Giselle "Ellie" Mancini was supposed to be invisible - a well-dressed ghost in Wilson Fisk's empire, a silent asset with a dangerous lineage and secrets buried deeper than Hell's Kitchen's foundations. But when a deal goes sideways and she's sent to Nelson & Murdock on a mission she didn't ask for, her carefully constructed detachment begins to fracture. Especially under the watchful gaze of Matt Murdock - the blind lawyer who sees more than most.
As loyalties blur and old wounds reopen, Ellie finds herself caught between the family she was born into, the man she works for, and the vigilante she never meant to fall for. With lies piling up and the city at war, how long can she keep her past buried… before it burns everything down?
This story follows the Netflix Daredevil timeline, starting from season one, episode one, with my own little added twists. So obviously, the only characters I own are Giselle "Ellie" Mancini and her very messy family.
Warnings for this story: 18+, so minors please stay away. cannon level violence, Smut (It's Matthew "manslut" Murdock), Angst (Like so much angst), Fluff, terrible translations, and Matt Murdock.
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Okay so like… Hypothetically if I were writing a Matt Murdock fanfic would anyone be interest in reading it on Tumblr. It’s not an XReader the love interest is an OC of mine.
did i miss something or do we still not have a genuine explanation as to how fisk got out of prison after daredevil season 3. like i guess we’re meant to assume it was the blip but still… so weird that they never clarified that 😭
This is so random but I did research this and he used the blip to his advantage. He took advantage of the chaos that was happening and got himself and Vanessa out.
OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD spoilers below the cut because wtf
Okay bro this episode holy shit. I don’t think I stopped saying “holy fuck” the entire way throughhhh.
For one thank god Poindexter is back I was kinda concerned her wouldn’t be. That prison escape just felt so well done to me. And also this episode is giving season 2 of Daredevil (The OG) in like all of the best ways possible.
I loved Heather until this episode because it kinda just felt like she was pushing Matt’s concern under the rug but that could just be me. Matt’s also back to being a dick to his friends and I am so here for it.
Jacques Duquesne. That’s it. Just him. I’m so glad he’s here.
AND THAT ENDING. WHAT WAS THAT ENDING?! IS FOGGY ALIVE?! AM I BEING DELULU?! (yes.)
On a much more serious note I’ve been trying to avoid talking about the show on Tumblr cause I’ve been trying to wait until the show was over to give my opinion but fuck it. This episode was a rollercoaster. I love this show. I think it’s the best one Marvel has put out since Wandavision. (Which also isn’t saying much because I love all of the shows but Ms. Marvel.)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 678
Summary: No matter your subtlety, your actions don’t go unnoticed by Steve.
Warnings: AU. Soft mobster!Steve. Boss/employee relationship. Newly established relationship. Reference to being touch starved. Fluff. Not a lot of dialogue, oops.
A/N: Just a small dose of happy sweetness for our Gentle Soul babies 🥰
It wasn’t so much a startling discovery as a surprising one…
The fact that Steve was touch starved.
Given that you wanted to climb him like a tree every opportunity that you got, it had never crossed your mind that it may have been a while since Steve experienced any real intimacy.
You’d had stray thoughts in the past, much earlier in your employment with him, that he didn’t seem to have many friends, at least not ones who frequented his home.
But now that you were in the early stages of your relationship and had a front row seat to Steve and his existence, well, it was obvious that this big, beautiful man was aching for touch and affection.
So obviously you needed to step up and make it right.
But you didn’t want to be showy about it. You didn’t want to bring up the subject to Steve and possibly make him uncomfortable or embarrassed.
You would just amp up your physical touch and affection.
It certainly wouldn’t be a hardship for you. Any excuse to touch the living, breathing Greek god who was now a fixture in your life.
So you started with little things…
Like when you were cleaning his home office and he was occupying his desk, you’d make a detour to him and linger close for a moment, smoothing your hands along his broad shoulders and giving him a smile and a kiss to his cheek when he glanced up at you with that warm gaze of his.
Or how once you were done for the day and found him checking the mail in the entryway, you’d move close and hug him from behind, resting your cheek against his muscular back and feeling the way his big, strong body melted against you as he let loose the softest sight.
In the mornings when you served him his breakfast (which you still insisted on doing even though he told you you didn’t need to), you’d be sure to take a moment to play with his hair. And the way you had to bite back a laugh when he literally started to purr like a cat when your fingers weaved through the soft, golden strands.
Anytime you sat together at night or on the weekend, you snuggled as close to him as humanly possible. Hugging his arm and resting your cheek on his bicep, smiling and stealing a kiss when you caught his gaze on you, which is often.
Sometimes, you thought perhaps he was on to you. The way his eyes would linger on you, shining with something you couldn’t quite place, made your belly flutter and swoop and a warm heat wash over you each and every time.
And on those nights when Steve was extra quiet as you curled up together in bed, seemingly in his head–likely ruminating on something work related, something unpleasant–and you could tell he needed to be soothed more than ever, you’d hop to.
You’d disrupt his spooning of you from behind so that you could roll over onto your other side, press close, and hug him tight like a human barnacle as you snuffled against the crook of his neck, which never failed to earn one of his quiet laughs.
Weeks after your discovery, although you still hadn’t said a thing about Steve’s getting-better-by-the-day touch starved state, he finally confirmed your suspicions, that he was just as observant as you and of course registered the way you had amped up your touch and affection as of late.
One night, when you were just on the edge of sleep, clinging to Steve and letting the strong rhythm of his heartbeat lull you closer and closer to the Land of ZZzzZzzZZ, he kissed the crown of your head, murmuring quietly against you, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, knowing exactly what he was thanking you for as you shimmied closer and fell asleep with a small smile curling your lips and your heart glowing with happiness at Steve’s appreciation for you and your sweet, touching effort.
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