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sunflowersandsapphires · 2 days ago

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Self-Indulgent Matt Comfort

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: Matt has a trick or two up his sleeve when you are exhausted in the workplace.

warnings: None, this is the fluffiest fluff

a/n: I was absolutely exhausted today but I still wanted to write, so... here!

w/c: 1.1k

You weren’t going to yawn again. You weren’t.

After the second yawn in the last ten minutes, Karen was already eyeing you from her desk, her gaze raising the hair on the back of your neck as you clenched your jaw against the sensation.

You didn’t need to yawn. You were fine, just a little tired.

Maybe more than a little.

Weeks of strenuous, back-to-back cases and increasingly tumultuous periods of sleep had begun to weigh on you. Fatigue draped over your shoulders like ribbons of cement, urging you to slump forward until you were propped on one fist, practically faceplanted on your desk. The pile of paperwork you were slogging through wobbled in your line of sight, text sprawling off the page as your vision blurred. With a measured breath, you let your eyes flutter shut, your body rejoicing in the darkness for a moment before you forced them to open again.

You were used to this. Exhaustion was an old friend of yours, a constant presence in the back of your mind. This wasn’t a new struggle. So why was staying awake so remarkably difficult today?

Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you shoved the thought aside. Given how much brain power you were using just staying conscious, you couldn’t exactly spare the time it would take to crack open that can of worms. A handful of hours and you’d be free to trudge home and collapse into bed. But first, paperwork.

Using two fingers to separate the top page from the remainder of the stack, you held it in front of your face, your lips moving mechanically as you read the bold letters. ‘MOTION FOR PARTIAL SUMMARY JUDGEMENT’ Motion for..what case was this? Oh right, Miss Owens. Her ex-boyfriend was claiming she misappropriated child support. Or was that the Howard case…

Completely lost in a jumble of names and case numbers, you didn’t hear Karen calling for you until it was accompanied by a tap on your back. The abrupt heat of physical contact made you flinch, a tiny shriek flying from your mouth before you could effectively silence it. Hands flying up to your rapidly heating face, you whirled around.

“I thought you heard me, I’m sorry–” Karen rushed to apologize, drawing her hand away from you as you cut her off.

“No, I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying attention. What did you say?” The words tumbled out of your mouth almost incoherently.

Before Karen could repeat herself, a door opened behind you, a head of dark hair popping around the frame.

“What happened? Are you ok?” In his haste to respond to your embarrassing outburst, Matt’s crimson lenses had been forgotten, his vehement concern on full display. Blank eyes darting between you and Karen, he crossed the short distance to your desk, focusing solely on you.

“I’m fine, I just..zoned out and got startled.” You explained feebly, reaching for one of Matt’s outstretched hands. The dip between his brows only grew in ferocity at your lame excuse.

“Uh huh. Well, I had a question for you anyway so,” Nodding to you, Matt’s gaze flickered in Karen’s direction. “Mind if I steal her for a minute?”

“She’s all yours.” Karen smirked, holding her hands up and retreating to her own desk.

Confusion bloomed in your stomach as Matt and Karen somehow exchanged a look. “What am I missing?”

“Nothing. Got a minute to talk about the Owens case?” Something about the pacing of Matt’s response seemed..off, but your sluggish thoughts weren’t quick enough to discern exactly what was afoot.

“I, uh, haven’t finished prepping that motion for filing.” You admitted sheepishly, staggering to your feet with Matt’s help.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. We have another two weeks to respond to their newest complaint. I actually wanted your opinion on his testimony from the last hearing.” Drawing you into his office with effortless strength, Matt’s hand dropped yours and coasted over the small of your back. He clutched your waist gently, shutting the door with a swift tap of his foot.

“Oh.” A coil of anxiety you hadn’t noticed before began to unwind in your chest, your posture sagging until you were draped against Matt’s side. You’d expected him to scold you, to remind you how important it was to keep your full attention on the task at hand. “Yah, I can try to help.”

“Great, why don’t you sit, I’ll pull up the segment I’m thinking of.” Squeezing the flesh of your hip, Matt gracefully slipped from your partial embrace, rounding the large wooden desk in the center of the room.

Nodding absently, your fingers grazed the top of the chair in front of his computer, tilting it back before Matt stopped you. “On the couch, love. Much more comfortable.”

Something was definitely up. You crossed your arms, eyes narrowing at the smug lawyer. “And that matters because?”

“Because you’re my girlfriend and I want you to be comfortable?” Matt laughed brightly, arms snaking over themselves in a haphazard imitation of your own stance.

With a doubtful grumble, you settled onto the couch cushions behind you. The true reason for Matt’s actions was just beyond your grasp, one fired synapse away from clicking into place. Until you solved that mystery, you could handle a little forced comfort.

Balancing his computer on one broad palm, Matt chuckled as you remained stiff, refusing to give in to the inviting squishiness of the worn fabric. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re up to something.” You mumbled, scowling at him as he slid onto the couch beside you, throwing a sculpted arm over your shoulders.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. Here,” Passing you an earbud, Matt’s fingers flew over his keyboard, queueing up the testimony in question. “His phrasing is…interesting. And I think he might’ve contradicted his statement from the original custody battle, but you’re more familiar with that case than I am.”

Placing the tiny speaker inside your ear, you tucked yourself into Matt’s side. As always, his heat encompassed you first, warmth radiating from him like rays of pure sun. Touch quickly followed, his left thigh sliding against yours, denim scratching over cotton. Positioning the laptop atop both of your legs, Matt’s thumb caressed your shoulder as he started the recording.

A smatter of voices prickled through the static, lawyers, clerks, and–eventually–the adverse. The monotonous call and response crashed over you in waves, threatening to siphon your dwindling awareness and lead you straight into slumber. You nudged Matt’s upper arm with your forehead, eyes fluttering shut against your will. “You tricked me. Wanted me to sleep.”

“You caught me.” Matt murmured, shifting to pull something from the back of the couch and tuck it around you. “You’ve been running on fumes this week. Rest for a bit.”

“Hypocrite.” Your scathing comment was hindered by the slurred edge to your speech as you drifted off.

A rumbling laugh shook Matt’s chest. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

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aquaholicsanonymousworld · 1 day ago

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Close-r Call

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: After years of rivalry with Matt Murdock—both in law school and at Nelson & Murdock—she never expected to get tangled up in his biggest secret. When Daredevil saves her one night, a slip of the tongue sets off a chain of events that leads to an explosive revelation, a very public workplace call-out, and a dinner invitation she never saw coming.

Author's Note: Part two for Close Call as requested!

The rest of the day passed in a blur of case briefs and client meetings, but her mind kept drifting back to last night. To the way Daredevil had looked at her, to the way his voice had curled around his words like a secret meant just for her.

By the time the sun dipped behind the city skyline, she had managed to convince herself that it was just the alcohol, the adrenaline, the danger of it all that made it feel so much more than what it was. A masked vigilante saving her wasn’t exactly a fairy tale. It was a coincidence.

And yet, as she packed up her things and slipped her coat over her shoulders, she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on her.

“Murdock,” she called over to his office, pausing in the doorway. He was still seated at his desk, seemingly deep in thought. He hadn’t argued with her once all day, and it was starting to get unnerving. “You good?”

Matt turned toward her, lips twitching as if he were debating something. Then he nodded. “Fine. You heading home?”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Yeah. Why?”

“Be careful,” he said simply, taking a sip of his coffee.

Something in his tone made her shift on her feet. “Since when do you care?” she teased, arching a brow.

Matt just smiled. “Since you decided to take shortcuts through dark alleys.”

Her stomach flipped. She had never mentioned the shortcut.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Matt was already standing, reaching for his cane, moving past her with that effortless grace that had always irritated her. She turned to watch him leave, the pieces clicking together in her mind.

No.

No way.

It wasn’t possible.

…Was it?

She didn’t get the chance to ask him. That night, as she walked home, a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking her path.

"Nelson & Murdock really should be more careful about who they piss off," the man sneered. He was tall, broad, his face half-hidden beneath the low glow of the streetlight. "Your firm has a habit of making enemies."

Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm. "If you’ve got a legal complaint, you’re more than welcome to file it."

He chuckled darkly. "Not that kind of complaint."

Before she could react, another figure grabbed her from behind, yanking her back against a solid chest. A sharp, cold press at her throat made her freeze—her breath hitching as she realized it was a knife. The blade’s edge grazed her skin, just enough to make her still.

"You scream, you die," the man behind her growled.

Panic flared hot in her chest, her pulse hammering. She forced herself to stay calm, to think. But the weight of the knife, the grip of the man holding her in place, made her feel helpless in a way she never had before.

Then, out of nowhere, the air shifted.

A blur of red and black crashed into the man holding her, sending him flying. A second later, Daredevil was between her and the attacker, his movements smooth, brutal, and efficient. The fight was over in seconds, her assailants left groaning on the pavement.

She exhaled shakily, clutching her ribs. "You again. I should start carrying a punch card. One more save and I think I get a free coffee."

Daredevil turned to her, his stance rigid as he surveyed her, making sure she wasn’t hurt. She could still feel the ghost of the blade against her throat, the adrenaline still burning through her veins.

"You shouldn’t be walking alone at night," he said, his voice lower than before, more controlled.

She huffed a breath, rolling her eyes. "You sound like someone I know."

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smirk. Just tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something she couldn’t hear.

And then, before she could say another word, he added, "Are you okay, Y/N?"

She froze. "How do you know my name?"

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. He had made a mistake.

Her eyes flicked to his cowl, her breath coming faster now. "No. No way."

Before she could think, she reached for his mask.

He caught her wrist midair, his grip firm but careful. "Don’t."

She yanked her hand back and lunged again, trying to rip it away. He sidestepped, catching her other wrist. "Y/N—"

"Take it off," she hissed, pushing against him.

They twisted, a tangled struggle of determination and resistance, her fingers brushing fabric, his grip tightening in warning. He could overpower her. She knew that. But he wasn’t. He was letting her fight him.

That’s what made her sure.

"Take it off, Murdock."

His breath hitched. And then, slowly, he let go of her wrists, reaching up with careful fingers.

His mask slid away.

And there he was. Matthew Murdock, standing in the dim glow of the streetlight, his face open, unguarded, exposed.

Her chest tightened. "I knew it."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. You did."

And then it hit her.

The coffee shop. That morning. Her sitting at the desk, gushing about Daredevil—about his jawline, his voice, the way he moved. And Matt had just sat there, stirring his coffee, trying to hide a smirk.

Oh. Oh.

Her face burned. "You—" She pointed at him, stepping back like she needed distance to process this. "You knew I thought you were hot."

Matt’s lips twitched, but he fought the smile. "I didn’t say anything."

"You didn't have to*! You just sat there, drinking your coffee, acting all smug while I went on and on—"

He crossed his arms, head tilting slightly. "To be fair, I was very flattered."

She groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my God. Kill me."

Matt chuckled, the sound warm and entirely too pleased with himself. "Pretty sure I just saved you."

She peeked through her fingers, glaring. "Shut up, Murdock."

The next morning, she stormed into the office with purpose, slamming her bag onto her desk with more force than necessary. Karen and Foggy barely had time to exchange a confused glance before she pointed at them both, eyes narrowed in accusation.

"You knew."

Foggy blinked. "Knew what?"

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Nelson!" she snapped, rounding the desk to lean against it, arms crossed. "You knew Matt was Daredevil, and neither of you thought to tell me?"

Karen pursed her lips, giving Foggy a look before sighing. "Well…yeah."

She let out a sharp laugh, exasperated. "Are you kidding me? You guys let me sit here, day after day, talking about how hot Daredevil is—to his actual face—and said nothing?"

Foggy had the audacity to grin. "Oh, we said nothing on purpose."

Her jaw dropped. "Unbelievable."

Karen shrugged, though amusement flickered behind her composed demeanor. "It was kind of entertaining."

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "This is workplace harassment. I should sue."

Matt, of course, chose that moment to walk in, cane tapping against the floor as he headed toward his desk. "Good morning, everyone."

She spun on her heel, pointing at him next. "You—"

He smirked. "Me?"

"I hate you."

"You don’t." He was so damn smug.

She huffed, turning back to Foggy and Karen. "I can’t believe I work with all of you."

Foggy clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to Nelson & Murdock. We keep secrets, and we judge quietly."

Before she could retort, Matt cleared his throat. "Can I see you in your office?"

She turned, narrowing her eyes at him. "Why? Planning to reveal another massive secret you’ve been keeping? Maybe you’re secretly Spiderman, too?"

Matt smirked. "Not quite. But it’s important."

Karen and Foggy exchanged a look, clearly enjoying the show. Huffing dramatically, she grabbed her coffee and gestured toward her office. "Fine. But if this is some long-winded lawyer trick to get me to drop this, it’s not working, Murdock."

"Duly noted," Matt murmured, following her inside and shutting the door behind them.

Once the door clicked shut, Matt exhaled, leaning slightly against the edge of her desk. "I owe you an apology."

She crossed her arms, raising a brow. "For what? Lying to me every single day? Letting me ramble about how hot Daredevil is without saying a word?"

His lips twitched, but he didn’t take the bait. "For not telling you sooner. I should have. I just… didn’t know how."

She let out a breath, some of the frustration ebbing. "Yeah, well. You could’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment."

He tilted his head slightly. "You don’t have to be embarrassed."

She scoffed. "I literally objectified your alter ego to your face."

"So, is it just the suit? Or do you actually think I’m good-looking?"

Her mouth fell open. "You did not just ask me that."

He shrugged, feigning innocence. "You’ve been very vocal about Daredevil. Just curious if the same applies to me."

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "I hate you."

Matt grinned. "You don’t."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Was that really why you pulled me in here? To stroke your already massive ego?"

He pushed off the desk then, his smirk softening into something else—something real. "No. I pulled you in here because I want to take you to dinner."

Her breath hitched slightly, caught off guard. "You—what?"

"Dinner," he repeated. "You, me, someplace nice. No case briefs, no fights, no masks. Just us."

She searched his face for any trace of teasing, but for once, there wasn’t any. He meant it.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, but she forced herself to stay composed. "I’ll think about it."

Matt chuckled. "You do that."

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