#matt murdock series

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the croissants

buttercup, chapter one

a/n: i was actually working on something else, but then one night i got the desperate need to rewatch daredevil yet again and then this just kinda accidentally tumbled out. oopsi i guess.

summary: he offered you a polite smile that sent a swarm of butterflies soaring within your belly, a sensation that you hadn��t felt in ages, “welcome to the building,” he added as he tugged his door open.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, moving, lowkey love at first sight (for reader)

word count: 2415

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“Do you wanna make the call or would you like me to do it?” 

Turning to look at the robust and inked visage of your uncle, your face crinkled up slightly as you asked in a hesitant tone, “…would you mind doing it? Please?”

“Sure, hon,” Howard nodded before blinking down at his phone and dialling the number, “what kind? Margherita?”

“Yeah, and with some arugula on top, please,” you spoke as you squeezed by a tower of messy moving boxes to enter the open kitchen of your new apartment, “thank you!”

Hearing his footsteps carry him deeper into the new home, his voice soon rumbled, muffled behind your bedroom door. Opening up the cardboard box that half blocked off your empty fridge, you dug through it till you found a glass, swiftly straightening back up and filling it up with water.

“How are you doing, cupcake?” you heard the soft voice of Walter, your uncle’s husband, as you turned off the tab, “you gonna be okay tonight? Because if you don’t want to be alone, we can stay.”

“No, it’s alright, I think I’m okay,” you took a tiny sip before placing the tall glass down on the counter, “you both gotta get up early tomorrow to open the bakery anyways.” 

“It’s never stopped us before. Do you remember when you were 11 and you watched that terrifying movie at some slumber party?” a smile twitched at the bald man’s lip from the memory, “I don’t think any of us slept for a whole week straight and the bakery still kept on running. If we could get through those sleepless nights of trying to convince you that our apartment wasn’t haunted, then we can get through this.” 

Stepping up closer to him, you caught his hand in yours and said, “I think I’m gonna be okay, but thank you, Walter, really, for everything, for this, for letting me move back home and letting me stay there for over a year.”

“Hey,” he squeezed your palm and ushered you to meet his gaze, “you do not need to thank us for that. It’s–…” he dropped the heavy comment he nearly uttered and instead let out a low sigh, “we love you. It was the very least we could do.”

“I love you too,” you heard your voice threaten a tremble of vulnerability, “so much.”

As the bedroom door then swung back open, out stepped Howard with an exhale, “alright, the pizza is on its way. You gonna be okay here?”

“Yeah,” you offered him a nod before walking them out. 

Peeking back at you over his shoulder as he swung his bright red scarf back on, Walter raised his brows tenderly, “promise that you’ll call us if anything happens, yeah?”

“Promise,” you breathed as you watched them creak open the front door and step out into the cold hallway, “love you, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, hon!” Howard waved over his shoulder at your visage in the doorway as the couple reached the stairs, “see you tomorrow! Try and get some rest, just head in whenever you get up.” 

“Okay,” a soft smile warmed your features. Lately, or the past year actually, they’d let you cut down on your work quite a bit so that your hours at the bakery were significantly less and the only days you were to get up before the sun did was on weekends.

“Bye!” they both called out loudly as they disappeared from your view before your own echo rang throughout the hallway.

“Bye!”

You didn’t manage to unpack much, only half of your books, before the buzzer rang obnoxiously, causing your feet to scramble to let the delivery guy up. 

Swiftly locating your backpack, you fished out your wallet just before a knock boomed at your door. 

“That’ll be twenty bucks,” the pimply-faced pizza guy spoke in a monotone voice as soon as you opened up. 

Catching the shadow of another figure ascend the staircase just before you began to dig through your wallet, his handsome and scruffy features were adorned with a pair of glasses that had a darkly crimson tint to them.

“Yep… uh… do you have change for a fifty?” 

“Nope,” he impatiently blinked before loudly popping his bright blue bubblegum.

“Oh, alright…” you felt your palms begin to sweat, “do you mind just waiting here for a second? I might have some more cash in a jacket… somewhere…”

But just before you could duck back inside, the suit-clad man who had stopped to unlock the door directly opposite yours, whipped his own wallet out and handed off the needed bucks, “here.”

Satisfied, the pizza guy accepted the change and shoved the wide box into your arms before dashing off. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you blinked over at your generous, new neighbour, “I can pay you back–”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he offered you a polite smile that sent a swarm of butterflies soaring within your belly, a sensation that you hadn’t felt in ages, “welcome to the building,” he added as he tugged his door open. 

“Thanks,” you uttered, slightly windblown in your threshold as he disappeared into his apartment. 

Slipping into your sneakers and hastily fastening them with sloppy bows, you slugged your jacket on and grabbed your bag. As you exited your apartment, the neighbouring door opened just as you locked up your own. 

“Oh, hi!” you squeaked over your shoulder as you turned the key, “good morning!” 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you turned to face him fully, shoving your bundle of keys into your pocket. Did he look even better than you remembered? Now no longer obscured by the terrible excuses this hallway had for lighting, the frosted window to your right illuminated every detail of him that you’d missed the first time around. 

“Morning,” he replied as he too locked his door behind him. 

Waiting a moment before you began to move your feet, you eyed his polished attire, “are you off to work?”

“Yep,” he nodded and fished out a folded-up cane from the inner pocket of his jacket, “you?”

“Yeah,” you sucked in a breath, “I’m Y/n, by the way, forgot to introduce myself the other night.”

“Matthew,” the bespectacled man extended his hand out for you to shake, “nice to meet you.” 

After ignoring the tingle his touch sent down your spine, the two of you began to descend the stairs.

“Thanks again for what you did with the–, oh! I should pay you back!” you reached into your deep coat pocket to locate your wallet, “I’m pretty sure I have–, how much was it?”

“You don’t have to, it’s fine, really,” he politely declined. 

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, your brows flew up, “seriously?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged as he then held the front door open for you to get out onto the street first. 

“Thank you, Matthew,” you slipped out, waiting a moment before you began to head off, “have a good day!”

“Yeah, you too,” he said, flicking out his cane to its full length, just before you both began to walk in the exact same direction. 

“Oh, wait,” you slowed as a giggle bubbled out of your lungs, “you’re also heading this way?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah.”

“Do you–, uh… I can wait for a little bit and let you get a head start if you–”

“Or you can just walk with me, if you’d like,” he suggested with a gentle smile that made your brain forget for just a split second where your destination was in the first place, “it’s fine with me, I don’t mind the company.”

“Okay,” you agreed in a quiet voice, returning to a brisk pace beside him. You didn’t take too many strides before a casual question nervously fell from your lips, “so, have you lived here long?” 

“In the apartment or Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Oh,” your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, “both, I guess.”

“I’ve been in the apartment for a while,” he told you, “but lived here in the neighbourhood pretty much all my life.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, maybe glancing over at him a bit too much for it to be safe as you walked, “that’s nice.”

“You?”

“Uhm, grew up in Brooklyn, moved here to live with my uncles when I was nine, after my parents passed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” his low tone emanated an air of kinship. 

“It’s alright. It was a long time ago, I was just a kid... anyways! Enough about me before I spill all of my childhood trauma to you,” you gracelessly changed the subject, “you are in a suit.”

“I–,” a faint laugh tumbled out past his lips before he joked, “I’d sure hope I am and didn’t accidentally change into something else.”

“No–, I mean, yes, obviously,” you felt heat begin to rise in your cheeks, “that was just a very weird and backwards way of asking what you do for a living.”

“Ah,” his dark brows lifted in comprehension.

“Let me guess…” you fiddled with your fingers as you thought, “accountant? No… politician? No… funeral director?”

“Funeral di–,” Matthew chuckled, “no.”

“Do you work on Wall Street? Oh, please tell me you don’t because here I was just starting to think you were super cool.”

“No, I don’t work on Wall Street, but good to know that you think I’m cool,” he smirked, making you regret letting that information slip, “I’m a lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” your eyes grew, “seriously?”

“Yep.”

“That’s–... that’s–… waow…” you uttered, completely dumbfounded by the imposing nature of his profession, “well, now I don’t wanna tell you what I do, because it’s so not as impressive.”

“Oh, come on,” he tilted his head, “now you have to tell me.”

“…I’m a baker,” you finally said, “actually,” stopping your stride, you briefly brushed his arm for him to do the same, “this is where I work, right here.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s called Buttercup Bakery,” you glanced up at the familiar storefront, “have you ever been in there?”

“No, never,” his head shook lightly as a small smile warmed up his features, “funny, my office is just a few minutes further down the street, I must have walked passed this place a thousand times but I never noticed it before.”

“Well, you know of its existence now…” you turned your head to gaze at his striking visage once more as he raised a hand to adjust his glasses, “do you wanna get a coffee or something? My treat, as thanks for the pizza.”

“I’d love to,” he sucked in a breath, “but I really have to get going.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you nodded lightly, “well, thanks for the walk, have a great day. Hope you win a bunch of cases and–, uh… I don’t know, help make the judicial system better,” you couldn’t help but physically cringed at your clumsy words. 

But your new neighbour didn’t seem to mind as he just chuckled before wandering off, “bye, Y/n.”

The small bell above the glass door to the bakery chimed softly as you pushed it open. The interior was simple, both in colour and design, but had a rustic charm to it that gave it a sense of home. Behind the counter, and the mouth-watering baked goods lined up and displayed behind the clear glass, stood Walter. Facing the long shelves adorned with various loaves, he grabbed a crusty baguette and slid it into an appropriately long brown paper bag.

Handing it off to the little old lady on the other side, he said, “here you are. That’ll be four dollars,” before she placed the money on the counter beside his half-read newspaper and strolled passed you, out of the bakery, “have a good day!”

Leaning back down to return to his paper, Walter didn’t glance up at you as he greeted, “hi, honey! You wanna hear your horoscope for today?”

Tugging down the zipper of your jacket, you joked self-reflectively as you began to shed your layers, “does it say that I’ll miraculously turn into a charming and charismatic adult instead of whatever this is?”

“…uh… no,” he furrowed his brow and finally shot you a brief glance, “it says that you're energized and creative. This new moon initiates two weeks of growing work, health and strength. Put your heart into your actions. Practice makes perfect. Oh, and it also says right here that the spelt flour bin needs refilling and that there are about a billion cardamom buns that need to be shaped.”

“Oh, it says all of that, does it now?”

Letting a tense breath go, you apprehensively let your fist meet the dark door in three shy knocks. 

As soon as it swung open, the sentence, “do you like croissants?” sputtered out passed your lips. 

Head reeling back slightly at the unforeseen and sudden question, Matt blinked, “what?” 

“Do you like croissants?” you repeated as if it wasn’t strange to just blurt out something like that out of the blue. 

“Uh,” a smile then crept up on his lips, “hello to you too, Y/n.”

“I mean, I’ve personally never met anyone who doesn’t care for them, but I’m sure they exist.”

“Sure, I like croissants.”

“Oh, great, wonderful!”

Leaning against his door, his head tilted as you failed to continue, “…did you just have a burning desire to know that fact about me?”

“Right, no, I–, uhm, there were a bunch leftover today that we didn’t sell, so purely just to not let any go to waste, I thought you’d like some,” you held up the crinkly paper bag for him to hear. 

It had been a lie, but he didn’t have to know that you’d set some aside for him before they all sold out, just to have an excuse to talk to him again. 

“Oh, thank you,” he held out his open palms, “that’s so nice of you.” 

As you handed the bag off into his grasp, you felt as if your heart might beat straight out of your chest.  

“…alright, well…” you stumbled slightly, “I should probably head off to bed. Weekends are always the busiest, so my shifts are usually really long and I have to get up like super early, so... goodnight then!” 

And with that you awkwardly whirled around and scurried the short distance into your own apartment, only faintly catching his warm chuckle as you disappeared. 

“Night.”

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[bellaxgiornata]

A Favor from the Devil Series Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Mom!Reader

Warnings/tags: 18+; Domestic abuse, depictions/mentions of sexual assault, struggles with past trauma, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (possibly more warnings to come)

Between working cases at Nelson, Murdock, and Page and combating crime as Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen at night, Matt had little time for much else. Until a new neighbor moves in across the hall and you attract his attention with your odd behavior. But when your quiet four year old doesn't just befriend the Devil–she unravels his biggest secret–Matt only grows closer and more protective of the both of you. Inevitably he learns the truth of your past, but that's not what surprises him most. It's a favor you ask of the Devil–a favor that initially leaves Matt conflicted.

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WARNING: Heartbreak, no happy-ending, Matt is emotionally constipated, Reader is unable to take responsibility as well. Elektra (cuz she’s hawt).

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Matt’s voice trembled with concern as he heard her step through the door, sensing her eyes downcast, her posture tense. He had been pacing for what felt like hours, his mind running wild with worry. The clock on the wall mocked him with every passing second. He hadn’t heard from her all day. He hadn’t seen her since their plans had been set.

"Hey, sweetheart," he began, his tone more gentle than usual, but heavy with the weight of unspoken fear. "I was worried about you. Where have you been?"

Her response was quiet, almost reluctant, as if she was debating whether or not to let him in on the truth. "At the hospital."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His heart skipped a beat. "What? Why? Are you okay?"

His feet moved instinctively toward her, but she didn't meet his gaze. Instead, she stepped back, a wall of frustration and hurt suddenly building between them. He halted, sensing the shift, his worry now mingling with confusion.

"Yeah," she said, her voice tight. "I was visiting Barry."

There was an unmistakable edge to her words, and Matt froze, the weight of her response settling in. Barry. The name stung. He had heard about Barry—her ex, the doctor— the one she couldn’t quite escape, the one who always seemed to pull her back in. He had known this day would come. He just hadn’t expected it to feel so… personal. Little did he know, that wasn't what she was seemingly hesitant about.

"Oh," Matt said, his voice trailing off as he tried to keep his composure. He noticed a familiar scent around her, something sweet and floral. "You—smell nice."

She blinked, her lips tightening into a thin line. “Really?” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I wanted to smell nice for our date. Thanks for showing up, by the way.”

Matt’s heart clenched. The biting tone in her voice stung, but it was nothing compared to the way the truth had just hit him. His sightless eyes bounced, full of remorse and regret. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together where everything had gone wrong.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, his words catching in his throat. "I’m so sorry. It… it slipped my mind. I’m so, so sorry."

He stepped forward, his hands reaching for her, but she pulled back slightly, the distance between them growing, thick with unspoken anger.

"Are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and disbelief. She glanced up at him, the vulnerability in her voice almost too much for him to bear. "Are you really sorry, Matt?"

Her question hung in the air, and for a moment, he was speechless. All he could hear was the rapid beat of his own heart, and the deafening silence that followed. He had forgotten their date. He had let her down. Again.

Matt’s breath hitched as he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

The words were tentative, but they were filled with an unspoken plea for her to let him in, to let him fix this, to let him make things right. But she only stood there, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Matt had known her long enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. But this—this was different. This was something deeper, something he couldn’t fix with an apology alone.

"Natchios."

The name dropped from Y/N's lips like a stone sinking into the silence of the room, heavy and uninvited. It echoed through the small space, reverberating off the walls and into Matt’s chest, where it lodged like a shard of ice. The very surname that had haunted him for years. The one name he thought he had left behind. The name of the woman who had once ruled his world in a storm of chaos and passion—and who, no matter how hard he tried, was never truly gone.

“What?” Matt froze, his blood running cold, his breath caught in his throat. The dread settled in, slow and suffocating. He had thought he could outrun it, that he had buried that past deep enough for it to never resurface. But now, standing before him, was Y/N, looking at him with eyes that said she knew, and with a smile that barely disguised the hurt and the bitterness.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a bitter, almost rueful grin. “I was so caught up with the trial, I didn’t realise it at first. I’d never heard a name so unique. Then I thought, hey, actually, I have. I’ve only ever known one person with a name that unique. She had a pretty unique personality too. Elektra Natchios. Huh.”

Matt’s heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat prick at the back of his neck. Her words stung deeper than he could have imagined. There was no hiding now, no pretending that this wasn’t happening. He couldn't see it but he knew that Y/N was no longer looking at him with the gentle affection of someone who had shared quiet moments of love. Now, she was looking at him with something else: pain. And the realization that everything he had tried to protect her from had come crashing down.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him, her gaze sharp and cutting, as she began to recall their past. “God, I hated that stupid Chevy Belair Coupe she used to drive around to pick you up. Then you’d get in the passenger seat with a big smile on your face, bunking all your classes.” She chuckled, but the sound was hollow, edged with something bitter and pained. “And I wouldn’t hear from you for days. Three days, Matt. I didn’t hear from you for three damn days.”

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to apologise, to explain, but the words felt useless. How could he explain any of it without dragging her deeper into the mess that was his life with Elektra? 

Elektra. 

Just the thought of her made his stomach twist, but the worst part was the knowledge that Y/N had been right all along. He had never fully severed the connection with Elektra, and now, it was here, in front of him, like a spectre from his past. 

Y/N’s eyes flashed with an icy determination. "She’s here, isn’t she? Like Stick? You can come out now.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and accusing. Matt’s breath hitched, and before he could protest or stop it, Y/N’s gaze flicked toward the door of the bedroom. The silence that followed was oppressive, and Matt’s heart sank as he knew exactly who would walk through that door, already hearing her heels clicking. He didn’t need to say a word. He didn’t have to.

From the shadows of the hallway, Elektra emerged.

“Hello, Y/N,” Elektra’s voice was smooth, almost amused, like she had been waiting for this moment, anticipating the fallout from Matt’s past finally catching up with him.

Elektra’s steps were confident, every movement exuding the kind of smug self-assurance Matt had never been able to shake. She stood tall in the doorway, her presence dominating the room even as she leaned casually against the frame. There was a faint, cruel smile playing at the edges of her lips as she looked past Matt to Y/N. 

Matt’s stomach turned. Elektra had always had that way of walking into a room like she owned it, like everyone in it was just another pawn in her game. He hated that about her. He hated the way she always made him feel like he was nothing more than a fool to be played with. 

“Elektra,” Y/N said, her voice tight with controlled fury. "I should have known you’d be here. Always lurking in the shadows, making everything more complicated than it needs to be."

Elektra’s eyes gleamed with something cold, calculating. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just here to see Matthew, just like I always have been.”

Matt’s chest tightened. “Y/N, I—”

But Y/N held up a hand, the air shifting as she did, silencing him before he could finish. Her eyes, once soft with affection, now burned with a mix of pain and anger, and he realized, too late, that this was a breaking point. A fracture in their relationship that couldn’t be healed with empty words.

“What? You’re sorry?” Y/N asked, the disbelief thick in her voice. “For what, Matt? For still being tied to her after all this time? For letting her come back into your life, into our life, like nothing ever changed?”

Matt took a step forward, but it was like walking on a tightrope. Every word he tried to say felt heavier than the last, his voice faltering as he reached for her. “Y/N, it’s not what you think—”

“It never is,” Y/N snapped, her voice a mixture of frustration and grief. "You’re still lying to me, Matt. You’re still lying to me, even now.”

Y/N’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, a sharpness that immediately cut through the tension in the room. “Matt and I need to talk, so I’m sorry, but I’d like you to leave.”

Elektra didn't flinch. She gave a soft, almost mocking smile, the same smile Matt had once found irresistible, traced it with his own fingers, now a twisted reminder of everything he was trying to move past. “Alright.” She didn’t hesitate, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she turned toward Matt’s bedroom, making her way back into the shadows of his life.

But before she could slip out of sight, Y/N’s voice stopped her cold, the words laced with authority. “—The apartment.”

Elektra paused mid-step, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly masked by that same smug composure.

Matt opened his mouth, but his throat tightened as the reality of the situation began to settle in. He had never heard Y/N so resolute, and despite everything he wanted to say, he knew that this wasn’t his battle to fight. Still, he hated the feeling of being stuck in the middle. “Y/N—” he started, his voice soft, trying to diffuse the tension.

“—You speak when I ask you to speak.” Her voice cut through his words like a knife, leaving no room for argument.

Matt flinched, a sigh escaping him. His frustration built inside him, the weight of being trapped between the two women he cared about—one from his past, one from his present. He dropped his head, hands on his hips, trying to control the burning anger bubbling within him. The last thing he wanted was this kind of confrontation, but it was inevitable, wasn’t it? A situation of his own making.

Elektra, as if sensing Matt's turmoil, gave him one last smirk before she silently walked out, her footsteps echoing as she left the apartment. But even with her gone, the tension in the room was suffocating. Y/N stood there, arms crossed, her eyes trained on Matt, who didn’t move. The silence stretched between them like a chasm, filled with things unsaid.

“I’m not gonna have a one-sided conversation, so can you please turn around?” Y/N’s voice was stern, but there was an underlying hurt that Matt couldn’t ignore.

Reluctantly, Matt turned to face her. His jaw was tight, the weight of her gaze almost unbearable. For a second, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to see that scathing look on her face Foggy always talked about. He knew what was coming next, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked, her tone softening only slightly as she tried to understand, but the confusion in her eyes was clear.

Matt opened his mouth, the words caught somewhere between guilt and frustration. “About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance, but even to him, the question felt hollow. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

Y/N’s eyes flicked to the door where Elektra had just left, and her voice was barely above a whisper as she listed out the things that had been gnawing at her. “About Stick. About Elektra. About everything that’s been hanging over us since the moment we got together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her words hit harder than she probably realised, and Matt’s breath faltered. The truth was, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to share it. Not because he didn’t trust her, but because he had hoped—no, he had needed—to believe that he could keep his past locked away. That Elektra, Stick, and all the messes of his old life would stay buried, far from Y/N. But he had been fooling himself. And now, here she was, asking him the one question he couldn’t dodge.

“Because you walked out on me before I could tell you,” Matt said, his voice thick with frustration, his hands clenched at his sides. His sightless eyes were wild, somewhat searching for hers—waiting so that she might tell him that she understood, or at least would understand, if he could just explain it all.

Y/N didn’t flinch at his words, but the hurt was unmistakable. She stood there, her arms still crossed, her gaze unwavering. She had always been so patient with him, so understanding. But this—this was too much. 

“You think I walked out on you?” she asked, her voice tight, trying to keep the trembling anger at bay. “You think I just left? You’re the one who shut me out, Matt. You’re the one who didn’t trust me with the truth. You kept me at arm’s length, and now I’m supposed to believe it was just because you couldn’t find the right time to tell me?”

Matt took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a frustration that was barely contained. “It wasn’t like that,” he said, his voice lower now, softer but still heavy with regret. “I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into that world. But you—you wouldn’t have understood. You wouldn’t have accepted it.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she stepped closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle, Matt. You don’t get to keep things from me because you’re afraid of how I’ll react. I’m your partner. You tell me. You trust me.”

Y/N’s voice was laced with frustration as she tried to make him understand, but Matt could sense that her patience was starting to wear thin. “Besides, I was rightfully upset—”

“—Is there a point to this conversation?” Matt interrupted, his tone sharp, his shoulders tense. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to keep spinning in this cycle of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. He just wanted it to go back to the way it was. He wanted everything to feel normal again.

Y/N blinked, her expression one of bewilderment and frustration. “What do you mean, ‘is there a point’? Matt, of course, there’s a point! I want you to talk to me!” She said the words with an exasperated urgency, as if she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t getting it.

Matt’s jaw clenched, and he turned away for a moment, trying to steady himself. “There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Besides, you made it clear yesterday that you didn’t want to talk to me.”

The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, and Y/N’s chest tightened. The memory of last night—the way she’d stormed out, the way Matt had closed himself off—was still fresh. It felt like a betrayal, but even more so, it felt like the same pattern she had been trying to avoid. He was slipping away from her, like he always did.

Her heart pounded as she stared at him, frustration bubbling up again. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her finger gesturing towards him. “You just brush it all off. It’s like you won’t even try to understand why I’m upset!”

Matt’s eyes flashed, frustration building in his chest. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to make her understand that his silence wasn’t about her, but about the things inside him that he didn’t know how to talk about. “What?” he snapped back, unable to hide the rawness in his voice. “What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“God! It’s always one step forward and ten steps back with us!” she nearly shouted, her voice full of pent-up frustration. “It’s always the same thing! You do something, and I pull away. I do something, and you pull away. We can’t keep doing this, Matt! I can’t keep feeling like I’m the only one trying to hold this together.”

The words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to explain that it wasn’t just her—that it wasn’t always her fault. But the truth was, his own insecurities were starting to drown out the words. His fear of being abandoned, of losing her, was starting to seep into every crack of their relationship, and he didn’t know how to fight it.

“We talk, don’t we?” Matt said cynically, crossing his arms as he looked at where he assumed her eyes were, his expression closed off. “I’m right here standing in front of you.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she shot back with a bitter laugh, the sting of his words landing harder than he’d realised. “As opposed to how lately, every conversation I have with you is towards your back?” she said, her voice full of incredulity. “You’re physically here, Matt, but you’ve been gone for a while now.”

Matt flinched at the accusation, the weight of her words cutting deep. He opened his mouth to argue, but the frustration in Y/N’s voice silenced him before he could speak.

“What the hell does that mean?” he snapped back, his confusion mixing with his growing anger. 

Y/N’s words were sharp, cutting through the air between them like a blade. “It means you avoid me!” she deadpanned, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “It means your first instinct is to run away from me the second things get a little bit rough.” She pointed directly at him, her eyes narrowing as she squinted up at him in disbelief. She rocked her hand in the air, as if to emphasise how often he pulled away, how shaky he could be when things weren't easy.

Matt’s heart beat erratically in his chest as she spoke, the truth in her words hitting him like a freight train. She wasn’t wrong. He had always pulled away when things got tough. His instinct had always been to retreat into the safety of silence, of isolation, of not facing the things that scared him the most.

“I don’t run,” Matt muttered, his voice low and defensive. “I—”

“You do,” she interrupted sharply, cutting him off before he could finish. “I’m not an idiot, Matt. I can see it. You shut down. You turn away. You make yourself small, and you expect me to just stand here and wait for you to come back.”

Matt stood there, frozen for a moment, the words hanging in the air like a weight he couldn’t escape. His breath was shallow, his chest tight. The things Y/N was saying, the things she was pointing out, weren’t easy to hear, but they were the truth. And deep down, he knew it.

“I don’t run!” Matt growled stubbornly in denial.

Matt's chest tightened, his jaw clenching in anger. He couldn't stand hearing it, especially not from her. "Okay? That is neither here nor there," he snapped, immediately brushing her words aside, shaking his head in frustration. He was done with the conversation, or so he thought. He wanted to put the walls back up, to shield himself from the rawness of the situation.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, the sarcasm in her expression all too clear. "Okay, well, here we are, Matt," she said, her voice dripping with frustration and mockery. "What do you wanna do? How do you wanna handle it, huh? Do you wanna fight for us, or do you wanna bail?"

She pointed toward the door, her hand shaking slightly with the intensity of the moment, as if to punctuate her question. Her voice rose in frustration, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt. She paused, studying him as the weight of his silence seemed to hang in the air. But as she watched him, something softened in her gaze. She saw the vulnerable look in his eyes—the quiet uncertainty he wore so well. And despite the storm of emotions she felt, her heart ached for him.

With a heavy sigh, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to raise my voice,” she said quietly, the sharpness gone from her tone, replaced by something more tender. The fight was still there, but beneath it, there was love. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for him.

Y/N placed her hands gently in his, her touch soft and warm. She needed him to hear her, needed him to understand. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady now, but filled with a quiet urgency. “I want you, Matt. In all your sweet, yet rugged, devilish glory,” she said with a small, affectionate smile, even as her heart ached with the weight of everything unsaid. “I want to be here when your nights get rough, and I want to be the first thing you feel in the morning.”

She cupped his cheeks, her fingers soft against his skin as she looked into his eyes and feeling the intensity that made his breath catch in his throat. Her gaze softened, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sniffled, her voice trembling. "Look, you think your crazy life, your past, everything that’s happened to you, is going to scare me away or something… but that’s not true. You’re so wrong."

Her chest tightened, her heart aching at the sight of him—of the man who had always been so afraid of being too much, so afraid of dragging others down with him. “Because there’s nothing out there, nothing in here, that scares me as much as the thought of losing you.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but the weight of her words struck him with the force of a wrecking ball. "Trust me when I say… people like you and me, we don’t get the chance to love like this, Matt. I stay. I don’t run. Because I love you."

The confession hit him like a punch to the gut. She had said it. She had finally said it, and her words hung in the air between them like a lifeline. She had chosen him, despite everything. Despite his fear, his past, the mess he carried around with him. 

Y/N’s voice was soft, tender now, as she spoke again, the love in her tone so raw it made his heart ache. “I love you so much that all I can ever think about is you. There’s no version of my life that doesn’t have you in it.” Her hands tightened around his, pulling him closer, even as she sniffled again, the tears starting to break free from her eyes. “So I’ll stay right here. You can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you.”

Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he processed her words, the weight of her confession crashing over him. She was here. She was choosing to stay, despite the chaos, despite everything. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said something so raw, so real to him. 

But even now, he found it hard to believe. He was so used to people leaving, to pushing others away before they could hurt him. The idea that she wouldn’t walk away, that she wanted him, despite his flaws and his broken pieces—it was a foreign concept. 

He shook his head, as if trying to clear the fog in his mind, but the truth was, he was terrified. Terrified of letting her in, terrified of what would happen if he let himself truly believe that someone could love him—want him—after everything.

"I..." His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but words failed him. He reached up, touching her hands, still holding him so gently, and his gaze softened as he aimlessly searched where he assumed her face was in wonder, listening to her heart for any sign of doubt. But there was none. There was only love. A kind of love he had never known, never imagined he deserved.

Matt stood frozen, his heart hammering in his chest as Y/N’s confession lingered in the air between them. The weight of her words was suffocating, like a tidal wave crashing over him. He had never expected this moment to come, and now that it had, he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Her love for him, so pure and raw, left him paralyzed, caught between the fear of being loved and the fear of losing her.

His mind raced, his emotions a tangled mess. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat. His fears—his insecurities—gripped him like chains. Could he really let her in? Could he really let someone love him after everything he had done, everything he had become? And if he did, what would that mean for her? For them?

Y/N noticed the struggle in his sightless eyes, the way he seemed to shrink in on himself, and her heart sank. She had poured herself out to him—had told him, for the first time, how much he meant to her—and now, he couldn’t even return the sentiment. She frowned softly, her own pain growing as she took a small step back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Matt?” She searched his face, looking for something, anything, that would tell her that he felt the same. “Did you hear me?” she repeated, the desperation creeping into her voice. “Say something. Please? Matt?”

The silence between them stretched on, thick with the unspoken. Matt’s brow furrowed, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to find the words that felt right. But there was nothing—nothing that could explain the tangled mess of emotions inside him. He opened his mouth, but only half-formed words came out. 

“I—uh—I can’t do this right now,” he finally said, his voice shaky with regret. “There’s a lot going on, and I—I can’t—” His words faltered, a deep ache filling his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with her. But the weight of his dual life—the mask he wore, the life he led as Daredevil—was so heavy, and he wasn’t sure how to balance it with what Y/N was offering him. The fear of losing her, of not being enough, of the danger he brought to everyone around him—it all swirled in his mind.

Y/N’s heart dropped at his words. The dread that washed over her was instantaneous, a cold, sharp wave that made her feel small and foolish. She had laid herself bare, had trusted him with a part of herself she didn’t give to anyone else, and now—now he was pulling away. 

"Oh," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips as the weight of disappointment settled into her chest. A hollow ache took root there. She had given him everything she had, all her love, all her hope—and he couldn’t even say it back. The look in his eyes was enough to confirm the one thing she’d feared most: he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t willing to let her in. 

Her hands instinctively pulled away from his, the absence of his touch like an icy wind. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see the regret in his eyes. Instead, she looked away, her heart breaking with every passing second. She felt so stupid for believing, for thinking that maybe this time, with him, things could be different. That maybe, just maybe, he could love her back.

“I don’t—” Matt began again, but the words felt too heavy to say. He sighed deeply, his own heart aching as he heard the stutter in her heartbeat. He didn’t want to hurt her; glad he couldn't see that look of brokenness in her eyes. But he knew he had to do this—he had to finish what he started with Elektra, had to be Daredevil first. There was too much at stake. He was torn between the man he wanted to be for her and the one he had to be for the city.

“I have to go,” he said reluctantly, his voice low and filled with regret. His eyes softened for a moment, the weight of the moment heavy in the space between them. “I need to finish something. I need to... do what I have to do. I’ll come back, okay?”

The words sounded hollow to Y/N, and she felt her throat close up as the tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t look at him now, not like this. Not when he was so distant, so unsure. Her voice cracked as she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Okay.”

It was the only thing she could say, the only thing she had left. Her heart was in pieces, each one slipping further away from him with every word he spoke. She wouldn’t fight him. She couldn’t fight him. Not now. Not when he was already running. 

She didn’t look up as he left, didn’t want him to sense the tears that slipped down her cheeks, the raw pain she could no longer hide. All she wanted was for him to stay, to choose her, but the cold reality was that she didn’t know if he ever would.

Matt hesitated at the door, his hand on the handle, but the moment lingered for just a second longer. He tilted his head, ear faced to her direction, his face a mix of regret and guilt, but he didn’t say anything more. He couldn’t.

And with that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing in the quiet apartment, her heart aching with the realisation that love—real love—might not be enough to bridge the chasm between them.

The End.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

late night matty thought!!!

college! matt trying to be a gentleman the whole night at this busy, shitty, loud bar that’s super cheap that all the frats go to… but he can’t help himself. he knows you from a friend of a friend, and he’s had lab with you sometimes/ you’re so sweet and innocent and kind to everyone, especially him and it drives him crazy. but he’s liked you from a distance and you didn’t think anything of it when he bought you a drink, and his soft and warm hands started to massage your shoulders and back as you sit on the barstool as you get tipsy and ramble about how stressed you are with classes and work. and you lean into his touch and talk with him the whole night, and he’s so nerdy but sly and flirty and makes you feel like a princess as he keeps buying you drinks and letting you dance for him. soon he can’t take it anymore, his hormones get the best of him, and his hands linger longer then they were before, exploring other places when the lights were dimmed. and then you end up in a bathroom with him, the door locked and you can hear the loud music blaring over your moans as he messily pounds into you as you’re bent over the sink and he presses your face into the mirror and smudges ur makeup:( but he’s sooo nice. “fuck, fuck baby i wanted to be such a gentleman. i wanted to wait and get you a nice meal before i fucked your tight little cunt.” “but you bought me a drink! you’re so kind matty..” you moaned as he continued to pound harder, smacking ur ass from ur flipped up skirt. cause you wore it just to tempt him. and he cooes at you cause you’re so adorable.. like “awh baby just a drink isn’t enough for this sweet pussy. you can’t be that easy baby.” “but i like you matty! and you’re so good…” you hiccup as his balls slap against your skin, wetness sounds squelching as you drip down your thighs. “you’re such a sweet girl, so kind. you need someone to take care of you, yeah?” he asked, hand sliding up to grip your neck, forcing you to look in the mirror at him. “yes..” he somehow managed to be so gentle but just mean enough to drive you wild. a slight difference from the gentleman you were talking to earlier, who cocooned you from the dirty frat boys who were trying to get with you and feel you up. but he wanted you all to himself….

matt murdock if you can hear us please save us

[moonpascaltoo]

MATT MURDOCK / DAREDEVIL

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all matt murdock stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • MARVEL MASTERLIST • 11/19/24

@sergeantbuckybarnes ✰ i don’t want to lose you You’re in a wonderful relationship with Matt, but when the Avengers defeat Thanos and everyone who got blipped is back, Bucky Barnes walks into your life again, and Matt is afraid he might lose you.

@foli-vora ✰ without you pt2 You return after the ‘blip’. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time. Where does that leave you now? ✰ pretty boy

@chvoswxtch ✰ neighbor!reader pt2

@bellaxgiornata ✰ seeking forgiveness Matt always made protecting Hell's Kitchen his priority, you knew that when you'd begun dating him. What you hadn't expected was just how much he'd eventually make it a priority over you, breaking promise after promise to spend his time with you. But when you unexpectedly discover that you're pregnant and Matt yet again breaks a promise to you, the pair of you end up in a fight that ends the relationship before you can even break the news. Though when he later learns the truth, Matt becomes hell bent on seeking your forgiveness ✰ underneath the mistletoe Tired of enduring the obvious pining between you and Matt, Foggy and Karen plan a way to get you and Matt to admit your feelings - or at least to kiss.

✰ if we’re being honest pt2 Already having an awful week, you're a bit out of it while at Josie's with your friends, too busy sulking and drinking down your feelings to keep up with conversation. The sight of Matt wandering off with a beautiful woman yet again certainly doesn't help. But when you stay behind by yourself to finish your drink and wallow a bit more, you're surprised when Matt reappears and offers to let you stay the night at his place. Eventually, the night takes a turn you weren't anticipating. ✰ acquaintances He was once the love of your life in college–someone you'd been planning a future with–but seeing him now, he felt just like a past acquaintance in a bar.

@shiorimakibawrites ✰ happy little accident You are a klutz. You are pretty used to tripping over nothing and embarrassing yourself. But this time has to be the worse. Because this time, you have gotten paint splattered all over Matt Murdock. Your handsome neighbor that you’ve has an enormous crush on.

@peterman-spideyparker ✰ my tears ricochet You and Matt Murdock come from different worlds: Matt, the son of a prize boxer from Hell’s Kitchen, you the daughter of a clothing designer and doctor on Park Ave. Meeting in law school was just chance, just was much as you falling for your friend. But fate had different paths for the two of you that pulled you apart, and you felt pain with each tear. Now, just over ten years later, you two meet again by chance, and everything and nothing has changed. ✰ stolen glances Your best friend convinces you to go out with her to a bar to celebrate the start of spring break, and to your surprise, the night takes an unexpected turn for the better when your friend calls over two people she knows from her law classes—one of whom you just so happen to have a huge crush on. ✰ babe part 2 Matt is your great love. He is everything to you. But when Matt takes a trip to California for work and a video of Daredevil emerges doing the walk of shame, you feel like dying inside. And it marks the end for you.

@lindisworld ✰ close Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

@notquitecanon ✰ call me You're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's favorite late night nurse, but he's been avoiding your fire escape since an unfortunate accident. You both miss each other just enough for some emotions to slip through the cracks. You don't even know his name, but you'll settle just to know he's alright.

@dameronology ✰ moments passed based on say don't go by t.swift ✰ the defense rests aka romeo & juliet, except you're a hot young d.a intern & matt is a hot lawyer

@saberlight1 ✰ pretty boy

@amberlynnmurdock ✰ neighbor pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6

@dollwritesarchive ✰ deja vu you visit your boyfriend in his new dorm room

@strangerquinns ✰ better alone pt2 “it’s better if I’m alone.  I can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck up.”

@petertingle-yipyip ✰ baby said (request): Hey, may I make a Matt x Reader request. Foggy wants to meet Matt's new girlfriend. Foggy and Karen are supposed to meet you at Josie's. (You and Matt have a little plan to annoy Foggy.) You arrive later than the others and walk past the trio, foggy notices you and flirts with you. The idea came to me with the quote // Matt Murdock : How would I even know she's a beautiful woman? Foggy Nelson : I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her, and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer. ✰ don’t be a fool After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

@honeycombstrawberry ✰ not so far away at all you decide to surprise matt and foggy by bringing them dinner when they're working late, but what you overhear them discussing is far more of a surprise to you than anything else.

@undercoverpena ✰ boyfriend? He didn't want anything serious, but then there's you.

@lovelybucky1 ✰ sucker for pain your boyfriend teaches you how to fight, but he underestimated your skills

@darling-i-read-it ✰ breathing matt x parker!reader where she is the one that dies and gives peter the whole hero speech instead of may and maybe it’s matt who is the one that pulls up to the apt complex and sees peter holding her

@so-easy-to-love-me ✰ the silver culprit Matt comes home bruised and beaten, but the way you find him unleashes a new kind of dynamic between you.

@courtforshort15 ✰ yours with a kiss Things with Matt are still pretty new, but that doesn't stop the rush you feel everytime he's near, and he absolutely takes advantage.

@mayfieldss ✰ play along There's a persistent creep harassing/ stalking reader so either Matt goes up to reader and pretends to be close friends with them or reader approaches Matt. Matt makes reader feel safe.

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WHERE DO WE GO NOW? - (ONGOING)

An old face returns, a spaceship falls from the skies, and you thought you had moved on with that part of your life.

TIM ROCKFORD

ONE SHOT:

NO BODY, NO CRIME

You investigate a series of murders and the disappearance of your friend, Este. Suspecting Este's husband, Adam, you take matters into your own hands, orchestrating a scheme to frame him for the crimes as you hide the truth from your boyfriend-Detective Tim Rockford.

[brokebonewritings]

Still Here

Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader

Tags/Warning: 18+, Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol

Summary: Matt walks you home from a work event, you drunkly confess something to him that makes him think of both of your futures. Song: Dead Awake by JuttyRanx

Word Count: 1.8K

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You sat on the steps of the museum as you waited for your boyfriend to come walk you home. Matt was more than insistent on you getting home safely. Grumbling softly at him before you left that you ‘didn’t need to be babysat’ and ‘you could get yourself home safely’.

Boy were you so wrong. Turns out that being the head archivist at The Met meant you didn’t have a say on whether you drank at employee parties. You were expected to drink. Especially when you worked so hard at your job, your co-workers wanted you to let loose for once.

“I didn’t think you would actually wait outside for me.” Matt’s voice makes you jump from your dazed state.

You smile before responding. “It’s not the longest I’ve waited for you, Matty.” 

“I know sweetheart, let’s get you home.” He reaches his hand towards you and you gladly take it. You falter just a bit as you attempt to stand. His arm catches your lower back and he helps you balance yourself.

As you walk down the dimly lit street, the alcohol in your system begins to take effect. You stumble slightly, causing Matt to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you steady.

“Careful there, sweetheart,” he says softly as he guides you down the sidewalk. It didn't feel odd that the blind man was leading you home. Though it probably looked that way.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth radiating onto you. The night air was chilly, but his proximity was enough to keep you warm. 

You could feel his muscles tense as a group of men passed by, their boisterous laughter filling the air. You couldn't see their faces, but you could sense their predatory stares on you. You shivered, feeling a wave of fear wash over you. Matt's grip on you tightened, and you felt his confidence seeping into you. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured into your ear. "I won't let anything happen to you."

As you walked, you felt the familiar landmarks around your apartment building. You could hear the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees and the soft hum of the street lamps illuminating your way. 

The sound of your own breath was amplified, and you could feel your heart beating faster in your chest. You could only imagine what Matt could hear and sense too.

Finally, you arrived at the steps of your apartment building. Matt stills as you turn to walk inside causing you to stop in your tracks. Turning to him you reach out for his hand and he lets you take it into your own.

"Please come upstairs," You say, biting your lip. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

Matt's heart skipped a beat as he heard your request. But he couldn't let his desires get in the way of your well-being. As much as he wanted to be with you, he knew he had to be responsible. 

"Sweetheart, are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, trying to hide the longing in his voice.

You nodded, leaning closer to him. "I'm sure. Please stay with me tonight. I need you."

Matt took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him. He knew he had to put his own desires aside and think about your safety.

"Okay. I'll stay with you," he said his voice firm with resolve. 

You smiled, relieved that he had agreed. You led him up the stairs to your apartment, fumbling with your keys to unlock the door. As you stepped inside, you felt a wave of dizziness. Matt caught your arm to steady your balance.

"Easy there," he murmured, and you leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body ground you. 

You turned your head towards him, your lips inches away from his. You wanted nothing more than to press your mouth to his, to feel his lips against yours. Instead, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard beneath your lips. You could feel the tension in his body ease at your touch, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Thanks, Matty, my knight in red armor." You slurred

He chuckles, that was a new one."I would do anything for you."

You made your way to the living room, collapsing on the couch and pulling Matt down beside you. You snuggled into him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady thump of his heart. 

The alcohol was making you tired, and you lifted your head to look into his sightless eyes. You traced your finger lightly over his lips, feeling the softness of them.

“I wish you could see me.” 

Matt's face softened at your words. He knew you didn't mean them in a pitying way, but it still made him ache inside. Even with his heightened sense, he had to learn to see faces in a different way.

"But I can sense you," he said softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "I can feel your heartbeat, your touch, your love. That's all I need."

"Thank you," you murmured, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into his embrace. "You always know just what to say."

Matt smiled, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "I just speak the truth, sweetheart."

You let out a soft sigh, feeling the tension in your body melt away. All the fuzziness in your mind was lulling you to sleep. He didn’t mind the drunken conversation. It could have been a lot worse than it was.

"I'm pretty sure I'm a size 8."

Matt stifles a laugh, "What for?"

"A ring, silly, I want you to know when you propose."

He knew he loved you, but the idea of marriage was a big step. He didn't want to rush things, but he also didn't want to lose you. He took a deep breath, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

"Sweetheart, I love you. More than anything in this world. And I promise you, when the time is right, I will propose to you. I just need to make sure I can give you everything you deserve."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "That's all I need to hear, Matty. I love you too."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was gentle, yet filled with so much emotion. You pulled back, resting your forehead against his.

"Hold me just a little while longer, Matty."

Nodding, he pulls you close and wraps his arms around you. You felt safe in his embrace like nothing could hurt you.

He knew that he shouldn't be feeling this way, that it was wrong to want you in this way. But he couldn't help the way he felt. He had been in love with you for as long as he could remember, and being so close to you now was almost unbearable.

As he watched you sleep, he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was a brief, chaste kiss, but it sent a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, feeling guilty for giving in to his desires.

It was just, he never had anything like this before. Someone to love, to come home to. Marriage scared him in all honesty. Maybe a little more than he'd like to admit.

But he couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered at the thought of spending the rest of his life with you.

He shifted slightly, trying to calm the storm inside him. He couldn't risk losing you, not when he had finally found someone who loved him for who he was, someone who didn't see his disability as a hindrance. Not that it was to any extent.

Where to even begin? He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, feeling the warmth of your skin against his lips. His heart swelled with love for you, and he knew that he would do anything to keep you safe.

As he lay there, holding you in his arms, he made a silent promise to himself. He would do everything in his power to make you happy, to be the best partner he could be. 

He closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest against his. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of your skin. Drifting to sleep himself, he began to dream of a life you both could share together.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside your window. You stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. Looking towards the end of the couch, you noticed Matt was still asleep. 

You smile to yourself, he looked at peace. Nothing bothering him at the moment. Getting up, you made your way to the kitchen to start some coffee, the sweet aroma filling up the room. As you sat at the table, sipping your coffee, you couldn't help but try and recollect the events of last night.

As if on cue, Matt walked into the kitchen, his hair still rumpled from sleep. He made his way to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down across from you.

"Good morning," he said, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

"Good morning," you replied, smiling at him. "I'm glad I didn't scare you off."

He leaned forward, his hand reaching across the table to take yours. "Nothing can scare me off, if anything that's my job."

"How did you sleep?" You ask while taking a sip of your coffee. Noticing the lack of a cup in front of him, you get up to pour him a cup as well. 

"Thanks," He says as you set the mug in front of him. "Not comfortably, but I wouldn't change it for the world."

You raise an eyebrow at him, curious. "Why's that?"

"Because I got to wake up next to you," he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

A warmth spreads through your chest at his words, and you feel your cheeks flush. "You're such a charmer, Matt."

He chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. "I just say what's on my mind."

You spend the rest of the morning in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. As the day goes on, you both know that you have to face the real world again. But for now, you're content to just be with each other.

As you walk Matt to the door, he turns to face you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "I'm glad I got to make sure you were home safe last night."

"I know you would have made sure anyways," you reply, smiling up at him. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's gentle but full of love. "Thank you for staying, I didn't want to be alone."

"I know, sweetheart," he says. "I'll always be here for you though. Both versions of me."

“Of course. I’ll take any version of you I can get.”

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mad at god (season 3) - matt murdock

season 1 // season 2 // season 2b // punisher spin-off

pairings: dex x livia, matt x livia, daredevil x exodus

summary: round and round she goes. just when she feels her life is on track and her emotions can occur without her own interference, her old enemy of Wilson Fisk begins to play games. Forced to choose between new friends and old, play the part or stand alone, life or death, things become as dangerous as they’ve ever been.

(1) house of memories: Times have changed since Midland Circle, so has Livia. As she attempts to move forward, relationships are strained and circumstances are less than favorable. Can she cope on her own or will she fall back into old habits?

(2) all around me: Looped back in, Livia has to make sure she holds on to what is starting to matter again. With rumors swirling of a copycat Mask, that grip gets desperately tighter.

(3) memories - Bridges burned and opportunity lost. Day by day the game against Fisk shifts more in his favor. How can Livia fight back, protect her friends, and keep her career all at the same time?

(4) lavender haze - Betrayal and reunions. For Exodus, seems one can’t exist without the other. All relationships are tested when it all turns into something bigger.

(5) aimed to kill - Pages turn and bridges burn as Ex realizes the extent that she’s behind. When sentiment thrives amongst the chaos between her and her first love, question becomes whether they can fix their hearts with the lips that have left scars on each other.

(6) lover of mine - The constant circles and playing different parts grows more and more dizzying as events continue to unfold. Alliances tested and lives endangered, Ex and The Man in the Mask take a stand against the new Daredevil.

(7) as the world caves in - What feels like the final night alive, recovering from Dex’s latest attack feels almost impossible while trying to save everyone. The world continues to cave in around Ex while subconsciously adopting Matt’s old moral code, finding light in the dark.

(8) im not sorry -Moves and countermoves. The cat and mouse game nearly draws to a close as Nelson and Murdock reunite in a last ditch effort to finish things from the right side of the law.

(9) vigilante shit - Ladies always rise above but when one lady’s simply had enough, revenge takes human form in Hell’s Kitchen’s Exodus. With her rightful partner beside her, they take on the Kingpin and his former Bullseye.

Epilogue - all i wanted - Speaking from the heart, a good man is laid to rest and good friends are reunited. Plans for the future are scribbled on a new napkin and everything seems like it’ll be okay.

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Conversations in the Dark (pt. 1)

Summary: After a series of major personal events, you decide to move to New York (in part) so you can have a relationship with your newly discovered half-sister, Karen Page. Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson become additional important figures in your life as you navigate new relationships and figure out how to live your life.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (eventually), we run the spectrum of emotions here

Warnings: mention of death, grief, anxiety, drinking, pining (so much pining), self-deprecation, chapters with sexual content will be marked with their own warnings, violence or attempted violence (i.e. Daredevil related), more possible warnings in the future

Author’s Note: This is pure wish fulfillment and written for my own joy. I haven’t put out anything in at least five years and this is the first time I’ve written something multi-part. I’m not sure how this will go, how long it will be, or how often I will post/update.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

The remnants of summer still lingered in the warm September afternoon as you stepped out of the cab in front of the coffee shop. Glancing at your watch, you realized you were still a little early but that’s how you preferred it. This would allow you to order your drink and calm your nerves a little before she arrived.

When your turn came at the counter, you took the barista’s suggestion of the monthly special and moved to wait for your drink. Looking around you noticed the little pieces of fall décor another employee was putting up around the shop giving it a cozier vibe. Once the barista called your name, you found a small empty table in a corner that would allow you to watch the door and enjoy the city street chaos through the large window next to you.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve racking as it was but while you had spoken with your half-sister several times over the last year, you hadn’t seen her in person since your father’s funeral a little over a year ago. You prayed this was a good idea. You needed a win after the heaviness you had dealt with over the last few years. You needed some joy and connection, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity but now you were second guessing yourself.

Just as you were beginning to spiral and doubt your decision for the umpteenth time that day, you heard the ding of the door and watched your half-sister, Karen Page, rush in searching for you. The moment she saw you, she broke into a huge smile and hurried over to envelop you in a hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it safely! I hope you weren’t waiting long; I told Matt and Foggy I needed to leave sooner but they’re drowning in a sea of paperwork for a case, and we lost track of time.”

“Don’t worry about it! I’m usually early and you’re only a couple minutes late. No harm, no foul.” You released her from the hug and in that instant, you knew you had made the right decision. You didn’t realize how much you needed a hug from family until that moment and you felt more settled than you had in weeks.

“Do we need to postpone so you can get back to the office? Are you on a time crunch?” you asked.

“Oh, hell no, we are not postponing! They’ll be fine without me for a little while. I want to caffeinate while I hear about how you’re feeling now that you’re here!”

-X-

Your biological father may have been a world class asshole, but at least he had the decency to tell you and Karen about each other before he died. It was weird growing up as an only child to find out as an adult that you had a sister, especially when you had so desperately wished for one when you were younger. For her part, Karen could have decided she didn’t want a sister, but she welcomed you into her life with open arms. Admittedly, you struggled some, not because you were unhappy to find out about her, but because the news came during one of the worst times of your life.

If you had a terrible biological father, then luckily, you had the most amazing mother you could have asked for. When you and Karen found out about each other, you had just received news that your mother had been diagnosed with cancer for the second time. This time, it was late-stage and had spread with abysmal survival rates. This news alone meant your plate was beyond full. The idea of figuring out how to grieve the parent who didn’t want you while struggling to accept the awful news about your mother was overwhelming. It was nothing to say of the struggles to cultivate a new relationship with your sister under your poorly hidden sorrow, but Karen had been lovely and understanding. She did so much of the early legwork to develop your relationship, checking on you when she knew you were focused on your mother and often reminding you to do basic tasks to take care of yourself.

When your mother passed in the late spring, you were understandably devastated. She had been your sounding board your entire life and, without her, you felt unmoored. Thankfully, Karen had been there. She hadn’t been able to come to the funeral, but she called you every day for the first couple weeks after to make sure you were eating, hydrating, and showering. She listened to your stories and cried with you when the grief threatened to eat you alive.

During a conversation expressing your untethered feelings, Karen raised the idea that led you to the coffee shop in the midst of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hey, I know you’re not sure what to do but…what if you moved here? Maybe a big change of pace and scenery will help you move forward.”

If you were being honest, moving to New York was an idea you had for a long time. You had applied to Columbia and NYU in your final year of high school but a full ride to a local university secured your undergrad path. Despite this decision, you never let go of the idea of New York. When Karen tentatively suggested the idea, it was like your mother was holding a huge neon sign for you, telling you to get off your ass and GO! A light burst into life within you, and you scrambled to make the arrangements so you could move as soon as possible.

-X-

Once Karen had her coffee and settled into her seat, you relayed some of your travel mishaps and your ideas and loose plans for her input.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe I’m here. It’s all still so surreal. But I’m hoping the apartment hunting will help ground me a little and once I can actually get my things here, it’ll start to sink in.”

“That makes sense. I imagine it’ll feel more like a vacation until you have your things around you. I’m so glad you’re here to experience fall in New York! I think you’ll love it,” Karen gushed, beaming at you.

As you grinned at Karen, you felt a peace and a warmth spread in your chest that you hadn’t felt since before your mom passed. You reached across the table and grasped her hand. “Thank you, Karen, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you this last year. I’m so grateful you’re my sister.”

Karen’s eyes started to well up as she gripped your hand in return, “I’m grateful you’re my sister too.”

Shocking you both out of the moment, Karen’s phone buzzed, and she rolled her eyes once she saw the caller ID. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. He knows I’m with you so I’m not sure why Foggy’s calling.” You waved her to answer it, unbothered by the interruption as it gave you a moment to reign in your emotions a little more. You didn’t need to start sobbing in the middle of a coffee shop; you’d have your bigger emotions in private later.

You took a sip of your coffee as you heard Karen’s exasperated tone, “Yes Foggy I know it’s a big deal. YES, I know we need the revenue. Okay, okay but you both know why I took an extended break and who I’m with…Seriously?? Now? Ugh, fine. You both owe me AND Y/N for interrupting.”

Karen sighed as she ended the call and looked at you apologetically. Before she could even say anything, you started, “Let me guess, they need you back ASAP because they don’t know how to function without you?”

She chuckled and confirmed, “Basically. He also asked me to bring back coffee. They’re losing steam fast. If you’re not too tired, do you want to walk back with me? You can meet them, so you know who to look for when we get drinks at Josie’s tonight!”

“Wait, what’s Josie’s?”

“It’s this local dive bar that Matt and Foggy love and they want to welcome you to the city! We planned on going tonight if you felt up to it, but we can do another night or somewhere else if that works better for you?”

You could tell Karen was a little nervous. Whether it was encouraging you to meet her co-workers and friends so quickly or having you go drinking your first night in an unfamiliar city, you didn’t know but you wanted to start living your life, not hide away in a hotel room.

“That all sounds great! I love a good dive bar, sounds like my kind of place.”

Fresh coffees in hand, you and Karen made your way back to her office making small talk about the neighborhood and places to consider when you went apartment hunting the following day with a recommended broker. You wanted to be near Karen, not necessarily in her building, but within walking distance so it would be easy to see each other when you wanted.

You nearly missed the sign “Nelson, Murdock, and Page” until Karen directed you to the door next to it. Once you made it to the interior door, you could hear the loud voices before Karen opened the office door.

“I come bearing caffeine. If you want it, stop arguing and get out here so you can meet my sister!”

You heard chairs scraping right before you saw a tall, blonde man with a huge smile step out of a side room. Holding out his hand for you to shake he said, “Hi! I’m Franklin Nelson but you can call me Foggy.”

Unable to hold back your grin, you took his hand for a quick shake and replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The sheer happiness and light that shone out of Foggy reminded you of your mother. You knew this man was going to be your friend, come hell or highwater.

Behind Foggy you could hear a shuffling sound and you peered around him. Once you saw the other man, you nearly forgot to breathe. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed at easily the most beautiful man you had ever seen in person. Like Foggy, he had his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbow and the top button of his shirt was undone along with a loosened tie. His red reflective glasses did nothing to distract from the sharp jawline and days-old stubble. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as if he had recently been running a hand through it. As beautiful as he was standing before you, you were most distracted by his mouth. It was lush and soft while still looking deliciously male and it was quirked up on one side like he was in on some kind of joke you had missed.

Loudly, someone cleared their throat and shook you out of your stare. You realized you had missed something as Karen looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and Foggy was shaking his head while rolling his eyes.

You gave a little embarrassed chuckle as your cheeks flushed, “Um, sorry, what did I miss? I’m a little out of it, all the excitement and travel today.”

The beautiful man gave a full smile and you nearly stopped breathing again. He stepped forward and with one hand extended, he repeated,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Matt Murdock.”

Copyright © 2023 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

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a/n: ….this was really therapeutic to write. 

summary: little did you know that your new next-door neighbour, the very guy you have an embarrassingly large crush on, is the masked vigilante who saved you a little over a year ago.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, explicit sexual content, rape recovery, ptsd, adorable surrogate parents gay uncles, mostly just a lot of fluff and comforting goodness, total word count is 18k

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

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Seeking Forgiveness [Part One]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Matt always made protecting Hell's Kitchen his priority, you knew that when you'd begun dating him. What you hadn't expected was just how much he'd eventually make it a priority over you, breaking promise after promise to spend his time with you. But when you unexpectedly discover that you're pregnant and Matt yet again breaks a promise to you, the pair of you end up in a fight that ends the relationship before you can even break the news. Though when he later learns the truth, Matt becomes hell bent on seeking your forgiveness.

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: Starting an angsty mini series so I have somewhere to pour my angst until I can start Holding on to You when ATY finishes. Feedback is always appreciated and the installment list for this series can be found here!

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Grabbing the last item on your list for dinner tonight, you set the package of chicken into the basket you were carrying beside the other ingredients. Turning around, you were ready to head towards the checkout, wanting to hurry so you could get over to Matt’s and begin cooking dinner. You were eager to spend the evening with him, desperate not to waste anymore time at the grocery store. But you abruptly stopped in your tracks once the store around you began to spin at the slight movement, the aisles around you blurring in your vision. Raising a hand to your forehead, you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth, standing there and waiting for the dizzy spell to pass, your stomach churning faintly as you did. 

It was a minute before you’d finally opened your eyes again, the brief wave of nausea finally subsiding. Blinking a couple of times, you frowned and rubbed your hand across your forehead in confusion. You'd been experiencing dizzy spells and nausea more frequently this week, hitting you at random when you were at work or trying to get something done around your apartment. Yesterday when you’d bent over to pull a load of laundry out of the dryer one time too many, you’d almost thrown up in your laundry basket. You’d been wondering if maybe you’d been coming down with something for the past couple of days now because of it.

With a sigh you decided that you might as well head over towards the pharmacy while you were already here and grab some vitamins. Maybe you were coming down with something–the flu possibly–and honestly, you really couldn’t afford taking sick days at work right now with everything going on at the office. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to take some multi-vitamins. Maybe they could help you circumvent coming down with something more serious later.

Making your way towards the pharmacy through the busy grocery store, you maneuvered around the crowds of others who had stopped in after work to grab something for dinner, too. Your mind was distracted as you walked, having been looking forward to tonight for the past couple of days now and anxious to get the hell out of here already. It had been difficult for you to focus on anything at work today because it had been so long since you and Matt had a night in together.

You were planning to spend the evening at his apartment tonight and make him one of his favorite meals–and truthfully, it was one of the only things that didn’t seem to turn your stomach lately. You had missed spending the occasional evening in with him. It had certainly been far too long since the pair of you had enjoyed a dinner together before curling up on the couch or in his bed; it had unfortunately been just as long since you’d both had a chance to be intimate together, too. 

Over the past few weeks, Matt had increasingly promised you that he wouldn’t go out as Daredevil and would make time for you instead, but he never actually followed through on any of those promises. After the first few times he'd broken them on you, you'd quickly become disheartened and frustrated, wondering if this was just how things were between you now. You'd hoped that wasn't the case, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt because you knew he hadn’t been in many relationships in the past. But still, he only ever continued to repeatedly break promise after promise on you. 

You’d known Matt was Daredevil for a while now; you’d known that when you'd both officially become a couple. You'd also known that he felt like he had a duty to protect the people of Hell’s Kitchen. That was something you’d fully understood when you’d first entered into a relationship with him. But it had quickly become a problem recently. One you didn’t think Matt fully comprehended the gravity of himself. 

Usually, he’d go out a few nights of the week and stop in at your apartment to stay over with you when he’d finished his patrol. On the nights he didn’t go out, you’d usually stay over at his place and the pair of you would make dinner together before spending most of the evening in bed making up for lost time before actually falling asleep. Recently though, he’d been going out every single night as Daredevil. And he hadn’t been stopping by your place afterwards because you’d eventually learned that he was staying out until almost four in the morning, barely leaving himself time to sleep before he needed to be at the office for work.

He’d told you that there was something going on with a Russian mafia in Hell’s Kitchen and that he’d been worried about it. But over the weeks, you’d watched as he’d become absolutely consumed with tracking down the leader of the mafia. Sometimes you’d see him leaving right after he’d come back from the office on the nights he’d already promised to spend with you before he stayed out scouring rooftops into the early morning hours. You’d barely seen him in weeks because of his near obsession with this Russian mafia. And when you did see him, it was only briefly and he was exhausted, covered in bruises, and incredibly moody. When you’d tried to talk to him the other night, practically begging him to stay in–not even just for you, but for his own sake–he’d been grumpy about it. Though when you’d begun to cry he’d promised you relentlessly that he’d stay in Wednesday night–which was tonight–if you just let him focus on this problem for the previous couple of nights. 

And you had agreed to that. Grudgingly.

Reaching the pharmacy section of the store, your eyes scanned the signs above each aisle, searching for the section you needed as your feet gradually took you past row after row in your search for vitamins. You wanted to grab something and get out of here already, but another twist of your stomach had bile briefly racing up your throat. You immediately stopped mid-step, eyes widening as you threw a hand over your mouth. Thankfully the feeling disappeared as fast it had appeared, the bile disgustingly making its way back from where it had come, but you were yet again left confused. 

Even though you’d thought that maybe you were getting sick with how your body had been acting the past couple of days, you had to admit, you’d never experienced flu symptoms quite like this before. You weren’t running a fever and you hadn’t actually thrown up at any point. You weren’t exactly achy, either. Though you had noticed that your breasts had felt uncomfortable and sore lately, and your nipples had been vastly more uncomfortable rubbing against your bras than usual.

No, you didn’t really feel like you were coming down with the flu. You’d just felt…off.

It wasn’t until you’d returned to your search for vitamins, taking one more step before your eyes landed on the pregnancy tests all neatly lined on a nearby shelf, that the realization hit you. Freezing on the spot as your mouth instantly grew dry, it all suddenly seemed to make sense. 

For the past couple of months you’d been struggling with staying consistent when it came to taking your birth control. You’d even found yourself wondering on multiple occasions if you’d accidentally missed days here and there between the stress of work and the stress of Matt gradually pushing you further and further away constantly being on your mind. You’d confided in him that concern multiple times, too, telling him that you were considering going on a different type of birth control, one that you wouldn’t have to think about. And though he knew you hadn’t switched to anything else yet, he’d never seemed remotely concerned about the possibility of an accidental pregnancy. So the pair of you had continued to have unprotected sex–but looking back on that decision right now, you felt incredibly, absurdly stupid. Though in your defense, you’d thought things had been going well between you both. Matt had asked you to move in with him shortly before he’d become so absorbed in this Russian mafia’s nefarious activities, and he’d even often assured you that if something were to ever accidentally happen, he’d always be there for you.

But now, here you were, quite possibly pregnant because you’d been so goddamn stupid and careless.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

Forcing your feet to move, you headed into the aisle, your eyes focused on the plethora of various pregnancy tests in different shades of blues and pinks. When you came to a stop in front of the shelf, you quickly tried to remember when you’d last had your period, eyes squinting as you thought back. Gasping a moment later, you realized it had been just over a month since you could last recall having it. Wincing at that knowledge, you once again cursed quietly to yourself, panic slowly beginning to settle inside of you. 

For a moment all you could do was stand there staring at the selection of pregnancy tests feeling absolutely overwhelmed and terrified. Fighting the urge to start crying in the middle of the aisle, you focused on just picking one out. Eventually you grabbed a test that promised early accuracy, the box containing three tests inside. You knew from a coworker who had been trying to conceive with her husband that you couldn’t exactly go back to your apartment right now and take one. If you were pregnant, you’d be quite early, and you knew the tests were the most accurate if you used them first thing in the morning. 

Which unfortunately meant you’d have to go over to Matt’s tonight and pretend everything was fine. And you knew that would be difficult with his heightened senses scanning over you, picking up on any little thing that was off. You could never get anything past him. Though maybe his distraction with the Russians would work in your favor for just this one thing tonight.

Hurrying out of the aisle as you tossed the box into your basket, you made your way to the checkout. While you waited in line, gnawing on your thumbnail nervously, you wondered if Matt’s senses could detect pregnancy tests. Would he know what was in the bag with the groceries or could you pass it off as something else? A box of tampons or something? Surely if you told him it had something to do with your period he wouldn’t push and he wouldn’t detect a lie, right?

By the time you’d purchased all your items, you were rushing the two blocks over to Matt’s apartment, moving faster than you ever had through the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Unfortunately the nausea had returned as soon as you stepped out of the elevator and onto his floor, making your stomach turn uncomfortably as you headed down the hallway and towards his apartment door. You honestly couldn’t tell if the nausea was from nerves or from whatever had been going on with you at this point, you just hoped Matt wouldn’t notice it. You’d already figured there was no point in telling him that you might be pregnant tonight and freaking him out if you didn’t know for certain yet.

Eventually you found yourself in front of Matt’s door, your eyes staring at the apartment number on the outside of it. Shaking out your arms and shoulders, you tried to regain your composure, forcing a smile onto your face. Curling your hand into a fist, you reached up and knocked on Matt’s door. It was a moment before you heard the sound of heavy footfalls coming through the apartment, making their way towards you. Frowning, your eyes narrowed as all of your thoughts shifted from the fear of possibly being pregnant to how those footsteps didn’t sound like Matt’s bare feet.

The door swung open a moment later just a fraction, Matt’s confused expression peering at you from around it. You noticed he had a cut on his forehead that hadn’t been there last night and your frown deepened at the sight of it. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked. “What’re you doing here?”

Mouth dropping open, you gaped at him as your brows pulled tight together on your forehead. His question had the same effect as if he’d just slammed his fist into your stomach, knocking the air out of you. Surely he hadn’t forgotten about his plans with you once again, had he?

“I was coming over to make dinner,” you answered him slowly, irritation quickly lacing your tone. “Because you’d said you were staying in tonight with me. Remember? I picked up everything to make your favorite meal after work.”

His head canted more to the side, his eyes pinching tight as if he was trying to recall the plans. Your heart sunk to the floor as you bit your lip, nodding slowly in resignation.

“You forgot again, didn’t you?” you deadpanned. 

“Yeah, I’m–I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said in a rush. “I was actually about to go out. I overheard something big happening tonight on my way home from work and I need to be there. I think I might actually get the information I’ve been looking for tonight.”

“Or you could just, you know, leave Mahoney a tip and let the police and proper authorities deal with this tonight,” you suggested dryly. “Give it a rest for one night. Let your body recover. Spend time with your girlfriend that you’ve barely seen in weeks .”

Matt frowned at you, opening the door further as he asked you to step inside. You hesitated for a second before you did, stepping past the threshold and rolling your eyes at the sight of him already dressed in everything except the helmet of his red suit. It hurt to know he’d probably have slipped out of the apartment if you’d only arrived a few minutes later, leaving you knocking at his door with no answer.

“You know this is what I do,” Matt reminded you. “I’ve never kept it a secret from you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you agreed, unable to hide your annoyance. “But usually you had a better work-vigilante-life balance than you’ve had recently, Matt. You’re like a dog with a goddamn bone lately. You’re not even taking care of yourself. Have you even been eating lately? Sleeping?” You gestured a hand to his bruised and cut face. “Tending to your injuries and recovering?”

Matt’s lips thinned out as he focused on the floor, the muscle twitching in his cheek. You’d annoyed him with this line of questions. Again . As if your care and concern for him was really that irritating for him to hear. The thought of that only angered you further.

“I’m fine,” he said firmly. “And I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night. I promise. I’ll even cook for you.”

You scoffed in annoyance, shaking the bags in your hand. Matt’s face darted in the direction of them, his head tilting a few times as he seemed to observe the contents within the bags.

“I already picked things up for dinner, Matt,” you snapped. “Hurried over to the grocery store right after work and everything. Because we had plans .”

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he told you. “I swear I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night. Spend the whole night in with you. I’ll cook the meal meant for tonight and you can relax with a glass of wine while I do. I’ll clean everything up. And then afterwards–” he continued, shooting you a devilish grin that only had your blood boiling, “–I’m all yours. For the whole night.”

Fist tightening around the grocery bags in your hand, you could feel your nails biting into your palm. That wasn’t exactly what you wanted, and if you were being honest, it felt like another empty promise. But you figured you’d have to give him one more chance. Because if those pregnancy tests came back positive tomorrow morning, you’d need to see him to tell him that news anyway.

“You do realize I’m pissed, right?” you pointed out.

He nodded solemnly, the grin slipping off his face. “Yes and I’m sorry. I really am,” he told you.

Grinding your teeth together, you ran your left hand over your forehead. You felt like crying and screaming simultaneously right now. Though you figured neither of those reactions would actually manage to keep Matt here with you tonight, not with whatever it was he was so desperate to go out and deal with.

“Fine,” you ground out through your teeth. “Tomorrow night, Matt. Don’t break another promise to me, please .”

He nodded quickly, smiling his usual charming smile back at you. “I won’t, you have my word, sweetheart,” he assured you. “I’m all yours tomorrow night.” He stepped forward, planting a brief, barely there kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

You stood there dumbfounded and speechless, watching as he didn’t even wait for a response. He simply spun around, hurrying over towards his coffee table and grabbing the helmet off of it that you must have interrupted him from putting on moments ago. He didn’t even give you a backwards glance or another word, darting over to the stairs and taking them to the roof access two at a time as he pulled the helmet over his face, obscuring his identity. 

And then he was out the door, leaving you standing there alone in his apartment with the grocery bags full of what was supposed to have been tonight’s romantic dinner in your hands.

“Love you, too,” you whispered to the empty room, not even certain he’d been listening outside.

Shoulders dropping in defeat, you made your way into his kitchen and over to the fridge. Pulling the door open, you saw how empty it was inside–more bare than usual even. Shaking your head at how little he’d been taking care of himself recently, you began to unload the groceries into his fridge, wondering if you really would be eating dinner with him tomorrow like he’d once again promised, or if he'd break it and your heart in one night.

All day long your heart had been in your throat, pounding so vigorously that it constantly left you feeling like you were going to somehow choke on it. It’d been like that ever since you’d woken up early this morning and pissed into a disposable cup that you’d had left over from your apartment warming party earlier this year–a time where you and Matt had certainly been happier together. You’d opened up all three pregnancy tests afterwards, putting each one in the cup for the allotted time that the instructions had said. And you’d certainly read them meticulously, going over them at least five times before you’d used them, wanting to make sure the results were accurate.

All three came back with two pink lines that were impossible to miss.

You’d nearly thrown up right then on the spot, terrified of being pregnant when you hadn’t planned on it. You were even more terrified at the prospect of telling Matt the news, even if he had always told you that he'd be there for you. You really didn't want to be alone, not in something like this. 

Though you knew his lifestyle certainly didn’t lend itself to him being a father–especially lately with how he was always out nearly all night pushing his body harder than he should’ve been. He certainly hadn’t been there for you much himself lately, either. How the hell was he going to handle finding out he was actually going to be a father? Could he actually be one with the way he kept prioritizing the people of Hell’s Kitchen above everything else, including his own well being? Because with how he’d been acting the past few weeks, breaking promise after promise to you, you weren’t so sure anymore. You weren’t even so sure of your relationship with him at this point, or what he even thought of it himself considering how little he’d been invested in it over the past few weeks.

Now here you were, once again standing just outside of his apartment door, struggling to find the courage to knock on it. And the fact that you’d been standing here for a few minutes wringing your hands and he had not even come to the door to answer it only meant one of two things. He was either distracted and getting ready to go out as Daredevil again, having forgotten once more about his plans with you, or he’d already gone out.

With a trembling hand, you forced yourself to finally knock on the door. If Matt didn’t answer then you supposed you’d have your answer on what he thought about the relationship. Still, that didn’t stop the way your hand continued to shake as you knocked, three loud, sharp raps ringing out that you knew he couldn’t possibly miss. Sucking in a breath, you held it as you waited anxiously for the sound of his footsteps.

It was only seconds later when you heard them, grimacing when they neared the door. They sounded far too heavy to have been his bare feet. They had to have been his boots, though you desperately hoped he just hadn’t taken off his dress shoes yet. Maybe he’d gotten home from work late. Your heart pounded harder in your chest as you clung to that hope.

The door swung open just a bit, revealing Matt’s face once again peering around it. He only ever hid around the side of the door when he was in his suit, trying to hide the evidence of his alter ego from the sight of his neighbors. But he at least had the nerve to look abashed and apologetic this time. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten he'd made plans with you, but from the bit of red peeking out behind the door, you knew what his plans had actually been for the night.

“Hey, come on in, sweetheart,” he said softly.

Jaw tight, you wrapped your arms across your chest and stepped inside past him. You could feel your chest tightening as you looked over your shoulder, watching as Matt closed the door after you and giving you plenty of time to examine him in his red suit. He once again had everything already pulled on except for his helmet, which a quick glance over to the living room proved was sitting out expectantly on his coffee table. You hugged your arms tighter around your chest, eyes dropping dejectedly down to the floor. You supposed you’d had your answer now, even if you hadn’t voiced the question.

Daredevil and Hell’s Kitchen meant more to him than you or this unborn child probably would. And you figured they probably always would mean more to Matt. 

And that fucking hurt.

Your vision blurred as tears began to well in your eyes. Hands balling tighter into fists, you could feel the faint tremble beginning in your knees. You had a feeling this wasn't going to end well, one way or another. Because you certainly couldn't stand to be treated like this any longer, especially not if you were going to be having a child, and he certainly didn't seem to care about how he had been treating you. 

“Sweetheart,” Matt began carefully, “I know I promised to stay in tonight. I know that. But there’s a meeting going on tonight with the Russians. I might be able to disrupt it if I leave here soon.”

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from falling. The sound caused Matt to wince, his head snapping towards you instantly. He reached a hand out to your shoulder, clearly intending to try and comfort you, but you abruptly twisted out of his reach, uncaring if the gesture hurt him. He’d already hurt you plenty already.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“No you’re not,” you grit out, glaring up at him. “Stop saying that, Matt. You’re not sorry or you wouldn’t keep breaking your promises to me.”

His dark brows drew together on his face, his head canting to the side. He actually looked confused and for some reason that only had you wanting to laugh–though you didn't. 

“Of course I’m sorry. Do you think I like hurting you?” he asked. 

“Then stop doing it, Matt,” you openly begged. “Take off the suit. Stay in with me tonight. Hell, stop by the precinct long enough to just give Mahoney a tip for the meeting and then come back, even. But–” you swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat as you felt the tears threatening to spill, “–don’t break another promise to me, Matt. Not tonight. Please . I am actually begging you this time.”

Matt inhaled a sharp breath, his lips thinning as he gazed down at you. A second later his gloved hands landed on his hips, something you knew he did when he was frustrated. The first tear slipped down your cheek at the sight, watching as his weight shifted back and forth between his feet.

“Sweetheart,” Matt began, an edge to his tone, “you know this is what I do. You’ve always known that. Always. And you agreed to be with me anyway.” He waved a hand at his suit, his eyes narrowing back at you. “This is a part of me. A part of my life. It isn’t going anywhere.”

"I know that, Matt," you told him, voice breaking as you spoke, more tears streaking down your face. "But this? Going out every night? Not sleeping or eating? Not giving your body time to heal? That isn't good for you. And the way you've been neglecting our relationship–"

"I have not been neglecting it, sweetheart," he said dryly, cutting you off.

You startled at his tone, gasping in surprise. Matt had never spoken to you like this before, and certainly not when you'd been so visibly upset. There was no way he couldn't tell the tears were rolling down your cheeks right now, no way he couldn't tell that you were crying. 

"There are things going on in Hell’s Kitchen that I need to deal with," he continued roughly, his face firm as he spoke. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do tonight."

"Matt," you began softly, trying to fight the tremble in your voice, "I told you at lunch there was something important I needed to tell you tonight. To talk with you about."

He shifted again on his feet, his hands tightening on his hips. His lips pressed further together in irritation, his eyes hardening back at you in a way that didn't feel like the Matt you'd always known. He looked cold and unyielding right now.

"Then you can tell me later tonight, after I deal with this," he told you. 

"It's important , Matt," you pushed. "We need to talk. We need to–"

"And it'll still be important later," he snapped, turning and heading down the hall towards his living room. "I need to go. I don't have time to argue with you right now."

His words hit you hard, your arms hugging around yourself even tighter. Was he really going to prioritize this city over you again ?

You hurried down the hall after him, watching as he snatched his helmet from off the coffee table. You could feel your panicked pulse jumping in your throat as you wiped the back of your hand across your damp cheeks. You needed to try to get him to listen. He needed to know what you'd found out this morning–that you were pregnant with his child. You didn't want to be alone figuring things out right now, not after discovering just how much your life was changing only this morning. You wanted Matt to hold you and tell you everything would be alright. That he'd meant it when he said before that he would be there for you.

You didn’t want to be alone. Not right now. Not with this.

"Matt, stop, please," you pleaded again. "Stay and talk to me." You swallowed hard, wincing as your next words came out sounding so weak and broken. "I need you."

He spun on his heel towards you, the movement so abrupt that you startled and stumbled a step back. Your eyes instantly widened in shock at the anger reflecting back at you, the set of his features more of the Devil than your usual sweet Matty. 

"I'm not doing this right now!" he snarled at you. "This city needs me, too. If you want to talk, you can wait for me here until I get back. Otherwise–" he snapped, throwing a hand towards the apartment door, "–you know where the door is, sweetheart. Feel free to leave!"

Your mouth fell open in shock at his words, entirely speechless as you gaped back at him. He pulled the helmet on over his head, covering the anger in his eyes but not the sneer on his mouth–the same mouth that had only ever curled into loving smiles at you previously.

"You can't be serious," you whispered. 

" Completely ," he growled at you. "Feel free to leave like everyone else that can't accept me for who I am."

"Matt, that's not–"

"I'll be back later," he said, tone suddenly indifferent as he turned and made his way towards the stairs. "Be here or don't. That's on you."

The tears began to spill down your cheeks faster at his words, a hand flying over your mouth to muffle the sob that slipped out of you. Matt continued on his way up the stairs, his focus only on the door to the roof. He didn't make any attempt to comfort you or to keep you here. No attempt to apologize or to show his willingness to listen to you or your needs. He didn't do anything other than walk out that door and let it close with a loud bang behind himself. 

A strangled sob slipped out of your lips as you stumbled backwards again, overcome with a surge of emotions as the tears continued to burn hot trails down your cheeks. Your arms slid down your chest, wrapping lower around your abdomen. Gaze dropping down towards it, another whimper left you. Somewhere in there was Matt’s child. And it felt like he couldn’t have cared in the least–about you or what you had needed to tell him. Not with the way he'd just walked out on you like that. 

Which meant he probably wouldn’t even have cared if you had broken the news to him. If he’d given you a moment to tell him that you were pregnant, you were sure he’d still have stormed off into the night. He’d still have believed he was needed more in Hell’s Kitchen than by you and this unborn child. Which left you feeling exactly the way you didn’t want to be feeling.

Alone.

Spinning on your heel, you hurried back down his entryway hall before flinging his apartment door open. The sound of your own sobs filled your ears as you slammed the door shut behind yourself. As you stepped out into the hallway, you hoped Matt heard the way it had banged shut. Hoped it hurt him as much as he'd just hurt you. Because no matter what he said, he was the one who’d chosen to walk out the door first– not you.

But if that’s the way he wanted things, you weren’t going to beg him anymore. He could have his beloved city. You had other things you needed to focus on. Like finding an obstetrician and picking up prenatal vitamins. Figuring out what to expect during pregnancy and how the hell you were going to raise a child by yourself in New York City. Because you were certain Matt wouldn’t be in the picture, not in any way that would actually help you. And while you knew you didn’t have the heart to keep your child from their father, you still had almost nine more months before Matt really needed to know the truth. 

You pushed the button for the elevator at the end of the hall, wiping your hands across your cheeks. It hurt you more than he'd ever know for you to have walked out that door tonight, but you also knew you deserved better. Knew that he wouldn't be any help to you while you were pregnant, not with the way he'd been acting. He'd only make everything more complicated and difficult for you. You'd tell him eventually, when you'd had time to cool off and to try to get over him and this failed relationship. After you’d had time to figure things out when it came to having this baby. You'd make sure he eventually knew the truth before the baby was born, but right now you needed to accept that you were on your own and that things were over with Matt.

So to hell with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

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The Red Room - Pt. 2 (Matt Murdock x Reader)

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Part 1 Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Summary: You learn a secret about Matt as he continues to help you escape the Red Room. Your assignment grows more and more suspicious, and a trip down memory lane sends you spiraling.

(Warnings: guns, physical fighting, cursing, references to psychological torture, eventual smut lol, references to reader’s life as a Black Widow, reader threatens Matt, reader doesn’t know Matt is Daredevil, this is somewhat of a divergence from the canon story, watch me make shit up about the Red Room)

The air was somewhere close to freezing, even though the sun was out, and even then, it took you 15 minutes of shaking in your boots to realize that it had been months since you’d seen the sun. Your missions were almost always carried out at night, when you could use the darkness to your advantage. The rest of your time was spent training on the air carrier that the Widows called home base.  

It was pure luck that you had been close enough to a payphone to call the number on the business card. You’d gotten a couple chances before then, but each time you’d dialed the number, you would lose your nerve and hang up before the first ring could finish. Not this time, though. 

A polite, female voice answered, and you couldn’t tell if that soothed or unnerved you. The man on the roof had used ‘he’ when referencing his friend, so you weren’t exactly expecting a woman to be on the other end of the line.  

“Can I help you?” 

“Is Murdock in?” You ran your fingers along the cord, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. 

“Yes, I’ll transfer you now. Is he expecting your call?” 

“I think so?”  

The line trilled for a few moments before a man picked up, and god damnit if you didn’t recognize his voice almost immediately. 

 “This is Matthew Murdock. Can I ask who’s calling?” 

“Oh. My fucking. God.” You muttered into the phone. You resisted the urge to hang up the phone and then destroy the payphone entirely. 

“Excuse me?” Confusion rang clear in his tone. 

“You’re the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” 

“I see you’ve done some research.” Matt cleared his throat, but you could tell his signature smirk was resting on his face. “I’m assuming this is the girl from the roof?” 

“I don’t know. Do you meet a lot of women on rooftops, Matthew?” You gritted your teeth.  

“Not particularly. What took you so long to call?” 

“I’ve been busy. And I had to wait until I knew it was safe to call, which by the way, isn’t guaranteed on these payphones. Meet me in the same place as last time in half an hour, okay?” You paused. “Please?” 

“I’ll see you soon.” 

The line clicked, and you listened to the dial tone for much longer than you meant to. Were you really doing this? You nodded, even though you weren’t talking to anyone. Yes, you were really doing this. This was your only shot at getting out, possibly finding your birth mother, and finally making a life of your own.  

Matt found you on the roof not long after you’d settled down to observe your target. He was back at the same diner, and you were still under strict instructions not to kill him. You still didn’t understand why they’d send you on such low rank missions, but it wasn’t your job to ask questions. You were trained to obey. 

When Matt cleared his throat behind you, you didn’t know what to expect in his appearance, but you certainly weren’t expecting red glasses and a walking cane. You eyed his dress suit. Clearly, he came straight from his office. He hadn’t dawned the costume for this meeting, which either meant he was planning on a quick meeting, or he didn’t think he needed to keep up appearances now that you’d figured out who he was. 

“You’re blind.” The minute the observation was out of your mouth, you felt like a dumbass. Obviously he knew he was blind, and you clearly needed to work on your social skills if you were going to defect from the Red Room and enter the real world.  

“Oh, shit. You’re right!” Matt laughed, folding his cane up and leaning against the ledge of the roof near you.  

“Sorry.” You grimaced. “That came out wrong. What I meant to say was ‘Sorry for nearly killing you on the roof the other night.’” 

“Ancient history, darling.” Matt grinned, pulling a manilla envelope from his jacket’s inner pocket.  

“What’s that?” 

“This is how we’re going to get you out. I helped another Widow a while back, and she gave me intel on the way the Red Room tracks the Widows. Everything you need to know is in that folder, and I’ll be running point on the technical stuff like passports, ID’s, and even library card records. You could be out and on the beach in Italy in three weeks if everything goes well.” 

“That was fast.” You flipped through the different documents, some half-finished, some only missing a photo or a name. 

“I started working on in the night we met.” He shrugged, like what he was doing wasn’t highly dangerous and an incredibly risky move. 

“Thank you.” You squeaked, suddenly overcome with an emotion you couldn’t place. “Can I ask you to do something else for me?” 

“Of course.” 

“My birth mother,” you started, swallowing your fear, “I don’t know if you have any idea how I could find her. I don’t even know my birth name. And I can’t trust anything that I’ve been told about her.” 

“I’ll see what I can do, but…” Matt bristled, clearly too uncomfortable to blatantly ask whatever he needed to know. 

“What is it?” You asked, looking away from him.  

“How do you feel about spitting in a cup?” 

- 

“Well, now that that’s sorted.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. To say that you didn’t have ‘spit in a cup for an almost-stranger’ on your to-do list today would be a massive understatement.  

“It’s a stretch, but you’d be surprised how many records are digital now. If your mom was ever in the system, her DNA would be there, too. It’s a starting point, at least.” 

“I wish I could give you more than a ‘thank you’, but I don’t actually own anything.” You muttered, wishing in that moment so badly that you’d had a normal childhood.  

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure we can think of ways for you to repay me.” Matt grinned, “Like cleaning the office toilet. And rubbing my feet after long nights.” 

You laughed, and the sound startled you. When was the last time you’d laughed? Had it really been years since you’d had something to smile at, let alone laugh at? You wracked your brain to remember a time that you’d felt joy, or even a glimpse of happiness, but you came up empty.  

“Where’d you go?” Matt asked, tilting his head.  

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head, refocusing on the target you were supposed to be surveilling. He was in the same booth as last time, but much more sober and alert. He checked the time on his watch for the third time since he’d sat down, almost like he was waiting for someone to show up.  

Matt returned the documents to the envelope while you glanced around the street below. Your eyes snagged on the two people entering the diner. The target was waiting for someone, like you had deduced, but what you hadn’t expected was that person to be a first grader with a glittery unicorn themed backpack on. The other person, who you guessed had to be the mother of the little girl, waved as she exited the diner and headed back the way she came. 

You let out a slow breath. Whatever the Red Room’s goal was with this target, it couldn’t be good for that little girl. You dreaded the day your orders would come through, and hoped that Matt could get you out before that day came.  

“Who is it that you’re watching?” Matt asked, unfolding his cane. 

“Some tech genius that managed to piss off the wrong people. I’ve been watching him for weeks, but they haven’t asked me to pull the trigger yet. I didn’t know he had a kid, though.” 

“Would you?” 

“Would I what?” You asked. The girl was now showing your target her sparkly pencil case.  

“Shoot him. If they asked you to.”  

“I would’ve, once.” You admitted. “But their psychological bullshit doesn’t work on me anymore. I don’t want to be an assassin.” 

“What do you want to be?” He pried, fiddling with his cane.  

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “But I know I don’t want to kill for Dreykov anymore.” 

Matt nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. 

“What was the name of the Widow you helped?”  

You had been wondering this since he’d mentioned it on the roof the first night you’d met. You couldn’t recall a Widow that had escaped, but they made sure to keep the Widows separated from each other for that very reason. There was no gossip, no friends, no connection when you were in the Red Room. You were a warrior, a clone, an assassin. You were one of Dreykov’s knives, a weapon of mass destruction, at best. At worst, you were no one and nothing. 

“Natasha.” Matt responded. “Did you know her?” 

Your blood ran cold. You knew Natasha. Everyone did, because she was public enemy number one for a Widow. If you found her, your orders, along with every single one of the thousands of active Widows in the Red Room, were to bring her to Dreykov. Dead or alive, he didn’t care, but Natasha had been missing for years, and no one could find any trace of her.�� 

“No.” You finally replied. “I don’t know her.” 

You didn’t know why you lied to him. Thus far, Matt had been the only person you had ever been able to trust, but something about opening up to him about your time in the Red Room felt wrong. You weren’t ready to expose the horrors you’d experienced in the Red Room, and certainly not to a man you barely knew. 

“Okay.” Matt nodded and a small smile crept onto his face. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. They have no reason to suspect you. We’ll talk soon, okay?” 

“Okay.” You nodded. “Thanks for all the help.” 

“Thanks for not shooting me.”

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Riddle Me This 🎀

Summary: Matt’s daughter is a quizzical child, and those questions are always very interesting. Part of the Robinverse.

Warnings:Allusions to cannon typical violence, pregnant reader, AFAB! Female identifying reader.

A/N: Based on this ask. Really really fun, keep them requests rolling, I love answering them.

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Jackie is a quizzical child, with two lawyers as parents how could she not be. Her eye for detail even at the ripe old age of four was a force to be reckoned with, and it showed in her everyday conversations with her parents.

“Why do I gotta nap mommy? Daddy doesn’t nap!” The girl huffed as she rubbed her eyes and settled down into her parent’s bed anyway. She always naps in your bed, Matt almost insists on it, because then his bed smells like his whole family, and it helps him sleep.

“Daddy is a crazy person who thinks sleep is for weenies, and when he doesn’t nap he gets grumpy and falls asleep while we watch Encanto, daddy is a bad example.” You huff and Matt scoffs from the kitchen and mutters about ‘Not needing sleep,’ and ‘I don’t need to hear we don’t talk about Bruno for the 400th time.’ But continues to listen to the exchange.

“What about you? You don’t nap!” Jackie huffed triumphantly.

“Oh kid, I nap all the time, I just nap while YOU nap so you don’t see me do it. I’m growing another of your daddy’s super babies, I nap A LOT!” Jackie is stumped by that one. Mommy naps? Mommy doesn’t nap. Unless she does nap while she naps…

“Ok, then you nap too!” She grins triumphantly, throwing back the covers with her dad’s signature ‘cat got the canary’ grin. She wants to prove a point. Your face goes blank, before an evil grin creeps up on it.

“Okay Jackie, I will take a nap.” Then you snuggled down next to her and promptly fell asleep.

Matt had been waiting for you for about twenty minutes before he went to look for you. When he found you, you were curled up next to your daughter… fast asleep.

“Psst- Robin!? What are you doing?” He whisper yelled, and you stirred awake. “I thought we were gonna fold laundry?”

“Your daughter asked me why she has to take a nap, then she said that you don’t have to, and I told her that you were a bad example because you don’t nap, and then I told her I nap, so she said we had to do it together.” You summarized between yawns. “I thought I would just lay here until she fell asleep, then I fell asleep, because your active ass devil baby didn’t let me sleep last night.”

Matt rolled his eyes and left the room for a second and you shrugged and laid back down, eyes dropping closed. He came back a second later carrying your over stuffed laundry basket, and you looked at him blearily confused.

“What are you doing Matthew?” You chuckled as he plopped down on his side of the bed.

“Well I’m not gonna sit out there and fold laundry all alone, go back to sleep Robin.”

He huffed, pressing play on his ‘Princess Bride’ audio book and proceeding to fold clothes.

“Okay Bats, nighty night.”

Another such instance of curiosity came in the form of Frank and Peter passing out in your living room.

“Mommy,” whispered Jackie, sitting on Peter’s back watching cartoons and playing with his hair while he slept. “Why are Petey and Uncle Frank sweeping in the living room?”

“Because, they went out last night, and they were too tired to go home.” You whispered back, trying to quietly make pancakes for your house full of exhausted vigilantes. (Matt and Wade were still asleep, Matt in your bed, and Wade on Jackie’s floor curled up with the unicorn plush she gave him last night when she woke up after a nightmare. He took care of threatening the monsters in her closet with his katanas.)

“Okay, did they fight bears?” She whispered and you stoped what you were doing to stare at her incredulously.

“What?” You chuckled, staring at your daughter in wonder from across the room.

“Well, Uncle Frank had a biiiiig scratch in his side, and Uncle Wade had bear spray.” You did a double take at that one.

“Uncle Wade had what!?” You spoke at full volume and Frank and Peter began to stir, you fixed your volume and asked again. “What do you mean?”

“He threatened the monsters in my closet with bear spray and his swords.” She shrugged and you guffawed.

“Good lord, no, they didn’t-“ you stopped, trying to figure out how you would explain that her favorite uncles, who brought her candy, and gifts, and let her paint their nails, were actually brutal crime fighting vigilantes. “Uh.. yeah. They fought a bear. A big grizzly with nasty teeth and terrible claws.” You shrugged as Matt wandered into the kitchen, with his hoody unzipped and pajama pants slung low on his hips. He kissed your cheek softly, and settled down on the floor in front of Jackie and Peter on the couch. He leaned back, using Peter as a pillow, and puckered his lips. Jackie leaned down to kiss him, and she noticed he had a gash over his eye, nodding grimly as she placed her little hands on his cheeks.

“Oh, Daddy helped fight the bear too.” She Said, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her head on top of his. Matt turned his head in your general direction with an eyebrow raised in skepticism.

“Yeah baby, daddy helped your uncles fight a bear last night, and they came back and stayed here.” You shrugged and Matt nodded his head in an ‘Ah, got it.’ Kinda way.

“Awe, Dada.” Jackie cooed, kissing him again. “It’s not good to fight bears, you gotta let Spiderman and Daredevil do it.” You snorted and Matt chuckled a bit and let his chin drop to his chest.

“You got it bug, next time we will leave the bear fights to the professionals.” He conceded, pulling the little girl over his shoulder and on to his lap as he heard Peter start to stir.

“MmmmBanana pancakes.” Peter groaned as he sat up, plucking Jackie back from her father, who looked scandalized to be robbed of his baby. “Mom? Can mine have chocolate chips?”

“Yeah mommy!” Jackie squealed, “chocy chips for Petey and me!”

“Ooh!” Wade shuffled into the living roof, stretching and groaning. Matt winced, his joints sounded terrible after sleeping on Jackie’s floor, and he almost felt bad for the guy. “Can I have chocolate chips too mommy?” Aaaand his sympathy was gone. He kicked Wade in the knee, knocking him into Frank who awoke with a start.

“Wade, you call me mommy again and I’ll be wearing your nuts as a necklace.”

Jackie asked some tough questions too, some that really took time and effort to explain. The nature of these answers could sometimes be incredibly testy, and you never wanted to scare her or not put enough effort into your answers, so things could get really difficult.

“Dadda?” The little girl asked one night, curled into Matt’s side while you cooked dinner. “Why can’t you see my pictures?” Matt took a deep breath and heard your knife pause in its work in the kitchen before picking back up again.

“Well princess, daddy’s eyes are broken.” He said, turning his head towards his little girl, letting her take off his glasses to look into his blank stare. “Daddy can’t see anything. That’s why I read special books with dots, and why I can’t drive a car, and I can’t paint your nails. You see, daddy got in an accident when he was a little boy. There was an old man who was crossing the street, and a big truck full of extra special chemicals had an accident and it almost hit him. So I pushed him out of the way, and the chemicals got in my eyes, so now I can’t see.“ Jackie seemed to ponder this for a second, debating on what to do with this information.

“Daddy, you’re not broke! You’re special.”

She snuggled into his side, and then she did something he didn’t expect. “I have red hair, and brown eyes. Im missing my front toof, My hair is curly like mommy’s, and my fingernails are blue. Your hair is brown and kinda short, you’re very tall, and your eyes are brown like mine. You have really big hands, and they have these thingies on your knuckles. They make you look tough.” The little girl proceeded to describe all of your close friends and family, and her momma, who was quote, ‘The prettiest lady she had ever seen including Elsa.’ Matt felt himself tearing up the longer she went, and he could hear you sniffling in the kitchen.

When she finished, he asked her why she did it.

“Now you don’t need to see! You know what we all look like! If you ever want to see, you let me know. I’ll be your eyes dada.” Matt hugged the precious girl closer, and he thanked every Angel and saint and the good lord in heaven that they blessed him with such a perfect little girl.

Then there were those hard nights. Nights when Matt wasn’t home, and the only thing that could soothe her is her beloved dada, and he wasn’t here. Those questions were the toughest, because you really didn’t know how to answer. Sure, Jackie is a clever kid, but telling her her dad is a superhero? Expecting her to keep it under wraps? That’s tough. So, you don’t tell her, and you deal with the nights that all she can do is throw a tantrum, because she wants her daddy and he’s not here.

“BUT WHERE IS HE!?” Jackie screamed, almost choking on her sobs, while you were struggling not to sob yourself. Jackie was sick, terrible fever, she wasn’t keeping anything down, snotty, the whole nine. The poor baby was absolutely miserable, and to top it all off her dad had been gone all day. “Why is DADA GONE! I WANT HIM!” She sobbed again, her whole little body trembling with them as she heaved out cry after cry. She hadn’t really slept all day, and she couldn’t seem to sleep unless you were holding her, or she was in your bed.

“Jackie, please don’t cry bug, he’s working and soon he will be home ok?”you tried again, sitting on the floor by the crying toddler’s head while she continued to throw a fit.

“Why? Why can’t he be here mommy?” It broke your heart, and you were at a complete loss for words. She wept, and then, thankfully, you heard your husband at the door. He stooped low, practically crawling to the little girl, whose fevered body was pressing into the cold tiles of their bathroom floor. When he got to her, he plucked her up, and once her arms and legs were securely wrapped around his neck and waist, he pulled you to lay your head on his knee. In that moment, no other words were needed, Matt’s presence was enough. His exhausted girls

We’re sated having him right where they needed him, at home. When Jackie’s furious tears subsided, he began to explain.

“Jackie, what is my nickname?” He says, stroking her back in calm circular motions, while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Batman, mommy calls you Batman.” She sniffs, as if the answer was obvious.

“That’s right. Momma calls me Batman and there are two reasons why. Do you know the first one?” Jackie shook her head, frustrated, and Matt nodded assuringly.

“That’s ok Jacks,” he soothed, “you don’t have to know the answer. Mommy calls me Batman, and I call her Robin, because we’re a team. Me, you, and Mommy are like Batman, Robin, and Batgirl. We’re a team. We work together to take care of each other. Part of being on a team, is being able to tell each other when we’re upset, and when we need something. So are you upset little bug?” The little girl nodded, and your eyes closed, content to let Matt parent for a moment. “Okay, can you tell me why?” Jackie shook her head, and Matt nodded. “That’s ok, is it a lot of things?” She nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, it’s okay to be upset about a lot of things. Is one of them because I wasn’t home when you needed me?” Jackie nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, I get upset sometimes when you and mommy aren’t with me. Can I tell you my second reason mommy calls me Batman?” Jackie looked up at him quizzically and he smiled encouragingly. “Mommy calls me Batman, because when I’m out working, I’m helping people.” Jackie looks confused, so you but in.

“Right, he’s helping people. Do you know what mommy and daddy do for a living?” You ask gently, reaching a hand up gently to rub her leg, the only thing you could reach from your cozy spot on the floor. “We’re lawyers, that means when bad people hurt someone, we fight to get the people that they hurt help. Your daddy though, your daddy is extra special, because he also does his best when he’s not at home to stop people from getting hurt in the first place. He tries to make New York a better place. Just like Batman tries to save Gotham.”

“That’s right,” Matt nods, squeezing your hand gratefully, “That doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t important. Daddy can get carried away sometimes, so it’s important that we talk to each other so I know when they need me. I never want you to feel neglected baby girl, and I’m so sorry I made you upset, that was no good, but I won’t know how to help if you don’t tell me.” He draws back and meets his daughter’s tired gaze, caressing her curls and kissing her forehead. “So, can you accept my apology? Will you let me try to do better?” Jackie nodded and threw her little arms around Matt’s shoulders.

“It’s okay daddy, I love you.” She sniffled, burying her little face in Matt’s neck.

“Thank you sweet baby, I love you too.” Matt sighs, content to just hold his little family for a while. He listens to Jackie’s breathing settle, and soon she’s fast asleep.

“Alright Robin, she’s asleep, wanna go to bed?” He says, standing gently and offering you a hand.

“Oh lord Bats, if you think I can pull myeslf up with limited help while I’m growing another of your rosemary’s babies? You’re delusional. Go put Batgirl to bed and come back for me. I’ll wait right here.” You huffed and Matt chuckled. “I love you Batman.” You grin up at him from your spot on the floor and he grins, bending to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you too Robin, there’s nobody I’d rather have devil babies with.”

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“you used to tell me prayings useless- it’s a waste of time, now you tell me that you were joking but you’re god damn right, but when you’re reaching up to heaven through these gates of mine- i see jesus in your eyes”