it is a crime that we never got an easter/christmas daredevil
matt isn’t allowed to hunt for eggs any more in the Nelson and Murdock egg hunt because he always finds at least 90% of them (foggy tries to get matt to share his findings every year but matt always refuses and hordes all of his candy like a gremlin)
foggy would’ve had such an excellent ugly christmas sweater (he made it himself and put pom poms and bells and tinsel and other tactile things so that matt can “experience the awesomeness of his sweater too”)
matt and foggy having tons of ridiculous traditions they made in college
i could totally imagine foggy dressing up as the easter buggy for some parties while matt whispers to whichever little kid is struggling where all the eggs are.
also foggy would def give matt a soft ass sweater with the most ridiculous christmas phrase
it is a crime that we never got an easter/christmas daredevil
matt isn’t allowed to hunt for eggs any more in the Nelson and Murdock egg hunt because he always finds at least 90% of them (foggy tries to get matt to share his findings every year but matt always refuses and hordes all of his candy like a gremlin)
foggy would’ve had such an excellent ugly christmas sweater (he made it himself and put pom poms and bells and tinsel and other tactile things so that matt can “experience the awesomeness of his sweater too”)
matt and foggy having tons of ridiculous traditions they made in college
Summary: You decide to style Matt’s hair while showering together.
Warnings: Pure fluff, showering in a nonsexual way
Word Count: ~1.2k
A/n: Phew, this one has been in the drafts for a while. I couldn’t figure out how to start it for the longest time but here you go! More fics in progress, to be finished (hopefully?) soon. Also, can we talk about the removal of the Marvel shows on Netflix? And they haven’t said where they will be moved to? What am I supposed to do with my time now?
*not my gif*
You sigh as the steaming hot water trickles down your back. It has been quite the day, to say the least. In short, everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. There is nothing you want more than to take a hot shower, put on some comfy clothes, curl up in bed, and sleep through the rest of the week. Preferably, all of these activities include Matt, of course. But alas, Matt has yet to come home, and you have work tomorrow. Well, at least you can do activities one through three.
Internally groaning and the horrors of the real world, you finally start your shower routine, after standing under the hot water for at least five minutes. You’re so wrapped up in your self pitying (everyone is entitled to a healthy amount of self pitying after a long day, okay?) that you don’t notice that Matt has returned home until he joins you in the shower and pulls you into a strong embrace.
“How are you?” he mumbles into your hair as he fills his four working senses with you. You aren’t the only one who has been longing for this moment all day. These are Matt’s favorite moments, where, just for a moment, he can block out the chaos of the world that too often overwhelms his senses until it’s just you and him, nothing more, nothing less.
“Just peachy,” you reply while burying your head into Matt’s, now wet, chest.
Matt quietly laughs before squeezing you tighter. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.” You reach for the shampoo to continue on with your shower routine but Matt beats you to it. He squeezes a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand and starts lathering your hair, giving you a mini scalp massage in the process. Both of you stay quiet, listening to the soft patter of the water hitting the tile floor, as you melt into Matt’s chest.
Matt takes his time to ensure he has a thorough and even application of shampoo in your hair. But, you quickly get impatient, deciding it’s your turn to dote on him. You also take your time to shampoo his hair, but that quickly turns into you playing with his hair.
Matt breaks the silence. “What are you doing,” he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. You both know that he knows the answer to that question, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear your voice and to tease you a bit.
“Just trying out some new hairstyles,” you respond softly. At this point, it has become part of your routine for you to style his hair into, let’s say, unusual hairstyles. Today’s new style is one giant spike sticking straight up from the center of his head.
“What’s today's hairstyle?” he asks to humor you after a long day.
“One large spike pointing up in the center of your head,” you state in a matter of fact way, continuing to style his hair.
Matt tries to keep his voice somewhat serious as he responds, “Well, how do I look?” Unsurprisingly, he fails. His tone is probably the furthest thing from serious.
You, however, are able to maintain your composure despite how ridiculous Matt looks. “More handsome than before.”
Matt laughs, “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” You continue to perfect the spike until you step back while trying to think of ways to improve his new hairstyle. Matt’s expression becomes more and more confused during the few minutes you spend studying him in utter silence until you finally figure out how to make his hairstyle even better.
“Do you know what’s better than one spike?” You ask, lowering your voice to a more serious tone.
“No…?” Matt furrows his brows even more, confusion evident in his voice. Honestly, it’s adorable how confused he looks. His eyes shift around while he tilts his head, indicating that he is searching for clues as to why you’re serious all of a sudden. Honestly, it’s too cute, you know, when he tilts his head to listen carefully. He looks like a puppy that just heard the word “treat,” or “outside.” You doubt that he realizes that he does it too, he’s probably too focused on whatever he is listening to to notice.
“TWO spikes!!!” you exclaim, while trying to keep your serious tone but failing miserably.
Matt lets out a loud laugh as he is surprised by your response. But, knowing your humor, he probably should have seen it coming. “You’re so stupid,” Matt states lightheartedly, and then he pulls you towards his chest once again, still chuckling from your joke.
You pull away from his chest slightly to admire your work. “You should wear your hair like this all the time. It fits you so well.”
“Hmm does it?” Matt says, leaning forward for a kiss.
“Mhm. It really does. Wait, wait wait, it looks like horns!! Matt, it's perfect, seriously. You know, because you’re the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and all of that, and Devils have the two little horns, and now you have horns so it works,” you ramble.
Matt gives you a wide smile that warms every fiber of your being. “That is true,” he sneaks his arms around your torso before continuing, “but then everyone would know my secret. If I walk around with horns all the time then eventually someone is bound to put two and two together.”
You raise an eyebrow at Matt, “Really? People are going to look at you and see the two spikes on your head and then go, ‘Ah yes it all makes sense now. The blind lawyer from two blocks down the street must be the one who is doing parkour on the rooftops at night. I wouldn’t have known before, but now that he has two tufts of hair sticking up from his head, I see the connection.’”
You can feel Matt’s chest shake as he lets out a deep laugh.“Well, they wouldn’t realize right away but eventually they would figure it out,” Matt defends as he buries his head into your neck.
“I think you could write it off as a new stylistic choice. You pull it off so well that no one would be the wiser. Only you and I would know the true meaning.”
“You can try to convince me all you want, but I will not be showing up to my next trial with horns.”
You pause and consider your options. “You leave me no choice, Matthew. I will have to take matters into my own hands and style your hair while you are sleeping,” you orate. “Mark my words, Murdock, the horns WILL make an appearance.”
“Whatever you say,” he concedes, words muffled as he presses a kiss to your soaking wet hair. Matt pulls you impossibly closer and you two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, soaking in each other’s company.
Matt is the first to break the silence. “I love you,” he mumbled out against your neck.
“I love you too, Matthew.”
***
A few days later, a jar of hair gel mysteriously appears next to Matt’s comb. How peculiar…
As someone who has had a shit day…😭😭😭this is so lovely. I love the readers sense of humor, the “serious” tone, Matt humoring them, just this whole exchange, it would turn my day around in a heartbeat, soft and slow.
Okay so, this is totally random but I can't stop thinking about matt murdock ;;; like the hold he has on me is unbelievable and I cannot move on from him 🧍And I don't know if I want to kiss him or punch him (affectionately)
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I too am a victim of this 😔 the only thing I think about is matthew murdock and his little side hustle
what I would give to affectionately punch matt in the face and then immediately kiss him is mildly concerning ; he just needs a loving punch to knock him out of constant state of being an idiot and then a kiss and cuddles afterwards to make it up to him
Summary: You decide to style Matt’s hair while showering together.
Warnings: Pure fluff, showering in a nonsexual way
Word Count: ~1.2k
A/n: Phew, this one has been in the drafts for a while. I couldn’t figure out how to start it for the longest time but here you go! More fics in progress, to be finished (hopefully?) soon. Also, can we talk about the removal of the Marvel shows on Netflix? And they haven’t said where they will be moved to? What am I supposed to do with my time now?
*not my gif*
You sigh as the steaming hot water trickles down your back. It has been quite the day, to say the least. In short, everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. There is nothing you want more than to take a hot shower, put on some comfy clothes, curl up in bed, and sleep through the rest of the week. Preferably, all of these activities include Matt, of course. But alas, Matt has yet to come home, and you have work tomorrow. Well, at least you can do activities one through three.
Internally groaning and the horrors of the real world, you finally start your shower routine, after standing under the hot water for at least five minutes. You’re so wrapped up in your self pitying (everyone is entitled to a healthy amount of self pitying after a long day, okay?) that you don’t notice that Matt has returned home until he joins you in the shower and pulls you into a strong embrace.
“How are you?” he mumbles into your hair as he fills his four working senses with you. You aren’t the only one who has been longing for this moment all day. These are Matt’s favorite moments, where, just for a moment, he can block out the chaos of the world that too often overwhelms his senses until it’s just you and him, nothing more, nothing less.
“Just peachy,” you reply while burying your head into Matt’s, now wet, chest.
Matt quietly laughs before squeezing you tighter. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.” You reach for the shampoo to continue on with your shower routine but Matt beats you to it. He squeezes a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand and starts lathering your hair, giving you a mini scalp massage in the process. Both of you stay quiet, listening to the soft patter of the water hitting the tile floor, as you melt into Matt’s chest.
Matt takes his time to ensure he has a thorough and even application of shampoo in your hair. But, you quickly get impatient, deciding it’s your turn to dote on him. You also take your time to shampoo his hair, but that quickly turns into you playing with his hair.
Matt breaks the silence. “What are you doing,” he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. You both know that he knows the answer to that question, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear your voice and to tease you a bit.
“Just trying out some new hairstyles,” you respond softly. At this point, it has become part of your routine for you to style his hair into, let’s say, unusual hairstyles. Today’s new style is one giant spike sticking straight up from the center of his head.
“What’s today's hairstyle?” he asks to humor you after a long day.
“One large spike pointing up in the center of your head,” you state in a matter of fact way, continuing to style his hair.
Matt tries to keep his voice somewhat serious as he responds, “Well, how do I look?” Unsurprisingly, he fails. His tone is probably the furthest thing from serious.
You, however, are able to maintain your composure despite how ridiculous Matt looks. “More handsome than before.”
Matt laughs, “Is that so?”
“Mhm.” You continue to perfect the spike until you step back while trying to think of ways to improve his new hairstyle. Matt’s expression becomes more and more confused during the few minutes you spend studying him in utter silence until you finally figure out how to make his hairstyle even better.
“Do you know what’s better than one spike?” You ask, lowering your voice to a more serious tone.
“No…?” Matt furrows his brows even more, confusion evident in his voice. Honestly, it’s adorable how confused he looks. His eyes shift around while he tilts his head, indicating that he is searching for clues as to why you’re serious all of a sudden. Honestly, it’s too cute, you know, when he tilts his head to listen carefully. He looks like a puppy that just heard the word “treat,” or “outside.” You doubt that he realizes that he does it too, he’s probably too focused on whatever he is listening to to notice.
“TWO spikes!!!” you exclaim, while trying to keep your serious tone but failing miserably.
Matt lets out a loud laugh as he is surprised by your response. But, knowing your humor, he probably should have seen it coming. “You’re so stupid,” Matt states lightheartedly, and then he pulls you towards his chest once again, still chuckling from your joke.
You pull away from his chest slightly to admire your work. “You should wear your hair like this all the time. It fits you so well.”
“Hmm does it?” Matt says, leaning forward for a kiss.
“Mhm. It really does. Wait, wait wait, it looks like horns!! Matt, it's perfect, seriously. You know, because you’re the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and all of that, and Devils have the two little horns, and now you have horns so it works,” you ramble.
Matt gives you a wide smile that warms every fiber of your being. “That is true,” he sneaks his arms around your torso before continuing, “but then everyone would know my secret. If I walk around with horns all the time then eventually someone is bound to put two and two together.”
You raise an eyebrow at Matt, “Really? People are going to look at you and see the two spikes on your head and then go, ‘Ah yes it all makes sense now. The blind lawyer from two blocks down the street must be the one who is doing parkour on the rooftops at night. I wouldn’t have known before, but now that he has two tufts of hair sticking up from his head, I see the connection.’”
You can feel Matt’s chest shake as he lets out a deep laugh.“Well, they wouldn’t realize right away but eventually they would figure it out,” Matt defends as he buries his head into your neck.
“I think you could write it off as a new stylistic choice. You pull it off so well that no one would be the wiser. Only you and I would know the true meaning.”
“You can try to convince me all you want, but I will not be showing up to my next trial with horns.”
You pause and consider your options. “You leave me no choice, Matthew. I will have to take matters into my own hands and style your hair while you are sleeping,” you orate. “Mark my words, Murdock, the horns WILL make an appearance.”
“Whatever you say,” he concedes, words muffled as he presses a kiss to your soaking wet hair. Matt pulls you impossibly closer and you two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, soaking in each other’s company.
Matt is the first to break the silence. “I love you,” he mumbled out against your neck.
“I love you too, Matthew.”
***
A few days later, a jar of hair gel mysteriously appears next to Matt’s comb. How peculiar…
Request: “Can someone please write a Matt Murdock x reader fanfic based on it’s all futile it’s all pointless by Wilbur Soot :)”
Summary: Matt confesses a secret to you, but it doesn’t go as he thought it would. Based on It’s All Futile! It’s All Pointless! by Lovejoy
Warnings: Mostly fluff, a bit of angst
Word Count: 883
A/n: for @musicaltrash523! I hope you enjoy! As an avid Lovejoy listener, I had to make this fic. Fun fact it’s all futile it’s all pointless is actually my favorite lovejoy song :) If anyone hasn’t heard it before I HIGHLY recommend giving it a listen. p.s. there was a much more angsty version of this fic lmk if you want to see it lol
*not my gif*
'Cause this is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me
Oh, I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
You were putting away old case files when Matt approached you. “Hey, uh, can I, uh, talk to you?” he asks with a slight tremor in his voice.
“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” You reply in your usual cheery voice. You pause for a second and then add, “Is there something wrong?”
Matt runs a hand through his hair. “Uh, yes, actually. Come to my office?”
“Yeah, for sure,” you answer while setting your files down, now sounding slightly concerned.
As you walk towards his office, an eerie cloud of concern and dread surrounds you. Matt closes the door to his office, and you both pause, waiting for the other to start the conversation.
Matt clears his throat before slowly expressing what has been on his mind for weeks, maybe months, now. “There’s uh… There’s something I need to confess to you…” As he begins to speak, Matt wishes more and more he never started this conversation. He wishes he could go back to about three minutes prior to this moment, before he decided to have this conversation with you. No, you have to know, you deserve to know the truth.
Picking up on his hesitance, you take his hands into your own and lead him to the old couch you found in the dumpster a week ago. “Matt, you know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you, I promise.”
Matt takes a deep breath before continuing, “The truth is, I’ve been lying to you. I’ve been lying to you since I met you. There’s something you need to know.” He hesitates again as he forces the words out of his constricting throat.
“I’m Daredevil,” Matt whispers, waiting for the storm of fury that always follows the truth. But, it never came.
Honestly, you’re more surprised that you didn’t put it together before than the fact that he is Daredevil. He’s never available at night, shows up to work with random injuries, and has uncanny reflexes, despite the fact that he is blind, not to mention that Daredevil is also blind. He even looks like Daredevil for god’s sake, how did you not see this before?
“Ok,” you state, seemingly unaffected by what should be life changing information. He lied to you for as long as you’ve known him, and you’re acting like he’s just told you what he had for breakfast. To put it simply, Matt is perplexed. Utterly confused. Astonished.
To be fair, when other, normal people found out about his nighttime tendencies, they were justifiably angry. But he couldn’t detect even a whiff of anger radiating off of you. “So, you’re not angry?” Matt questions slowly, uncertainty clear in his voice.
“Oh no I am angry. At myself that is,” you clarify. “I mean it was right there, and looking back on it, it was honestly quite obvious too.” Matt’s confused expression morphs into a shocked one as you explain your thoughts. “Oh come on, you can’t actually think that you were doing a good job at hiding it. I hate to break it to you, Matt, but the fact that no one has realized yet isn’t due to your incredible subtlety. Wait, do other people know? Am I the only stupid one?”
Matt sighs and one of his hands finds a home one his hip while the other pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, Foggy and Karen know. But they didn’t find out on their own either. I told Karen and Foggy… Well Foggy only found out because he found me bleeding out in my apartment.” He pauses, and considers your words, “You’re not angry at me for lying to you this whole time?”
The truth is, you don’t think you could be mad at Matt even if you wanted to. With those eyes? You’re not a monster. In all seriousness though, you could never be furious with him. “I guess it’s a character flaw,” you shrug. “You’re too charming for me to form any logical thoughts around you.”
Matt stares at you for a second, and then smirks. “You find me charming?”
“Yes, of course. Did you seriously not realize? It wasn’t like I was trying to be subtle or anything, unlike someone. Though, I didn’t realize that you were Daredevil, so we can call it even. I suppose I can find solace in our shared inability to pick up on social clu—” Matt grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger to pull you into a kiss. A short, but glorious kiss. His hand slides up to the back of your head as he presses your foreheads together.
“You talk too much,” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss.
“Jesus, Matt, take me out to dinner first,” you say, and the corners of Matt’s lips turn down as he slightly furrows his brows. “It was a joke, don’t get all pouty on me. Except you do owe me dinner.”
Matt lets out a small chuckle before his face becomes serious again. “So you aren’t going to leave me? Because of what I told you, I mean?”
“After that kiss? Not in a million years. Nope you’re stuck with me forever, whether you like it or not buddy.” You pull his head back towards yours, pressing your smiles together. “Now, where are you taking me to eat? I’m starving.”
Do you think that Matt has ever forgotten his cane before? Let me paint the picture:
- He was out longer than usual the night before doing his daredevil stuff so he didn’t get much sleep (at least compared to how much he normally gets, we all know this man is sleep deprived)
- On top of that, he’s got a major case coming up
- He’s got a lot on his mind ok?
- So he just walks out of his apartment without his cane because he only uses it to look more like a normal blind man and less like someone who has super-senses.
- The point is he doesn’t need it to navigate the world, so he wouldn’t notice right away
- So he’s going on his merry way to an important case and it hits him like a brick wall: he forgot his cane
- But he can’t turn back because then he would be late right?
- The solution? He’s been stockpiling canes in different alleyways all over Hell’s Kitchen
I love how bad Matthew Murdock, a literal lawyer, is at lying.
S1/2 Karen could ask him "excuse me why do you have two bruised ribs, a punctured skull, a broken wrist and 3 of your teeth missing" and he'd be like "oops haha you know, blind people shenanigans"
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