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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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Hey, I have a Matt x Fem.reader request.

After a visit to St. Agnes you gush about the kids you spent the day with and how nice it would be to have a child. Matt wants to start a family with her.

I love Matt as a dad how he takes care of his partner and is sweet with kids

A/N: OMG! I absolutely love this one<3 it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Fun fact— so I spent about a day and half brainstorming this requests bc I had too many ideas for just one, one-shot and THEN i read it again today and realized I completely read the request wrong! (Correct me if I’m wrong, but “St.Agnes” is the church is NY? thats how i’ve written it but if its an actual place just lmk lol)

requests pt1: TAKING REQUESTS!

matt murdock X fem!reader

warnings: literally if you are allergic to fluff i do not recommend this fan fiction. it triggers the butterflies in your stomach<3

A/N: my first request! give me some feedback and maybe what you guys want to see hehe i’m open to anything

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Sunday mornings for Matt and you were always one of your favorites. Sure, after Matt coming back from dare-deviling was always interesting and… passionate in some sort of way, or you and Matt going out after work, or seeing his face brighten when you would visit him at the office. Those were all times that you’d probably add in the ‘top ten moments’ with my boyfriend. But, putting all of those moments aside; Sunday mornings were angelic.

You two could wake up, have coffee and sit down in the couch of his living room— well, by the time you two sat on the couch Matt would’ve already been bolted with energy by just inhaling the caffeine particles from the air. But you’d make him have the coffee anyways because in an hour he’d complain about his headache and you’d have to come to the rescue with some sort of form of caffeine.

After, you’d get ready, dab some makeup on your face, and tie your hair into a messy bun and slip on a necklace of a golden around your neck, which Matt had given you as an anniversary present once.

You would help Matt slip his tie on, and fix his hair, just in case he messed something up. Then after, you two would head off to church.

Naturally, the two of you would leave about thirty minutes before the service started, but today was different because you were asked to help out with Sunday school, so the two of you headed to the church earlier.

Matt enjoyed you getting involved with church, because he wasn’t one to do it. Sure, if Father Lanthom asked him to read a bible verse during the service he would, but only if Father Lanthom asked. You just said yes to everything, even if you only that the animals went to the ark two by two.

You were nervous giving the Sunday school lesson, Though Matt enjoyed hearing you passionately talk about the bible stories. He knew you didnt know much, hell you asked him if he could explain why the animals had to go in two by two! You nearly fumbled every word— but it was cute to hear you dramatize the stories with the kids. You made thundering sounds, and cow noises to the kids, to which all of them laughed but they also learned.

he enjoyed hearing you be a charchter to the kids but also guide them through the story. You caringly walked them through how they could learn from the story. You broke down a’ dehumanizing story like, ‘Noahs Ark’ so that itty bitty kids could understand it, and they did.

While all the mothers clapped as you finished, Matt passed you from the end of the room an easy smile.

His heart melted when he heard all the kids run up to you after the lesson, little kids asked you things like, “Miss y/l/n! do the cow noise again!”, “Miss y/l/n what happens next?!” you tried to answer their questions without embarrassing yourself, but well, you did.

After church finished, you and Matt were arm and arm when coming out of St.Agnes, though as you two stepping down the last step, a mother came after you asking if you could babysit her daughter during the week, to which you accepted with open arms. you didn’t know what to do, how to do it but she would be in apartment 6A on Wednesday night.

Your hand gripped tighter around Matts arm as his arms went down your waist, a cheeky grin caressed your face as you thought about the kids and how happy they all looked.

“What is it?” asked Matt with a smile, “You haven’t been this happy in a while”

“Actually…” you said as you turned you face to his, eyeing his red frames “I can recall a couple of times I was this happy— last night actually”

“Oh really?” asked Matt with a toothy grin, “But not this type of happy,” said Matt as you two went up the stairs to his apartment.

“No, not this type of happy” you replied.

“Its just—“ you said as the two of you came to a halt at the front of his apartment door, “I dont know, I guess I haven’t really hung around kids? I mean, my cousins of course but its been a while since I’ve seen them, and today was just like a reminder how a bunch of little kids who know only of dinosaurs and pumpkins— I’m not saying I forgot that kids existed, I guess—” you two walked into the apartment, “I just forgot what it meant to be one?”

Matt placed his cane down by the door as you continued to walk and talk, “I don’t know, just— just remind me to switch professions and to become a preschool teacher.”

You flopped on the couch, kicking your heels off as your cold feet touched the warm leather, you saw Matt come into your peripherals, already he was slipping his tie off, he said, “angel, I dont think you have to become a preschool teacher to be with kids.”

He gave that weird toothy grin that also insinuated something else. He had a weird way of speaking metaphorically. “Matt?”

He came closer to you, sitting by you, you then placed your head down on his lap, as he said, “All I’m saying,” said matt as his hands swooped your hair away from your face, “hearing you today with the kids, talking about the kids, you with the kids, it just made me realize that you’d be a great mom.”

Your jaw loosened, heart beat raced. Kids with Matt? You a mom? you’re not a mom, or a mom type.

You’d thought about it, you’d seen him with babies in the office when mothers were overwhelmed with work, he was the first to offer to hold their baby for them, or distract their kids while the mother signed papers or made phone calls. Seeing that always made your heart race and the fictional scenarios is your head have more wiggle room.

He cocked his head downwards, your hands going up his firm jaw, you asked with a solemn whisper, “Matty, do you want kids?”

his cheeks turned crimson as his hands went down your cheeks, “…maybe”

“Maybe?” you asked with a continuous grin. His hands smoothed your hair down as he replied, “Whatever you want. if you want kids we’ll have kids, if you don’t want kids we won’t.”

“you want kids with me?” Okay that was dumb. So maybe you were delilusional. Its just, kids, a family? he wanted that with you? sure the two of you were serious, and it would be any day that Matt would be proposing to you, but hearing it come out of his pouted lips— your heart nearly glistened.

“With who else?” asked Matt with a sarcastic grin, “I don’t know,” you responded, “With me? are you sure you want a kid with me— i’m crazy!”

“y/n…” said Matt with a purr.

for a second the thought registered in your mind, as you adjusted you head, “Okay okay, that was a bit much but, with me? you want to share a mini matt murdock or y/n murdock with me?”

“yes” he said as your hands went down his neck, “if i have to say it a thousand times, i will. Sweetheart, if i’m going to have kids its going to be with you.”

your demeanor swapped as you saw how deep he took this. he just didn’t want kids, he wants them with you. he’d thought about it, just hadn’t mentioned it to not ruffle your feathers. heard your heartbeat warm up, you said in a low tone as your fingers scratched his beck, “it would be nice.” you smiled, “us, parents.”

“baby murdock…” mummered Matt.

“has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?” you responded as matt slowly took his glasses off.

Silenty you chuckled as you thought about Matts admirable qualities getting put into a single being.

“what are you laughing at?” asked Matt.

“teenage murdock….”

“oh…” said Matt with a sigh.

“boyfriends, girlfriends, shit you’re gonna freak beat the person up at night.”

“hell yea I am.” said Matt, “they better not break their heart.”

You smiled as the scenario popped into your head. Your child gets broken up, with so, you talking to your child and then matt flying out of the window to beat that person.

“see, your gonna be a great dad hun”

“we’ll see.” said Matt, “we have to make a kid first though”

“very true” you responded with a smile, “but, I’m pretty sure we got that part down.”

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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Ya'll really do love Dad Matt, don't you?

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 8 months

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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.

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 9 months

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Nobody:

The lead in every Matt Murdock Fic:

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

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 10 months

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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.

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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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

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. "

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

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 10 months

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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!

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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⋆⁺₊⋆ 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.

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