||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

Get off my mind

A/N- Hi everyone! I am so glad to see you all liked my first part of my one shots. I have decided to continue with them, and I am sure you will really like this part. Please don't hesitate to leave feedback or requests, they are still open!

Warnings: Smut 

Word count: 2566

Matt Murdock had run into a bit of an issue.

4 months ago you found him half-dead in a garbage bin outside your apartment, meaning you had the option of leaving him to die or giving him some half-ass stitches that you knew would hold for a day at the most. So, you went with option two. 

Matt came back to you for about 2 months and to say this man was a clumsy wreck was an understatement. Every time he would come to you he would have broken ribs, bruised shoulders, and a bloodied face, but that didn't stop you from helping the vigilante the best you could. 

Where you a good nurse? Hell no, you where the worst there was-that's why you worked an office job- to ensure that you didn't have to deal with these kinds of issues.

But here you where anyway.

You two had drawn close. It had gotten to the point where Matt had agreed to tell you his identity, and would even discuss what he had done that night. It was nice for him to have someone he could go to about his vigilante life, and it was nice for you to have someone to talk to about the random shit going on in your life. Sure your life wasn't as interesting as that of a blind man fighting crime, but it was still something. 

Matt had mentioned plenty of times that he wasn't the type of guy who was interested in relationships. He said and you quote, "I'm nice to look at, but not boyfriend material." you on the other hand where searching for someone to spend the rest of your life with. The shitty part about your different views of marriage and relationships was that you both had developed feelings for each other, and had no clue what to do with them. 

Slowly Matt stopped coming to see you, finding it hard to 'keep it in his pants' as you liked to say. He hadn't come to you in months, and you both had seemed to have moved on in your lives. You where working for an art gallery just down the road from your apartment, and were at the top of the list for promotions. You where doing good, and you figured Matt was too considering he hadn't come to see you in months. 

Well, that was until you heard a loud crash in your room. 

You where standing in the kitchen, about to scoop some ice cream into a bowl for yourself when you heard one of your picture frames from your wall break apart on the floor of your bedroom. At first you didn't think anything of it, it was most likely your roommate coming to steal your clothes again, right?

Right?

You had the ice cream scooper in your hand as you walked towards your bedroom. 

"Dani?" You questioned, slowly padding across the floor to your room. "Dani, are you okay?"

You made it to the door of your bedroom, lightly kicking it open as you raised the ice cream scooper up. You walked in, looking around the dark room but seeing nothing. 

"Y/N." A raspy voice called from the corner of your room, making you turn quickly as you threw the scooper towards the figure and hitting them in the face. 

"Jesus, Y/N, It's just me." Matt said, placing his hand on his head quietly letting out an 'ow'. He walked into the light a bit and you could see he was still in his patrol outfit, or 'play-time costume' as you liked to call it.