, well second last to know now.
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nitragreen13 · 14 days
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Hot man🔥
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lovelyladylavie · 2 months
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If u know u know.
(I finally wrote that fic about this i dreamed up awhile ago:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54327457
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vampirealpaca · 22 days
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Daredevil :D
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pposyaa · 3 months
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stupid matt doodle from my sketchbook
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Okay so after watching the echo trailer which was phenomenal by the way I have a few opinions:
1. Haha I told you all Daredevil would be back in his original suit (even though I think the gold and red one did not suck)
2. Everything had an echo and that was amazing I love that thank you so much marvel
3. It's bloody, it's gory, it's serious, it gives me really high hopes for Daredevil born again because I know everybody on this platform is really worried that it's not going to hold a candle to the original one, but after this trailer and seeing the intensity and blood I feel like Daredevil will be the same if not more so
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