the things i'd do for you [matt murdock x gn!reader]
Summary: Matt can't help but sit against your window sometimes. He doesn't mean to invade your privacy, he just loves hearing your heart beat so close. He just loves you so much.
Warnings: technically stalking,,, he kinda watches you when you sleep. breaking and entering 🥴, disturbing thought processes, mentions of kidnapping, GUILT. HE'S A CATHOLIC
The cool glass of your window pressed up against him, and his fingers itched to slide the window open. He knew it was unlocked. You never locked your window.
This is why you needed him here. If you weren't going to protect yourself, how could he, in good conscience, leave you? He couldn't, and that's why he was sitting as still as a statue on your second story window. Your heartbeat was like a beacon, leading him back to you no matter what.
Oh, how he loved the steady rhythm. He loved how it sped up when he ran his scarred hand through your hair. And how it slowed down on those rare occasions when Matt was home and safe, with you wrapped up in his arms, sleepy and content.
He was told no human on the planet was perfect, but if he had to guess, he would say you were closest to divine. You were perfect.
He barely registered his own actions when he quietly pulled the window open, slipping inside like a mere shadow, shifting with the ever-moving light of Hell's Kitchen. His own heart pounded in his chest like a caged bird.
There you were. You were so... He couldn't find the word. Tugging his hands free from the binding protecting his fists, he approached your sleeping form, letting your breathing guide him. He already knew the layout of your apartment.
I shouldn't be here. They wouldn't like this.
But he couldn't stand being away from you, knowing how many slimy people lurked in the alleyways, simply dying to get their filthy hands on you. He would protect you with his life.
He crouched beside your bed. "Hello, sweetheart," he whispered, voice soft and absolutely soaked in reverence. When you didn't respond, he continued.
"Are you alright? Have you been eating? Staying hydrated?" he pressed, despite knowing damn well you wouldn't answer. "I hope so."
He caressed your cheek with a mildly bruised knuckle, chuckling softly when your face scrunched up slightly.
The guilt was outside your door, waiting patient for Matt to exit. He knew it would hit him hard. After all, this was a violation of trust and privacy. But he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but pure euphoria when he was so near to you.
He gently pulled the blankets up and tucked them under your chin, humming softly when you barely stirred. You slept so soundly, he was sure you would remain unconscious if he decided to pick you up and hide you away, somewhere safe and warm, full of both you and him. A paradise. If he didn't make it to Heaven, he was sure you were his own utopia.
But what if you needed him more? The two sides of his brain were constantly locked in combat, one side arguing that this city wouldn't be the same without him. Countless people would suffer every day. But the other side was vicious in its argument that you needed protection that only he would provide.
He sighed, lips ghosting over your forehead in a soft kiss. He would be back soon. He never failed to make his way back to you.
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