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Coffee Shop Reds and Blues Series Masterlist!
Matt Murdock
Terrible Morning
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Hey Y'all - I'm heavily on the Daredevil brain rot after the latest Born Again episode so...this is my frist ever attemtped Matt Fic! It's pretty short but let me know if you dig it! My Masterlist!
Synopsis - Y/n thought she was having a terrible morning when she barreled into a handsome lawyer...
fic below cut!
You were having a terrible morning.
It was cold in Hell's Kitchen today, it had been colder lately, and honestly it wasn’t exactly clear if it was the weather or the fact the city you called home was deterimened to ter itself apart. Moving fast as you took notice of the anti-vigilante task force trucks barrelling down the street - it wasn't easy to watch as people you knew were tugged from their stores and homes, harder knowing that nobody lately seemed to give a shit. Fisk had the city in his palm. Fisk was in complete control and the worst part was for the most part, people had no option but to bow their heads and get on with life - just like you right now.
Pulling your jacket more around yourself front as you entered into a convenience store. It was late morning, you hadn't had a coffee and the world just seemed out to get you - alarms hadn't worked, co-workers calling in sick, clothes not being dry, even the shower decided to crap out on you this morning.
"coffee, coffee, coffee-" you murmured under your breath as you rushed through the back of the store in order to get to the machine, in the haste of it all you failed to notice as a cane jutted out from the end of the isle. Before you could even save yourself your foot was caught and you crashed forwards into the machine. You pushed back fast - the straw finally breaking the camels back - "Would you watch where the hell you're going-" you let out in a frenzy, spinning around to give an earful to the asshole that caused the accident only to stop dead in your tracks.
Hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the sight of said 'asshole', a blind guy, who was facing the direction of the angered voice, his mouth aghast.
"Miss I am so sorry-" He began to apologise in a voice that was smooth, steady and unphased by the anger. "NO-No stop-if you say sorry to me, it makes me feel like even more of a prick-" Your voice came out in a rush as you stepped towards the man. "I'm sorry for not watching where I was going." You emphasised, hands on your chest as your heart completely hammered.
The man cleared his throat and let out a bit of a chuckle, "it's totally fine…I am sorry that you weren't watching where you were going." He let out, cheekily. His smirk…it made your lips quirk up in a mirror, and you laughed a bit at the apology. "Could I buy you a coffee or something Mr….uh?" "Murdock…Matt, You can just call me Matt-"
"Murdock as in Murdock and Nelson?" You blurted out, you knew of the lawyers who often helped the community, honestly you were kicking yourself for not recognising the man from all the newspapers you'd seen him on. "Used to be." He exclaimed gently. You nodded a bit before again, realising he couldn't see you, "Ah, Yeah, just…I've seen you in the newspaper…coffee?" you repeated again nervously as Matt smiled still.
He followed you to the machine as you selected two flat whites. He could feel your heart absolutely racing, he could tell you'd had a hell of a morning and how completely frazzled you were. He was completely endeared. "Is everything okay?" he sort of blurted. "Me? Shouldn't I be checking in with you? I completely crashed into you like an ass-" Matt waved his hand as you spoke and before you warned him of it, held his hand out for the coffee in a way that kind of impressed you.
"it's been a week." you answered after retrieving your own cup and instinctively taking Matt's arm to act as a guide back out the store. "thank you for the coffee…I still don’t know your name." he laughed and you sort of cringed, "It's Y/n, sorry I got sidetracked by recognising the hero lawyer from the paper." You explained softly and again, matt's lips quirked. "I don’t know about hero-" "you’re one of a few people in the justice system who still gives a shit about us little people in Hell's Kitchen, so yeah…I'd call you a hero." You spoke over him. Adamantly.
Matt was at a loss, completely hanging on that sentence as his own heart skipped a beat. "Could a hero lawyer take you for dinner sometime?" He asked after a second of thinking about it. You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, thankful Matt couldn't tell...
"I'd like that a lot Mr Murdock..."
Maybe it hadn't been such a terrible morning after all.
Hey Y'all - I'm heavily on the Daredevil brain rot after the latest Born Again episode so...this is my frist ever attemtped Matt Fic! It's pretty short but let me know if you dig it! My Masterlist!
Synopsis - Y/n thought she was having a terrible morning when she barreled into a handsome lawyer...
fic below cut!
You were having a terrible morning.
It was cold in Hell's Kitchen today, it had been colder lately, and honestly it wasn’t exactly clear if it was the weather or the fact the city you called home was deterimened to ter itself apart. Moving fast as you took notice of the anti-vigilante task force trucks barrelling down the street - it wasn't easy to watch as people you knew were tugged from their stores and homes, harder knowing that nobody lately seemed to give a shit. Fisk had the city in his palm. Fisk was in complete control and the worst part was for the most part, people had no option but to bow their heads and get on with life - just like you right now.
Pulling your jacket more around yourself front as you entered into a convenience store. It was late morning, you hadn't had a coffee and the world just seemed out to get you - alarms hadn't worked, co-workers calling in sick, clothes not being dry, even the shower decided to crap out on you this morning.
"coffee, coffee, coffee-" you murmured under your breath as you rushed through the back of the store in order to get to the machine, in the haste of it all you failed to notice as a cane jutted out from the end of the isle. Before you could even save yourself your foot was caught and you crashed forwards into the machine. You pushed back fast - the straw finally breaking the camels back - "Would you watch where the hell you're going-" you let out in a frenzy, spinning around to give an earful to the asshole that caused the accident only to stop dead in your tracks.
Hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the sight of said 'asshole', a blind guy, who was facing the direction of the angered voice, his mouth aghast.
"Miss I am so sorry-" He began to apologise in a voice that was smooth, steady and unphased by the anger. "NO-No stop-if you say sorry to me, it makes me feel like even more of a prick-" Your voice came out in a rush as you stepped towards the man. "I'm sorry for not watching where I was going." You emphasised, hands on your chest as your heart completely hammered.
The man cleared his throat and let out a bit of a chuckle, "it's totally fine…I am sorry that you weren't watching where you were going." He let out, cheekily. His smirk…it made your lips quirk up in a mirror, and you laughed a bit at the apology. "Could I buy you a coffee or something Mr….uh?" "Murdock…Matt, You can just call me Matt-"
"Murdock as in Murdock and Nelson?" You blurted out, you knew of the lawyers who often helped the community, honestly you were kicking yourself for not recognising the man from all the newspapers you'd seen him on. "Used to be." He exclaimed gently. You nodded a bit before again, realising he couldn't see you, "Ah, Yeah, just…I've seen you in the newspaper…coffee?" you repeated again nervously as Matt smiled still.
He followed you to the machine as you selected two flat whites. He could feel your heart absolutely racing, he could tell you'd had a hell of a morning and how completely frazzled you were. He was completely endeared. "Is everything okay?" he sort of blurted. "Me? Shouldn't I be checking in with you? I completely crashed into you like an ass-" Matt waved his hand as you spoke and before you warned him of it, held his hand out for the coffee in a way that kind of impressed you.
"it's been a week." you answered after retrieving your own cup and instinctively taking Matt's arm to act as a guide back out the store. "thank you for the coffee…I still don’t know your name." he laughed and you sort of cringed, "It's Y/n, sorry I got sidetracked by recognising the hero lawyer from the paper." You explained softly and again, matt's lips quirked. "I don’t know about hero-" "you’re one of a few people in the justice system who still gives a shit about us little people in Hell's Kitchen, so yeah…I'd call you a hero." You spoke over him. Adamantly.
Matt was at a loss, completely hanging on that sentence as his own heart skipped a beat. "Could a hero lawyer take you for dinner sometime?" He asked after a second of thinking about it. You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, thankful Matt couldn't tell...
"I'd like that a lot Mr Murdock..."
Maybe it hadn't been such a terrible morning after all.
Coffee Shop Blues and Red FINALE (Peter Parker x F! Reader)
Post NWH - Collage Peter!
Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.
To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!
Two hours. You'd been waiting two hours...and honestly it was past the point of freaking out. You were angry, and you felt guilty over feeling angry, and then you felt worried and guilty that you hadn't felt guilty first off. Two hours, sitting in a silky dress watching the news for updates as your date, quite literally was off saving the world.
"C'mon man!" Peter yelled as he jumped to another building, scorpion jumping after him and slamming his stinger into the bricks making them glow with his green poison. "Let me finish this then araña-" The psycho called back at him. Peter stood on the edge of the building with his hands on his hips. "Now, why would i let you poison me and the people of NYC Gargon?! Logic please-" He sassed back as he webbed the stinger and tried to pull it off. "If you just go to the raft tonight without a fight-maybe you make parole!" He yelped as the scorpion grabbed him by the leg and threw him into the middle of the street. He literally dented the middle of the road. Letting out a pained yell of "IVE GOT A DATE MAN!"
It was midnight when you heard a thud on your window. Forcing it up with a gasp when you saw the state of him. "Get in here-Oh my god Peter you should be at a hospital-" You scolded. He didn't respond he just shushed you. He pulled a battered flower from behind him. "S-Sorry, I missed our date...I have a good reason-" "Scorpion was trying to poison the population of the city with hallucinogenic?" You answered for him. Holding his arms and guiding him to lay on the couch. Hooking the side of his mask and tugging it off. "Tell me what I need to do here Pete-" You begged him.
It took a while but eventually you got the hang of stitching him up, every gash on his chest and arms. Leaving him to get a hot flannel and clean off most of the blood. He looked to you, studying your face as your hand ran back and forth across his chest. "I bet you thought the first time you'd see me shirtless would be more exciting-" He coughed out a laugh. "Who said this isn't exciting?" You let out, voice flatter. He took note of that, "I swear I was on my way-" "I believe you..." He caught your wrist in his hands. "y/n this is sometimes the reality...gimme a day and I'll heal up nice-" "You think this is putting me off?" You laughed for a moment. Leaning down, looking into his eyes, free hand reaching up to push his hair back, eyes tracing his face, staying on his lips for a moment.
"You wanna sleep here?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Ill swing home-" "I have a bed-" "a spare?" He asked softly. "No, I was thinking we just share my bed...so that if you need me...you can y'know just nudge." You chuckled. He took in a sharp breath in a bed with you all night...how was this not playing out the way he wanted it to?!
It didn't take long for peter to fall asleep, however you stayed up, watching him, caressing the side of his face to settle any discomfort as he slept. You'd never seen him up so close...he couldn't sleep...peacefully...always seemed to stir unless your hand was on his chest, anchoring him down a bit. His heart beating as steadily as you figured it could given the circumstances of this evening.
When Peter finally woke up, he was dazed and mildly confused as to why you weren't beside him. "y/n? are you there? Y/n-" he paused when you came around the doorframe. "You snore." You stated with a small chuckle, walking to the bed and laying back down beside him. His hand went to the side of your face and he just stared into your eyes for a while and he smiled at you, making your heart want to burst. "Thank you…I will make it up to you…" He promised. Laughing at the way you rolled your eyes at it. You leaned against his hand, enough to turn to kiss his palm. Making Peter's heart burst a bit. "I want flowers and chocolates-" You teased, and he found enough strength to push himself up on one arm and lean down to you. "Anything you want…you got it." To punctuate he kissed your forehead and just lingered there. "You got a shitty first date huh?" He whispered…mad at himself honestly.
You gave him an old t-shirt to wear and he just used his suit around his waist as trousers. Spending the day with you, laying on the couch. You didn’t complain, not once about having to nurse him. You just did everything you could to make him comfortable. Ending up with your head on his shoulder. "So, where will we go, on this redo first date?" you asked him. He chuckled.
"I know this really good coffee shop."
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Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Four (Peter Parker x F! Reader)
Post NWH - Collage Peter!
Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.
To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!
Peter paced back and forth around his apartment, pondering every outcome of taking you out on a date. He ran his hands through his hair and just let out, a sigh, a massive friggin 'what the hell are you doing Peter?' kind of sigh. Though all he could think about was how happy he was that you even liked him back marginially, he also found that happy thought being replaced by the sight of you getting hurt. By the sight of you bleeding. By the sight of you in his arms bleeding and him knowing it was his fault and he couldnt stop it- He stood still and just looked at his mask, freshly off his head, over his raditor...
"Fuck me..." He whispered, "c'mon parker." He took a deep breath. Dating was hard enough, the looming and ever presant threat of something happening to you, well, that only further complicated matters...
You sat in the middle of your bed staring at a blank word document. Nothing was coming to you, no stories, nothing in the news sparked enough interest to even try and draft something. You closed that tab and instead opened another, google, good ol' google.
You bit your lip before typing 'spider-man sightings'. Staring at the page as it loaded up. most recent sightings no less than an hour ago. It was exceptionally difficult at the moment to really picture that being Peter, you knew it was yet, the idea of him letting himself go through hell daily and still showing up to the damn coffee shop with his bright smile - the fact he was always more conerned by your day than his... It was difficult to fathom someone who had so much good inside their heart. "Jesus Christ...get a grip, it's not that weird...it's not that weird..." You whispered to yourself as you watched a video of Spider-Man stopping a truck with his hands. Biting your lip you reached for your phone, holding it to your ear.
"Hey, HI!" Peter's voice came through the phone, chirpy as he ever was. "A truck hit you tonight-" You informed him as if he didn't know. "That's a really good metaphor for you admitting you like me-" "Peter-" "Seriously that is why you're a writing y/n-" He stopped at your sigh. "I'm alright." He assured you. It took a moment before you found it in you to respond to that. "Yeah-right." You nodded. Pinching the bridge of your nose. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay...I just wanted to make sure you were still...able to take me to dinner."
The weak laugh that came from you made Peter's heart clench. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around, trying to find the right words for any of this. He'd considered this all from his side, but had never considered what it would be like to be interested in someone like him...someone who risked his life, someone who you would never really know if youd see him again...wasn't really anyone's normal.. "Im okay." He spoke softly, "Ive been doing this like...half my life now and im okay...I swear to you, if i wasn't...i'd of stopped by now." He informed you, "Now, worry about what youre gonna wear...I want to see you like...now ideally but I'm willing to wait until tomorrow..." He laughed.
Rose covered your cheeks by the time he was finished talking and you let out a sigh. "Should i wear a dress? how fancy is the place-" "It's like, so fancy." He chuckled. "We're doing this?" You asked. "We are doing this, but you should know, I don't kiss on the first date, I'm not easy-" He joked. "Who told you I want to kiss you?" That made him laugh, harder than he probably should've.
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"Oh Parker...I've never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life."
End Of Part Four - Finale!
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"I wish it was a dream. Oh, mom and dad. I wish it was a dream and my mom and dad are still alive" after being rescued from underneath the rubble to find his parents killed by Israel.
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sorry but I am officially a joel miller apologist. the fireflies knock him out & as soon as he regains consciousness marlene breaks the news to him that ‘yah sorry you’re never going to see your daughter again bc the surgery is lethal. but here’s her knife as a keep sake <3′ i’m sorry marlene but u thought that was going to go over well? you thought the insanely dangerous and firearm proficient man was who obviously bonded to ellie was going to go calmly? she should have sent ten men to escort him out. thirty. she should have just shot him in the head while he was unconscious. but of course she underestimated how much he cared. what he would do for ellie. bc she knew mean gruff self serving survivalist joel not father joel. she didn’t even let joel and ellie say goodbye to each other. was planning on killing ellie without even telling her for an experimental procedure they had no proof would work. didn’t even give joel the option to see her one last time. “would u kill 1 person to save 100?” they didn’t even allow a fourteen year old the agency to answer that question. team joel
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