#ofdcvils

[onehellofalawyer]

@ofdcvils

“Matthew Michael Murdock.” Yes Foggy was middle-naming his best friend and he had on his serious face. “I love you and appreciate all the help but medical professionals have declared me fit to be outta this hospital so I swear to whatever deity that’s listening if you don’t stop hovering like I’m going to collapse any second I may have to punch you in your perfect abs.” he deadpanned, turning to give Matt a raised eyebrow. 

“The wound barely twinges now.” And by ‘barely twinges’ he meant felt like a hot fire poker was hitting him when he turned wrong but he was managing. He was out of bed and walking fine and so grateful to be back in pants, those hospital gowns were not pleasant. “So let’s just get me home and I’ll rest up then it’s back to work tomorrow. You need me in that joint and I’ve already been away too long.”

[nctxromanova]

@ofdcvils

Yelena was in town. Natasha had made a point to see her, but she very much did not want to talk about it. Still, Matt was the only other person in the know on what had occurred, so Natasha felt it appropriate to at least notify him that the woman was in town, if only for his safety. She breezed into his office an hour or so before rehearsal, in her warm up clothes and flats with her dance bag slung over her shoulder. After placing a coffee and bagel in front of him on his desk, she settled into the chair meant for clients, and dropped her bag on the floor. “Matt. Have a free minute?”

[dethitself-blog]

THIS  PLACE  WASN'T  FAMILIAR  TO  HER.     this  wasn't  matthew's  apartment  in  hell's  kitchen...     it  wasn't  his  college  dorm  room.     but  it  was  his,    and  he  had  left  his  mark  here.     the  smell  of  him    ———    still  comforting,    somehow    ———    lingered  even  though  he  wasn't  here.     his  coats  hung  on  hooks.     had  she  really  missed  him  so  much  that  simply  being  in  a  room  where  he  had  been  was  soothing... ?     her  fingers  dragged  along  the  back  of  his  couch,    and  she  moved  QUIETLY  AS  A  WRAITH  in  the  silent  space.     the  heels  of  her  boots  on  the  wood  of  the  floor,    a  whisper - quiet  movement  of  hair  as  dark  curls  that  tumbled  to  her  waist  shifted  across  her  back.     YES,  SHE  HAD  MISSED  HIM.

THE  SOUND  OF  THE  DOOR  UNLOCKING  CAUSED  HER  TO  PAUSE.     her  hand  slipped  back  into  her  coat  pocket,    the  soft  folds  of  her  scarf  covering  the  slender  column  of  her  neck  as  her  head  turned.     she  was  quiet  as  a  shadow,    but  she  knew  it  made  no  difference.     she  could  be  QUIET  AS  THE  GRAVE,    and  matthew  would  still  know  she  was  there.     she  stood  with  feet  firm  on  the  floor,    statue - still  but  for  her  head  tilting  and  a  smirk  blooming  on  her  lips.     ❝    ———    there  you  are,    matthew.     TOOK  YOU  LONG  ENOUGH.    ❞

closed  starter  for  @ofdcvils !

[xclairextemple-blog]

@ofdcvils bC ILY

Claire stepped out of the shower, humming to herself as she snatched her fluffy blue bathrobe off it’s hanger. Tonight was her night off and nothing was going to stop her from sitting back, relaxing, and watching some stupid television. She tied her wet hair up, slid on her slippers, and exited her bathroom, ready to go sink onto her coach and--

“AHH-” 

And there was the bleeding superhero, sitting on her couch, ready to ruin her night. Claire clamped her hand over her own mouth and she cussed. “Matthew Murdock!” She hissed, her hand over hear heart. “You gave me a heart attack!” Claire glowered at him, moving to fumble for her first aid kit. “And I just had to replace the last couch someone decided to come bleed on.” 

[deaelektra-blog]

Hello again. {Matthew & Elektra}

It was Elektra’s first night in Star City after leaving The Hand, looking for a brand new start, but everything was deadly quiet, to be honest she was expecting something a little more… exciting, she just wanted an excuse to fight bad guys and begin with her redemption. The cold air made her feel lonely and vulnerable for a second, but she quickly shook away those thoughts, she made the right decision. Standing on the edge of a rooftop, she heard sounds that could only come from a fight, and with a grin, she ran to the source of the noises, and something immediately caught her attention, a butt she would recognize anytime anywhere. Matthew was surrounded by 8 people, and even though she knew he could handle them, Elektra jumped in just in time to hold a fist from punching her old lover’s face. “Hello, Matthew.”, she said before twisting the man’s arm and pushing him to the wall.

[onehellofalawyer]

@ofdcvils Liked for a starter! :D

It had been a few days since the party from hell and Foggy looked.... like hell. His eyes were both black and puffy enough that seeing out of them was a little more difficult; his nose was taped up and breathing through it wasn’t exactly fun either. In essence he looked like shit but worked needed to be done. Worst of all was the unsettling image, just as flash, of himself looking up during the party to see Matt bearing down on him with a raised fist.

But that’s all it was, maybe Matt was saving him? He wouldn’t hurt him... but that gas had made people do things, he’d been told after, things they’d never normally do and now... his gut wouldn’t stop twisting. He walked into their office and stilled just for a moment when he saw Matt was already there. 

“Hey Buddy,” his voice a little more nasal than usual thanks to his nose, “Getting an early start huh, makes me think I shouldn’t have bothered coming in.” Humour, sarcasm, he could work in those, 

[deaelektra-blog]

{ call → Matthew }

EN: Matthew?

EN: Where are you? Are you alright?

EN: You won't believe what just happened to me.

[felinfetale]

@ofdcvils no reason i just wanted too 

Heels clicked against the wooden floor as she rounded the corner to lean against the open door of his office. In hand was a bag that was worth more than this place’s rent ; her work was always nice to her with her pay, even if it was illegal. Eyes landed on the male and a soft smile moved over her features. It had been a while. People like her normally didn’t have connections, but with MJ and Peter able to take care of themselves, she was okay with knowing people. Though this city was different than New York, she quickly adapted like she had lived her all her life. “Hi. You seem...whats the word? Like you’re in a tough spot. How’s life?”