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This is amazing

Matt is 100% a cat dad

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The neighbours cat, Ghost, has started waiting for Matt on the roof and following him into his apartment after a night of fighting crime (Matt not the cat!). The problem is, her siblings have started waiting too! Matt now has three friendly felines running amok around his apartment!

1/6 Matt Murdock figure and apartment diorama.

#charlie cox #daredevil #daredevil netflix #marvel #matt murdock #netflix daredevil #cat dad

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I had a kidney stone and it was EXCRUCIATING

I was fine, and then two hours later, I was in the ER. It was so sudden, the pain came on so fast, and I knew pretty quickly that something was wrong.

I was sobbing by the time I got to the check-in desk, and they had to get me a wheelchair because I couldn't stand up straight and could hardly walk.

-100 stars, do not recommend

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I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!

(reblog for a bigger sample size etc)

#kidney stone #the most pain ive ever felt in my life #and it's consistently rated as one of the top most painful experiences a human can go through #and once you've had one you're more likely to have them again #dont fuck around #just let them give you the good drugs

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HAHAHAHAHA

Yes, all of this. I just started season 11 and my obsession for Dean has only grown. The voice, the sarcasm, the SAMMY

I want one 😭

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#dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural

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🌹 for my favorite writer on this site!

Omg you're so sweet I just can't 😭😭😭😭

For you, beautiful anon, I give you a small bit from Call Me, Beep Me

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"Maybe I'd beat you to it and would try to take you home first." 

"I–"

"Maybe I'd tell you that I enjoy listening to you speak, but that I'd rather hear it screaming my name."

You choke on the beer you’ve just taken a swig of, and it takes everything in you to force it down and not spit it on to the table. Your eyes water. "Holy hell, Matt. It's been five minutes."

He looks extremely smug. "You started it."

"And you needed to finish it, apparently."

"Sweetheart, I'll always finish it."

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#matt murdock #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader

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🌹🌹 hellooo

Hellllloooo💜💜 thanks for messaging!!

Here is a tiny piece of Just a Question

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He turns his back to the two of you as he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

With a roll of your eyes, you walk over and roll the door to the bedroom shut. “Karen doesn’t need a free show, Matt.”

Karen’s bark of laughter fills the living room. “Our ship has long since sailed, pal.” 

You snort loudly, because while their friendship has been rocky over the years, complete with a failed barely-there relationship, the two of them remind you of siblings who want nothing more than to roast the ever-loving shit out of each other.

Foggy’s a saint for putting up with them for as long as he has.

“Well, it’s not like I could tell she was watching.”

“We all know that's bullshit, Matthew.”

His laughter fills the room.

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#matt murdock #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader

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🌹

(If you are so inclined). Hope you are having a great evening and sending good thoughts your way!

Hellllllo, friend!! Thanks for sending a rose!

I present to you a tiny snippet from chapter 9 of Skyfall

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"Cell service started back up again a few hours ago. Your phone somehow managed to survive everything, it's over there." Matt motions over to the counter that's on your right. "I think your dad's call was finally able to get through, and I happened to be here, so I answered."

"And what…what did he say?"

Matt runs a quick hand through his hair. "He cried, when I told him you're alright." Your eyes water at the reply immediately, unable to keep your lip from trembling. "He's trying to get here, but it might be a bit. They've closed off all the airports surrounding the city, so he's trying to find a flight into an airport upstate. But he's on his way."

You break into tears.

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#matt murdock #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #skyfall

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Hello my love!!! Because you're the first one, I gave you a few sentences!

Behold, a tiny excerpt from my fic titled The Only Way Out is Through

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Once seated, cane and briefcase now resting on the cold, chrome table, he turns his body completely towards yours, legs spread wide to bracket yours in. He leans forward, his voice quiet, and you prepare for the inquisition that's about to be thrown your way.

"You gonna tell me what happened?"

You shift your eyes to the right, avoiding looking at his face, and you can't tell if it's in shame or avoidance. Or avoidance because of the shame. You don't know which. When you're quiet for a second, he says your name gently, trying to prompt you into giving him the details of the evening. 

Your shoulders sag, head dropping just a tiny bit. "How much did the officer tell you?"l

"Just that you got into a bar fight." 

You can't help but wince. "That about sums it up, yeah."

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#matt murdock #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #tiny excerpt #love my mutuals

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I currently have like 7 pieces in progress, so lmk if you want a sentence or two!

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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Crime never stops, just like this ass 🤣🤣🤣

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MATT MURDOCK'S THOUGHT PROCESS FOR HIS SEASON 1 BLACK SUIT

0% Safety, 100% Slutty 👌

Based on

#matt murdock #daredevil #human disaster matt murdock #black suit of sex #black suit of sin #i see no lie #so accurate #dat ass tho

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Dear lord, this totally reminded me of you @bellaxgiornata 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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calm down please

#fanfiction #writing #i feel ya girl #i just need to focus on one fic at a time

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I just wanted to say that I've been anxious to read Not Broken, Just Bent ever since you posted that snippet 😭

Oh man, I'm so sorry!! I'll definitely work on it this weekend!! If it helps, I promise it has a happy ending!

I didn't mean to slack on it. I started reading A Court of Thorns and Roses and I've been binge reading them since Sunday 🤣

I promise I'll get to it this weekend 💜💜

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Currently obsessed with Feyre and Rhysand.

I've been trying to get into a Matt headspace and write something, but my mind isn't my own right now🤣

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#feyre archeron #high lady of the night court #rhysand #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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Omg Pasta!! You're so sweet😭😭

I literally only got on tumblr back into writing because of TRT. You've definitely inspired me to write, and I'm here because of what YOU'VE written in. Truly, hearing this from you just means so much to me, and I'm so happy that my fics have brought even the tiniest bit of comfort💜💜

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You are 100000% correct

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Matt Murdock…more like Matt Murdick me down am I right?

#matt murdock #human disaster matt murdock #daredevil #so accurate #cant stop laughing

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I'm not crying, YOU'RE crying. Matt is the sweetest 😢

So beautifully done, my dear💜

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Just Let Me Love You | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (f!Reader heavily implied)

Summary: You're struggling with your body image and Matt notices

Warnings: Angst, TW: allusions to an ED, self-deprecating talk (Reader has internalized fatphobia toward herself), not proof red (I was too emotional for that)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: So, my body is changing and I hate it. As someone who was the Fat Funny Friend growing up, I got inspired by the song. Now I wasn't sure if to tag for a plus-sized reader because when I wrote this, I had myself in mind, and I'm not even sure what "category" I fall into, so this is pretty universal and I think any of you who are struggling with body dysmorphia might appreciate this. Heed the warnings before proceeding and don't forget to eat if you haven't already! (Also, I used my tag list to tag for this, but don't read it if this triggers you, please!)

Our brains are wired to function in a certain way. But not every brain is balanced in chemistry. 

For the longest time, she thought there was something seriously wrong with her. She never fit in anywhere, so she tried to make herself fit. Change her attitude, change her behavior, change her hobbies, and change the way she looks. She did it so many times, she lost count. 

She relied on humor, telling funny little anecdotes to make whatever friend group she was a part of at the time laugh at her. But that was all she could do. Make them laugh. She lit up the mood, lit up the room, but she seemingly never lit up anyone’s heart the way her friends did. 

They talked about their relationships, talked about their families and friends, and she played along. She listened. When she talked about her likes, they pretended to care, but within minutes, they lost interest. She thought it just wasn’t that important. Not as important as how beautiful they all were, anyway. And they were striking, she thought. That’s why everyone always chose them and never approached her. But she swallowed it to at least be a part of something. 

She always helped everyone but herself. She was there when no one else was, but even when she was a part of something, she never fully fit in. There was an impossible standard looming over her head, and she couldn’t possibly reach it. 

Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too silly. Don’t say no. Don’t talk about your problems, only listen to everyone else’s. Don’t believe that he wants you because he is too good for you, and all he wants is your best friend who is ten times prettier than you. And don’t believe that personality and humor will get you anywhere; you will end up miserably alone the same way people who look like you always will. 

The same voice, over and over again. Word turning into knives. It was exhausting to fight against the demons within her because they just sounded so damn convincing. 

When she met him, the man who stole her heart, she never thought he would ask her out. When he did, she was dumbfounded. In every possible situation, he found himself assuring her that he wouldn’t drop her for the pretty blonde in the office, or his psychotic ex-girlfriend who just happened to have the most beautiful body known to man. To her, at least. Everyone around him was just so beautiful, and he was even more so–he was the prettiest specimen in the world, and everyone desired him. Of course, she grew insecure. She couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

She fell in love with a man who finally saw her for who she was and he loved her despite—no, he loved her regardless. For who she was. He took her, accepted her, and began seeing her as the most beautiful person in the world. For the first time, she felt appreciated, loved, and not so miserably alone. 

Yet, the fear continued to linger. The fear that one day, he would notice that perhaps, a woman of average looks wouldn’t be enough for him anymore. That she was, indeed, as unconventionally unattractive as everyone said she was from the first day she actually understood what was being said to her. She was just a child then. 

The funny friend. The awkward friend. The weird one. The girl without real friends. The girl with the silly clothes, the silly smile, the slightly crooked teeth, the belly pouch… The girl who lost weight, the girl who gained weight, and the girl who shouldn’t be so proud of herself because she had nothing to be proud of. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked her, yanking her out of the downward spiral that only continued to get worse over time. “Did you have anything to eat yet?”

He stood in the kitchen, the sleeves of his dress shirt bunched around his elbow. It was hot outside, too hot for her liking, and even his clothes were slightly stained with sweat. 

She looked up from the couch, still wrapped up in a blanket despite the high temperatures, a book resting on her thighs. He met her eyes with a smile. 

“I noticed your leftovers are still in the fridge. Could smell them,” he clarified. “I was just wondering whether that was on purpose or not.”

Worrying fit it better, she thought to herself. He always worried too much. 

She closed her book. “I might’ve forgotten,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You forgot?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it never reached his eyes. 

“Yeah. I probably got too caught up reading or something. It’s no big deal. I’ll eat later. Or drink another latte.”

He hummed. “You know, iced coffee is not considered a healthy diet. Your body needs fuel.”

“Jesus Christ, Matt,” she raised her voice, “I’m okay!”

“You don’t look okay,” he stated as a matter of fact. 

“And how would you know?”

“I just do.”

He approached, his muscles straining against his shirt. It wasn’t fair, how good he looked. How well he carried himself. And he still had the audacity to look at her and tell her she had much more going for herself than just her humor. That she was beautiful. Pretty enough. 

“Hey,” Matt lowered himself on the couch beside her, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I forgot to eat, I told you,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Not if you did it on purpose.”

The book landed on the coffee table and she got up, pacing the small space of their shared apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage, the pent-up tears, and the tension, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out. But he waited. He gave her the space she needed to collect her thoughts.

“I forgot,” she repeated. “At first. And then I just happened to pass by a mirror and…and I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself.”

“Oh–” He sighed. “Baby…”

“I’m smaller when my stomach is empty, you know. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me to, uh…cut back a little?”

He was about to respond, but she cut him off. “I don’t mean that I’m starving myself. I just…I forgot to eat, and then, when I remembered, I remembered what I saw and I was just…I’m not hungry anymore. I…I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just…”

She stopped pacing. She met his unfocused hazel eyes that held so much pain when he looked at her. He reached out, not saying a word, and she extended her shaky fingers toward the lifeline he was throwing. 

“Oh, God,” she whispered. She realized then why he looked so hurt. “It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”

The question hung in the room as he pulled her toward himself. 

She didn’t protest when he pulled her back onto the couch, his arms engulfing her and pulling her back against his sturdy chest.

“What makes you think that you need to hurt yourself to fit some unrealistic beauty standard?” he asked softly, his voice merely a breath tickling her ear. 

She whimpered, not wanting to answer. 

“What makes you think that not being healthy is the solution to the way you see yourself? Wouldn’t that just make it worse?”

“I just…” She took a deep breath. “I just… I just want to be enough.”

“But you are enough,” he answered in a heartbeat, placing his hand on her neck and turning her face to him. He missed her face with his gaze, but she could still feel him in every fiber of her being as he sat there and felt her pulse, and she matched her breathing to his. 

A tear rolled down her cheek. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” she whispered back. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be only seen as the comedic relief in every relationship you have ever been in while your friends pulled the guys you wanted. Because they never wanted you, and they never saw competition in you either because you were just never the center of anyone’s attention.”

He was silent for a moment. The taste of her tears reached his tongue, and he visibly recoiled at the pain she held inside of her. Matt pulled her closer, holding her a little tighter. She melted. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of leaving her to deal with her thoughts, he placed his lips against her ear again. “You’re the center of my attention,” he said. “Of my world. My universe. And I couldn’t care less about the way you look.”

“That’s because you’re blind,” she shot back, a sob rippling through her body. 

He shook his head. “No. Those who reduce you to your looks are blind, and they don’t even deserve you in the first place. What matters most is this–” his large hand found its way onto the left side of her chest, above her heart. “What’s in here is what makes you beautiful, not what covers the outside.”

“But that’s not enough, is it?”

“To me, it is.”

“Not to me, Matthew. Like I said, you don’t get it.”

She struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Then let me rephrase it,” he tried again, pressing his hand further against her chest. “I care more about who you are inside because I love you. But I don’t need sight to appreciate your physical beauty along with the sound of your heartbeat. Your breathing. Your touch. You know why?”

She shook her head. “Enlighten me.”

“Because I can feel you, sweetheart, and you are the most breathtaking human being I have ever had the pleasure of laying my hands on.”

If words were enough to make a person pass out, this would surely have been her breaking point. 

“You mean that?” She turned around, her tears now glistening with a taste of hope. 

He brushed them away with his thumb and nodded. “Every last word.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the ghost of his touch. “I don’t like my body,” the admission came quietly.

In response, Matt nodded. “I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. That body deserves to be loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I feel like…like I don’t deserve you. I don’t want you to leave me for…for Karen.”

The mention of her name caused him to frown. “Karen?” he asked. She nodded. He sighed, forcing her head to his chest, forcing her to listen to his heartbeat the same way he always did to her. “Don’t even think like that,” he told her. “I would never leave you for someone else. For no one, for nothing. I need you to stop assuming that, sweetheart. It’s not true.”

“It feels true,” she cried. 

His lips brushed the crown of her head. “But it isn’t.”

“But–”

“I love you,” he said, a bit more insistent this time. “Only you. I would rather die than never be with you again. And I mean that. Bring me the poison and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get on my knees and worship the ground you walk on if that’ll make you believe me, but I won’t leave you.”

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shirt. Matt shushed her, his fingers brushing through her hair. The rhythm was soothing. 

She sobbed until she had nothing left to give. She cried because she knew he was right. She knew she was overthinking, but she was powerless to fight it. He was the only one who could open her eyes, and even then, she more often than not slipped away. She hated it. She hated the way her brain was wired, the things she was taught, and the things she continuously and wrongly kept teaching herself. 

Eventually, though, she slacked in his arms. 

“I don’t really like myself right now,” she confessed. “But I don’t know how to stop it.”

Matt chuckled softly, his chest rumbling. He tilted her chin up. “Then let me help you,” he said. 

“How?” she asked. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. “Just let me love you.” 

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Awwww this was so sweet and comforting 💜

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the good & the bad

matt murdock x gn!reader

you're having an anxiety attack, and matt helps you feel better.

(hurt/comfort, 1200 words)

warnings: mentions of prescription medication and descriptions of anxiety.

**i myself have anxiety, so i'm basing this off of some of my own experiences with anxiety attacks.

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The day starts off well. 

You’re about a year into your relationship with Matt, whom you’d met through a fundraiser dinner that had been held by your previous job as a paralegal at Davis & Cooper. Nelson, Murdock, & Page had been in attendance as well, and the second Karen introduced you to Matt, the two of you had been smitten. After a string of failed relationships, this felt like fate—this was the man you’d be with for a long, long time. 

Of course, finding out he was Daredevil had put a little damper on the relationship for a bit, but you’re doing better now. You didn’t blame Matt for hiding that side of him when you had secrets of your own.

Now, you’re working at Matt’s firm, taking over the paralegal position from Karen, and today had started off well. It’s a busy morning—you have a lot of those—but most of the time, the work feels good. It feels good to know that you’re helping people, no matter how small your role might be. Plus, it’s nice to know that you’re working with your boyfriend and friends. It’s a much better environment than Davis & Cooper, and you’re not even biased about that. 

But things are different today, because around two hours after the office had opened, you’d had to deal with a particularly stubborn man who hadn’t agreed with the methods set by the firm, and it had set something off inside of you. 

You’d been diagnosed with anxiety a couple of years ago, right around the time you’d started out at Davis & Cooper (funny timing, right?) and were on medication for it. But, as luck would have it, you’d run out the previous week and hadn’t had time to refill your prescription. 

Now, you guess, you’re paying the price for it. 

Your head spins when you get up from your desk, and you have to steady yourself against it with your hip, holding onto the file in your hands tightly so you don’t drop it. Your breath catches in your throat, pulse hammering in your head. It feels like there’s a vice around your ribs, squeezing your organs into paste. 

Shit, shit, shit. You take a deep breath, silently as you can, but it rattles in your lungs. And, well, nothing you do could ever be truly silent when you’re dating and working with Daredevil. 

“Are you okay?” Matt asks, as if knowing he’s on your mind. 

Your head jerks up, eyes landing on him. “What?”

“Your heart,” he says. “It’s beating quicker than usual, and your breathing is uneven. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, even though you know he’ll sense the lie and call you out for it later. “I’m fine. Promise.”

Matt’s glasses hide most of his emotions, but you can see the tightening of his face. Still, he doesn’t say anything, just nods and turns back to his work. The lie only makes your chest feel even more constricted, and you have to grip the file to steady your hands. 

You continue working, going about the next few hours with your anxiety still high in your throat. You’ve been living with it for long enough that you’re usually pretty good at hiding it, even when it’s bad. Medication has helped too—when you’re consistent with it, it’s almost nonexistent. Right now, none of the clients seem to notice anything. Karen and Foggy don’t either. Which is good, because the last thing you’d want is for your stupid anxiety to slow you all down. 

But, yeah, there’s Matt. Matt is bound to notice. He notices almost everything. 

“Sweetheart, I need to talk to you for a second.”

You catch Karen’s eye across the room, and she shrugs. You get up and walk unsteadily towards Matt’s office and find him sitting behind his desk, face eerily blank. 

“Shut the door,” he says quietly. 

Once you do, you take the seat across from him. “Is everything okay?”

“Are you?”

You freeze. It feels like there’s a bee crawling along your neck, buzzing incessantly. It doesn’t feel good. 

“Your heart has been beating almost twice as fast as it usually does,” Matt continues at the same volume. “Your breathing hasn’t evened out. You got lightheaded earlier. And, baby, you lied to me about it.” His voice breaks off a little at the end, and your heart cracks. “You’re in pain. I don’t—I don’t know what’s going on. Please, if you can—please tell me.”

You stay silent for a moment, mouth dry. Your chest aches. Your hands are trembling. Your head hurts. 

“What is it?” he asks gently, as if he can sense your nerves. “You can tell me anything. If you’re sick or hurt, I want to be able to help you.”

You clear your throat, and when you speak, it feels like the words are made of broken glass. “I think I’m going to have an anxiety attack, Matt.”

He straightens up, worry creasing his forehead. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“We’re so busy today,” you say as he gets up from his seat and rounds the desk to stand in front of you. He reaches up, cupping your cheek, fingers pressing to your pulse point. You lean into his touch, eyes sliding shut, and it’s then that you feel a tear slip down your cheek. “I just—I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“You’re never an inconvenience, sweetheart,” he says softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “What do you need, baby? Do you need to go home?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” you say. You hesitate. “Can you just hold me for a few minutes?”

“Of course.”

He pulls you onto the couch squeezed against one wall of his office, and he wraps his arms around you, letting you lean into him. He smells like cinnamon-tinged aftershave and clean laundry, a combination that’s so distinctly him that it immediately soothes every nerve in your body. His arms, strong from being Daredevil for so many years, are better than any weighted blanket, and before long, you feel yourself turning to putty against him. 

Matt presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Heart’s slowing down.”

You hum. Your chest doesn’t feel as tight anymore. It makes it easier to talk. “I got diagnosed a few years ago. Usually it’s not that bad, but today…”

“What happened?” he asks. 

“I haven’t been able to refill my medication,” you confess. “Haven’t had time.”

“We’re going to lunch right now,” he says. 

You pull away, alarmed. “We’re not on lunch for another couple hours.”

“I’m taking you to the pharmacy, and while we’re waiting for your prescription to get filled, I’m going to buy burgers for both of us,” Matt says. “If you want, of course.”

There’s a tightness in your chest again, but not because of anxiety. It’s because you just—you love this man so much. It hurts, but it’s a good pain. The best kind, because it means you’re alive, and you have him. 

“I love you,” you say, leaning in and kissing him. He smiles against your lips. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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And, well. They’re the best damn burgers you’ve ever had in your entire life.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #anxiety #mental health awareness

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@yarrystyleeza you are so incredibly sweet!! Thank you so much for your shout out and kind words. You're always so lovely when commenting and reblogging my writings. I feel like you're one of my biggest supporters and I appreciate it so much!

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