That Last Line??! Its Everything

That last line??! It’s everything

Hiii

I LOVE your work, and I was wonderful if you could write something with hurt/comfort with Matt Murdock?

Like you were coming home late and someone was following you home, and Matt hears you heart beat and comes to find you juste before the creepy person makes a move on you? And the reader is like “I’m fine, I’m okay” even tho she crying very hard and can’t breathe and Matt is like “no you’re not, but it’s okay I’ll take care of you” and then he takes care of reader and it’s fluff and comfort?

Thank youuuuu

Savior (Matt Murdock x Reader)

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you for reading! It's a short ficlet, but I ended up really liking how it turned out! Also, Charlie Cox is so, so PRETTY. A special thank you to my beta reader @wheredidiputmyfish for being so great! <3 (Word Count: 1.0k)

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You didn’t fully comprehend the predicament you were in until it changed from sketchy to dangerous. Hell’s Kitchen was especially quiet that night, though the argument could be made that it never fully went to sleep. Bodegas, laundromats, and diners stayed open late into the night, and it was the light spilling from their fogged windows that lit your route home.  

You knew Matt wouldn’t be happy with your decision to walk home alone. He’d warned you time and time again to wait for him, or get a taxi if he wasn’t around, but taxis were expensive, and he hadn’t answered your call earlier. Now, you cursed yourself for not waiting. 

The man behind you had been following you for thirteen blocks – you'd counted in nervous breaths – and he was gaining on you. You walked at an increasingly rapid pace, heart thundering as you blindly dug through your bag for the pepper spray Foggy had gifted you when you’d moved to the city. It was big and a stark blue, with the words “I Heart NY” stamped around it, but your hands were shaking so badly that even if you could find it in the black hole that was your tote bag, you weren’t sure you’d be able to use it.

You turned the corner, nervously glancing at the stranger out of the corner of your eye, and almost yelped at the proximity he had gained. He was within ten feet of you, and you didn’t give yourself a chance to hesitate before you took off running. 

“Hey!” He called. 

You ignored him, pushing your legs to move faster. You could see the entrance to your building, a tiny speck in the distance, and you prayed Matt was close enough to hear your racing heart. The man’s feet pounded on the concrete behind you, and you let out a wild shriek that you hoped would alert someone nearby. If it was heard by anyone, they didn’t make it known. You were alone, and the man was so close to you now that you knew you’d be grabbed by him before you could make it to the safety of your building.  

Arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you into an alley. You began shrieking at the top of your lungs, if only to make it harder for your attacker to get away with whatever he planned to do. 

“Leave me alone! Stop!” You fought with all your might, swinging and kicking wildly in front of you in a last-ditch effort to get away. “Get off me, you fucking creep!”  

Hands cradled your face. 

“It’s me. It’s me, sweetheart.” Matt’s smooth voice coaxed your eyes open. You hadn’t even realized they were closed. “You’re safe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

You blinked up at him in relief. Your heart thundered in your chest, making it hard to breathe. He wasn’t in his Daredevil suit, but the way he clenched his jaw told you that the Devil was itching to come out and play.  

“There was a man,” you started, voice scratchy from the screams you’d let out, “He was following me. I-I know I should’ve waited for you to come get me, but I didn’t want to bother you and then this guy showed up and I was trying to find the pepper spray but-” You were rambling now, gulping in air and waving your arms around as you explained.  

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, softly caressing the curve of your cheekbone.  

“Yeah.” You nodded. The lie tasted ashy on your tongue.  

“You’re crying, sweetheart.”  

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered, attempting to blink the tears away. “I’m fine.” You tried again, but your voice wobbled as the words left your lips. You couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince him or yourself at that point. Matt nodded along with you, kissing your temple.  

“Let’s get you home, okay? You’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you again, okay? I’ve got you.” He led you to the apartment you shared with him, only letting go when you sunk into the cushions of the couch. “I’m going to make you some tea, okay?” 

“Okay.” Your voice was wispy, barely audible to anyone besides Matt, who had tuned himself to you so thoroughly that you sometimes felt like he could read your thoughts. Like right then, as the thought entered your brain, and he responded before you could even finish the thought. Some Chamomile tea would be grea- 

“Is Chamomile alright?” He called, clinking the mug against the counter. 

“Yeah, Matty. Thank you.” You breathed through your anxiety and wondered what happened to the man who’d been following you. 

- 

Later that evening, after he’d drawn you a bath and tucked you into bed, the Devil finally got what he wanted. Matt hadn’t mentioned it to you, but he’d been diligently tracking the stranger’s heartbeat since he’d intervened earlier that evening, and as soon as your heartbeat evened out, suggesting your deep slumber, Matt was jumping across rooftops towards the irregular heartbeat he’d been listening to all evening.  

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do once he got his hands on the guy who had followed you earlier. The blood curdling scream you’d let out was indication enough of your fear, and it echoed in Matt’s ears as he got closer to his target. 

He wouldn’t kill the man. That wasn’t a line Matt was willing to cross, but the thought certainly crossed his mind. If he’d put his hands on you, touched you with his filthy awfulness, Matt might’ve been angry enough to do it, though, and that terrified him. He’d never been so close to murder before, besides maybe with Fisk, but no one fucked with you and got away with it. He wouldn’t kill the guy, but he’d hurt him. Badly.  

Matt took a deep breath and let the Devil creep out. May God have mercy on the stranger’s soul, because the Devil surely wouldn’t.

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Daredevil wasn’t just some silly superhero show. It grappled with big subjects like ethics, justice, religion, self-worth, friendship, disability, and family. The character of Matt Murdock meant so much to me as someone struggling from severe mental illness–seeing someone with a condition be a literal superhero was so uplifting for me back in 2015 when I was still neck deep in debilitating symptoms. And now in 2018, even though I’ve been stable for nearly 3 years, seeing Matt struggle with suicidal ideation really hit home. I can’t even imagine what he meant to people with physical disabilities. 

Not to mention Daredevil was just such a high quality show. The cinematography. The fight choreography. The acting. Charlie Cox deserves an award. Hell, all the actors deserve awards. The writing!! You rarely see that kind of quality and nuance in a superhero show. What they managed to pull off with FAR less a budget than what the main MCU movies get was amazing.

I’m going to miss this show so dearly. At least at the end of s3, Matt came to a place of knowing his own self-worth surrounded by loving friends, having kicked Wilson Fisk back into prison, and a bright future ahead of him. But we won’t get to see that future and it’s utterly heartbreaking.

hands off | matt murdock

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mutual masturbation, mxf intercourse, dirty talk) swearing, established relationship

a/n: okay. OKAY! okay. be gentle with this one because it’s my first matt fic!!! also, i saw this video on tik tok about ppl doing this game thing, but idk who posted it first and i don’t have the videos, but that’s where the dies comes from. also this is literally just smut, don’t even look at me ITS BEEN A LONG WEEK. okay bye. literally posting this and running away to sleep bc i am afraid BYE.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Sooo? You like it?” You keep to your side of the couch as Matt brings the glass up to his mouth for a second time. He hums, swallowing and licking his lips, and you have to bite down on your own to control yourself.

Asshole.

“It’s…”

“What?”

“Sweet.” His voice rumbles. You think you should have tied yourself down or something, because there’s no way you can win this stupid bet if he was going to keep teasing you like this. He wasn’t even doing anything, really. Everything he did seemed to turn you on in some way or the other, especially now, as the alcohol starts to kick in, warmth spreading through your face, flowing all the way down.

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netflix daredevil is so good to me bc even tho matt does has heightened senses, he’s very human. no super speed, no super strength, no super healing. he goes out every single night and bleeds for his city. and he’s not the only one. it’s claire working in one of the most dangerous hospitals. its ben urich spending decades writing exposes. it’s karen standing up against union allied even tho it put a mark on her head. it’s foggy walking into a biker gang bar in search of the truth & constantly putting his career and safety on the line for the little guy. it’s brett risking his job and his life by being a clean cop. daredevil is a collection of small glimmers of hope and strength emerging in response to fear

Strong Enough pt. 2/2

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Assault Aftermath

Part ½

Note: Hello! Sorry for the wait, I was having trouble with this one and didn’t really like where I was going with it, but I think I fixed it. Thank you so much for all the feedback on the first part, hopefully this lives up to the hype!

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You would later deem the thought preemptive, as suddenly the image, along with the weight on you, were stolen at incredible speed. 

You gasped instantly, your lungs greedily sucking in air. This, however, only made you descend into a coughing fit as your bruised throat closed immediately at the rush of air. You pulled yourself up onto your arms, twisting to your side as you struggled not to wretch. Over your own sounds, you heard the grunts of a struggle to your left. The familiar sounds of quick, precise strikes told you it was Matt who was easily winning the fight. Still unsure, you pushed yourself back on weak arms a safe distance as your breathing steadied itself. One hand came up to survey the damage to your neck and head, fingers drifting tentatively across the damaged skin. Vision still clearing, you lifted your head and struggled to make out the forms in front of you bathed in the cool violet light. 

The fight was ending, with the sleep-tousled form of what you assured yourself was Matt throwing one final punch, the sound of fist connecting with bone ringing out through the apartment as your attacker slumped to the ground. 

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‘Sad brain protocol’ may just be the best idea I have ever heard. I will absolutely be incorporating that into my every day life.

Sad brain protocol is SO USEFUL and I regularly make use of it! A friend of mine came up with it and all of us have used it at one point or another. It seemed like such an emotionally aware thing that I figured Foggy could use it with Matt, who regularly has sad brain. And because other readers have asked, too:

The Ten Rules of Sad Brain Protocol:

Any designated friend not in Sad Brain Territory may invoke Sad Brain Protocol on a friend they suspect is in Sad Brain territory. Likewise, you can call it on yourself and alert a friend, one who is a designated Sad Brain Wrangler. If you do not have a Wrangler friend, you follow what rules you can.

Wranglers and Sad Brain Havers can switch when needed, as long as whoever is the Wrangler is in the right headspace.

Sad Brain Protocol must be agreed to and discussed ahead of time by both the designated Wranglers and Havers.

Sad Brain Protocol must only be respectfully invoked by both the Sad Brain Haver and the Sad Brain Wrangler. No joke invocations. Sad Brain Protocol is essentially a Big Red Button, so pushing it is to be taken seriously.

If Sad Brain Protocol is invoked over an event, the Sad Brain Haver must tell the Wrangler exactly what was said or what happened word for word. The Haver must not change the wording or actions, even for story effect, even if they feel guilty, or even if they think something unsaid was implied or obvious. If the Haver cannot remember the exact words or events, they must tell the Wrangler. This is because Sad Brain can often twist or color things.

The Sad Brain Haver is not to make major decisions that could have Very Serious Consequences without checking in with the Wrangler, or, if possible, for a period of 3 days (this is why Foggy mentions in fic that this is meant to help Matt not burn his life down, and stopped him from dropping out of college). If a major decision can wait for 3 days and the Wrangler calls to wait, the Haver must wait. If you are solo with no Wrangler and have called the protocol, you must call a wait on yourself to stop any impulsive decisions (I sometimes imagine Foggy himself telling me to wait when I don't have access to a Wrangler in the moment; I find it helps to imagine someone trusted, fictional or not).

The Wrangler must treat the Haver with respect, even if the Haver's reaction seems irrational, ex: hopelessness or anxiety over something seemingly fixable.

The Sad Brain Haver is not to play Sad Brain Olympics with the Wrangler. There is no, 'Well you don't understand because my depression/anxiety is worse.' The Wrangler's job is not to be the Haver. Their job is to guide the Haver away from bad decisions influenced by Sad Brain.

Likewise, the Wrangler must treat emotions as valid. There is no, 'Why are you sad Matt? It's not a big deal!' The Wrangler isn't there to kill or shred the emotions. Just to pull them back from what happened or what will happen so that clarity is achieved, especially with any major decisions.

While chronic depression, anxiety, or things like BPD are often catalysts for Sad Brain Protocol moments, none of those are required. Sometimes you're just having a really shitty time, and there's no shame in invoking Sad Brain Protocol when that happens.