#matt murdock x platonic!reader
Text
They're Gonna Taste My Venom
-The DD Trio x Symbiote!Teen!Reader-
Main Masterlist || Part Two || Part Three
🕷️Summary: Due to their expansion in their business, the trio decides to hire a helping hand to help string things along. The girl is… a little quirky, Karen admits, Or Foggy notices she’s a bottomless pit for snacks, Or that Matt can hear her talking to herself quietly sometimes. But it’s nothing they can’t handle– Oh, no! Now she just bit someone’s hand off, she’s speaking in a deeper tone, and she’s apologizing profusely as she hangs from the ceiling. She might be way out of their league after all.
🕷️Pairings: DD Trio x Platonic!Teen Reader; Karedevil; Foggy x Marci; Teen!Reader x Platonic!Venom
🕷️Rating: Teen-Mature
🕷️Word Count: 6,305
🕷️ Date: 2/21/24
🕷️Warnings: Implied Bad Homelife; Mention of Blood; Canon-Typical Violence; Interrogation; Kidnapping; (Underage) Drugging; Heavy Language; Heavy Dialogue; Mention of Cannibalism; Mention of Body Parts Being Torn Off; Mention of Eating Someone/Biting Off A Limb (Via: Symbiote). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
🕷️ A/N: Hello, dear readers! Welcome to my three part series of an idea that I have no idea where it came from. Lol. Seriously, this strange AU just popped into my head and I was like- "Man, maybe I should make that my next fic?". And BAM! Here it is! Hopefully it's good as I imagine it would be. Enjoy!
These past twelve months have been… something else. The snap that lasted for five years messed up everything that the troublesome trio worked for, which was to rebrand their business: Nelson, Murdock & Page. But hey, I guess in a… morbid(?) sickly? depressed? way, it did work out in the end. Business was pretty much booming, especially now that everyone who blipped was trying to get their homes or anything else they own back under their names and care. Now, not to toot their own horns, but they say they’re pretty good at multitasking.
Until…
They weren’t.
As they get busier with each passing day, the trio realizes that they’re stretching themselves so far thin that it’s starting to affect them. So after some intense conversations, they decided to hire a helping hand.
Y/N L/N.
Their new assistant that was just shy of seventeen and on her way to graduating high school. She was nervous, of course, when they first met her, but the nerves soon settled and she turned out to be a very charming person that they all agree they loved to have in the office. She was extremely helpful and willing to learn, always on her toes when they needed something, always organized and had everything ready when they had a case or a client coming in. None of them could ask for a better person in the position. Even though the girl was…
Well…
Kind of quirky.
Like she always prefers it cold, no matter what the temperature is. Karen notices she was barely wearing anything when they first met. It was in the middle of winter, and the girl was just wearing an oversize sweatshirt and a thin beanie. At first a bit of a motherly instinct took over and wondered if the poor girl just didn’t have anything to wear at home, or maybe couldn’t afford anything. Y/N eventually apologized and laughed saying that she just prefers this weather more than the heat. But despite that, Karen did gift her a warmer coat that the teen decided to wear (even if it felt forced).
.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that Miss Page.” Y/N said once she was handed over the nice coat.
“Please, I insist. I know you said you like the cold, but I would rather not see you sick.” Karen said, as the girl smiles and nods, promising to wear it until Spring.
.
Then it was the food. Now, Franklin Percy “Foggy” Nelson loved to eat just like any other person out there. But if there was an eating competition to suddenly spawn inside his office he would surely lose to his assistant. The kid was… a freaking bottomless pit. Just as Karen had suspected Y/N might be on the poor side, Foggy thought the same when he brought take out for lunch and the kid nearly ate everything on the table. She did it in a mannerful way but still (He’s surprised she didn’t inhale the table). So out of worriedness he started bringing her lunch, and the one day he forgot, she brought her own “five course” meal of sandwiches and sides.
.
“Maybe… she’s just a growing kid.” Karen once said as he shook his head.
“Don’t girls go through puberty early? There’s no way Y/N’s still growing.” He boasted as the blonde tried another excuse that he shot down quickly. “Nope! Matt! Can’t you tell?”
“Foggy, Matt is not about to smell nor hear if the poor girl is going through puberty!”
“Karen, come on–”
“NO!!”
.
The conversation ended up being wrapped up and placed in the back of the shelf for now, but occasionally it’ll come up when the girl polishes off something huge by herself (And everytime Karen proceeds to hit Foggy over the head with her shoe as Matt tries not to laugh).
Then there was the human lie detector, Matt Murdock and his tales of Miss L/N. When he first met her of course he was a little on edge, I mean he was still learning to not leave his guard up all the time after promising Foggy and Karen he was going to do better and be trustworthy. The girl was nervous during the interview, but managed to win over their hearts about halfway through yet…
Matt couldn’t shake what his senses were picking up.
On her first day of work she seemed cool as a cucumber, nothing to worry about. However her heartbeat was… strange. It was pulsing like any other healthy human being, but there were times where it would randomly accelerate. Like she would just be stapling papers together and it would pick up speed like a racehorse. A few times he feared she was having a heart attack before it went away.
The other thing he notices, and to follow Karen’s observation, the girl does tend to run rather hot. And when she does she would either shed off an extra layer or turn the tiny fan on her desk in the middle of a snow storm.
.
Hmm, maybe she’s just a natural furnace. He told himself once, recalling that his father was someone who always seemed to stay warm (but even he wasn’t crazy enough to go outside half dressed in -10 degree weather).
.
Then lastly, he realizes the girl likes to talk to herself quietly. At first he thought maybe she had an earbud in and was talking to someone, or maybe she was mouthing the lyrics of a song but… no. Sometimes it’s even hard for him to pick up what she’s saying ‘cause she’s so quiet, but the couple times he does hear her it sounds like she’s scolding herself.
.
Matt tilts his head, slightly zoning out on the conversation him and his partners were having as Y/N was in their kitchenette. From the smell of it she was making herself coffee and muttering and even jerking at something or someone that wasn’t even there.
“Shut up, I’m not eating that– No I’m not– You’re not either.” He hears her eye roll and almost sighs. “You’re not going to die, stop being a baby– Don’t call me the baby, you numbnut– Hey, you fucking bastard, I’ll–”
And then he kind of tuned out when he noticed Foggy was asking him a question.
.
A million different scenarios went through his head of what it could be. One that he’s just sticking with right now is she’s just a very imaginary kid. The other lingering thoughts weren’t so innocent. Someone’s home life could affect certain things. Maybe it’s–
“So what shall we do to celebrate?” Foggy said out of the blue in the present day. The sun was out shining, the weather was cool and just right, everything was blooming peacefully just as Spring should be. The blond looked between the two perplexed adults before gasping. “Don’t tell me you all forgot?”
Karen glanced in Matt’s direction, lost as well. “Uh, remind us again?” She asked, sheepishly.
“Oh, come on guys! It’s our anniversary!” He throws his hands in the air. “This marks the full year of the grand reopening of Nelson, Murdock & Page!”
Matt’s eyebrows shot up above his glasses in surprise. “Is it April 24th already?”
“Yeah! A full year, baby! We fucking did it! We brought this extinct beast of a place back to life.” Foggy exclaims, making Karen laugh. “We need to celebrate.”
“And how so, Mr. Nelson?” The woman asked, curious to what he had to say.
“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Maybe a nice dinner and a club.”
“Aren’t we too old for clubbing?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Who says that?”
“Says the guy who pulled his hamstring running up the stairs.” Matt quips with a grin, as Karen hides another laugh in her hand.
“Hey!”
“Half-Joking.” Then he perks up. “Y/N is here.”
“Already?” Foggy looks at his watch. “She’s really early.”
“Do you think something’s wrong?” Karen asked, mother henning again. “Matt?”
“I’m not picking up on anything.” The blind lawyer replies, truthfully. “She’s coming. Relax.”
The teenager opens the door, her usual blouse and skirt with her backpack on her shoulder. She looked like she was in thought as she greets them with a smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Matt and Karen greet in unison as Foggy cracks the ice.
“Hey, Y/N/N. You’re early.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry. My building’s power went off and I couldn’t cook anything so I just went to a diner. Guess I overestimated how much time I needed to eat.” She replies, her heart steady. “Is it okay if I start early?”
“That’s fine, there’s probably not much to do though.” Matt says, as she sets her stuff down on her desk.
“Whatever you got I’ll do.”
Foggy’s concern washes away and goes back to his bubbly self. “Are you free tonight, Y/N?”
“Um… yeah. Why?”
“Well, today marks our anniversary of getting this place up and running again and we want to celebrate with maybe dinner at least. Our treat.”
“Dinner?” The teenager looks concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? I’m just your assistant.”
“Nah, don’t use that talk.” He waves her off. “You’ve helped us a lot these past few months. You’re one of us. Right, guys?”
“Of course she is.” Karen said, her red lips curling upwards. “We would be all over the place if you hadn’t helped organize when we got so overwhelmed.”
“And customers are always complimenting you on how wonderful you are with them.” Matt adds, making the teenager blush.
“Yeah, kiddo. You’re great.” Foggy says, throwing his arm around her with pride. “Keep this up for a few more months and… maybe we’ll add your name to the plaque.”
She laughed. “Your business will officially be a mouthful to remember.”
“Hey, it was mouthful before Karen came in, we might as well keep rolling with it.” He shrugs. “So what do you say? Dinner at least?”
“I can do dinner.”
“Fantastic! Where shall we go?”
And that was pretty much the only thing they talked about for the rest of the day.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Are you sure this is the right address?” Foggy asked for the third time tonight as he hitched along for the ride. He was the person you called a… backseat driver (but he has every right to do so at this point).
“Yes, Foggy. I’m just following the directions on my phone.” Karen replies, slightly irritated, but also a little bit worried (like she’ll admit that to him just yet).
“‘Cause this is a really bad neighbourhood.”
“I know, Foggy.”
“Is it really that bad?” Matt asked, after listening to his surroundings. He didn’t really hear that much going on outside the vehicle.
“It’s… extremely sketchy.” Foggy says, with a sigh. “It’s like one of those places they tell you not to go after dark.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah, and we close pretty late. Do we really make Y/N walk through this?”
Matt’s eyebrows raise up, amusement on his face. “Sounds like someone’s going to be her chauffeur soon.”
“Don’t tempt me, Matthew. I’d consider. Or we all pitch in and buy her a car.”
“Sure she knows how to drive?”
“Or better question–” Karen cuts in while making another turn. “Maybe you should talk to her parents first about this concern before we start gifting our assistant with stuff? Maybe she’s not allowed to have a car? Or even to drive?”
“What seventeen year old isn’t allowed to drive?” Foggy asked, confused.
“I mean, I wasn’t allowed to drive at all until I was an adult.”
“What? Why?”
“Foggy I was what you called uh… ‘wild child’, I’m not exactly a saint you know.”
Foggy sighs and flicks his attention to the backseat. “Matt, would you have driven a car if you could?”
“Who says I haven’t?” The blind man replies with a grin that made Foggy not want to question it.
The blond man throws his hands up. “I give up. Naysayers, all of you.”
“What are we ‘naysaying’?” Karen asked, with a chuckle.
“I’m not saying anything.”
“Oh my god.” She shakes her head and parks the car along the curb. Just as she was about to snatch her phone off the dash, a report came up. She quickly reads over the headline and frowns. “Hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared a few days ago? Rumors saying they were special forces?”
“The ones that were going door to door down on 36th?” Matt asked, hearing about it on the news and even word about it at night. Even some criminals he ran into that night thought it was strange and found them suspicious.
“Yeah, those. Apparently they just turned up. Parts of them.”
Foggy’s face scrunched up. “Ew.”
“Someone hacked them up?” Matt asked, worried about a possible new killer on the loose.
“The strange thing is, no. From what it says here it looks like their limbs were chewed off.”
Foggy made a gagging noise now. “Ugh. Great. Now we have a cannibal in the Kitchen. That’s just great–” He opens the car door. “More reasons to get Y/N a car.” His friends shake their heads and get out also.
“You know, you’ll make a great father one day.” Matt says, getting the middle finger.
The three of them buzzed themselves into the building, going up to the second floor to the third apartment in. It wasn’t as luxurious as the apartment Foggy shared with his fiancée, but it was definitely on the same level as Matt’s: -Not-in-the-safest-of-places-and-was-the-“cheapest”-on-the-block- They definitely felt wary of wearing their nice and expensive clothes out here.
Karen was the one who knocked and got a response.
“She’s alone.” Matt said afterwards, getting the woman to check her watch.
“I guess her parents work the nightshift?” Foggy said, slightly worried. They didn’t get the chance to talk about it when the door swings open. The teenager opens up a nice, simple purple dress paired with a blue jean jacket and flats.
She smiles. “Hope you found the place okay.” She replies, greeting them and locking their door behind her. “Seriously, you guys didn’t have to drive to get me.”
“Oh, we don’t mind.” Karen says, honestly.
“Are we still planning on dinner?”
“Of course. You hungry?” Matt asked, making her laugh out of embarrassment.
“Heck yeah, I am.” She said, making them giggle.
“Well then, after you, Ladies.” He gestures for them to go first.
“Oh, such a gentleman.” Karen replies, starting the trek off, smiling and pulling their assistant along for the ride.
They started chit chatting about the place they were going to go, Foggy boasting about how good the food was the last time he went (Now frank that was pre-blipped, so fingers crossed it’s still as good as back then). As they started descending down the stairs, Matt’s cane unfortunately got caught into a hole that was forming in the wood and was falling forward. To his surprise, Y/N was the one to react extremely quickly and place her hand on his chest to stop his fall.
“Shit, you okay?” She said, as he regained his balance from her strength.
“Uh, I’m…” And then he trails off when he catches a whiff, the smell of dried blood just beneath her fingertips. The chilling part of this was that it was NOT her blood. He swallows, and forces a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the catch.”
She frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry, I probably should have warned you about the stairs. They’ve been falling apart for a while. If you stay to the left you’ll miss most of them.”
“Noted.” And then they continued again with Matt being careful…
.
.
.
And it was not just about the stairs.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“Sure I can eat anything?” Y/N asked, as she scanned the menu over again.
“Of course, our treat.” Karen reassures for the hundredth time.
“I know it’s your treat, and I appreciate it. But–” She flips the menu towards them. “Have you seen the dollar signs for this place?”
“Well, I can’t exactly ‘see’ anything.” Matt replies, feeling his assistant give him ‘the look’. He hoped he sounded sarcastic and not rude (he was trying to push away what he smelled earlier and enjoy the night (And not be a paranoid freak again).
“Mr. Murdock–”
“Matt, kiddo.” Foggy says, lightly tapping her shoulder. “How many times did we tell you you can drop the formalities? It’s been months.”
Y/N blushes. “Sorry, habit.” She replies, only to mumble something under her breath two seconds later that everyone kind of ignored. “I’ll shut up and figure out what to eat.”
“That’s the spirit.”
The group eventually ordered their food and soon slipped into a nice conversation. Between some fun exchanges between the law trio or funny memories from their childhoods, it eventually led to laughter.
“I never realized how big your family was, Foggy.” Y/N said, intrigued by the chaos of the Nelson family.
“And I swear it just keeps growing. It’s a little baseball team at this point.” He replies, smiling.
“Does anyone else have a sibling?”
“I had a brother, but he’s passed.” Karen explains, with a sad smile.
“Only child.” Matt replies, with a head tilt.
“What about you, Y/N? Any siblings?”
She shakes her head. “Just myself. I kind of wish I had a sibling though. It does get lonely at home sometimes.”
“Well… it’s not too late to ask your parents for one.” Foggy jokes, half heartedly; It causes Matt to nearly spit out his drink, Karen scolding him and Y/N chuckling behind her hand. “Don’t kill me! It’s just a joke.”
“Franklin Nelson.” Karen warns like she was his nagging mother, and kicks his shin.
“Ouch, Karen, geez.”
Y/N smiles, amused. “I don’t mind, really.”
“But still, most people I meet here want more than one kid. I’m actually surprised you’re an only child, Y/N.” Matt said, being honest, which suddenly got her heart rate to pick up, but not in the racehorse kind of way he had been hearing. The teenager had stayed quiet for a moment before she shrugged, trying to shake it, or them, off.
“My mom’s not really in the picture anymore, not for a long time actually. I just really have my dad, but he’s always working. So, to be honest, I’m on my own. I don’t think he even realizes I have a job.” She replies, taking the last sip of her drink while avoiding eye contact. She could feel the concerned stares on her making her feel uncomfortable.
“Y/N, that’s not right.” Karen said, worriedly.
“It’s… fine. I’m used to it, you know?”
“Just because you’re fine with it, doesn’t mean it is.” Foggy replies, brows pushed together, distress wrinkles forming. “You know, if something’s up or wrong, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you, you know?”
“Not everything though…” She said, frowning (Her heartbeat picking up again, which was enough for Matt to start questioning what she actually means).
Just before anything else could be said, the waiter came over to drop off their refills and took the empty appetizer plate away. “Your food will be out shortly.” He said, and they thanked him.
“Man, I’m starving. The wait better be worth it.” Foggy said, after a second.
“I know, right? I know it’s been awhile, but I don’t remember it taking this long.” Karen admits, stirring the lemon around in her ice tea.
Y/N starts to take a sip of her new drink and pauses, like halted to an immediate stop. Matt picks the way her whole demeanor changes from nervousness to anger, and mutters, “It’s coke. It’s fine…”
What are you hiding, Y/N? Matt wonders as he takes a sip of his own beverage, worried out of his mind for what could be happening to her. What was happening at home that you didn’t even want to talk about it?
But as soon as that red wine tickled down his throat he immediately knew something was wrong.
He couldn’t even taste it or smell it, but he knew there was something mixed inside that wasn’t supposed to be in there.
He immediately feels all his remaining senses start to go wack and before he could even say a word, Y/N beat him to it.
“Hey! We have to throw up!” She says, shooting up to her wobbly feet. “The drinks were–”
And then she proceeded to crash back into her chair, her face falling onto her dining mat. Karen calls out her name before passing out as well.
“Uh… M-Matt…?” Foggy calls out, struggling to stay awake. “W-what just…”
Matt hears him render unconscious as well and tries to fight it off the best he could, but he knew it was useless when his whole body started to grow numb, and he cussed under his breath from it.
.
.
.
And the last thing he sensed was their waiter standing over their table smiling like the cheshire cat.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
When the four of them came to, they all had splitting headaches that made it almost hard to even realize where they were. Tied to individual chairs and under some “interrogation” lighting in some strange, seemingly unknown, building.
“Ugh… where are we?” Karen asked, looking around with a slight squint.
“Warehouse district.” Matt replies, after a split second of analyzing. “I recognized the smell.”
Foggy clears his throat before whispering, “Uh, Matty, might not want to out yourself to our assistant here yet.”
The blind vigilante completely forgot that Y/N didn’t know his secret and held his tongue. Luckily, it seems like she was preoccupied with her worries, making some weird faces only two people present could see. Well… maybe a third now because some random ass man wearing what looks like tactical equipment (minus its helmet) comes in through a door.
Baldy (yeah we’re calling him that) looks disgusted and rather annoyed to even be here, as he stands before each of them before spewing, “Where is it?”
Yeah, no ‘Hi’, ‘Hello’, or ‘Good Afternoon’, just straight to the fucking point that nobody even knows what it’s about.
The adults looked at each other, going into overprotective mode.
“Who are you?” Matt asked, ready to start listening for clues (and silently try to get out of his restraints).
“Not any of your business.”
“Why are we here? Why did you need us?”
Baldy said nothing, instead directing his attention to the bound teenager. “Where is it?”
Y/N blinks, clearly confused. “Where is what?”
“The thing.”
Another blink. “What thing?”
His jaw clenches, irritated. “The thing you stole from us.”
She scoffs. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“For fuck’s sake–”
“What is going on?” Foggy cuts in, bitterly.
“Who are you people?” Karen asked, same expression as his.
“The people who want our stuff back.” Baldy replies, shrilly too. “Our boss has been desperately looking for it ever since it went missing. We know she has it.”
“How do you know she took it?” Karen asked, maternal mode kicking in once more and ready to throw hands if necessary (I mean, did this guy even have any evidence?).
“Her school was required to go on a field trip to our company, and soon after, our… subject disappeared and we know one of those kids took it. Took us a while, but we finally tracked down who it was.” He jabs his finger at the girl. “You.”
“Y/N–” The blonde woman looks her way.
“Subject?” Matt asked, turning the interrogation around. He feels everyones’ gazes on him now as he tries analyzing the situation. “First you say ‘thing’ and now you say ‘subject’. Are you saying Y/N stole a person?”
“Matt–” Foggy warns under his breath, urging him to tread carefully.
“I wouldn’t call it a person.” Baldy said, feeling the blind man’s intense stare.
“Then what is it again?”
“Matt–” Karen tries now.
Baldy holds his tongue. “Listen, Blindly–”
“So what’s this ‘subject’ Y/N supposedly stole?” Matt pressured, feeling the man’s blood spike.
“You need–” He pulls his gun out. “To shut the fuck up.”
“Matt!/Hey!” Karen and Foggy yelled in unison, their racing hearts pouncing in their friend’s ears. But the Murdock stays as calm as he could be, tuning them out to focus on the gun on hand.
“I would hold that spicy tongue of yours, and let ME do the talking.” Baldy continues, getting silence as an answer. “Good. Now–” He redirects the barrel at the teenager. “Talk.”
Y/N’s eyes widened just as the adults started yelling again.
“Hey!” Matt snarled, thinking the gun was going to be trained on him the whole time. He tries giving the most intimidating look he could muster with his blind orbs showing. “Don’t fucking point that at her.”
“Yeah! You really gonna kill a kid?!” Foggy snaps, getting the man’s attention.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” Karen adds, making Baldy’s eye twitch at their comments.
“Listen, motherfuckers.” He snaps, a craze look on his face. “I will do whatever needs to be done. If that includes bathing my hands in red, then so be it.”
She shakes her head, furious. “You’re a sick, twisted, human being, you–”
“I’m sorry…” Y/N blurted out of the blue, suddenly looking really pale and distant. Her boss unknowingly hears her heart start picking up like a rabbit, and her blood pressure starts spiking (not to mention she was starting to run like a furnace).
Badly looks her way again and scoffs. “What? You scared?”
“Not of you, but for you.” She swallows. “You really might not want to point the gun at me, it’s upsetting him.”
He tilts his head, confused. “Upsetting who?”
“You need to leave.” She pleads, her (Y/E/C) eyes starting to change to an odd color.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Seriously, leave, please–”
He starts to sweat and presses the gun into her head more. “What are you fucking talking about?!”
“Leave! He’s–” Then her body stood stiff, and her fingers started to twitch, and then… her voice got super deep. “I’m pissed off.”
The trio widened their eyes at how scary and inhuman she sounded, which was enough for Baldy to start panicking, thinking of the worst.
“Enough with the theatrics!!” He snapped, trying to regain control. “I’m–”
And then nobody expected this next.
If you told anyone you were going to watch the girl get engulfed in black goo, and a monstrous face to form in her place then they wouldn’t just bat an eye and walk away because it sounded like insanity.
It became even more insane when the face suddenly bit the man’s forearm off clean and swallowed it whole, along with the hand pistol.
An ear piercing scream erupted from the back of his throat as blood pooled from his remaining limb. He stumbled backwards as the substance from her body disappeared, Y/N reacting with a look of horror on her own features.
“Oh, my god!!” She screamed. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!”
“What the fuck!!!” He yelled back, baffled just like everyone else in the room.
“I’m so, so, so sorry!! I told him not to do it! He never listens!! I–”
Then a black tentacle comes out of her skin and whips the man into a wall, causing another scream from her and even the trio. The adults could only just watch/listen to it unfold, no clue to what’s happening.
“Oh, my god– Fuck!!” Y/N says, shutting her eyes shut tightly like she was in pain. “I told you not to do that!! Why did you– Ah!!”
Her bosses watch as her body stiffens again, eyes glassing back over to purple before slowly fading to white. Then, the tentacles came back out to smash the chair she was in, bringing her to her knees. The goo was started to cover her form again, prompting her to ask the question,
“Venom… What are you– Saving your life. And theirs too.”
Then the door bursts open again, this time with a crowd of other people dressed just like Baldy, except that had a little more artillery. Suddenly, the trio watches as Y/N jumped and dangled from the ceiling, the red lasers immediately pinpointing on her.
“FIRE!!” Someone shouted, and the bullets started flying.
Then their little assistant disappears again, replaced by the face with big white eyes and a wide mouth full of spike, and a tongue that was licking its lips with delight from the bullets ricocheting off of him. Karen screamed at the sound, and they all buried their faces into their shoulders for protection just as the beast let out its battle cry.
It started crawling faster towards the crowd, hunger in its face before it suddenly stopped halfway. The beast let out a huge sigh, muttering, “Fine.”
It then started grabbing whatever it could get a hold of and fling it towards them like a game of extreme darts. One by one they started to fall, one by one they were getting broken ribs and blacking out, one by one they were–
Then a flash grenade was suddenly underneath it and exploded.
The beast roared in pain from the sound, the goo vibrating and then dissolving at the snap of fingers, causing the teenager to resurface and fall to the floor.
Matt definitely heard her ankle snap from the fall despite his own ears ringing, and called out her name. The girl cries out, and hugs her leg as she squeezes her eyes shut to block the tears from flowing. Just as the noise started to settle, it was about to become a whole lot worse. Just as the last remaining attacker was about to shoot the poor girl dead, with Karen and Foggy shouting their pleas, the vigilante managed to to unloosen the last knot from his wrist, springing to his feet and chucking the chair straight at him.
Matt lets out a breath he was holding before his instincts kicked in again. He quickly unties Foggy from his chair, saying, “Get Karen.”
“Right.”
He sprints over to the girl, getting down to her level. “Y/N?”
She lets out a groan, cracking open her eyes, slight shock upon seeing him. “M-Matt?”
“Hold still, I’ll pick you up.”
“H-How did you get out? Or throw a chair so accurately?”
Well shit.
He really wasn’t thinking about his secret ID at that moment. Just the thought of making sure his assistant wasn’t going to die on his watch.
He bites his lip. “Y/N, I’m–” His gaze snaps towards the door where he could hear footsteps approaching. A lot of them. “Shit. There’s more. We have to–”
“I-I have to get you out.” She croaks, rolling herself to be on all four. “It’s my fault you’re involved in this.”
“Y/N, you broke your ankle, you can’t do anything else.”
“But…” She groans again and then slowly lobs her head in his direction, a smug tugged across her lips. “But I insist, Mr. Murdock.”
And before he could say a word, the beast reappeared and lifted him straight off his feet, along with Karen and Foggy who yelped in surprise. Suddenly they found themselves running at an incredible speed, prayers leaving their mouths just as they broke through a window and free falled down.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Not even sure where they ended up but it was completely unoccupied and covered by the shadows of the night. The beast had set the weathered adults down against the wall before doing the same; the body disappearing back to the teeanger who fell right on her bum. She lets out a shaky breath, closing her eyes like she did earlier, trying to hold the pain in.
“Oh, my god, Y/N, your ankle.” Karen manages to say once the shock ran out (And that was for a while).
Y/N smacks her lips, grinding her teeth, replying, “I-It’s fine. It’ll be fine in a minute. I advise not looking.”
“What do you mean?” Foggy asked, eating his words as he witnessed her ankle snapping right back into place causing him to gag and avert his gaze. “Oh, hell…”
“T-Told ya.” She mutters and then sighs.
Silence fell over them, the trio all kind of looking at one another before deciding it was time to address the elephant in the room. Or whatever that thing was.
Foggy clears his throat, shifting his weight around. “So…”
“I’m sorry.” Y/N said, opening her eyes and looking at them with guilt. “I… I never wanted you guys to see that.”
“Well, I can see why.” He mumbles, getting a smack in the shoulder by Karen. “Ow!”
“So what is it?” Matt asked, straight to the point and curious, actually (and concerned too now that he’s realized this girl’s got no control over whatever it is).
Another sigh as Y/N pushes herself to stand. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly that. I don’t know.” She crosses her arm uncomfortably. “I went on a mandatory field trip for school to this lab, and… some of my classmates begged me to go ‘behind the scenes’ with them. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, except that the only thing back there was this container with a tiny blob in it.”
She frowns. “One thing led to another and it broke, but I had no idea that… this blob got absorbed into me.” She throws one of her hands up. “I honestly thought I was going crazy for several days when I could hear shit in my head, and when my appetite went through the roof. And then…”
“Then… what?” Matt said, sensing her discomfort.
“I got mugged. Well… attempted mugging until… Venom came out.”
“Venom?” Karen asked, eyebrow raised.
“That’s… what he calls himself. The thing you saw.” Y/N starts nervously playing with her hands. “Anyway, the mugger didn’t do much since– you know– uh…”
“Let me guess, he bit the guy’s arm off?” Foggy says, as she shrugs.
“More like… above the neck…” Then she gets the shocked stares again. “Okay, in my defense, I have no control over that. I didn’t even know that Venom attached himself to me. I…” She groans. “I just ran away after that! I didn’t know what to–” She then pauses like she is listening.. “You what? – You finished him off?”
Now it was her turn to have her pupils blown wide. “When? I don’t remember you doing that? – You did it when I was asleep?! – Oh, ho! That is not consensual whatsoever! We talked about this!” She scowls. “No, you quit complaining, you parasite!”
Y/N groans again, this time into her hands. “Ugh! He’s so annoying sometimes!”
“This is the strangest thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.” Foggy said, running a hand through his locks. “And aliens attacked New York.”
“Technically, Venom’s an alien.”
“Oh, my god.” He holds the sides of his head. “It’s ‘Invasion of The Body Snatchers’.”
“Foggy.” Karen tries to get him to calm down.
“So you just decided to live with this… Venom guy?” Matt asked, not really sure how to ‘perfectly’ respond to this situation. I mean for the many years he’s fought in Hell’s Kitchen, he’s never experienced something like this before.
“It’s kind of hard to get rid of him. He’s… persistent, I’ll give you that.” Y/N replies, with a small smile. “If I’m being honest, it was around the time you guys accepted me for an interview. I was more worried about acing that than dealing with a vicious conscience.” Then it fades. “Homelife not exactly… easy, so I guess it was nice to have someone to talk to. In a crazy kind of way.” A sigh. “I had no idea that he was important.”
“Are you going to give him back now that you know?” Karen asked, worried at what might come if she doesn’t.
“That’s the thing, If I give him back, they know who I am, and you saw what happened tonight. They’ll kill me no matter what.”
“Like hell I’m going to let that happen to you.” Matt says, confidently as he places a gentle hand on her shoulder (he could hear her pulse spiking at what she had said). “We’re going to figure this out. Don’t you worry, Y/N.”
She shakes her head. “I-I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Then don’t ask me.”
“You almost got hurt because of me! I’m not letting you put your life on the line for me. I can figure this out on my own.”
“Y/N, I’m a lawyer, you should know by now I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer easily.” His lips tug upwards, trying to make the best reassuring look he could make. “I’m going to help you–”
“We’ll help you.” Karen corrected.
“Yeah. We’ll help you, don’t you worry.” Matt faces his old roommate. “How long’s Marci out of town for?”
“Uh, next week. Six days to be exact.” Foggy says, after quick thinking.
“Good. We don’t have to worry about her safety.” Matt goes quiet, using his senses to figure out where they are before they move. “Alright, let’s go to my place.” He gestures for everyone to follow, his friends were, but not his assistant who was perplexed.
“Wait.” She blurts out, stopping them. “Shouldn’t we try finding somewhere else? It might not be smart to go to your own home.”
“It’s fine. It’s where we need to be for our next step.”
“Next step?” She asks, watching him start walking away again. “Which is…?”
.
.
.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
(TBC)
Stay tune for the next parts! || Part Two || Part Three
-Taglist is Open-
@indestructeible @mirkwoodshewolf @aew-kun-age-regression
#marvel fanfiction#mcu daredevil#daredevil#matt murdock x karen page#matt murdock x platonic!reader#matt murdock x teen!reader#karen page x teen!reader#foggy nelson x teen!reader#nelson murdock and page#Daredevil Trio x Assistant!Reader#venom symbiote#venom x platonic!reader#matt murdock x symbiote!reader#matt murdock x reader#my fanfic writing#skyfallwrites
89 notes
·
View notes
Text
Headcanons for Matt x teen!vigilante reader
A/N : An ask by @hutaos-gh0st, hope this is good. Also my first headcanon, so this is not that good, I'll admit.
Masterlist
• Let's say you two met at a random night while you were patrolling crossing paths.
• You were trying to find information about someone and being all sneaky and he suddenly came up behind you.
• "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the devil of Hell's Kitchen"
"And I'm Jesus"
• After talking a bit you figure out you were both going after the same person, so you kind of teamed up.
• He figures out you are a kid by the heartbeat thing and is instantly protective big bro mode on.
• "Aren't your parents worried"
"You think i'd be doing this if i had them"
• Which ofcourse leads to more questions because he was worried.
• "So who do you live with"
"Oh yeah, let me tell a stranger everything what do you want next my social security number"
• After a few more encounters, Matt figured out you didn't actually have a place to live, you sort of stayed around.
• "I mean i can barely pay my school fees, where do you think i'll get the money for rent"
• So he offered you to come live with him, which you took after some hesitancy and a NDA contract signed between you two.
• You learning he's blind and being shellshocked also a little fan moment.
• "Dude, that's so cool, so how does it work"
• Going on patrol together
• Meeting foggy and karen
• You and foggy becoming besties talking about stupid shit Matt does.
• Karen is the person you'll go to when you have any trouble.
• Giving life advice to each other
• Being scolded by Claire but also being patched up after.
• Matt also having to pull you away from dangerous stuff despite your protests.
• also you having to pull him away from stupid stuff.
• Running into frank castle and boy that was a awkward moment, seeing the tension between him and matt.
• Overall a weird combination but it works.
• Also imagine teaming up with spiderman and annoying Matt with all the vines and slangs.
#matt murdock#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x platonic!reader#matt murdock x gn!reader#matt murdock x vigilante! reader#matt murdock x teen!reader#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock headcanon#foggy nelson#karen page#claire temple#daredevil
551 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵. 𝘰𝘯𝘦
prev / next | masterlist
pairing. batfam x batsis!reader + platonic!matt murdock x batsis!reader
warnings. swearing, child neglect, mentions of an accident that makes you blind, canon/typical violence, nothing goes with comics, OOC matt murdock
wc. 1.2k
Jason had disappeared again, where to, no one knew. All that you had been told was he and Bruce had another one of their many fights, this time it had gotten physical.
You had only found out weeks after his disappearance. Having been in New York for the last two weeks.
You were amused to find out that he hadn’t actually left Gotham, instead he was sitting across from you munching down his burger, the sounds made were disgusting and you thanked whatever God out there that you couldn’t see it.
You listened with a smile as your older brother rambled on about how pissed off he was at Bruce, your unseeing eyes hidden behind a pair of tinted circular glasses.
The glasses were new, not the fact you were wearing them, just the fact that instead of them bearing the usual black tint you often wore it was now a dark purple.
Jason was the only sibling you confided in with your newest secret, a new name whispered amongst Gotham crooks and villains. He was against it at first, completely against it but when he saw you fight finally. His mind was changed.
If you learnt this much in two weeks, what could you do if you had two months. Or two years?
Jason wouldn’t this but he could see the Bruce in you, how quickly and how resilient you were becoming. Someone who could match the Batman in skill despite not having sight, he’d stick by to help you figure all that stuff out.
So for now Jason would support your decision, help you from behind the computer for now until he’d be ready to come back as Red Hood. But for now he could settle with lunch dates with his little sister during the day and helping you kick ass during the night.
“So, you going back to New York so this Murdock guy can train you more?” Jason asked with a mouth full of burger and you grimaced at the sound of his chewing.
“I might not if I’m going to be hearing your chewing in more detail from now on.” You grumbled, reaching out for your milkshake. Jason snorted in response, swallowing down his food.
“You can hear that?” He asks intrigued.
You only nodded in response, before shrugging. “‘S not much. Matt can heat heartbeats, but he said if i continue focusing and blocking out noises I don’t need to hear I’ll get there soon enough.”
Jason nodded along, you assumed by the sound of hair ruffling.
“So what can you hear so far?” He asked.
“Breathing, chewing, things far away sometimes, i can hear more sometimes and then other times i can’t hear anything at all.”
Jason hums, pausing to watch you, “you look happier.” He blurts out, “i mean compared to how you were, stashed away in the manor.”
You hide your smile behind the milkshake and Jason smiles, “I’m glad.”
———
“Breathe,” Matt instructs, hands on your shoulders. “Focus on his heartbeat, ignore mine, find him.”
Your breathing evens out, and Matt can hear your heart slow down, relaxing from your earlier training as you tried to find the heartbeat of the other man in the room. “I can’t—” you try to complain.
“Do it,” Matt repeats, “focus.”
Then you hear it, another heartbeat echoing through your ears coming from your, “left.” You mutter and Matt grins, ruffling the top of your head.
“That’s creepy,” Peter’s voice calls out, “it’s like there’s two of you now.” His footsteps get closer, stopping right in front of you.
“I should properly introduce the two of you,” Matt says. “Peter this is y/n Wayne. Kid, this is Peter Parker, he’s Spider-Man.”
"Spider-man?" You snorted, "what, were there no other names available?"
Peter groaned, crossing his arms like a pouty child. "Shut up," he grumbled.
"breaks over," Matt calls out and now its your turn to groan, all morning since you got back to New York he's been training you.
Starting with sitting silently in one place and picking out quieter sounds and now you were training to fight more.
Because no way in hell was Matt going to let you fight freely in Gotham city without further extensive training. So for now, you were getting your ass handed to you, and it sucked.
———
Bruce started at the screens in front of him, the sound of his youngest sons sparing in the background didn’t phase him, he was getting irritated with the new presence in Gotham. Some newbie calling themselves Duchess, a who had never crossed paths with him by some miracle.
actually it seemed every time Bruce arrived on scene, the Duchess just disappeared, as if she had some sixth sense for him. There was limited footage of her too, just little blurs of shitty CCTV cameras of a girl with a bandana tied around her eyes and in full black.
Hands wrapped in black bandages, any distinguished features covered up, leaving the possibilities of her identity to thousands of candidates.
The only other thing Bruce had on her being her constant travel between Gotham and New York, specifically Hell’s Kitchen. But he got no leads from there, other than the Duchess being in cahoots with the Daredevil and his allies.
So, after hours of analysing footage, names and failing to hack into SHEILD’s servers, the only thing Bruce had gotten was that this Duchess being; female and lives in Gotham or New York.
“Nothing?” Dick’s voice comes from beside him, arms crossed as he leans back against the desk, sweating as he had just returned from patrol with Cass and Steph.
Bruce grunts in response and Dick takes it as a yes, “damn.” He mutters with a sigh, “well I’m heading home. I need sleep and I have work in the morning,” Dick says, stretching his arm, patting his shoulder as he heads up the stairs and out of the cave.
Was he actually heading home? No. He was off to do his own investigation about this Duchess. Hopefully he’d actually find something.
———
Navigating Gotham was easy when you had the heartbeats of the people who you want to avoid memorised. But New York? Not so easy, the streets were louder, busier, people walked around freely and not in quiet groups armed with knives to avoid being attacked.
At first the noises were overwhelming to your senses, but overtime you had learnt how to block out certain sounds, like cars, random clicking, rats, water, the unimportant things. And the noise became more bearable, you could tell the difference between human heartbeats and animal ones.
“This way,” Matt spoke, jumping over building to building with you following closely behind.
He had talked about getting you a suit made but until then the outfit you had on currently would do fine. The sounds of Peter’s webshooters were in the background, “are you sure about this? I mean she’s still new to this, taking her out on patrol might be a bad idea.” Peter spoke, trying to be a voice of reason.
“I’m sure,” Matt says his voice distorted due to the sound of an explosion in the background, the smell of smoke filling your noses.
“That can’t be good,” you mutter, nose scrunching at the smell.
“Definitely not,” Peter nods in agreement before the three of you head over towards the scene.
—tbc
© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off
#duchess au#bruce wayne x daughter!reader#matt murdock x reader#platonic batfam#batfam x reader#batsis#enzo writes [📝]
195 notes
·
View notes
Text
*Y/N on speakerphone with Frank and Matt*
Matt: Thanks, Y/N
Y/N: You, my fine, furry friends, are welcome
Y/N: *hangs up*
Frank: Remind me to have her drug tested later
#source: criminal minds#daredevil incorrect quotes#the punisher incorrect quotes#mcu incorrect quotes#mcu#mcu x reader#daredevil x reader#daredevil#the punisher#the punisher x reader#frank castle#frank castle x reader#frank castle x reader platonic#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x reader platonic
509 notes
·
View notes
Text
Too Much Like Me
Warnings: mentions of fights, bruises/ injuries, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Matt Murdock x daughter reader
Request: 22 and 33 with matt murdock and teen reader? tysm, happy new year!
Request by: Anon
*not my gif*
Summary: You should have known that it was impossible to keep a secret from your dad
A/N: Got lazy at the end if you can’t tell; the bolded are the prompts
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
It wasn’t the bruises that littered your face that you had to worry about, your father obviously couldn’t see those. It was the wincing as you walked and the increase in your heartbeat as you lied to him that you had to worry about.
Growing up with Matt as your father, even though he was blind, you hardly ever had to worry about things. He was able to do everything, if not more, that you needed as the only parental figure in your life with your mother having left.
Perhaps that was the reason he was so overprotective of you. Maybe if your mother hadn’t been absent in your life, then he wouldn’t feel the overwhelming worry that a mother would normally feel for her daughter. Or maybe that was just how Matt was, always being overly worried and caring for his loved ones.
Not that it was a bad thing. If anything, it was one of the things you appreciate most about your father, but in situations like this, you knew it would mean that he would overreact.
You took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping into your apartment, running over your plan that you had prepped and gone over on your way home again and again. You would keep your voice as even as possible when you greeted your father, giving him no reason to tune into your heartbeat to see what was the matter. Then you would claim to have a lot of homework before locking yourself in your room for the rest of the night.
If he were to ask you to come out for dinner- which he undoubtedly would- you would simply tell him that you had a late lunch and had to focus on your studies instead. Hopefully, he wouldn’t push it.
“Hey, dad,” You greeted as normally as possible, walking as swiftly as you could through your home without putting pressure on your injured leg, “Got a ton of homework to do tonight.”
“Stop.” His voice made you freeze in your tracks, back to where he sat on the couch, “Turn around.”
Nervously, you did as he said, reaching up to rub the back of your neck, “What’s up dad?” You asked as innocently as possible.
Instead of answering, he frowned and stood up from the cushions before making his way across the room to you, only stopping when he stood right in front of you, unseeing eyes staring blankly at the wall behind you.
Gingerly, he reached out and traced his hand along your cheek, frown deepening as you flinched away from the touch at the sudden sharp pain it sent through your body. Immediately, you cursed yourself for your reaction, for not trying harder to keep it hidden.
“Do I need to beat someone up?” Were the first words to slip out of his mouth. And somehow, you didn’t know whether to be scared or in awe about the fact that he seemed dead serious.
Embarrassment took over when you remembered how you got the bruises, and you gently pushed his hand away, “It’s nothing, dad.” You mumbled.
“What happened?” He asked sternly. His hands had already begun gently patting the sides of your arms for any sign of other injuries.
You sighed, averting your gaze from him, “I got into a fight at school,” You forced the words out.
“With who?” He asked immediately, a dangerous edge set in his tone.
“Just a couple of kids,”
His eyebrows flew up, “By yourself?” He didn’t need to see to know that you nodded, “Why did you get into a fight?”
You shrugged stiffly, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
It was times like this that Matt cringed at how similar you were to him. How you would push people away when something was bothering you, not wanting to burden or upset others. He had learned to try and find a way around that.
“Sweetheart.”
The slight sniffle he heard from you surprised him, and he immediately softened at the sound that brought him so much heartbreak, “Hey, hey,” He cooed gently, wrapping his arms around you lightly and bringing you to his chest, being extra careful of your fragile body, “Why are you about to cry? What happened today?”
He could feel you shake your head against his shirt and the tears that had begun to bleed through.
“I…” You couldn’t even get the rest of your words out as you tried your hardest to hold back the rest of your tears.
“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You know that, right?” He asked you, rocking you back and forth in his hold the slightest bit.
It was a lesson that had taken him years upon years to learn and in that moment, he couldn’t help but think about how stupid he was for not teaching it to you sooner.
“A-a bunch of kids were making fun of me at school,” You didn’t fail to notice the way Matt’s arms tensed around you, “And they wouldn’t stop- even when I told them to. Then one of them pushed me. One thing led to another and it turned into a big fist-fight. I used the self defense skills you taught me too, dad.”
There was the briefest flicker of pride in his chest, before it was once again engulfed by the flames of rage when he thought about what those kids did to you.
“Shh, shh,” He shushed you, resting his chin on the top of your head, knowing that letting his anger show would do nothing to help the situation, “It’s okay, you’re okay now. I got you.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Everything’s gonna be okay now.”
We Are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr @mitsuki-murakami @mythixmagic @ladyagagaslefttoe @etanordoesbullsh1t @wolfmoonmusic @nutellani
#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#marvel#mcu#teen reader#mcu x reader#marvel x reader#matt murdock x daughter reader#matt murkdock x reader platonic#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x teen reader#daughter reader#daredevil x reader#daredevil x reader platonic#daredevil x daughter reader
520 notes
·
View notes
Text
Silent refuge
Matt Murdock x (platonic) teen reader
Summary: Matt comes home to find you plagued by your abilities, and when the world becomes overwhelming he is there to give refuge.
Word count: 308
Notes: narrated in matts pov reader has same abilities as matt
Inspired by ^
i came in through the window, tonight's patrol was quiet but I'm not going to complain about the city being safe. I take my helmet and suit off sliding into something comfier and finally take a breath, letting the peace in. I break from my trance hearing the disheveling of fabric coming from down the hall. I cock my head and made my way in front of y/ns door silently standing outside listening. I could hear panting, you tossing and turning, your heart fast.
I opened the door and slowly walked over to the side of your bed taking a seat, you didn't even notice i was there. You were too overstimulated to process anything, your hands cuffing against your ears trying to muffle the sounds of the world, you tossed, turned, and kicked trying to fight the invisible sound.
I've been there. When footsteps were as loud as gunshots or hearing everyone in 20 miles conversations at once. it was terrifying, but unlike me, you're not alone. I remove your hands from your ears and hold them firm to your chest and whisper “Breathe y/n” “Block it out, focus on my voice” “I'm right here y/n” and slowly you descend back into your body. Your heart slows, and you can catch your breath.
I let go and sat upright. You begin to weep coming down from the adrenaline. You quickly push yourself into my side, hiding under my arm, curled into a ball, and holding onto the back of my arm, and i let you.
I let you because it's what i needed then and it's what you need now. I let you because you deserve it. I let you because you are my daughter, No matter the blood. So i shield you from God's judgment and So i hide you from the heavens. Because i love you.
.
.
#dare devil imagine#daredevil#daredevil x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock fanfic#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x you#dare devil#matt murdock fanficion#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock platonic
68 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hellooo. it's been a while since you posted your stories but im willing to wait! just hope you're doing fine but here's my request, when the reader is Matt's sister and they have an argument one night and she suddenly leaves Matt's apartment, After that, she is taken by human traffickers and gets hurt or something like that (angst pls hehehehe) thank you so much love u. and I hope you're doing well!
Thank you for your request and your kind words, Lovely! This took a while for me to even get to and I am so incredibly sorry for that. This is my first time writing Matt with a Reader that he is not in a romantic relationship with, but I love a good challenge. I hope I got it right the way you imagined it and that I did your idea justice. I'm doing so much better, by the way. I hope you're doing okay and I love you too :)
Brother | Matt Murdock x Sister!Reader
Masterlist
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Sister!Reader
Summary: After a fight with your overprotective brother, you find yourself taken by human traffickers and it is on Matt to save you before something worse can happen to you.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of human trafficking, graphic descriptions of blood, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 5.7k
A/n: I wasn't sure if this was supposed to be angst with hurt/comfort or without, so I just did it with comfort because I felt like it fit with the direction this story was taking. I hope you like it, nonnie, and I hope the rest of you enjoys it as well. I only have little sisters so I don't really know what it's like to have a brother, but this is fiction and I see Matt as a very protective person, so... enjoy!
Having siblings isn’t easy.
Having an older brother who takes his overprotectiveness as seriously as having a full-time job even less so. It’s not because you had to compete for your parents’ attention as children - Your father passed and you never knew your mother. You grew up in a catholic orphanage and while for some siblings, that might have been the death sentence to their relationship, you and your brother never lost sight of each other. You two are the only family you have left and after suffering the loss of your father, you needed to catch each other. You both felt so alone, your brother more so than you; he’s always been different, which is something that he’s not at fault for, and you’ve been his rock, always being there for him because not many people were able to understand what he went through as a child. It’s a lack of understanding that’s dragged on into his adult years, and while he often told you before that he envies how perceptively “normal” you are, without you, he would have no one. It’s why he is so protective of you, and you get it, you do, but it’s hard and sometimes his behavior can get a bit too overbearing even for your liking - and you can take a lot.
Matt Murdock carries the burden of a dark past and a dark present, a constant reminder of his past that has changed his life forever. At eight years old, he got into an accident that took his eyesight and heightened his other senses to the point it became almost unbearable. And he had never told anyone but you when you were old enough to understand.
You’ve been carrying his secret for as long as you can remember, so when he came to your apartment one night, bloody and bruised and dressed in a black get-up that might as well have been pajamas at that point, you were pissed, of course, but you weren’t surprised. It’s just another secret you have been carrying for him. and perhaps it’s also been for your sake because having to explain to people why your blind brother does rooftop parkour in the middle of the night dressed in a clad black shirt and some jeans is not a discussion you want to have.
That’s why you’ve never considered yourself anything but normal. You are the normal Matt needs, the normal he has needed especially as a young boy, and in return, he’s made sure to protect you from harm every day ever since you were born. It has nothing to do with heightened senses or disability; he loves unconditionally, and he’s so afraid of losing the last family he has left, he does everything in his power to make sure it doesn’t happen.
At first, you didn’t mind, and you guess you still don’t, but it’s only natural to feel like you’re being controlled at times with a brother who perceives everything, hears and smells everything, and senses danger in every corner of life, even if it’s not real. That’s what gets you, that’s what annoys you and that’s essentially what led you into his apartment that night, frustrated beyond compare. You know he’s your brother and you should be thankful for his support, but some lines should not be crossed, not even by family - and he has really knocked it out of the park this time.
“I was trying to protect you,” Matt says and you’ve heard the same excuse so many times before, it makes your blood boil.
“Protect me?” you snap. “By showing up to my date’s workplace in the middle of the night in your silly little Devil suit? Is that what you think protecting someone means? Stalking an innocent guy your sister has been on two dates with and hasn’t even said anything about taking things further than that and putting the fear of God in him?” Your voice is loud and echoes through the apartment. He flinches, the volume hurting his sensitive ears, but you couldn’t care less.
It’s not the first time he has successfully scared a possible suitor away by being his intimidating himself, but he has never done it in his suit before, let alone threatened a man who has done nothing to you with violence. You were merely experimenting with him, going on a few dates after meeting him online, and he had been nothing but nice to you from the moment you first laid eyes on him in person. Last night though, you received a text from him, telling you that he can’t do this anymore and that you’re over, and it didn’t take you all too long to figure out why he doesn’t want to meet with you anymore. He’s scared, rightfully so, and he hasn’t even done anything to prompt any kind of punishment from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. But the vigilante is your brother and to him, anyone who even dares to touch you is the enemy in person.
You accept his lifestyle, you care and you want him to be safe. You’ve never tried to change or stop him the way other people have, but he has also never done anything this extreme before. You know your anger is justified, but the look in his eyes, the stern expression, and the way he places his hands on his hips as if you’re a condescending child make you feel small for no reason; he is the one who should be ashamed, and you refuse to stay down this time. You’re a grown woman and you can take care of yourself.
Matt raises his eyebrows slightly. “He sounded like bad news,” he says. To him, that is an explanation that suffices. To you, it’s the opposite.
“And how would you know that?”
“The way you talked about him… I did some research and I got a bad feeling, so I paid him a visit. I just wanted to make sure you were in the right hands, and it didn’t feel like you were.”
You let out a low groan, “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!”
“Language,” he retorts.
“No, you listen to me, Matthew! I know you care about me, but that doesn’t mean you get to control every aspect of my life as you please,” you say, and your words hit hard. “I’m your sister, not your property, and I deserve privacy. I deserve to make my own mistakes and date people from the internet however the fuck I please, so no! I’m not caving. You were wrong with what you did and you ruined something that could have been possibly beautiful, and I hate you!”
The last part of your speech is harsh and part of you wants to take it back as soon as you’ve said it, but your vision is blurry red with anger, and taking it back is not something you do, you never have.
Matt swallows and he calls your name softly.
“Dad would turn in his grave if he saw what you’ve become.”
“Hey,” he calls your name again, but the steam coming out of your eyes turns you deaf to his pleas.
You shake your head and grab your back. The adult conversation you planned to have with him went straight out of the window the second you saw the determination in his unfocused eyes, and he’s taken one step too many.
With a loud huff and a promise to kick his ass if he even thinks about contacting you anytime soon, you storm out of his apartment, the door falling shut behind you.
Matt is left behind with an aching hole in his chest. He’s angry, he can’t deny that; your words have cut a little too close to him. You know what buttons to push to elicit a reaction, but this was new, even for you.
You sounded so happy when you told him about this guy you had met online. You went on a few dates and the smile in your voice had been evident as you talked to him on the phone. He told himself he wouldn’t make any hasty decisions, but the more you talked, the more he wondered who this guy was, so he did his research and visited him. He was just trying to be the best brother he could be, and the guy you were talking to seemed a little too perfect. People aren’t perfect. But perhaps he misjudged him.
Ever since he could remember, his sister’s safety has been Matt’s number one priority. Losing his father so soon and being left with his little sister at Saint Agnes, blind and overwhelmed, had been the worst part of his life, but he made it through. He pushed through the pain because of you. Without you, he wouldn’t have survived. He owed you so much and yet he has failed time and time again to properly show you how grateful he is. Instead, he makes the same mistake over and over again, and now it feels as if he has truly lost you.
He wanted to keep you safe, but instead, he pushed you away. He hurt you. He broke your heart in a way not even a guy from the internet could break your heart, and it hurts him to even recall the sound of your voice or the words you threw at his face. You had every right to do it, but it still hurts him just the same because you were right - if Jack were here right now, he would be the last person on Matt’s side.
Having siblings is hard, but being a big brother with trust issues who tends to go overboard to take care of his sister who is more than capable of doing it on her own is even harder. And there is no one to blame but himself.
He calls out your name to his phone several times that night. He listens for you in the bustling core of the city. He searches Hell’s Kitchen from his apartment for your scent and anything familiar, but he receives no answer. You’re gone. You left him. The one thing he once asked you to never do, you’ve done and the realization becomes frighteningly clear; he has probably lost you over something as small as your dating life, and it’s the most stupid thing he has ever done.
You leave his apartment with determined steps, deep down knowing you will come back as soon as you’ve both calmed down. You avoid the subway or calling an Uber, reveling in the feeling of the cool night air on your skin. When you cross a particularly dark corner into an alley to take a shortcut, you can hear Matt’s voice in your head telling you to turn around and take a familiar route, but you’re angry and you want to go home. You need to get out of your head, so you take the road less traveled - In hindsight, you should have listened to Matt’s voice in your head because even though he is infuriating, he is often right, even if he’s just taking the form of your common sense.
The way out of the alley is suddenly blocked by two large men, their shoulders broader than two of your heads next to each other. You grab your bag, reaching for the maze Matt always insists you carry with you. You’re an idiot, you realize; you switched your bag that morning, forgetting to transfer the small bottle from your old to the new one, and your bag is empty when you reach into it.
You try to remember the self-defense techniques from your training at Fogwell’s, but soon enough, there’s an entire crowd of men in that dark alley and you swallow. You should have listened to your brother.
“Fuck,” you curse under your breath.
There is no way you are going to make it out of this one.
By lunch the next day, Matt still hasn’t heard from you. He’s pacing his office, he fans out his hearing, he tries to reach you through email, even, but there is no sign of life from your end. The number of times he has texted and demanded that you get back to him, and just let him know you’re okay, is probably in the hundreds. By the time the clock strikes twelve, he grabs his coat and storms out.
Foggy shouts after him, but he doesn’t turn around. He takes the subway to your apartment and knocks. No answer. He climbs over the fire escape onto the roof and tries to get into your apartment that way. You lack security, he knows that. When he reaches your apartment, the place is silent. Except for the steady dripping of the broken faucet, there is nothing that would suggest someone is even living there. You didn’t pack any clothes, your suitcase is still in your closet and the fish you insist on keeping haven’t been fed in a whole day. Considering you came to him straight from work the other night, he makes the connection between you leaving his apartment and never even reaching yours in the first place, and that’s when the panic officially sets in.
With one swift motion of his hand, he wipes your dining table clean. The mail you’ve kept on it falls to the floor and he lets out a frustrated shout. Everything smells like you, but your heartbeat is missing. You’re gone, but you didn’t leave - you’re gone and you haven’t come home, your friends don’t know where you are, and when he calls into your work, they say you haven’t come in all day; you’re gone and it’s then that he knows something is terribly wrong and you are very likely in danger. A danger he has put you in by being the oaf of a brother you often call him. You’re in danger because he chose to interfere with your life once again, acting as if you’re a teenager and not a grown woman, and that made you so angry, you felt the need to leave the safety of his home, and now you’re gone because of that, because of him. He tears at his hair. Damn it, he thinks, and he instantly starts to hate himself again. But is it really again if he’s never stopped hating himself?
He answers Foggy’s call with his chest still heaving and he tells him what happened in one short sentence, and except for your name and that you’ve possibly been kidnapped because of his enemies, there’s not much else he needs to give his friend the day off. He tells him to find you and call as soon as he’s found you and knows you’re okay. Because Foggy cares. Foggy is your friend, too. But Foggy isn’t Matt, and he isn’t made for the fight his friend is about to embark on as soon as the sun starts to set.
Matt sees red. He’s not even sure where to start, he only knows he needs to find you. He needs to make up for what he did because he refuses to lose you. A fight can’t be the last conversation he has ever had with you, and he definitely couldn’t live with himself if the life he leads on the side somehow gets his sister hurt or worse, killed even. He loves you more than life itself and he owes it to you and his father to make sure you make it back safely to him. That’s what he promises all those years ago, and this is anything but your fault.
Twenty-four hours have never felt longer. You wake up with the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs digging into the sensitive skin of your wrists. The pain that spreads through your skull is sharp and you can feel the heat of blood dripping down your scalp.
“What the-” you groan when you lift your head.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of blood and sweat. When you open your eyes, your vision is blurry. For a second, you wonder where you are, then the realization sinks in; the men in the alley, their disgusting grins, and then the blow to the back of your head that has left you incapacitated for God knows how long.
You struggle against the chains that keep you bound, but the metal is strong. Bruises adorn your body. Your clothes are torn in various places, but you’re still dressed and it seems like no one has touched you, which settles your nerves a bit, but the fear still bubbles up in you and fills the air with the scent of your sweat.
As minutes turn into agonizing hours, your bones start to ache from the position, and you're tired, but sleep is the last thing on your dizzy mind. You have lost all track of space and time, no one has come to see you, you haven't received any water or food and all of your screams for help have met deaf ears or no ears at all. Your voice is sore at this point, and you give up on yelling because it is of no use, and Matt has taught you better.
Your mind races with thoughts of finding an escape, but the truth is, you are not your brother and he once told you never to do anything stupid. You're not as trained as him, you're not a vigilante and you shouldn't even be in this position, but you are, and it sucks. You never thought it possible that you would truly end up in front of the gun at some point, even though Matt has warned you many times before and it's the part of his superhero life that has him worry even more than a normal brother. Perhaps that is why he overreacted, and perhaps you should have thought about it twice before shouting at him and being mean to him, knowing your words will stay with him for a long time; he likes to blame himself and you gave him material for days. Knowing you might die makes you regret your words and the tone of your voice because damn it, you love your brother and you can't bear to leave him alone, let alone leave him with the guilt of your possible death at the hands of people you don't even know or understand why they have taken you in the first place.
The reality of the situation weighs heavily on you. Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Though you bite your cheek, shake your head, and try once again to break free of your chains. If you want to get out alive, crying isn't getting you anywhere, and you wouldn't be a Murdock if you weren't ready to fight for your freedom. You are a tough son of a bitch, but a lot of people underestimate that. If you can be tough now, you're not sure, but you have to try.
Just when you think you can't bear it any longer, the creaky door to your holding place creaks open, revealing the silhouette of a man. It's the same man from the shadow in the abandoned alley Fear clenches at your heart, fear you try your best to swallow as he approaches you with his steel black boots, his footsteps echoing ominously in the room. The man kneels to your height, meeting your sour gaze that you throw him, and his eyes bore into yours, both of them filled with pure malice and mocking curiosity.
“Such a pretty thing,” he coos.
God, you want to bite him, but not in a friendly way.
He smiles, his teeth yellow in the dim lighting of the room - you now suspect it’s an abandoned warehouse at the docks, hearing the soft waves of the Hudson outside through the door he just came in through. Men, a young woman, and a warehouse at the docks can only mean one thing, and it makes you shiver.
“You know how much money I would get for a pretty face and body like yours?” he asks, and his laugh at your shocked expression sends even more shivers down your spine. He grabs your chin and you hiss like a snake, trying to bite his finger off, but he is strong and he’s more amused than scared. “Feisty, I like it. Tell me, has Daredevil taught you that?”
The name catches the breath in your throat.
“You’re mixed up with him, aren’t you? That’s why he cares so much?”
How he knows, you’re not sure. Your smart remark gets lost in translation when he grips your face tighter and seethes, “Answer me!”
You hate this man with a passion.
“Fuck you!” you spit back.
His palm lands flat across your cheeks and you flinch. “Let’s try this again. I know you know Daredevil. Now, the how is not important here,” he says. “What's important is that you tell me the truth or this thing gets real ugly real fast and you're gonna be on a ship to Russia in the next thirty minutes. I suggest you don't waste my time. Tell me, sweetie, how well do you know him?"
You stay silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. You can't sell out your brother, even if it would save your life and a journey to Russia to be sold into sex slavery, most likely. Telling them about Matt would blow your cover, too, and that would cause even more problems. Besides, you hate this man and you are not going to play his games, no matter how scared you are. Still, his words hit a nerve. A big one.
"I don't know him," you say. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." You’re surprised your voice sounds as steady as it does, but you’re glad because it shows you’re not scared, making you a worthy opponent and stalling, which is exactly what you need.
You have never been as religious as Matt, but this time, you pray to the God you were taught to believe in that he will let the devil out to find you, and that soon.
The man’s breath reeks of cigarettes and whiskey when he leans down. "Oh, I think you will," he slaps you again, "You see, we have ways of making people talk. And trust me, sweetheart, you won't enjoy it."
The palm of his hand soon turns into his fist. You whimper but stay quiet. Your defiance earns you a kick with his steel boot right to your ribs, and you momentarily lose focus and ear, and you can feel consciousness slipping from you as something seems to burst inside of you. Blood trickles from your split lip as your vision turns into a stormy ocean and a dull throbbing echoes through your head. With each question that goes unanswered, another body part becomes the target of his torment. Your bones ache, your throat hurts and the blood covers half of your face now. He's broken your nose in several places, that much you know, and you're sure he's managed to break your little finger. Your ribs are bruised if not fractured, too, and something inside of you is screaming as it burns through your organs. You're sure there is blood in your stomach. Even through all of it though, you stay quiet. You don't answer, you simply endure.
“Is that really how much you care about him?” the man pants, his fist raining down on you once more. “That you’d die for him?”
Your eye is swollen and tears gather in both of them as you look up at him. You hold his gaze, the blood from your mouth landing in a pool of spit at his feet.
“I’m far from dead,” you croak out.
His fist lands on your temple this time. The liquid multiplies. Hot blood trickles down your face and your neck, painting a gruesome picture on the floor below you. You can barely see with the broken flesh of your face, barely move with your broken bones, and your muscles ache from trying not to fall over. You can’t pass out.
You remember the one time as a child when you accidentally knocked your head after falling off of your bike and Matt was there, telling you to focus on your surroundings so you won’t lose consciousness. You do so. You refuse to let the man win, you refuse to let them take you. You need to win.
With each hit, it gets harder to stay awake. You force yourself to count the dirt on the walls, but as your eyes start swelling shut completely, the first tears start to fall. You are so tired, you can see the light behind your eyelids. You can see your dad and the faint silhouette of your grandma. You’ve missed them. They tell you to fight, but at the same time, their arms are wide open and telling you it’s okay, you won’t be alone. You can’t fight forever, and in some wars, you just can’t win. At least if you die before they can ship you off, you won’t end up in Russia and they will never find Matt.
Just as despair is starting to consume you completely and you are more than ready to give up, there is a clanging sound at the other end of the room, metal on metal. Something hard hits the floor, followed by a series of grunts that travel from the docks into the warehouse. The man's grip on you vanishes, replaced by the sound of more bodies hitting the floor, hard. You blink through the haze, suddenly wide awake again, your eyes widening as you recognize the shadow in the distance. Your fear of death subsides, replaced by the dull feeling of relief as salvation stands before you.
“Oh, thank God,” you say.
He rushes to your side, calling your name in a hushed yet hurried tone. He's worried sick, you can tell. He can smell the blood and hear your erratic heartbeat. Your breathing is labored as the broken rib digs into your flesh, and you're sure your lung is about to collapse with all the fluid inside, but you don't care. He's here. He's found you.
"Matt?" you ask as if you can't believe it when he touches you. The lower part of his face turns into a smile, but something wet trickles down the inside of his mask and onto his lip. A tear. His tongue darts out and he licks it away, trying to hide the fact that he is both dying inside and relieved to have found you.
His touch is gentle as he carefully frees you from the handcuffs with a simple tug at the metal. He catches you when you lose balance, wrapping his arms around you. “I’ve got you,” he says, his voice almost as hoarse and broken as yours.
He has found you, but the state you’re in breaks his heart.
“You’re safe now. I’m here.”
Feeling his arms around you instead of the hands that were set out to hurt you before breaks the dam you've been holding up all this time. The tears start streaming down your battered face as you cling to him. Your strength descends into vulnerability.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” you sob into his shoulder. “I was so scared. They wanted to get to you and I refused to tell them, but I was so close… Oh, God, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He holds you even tighter, feeling your skin for the injuries that lie beneath. “Shh, don’t apologize,” he says. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is my fault, not yours.”
You shudder.
Matt holds you tighter, his voice choked with his own tears. "I'm so sorry. I should have protected you better. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy and I shouldn't have let you leave. If I hadn't... You mean everything to me. I'm so sorry."
“No,” you whimper, “don’t say that. It’s okay.”
“It’s not. You’re hurt. Jesus-” He can feel your broken ribs, the shifting of your nose, and smell the copper of your blood.
“Language.”
For a moment, he chokes on his tears and chuckles before holding you close again. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”
“Thank you for not giving up on me, Matty.”
“Never.” He moves so he can hold your face in his hands, pressing your forehead together. “You’re my sister,” he says, “and I’m always going to protect you with my life. I promise you, I won’t ever let this happen to you again.”
You nod weakly.
“Over my dead body,” he says.
“Please don’t say that,” another fresh wave of tears escaped your eyes.
He wipes your bloody cheeks. “I’m sorry. For everything.”
You shake your head as you respond, “It’s okay.”
“It’s only okay when you’re okay, and you’re not.”
You feel so fragile in his arms, he cradles you like broken glass to his chest. "We're getting you out of here," Matt says softly, "I won't let them hurt you anymore. Just hold on a little longer. We'll get you out and then I'll get you to the hospital, I promise."
You nod weakly. He carefully lifts you into his arms, mindful of your injuries, and begins to navigate through the warehouse, relying on his instincts entirely.
A few hours later, you find yourself draped in an uncomfortable hospital gown and forced to stay the night. Matt is often reckless with his own injuries, but for you, he would even threaten the safety of his identity. He got Claire to catch you in front of Metro General, and she was more than nice to you. Now though, you're alone in the poorly decorated hospital room, and the loneliness creeps up your spine like a parasite. You curl into a ball and stare at the door, waiting until the clock strikes a full hour for the person you need the most to strut through the door.
He is right on time. Matt made a promise and he's made sure to keep it. There he stands in clothes that nowhere near resemble the suit he left at home. It's just him in his red glasses, but the poor yellow lighting casts a sad glow onto his face.
His steps are heavy, burdened by the weight of his perceived failures. As he enters the room, he removes his glasses, and the gates open wide. You extend a trembling hand toward him. "Matthew," you say softly, "Come here." His sobs are silent, but they shatter your already bruised heart. He takes your hand and you pull him close and to your side. "I know you think you're a bad person, but that's not true," you tell him, trying your best to keep your tears at bay, but seeing him so broken makes it an impossible task. "You're my brother, and I love you more than anything."
The pain in your voice stirs something within him.
"This is not your fault, okay? Listen to me! When I said Dad would turn in his grave," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper and it cracks straight through when he whimpers behind his closed lips, "I didn't mean it. He would be so proud of you," you say. "I get it now, why you did what you did. I'm so sorry... you're not a bad person, you're my hero."
Tears still streaming down his face, Matt climbs into the hospital bed beside you. Back at the orphanage, he would do it every time you were sick. He would find his way into your room and climb into your bed, holding you close, sometimes even receiving the same stories your father would tell; they weren't all that creative, but they were the memories of your childhood that have stuck with you. Matt cradles you gently, seeking comfort in the familiar embrace, and you do the same. Your tears mingle with his as you hold each other, crying silently in each other's arms, both because guilt is a treacherously heavy feeling and because you have never been more relieved to find yourself in a hospital bed than you are at that moment. It means you're safe, and safe is what you want to be.
You sniffle eventually and squeeze his hand. "I love you," you say, and then add, a bit more sheepishly, "Bro."
Matt finds a low laugh deep in his chest and lets it out. "I love you too, sis," he says, and he mimics the tone of your voice.
As your tears begin to subside, you find solace in the warmth of Matt's embrace. The hospital room, with its sterile walls and fluorescent lighting, fades into the background as you focus on your brother's heartbeat beneath your ear.
Time stands still, and the weight of the world seems to lift ever so slightly. Just for a moment, but a moment is enough for you to finally breathe. You take a second and just breathe, just for a moment. You need it.
Eventually, you both find the strength to pull away slightly, though your hands remain intertwined. Matt makes sure you are comfortable, tucks you in, and kisses your forehead. It's your childhood all over again, but it's the kind of nostalgia you need to stay alive, stay sane, and push through the hell you've endured. Matt's red-rimmed eyes meet yours. "We're going to get through this," he says, "Together." It's the same thing he has said many times before, and somehow he has always managed to be right, so you don't doubt for a second that you can believe him.
You nod. "Together," you agree.
The hospital room may be devoid of comfort and familiarity, but it's better than the warehouse Matt rescued you from. Lying side by side, you find solace in the presence of your brother, your hero. He has always been your hero, sometimes you simply forget.
With a final squeeze of your hand, Matt whispers, "Rest now. You have a lot of healing to do."
But it's not just you, it is both of you. Together, as you said. The sounds of the hospital start fading into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of your breathing and you slowly but finally find yourself drifting into the abyss of sleep.
#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x sister!reader#sister reader#matt murdock angst#matt murdock fluff#human disaster matt murdock#daredevil x reader#reader insert#no y/n#platonic#angst#x reader#lizzi answers#request
124 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄
♡ note: hi, this is inspired by that one quote where it goes “if you're raised with an angry man in your house, / there will always be an angry man in your house. / you will find him even when he is not there.” this fic isn’t directly related to the quote, but i hope u enjoy :]
♡ pairing: foggy nelson, frank castle, karen page, matt murdock & gn reader
♡ word count: 3k
♡ tags: angst; hurt/comfort; au where frank, matt, foggy, karen, and reader are in a friend group; platonic relationships / friendships; arguments; yelling; reader does not do well with people yelling at all; reader has an adverse reaction to frank and matt arguing and feels really bad about it; matt calls reader sweetheart
Frank and Matt are arguing. Again. Normally, these occasions aren’t too bad. Normally, it’s just a disagreement they partake in or a bit of banter. The duo are much friendlier now- perhaps, even friends, although neither one would ever say so. They’re each too prideful for that.
The pair frequently rib into each other and trade barbs- it’s simply how their dynamic works-, but today, it’s different. Today is a day like before. Before when there was only pure dislike and unfettered animosity between them, and they’d exchange blows that aimed to bruise instead of words that aimed to rile up the other.
They’ve gotten into their fair share of arguments, but those squabbles always ended before they could get too ugly. Either Foggy, Karen, or you would deescalate the situation by redirecting the conversation towards a different topic or Matt and Frank would stop talking mid-argument and leave, taking time to cool off before returning back to the group gathering with a more level head.
It’s never been this bad.
Truthfully, you don’t even know how it got to this point, ignorant to what sparked this particular argument. All you know is that the situation has gotten wildly out of hand, escalating so quickly before your very eyes that you can hardly wrap your head around what’s currently happening.
Standing toe-to-toe in the middle of Matt’s living room, Matt and Frank look like they’re seconds away from engaging in an all out brawl.
“Back off, Red,” Frank says in a low, dangerous tone that sends a shiver down your spine and makes the hairs on your arm stand on end. You’ve never heard Frank sound like this before, his tone so dark and threatening, and you know that the man standing before you know is the man that strikes fear into the heart of others as the Punisher.
Off to the side of the main room of Matt’s apartment, you stand between Karen and Foggy as you all fruitlessly attempt to get Matt and Frank to knock it off. Unconsciously, you scoot closer to Foggy, instinctively seeking the comfort of your dear friend. The blond notices the subtle movement out of the corner of his eyes and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“You alright?” He whispers into your ear, without looking at you. His blue eyes stay trained on Matt and Frank, unwilling to allow his gaze to stray for even a moment- unsure of what may happen if he does so.
You take a deep breath in, trying to calm the racing of your heart before shakily exhaling out. “I’m alright, Fog,” you lie. You are definitely not alright, but you don’t wish to weigh down your friend with your silly worries, especially not when there are more pressing matters at hand like stopping your other friends from physically tearing into each other. “I just don’t like seeing them argue,” you admit, which is true. You hate watching two of the people you love most in this world spew such hateful words at each other. It hurts.
“Me neither,” Foggy sighs, sounding impossibly tired for a brief moment. For some reason, it makes you feel guilty. You’re not the only one who dislikes when Matt and Frank fight (you know for a fact that neither Foggy or Karen enjoy their verbal collisions), but you feel like you take it harder than them, and that idea makes you feel bad.
Foggy squeezes your shoulder before letting his hand drop back down to rest by his side, and you find it easier to breathe, even if it’s just ever so slight.
The sound of Matt raising his voice startles you from your thoughts. Your breath hitches and your chest tightens uncomfortably when Frank’s voice rises to match Matt’s in volume.
You don’t who it is that begins to all out shout- whether it’s Matt or Frank-, but it doesn’t matter. The drastic change in volume makes you instinctively flinch. Hard. The action goes unnoticed by the two yelling (they’re much too engrossed in their verbal clashing to pay you any mind), but not by the two by your side. They exchange glances, looking at you in between them before looking at each other. They don’t need words to communicate what they’re thinking.
Your head swims- the loud angry voices of your loved ones amplified in the depths of your mind. You’re so lost in thought that you jump in place when Karen places a careful hand on your arm to garner your attention. Her expression softens when she sees how you react.
“Hey, do you want to hang somewhere else while Foggy and I sort this out?” Karen quietly asks, barely audible over Matt and Frank’s overlapping voices. Karen’s voice is gentle and kind and completely unlike the sharp and scathing tones of your friends, who are locked in their heated stand off just a few feet away. With the hand clasped around your arm, she rubs small comforting circles into your skin.
You want to deny her suggestion, to assure her that you’re okay, but when you open your mouth to respond to Karen, the words get stuck in your throat. How frustrating. You close your mouth, pressing your lips tightly together, and roughly swallow- trying to dislodge them. You’re ready to lie to Karen, even if the assurance will taste acrid on your tongue, but a roaring yell- louder than anything you’ve heard so far- makes you change your mind.
“Y-yeah, I’ll be on the roof,” you stutter out. If you could think more clearly, you’d feel embarrassed for tripping over your words, but all you could think about in this moment was getting as far as you could from the yelling.
Karen gives you the most comforting smile she can muster, but it’s strained around the edges. “I’ll go up and get you when this is dealt with,” she promises. Before you can leave, flee as far as you can from the scene, Karen squeezes your arm and gives you a look. “If you need me for any reason, call me.”
Despite your current state, the corner of your lips curls up into something that almost resembles a smile. You’re thankful to have a friend like Karen in your life. “I will, Kare,” you place your hand over the one she has on your arm, “Promise.”
Satisfied with your reply, Karen releases her easy grip on you, allowing you to book it towards Matt’s front door. As soon as you’re out the door, out of the apartment, you immediately make your way to the staircase that leads to the rooftop.
A sense of urgency overcomes you as if something truly terrible will happen if you don’t make it to the roof in time, even if there is no time limit, no countdown. The arguing, the senseless yelling, has jumbled your thoughts, leaving you feel discombobulated. You cannot shake off your irrationality, cannot even see that you are being irrational. You increase your stride, skipping over every other step as you run up them as fast as you can without tripping over your feet and falling flat on your face.
"Why is this so damn heavy?” you mumble to yourself once you make it to the top of the staircase, grunting as you push your shoulder against the rooftop access door. You push and push and stumble, nearly falling over when the door suddenly flings open beneath your weight. You’re quick to stabilize yourself on your feet, almost tripping over nothing when when the door loudly slams behind you, effectively startling you.
On shaky legs, you speed walk over to the edge of the roof, curling your hands around the concrete barrier meant to prevent one from falling off the building and tumbling down to meet their untimely end. Loose gravel digs into your palm, biting into the skin as you tighten your grip. It hurts, but the pain is minimal. So minimal, in fact that you could easily ignore it, but instead, you focus on it. The slight pain forces you into the moment, grounding you into the present. Just like how the brisk air on your face is cold, stealing your body’s warmth the longer you stand out in the open, but it still feels good because you can feel it.
You take a few deep breaths- inhaling in, holding your breath, and exhaling out before repeating the cycle. You do it over and over again until your brain feels less foggy, and you can actually think relatively clearly.
A tsunami tide of shame and embarrassment crashes over you as you think about how you reacted to Matt and Frank arguing. It was stupid of you to get so worked up over it. Utterly unreasonable of you. You may not like it when people raise their voices and shout, but you’re not sure there’s anybody who does like it. You didn’t have to run off like a scared little kid just because Matt and Frank raised their voices. You weren’t even on the receiving end of their yelling for crying out loud. Your reaction speaks volumes of how truly pathetic you are.
The sound of the door to the rooftop swinging open immediately makes you tense up, jolting you from your downward spiral of self-pity. You turn your head and look over your shoulder, expecting to see Karen, who’s presumably come to get you, but to your surprise, you see Matt and Frank.
The tension in your body doesn’t dissipate as it normally would when you're greeted with the sight of two of your dearest friends. Instead, you go even more rigid, your body wound up even tighter than before as the pair come closer to you. You can still recall the sound of them of screaming, how rough and venomous their voices sounded as they spat vitriol at each other. The memory bounces around in your mind like a pinball machine.
Frank’s dark eyes stay trained on you, scanning your face and body as he observes your facial expression and body language. One glance at you is all it takes for him to stop in his footsteps, digging the heels of his black combat boots into the dusty ground, and hold out an arm to prevent Matt from approaching you any further.
Matt opens his mouth- ready to protest-, but when Frank whispers for him to listen in that gruff tone of his, the brunet presses his lips together and inclines his head towards you, listening to the roaring of your pulse and the swift beating of your heart in your chest. Matt holds his hands up, palms facing you as if he’s placating a cornered animal.
“Sweetheart,” Matt softly says, his tone completely different than it was when he was arguing with Frank, “Is it okay for us to come closer?”
You turn your body around, away from the concrete ledge, to face them. Your lips part to reply, but nothing comes out as you hesitate.
“You can say no.” Your eyes dart from Matt’s face to Frank’s. His previously hard expression softens when your eyes meet his. “It’s alright if you want us to stay over here.”
“No, it’s okay.” You shake your head. “You can…you can come closer,” you say, but the words are unsteady on your tongue, coming out as clumsy, as if you’re unsure of them.
A furrow forms between Matt’s brows, but he chooses to listen to you, taking slow steps towards you. Frank follows his lead, broadcasting his movements so as to not startle you in any way. They both stop a good few feet away from you, not keen on pushing your limits.
“Where are Foggy and Karen?” you ask after a lapse of awkward silence falls over you three.
“They’re inside the apartment,” Matt quickly answers. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. “Do you want them here?” The instead tacked on the end of that question goes unsaid but you can still hear it.
“No,” you rush out, making Frank raise a brow at you. You heat up under his gaze and avert your eyes away from duo to look out at the skyline. Looking out at the cityscape is safe. You can’t embarrass yourself that way. You clear your throat. “No, it’s alright.”
You may be shaken up from what happened earlier, but you’re not afraid of the men standing in front of you. The shouting frightened you, yes, you’ll admit it, but not them. Never them. You know that neither Frank nor Matt would ever hurt you. You want to make sure that they know you know that.
The familiar sound of your name rolling off of Frank’s tongue reaches your ears. “Would you look at me for a moment?”
You peel your eyes from the dreary but comforting view from Matt’s corner of Hell’s Kitchen and shift your gaze onto Frank’s face. His expression is tight. Below his set of dark brows, which are slightly pinched together, his eyes are narrowed at you in a way that makes you feel small. The corners of his lips dip downward, marking his face with a frown.
Frank stares at you, analyzing you like you’re a specimen beneath a microscope. You release the breath you were unknowingly withholding when the hard edges of his face smoothens out, the tight set of his jaw disappearing.
“‘M sorry,” Frank says, gruff but earnest. Your eyes widen at the sudden apology falling from Frank’s lips. “For uh for scaring you like that. Red and I got so caught up in our shit that we didn’t realize we were making you feel bad.”
“You didn’t scare me,” you blurt out, panicky. Frank gives you a skeptical look, clearly not believing you. Meanwhile, Matt’s brows rise up to his hairline, shocked that your heartbeat indicates you’re telling the truth. “The yelling freaked me out, but you guys specifically didn’t scare me,” you clarify, “I could never be afraid of you guys. It could have been anyone yelling, I would have reacted in the same way,” you ramble, clenching and unclenching your hands into fists to release your nervous energy.
“Then, we’re sorry for yelling, sweetheart,” Matt gently says, kindly cutting you off in the midst of your anxious babbling. “Frank and I are adults. We should have handled our,” Matt pauses, searching for the right term to describe their verbal (almost physical) altercation, “disagreement in a more mature manner.”
“I’m sorry too.” You rub the back of your neck when both Matt and Frank turn their head toward you, matching expressions of confusion on their faces. “I’m sorry for freaking out like that. It was dumb of me to get all worked up just because you guys raised your voices,” you let your head drop as you laugh. The sound is hollow and full of self-deprecation. “It was stupid of me,” you bitterly say, staring holes into the ground.
“Don’t say that.” The firmness of Frank’s voice makes you jerk your head up. His eyes are hard, but not unkind when you meet his unwavering gaze. “Wasn’t stupid or dumb of you to react like that, so don’t say it was.”
The harshness of his tone makes you shrink slightly, even if you know that Frank isn’t upset with you.
“What Frank is trying to say,” Matt turns his head towards Frank, brows furrowed in blatant displeasure at the man’s less-than-gentle tone. “Is that you have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. You shouldn’t feel bad for reacting in a completely valid way.”
“Okay,” you say in a small voice. You don’t quite believe Frank and Matt, but you don’t want to argue with them. You’ve had more than enough of arguing for today.
“Okay,” Matt repeats, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. He knows you don’t believe them, but he won’t push the matter. Not right now. Maybe later, at a more appropriate time, Matt will talk to you about it, but you don’t need him pressing you about it right now.
“Do you want to go back down to the apartment now” He angles his head towards the door on the roof that connects to his apartment, questioning. “Or stay up on the roof?”
Your eyes drift from Matt and Frank to the city’s skyline. The day has passed you by, quicker than you realized, because the sun is setting beneath the horizon already, washing the sky in a melody of red and orange hues.
You turn to press your front against the concrete barrier and stare out at the horizon.
“Can we stay out here? Just for a little while longer,” you quietly ask, your words tinged with a plea as if Frank or Matt would deny your request.
“Course, we can.” Frank takes a slow step towards you, closely watching you for any indication that you’re uncomfortable with the decrease in distance between you. When he finds nothing, he takes a few more steps until he’s by your side. Matt trails after Frank, taking his place on the other side of you.
Both of them are close enough that you can feel the body heat radiating off of them, but far enough away to not crowd or overwhelm you. It makes you smile, how considerate of you they are. You’re lucky to have friends like them in your life.
Gently, you lean to the side to brush your upper arm against Matt’s before doing the same to Frank. I forgive you, the action silently says.
Matt shifts slightly until he is so near to you that his arm is flush against yours. Warmth emanates from his body, making you sigh in contentment. On the other side of you, Frank shuffles, moving closer to you as well. His shoulder gently knocks into you, prompting you to lean against him. Thank you, they soundlessly reply, we are undeserving of your forgiveness.
You sag against Frank, your body going lax as you let your head fall and rest against his shoulder. Your knuckles brush against Matt’s, the touch feathery-light before he gently slips his hand into yours. The tension in your frame finally unravels like a spool of loose thread, and you feel like you can breathe properly now that you’re comfortably sandwiched between two of the most important people in your life.
#matt murdock x reader#frank castle x reader#the punisher x reader#daredevil x reader#karen page x reader#foggy nelson x reader#matt murdock x platonic reader#frank castle x platonic reader#matt murdock x gn reader#frank castle x gn reader#daredevil x platonic reader#karen page x platonic reader#martyr writes#saint.matthew murdock#saint.frank castle#saint.karen page#saint.foggy nelson
515 notes
·
View notes
Text
Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 7
Gif Caption: Top Gif: Matt Murdock from Marvel's Daredevil Bottom Gif: Will Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things
✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧
Reader: 17-18 age range | Female
Characters mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU) Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (Breifly, ST) Jim Hopper (ST)
A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(
Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈
✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧
So you introduced Steve to the group
He was terrified to meet Matt
And stuck his hand out introducing himself
"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.
"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."
Oh s h i t
Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands
"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."
"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.
"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."
Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.
You introduce him to everyone else as well
He fears Karen.
Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.
Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.
You guys like your weapons
Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service
totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff
That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max
props to them for keeping silent too
Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani
"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.
He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."
Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."
Not peter gagging in the background
"Oh yeah parker?"
"Yeah- Lets go!"
"Alright let's go!"
One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"
"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"
"Oh like hell you are!"
Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.
"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"
"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"
"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."
Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.
"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.
"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.
"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.
"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."
Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.
"Mr.Murdock-"
"Matts fine." He spoke.
"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."
"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."
Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"
"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."
Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.
"You've been in her room."
"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"
"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"
"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."
Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."
"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."
Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."
Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.
"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."
"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."
Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."
"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.
"Good."
Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying
But it makes sense, with how close they are
So Steve's determined to impress him.
Along with everyone else who came to visit
Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys
He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?
Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that
Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in
"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.
"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."
You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.
Except Steve pulled you outside
"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."
"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.
"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."
Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."
"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"
Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."
Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."
You could only laugh and kiss him.
Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart
But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together
You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.
Then the phone rings
And Frank stays on the phone
"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."
Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.
"What is she-"
Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.
"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.
"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"
"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.
"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"
"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.
"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.
"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"
"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."
"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.
"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."
"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.
"Y/n I swear-"
"He was even nice enough to-"
"Im throwing you in the lake."
"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"
So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.
He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.
"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.
"Nope."
"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"
So now your being thrown in the lake.
Peter goes to get you a towel
Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand
Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour
Just for him to be pulled into the lake.
"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.
"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.
"Wait for me." Karen added.
Cue heart to heart with your two dads
Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank
But deep down Frank knows you miss New York
And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart
Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.
Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends
Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake
And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you
"Dad! Dad!"
"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"
Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.
You manage to jump on his back hugging him.
"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.
"Means I can do this-"
"No! No! No!"
It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.
It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.
Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.
Will was alot more open to you
He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course
You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like
And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween
Not no witch either or black cat
Actual "nerd" coustumes
"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.
"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"
"Mike?"
"Yeah, you know them?"
"There my friends!" He cheered.
"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."
"Have you ever played D&D?"
"No. What is it?"
"Duegons and Dragons?"
"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.
You're offically Will's best friend
Well Female Older Teen Best Friend
We all know you cant replace Mike
So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros
You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.
He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself
Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin
Joyce is glad he gets along with you
Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people
He told you they call him Zombie boy
You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh
"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"
He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are
You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it
You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there
So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced
He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds
So he was happy another nerd was joining the party
Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision
Whatever that means
But its a small town
So here comes Cheif Hopper
"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.
"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.
So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up
But it didnt work much as you know
Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse
Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake
Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car
"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."
Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness
On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags
You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.
He beat you in street fighter 3-1.
Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy
Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways
You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends
After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail
Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you
You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister
What could go wrong?
Well. Alot actually
Previous Part - Next Part
✧▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ▬✧
Tag List ( IT KEEPS GROWING IM GONNA EXPLODE MY GUY) : @raelwrites @miiikkeey @beebslebobs @ah-witch @supernaturallover2002 @pearlstiare @simonsbluee @stilllivindue2spite @lvbred @dancingqueen21 @writerdream22 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @knivqs @xxlaynaxx @3-spurr
#x reader#marvel x reader#marvel x stranger things#marvel x reader headcanon#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#stranger thingd headcannons#x female reader#female reader#frank castle x female reader#frank castle x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington headcanon#frank castle x daughter! reader#frank x daughter reader#daughter reader#matt murdock x reader#platonic matt murdock#matt murdock
232 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ok ok hear me out
As someone who didnt realise they were AuDHD til their late 20s and is just now coming to understand how life changing loop earplugs/ noise cancelling headphones or sunglasses can be for over stimulating situations and tye importance of decompressing and how all the assorted consequences of over stimulation arent just shit I have to put up with...
Matt Murdock
Horrifically overstimulated Matt Murdock
With an autistic friend who knows everything about DD
Who buys him the pressure swing hammock thing. And headphones. And fidgits? And teaches him sensory overload things and *sighs*
Like I know being cut off completely when he already cant see, and is at risk cause of his extra curricular activities, and needs the high alert senses and maybe its a bad idea, blah blah but...
Imagine just being like 'sit here, heres my hand, put these on- the 1st time you'll probably cry, its all good and I'll let go of your hand/ tap you if you need to come back down to earth' and changing his life
Cause youre more likely to survive being in the ocean if youre not already exhaused and you know how to swim, rather than trying to learn after being dropped out there, just fucking rest Matt
Just imagine being his giving him a safe space 😍😍
Just me? Also if you write fanfic feel free to steal some/ all/ any, if its on here or ao3 I'm gonna find it 🤣❤
#matthew murdock#matt murdock#daredevil#charlie cox#mcu daredevil#netflix daredevil#actually frank too#frank castle#punisher#marvel#autistic headcanon#autistic feels#audhd#matt murdock x reader#platonic!reader
240 notes
·
View notes
Note
Child!Reader doesn't like Elektra, so they gets Dad!Matt to go out with Karen, Foggy or Frank. Whichever you choose!
This ask not only made me feral but also single-handedly ripped me out of writers block.
Thank you for your req!
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or The Punisher**
Pairing: Frank Castle x Murdock!Son!reader/Frank Castle x Matt Murdock
Genre: fluff/family
Summary: go to ask
Tw: nothing to see here. Just some good old family fluff
Heart Felt Comments
“Why are you going on a date with her.” You groaned to your dad.
Matt was loosening his tie.
“It’s not a date, Jr. Elektra and I are just going for some beers and then I’ll come home. There is no romance between us.” He explained.
“Maybe not romance but definitely sex—“ your father cut you off.
“Definitely nothing like that! I’m not interested in her.” he sighed in exasperation.
“I don’t like that old hag. She’s mean and spells trouble for everyone around her!”
“Be kind. You never know if she’s listening in.” He chuckles.
He was joking. He—he had to be, right?
Whatever. Elektra didn’t scare you. She was just some lady with two tiny pitchforks. You could fight her any day.
“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Frank will be here in about 15 minutes. Don’t burn the apartment down in that time. Got it, Hell-raiser?”
An idea planted itself in you. Frank and dad should go on a date. They are much better for each other. You could set them up. Yes, yes. This will be perfect. Your devious little mind pondered.
“I said, ‘got it, Hell-raiser?’” He snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Got it, dad. Frank. Here. 15 minutes. Don’t destroy anything.” You recapped.
“Yup. Ok I’m off. Behave for Frank.” He shut the door behind him.
⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆
The 15 minutes couldn’t have gone by slower. Especially considering you were checking the microwave clock every 30 seconds.
Finally, you heard the knock of the one and only Punisher. You ran over and threw open the door.
“Are you in love with my dad!?” You didn’t mean to yell but you did anyway.
Frank’s expression switched from surprise to shock to confusion all in a matter of seconds.
“The hell are you talkin’ about, Kid?” He asked.
“You always do favors for him even though you don’t owe him anything and you always stare at his ass—“
“Enough, Kid! Quiet! Jesus Christ…” Frank shook his head.
“So do you?” You stepped out of the doorway to let him in.
“Where’s all this comin’ from suddenly?” He walked into the small apartment.
“Dad’s going on a date with this lady who looks like she’s from The Real House Wives of New Jersey.” You told him.
“Yeah, bet she does.” Frank agreed sarcastically.
“So that’s why you have to go on a date with him instead.”
“I think you’re logical reasonin’ is a lil’ stunted, Kid.” The Punisher retorted.
“So you’re telling me you don’t wanna go on a date with dad? Not even a little bit?” You pushed.
Frank was silent. He was silent for a while.
“Ain’t got nothin’ he wants.” Frank was trying to cover the sadness in his voice, you could tell.
“He likes your muscles and you’re hot accent. I overheard him telling Foggy once.” You stated matter-of-factly.
“He thinks it’s hot?”
“So that’s why you should go on a date with him! He’s like—the world’s most eligible bachelor! And you’re like…I dunno. But you both like each other.”
Frank sighed. He was a weak man.
“Fine I’ll do it.”
⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆
Matt was difficult to surprise. His enhanced senses made sure if it. When he walked within five feet of his complex and heard two calm heartbeats coming from his apartment, he expected one of three things to be there when he arrived.
1. His son was asleep in bed and Frank had accidentally passed out on the couch (despite Matt telling him he was allowed to)
2. Frank and his son were watching a boring movie
3. His son was listening to Frank tell some sort of story.
What he didn’t expect was to find his two very awake boys talking about their favorite Disney movies. He focused on their voices, smiling fondly.
He opened the door and heard the scratching of markers; you were drawing at the counter.
“Watchya working on there?” Matt asked.
“Nothing! Go to bed!” You yelped.
“Well I gotta release the old man of his service.” Matt chuckled.
Frank stood up and stretched.
“I’m not even that much older than you.” Frank grumbled.
Matt grinned.
“Are you staying the night? Can he dad? Pleeeeeease?” You begged and pulled on his arm.
“Jr, we don’t have another bed. And I doubt he wants to sleep on the couch. If he wants to though, I’m not against it.” Your father explained.
You gasped and ran over to Frank.
“Please Frank! We can watch Up!” You stared up at him, practically vibrating with anticipation.
Frank sighed.
“Sure, Kid. I’ll stay.”
The night went by quickly. You fell asleep halfway through the movie, so Frank put you to bed and talked to Matt some. Basic things, his vigilante work, his cases, things of normal nature.
Soon Matt turned in for the night and Frank was left alone on the couch. He thought about them—together. Was he really gunna ask Matt on a date? He couldn’t. Is it too soon since Maria?
He fell asleep thinking about you and Matt. The three of you. All together.
⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆
Frank’s nightmares had persisted enough that he couldn’t go back to sleep. He needed to get his mind off of them.
His eyes looked to the microwave clock. 6:35 am. He could make breakfast for them, as a thanks.
Frank got to work. Simple eggs and toast should work. He wasn’t expecting Matt to have much in his fridge anyway.
He turned on the burner and set the pan on the flame. Frank sprayed a light amount of cooking oil on top of the heating surface. He took the eggs out of the fridge and set them on the counter near the stove top. Then he found the bread in a bottom cabinet and set it next to the eggs.
He grabbed a spatula and tested the heat of the pan by hovering his hand above it. He took the first egg and cracked it into the pan. It sizzled as he began moving it around on the hot surface.
“Awww eggs and toast? Careful there Frank, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Matt chuckled as he walked over the the kitchen.
He didn’t have his glasses on. Frank had seen him without them before but now it was different. It was domestic.
He snorted.
“Never said I was a good cook. Everyone knows how to make eggs.”
“I beg to differ. Jr can’t make eggs to save his life.” Matt replied. “Speak of the devil—“ He was cut off by you running into the kitchen with too much excitement for a morning.
You grabbed your dad’s arm and tugged on it till he lowered his ear to you.
“You should tell him you love him now.” You whispered.
Matt turned the color of his vigilante suit. Frank quirked an eyebrow.
“What’d he say?” Frank asked.
Matt had stood up again and rolled his eyes.
“It’s nothing—just a reminder of sorts…” He replied.
You raised your eyebrows at your dad and kicked his foot. You decided to try your luck with Frank instead. You repeated your previous actions. It was Frank’s turn to blush. He just coughed and turned his attention back to the eggs.
“Ughhhhhh seriously? Come oooooonnn.” You groaned and pushed your dad towards Frank.
“Just tell each other you love each other and go on a date already!” You practically shouted.
Frank and Matt stared at each other, shocked and stuttering. Finally, Frank got an actual sentence out.
“Do—do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asked.
Matt breathed out.
“Yes. Yes, please. Yes, of course I do, Frank.” Matt smiled slightly.
You squealed in delight.
“YAY! NOW I HAVE TWO DADS!”
#marvel#daredevil#matt murdock#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x reader#marvel x male reader#daredevil x male reader#Matt Murdock x son reader#frank castle x platonic reader#frank castle x child reader#matt murdock x child reader
289 notes
·
View notes
Text
Venting (Filler Chapter)
IRDK what this is. Part 4 of Playing With Fire. (There is no Matt in this bit)
(I actually do know Morse code, I'm just too lazy to write out the sentences and translations, so the translations are in bold italics.)
Warnings: Pregnancy, another Clint cameo, hence the title.
You barely noticed it at first. Rhythmic tapping coming out of your cell's vent was new, though. Focusing in on it, you made out a word.
Murdock
Knowing who it was, you smirked. That was genius.
Hey B. Still using the vents I see
Figured you need company. How you holding
You recalled being used to fragmented conversational grammar with him using sign language.
I been better
And the little one
Good. Making back hurt
A small scoff could be heard.
Not funny B
Sorry
How you get up there anyway
I have my ways
I appreciate but you leave before we both in trouble
Ok. I will be there tomorrow
Thanks
Taglist for PWF
@sgt-morgan @thequeenofpataos @aesthetic-cowardly
#Platonic Clint Barton x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#marvel#matt murdock x reader#daredevil#daredevil x reader#matt murdock#fluff#human disaster matt murdock#angst#is chort
100 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵. 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰
pairing. batfam x batsis!reader + platonic!matt murdock x batsis!reader
warnings. swearing, child neglect, mentions of an accident that makes you blind, canon/typical violence, nothing goes with comics
series masterlist
You got to Gotham city when you were five, you didn't want to go but you had no choice your mother was dead, and had left you in the care of your father.
But even at five years old your father had no time for you. Always busy with the public, or with Batman.
At the time Dick was fifteen, he had no reason to care for a little sister, but Jason. Oh Jason Todd, to you he was an angel.
Your big brother who at eight years old you deemed cooler than Dick Grayson.
Everyday after patrol, he'd come up and check on you, tell you a story usually a more child friendly version of his missions.
You kept him grounded, you made all his anger go away, an anger you blamed Bruce for because when you two first met he wasn't angry he was a happy kid. Everytime you called his name, the soft mutter of "Jay" would knock some sense into him.
But after the accident, the one you went blind, you were nine nearly ten and Jason would stay fifteen, in that year you had lost two things.
Your sight, and your big brother
You were often met with pity than concern because of it. Everyone always asking if you were alright, but never truly caring about the answer.
You heard about the headlines when it happened, "Y/n Wayne, gone blind" or "Gotham's little princess now Gotham's latest victim"
It's not like they actually cared, no of course not they only gave a shit about the publicity they'd get from selling stories like this.
You were only nine years old, you'd think five years would be enough to adjust.
Apparently not..
"Miss Wayne" you heard a gentle knocking at the door of your father's office- well it's your office now. Bruce signed Wayne Industries off to you, because it would make everyone's lives easier if you (someone they deemed quite useless) were actually doing something important, it gave them more vigilante time. Besides you finished school already, you were a smart kid, always top of your class you managed to skip a couple of grades and graduate early like super early.
You were a disappointed when nobody but Alfred turned up, then again you'd stopped caring about that a while ago. Jason - your beloved zombie brother - wouldn't stop apologising, and he took you for ice-cream and hung out with you for the rest of the night as an apology. You couldn't stay mad at him.
"Yes?" you'd been running the company for a few weeks, Alfred was usually helping you. Reading out things that weren't in braille, but since the first thing you did when you got Wayne Industries was buy braille embossers mainly 'cause you knew Alfred would always be there to help you with everything.
"Sorry to disturb you Miss, but y'know that guy that you fired last week?"
"Yeah, the one that was caught uh- having sex in the storage room right?"
"The very same Miss" if you could see right now Tani's face would be littered with pink on her cheeks, "He wants to sue"
"And?" you groaned, that came out harsher that you intended, you could sense that she understood.
"Well he's got a pretty compelling case against the company. When your father owned it that is, very incriminating"
"shit" you muttered under your breath, mentally thanking any godly being out their that Alfred wasn't there to hear you.
"how hard is it to get a good lawyer?"
"No" Matt's voice was firm, he didn't want to take the case and nobody could make him.
"no what do you mean, no" Foggy didn't get it, I mean he sort of did but you were offering a nice pay- like more than what's in their pay grade- but it had nothing to do with criminal law, sort of.
"I don't want to do it Foggy, it has nothing to do with my job or qualifications"
"I'm going to do it then"
"No" Foggy wasn't even listening, he had already walked out of the room and went to reply to the email your secretary had sent to him and various other lawyers.
Foggy stepped up to Tani's desk- Matt beside him- and smiled, eying to the elevator that led all the way up to your office, two security guards on each side. You had put them there for Tani because when she didn't let people up they'd harass her.
"Hi, we're here to see Miss Wayne" Foggy's voice only slightly louder than the crappy music in the background. Tani looked up, "name?"
"Nelson, Foggy Nelson"
For the first time since they arrived Matt talked, but only to utter his name.
"Through the elevator please"
They walked as silently as possible, neither in the mood to talk to one another. Once they were inside and going up Matt was talking.
"Y'know kids probably just gonna be another spoilt rich kid, who's daddy running the business behind their back because they can't do shit"
Foggy only let out a sigh, and walked through the elevator doors when he saw it open, only to reveal another door, one he assumed led to your office.
He was shocked to hear laughter coming from inside the room, what ever happened to professionalism?
"Alfie, I swear this guy was high-"
Matt heard a this 'Alfie' guy chuckle "Miss Wayne you can't say that about them, they're lawyers that came hear to help you"
"I know I know, but you should've seen them" you exaggerated the word seen and it made Alfred laugh.
But the laughter stopped when Foggy knocked on the door and Alfred cleared his through smiling while gesturing for them to come in.
"Oh my god, she's blind Matt" Foggy whispered, as he watched you move from leaning on the desk and stood up straight.
"Sorry I'd shake your hand but I'm not exactly sure where you are"
Matt smiled at that "Don't worry 'bout it, 'cause I don't know where you are either"
"He's blind" Foggy not so discreetly whispered to you.
"I can see that" you whispered back with a chuckle, you cleared you throat "now onto business then?"
"Of course"
Okay maybe Matt was a little wrong about you, alright very wrong about you. You were nothing like he imagined, but then again he hadn't put much thought to what you might be like.
He could tell that you could handle yourself, and that impressed him a lot. He could also tell that you were still grasping the ropes of being blind.
And well he wanted to help you, to train you. He thought it was funny, him training someone but he wanted to try. Maybe you could be the next Daredevil.... scratch that he didn't want that for you.
Now how is someone supposed to reveal a secret identity to a complete stranger?
ᴛᴀɢ/ꜱ: @fandxmslxt69 @jaguarthecat @bxdbxtxh15 @byebyeeye @8-29pm
© ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴇꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ
#duchess au#bruce wayne x daughter!reader#batfam x reader#batsis reader#batsis x batfam#matt murdock x reader platonic#matt murdock x reader#foggy nelson x reader#dc x marvel#enzo writes [📝]#crossover
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Sight and Sound
Warnings: mentions of bad living situations and terrible parenting, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader
Request: Matt Murdock x deaf!Reader (child) ?? Not completely deaf, but has trouble hearing. I'll let you use ur imagination for this one! Hope ur not too busy :)
Request by: @popfishjr
*not my gif*
Summary: You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made
A/N: Did I run out of ideas at the end? Yes. Is it painfully obvious? Also yes
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
It was ironic really, that’s why Foggy jokingly called the two of you The Eyes and The Ears.
You had the best eyesight of anyone you had ever met, and Matt had the best ears of anyone he had ever met.
But this was the ironic part, you were hard of hearing and Matt was blind.
The two of you were quick to become attached at the hip when you first met, looking- and listening- out for one another in ways that the other couldn’t do for themselves.
Your first meeting was about two years ago, when you were six years old, your parents had ditched you on the streets due to your hearing problems and Matt had just so happened to stumble upon you- literally.
He had been so tired that day that he forgot to keep his senses fully open, so he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and who was around him. You had been leaning up against the side of a building, arms wrapped around your legs to try and protect yourself from the harsh winds of the day, staring down at the pavement and unaware of the man quickly approaching.
Your head had snapped up with wide eyes as Matt tripped over your small body, catching himself on the side of the building right before he fell.
“Oh god,” As soon as he regained his balance he quickly whipped around to face you, “I’m so sorry.”
From a young age, you had been able to read lips very well, it being one of the only ways you could understand others.
You tilted your head to the side slightly, “It’s okay, Mr.” The pitch of your voice was higher than he thought necessary, but he shrugged it off.
“Are you alright?” He asked in worry, sensing how young you were and beginning to let his mind wander as to what you were doing on the ground in the middle of the street.
You squinted your eyes and leaned your head forward a little bit, “Can you repeat that, please?”
He frowned, thinking he had spoken at a normal level, but repeated himself anyway.
“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, shuffling your feet back and forth against the pavement, embarrassment rising up in your mind when you realized you had made him go out of his way just because you couldn’t hear him, “I’m hard of hearing.” You explained.
That’s when it all made sense. Not being able to realize he was coming. Your loud tone. The way you needed him to repeat himself.
“That’s alright.” He made sure to enunciate his words a little bit when he spoke up again.
Without really thinking about it, his mouth had opened and he blurted out an offer, for you to stay with him once it was evident that the reason you were on the street was because you were homeless.
At first, you had hesitated, but something told you that you could trust the man, so you agreed.
Now, two years later, the two of you were inseparable and for the first time in your life, you had a good home, a safe one, where you didn’t have to worry about the fact that you were hard of hearing, never having to be ashamed of it.
“Hey,” Matt called, flickering the lights a little bit as he entered your room in order to get your attention.
You looked up from where you were drawing at your desk with a smile to the man who had become your best friend over the years. But even more than that, he became your father.
“Want to go out for lunch?” Though he knew that you could hear him slightly and could read his lips even better, he used his hands to still sign what he was saying.
When you had first moved in with him, you had revealed that back when you had a home, a kind neighbor had taught you sign language so that you could communicate better with others around you.
Immediately, Matt had insisted that you taught him, even if he couldn’t see, he wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and taken care of as possible.
Countless hours had been spent sitting under blankets, nestled on the couch side by side, your hands gently guiding his to teach him.
You grinned in return to his request, even though he couldn’t see it, and jumped up from your seat, letting out a small ‘whoop’ in reply.
After quickly slipping your shoes on, the two of you left the apartment, arms looping together unconsciously on instinct, leading one another with your eyes, the other with ears.
While you would let him know when to cross the road, he would be the one to make sure there were no oncoming cars.
He tapped on your arm to get your attention and stop you from walking so that you wouldn’t have to divide your attention from trying to hear him and read his lips and leading the way for the both of you, “Do you want to try that new place near the grocery store?”
You shrugged, making sure to brush your arm up against his so that he could feel the movement, “Don’t care.” You echoed back, trying to be loud above the city noises even though you knew he could hear you just fine.
He paused, thinking, before nodding his head, “Let’s go there.”
You nodded before leading the way, winding through the streets and crowds of people, arm never dropping from Matt’s.
When you finally made it, the welcoming smell of food and feel of warmth hit both of you like a train as you entered, you looking around curiously and the older man tilting his head to the side to listen.
“Well, well,” An all too familiar voice sounded from the side, “If it isn’t The Ears and The Eyes.”
Both of you perked up at the sound of your friend and you dropped Matt’s arm with a grin, “Foggy!” You cheered, rushing over to hug the man.
He gladly returned to favor with a large laugh and smile, playfully scooping you up and spinning you around while Matt smiled as he listened to the interaction.
“I didn’t know you were gonna be here, Foggy,” The man told his best friend with a smile and he shrugged.
“Figured I’d try out the new place, seems like you two had the same idea.” He placed you to the ground and quickly ruffled your hair affectionately, “Come on, I already have a table, so I suppose you two knuckleheads can join me.”
“I’m not a knucklehead!” You protested with a giggle, “He is!”
“No, you too.” Though Foggy said that, he was really winking and signing to you that it was really just Matt, to which you laughed even harder.
The brown haired man pretended not to notice that the two of you were having a secret conversation as he followed you to the table.
As he listened to the two of you interact, he couldn’t help but allow the smile that sat upon his face to grow, happier than anything that everything was going so well with you. That he had grown to love you like a daughter.
We are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr
#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#marvel#mcu#mcu x reader#child reader#matt murkdock x reader platonic#matt murdock#matt murdock x child reader#foggy nelson x reader#foggy nelson#foggy nelson x child reader#daredevil x reader#daredevil#daredevil x child reader
378 notes
·
View notes
Text
Reprise
Chapter 1 - Not Yet
Fic’s Summary: You are an Asgardian who’s on Earth after a series of events, who ends up taking a spiderling teen vigilante under their wings who’s intrigued to figure out if the other vigilante mentor the kid has is really who the stories tell, wanting to see if it’s true no one can sneak on him or surprise him. But you are the best friend of certain trickster, and some tendencies have rubbed on you…this shall be an entertaining challenge.
Author’s Note: this chapter shouldn’t even exist yet, i have important irl stuff to do, but this moment of brainrot some days ago lasted me enough to still write this. It’s been a while since i’ve written anything for a Reader insert but @raelwrites and her works have been very inspiring and serotonin enducing, so, here we are. i have an unfinished spn fic (which, i was writing as i watched the season it takes place in…im still stuck), a witcher one in ao3 and so many on drafts but hey, we are for the vibes.
no beta reader, this is all on me
Main relationships: Loki/GN Reader (Platonic), Peter/GN Reader (Platonic), [Future] Matt/GN Reader (?)
Warnings: none for this chapter i guess, but well, eventually there might be some usual canon violence and insinuations at not very nice events, but i’ll mention/tag those when needed.
Next Chapter >>
(gifs not mine)
Chapter’s Author’s Note: this is mainly like, introduction of R’s situation, as well as some dynamics that we’ll see later on (let’s pray whatever fixation i have right now allows me to juggle all my fics). Matt is not on this chapter yet but there’s plenty of Loki and Peter, me thinks
tagging: @catmanbowser (look at this absolute madness)
Word Count: 5,068
Midgard was…boring at best, so far.
Sure there were a bunch of foods and drinks you were trying for the first time, thrilling flavours and interesting uses of ingredients still surprising you, as well as sweet treats, and Internet seemed to have a bunch of recorded plays you could watch again and again from the comfort of your chambers, but you couldn’t just go out and ride a horse around if you wanted (apparently), and training had become harder to do when your strength was naturally higher than most of those living under the same roof (and the humans you have learned are stronger in the place you are staying in can’t train with you daily anyways). Not to mention you couldn’t hunt your food and you were missing the certain thrill of providing for your housemates as well as doing small things with the skins and pelts.
Sure you could train against Loki and Thor, or just one of them, but Thor wasn’t there all the time, and it’s been a long time since the training you have with Loki had become more of a coordinated dance. You were too in sync for it to be a true challenge.
And you missed the stars. Old Norns did you miss them.
For some reason you were yet to comprehend, the Midgardian night sky didn’t have visible stars where you currently were. Even when Thor assured you they were visible in other places of this planet, the current area you were bounded to was dark and plain at night, making you long for the Asgardian sky. Apparently human technology has cut their connection with the celestial bodies.
But! You were here, on “Earth” for a reason! A mission of sorts.
+
When the Dark Elves started attacking Asgard, you will forever be thankful to the Old Norns for the fact you were escorting Jane Foster, Thor’s human beloved, as requested from the prince himself, around the palace and wherever she wished to be. You were on guard duty, because Thor didn’t really trust anyone else to protect Jane and treat her with respect. You were not to leave her alone, and thanks to that, you managed to avoid Queen Frigga being killed while defending the human.
She was still injured that time, but after disposing of the enemy and making sure Jane was as okay as she could, you were quick to work on your Queen’s injuries with magic. Healing Seidr wasn’t your strength, as it never is for a single individual, but you got her enough time for the actual healers to arrive and aid her.
Thor had been incredibly grateful, hugging you and carrying you on his shoulder like you were children again.
Loki, on the other hand and somehow, learned that he had sent who could have been his Mother’s killer on her way from his cell, had a breakdown over that and it wasn’t until Frigga herself went to talk to her kid that he seemed to snap out of whatever terrors and doubts plagued his mind.
So, things were written and orders were given for Loki to be sent back to Midgard along with Thor to “pay for his crimes against the humans and offer compensation” or something like that (Odin’s way with words and orders was never your favourite, too many loopholes or unclear instructions) when the battle against Malekith and his people was over with. And you were asked by Frigga and Thor themselves to join the princes.
‘Sometimes my brother seems more like your brother than mine!’ is what Thor told you while patting your back after the hearing with the Throne. Which just means Thor wanted help with guiding his brother’s moral compass.
And you were okay with it really, always up for adventure and learning opportunities. And Loki seemed particularly more relaxed when you agreed. And how could they not! You were their best friend after all, and you were proud of it, no matter what happened. You had a lot of time after and during the preparations for Loki and Thor to catch you up on all what happened since the failed crowning ceremony to the first Dark Elves attack.
With that you felt like the three of you fell into place again. Chipped at the edges, new scratches that didn’t match and some faded colours, but you were in more coordination with each other than you’ve been in decades.
You had known Loki and Thor since you were kids, your family being part of the system and rotations of personal blacksmiths the Royal family had for themselves thanks to your usage of Seidr. Magic had always been present on your bloodline, from both sides of your parents, and while they never really trained it, they made sure to use it to make weaponry more durable and special, infusing it with different conditions, catching Odin’s father’s attention millennia ago and working for them since then.
Members of your family always were well trained in combat, because when a new design was asked for you had to try the weapons, checking balance, durability and how much it might or not vibrate after clashing against other weapons.
Thanks to this, Odin seemed interested in your already good fighting skills as a kid, and sent Lady Sif (when she was just Sif) to battle you, at the time covering saying that he wanted the both of you to test weapons for Thor and Loki, eventually inviting you to his sons’ and “friends” private training sessions.
And you say “friends” because all of you had been picked by Odin to be his older son’s closest teammates, planning for you all to have his back as adults and for him to have a reliable close court when he took over the throne. So, at the time you all weren’t really friends, some of the others more eager to get close to the blonde prince than others, true, but ultimately enjoying having people your age to train with.
But due your family’s inclination with magic, you ended up catching the younger prince’s attention by simply not mocking him for using it sometimes during training, instead asking him how he did certain tricks. They must have told Frigga because not even a season after you started asking Loki to teach you had passed and the Queen had personally asked your family for permission on teaching you beyond what your family’s knowledge was (magic shields, basic wound cleaning spells and some silence covers, using sound and wind manipulation so your movements weren’t trackable, nor the rattling of your armor or weapons on your back).
They were honored to have the Queen teaching you, of course, and you even taught them other spells and poultices to wear between hands and gloves to keep them cooler when handling the forges. But they didn’t seem to like you were closer to the younger prince, particularly more so when he started gaining his trickster reputation and word of you joining him in some of the pranks reached them.
But, you were left to be, and although it wasn’t your favourite activity while growing up, you often seemed to be a buffer of some kind between Thor’s main friends and his brother, along with the older prince himself. And you could always fight them if things got too heated, even offering to wear magical cuffs so you weren’t “cheating”.
You always won, which left you bragging and smug about it. But you were also aware that Sif would be a bigger challenge and probably beat you some times, but she wasn’t the one getting angry at Loki over nothing (yes, you let him get out of the trouble and mess of cutting Sif’s hair on his own).
+
So, you had a solid and nice relationship with the Asgardian princes and agreed to come to Midgard but, since you were also a new face among Thor’s human brothers and sisters in arms, you weren’t really trusted to go on missions with them until they had tested you enough.
But some progress seemed to have gone down the sewers after you mentioned your magic (manifested in deep yellows and gold sparks and colours, differently but complementary to Loki’s green) and started speaking of how Loki and his mother taught you a lot. That seemed to put some people on edge, particularly the archer whose name you could just remember, at the time, had something to do with Hawk.
Whatever, you were fine spending time with Loki, catching up, braiding their hair, practicing your illusions and trying to cook some Asgardian meals with Midgardian ingredients. You both will be okay, and the rest of Thor’s human team will see.
+++
The first to actually join you and Loki in training and talk to you like you weren’t plotting to blow the whole Tower down was the youngest one, the Spider themed kid.
“Peter Parker. Aren’t you Stark’s genius little mentee?” Loki interrupted the kid’s seemingly endless questions about the Bifrost’s magic.
Ah, Peter Parker. Right. Loki was always better with names than Thor or you, or the whole gang back then, only being equally good with memorizing names by Sif.
“Yes? Kind of? I don’t know, anyways, as I was asking, what’s powering the machine you use to make interplanetary jumps?”
Loki was too stunned in general to properly pay attention to the questions, and while you knew you both could answer them, you were too wired and full of energy to burn, the young warrior having stopped both Loki and you while in the kitchen, grabbing some water and snacks to take to the gym. So, an idea came to you.
“Say, young Parker, what if we make a deal?”
That managed to stop him in the middle of whatever rephrasing he was in, and caught the attention of Loki too. Peter arched an eyebrow and leaned back slightly. Good, some doubt could save your life.
“Could you elaborate on that?”
“Well, I’ve heard Thor say you have an impressive strength and reflexes for being so young, and after hearing Stark talk about you I used Internet to search about Spider-Man, your title while on the spider themed suit if I’m correct, and you can stop and lift those big metal boxes of transportation you have, so, what if you join Loki and me on training, no magic from our part, and after we answer all what you want about the Bifrost?”
Loki sent you a glare of them not understanding what you were even planning or thinking, but shrugged, letting you know they were okay with whatever it was. It was harmless, really.
“You promise to not use magic?” the kid leaned back in, but he still had his face scrunched.
“Not today, sure. At most, the only magic you might see me use would be to cool our water bottles or summon us some towels.” you twirled your hand to demonstrate, the kitchen counter yellow towel popping on your hand, and you twirled it again to put it back where it was, although crumpled now.
That seemed to catch the kid’s attention, his mouth opening slightly and his frown being replaced by wonder and curiosity. You winked at Loki with a smile, and they snorted while rolling their eyes, a small smile on their face.
Peter’s eyes went from the towel to your face, then to Loki’s (who arched an eyebrow at him) and back to you.
“Okay, sure. Let’s go to a training room.”
“Yes!” you did a small gesture of victory, to which the other two laughed slightly. You were excited to finally get to train with someone else who you didn’t know for centuries. And he must be a great fighter! What with being Stark’s menteé and visiting the Tower often.
Right?
+++
He wasn’t.
Sure, Peter Parker wasn’t completely helpless in a fight, there was some training there, but very basic. The start of it. And he could dance around your punches and kicks with a great level of grace, but the moment you and Loki coordinated your attacks, still no magic, the kid started struggling.
You were currently on a break, Loki leaning against the wall, you mindlessly spinning a stick around like you would your spear were you taunting someone, and Peter sprawled on the floor.
“What do you mean Stark didn’t train you?” you tried to not show your anger but this was a child in every sense of the word.
“And still doesn’t, remember.” Loki’s voice was detached, but you knew him better than to know that’s how he felt, he just knew that between the two of you he was the one being monitored by the voice in the Tower.
Peter groaned before answering.
“Guys, it’s okay, really. I started doing this almost two year ago on my own, before Mr. Stark even knew about me.”
“Okay, that’s a whole other thing to talk about, but I don’t think we are the best to judge when you started going out and fighting, much less with our perception of human age but you are already a small child anyways.” Loki was nodding along your words, and Peter dragged his hands over his face while sighing. “And okay, but what about after? Why do you come to the Tower so often then? Do any of the others train you?” Norns, you sounded like your own father and Queen Frigga.
“I mean, sometimes when they have time and I do too they spar with me and give me tips. Natasha is the one that helps me the most? But she’s, really busy, and I come here to work on tech projects with Mr. Stark, mostly.” Peter was sitting down now.
You tilt your head, trying to understand what Peter does with the short man.
“He means they work on armor and things like the phone you have and other Midgardian things they use to substitute magic or to get a basic version of some of our own technology.” Loki translated to you and Peter smiled while nodding.
You hummed, while still flipping the stick on your arms and back, launching it to a dummy on the back of the room before talking again.
“What if I offered to train you?”
“What?”
“I could help too.”
Peter’s and Loki’s voices clashed, and when Peter’s brain caught up with what the prince said, turned his head faster than you’ve seen him move before, only to get a small smile and a shrug from the God.
“I don’t have a lot to do while imprisoned here Parker, might as well do something productive and useful. Besides, if my friend here is going to teach you, you will want someone to make sure you learn the proper stances and not whatever they’ve come up with over the years.”
“Hey!”
Peter chuckled at that a little, and twirled his fingers with the string on his pants, pondering the answer to give you.
“I mean, I already have someone who’s willingly training me on a solid schedule, but I would like to complement his training with whatever you could teach me.”
“Is this person the reason you at least know how to stand and throw punches without breaking your fingers?” Loki asked, the amusement both visual on his smirking face and audible on his voice.
“Yes? But the backflips and dodging are mostly me.”
“Yeah I bet.” you whispered, originally thinking only you and Loki would hear it, but when Peter huffed and frowned at you, you were surprised by the realization this enhanced human also had better senses.
Hmmm, whenever you and Loki started training him with magic things will be interesting.
+++
You trained Peter two days a week, one during school days, when he didn’t have to go join Stark and the other during saturday evenings. Whoever was training Peter had fridays scheduled with him, but after some time you started to guess they meet more often than once a week.
Peter was a fast learner, but after a big improvement of his basics you and Loki stopped noticing big chunks of advancement, which was normal, but were highly surprised by Natasha, the Black Widow, joining you both for a lazy dinner one night.
Most of the Avengers were in the Tower that week, so Loki and you had been allowed to go out to the city, being told there were enough of them around to restrict Loki were he to go rogue, so you two were kind of tired that night after coming back. More so when Thor asked to spar right after you entered the common area.
So when Romanoff took a seat in front of Loki and you, you startled a little, being slightly dozing off while slowly eating at your cereal until then. Loki was more conscious, although he just pulled his plate with cookies closer to him while eyeing the spy.
“Relax, I’m not here to take your food or attack you, I just wanna chat.”
“Mmm, no, yeah, that just makes you sound more suspicious.” was Loki’s answer, which was honestly funny because it was nothing but an obvious remark, so you couldn’t help the throaty snort you tried to cover with your hand. Natasha arched an eyebrow at you, but it didn’t feel angry just…amused.
“Fair. Right to the point then: thank you for helping Peter. He’s greatly improved since last time we trained together and when I asked him about it he said you both had a hand in that. And another person he didn’t mention but I’m pretty sure of my guess over who that is, based on the fighting style. But your styles were more present, at least today.” Natasha made a pause on her small speech, probably expecting or allowing either Loki or you to make a comment, but you were too stunned to speak surprised (and slightly embarrassed) to say anything.
She smiled and continued.
“Peter was dragged in with us by Tony, but he's…not really done anything to help him other than toss him an improved suit. Which has done a lot in the sense of offering him protection, Peter himself has told me how much less he’s gotten slashed and stabbed now.” the spy fondly smiled at that, probably remembering the teen saying that in a highly excited voice, one Loki and you have heard before. “Bucky and I try to do our best into teaching him how to fight, because he truly lacked any form of formal training, but well, we are busy with Avengers stuff most of the time, so I’m grateful you both took time and patience to do so.”
With her speech finished, she stood up from the small center table, going to make herself some tea, and you turned slightly to look at Loki, hoping to see an answer on how to proceed, but you saw him with raised eyebrows, surprise written all over his face.
So, you were going to answer then. Great.
“You are most welcomed, Agent Romanoff. It has been a pleasure and fun to train young Peter, not to mention it has given us both more to do around here. He’s a sweetheart and I’m pretty sure he’s gotten everyone here wrapped around his sticky fingers, Loki included.” the last comment was meant to be a playful jab, you bumping shoulders with your friend, but when Loki started talking you realized he wanted to be truthful right then, at least regarding Peter.
“My friend here is right, he’s a delightful young man, and I’m proud of him. From what you are telling us, he’s truly been picking up, and knowing it’s helped keep him safe is all we could truly ask for.”
You could see him slightly blush, faith blue (which after the revelation of his heritage explained that; young you thought it was due his own magic) tainting his cheeks, but you decided against teasing him. This time.
Natasha nodded before taking a sip of her tea, and over thinking the talk was over but feeling comfortable with the silence, you went back to eating your cereal, shaking the box in her direction in a form of question and offering. She shook her head and you shrugged. Loki offered her a seat again, and she took it, and you all spent the next minutes in peace.
You were preparing the usual spicy hot cocoa Loki and you had after particularly odd and long days when Natasha stood up to leave, but before turning a corner and leaving your sight, she spoke once more.
“I will seek you both later to schedule a sparring match. The three of us only, and maybe Barnes if he’s up to it. Would you be okay with it?”
You shrugged and nodded, looking at Loki because really, he was the wild card here.
“Of course! I would appreciate the chance of fighting you under more fair rules, and I’ve heard Rogers and Barnes are both enhanced so it must be interesting.”
With that, the spy softly smiled and left.
Neither Loki nor you brought up all of what had happened into conversation. You both were there and just needed to think a little to understand it. And that you did, while curled up together watching a cooking competition show, Thor arriving and flipping on top of you both, laughing at your groans and playful shoves.
You fell asleep between the two dork royal siblings, content and excited for things to start getting brighter for Loki.
+++
Things indeed started getting a lot better at the Tower after Natasha and Bucky became sparring buddies with you both, Barnes even once going out of his way to ask Loki to spar with him, both using nothing but (training, blunt) knives. Loki was vibrating out of the seat when asked, trying to keep composure because it had been months since he was allowed near even fake knives, only allowing him to use the kitchen ones under supervision (the Tower Voice being said supervision most of the time).
After that the next ones to approach Loki were Rogers and Wilson, and in your case Barton and Banner. Mind you, you mixed some last names on occasions, and forgot their titles still, but you were working on that.
Training Peter was still a given, and Loki was allowed and invited out of the Tower more and more, sometimes Rogers even asking for Loki to glamour them up so they weren’t recognized and could enjoy in complete peace their walks or whatever. Eventually Loki was allowed out on his own with nothing but a tracker he was pissed about wearing but allowed it for his own sanity.
You were allowed out on your own weeks before Loki of course, and used this to walk with Peter a lot, who enjoyed rambling about his city, about places he thought you would enjoy, about things he wanted Loki to try and everything in between, even retelling how he got into thigh fights in some places of the city.
You were currently in an area Peter had called Soho, doing emphasis in how it wasn’t meant to be confused with England’s Soho.
Curious, you had asked if he could show you the place where he trained with Daredevil (whose vigilante name you’ve gotten simply because Natasha had asked Peter one day, just to then tell him that if he ever did something wrong to or with Peter, that he could trust them, to tell any of the members at the Tower. That day it was only Natasha and you training Peter, Loki being out in the city with Barnes and Thor, but you could see Peter tense a little at how the spy said ‘you know Stark cares about you’. You saved that reaction for later, but Peter had just asked how she knew it was Daredevil, and that it was okay, he was surprisingly more soft once he learned Peter’s - Spider-Man’s - age).
Peter seemed to have been thinking about it, but you reassured him it was more out of curiosity than protectiveness nor trying to see if “the place was up to expectation”. A partial lie, but Peter said that Daredevil was very, very protective of his identity, perhaps as much as himself, but how the older vigilante was more aggressive in his approach regarding the secret, while Peter was more of an anxious ball. It made sense to you, really, after all Peter was still a child, and already with a lot on his shoulders.
You nodded, already having made up your mind about dropping the topic, when Peter’s voice sounded again.
“I could take you to the neighborhood it’s in it tho. It’s in an area called Hell’s Kitchen, which is known as Daredevil’s territory, even when, if asked, he’s okay to accompany and help other vigilantes outside of his area, but he doesn’t have a transportation method as fast as myself or Mr. Wilson.”
“I’m not going to lie that the area’s name causes me more questions but if you are comfortable with giving me a tour of said place, and it won’t make Daredevil angry with you, then please, lead the way.”
Peter seemed to light up at how his offer was taken positively, and started to talk about how he had meet Daredevil by accident before meeting Stark, having wandered into his area chasing some guys from Brooklyn, and how the older vigilante didn’t like the idea of Spider-Man being an actual kid, how Peter stayed away from Hell’s Kitchen after that, but reaching out tentatively when the Sokovia Accords were being spoken about, because the few things he could find out about them weren’t good for his “after school activities”, and noticing how Daredevil seemed to deflate, a tired sigh leaving his mouth, and explained to him why they were simultaneously good and bad, the bad having a stronger weight if some things weren’t taken away or properly managed.
Peter continued, you making some questions every then and now to keep Peter on track of the main story. It was fascinating. No one had managed to get a lot of information about the other vigilante who trained Peter because almost no one even knew someone else was training him. And it was obvious how much the kid respected and looked up to the older vigilante, while still making comments and jabs at things he didn’t agree on, but from what you could tell, even when the stories were being told from the teenager’s perspective, it was clear he cared about Peter.
And it picked up your interest.
Every adult you’ve meet on Peter’s life had a slightly different approach when it came to protecting and supporting him, and while some were sure that physically he could protect himself pretty well, others taught him things from a more strategist point of view, or gave him life advice, or just the chance to ramble about his last project (cookies for his aunt, a science project, a tech improvement to his suit) so hearing the kid talk so excited about Daredevil and his friends (whose names he almost slipped several times before coming up with nicknames for them) made you smile fondly at him.
You and Loki were smart, as was Thor (even when he couldn’t figure out most of Loki’s lies and tricks on the first try), when it came to keeping up appearances and reading underlying truths from people’s behaviors, so the three of you were sure that something happened between Stark and Peter that made the later not really trust the metal cladded man as much as apparently others were sure he did. You were also pretty solid on your belief that Natasha knew something was up (if she didn’t already know exactly what), same with older Hawkeye and Barnes but kept appearances for Peter’s sake.
You weren’t going to push anyone to tell you, but you knew this is one of those things that would eventually come into light for you.
In the meantime, the protective nature you had developed over the centuries by being Loki’s best friend urged you to find Daredevil and make sure he was who Peter claimed him to be, that this man of unknown identity to you was a good role model or at least behaved accordingly when around Spider-Man.
So after getting some pastries from a place in The Hell’s Kitchen which Peter seemed to like a lot, eating them in a park and walking some more while talking about the urban art of the neighborhood (the place seemed to really like their vigilante, or at least respect him enough to create murals to honour him) and just about little adventures the kid had with the small horns suited man, you made up your mind.
You were going to start tracking down Daredevil the days you knew Peter wasn’t going to be with him and, if you deemed it necessary…talk with him, to make sure Peter thrived and wasn’t going to get back stabbed (Loki knew a lot about it, after all he learned to do so after being the victim. You also learned about it because eventually you gained some reputation by being the younger prince’s close friend).
That evening you told the Asgardian princes about your plan and while Thor frowned a little at your lack of faith on 'young Peter’s" judgment, he didn’t say anything about stopping you. Loki grinned, and told you how the idea and plan was delightful, supporting you on it and confessing he had been wanting to do the same for a while. Although not as…peaceful as your plan was.
You might have leaned into the taunting and teasing nature the trickster god had by growing up so close to him, but you weren’t as prone to violence and physical encounters as the two brothers. Then again, that’s in comparison to the two of them. According to Barnes, you were still a very energetic being, always up for a fight and a challenge.
So.
It seemed you would be spending some nights around Daredevil’s lair for the next weeks.
You weren’t sure what but something about the idea made you excited, almost vibrating with energy and looking forward to hunting down in Hell’s Kitchen what was obviously it’s territory’s predator.
Let the chase begin.
#loki x platonic reader#peter parker x platonic reader#matt murdock x reader#(although in the future. not in this specific part)#yes im taking advantage of the tag system rn but it makes sense#My Creations#my fics#mcu reader insert#mcu fic#but like. sprinkled with my personal twist of canon <3 as one should#reprise fic#sulfur dioxide and ozone#sulfur dioxide and ozone au#so2+o3#so2+o3 au#gender neutral reader#i would say#non binary reader#but that's a specific one#even when that's how I'm writing it I'm trying to keep it neutral
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
❋ spider-man
❋ iron man
❋ doctor strange
❋ matt murdock
❋ bucky barnes
❋ wade wilson
❋ wanda maximoff
❋ black widow
#platonic x reader#x male reader#spider man x reader#iron man x reader#doctor strange x reader#matt murdock x reader#bucky barnes x reader#wade wilson x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#black widow x reader
17 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
futur3lov3r
Future Lover
dealing-with-disability
Dealing With Disability
insticoo
7orc's reboggles
miniaturedeerfestival
Spiders. Spiders Everywhere.
miniatureenemyprince
Untitled