about me: u can call me vee! im really into marvel and sitcoms and all that. mostly the series side of the mcu because i find them a bit more interesting. obviously i like the daredevil shows, jessica jones, the punisher, etc. and i also write because i like sharing ideas that i get and i hope you guys enjoy them too!
who i do write for: im literally so open minded i will write for anyone from any fandom. but the basics are benjamin poindexter, frank castle, matt murdock, bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, natasha romanoff, and peter parker. but like i said, just give a request and i’ll probably do it. ( also i’ve never written in depth smut before but..i might. )
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also, i don’t tolerate hate on my page. i will block if you get rude with my work! anyways, besides that, happy reading and always feel free to leave a request. i’m open to everything and this is a safe space :)!
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thank you for the tag! also i obviously didn’t put a show for jessica because her name is the show. also idk why my brain goes blank when it’s time to think of things like this..
Can we get your Matt Murdock headcannons? Thank you!
── ❝ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❞ ──
warnings: none i think! just matt murdock being the perfect man.
- matt murdock would show up to your window as the man in the mask when he’s hurt..just to get an excuse to see you. ( he literally could’ve done it himself. it was just a scratch. ) he’d try and slyly ask about your love life just to see if you’d talk about his alter ego. and if you did..well let’s just say he’d bite his cheeks to not let that shit-eating grin out.
- matt murdock would use his blindness as an excuse to get close to you. purposely brushing his fingers against yours, standing a little too close, or even briefly putting a hand on your waist to move past you. all this to just listen to the way your heart jumped every time he came close.
- matt murdock would leave flowers on your desk as a small test. if you immediately come to him asking if he left them, he’ll know that you like him too. why else would you ask him of all people?
- matt murdock would put both hands on your cheeks to get a feel of your face when he finally kisses you. his hands would travel to your hips, trying to map out your body and try to get a feel for what you really look like. he’d also be a sucker for neck kisses. ( he loves the feeling of your lips on his skin. )
- matt murdock’s a sucker for physical touch if that wasn’t obvious. but he also likes showing his love by giving gifts. whether it’s randomly showing up with flowers or your favorite food. or asking karen if you’ve talked to her about anything you really want just so he could be the one to get it for you.
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when i’m not being honest, i pretend that you were just some lover
───── ❝ LOVE IS A LASERQUEST ❞ ─────
summary: dex had been convicted to life in prison for the murder of foggy nelson and countless other crimes. however, before the murder, he had a girlfriend. you. you were there every time he came home from a job, every time he needed someone to patch him up, or if he just needed to break down. that’s why he never understood why you never came to visit him when he was convicted. but he was gonna find out tonight.
warnings: dex x fem!reader, angst, no use of y/n , crying, dex raising his voice, no happy ending, “ almost “ kisses, angry dex, sad dex, cussing, yelling, use of pet name ‘baby’, angst angst angst. ( let me know if i missed any. also, this is my first time writing..pls don’t flame me. )
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benjamin poindexter was your ex-boyfriend.
or atleast that’s what you came to terms with.
every since he was convicted to life in prison for the murder if foggy nelson, you hadn’t gone to see him. not once. you didn’t sit in the crowd when he obviously didn’t give to shits about the crimes the judge listed for him, you didn’t sit in front of him while his hands were covered and chained while telling him he was gonna be okay. you didn’t do any of that. you simply just stayed away, slowly fading from his life as if you were never there.
it was hard for you. going from waking up to him kissing your neck and telling you how much he loves you, to waking up alone in bed. the gold necklace around your neck that held a “d” initialed pendant didn’t help the cause either.
you felt like a fraud for still wearing it even when you walked out of his life. but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him. and that felt shitty after telling him numerous times that you’d always be there.
but nonetheless, you managed to convince yourself to move on. boring nights in your apartment soon turned into drunk nights at a club or a bar.
dex on the other hand, was furious.
not with you. never you. but with himself. he couldn’t believe that he did the one thing he swore he’d never do. he had pushed you away.
the first few days after being apprehended, dex hopelessly waited for the guards to come to his cell and alert him that he had a visitor. they never did. he also looked for your face in the crowd of people that stood in the court room every new day of his trial. he never found it.
he didn’t understand at first. dex thought you maybe just needed space to collect your thoughts. you always did that every time you guys had an argument. but he soon realized it was far worse than that when days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months.
the poor guy knew he had to get out. he had to find you and just know for himself..amongst other things to take care of.
for now, dex focused on finding a way out to get to you.
you were giggling in the back of a taxi with two of your girl-friends. all three of you were wearing small dresses and heels, having just gotten your fill of drinks at a bar. they were more drunk than you were, slung over each other with their hair messy and their curls already fading.
“hey, that’s not fair!” one of the girls, macy, hiccuped while laughing. “we made you promise you’d go home with a dude and you’re with us instead!”
nadine, the girl in the middle, nodded enthusiastically. “exactly! come on, girl. when are you gonna find someone? it’s been, like, a year since you left that one guy.” she rolled her eyes at the thought of dex.
you only shrugged with a small smile tugging at your lips. “no one caught my eye. besides, i got free drinks so that’s a plus for tonight i guess.”
the car came to a halt and the driver watched ahead as he waited for you to get out. macy and nadine blew sloppy kiss at you in between giggles.
“we’ll see you again this weekend, right?” nadine asked while batting her eyelashes. “gives you a couple days to regain your strengths.”
“oh, and we’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer!” macy added with a mock serious expression.
you got out of the car, stumbling slightly when getting back on your feet. “yes, i’ll see you guys this weekend. try not to fall out of the cab!” you said, shutting the door closed and waving as the driver drove off.
the cool air from the lobby of your apartment building hit you like a truck. it sobered you up and managed to give you a growing headache. you made it to the elevator and soon to your front door after leaning on the wall for help, trying to ignore the constant ache in your feet.
once fishing your keys out of your small purse and unlocking your door, a scent that you thought you’d never smell again crawled up your nostrils.
your brows furrowed and you locked the door behind you. stepping into your living room, your breath hitched when benjamin poindexter was staring out your window.
slowly turning around, his expression softened almost imperceptibly. he was turning a quarter through his knuckles.
dex’s hair was messy, the scar along his cheek shining in the moonlight slightly. the tired lines around his eyes were harsher. his shoulders were broader, biceps more visible than they used to be. he had bulked up in jail and somehow looked taller.
“was waiting for you.” he croaked out before clearing his throat. “now and before.”
“dex.” you managed to breathe out. “wh..what are you doing here? i thought—“
“you thought i was still rotting in that cell?” he cut you off, voice a bit more prominent. “or you thought someone had finally gotten to me in prison? see, now, you wouldn’t know that. you’d think that. but you wouldn’t know.” dex clenched his jaw for a moment. “you know why? because you never came.”
you swallowed harshly, trying to stand your ground in front of him like you had many times before. “that’s not fair, dex. i wanted to.” a small, heavy breath escaped you as the fear finally drew from your chest. “but how could i? why visit you?”
his brows furrowed for a moment and he let out a breathless chuckle that was anything but humorous. “why visit me?” he repeated and looked at a certain point in the wall before drifting his attention back to you. “because i was your boyfriend. because i was the guy who protected you from everything.”
“and you’re also the guy who decided to put himself first when he promised he wouldn’t ever do that.” the words fell in between you two and he stilled. “you put that stupid job before me. before us. instead of coming back, you took it. and for what? to prove yourself?”
“to come back to you.” he said a bit louder.
you shook your head with a scoff. “you didn’t. you ended up right where i always warned you about. you got taken, locked up, convicted—“
“and you weren’t there!” dex finally broke. his eyes were glossy and the words died on your tongue immediately.
he never raised his voice at you. not once in your entire relationship.
“you weren’t there. even when you promised you’d be.” he strictly said. “you can’t even say you didn’t promise because you did. it’s right there.” dex took a step closer, gaze dropping to the necklace you wore. “you still wear it. as if you deserve to.”
you pressed your lips together. “stop it. don’t do that.”
“don’t do what? tell you the truth?” his eyes met yours again, your name dropping from his lips like a curse before he spoke again. “what about all those times you held me after i came back beat from a job? all those promises and sweet nothings? were you just lying?” dex’s voice grew quieter at the last question.
“no.” you shake your head, expression softening. “dex, never. i never lied to you about that.”
“then why didn’t you come?” he whispered. “baby, i waited. i waited for so long and you never showed up.” dex took a step back, his gaze never leaving yours. “i thought something happened to you..but then i realize you just gave up.”
tears welled in your eyes at his words and you ran a hand through your hair. “what else was i supposed to do?” your voice wavered. “come visit you everyday for the rest of my life? that was never gonna work. we were done the second you took the shot.”
“is that the bullshit you’ve been feeding yourself?” he scoffed loudly. “anything would’ve worked with us. if you had just visited once. once for my sanity..then i would’ve told you to move on.”
your face fell and your gaze moved to the floor.
“i would’ve felt better knowing you were living your life and that you were okay. that would’ve been a thousand times better than sitting in a concrete box, wondering what happened to you.” he took a step closer and his hand made its way to your cheek, gently forcing you to look at him again.
“i’m sorry.” you quietly said.
“i know.” he nodded, leaning in so his lips were practically ghosting over yours. “but that’s not enough.”
your eyes closed for a brief second when he pulled away. you could feel his lips on yours just by the way he leaned in. the way he touched you like he used to.
“dex. please.”
he was now a few feet away from you, hands in his pockets. “you know i still love you. i know you do. that’s why i’m gonna give you want you want, baby. just like i always did.” dex looked at the window and then back at you. “i’ll go. just go back to forgetting about me, okay?”
a few tears had made their way down your cheeks and you shook your head. “please don’t do this. i love you too. don’t go.”
he was already out the door.
mascara tinted your under eyes and the only thing you could feel was the cold air brushing into your apartment, followed by the nagging feeling in your chest.
dex was gone, and by his words, you could tell he wasn’t gonna come back.
