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Falling for the Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k+ Warnings: swearing, uhh fluff, slight angst?, matt is a flirt, i edited this while fighting 6g melatonin Summary: Matt Murdock is a known flirt, and a successful one, at that. You've seen him work his magic on women dozens of times. But one night, he attempts to use that Murdock charm on you. He might've fallen first, but you just might fall harder... maybe.

Masterlist // Buy me a coffee!

Matt Murdock is many things: a great lawyer, a great friend, but most of all, he's a flirt. A merciless flirt, at that. A charmer and a tease. He has a way of making people, specifically women, feel special. It comes naturally to him, much to Foggy's dismay in his pre-Marci days.

You've been working at Nelson, Murdock, and Page for a while now, and you just sort of clicked with the group early on. There have been several occasions when you were all out at Josie's and Matt would work his magic on a woman. You would all watch as he'd flirt with them, charm them, and often times leave with them. It was a running joke in the group, at this point, that Matt was sort of a...philanderer, if you will. He didn't lead these women on, though. Matt was still pretty much a gentleman.

Although he keeps to himself more than the others, you've always been pretty close friends with Matt. He looks out for you the same way he does for Karen and Foggy, and you trust him—like really trust him. Was there a vibe you got from him sometimes? Sure, but you were also well aware that Matt could probably charm a brick wall if he wanted to, and you generally try not to fall for antics like that.

It's been a long week, and this case you were all working had dragged on for weeks in court. You all had done your best work for your client, but you weren't sure how the verdict would pan out. In the end, you guys won the case, and now it was time to celebrate.

Josie's is fairly busy. Foggy brought Marci tonight, and you all get yourselves a drink before claiming the pool table, which is thankfully free. The five of you toast to the big win in court before cutting loose a bit and playing a few games.

You're sitting at a table nearby with Karen, chatting a bit while Foggy plays against Marci—which is incredibly entertaining. Matt is by Foggy's side for emotional support, which he definitely needs. When both your drinks are empty, Karen gets up to get the two of you another round. After a few minutes, you peek over at the bar, wondering what's taking your friend so long. You're only a little surprised to find her talking it up with a guy. She's the friendly sort, but this seems like a bit more than just friendly. He's handsome and very much her type. Another minute later, Karen pops back over with your drink, and asks if you would mind if she stepped away to talk to Evan. You give her a suggestive grin and shoo her away before calling out to your friends that you're playing the winner in the next game.

In a shocking twist, Foggy beat Marci in the last game. Unfortunately for you, that just meant that she was on his side, cheering him on and distracting him from the game. Matt is sitting at the table you and Karen had been occupying, and you call him over.

"Come on, Matt, I need someone to root for me too," you tell him, and he laughs as he joins you by the pool table.

The two of you chat as you play, but after the next few shots, you lose Foggy to Marci's attention. He's practically drooling over her, and you would think it's adorable if it wasn't his turn.

"Earth to Foggy," you call out, but it's no use. You'll have to wait for him to turn his attention back to the game.

"Can you believe this?" You ask Matt, shaking your head in disbelief, and he laughs at your mild distress.

You lean against the table, grabbing your drink you'd left on the edge of it.

"You know, you really pulled through for us on this case," Matt says suddenly as he leans against the table beside you.

"Thanks, Matt. It was nothing though."

"No, really, I don't think we could've pulled it off if not for those documents you found."

"I'm just happy to help," you tell him.

"And we're very happy to have you," he says with a smile.

Matt holds out his glass, and you clink yours against it before taking a sip. You glance over to where Karen is to check on her, and she seems to be having a great time. Her eyes meet yours and she gives you a big smile.

"This is nice," Matt says, drawing your attention back to him.

"Hm?"

"We haven't spent much time together like this lately."

"Well, we've been so busy with the case, it's been hard to find time outside of work. And we all know you're always busy," you say, nudging him with your elbow.

"That's true," he says with a chuckle. "So what have you been up to outside of work?"

"Oh." You weren't expecting that.

"Um, well I've been watching this show lately." You explain the plot of the show before telling him about this new hobby you have. He listens attentively with a small smile. He shows genuine interest in what you're saying, asking questions here and there. After a few minutes, you realize that you've been babbling on.

"Jeez, I'm sorry. I've been rambling."

"Don't apologize," he says, leaning a bit closer. "I like listening to your voice." You recognize his tone. It's that seemingly innocent one he has when he's trying to charm someone. Something bubbles in your chest, and for a moment, you understand why so many women fall for his flirtations.

"I bet you tell all the girls that," you say with a laugh before taking another sip your drink.

"Hey, I mean it," he says, feigning hurt before finishing off his drink.

"Sure you do," you say, voice laced with amusement.

"I do, really. I could listen to you talk all day."

"You do listen to me talk all day," you joke, earning a chuckle from him, though his pride is a bit wounded.

Trying to keep his composure, he casually snatches your drink from your hand and takes a sip.

"Do you want me to get you another drink?" You ask with a laugh.

"I thought maybe we could share." His reply is quick, smooth, and it comes with that signature smirk again.

You roll your eyes. You know Matt and how he is. This case was tough and he's probably looking to blow off some steam, which is fine, but you're not sure why he's looking to you. Being friends with your bosses/coworkers can be difficult enough. Sleeping with Matt would likely complicate both of those relationships. You wouldn't want to risk it all over a one night stand, although, once again, you can see how he manages to captivate all these women.

You play it casual. "Sure, we can share if you want."

At that, you can see the twinge of frustration in Matt's expression. His brows draw up in what looks something like confusion.

"I heard Karen say she was talking to a guy at the bar?" He asks after a moment.

"Oh yeah, she said his name is Evan."

"Nice, nice."

A moment passes. You take your drink back for another sip as your eyes dance over the small crowd to check on Karen again, who still looks like she's having a great time.

"So, are you seeing anyone new?" And you almost spit that sip straight onto the floor. Josie would probably make you clean it yourself, or it would stay there until the sticky puddle dried.

You clear your throat from nearly choking. "No, I'm not." Matt's grin returns. He fumbles with his fingers.

"Oh, no?"

"Nope. You?"

"No, not lately." he says, taking your drink back again and draining half of what's left. He lets out a sigh after. "There's someone I've been interested in for a while, and I just can't quite get over my feelings," he says.

You freeze, your heart kicking up a fuss. Matt smiles at the floor. You try to maintain your composure.

"Oh, really?" you say, trying not to sound too interested. "Who's the lucky lady? Do we all know her?"

"Yeah, you do actually." He finishes off your drink. "Can I get you another?" He asks, holding up your glass.

"Umm." You glance at your watch. It's a Friday, but you don't want to go home so late that you have to call a car.

"Just one more? To celebrate our win." He plays it cool, but there's a slight edge to his voice, almost pleading.

"By one more, do you mean one of my own or one to share?" He laughs at that.

"What's wrong with sharing," he jests with a grin, then heads to the bar before you can reply.

He returns a couple minutes later with a drink for each of you, but his smile deflates when he finds that Foggy's attention has returned to the game you were playing.

"Thanks, Matt," you say passively as you take your drink and set it on the edge of the table before lining up your next shot.

You end up pocketing two balls in one go, letting out an excited shout.

"What's happening?" Matt asks.

"She just pocketed two balls," Foggy says, exasperated.

"My last two. And now I can go for the winning shot," you tell him. He smiles.

"Nice," Matt says, trying not to seem dejected.

"The odds of you making that shot are slim to none," Foggy says. He's right. Based on the placement of his remaining balls, it's unlikely that you'll make the winning shot in this turn, but you get competitive when people doubt you.

"Wanna bet?" you say.

"On you not making the shot? Hell yeah."

"How much if I do?"

"Twenty bucks."

"You don't sound too confident," you say, goading him.

"Fine, fifty." Marci lightly smacks his arm. Honestly, you shouldn't have pushed it with how slim your chances are, but you're feeling a little lucky tonight.

"Deal."

You call your pocket before taking a moment to line up your shot. You inhale deeply, hold it a second, exhale. Shoot. The 8 ball knocks against one of Foggy's, then against the edge of the table before slowly rolling toward the pocket you called. And it's in.

"Holy shit!" Foggy yells. You're cheering for yourself and Marci joins in the excitement.

Foggy comes around to your side of the table to give you your fifty dollars. "You definitely earned it," he says with a laugh. "Wanna go again?"

"I'm good," you tell him. "That was more than enough excitement for me."

You walk over to Matt, who is standing near the table you had shared with Karen earlier.

"I take it you won?"

"I did," you say, your voice oozing with pride.

He chuckles. "Of course you did."

He holds out his glass to toast to your win, and you clink yours against his, a bit spilling on the floor.

"So, what are you gonna do with the money you won?" he asks, setting his drink down on the table.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll treat myself to dinner tomorrow night."

You go to step closer to the table to set your drink down, but slip on the puddle you'd left, falling forward. Matt catches you against his chest, his arms falling around your waist to steady you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you say, removing your hands from his chest once you regain your footing, but Matt's arms don't move.

"You're finally falling for me, huh," he says with that smirk. Your heart skips a beat. Or maybe several. Actually, it feels like it might burst right out of your chest. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks growing hotter by the second.

"I– um, I–" you stammer, unsure of what to say.

"How about instead of treating yourself to dinner tomorrow night, you let me treat you."

"But what about–" you pause as the realization hits you. You were the woman he had been talking about. "Oh." You feel the tips of your ears reddening.

Matt lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction.

Now that you think about it, it's been more than a few weeks since Matt has flirted with anyone here at Josie's. Women have approached him, as usual, but he hadn't left with any of them or even accepted any of their offers to buy him a drink. He was still charming, but that's just natural with him. At the time, you attributed it to him being busy, as you all were with work. Matt had a way of really locking in on work when there was a heavy caseload, so it didn't seem unusual then. You would all just stop in at Josie's for a quick drink before heading home.

You're pulled from your thoughts by Matt tugging you a little closer to him.

"So how about it?" he asks quietly once he has your attention again. "We can go to that little Italian place you like near the office?"

Have you, at some point, considered what it might be like to be with Matt? Admittedly, yes. He's a sweetheart of a guy, always kind and courteous. He's a fierce lawyer—you're constantly impressed by his ability to captivate a jury and spin a narrative. And he and Foggy are always looking out for the little guy, taking on clients that don't have much—or anything at all, sometimes—but need help, and so they do just that. But at the end of the day, you're friends, and he's also your boss.

Your heart is in your throat.

"Um, as friends?" you ask.

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"Well, I was hoping it could be a date if you're comfortable with that."

You bite your lip. "I– I just don't know if I want to risk what we already have," you admit.

"Understandable," he says, and one of his hands comes up to rest on your cheek, the other remaining firmly on your waist. "But what if we could have so much more?"

Well, the joke's on you for trying to argue with a lawyer.

"You can think of it as a trial run if you want," he offers, his hand coming down to your jaw. "If it doesn't feel right to you, we can just go back to how things were."

It might not be that simple, you think, but maybe it's worth the risk, like he said. And besides, Matt is someone you love having in your life. If things didn't work out romantically after a date or two, you're sure you could still be friends.

"A trial run, then," you say with a small nod. Matt's smirk blossoms into a smile.

"Perfect," he whispers, his hand finding it's way back up to your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Your eyes flutter closed.

And then they're shooting back open as Foggy's voice cuts across the room.

"Look at all this love in the room tonight!" The volume of his voice makes you wince, and Marci bats at his arm, scolding him for ruining the moment. Both you and Matt burst into laughter at the pair.

You finish off your drink before getting ready to head out with the others. Karen bids Evan a good night as she readies herself to leave with the rest of you, but not before she gets his number. You link your arm through hers as you move toward the exit, asking about her night. She gives little away in the short walk to the door, but promises to catch you up at work on Monday.

"You had an eventful night too, didn't you?" she says with a grin.

"Oh yeah, I won fifty bucks off of Foggy."

"Wait, what? I was talking about with Matt. I saw the two of you over by the table," she says, nudging you playfully.

"Oh, you saw that?" You wear a bashful smile.

"Yes, and I expect to hear about that on Monday too," she says with a laugh, and you agree.

The cool night air greets you as you exit the bar, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Foggy and Marci get a cab first, calling out their "goodnights" as they get in the car. Karen calls another cab over, and she offers it to you, but you insist she takes it as she lives further than you.

And now you're left here with Matt.

"I don't see anymore taxis," you tell him. "I can call one for you if you'd like?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine to walk," he says, tapping his cane against the pavement. Neither of you live far from Josie's. It's about a ten minute walk from you.

"I was going to walk too," you say.

"Then, can I walk you home?" he asks.

"How about I walk you home? You're not far out of the way."

He shakes his head. "I don't want you walking alone if you can avoid it. It's late."

"Fine," you say. Then, "thank you."

He smiles at the ground before taking hold of the crook of your arm. "Of course."

The two of you walk in silence for a moment before he speaks.

"You know, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night," he says.

A small smile makes its way onto your face. "Is that so?"

"Yes," he says. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I know you might think I'm some kind of... I don't know, playboy or something, but I'm– I'm serious about this—about you." Your cheeks burn hot at that.

"I don't think that about you," you say quietly.

"You don't?"

"No. Although, I do think you have an uncanny ability to charm pretty much any woman." He smiles again. "You're a flirt and a tease, but I wouldn't go as far as to call you a playboy." His smile falters a bit at that.

"I believe you, though," you tell him. "Admittedly, I'm a little hesitant to, but you've never given me a reason not to trust you."

"Then, I'll just have to keep proving that you can trust me."

You smile. "I'm looking forward to that."

The two of you walk together in silence for a bit.

"The moon is so bright tonight," you say as you look up at the sky.

"Is it?"

"Yeah, it is. I can see it shining through the clouds, but there are too many to see any stars."

Matt sighs. "I'd give anything to see that one more time." Your heart constricts at that.

"I– I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he says. "I like that you describe things like that to me. You do it more often than you might think. It feels like you want to share it with me, and I enjoy hearing how things look through your eyes. I remember what it was like, you know, seeing the night sky, all the stars up there—or at least what we could see from the city. When you tell me about it, it helps me keep those memories alive." You tear up just a little bit, smiling sadly.

"I'm glad I could do that for you."

A few moments pass, and you come up to your apartment building.

"This is me," you say with a sniffle, coming to a stop.

Matt turns to face you, bringing his hand up to cup your face once again.

"I take it back," he says softly.

"What?" you ask, confused.

"I take it back," he says again, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "As much as I wish I could see the sky again, I'd do anything to see you just once."

"Oh, Matt," you breathe, and a tear slips free. He brushes it away as he closes the gap between you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips. And then he's pulling away, but your hand comes up to gently tug him back by his tie. His hands find their place on your hips as you pull him into another kiss, this one a bit deeper. One of his hands comes up to rest at the nape of your neck, and his glasses bump against your nose as he angles his head. The two of you break apart in a laugh, and his hand comes down to take hold of yours.

"I wasn't planning on kissing you tonight, just so you know."

"Oh, no?"

He shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "Nope."

"Well, I guess you can just try not to kiss me tomorrow night," you say with a small smirk.

"Oh, I don't think so," he says, a laugh rumbling in his chest as he leans in to press one last kiss to your lips.

"Until tomorrow," he says once he pulls away.

"Goodnight, Matt," you say as you take a step towards the stairs to your building.

"Goodnight" he says, finally releasing your hand.

He waits until he hears you get safely inside your apartment to start his walk to his own, a smile on his face the entire way home.

You're practically giddy as you ready yourself for bed. There's a good chance you won't be getting much sleep tonight, not with the anticipation of tomorrow night lingering.

Matt feels it too. Despite the late hour, he's wide awake, his heart thumping wildly as he recounts the past hour or so. As he lies in bed, he can't help but miss the way you felt in his arms, like the piece he didn't realize he was missing. Some would say it's too soon to tell, but to him, you already felt like home.

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An Angel in the Office

Pairing: Matt Murdock x singer!Reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: anxiety, mild descriptions of an anxiety attack, stage fright, fluff, soft matt, potential typos (sorry). Summary: You love to sing, although definitely not in front of others. One day, you're caught in the act by your friend/boss, Matt Murdock, and he can't help but admire you.

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You wouldn't call yourself a singer. In fact, you would insist that you aren't one. While you do love to hum and sing to yourself, you find yourself incapable of doing so in front of others. Some would call it stage fright, but it seems like too inconsequential a term for the way singing in front of others makes you feel.

One time, you were doing some filing when Foggy came out of his office without you realizing. You had been humming a tune to yourself and nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard, "That's a nice tune you're humming. You have a really nice voice!"

You know he was being sweet, but you turned a shade of red that Foggy didn't even know was possible before bolting to the restroom. When you returned after a few minutes, Foggy knew to act as if nothing had happened, and you were grateful for it.

Since then, you've been a bit more on edge about that kind of thing. You haven't been comfortable enough to consciously hum, hyperaware of your bosses' presence. Sometimes, though, when you're completely alone in the office, you feel comfortable enough to hum a tune, or seldom times, sing softly to yourself.

Still, there have been occasions when Matt and Foggy would be in their offices with their doors shut, and you would mindlessly hum quietly as you worked. And on these occasions, Matt Murdock can't help but smile to himself, knowing he's the only one who can hear the soft, melodic sound of your voice.

Today is a Sunday, and naturally, you have the entire office to yourself. You don't normally come in on weekends, but you know there will be plenty of clients coming in this week, and you wanted to straighten things up a bit before the craziness starts.

You're at the little coffee bar making yourself a cup of tea and restocking everything, softly singing a song that's been stuck in your head as you go. You sway a bit to the tune as you steep the teabag in water. Sunlight is streaming into the office, the smell of the fruity blend of tea is filling the air. You close your eyes, tilting your head back slightly, taking in the tranquility with a little spin as your voice grows just a little bit louder. You're truly basking in the moment when a voice says, "That's beautiful."

Your singing turns into a shrill scream, your eyes fly open, and your hand reaches for the closest object, which you launch at the figure leaning against the doorframe. As a box of teabags hits the figure, you realize that it's your dear friend/boss, Matt Murdock. He catches the box as it hits him and chuckles.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," he says. "I thought you heard me come in."

You barely process his words, still trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

He lets out another little laugh as he steps into the room.

"I came to grab some files I needed to go over before tomorrow," he says. You're still in shock, barely able to form thoughts let alone words.

"You know, you really do have a beautiful voice," he says with a smile.

You're turning a fierce shade of red, flushing from your ears to your neck. Matt feels the heat creeping over you, and the corner of his smile quirks up into a smirk.

He walks up to you and hands you the box of tea, and you grab it from him with a bit of force, though your anger is quickly turning to embarrassment now. You place the box haphazardly on the counter, your thoughts still slowly catching up to you.

"I was coming up the stairs when I heard an angel in the office, so I slipped in quietly. I thought maybe being a good Catholic was paying off. Turns out, I was right." His teasing is merciless. Foggy would call an ambulance if he saw how red you were right now.

"Jesus, Matt," you breathe, batting at his arm. You're about to step around him when he leans in close, his voice coming out as little more than a whisper.

"I may not be able to see you, but what a pleasure it is to hear you."

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. He looks so satisfied with himself, and you almost want to smack him for making you feel like such a fool right now.

His brow pinches together as he realizes that you are definitely not enjoying this moment as much as he is. He pauses before delicately wraps his arms around your waist to steady you, gently tugging you to him in an embrace. One of his hands comes up to the small of your back, the other to the nape of your neck, tracing light circles against your skin.

Matt wouldn't necessarily call himself a singer either, but for you, he begins humming a soft, mellow tune—something he heard at some point during his childhood. Your arms finally fall around him. Your eyes flutter closed, and as his tune continues, he begins to sway the two of you slowly in a lazy circle. After a few minutes like this, your heart rate evens out, your breathing regular and soft. You feel as though you could fall asleep right here in his arms, head resting on his shoulder.

Soon, Matt's little song comes to an end, and his arms fall around your waist once again.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," he whispers, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. You stand up straight at this, heart jumping again, but his arms hold you gently in place.

"I promise I'll announce myself from now on." His voice is still quiet, his tone so soft and sweet it could lull you to sleep. "So please don't be afraid to sing in the office."

"Thank you," your voice comes out as a whisper, and he nods.

"I do wish you weren't so afraid to sing in front of others," he says, a bit of amusement lacing his voice. "Because I think your voice might be my new favorite sound."

At that you flush again, scrubbing a hand over your face with an exasperated sigh at his flirtation.

"Come on," he says, releasing you to gently grab onto the crook of your arm. "Why don't we get a late breakfast?"

You smile. "Fine, but I have to come back here after to finish all this," you say, gesturing vaguely to the office, which is in mild disarray.

"That can wait until morning," he says with a soft tug on your arm. "Spend the day with me?"

"Matt," you say pointedly.

"Come on, I promise I'll make it worth your while," he says with that cheeky smirk, and you roll your eyes.

"Fine," you say with a grin. You swear, he could convince you to do anything

"Perfect," he says before whisking you away for the rest of the day, leaving your tea to go cold on the counter.

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The Devil You Know (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.9k+ words Warnings: mentions of stalking, slight allusions to domestic violence, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, maybe like one swear word? like maybe, slight angst, cheeky Matt, i think that's it but idk i'm exhausted. (adding the cut at the very beginning due to the more triggering nature of some of the warnings) Summary: After working alongside Matt Murdock for about a year, you start to notice that he seems like maybe can see you. It's a crazy thought, and you feel almost bad for having it at all. That is, until you have a brush with Daredevil one night.

Part 2 // Masterlist // Buy me a coffee!

note: pls be nice about this one. it's been a really long time since i've written anything and it's also my first time writing for matt. thx.

You've been working at Nelson, Murdock, and Page for a while now, and it's been a little over a year and a half since you met the gang. It all started with the end of your last relationship, which was rocky to say the least. It was around that time that you first encountered Karen. She had overheard you arguing with your ex in front of a café because he wouldn't stop following you. Karen pretended to be a friend you were meeting, and your ex left shortly after, though you figured he would pop up again. She insisted that you sit down inside with her, and upon hearing about how your ex kept showing up wherever you were, she offered you help. It wasn't long after that she introduced her two friends/colleagues, Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock, who also insisted on helping at no cost to you.

Karen had done some digging into your ex and found out how he had been tracking you. They were able to document his antics enough to build a stalking case against him and file an order of protection. Still, it was hard to feel safe after all he had put you through. You knew the statistics—the chances of experiencing violence at the hands of the person you have a restraining order against significantly increase once they are notified of it. Karen helped you find a new apartment, and Matt and Foggy helped you break your lease without any major issues. You had grown incredibly close with the three of them throughout this process. They looked out for you, made you feel safe, made you feel cared for. So when they asked you one night, over drinks at Josie's, to work for them, you couldn't refuse the offer—you didn't want to. They offered to support you in your endeavors to become a paralegal, something you expressed an interest in early on in your relationship with them. You wanted to help people the way they had helped you, so you started doing secretarial work for them while preparing.

Fast forward about a year, and you've nearly completed your paralegal certification. Your time at Nelson, Murdock, and Page has been incredible. Not only have you learned so much about the legal realm, but you also gained a bunch of work experience, and most importantly, you've found a family in these three wonderful people.

However, there are a few things about Matt Murdock that have felt a bit off to you. Not in a weird or creepy way—Matt was a perfect gentleman, always looking after you and making sure you feel safe, and you considered him a close friend. But you've felt a bit paranoid around him, because sometimes it almost feels like he can see you or something. It made you feel a little self-conscious around him at times. Like a few weeks ago, you had only just come into the office—you hadn't said a word yet—and he greeted you by name. When you asked how he knew it was you, he laughed it off, wearing that little satisfied grin he often had, and saying it was just a good guess because you usually arrived before Foggy. A good enough reason, you thought. Another time, he had been discussing paperwork with you when you accidentally bumped a paperweight off the edge your desk, and he caught it before it could hit the floor. He had said it was just good reflexes. And just last week, the four of you were walking to Josie's after work. Matt was holding onto you for guidance when suddenly, two men fell out of a bar you were passing, fighting each other to the ground. They would have crushed you if it hadn't been for Matt tugging you out of the way and into his chest. It had felt intentional, as if he had seen them coming, but he had apologized, saying he just tripped and was holding onto you for balance.

Tonight, the four of you had, once again, gone to Josie's. Normally, you wouldn't stay out this late on a weeknight, but it was to celebrate a win in court, and this case had been a tough one. After about an hour or so, Matt says he's calling it a night so he can do some prep for the morning. Foggy and Karen insist on staying, already a little tipsy. You tell Matt you'll stay behind to get the two of them home safely later, and he squeezes your shoulder in thanks as he passes by on his way out, telling you to call him if you need anything. You both know Karen and Foggy can get a bit crazy when they drink together.

A couple hours later, your two friends have had more than enough to drink. You've only had another drink or two since Matt left, having opted to look after the pair. You notice that Foggy's phone is going off, and he asks you to answer it for him, claiming he's too drunk, but you know he just doesn't want Marci to yell at him. When you tell her about his current condition, she lets out a humored sigh and says she's on her way to pick him up. At this, Foggy and Karen both decide to have one more drink. By the time Marci arrives, you need help getting both your friends outside. She insists on taking Karen home too and even offers you a ride, but you're a short walk in the opposite direction.

On the walk home, there's a shortcut through an alleyway that you would normally only consider attempting in the daylight, but there's no one around and you're exhausted. Taking the long way would add an extra five minutes of walking and you're pretty desperate to just get home, so you say screw it. You're basically sober anyway.

You're nearly at the other end of the alley when someone comes up from behind you and slams you into the wall on your right, grabbing your purse in the process. As you fall to the ground, you notice something dropping down from the fire escapes above. It takes a moment before you can try to get to your feet, and when you do, there's a man standing over you. You freeze, cowering back against the wall. And then you notice the horns on his mask.

"Are you alright?" the man—Daredevil—asks, holding out a gloved hand. You take it, and he gently helps you to your feet before returning your purse to you.

"Um yeah, I think so," you say, finding your bearings.

"What were you doing in an alleyway this late anyway?" His voice teasing, shaking his head, his lips falling into a small smirk.

"Just trying to get home," you tell him, but your eyes are searching the area until they fall on the man who attacked you, sprawled out on the ground a few feet away.

A beat passes.

"You're bleeding," Daredevil tells you, and you look up at him. "You should get that looked at."

"I'll be fine, it's probably just a scrape," you say, and he exhales in what almost sounds like a chuckle.

"It's more than just a scrape," he notes as he gently reaches up and swipes some blood from the cut on your forehead before explaining how to properly clean it. There's a tenderness to his actions that nearly makes you forget how crazy all of this is.

He feels...familiar to you. The cadence of his voice, his demeanor. You look him over, your eyes falling to the curve of his lips, a near smirk below his mask, and it feels like you've seen him before. Your brow furrows, eyes searching him. It's a silly thought—an impossible one—but before you can even really process it, your mouth is moving.

"Matt?" Your voice is a breathless whisper.

Oh god, maybe you are drunk. But Daredevil's breath hitched at that. Or maybe you imagined it? Your head is spinning—maybe you hit it harder than you thought.

"I'm sorry," you rush out. "You just reminded me of a friend of mine for a minute. You sound a lot like him, the way you talk. And he likes to tease people. And, I don't know, I guess I thought you kinda looked like him for a minute with that cute little grin. But that's not even possible, and I shouldn't have said anything. I wasn't even thinking when I said it, it just kind of came out, but that really, really isn't po-" your babbling is cut off by a gloved finger being pressed delicately to your lips.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, your pulse quickening. Several seconds pass in silence, and you wish you could read his expression under that mask. Finally, he pulls his finger away and you stand there, frozen in place, almost afraid to speak.

Before you know it, Daredevil is gently taking your hand and leading you back into the darkness of they alley. You should be terrified. You have no clue what he's going to do to you, but for some reason, you trust him. He releases your hand and slowly, his hands move up to his mask. When it comes off, you clap your hand over your mouth to avoid gasping aloud.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," Daredevil Matt says softly, "but I also didn't want to lie to you."

"But I-"

"I am blind," he notes with a light chuckle. "Just to get that out of the way."

"O-okay," you stammer.

He leans in towards you, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I know you might feel angry, or betrayed, or some other kind of hurt, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me explain."

You simply stare at him, dumbfounded. Speechless. He lets out another breathy laugh.

"If you want, I can meet you at your place, come up the fire escape, and I can tell you everything," he offers.

You take a moment to mull it over before nodding, then feeling silly and whispering, an "okay."

"I know you nodded," he tells you, and your eyes go wide again.

"Okay, you're definitely gonna have to explain," you say with a snort, lightly shoving his shoulder before starting out of the alley again. You turn to see Matt darting up the fire escapes before hurrying off towards your home yourself, shaking your head in disbelief.

When you finally get inside, you slip your shoes off and turn the lights on before thinking better and flicking them back off. Suddenly, your masked friend is at your window on your fire escape, and you rush to unlock it and let him in.

"I can't believe this is happening," you mumble, and you catch that thin smirk of his again as he slips inside.

"Quit smirking and start talking, Murdock," you mutter as you pad into your kitchen and pour two glasses of water. You're probably going to need something stronger, but you need to be sober for this conversation.

Matt takes a seat on your couch and he explains. Everything. From the accident that took his sight to his training with Stick to taking down Fisk's corruption, and everything in between. Finally, when he's done, he waits for you to say something. You've been pacing the room, but now you stop. Several moments pass as you take everything in, and finally you suck in a sharp breath.

"I'm not mad," you exhale, and you see the tension leave his shoulders. Your pacing resumes. "I am hurt, though. I know I haven't been around nearly as long as Foggy or Karen, but we all work so closely together. Hell, I even considered us close friends. But you didn't think you could trust me with this, and that's what hurts."

"And I'm sorry. I knew I couldn't lie to you about it–"

"But you did lie. Maybe not about Daredevil directly, but all those times—the damn paperweight a while ago, those guys fighting on the way to Josie's last week—you made me feel like I was going crazy. You didn't even have to tell me about Daredevil to tell me about that." You pause, facing away from him, scrubbing your hands over your face before dragging them away.

"And you can hear my heartbeat? Can tell when I'm lying and all? I just–" you sigh. "I don't know Matt. I don't know what to say."

"You're right. I haven't been truthful with you, and I–" He pauses. Then, quieter, "I understand if this makes you want to reconsider our relationships." At this, your heart drops. You whip around, searching his face. His expression is unreadable.

"Is that what you want?" Your words are barely a whisper, but now you know he can hear you.

"No," he sighs, facing you. "It isn't. I love having you with us at the office, and I really enjoy all the time we spend together. I also felt that we were close friends. And it's not that I didn't trust you. It's just– I guess it was nice just being able to be me with again. Just Matt Murdock. Not worrying about what I was getting up to as Daredevil."

"Well," you start with a sigh, "if it makes you feel any better, I often worry about what you're getting up to as Matt Murdock anyway." There's a bit of humor in your tone, and you look up at your friend, his mouth curving into a grin again.

"Is that so?" He cocks his head to the side, his grin growing.

"It is," you say, your smile spreading as well.

You both let out a light laugh, and you walk over to sit beside him, resting a hand on his knee.

"Can you promise me that you'll be honest with me from now on?" You ask, leaning into him.

"I promise."

"Good," you murmur, dropping your head onto his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you, gently squeezing your shoulder.

The two of you stay like this for a few moments, and just when you're starting to get a little sleepy, he clears his throat.

"So," he starts. You glance up at him, that cheeky smirk creeping across his lips again. "What was that earlier about my 'cute little grin'?"

You shoot up straight beside him, and he lets out a deep laugh, pulling you closer into his side. You're turning an impossible shade of red, which you previously would've been glad he couldn't see, but now you know he definitely feels you burning up beside him. You decide it's best to just roll with it.

"You know, that little smirk you always have. You do it whenever you're satisfied with something, or when you're getting a rise out of someone. You're doing it right now, actually." Now you're gaining confidence, but you know he can still hear the stutter of your heartbeat as you try to calm yourself down.

"Is that so?" His grin grows.

"It is," you say, shrugging his arm off of you as you turn to face him. He turns towards you as well.

"You enjoy teasing people, huh?"

"Well I'm enjoying teasing you right now, if I'm being honest. Which I promised I would be." And just when you thought that smirk couldn't grow anymore devilish.

"Already on such thin ice and you wanna tease me, Murdock?" you taunt. "Maybe you don't want us to be friends anymore."

An expression flashes across his features, there and gone in but a moment. You can see in his face that he's thinking—considering. He tilts his head a bit, wets his lips.

"Maybe I don't." You feel yourself flushing again, heat creeping up your neck, and that smirk of his is coming back in full force.

You falter, blowing out a breath, a bit of that confidence leaving you. "Yeah, okay, Matt."

Something in his expression changes, softens; his smirk turning into something almost somber.

"It's uh– it's getting late. I should let you get to bed," he suggests quietly before taking your hand in both of his. "Thank you for hearing me out. And for taking this so well." He brings your hand to his lips, brushing a featherlight kiss to the back of it. Your mouth is slightly agape as you stare at him for a moment, breathless.

He releases you and stands swiftly, making his way to your window once again, and you quickly get to your feet and follow him, your heart racing. He opens your window a bit before turning to you.

"Thank you again. Really."

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Of course."

"I'll uh– I'll see you in the morning then."

"See you in the morning, Matt," you say softly.

And then he puts on his mask, opens the window, and steps out onto the fire escape once again before turning to you.

"Make sure you lock that behind me, okay?" You let out a light chortle at that.

"I will, I promise."

"Good," he says, and something about his entire demeanor feels half-hearted. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Daredevil," you say with a small smile.

You glance behind you into your dark apartment, and when you turn back, Matt is gone. You stick your head out the window to search for him, but when you don't find him, you realize he probably went to the roof.

You shut and lock the window before turning and leaning against it, covering your face with your hands as you relive the past two hours in your head. Your face flushes again as you recall your last few minutes together, and as you begin to ready yourself for bed, you wonder how the hell you're going to face him at work tomorrow. Part 2 // Masterlist // Buy me a coffee!

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Hey everyone!! As some of you know, I passed 900 followers a little over a week ago, and I’m so amazed! To everyone who follows me, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I’m so happy you’re here!

I turn 25 in one month (April 14), and I’m brainstorming a list of 25 goals for my 25th year and I thought...what better time to announce a writing challenge! Here are a few lists I made (in no particular order) of movies and songs and things that have brought me joy so far in my life - use them as inspiration! This is my first writing challenge ever and I’m so excited to host. Let’s get started!

Rules:

 - Send an ask to request your prompt.

- Can be written for any Marvel character!

 - Limit of 2 prompts per person.

 - Due date: August 1, 2020. Tag me in your work and please tag #25 things challenge so that I can read and reblog it! 

 - No underage smut, incest or non-con. Other sexual content is allowed, but you must be 18+.

 - Use appropriate warnings.

 - No word limit, but please use the ‘read more’ if your piece is over 500 words.

Prompts are below the cut!!

Prompts

25 Movies:

 1. The Princess Bride - @thestorydetective​

 2. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

 3. Once Upon A Time in Hollywood

 4. Cinderella (2015) - @blue-like-barnes​

 5. Room

 6. The Exorcist

 7. Breakfast at Tiffany’s 

 8. Mamma Mia

 9. Suite Française

 10. Baby Driver

 11. Mad Max: Fury Road

 12. Black Swan

 13. Little Miss Sunshine 

 14. LOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring - @a-really-bi-girl​ with Bucky

 15. Meet Me in St. Louis

 16. Kill Bill

 17. Clueless

 18. Oh Brother Where Art Thou?

 19. Braveheart

 20. The Producers

 21. Jojo Rabbit

 22. Knives Out

 23. Rear Window

 24. How to Marry a Millionaire

 25. Moulin Rouge - @firefly-in-darkness​

25 songs:

1. “Heroes” - David Bowie - @nekoannie-chan​

2. Still - Seinabo Say

3. Cold Arms - Mumford and Sons

4. Les Fleurs - Minnie Riperton

5. Say It Ain’t So - Weezer

6. Space Age Love Song - A Flock of Seagulls

7. Shine - Collective Soul

8. Glory - Dermot Kennedy

9. You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - Leo Sayer

10. Bad Ones (feat. Tegan and Sarah)- Matthew Dear

11. There She Goes - The La’s

12. Milk & Honey - Jessarae

13. Young Dumb & Broke - Khalid - @littledarlinwrites​ with Bucky 

14. The Passenger - Siouxsie and the Banshees

15. Sing - Travis

16. Surrender - Cheap Trick

17. Oceans Away - ARIZONA

18. Let You Love Me - Rita Ora - @whistlingwillows​

19. Just What I Needed - The Cars

20. Cool Again - Shoffy

21. Baba O’Riley - The Who

22. Friday I’m in Love - The Cure

23. Your Song - Elton John - @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall​ with Steve

24. Sunflower - Post Malone - @imagine-all-the-imagines​ with Sam

25. Spirits - The Strumbellas

25 Things I Love:

1. The first cup of coffee of the day - @idjitmonkey​ with Clint

2. Watching the world go by in an airport - @justkending​ with Steve 

3. Holding a baby - @that-damn-girl​ Rhodey x reader

4. The smell of honeysuckle - @buckyreaderrecs​ Bucky x reader

5. Driving with the windows down - @fanfictionaries​ with Bucky 

6. Water rushing over your feet at the beach - @bluehenley​ 

7. A fireplace on a winter day - @justkending​ with Steve 

8. Waking up early - then realizing you can go back to sleep

9. The anticipation of starting a new book

10. Putting on a comforting movie when you’re sick

11. Dipping strawberries in chocolate - @mareli-carter​

12. The glow of candles on a birthday cake - @elizabethren​ with Bucky

13. The weight of your blankets when you settle into bed

14. Fireflies on a summer night - @xoxabs88xox​ 

15. Freckles across the bridge of a nose - @bluehenley​

16. Coming home to an eager puppy - @anika-ann​

17. Seeing a new city for the first time - @jbbuckybarnes​

18. The smell of your favorite meal cooking

19. Taking your shoes off after a long day at work

20. Hearing your favorite song come on the radio - @your-persephone-writes​ with Bucky

21. Getting a hug from a close friend - @thatdrunkaries​ with Bruce

22. Laughing until your stomach hurts - then forgetting the reason why

23. Mixing up batter and then licking the bowl - @hqwkeyes​ with Bucky

24. Wearing someone else’s jacket and noticing how nice they smell - @imanuglywombat​ with Bucky

25. Putting on your favorite outfit and feeling confident

Tagging some friends and cool people who may be interested and help spread the word!

@nacho-bucky​ @bitsandbobsandstuff​ @heli0s-writes​ @jbbuckybarnes​ @kentuckybarnes​ @invisibleanonymousmonsters​ @ussgallifreyfics​ @evanstarff​ @interestedbystanderwrites​ @captain-kelli​ @sassy-pelican​ 

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Uh...hi.

The last two years weren’t all that great for me but there were quite a few bright spots and most of those were because of tumblr. Thank you to the following for creating worlds for me to escape to when mine own felt like it would crush me. I’m terribly shy and probably forgot some people but thank you all.

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Becca’s Reblog Challenge

Masterlist for 

The Unknown Caller by @the-unspoken-rule

The Art Teacher by @irndad

The Research Paper I by @searchingforbucky

Sonnet 75 by @honeybucks

Sweet Dreams by @buckys-darling

Marriage Story by @sunmoonandbucky

Bathwater by @the-canary

Stress Cleaning by @beccaanne814

Dearest Bucky by @daffodilsbucky

Love or Hate by @justsomebucky

Cologne by @irndad

Say Love by @moonstruckbucky

In Theory by @irndad

Blue Hour by @barnesnroses​

The Research Paper II by @searchingforbucky​

At Last by @moonbeambucky​

Through Sickness…Except Bucky’s… by @teamcap4bucky​

Lemon Pancakes by @all1e23​

Lightning by @barnesnroses​

Road trip by @the-unspoken-rule

Dear Rebecca: 1 by @bucky-smiles

Chocolate Chip Cookies by @sleepypanda27​

The (not naked) pin-up calendar by @bitsandbobsandstuff​

Floating Away by @cordytriestowrite​

Chocolate by @nacho-bucky​

Our Music by @bucky-smiles​

Dear Rebecca (2) by @bucky-smiles​

Dear Rebecca (3) by @bucky-smiles​

‘Til Death Do Us Part (6) by @hqwkeyes​

Blow Off Some Steam by @ficsxreaderr​

“I’ll Wait.” by @heli0s-writes���.

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get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better! ✨

Hello! Thank you @tiku-tiku for sending this to me!

1- I am currently working on a degree in anthropology

2- I am completely and utterly terrified of clowns

3- I am (hoping) to go traveling around Europe in 2021 if COVID doesn’t continue to mess everything up

4- I am involved in a Rise of Solo remake on Twitter organised by @tracy-adkins so definitely keep an eye out for that

5- I dream in Spanish sometimes, but I am definitely not fluent

I am tagging @hqwkeyes @writeyourmindaway @lenavonschweetz @cametobuyplums @punani @bucky-plums-barnes @sovietghoststories @allthehiddlethings @callmealessandra @jaamesbbarnes and anyone else who would like to join in. Let los get to know each other!

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thank you for the tag, lily 🫶🏼

tagging: @vennilavee @umemiyan @hqwkeyes

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no pressure tags: @andysdrafts, @cloudwisp, @diremoone, @pupkashi, @satoruxx, @storiesoflilies, @sukunasweetheart and anyone else who wishes to participate!! 🥰🥰