Frank, While Literally Being Tackled By A Police Dog: What’s His Name?

Peter got caught in an alley by a crime after frantically changing out of his suit and was brought into court as a witness.

Matt Murdock listening to this child’s perfectly normal heartbeat as he pretends to cry and lies under oath: wtf

Matt bumping into Peter again in an coffee shop and hearing his heart sound like it’s about to explode when he tries to tell the barrister that his order was wrong.

daredevil season 3

please do not ask me what my plans for the future are, im quite literally still not convinced that i am even a real person

I was the fratt headcanon anon — “for the sake of not letting this get out of hand…” it’s sleepover Saturday girly (gn)!!! get out of hand!!!!! (aka i love your headcanons and will hear as many as you’d like to share haha. your last one warmed my heart)

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Well, in that case … Have another one!

Once Frank notices that Matt tends to fall asleep on his couch a lot, he makes it a habit to occupy said couch and sleep there himself. So Matt will have to drag himself to his bed and get better sleep. Lawyers by day and vigilantes by night need good sleep, after all. Otherwise they become a danger to others and to themselves.

Of course Matt catches on. That's when he starts to wake Frank up and drag him to bed with him. Because Frank, too, deserves some good sleep.

("Am a marine, Red," Frank grunts, sleep-drunk, "'ould probably sleep better on the floor anyway.")

(Matt won't have it. His bed is big enough.)

The Daredevil costume was fucking itchy.

It was also tight, Dex grunting as he moved, the fabric scraping against some bruises on his ribs as he sat up on the roof, watching the building.

A heavy pair of footsteps appeared behind him before they scraped to a stop and Dex turned around, ready to ask what the hell the person was staring at before he stopped as well.

The Punisher was standing right behind him.

He looked every bit as intimidating as the media portrayed him. Buzzed hair with dark eyes that seemed to pierce into Dex. That white skull emblazoned onto his clothing, subtle.

Dex stood, The Punisher eyed him, like he was examining him over. The other man’s jaw clenched. Dex thought Fisk had mentioned something about Daredevil and Punisher having fought together, he nodded to him,

“Hello”

“Hey again” Punisher said, those dark eyes still staring into him. Dex speaking again,

“What brings you around here, Punisher?” he asks, “Kitchen’s my turf”

The brick of the roof colliding with Dex’s back knocks the wind out of him, for such a large man, he didn’t expect the other to move that fast.

“Where’s Red?”

“Pardon?” Dex coughs up and Punisher chuckles, a dry and sarcastic noise as he has Dex pinned,

“You think I haven’t heard? About you killing folks? Red doesn’t do that, would never fucking do that, you aren’t him…he doesn’t fucking call me by that name”

Dex internally cusses. Apparently the Punisher and Daredevil were closer than he thought, it’s obvious as the former leans down to snarl in his ear, voice dripping with barely restrained fury,

“I’ll ask again, where’s my Red?”

may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.

Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess

Clint: Why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult??? That’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could say to me?? Call me pretty boy. Tell me I’m the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

Kate to Natasha over the phone: Yeah, he’s awake. No, the meds have not worn off yet.

Kate: And yes I’m recording.

Clint: I want Bucky to call me pretty.

Kate: OKAY-