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avocadoletters · 2 years ago

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Bandages

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (no mention of Y/N)

Trigger warning: Mentions of illness, but really just Matt and Reader both being fluffy and stubborn people

Summary: Matt catches you trying to take care of an injury and wants to take care of you. Established relationship.

A/N: This is my first posted fanfic attempt of Matt Murdock EVER, and then my first in over a decade in general. Please be kind *puppy eyes*

Word Count: 1,090

Damn it damn it damn it.

Freshly showered from the day’s worth of grime and general annoyance of working with the public while the right side of your rib cage hurt, your skin was finally dry enough to re-wrap your injury without tugging yet simultaneously defying your every attempt.

Of course normally you were able to wrangle your arms around, but in this particular case doing so pulled all the wrong muscles and you had specific instructions from your doctor to take it easy.

Easy would be easy if the stupid thing would simply stay put.

“Need a hand?” The deep voice behind you made you leap, and then wince simultaneously.

Matt Murdock may have been a Daredevil by night, and under normal circumstances he was risking his luck by sneaking up on you like that. Of course you missed how your boyfriend’s face imitated your own. Warm hands curled gently around your bare shoulders and damp hair as he pulled you into a soft hold through the latest spasm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He kissed your neck, cheek, and temple, the scruff a pleasant distraction as you came back to. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“A little late for that Murdock.” You sighed, with unfurling fists to finally return his embrace and snuggle into his arms to accept more apology kisses as the two of you breathed each other in.

“You didn’t hear me walk in?”

Admittedly you’d been a tad distracted by your task, and now you were distracted by the rhythm of his chest breathing against yours as if you two hadn’t been apart a mere eight hours. “No, I was busy.” You teased, muffling into his shirt. “Plus you’re like a cat, always skulking.”

You could feel Matt grin, no doubt to the point of dimples, as he murmured darkly in your ear. “Or pouncing.”

A short laugh brought another sharp pain that brought both of you back to the present. “You couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

“Oh please, it’s not like I’m bleeding out Counselor. I can take care of myself every now and again.”

“Overruled. You’ve never had a fractured rib before. Those injuries take time.”

“Alleged fractured rib, thank you. My X Ray didn’t find anything.”

“And with respect to the medical field are you going to believe a blurry photo or a man who’s suffered his fair share of experience in the field?”

The two of you leaned away and with a huff you rolled your eyes and made what had been affectionately dubbed as your angry muppet face. “Fine. Sustained.”

Matt kissed your cheek again. “Are you going to let me help you now please?” Blind and handsome, he let you go and held out his hand expectantly.

With your left hand you dumped the roll of an ace bandage and sighed. Then as he pressed the initial end to your sternum just beneath your bra line, he began looping the elastic around and around, occasionally checking on the tightness to avoid more discomfort or agitating proper circulation. You hadn’t managed a shirt yet since your shower so all you could do in the meantime was hold your arms out.

“It’s not fair, you know. When you get injured it’s from rooftop fights and ninja battles, I crack a rib after coughing a few times.”

Matt tilted his head with a wry smile. “You compare walking pneumonia to ‘coughing a few times’?”

“Maybe…”You pouted. “Not like it’s anything attractive.”

“And now you think getting in hand to hand combat to where I come home covered in bruises attractive?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Well you sure do make it look attractive Matty. It’s not like getting a cold would break any bones for you.”

Matt completed the other end and gently placed each prong to hold it in place as you handed it to him from the sink.

“As much as I appreciate the compliment Sweetheart, anyone who coughed like you did would have definitely broken something. Even me. But–” He hooked his index finger in the top of the bandage and gingerly pulled you closer to where you held onto him by the biceps. “What was the lesson we learned from this?”

You hmm’d a noise of innocence which normally would have Matt chuckling, except not today. Not when every time you moved in the wrong direction too fast he had to listen as your muscles would tense and spasm causing you to clench in pain. Nothing was worth that to him. Not when you tossed and turned at night unable to find a comfortable position without aggravating your side more. Then certainly not when the site was inflamed to where icing did little and he had to watch where he held you.

But much like him, you weren’t one to make a fuss about being injured. If you complained it was either that the pain had gotten too much to handle after a long day, or that you were frustrated that you weren’t magically healed overnight. He’d tried having you meditate, but that had only gotten so far.

“It’s called ‘we go to the doctor when we’re sick instead of putting it off too long’.” Matt chided, pulling you softly to emphasize his words.

“Oh you’re one to talk Devil man!” You pointed at him. “Broken, bleeding, or concussed you never see a doctor.”

“That’s because I can handle myself.”

“--it’s because you’re stubborn. Pot, kettle, black.”

“I wouldn’t know technically.” He stopped teasing with another truth. “And I’m not the one with an asthmatic pre-condition thank you very much.”

You didn’t have a retort for that one, only a deeper frown. With a sigh he snuggled you in closer again and took in the freshness of your shampoo. “I didn’t like how every day you only got worse and worse. How you struggled to breathe despite everything. There was nothing I could do but feel that pain with you. I’d rather not do that again please.``

That at least the two of you could agree on. “Fine. But next time you’re grumpy because you have to sit still after a ‘hard day at work’ don’t forget that karma’s a bitch Murdock. “

Finally Matt’s chest filled once again with the warmth of his laughter as he rubbed a line down your back, stepping away to grab one of his t-shirts off the hook to help thread your arms through and loop over your head, sealing it with a firm kiss to your lips.

“I look forward to it, Sweetheart.”

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1988-fiend · 1 month ago

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^literally me IRL right now

Omg Matt is so gorgeous but often so clueless 🤣🩷❤️

Thank you for this episode of “And now cue the Matt Murdock Malfunction”

Love this

Under the Influence

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k [Tuna-Tober Masterlist]

Tuna-Tober Prompt: Drunken Confession

Warnings/tags: 18+; Fluff, light humor, drunk Reader, pining

Summary: Drunk after a girl's night out, you accidentally slip up about your feelings for Matt.

a/n: This fic is literally months overdue, but it was written and I finally was able to edit it and share. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Stumbling into your apartment, you felt far less capable of walking in the heels you’d put on earlier than when you'd first slipped them on and left to grab drinks with your friends. But tonight's girl's night out with everyone had been long overdue with how constantly busy everyone had been, which meant you'd accidentally gone a little overboard with the drinks. In all honesty, you’d drank a bit more than you usually did whenever you went out with Foggy, Marci, Karen, and Matt to Josie’s on your usual Thursday night outs. So now, admittedly, you were a bit drunk.

Slipping out of your heels after you shut your apartment door, you balanced yourself with a hand against the wall. The room around you spun ever so slightly and you tried to blink away the sensation, focusing on removing the uncomfortable shoes from your aching feet one at a time. It had been so long that you’d forgotten just how painful it was to go out drinking and dancing in heels. Shoving your shoes to the side with a foot once they were off, you pushed yourself off of the wall and nearly tripped over your own feet in the process of turning around.

“Far, far too much alcohol,” you mumbled to yourself.

Barefoot, you sluggishly padded your way over to the kitchen and stopped in front of your fridge, pulling the door open to retrieve a bottle of water from the side door. You twisted off the cap, letting the fridge door fall softly shut as you drew the bottle up to your lips. Beginning to chug the cold liquid down in the hopes that it would help to ease your growing headache, you closed your eyes and internally begged the room to spin less–or at least slower.

Lowering the bottle from your lips, you wiped the back of your other hand across your damp mouth, feeling your exhaustion from the evening beginning to finally settle into you. But just as your body had begun to relax, a sound from outside your living room window quickly caught your attention and caused your eyes to snap back open. Growing alert, your head darted over your shoulder in a delayed response, the room once more spinning in your vision as you squinted at where you thought you’d heard the noise. Another metal groan from your fire escape met your ears and a brief surge of fear rushed through you.

“No need to panic,” Matt's familiar and somewhat muffled voice called out from behind the glass. “It’s just me.”

You almost immediately relaxed at the sight of him rising to his full height on the dark fire escape. Expelling a soft sigh of relief, a little smile slipped its way onto your lips next, thrilled that he was here even if you hadn’t been expecting a visit from your masked best friend this evening.

“Why’re you out there?” you called back.

“Because I'm…on patrol?” he answered through the glass.

Your grin grew wider as you turned more fully towards the window in your living room, the red form of him more noticeable with how he was standing on your fire escape just beside your window, the faint light from inside your apartment washing over him. Or rather washing over the two red forms of him, but you assumed the second was due to the alcohol in your system and not the sudden existence of a second Daredevil.

“You can come in,” you called out again, taking a few unsteady steps towards the window before immediately halting and grabbing onto your kitchen counter to steady yourself. “‘S’always unlocked for you,” you slurred out. “Unless you're–you're waiting for me to play you a theme song to enter to.”

“Theme song?” Matt’s confused voice called back.

“Y’know,” you continued, an amused grin pulling at your lips, “like if–if superheroes had a theme song or…something.”

You caught the sound of his laughter from out on your fire escape, the noise drawing forth a warm, pleasant feeling in your chest. You loved making him laugh.

“I’m not even going to ask what you’d suggest that would be right now,” he called back.

Teetering unsteadily on your feet, one hand still clutching the kitchen counter to keep yourself upright as your other hand still held onto the cold bottle of water, you giggled at the idea as he raised your window wide enough to climb through. The first song that came to mind was “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna, most likely due to it having been one of the last songs playing before you left the bar tonight, but also because you’d noticed how nice of an ass Matt had from the moment you met him–even if that was not what the song was about. Though the idea of him easily slipping through your window right now as that song played had you biting your bottom lip and fighting down a laugh. But of course Matt's sensitive ears still caught the sound, his head darting up before he smiled in your direction. A pang of sadness punched you in the gut at the sight of his charming smile beneath his cowl.

Why was he only your friend?

“Keeping this unlocked just for me?” he asked, righting himself in your living room before turning and closing the window after himself, shutting the sounds of the city back out of your apartment. “I'm touched but also now greatly concerned about your safety,” he teased as he focused back on you. “You're just on the third floor, don't assume I'm the only one willing to risk climbing up that.”

Your eyes followed the movement of his gloved hand, watching as he gestured at the fire escape behind himself. Before you had a chance to respond, the sound of his voice drew your vision back to the red lenses of his cowl, your hand gripping the counter even tighter in your grasp.

“But a theme song?” he asked in amusement. “Really? How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You laughed lightly, the thought of that particular song being the theme song for Matt's alter ego becoming more entertaining by the second.

“You're so dramatic,” you teased back, your words slurring together a bit as you ignored that little ache in your chest at the continued sight of his handsome smile. “You'd definitely have a theme song playing as you enter places.”

His head cocked curiously to the side at your comment and you couldn’t resist the grin at the sight. You always thought his head tilts were adorable; the way he listened closer to what you were saying often reminded you of a dog. The image of him on all fours hovering over you in bed briefly surfaced in your mind at the thought and you felt your pulse accelerate. Faintly through the haze of alcohol you caught the briefest twitch of his lips before he was speaking again.

“Excuse me, but, dramatic?” he shot back.

His voice quickly pulled you back from the mental image in your mind and you felt your face growing flushed. You hoped he’d blame the alcohol for the shift in your body as you nodded, the movement causing Matt to once more double in your vision.

“Yeah, I mean you–you're wearing a costume, Matt,” you said as you gestured at him. “That's pretty dramatic.”

He placed a hand against his chest, your eyes following the movement. You knew how strong and solid that chest was from the few times you'd had an excuse to hug him, but now you were itching to place your hand against it, too. Or to run your hand along the mysterious material of his tight-fitting suit in general.

“This is armor,” he pointed out simply. “It's not a costume.”

His voice once more drew you out of your thoughts, your attention returning to his mouth. The earnestness in his words had you biting your lip and fighting back another giggle. You noticed his smile had grown at the sound, his ears having still caught the noise.

“Matt, it–it has horns,” you countered, biting back a smile.

The corner of his lip twitched at your comment. “Fair point,” he agreed. “But you are drunk.”

“And that–” you said, swinging a finger towards his chest, “–is a poor change of topic.”

His head further canted to the side, his lips straightening along his face. “From the ever so important costume discussion?” he asked.

“No,” you said, setting your half-empty water bottle down and taking a step towards him. You stumbled and threw a hand out, catching yourself on the counter beside yourself with it again. “From why you're here.”

An amused chuckle rumbled out of him and you swore the sound itself vibrated through your entire body. Dammit, you would never cease loving being the cause of his laughter, even if somewhere in your mind you were aware he was laughing at you a little right now.

“Sweetheart,” he began, “we weren't discussing that even remotely. I can’t change the subject from a subject we weren't even on in the first place. I mean I know I smelt the alcohol on you from the sidewalk but…you’re far drunker than I anticipated.”

A heat ignited in your stomach at the term of endearment Matt occasionally threw out at you, your ears hardly hearing much else he’d said. Matt and you had only ever been friends, and in the years you'd known him he'd never called anyone else ‘sweetheart’ before–at least, not from what you'd ever heard. It both confused and excited you every time he called you that, the term slipping out of his mouth almost as if by accident each time.

“I uhm,” you began, pausing as your inebriated brain tried to catch up. “I may have…drank quite a bit tonight.”

Matt expelled a breathy laugh, one hand finally reaching up to remove the cowl from his head. You watched with bated breath as his handsome face revealed itself to you in the dim light of your living room. His other gloved hand reached up, combing through his dark strands of hair. Your heart clenched at the sight of how beautiful he was–as if you needed the reminder right now when you were about to go to sleep alone and drunk.

“I know,” Matt told you.

He took a step towards your coffee table and placed the cowl down on it, the gesture so casual that you wished it happened more often. Licking your lips nervously, you forced your gaze to return to Matt’s face once he began speaking again.

“You mentioned going out tonight, so I figured I’d make sure you got home safe,” he told you. “It wasn’t a busy night so I came up to check on you once I noticed just how much you smelled like alcohol. Wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, surprised at his concern. “You–you didn’t have to…”

He grinned back, shrugging a shoulder. “I know,” he agreed. “I wanted to.” His expression shifted to something softer, his eyes focusing down on your body. “You sound very tired though. Maybe you should get to bed?”

Nodding your head, the room once more spun around you as you tried to push away that part of your brain which was still stuck on the way he’d called you ‘sweetheart.’ There was a nagging thought somewhere in your brain telling you that him showing up like this was something he never did for your other friends. Instead of focusing on that, you took a few steps towards your living room in an attempt to make it to your bedroom, but you swayed so much that your foot caught along a floorboard and began your inevitable drunk descent to the floor.

Matt immediately darted forward as you'd begun to fall, his gloved hands catching you by the shoulders in a tight grip before you'd gotten too far. Your hands instinctively flew up in response, grabbing onto Matt’s biceps to further steady yourself as your eyes snapped shut, a wave of dizziness rolling through you. Somewhere in your mind, though, you still noted how firm his muscles were beneath your death grip.

“Okay, you’re incredibly drunk, sweetheart,” Matt teased, your ears catching the affection in his voice and the term of endearment again. “Maybe I should help you.”

Swallowing hard, you slowly opened your eyes. His face was right before yours, the concern written on his expression was plain as day even with the hint of amusement. For a moment you lost yourself staring at him though, almost as if you were in a trance examining the laugh lines beside his eyes and the flecks of color inside of them as they focused on your chin. He had the prettiest eyes.

“You alright?” he asked.

Blinking rapidly, you realize you’d just been openly gawking at him. Flushing, you nodded and tried to right yourself, your hands releasing his biceps. “Yeah, sorry,” you muttered.

Matt didn’t completely release his hold on you, though he did instead wrap one of his arms around your shoulders as he began to help guide you through your living room and over towards your bedroom. The walk felt like it was longer than it really was with your mind hyper-focused on the weight of his arm around you, gently leading you across your apartment and into your bedroom.

When you reached your bed, Matt’s gloved hand darted out and pulled back the bed sheets before you had a chance. Not feeling as if you could easily slip out of the dress you’d worn tonight, and far too shy to ask Matt for help with something like that, you carefully climbed up into your bed still dressed in it. Sliding your legs beneath the sheets, your earlier exhaustion once more washed over you, your eyelids growing heavy as you began to lower your head down to the pillow. Beside the bed, Matt gently tugged the blankets up and over you, a hard to read expression on his face that was a vast difference to the amused one he’d had when he first showed up. Briefly you wondered what was on his mind before the thought vanished.

“You should get some rest,” Matt said softly, tucking you in. “You’re going to be feeling that in the morning, I can promise you that.”

Groaning at the truth in his statement, you rolled onto your side towards him. “I hate that you’re right,” you grumbled.

He chuckled lightly, the sound drawing a faint smile to your lips as you continued to stare up at him. The urge to reach out and touch him grew so strong that you had to force your hand to hold onto the sheets of your bed, fisting the material in your fingers. What you wouldn't give to trace the line of that jaw, to feel the scratch of his stubble along your fingertips.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Get some sleep.”

Eyes growing half-lidded, you emitted a discontented groan at his words. You much preferred the idea of staring at his handsome face with that confusing expression on it instead. Matt’s amused chuckle met your ears in response.

“You’re clearly exhausted, are you really going to fight me on going to sleep?” he asked.

The words tumbled out of your mouth in a tired jumble, your brain too exhausted and inebriated to know what you’d even said even after you’d said it.

“I’d rather look at you.”

Somewhere in your mind, you registered that Matt had stiffened beside your bed. A soft, warm look grew in his eyes as he gazed down at you lying there, but you weren’t fully aware of everything coming out of your mouth at this point, so the words only continued to spill out.

“‘Cause you’re so beautiful,” you continued. “And I like looking at you. I could stare at you all night, really.”

Matt paused for a moment, a crease forming between his brows. Silence momentarily fell over the bedroom as the exhaustion continued to drag you under.

“You…like looking at me?” he hesitantly asked.

Eyelids lowering against your will, you faintly nodded against the pillow. “Mhmm,” you hummed out, sleep gradually beginning to take you. “Always…liked you.”

“You–you have?” Matt questioned in surprise.

Barely awake, you hummed out an affirmative. “Shame we’re just…friends,” you murmured.

You swore you felt something rough brush gently along the side of your cheek, but with your eyes closed you couldn’t tell if you’d imagined it or not. And then just as quickly afterwards, you’d fallen asleep.

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