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chvoswxtch · 3 months

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court, you’re the only person i can think of that would understand this on the level i do…

jessica and elektra fighting for readers attention and just end up both having their way with r after realizing they can (competitively) share

that’s all..🩵

I don't think i've ever written something so fast

I got carried away (as usual) but I have a feeling you're not going to mind at all

happy valentine's day from me to you <3

warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors please dni), word count 2.3k

sharing.

At first it was confusing. You couldn’t comprehend why two of the hottest women in New York, two of the hottest women you had ever seen period, seemed to want to spend so much time around you. Jessica Jones, who never wanted unsolicited advice or help from anyone, seemed to want your opinion on every case she was working on lately, claiming she needed an extra pair of eyes. And Elektra Natchios, who could have anyone out of the countless people throwing themselves at her feet, was constantly needing a last minute plus one to lavish galas and decadent events, and you were the company she chose.

You didn’t think much of it. Alias Investigations was only composed of three people, and Jess had been taking on a lot more clients lately. She knew you had a strong interest in investigative work, and she enjoyed your fresh perspective. Ellie told you the tenuous small talk was easier with you at her side, and she had said the events would be a great networking opportunity for you to make influential connections in your chosen career path; to which she hadn’t been wrong.

On the surface, it seemed like they were both just being really good, yet unexpected, friends.

However, when Jessica and Elektra crossed paths in your company, you noticed something strange.

In the rare instances the three of you happened to all be in a room together, there was an undeniable tension between Jess and Ellie. Initially you thought it was just because the two were so starkly different. Jessica was a brute force to be reckoned with that had an affinity for whiskey and zero tolerance for petty bullshit. Elektra was a charming manipulator that had more money than God and could cut people down with words sharper than the blade strapped to her inner thigh. You thought it was the graphic dissonance in their personalities that made them appear to despise one another until Karen cracked the code with a knowing smirk on her pink lips.

“They’re both into you.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, babe. You’re not that dense. Think about it.”

Ever since Karen planted that seed, it had been uncontrollably growing inside your head like wild ivy, each sprout blooming with new buds of realization. Everything began to shift into focus. Elektra sending outfits to your apartment that were elegant, but left little to the imagination, and were styles that she had specifically chosen for you. Jessica coming by your place late at night, the case she feigned needing help with long forgotten on your coffee table with each refill of your glass. Elektra looping her arm through yours every time the two of you went somewhere, like a possessive show of ownership. Jessica placing her hand on your lower back to usher you inside every time she opened the door for you, shooting anyone that dared get too close to you a menacing glare.

The hunger in both of their eyes every time they looked at you.

You couldn’t believe you had been so blind. The clues had been right there in front of your face the entire time, but you hadn’t even been aware there was a mystery to solve. It never once crossed your mind that the two women you fantasized about late at night when tides of loneliness had your hand slipping between your thighs, pretending it was one of theirs instead, that they could actually be craving the exact same thing.

Once it all clicked in your brain, you didn’t know how to act around them anymore, and you weren’t sure how to bring it up. Now when Elektra treated you to lunch and reached across the table to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you didn’t see it as a friendly gesture anymore. That was something a lover would do. And when Jessica let herself into your office, setting an iced coffee on your desk from your favorite cafe while plopping down in the chair across from your desk to complain about her latest case, you saw it for what it really was. An excuse to see you.

Knowing they were both into you had your mind unraveling strand by strand. How could you just pick one of them? Did you have to? Would they be upset if you didn’t pick?

After overthinking it to the brink of insanity and guzzling an entire bottle of wine for liquid courage, you impulsively invited them both over to your apartment. Despite the late hour, both of them responded immediately and were at your front door in record time.

To say they were annoyed to see each other was an understatement, but before they could get stuck in yet another passive aggressive argument, you cleared your throat to get their attention.

“I want you both.”

A crease of puzzlement furrowed in the middle of Jessica’s forehead while Elektra raised one of her perfectly arched brows in an expression of amusement complimented by a ruby painted smirk.

“Sharing has never been my forte, darling.”

Swallowing thickly, you straightened your shoulders as you appeared to make yourself seem a little taller while crossing your arms across your chest.

“Sharing is what you do when you care about someone, Ellie.”

Elektra let out a dark laugh, tilting her head to the side slightly as her deep brown eyes narrowed in your direction. Her ruby painted lips parted when she bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, and it sent an icy chill down your spine.

“Look how cute she is, pretending she’s in charge. Over indulged a bit and feeling brave, are we?”

Elektra motioned with her head towards the empty wine bottle lingering on the coffee table, and your lips parted as you went to speak, but nothing came out. You hadn’t really planned this out well. In your perfect scenario, the two of them would simply give in and agree to your demands, but you seemed to forget that you were dealing with two of the most headstrong people you had ever met.

When Jessica seemed to grasp what was going on and what you were implying, her full lips tugged upwards into a devilish smirk, and she slowly peeled her leather jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.

“I think she is. You gotta admire her attempt. It’s kinda cute.”

Elektra crossed her arms over her chest, her dark eyes roaming over your entire figure, the ravenous hunger in them further amplified by the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains.

“What should we do with her?”

“Why don’t we give her what she wants?”

Elektra turned her head to look at Jessica with an expression of incredulity.

“You think she’s earned it?”

Jessica took a step closer towards Elektra, staring down into her eyes intently, their noses barely an inch apart. Elektra had such a large personality and a commanding presence that you forgot she wasn’t the tallest person in the room.

“I don’t give a shit what she’s earned. I know what I want, and I’m pretty fucking tired of waiting. So, do you really wanna hold off just to teach a lesson? Or do you wanna help me fuck her senseless?”

Nothing could have prepared you for those words slipping out of Jessica’s mouth, or the way they knocked the very breath out of your lungs and made you nearly come on the spot. The way they were speaking about you like you weren’t even there should have made your blood boil, but it only aroused you further. And when Elektra turned her head to look at you with a wicked grin, you knew you were done for.

“Alright then. I suppose I could make an exception.”

And that’s how you found yourself tied up to your own bed, helplessly watching as Jessica and Elektra ate your pussy at the same time. It didn’t take much of Jessica’s strength to keep your hips pinned down to the mattress, and no matter how hard you tried to move, she wouldn’t let you budge. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open from the intensity of the pleasure, but you didn’t want to miss a second of the erotic sight in front of you.

Elektra and Jessica were both naked and nestled between your thighs, making them spread as far apart as they could go. They took turns gliding their warm tongues along your soaked cunt, lapping at your clit and suckling it between their lips. Each of them had a finger slipped inside your tight heat, pumping steadily at a synchronized rhythm that had your lower stomach contracting. When they turned their heads to lick you at the same time, your clit got caught in the tandem of their tongues tangling together, and it had you arching your back off the mattress.

“Fuck…”

A soft whimper escaped your lips when Elektra and Jessica turned their attention to each other for a moment, and you watched as they shared a sensual kiss, tasting your arousal on one another’s lips, all while fingering you still. It was the hottest sight you had ever seen, and it had you on the edge of combusting. It was absolute torture not being able to touch them or taste them in return.

“Jess…Ellie…please.”

“What is it, pretty girl?”

Jessica’s tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip as she looked up at you through half mooned eyes, and Elektra grinned while she leaned in to teasingly brush her lips over your clit.

“I think our pretty girl wants to come.”

Elektra wrapped her soft warm lips around your clit, flicking her tongue over it repeatedly, and Jessica took the opportunity to reach behind her to slip her other hand between Elektra’s thighs, slipping two of her fingers into her wet pussy. Elektra let out a savory moan that rippled against your clit in a way that had your thighs trembling.

“F-fuck-”

“Is that it, baby girl? You wanna come?”

“Yes…yesyesyes, please.”

Jessica sank her teeth down into her bottom lip, glancing between the look of sheer desperation on your face while you begged, watching the way Elektra devoured your soaked cunt, and then admiring the way her fingers were slowly fucking you and Elektra simultaneously.

“I bet I could make you both come at the same time. What do you think Ellie, you wanna come too?”

Elektra retracted her lips from your clit only for a moment, looking up at Jessica in pure insatiable desire as breathless pants escape her parted lips.

“I like a challenge.”

Jessica’s full lips parted into a huge grin as she leaned in closer, nipping at Elektra’s bottom lip roughly.

“Then keep going.”

Jessica was fucking you with her fingers at a pace that was almost inhuman, curling them upwards to rub against that divine spot inside of you that made you forget your own name. Elektra was sucking on your clit ardently, and her own moans of pleasure were frantically vibrating against your sensitive nub from the way Jessica was fucking her with her fingers. Your jaw was completely slack, nothing coming out besides incoherent noises. You had never felt anything like this before, and the intensity was nearly overwhelming. The obscene sounds of Elektra slurping on your pussy, her salacious moans, the lewd squelching of Jessica’s fingers fucking both yours and Elektra’s cunts, and Jessica’s filthy praises were only pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? To be fucked like a good little slut?”

“Jess-”

“Oh I wasn’t just talking to you, pretty girl. I was talking to her too. Seems like all you both needed was a little attitude adjustment.”

Jessica slipped her fingers out of Elektra’s pussy only for a second to smack her palm roughly against her ass, leaving a perfectly reddened outline of her handprint on Elektra’s skin. Elektra let out a sharp moan in response, fisting the sheets tightly in her hands when Jessica suddenly slipped her fingers back into her eager cunt without warning. Jessica let out a dry laugh when Elektra raised her ass higher in the air.

“I knew you’d like that you spoiled brat.”

You weren’t sure if it was Jessica’s fingers or Elektra’s mouth that sent you catapulting into the void of ecstasy, but your throat was raw from the scream that ripped through it as you began to convulse uncontrollably. Your entire body trembled violently from the aftershocks of such a potent explosion of gratification. The restraints around your wrists had rubbed your delicate skin sore and tender from how hard you had been tugging at them, but that pain didn’t even register in your brain at the moment. All you could focus on was how weightless you felt, as if you were floating amongst the clouds with a blissful fucked out smile on your lips.

“I think we broke her.”

Elektra’s velvet cadence was distant in your ears, but it still filled your body with a sense of warmth along with the familiar sound of Jessica’s dry laugh.

“I think she just needs a minute. Clearly her sex life has been a goddamn joke.”

“Well, while she recovers, I’d like to see just how unbreakable you are.”

“Do your worst.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

A tingle spread throughout your lower half when you felt the two of them shifting on the mattress, and you forced yourself back into a conscious state, wanting to witness the spectacle you were about to have a front row seat to.

You could definitely get used to sharing.

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) a devil in a centrefold

a devil in a centrefold

daredevil | elektra/matt explicit, 5k After a bloodied night of vigilantism, Elektra takes care of Matthew the only way she knows how: she pegs him.

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 6 months

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moon song - m. murdock

a/n: oh boy. uh. thanks for all the love on my last fic, so i decided to give you an incredibly angsty fic. this one is for all my male readers but honestly i want everyone to read it so. as always, reblogs, feedback and comments are always appreciated! warnings: internalized homophobia, cursing, infidelity, angst, hurt/no comfort, casual homophobia (teasing not anything insane) catholic guilt and symbolism, bisexual karen page, i'm not an elektra anti, making out, alcohol to cope, reader has a lot of coming out moments word count: 3.4k summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you? pairing: matt murdock x male!reader now playing: moon song - phoebe bridgers "and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands"

You’re in Josie’s when they realize. It’s like any other night, Foggy to your left, Karen to your right, as you watch Matt and Elektra play pool together. You take another swig of your whiskey, and tap your fingers on the glass, desperately attempting to try and listen to what Karen and Foggy were laughing about.

Two more weeks. That’s all you have to do.

In two weeks, Matt and Elektra will be married, and that’ll be that. They’ll live forever in their New York penthouse, fighting criminals and having beautiful children. That is their fate, and you’ll give your best man speech at their wedding.

All will be well, and you can bury your feelings deep down under alcohol and other women. No one will ever know what you really think of the happy couple.

You’re happy when Matt beats her at pool and they head back over to your table, where they absolutely hang over each other.

“We’re gonna head out.” Elektra says, a slightly drunken smile on her face. Matt hums and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Meeting with the florist tomorrow.” Matt tells you all.

“I’m going to grab another drink,” You announce, and look at them. “One for the road?” Matt smiles at you, and for a moment, you think he must know.

“I’ll come grab one with you.” He turns to Elektra to ask if she wants one, but she shakes her head.

“I have to finish this one.”

So, you and Matt head over to the bar, his hand on your arm. You wonder if he knows.

“You seem distracted,” he tells you, and you figure you’re caught.

“Just working on my best man speech. It’s all up here.” You tap your forehead. You order two shots for the pair of you and take them quickly with your best friend. “Getting excited?”

“Yeah, it’s just kind of crazy. I’m nervous, is all.. And she seems to be totally fine with the whole thing.”

You bite back a bitter comment about both of their commitment issues.

“I think she’s just as nervous as you are.”

“I can hear heartbeats. Trust me, she’s not.”

“But you’re in love with her, right?”

If you weren’t so drunk, maybe you would catch his moment of hesitation.

“Yeah.”

“Then what more do you need?”

“You’d marry someone just because you’re in love with her? That’s all you need?”

Not just someone. You know who you’d marry.

“That’s all I need, Matty. You think too much. Have another shot.” He laughs at this and pats your shoulder.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“Says you, I’m a bachelor, still.”

“So am I—For the next two weeks.”

“And yet,” a voice says behind you, “You’re still accounted for.” Elektra says, approaching the pair of you at the bar.

You both turn to her. You’re drunk enough so you don’t tense.

She hands Matt his jacket, and they link arms. Jealousy fills your mouth, and it tastes like venom.

“Elektra.” You smile and nod to her.

She says your name before adding, “Have a goodnight.”

“Goodnight.. Get home safe, Matt.” You say, smiling at them as they leave.

You turn back to the bar, where your smile falters. You take a seat, resting your head in your hands. You’re not drunk. That’s not what this is. When you look up, Josie is there and hands you another whiskey on ice and sends you this knowing wink.

Your face burns, and you nurse your drink. What did she know about your life? You only spent every Friday and sometimes Saturdays here. You sit there in your pity for a while, thinking about it all. You’ll plan a vacation for when they get home from their honeymoon. You’ll fuck someone you’ll never see again and by the time you get back home, you’ll be over it.

You’ll be the godfather to their first child; Matt will be the best man at your own wedding. You’ll live the rest of your life with this deep dark secret that no one, not even your best friend, will ever know.

Except, you forget that Karen and Foggy are in the bar too. They slide into the seats next to you and just look at you for a while.

“I might be tipsy, and I might not have super senses, but I can tell you’re looking at me. What is it?” You finally pick your head up and look at them.

“I figured it out.” Karen says.

You’re too drunk for this.

“Figured what out, Miss Page?” You ask.

“Me too,” Foggy adds. “And to think, you almost had us.”

“What?”

“The bachelor life. The one-night stands. The constant rotating door of girlfriends because you can’t have the one you actually want.” She continues.

You feel sick. How did they know?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, as neutrally as possible but it comes out defensive.

Then Foggy says it.

“You’re in love with Elektra.”

And you stop. They think they have you. Then, you start laughing. Like a crazy person, like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. God, it’s so dumb. You’re just that good at hiding it.

“Nice try, guys.”

“We saw the way you were looking at her while they were playing pool! That’s why you’ve been acting so weird since they got engaged.” Foggy reasons. You know what it looks like.

You took another sip.

“That’s because I’m not in love with her,” Elektra is intelligent, beautiful, and funny. Anyone would be lucky to have her, you’re sure. But you hate that she’s happy for another reason. “It’s because I’m in love with Matt.”

• • •

You’re nineteen years old. You work at a pizza place between semesters, with Matt often coming to visit you. You’re best friends, and he likes to come in, grab a slice and a diet coke, have you take your break with him, and then leave.

One day, he’s late to do this routine and an older coworker says to you, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Your face burns.

“He’s not my boyfriend, asshole! I’m not gay, I wouldn’t ever dream of it!” You had said, a story you’ve told others and yourself so many times that it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore.

Matt walks in a few minutes later.

The truth is, if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve had feelings for Matt for a long time. Ever since you met him at church one Sunday, you’ve felt this need to be closer to him, to be with him all the time.

You knew what it was then, just like you know now. And just like now, you hated yourself for it.

But it got worse over the years, in a way that you just couldn’t push down like you had done for so many other people.

You became a nurse and when Matt became Daredevil, he used this fact to his advantage. And for a long time before this, you were able to keep how you felt about him at bay. You were able to just be his best friend, and nothing more.

But he crawled into your window one night, drunk on pain and whimpered as he asked you to stitch him up. By the time you were done, he laid there half naked on your couch, and your hands were covered in his blood.

You felt guilty for wanting him while he lay there, wounded. But in another way, you felt baptized, relieved that you were allowing yourself to accept a truth that you had denied for so many years.

And it got worse from there.

After admitting to yourself that you had feelings for him, it became prevalent that there was no going back.

You stopped by the office for lunch this one time and you walked into his office to see him lounging casually at his desk, tie half undone, sleeves rolled up, and hair slightly disheveled. You scolded yourself for being so into him.

And then he got back together with Elektra.

For a while, you figured this was a good thing. A great thing, even. Matt would date Elektra and you could move on, maybe admit to yourself that you liked guys and start dating more of them.

And it worked, for a little bit. It was easier to not love him when he was around Elektra because of how obviously happy he was with her.

Then they got engaged.

You were so angry at yourself for letting it happen, so angry at yourself for not saying anything, angry at him for not noticing, angry at him for not wanting you.

So, you started to date other girls.

And this is how you lived for so long, dating women you didn’t like in favor of burying the immense love you felt for your best friend. Until last week, when you broke up with your girlfriend because you just couldn’t take it anymore.

There would be no telling Matt, sure, but there would be no telling anyone how in love with him you were, there would just be you, coming out and dating men that eased the longing for him.

Until that night at the bar, when Foggy and Karen catch you in this vulnerable state.

They walk you home from the bar that night, as you slip into a drunker and drunker mind. You won’t remember anything after that confession in the morning.

Karen hands you your pajamas and a glass of water. She helps you into bed and holds you as you cry.

“Will he ever know how much I love him?” You ask, drunk and in a different pain Matt was in that night you stitched him up.

Karen shushes you gently and tells you she’ll call you in the morning.

You don’t remember saying that in the morning. All you know is that you’ve made an immeasurably stupid mistake by telling them.

• • •

On Monday, you have off because you worked a 12-hour shift the night before.

Foggy sends you a text asking you to bring them dinner while they work on some cases.

You oblige, ready to push down your feelings until the next time you’re drunk.

But when you get there, you don’t see Matt. You assume he’s in another room, grabbing coffee. You hold up their dinner.

“Hey guys, I brought Chinese.” You tell them, sitting at the table after handing them the bag. You lean back in your seat, keeping your cool.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’re in love with Matt?”

You snap back up.

“I’m sorry, can you be a little more discrete, considering the man has super hearing?!”

Karen rolls her eyes.

“He’s not here. He left a little while ago to go pick up his tux.”

Your jaw clenches, jealousy sewing the hinges shut.

“I didn’t even realize you were into guys.” Foggy says.

“That was intentional. I never really.. developed feelings for any other guys. Matt is just..” You look down at the chopsticks you’ve been twirling in your fingers. “I just see him and there’s nothing I want more than to just have him, nothing more than to just beg him to want me.”

Karen and Foggy both know the feeling.

Because it’s no secret that Matt is this alluring force of nature especially when it comes to his charisma and determination. Everyone either wants him or wants to be him, and its why Elektra is so perfect for him. They’re similar people.

And who are you? Some nurse who can’t even admit when he’s got it bad for his friend.

“You should tell him before the wedding.”

You scoff at the idea.

“And ruin our friendship? Ruin his wedding day? I’d rather see him happy and oblivious than lose him completely.”

But Karen and Foggy know you well and can see how this is starting to wear on you. You’re losing yourself grieving something that could never have been.

“You owe it to him and to yourself.”

“I don’t. I know you guys’ care, and I appreciate it. But there isn’t anything to do. Matt and Elektra are going to get married because they love each other and that’ll be that.” You tell them. “Matt won’t ever know how I feel, and I’ve made peace with that. He wouldn’t want me and I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“But how do you know—” Karen starts, but you cut her off.

“Matt’s never expressed any interest in men, and to my knowledge he’s never been with any.”

Then, Foggy says something that haunts you.

“That’s what we thought about you before Friday.”

And it rattles within you, all throughout your body and your brain.

It stays with you throughout the night, and into the next day.

You can’t get it out of your head.

Maybe you could tell him. Just tell him and add on if he doesn’t feel the same, to forget you ever said anything.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself hope.

You lay in bed that night and fall asleep thinking about it. About if he’ll say yes, if he’ll kiss you like you wanted him to.

You spend days with this thought, with it rattling around. One day you wake up and are greeted by your calendar and see that the wedding is the next day.

You’re sick with nausea at the thought and realize how horrible of an idea it would be to tell him.

You pretty much spend all day, sick, staring at your suit and thinking about how horrible it would be to watch Matt get married to someone who isn’t you. In the church where you met. Not even knowing how much you want him.

You contemplate your options.

You could go to Elektra, beg her to call off the wedding and let you have him.

You could fake being sick, leave the country and block his number.

You could tell Matt the truth.

You opt to call Karen.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say, this vulnerability in your voice that you wouldn’t show normally.

“Oh..” She says your name softly. “Do you love him?” She asks.

“Karen..”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. You know I do.”

“Then tell him that.”

“What if he wants nothing to do with that?”

“Then at least you know.”

And then you ask her the real question that terrifies you.

“What if he does?”

“What?”

“What if he wants me like I want him? What do I do then?”

She wants to ask you, who cares? If Matt wants you just as desperately as you want him, what matters after that? But she felt this way towards Matt Murdock once, so she knows how horrible it is. And she’s fallen in love with women she can’t have before, so she understands.

“Then let yourself be happy.” Is her answer.

• • •

The day of the wedding comes.

You think you might be more nervous than either of them.

You sit with Foggy and Matt in the basement of the church, sipping a whiskey. Matt has his scotch, and Foggy has his rum. The lot of you have rather distinguished tastes.

Matt looks so fucking good. Your heart races. Foggy sees your nervous look and finishes his drink, clearing his throat.

“I’m gonna go check in with Marci and see how everything’s going so far. We have to be up there in ten.” He reminds you. He turns and leaves.

You’re with Matt, alone in your feelings. He’s fixing his cuffs and tilts his head towards you.

“Why is your heart racing?” He grins. “I’m the one getting married.” You say nothing. You take another sip of your drink.

“You’re reading it all wrong.” You tell him. And that isn’t a lie. You’re on the verge of saying it.

“Whatever,” He chuckles. “Help me with my bowtie, please?” He hands you the untied bowtie and you take it. You take it and step towards him.

Your hands are shaking as you wrap the bowtie around his neck and tie it, with this gentleness reserved for only those who truly know you. You can feel his breath against your skin. It’s enough to make you lose your mind. Your fingers fumble with his bowtie, and when you’re done, you straighten it out a bit. He looks really good. He’s yet to close his suit jacket and put on his glasses, but he will soon.

“Matt..” You say softly. “You know I feel about you, right?”

He pauses.

“You’re my best friend.” He hums. “Of course, I do.”

Your hands rest on his shoulders. Your fingers twitch.

“No, It’s more than that.” You tell him. “I love yo—” You’re unable to finish your confession.

Because Matt is kissing you, his hands on your sides, and pushing you against the church basement wall. You melt into the kiss, your hands going up to cup his chin. You feel this swell inside of you, like your prayers have been answered.

Kissing this man you love; you’ve never felt closer to God.

He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and pressing his body against yours, ruining your perfectly unwrinkled suit.

He kisses you for a few moments more.

Then, he pulls away, but you bring him back for another one by his collar, and he happily obliges. Your hand goes up to the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. Then, he pulls away again.

“That was…”

He stands breathless before you.

“I know.” He finishes.

“What happens now?”

He has this confused look on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do we do next?” To you, it’s so obvious. He should go find Elektra, call everything off, figure out what it would look like to be in a relationship with you. He should say I love you back.

“I’m going to go upstairs and get married.” He says, like it should be the obvious answer.

“What? But you just—”

“I know what I did, but… I can’t…”

“You can’t? You just did.” You defend.

He grabs his glasses where he set them on the coffee table earlier.

“I’m sorry, but we just.. We can’t.”

“No! Not we, there is no we, right now, You can’t! I have been waiting for that for years and you kiss me like that, and you decide you can’t?” You spit out.

He nods.

“You’re right.” For a moment, you live in a world where you’ve convinced him. “There is no we.” He says and turns to the door to leave. You follow him, and before he can open the door, you’re grabbing him, turning him around. Your lips are against his as if to beg him to change his mind. He lets you think you’ve convinced him.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you whisper it out.

“I love you.” You say. “Please, don’t…”

He wants you to ask him not to get married. You won’t. He’d say no anyways.

He steps away from you, buttons up his suit jacket, fixes his bowtie and puts on his glasses.

“Come on, we have to go.” He tells you. He turns and steps out, grabbing his cane on the way.

He leaves you longing for more.

He might not ever give it to you, you realize.

The ceremony is beautiful, and these two will be happy together. It kills you. You watch your best friend get married after kissing him, and something in you is breaking all the while. You were wrong. You should have told him earlier, you should have gotten over your fears, you should have kissed him so long ago.

You book a flight to the Bahamas for two weeks and take off work or as much time as you can. You just can’t watch the happy newlyweds. It’ll break you even more than it already is.

But at least you and Matt are still friends, right? That’s what this was all about? Keeping him in your life, even if it meant not having him in the way you wanted? You’re willing to give up your happiness if it means he’ll stay in your life.

You’re frustrated, too, especially because the kiss did nothing to deter your attraction, it just makes you want him in such a way that makes you sick.

You’re in love with Matt Murdock and he knows it.

It’s a shame his wife doesn’t.

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akariamai · 1 year

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Why

Pairing: College Student!Matt Murdock x College Student!reader

Word Count: 1128

Part 2, Part 3

You’d often laid awake cuddling with Matt, wondering if he was a figment of your imagination. It’s been three months since you’ve been together and it’s been nothing but perfect. You both fit together impeccably. There was something in the way he spoke, so thought-provoking and humorous, you melted whenever the thought arose. Maybe you both were still in the honeymoon phase, looking at your relationship through a tinted frame. Or maybe it was puppy love. Either way you hoped it would last forever.

As you both were living on a tight budget, you had to get creative with your dates. Nothing too expensive and it had to conform to both of your busy schedules. Dates were infrequent but you’d cherish the time you managed to spend together. Matt was slowly making his way into your heart. You tried to ingrain each moment with him into your mind, not wanting to forget even a second.

The tear jerking storm arrived and ruined everything you had built with him. This storm came in the form of a woman. A beautiful woman. And you didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend to prohibit your boyfriend from having friendly relations with other women. Had placed so much trust in Matt that you knew he would never do anything to belittle your trust. However, there was something about Elektra that screamed trouble and it terrified you. At first, you chalked it up to jealousy. Elektra was gorgeous and alluring and confident. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Who wouldn’t be jealous of her?

It was beautifully tragic finding the man you imagined to be the one falling for another. The magic that once sparked now dwindled and flickered into nothing. You ignored the signs as he slipped away from you, bit by bit. She was just a friend, you foolishly convinced yourself as he kept mingling with her without you. Nights that could’ve been just the two of you were now lost in the haze. He spent them with her and the thought was just painful. Burying your head into the sand of willful ignorance, you inadvertently invited heartbreak.

As his birthday approached rather quickly, you planned a small date for just the two of you. Dinner at the small diner you both loved so much. It was the place where you both went on your first date. After dinner, you both would hang out with Foggy and Elektra (as Matt had grown close to her) at a cheap comedy show. It was a straightforward plan and yet, everything went wrong.

You waited for him at the diner, almost physically shaking from excitement, awaiting to give him the present you so desperately saved up for. The waitress knew you quite well as they’d seen you and Matt there quite a lot. They knew you were waiting for him and it became heartbreaking to watch as you realized he wasn’t showing. You called him multiple times without a single answer or text. You called Foggy but he had not seen him either.

Panic wracked your body as you feared if he’d gotten into an accident and it threw you into a fit of terror. The waitress was kind enough to guide you to regain your composure and asked if there was anything she could do to help. You declined before making your way to the nearest hospital. If he was in an accident, he would’ve been admitted into it. You prayed it wasn’t the case and he had simply forgotten. Keeping to himself with his phone off.

There was no record of him being admitted into the hospital and for a moment, you felt like you could breathe. You let Foggy know of your discovery so he wouldn’t spin himself into a frenzy like she had. As soon as you ended your call with Foggy, a new message surfaced on your phone screen. It was from Matt and relief swept over you in a calming wave. He was alright. He was alive.

Opening it up, your relief soon vanished and only heartache remained.

It’s not working out. Sorry.

Tears surfaced as you shied away from the bright white lights of the hospital. A text message. Matt broke up with you via text message on his birthday after you had planned a date. It shouldn’t have hurt so much but you truly thought he was the one. The one meant to stay. And suddenly the dreams you once had shattered with the words sprawled out on your illuminated screen.

Why? You wanted to text back but whenever you managed to have a semblance of control, your unsteady hands refused to send it. Your pointing finger would hover over the button but never touch. The wound was too fresh to bear the answer to the question that will undoubtedly keep you up at night. Maybe haunt you late into the night.

Were you not significant enough to say goodbye to in person? Were you so beneath him that facing you, listening to you weep over the ruins of a relationship, was simply not worth his time. Were you both on different pages of the same book and he tore it all up. The masterpiece that could’ve been the two of you.

A few days later, when you were returning the box full of his stuff you caught them, him and Elektra, making out in his dorm room. It hadn’t even been a week and yet he already found someone new. They stopped when they’d noticed you and didn’t even appear to be apologetic.

“What are you doing here?” He asked without a hint of guilt burrowing into his voice. It lacked any of the emotions tethered to a breakup. “How do you have a key?”

You grilled forcibly, as the love you once shared withered and died, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class?” You, initially, chose to drop off his stuff when he was gone because you didn’t have the strength to face him.

“Didn’t feel like going.” He shrugged as if he was waiting for something. Maybe an outburst of rage or despair or both. You wanted to scream. You want to shout at him for causing you so much pain and question him if they were together at any point in your relationship but you were tired. It had only been a few days since the breakup and yet here he was resembling the tarnish memories of the two of you. It hurt so much. You felt there was a giant hole in the place where he carved a place for himself. He ruined you.

“Here’s your stuff.” You dropped the box on the floor and left Foggy’s keys on the table before silently leaving.

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vixenicks · 25 days

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i will hc every character as having borderline or npd or ocd or aspd so help me god

#people get so mad when i say elektra natchios has bpd #as if thats not virtually canon and so heavily implied #you want her to look at the camera and list off her diagnosis???#also jerome fic writers not writing his bpd or aspd well makes me want to eat cardboard #anyways #also matt murdock w ocd #no reason just because i can #also gwen stacy my little ocd meow meow #i have ocd bpd and npd i can say this stuff ok let go of my throat its fine ok #skyler posting

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cellophaine · 2 years

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hey! I absolutely love your series lingered affections, I was wondering if you could write something about meating Matt in college; then confessing love for each other. Maybe something dramatic;) Love you work!!<3

I Get Along Without You Very Well

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x Reader (main focus), College!Matt Murdock x College!Elektra Natchios

Warnings: Very light angst. Reader is lowkey emotionally detached. Matt is lowkey clueless. Time jumps.

Author's Note: I'm very very sorry for the wait! 😭 I hope this would be worth it (?). If not, I really am sorry 🥲

As always, any likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! <3

GIF is not mine

You slumped in the uncomfortable seat, your hand absent-mindedly tapping on the smooth surface of the desk before you. All you wanted was for the class to begin already so it could end faster, which meant you could go back to your dorm and take a fat nap until your friend woke you up for a $5 greasy pizza slice in Harlem. You would argue with her that $5 was too much for a piece, to which she would reply that it was big enough to make the fattest rat in New York hesitate, to which you would counter going all the way to Harlem for a slice of pizza is ridiculous, to which she would deadpan "you're just lazy" which would be true to some extends. You couldn't bother going out on a Friday night after a brutal first week at Columbia. Who knew studying law would be this hard?

You were lost in the fast-forwarding of your night until someone cleared their throat somewhere behind you.

"I'm sorry, is this History and Philosophy of Law class?"

You lifted your gaze towards the giant blackboard at the end of the room, decorated with equally large and flowery letters that said: "Welcome to History and Philosophy of Law!" As if those little rays of sunshine drawn around the course's name magically made the class more interesting, you thought.

"... yeah. It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"

You turned in your seat, craning your head up to the source of the voice. The rest of your sentence died down to a whisper like water escaping through the drain in a quiet whoosh. You took in the rectangle glass and the more obvious indication of why he could not see the board, a white cane with a red accent at the end.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What is obvious?"

You diverted your lingering gaze away from the adorable side part of his hair and the innocent smile accompanying his clueless expression. You shook your head before letting out a sigh, resuming your position as before. Just a little straighter.

"Never mind. I was being stupid."

You went back to examining the blackboard when he spoke up again.

"Can I sit here with you?"

He pointed to the seat beside you. You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Yeah, go ahead. Feel free to practice your constitutional right."

That earned a lighthearted chuckle from him, and you found yourself … not disliking the sound. He felt around for the desk next to yours, and you sneaked a glance at him every so often. After settling in, he turned to you, extending a hand with a friendly smile.

"My name is Matt Murdock."

You let out a soft hum in response, making no move to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Matthew."

His lips flattened in a way you knew was a mix of amusement and faux displeasure.

"It's Matt. What's your name?"

You exhaled softly through your nose, mildly vexed at this stranger's attempt at making small talk with you, or worse, getting to know you. The thought made you shudder. You offered him an evasive answer instead.

"None of your business."

"Nice to meet you, None-of-your-business."

You snorted, too loud for the echo of the classroom, which drew some stares toward the pair of you. You didn't expect him to sass you back, especially in such a prompt manner. You bit back a laugh as the professor asked for everyone's attention and introduced herself. You glanced at him again to see a dopey smile on his face mirroring your own, making him look even more adorable than the side part of his hair. Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing then.

After that day, Matt became an unexpected addition to your life. You sat together for every class you shared, and to which the two of you found out later that it was all of them, even the Spanish course. He introduced you to his roommate Foggy, widening your friend circle even though you had no desire to do so. Matt gradually coaxed you out of your shell, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with the duo every week with an occasional drop-in from your friend. You spent many late nights with Matt, with early cups of coffee and catching up meals in between. You took care of each other, which was something that came naturally. At first, you thought it was purely transactional. You did it because you didn't want to owe him a favour. But you slowly came to a realization that Matt did it for anyone he cared about. This tangible string between you became an iron thread, blurring the border between platonic admiration and all-consuming infatuation. You harboured a crush, and it was a little too late when your stubborn self came to accept that.

Elektra's appearance in Matt's life was like the last nail to your coffin of unrequited feelings. She was a mysterious force, pulling Matt with her. Study sessions were mostly you and Foggy cooping up in the library, and you rarely saw Matt these days. You told Foggy something you never told anyone in one of those hangouts when it was only the two of you. Little did you know, it only tangled the delicate web of sorrow that cast over your fate and Matt's.

It would appear that all it took was lots of alcohol and a convincing argument from Foggy at an end-of-semester celebration for you to drunkenly walked down the hall to Matt's dorm at two in the morning. They haven't made it official, Foggy said with so much conviction. Before going in, he gave you two thumbs up with a grin so bright it made his eyes squint shut. With your cheerleader just outside the door, you gathered courage, walking to his door with little stumbling, as you so proudly recalled. You composed a speech in your head, practicing with a barely-there whisper in the quiet hall. Most students had gone home for Christmas, with some exceptions.

Before his door, you took a deep breath, knocking with less assurance than you would have liked. He couldn't tell how nervous you were by the way you knocked, could he? All of your wandering thoughts evaporated as Matt opened the door, a flustered look on his face. He didn't have his glasses on, and it allowed you to look at his unsighted eyes. They were focused on a point on your shoulder; the usual vivid hazel was darkened in the dimly lit hallway. The light was off in his room, making you feel even more guilty about disturbing his peace.

His voice called out to you with husky touch to his undertone. Was it sleep? Was it something else?

"What are you doing here? It's very late. Are you okay?"

You adored the way his confusion turned into concern for you in the same breath.

"Oh! Uhm, yes, I'm fine, as fine as I can be. In my tip-top conditions."

You laughed nervously, internally cringing at your rambling. But you couldn't help yourself.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I know that it's late–"

"–that's okay. I was just–"

"–but I just want to tell you something."

You spoke simultaneously; words bounced off each other, woven in a jumble of sound with the message lost in between. You chuckled nervously, and Matt followed.

"Of course. What do you want to tell me?"

You took a deep breath, willing your voice to stay steady.

"I–"

"Matthew, who is it?"

Elektra's unmistakable silky voice rang out from the inside, making the confession die on the tip of your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow it down, burying the words of love with the haste of your shovel with each painful thud in your heart. The thumps in your chest felt like they rattled your ribcage, turning everything else into a soft blur. You blinked back the tears that welled along the rims of your eyes. Like a glass full, you were afraid you would spill and break in front of him. The least you could do was allow yourself the dignity from a faux composure.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Matt turned his sightless yet curious gaze to you, imploring you to continue. You shaped your lips into a forced smile, hoping it could mask your devastation.

"I just want to wish you a good night. And that I'll see you in class."

He stayed silent; the slight waver in your voice didn't convince him. You knew that because you knew him,

"Are you okay?"

The tenderness of his voice and the way he gently called your name caressed your fragile mind.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I should get out of your hair."

Matt held his hands up, motioning you to wait for him. He went to take his coat off the hook on the wall, speaking out to you.

"I'll take you back to your dorm. You shouldn't be out by yourself this … late."

By the time he got to the door, you were already walking down the hall with the phantom of Matt's voice calling out your name close behind.

The Christmas break provided you with a much-needed space so you could coddle your broken heart. You kept in touch with Foggy, and responded to occasional messages with Matt. You tried to keep the contact with him at a minimum, enough not to arouse any suspicion. The break also gave you enough time to develop a foolproof plan to avoid Matt as much as you could. The second semester went on almost seamlessly with your diligent effort to commit to your plan. You came to class just before the lecture started, choosing a seat far away from Matt, and leaving before he could catch up with you. You found excuses not to hang out, study, or do anything in close quarters with them. While Foggy understood why, Matt didn't. Distancing yourself was the only way you knew how to soothe the ache in your chest every time you were struck with the thought of Matt. You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated. You lost your chance.

However, Foggy remained hopeful.

"I know Matt, and I know that he likes you. A lot."

"If he liked me that much, he wouldn't be with Elektra."

You said with resignation. Foggy stayed quiet, musing in the weight of your admission.

"I'm sorry."

You shrugged nonchalantly as if your action reflected how you truly felt.

"It is what it is. It was my fault for catching feelings."

You reached over the table, patting Foggy's hand.

"I'll be okay. I will get over it."

You never quite did, especially when Matt unexpectedly ambushed you on the way to your dorm.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

And when you kept your lips shut, refusing to provide him with an honest answer, Matt said with a broken edge to his voice.

"I miss my friend."

With a biting bitterness on your tongue, you spoke softly as if that could lessen the blow.

"I wish I could say the same."

More time passed as the last encounter drew a line between you and Matt. A part of you felt relief since you didn't have to find an excuse not to hang out anymore. Still, the other part of you felt guilty for what happened. You could have kept it together and still got to have him in your life. But, from deep down, you knew that you would rather have all of Matt than just bits and pieces you knew couldn't satisfy the bottomless greed when it came to him.

You carried on with your life without him, feeling the emptiness of the space that belonged to him. You finished the first semester better than you anticipated, waltzing into summer with a lightness to your steps. You took a part-time job at a coffee shop, enjoying what the New York summer had to offer. You went to the bookstores, museums, parks and vintage shops. You spent the summer in a comfortable solitude, and you found yourself enjoying it. You found yourself thinking about Matt all the time; not once did his voice fade in your head as you thought it should.

The second year kicked off, and like the last time, you still avoided Matt. It went on until you went back to your dorm after a long day of classes, only to find a sock on the doorknob. You went to the library after getting a measly cold sandwich from a bodega close by with a water bottle before heading to the library. You walked up the stairs, taking turns to the usual spot you took, finding Matt already sitting there, his hand splayed on the open book. You let out a small "oh shit" before walking backwards straight into the bookshelf, letting out a pained whimper at the sudden impact. Matt's head snapped up with a curious look. He called out your name, and you cursed yourself for not running fast enough.

"Sorry, I'll leave now."

Matt stood up almost immediately; the chair scraped back harshly on the marble floor.

"No! Please, stay here."

You exhaled nervously, slowly backing up with every word you said.

"That's alright. I don't think it's a good–"

"Please?"

You yielded at his pleading tone. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as you sat down, pulling out your textbook.

"Just like the good old days, hm?"

Matt said with a bashful air in his tone and face. That drew a soft smile to your face, and you hummed softly in agreement. You cleared your throat after a few moments of silence.

"How's– Foggy?"

You had intended to ask about Elektra, but you were too much of a coward. Matt had a quizzical look on his face.

"He's fine. I thought you guys keep in touch? That's what he told me."

"Busted."

A brief silence fell over you. It didn't stay that way for longer than a minute as you went for it.

"How is … Elektra?"

You lifted your head from the textbook as Matt didn't answer your question. A hint of hurt embedded itself onto the furrow of his brows, in the slight tilt of his frown. He must know that you were looking as he cleared his throat.

"We broke up a while ago."

You went still at the news. Matt looked like a kicked puppy at this moment, and all you wanted was to pull him in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just wasn't meant to be, you know? I thought she was the one, but she ... proved me wrong."

"I'm sorry. Breakups are never easy."

You ended up talking for the whole night, catching up with what you had missed in the other's life. Around 1 AM, you walked to a diner that opened late, ordering yourself some hot chocolate and food to share. When the conversation winded down, you didn't think twice when you reached across the table, placing your hand on top of his.

"I missed you."

Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing again when Matt turned his palm up, threading his fingers with yours.

"I missed you, too."

Things started to be the way it was again. Yet, there was something different. You got meaningful, somewhat suggestive looks from Foggy, the way Matt seemed to get flustered around you more and more. You blamed it on the awkwardness when you rekindled your friendship. It could take a while for you to be comfortable around each other again. You could deal with that.

On a cloudy night that turned into the pouring rain, you walked Matt back to his dorm after spending some time at the library. You were soaking wet when you reached the building, and the rain only poured down harder. Matt invited you in for shelter. You shivered at the welcoming warmth of the room, taking in the layout. Foggy's side was a little messy, with no sign of him anywhere. Matt promptly informed you that Foggy was out with Marci, and he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. Matt gave you a towel, letting you dry off while he rummaged through his drawer to find a change of clothes for the both of you. On the opposite side of the bed, with your backs turned to each other, you put on his sweatshirt, pulling on the sweatpants that were a little too big on you. You subtly took in a deep breath, smiling at the faint smell of his laundry detergent in the soft material.

Matt sat on the floor by his bed, and after putting on his clothes, you joined him. You fidgetted with the long sleeves; your thigh almost touched his. You could feel the heat his body radiated at this distance, pulling you towards him. But you stayed put.

After a while, Matt whispered into the space between you.

"What happened to us?"

You knew what he was talking about. It was something you thought would come eventually, and you hoped, when it did, you would be prepared for it.

Still, you thought this was something you could never prepare for. It wasn't a test. It was a gentle demand of the truth, and it wasn't easy even at that.

"I just felt like there wasn't any place for me in your life anymore. So I thought it was better to take myself out of the picture."

You picked at a fraction of the truth, for it was the easier part. Matt felt for your hand, clasping it between the warmth of his hands.

"You will always have a place in my life. You will always have my time."

You shook your head.

"No, that will not always be the case, and it's okay. There will be a time when I'm just somebody you knew."

You said matter-of-factly. The grasp of Matt's hands on yours tightened as the desperation in his voice convinced you to think otherwise.

"No, don't say that. You're breaking my heart."

You reached out with your hand, smoothing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead. When you pulled back, your fingers were damp with moisture.

"All broken hearts mend at some point, Matt. They don't stay broken forever. I know that all too well."

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

You sighed deeply, finally feeling the courage you permitted yourself to let go of what you wanted to say to him that night.

"I loved you, Matt, in a way I knew I shouldn't. Then, Elektra came, and I knew I had lost my chance. I tried to get over you, I ... I tried to cope with my broken heart by staying away."

Matt's hand came up to rest on your jawline, angling your face so you could look at him. His voice was a husky, barely-there whisper, spoke with such raw tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Tell me that I'm not too late. Tell me that you still … love me."

You didn't dare to breathe; the air locked in your chest as you searched for the meaning behind his words.

"What are you saying?"

Matt licked his lips, releasing a slow and nervous sigh.

"I have loved you for so long. It's always been you. I was stupid not to realize that out of fear of losing you if you didn't feel the same. So I accepted that I could never have a chance with you."

Emotions rushed through you, making your head spin. You couldn't quite believe what he was saying. You wanted to cry tears of frustration and let your body sag to the floor with your head on Matt's thighs. Pure exhaustion from secrets, lost time, and misunderstanding caught up to you, rendering you silent. But, underneath it all was this blossoming happiness, growing at a dangerous pace. It spread through your body like wildfire, and you didn't want to put it out. You wanted to bask in the heat, in the feeling of being loved by someone you adored.

Matt brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender and tentative kiss to your knuckles, soliciting the most important thing –

"Please, tell me, am I too late?"

– the key to his heart ever since the day you met. You closed the distance, whispering in between.

"No, you are not."

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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You can Matt Murdock x reader ?

Reader is sister of Elektra’s but reader she's his girlfriend and a secretary at Nelson & Murdock but she hasn't told Matt and when Matt finds out they fight

( I want angst and happy end if you want ofc💟)

Omg Anon, I'm so so sorry this took so long! And I decided to leave it a bit angsty and unresolved 😭 (I'm sorry I'm sorry!)

|| Assist ||

"I'm just going out for lunch, you guys want anything?" you shouted through to the office as you grabbed your jacket and bag from the coat hook.

"Noooope thanks, all good!" came Foggy's reply.

"Can you pick me up a brownie or something?" Karen asked you sweetly.

"Uh sure!" you replied, "Matt?"

He looked up from his laptop and sea of files to give you a smile.

"Surprise me."

You hurried out onto the street and hastily walked a couple of blocks before hailing a cab uptown.

When the car pulled up at your destination you hesitated. The driver pestering for the fare soon pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly paid him along with a generous tip.

On the way back to the office a bit later, you got out of the cab a few streets away again, using the walk to calm your breathing and nerves. If you didn't, he'd know. He couldn't know.

Opening the Nelson, Murdock & Page door you waved around the bag of baked goodies you had picked up on the way back. Karen and Foggy were extremely appreciative of the sugar boost, promising you many drinks in repayment in Josie's after work.

You hung your stuff back on the hook and went into Matt's office.

"You bring me something sweet too?" he grins, beckoning you to him at the desk.

"Maybe…" you reply leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulls away sharply, a terse expression written on his face.

"Matty? What is it? I was just gonna-"

"Where have you been?" his question is like a drill, not the playful banter you were used to. It was the voice he used when interrogating criminals.

"I- just out for lunch? And the bakery to get cakes… wha-"

He stands up, facing you. "Sweetheart, please. Don't lie."

You're trying to steady your heart rate but it's no use, once he's caught onto it he's like a bloodhound for the truth. You can see his jaw clench.

"Matty I'm not-"

"What were you doing, with her?" he catches you with the question and you're wriggling like a fish hooked through the jaw.

"Who? I don't-" maybe you can still...

"Elektra." he sighs. "Don't deny it, please just tell me. Her scent's on you."

You turn away from him, staring blankly out the window at the city below. Your heart feels so tight. This is everything you were afraid of.

"I… I didn't want to get involved… didn't want to involve you, but…"

"God damn it…"

Matt paces, his hands going from gripping his hair to his hips as he almost wears down a track in the floor.

"What one of her schemes has she got you into? And how? Does she have something on you?"

"No Matt, she just wanted some information, something we had dug up on the Hand."

"Right. Of course. And so… you just gave her it?" He laughed resentfully.

You slumped in the chair in the corner. "Yeah."

Matt was incredulous. "W-why? And why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Across the other side of the room you see Karen and Foggy poke their heads out of Foggy's office at Matt's now raised voice.

It wasn't hard to see the hurt in him. Your eyes began to burn with tears.

"It's not that simple… I didn't want to lie to you Matt, I swear! You know I love you…"

He stalks over to you, so close you can feel anger and pain him coming off him in sickening waves. "Then why did you?"

Your head falls into your hands and you mumble the answer.

"Because she's my sister".

Matt tags! @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdocksscars @marvelswh0re

@hellskitchens-whore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @briefcasejuice @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @e-dubbc11 @father4giveme @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @stress--relief @imperfxctly-me

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #matt x elektra #matt murdock x elektra natchios

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eluvion · 1 year

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elektra natchios aesthetic

Villain - Searows / Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives / The Oresteia - Aeschylus / Antigone - Jean Anouilh (tr. Lewis Galantiere) / Planet of Love - Richard Siken / @moldavite / H of H Playbook - Anne Carson / Anecdote of the Pig - Tory Adkisson / @exigencelost / Things haunt - Joshua Jennifer Espinoza / Wishbone - Richard Siken

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Picture 1: Two sets of lyrics, one from the song "Villain" by Searows, and one from the song "Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives. The lyrics from "Villain" say, "I started a war / I'm gonna fuck it all up / And I'll probably pay with my life / And I know you told me / That everything's fine / But I wrote this story / Before it was mine / And I know there's a villain / But I'm worried it's me this time." The lyrics from "Never Love an Anchor" say, "I am all the things they might have said to you / Do you ever think of me and my two hands, and wonder why? / They never soothed your fevers / And wonder why / They never tied your shoes / And wonder why / They never held you gently And wonder why."

Picture 2: Two quotes from the Oresteia. The first one says, "1. Enter here knowing that she is already dead." The second one says, "Orestes: (highlighted) This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning."

Picture 3: An excerpt from Planet of Love by Richard Siken. It says, "so smile for the camera, it's your big scene, / you know your lines. / I'm the director. I'm in a helicopter, / I have a megaphone and you play along. / because you want to die for love. / you always have. / Imagine this: / You're pulling the car over. Somebody's waiting. / You're going to die / in your best friend's arms. / And you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, / you've memorized it, it's all you know. / Isay the phrases that keep it all going, / and everybody plays along."

Picture 4: A quote from Jean Anouilh's Antigone. It says, "In a tragedy, nothing is in doubt and everyone's destiny is known. That makes for tranquillity. There is a sort of fellow-feeling among characters in a tragedy: he who kills is as innocent as he who gets killed: it's all a matter of what part you are playing. Tragedy is restful;…”

Picture 5: A headline that says, "Calf born with third eye on forehead--but still destined for slaughter."

Picture 6: A quote from the H of H Playbook by Anne Carson. In normal text, it says, "Brief pause. I'm walking backward into my own myth." In strikthrough, it says, "I was trying to walk out."

Picture 7: A excerpt from Anecdote of the Pig by Tory Adkisson. It says, "Do you still believe myths / can save you? Foolish creature. / Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered."

Picture 8: A post from @exigencelost. It says "She's dead she's immortal she's haunting you she doesn't care about you she's muzzled she's screaming at the top of her lungs she's unnoticed she's unforgettable she doesn't have control over the story she doesn't have control over her body she doesn't even have control over her voice. And I'm obsessed with her."

Picture 9: A quote from Things haunt by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza. It says, "Things haunt. / Things exist long after they are killed."

Picture 10: A black silhouette of a man's bust with red lines extending from a gunshot hole in the middle. This silhouette is layered on a red background, the same color as the lines extending from the center of the man's bust. In fragments, a quote from Richard Siken's "Wishbone". It says, "I'll be your / slaughterhouse / your killing floor / your morgue / and final resting."

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#elektra natchios #web weaving #tragedy #im normal about her #greek tragedy elektra natchios fic #now with image ids!! apologies on how long that took i was on my phone

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daredevilexchange · 6 months

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The Hands of Hell's Kitchen for @acesammy

Prompts: "No Devil" by San Fermin, Horror Retelling/Fusion, Halloween Party, grainy.

Grief is a powerful thing. It clutches, like greed; it hungers, like gluttony; it aches, like lust; it demands, like pride. Grief envies the past, and can hold one captive in a moment, at a grave, in a memory; it is much like sloth, in this regard. Most importantly, and most dangerously, grief is a sister, hand in hand, with wrath.

A devil with cracked horns. Lady Justice with her gaze shielded. A child wronged by the dead long gone. Grief, palpable, weary, and worn, is angry.

(OR, Foggy Nelson has the idea to share scary stories while the Defenders & Co. drink their Halloween away at the firm. This idea is odd, but he's been thinking, and he has a great one: the tale, sordid but true, of how Avocados at Law was really born.)

TW: Major Character Death(s), Gore, Graphic Violence (choking and blood), Sexual Content (consensual), Abusive background Relationship, Body Horror, Loss of Parent(s), Addiction, Cult Religion, Paranormal Activity, Perseverating Fixations, Hallucinations, Murder, and Unreality.

Relationships:

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Todd Neiman/Karen Page, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Elektra Natchios & Karen Page

Characters:

Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios, Todd Neiman, Wilson Fisk, The Hand

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Horror, Body Horror, Story within a Story, Foggy Nelson Narrates, Alternate Universe - The Haunting of Bly Manor Fusion, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, MattFoggy Endgame, Church of the Sheltering Hands, Puppetry / Hand Imagery, Abusive Relationship (background), Lotta murder, Religious commentary, parent trauma, Loss of Parent(s), Everybody A+ Parenting, Matt as Dani Clayton, Drug Addiction, A Loving Fuck You to Canon, but in such a way where easter eggs abound, Matt and Foggy stay alive, but that is my only promise

#submission #daredevil fic #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #elektra #elektra natchios #dde2023 #marvel #fanfiction #mattfoggy #mattelektra

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ohlovxr · 2 years

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dw bestie i have a stepbro matt sitch to share w u i just have to actually write it down but in the meantime idk why my brain said “stepbro’s new gf elektra is so hot that you can’t even look at her directly like you’re staring into the fucking SUN and now you’re struggling to make sense of and cope with the sudden surge of weird bisexual jealousy you get from seeing them. and maybe you don’t understand what it means, and maybe matt doesn’t either— doesn’t understand why you’ve suddenly gotten snippy and short with him, stopped talking and hanging out with him like you used to— but elektra does.” and im frothing at the mouth thinking abt once elektra tells matt ur in the throes of a Bisexuality Crisis. is it her who seduces u or is it him. or do they do it together. screaming

omg omg omg

you’re being a really big brat one day when he has her over because you’re filled with this weird jealousy that you don’t understand and it’s driving you nuts.

safe to say that matt’s had enough of it, but the second he starts getting pissed and calling you a “spoiled brat”, elektra stops him with her devious little smirk. “now, matthew,” and she slowly backing your now hesitant self up to a wall. “don’t work yourself up. i think your pretty little sister just feels a little left out.”

and when your back hits the wall, she’s got her lips so fucking close to yours. “don’t you?”

nodding when she after she says that is how you end up getting ruined by them for the first time <33

#hehe elektra plays mind games with you when you’re getting fucked silly too #you’ll be between her legs #your back to her chest #as matt pounds into you #and at first she’s whispering stuff into your ear about how good your being #how much of a good girl you are for letting him push and pull you into any position he likes and fuck your pretty little pussy #until you’re just a wet stupid mess under him #but then she follows it with a ‘it’s about time you learned your fucking place isn’t it?’#and she’s constantly teasing you when you eat her out :(( saying ‘c’mon you can do better than that’#AKSJSKJ matt teaching you how to eat her out n her teaching you how to suck him off #i’m gonna die omfg #matt murdock x reader #elektra natchios x reader #notsfw #stepbrother!matt #tw stepcest #dark fic

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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girls night

pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader

summary: elektra is always trying to convince you to come out with her. one night, you convince her to stay in.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this one goes out to my one & only @pleasurebuttonwrites. thank you for requesting this & letting me be a feral whore for my babygirl elektra. ❤️ as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

To say you were intimidated when you first met your roommate would be a severe understatement. Elektra Natchios radiated pure confidence, came from a family that was richer than God, and always got whatever she wanted.

Oh, and on top of that, she was drop dead fucking gorgeous.

The second you stepped through the door of your shared dorm room, her deep brown eyes were on you, shamelessly analyzing you from head to toe before meeting your stupefied gaze. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she quirked one of her perfectly arched dark brows.

“You must be Y/N?”

And she had an accent. Of course she fucking did.

You couldn’t even speak. She was dressed to the nines in an outfit that probably cost more than your entire life with perfectly straightened hair while you were…well…it was move in day so you had on a comfy pair of leggings and your favorite sweatshirt, and your hair that you hadn’t brushed in three days was tied in a knot on top of your head that was far too messy to be passed off as cute.

Clutching onto your bag a little tighter, you feebly nodded as you stared at her. Elektra seemed to find your quietness amusing, because her lips pulled into a full blown devilish grin as she sauntered over to you.

“Oh don’t be shy, little dove. We live together now. I’ll get you to open up for me sooner or later.”

Elektra fully taking you under her wing was not something you had anticipated. You weren’t really sure what to think of her at first. You didn’t necessarily think she would be a mean girl, but you certainly didn’t think she would like you. The two of you were polar opposites.

Elektra could be abrasive to some, demanding oftentimes, and probably came off as a spoiled brat to anyone that dared to tell her no, but she was always gentle and patient with you.

She constantly invited you to come out with her friends, which you always graciously declined, to which she would purse her ruby lips in a pout and give you pleading eyes that nearly made you give in; but she never pushed you.

“Alright, fine. Don’t come have a good time with me. Just break my heart, yet again.”

She asked for your opinions on placement when she wanted to re-decorate, which happened to be every two months like clockwork.

“Styles come and go, love. We’ve got to keep up with the times. Don’t you think the couch would look better over there?”

She constantly bought you things that she would just leave around for you to find, knowing that you would protest if she tried to give them directly to you, and would come up with an excuse as to why you both needed it.

“Darling, your coffee machine was practically being held together by duct tape. Besides, you love espresso, and so do I. And it came in your favorite color. We need the best caffeine money can buy if we’re to survive midterms, yeah?”

You warmed up to her pretty quickly, granted she didn’t give you an opportunity not to, but you never felt like you could fully let go with her.

Because you had a massive crush on her.

It made you want to slam your head against the nearest wall, because falling for your best friend? What a total fucking cliche.

But still, every time she crawled onto the couch and laid her head in your lap asking you to read whatever was in your hands to her, your heart started to thrash against your ribcage. Every time she grabbed onto your arm or held your hand when the two of you were walking around campus, you tried to fight the blaze that stained your cheeks a deep shade of pink. Every time she joined you in your bed in one of your oversized t-shirts and nothing else, snuggling up close to you for movie night, it left you feeling heavy with despondency.

Because it was so fucking easy.

Being with Elektra was like breathing. She understood you in a way that no one ever had, or had taken the time to try to before. She made sure that you felt included on the rare occasion that you did join her for a group outing. She listened patiently and intently when you vented about having a bad day, and always offered words of encouragement or comfort, whichever one you needed most. She made you feel worthy and supported, and wanted.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you, little dove.”

But she also let you in too. She let you see the sides of her that she hid from everyone else. She let you hold her when she cried. She confided her fears and mistakes in you. She pleaded for forgiveness when she lost her temper because of a sour mood. She let you see the real Elektra.

Which only made it harder for you to deny how you really felt.

Because Elektra was beautiful, and witty, and intelligent, and kind. She was the beaming sun right in the center of your universe, and you were drawn to her like gravity.

But so was everyone else.

And Elektra was never alone.

She always had a boyfriend that she would either dump because she didn’t feel like they were good enough, or drown in a bottle of mezcal over because they’d treated her poorly. In the five months that you’d known her, she had never dated a girl, or expressed any interest in them, which made you more adamant about hiding your feelings.

Because falling in love with your best friend was one thing. But falling for your best friend, that you lived with, that was straight, was a whole other thing.

You ran the risk of not just making your friendship with Elektra awkward by telling her the truth and ruining everything, but losing her friendship completely, and also having to find a new place to live when you inevitably freaked her out and made her uncomfortable.

As you laid on your stomach on Elektra’s bed, you watched her while she got ready in front of her vanity, letting out a soft sigh.

“Ellie, do you have to go tonight?”

“My presence has been requested, and there’s an open bar.”

“We have an open bar.”

Elektra glanced at you in the reflection of the mirror, her signature smirk curling at the edge of her lips as she pulled off the cap of her lipstick.

“You could always join me.”

“Or you could stay.”

Elektra paused as she stared at you in the mirror, tilting her head to the side slightly as her smirk evaporated. Your heart suddenly started to beat louder in your ears. You never asked her to stay when she said she was going out.

“Do you want me to?”

There was an emotion in her eyes that you couldn’t read. No one was better at masking how they really felt than her, and it annoyed you since you couldn’t hide your feelings to save your own life. Dropping your gaze to the book beneath you that you had been pretending to read, you lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“You don’t have to. We just…haven’t had a night just us in awhile. Thought we could have a girls night or something.”

Please stay. Don’t go out tonight. Don’t go home with some asshole.

When you lifted your gaze, a sharp gasp slipped past your lips and your eyes widened slightly seeing that Elektra had knelt in front of the end of the bed and was staring right at you.

“I’ll stay if you want me to.”

You always felt nervous under the intensity of her alluring gaze. Letting out a soft laugh, you glanced back down at your book.

“You sure? Your presence was requested.”

Elektra grasped your jaw in her hand to lift your gaze, staring into your eyes as she nodded in your direction.

“You’re more important.”

You were frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from hers, and your heart was beating so loud you swore she could hear it in the silence. After what felt like an eternity, but was more likely about a minute, Elektra dropped your chin and clasped her hands together with a bright smile on her lips.

“So, girls night. What shall we do?”

An entire pizza and half a bottle of tequila later, you and Elektra were on the couch trying to decide what latest drinking game you should play. A tiny little voice in the back of your head was trying to warn you about something…something about alcohol being a truth serum and another drinking game being a bad idea…but you were having so much fun, you simply drowned it out. Elektra waved her hand around frantically as she moved to sit on her knees on the couch in front of you, a devious smile on her lips as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Ooh, I’ve got one. Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Oh come onnnn, Ellie. You know everything about me already-”

“Don’t be a coward, darling. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Sense of adventure? What are you-”

“Shh shh shh. We’re playing. You go first.”

Rolling your eyes with a playful smile, you leaned your head back against the couch as you took another sip of your drink.

“Okay, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay…I dare you…to…not spend money for an entire day.”

A shocked gasp parted Elektra’s lips as she stared at you with wide eyes, scoffing loudly as she reached for her drink.

“Evil. Dares are supposed to be fun, not mean.”

“That was not mean!”

“Was too. Fine, I see how this game is going to be. Truth or dare, love. Choose wisely.”

Elektra arched one of her dark brows in challenge as a wolfish grin settled on her lips. The look in her eyes suddenly made you nervous, and you giggled anxiously as you lightly shrugged.

“Fine, truth.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“You said choose wisely.”

Elektra tilted her head to the side slightly as she studied you, her mocha eyes traveling from the top of your face down to your bare thighs where your shirt had ridden up slightly. They lingered there for a moment before snapping back up to yours.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Your lips parted in surprise at the question, and you quickly averted your gaze to the contents of your glass.

Yes.

“Um…I…think so, yeah.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Why not?”

“I never…never told them.”

“Why?”

“I…just didn’t. Truth or dare?”

A displeased sigh slipped from Elektra’s mouth as she sat back on her heels, taking another sip of her drink.

“Truth.”

“Are your parents really not going to be home for Christmas, or did you feel bad I was staying here alone?”

Elektra narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her lips as she looked over at you.

“They’ll be in Mont Blanc.”

“And you didn’t want to go?”

“I got burnt out as a child. Truth or dare?”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you traced your finger around the rim of your glass as you hummed in thought.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell me why you didn’t tell that person you were in love with them.”

You instantly flickered your eyes up to find that Elektra was already staring at you expectantly. She had that look on her face that let you know she wasn’t letting this go anytime soon. Letting out a heavy exhale through your nose, you shook your head as you downed the rest of your glass.

“Because I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not their…type.”

“Did they tell you that?”

“No-”

“Then how do you know?”

“Because I just…know, Elektra. Can we drop it, please?”

Elektra pursed her lips in a dissatisfied pout at the use of her full name. Reaching over to set your glass on the coffee table, you moved to stand as you tucked your hair behind your ears.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

Before you could get off the couch, Elektra grabbed onto your wrist and reached over to set her glass on the coffee table next to yours.

“Not yet. I have one more dare for you.”

“I’m really not in the-”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

All of the oxygen in your lungs seemed to disappear as those five words hit your ears. Your eyes nearly tripled in size as you stared at Elektra in complete bewilderment. Surely your buzzed brain hadn’t heard her correctly.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.”

There was no humor dancing around in her eyes. Her stunning features were void of any hints of playfulness or jest. As a matter of fact, she almost looked…nervous? You could see her chest start to rise and fall a little quicker when you didn’t attempt to move or speak, and her tongue quickly darted out to wet her lips.

“It…it’s me, isn’t it? The one you’re in love with?”

Elektra stared at you with hope glimmering in her irises and a timid smile ghosting across her lips as she inched closer on her knees. All you could do was gaze at her while your brain tried to process her words and form a coherent reply. Had you had that much tequila? Were you passed out and dreaming right now?

No…her words had evaporated every drop of alcohol in your system. You were completely stone cold sober at the moment and stupefied in place. The longer the silence drew on, the more the hope in her eyes morphed into panic, and that little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to say something.

Suddenly Elektra climbed onto your lap and took your face in her hands, frantically searching your eyes and nodding as a nervous smile tugged at her mouth.

“Tell me it’s me. Please…tell me it’s me. Kiss me and tell me it’s me.”

Elektra looked like she was on the verge of tears, and there was a vulnerability lodged in her throat that you had never heard in her voice before as she pleaded with you.

“It’s you, Ellie.”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she broke out into the biggest grin you had ever seen on her face, laughing happily as she surged forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss. The spark you felt when your lips connected seemed to jolt you out of the trance you were in, and your hands flew up to grip onto her waist to pull her closer. Her lips were just as pillowy and warm as you’d imagined they would be, and you hummed in satisfaction at how good it felt to finally kiss her.

Elektra pulled away slowly to look at you, her eyes searching yours as she rubbed her thumb along your cheekbone. A slight furrow formed between your brows as you looked back at her.

“Wait…are you-”

“In love with you? Yes.”

“And you’re just now telling me?”

“You didn’t tell me either.”

“Yeah but…you…had…boyfriends. Lots of them.”

Elektra rolled her eyes as she grinned, moving closer on your lap as she shook her head slowly.

“Just play things, darling. Nothing more. All I really wanted was you. Thought I was making that clear, but I suppose I wasn’t doing a very good job.”

“I…guess I just thought…you wouldn’t want me…like…that.”

Elektra’s eyes suddenly darkened, and the look had your breath hitching in your throat. She leaned in languidly, tracing her thumb over your bottom lip as her mouth split into a wicked smirk.

“Why don’t you let me show you how I want you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer as she surged forward again, capturing your lips this time in a much hungrier kiss. She nipped lightly at your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue, and your lips instantly parted in a gasp. You couldn’t hold back the moan that echoed in your throat when Elektra slipped her tongue in your mouth, and your grip immediately tightened on her waist. She kissed you so fiercely it made you dizzy, and you fought your need to breathe so that you didn’t have to stop.

Elektra trailed her opened mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck as you panted, gently nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and sucking harshly at the juncture above your collarbone. A soft whine fell from your mouth feeling her tongue soothe the sting of her bites and bruises, and you shivered as her warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

“Sound so pretty, little dove. Wonder what other pretty sounds you can make for me, hm?”

You tightly fisted her shirt to pull her even closer, reveling in the sound of her melodic giggle filling your ears.

“You wanna take this off?”

“Please.”

Gripping onto the hem of her shirt, you quickly tugged it upwards, moaning softly at the sight of Elektra’s bare chest. Gazing up at her in desperation, a wide grin split her mouth open as she moved her dark hair off her shoulders, grabbing your wrists to guide your hands upwards.

“You can touch me.”

Delicately cupping her breasts in your hands, you gave them a gentle squeeze before brushing your thumbs over her nipples, your mouth falling open at the way she let her head fall back and arched her chest further into your needy palms. Sitting up a little, you leaned in to attach your lips to her neck, teasing her nipples between your thumbs and index fingers as you grazed your teeth along her shoulder. Elektra started to slowly rock her hips against yours, which caused the heat between your thighs to rage into a wildfire, and you could feel your thighs starting to stick together with desire.

All of a sudden Elektra pushed at your shoulders, gripping onto the hem of your shirt to tear it over your head, and she wrapped her hand around your throat as she pulled you in for another passionate kiss. You moaned into her mouth in surprise at the feeling of her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, digging your fingertips into her thighs as your tongues tangled together. Her other hand boldly explored your chest, alternating between squeezing at your breasts and toying with your nipples, causing you to whine against her lips.

Pulling away breathlessly, Elektra moved off of your lap to sink onto her knees before you, staring up at you with eyes completely eclipsed with lust. She pulled you closer to the edge of the couch by your hips and leaned in to wrap her lips around one of your nipples, causing you to moan out loudly in surprise. She swirled her tongue slowly around the peaked bud, and you cried out when she lightly bit down on it. Her free hand parted your thighs so she could move further in between them, and you gasped when her nails dragged along your lower stomach right above your panty line.

“I want these off.”

All you could do was feebly nod as she tugged the soaked fabric down your legs, her mouth hanging open as she spread your thighs further apart. An eager moan fell from her mouth as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, rubbing her thumb in slow circles on your inner thigh.

“Oh darling…look at you. What a mess you’ve made for me. So pretty, my love. Can I show you how pretty you are?”

“Ellie…please…”

Elektra closed her eyes for a moment as a proud smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Letting them flutter open slowly, she locked her gaze on yours as she moved her hand closer between your thighs, keeping eye contact as she collected some of the wetness dripping from your core. The delicate touch made you jump, and you whined as you stared back at her with need.

“Please.”

“Say my name again.”

“Ellie…”

Elektra sank her teeth deep into her bottom lip as she slowly pushed her finger into your welcoming heat, her lips parting slowly as your mouth hung open and your head dipped back. You sucked in a deep breath as she retracted it slowly before slipping it right back in easily.

“Again.”

“Please…”

Elektra reached forward to wrap her hand around your throat again, giving it a light squeeze as she gazed into your eyes, gliding her tongue along her front teeth before flashing you a devious smirk.

“Say my name again, little dove. Let me hear you beg for me.”

“Elektra…please.”

Before her name could even fully roll off your tongue, her head was between your thighs, and her lips were wrapped around your clit. You moaned loudly at the sensation of her warm mouth and wet tongue devouring you as she slipped another of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but roll your hips upwards against her face in search of more, which she didn’t seem to mind. Elektra hummed against your pussy, which sent vibrations of pleasure throughout your lower half, and you moaned her name again when she curled her fingers upwards against that spongy part inside you that turned you into an incoherent fucking mess.

You weren’t sure what was louder; the sounds of you desperately crying out her name or the obscene slurping sounds coming from Elektra sucking fervently on your clit while her expert fingers explored inside the depths of you. She moaned again when you slipped your fingers into her dark hair and tugged, and it made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.

“Ellie…please…”

Your voice came out so high pitched and breathless, you didn’t even recognize it. Elektra replaced her tongue with her thumb, massaging your clit in quick circles with applied pressure as she looked up at you with her lips glossed with your wetness.

“God, I could come just from how good you taste. You’re doing so well for me, my love. Doing so good letting me have you like this. I want you to come on my face, can you do that for me?”

“Fuck…Elektra…”

A huge grin took over her mouth as her tongue darted out to lick over her lips, teeth lightly grazing over her bottom lip as she hummed.

“Love the way you say my name. Make it sound so pretty. Now, make me proud and come on my face.”

Elektra dipped her head back down between your thighs, alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking on it with renewed vigor. Her fingers continued to massage that spongy tissue inside you in a ‘come closer’ motion with more pressure, and you gripped onto the back of her head to grind your hips against her face. Your moans got breathier and higher in pitch the more your orgasm steadily built in your lower half, and Elektra hummed against you in encouragement, various chants of mm’s & mhm’s reverberating against your core.

“Yes…yes…right…right there, please. Please Ellie…ah…oh fuck!”

When you finally reached your peak, a blinding white orchestra of electricity buzzed in your veins and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire nervous system. Elektra continued to drag her soft tongue along your slick pussy as she gripped onto your thighs tightly, digging her nails so hard into your flesh that she left maroon crescent shaped indentations behind. She didn’t stop even as you came down from riding out your high, and you nearly sobbed from overstimulation as you futilely pushed at her shoulders.

With the loss of her warm mouth, the cool air hitting your soaked cunt felt like a slap, and you winced with a whine as you clamped your thighs shut. Elektra giggled softly as she rubbed your thighs soothingly, moving to climb onto your lap once again as she held your face against her chest and ran her fingers slowly through the ends of your hair.

“Sorry, my love. I get a bit greedy when it comes to you.”

You attempted to respond with something that made sense as you attempted to catch your breath, but it must have come out scrambled, because Elektra simply laughed and cradled your face in her palm as she gazed down at you adoringly and cooed.

“Aww, little dove. Did I break you?”

“No.”

“Hm, shame. Shall I try again?”

“No! Let me…regain the feeling in my legs, God.”

Elektra beamed with pride as she tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

“So, does that clear things up?”

“Cristal.”

“I’ve actually got some in the fridge. Should we pop it open to celebrate?”

“Celebrate what?”

“Me being right.”

The look of confusion that twisted up your features had Elektra smirking as she leaned in to grasp your chin, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I told you I’d get you to open up for me.”

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as her words nestled in your ears, staring up at her in complete shock.

“Elektra!”

“What?”

“If I had known that is what you meant I would’ve…we could’ve…”

“So, I should’ve just seduced you on the spot?”

Pressing your lips into a firm line, you narrowed your eyes as you looked up at a very amused Elektra. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and grinned as she leaned in to bump her nose with yours.

“You love me.”

“I do.”

Elektra’s smile softened a bit as you wrapped your arms around her waist, a tender smile spreading over your own lips. You did love her. And she loved you.

As your hazy brain started to clear, a realization slammed right into your hammering chest.

Elektra was wet; practically dripping onto your lower stomach as she sat on your lap, and the smile on your face quickly dropped as you gazed up at her hungrily. The warm smile on her own mouth vanished as she took in the look in your eyes, and you felt a surge of power and confidence knowing you had the ability to render Elektra Natchios nervous.

Feeling emboldened, you trailed one of your hands slowly up her thigh, letting it dip down so that your fingertips just barely brushed along her inner thigh, tearing a gasp from her lips.

“Now, do I get to show you how pretty I think you are? Or do I have to dare you to let me?”

Elektra’s lips suddenly parted as she looked at you with widened eyes, and her grip on your shoulder tightened.

“Please.”

“So polite, Ellie.”

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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

five - why am i like this

tags: @dusstory @americaarse @ironprincessstranger @johnmurphys-sass // four //six // masterlist

Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Word Count: 11,064

Summary: The case of a lifetime. Frank Castle V The People. Benefits of working with the Punisher meant you knew who he really was and you were ready to go to war to prove it.

Your trio ducked into the elevator without a word. There was a thick tension between you all as you pressed the card to the reader. Matt was livid. He clearly wasn’t happy with your appearance but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, even though his unfiltered anger was burning through to your bones. Everything you had seen from him that night was pointing you in a direction that you couldn’t fully believe.

Maybe you just didn’t want to believe it.

Matt Murdock was Daredevil, and as impossible as the idea seemed, it made perfect sense when all was considered. And that just made you hate the idea even more, and hate the fact that you couldn’t connect those dots any sooner.

What would it have changed? Would you have taken his words to heart about change?

What you couldn’t understand was how he could do all of that while being blind.

You took a second to check your phone in the elevator. You saw messages from Karen, most giving a brief recall of her conversation with Frank about his family. There was a message from Foggy about the deal from Reyes.

fogster: delaware doesnt have evidence. no death penalty

fogster: 3 life no parole down to 1 w parole in 25 but gen-pop :/

At least something was successful that day. You sent a quick message for him to tell you when it was done and you thanked him for pulling your weight with the case you insisted on.

After Elektra plugged in a small device, you three began wandering the floor. Matt stopped you all every so often, pulling you and Elektra around a corner or pushing you two down a short hall. Maybe you would’ve been thankful if he hadn’t been hiding the truth from you.

When you finally reached the office, Matt broke into the safe while Elektra watched the doors. You wandered the space, flipping through pages and peeking through drawers. You didn’t know what exactly you were looking for but it was a decent distraction. Glancing up at your friend, you found her panicking.

“I take it, it's not there.” Matt said in annoyance.

“It was supposed to be here!” She insisted.

You offered a quick whistle and pointed to the bottom hem of your dress, which was moving with an air current.

“Why is there air coming from under the wall?” You asked quietly, stepping closer and tapping lightly. You tapped the panel beside it and found a different depth to the sound.

“Do that again.” Matt said suddenly as he practically jumped up to be beside you.

You offered him a look but did it again, tapping the same few spots.

“Hear that?” You leaned around him to ask Elektra. “It’s hollow here.”

“There’s an electrical current running through it, too.” Matt explained, running his hand across the wall until the bookshelf. “There’s an interruption here.”

You decided you weren’t going to comment on how he could do that while Elektra fidgeted with the bookshelf. The door popped open and she hurried inside to find the ledger. You stayed outside the secret room, watching the door. It seemed unlike your group’s luck to get that far with no challenge so you tapped your scar. You slid your finger along it until you picked up the Yakuza’s radio frequency.

You didn’t need to speak Japanese to know they were on to you.

“The Roxxon ledger.” Elektra gasped.

“Great. We need to move.” You popped your head in. “Pretty sure they’re on the way to us, unless you guys want to take on however many people we’ve been sneaking away from all night.. Up to you.”

Everyone hurried over to the elevators but found they weren’t working. The power shut off and you cursed quietly. You grabbed Elektra, who grabbed Matt, and pulled her down the other side of the hall. After a short fight in a conference room, you three were able to get to the stairwell and down a couple floors.

You pushed them into a different conference room when you heard the door to the stairwell click open. You snatched the book out of Elektra’s hands and dropped your bag beside it. You pushed Matt’s jacket down his arms and tossed it over the book, making sure it was fully covered.

“Get on the table.” You pointed to Elektra, who happily sat atop the glass. You placed yourself between her knees and reached for Matt’s wrists.

“What are you doing?” Matt asked as you pulled him to stand in front of you.

“Trust me.” You shrugged. “Unless you want to get shot in the head. I can stop.”

He frowned at you but didn’t stop you. You tucked his hands behind you to meet Elektra’s legs. You felt her chin rest on your shoulder as she watched the movement of your hands. You tugged his tie apart and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I see.” Elektra mused, draping an arm over your other shoulder. “But we should make it a bit more believable, don’t you think?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, El.” You argued quietly.

“We do have a little time.” She smiled and you turned to face her. You sighed slightly and raised your eyebrows expectantly. “Now this is like old times.” She said with a wink as she placed two fingers under your chin and gently pulled you closer.

“Not this time, babe.” You muttered as your lips brushed against hers, making her pout. “Nice try though.” You pulled away and grinned.

“Kiss me.” You told Matt as you turned back around.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. Mix in that it’s more than the traditional two, no one will look that long.”

“You just want an excuse to kiss him.” Elektra murmured in your ear and you saw Matt offer a small smirk.

“Like you wouldn’t take the chance.” You chuckled slightly as Matt’s hand slid across your cheek to the back of your head, pulling your lips to meet his gently.

Kissing him back, you felt every inch of your body ignite, like a dream realized. Your own hands slid up Matt’s chest, behind his neck so your fingers could slide into his hair. He made the smallest sound in his throat, like he was trying to hide it, and you smiled slightly against his lips.

Elektra’s hands slid up your arms, over your shoulders and down your back until she found your hips. She pulled you back against her as Matt took a step forward to press his body against yours. You gasped slightly and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You reached back to flatten a hand on the desk for balance but Elektra took your hand and placed it on her leg instead, inching your fingers under her dress. Her other hand gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, which sent a shiver down your spine.

Matt pulled away, trying to catch his breath as he grinned at you. The hand you still had in hair slid down, trailing down his chest and stomach and ghosting over scars and bruises. It almost slipped your mind that your little steamy interaction was only a ruse, especially given the electricity zipping through every inch of your body and the tingle of your skin everywhere it met his. Mixing in Elektra’s purposeful and featherlight touches, you felt yourself at the edge of melting

It was all you ever wanted, to feel Matt’s body heat pressed against you. His hands fitted to your body as if you two were made to fit together. Lips on yours as if they were always meant to be connected, like no one else should ever have the chance.

But all of those feelings, it felt like kissing Daredevil. And it twisted the entirety of the moment into something that just felt fake.

“Get on your knees.” He said lowly.

Despite your usual composure, you felt a heat climb your cheeks as you knelt down. You busied your hands at his belt while him and Elektra began kissing, just as the door opened.

“Don’t move!” The man called, forcing Matt and Elektra apart.

Matt hurried to help you up while Elektra flipped over dramatically to gather his jacket and the ledger. While the Yakuza came closer, you feigned your own intoxication and wobbled on your feet, giggling as you teetered and reached for your bag.

“Qui êtes-vous ? Pourquoi nous dérangez-vous ? Nous ne faisons de mal à personne.” You hiccuped, reaching for Elektra to steady yourself. The man pushed you two towards his partner while he checked Matt. (Who are you? Why are you bothering us? We’re not hurting anyone.)

“Vous n'êtes pas tous les deux amusants !” You pouted, making Elektra laugh. (You’re both no fun!)

You and your partners were allowed to leave, feigning your intoxication and innocence as you hurried through the party. You and Elektra giggled and bumped into people, offering slurred apologies and wide grins. You stole drinks off serving trays and left them half empty on open tables. You two stumbled down the stairs, laughing widely when you caught each other until you got back into the car. You sighed in relief and listened as Elektra explained what she saw in the book. You quietly gathered all of your original belongings when Elektra’s voice drew your attention.

“Quelque chose ne va pas ?” She asked and your brows raised. She must’ve figured it was something you didn’t really want to say in front of Matt. “Y/N?” (Is something wrong?)

“Il a déménagé et a agi beaucoup comme lui…” You looked up and frowned slightly. Matt’s brows were furrowed as he listened and you knew he wasn’t fluent in French, but he could understand some. “Je pensais que c'était impossible, mais maintenant je n'en suis pas si sûr. Mais c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas ?” (He moved and acted a lot like him… I thought it was impossible but now I’m not so sure. But it’s true, isn’t it?)

“Vous connaissez déjà la réponse, n'est-ce pas ?” She asked gently. (You already know the answer, don’t you?)

“Je suppose que oui.” You nodded. (I guess so.)

“Au moins, vous avez finalement eu un vrai baiser.” She tried gently. (At least you two finally got a real kiss.)

“Ce n'était pas plus réel que le photomaton.” You answered with a tight smile, trying to play it off like you didn’t care. “D'ailleurs, il a une petite amie. C'est aussi mon amie...” (That was no more real than the photo-booth. Besides, he has a girlfriend. She’s my friend, too…)

“I’m sorry.” She said honestly. “I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to find out.”

“Maybe I was hoping I wouldn’t find out at all.” You shrugged. “Makes everything a bit more complicated, doesn’t it?”

Elektra dropped you off first. You thanked her for the ride and the dress before climbing out, carefully avoiding any contact with Matt. He began to say something but you closed the door before he could. Instead, you headed upstairs and began to change for bed.

You were microwaving leftovers when your phone rang so you tapped your implant.

“Yeah?” You said as you pulled a drink from your fridge.

“He pled not guilty.” Matt said when you answered.

“Shit.” You sighed. “Foggy tell you that?”

“Hey, Y/N.” Foggy added. “Sorry, Karen said you weren’t answering so I was gonna just tell you tomorrow but Matt insisted. How’s your flooding situation?”

Matt scoffed loudly.

“It’s fine.” You ignored the noise. “I gotta do a lot of cleaning but could’ve been worse. What happened with Frank?”

“Reyes pulled every string she has and fast tracked the trial.”

“Can we motion to extend?”

“We can streamline our case theory but we can’t waste time fighting the charges-“ Matt suggested.

“Wait. How many charges were there again?”

“Too many to fight right now.”

“That’s not a number.” You frowned.

“We don’t need a number if-“

“If some of them can get knocked off or dropped to misdemeanors, yes we do. And last I checked, you aren’t-“

“Can you guys stop?” Foggy cut in quickly. “I’m tired of you two bickering over everything! Any chance you get, you two are screaming at each other like you hate each other! I’m sick of it!”

“Sorry, Foggy.” You said softly as your microwaved beeped.

Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You realized that it was yet another time where you had been so zoned in on Exodus, that your regular life was merely background noise. You knew you had been arguing with Matt a lot more lately, but didn’t really think it was affecting anyone else.

“Frank thinks he’s sticking it to Reyes or something. It must’ve been cause of what we said before, I don’t know… I just- I hope your schedules are clear and you two can get it together, because The People V. Frank Castle starts next week.”

“Сукин сын.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “Okay, okay, we can make something work. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” (Son of a bitch.)

The next few days went by in a blur. You were ignoring calls from Elektra. You ignored the few unprecedented messages from Natasha regarding her sudden interest in your mental status. You were in and out of Metro-General constantly, talking to Frank and trying to create a defense with your team.

You and Matt were able to keep your bickering to a minimum, thanks to you deciding not to speak to him unless it was about the case. It wasn’t your favorite course of action, but every time you looked at him, all you could see was Daredevil.

Then your skin felt hot with memories of where his fingers had left permanent stains on your body through your suit. All you could see were the hidden red eyes and little horns staring back at you instead of the boy who had swooped in and made a home in your heart.

There were even a few nights where you fell asleep at the hospital because you didn’t want to go work on anything with him at the office. Frank was better company than Matt through it anyways. Frank made you laugh and helped you be less mopey and distraught. He teased you about hating the same guy you loved.

By the time the trial rolled around, you felt as well prepared as you could and thought you had a good concept of who Frank really was. But at the same time, you felt like you were all going to fall flat on your faces and embers as yourselves in front of the hundreds of eyes that were glued to your case.

Maybe it was a bad idea to pick a fight with the DA.

The atmosphere of the room was tense when you were brought in to talk about the jury. Everyone in the courtroom had their own strong emotions about Frank and the whole room was divided. Some of the jury looked at him in awe, admiration, a few with desire even. The rest radiated hatred, contempt, disgust. Foggy was right. Everyone had an opinion on Frank Castle and that was gonna make your job that much harder.

“M’Naghten rule is still our best bet.” Foggy reasoned, drawing a scoff from you.

“What’s that?” Karen asked from the other room.

“Insanity plea.” You answered in annoyance. “And we’re not doing it.”

“We need to buy a ‘not guilty’ verdict.” He explained. “A high school debate team could prove that Castle did it.”

“I don’t care.” You rubbed your eyes in frustration. “He’s not insane and if you try to insinuate he is, he will fight you on it. Is that really the hill you wanna die on?”

“Really?” He frowned at you.

“Poor choice of words. My fault.” You nodded.

“Since when are you an expert in Frank Castle’s reactions?” Matt asked with a slight scoff.

You chose to ignore the fight he was trying to pick but you didn’t miss the pointed look Foggy shot him or the wave of jealousy that rolled off of him. When put together, it almost made you laugh, especially since Matt couldn’t see the look.

At least, you didn’t think he could.

You didn’t understand what he could or couldn’t see anymore given the way he fights as Daredevil.

“He’s intense, definitely, but he’s not insane.” You continued calmly. “Looking at the what happened without the why it happened would make anyone look bad.”

“I think Y/N’s right.” Karen agreed and you gave Foggy a triumphant look. “I’m not so sure he’s insane.”

“See? Even the girl who almost got shot doesn’t think so.”

“Okay, really?” She glared at you.

“It’s true!” You defended with a shrug.

“You’re both gonna tell me that he hasn’t at least driven past Crazy Town?” Foggy teased.

“Fog, c’mon.” You sighed.

“They’re right. Insanity only has a .12% acquittal rate in New York anyway.” Matt chimed in.

“Besides, Reyes would probably call some psych expert to tear that defense apart.” You shook your head.

“What defense?” Foggy laughed. “Y/N, we have nothing.”

“Could we- Y/N, could we push for a mistrial?” Karen asked you, causing you to turn and look up at her. “We talk about the DNR, the suits. Reyes’ involvement. We get her kicked off the case.”

“She wouldn’t see it coming.” Matt said.

You stood from your chair and began pacing, taping your chin as you spoke through your thoughts.

“I’m pretty sure the DNR should’ve only been signed by Frank, someone Frank would’ve designated as a medical proxy - probably would’ve been his wife - or the senior treating doctor. We’d need to see who signed it because she could’ve called for it and had the doctor sign it. Or even forged Frank’s signature and claimed it was done on arrival, unless he was noted as arriving unconscious. Then again, she could’ve had his chart changed, same as the family’s deaths.” You said to no one in particular. “But even then, we’d have a better shot if we had some sort of recording or written record of the shoot to kill from the attempted ambush the other night.”

“If we go down this road-“ Foggy added, standing from his own chair. “-we gotta prove, in a court of Law, that the government willfully hid evidence of the Punisher ambush against Grotto and that Reyes was involved.”

“I was there and you were there.” Karen gestured to herself and Foggy.

“You’re not exactly impartial. Remember that conflict of interest Reyes tried to threaten us with?” You countered easily. “The judge would throw the whole motion out.”

“Either way, we need an opening statement by tomorrow.” Foggy pressed.

“I can open with PTSD as a mitigating factor.” Matt tried. “Focus on his time at war.”

“Trauma is gonna get the same response as insanity.” You shook your head. “He won’t go for it.”

“I don’t exactly see you adding anything useful.” Matt spat back.

“I swear to God, Matt, you need to stop trying to make everything into an argument.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Both of you quit it.” Foggy mumbled.

“So wait.” Karen cut in and you let out a thankful sigh. “You think the war is what made Frank the way he is?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Because it’s nothing fair.” You nodded.

“Y/N.” Foggy groaned.

“It’s true!” You threw your hands forward. “He thinks Frank is broken or a lost cause. He’s a hypocrite.”

“How am I a hypocrite?” Matt scoffed. “It’s not like I’ve killed anyone.”

“No, but if it was Exodus on trial, you’d be turning over every goddamn stone looking for a chance to help, right?”

“This isn’t about her!”

“It’s always about her!”

You felt the heat rising up your neck so you turned away and closed your eyes tightly, hoping to clear the red sparks facing across your vision.

“Will you two just stop?” Foggy shouted, so suddenly it made you jump. “You two both wanted to take this case so put aside whatever you’re dealing with and work together. Because I will not let your stupid little argument sink this firm!”

You took a deep breath and turned back to your friends, running a hand down your face.

“You’re right… You’re right, I’m sorry.” You nodded and reached to pat Foggy’s arm.

“Our only goal is to reduce the charges and set precedent.” Matt explained, clearly not feeling a need to offer any apology of his own and it made you frown. “Castle’s made a lot of enemies so if he goes into general population-“

“He’s as good as dead.” You cut in plainly and leaned your hands on the table. “PTSD could potentially open the door to somewhere more secure…”

“Somewhere he can get help and doesn’t end with him killing anyone else.” Matt added.

“None of us really know what Castle saw over there so it’s technically possible, yeah… And research suggests that PTSD can be triggered by new stressors.”

“Like losing your family.” Karen finished.

“It’s not great but it’s something to start with.” You nodded. “Not a bad idea, Matt.”

“I’ve gotta get to work on this opening statement but we need to find out if Frank will be on board with this.” Matt said as he gathered his papers and headed out.

You had to clear your throat to cover your scoff. You didn’t want to argue with him again.

“I’ll go.” You pushed yourself off the table, thankful for the excuse to leave. “I know he’ll talk to me.”

“I actually wanted to talk to him too. I might’ve found something” Karen piped up and you nodded.

“You sure about that? You two going?” Foggy asked as you were slipping between Matt and Karen in the doorway.

“Yeah.” You called from the other room. “I’ve never really been scared of him anyway.”

“Maybe you should be.” Matt argued.

“Does Exodus scare you?” You countered and he frowned at you. “You have to recognize they use the same ideologies, making sure people suffer their consequences and all that dramatic stuff. They’re both just the one with a bigger stick.”

“What?” Karen made a face.

“It’s something Howard Stark used to say, I guess. I read it in from old interview. He said that peace just means having a bigger stick than the other guy… They’re not afraid to bring a big stick.” You shrugged. “And let’s be honest, the Kitchen kinda needed it.”

“Well let me get you the list of questions I’ve been working on before you guys take off.” Foggy said and disappeared into his office.

“Y/N.” Matt said as he tapped your arm.

“Mhmm?” You answered, not looking at him but pretending to be very intently searching for something in your bag.

“That night with Elektra at the.. the Roxxon Gala.” He said quietly, leaning in so no one else would hear.

“Yeah. What about it?”

“The way you… The way I was… How we..”

“I don’t think we need to talk about any of that here.”

“Y/N.”

You knew exactly what he was getting at. He was worried you knew he was Daredevil - or just worried about what he could do as a blind man. And you figured he was piecing together that you weren’t just an orphan on the run. Maybe he was connecting the dots to your own secret, so feigning ignorance would be the least confrontational option.

“Matt, just-“ You finally looked up. “If you’re waiting for me to make a big deal about it or try and confront you or out you about anything, then you’re worried for nothing.” You watched as his brows furrowed but he said nothing so you kept going. “I don’t care what you’re doing. I don’t care if you’re sleeping with Elektra again or whatever has you fawning over her all over again.”

“That’s not what I-“

“It doesn’t matter. What we did doesn’t matter either because it was all fake.” You cut in firmly.

“Was it?”

“It wasn’t?”

“Not all of it…”

“What?” You asked softly before shaking the thought from your head. “No. No, you can’t do that to Karen. You need to make damn sure that you’re picking the right girl this time. Because I think we both know you screwed up last time you picked Elektra over m- … over anyone else.”

You reached for the clipboard Foggy came back with. “She told me that you said no.. To helping her the first time.”

“I did.” He insisted.

“Try to stick to the script. Please.” He stared pointedly.

“I will give it a shot. But I make no promises. Maybe I’ll get some inspiration, who knows…” You smiled deviously as you glanced over the sheet and directed your next muttered sentence to Matt. “And I actually thought you would’ve meant it but you’re wrapped around her finger just as tight as before.”

“Y/N.” He tried.

“You sure about this, Y/N?” Karen asked gently.

“I'm not one to pawn off the work with an excuse.” You chuckled before glaring at Matt as you headed out the door.

“I’m serious about the script!” Foggy called out as you were closing the door.

You paused to stick your hand back in, flipping him off. The small action made your office laugh and you smiled at the lighter atmosphere. Even if it was only a fleeting moment, it was a nice change compared to the constant tension among you all.

Security clearance at the prison was quick, though they took your paperclips. You kept your head high as you followed the guards through the halls, ignoring the few catcalls and whistles. When you got to the room, Frank was already there.

“Hey.” You smiled slightly.

“Princess.” He nodded.

“Please don’t do that here.” You groaned and sat at the table. “You’ll get me in trouble.”

“That’s what you’re worried about getting in trouble for?” He offered a half smile.

“Anyways.” You said pointedly as you pulled some papers from your bag. “We’ve been looking over similar cases with the same or at least similar legal precedent and we were thinking if there was someone from possibly your military unit that could speak to your service.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Character witness.” You answered smoothly. “Pretty much, someone who knows you and can speak to what you’ve been through, stuff you saw over there, things you had to do…”

“PTSD, huh?” He chuckled in disbelief.

“Unless you wanna plead insanity and hope that miniscule acquittal rate works in your favor.” You countered with a shrug, which earned you an annoyed mumbled response. “It’s the best shot we have at the moment. Unless you have some other idea?”

“Don’t do that. It’s an insult.”

“A lot of veterans experience it. I probably have some, too. It’s possible that-“

“I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about them. It’s an insult to people who are actually going through it.”

“Getting shot in the head counts as trauma, Frank.” You scolded. “So does knowing your entire family was murdered. Pair that with your service and it’s a viable defense.”

“Y’know what? I see what you’re doing, Y/L/N. You wanna sit here and label me as some crazy-ass combat vet who-“

“I’m not trying to label you at all, Frank.” You cut in firmly. “What I’m trying to do is help you find out the truth about your wife and kids. But if you don’t work with me, then we have no chance. It won’t matter who killed your family because you’ll be too goddamn busy wasting your life in a shitty little jail cell. Every day will be another fight for your life, because let’s face it, you’ve pissed off almost everyone in this city. And you alone are gonna face repercussions for every fight you’re in, whether you start it or not. Is that really what you want? Because I can walk out and hand your ass right back to the lapdog of a Public Defender and not lose a second of sleep over it.”

He chuckled slightly and stared at you for a second, making you crack a small smile.

“Y’know, I think you’re nicer when Red’s around.” He teased and your jaw dropped.

“Never say that to me again.” You laughed. “God, you know he probably heard that.”

“Yeah, he probably did.” He nodded with a small smile.

“He’s gonna rub it in if I ever see him again.”

“I thought you two made nice with each other that night. What happened?”

“You really think now is the time to talk about this?” You raised your brows in accusation.

“Unless you wanted to go and get drinks.” He joked.

“Nah, I don’t even think Josie would want you there.” You chuckled and dropped your eyes to your fingers that began drumming against the table. “We just… We’re on different paths and it’s more prominent now, I guess. And he’s been lying to me and I figured it out… I figured out everything.”

“Everything?” He asked knowingly. “Is that why you and Murdock can’t seem to get along either?”

“Wait, how did you know?”

“C’mon, it was the… the voice. He don’t hide that the way you do.”

“Now you see why the accent is a thing.” You nodded. “I haven’t told him that I know anything but I’m pretty sure he can tell something’s up… Hence why everything’s an argument.”

“Look, I don’t know a lot about you two but…”

You lifted your eyes and found him staring at you, with something almost gentle in his expression.

“You two need each other. Any idiot could see that, even a blind guy. You’ll figure it out.”

You cracked half a smile.

“You’re getting soft on me, Castle.” You joked and he gave you a sound of disagreement. “You sound like Red, trynna be my shrink.”

He snorted a laugh.

“I think he got to you too, at least a little bit.”

“Maybe you two just need some couples’ counseling.” He shrugged with a lazy smile.

“Yeah? That a service you offer now?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded. “I do all that bullshit. What do you say, we get you on the books, huh?”

“Nah, I think you’re all booked up with the literal murder trial we’re in the middle of.”

“You’re the big time lawyer. Aren’t you supposed to be figuring out how to get me outta here?”

“That’s why I’m here, dumbass.” You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. “Trynna get you back to your successful counseling services.”

“I’m a regular Dr. Phil, yknow?” He shrugged and you laughed.

“Too bad we’re not together though.”

“You two bicker like you’ve been married for years.”

“Please. Never say that to me again either.” You chuckled.

There was a beat of silence as Frank thought about whatever it was he thought about.

“Colonel Ray Schoonover. My old CO. Ditch the PTSD defense but for a character witness, the Colonel, he’ll give you what you’re looking for.”

“Great, I’ll reach out… You got a backup in case he doesn’t answer?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna give me a name?”

“I’ll give it if you need it.”

“You act like I’m gonna do something to your friends.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nah, I think you’d like that one a little too much.”

“I don’t think I wanna know what that means. Anyways, I have Karen coming in when we’re done. She thinks she has some major moving parts that people don’t want to be seen.”

“Alright.”

“Just be open to what she has to say… That’s all I ask.”

“That’s all, huh?” His brows raised.

“See you in the morning.”

You switched with Karen and headed back to your office. When you got there, you found Matt in his office and Foggy in his. You announced your arrival and Foggy was the first to call you over as Matt shut his office door.

“Look at these Dogs of Hell depos.” He said quickly, shoving the papers at you without looking up. “They’re practically written in crayon.”

“You think we can poke some holes in them?” You asked as you flipped through the documents.

“A blind man could.” He scoffed.

“So… Matt.” You joked and Foggy grinned. “I’ll go get him.”

You took the papers and offered a quick knock before entering. You noticed how quick he pulled his phone from his ear so you shut the door behind yourself and glared at him.

“It’s Elektra again, isn’t it?” You asked tightly and he sighed.

“Hey.” He said quickly. “What’s up? How’d it go with Frank?”

“Are you kidding me?” You chuckled in annoyance. “This is the most important case of any of our careers and it starts in the morning. Is your opening statement ready? Is it even started?”

“Y/N, I-“ Matt tried but you reached out and snatched the phone instead.

“What is it now?” You asked harshly.

“Hello to you, too.” She mused.

“Cut the shit. What’s going on?”

“That encoded page in the ledger.” She answered, though you could bet that sure had rolled her eyes. “This is our one chance to decrypt it before the Yakuza adjust their plans. Two hours, Barclay and Church. I’ll expect you both.”

“Vous dites que comme s'il savait qui je suis..” You said carefully. “Est-ce le fait ?” (You say that like he knows who I am. Does he?)

“You’ll have to show up and find out.”

You shoved the phone back against his chest.

“I’m not going and neither should you.” You said simply, even though you did wonder if you could make the time. Not even to help Elektra really, more to poke around and see if Matt knew anything he shouldn’t. “The Dogs of Hell depos are pathetic so Foggy thinks we can find something here. And if you don’t finish that opening statement before you go screwing around with her.”

“Y/N, that’s not what’s going on.”

“I don’t care anymore, Matt. I don’t. You want to throw everything away because of her again, that’s on you. I can’t help someone who is refusing to make a change and is willing to hurt anyone around him.” You shrugged. “But if that-“ You pointed firmly to his desk. “-isn’t done before your little date night, I’ll do it myself and I will lose a lot of respect for you.”

“I promise, I’ll take care of it.”

You left his office, slamming the door a bit harder than necessary. You dropped in a chair beside Foggy and began reading through the depositions with him, thankful that he didn’t ask any questions about Matt’s participation.

“Oh! What did Castle say?” Foggy asked suddenly.

“He won’t endorse PTSD, but I already figured that.” You explained. “I know he’s talking to Karen about some of the family stuff, probably can find some discrepancies. But he gave me the name of his old CO so that’s something. And if he doesn’t answer, he said he had another guy in mind.”

“That’s good but it’s still his word against whoever for the family stuff, and he was also shot in the head.”

“You have to think though… Why would he lie about something so traumatic happening to the people he loved? I mean, I know I couldn’t tell a lie like that about you and Matt.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it like that.”

“I know you don’t know him or trust him, but you can’t tell me that man didn’t love his family with everything he had..”

Foggy nodded as he digested your words but said nothing else on the matter.

You two combed the depos and were able to find a few inconsistencies. You found conflicting reports between members and some blatantly exaggerated details. You went home with the excuse of needing your laptop and began fashioning an opening statement basing it off the idea of the morally grey area majority of people operate under and whether the means can justify the ends, along with the way the system failed the Castle family. You were hoping to pull a sympathy card with the jury, try to get people to see why Frank did what he did rather than just seeing how he did what he did.

You worked relatively quickly to jot down your bullet points and wondered if you had time to meet with Elektra. Even though you one better than to get involved, it’d be a lie to say you weren’t curious.

It was about ten minutes after the time Elektra said when you got to the building. You passed two scantily dressed women ranting in what sounded like Korean. Given you weren’t fluent in the language, you were able to make out ‘rich asshole… arrogant… professor” and figured you were headed in the right direction.

As you entered the apartment, you found the man on the ground with Daredevil and Elektra standing over him.

“What’d I miss?” You asked as you moved between them to kneel at the professor’s side. The sound of your accent sent the bitter taste of fear to your mouth, likely from the man on the foot. You grabbed him by his chin and tilted his head to either side as you examined the blood on his face before shoving him away and standing.

“Our new friend, Phillip, is being a bit difficult.” Elektra explained. “He’s worried the Yakuza will kill him.”

“Then he’s worried about the wrong thing.” You shrugged before grabbing his robe and yanking him to his feet.

You walked him backwards until he hit the window behind him. You pulled a knife from your belt and pressed it under his chin, ensuring the tip dug into the soft skin at the base of his jaw while your elbow was skillfully placed against the center of his chest. He whimpered slightly as the blade broke skin and a small stream of blood leaked down the knife and over your gloves fingers. You slammed your free hand against the glass by his head, sending a threatening crack echoing through the room.

“How high are we?” You asked over your shoulder. “Twenty stories?”

“Thirty.” Daredevil - Matt - answered as he stepped closer.

“You’d make quite the mess.” Elektra spoke aimlessly as she peered out the window to the ground below. “More liquid than solid, I’d imagine. What say you, Ex?”

“Care to find out, Phillip?” You asked, jamming your elbow harder.

“Please.” He whimpered.

You raised your fist to hit the glass again but your arm was caught. You turned and saw Dared- Matt with a hand around your elbow. He pushed your arm down and hit the glass on his own. Your brows raised as the cracks in the glass deepened so you tapped your mask and waited the second while your lenses calculated the strength of the glass. With Matt’s hits and the weight of your body leaning into Phillip’s, the glass integrity was dropping every second.

Eighty one percent.

“I’ll pay you. I’ll do anything.” He whined.

“Once more.” Elektra said with an amused tune to her voice.

Another hit brought the glass to seventy percent.

“It’s gonna break.” Elektra mocked.

“It’s got a bit of give.” You tilted your head and she hummed in response.

Another hit. Fifty nine.

Forty seven.

Thirty two.

Twenty.

Eleven.

“Alright, I’ll do it!” Phillip panicked.

You listened as the glass continued to crack, just under the weight of his body being pressed against it. You tilted your head slightly as a small red alert flashed across your lens, signaling less than ten percent integrity. You let out a small chuckle as Matt grabbed you by the wrist you had across Phillip’s chest and pulled you away. You threw Phillip towards Elektra and while she talked to him about the ledger, you and Matt stayed by the window.

It shattered only moments after Phillip was away from it and you were hit with a cold wave, and it wasn’t from the new flow of air in the room. Looking over at Matt, you realized it was from him, though the specificity of the feelings were hard to place. He wasn’t afraid of what happened. He wasn’t angry with how far you were willing to go. He was upset that he let himself go that far. And even though you were still pissed beyond belief, you felt yourself feeling bad for your friend.

“You alright?” You asked lamely as you tapped the edge of your mask.

“Fine.” He pushed past you and it reminded you why you two were drifting apart in the first place.

“Придурок.” You grumbled and moved to stand with your friends while tucking your blade away. (Asshole.)

“Next one is tonight at 11.” Phillip explained. “Bay Ridge Rail Yard.”

“A train shipment?” You asked and crossed your arms. “What are they getting delivered by land? Yakuza get most things by water, no?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t say.”

You rolled your eyes and lifted your hand, showcasing your Bite.

“I swear! It doesn’t say!” Phillip panicked and threw the paper at Matt’s feet as he put his hands up in surrender. “I can’t help you anymore.”

“Then that makes you useless.” You shrugged and fired the blue shot at his forehead anyway, making him fall unconscious.

“Good luck, Elektra. Red.” You nodded to them.

“You’re not coming?” She called after you. “But you’ll miss the fun!”

“My world doesn’t revolve around what you need. I have a job that requires my attention for tomorrow. I can’t exactly do well if I’m up all night fighting Yakuza, now can I?”

“So what?” Matt scoffed. “You’re just gonna… run away from this?”

You froze at the elevator.

“Excuse me?” You sneered over your shoulder.

“You heard me.”

“You got a lot of nerve to try and talk shit to me.” You said firmly and tried to keep your anger under control, spinning on your heels to see them both coming towards you. “I didn’t even want to be here because I have more important things to worry about. But you, I bet, chose to be here instead of your regular life. Didn’t you?”

“Watch it.”

“I should watch it?” You laughed in disbelief. “I’m not the one bending over backwards at her beck and call, am I? Tell me.. Does your little girlfriend from your office know you’re with her every night?”

“My office? … What do you know?”

“Я все знаю.” You smirked triumphantly, any importance of your friendship slipping your mind. “Tell me. Does your girlfriend know you kissed Y/N at that little party?” (I know everything.)

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Enough of this lover’s quarrel.” Elektra stepped between you two. “Exodus, I need your help. Please. You said you would help us with the Yakuza.”

“Not at the price of my career.” You reasoned. “Besides, you have him as your lap dog. You don’t need me.”

“I’ve always needed you.” She reached for your hand but you backed away. “You’re my friend, believe it or not.”

“I don’t…” You groaned and ran a hand over your mouth. “I don’t need this shit. Friends or not, you can’t expect me to do everything with you.”

“Come with us, find what’s on that shipment, and then decide if you’re done… Y/N didn’t go through all that trouble to get that ledger for us not to follow it all the way through.”

“Ты сука.” You muttered as the elevator popped open. “This is better be quick.” You stepped in, allowing them to follow. (You’re a bitch.)

It was easy enough to get to the train yard and find the shipment. You hung back and allowed Matt and Elektra to do all the heavy lifting. They chatted about what was in the car, but a scan with your mask showed nothing worthwhile. You almost laughed when they opened the car and nothing but sand spilled out.

Matt was quick to pull you two away when he heard people coming. You had half a mind to yank your arm away and stay where you were, but you knew you’d be fighting alone, and what was the point in that?

You three snuck off to the nearest platform and waited for the guards to arrive. Utilizing your mask, you saw three men incoming, one for each of you.

You acted first, ducking the swinging barrels of their guns before singling one man out. You didn’t really pick out a target, rather you just kicked out at the first one you saw.

Your foot connected with the side of their head and he nearly fell to the ground as his gun clattered from his hands. Before any of his friends could come to his assistance, Elektra and Matt moved in.

The man reached for a knife instead and you almost got sliced by it. You leaned away and stuck up your forearm to block his attack. You landed two sharp body shots before stepping under his raised arm and slamming your elbow against his jaw. You brought your forearm up from under his arm to slam against his wrist and send his knife flying from his hand.

You caught the knife easily and slammed your hand down to drive the knife into his leg. He groaned loudly but you ripped out the knife as you brought your elbow up into his nose, hearing a sickening crack. You hooked your arm behind his leg and quickly jerked his legs from under him, making him land hard on his back. You brought the knife down a final time into the center of his chest, twisted to the right, and pulled it out, leaving your fingers coated in blood while he coughed weakly before he died.

You tucked the knife into an empty slot on your holster and glanced around for your partners.

“At least eight more.” You announced as you helped Elektra to her feet. “You gonna keep up?” You teased with a small smile and she gave you a small laugh.

“I knew you’d have fun.” She grinned as she pulled up her mask.

“Bien sûr, mais j'attends sa conférence pour avoir tué ce type pour ruiner l'humeur.” You shrugged before ducking behind some pallets and she chuckled. (Sure, but I’m waiting on his lecture for killing that guy to ruin the mood.)

The next set of guards put up more of a fight than the first, though maybe it was due to their numbers. Matt and Elektra handled the uneven battles well, as did you. You ended up cornered with two men, one with dual blades and the other with a gun. You were trying to calculate a good attack - maybe one that didn’t kill them both - when the swordsman attacked first.

He swung one blade high and you were hardly able to get an arm up to block it. You were quick to pin his other blade underneath your foot. Using your free hand, you grabbed his raised wrist and turned into his chest to wrap his arm around yourself. You put your foot on the pallet in front of you and kicked off, spinning both of you until his extended blade punctured the gunman in the chest.

You slipped out of the embrace and kicked at his back to drive the original blade deeper into his friend. You lifted the discarded sword just as the man pulled the first out of his partner and turned on you, a new rage and determination burning through him. He muttered something, likely a threat on your life, before coming at you in full force.

His attacks were hard and fast, almost too much for you to dodge.

Almost.

He landed a quick slice to your cheek and he grinned viciously. You chuckled and wiped the blood away with the back of your hand before you moved in again. You ran at him and drove the sword through his foot. He bent over and yelled in pain, allowing you to plant hands on his back and flip over him. You gripped his shirt in your maneuver, pulling him into an awkward arch and you landed in a kneel.

You spun on your knees and he cried out as the movement spun his punctured foot, making the blood splatter across the floor. You changed your grip to hold him by his shirt front as you slammed your Bite against his neck and released the full voltage your weapon could manage.

You tried to regain your breath as you found Matt and Elektra again. You picked up the discarded gun on the floor and fired two headshots to the last two men Elektra was against.

“Took you long enough.” She said through her own heavy breaths.

“Thought you didn’t need me.” You chuckled and tossed the gun away, wiping the persistent stream of blood from your face.

Glancing down, you saw the engraved ‘E’ was nearly unrecognizable with all the blood that’s come to stain it. You frowned at it, only for a moment as you remembered what you had been with Matt. Before you knew anything, before you even really suspected anything.

How had everything changed so fast?

“You’re hurt.” Matt commented as he stood in front of you.

“It’s nothing.” You said mindlessly, not realizing he was already in front of you.

He grabbed your face and turned you to face him and the action earned him a glare. His thumb grazed the fresh wound and you winced, pulling away from him.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” He scolded.

“Let me rephrase then.” You said sourly. “It’s not your problem. Good night.”

“What about your job in the morning?” Elektra asked and you could’ve sworn there was genuine concern there.

“They’ll never know.” You shrugged before hurrying home.

You stared in the mirror when you got home, standing in your bathroom with your suit still on. You realized you hardly recognized yourself. Scars and blood and bruises were nothing new when you saw yourself, when you thought of yourself. But there was something lacking in your eyes, something hollow.

You used that emotion, that disappointment, and let it manifest as healing. As repairing the slice on your cheek. The wound flashed a dingy gray - the same color you would paint that disappointment as - before it disappeared, your skin as smooth as it was before you went out with only the slightest of discoloration. You blew out a sigh and thought you’d feel better knowing it was as if it never happened but…

You still felt empty.

Only a few blocks away, Matt was cleaning up Elektra’s wounds. They chatted momentarily about all the scars when Elektra had to ask.

“And Y/N? Has she seen the scars?” She asked gently as the two sat on the couch.

She meant no harm with the question. As much as she loved Matt and wanted to be with him, she thought Y/N was better for him than she was. Despite them both having their secrets, she saw Y/N’s heart and her soul. Y/N, regardless of the blood on her hands and the trauma of her past, was still a good person in Elektra’s eyes.

“A couple.” Matt shrugged. “But I told her I got hit by a car.” He chuckled slightly as he thought of how she scolded him when he broke it open again.

“And she believed that?”

“Not at all.”

“Smart girl.” Elektra smiled. “Oh! I haven’t seen this one.” She pointed out a scar on his stomach.

“Yeah, the Russians like their knives.” He explained. “At least, I think it was the Russians.. Might’ve been Ex, actually.”

“She’s still Russian, no?”

“I don’t really know what she is.” He sighed.

“Is this the one Y/N saw?” She traced the scar on the opposite side of his abdomen.

“Yeah.. How’d you know?”

“It’s cleaner than the others. Her handiwork, I’m sure.”

He smiled slightly as he remembered how gentle her touches were, how she wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt him. But Matt knew she could never hurt him.

“I’m glad you two found each other again.”

“I don’t know… It just feels off lately. Ever since Exodus and I put Fisk away, she’s been different.”

“Have you asked her about it? I’m sure she’d talk to you.”

“She’s been arguing with me every chance she gets.” He shook his head sadly. “It’s like she’s pulling away. I don’t know what changed.”

“Maybe you did…” Elektra offered and Matt tilted his head. “Maybe being Daredevil has changed you and it’s changing your relationships. But I know you, Matthew, and I know you need Y/N.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded slowly.

He didn’t know why Elektra cared so much about his relationship with Y/N. He knew how he cared about her and how he hated what was happening between them but still, it wasn’t Elektra’s business. Besides, he had Karen.

And friends fight all the time so it wasn’t the end of the world to fight with Y/N. His fight with Foggy after the reveal lasted for longer than this, didn't it?

But if it wasn’t the end of the world, why did it feel like it was? Like everything he knew - everything he wanted - was crumbling beneath his feet?

Why did it feel like Y/N knew something that he didn't and it was exactly that secret that was pulling them apart?

The next morning in the courtroom, everything bordered on being overwhelming for you. Shutting out the emotions of the entire gallery was tough given how high strung everyone was. The chatter blurred together to a crescendo of a buzzing sound and the feelings crashed into you like waves.

Hate. Admiration. Respect. Repulsion. Disbelief. Awe.

Every emotion was another sensation, another taste in your mouth, another fog in your vision, another lingering feeling across your skin that made you want to rip it all off. You had to block out everything while keeping yourself in check.

This was the biggest test of your life.

“Alright, what the hell is going on with him?” Karen whispered urgently to you and Foggy.

“It’s fine.” You said through tight teeth. “I can do the opening.”

“You sure?” Foggy asked. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

“All rise. Court is now in session.” The bailiff announced.

“Don’t have a choice now.” You muttered as you stood.

You all were instructed to take your seats and your fingers tapped the table as Reyes delivered her opening. Foggy and Karen muttered among themselves about Matt and where he was, but that was the furthest thing from your mind.

You knew he was probably in bed, Elektra wrapped in his arms. The thought - mixed with the influx of projected emotions - nearly tipped you over the edge. The only thing that drew you back was when Reyes neared your table, only to point out that Frank wasn’t a hero.

You had to bite your tongue to hold back your scoff but you knew she didn’t miss your heated glare.

“Ms. Y/L/N, are you prepared to make your opening statement?” The judge asked.

“She’s good.” Foggy sighed.

“So is she.” Karen nodded as you stood.

“Yes, Your Honor.” You smiled and stepped out from around the table. You decided to funnel the emotions you were being fed into your words, words you directed at the jury.

You needed to win as many of them as you could. And maybe it was wrong to manipulate the jury. It would probably discredit your entire case. But there was no way anyone would know.

Right?

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury.” You began simply, taking slow and calculated steps as you ran through the thoughts you had prepared the night before.

But all you could picture was that stupid fight with the Yakuza at the train yard and you felt a slight burning of your cheek.

“Today makes the beginning of a landmark case… Today marks the start of something major for more than New York. I stand here, with my colleagues, in the middle of the case of our careers, to be honest with you all.” You chuckled nervously and you noticed a few jurors lean forward in interest and it was like you could see your words floating through the air and into their ears.

“I want to ask you all to imagine being young, in a foreign county, with a gun in your hand and orders in your mind. On the other side of a blazing desert, someone wants you dead. They’re shooting. They’re screaming. Men and women beside you are dying. There’s blood and dirt and bullets and bodies, all around you… It’s a scary thing, but you endure it anyway.

“You endure it for the life that you have waiting for you, your life here with family and the people you love. People who love you and are the ones to hold you up when you get back and all you feel you can do is fall to their feet. Now.. I ask you to imagine those people being taken from you.

“This man-“ You gestured to Frank. “-endured exactly that. An excellent husband, a doting father, and a decorated marine that just wanted to pick up his life… But he couldn’t, due to local criminals. And the police and our very own District Attorney did nothing to stand up for them.

“Mr. Castle never got home. He moved from one warzone to another without warning.”

The side door opening drew your attention for a moment as Matt walked in, as disheveled as you would’ve expected.

“Today is not about vigilantes. It is beyond people in masks throwing punches in an alley. It is about how the justice system failed him.” You pointed behind you and saw a few jurors nod. “It is about one man becoming a pawn to cover up that mistake. Life is not as black and white as we want to believe. Most of us actually operate in that little grey area, be it going a couple miles over the speed limit every now and then or ignoring our seatbelt because ‘it’s just down the street’ or not mentioning the twelve-pack of sodas at the bottom of the cart.”

You saw a couple shoulders shake with a silent chuckle.

“The prosecution is out for blood, but to get that, they need to prove their case beyond any reasonable doubt. What I ask of you today is not to consider Frank as a hero or a vigilante or even a criminal. I ask to keep an open mind and think about the why. Think about the means rather than the ends and I believe you’ll see another side to this man. Thank you.”

“Pretty thick slice of bullshit there, Counselor.” Frank commented as you returned to your table.

You offered a small smile in return as you slid into your chair, now between Matt and Foggy. Karen reached over to give your hand a small squeeze and you smiled in thanks. Foggy clapped you on the back and Matt said nothing, as you expected.

“You’re welcome.” You replied and he scoffed slightly, though you knew there was amusement in the noise.

Later in the hall, you snapped on Matt.

“Are you serious, Matt?” You tried not to yell as you pushed him by his chest. “You promised me that you would have the opening statement ready and this is the shit you pull? God, I should’ve known you were going to bail on me. You knew I would cover your ass so you just blew it off, didn’t you?”

“No, that- that’s not what happened!” He tried to argue.

“That’s exactly what happened!” You laughed in annoyance. “You ran off to do God knows what and ignored this! Matt, you promised..”

“I’m sorry, okay? Really, I am!” He insisted, reaching for your arm but you knocked his hand away with a scoff. “I caught some of your opening statement and, Y/N, you were great!”

“You were amazing.” Karen added. “The jurors were practically hanging off your every word.”

“Yeah, I can have that effect on people.” You waved a hand and Karen gave you a wide-eyed, knowing expression.

“I'm serious! The sympathy card and the emphasis on that grey area of morality, it was incredible!” Matt continued and you couldn’t help but pick up on his frazzled state.

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” You scoffed and moved to a nearby bench, gripping it tightly as you leaned forward in hopes to find something to settle yourself. Your stomach was still churning and you were honestly afraid you would vomit. “Karen, who’s on the witness list for tomorrow?”

She flipped through the pages until she found it and passed it to Foggy, who was now sitting beside you and patting your back.

“You okay?” He asked gently.

“Little overwhelmed is all.” You nodded. “Who’s on it?”

He offered a small smile before peaking into the folder.

“Tepper.” He handed it back to Karen. “Reyes is gonna call the Chief Medical Examiner.”

“From rocky start to hail mary.” You sighed in relief.

“What do we know about him?” Matt asked quickly and your nerves sparked again, forcing you to grip the bench tighter.

“I showed Frank a copy of his family’s autopsy report.” Karen chimed in and you mouthed a ‘thank you’. “He says they’re faked and Tepper’s name is all over them.”

“That’s great!” Matt said. “We should get him on the record.”

“We already said that.” You cut in tightly, turning your head to glare at him. “And you would’ve known if you had bothered to come into the goddamn office! At least when I take off, I call someone to get caught up or I get to it early in the morning. I don’t make mistakes that impact everyone else! God, Matt, do you ever just think about anyone else other than whatever bullshit you’re doing?!”

“Y/N.” Foggy said gently. “Take a breath, alright?”

“Yeah.. Yeah, you’re right.” You nodded and rubbed your hands over your face.

Matt came over and knelt in front of you, reaching for your wrists. You didn’t have it in you to fight him on it and you felt his thumbs slide under your sleeves and gently rub against your skin. Usually you would’ve thought it was just a gesture to try to help you focus on something else, but now you knew what he was really up to. He was trying to read your physiological response.

You settled yourself as best you could. Not nearly flatlined but close enough that Matt couldn’t discern anything specific.

“Let me take the lead on it, okay?” He insisted.

“Like you took the lead this morning?” Foggy scoffed.

“You two have made your point, alright? Let me at least try.”

“Even if we get the false reports entered into evidence..” Foggy began.

“Which is a big if since it pertains to an unrelated crime.” You said plainly and Foggy pointed to you in agreement.

“Odds are slim he’s gonna incriminate himself.” He finished.

“Unless three brilliant attorneys can figure out a way to trip him up.” Karen tried.

“More like two, since one of us isn't really present.” You muttered and pulled your arms away slowly to cross them over your chest.

Matt frowned but stood and stepped closer to Foggy.

“Y’know what? You want it? Knock yourself out.” Foggy gave in and stood. “But Tepper isn’t talking without a fight since the DA pulls his strings.”

“Not to mention he’s had plenty of time to bulletproof his story and we have, what, 12 hours to tear it down. I don’t know how we do that by tomorrow but go ahead, Matt.” You sighed and stood.

“Karen’s gonna catch me up and we’re gonna find a way.” Matt insisted. “I won’t let you down again, Y/N.”

“Whatever. I’m going back to the office and try to prep for the rest of this trial. Foggy?” You rubbed your eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling some of the stress and pent up emotions leaving with the exhale.

“Yeah, right behind you.” He nodded. “We can pick up food on the way, on me.”

“By the way, Matt. You look like shit.” You said simply before turning and leaving.

You and Foggy spent the night comparing reports from the medical examiner. You tried finding other discrepancies or repetitive claims that could be used as potential doctorings. You compared every report with every crime scene photo. You even took extra care to see if there was a mislabeled gun used compared to the actual gun used.

You had to ignore multiple calls from Elektra.

The trial the next morning was just as straining as it had been the day before, blocking out emotions and controlling your own. As Blake Tower finished his questioning of Tepper, you felt the vibration of his nerves.

“He’s nervous.” You muttered, thankful that you were seated between Frank and Karen instead. You glanced down at your papers and pretended to flip through them. “Look at how he’s biting his nails. Someone who deals with dead bodies all day doesn’t put their hands in their mouth like that… You think Matt can do this?” You turned to Karen.

“Yeah, he had some really good stuff last night.” She nodded.

It wasn’t long into Matt’s questioning before Tepper snapped about a confession and the gallery was cleared. Tepper confessed to everything, altering the autopsy reports on Frank’s family and an additional John Doe with multiple gunshot wounds from that same day. Your brain was trying to piece together who the unknown man could’ve been and why he mattered when Tepper’s next few sentences caught your attention.

“She said she didn’t give a damn who got to me before. If I didn’t tell the defense what really happened, she’d hunt me down and kill me.”

“Who told you this?”

“I don’t know… A woman. Her face was covered. Had some foreign accent.”

“Эта сука..” You mumbled and leaned your chin into your hand. (That bitch.)

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