ATTENTION DAREDEVIL/MATTHEW MURDOCK WRITERS:

Please remember: Matthew Murdock is blind. Yes, he can see in "other" ways; but he cannot directly see with the pupils that god has given him. So, please: remember that he uses a cane, he wears glasses and he very dramatically takes them off when he's w/someone he trusts. He needs to guide himself to a certain degree, and he reads braille. AND, yes!; if you're writing romance/lemon/smut/intimate scenes; please please please, keep that in mind bc it makes things way more intriguing as a reader and for you as a writer to expand you're MIND.

It’s A Trap

Original request from @buckysendoftheline : Hey! So I was thinking, could you do a Matt Murdock x reader where y/n is really great friends with him, foggy, and Karen. However, an enemy knows that Matt is Daredevil so one day seeing Matt with Y/N maybe on a walk? the enemy just takes y/n during the walk so Matt (aka Daredevil) gets lured. Then you make the rest! Thank you! :D

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get around to finishing this, but thank you for being so patient with me!! I actually ended up really loving this prompt, so I hope you like it!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 4122

Warnings: Kidnapping

“Hello, boys!”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Foggy says, not even bothering to look up from his laptop. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“You know, you might actually mean that if you’d look up from your work.”

I watch his eyebrows raise as he finishes up the line of text he’s working on and looks up from the screen. His eyes go wide and a grin stretches his face. “You brought coffee.”

I grin back. “I brought coffee,” I affirm.

“(Y/N), you are an angel among men,” He says, taking his coffee from the tray and placing a smacking kiss on my cheek.

“You’re only saying that because I’m your caffeine supplier,” I scowl at him jokingly.

“Is that the loveliest paralegal in all of Hell’s Kitchen I hear?” Matt asks, poking his head out of his office.

“You’re such a flirt, Murdock,” I roll my eyes and place the tray of coffees on Karen’s desk so she can take her own cup and take Matt’s cup over to him. I take his hand and push the cup into it so he knows it’s there.

“What’s this?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

I roll my eyes. “It’s coffee, Matt. Just the way you like it.”

“Just the way I like it, huh?”

“Yup, black like the alleyways of Hell.”

He snorts before taking a sip of coffee and sighing loudly. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Anything on the docket for today?” I inquire.

“Nothing really, actually,” Foggy says. “We’re just finishing up the paperwork from our last case and then we should be free for the rest of the day.”

“Unless someone comes in looking for the best lawyers in all the land, that is,” I add, leaning on Karen’s desk.

Karen takes a rolled up newspaper and swats at my butt. “Get off, you’re wrinkling my rough drafts.”

I laugh and push myself away from the edge of her desk. “I’ll never understand why you want to keep up working here when you’ve got such a sweet gig with the paper, Karen. You know I can take over your place here so you can focus on your writing.”

“Why would I do that when I have such a fun babysitting job here?”

“Ooh, that really stings, Karen,” Foggy says, placing one hand over his heart. “You know damn well I can take care of myself. It’s Mr. Rose Colored Glasses over there who needs help.”

“I’m not even going to say anything,” Matt shakes his head and takes a sip of his tar-like coffee.

I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, because you know it’ll get you in trouble.”

A grin stretches his mouth and he lifts his coffee to his lips again. “Very true.”

I shake my head and head towards the door. “If any of you want to meet me for lunch in an hour, I’ll be at the usual place.”

“What makes you think we can just drop everything and meet you for lunch?”

“Well, the fact that you haven’t managed to land a case in a week is just screaming out for me to spill the beans on a very interesting and potentially high profile case that just happened to fall into our lap but, somehow, never made it to the inbox on my boss’s desk,” Foggy and Matt lean forward and I smirk at them. “If someone felt like treating, I might even throw in the file and spare you the pain of hunting down the client.”

“You drive a hard bargain, (Y/N),” Foggy scowls at me and Matt laughs loudly. “What?”

“Admit it, you want to go to lunch just as badly as she does.”

“Of course I do. (Y/N) picks the best restaurants!”

I snort. “So you two are coming?”

Matt shrugs. “Why not.”

“Cool. Karen?”

“I think I’m going to stay here and hold down the fort.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just bring me back leftovers.” She says, offering a small smirk.

“Will do,” I shoot her a smile before heading for the door. “I'll meet you two outside.”

--

“How'd you even find this place, (Y/N)?” Foggy asks.

I shrug. “Boss brought me here for lunch one day. Said it was one of her favorite restaurants before she got rich.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I don't know, but if being rich means I can't eat at dive bars anymore then I think I'll be happy with the middle class for the rest of my life.”

“Amen,” Foggy raises his glass and taps it against mine when I do the same.

“So, you said something about cases earlier.” Matt says. “What kind of stuff are we looking at?”

I wipe my hands and mouth on my napkin before pulling several files out of my bag and flipping through them before handing them off to Foggy for safekeeping. “Nothing too crazy, just a few property damage cases that you could probably get settled before the week is out, might even be able to work it out before the first court appearance. The biggest one in there is a college student who's suing her college professor for stealing a book that she had been writing.”

Matt perks up at the mention of the last case. “Are we talking theft or plagiarism?”

“Straight up theft.”

“Are you sure this kid is telling the truth?” Foggy inquires. “I'm all for helping out someone who's been wronged, but I'd rather not drag out a case just because I need a paycheck.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head, Nelson,” I laugh lightheartedly. “I looked into all of these and they're legit. I even talked to the girl who brought in the case. She's got all of her hard copies, concept art and cover designs. She's been working on this since she was in elementary school.”

“Wow,” Matt lifts his eyebrows. “Even so, someone might say that she's faked all of it. Could've had a kid draw something for her, write something down. Even timestamps on digital files can be altered.”

“Very true, Matty. But, her mom worked as a patent paralegal and always told her to mail herself copies of whatever she's working on so that she could prove that it's her original work. Apparently that's what a fair number of inventors do to prove their work is original.”

“That's… actually fairly sound advice.”

“Yeah. It helps that she's been doing it since she was twelve years old. You've got a paper trail a hundred miles long. There's no way in hell you'll lose this suit.”

“I don’t know what to say, (Y/N),” Matt says, shaking his head.

“Well I do,” Foggy scoffs. “Thank you, (Y/N), we really owe you one.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Matt’s brow furrows. “Are you really sure we can take these cases? The clients won’t be upset over being sent to a different law firm?”

“I’m certain.” I smile sheepishly. “I may have sort of lied to you about sneaking the files out of the office.”

“Wait, what?”

“Boss lady knows I'm friends with you guys and she occasionally likes to help out smaller firms where she can. I didn't tell you because I know you guys would think it was a handout.”

“Isn't it though?”

“Absolutely not. It's a referral. The clients were consulted and were offered the option of waiting a month for her services or to be helped out immediately by the new up and coming defense attorneys in Hell’s Kitchen. They chose you guys. Not a handout, just a referral. If you choose to take their cases, that is. If you do well enough she'll send more people your way. Help build your reputation and client list.”

“Why didn't you just tell us this from the start?”

I shrug. “Had to get you out of that office somehow,” Matt snorts. “Besides, I know you guys like a good mystery mixed in occasionally.”

“Like I said back at the office, that's Matt. He's the reckless one. I like things nice and peaceful and routine.”

“Whatever you say, Foggy,” I check my watch and my eyes practically pop out of my skull. “Shit, I gotta go.”

“What? Why?” Matt asks.

“I'm supposed to be back at the office for a meeting in five minutes.” I flag a server down and manage to get my meal boxed up quickly. “Don't forget to get Karen something. I'll see you guys later.”

“See ya, (Y/N),” Foggy waves.

I sling my bag over my shoulder after stuffing the styrofoam box inside and head for the door. “Make sure you contact those clients. I don't want my boss thinking I've got terrible time management skills and horrible taste in friends.”

“Will do, (Y/N),” Matt says. “Just get back to the office safe and let us know when you get there.”

“I will.”

--

“Hey!” Someone plops their hand on my shoulder unexpectedly, making me jump. “You’re (Y/N), aren’t you?”

“First off, ” I stop dead in my tracks, pinching one of their fingers between my thumb and forefinger, picking it up and dropping it. “Don’t touch me like you know me. Second, I am one of many (Y/N)’s in this godforsaken city. What do you want?”

“Nothing special,” they say nonchalantly. “Just you.”

“Excuse m-?!” My cry of outrage is muffled as their hand clamps a rag over my mouth, their free arm pulling me to them and holding me firmly against their chest. “Mphf!”

I struggle against their hold managing to briefly dislodge their arm from around me, only to have the wind knocked out of me when someone walking past punches me in the gut before swiftly walking away. The air wheezes out of me and I unconsciously take a gasping breath, only accomplishing my assailants goal of introducing whatever's on the rag into my system. Within seconds I feel drowsy and my legs become weak. My body falls slack and my attacker hefts me up over their shoulder.

“Tell the boss we got her.” They say gruffly.

“You sure this is the right chick?”

I feel them sigh. “Don't give a shit. I get paid either way.” Their voices slowly fade as my consciousness does. “Let's get this over with.”

--

“Hey, has (Y/N) texted you yet?” Matt asks.

“No, she hasn't.”

Matts brow furrows. “It's been two hours since she left us at the restaurant. She should have reached her office building by now.”

“Maybe she just got distracted. Her workload is usually pretty heavy and she did say that she was late for a meeting.”

Matt shakes his head and pick up the phone on his desk and feels over the number pad before punching in the number for (Y/N)’s office. It rings twice before someone picks up.

“Hello, how can I assist you?”

“Hello, this is Matt Murdock of Nelson and Murdock. I was hoping to speak to (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock, but she isn't in the office at this time.”

Matt's heartbeat stutters and his brows pull together. “Alright, do you know where I might be able to contact her?”

“I'm afraid not. We weren't informed as to- I'm sorry, please hold for a moment.” Matt can hear her whispering with someone on the other end, but he can't make out what they're saying due to the static.

“Mr. Murdock.” A new voice crackles through the line. “This is (Y/N)’s employer.”

“It's nice to speak with you.”

“I wish could say the same to you. Unfortunately, (Y/N) never showed up for our scheduled meeting after she said she was going to drop off the case files with you. About an hour ago, I received a rather, shall I say, disturbing letter.”

Matt’s jaw clenches in anticipation of the news. “Is that so.”

“It is.” She says. “When I returned to my office earlier, I found a rather disturbing note. It said that (Y/N) had been taken and that you would know why. There was no signature, but was simply signed with a blood red handprint.”

“They wouldn't dare.” Matt hisses.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock, I didn't quite catch that.”

“I apologize, ma’am.”

“I assume you know how to get her back safely?”

“I certainly will do my best.”

“See that you do. Otherwise you'll find yourself ruined or dead by the end of tomorrow. Possibly both, we'll see what happens.”

“Understood. I will keep you posted.”

The line goes dead and Matt slams the phone down on its base.

“Bad news?” Foggy asks.

“The Hand took her.”

“What?”

“The Hand took (Y/N) because they know  I care about her and they I'm Daredevil. They're trying to lure me out.”

“Well obviously it's going to work because you have to get her back.”

“Of course I do.” Matt pushes himself away from his desk and quickly gets up from his chair. He grabs his bag and jacket before heading for the door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re leaving now?!”

“I have to figure out where they’re holding her, then I can get her back, otherwise I could be searching for days. I’d like my balls to stay where they are, thank you.”

Foggy holds his hands up in surrender, more for his benefit than Matt’s. “Hey, I understand. Do what you have to do, just get her back.”

Matt nods once, turns on his heel, and exits the office.

--

The outside world slowly starts to break through the heavy darkness that's weighing on me as I come to. My ears are ringing slightly and my head feels like it's been slammed into a brick wall at least fifteen times. I scrunch up my eyes against the bright, fluorescent lighting and hesitantly open one eye, only to find the room I'm being held in to be empty.

Opening both eyes I look around me, finding abandoned desks and sparsely decorated, gray walls. I snort disdainfully and try to get more comfortable in the chair I've been tied to.

My hands are bound behind my back and my upper body has been tied to the backrest of the chair. My ankles aren't tied to the legs of the chair like I was half expecting, so I assume I'm safe from anything more questionable than a kidnapping for the time being.

The door slams open, the handle momentarily sticking to the old bumper on the wall. A man, that can only be described as being stubby, stands in the doorway, blinking at me dumbly.

I raise my eyebrows at him questioningly. “Well?”

“Ey, boys.” he calls into the next room. “The little lady’s awake.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Real classy,” I mutter.

“You say that like you’re in a position to complain, girlie.” Says a new, gruff voice.

I glare up at it’s owner and primly cross my slack clad legs. “You say that like I haven’t got the right to.” He snorts, dislodging something ugly in the back of his throat and spits it out towards the edge of the room. “Well, God gave me a voice, didn’t he? I intend to make full use of it while I can.”

The man raises a heavy fist, shaking it threateningly. “Why, I oughtta-”

“I wouldn’t advise that,” I snort amusedly.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I’m assuming I’m some sort of bargaining chip. Explains why I’m not dead yet.” I raise my eyebrows and smirk at the man’s shocked expression. “Wouldn’t want to kill the bait, now would we?”

“You don’t know nothin’,”

“Maybe not, but the real question here is, who on earth could we be waiting on?”

“They’re waiting on me,”

I strain to look past the burly man standing in front of me, only managing to catch a glimpse of deep crimson. The Devil of Hell’s kitchen? I'm bait for the Daredevil. Well that's just great.

“So you finally found us,” the man in front of me steps to the side, allowing me a better look at the masked man.

“You didn't exactly make it hard,” The devil tilts his head to the side as a hoard of broad shouldered, overly muscled, squat men surrounds him. “Practically left a trail of breadcrumbs.”

I flinch away from the circle of men in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when they close in on the man in red. The sounds of metal hitting flesh reach my ears with a sickening slap followed by the occasional groan, scream and crunch. I crack open one eye, only to find the room pitch black. The Daredevil suddenly appears right in front of me and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. I lean away from him instinctively and turn my head away.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice quiet.

“Yes,”

“They didn’t do anything to you?” He moves his hands to the tie on my right hand. “Didn’t touch you or hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, I truly think I was just here to draw you out.” When he frees my left hand, I rub at the red rings around my wrists before noticing his outstretched hand.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice at a more normal volume.

“Why are you suddenly talking normally?” I ask, taking his hand only to be hauled out of my seat. The masked man doesn’t answer my question and instead guides me through the dark corridors of the building.

I dig my heels in when we’re a block away from what I can now see was an abandoned law firm anex. The Daredevil spins around and would have been glaring at me if I could have seen his eyes through his mask.

“What are you doing?!” He hisses.

I pull my hand from his grip. “I’m not moving till I get answers.”

He whips his head around, like he’s checking if the coast is clear. There isn’t anyone following us and I roll my eyes. When he’s satisfied, his gaze finally settles on me, his mouth set in a frustrated frown.

“What do you want to know?” He asks gruffly.

“Who are you?” I demand. “And why am I important enough to you for them to kidnap me?”

I watch with wide eyes as his hands curl into fists, worried that he’s upset enough to take it out on me. He slowly loosens his hands and flexes his fingers before sighing loudly and lifting his hands to his mask. He hesitates momentarily before firmly tugging his mask off his head. He shakes out his hair before lifting his eyes to meet mine. I feel my knees buckle slightly and he immediately drops his helmet, his hands shooting out to grab my arms in an attempt to steady me. I try to push away from him, but he just holds onto me tighter.

“Let go of me, Matt!” I land several hard punches to his chest and he barely moves.

“I won’t,” He says, pulling me in close to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. “I know you’re mad, but I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“I can’t believe you’re Daredevil,” I push away from his chest slightly so I can look up at him. “How have you been able to keep this a secret for so long?”

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a rueful smile, and he tilts his head to the side. “I’ll admit, it has made several relationships fairly strained, but the few people who needed to know, know.”

I lift one eyebrow at him questioningly. “And I didn’t need to know?”

“I had hoped that would be the case, but I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

“You’re an ass, Murdock. A total and complete ass,” I say, sharply jabbing him in the chest with my finger.

He smiles at me and gently takes my hand in his. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad to have you back. Foggy’s insults just don’t sting the way yours do.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head, crouching down to grab his helmet. “Yeah yeah, tell me how much you love me once we get somewhere safe, okay?” I scowl at the dark street. “It’s late and this place just gets darker and creepier by the second.”

Matt nods and carefully leads the way down the street, occasionally breaking away from the sidewalks and heading down a maze of alleyways. He seems to sense when my fear gets the best of me, his hand tightening around mine and even pulling me close to his side when he feels it isn’t safe enough for me to simply trail along behind him. After about an hour of walking, Matt leads me up several flights of stairs, into an apartment building. When he stops us outside of a door, I realize he’s brought me back to his place.

“Do you really think it’s safe for us to be here, especially if they know who you are?”

He unlocks the door and ushers me through. “You’re more safe here with me, and I’d feel better knowing where you are.” He turns to me and carefully brings one hand up to cup my cheek. “Please stay?”

My brow furrows and I frown, the weight of everything that’s happened to day crashing down on me all at once. I suddenly feel very tired and heavy, and find myself leaning into Matt’s touch.

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay. On one condition, though.”

“Oh?”

“You don’t sleep on the couch.”

He laughs lightheartedly and takes his helmet from my hand, nodding. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulders and I sag into him as he leads me through the apartment towards his bedroom. He grabs a t-shirt, sweatshirt and pair of loose boxers from his drawers for me to use as pajamas and tells me I can change in the bathroom. I nod and quietly pad into the other room, closing the door behind me.

When I look into the mirror, I notice how tired I look. My eyes are barely open, and the dark circles that had already been well on their way to forming are even darker than they were this morning. I shake my head and quickly dress in the clothes Matt gave me, trying not to think about the fact that I’m putting on his clothing. I pull the collar of the sweatshirt up to my nose and breathe deeply, smiling to myself as I head back to Matt’s bedroom.

When I return, I find Matt perched on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. As soon as he hears me, his head snaps up, sightless eyes directed at me. He pushes himself up off the bed and walks towards me, head tilted to the side momentarily, like he’s listening for something. He reaches out to me and pulls me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He gently combs one hand through my hair, and I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my nose into his chest.

“I’m so sorry you got roped into this,” He says softly. “I should have been able to protect you.”

I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. It’s not. The only people to blame are the ones you left in a heap in the middle of that room,” I feel my body growing heavier, my exhaustion finally hitting me full force. “You came, and that’s what matters.”

He sighs softly and I can feel him nod against the top of my head. “Tired?”

I nod and he guides us back towards the bed, pulling back the covers and allowing me to crawl in first before he slides in after me. I roll over on my side so I can face him and breathe deeply, slowly breathing out through my nose. Even in the dark I can see all the creases in his forehead, lines left there by worry and work and made worse when he pulls his brows together like he’s doing now. I smile and reach out to smooth my fingers over the space between his eyebrows, trying to get him to relax. The tension in his face slowly subsides and I watch as his entire body begins to relax. Happy with the result, I slowly move closer to Matt, curling into his chest.

Matt reaches out and pulls me flush against his body and gently cards his fingers through my hair. He sighs and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before resting his forehead against mine. With the sounds of traffic in the city streets and Matt’s soft breathing, I feel myself nodding off. I feel safe.

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Noisy Neighbor (Daredevil x Reader) Part Three

It was late afternoon when you woke up the next day, which came as a surprise. Almost the whole time you had lived in your apartments in Hell’s Kitchen you had woken up, or been woken up, before eight in the morning.  After you woke up you layed in bed in disbelief. You couldn’t believe how much you had slept. Also you couldn’t believe you were attacked last night so close to your home, and then saved by a masked man. When the police had showed up you were crying hard. They tried to calm you down, gave you a blanket from the ambulance. You told them about the men attacking you, pulling a knife, and then the masked man saving you. Mentioning the masked man made the police officer look at each other. You thought, they thought you were crazy. Then you heard one of them mention about ‘again’. ‘The mask man doing the police’s job’. They made sure you got home safe. An officer walked you up to your door and reassured you the men who attacked you would get time behind bars. Now you were lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the city. You heard an ambulance, police sirens, the rev of an engine, the bass of music in another car, a knock on your door. Wait, what? Why would someone be knocking at your door. You never got visitors, maybe it was a police officer with a follow up question. You threw a cardigan over your pajamas, a short pair of shorts and a tank top, and made your way to the door. Looking out the peephole, you saw it was Matt. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, and you tried to pat down any flyaway hairs from your head. Opening the door you greeted him. “Hey, Matt.” You gave him a soft smile. “Hey, how are you?” He greeted you with his heartwarming smile, making you blush. “I’m alright.” You kind of lied to him, still feeling frazzled from last night. “Oh, good.” He said. “I heard a young girl was attacked last night who lives here, and I wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Oh…” You stared at the floor. “Is something the matter?” He asked. “Well… that was me,” you admitted to him in a small voice. Seeing his smile fall from his face made your heart feel kind of sad. “But, I’m, um… I’m fine. A little shook up and…” Your finger traced where there was a bruise on your neck from the man's hand, but decided it was better to not mention. “I’m going to be fine,” you reassured him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He smiled softly. “And I’m sorry you got attacked so close to home. Sometimes this neighborhood it,” he paused and clinched his fists, “it can be like that.” Thinking back to the masked man you added, “but sometimes there are people who want to protect it.” He tilted his head and looked at you quizzically for a minute, then smiled and nodded. “You’re right.” There was a lull in conversation for a second then he asked, “I was going to go get some lunch. Would you like to go with me?” The question caught you off guard. “Uh…” “If you’re busy that’s fine.” God that smile of his. “No, I mean, yes. I’d like to go out with you, for lunch.” You blurted out, and Matt chuckled. “I just need to get dressed. Do you want to come in and wait?” “Sure,” he said taking a few steps into your house. “There’s a couch in front of you, if you’d like to sit down.” You informed Matt you as you walked off to get changed. You threw on a simple outfit and a scarf to hide your new bruise and came back. The two of you headed down to the street.

     “So where are we going?” You asked along the way.

     “A small little local bakery I used to go with my dad.” Matt lead the way, holding his cane in front of him.

    “Sounds nice, I haven’t had much time to explore the neighborhood since I moved here.” You both stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the sign.

     “This neighborhood can be really enjoyable sometimes.” Matt turned his head as if he were looking in a different direction, then the sound of sirens came from where he had turned. “And then there’s that…” He frowned.

     He was still lolling off when the light changed. “The light changed.” You informed him. Soon you arrived at the small bakery and cafe.

    You both ordered and sat down, Matt paid for your drink despite your protests.

     “Think of it as my way to welcome you to Hell’s Kitchen.” He had told you.

    You thanked him as a barista brought your drinks to the table. “I know this neighborhood isn’t all bad.” You smiled over your coffee.

     “Is that so?” Matt inquired.

    You looked around and lowered your voice. “This May sound kind of crazy, but I swear this happened. When I was attacked last night… There was this man in a mask who came to my aid and…” You paused thinking of how to phrase your words. “I think if he hadn’t shown up to help I’d probably be dead right now.” You staired down into your coffee.

     “I’ve heard about a man like that in the news.” Matt sipped from his coffee. “A local vigilante.”

     “I see.” You smiled again. “Like Batman?” You asked with a giggle, which earned you a chuckle from Matt.

     “I’m not too sure about that. I’ve don’t know a lot about Batman.”

     “Well you know, he helps people. Doesn’t kill the bad guys, just keeps them controlled until the cops get there. Secret identity and such. I used to read the comics a lot as a kid.” You blushed seeing That Matt was smiling, and you were gushing about Batman.

     “They didn’t make Braille comics when I was growing up. So I don’t know much about Batman, or should I say didn’t since you’ve just educated me.” You both laughed.

     There was a pause while you both thought of what to say.

     “So what brought you to Hell’s Kitchen?” Matt could tell his question had Made you uncomfortable. You froze and gripped your coffee cup tight.

     “I was, um, moved here for work.” Matt could sense you were lying, hiding something from him.

     He decided to change the subject. “I work with my friend Foggy, that you met yesterday. We run our own law firm.” “That’s amazing.” You gushed. “I would love to work with a friend. The room I work in has no windows, and it’s just me and a bunch of old papers. Even though I do enjoy working alone most the time. People can just be so… much? You know?” Matt grinned. “Well I’m glad you agreed to come out with me this morning, despite the people.” “I’m glad I came too.” After some more enjoyable banter, you and Matt walked home. He was a gentleman, of course, and walked you to your door. “Thank you for taking me out. It really helped me feel at ease.” You told him as you unlocked your door. “Good, I enjoyed taking you out.” He smiled back. You had unlocked your door and were now standing in your door frame. “I guess I’ll see you around.” You audibly face palmed yourself. “I mean…” “It’s okay.” Matt assured you, reaching out to gently touch your arm. “See you around.” The rest of the weekend was uneventful. However there were some more crash and banging sounds that came from Matt’s apartment. Monday you went to work as normal. Later in the day Lucy came by with a coffee to apologise for forcing you to go out. You didn’t tell her about what else had happened that night. The rest of your week passed by in a blur of paper files and flickering fluorescent lights. Friday when you got home you went to check your mail. You were happy to see Matt was there as well. “Hey Matt.” You greeted him as you approached. He turned to the sound of your voice, and you saw his face was covered with bruises. You were almost positive too if he took off his glasses there would be a black eye under them. “Oh my god what happened to you?” He smiled and closed his mail box. “I’m fine, just fell down some stairs.” You silently looked him over again in disbelief.  “Did the stairs start the fight or did you?” “You know what they say, it doesn’t matter who starts the fight. Only who finishes it.” He shrugged. You scoffed and smiled in confusion. “And clearly the stairs won.” Turning away, you opened your mailbox, but froze when you saw you only had one piece of mail. “So,” Matt began. “Do you have any plans for this weekend? Because Foggy and I, and another friend from work are going out. I think you and her would get a long, and Foggy was adamant I invite you.” The words Matt said didn’t meet your ears. You picked up your ‘mail.’ It was a piece of paper from a yellow note pad that was folded in half. You could see red ink bleeding through it. Slowly you picked it up. The smell from the sharpie was still present, the note had been written recently. You had seen this kind of message before. Opening it carefully, you read the note on the paper. ‘Hello (Y/n).’ Was all it said. But it was enough to send you into an instant panic. Your heart rate picked up and your palms began to sweat. Meanwhile Matt stood by, hearing your heart rate pick up. “(Y/n)?” He asked. You didn’t respond. He called your name again, this time placing a hand gently on your shoulder. This caused you to jump and drop the paper. “Oh, uh, sorry, what? Did you say something?” You tried to play it off as though nothing was wrong. “Are you okay?” Matt inquired. “Oh yeah, just my electric bill is higher than I thought it would be.” You awkwardly laughed. Matt could sense there was something off, but repeated his question for you again. “I know you mentioned not really liking going out, but like I said Foggy insisted.” “You know what,” You leaned down and picked up the note, crumpling it into a ball. “Tell Foggy I would be delighted.” Matt told you the details of when and where, and you put your number in his phone, then called yours to get his number. Then you ran to your apartment, note in hand to make a call. “He got a note to me.” You said in a whispered into your phone. “(Y/n)?” The voice on the other side asked. “It’s still fresh, I can smell the ink.” Your voice was shaking. “Let’s not panic, okay? We don’t know who put the note there.” The woman's tone tried to calm you. “Yeah sure, someone left me a note like he always would, in my mailbox with my name on it.” You threw the paper you had been holding in your hand against the wall. “Just,” the woman’s voice sighed. “Continue on like normal. I’ll send someone over to get the note. If it is him, you know he’ll keep his distance. Plus, we’ve had some leads and I feel like we are close to finding him.” “Okay.” You reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone. A few hours later you dressed to go out. You were dressed much more casually than last weekend. You met Matt on the stoop to the apartments and began to walk to the bar together. When you got there he held the door open for you. Foggy called out to Matt. You walked over to where he was, at a table in the back corner. The bar was small and had a few customers scattered around it. It was dimly lit but felt cosy in a weird basement kind of way “Glad you could make it,” Foggy beamed. Smiling towards him and the blonde he sat with you replied, “Thanks for inviting me. I don’t like to go out much, but after Matt told me how excited you were how could i say no. His smile turned down a little and he turned his gaze to Matt. “Dude, come one.” Matt just smiled and climbed onto his bar stool, you followed onto yours. “I’m (Y/n),” by the way. You introduced yourself to the woman next to Foggy with a smile. “I’m Karen,” she smiled back. After getting situated the boys went over to the bar to get the first round of drinks. You and Karen began to talk. “Yeah I just moved into the neighborhood. I live under Matt.” You answered her question about being new to the neighborhood. “What’s it like working with them? Foggy seems nice.” She smiled. “Yeah, work is interesting. Matt and Foggy both care so much about the people they are helping, and they really put their whole heart into it.” You looked over to the boys. Foggy was leant on the bar with Matt standing by. Foggy let out a loud laugh at something inaudible Matt has said. “They really helped me too.” You turned your attention back to Karen. “Really?” You asked. “Yeah,” she was now looking at the boys with a smile on her face. You looked back to them and hummed. “I wonder if…” Your sentence didn’t finish as you train of thought wondered. “(Y/n)?” Karen asked. “Huh, oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head. The boys came back over with some beers and you all began to drink and make small talk. You had talked about Batman again, Foggy was excited you liked him. Foggy made you laugh the whole night, but not as much as the banter between the two boys. Their friendship seemed so genuine, you were kind of jealous. After a few beers a long yawn escaped your lips. “Sorry we’re so boring.” Foggy joked. Laughing you told him, “No! I’m having such a fun time. I just woke up so early for work, and didn’t sleep well last night.” “Was I being too loud.?” Matt turned to you with a frown. “Oh no, it’s not that. You know, sometimes you just don’t sleep well.” You assured him, and went to put your jacket on. “Well let me walk you home.” Matt got up from his seat and unfolded his cane. “What?” Foggy whined, holding the ‘a’ a little longer than he needed to. “You’re both leaving. “I wouldn’t make (Y/n) walk home alone after I invited her out.” He told his friend. “Let me get your number before you go.” Karen said and passed you her phone. As you were putting in your number Foggy scoffed. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get your number?” He joked. After your information was in Karen’s phone you held out your hand for Foggy’s. “Thank you again for inviting me out. This was fun.” And with that you and Matt were on your way home. Not long after starting your journey you stumbled over your feet and almost fell. “Are you okay?” Matt asked. Embarrassed you laughed. “Yeah, just more tired than I thought I guess.” “Here,” he smiled and offered you his arms, you graciously took it. Unknown to you he could hear your heart rate increase. “I promise I’m not a crazy lightweight drinker.” You gripped onto his arm. “It’s okay.” He assured you. “I’m glad you had fun tonight. You had seemed kind of upset earlier about something.” You tensed up thinking about the note. “It’s, um, okay. I’m dealing with it, and… well…” You thought for a moment. “Is everything okay?” He asked. “Right now it is,” You told him, your voice getting quiet. “But if things don’t get better I might need your’s and Foggy’s help.” Matt nodded. “Just let me know and we’d be happy to help.” “Thanks.” You replied in a whisper. You walked in silence back to your apartment building. You held his arm all the way until you got to your floor then thanked him, letting go. “Thanks again, Matt. This was fun. I like going out with you.” You cursed yourself with those last words. He smiled and chuckled. “I like going out with you too. Let’s do it again soon.” “Yeah.” you smiled. Then Matt left. You made your way over to your door with a huge smile on your face. You unlocked your door, went inside your apartment and closed the door, locking it behind you. Flicking on the lights you saw you apartment had been trashed. You belongings had been thrown around. Furniture turned on its side. You gasped, walking further into your apartment. That’s when you saw it, a note on your bed. The yellow paper, red ink, still fresh. ‘I will get it, and I will get you.’

Star shopping|matt Murdock x oc

“Look at my face cause we only have one conversation a week”

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This follows haylee and matt dealing with their unusual relationship.

(An oc but you can just change the name to yours if you want)

omg omg omg ok i just had the most random idea - this may be a slightly long one but

what if y/n is a teacher/nun in the church, and takes care of matt while he stays there post explosion. they get closer and eventually date, and y/n ends up pregnant. maggie argues with both of them and accidentally lets slip that she doesn't want y/n to live the same life that she did - because the murdock boys are the same

and thats how matt finds out who his mother is and y/n comforts him (awww)

sidenote: i'm just gonna stop asking anonymously lol

Part One:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem reader Trigger Warning: if ur allergic to fluff then back away.

A teacher. You, a teacher?

Well, who could doubt it? you weren't that religious that you'd become a nun, but a teacher was a happy medium. Actually, you had never been to a church before, but you took the job offer when St.Agnes's was offering it... but truly you had always wanted to teach.

Teaching children was the equivalent to being the change. Truth was you were tired of complaining about the world, so you decided to do something about it.

You'd been a St.Agnes's for four years now. After getting your masters in education, you decided that staying in new york was the best option. Though, once you got you're first job-- thats when DareDevil decided to start playing around.

Your parents tried getting you to go back home, but-- what good were you going to do in (y/h/t)? teach the kids you grew up with and that's it? no. Yo New York you went and stayed

You hadn't prayed until He came to the church after the explosion. though, you didn't know it was a he because nobody every dared to mention his gender.

how would it feel? being blind and having no idea where you were at. It was a terrible two in one deal not a lot of people could deal with, especially for a group of older nuns who were ached and never had a day off.

today you allowed the kids to take the day off, along with the nuns, so it would just be you helping this mystery blind person for a day so that the sisters could get a rest.

It was what? five am when you walked in.

As you opened the door, the squeak woke Matt up, and so did you're footsteps. Though, he didn't recognize your scentl or the way you're weight shifted on the floorboards. his fiery vision was practically eliminated, so all he saw was a blank sheet of paper.

Once your eyes laid on him, you noticed that he was shirtless and sweating. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and his beard was nearly an inch long.

Your heart began to race as you got closer and laid your eyes on his tensed muscles. Though, you fixated your train of thought on the fact that he was sweating and obviously confused.

"Hello?" asked Matt as you got closer.

"Hi, yes, sorry-- are you hot? you're sweating."

"...I'm aware." said Matt with annoyance, "you're not Maggie."

"No, I am not." you firmly responded as you placed the bowl of water on the night stand, "Sister Maggie is taking a fast today from serving. Since you care so much, I am pleased to tell you that she will be back tomorrow."

"Thank god." whispered Matt with a sigh, "she doesnt give me a break."

"A break? who says I'm going to give you a break" you asked as you dipped the porcelain towel into the bowl of water.

"Your not?"

"why would I?" you asked as you sat on the wooden chair by his bed.

"Blind guy, just sitting here, what would you do with me?"

"Make you recite your times tables."

"intriguing." responded Matt as his de-focused eyes attempted to find your voice,

"why do you say that?" asked Matt as he felt you place the warm cloth over his chest.

"I'm a teacher, It's my job."

"you're a teacher." said Matt

As you stopped for a second, placing the cloth back into the water you asked, "you're surprised?"

"no, not surprised, just stunned."

"Stunned is a synonym for surprised."

as she squeezed the blood out of the rag, you looked over to Matt who was enjoying the argument, "I'm not stunned, surprised or astonished. Just, you don't sound like a teacher."

"well," you said as you placed the warm cloth back on his chest, and began to run it up his neck, "when you have to teach twenty five blind sixteen-year-olds how to read braille-- you learn to pick up on the attitude."

"you're a blind teacher?" asked Matt.

"you're full of questions."

"well, you're the teacher, so I'd expect you to have the answers."

Matt heard the muscles in your cheeks stretch as you replied in a lower tone, "To answer, you're question, yes. I am a blind teacher."

"what do you do?" asked Matt as he felt you press down on an area of his neck where he had stitches, "just braille?"

"everything." you responded as you removed the cloth and placed it on the side of the night stand, "chemistry, history, math, reading, writing-- social skills. Sometimes they teach me."

"they do?" asked Matt as he heard you open the drawer that was under the nightstand.

"well, --"

"Matthew, Matthew Murdock."

"Well, Matthew, I've never been blind. So, everyday I do get reminded how it feels to be blind. Like, I'd never thought a guy would dump his girlfriend just because she couldn't look at him."

his lips pressed into a fine line as you took out a black long sleeve from his drawer, you said, "I also get taught how some people are happy they can't see. I get to know the pleasure of somebody saying that they are happy they never have to see the face of their algebra 2 teacher again."

"i agree with that one." responded Matt with a laugh, "so," asked Matt as he heard you unfold the long sleeve, "what have I taught you teach?"

nicknames already?

"that you're not so different then my students."

When charlie cox is in his problematic young girlfriend era... I volunteer as tribute.

Hey in your last update you can Upload part Two ?

hope ur ok: pt2

GIF by kamillahn

TW: are you allergic to fluff? if so piss off

Pairing: Fem reader teacher x Matt Murdock

(tag requested) @chezagnes

“you weren’t joking about times tables, were you?” asked Matt as he heard you take out some papers from your briefcase. 

“Do I sound like a joking person?” 

Matt was used to women falling down at his feet, and begging him to be with them. Though, that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t do the same in due time, but thats just how you were. 

Hard to get. 

“No, but, my times tables?” asked Matt as he began to stand up from his bed, “out of all the things, you’d have me recite numbers?” 

He had to be sixteen, because there was no way someone could be so whiney. 

as you sat down on the chair beside his bed, you began to place the essays your students had written; on the top of your lap, you said, “you’re a lawyer, right?” 

“Thats the rumor on the street.” 

You signed as your hands went over the dots, “so, you know the constitution, history, aws that were passed years ago and cases that hardly matter to us now backwards and forwards, right?” 

“yes.” replied Matt a he swung his legs over the bed and placed his feet not he the floorboards, then facing your voice you said, “So, the one thing you probably could give two fucks about is math and science. Right?” 

“yes…” 

“And you’re a lawyer. and by the time I have spent talking to you, and by the way I’ve seen you maneuver yourself around court— you seem like the type of guy to think he knows everything.” 

“I do.” 

“whats seven times five hundred and twenty tree?” 

he paused. Thinking for a moment he replied cockily, “Two thousand, three hundred and sixty one.” 

“wrong.” you said with a laugh, “It’s three hundred, six hundred and sixty one.” 

In embarrassment in pointed his head away from your direction, though you continued laughing by replying “So, Matthew, you don’t know everything.” 

“you want to humble me.” 

“No,” you replied as your hands continued towards the page, “That’s what church is for… I just think you need to broaden your perspective on people.” 

“by doing my times tables and chemistry?” 

“Why not?” you asked as you’re hands stopped feeling the dots that were on the page, “you need to learn how to stretch you’re brain from just the circle that you live in.” 

“So you’re a therapist.” said Matt in a laugh as he relaxed he just got himself into some trouble with you. 

“No, I’m just a person who thinks you have more potential than what you see in yourself. God knows why He gave you a second chance, but he did. By seeing you and the way you treated you’re partners in the last case you three did— made me think that If I was ever in a situation that I had to deal with that— that I’d want that person to realize that they aren’t a little perfect creampuff that gets to walk on the face of the earth. And if it takes for me to teach you how to balance and equation or for me to sit down with you and practice seven times forty nine— then it will.” 

Matt looked away from the sunlight and set his peripherals back to you. 

His eyes, defocused yet so concentrated on your words. 

Concentrated on you. 

“So, when do we start, teach?”

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Check out my Matt X Fem Frank Castles sister POC OC!!

Hello how are you? I have a Matt x Fem.reader request.

If the matt and the reader had a blind daughter and the matt tries to teach her to live and that it is not bad to be blind

"I want to see Mommy again, but I can't!"

HIII HOW ARE YOU QUEEN<3 I'M GRR8888! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST! Keep em coming, queens. Literally, i love writing them as I write my own fic;) pairing: Matt Dad Murdock x Blind Daughter x you

warnings?: literally fluff. i mean, maybe some pain?? if your allergic to emotion, I do not reccomend.

She was seven when it happened. 

Two years younger than Matt.

Two years less to see the world, but seven years more then some had ever gotten.

Once you were pregnant with Matilda, the doctor told you and Matt that she would be prone to blindness, though, this didn't necessarily mean that she would come out blind, since Matt wasn’t blind because of his genetics... it was just a warning.

When daughter was born and her eyes were perfectly clear. They were round and big likes Matt's, the two were nearly twins. For seven years, she saw you and Matt as parents, she saw the three of you share seven christmas's, she saw seven thanksgivings and seven birthdays. She acted like a ‘normal’ kid. She went to school during the day, and wondered why her dad wasn’t home at night. 

She didn’t know Matt had heightened senses, she thought it was weird that he didn’t use his cane around the town home you and Matt bought, or really didn’t need to figure out where everything was around the home.

Then it it all began. 

Matilda got picked up from school by y/bsf/n like any other day. She wore her pink tutu and a graphic tee that read, ‘GIRL PWR’. Her hair was swooped up in two pigtails, and that morning you and Matt both noticed how she put extra cap stick on to make her lips glossy. 

You had an early morning meeting and y/bsf/n offered and you and Matt agreed that it would be fine. You and Matt kissed your daughter goodbye, like normal, and the both of you headed out. 

fast-forward a couple hours later, Matt and Foggy were writing out opening statements when Matt heard his daughter's screams  echo through Hells kitchen, she was on the side of the road just like he was. her scream pierced through his ears then he nearly felt blood drip down his neck.

He quickly got up from his chair, foggy said, “Matt, what’s wrong buddy?” 

He picked up her location, 

“its Matilda” whispered Matt as he got up from his desk. 

“What happened?” asked Foggy as matt rushed out the door. though, time didn’t allow Matt to respond. 

As Matt ran through the roofs of hells kitchen, he called you. 

“Hey Matt,” you said as you got out of your meeting. 

You heard him groan as he jumped over the buildings, “Hun, everything okay?” 

“its Matilda,” said Matt as he jumped. Your heart skipped a beat, “Hun, what’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, she’s screaming, she’s… she’s in pain” 

your heart dropped, as well as your books when you said, “Matt, tell me she’s okay.” 

he passed as he stood on top of the building with the nearest fire exit, “i’m almost there, go to the market, and just by it she should be there” 

“Matt—“ 

he hung up. 

As matt practically jumped down the staircase, as he unfolded his cane, he went out the door. 

he heard sirens, people crowded around his little girl. 

Her scream echoed everywhere, he heard something happen with the atoms in her system. Suddenly some of them were collapsing. 

“Sir, I’m going to have to stop you there,” said a security guard, though Mahoney caught sight of Matt and screamed for him to come to her. 

Matilda laid on the ground, yearning for relief but only got a half trained paramedic to tell her to keep calm. 

Matt brushed over the crowd of people and found his daughter, kneeling on the floor, Matildas cries fell to the concrete floor. 

“Honey,” said Matt as his hands went tucked her hair behind her ears, “Honey its me” “Dad!” cried Matilda as she tried to wipe her eyes, “dad!” she cried as matt threw his cane to the side and embraced her. 

The smell of fish oil and copper filled his nostrils as he got closer to her. “dad,” said Matilda in a cry, “Dad, I can’t see” 

“Sweetheart, it's okay” whispered Matt as he tightened his embrace around the girl, “honey stay with me, it's okay” 

her tears soaked his suit jacket, so did the gas that glazed her face. 

Your threw your heels on the ground as you got closer to the scene, you threw your purse ont he ground as you approached the crowd of people. Several security guards held you down but you screamed, “THAT IS MY FUCKING DAUGHTER IN THERE YOU BETTER LET ME THE HELL IN!” 

They didn’t let you in, but Mahoney saw you nearly slap the police officer, and then he let you in. 

As you walked in, you saw Matt hugging Matilda, she was in tears. 

As you looked down to your daughter, you noticed her silver pupils.

“christ,” you whispered as you knees dropped. 

“Baby” you whispered as you came closer, “its mommy babe, i’m here” 

you daughters body shifted t your voice but almost hugged the air. you grabbed onto her empty arms as she whispered a cry, “mommy…” 

your hands patted over her hair “mommy I can’t see” she whispered, “i can’t see” 

“baby, breathe, okay?” you said, as you attempted to calm her down. You had no heightened senses, but you knew her heartbeat was off the charts. 

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Now, months later, Matilda has gotten used to being blind, but her new... 'powers' have been a bother. 

As you wash the dishes Matt slips his tie on and Matilda sits on the common table eating her breakfast. 

As you looked over to your daughter, the hot water that when over your hands caused the glass slip out of your hands. 

The glass crashed down on the base of the sink and then Matilda sensed picked up on every bit of glass that fell down not he sink, through the garbage disposal and even the ones that rested on your hands. She lost her balance, causing her to fall off the chair and yearn in pain as the sound increased. “Matilda—“ you said as you wiped your hands down on your jeans, “baby” you said as you got down on your knees to her, Matt now coming to the two of you. 

she covered her ears, and slowly counted sheep. 

“one sheep two sheep, three sheep, four sheep” whispered Matilda as she rocked. “Matilda, what’s wrong? please tell mommy?” 

You glanced up towards Matt, pressing your lips to a fine line you said, “Honey, why don't you get up” 

“Too much..” whispered Matilda as she continued to rock, “noise” 

Your brows knotted, and glanced back at Matt, “baby why don’t you stand up—“ 

“no!” said Matilda, “you dont understand mom, you’re not blind!” 

Your hands went up, Matt then looked over to you and you two reached an agreement. This was his area to cover. 

Matt then placed his arms around her and said in a gentle tone, “Matilda…”

“No dad! I hate this,” she got up as the noise began to fade, “I hate being blind, I hate hearing everything, I HATE THIS!” 

Tears streamed down her face as she covered her clear pupils with her palms. “Sweetie…” whispered Matt as his hands tucked her hair behind her ears. “No dad!” said Matilda, “I hate all of this! i want to remember how mommy looks, i want to remember how you look, but I can’t daddy, I can’t!” Her sobs covered her voice. your heart shattered as you saw Matts arms cover over her and her eyes close shut once her head rested on his chest. “You can,” said Matt as he patted her hair down, “just concentrate.” 

“huh?” whispers Matilda. 

“concentrate on Mommy,” said Matt, “are you?” 

Matilda nodded, “what do you smell from mommy?” 

“The beach” said Matilda, “she’s crying… I can smell the beach?” 

Her tears. 

“Thats it” said Matt, “now, what do you hear?” 

for a second, Matilda concentrated only hearing her mothers heartbeat and the rest of the world fading. 

“a fast tump” said Matilda with a smile, “is that mommy’s heart?” 

“yes.” said Matt with a grin. 

he contend to part her back nd said, “y/n, spin” 

a weird command for sure, but you did it. 

“you hear that?” asked Matt. 

“mommys wearing a skirt?” asked Matilda as she imagined the silk skirt flow in the air. 

“yes,” said Matt as a smile stretched across his lips, “What color?” asked Matt. 

“color?” asked Matilda as she bit her tongue. 

“concrete on the smell two, d. sf mommy’s skirt, what does it smell like?” 

“my black dress” said Matilda as her Adeline began to spike, “Its smells like Black!” 

“thats it” said Matt with Praise as she pulled her away from her chest, “you’ll get better. in no time you’ll see everything.” 

“are you sure?” asked Matilda.

you looked over at the two, and both were staring in off directions, and their eyes barely connecte

he grinned back oat her and said, “yes angel, I’m sure.” 

The weight of being a writer is being an emotional one.

Writing, but not just writing, I'm playing god, and I feel bad for doing this horror to this person.

Nobody:

The lead in every Matt Murdock Fic:

(don't fact check me, but you're welcome to fact check me)

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil community:

Please consider the upper-hand character you write about when re: to Matthew and Daredevil. These are two different people and they approach things wayyy differently then the other. Remember that Matthew Murdock is Daredevil, and Daredevil is not Matthew Murdock. Also consider, when writing about Matthew Murdock, sure he'd want to get a girlfriend, propose THEN have a kid. HOWEVER, throw in a wildcard of a women into the mix, and the order will have to change. Or, throw in if the oc hangs out with Matthew, she may go for the more traditional approach to a family. Vs, a character like Mercedes Castle (My OC. Check out Cherie on Wattpad!) who is more like Daredevil, but spends more time with Matt, then that changes the mix entirely because she's not traditional, but he is. Yet, going back to that, "Matthew Murdock is Daredevil" analogy, he will then bend to the devils will easier because that person is more him than he is himself... and when writing Matthew love interest, please remember that they become his god. He worships them, so he will bend the side of him he doesn't like to please her.

Matt crosses roads with a journalist who's going on a hot pursuit, she's caught up in a gunfight and he saves her, the rest is your choice but pleeease let there be fluff and sassy Murdock 🥰🥰🥰

"We'll Meet Again" Matt Murdock X fem reader!

Firs of all: Love this request! low-key so much fun to write and lowly are in love with them!

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Fem reader

TW: not consented fooling around...

enjoy<3

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You were a journalist. Yes. But you believed you were a detective. Hell, weren't they're the same thing?

You were in a club... not your scene really, but this is where all the politicians hung around after hours. This was the only way you could get an actual scoop on what went on these guy's head.

Hence, proving your story on how even the most wholesome politicians have had an intrusive thought or two.

As you stayed there; (in the club wearing the only thing you remotely had close to club attire)... you wore a black body con that was beaded from breast to toe... it glistened as the flashy lights glared off of the beads. The slit that hung from the crease of your thigh hung down to the floor, as then a politician eyed you.

"Hello there, darling." said the older man as he came up to your table, "...You look lonely."

"Do I?" you asked the blonde man who was in his, what, forties?

"A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be all alone... no, no, no, no! why aren't you having a fine time?"

As you took a sip of your club soda, you said with a grin, "Maybe because I've been waiting for a man like you to whisk me away... it's gotten a little boring for me"

As the blonde man extended his hand to you, he said with a sly grin, "Then I must've come at the perfect time."

As the blonde whisked you away from the scenery, you then quickly noticed what he had in plan. Frankly, what he had in plan was not what your contract with the bulletin stated.

He whisked you to the top of the building... romantic, right? He could fuck you and then push you off of the building in the name of you just trying to get a scoop.... nice, right?

As you two went up there, your mind went to how you could turn this to the key to your story. Though, as your hands settled on the rail that separated you from falling three hundred feet to the ground, you felt the guys lips slowly fall on your back.

For a second you allowed it.

Not your ideal way to get information, but he wasn't harming you, so it wasn't a total red flag, right?

Were you totally comfortable? no. Was this your scene? again... no. But was the story you were writing have the potential to save millions of lives.... yes

Through as you attempted to turn around, he settled your hips back on the rail, you said "I'm sorry can we just-"

He pressured his weight on your hips, you said "Hey, no this is not what I wanted--"

In a growl he responded, "You do what I tell you to do."

"I'll scream" you said as you turned your head to his.

as you eyes his blue eyes and locked with them, he said in a rather dark tone,"Thats what I like to hear."

Immediately, you realized this was the situation you had to get yourself out of.

You turned as his weight on you became loose, though as you met the door of the stairs, the man stopped you and pressed his overpowering self on you.

As you tried unlocking the door, you whispered, "shit shit shit" as then man then pressed his revolver down on your spin.

"You do, what I say you do."

Your heart beat was truly one people could hear from miles, nevertheless a man with heightened senses.

Hell, he could hear it from light years away if he tried.

You felt the cold end of the gun rub against your back as the seconds grew. A single tear fell down your cheek as you then realized what had become of your night.... this was it. This was the end of your life.

Though, the guardian angle you always felt seemingly appeared in the light of a man in a devil's suit.

You didn't see him, hell you were still pinned against the wall as you then heard just clashes of punches hit the blonde man's face and body. Your eyes closed as you heard the guy whine in pain, but smiled as you then sided with yourself.

He deserved it.

As you turned, you saw the devil man, though tonight he wasn't wearing horns, or a suit to protect him from aliens and sociopaths. Instead, he wore a black long sleeve that hugged every muscle perfectly. His cargo pants were tight... hell too tight for him but not your eyes. His bandana was simple; black and tightly wrapped around his face. His chin was sharp as a knife and covered with a light stubble of favial hair.

"Did you really not think that he would want to fuck with you?" asked the masked man from afar.

"I wanted information." you said as you then brushed your dress off, "He had what I wanted."

"yea, well, you had something he wanted too... maybe you guys arent too unalike."

oh, so he saves your life but then makes fun of you?

"Oh, I'm sorry, when the bulletin makes reports about you, now I know that we can add how petty you are.... that when you save them, you question them as well."

He laughed as his hands then met his hips, "you're a journalist?'

You responded as your hands met one another, "Do you have something against a journalist? what do you not serve us or something?"

A laugh escaped his mouth as he then replied, "I'm just curious... not petty. And no, I like journalist."

"Oh great, I'm on your nice list..." you said with a laugh as you then walked a couple steps forward to the masked man, "but hey, while your at it- tell me about this curiosity of yours."

"well, not everyone goes to a club at three am on a Tuesday and agrees to go with a random dude on a roof..."

Sternly, you responded, "I'm committed to my craft."

He laughed as he heard your footsteps near him, though he caught your scent. What was it? coffee with a mix of jasmine perfume? god it was lovely.

"you're crazy." said Matt as his fiery vision revealed your curly hair fall over your shoulders, "He could've hurt you."

Sarcastically, you responded with a laugh, "oh my god, like I had no idea!"

he laughed as he then heard your heart slowly race as his footsteps neared you, "why did you?" asked Matt in a lower tone, "why did you do this tonight?"

in a lower tone, you asked him, "why did you do this tonight."

Though you couldnt see his eyes, they shot up along with his brows as he heard you. "Because I, wanted to help you." said Matt.

You asked as you as he then stood a foot away from you, "By helpig me what are you doing?"

"Helping the city?" asked Matt.

"by being here, tonight-- at three am with a bunch of drunk politicians; creating a case to reveal their evil... what am I doing?"

Matt then titled his head, as he registered your motive, "helping the city..."

"so," you said with a grin, "we're not so different, are we, devil boy?"

he smiled as he heard your heart slowly race as you then inched closer to him, then only being three inches away from him, he asked: "what do I have to do to be with you again?"

You smiled as he cocked his head downwards to you, you replied in a sultry tone, "Just do what you do, and I'll do what I do, and I'll guarantee you that we'll meet again. "

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Did you like this writing? if so check out my fic:

"Chérie" on Wattpad where Frank Castle sister and Matthew Murdock fall in love<3 (lots of trauma and smut)

please read <3

i liked your original post reminding people to be mindful of matt's blindness when writing fanfics for him, but your new one is quite odd, to be honest.

anyone who writes for him is free to interpret his character based on what stood out to them in the show, and how they use that interpretation to insert or conduct matt in their stories is very honestly up to them. there are famous and generally agreed-upon headcanons for matt because of popular fanfics in the dd fandom (which i'm also a big fan of), but ultimately they're just that: headcanons.

you may interpret matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same. i know you mean well, but i feel that being authoritative over how to write his character takes out the fun in writing fanfics for characters.

OMG HI!!! Thank you so much for responding!!!

Remember: this is my opinion. Not fact. I am not claiming my words to be fact, nor word I ever <3

Totally get where you're coming from; let me clarify my post.

So, there are fictional men like, Jess Mariana, Peter Parker (comic book, not live action) Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Clark Kent, that I feel like can be written overall in a pretty safe and vague way...they're the sweet guys of the fandom, and if you were to put the worst dialog on the planet by those characters but they were having picnic with so and so person, I honestly would read it and believe every action and movement.

If you were to write Though, when writing, Anakin Skywalker, Loki, Bruce Wayne, and Matthew Murdock/Daredevil... we enter this new world of layered writing that should be handled in a way that the reader (even if its for fun) gets the density of their personality, and tendencies.

I said, "Remember that Matthew Murdock is Daredevil, and Daredevil is not Matthew Murdock."

That, is what it means... and I don't feel like I have to defend it that much. His character is almost like moonknight in a way when you're writing two at once. Whichever you choose to focus more on, will reveal that personality for itself. Also, I've read some fan fics that do play this out very well. At night, and at all times at night; Daredevil is rougher with his love intrest, adn himself... vs the day where it's more puppy love.

"Sure he'd want to get a girlfriend, propose THEN have a kid. HOWEVER, throw in a wildcard of a women into the mix, and the order will have to change. Or, throw in if the oc hangs out with Matthew, she may go for the more traditional approach to a family. Vs, a character like Mercedes Castle (My OC. Check out Cherie on Wattpad!) who is more like Daredevil, but spends more time with Matt, then that changes the mix entirely because she's not traditional, but he is."

Again, this goes with handling with person you're oc is hanging around more often.... going back to the daredevil at night thing, I feel like choosing his choices for lets say the oc (at night) says, "I'm pregnant." right? Daredevil (imo) won't be as happy about that, but come the morning, Matthew Murdock plead his heart out to her and ask for "forgiveness" for being so rude.

"Matthew love interest, please remember that they become his god. He worships them, so he will bend the side of him he doesn't like to please her."

So, this can get see as authoritative towards his character. I get my wording was a lil off but, hear me out.

A lot of fan fics i've read MASTER this concept of "worshiping" the oc. But, I'm not saying whatever I say is fact, but in the show he does have a tendency to put xyz character in place of his own self (depending on how much he's 'into' them.) Sure, I get what you mean like, "you may interpret Matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same." saying that it takes away the 'fun' but hear me out. We want authenticity, and it feel better as the reader when you are given that raw dialog, and movements. my opinion: I love the worshiping idea, and it plays really well in a prompt when something happen to character B, and he has to give everything up to help them

Why am I writing this?:

Well because I really care about this character, and I hate to see such an intriguing person, get subjected to things that cross their moral standard.

we all have the capabilities to grow and accept others opinions!

and three, well, I just have been writing him for so long, that when I see a post like, "his eyes met my face" I'm like... girly. No. No he didn't because he's blind. And, when I see a pregnancy scare, and she's like, "He slipped his black mask away from his face and hugged me in excitement, saying 'I am so excited to start a family with you.'" I'm like... waitttttt hold up, and hear me out.

If you have a problem with this, please send in a request! Also, I'm open for requests about Matt, so enjoyyyy queens!

CHARLIE COX WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME

So, are you wanting to read an AU where Matt falls in love with Franks sister?

Check out the fic

⋆⁺₊⋆ Chérie ⋆⁺₊⋆ Matt Murdock X Frank Castles sister

Summary: What happens when Mercedes Castle looses her brother and sister, all within a year? What happens when she tries to re-connect with Frank while, then, meeting an oh so familiar lawyer.

TW: DEATH, mentions of depression and suicide. Mentioned abuse, (if can get triggered by any of these subjects or subjects related. PLZ DO NOT READ. it is an ongoing theme.) Smut, but that will be later. ;) ;)

Wattpad Link for cast & playlist(s):

Chapter One:

⋆⁺₊⋆ Chérie ⋆⁺₊⋆

"They say this house is haunted 

But all these ghosts I've grown with

As it slips away from me

I still hold on hopelessly

I lay my head to sleep and say goodnight" 

- Holly Humberstone

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Oct 21st 3am

MERCEDES CASTLE WASN'T A BAD PERSON. She just wished she saw the world through rose pink tinted glasses.

It would have been nice if Mercedes thought that everyone was innocent until proven guilty. Rather than seeing innocence, she saw guilt until proven innocent.

It was a harsh way to see life, but god did give her charcoal gray tinted glasses. It wasn't her fault. Lord, did she want to take them off for one day. For one day, she hoped she would rip the glasses off and see people for the good they truly had inside.

Though sometimes god would let Mercedes take those glasses off, and when she did oh lord, did she see good. Christ, was she attracted to it.

When she saw goodness, grace, and hope— she wanted to bottle it up in a jar, put it on a shelf, and just take a look at it every day just to remind herself that it still existed.

As Mercedes drove her knuckles into the punching bag, she wondered what truly kept the world spinning.

Was it love? love was something that kept her afloat. Maybe some people, but love to Mercedes was like happiness. She didn't have it all the time.

If love didn't keep the world spinning, what was?

Well, it was grace.

As Mercedes watched her world move positively and negatively, she realized how grace affected it.

Grace and her's relationship was complicated because— grace kept Frank out of jail. But grace also forgave Billy when he murdered her sister.

Grace was there when god gave Yanelis a second chance at being happy, but grace wasn't there when Yanelis couldn't protect herself from hate.

Grace was there when Yanelis and frank were in the front lines, but, grace wasn't there for Maria, Lisa, and Frank Jr.

Good or bad, grace kept the world spinning.

Well, at least her world.

It was funny because being a detective she saw grace being tossed around to everybody. She saw it being given to murderers, adulterers, predators, the list goes on— Until it was needed, Grace was given to everyone.

Grace didn't go to her sister when she died a year ago.

Grace didn't go to her sister-in-law and nephews.

As Mercedes drives her foot into the scarlet plastic-covered bag, "Mama" by My Chemical romance plays in the background.

Silently, she whispered the lyrics to herself.

"Mama we all go to hell"

if Yanelis were alive, this wouldn't be happening. Instead, her and Mercedes would be binge-watching "Gilmore Girls" for the billionth time. Then after watching five or six episodes, Yanelis would play an old murder documentary and have Mercedes pinpoint everything wrong that was done, and why they didn't catch the murderer the night after. But instead, Yanelis was gone, and she was in an abandoned gym driving her knuckles into a plastic bag.

Frank didnt care. Maybe if he bothered he could be there with her— but, hell he was dealing with his problems. Frank didnt even show up to Yanelis Funeral. Instead, he showed up a week later at her tomb... what a guy right?

Frank was gone, murdering drug dealers off in hells kitchen and Yanelis was— Yaenlis was six feet under.

And then, Mercedes was just there.

This wasn't how their lives as siblings was supposed to go.

This wasn't the plan.

As Mercedes sweat falls down the curve of her forehead, the faint scent of lavender shampoo fades and its overcomes by the harsh scent of water, salt and blood— which fills the room entirely.

In a crime scene, its not really ideal to leave your blood on the premises, so she usually cleans equipment. hence, why a certain man has never noticed.

Crime had been low in Hells Kitchen. there was no need for a Daredevil, or a punisher. Now, the police were actually taking care of it. Sometimes Daredevil would be seen in alleyways but that was only if something truly needed to be taken care of.

Now, Daredevil spent his nights in fogwells, and his days in a law office.

The problem with Matt coming to Fogwells tonight was that rock music was played by millions of people at three o'clock in the morning, so her doing so wasn't something new.

As Matt placed his hands on the rusted doorknob, he listened for her heartbeat. 

He heard the golden cross that was hung around her neck, bounce off her chest as she drove every punch and kick to the bag.

As he unlocked the door, he heard the muscles in her neck shift towards his direction.

A guy, great.

Matt didn't carry a cane, but by the time he entered the complex, he had already folded it. By the time he was up the stairs, the glasses that hung on the tip of his nose were in his duffle bag.

With the one glance she got, Mercedes noted:

Male: white, five-eleven athletic build- seen at fogwells gym at three o'clock in the morning.

Under the shadows she could tell this wasnt his first time here. Or, first time doing this.

As Matt sat down the duffle bag on a bench, he noted where he assumed the light was coming from. Though, three wasn't much light because it had been raining. So the light that radiated through the glass was more of a moonlight. He wouldn't want her to see his eyes, so he stayed within the shadows.

With another glance at Matt, Mercedes saw the silver cross that hung in the middle of his chest, the black tank top that gripped his torso, and the gray sweatpants that hung loosely down his legs. Though, as she looked down, she saw how his socks were carefully tucked into his pants.

As he walked closer towards Mercedes, the scent of fish and foil increased tremendously.

Though, with blood along her knuckles, she kept in contact with the bag.

"You're bleeding, aren't you?" Asked the man.

She looked back at him, and noted the bruises that nearly wrapped around his forearms.

Her eyes went back on the bag, and ignored him.

"You should probably stop."

His voice was raspy, something as if he had been yelling for too long... or maybe he hadn't spoken in a while. 

she continued punching.

In a low tone, he said, "This is probably the best time to stop."

Matt heard her heartbeat calm, and her knuckles slowly retract from the bag.

As she paused, she stretched out her fingers and noticed the tissue that hung out of her knuckles, the tape that used to be wrapped around her knuckles was now only hanging on by a thread. as cold air slowly entered in her flesh, she silently cursed at herself.

she bit her lip as the pain registered in her brain, and then walked over to the phone, she squatted down and paused the music.

As she remained squatted, she looked over to where the man was and said, "Thanks."

she hoped he at least gave a slight grin, but from where he stood, she could only see his silhouette.

As she remained on the floor, she grabbed some leftover black tape and began wrapping her knuckles.

Matt heard her silently say, "fuck" as she wrapped her knuckles.

"Sorry, I knew that probably other people came here, I just... lost track of time... place is all yours."

As she tightened the tape around her knuckles, she said to the shadow:

"I'm Camilla" Usually when someone provided their name to a stranger, it made the other one feel comfortable around the other one.

Though, her electric heartbeat gave away her lie.

He nodded, and said, "Matthew."

Mercedes pressed her lips into a fine line and mumbled; "...Biblical"

"Yea well, I just dont go to church on easter, if thats what your insinuating."

She paused as she registered the tone of his voice. She noted how it reminded her of someone who she had heard of before. maybe at work?

"Never insinuated anything. Just noted that you could be named after a bible character. Just like how how you could have insinuated that i'm named after Prince Charles's mistress... just an observation.. nothing to be taken seriosly."

She continued to wrap the tape between her fingers.

"Were you?" asked Matt.

"Was I?"

"Named after Camilla?"

She took in a deep breath, her mind then traced for a story as to why her parents named her 'Camilla'.

"My dad had just broken the news to my mom that he had gotten another women pregnant... she didn't take he news very well, but she had my sister and she wanted my sister to have that experience of meeting her baby sister. So, when my mom and sister got to the hospital, my dads mistress asked my sister what her baby sisters name should be. after waiting a couple minutes, my sister couldn't think of anything that wasn't related to elmo, so my step mom said to my sister, 'why not Camilla?'. My sister liked the idea, but she just didn't know the meaning."

Matt heard her heartbeat escalate as every word flew out of her mouth.

Boy did she know how to lie.

"The meaning?" asked Matt as he began to walk over to the ring.

"Well, I broke the family. Just like Camilla."

He noticed her hadn't buzz as she finished tying the tape around her fingers.

"are, if you mind me asking— are you okay?"

Her eyes deviated from the tape at the thought of the question.

her eyes went back to the tape as she continued to wrap it, she replied; "I'm not a fan of lying."

"Me neither."

a moment passed as Mercedes contiuned to wrap her knuckles, slowly the aroma blood and sweat escaped, and the scent of salty tears entered....

The trim of her lash line clumped up her tears as the man said, "You dont have to answer."

from the showdown, she saw his knuckles. They were too also painted with blood.

His neck, which was bare from any bruise, had a stubble creeping from the mid of his neck, the up his jaw.

though his jaw was loose, it was— relaxed.

she read his lips.

Calm, but not bored.

She couldnt see his eyes, but from what she felt, she knew they were calm.

no pain circled them, and no creases were formed.

"You caught me on an off day."

Matt heard the tear drip down her cheek as he said, "if you come here, you probably have more of 'off months'"

the tips of her mouth curled as she thought: Its not like he's wrong.

as she went down on her knees, she unzipped her tote and took out a white cloth.

from the scent of the towel, Matt knew that the cloth had seen better days.

"it's been an 'off year'." She said as she began to wipe the bag.

"I'm listening." 

she continued to wipe the bag, now noticing the amount of blood she shed in the time that she was there.

No wonder you're feeling dizzy

"Family... um, problems."

she contiuned to wipe down the bag and said, "...sister died about a year ago."

"I'm sorry." said Matt as his nose twitched at response to inhaling the scent of the room.

There was no indication that she was there, or had ever been there.

she wiped it perfectly, not a single implication that she was there.

No blood had dripped on the wooden floors, not even a drop of sweat.

All her sweat and blood stuck to her sports bra, which was made out of some material that rubbed against her skin so hard that now rashes were being formed on the sides of her back. those rashes made he muscles tense, but she'd been used to it.

"Since we're getting all 'forgive me father for I have sinned'.. Ikilled her. well," she paused and said, "I was the reason why she died."

he listened for her heartbeat.

a lie.

He heard her fingers tug the material of her short down, now they were covering a bruise she got from the bag.

"Couldnt get to her on time."

"your a nurse?" he asked.

"No, um,  ex military, detective and psychologist sort of three in one deal" 

He nodded as he crossed his arms around his abdomen and Mercedes said, "he wasnt treating her... right and I kept my mouth shut because-"

she thought about it: if that didn't say red flag, she didn't know what did.

"My sister um.. she had depression, an and i only saw her truly happy when she was with him. so, i—"

her eyes defocused, and soon her eyes were being covered by the palms of her hands.

In agony she continued saying, "didn't say anything" her voice was muffled. "then, he killed her."

she paused for a second, now her eyes were not aligned by tears but filled with them.

though her voice being covered by the palms of her hands, she said, "when you study to be a detective you're taught to not let your emotions get in the way of your judgement but i— i only saw my sister being happy so i didn't say anything.. and now, now, my sister—" she sighed, "she died because I didn't say anything."

his mind traced back to a year in time when he was crashing into a girl's apartment because he heard screams, but when he got there, that girl was dead.

Both of them didn't make it in time.

From experience after experience, Matt silently said to her, "dont kill yourself in attempt to bring her back to life."

"I killed her." she tugged at her lip and said, "for one year I've only heard one thing, 'Agent Ante, your sister has been murdered by one Billy Russo.'"

As she tried to continue, her voice became strained, "He killed her, and he's still out there— christ, he got innocent in the fucking courtroom!"

Tears overwhelmed her eyes as they began to fall down her cheeks.

"I couldn't save her." she said, "I. Killed.Her."

Her head shook, making the the curls that framed her face fly in different directions.

sweat fell from the strands and they dissolved in the air as she then said, "this is stupid, i'm talking to a stranger about my problems. sorry— I should be going."

"No." he said. He spoke softly, clamly, and steadily. "You put more tape on your knuckles, right?"

With hesitation, she responded. "...yea"

He replied, "well?"

As she wiped the tears away from her face, she said, "how do I know your not going to kill me?"

He bobbed his head from side to side and said, "Don't kill."

"Bullshit. How do I know that."

"The name, the cross--"

"Just because you have a cross around your neck doesn't mean I'm going to trust you. How can I trust you?" She walked over to the ring and slipped herself through the bands.

"Don't I look trustworthy?'" asked Matt as he did the same.

"Maybe." said Mercedes. As they both got into first position, "But, I can't judge because i haven't even seen you yet, because your doing some batman shit—" she swung at his jaw with her foot and said, "and standing in the shadows."

He laughed as they landed in opposite directions of the ring. However, he still stood in the shadow.

Fe felt the blood trickle in his jaw as she came back at him with quite a few more punches.

He slowly fought back. he noticed she was trained for combat.

He assumed by the way she fought, she wasn't just fighting to let steam out. she was there to train, or to maintain.

He noticed the way her legs hit his torso that they were not just muscular but built for one on one combat.

When her arms hit his chest, they were used to holding weapons, they were meant to kill, meant to hurt.

but then, she realized that when he maneuvered between his moves that he was trained as something other than for self-protection.

more like self preservation.

his body was trained to defy gravity, to slice, to torture in the most unexpected way. he fought almost as if a string were being attached from his head, though he was the one pulling it.

In the midst of slashing against one another, he pinned her down. He listened for her heartbeat but it was overcome by loud her breathing was. . 

"You okay?" he asked. He slipped his hand around her waist, wrapped his arm around her troat, and pulled herself close to him.

"Never better," she said as she wrapped her hands around his head and slammed him down to the opposite side of the ring.

By the time his senses picked up her location, she was already on top of his torso, laying all her body weight on him, along with both of her hands pressed against his throat.

she visibly saw him lose air, concentration, sense.

She nodded his jaw tense, the sweat trip from his temples.

his forearms, now tense and fixated on her next move but, she let go, legs between each side of his shoulder, she stood up, and put her hand in front of him, "game?"

his body relaxed, his eyes now focused, his breath suddenly now on tempo.

He grabbed her hand but then kick her feet to which she was now on the ground and he was in the same position he was.

With a smirk and a buzz fro her heartbeat, he replied; "game." 

It was in that moment where Mercedes realized that the guy whom she fought was daredevil.