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“Yes, but really it’s not that bad I can clean myse—”

“I’m on my way.” You said, hanging up as Matt heard the other end click. He tried to say that on second thought he was and could patch himself up just fine, mostly because he felt bad for waking you so late. But you knew his ways, and knew that he would only call if it was something too much for Matt to bare himself.

It didn’t take you long to make it to Matt’s apartment in the dead New York night, and before you even knocked he called out “it’s unlocked.” probably hearing your heartbeat as soon as you came into the building.

You let yourself in and spotted Matt sprawled out on his couch, an old shirt clutched to his abdomen and shreds of tissue scattered under his jaw and along his nose. Your heart faltered at the sight of him so beat up, the shirt that he was holding his abdomen already soaked in blood. “Oh Matt..” you whispered, rushing over to his side.

“It’s not that bad..” he trailed off, making you scoff as you pulled out your kit to patch him up. “Yeah, just a couple more scars to add to the collection.” You said absentmindedly as you sat beside him, beginning to clean up the largest of his wounds.

“More for you to trace over when your bored.” Matt said with a soft smile adorning his face, almost looking sinister mixed with the blood that was dried on his lips. But even without the look on his face, his words caused a rush of heat to flood your face.

“It was one time, Murdock.” You said in a small voice, focusing in on the blood you we’re dabbing away from his gash, hoping he wouldn’t feel the heat raidiating off your face. He did.

“Yeah and it’s still the best sleep you ever had, or so you told Karen.” Matt said confidently, making you look up at him in shock. “You heard that?!” You whisper-shouted, trying to respect his neighbors.

“You do remember who I am right?” Matt quipped, practically able to feel the roll of your eyes.

“Okay Mr. Daredevil, let me get this last few cuts.” You said as you swung one leg over Matt’s torso, straddling him so that you could clean up a cut on his jaw. You were able to swipe at it with an alcohol swab until you felt Matt tense underneath you.

“Everything alright Matty?” You asked, glancing up to him as his breathing shallowed out. He provided a simple nod, unfocused eyes gazing ahead. You brushed it off and dabbed his cut clean, moving up and cleaning up a final cut on his nose.

As you finished up, you realized you could feel Matt’s breath on your lips and now it was your turn to tense up. The feeling of his hands rested calmly on your hips became ever prevalent as you became aware of your compromising position.

“Matt?” You said, barely above a whisper, he merely hummed in response. “You’ve got a little bit of blood right…here” you said quietly, brushing a cloth over his lips gently. You stared down at his pump lips, heart thumping erratically out of your chest.

“Y/n?” Matt called out. “Yeah?” You asked. “Can I…?” He trailed off. “please.” You said so softly if it wasn’t for his abilities he would’ve never heard it. That was all the confirmation he needed, Matt slipped his hand underneath your chin and pulled you in. Pressing his lips to yours, allowing you to taste the metallic sheen from the blood you just cleaned off as all your pent up emotions for Matt poured out into the sweet kiss.

As you pulled away, your smiled wide and rested your forehead against his. “That was overdue.” You said with an exasperated tone, breathless from the kiss. “Long overdue.” Matt said in agreement, pulling you in for another kiss.

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Okay I’m bad at doing short blurbs but I hope this was up to your expectations! Also love that I begged for requests today completely forgetting I had plans, so I wrote this while watching a cheesy horror movie with a twelve year old, good times. Thanks for reading!

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You had just started your shift for tonight, and an undeniable smile grew on your face when Matt walked in. Only he didn’t greet you as he normally does, in fact he made a b-line for the woman you were currently serving and started flirting with her.

Matt stood in front of you, talking up the patron you were serving so boldly you damn near threw the bottle you were pouring at his face. But you didn’t, you just froze. So many thoughts were racing through your head, but the loudest was screaming ‘he hasn't changed, he never will’ over and over again. You finished pouring the customer's drink and quickly ran to the back as tears welled up in your eyes. Josie followed after you, not caring if she left the bar unmanned for a moment. 

Matt noticed you run off, and as soon as he could taste the salt of your tears all the noise in the bar and whatever the girl he was talking to was blabbing about now went silent as he focused in on you. Josie hugged you tight as you cried into her arms, she begged you to tell her what was wrong. 

“You were right.” you sobbed, voice muffled in her sleeveless flannel. “I’m right about a lot of things sweetie, what was I right about this time?” Josie joked, trying to make the moment lighter. “Matt.” you admitted, not daring to look back up at her knowing the eyes she must be giving you; the eyes that say ‘I told you so’. Matt thought he felt his heart stop momentarily when he heard you say his name, he never wanted to be the reason for your tears.

“I- I was going to invite him to stay with me tonight when I closed the bar, just to talk. I thought he had changed, maybe I was different. But then he just goes off and flirts with that girl right in front of my face! Like he wanted me to know he was done with me.” you cried, Josie continuing to hold you close. “I told you he was bad news kid, nothing more than a flirt with a fancy job. I’m still sorry you had to figure that out yourself.” Josie said soothingly, staying with you for a few more minutes before insisting you go home and that she’d take over for the night. You thanked her, and went home.

When Matt heard you slip out the back door, he considered going after you but when Josie walked back out giving him a stink eye so hard he could feel it burning into the side of his skull he just asked for another glass of scotch. To which in response Josie took her sweet time getting for him. This was never Matt’s plan. Okay, it was exactly his plan, but it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. Matt doubted himself, and soon thereafter convinced himself that he wasn’t actually getting anywhere with you and made a last ditch effort to make you want him. He was trying to make you jealous, to make you break and outwardly show how you really feel about him. But when you ran off with tears in your eyes, Matt knew he had made the wrong choice.

You didn’t go to work for the next few nights, wanting to avoid having to see Matt again. Unbeknownst to you Matt wasn’t showing up to the bar either, and the lowlifes of Hell’s Kitchen were receiving some of the harshest beatings in months. It was just your luck that the first night you came back to work was the first night Matt and Foggy returned to Josie’s. As soon as you saw the pair walk in you froze up, Josie noticed and walked over to you, standing in front of you protectively. “You boys aren’t welcome here anymore, find somewhere else to drink.” Josie said bitterly, crossing her arms as she defended you.  

“Nice going Matt, getting us banned from Josie’s of all places. Let’s go.” Foggy said with an angry tone, grabbing Matt’s arm and turning them around. “Wait,” you called out, leaning over to Josie’s ear and whispering: “You don’t need to ban them from the bar, I don’t want you to.” you said softly. “I’ll just. . . go organize liquor in the back or something.” You added, glancing over at Matt and Foggy before excusing yourself to the back room. That’s what you did any time Matty or even Foggy stopped by, busied yourself in the back with organizing stock and cleaning glasses. Hell, the backroom of the bar never looked better. It made for quick closings, you started to be able to lock up the bar by 3am. But even if that was early for closing, it was still dead and dangerous late at night in Hell’s Kitchen.

Walking home after what felt like a particularly eerie night, you could practically feel the hairs sticking up on the back of your neck. So it was no surprise you let out a loud scream when someone pushed you into an alley and held a gun to your head. You sealed your lips as soon as you felt the cold metal of the barrel pressed to your forehead, locking eyes with the ski-masked covered face in front of you.

“All of your money, now.” He demanded lowly, to which you quickly nodded and started fumbling around. However before you could even dig in your pocket to scrounge for whatever money you had on you, the man in front of you was suddenly on the ground of the alleyway. None other than the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen on top of him, seemingly beating him senseless. The man who just attempted to mug you managed to slip out from the devil’s grasp and made a run for it, and surprisingly the devil didn’t go after him. He stood back up, and turned to face you. 

“Daredevil.” you whispered under your breath, mostly in shock. His head twitched, and he walked over to you, slowly and with his arms out in a non-defensive manner. You knew you should feel scared, that you should run, but you didn’t. You stepped closer to the devil, and let him embrace you. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe now, I’m here.” he said softly, reassuringly as he held you close. It should've felt wrong, weird, strange, any or all of the above. But being in his arms felt calming, like you were always meant to be there. You pulled your face out of his chest, but kept the small distance between the two of you. There’s a comfortable silence that settles between the two of you as you study his face, your eyes constantly flicking back to his lips. Clearly, the devil couldn’t help himself either because he was inching closer and closer; and you gave in.

Tilting your head up the slightest bit to connect your lips to his in a sweet kiss, kissing a stranger never felt so right. Your hands left your sides and went to reach up and around his neck, but at the moment something inside the devil clicked and he pulled away. He ran off soon after, knowing he crossed a line. But the devil continued to follow you home every night as the devil, and after a few nights you noticed and called him on it. Not to ask him to stop, but because you wanted to know him better. His presence makes you feel safe, and you tried to ask him about the vigilante life he leads. But his answers were often short and uninformative, leaving you in the dark. Matt knew he never should’ve kissed you, and it was even worse that he was talking to you as the devil. The risk of you recognizing him got higher and higher with each passing night.

One night, after you’ve grown particularly close to the devil, Matt met up with you after you closed as himself. Which startled you since you weren’t expecting him. He didn’t explicitly address what had gone down between the two of you over the last month or so, just opened up with a quick “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? Scaring the shit out of me?” you asked, clasping your hand over your heart as Matt walked out of the dark on the sidewalk next to you. 

“Amongst other things. . .” Matt trailed off. “How’ve you been?” he asked, hearing the key slip out of the lock as you stepped away from the bar’s entrance. 

“I’ve been worse.” you stated simply, looking in his direction. “What about you?” you added.

“I’ve been better.” he chuckled. “Still feeling guilty.” Matt admitted, earning a vague eye roll from you. “I’m sure.” you mumbled, stepping by him as you tried to walk home. But Matt brought his hand to your wrist and stopped you. “I really am sorry, y/n.” he pushed on. You tried to free yourself from his grasp but Matt stood firm. “I’m. . . I’m used to every girl falling at my feet. So when you didn’t salivate at the snap of my fingers I, I admired that about you. But when you still weren’t falling for all the tricks I had up my sleeve, I didn’t know how else to get you.” Matt confessed, his deepest heartaches spilling out.

“You could’ve say, I don’t know, told me how you felt like a normal person and just asked me out?” you said with a piercing tone, his grip on your wrist searing into your skin.

“I had, I never had to do that before. You were so different, I didn’t want to be so plain with you. So I made a stupid last ditch effort, tried to make you jealous.”

“Oh is that what that little show was a few weeks ago?” you cut him off, causing Matt to frown.

“It was stupid, I know. That’s why I’m apologizing now and. . .” Matt said, his mouth going dry at the end of his sentence. 

“. . .and?” you pushed on, now fully facing Matt waiting for him to finally say it.

“And asking you to go out with me tonight.” He blurted out, putting a smile on your face.

“Tonight? I just closed up the bar, it’s 3 in the morning Matt.” You said with a slight laugh.

“Well there’s a 24-hour Denny’s not too far from here, if you’re up for it that is.” Matt offered, his grip on your wrist loosening and dropping to your hand as he grasped it gently.

Agreeing, you and Matt walked to the Denny’s and had a very fun meal together. The most fun out of the few other patrons there at least, you even spotted a few people you had kicked out after last call at the bar trying to sober up. Matt treated you properly, with care. You even started to get that fluttery feeling in your chest when you started to get around him a few months ago, which you more than enjoyed. Finishing up at sometime around 4 in the morning, Matt being the gentleman he is offered to walk you home, which you gladly accepted. You must've been enjoying the time you were spending with Matt and your walk home together because before you knew it you were at your door.

You leaned against your door as Matt’s frame not only towered over you, but was also leaning in. “Tonight was nice.” he said smoothly, one hand resting on your waist. “Yeah, really nice.” you agreed, waiting for Matt to just kiss you already. And as if he was reading your mind he said: “Hmm, I’m gonna kiss you now.” and leaned down to capture your lips in his. The kiss is soft and sweet, the grease of the meal you just shared still evident on your lips. His kiss feels familiar, too familiar. When Matt pulls away, your eyes stay screwed shut in concentration. When you pull him back in, Matt thinks you were begging for more, but you were really trying to pinpoint where you recognized this feeling from. You kissed Matt for a few more moments before pulling away, deciding you needed to sleep on it. You bid him one final goodnight and closed your apartment door behind you, but maybe a minute or so later; it hit you. You swung your door back open and shouted “Matt!” and even if he heard you despite being nearly out of the building and hearing your call, he kept going. Both knowing and fearing you had figured it out.

You thought about confronting Matt the next time you saw him, but decided to give it time. Maybe see if he’d tell you himself. But after your 3rd date, as enamored as you were with Matt, you came to terms that he was never going to admit his secret to you himself. But then there came one night where the devil came to see you again on your way home from another closing shift at work.

“You again.” you said with a mischievous grin. “Was starting to wonder if you’d ever come by again.” you said, walking close to the devil who you knew almost for a fact was also your current romantic endeavor. 

“This’ll be the last time you ever see me, meeting you like this isn’t right.” The devil professed.

“Okay.” you agreed rather quickly “Guess I better not get mugged again.” You joked, watching the devil turn around as a smile almost dawned his face. “Yeah, be on the lookout.” he banterd back as he began to walk away. “Hey Matt?” you called out to the devil, making him turn back around to you in response which allowed for a shit eating grin to adorn your face. You knew who he was now, there was no use in denying it. You stood silently, waiting for him to realize what he had done. Once he started to sputter out words and excuses you walked back up to him and kissed him sweetly as you said “See you Saturday.” referring to your next date. As you were walking away, leaving Matt dumbfounded on the sidewalk out front of Josie’s you said “Don’t be late Murdock!” with a teasing tone. Allowing for a smile to join Matt’s expression, knowing he was in for it.

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A/N

Yay!! End of my first multi-part Matt Murdock story!! And right after Spiderman No Way Home: the more fun stuff version just came out as well. I’ll be seeing TMFSV on Tuesday, and hopefully finally get some more content of Matt in NWH so I have more witting inspiration <3 because… I am now out of queued and pre-written stories! Hey at least they all lasted me through camp and even September. Love you all and hope you enjoyed this story!!

Much Love,

Maybe he was prepping you to kill and eat you, like some psycho cannibal. He was insisting you eat all of these exotic and cultural foods all the time, wanting you to taste the history of the world. Some dishes he even had to make himself because he said the recipes were too ‘ancient’. Druig could cook, he was very handy around your apartment to the point you never needed to call your super anymore, and incredibly loving, it was almost like he could read your mind.

But you were convinced it was bound to crash and burn soon, nothing this good every lasted this long for you. It just wasn’t in the stars. You became distant with Druig, even passive aggressive at times.

“Tell me dear, what do we feel like for dinner tonight?” Druig asked with a cheery tone, despite you being dismissive of him all day. He was good like that.

“I’m not hungry.” You said, not looking up from the book in your lap.

“Not hungry? What do you mean you’re not hungry!” Druig said with an exaggerated tone, closing the cupboard and making his way over to you on the couch. “It means I’m not hungry, Dru.” You stated plainly, still not meeting his eyes.

“Dove, you haven’t eaten all day.” Druig said, tone softening up. “It’s whatever.” You said dismissively. “It’s not whatever y/n, you need to eat.” Druig spoke firmly. “I’m fine, just leave me alone!” You snapped, facing Druig’s soft expression with your brash one, tears welled yo in your eyes. Druig maintained eye contact, and placed his hand over yours across the couch.

“You’re not fine, y/n.” He said solemnly. “What’s wrong? Please, you can tell me.” He furthered on. There was something about the softness in his voice and the comfort of his hand holding yours that just caused you to break. How did he always know?

“We’re not gonna last.” You cried, leaning over and crying into Druig chest as he wrapped you in his embrace.

“What do you mean?” Druig asked softly, running a hand through your hair.

“You’re too perfect” you sobbed, almost making Druig laugh at your admittance. “Well, thank you. But I don’t think that’s any reason for us not to be together.”

“No no, it’s been too long. Something’s gonna go wrong.”

“You think six months is a long time?” Druig bantered. “Is something bound to go wrong after six months or something?” He asked.

“It’s never lasted this long I, I’ve never been in a relationship this long. There’s always something wrong, every guy I meet, they’re always crazy, or manipulative, or something like that. I never thought relationships were meant to last for me…” you explained quietly, wiping away your tears.

“Y/n…” Druig trailed off.

“Until you.” You said boldly, now finally looking up to meet Druig’s eyes. “You sure there’s no crazy secret you’re hiding? No outrageous powers? Because otherwise I’m thinking you may just be it.” You said with a smile, gently caressing his jaw and you looked at him with nothing but admiration in your eyes.

“Well, now that you mention it…” Druig said sheepishly, getting ready to tell you in for a world of shock.

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Hehehe I thought that’d be a cute little funny cliffhanger to end on, hope you all enjoyed this clear example of Skyler being unable to write short blurbs once again.

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