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i need a weird obsessive crazy boyfriend in my life
imagine! dex realising your a vigilante
second person, reader has obsessive tendencies, reader has some issues, mutual obsession, takes place during season three, both reader and dex work for fisk.
You were like a disease. You were everywhere in his life.
You were Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter’s partner at the FBI. And you considered each other to be semi-decently good friends. Countless coffees, (beer makes you both anxious), countless crashing at each other’s place (mainly yours) and countless covering for each other.
And when you two were together he noticed everything about you. The way you cover your mouth when you laugh. The tattoo just above your ankle when your pants rode up. The way you purse your lips when someone pokes fun at you. But he somehow never noticed the fact you were a vigilante. Or maybe he did, and chose to ignore it. If you got to be your true self, all by putting on a mask, why should he judge?
But that all changed when he started working for Wilson Fisk. He was in more and more danger every day. And you always swooped in to save his ass. Even though you didn’t need to. You knew his abilities. But you still felt obligated to it.
After a good three-ish attempts of ‘saving Dex’ from the cops, Daredevil or literally anything, Mr Fisk decided he could use your infatuation with Dex to his advantage.
He found out your identity. Threatened you. Threatened your family. Threatened Dex.
You work for Fisk now.
You and Dex were a team once again.
But you’d never reveal your identity to him. And Fisk kept his word. Work for him, keep your identity. You were far too awkward and socially ‘weird’ on your own. Under the mask, you were cool, could fight off three guys at once, and would never trip over your own feet in front of Dex. All things the regular you are and were not.
You knew your childish crush was stupid — but it wasn’t a crush anymore. It was a fixation. An obsession. You loved him. Loved him more than life itself. Needed him more than oxygen. And craved his touch more than you had craved anything at all.
You knew everything about him. You may have even broken into his apartment once and listened to all his therapy tapes with Dr Mercer. But he didn’t need to know that. He was broken. So were you. Your broken pieces could fit together perfectly — well thats what you always thought. No matter how many casualties he could cause on a case, you’d be the other side of a desk defending his honour. It was obvious really, to everyone but him at least. You felt like a teenager, writing in your stupid diary every day about a man who wouldn’t even look at you twice romantically. Even at get togethers that were after-hours with all the FBI and their partners where you’d wear a too-short-of-a-dress or a
too-low-cut-of-a-top, not even a single glance down was given by him. That wasn’t out of discomfort or disinterest, he just thought after things went with Julie, he better not mess things up with the only person he has left.
Fisk knew this, he’d would’ve gotten rid of you soon if it weren’t for your skills.
Thank fuck you had them, or Dex’s own fixation on you would’ve cost your life.
Well, one mission went wrong. You were in trouble. Your ankle was nearly sliced off. Fuck — that hurt.
You’re in the back of an FBI van, Agent Nadeem driving. Off back to the precinct. You lift up your trouser leg, and you go to stitch yourself up. Dex is watching you. He’s always watching you. He’d grown to enjoy your company — well the company of whoever was under the mask. He felt he could be himself around you. You guided him in a time where he had no North Star.
“What’s that on your leg, V/N?” He says, practically scanning you.
“Nothing. Just a scratch.” You say arrogantly, huh, as if. You were on the verge of tears out of pain. But he didn’t need to know that. Speaking of Dex — he’s walking towards you and pulls off your mask. Bingo. He knew he recognised you. “Knew i fucking recognised that.”
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the walk omfg guys im tweaking so hard over this man he literally walks like its heavy omg
imagine! reader stitching dex up
second person, repost, slight angst if you squint, mix of angst and fluff, can be perceived as established relationship, can also be perceived as unestablished relationship
You’re sat across next to him, chair pulled up beside him. Your soft fingers against his bloody skin. He flinches. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this.” He rasps, tilting his face away, but you just bring it back towards you. “I can’t just…” You look down.
“Can’t just what?” Dex says, lifting your face up to look at him with his calloused, bloody, index finger. “Can’t just let you rot on your own.” Your pupils are dilated. Your breathing hitches. And most importantly he notices.
matt finding out fem!lawyer!reader is working with and dating dex.
hurt, little bit of angst, small fluff between reader and dex, slight hints to reader being as crazy as dex, i can’t write action, second perspective, slight matt’s perspective/thoughts, not proofread.
Ever since you landed your job at Murdock and McDuffie, you had been checked out. It had only been getting worse and worse. You’d lash out at clients who you deemed ‘unworthy of your legal help’. You were constantly late and were coming in with bruises and cuts. Kirsten and Matt tried to help — an abusive relationship maybe, drugs or alcohol even? Matt helped to regulate your little outbursts in public and Kirsten offered you see her good friend Dr. Heather Glenn. You said “Sure! I’ll give it ago.” Writing down her number — you never called it.
Matt knew about your past. You had previously worked for Fisk, even if it was completely wiped from any file regarding you. He had figured it out from his previous days of being Daredevil.
One day you stopped showing up to work. Coincidentally you stopped showing up to work around the time Ben Poindexter broke out of jail.
Had something happened to you?
Had Dex gone after you?
Matt had to know.
He knocks calmly on apartment seven — the home of a sweet older woman who knew you well.
“Hello? Is there something i can help you with?” She ever-so-kindly says to Matt.
“Have you seen Miss L/N recently. You see, i work with her and she’s not come in for a few days. Have you heard from her at all?”
“Oh, she’s skipped town with her man-friend. Its so upsetting, she used to walk my dog sometimes. Anyway; Did she not say anything?”
“Man-friend? Could you elaborate?”
From as far as he could tell, you were far too anxious to be seeing someone.
It must’ve been one of Fisk’s men.
“I’m sure he was her boyfriend. They seemed very much in love. He was tall, had a thick scar on his cheek. Freak car accident he said.”
Well — Matt only knows one man with a scar on his cheek. Poindexter.
“Hmm. Okay. Thank you! Have a wonderful day. I ought to get back to work.”
Fuck. Poindexter had gone after her.
“Karen. He took her. I don’t know what her neighbour saw but there’s no way she would’ve gone with Poindexter willingly. I know her.”
“Maybe you don’t know her as well as you think. Come on, Matt. ‘Very in love’. That doesn’t sound very, ‘taken against my will-ish.’ Does it?” The blonde takes a second to lick her lips as she thinks for a moment. “What if she’s been working for Fisk this whole time?” Matt scoffs, finding the whole idea audacious.
“Bullshit. Poindexter hates Fisk. There’s no way.”
“Well, who knows.”
“I need to know. She could be dead for all i know. I’m going to track down Bullseye and figure it out. Yes she’s worked with Fisk before but she’s on our side.”
And that was that. Matt was going to find you. Him and Kirsten didn’t even know you that well. But it’s the principal. Foggy would’ve wanted him to find you. Yeah. For Foggy. And to do it to spite that damn bastard Poindexter!
If only he knew.
Matt was above your apartment. Listening. Waiting. He could hear you stitching up your own wounds. What had Poindexter been doing to you? Then the door opens. The front door. “Honey, i’m home.” It was him. Also — Honey? What was that about? Matt was utterly confused when he could distinctly hear you walk up to him and kiss him. You gently pressed your lips to his, as if he were to break if you kissed any harder. He loved that you can be so brutal yet so gentle with him.
He could be vulnerable with you.
You were his North Star.
“You sound so all-american-white-picket-fence when you say that.” You laugh softly, kissing him again. “So how was it? How much task force did you take out earlier?”
“Around twelve.” Matt could hear the smirk in his voice. “You ready for our big night?”
Killing Fisk.
Fuck. You were in on it too.
He can’t handle it anymore.
He flies through the window and just stands there. Dex goes into full fight mode and before he can do anything he looks at you. He always looked at you like it was gonna be his last.
“I’m not here for you.” Matt — no. Daredevil, exclaims while pointing at Dex. “I’m here for her.”
“Like hell you are.”
“How could you do this? To kill. To work with Bullseye. How could you do it? He killed him!” That him, was Foggy. And you knew it. Although you had joined Murdock and McDuffie after Foggy had passed, you still knew about it. Hell, you even attended the fucking trial. Although, you weren’t there for Foggy. You were there for Dex.
“Matt— honestly just let me explain. It runs deeper than Foggy—“
“Don’t say his name!” He shouts.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that. We understand each other. We were built for each other. And if you’re here to kill her — you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“Both of you! Stop.”
“Matt. I’m sorry. I really am. But you won’t understand. You can’t understand. Another thing you won’t understand is how we’re gonna end this for once and for all.”
“We’re gonna kill the Kingpin.”
“And his bitch.” Dex adds on.
“Like hell you are—“
You all start to fight; it’s not fair really. A two versus one? Not fair one bit. But you had one priority. Kill the Kingpin.
You two had gotten away from the fight, and it was time for you two to finish was Fisk had started a long long time ago which Matt never could do.