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selenaurrr · 4 years

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Never Let Me Go

REQUESTED: Yes

PAIRING: Matt Casey x Reader

WARNING(S): Heartbroken & Jealously

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I slowly peeled my eyes open feeling a strong arms snaked around my waist pulling me ever so closely towards them. I felt my head slightly dizzy from the wine I drank last night. I awoke in a pool of sunlight and looked directly over at the alarm clock, it was only six-thirty in the morning but the birds outside were singing so loudly that there was no chance in hell I was getting back to sleep.

He kissed my back as he snuggled me ever so tightly against him. I looked over my shoulder to see a adorable smile planted on his face. As I rolled over onto my back to look directly at him. "You're amazing" He said smiling. Him and I started to playing with each others hands. I took a quick look at him and quickly giggled, wrapping the bed sheets against my naked body as we both laid there naked in bed together.

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips once more, before crawling out of bed and into the bathroom, where I dropped the bed sheets to the floor. “I’ll be out in a couple of minutes, save me a plate!” I shouted, “Will do!”

I closed the door to the bathroom. I lay my towel and placed my clothing on the sink counter and I turned on the shower. As the bathroom gotten steamy from the hot water, I felt the steam against my bare skin, I inhale the heat. Wanting to relax I adjust the water, it’s still hot but not too hot, just the way I like it. I slip one leg under the water, hot against my bare skin yet soothing, I stepped fully into the shower, the hot water cascades down my curves warming me up and relieving my stresses. Eyes closed, the water running over my naked body. I begin to wash, the delicious smell of strawberries shampoo filling the room, after I scrub my hair, I poured coconut scented body wash on my loofah, I rinse the soap off my body.

I turned off the water, I stepped out of the shower wet and naked. I turned to grab a hold of a fluffy towel from the cupboard and started to dry off. I placed on my laced bra and underwear, as I reached for my grey sweatshirt, and quickly placed it over my head to cover my bare-naked torso, I bend blue jeans; I tied my long hazelnut hair into a messy bun, once I tucked in what’s left of the strands of hair sticking out from my messy bun, I opened the bathroom door and walked down the hallway into the kitchen where the smell of eggs began sizzling the moment they hit the pan, bubbling up and turning opaque. I smiled, briefly walking into kitchen where I watched him cook breakfast for him and I.

He flipped the eggs briefly and then slid them onto a plate, done over-easy, just the way we like them. He had already cooked up some hash browns, nice and crispy, and was starting to put bread in the toaster. He picked up the skillet he used for the eggs, and started washing.

I wrapped my arms encircle him and pulled him close, “How did I ever get so lucky?” I sheepishly smiled.

I sat down at the table; the cold wood of the chair was really refreshing against my skin. Matt started to approaching me with two plates, full of food. His smile was almost ear to ear as he got closer. “Here’s your breakfast, hope you like it.” He said as he placed both plates down on the table with a slight bang.

I quickly closed the front door shut and locked the apartment up, and heading down the hallway towards the elevator and out of the apartment condo, where I caught a glimpse of Matt sitting in his truck waiting for me, “We can go now,” I smiled, he nodded his head and off we went.

Just riding in the truck next to you, some goofy so-and-so song we know all the words to playing through the speakers. I sing along over dramatically. On our way to the firehouse, my feet tap along to the music, as his fingers drum the steering wheel. Our other hands are clasped, light and loose so the sun doesn’t permanently fuse them together. I love to trace around your wrist, the soft underside of your arm.

His truck came to a halt as we pulled up close to the firehouse, Matt took out his keys out of the ignition, as we unbuckle our seat belts and open the passenger door and driver’s door, “Hey, give your girl a kiss,” kissing him so passionately, moaning onto his mouth, I pulled away from him.

I smirked, throwing my grey duffel bag over one of my shoulders as I step out of the truck, “Morning, lovebirds,” Kelly said, walking by with his bag over his shoulder as he smirked at the both of us.

Matt and I walked side by side as we both entered the locker room together, where we met with Stella, Sylvie and Otis talking among themselves as they were getting dressed, “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey,” I smiled, I brushed up against Matt as I walked around him to my locker, I open my locker dropping my duffel bag beside me, and slowly started to strip grabbing a hold of grey t-shirt, and quickly placed it over my head to cover my bare-naked torso showing. I bend down and searched for my pair of black pants along with my belt and white socks.

I tied my hazelnut hair into a messy bun, once I tucked in what's left of the strands of hair sticking out from my messy bun, I quickly shut my locker door and walked out of the locker room heading down the hallway on the apparatus floor where I met up with Sylvie to restock the ambulance.

I was helping Sylvie restocking the ambulance when Matt and the others walked onto the apparatus floor to do some minor drills, when he stopped dead in his tracks looking onward into the distance, seeing something I wasn’t seeing at all. I slowly climbed out of the back of ambulance to see where he was going, that’s when my eyes locked on to Gabriela Dawson.

Tension surrounded my eyes as I watched on, the alarm sounded off leaving her standing outside alone until she decided to come closer and closer towards the firehouse stepping foot onto the apparatus floor, Sylvie jumped off the back of the ambulance and walked past me embracing Gabriela into her arms, hugging her tightly.

I watched as they both giggled and talked to one another, catching up on old conversations they had between each other like the old times, I on the other hand kept my distance as Kelly and everyone else came onto the apparatus floor now, giving tight hugs welcoming her back and that they missed her. My heart started pounding in my chest, am I sensing a bit of jealously? I can’t be.

She stood among everyone around her bringing up funny moments and best moments when she was here, I felt his eyes glued to her and only her. “How long are you in town?”

“Um, until Friday, in and out,” She smiled hugging Stella.

“Uh, we will take all the time we can get,” Stella spoke, smiling widely.

“You staying for lunch?” Chief Boden asked, peering over everyone else in the room.

“I don’t know, is Cruz cooking?” She playfully smirked, “Ha ha ha, It’s like you never left,” He added, erupting laughter.

Matt and her exchanged a quick glanced at one another, “Hey, guys why don’t we give Dawson and Casey a minute to catch up?” Sylvie spoke with glee, mentioning everyone to fall back.

Disgusting.

I didn’t want to leave the apparatus floor where those two were left among themselves, him and her had a lot of history together back before I joined the firehouse, he says he only has eyes for me; clearly not.

I tried not to let it bother me, but it was.

I set down my bowl of soup onto the wooden table as I pulled up my chair behind me, I looked around the room to see Mouch sitting on the couch while petting Pouch, and keeping his eyes glued to the television set in front of him. I noticed Matt entered the doorway turning down the hallway, I quickly gotten up and followed him, “Hey!” I smiled.

“Hey,” He smiled cheekily, “So, um, how is she?” Disgusting, pitiful words coming out of my mouth. I never liked her to begin with. “Great, she invited me to a charity ball and I think I’m gonna go,” He said opening his office quarters door wide open, I hesitated.

He glanced at me for a brief moment, “Gabby and I are just friends- you don’t need to worry,” Matt replied, what made me stronger was despite the million things that hurt me I spoke of nothing but happiness. “I’m honestly happy that she came back to visit,” I lied.

I’m such a liar.

I pushed opened the dark brown door entering Molly's bar, nothing but loud music was playing on in the background; looking side to side seeing nothing but firefighters, cops and doctors talking among themselves, everyone was having a blast while I wasn’t at all, knowing Gabriela getting cozy with my man at some charity ball. It really ticks me off.

A heavy, and very uncomfortable weight settled in the pit of my stomach with each sip I took from my glass of wine, my heart felt so heavy all of a sudden, my head spinning, something felt way off and I wasn’t sure what it was.

I knew something was different from the moment I walked inside our apartment, nothing was out of place, and everything looked exactly how it was when I left it this morning; but something was still different, and I can feel it. I closed the door with a soft click, and place my coat and purse on the rack, my shoes in the closet and my keys in the bowl. The silence was unnerving, but calm and quiet.

“I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to get upset, okay?” He calmly replied, I slightly nodded my head unsure what he’s about to say.

“Dawson and I shared more than a drink together, we got too carried away with things, one thing lead to another, and we shared a kiss.. it meant nothing,”

I took a deep breath, I realized that this is no longer a life together, I knew it from the start that there was something up between him and her, I didn’t wanted to be that girl, I walked straight to the closet, and I’m aware that I do it slowly and shakily, but it’s the best I can do right now. I pulled out a suitcase, “What are you doing?” He whispered desperately asking, I set the suitcase on the mattress before I turned around, and pick up a couple of jeans, “Baby, please. Stop.” Matt says as he followed me back, and forth. I pack sweaters, a few jackets, underwear, socks.

“Baby, please. It was a mistake.” Matt says, it doesn’t make me feel any better at all. I’m start to break completely, and you know that my last boyfriend did the exact same thing to me, you knew and yet you still did it. He tried to come closer to wrap his arms around me, but I took a step back “I... I just... I don’t want you to hold me, ‘cause if you hold me, I’ll start to cry, and I don’t want to start crying. Cause if I start crying, I... I will not be able to stop.” I whimpered.

“I really am sorry.. Y/N, what I did tonight was not acceptable and never ever will be and I promise I will never speak or talk to her again. I would never want to hurt you on purpose. I love you too much.” His voice cracked.

As much as I’m hurting, I can’t be upset. Why do I love him? Why do I want him? Why does the mere thought of him make me smile? Why can I not lie besides him without wanting to run my hand over the velvet of his skin, without breathing in a little deeper simply to savor his scent? I am not sure. I sit across from him and wonder.

He looks up at me and I fell into those blue eyes. When have they become so much deeper? For they have. When we met he had that strange habit of squinting slightly making them appear small. His eyes are not small. It took me months to realize he had stopped doing it altogether. But it is not his eyes which make me love him, made me want him.

So, what was it that drew me to him, that still draws me and has held me to him ever since? What makes him the most beautiful man? It is his touch on my skin, that knowing touch, that intimate familiarity. Because he always touches me, always sees me, always did - from that first time. He sees me not what he wants me to be, what he expects me to be. Only with him do I never have to be anyone else. Only with you.

“I... I just... don’t want to lose... you,” I barley whispered underneath my breath, as my voice cracked trying to hold back the tears,a breath away from you, lips hover over mine. A faint kiss sending shivers, throughout my body. Missing your touch, so close holding me tightly. I snuggled closer into his arms taking a deep breath before you falling asleep in his arms. Trying to regain the energy I had just lost over my breakdown. For the first time in a long time I actually felt like it may be okay, even if we had our ups and downs, but we’ll get through it; we always do in the end.

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cola-fucking-losers · 5 years

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as promised heres the stupid thing-

Edd was definitely chubby, he can't deny that. In fact, he's pretty sure there's a lot of times where he feels bad about it, before he starts to get over it. Not until there was an afternoon he and Matt got into a heated debated about the meaning of 'Thicc' and why is it a trend.

Matt of course lost, seeming that he lacked the braincells to really process everything. It brought satisfaction to Edd, but he did start to wonder if he was considered 'Thicc'

No, he wasn't talking about having large hips and an ass so curved you can search for its equation. He was wondering if he, a grown man who probably has diabetes, can look nice wearing tight clothes. Specifically, ones for below that always bring out the curves on people.

Tom pointed this out first, joking about it before Edd's brain started to overanalyze it. So now Edd has to go through a phase where he's angry at Tom for that.

Matt decided to say "Why don't you try some on?" Before shoving some clothes onto the brunette's face. He huffs, and tosses them away, refusing to participate.

He cringes at the shorts he was given, it looked uncomfortably tight. And the stockings were no good either because there's no way in hell he was gonna wear fishnet stockings. He picked up a tight pair of jeans, and he was pretty sure those belonged to Mark, so he tossed them away too. He picks up....he picks up a piece of underwear that he quickly deleted from his memory.

Everything looked either uncomfortably compact, or looked like something you'd find in an adult-themed clothe shop. Edd tossed them all away.

Matt had to pick them up, offended. "Why won't you put them on?"

And before Edd could explain why you can't just suddenly recommend someone to wear something uncomfortably explicit, Mark explained it himself. "Those look like they're for stripping rather than making Edd feel nice."

It's times like these Edd forgives Mark and the times he was rudely sarcastic.

Matt hums, before he dashed back into his room. And once the Red-head returns, he was carrying a smaller stack of clothes. He sets them down, and lets Edd examine.

And finally, he finds some clothes that looked nice and comfortable, without making him look like someone who's about to work in a strip club.

Edd's fingers traced the outside of a piece of shorts. "Well-...I guess I'll try them."

He wasn't really the type to even consider wearing something that even tried to hug his skin. He'd rather wear large clothes that were loose. But trying wouldn't hurt...right?

Actually it did, a bit. He first wanted to try some jeans. They didn't look TOO tight, so he figured he'd try that first on. And he regrets it.

It took what felt like hours to even properly shove his whole left leg in. He had to stop to catch his breath, and then he struggled again just so he can lift up the hem up to his waist.

Though the battle tested his patience, he won. He successfully put on the jeans. He felt like he deserved a price, so he steps out his room. And walking unto the kitchen, he passes Eduardo who was busy cooking and grabs a can of cola from the fridge.

After chugging the whole can down, he hears a curse word. Edd raises an eyebrow. The Hispanic dropped a plate, but it thankfully landed on a rug. He quickly picks it up.

Eduardo to gulps as he forced his eyes to not move. Ironic, because he usually tried to avoid anyone's gaze at all, but right now was a crucial moment for him to not even spare a quick glance at whatever the fuck was hugging Edd's legs so tightly.

He turns back to cooking, And Edd shrugs whatever happened and walks back to his room. And once the door closes, he curses internally. He completely forgot to ask Eduardo if he looked okay.

He ignores the thought, because he's pretty sure Eduardo is just gonna throw an insult at him.

That was proven the next morning when he put on a pair of shorts. They were tight, but with a hoodie on he felt...cute?

Whatever it was, he felt nice, and his legs felt less warm.

He walks in the kitchen that morning, hoping to make some cereal. And as soon as he did, Eduardo drops a plate. "SHIT!"

Edd was thankful he decided to stack up on plastic plates instead, because if that was glass he could've brought wrath on the Hispanic. Eduardo quickly picks up the plate, and frowns. "Damn it- I just washed this-" He curses, before he places it in the sink again.

"You okay?" Edd casually asks, walking up to the Hispanic. The man was stiff. If looks could kill, he's pretty much trying to melt the plate he was holding with that scowl of his as he aggressively scrubs it.

"fine."

That was not fine. He wouldn't even look at him.

"cool- uhm.." Edd fixes his shorts a little "Does this look okay on me?" Eduardo turns, but quickly focuses back on the plate.

"Looks terrible."

Edd frowns, mostly because that's such an Eduardo thing to do, but also, ouch. The confidence he had earlier had long disappeared, so he just throws whatever comeback he had and goes back to his room. He tears the shorts away, and shoves his normal brown pants on.

But still, Edd can get pretty heated too. He didn't spend thirty minutes trying to shove clothes on just to get insulted like that.

So the next morning, he still placed some shorts back on. And while it took him awhile, he forced himself to force doubts away, and puts on some white socks that reached past his knees, just a few inches away from the end of his shorts.

He stomps to the kitchen, and was going to prove that he does NOT look terrible. Edaurdo gives him one short look, before he turns away..again.

Edd almost looked childish when he huffed angrily. "L o s e r."

He whispered loudly. Just to grab Eduardo's attention. And what better way to grab it than calling him that? It always gets on his nerves quickly.

The Hispanic turns back again, fuming. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Edd grins. Eduardo just shoots a glare, and turns away again. Nope, nuh uh. Edd ain't taking that.

"losersayshuh" "Huh?"

Edd laughs, while he lets Eduardo slowly process what just happened.

"Motherfucker- how dare you!" He finally got his full attention "That's not fair!" "Yes it was." Edd replies. "No it wasn't! I want a rematch!" Eduardo demands.

"Okay-" The Brit had his chance "Loser doesn't say these shorts looks good on me." The Hispanic stares. Then blinks.

"Are you seriously upset about yesterday." "You were upset for years over a painting."

Eduardo nods, closing his eyes. He lets out a frustrated sigh.

"That's fair."

He finally looks at Edd's legs. The Brit swore, the longer Eduardo looked, the more he begins to look sweaty. Then before staring back into his eyes, "Your shorts looks okay."

It wasn't what Edd exactly wanted, but whatever, he'll take it. "HAH! Not so terrible now huh?"

Eduardo smirks. "I said 'tear-able'. I feel pretty bad for the poor shorts." He crosses his arms. Edd starts pouting again. "It's not my fault I'm Dummy Thick!"

The Hispanic chokes on his spit. "Dummy what now-"

Edd was just joking, but the way Eduardo's face flushed made him want to go further.

"I'm dummy thick, and you can never achieve the peak physique of having these babies." He slaps his own thigh. Which was like- a bit painful. He can see a light red mark on his pasty skin, but that was his fault.

"How dare you- I might not have an ass but at least I've got legs to make up for it!!" Eduardo kicks up high, causing a plate edging off the counter to get flipped up before landing on the floor loudly. "Geez-" Edd picks it up himself "that's the third plate you dropped this week." Eduardo just grumbles something in another language as he snatches the plate back. Edd simply hummed, and slaps his thigh again.

"Ow-"

Why did he even do that? "Why did you even do that?" Eduardo repeats.

"Good question!" Edd finger-guns "I have no idea."

Eduardo rolls his eyes as he kneels, just so he can inspect the mark on Edd's thighs. The Brit blinks, before he subtly drags his eyes somewhere. Looking down currently gave him...suggestive ideas of how else the view could look.

The Hispanic snickers at the mark. "It looks like what happens if dalmatians were white and red-" He pokes, then he pauses. He pokes again. Edd looks back and gives him an odd look.

The Tan brunette stares a little longer, before full on grabbing Edd's thigh.

"Oh my fucking god?" Eduardo whispered, squishing a bit. Edd squeaks, slapping the hand away. "Holy crap- I knew you were soft- not that soft-....?" Eduardo almost laughs.

"It was like holding a pillow! I was right! You really are just a marshmallow!" Edd flushed pink a little. "What? Were you expecting me to feel like a cracker?"

Eduardo shrugged "It's not easy to have an idea if you barely show skin. All I ever seen you wear are long sleeves and pants. I've only seen you shirtless once." He stands up and pat's the Brit's shoulder. "It's okay, pudgy. Maybe one day you will gain SOME muscles."

Edd slaps the hand away, offended. "At least I'm SOFT and good for cuddling." Eduardo gives a manic grin. "So like..a tEDDy bear?"

The Brit starts hitting Eduardo while he laughs, trying to back away. "That was a pun!!That's my job! I'm gonna break your kneecaps!!" Edd yells. "Oh come on- At least it wasn't an insult."

He stops, and huffs. "I mean..okay. I guess." He sighs "You wanna cuddle my thighs next and call them shitty leg pillows?" Eduardo replies with "Really?"

Which was the least expected thing Edd heard- because as far as he knows, he was just joking.

"...Yeah- sure. If you wanna nap on here, then go crazy." He says. Because who is he to complain? It's free cuddles. Plus he never really had someone place their head down there, so this is a first.

"Okay- but- Breakfast—" "Breakfast can wait. Thigh Snuggles" "that sounds very suggestive." "And comfy." "But the fucking breakfast Eddie-" "It can w a i t."

The Paler brunette was already dragging Eduardo to the living room. Edd sat comfortably on the floor, and pats his lap. Eduardo stared awkwardly before he glares sideways. "Really? Now you're gonna be a tsundere?" "I am NOT-..!"

Eduardo just pouts more. Edd gives a stoic look.

"Just get over here."

The Hispanic grumbles, and reluctantly sits near. All what's left was him lying...his head...down..there.

It just sounded so...something a couple would do. And as far as Eduardo was aware, they aren't one. Edd didn't seem to care though, because he took the liberty to gently pulling Eduardo down, and set his head down on his lap.

Oh god- he's doing it. He's resting his head on someone's thighs, and it's Edd, out of all people. Not that he was complaining, it's just not what he really expected. The Brit starts to play with his hair, humming a little.

Eduardo let's his eyes shut. Edd found It adorable. Not that he's gonna say that out loud.

"Are you fucking humming despacito-" He growls, and starts to rise up. The Brit laughs and tries to keep Eduardo back down. "I didn't notice! I'll just sing something else.." He ponders a bit.

"When you try your best but-" "NO."

Edd laughs as Eduardo tries to scramble away like a cat again. "But It's a good song! Come ooon-" He tried to sound upset, but he just snorts.

"You just wanna sing memes!" "Maybe so- but come on. Is it NOT a good song?"

The Hispanic grunts as he crosses his arms. But he did let his head fall back to Edd's lap again. "Fine- But only sing the other parts." Edd shook his head. "Nuh uh- I can't hit those notes." "You don't even have to- you just have to sing it-" "Says the guy who's been blessed with a good singing voice!"

Eduardo turns to glare at Edd. "Pillsbury- I want you to shut the fuck up and sing. I've heard worse, and It took me years to even speak fluent English, so don't give me that shit." Then he smirks. "Unless...you're too much of a pussy to do it?"

Edd frowns. "You're not helping. I am NOT gonna sing it." "Come on- It's just the other verses." Eduardo reaches up to pinch the Brit's cheeks. "My singing isn't even good...!"

There was pause. Before Eduardo takes a deep breath. "..If you never try you'll never know, Just what you're worth.." "Did you just-" But Edd gets cut off..

"Lights will guide you home.." "I'm not gonna sing Eduardo-" "And ignite your bones.." "You can't make me continue-"

Eduardo just stares up, waiting for Edd to continue the lines. And what seemed to be a good minute, Edd frowns, and sighs, giving in.

"And I will try..to fix you." Eduardo shoots Edd with a grin, and they both continue the song.

"Tears stream down your face, When you lose something you cannot replace-" Edd tries to not laugh, but he did find it a bit ridiculous. Still, they moved forward.

"Tears stream sliding your face, And I--...." Wow- They actually sound pretty good. The Brit watches as Eduardo's eyes shut close again. But he was still smiling, and singing along.

"Tears stream down your face, I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes." The paler brunette also lets his eyes flutter close.

"Tears stream down your face, And I--..." The same line was repeated, but Edd was pretty sure he let himself get carried away, and he tried to be extra while singing that part. But hey- who cares?

"Lights will guide you home, And ignite your bones..."

Edd opens his eyes, and Eduardo does the same.

"..And I will try to fix you.."

They gave each other a small smile, until of course, one of them have to ruin it. Edd noticed this pattern.

"Sappy." "I sang better."

They stare a little longer. Then Edd breaks into a fit of giggles. "Yeah, you did." Eduardo only beamed.

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o-kviii · 5 years

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The Blind Leading the Blind pt. 4 [Matt x Reader]

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“She knows... about me.” Matt says softly, sitting on the edge of Foggy’s desk. He couldn’t dodge work forever, so he left [Y/N] in his apartment while her vision slowly got better. Matt offered to take her back to the hospital now that the Italians were off her back. The mention of it made her heart race in fear, so even when she agreed he went back on the offer and insisted she stayed.

“Should I be offended she already knows and it took you years to tell me you had spidey senses, let alone that you’re Daredevil?”

“Oh come on Fog--”

“I’m kidding, relax. But really, you have known her, what a week? I’m not saying shes untrustworthy, but can you trust her?”

Matt sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s hard to explain. We’ve spent a lot of time together in the last week. Talked about our lives, related to the tribulations of going blind. There’s just this connection that makes me feel like I can trust her.”

“Connection? You have feelings for her?” Matt doesn’t need sight to see the shit eating grin on Foggy’s face.

“I--I don’t know.”

“They do say love is blind.”

“Foggy.” Matt groans in frustration. “While that was clever this is not the time.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll table the arsenal of material I have stowed away for now. What is it that you’re looking for though?”

Matt sighs, twiddling with the handle on his cane. “I just... I don’t want to mess this up. Partially because she knows who I am and I want to at least be friendly with people who have that information but also because she strikes me in such a way I need to see where things go.”

“It seems like you have things figured out to me, buddy.”

“I guess it makes more sense when I say it out loud.” Matt shakes his head, picking up the case files he initially came into Foggy’s office to get. “Thanks, Fog.”

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Foggy calls after Matt starts heading to the door. “How the hell do you always end up with these beautiful girls?”

With Matt at work, the day goes by much slower. Your sight was hazey again when you woke up, but as you got up and moving things have begun to clear. Your head still hurts like hell, but you remember the doctor saying you should expect concussion symptoms for a few weeks. He also recommended doing some light exercise, such as walking, when your symptoms are managed to help with the healing process.

Still a little afraid to leave the safety net of Matthew’s apartment, you take a few laps around the living room, stopping to look out the window and examine your surroundings or check out the contents of Matt’s fridge.

By midday you’ve concentrated on your vision enough to read a page of a magazine before a massive headache decided to erupt on the left side of your skull. You choke down a pain pill and crawl back into Matt’s bed, falling into a deep sleep.

She’s sleeping when Matt arrives home. He can hear her steady breathing and the occasional snore, which brings a small smile to his face. The word cute pops into his head, an adjective that surprises him. “Cute” is not really a usual part of Matt’s vocabulary. Shaking it off, he grabs a beer from the fridge and loosens his tie. He sits on the couch, tuning through the different noises outside, but it seems to be a pretty mellow night on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen.

Matt hones in on her. Her breathing is shallow, quiet groans and sighs in her throat. She’s dreaming. He hopes they’re good dreams. From the steady heartbeat, he suspects so.

Matt sighs, sipping his drink. Restlessly he taps his fingers along the smooth glass of the bottle, careful not to make any loud noises, but internally hoping that maybe the low taps will lull her into consciousness.

I miss her. The realization dawns on Matt just as he’s thinking of ways to subtly wake her up. She’s ten feet away yet he can’t help but want to hear her voice, talk about something dumb or maybe something deep. He wants to hear about her day, even if it’s boring because somehow the way she tells the most mundane of stories is interesting. Oh boy, is Foggy going to let him hear it.

As if thinking about her waking up somehow transferred over to her, Matt senses her unrest and the slow beginnings of consciousness. To not see like he’s been waiting for this he pads into the kitchen, pulling out a handful of things from the fridge in a last minute panic.

“Hey Matt.” she’s out of bed just as Matt is figuring out what he’s laid out. A chicken breast, a jar of raspberry jelly, and an avocado. “Cooking?” there’s amusement in her drowsy voice, probably observing the strange array of foods before him.

“I, uh, yeah. The jelly was an accident.”

“Do you need some help with that?” she comes closer, taking the jelly off the counter and placing it back in the fridge. “With what you have in the fridge you could get away with some avocado chicken and basil pesto orzo.”

“You’re familiar with the contents of my fridge, I see.” Matt smiles, sensing her cheeking becoming warm with embarrassment.

“I have had a lot of time on my hands, okay.” She pulls out a few things and sets them on the counter. “What is the extent of your cooking skills?”

“I’m surprised you trust me to cook at all.”

“If a twelve year old with the attention span of a grape can operate a stove, then a blind vigilante can too.”

Matt chuckles, picking up the chicken and smelling it to make sure it hasn’t expired. Sometimes food seems to just show up in his refrigerator. He suspects Foggy or Karen like to slip in a few things here and there, especially when Matt is on a streak of eating Thai for every meal. As much as Matt can function just as a regular person--and even better at times-- knowing when something perishable is left in the fridge is not on his list of abilities... that is until they go rotten.

“To answer your question, I am pretty good with a skillet. I can cook the chicken if you want to do the pasta and pesto.”

Domesticity is not what you expected from Matt taking you in. You’re not really sure what you expected, but standing around his kitchen drinking beer and having Matt explain to you that he knows exactly when the chicken is done because he can “sense it” is not what you expected. Somehow your asylum turned into becoming more of a roommate that hogs the bed and doesn’t pay rent. You can’t help but feel a little guilty, now that you’re on the mend and still here.

You can’t pretend that you’re not scared, though. Going back into the world, back home where Matt isn’t twenty feet away while you sleep terrifies you everytime you think about it. It’s selfish, you know. The only thing that has kept you from fully convincing yourself that you need to leave is the fact that Matt has been giving you the impression that he doesn’t want you to leave either.

He offered taking you back to the hospital the other day, to finish your recovery in the presence of actual medical professionals. Thinking of this as his way of kicking you out finally, you of course agreed and didn’t fight it despite the anxiety that flared up in your chest at the thought of returning to where those men came for you. When you said yes, his face seemed to fall and he recalled his statement and it was never discussed again. While the possibility of being annoying or overstaying your welcome is a prevalent worry in your head, the knowledge of who Matt is seems to overtake those worries.

“Besides cooking the perfect chicken, what else can you sense?” you ask, watching his facial expressions closely to see how he responds to your question. His face remains neutral, but he’s quiet for a moment, transferring the chicken to a cutting board before leaning back on the counter and taking a long swig of his beer.

“Have you ever been to an amusement park?”

“As a child, yes.”

“Okay, so imagine you’re standing in the middle of Disneyland, in the busiest area during the most popular time of year to go. You can hear the people passing by, snips of conversations, children wailing, music playing in four different directions. There’s screaming on the rides, people coughing and sneezing, bugs flying around. Something you can picture?”

The image is becoming clear in your mind. You recall a time in your childhood when you were standing on the side of the road watching the parade. All the action and stimuli was more tiring than the actual walking.

“Yes, I have an idea.”

“So that’s a rough estimate of what my senses feel like, but way more sensitive. It took awhile to learn how to filter things out, isolate what I should be concentrating on. The nuns used to think I was attention deficit and discussed putting me on medications.” he chuckles.

“That’s crazy to think about. I get overstimulated just walking around New York without any heightened senses. It must be tiring at times.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s normal to me now. I’ve learned to live with it, use it to my advantage.”

“What can you sense right now?”

Matt pauses, cocking his head. “A man two apartments over just dropped the spoon he was stirring his spaghetti sauce with. He has three cats and didn’t bother to wash the spoon so his meal will probably be a bit hairy. On the street, a woman just tapped the car in front of her parallel parking. She is panicking and trying to figure out if she should leave a note or not even though there isn’t a scratch. The Thai place down the street just made pad thai, level 5 spice. The cooks are betting on whether or not the guy will be able to handle it or if he will embarrass himself in front of his date.There are... four birds on the roof making a lot of noise. You... you showered today. Accidentally used my soap in your hair instead of shampoo and then tried to correct it but it still came out feeling a bit strange so you just put your hair up. It took a few tries to get it to look the way you want. You had a can of chicken noodle soup for lunch and spilled a little bit of broth on the couch but cleaned it up.”

“Wow.” you say, feeling your cheeks hot.

“You’re embarrassed. Don’t be, that couch has seen some shit and even I get tired and use the wrong products.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I wish my exes would have lived by that statement.” you grumble, fishing out a piece or orzo and nibbling on it to see if its done. “Liars seem to be attracted to me for some reason.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so open. So honest.” he says endearingly.

“God must be a big advocate of opposites attract then, damn.”

Matt smiles. If he could look you in the eyes you imagine he would be right now.

“You’ve got that right. Orzo is ready, by the way.”

You spoon up a few noodles and find they are in fact al dente.

“I need to start taking you with me anytime I decide to try some hole in the wall restaurant.”

“It’s a date.” he says softly, and your heart flutters at the idea of walking around town with Matt Murdock on your arm trying risky food joints, no fear of the Italian mob or any other threat. It’s strange to think about.

If you hadn’t been attacked and instead met Matt in passing, would things be the same? Would you be standing in his kitchen chopping basil and talking about your past shitty relationships A part of you wants to believe that meeting Matt was inevitable from the way he’s changed your life in just a short time. Another part, a part that is insistent on it’s opinion, says that it’s your trauma that caused this. The desire for Matt to protect seems to be ingrained into him as deep as his ability to speak or run.

It’s just the victim complex. You tell yourself. You’re blinded by his selfless acts. Attracted to him because he saved you... and maybe because he’s quite attractive in person as you found out when you got your sight back. Either way, is that the best basis for something real? You have these images in your head of going on dates with Matt, listening to audio books, or cooking together like you did today. Some of these thoughts are a bit... less PG as well, which makes your heart race every time the thought of him close to you finds its way into your imagination. It seems so perfect, this crush you’ve developed. So real. You can feel his warmth towards you. The way he’s become comfortable. He doesn’t wear his glasses around the apartment like he did at first. You want to believe that it’s not all in your head... It’s just... too good to be true.

“What’s on your mind?” his voice cuts into your mind, soft and deep.

“You are.” you murmur, surprising yourself at how easily that slipped through your lips. He raises an eyebrow.

“In what way?”

“Just... I keep thinking about what my life will be like when I’m better. My eyesight is completely restored, my head isn’t hurting. In my mind...you’re there in that close future. Is that wrong to think?”

He’s quiet for a moment. The low hum of the neon billboard is the only thing you can hear... that and your rapidly increasing heart rate.

He takes a step forward.

“[Y/N]...” his voice is soft. Careful. You prepare for rejection, closing your eyes for some reason.

Apparently rejection feels like gentle fingers running down your cheek, lining up at your jawline. Your eyes fly open and you see he’s crossed the kitchen, his lips centimeters from yours and his forehead softly pressing up against yours.

Rejection must also feel like soft lips meeting yours, so timid, as if you’re made of glass and will shatter at any moment.

Your brain finally seems to catch up as he breaks the extended peck. This close, you can see the flecks of green and gold in his hazel eyes. Taste the beer still on his breath. Your brain seems to catch up now, and your hands fly up to the base of his neck. You pull him into you, returning his kiss with half of the carefulness he showed you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling your body and erupting a fire within you as those thoughts of Matt that have been pent up within you are suddenly validated in a single moment of affirmation.

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