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rogueonestan · 2 years

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pairing: matt murdock x vigilante!reader

word count: 3k

summary: while out one evening, you find yourself in some trouble, and the stay at a friend’s place brings a feeling of comfort. the company of him gives a feeling you haven’t felt in ages- the feeling of home.

warnings: slight mentions of violence, blood, mild language

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“So, how did this happen again?”

A groan leaves your lips when slight pressure is applied to the high point of your cheekbone, thanks to the open wound you gave yourself when you got in a fight earlier in the evening. The harsh sensation from the rubbing alcohol stings your skin for a few seconds until you hear a murmured apology coming from the man sitting directly in front of you.

“Some asshole punched me when I wasn’t paying attention. It was my fault.” You explain.

“That’s all?” Matt asks you.

“And I may have ‘accidentally’ broken something of his in return.”

Your name leaves the man’s lips in response, his voice trailing off in the process.

“He deserved it.” You say, explaining how the man wouldn’t leave this poor woman alone, harassing her. You wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing what that woman’s fate would have been if you hadn’t interfered.

The man then asks the one question you wished he didn’t. “And were you?” Matt asks, referring to the lower half of his face.

“I wasn’t wearing my disguise, no.”

Once again, your name leaves his lips for the second time within a minute. “You have to be more careful.”

“Was I supposed to just ignore what was happening?”

“They saw your face. Someone could have seen you- they could identify you, or worse. They can go to the police. You can get arrested for this.” Matthew’s voice grows louder and louder with each passing sentence, his anger and frustration being evident with your careless decision.

“I know.” Unlike the voice that was bouncing off of the apartment walls just seconds ago, your voice can barely be heard inside the apartment, no louder than a whisper as you glance at your clasped hands in your lap. “I- It was a stupid mistake and I wasn’t thinking. I know, I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

The anger in his voice fades away when concern takes over. A very faint ‘yeah’ falls from your lips, telling him that you’re okay, that luckily no one else saw you without your disguise besides the man and the woman who was being harassed. The feeling of his fingertips grazing your temple feels almost as soft as the tone of his voice was when he spoke moments ago. The rough pads of his fingertips barely tap the wound he just finished patching and the feeling of his skin touching your raw wound sends a jolt of pain throughout your body for a split second, much like the burning sensation you felt not too long ago when he was sterilizing said wound.

He never meant for his words to come out as aggressively as they did, Matt just doesn’t want you to be in any unnecessary danger, especially when it comes to the possibility of your vigilante life colliding with your civilian life.

“I just worry about you, is all.” He admits.

“I know.” You tell him.

Silence falls between the two of you as the feeling of his fingertips caress the affected area for a second time. This time, however, his touch doesn’t fade away after a few seconds. The open cut is superficial at best, only a thorough cleaning was needed to disinfect the scrape, but the way Matt’s fingers expertly danced across your cheekbone with minimum pain running through your system told you this wasn’t the first time he’s patched someone up like this.

Patching each other’s wounds after a long night became a routine in your relationship- Matthew will come stumbling in your apartment one night, you patch him up, then the next time you see each other is when you arrive at Matt’s place to be patched up. It’s something the two of you got used to, knowing that you trust the other enough to know about your vigilante identities.

The thought of that warms your heart. Neither of you have shown this secret side of your lives to anyone else before, so knowing that you can rely on one another during intimate moments like these, like patching each other up, brings a gentle smile to your face.

It seems like every other night is spent with each other’s company, mostly spent taking care of the aftermath of spending an evening in fights, but the nights spent together always feels intimate. The extent of your relationship with Matt has never been explicitly stated. You both grew close over the past few months and most of the time has been spent in close proximity. You both have shown each other a side of yourselves you haven’t shown to anyone else.

To anyone on the outside looking in, the bond they would see can be described as romantic- with the soft touches, the gentle and encouraging words spoken to the other, the lingering gazes given. All of that would suggest a deep and meaningful relationship, and in a way that’s true, but an outside eye would never be able to understand the unique bond you and Matthew share.

The idea of becoming more than whatever you and Matt are has come across your mind when you’re apart, more times than you care to admit, but you always brush off the silly idea. ‘Just friends’ you tell yourself.

When the feeling of Matthew’s fingertips gently grazes another sensitive wound on your face, one that rests right above your eyebrow, another groan of discomfort leaves your lips. A gentle ‘sorry’ leaves Matthew’s lips in response.

“Hold on, this may sting a bit.” He tells you.

The awful scent of rubbing alcohol stings your nose. The feeling of the sterilized liquid touching your open cut sends a flash of pain throughout your body yet again. Even when pain floods through your system, the treatment you receive from Matthew is as gentle as he can be. The gentle graze his index finger gives the skin around the affected area somehow balances it all out. The pain is only temporary but Matthew’s soft touch never fades. Even when the cut is disinfected and is taken care of, the feeling of his fingertips never disappears, almost like he’s in some sort of trance. The feeling of his fingers goes from your forehead to the high points of your cheekbones to the edge of your chin. His fingers never leave your face when you reassure him you’re fine.

“I’m fine.” You tell him, knowing that thoughts of worry immediately flood his mind. If you didn’t know him as well as you do, the look of concern spread across his features tells you exactly that. “It’s a scratch, that’s all.”

Even when it’s a mere scratch, you know Matthew fears the worst. You could accidentally stub a toe against a wall or burn yourself on the stove, and Matthew would take it upon himself to personally make sure you weren’t hurt, including right now.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” You ask.

“My dad.”

“Your dad taught you how to…”

“No. No, he- I used to patch my dad up after a boxing match. Before he, uh-“ He cuts himself off, not saying more on the matter.

“‘Used to’? What happened to him?”

The question visibly upsets Matt. His entire body tenses up, from his shoulders to his fingers (now balled up into fists.) He even picks at the skin of his thumb, clearly upset by the topic. Not a single muscle moves in his entire body for the next minute or two.

Then, he finally speaks.

“I can still remember the sense of dread I felt as soon as I heard it, how it seemed like my worst nightmare finally came true. At first, I thought it was just some bad dream, that my dad would walk through the door at any second and it would all be over, but then I could hear the screaming.”

He then explains that he’s never really told anyone about the last time he heard his father’s voice, the night he lost his father. You tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t have to tell you anymore and you wouldn’t push the subject any further, but being the stubborn man he is, he doesn’t relent and continues.

“Relationships are built on trust and I trust you, more than I have with anyone else in a long time.” He admits to you.

The soft admiration warms your heart. Words like these are often exchanged between the two of you. When the other is hurt, concern always comes from the other, concern for the other’s well being is always vocalized, but admiration for the other on such a deep level is rarely spoken.

Sure, you’ve told Matt that you appreciate him and his company, you’ve admitted maybe once or twice that you too trust him more than anyone else in the entire world. It’s nice to know that Matt feels the same about you as you do about him.

More about that unfaithful night is revealed when Matthew continues- how he tried staying up late to hear his father come home, to see if his father needed any patching up after his boxing match. All he wanted was to spend some extra time with his father before he went to bed for the night, but that moment never came.

Moments like those with his father are the moments he loved the most. Matt and his dad didn’t have a normal relationship. The two of them didn't go out to get some ice cream after school or anything like that, the only time they were able to see each other was late at night after his dad finished a boxing match or at the gym where his father trained. Everything with his dad was anything but ordinary, not that Matt would change a single thing about it.

Matt fell asleep the night his father had the biggest match of his boxing career. His dad won that match, made his son proud when he heard the results on the radio that night, but it came with a price. A price Matthew would have to pay every single day for the rest of his life- a life without his father.

The sound of a gunshot nearby is what woke Matt up in the middle of the night.

Then rushing down to the nearby alleyway where he was met with police.

Then finding the unresponsive body of his father.

Then, everything around him stood still.

“I don’t even remember how long I was sitting there.” He explains, taking a short moment to collect himself as he retells one of the most traumatic memories of his life. “By the time I managed to get up and found out what was going on, I was too late. The police were already there.”

Opening up and being so vulnerable on such a vulnerable topic is not an easy thing to do. It doesn’t just slip off the tongue with ease. You have to relive it over and over again, thinking about the most tiny detail about the event late at night when you can’t sleep. The memory of them just… lingers.

The way Matthew told the story about his father resembled all of that. The way the words flew out of his mouth told you the death of his father has been heavy on his mind for a long time, or maybe it just never went away. One sentence kept spilling out after the other. The only time his words did falter was when a stutter of words became intertwined with the story he was telling. The story wasn’t well rehearsed, probably told to one or two other people who Matt trusts his entire life with. The idea of Matt trusting you with such an intimate memory of his warms your heart.

Hearing all of this, an apology immediately spills from your lips. “I’m so sorry, Matthew.” You tell him.

“My father always wanted what was best for me.” He admits. “He always wanted me to use my head instead of bloodying my fists. He didn’t want me to end up like him.”

“He still would be proud of you.”

Matthew shakes his head in response. “No, he would be disappointed I turned out exactly like him. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted for me.”

“I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think he would be ashamed of who you turned out to be.”

“He did everything he could to make sure I didn’t fight like him.” He points out, describing how his father always made sure all of his schoolwork was finished even if it was well past midnight. “He would do anything to make sure I didn’t make the same mistakes as him, and I failed him.”

“You didn’t fail him.”

“I’ve done everything he warned me against.”

“But not without reason. You didn’t start this lifestyle because it was thrown at you one day, but because you chose it.” You reason. You pause momentarily to choose your next words carefully before continuing. “I may not have known him, but I think your dad would have been proud of the man you’ve grown up to be- maybe not by following similar footsteps as him and coming home with bloody fists, but by making the city a safer place. I know for a fact that I feel safer at night knowing what you do for this city.”

“Thank you.” He simply tells you.

Silence then hangs in the air. It’s not often that Matt is at a loss for words, usually because nothing else needs to be said when his touch can do the speaking for him. However, this time, Matt’s at a loss for words because of the words you spoke of his father.

It’s been such a long time since he’s heard such kind words about his father. The last time he probably heard them was when his best friend said something similar on the eve of their college graduation a few years back, and it means a lot to Matt knowing that you feel the same way about his father as his best friend did when Matt told him the same story he told you.

It’s been such a long time since Matt has trusted someone as much as he trusts you. There’s a few things he can’t tell others, and knowing that he’s able to confide in you about such things fills the gap in his heart. Before meeting you, it always seemed like a piece of himself was missing. He was never able to describe the hollow feeling he’s felt within, but at this very moment, that gap feels complete. As cliché as it may sound, like coming straight out of a novel, the way Matt feels about your relationship is as if you were the final puzzle piece that’s been missing in his life.

Matt doesn’t vocalize these thoughts out loud, mainly because if he were to, he wouldn’t know where to start. He knows that he trusts you more than anyone else in his life and he wants the relationship you have, as weird and complicated it is, only to grow. He wants to tell you that he stays up for the rest of the night after you see each other, thinking about the short amount of time you spent together. He wants all of his thoughts to be clear and concise before he tells you any of this, so instead of mucking up the moment, he settles for your fingers to be intertwined with his. The feeling of your soft skin rubbing against the rough callus of his hand is even more tender than it was earlier on in the night.

Rather than the pads of his fingers gently grazing nearly every inch of your face and your exposed skin, the pad of his thumb that managed to escape your grip speaks the words he wasn’t able to form. His wordless action spoke of the appreciation he has for you, how even when he doubted whether his father would support him in his current endeavors, you reassured Matt that he would. You only knew bits and pieces about his dad, from the few times Matt spoke of him and the story you just heard of him, but you were still able to reassure him regardless. Even how difficult it was to talk about his father, you tried to comfort him in the best way you could. It may not be much, but the grip he has on your hand silently tells you all of this.

The physical touch his skin gives yours tells you that he appreciates the words you spoke to him not too long ago, how you carefully chose your words when it came to something as important to him as his dad, how your words reflected the same words from someone else in his life. You weren’t aware of that, but something deep within you told you those were the exact words Matt needed to hear. Speaking about his father opened a wound, one that Matt wasn’t expecting to open up tonight, but the gentle words you spoke helped heal the wound, much like he had done to you earlier in the night.

Though he took care of your wounds physically, your words on his internal wounds had the same effect. That thought doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. You both know you help each other out that goes beyond patching up each other’s wounds after a few fights. You help the other with the feeling of comfort neither of you have felt from another person in a long time- the feeling of home.

“You want to spend the night?”

#i think this is the 4th time im uploading this because it just wont show up in the tags #lets hope for the best #marvel #daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil fic #daredevil x vigilante!reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x vigilante!reader #my writing

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ima-ghost-art · 2 years

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I'm in the middle of writing a stranger things fic wip with robin getting vecnad and honestly? I forgot how fun it is to write angst lol

Robin faces being disowned by most of her homophobic family, vecna using her dad (the only one who stuck by her and still love her) to cause more harm

Steve having his "I CANT FUCKING LOSE HER" moment (frantically searching for her favourite song only to realise their mixtape is at her house)

Her favourite song is "I'm still standing" by elton John btw

Nancy yelling at him saying "we get it your girlfriend might die but your not the only one who cares about her!?" To which steve loses HIS SHIT bc nancy stop being bullshit that's his platonic soulmate and he loves her more than any romantic fling he could have had in the past bc robin was the first person to except him and ask if he was okay!!!!

Robin then having to face the Russians again, only this time forced to watch steve getting tortured (finally understanding why he wouldnt fully tell her what happened) plus watching/ seeing dustin and erica hurt and blaming her for what happened at starcourt!

She (like steve) blames herself for letting them get involved, she hates that her decoding a secret message for fun led to someone she now loves getting hurt

Everyone is not sure if they are more scared of robin dying in this moment, or steve, who the party is pretty sure has finally cracked when in his last attempt to find a song that means something to robin

Starts singing total eclipse of the heart like a muppet

Oh btw all 4 chapters (maybe more I'm still planning lol) are named after different lyrics from the song

Robin saves herself time by hiding in the memory of her and steve making thier mixtape (Steve's coming out moment/ Robin's dad being AMAZING)

I love Robin's dad in this hes a pretty cool bi king who just loves his two gay children (steve is his son, steve had no choice in the suprise adoption bit prefers him much more over his real dad)

VECNA (the bitch) tells robin as shes escaping that if she doesnt join him, she knows who will be next (yep you stevie boy ;))

Of course robin still escapes, but not without being utterly terrified for her bestfriend, not even sure how to tell him (or the others tbh) that vecna probably wont be targeting max this time, instead choosing to take out their hardest hitter

Que steve and robin having a VERY emotional hug (if they weren't co dependent before, they definitely are now)

Everyone else is just there in stunned silence bc gods damn it that was the most stressful 15 minutes of their lives and it got resolved BY STEVE SINGING BONNIE TYLERS "total eclipse of the heart" LIKE FRICKIN MISS PIGGY

Possibly gunna write a sequel involving steve and him getting vecna'd, (I have so many angsty ideas for this too (plus a bit of steddie)

and a prequel about the whole "mixtape" scene and stuff involving robin and steve being beautiful codependent queens being gay with a king that is Robin's dad helping them learn what love means where I project my 80s music taste onto my favourite characters (obviously that would include other characters but this is all based on platonic stobin so they're only guests lol)

Anywayyyyy this was longer than planned but maybe if other people like this idea it will actually get me to finish it (tho I still dont know how long that would be since I just started my new college course)

#steve harrington #robin buckley #if steve wont adress his trauma we will!#if ROBIN wont adress her trauma we will #im making my favourite characters face their truama bc someone has too #literally the character i make for robins dad may be one of my favourite parts of this lol #robins family is homophobic #robin has a crush on vickie too #robins dad is awesome #steve gets a good father figure #nancy is a bit of a bitch tho #max lucus erica and dustin are just conserned for their big siblings #this got wayyyy to out of hand #current wip #i might actually do this #lets hope for the best #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p

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