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Laughter filled the small space of your apartment. Not only of your and Matt’s but of your cousin visiting for dinner. Peter had called the day prior insisting on joining you both for dinner. Of course, you had no qualms and Matt enjoyed the younger man’s company just as much.
The current conversation was fixed on how you had pinned for Matt throughout college. Now that you were together, all the waiting and pining seemed worth it. You looked over at Matt and felt your heart swell with love."No way you were that in love." Peter chided.
You blushed and rolled the fork against the plate. "I mean I wouldn't say I was obsessed or anything."
"I remember the night you almost confessed." Matt's voice flowed calmly through the air.
You and Peter both look towards your boyfriend. "What?"
"Oh yes! I have to hear this story!" Peter said, earning a chuckle from Matt.
"Well for starters, I have to preface that we were in college and being under the influence was a highlight of our weeks."
"Matt! Don't tell him that!"
Peter shushes you, leaning on the table fully invested in the story time. You roll your eyes, but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You remember that night vividly, the one Matt is referring to.
Walking down the steamed sidewalk, Foggy was leading the way to ‘the most incredible party of the year’. You had worried that both you and Matt would be overwhelmed by the amount of people, however he insisted it would be a small get together. Oftentimes it was not in fact a small get together.
“How did you even find out about this get together?” You questioned.
“I have my sources. Just like a magician, I will never share my secrets.” He said, swinging his arms happily in front of you.
“Is he doing that cartoon character walk again?” Matt asked beside you.
You giggled quietly. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” He responds, and you catch a glimpse of the small smile that danced across his face.
Foggy shoved his hands in his pockets as he listened to you and Matt conversing. “Okay fine! I heard an upperclassmen talk about it, and said it was an open door to everyone.”
“Aha! I knew something seemed weird about this. We’re crashing a party!”
As the three of you made your way into the party, you were met with a sea of people, music blaring at full volume, and the smell of alcohol filling the air. You had never been a big party person, but feeling Matt’s grip on your arm tightened reminded you of why you decided to come.
You stuck close to Matt as you navigated through the crowd, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The pulsating music seemed to vibrate through your entire body, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill at the chaos surrounding you.
Foggy was quick to disappear into the crowd, eager to make new acquaintances and revel in the party spirit. After what felt like an eternity, you reached a less crowded area near a makeshift bar. Pouring yourself a drink along with Matt's, you keep turning to see if he was doing alright.
You can see the way his jaw tightens and the noise in the house gets louder. It wasn't often that you saw him in such crowded and chaotic environments, but tonight was different. Tonight was about letting loose and having fun.
"Is everything okay?" you ask, leaning closer to him to be heard over the music.
Matt tilts his head towards you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "Yeah, it's just... a lot. But I'm glad I'm here with you."
"Awe Murdock, Am I growing on you?"
"You can certainly say that" His chuckle soft in your ear.
His words warm your heart, and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "Well you just stick with me, okay? Just focus on me and let the rest of the world fade away."
He nods gratefully, taking a sip of his drink before turning his attention back to you. The noise and commotion around you both fade into the background as you engage in deep conversation, sharing stories, laughter and drinks.
After a few more drinks, you decide to guide Matt to a worn-out couch tucked away in a corner, granting some respite from the overwhelming atmosphere. As you settled onto the couch, Matt's hand found its way to the small of your back, his touch grounding you amidst the chaotic energy.
The two of you sat close together, your bodies pressed against each other as you leaned into his warmth. The music continued to pulse through the air, but in this moment, it was nothing more than a distant hum.
"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup.
You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. There were so many layers to Matt, so much strength and vulnerability intertwined within him. And in moments like these, when he allowed himself to let go and simply be, you felt privileged to witness that side of him.
Leaning in closer, you captured his lips in a tender kiss. It started slow and gentle, a sweet exploration of each oth-
"WAIT! Wait, Hold On!" Peter screeches, he folds his arms across his chest before chiding "That is so fake! You said this was almost a confession."
The laughter that escapes your lips is infectious. Before you know it, all three of you are in stitches. It continued for about 5 minute before everyone begins to calm down.
"Apologies, it was the perfect opportunity for a joke." Matt still stifling his laughter.
"Oh, Pete! The look on your face was priceless!"
Peter unamused at this point. Both you and Matt were definitely two peas in a pod. The young man can see the connection you share with your boyfriend. "Can we please get on with it?"
"Right," Matt clears his throat "Anyways, so we're on this couch..."
"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup.
"Why is that?"
"Because I like being around you, and talking to you."
Matt smiled softly, his fingers tracing patterns along your arm. "Me too. It's nice to just be here with you, you make me feel seen, understood."
"I feel the same way, Matt. You've brought so much light into my life." The both of you sit in silence for a bit. As the loud EDM fades away, you say quietly. "I think I need to tell you something."
"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows raise as he turns his head in your direction. "What is it?"
Before you're able to say anything you feel your flip phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out to see it's the number of a close family friend. "Shit, Matt, I'm sorry I have to take this."
He nods before standing with you and you lead the both of you outside.
"What happened after that?" Peter understandably confused.
You shift uncomfortably in your seat. "Well, actually, It was the night I found out my dad had passed."
"Oh man, Y/N, I'm so sorry." Peter starts.
“It’s okay! Really.” You say, “I’m glad I didn’t tell him that night.”
“Sweetheart.” Matt feigns offense. “I’m hurt.”
“Shut it, Murdock!” You giggle before responding. “I’m glad it didn’t happen because I don’t think I would be where I am today.”You all finish up dinner, the conversation continues with talk of school, cases, and projects. It was lighthearted, and having them both there made the apartment feel more like a home.
Peter helps you with the dishes while Matt takes a call for work.
"You think he's the one?" Peter asks innocently.
Turning your head to look back at Matt, you can see the back of his head turn slightly while sitting on the couch. You know he can hear you.
"I really think so. He's my endgame.
"That's major then."
You hum in response before changing the subject. Thinking back at the story Matt had told earlier. You did have regrets about that night, like leaving Foggy behind when the cops showed up and not talking to Matt later on about what you were going to say.
However, you feel as though your bond with Matt now was more solidified after being friends for so many years. Nothing could have warned you for the amount of love you felt for him now.
"You think I can come over for Dinner every week?" Peter says, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"I would really love that, Pete!" You respond. "What days were you thinking?"
"Well I have this internship most days, but maybe Tuesdays?"
"Tuesdays are perfect. Of course you'll have to tell me all about that internship."
You hear the awkwardness of his chuckle before he responds, "Maybe one day."