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Marvel
Matt Murdock/Daredevil
Reader inserts:
Secret Santa
You're Pulling Your Punches
Have a Flowery Day! i. white orchids | ii. daisies | iii. forget-me-nots | iv. jasmines | v.
I wanna ruin our internship, we should be partners instead
Karedevil (Matt Murdock x Karen Page):
Do's & Dont's
dream a little dream...
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x The Vision
Pre-WandaVision/AU's:
A Quiet Day
Can You Help me Fix the TV?
Post-WandaVision:
Coming soon!
Star Wars
Coming soon!
Games
Coming soon!
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Summary: Karen Page feels uneasy around Matt Murdock after dreams of a passionate kiss waking her up a few nights in a row. Foggy Nelson decides to take action between his two best friends and possible lovebirds to, perhaps, make a dream come true.
Word count: 2,9k
Warnings: none!
Content: fluffiness <3
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hello, welcome back to my account! I am deeply sorry for disappearing the last few months; there were some pretty tought times in my life but I will be back soon with my stories. Can't wait to share them with you <3 for now please enjoy this fluffy Karedevil fic (I MISS THEEEEM) special thanks to my beta reader @areiko for being such an angel :)
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It always started the same way.
Karen sitting at her desk, opening up her laptop and working on something – it was blurry, so she couldn’t exactly see what – with moonlight shining through the window behind her and only the dim light of the office above her head. Everyone had already called it a night…
… or so she thought.
The front door suddenly cracked open; and, as someone who knows the danger of being alone after hours, she immediately put herself together and asked with a trembling voice:
“Who’s there?”
The tip of a white cane showed up at the bottom of the door, making her sigh with relief just before Matt Murdock entered, still wearing his work clothes from earlier that day.
“Oh, thank God. Hi, Matt.”
She smiled and, before it was possible to add a “what are you doing here?” question, followed up by something related to his nightly activities as Daredevil, Karen noticed something was… off. Matt was smiling at her – beaming, to be exact – as he collapsed his cane and walked towards her seat, tapping the wooden desk with the tip of his fingers so he could see whenever she was close.
And, soon after that, he lowered his head to kiss her.
Karen tried to call him out but immediately gave in when she felt the warmth of his lips over hers. She couldn’t even stand up from her seat, like she was glued to the chair or, most likely, hypnotized by his touch, to the other hand entering the loose strands of her hair and caressing them with such passion it was impossible to do anything but to kiss him back…
… Until she wakes up.
Karen stared at the ceiling with the dried lips still warm from Matt’s dreamy touch, cheeks flustered in ruby red when she moved her hands to cover her face and let out a small moan in shame. Slowly, she rolled around the bed, grabbing the pillow just to bury her face and muffle a scream. It was the third consecutive night she’d had the same dream – probably there were a few differences here and there, like if she said something different when the door opened, but overall it was the same: Matt smiled, walked towards her and kissed her lips.
The first night was fine since the weekend had just begun, and also was an opportunity to drink some wine before going back to bed. The second one was excusable, because she wouldn’t have to work the following day anyways. The third one, however, was considerably damageable, since she would definitely get brown circles under her eyes from waking in the middle of the night for three days in a row, and, worst of all, in a matter of hours she would see Matt. For the whole day. There was absolutely no way she would survive this.
Sometimes, Karen looked through the window and hoped to see a glimpse of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen jumping over buildings, perhaps even coming by to visit her place for a change – and, amidst the imagination of Daredevil soaring over the dark sky, city lights glimmering over his body, she would often fall back asleep for just a few hours before the alarm clock went off as usual.
Karen rubbed her eyes with the warm water of her morning shower, suppressing a yawn and scolding herself for not getting enough sleep. She put on a beautiful black skirt with white, long socks and boots; as soon as she opened the door, and felt the cool autumn wind on the exposed arms, she also took a coat from the hanger beside her to finally leave the house.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as soon as she entered the office and no one else had arrived yet. Putting Matt’s and Foggy’s coffees over their tables, and finally taking a sip of her own, she sat down and opened the laptop with case files she needed to work on – not creepily staring at the door every five seconds – taking notes on how far she had advanced on each one.
“Good morning, Karen.”
Matt’s voice cut the air like an arrow before he even had fully opened the door. Karen felt flustered, answering in a whisper:
“Good morning, Matt” and cleared her throat before adding “your coffee is over the desk.”
“Thank you.”
Instead of going to his workplace as usual, he walked towards her, which made Karen’s heart jump at an alarming rate, completely audible by both of them, on the déjà vu before her very own eyes.
“Foggy hasn’t arrived yet” the woman said in an attempt to make him not get so close, but he shrugged and went around the chair to lower his head over her shoulder.
“I’m sure he will be here soon enough” Matt placed his hands over the wood of the table and said “do you have any news regarding any of our cases?”
“Yes, of course”, Karen tried her best to control her breath while picking up a braille-printed paper to hand him. “I think Jones will be with his mother again pretty soon.”
She smiled, feeling proud of herself; it was a tough one, trying to get the little boy reunited with his family after false accusations of drug dealing. With the corner of her eyes, Karen could see Matt beaming in a very similar way of the dream – since he was so close, it was possible to see the edge of his eyes crinkle behind the red shades, even to feel his breath moving a few loose strands of her hair.
“Thank you, Karen”, he held her shoulders and squeezed them tightly, then quietly let go, taking the papers with him to his office, but not before turning his head and asking, “are you alright?”
She took a moment to pay attention to herself – heart beating fast, the thin, blonde arm hair bristling over her skin –, moistening her lips before saying:
“Of course I’m alright”, Karen stopped her leg from shaking “but thanks for asking”.
And she dropped on her chair as soon as Matt entered his workplace.
~.~
A week went by with awkward conversations between Karen and her boss, often ending abruptly when her heart started beating so loudly Matt just couldn’t focus on her voice. She was also the first one to arrive and the first one to leave their office, like she couldn’t be around them anymore, which led to Matt Murdock usually facing the door and hearing her footsteps walking away with a sad smile on his face.
The dreams had gradually stopped, not before being more explicit with wet kisses and his hand gripping her back tightly – however she still had trouble sleeping every night after spending the afternoons with Matt, feeling guilty for not talking to him as much as she should. They talked for hours before, how would she explain such absence? All these different feelings filled in her mind every day until the fatigue put her to sleep for a few hours before it was time to face another day and another opportunity to explain what was going on.
The first person to actually address the subject, however, was Foggy, who surprised Karen before she arrived at the office one day.
“Jesus Christ, Foggy” she said, holding the coffee cups near her chest. “Do you want to kill me or what?”
“Not me” Foggy grabbed his drink (the cup with his name written with a marker and a little star drawn on the side), muttering “thank you” before continuing: “I guess you, miss Page, want to kill poor Matt Murdock from breaking his heart after constantly leaving his sad ass looking at the door you just left.”
Karen bit her lip and let out a heavy breath as they walked down the street.
“Poor thing, he was so young. Rest in peace” Foggy bowed his head and the woman rolled her eyes.
“I am so sorry about that.” she said, trying to gather her thoughts.
He gave her a warm, however crooked, smile, using his free hand to hold her arm.
“Be honest with me, Karen” his eyes were deadly serious. “Are you seeing someone and scared to tell us about it?”
His friend and co-worker’s expression turned completely red for an instant; she stuttered and her mouth opened and closed a few times before finally saying:
“What? No!”
“You don’t need to hide anything from us, you know.”
“I am being a hundred percent honest here”, and, after a few seconds, added: “Is that what Matt thinks?”
“Beats me”, Foggy shrugged. “He didn’t say anything besides how you seemed distant, so this was my theory. What keeps you so secretive?”
Another deep breath came from deep inside Karen’s chest, a mist of embarrassment and anxiety growing in her voice as she said:
“I’ve been having some… dreams. With Matt.”
“What kind of dreams, Miss Page?” he sounded alarmed. “You mean...”, letting go of her arm, he made some movements with his hand that reminded her of lewd stuff, turning his friend’s face a different, brighter hue of pink he hardly ever saw.
“God, no!” Karen shook the right hand and caught her breath before sitting on a bench, so they could talk in peace.
“What is it, then?”
“For about three nights in a row, I dreamt of staying to work after hours at the office, and Matt came in, smiling, and kissed me…” she turned her tone a little down “… on the lips.”
“Oh, really? What he did next, held your hand?” Foggy mocked, eyes wide open and a giant grin on his face, to which Karen threatened throwing coffee on him. “Sorry, go on.”
“It wasn’t just a kiss, Foggy. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Like I could feel his warmth inside my chest, you know?” she sighed. “The dreams stopped after a few days, but I find it impossible to talk to him now, at least not without feeling that I’m going to implode.”
“So ignoring him is your best option?”
“Not the best, but an option until I think on what to do.”
Foggy Nelson took a sip of his coffee, being careful enough not to spill over the suit he bought at some very expensive store downtown. With nothing but the sound of wind howling and people walking, an uncomfortable silence befell the two friends, Karen’s heart pounding between her lungs in relief for finally saying out loud what was going on – and, not so deep inside her mind, she felt kind of stupid hearing her own words reverberating back to her.
“Look, I’m sorry-”
“You absolutely don't need to be sorry”, Foggy said with a smile while stretching his arm to hold her shoulder. “You do… sound a little fifteen-year-old-ish, to be honest.”
Karen giggled.
“To be fair I did not have any high school crushes to call mine…”
“Right.” Foggy laughed. “It is understandable, since our firm has recently started, and you both had a few rough moments in a not so distant past. If there is one thing I can tell you, Page,” he turned around in the bench to face her “is that every time you ignore Matt out of fear from his reaction, you are also postponing a possible outcome from this desire, that, in my opinion, is so strong you’ve been constantly dreaming of it.”
“But what if Matt doesn’t feel the same?”
“At least you would stop torturing yourself” the lawyer stood up, offering his hand to her. “Try not to put your own happiness and peace of mind behind your fears, alright?”
She placed her fingers just over his palm, balancing hers and Matt’s coffees on one hand at the same time she basically jumped on her friend’s chest so she could envelop him in a tight hug.
“Thank you”, she whispered.
“I might quit law to become a psychologist, you know. This feels exceptionally nice.”
They both hushed to the office, where Matt already was waiting for them.
“Today is ‘not inviting your friend for a morning walk’ day and nobody warned me?” he asked, hanging his coat on the back of his chair.
“We just bumped into each other” said Foggy with a wink, going to his own workplace, while Karen caught up to her boss.
“Which means that Foggy already drank his coffee, but I saved mine so we could drink together, perhaps, if you’d like…?”
Matt kindly offered the seat in front of him while she placed the cup over his desk, a quiet thud being the only audible sound between them for a while.
“I am so sorry for leaving earlier these last few days”, babbled her.
“No problem. Do you mind if I ask what was going on…?”
“Oh”, she drank a bit of her coffee. “Let’s say I just wasn’t sleeping really well.”
From the other room, Foggy intonated dream a little dream of me…, which made Karen stare daggers at him through the mirror separating the rooms.
“He seems carefree today”, Matt whispered. “Feeling better now?”
“Yup!”, the woman smiled under the cup. “I’m going to take a look today if Mister Smith has any property in his name.”
Slowly, she reached out for his hand, caressing the knots of his fingers with a sweet smile coloring her blank expression with sunshine. Matt took a long sip of his own drink before putting it back on the table and holding her hand between his palms; would Karen guess that his heart was pounding inside his own chest? She looked down and, soon after, turned her gaze back at him.
“Anything else you want to say?” he asked.
“No”, Karen answered. There was no truth to her answer, and Matt knew about it, yet decided not to press any further. She reluctantly let go and walked toward her desk at the same time Foggy approached and asked, unbelievably upset:
“Are you for real?”
“There was no way in hell I would tell him about that.”
“Tell me about what?” asked Matt from the other room.
“Nothing!” they both said while Karen took her stuff. “Don’t wait for me today, I will be back late and probably go straight home.”
As soon as she left, she felt her heart a lot lighter.
~.~
The day went by with the young and newest member of Nelson, Murdock and Page not thinking about the dreams… at all. She drove all the way to New Jersey in her old car to try and discover something about a client having legal properties he could sell to pay his debt. For many hours she waited at real estate agencies, talked to people, and eventually found what she was looking for. The warmth of Matt’s hands, however, remained over hers for the whole day, and she often found herself hugging herself in the cold autumn so she could still feel his faint presence by her side.
When Karen got back to Hell’s Kitchen, it was late; street lights were on and everybody was already going home. She had so much energy, however, that went straight to the office to work to keep the case going. A strange sense of familiarity fell around her, but she paid no mind, that is, until she heard a light thud on the window behind her.
She slowly turned around to see none other than Daredevil, taking off the black cloth over his face while she said his real name out loud. Matt smiled, jumping inside the room and resting his back on the wall.
“What… What are you doing here?”
“I took a leap of faith that I would find you here before heading to my… nightly activities. You know, the usual stuff” he giggled. “How are you holding up? Do you need a lift back home? We can swing, if you’d like” Matt then proceeded to show his red club in one of his back pockets.
“What are you, Spiderman?”, they both laughed.
Suddenly, it hits Karen that she is still glued to her chair; that Matt is in front of her, beaming; and, before these thoughts could transform into words, he took a step forward, held her face, and lowered his head enough to kiss her.
Karen kissed him with urgency, her desire speaking louder than any common sense. She touched Matt’s face and shoulders, trying to make sense that the moment was, in fact, the real thing, and not another dream; a blow on her chest replaced her beating heart with a warm and fuzzy sensation for a few seconds and fireworks brightened up her mind with bliss the whole time until he slowly let go. Smiling, she said:
“… It wasn’t a dream!”
However, as soon as she opened her eyes, Matt was nowhere to be seen, not even the black mask or the cane he constantly used; instead, there was a small recorder over the table with a sweet song coming out its tiny speakers:
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper, “I love you”
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me…
She put her fingers over the warm lips, trying her best to keep the warmth – so different from the days she just woke up without him – forever over her skin. Karen’s blue eyes were filled with small tears of joy, the sensation which enveloped both her and Matt at that moment.
The ethereal feeling was only interrupted by a buzzing in her telephone.
“Did it work??”
Foggy’s message blinked on the screen.
“Oh, Foggy, don’t you know it is wrong to talk about other people’s secrets like that?”
With trembling fingers and shaky lips turning into a smile, she typed:
“But thanks for making a girl’s dream literally come true.”
I'm back from my vacation!! It was nice to take a break and relax for a bit, but now we're back on track :) to everyone who liked and commented these last few days, THANK YOU!
Soon I'll have a lot of college exams and important stuff however I'll try to post as much as possible, even if it takes a little longer for me.
so just to keep you updated,
I hope that, until next week, I can properly wrap Have a Flowery Day and another Matt Murdock reader insert I had started to work on (before my break) called Fairy Lights. I also have two more reader inserts I plan to post soon.
If this reach any Karedevil fans, I have both good and not so good news! The not so good one is that I'll have to postpone a shortfic I have planned on them just for a little while; but the good news is that I'll try to post more oneshots of them until the end of the month! :)
Are there any Reylos out there? I've been working on two oneshots of this couple, and also a short Din Djarin reader insert I can't wait to share with you guys!
I'll also try my best to post something ScarletVision before MOM comes out.
THE REQUEST BOX IS OPEN and if you have any requests, don't be shy! It may take me a while but it would make my day, week, month, year, probably my entire life <3
It will surely be a busy month (and I'm sorry for that) however bear with me that I'll make sure it will be worth it <3 thank you so much!
Have a Flowery Day! [Matt Murdock x F!Reader] - Chapter IV
Summary: When a second attempted heist happens, and Daredevil saves reader once again, she feels comfortable on telling him a few details on her past life with the feeling she might have bumped into him before all of that.
Number of chapters: 5
Warnings: slow burn, mentions of cancer, mentions of assault, mentions of robbery, spoiler free.
Read the first chapter here! | Read it on AO3 | My masterlist ❤
Currently working on this shortfic’s masterlist!
Hello and welcome to the fouth chapter in this miniseries! I'm sorry, I was meant to finish it waaay earlier BUT I did not have the time, as well as I'm going to take a small break since I won't be able to have my computer. So I'm sorry about delaying a few chapters and new reader inserts by the beginning of the next month, so stay tuned :) huge thanks to my friend and beta-reader @areiko for all the support!! :D without further ado, let's get to the chapter!
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iv. jasmines
jasmines: means sensuality, hospitality, inspiration and spiritual ascencion.
A few days went by while you prepared the floral arrangement which Matt had asked for. You had to order some jasmines, since you had none at your stock, and he kindly paid in advance so you wouldn’t be in debt. When the flowers arrived, some night after the shift ended, you decided to take them home to have a little more time to finish the arrangement.
And, on that same day, you surely were being followed.
There was a strange man on the other side of the street when you closed the door, and you noticed he came to your pavement just when you started to walk. When you tried to rush a little bit, at least what was possible with the flowers in hand, he also rushed. Your breath became ragged, and it was possible to hear his own sighs a few steps behind you.
Amidst a sea of buildings and concrete, there was a beautiful house of two pavements you had inherited from your parents. Although you loved the freedom to make noise until late at night, working with loud music blasting on speakers, that night you felt scared, since there was no one else around when you desperately opened the padlock with him just behind you.
“Excuse me”, you said slowly, with a courage you did not know you had. “What time is it now?”
He became startled, then you entered and shut the door immediately while the flowers came to the ground. You did not notice that because your lungs were both filled with screams for help and your eyes were not aware of anything but the dangerous person in front of you.
“Somebody help me! Please!”
He tried to break in, and you walked the small corridor leading to the front door, afraid, so much you couldn’t even find your own keys to get inside. He would soon break in and get you. Tears filled your eyes. A noise of metal resounding made your whole body tremble. He was there.
Until…
Nothing but a dry sound of something bumping.
You slowly turned your body to see Daredevil there, barely standing on his feet.
“It’s you…”
“Call the cops”, he ordered.
You nodded, picking up the phone. The police arrived shortly after to get your testimony, along with the man into custody – who it took a while to remember it was the same one from the heist a few nights prior – for escaping jail and breaking into a house. The hero under a devil mask stayed there the whole time; as he was ready to leave, you called out:
“Mister Daredevil?”
Surprisingly, he answered with a hum.
“Why don’t you come in a little bit? You look… well, awful. The least I can do is to offer some water.”
You could swear you’d seen a small smile play on his lips, disappearing just when he walked a few steps to your doorstep. You weren’t expecting him to accept just like that.
“Just to thank you for today… And a few days before, you saved me as well” you turned your back to him. “I mean, you might not remember everyone you save, but I remember you very well.”
The shiver on your hands had disappeared when you opened the door leading to the entrance, a floral scent making its way to your chest in relief of being safely at home. You welcomed the man, who stayed at the doorstep, and took a water bottle from the fridge. Every single detail on your house had some memory attached to it, from the magnets attached to the refrigerator, to decorations hanging around the vast hall; plants, paintings, trinkets from places you had lived across the States. Flowers. A frame with dried jasmine petals.
And then it hit you.
“Oh no…”
You handed the bottle to the man in devil clothes and went outside, your eyes tearing up when you saw the petals scattered all over the floor, right next to the gate. You put a hand over your mouth, hyperventilating to the sight.
“Oh, Matt, I am so sorry”, you gasped while sitting on the small staircase at the porch of the house. The palm of your hands cupped your cheeks at the same time your fingers were buried into your hair.
“Is there anything wrong?”
For a second, you’d forgotten about the man you had just invited in, who sat by your side on the stairs with the bottle in hands. With the corner of your eye, you saw his pointy ears and red shades. How could he even see with such tiny lenses?
“I guess you have a lot of better places to be than here, listening to my misery”, you said and hid your face between your knees.
“I can listen to you until I finish this water bottle”, he offered.
You took a deep breath. For some reason, your heart pounded on the thought of talking to him, moreover opening up like you were just about to.
“So… There’s someone who’s really special to me. You’ve heard his name, it’s Matt.” You shrugged. “And, I guess you know I own a flower shop, right?”, he nodded. “Right. This person asked specifically for a kind of flower, and I needed to order it so I could make an arrangement for him. That one”, you pointed. “It’s all over the ground now.”
A crackle preceded your nasalized voice as you kept on explaining:
“Jasmines are… Special to me. See, my mother loved flowers, and she died just a little after my father. Cancer, you know. And, by her hospital bed, there were jasmines. I stayed by her side all the time until the day she passed, feeling their perfume over the room. Time goes by weirdly when you lose someone you love. You must know that.”
The man nodded. By the small portion of his face you could actually see, his expression looked sad. You felt a strange sensation of seeing these lips take a turn down in an oddly, familiar way, but ignored it since the water inside his bottle was practically finished.
“When I came home, to… This house”, you pointed. “I had absolutely no idea of what to do with my life without them. Without my parents. And I stared at the flower paintings and the furniture covered in cloth feeling this urge to cry, until…”
You took a deep breath.
“I felt a sweet smell of jasmine coming from the window. It was like… Like my mother spoke to me. It gave me inspiration to open up a flower shop”, you blurted with your forehead pressed against your palm. Your cheeks and legs trembled by remembering those moments and open heartedly sharing them with an unknown person. Technically, he wasn’t an unknown, but an acquaintance who saved your life twice. Still weird.
“Matt and I usually talked about flower’s symbolism, and jasmines literally mean “gift from God”. The first time he asked for flowers that would fit his home, I gave him jasmines mainly because of this personal connection. Like meeting him and seeing my job make most of the people happy is truly a gift from God. And now… They are all over there, scattered on the floor”, you lamented. “Just when I thought of telling him all of this, it happened.”
“Hey”, he called out.
“Yes?”, your voice sounded muffled.
“I finished my water bottle.”
“Alright…”, you sighed. “Thanks for listening. It felt reassuring to say this out loud for the first time.”
The man in devil clothes stood up on his two feet, walking a few steps forward, and suddenly stopped. From the place you were, you couldn’t see his face anymore, however, from the street lights, it was possible to see a faint smile appear on his lips, the sensation of acquaintanceship once again returning to your surprised eyes and red cheeks, unable to process enough to say anything because he did it first:
“Thanks for trusting me.”
His tone was extremely low, like an octave lower than his voice would actually be. Hoarse. He looked like a step away from leaving, but, before that, continued:
“I am pretty sure this Matt you talk about will not be disappointed with his flower order, even having already paid for it. In fact, I guess he will be extremely grateful if you tell him your story, and that you actually like him”, a quick break. Daredevil did not look at you, seemingly in an intentional way. “He would probably stop pretending and reveal he has feelings for you as well.”
You swallowed those words. Hard. You covered your eyes with hands like a shell, and only the thin lines of your palms were visible. A deep breath left your lips. The man said such nice things, even took his time to listen. There were a few off stuff, but a single one caught your attention. Just one. Just the one you took all your strength to deliver:
“I never mentioned Matt had already paid for the flowers-”
Yet, he had left, becoming one with the sky. You sighed before kneeling to take the jasmine petals from the floor. Maybe you could still do something with them.
Meanwhile, your mind was somewhere else: on the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. On the invitation you so boldly did, on his acceptance, his final words after you told him an important part of your life. Also, the red eyes on his mask. They’re so tiny, could he actually see through them?
heyy guys, what's up? I know it's been a while, and I wanted to post a lot more fics before that buuut I'm on vacation!
I'll take a few days as a break to keep my mental health and, since I needed to finish a lot of tasks before said break, I wasn't able to finish most of my stories. I am so sorry about that, but it won't be for long, just for a couple of weeks before I come back :)
I'll probably add the fourth chapter of Have a Flowery Day right now while the fifth and last chapter will be posted by the ending of march/beginning of april. Also, I have brand new reader inserts that will be posted soon, and by that same time I will open my request box once again.
Stay well and healthy, hope to see you again soon!
I decided to make another two-part drabble game because the last one was a lot of fun to make and write.
Pick a character, a situation, and a sentence, and I’ll make a drabble out of it.
Situations:
1 - Roommates AU
2 - Stuck indoors on a rainy day
3 - The aftermath of a bad fight
4 - At a bar
5 - Home after the hospital
6 - In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy
7 - The anniversary of something
8 - After working for six hours straight
9 - Settling in for a cozy night together
10 - After a near-death experience
11 - Soulmates AU
12 - Finally home after a hard day
13 - Someone does something stupid
14 - Stuck together for a long period of time
15 - Someone is jealous/hurt
16 - After their first date
17 - One is recovering from a wound/illness
18 - Someone’s birthday
19 - Comforting the other
20 - Both are drunk and happy
21 - Spending a holiday together
22 - Jealous
23 - Miserable/in a bad mood
24 - Right before a passionate/first kiss
25 - Being somewhere you’re not supposed to be
26 - A very cheesy date
27 - Seeing each other for the first time in a while
28 - Love confession
29 - Breaking up
30 - One person is scolding the other
31 - Lost in the middle of nowhere
32 - Date night gone wrong
Sentences:
1 - “You didn’t have to scare me like that.”
2 - “I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.”
3 - “I can’t believe you, sometimes.”
4 - “A cup of coffee would be nice.”
5 - “You’re one of the most important things in my life.”
6 - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.”
7 - “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”
8 - “You’re lucky you’re cute, because your taste in music is awful.”
9 - “I wish I never met you.”
10 - “No, I love you too much to let you walk away like this.”
11 - “Need some help?”
12 - “If you’re so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time…”
13 - “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
14 - “Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change.”
15 - “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”
16 - “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.”
17 - “I like spending time with you.”
18 - “I promise I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. You’re not alone anymore.”
19 - “What? No, I never said that…”
20 - “Don’t tell me what to do.”
21 - “They’re wrong about you.”
22 - “I can make you some tea or something? Read you a story. Lie down in bed.”
23 - “Hey, at least the stars are beautiful tonight, right?”
24 - “I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.”
25 - “You don’t have to do that. Really.”
26 - “We should go out more often. You’ve been so busy lately. It’s like we never have fun anymore.”
27 - “Sorry. You’re just…really adorable.”
28 - “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”
29 - “You’re not nearly as smart as you think you are.”
30 - “You smell nice.”
31 - “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
32 - “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
33 - “It’s too hot.”
34 - “It’s 2am. Go back to sleep.”
35 - “You wanna bet?”
36 - “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
37 - “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”
38 - “You just feel really good. Soft and warm…”
39 - “I don’t want to leave you just yet. It wouldn’t feel right.”
40 - “It’s just hard for me to forgive you after everything that’s happened.”
Have a Flowery Day! [Matt Murdock x F!Reader] - Chapter III
Chapter summary: Reader shows her kindness to Matt, and he tries to show it back to her by holding her hand when she needed the most and saving her place as a masked vigilant by night.
Number of chapters: 5
Warnings: slow burn, mentions of cancer, mentions of assault, mentions of robbery, spoiler free.
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Hello again! I hope you all doing alright :) another weekend, another chapter with a few notes: first, this fic will now be five chapters long, which will be posted until March 10th; after this, as well as another reader insert Matt Murdock oneshot, I'll take a short vacation until the end of the month, just to be back again with even more fanfiction. Second, my brother @areiko did the beta reading for this chapter, however I took the freedom to add a few more things and so this is kind of self-beta'd. If you find any mistakes, please let me know. Enjoy :)
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iii. forget-me-nots
forget-me-nots: means remembrance, true love, real connections and growing affection between two people.
The following morning, you yawned on the counter, taking a sip on a coffee you had bought before opening the store at the same time your fingers lazily slipped through the pages of a gardening magazine. Matt appeared not too much after with a smile on his face and wearing a beautiful, black suit while his suitcase pended over his shoulder. You could see the same pamphlets you gave him the day before through a small opening on the zipper.
“Good morning!” he cheerily greeted.
“Good morning, Matt”, you said after another yawn. “Did you like the flowers I chose for you yesterday?”
“Really good choice of flowers. I’m sure it added a lot to the decoration.”
“Was the perfume way too sweet? Did it make you feel ill?”
Matt shook his head, letting his inferior lip overlap the upper one.
“No, the aroma was genuinely nice.”
You sighed in relief, since it was a fragment of worry which arose on your head the night before. Jasmines had a notorious smell that you only thought about after you got home. However, if he liked it – and did not appear at all to be lying –, it was good to know it was the right choice. A warm sensation appeared in your chest as you took a deep breath to say:
“I have something for you.”
The cause of your drowsiness. What you spent a part of the night studying to do perfectly. The reason why you asked Matt to come by that specific morning. From the counter, you pulled a pamphlet that had a rugged surface and gave it to him.
“Is… Is this in braille? Did you search for a graphic?” Matt asked while passing his fingertips over the handout which signaled the name of the shop, working hours and telephone in small bumps over the paper.
“Nope, I just researched on the internet, and used a small screw to do the job. It took me a few tries, a few ripped papers…” and a few hours of sleep, you mentally added while suppressing a yawn. “My only wish is that you can read it without any difficulties.”
Matt remained silent for a few seconds after that, a small frown in the middle of his eyebrows at the same time his lips barely opened. He hesitated before finally saying:
“This is probably one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me”, he said it out loud. “It’s perfect. Thanks for taking your time to do this.”
“Sure. I mean… When you said you wanted pamphlets for your seeing friends, it made me think why I didn’t have anything to offer you. Hell, I even know the basics of American Sign Language. In that way, you have my contact info literally at the tip of your fingers'', you laughed. “Feel free to call me whenever you want an arrangement, or just to talk”, your cheeks went from its normal skin tone to a hue of reddish as you completed your sentence: “… there is my cell phone number there, too.”
Even the lawyer seemed a bit out of place, surprised.
“There is also a cup of coffee I got from the cafeteria down the street to bright up your day.”
You handled him the liquid inside a cup with a lid, making him lift his face just when his fingers hugged the cup.
“Do you do this for every customer, or am I special?”, he laughed. Although it was a joke, there was a hint of honesty to his words.
“My first customer deserves the best treatment!”
You smiled at him while getting out of the counter to open the door for him. Your heartbeat was exceptionally loud, and you felt a knot on your stomach just like a wrapped present, as if a lot of butterflies flapped their beautiful wings all around your abdomen and torso. Matt beamed at you after putting away the paper on a different place of his bag, one which probably wouldn’t crumple it and you knew he was about to say something but the store’s phone immediately rang.
“Sorry, I need to get that.”
“Sure. Thank you” he smiled while leaving the store, at the same time you answered the call with a cheerful “yes?”
Matt opened his cane, adjusting the work bag before taking a few steps to slowly walk away from the flower shop. He took his time, and, even after going almost a block forward, he was still able to hear your voice. A delicate voice slowly fading and becoming… definitively sadder. Matt did not think twice before turning around and returning to the flower shop with the cane tapping in front of him, just to find you outside, a serene heartbeat filling his ears.
“Hey, I forgot to mention that I may need…” he started, just to pretend he had business with the store, until it was possible to hear a small sob. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah” you cleared your nose. “Not quite. I am going to do a floral arrangement for a wake.”
A moment of silence. You drained the sweat off your hands by pressing them on the apron, and sit down on the step leading to the flower shop. Matt retracted his cane and sat by your side, gently placing his hand over yours, making your heart jump inside your chest.
“It’s your first wake?”
You whispered that yes, it was, although it wasn’t exactly the first one, counting the wakes of both your parents.
“Care if I stayed here with you for a little while?”
Internally, you wanted to scream for him to stay. But you only squeezed his hand and, with the other arm, pulled a tiny blue flower from the counter, putting inside Matt’s coat jacket.
“This is a forget-me-not.”
“Cute name”, he laughed. “Any particular reason for it to be called like that?”
“Will you find it funny if I say it is Greek Mythology?”, you laughed as well. “I have searched for this flower online and they said it was Zeus trying to name all the flowers until a tiny little one yell, ‘forget-me-not!’, and it was catchy.”
The man chuckled and you went on:
“I really think… We all have a legacy. Something we are remembered for. And I will always remember your kindness, mister Matt Murdock.”
He went silent for a few seconds before saying:
“You said you had nothing to give me, but you gave me your kindness first. This might be the greatest treasure you could ever give someone, flower girl.”
Matt’s smile seemed to shine brighter, and the warmth of his hand left your heart at peace.
~.~
There were never enough flowers.
For Matt Murdock, at least. Soon he began to buy more flowers for the office. For his and Foggy’s workstations. Even a plant for the kitchen. To give as a present for people he loved on special occasions. To order flowerbeds in their office’s building and by his apartment’s window – which he took an absurd amount of caution not to step on after going home each night as Daredevil –, situations that led Karen and Foggy to scold him, saying:
“For God’s sake, just ask her out on a date!”
At the same time, business was blossoming, and not just as a funny pun. Warm spring days gave room to hot summer weeks where the sweat drops would fall from your temples all day long while you tendered the flowers for people interested in buying them. Matt was your first and most trustworthy client, coming by almost every day just to chat when he didn’t have anything to buy and, on days with court sessions, which the lawyer went directly to the Courthouse, he would often call to see how you were doing. Those calls sometimes happened at night, when you stayed up late to finish wedding decorations back on your house-slash-atelier, after closing up the shop, while the leaves outside slowly turned to brown, indicating a new season was coming. Matt was the person who would tell everybody about your beautiful flowers. Matt was the reason for your random giggles, for the inspiration for floral arrangements every single day.
One particular autumn night, where you stayed until later at the shop, as you closed the door to get home, you felt something pressing on your back. Hard. Cold. You did not know how it felt to be a gun pressed against your back until now. The feeling was… Terrifying.
“Give us the money and we won’t hurt you.”
His voice was frightening, making you shudder from tip to toe. Your hands just wouldn’t stop shaking for the whole blur that the next few seconds were. Opening the door. Walking to the counter. Getting the money. And, suddenly, a red fog appeared, knocking one man down, at the same time a big cane flew through the air to hit the other one in the head.
“Daredevil”, you whispered.
A shadow of a man appeared, wearing a red suit with pointy devil ears over the doorstep. With the two men on the ground, you took the phone to dial the police.
“Are you alright?”
His voice sounded low, and, for a second, you thought he put his body over the table in a familiar way.
“Yes, I am. Thank yo-”
Before you could finish the sentence, however, he had disappeared into the night.
~.~
The following morning, after the cops said you could use the place again and you got a minimum of sleep to face customers during the day, Matt rushed in while putting his hands over both your elbows.
“What happened last night?”, he asked. “Did you get hurt?”
“No, I didn’t, but… how did you know something happened?”
“It’s all over the news, I heard it this morning…”
You looked over the counter, in the direction of an open newspaper. There was no mention of the attempted robbery whatsoever.
“… From a friend who used to work at the newspaper”, he smiled, like he knew you had the news with you. “I’m just glad you are okay.”
You smiled towards him while thanking for the worry, however, reassuring you were alright, while taking a package of flowers and putting them in front of your face, a small gap so you could see Matt in front of you. The morning was exceptionally calm, so you could chat a little more.
“Do you want me to walk you home tonight?”, he offered.
The suggestion was quite irresistible, but you gently declined:
“Thank you, but I’ll be alright. I will probably close up earlier today”, you said with a deep sigh coming straight from your lungs. “I really need to get some sleep…”
Matt looked somewhat sad for a fraction of an instant, since a bitter shadow crossed his face when his lip dropped a bit, quickly returning to a neutral expression.
“Can I ask you a favor?”, his voice cracked a little bit.
“As many as you’d like”, you answered while tendering for some roses over the counter.
“I really miss those jasmines you gave me. The flowerbeds and violets look good, according to my friends, but I miss their sweet smell”, the corner of his mouth went up a little bit. “Could you make a new arrangement for me?”
“Of course!”, the answer came out just as soon as he finished the phrase. “Give me a few of days.”
“Great, thanks”, he smiled. “I have to go now… Stay safe.”
He dropped his body over the counter, removing a few roses from his way so he could get to your hands, and the same feeling of déjà vu you had the night before returned to your sight. Matt gently let go instants after, almost like he noticed something wrong, and just smiled before going away.
Could it be that he was the man who saved you last night?
Summary: When Matt starts to say a lot of “don’t”s for Karen in their daily life, she might think there is something wrong about her rather than something different about them.
Word count: 3k+
Warnings: mentions to pregnancy symptoms; mentions to previous drug abuse; mentions to sickness; few mentions to alcohol; Daredevil season 3 spoilers. The drug abuse is only implied but minors dni, please.
Content: fluff & angst; happy ending; pregnant protagonist; pet names; small comic book reference.
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Based on this prompt, by @esther-likes-evermore (thank you so much for letting me use it!):
tI took a small freedom to put some angst, but the fluffiness prevails! I'm not sure this is exactly what you asked for (and I'm sorry) BUT I do hope you enjoy it. A huge shoutout to my best friend and beta-reader @areiko who helped me quite a lot <3 and if anyone wants to read something different, Karedevil or reader insert, you can ask me on my ask box! It would be my pleasure to take a request :)
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“You should absolutely not be drinking tonight.”
Josie’s Bar, one random hot evening after work. Karen Page’s collar was completely wet due to insistent sweat dropping from the back of her neck, and not even the tied up strands of hair were enough to diminish the boiling temperature of her body. A cold beer was everything she needed, everything she thought about most part of the day, shifting from a feeble fan back at the office to an even weaker one at the bar, whose blades moved so slowly it was almost impossible to feel the wind.
That said, Karen’s eyes went wide as she slowly moved her face from the table to Matt’s face, giving a silent opportunity for him to withdraw those words, however, his expression continued placid, a smile from the corner of his lips glued to his face.
“You threw up just yesterday, dear”, Matt said.
“Save your pity for the weak!” Karen laughed out loud. “I am sure it was because of the hot weather. Maybe some rotten food, I don’t know… but certainly nothing that can take that cold beer away from my imagination.”
She moved her hands towards her face, and, soon after, Foggy gently put his palm on her back.
“Hey, maybe she will even feel better after that beer”, he said in an attempt to light up the mood. “It’s the hottest summer New York has had in what, fifty years? It surprises me how you are holding up so well, Matt. Most of us, mere humans, are not.”
“I’ll leave you gentlemen right here and take a trip to the bathroom…” Karen shifted her eyes from one man to the other, adding: “Not because anything is wrong, just to get that out of the way”, she left her place and tapped on the desk, “Josie, can you get me a cold, cold beer, please?”
Just as soon as the woman went down the corridor, Matt pushed his body on the counter, grabbing the bartender’s attention and asking:
“Could you please switch to the non-alcoholic version? Thank you.”
Josie’s face almost turned into a question mark of sorts, from frowned eyebrows and a semi-open mouth by the end of her face’s curb, but she did not ask anything about it. She even poured the drink into a big glass and took out the non-alcoholic version from sight; although Matt couldn’t see it, he could hear the thud of a bottle, the tingling of the long neck on another recipient, the pouring of the beer and another thud from the bottle being hid. He smiled once again to show his gratitude, making a small nod with his head, while Foggy came closer and asked:
“I know you are the loving husband, but what’s with all that?”
Matt took a small breath, making sure he couldn’t hear Karen’s steps returning, taking a small sip of his own beer before lowering the tone to say:
“I have a few reasons to think Karen is pregnant.”
The sound of a small child yelling “Uncle Foggy!” and jumping into his arms made Foggy open his mouth in surprise before beaming in excitement and hugging his best friend. He would be an uncle; Matt tapped his back, more than listening to his heart, feeling the jolly, thrilled pulse against his shirt.
“Dude! I don’t know what to say about this” Foggy’s voice sounded loud at the same time he let go of the hug, and Matt did a quick sign for him to lower the tone. “You should tell her that. Like, right now.”
“Oh yes, I am surely going to tell she’s expecting our first child in the middle of a chaotic bar with drunk people all over the place- Foggy, please”, he giggled. “Moreover, I am not sure yet.”
“Oh, sorry, I got carried away”, Foggy answered while he, himself, looked around his shoulders to make sure Karen wasn’t around so he could continue: “But what makes you suspect that she is pregnant?”
“Karen… has been waking up sick in the morning for a few days now, usually going to the bathroom while she thinks I am still asleep. Also, I think she is running late this month, although she did not mention anything yet.”
Matt made a quick pause, filling his lungs with air. Foggy would surely think the next bit of information was weird, so he chose his words carefully:
“I heard something odd today as well.”
“How odd?”
“Like her heart was beating twice.”
Foggy exhaled the air from his cheeks with a long “oh”, putting his arm around Matt’s shoulders.
“Do you think it is…”
“I do not know that yet”, he didn’t allow his friend to finish. “But I will figure it out soon enough.”
Foggy looked again to see Karen not returning yet, which raised his worries, however, he could see Matt was somewhat calm – as much as the situation allowed him to be – and, if he could still sense his wife well by the bathroom, Foggy shouldn’t be concerned at all.
“And why don’t you talk to Karen?”
“I don’t want to scare her right now. We should just… Take our time, I think. If she really is pregnant, it will be something new for us both, but mainly for her. So waiting for the right time is the best thing to do.”
Soon, the previously empty place became crowded since night was covering the sky, and they both knew the conversation needed to end.
“Promise me you’ll help me take care of her?” Matt whispered, loud enough so his friend and co-worker would be able to hear.
Foggy put his own beer over the counter and held him, pressing his fingertips on his back muscles in a fraternal way.
“You two… Maybe three” he laughed “are part of my family. Of course I will take care of her.”
Meanwhile, Karen held the bathroom sink like dear life, trying her best not to vomit and having Matt knock on the door to ask if she was alright. Filling her palms with water, she threw it on her face, the burning feeling of nausea going up and down her stomach, stopping by her throat as a knot tying her air passage to the extent she needed to catch her breath a few times.
She could not be sick. Not when things were doing so well.
~.~
“Step away from the window, honey, please.”
Murdock-Page residence, probably a couple days later, a lazy Sunday morning in which Matt was getting ready to go to Mass. Karen’s breath quickly became way too fast before she took a few steps away, her hand, holding the window, being the last one to let go. Not only was she particularly light-headed that day, it also was Sunday and everybody decided to cook home meals to spend a little more time with their family – and, if the smell of shrimp and dubious pasta was affecting Matt’s sensitive nose, he could only imagine how it would affect Karen’s.
“You were dizzy this morning, right?”
His confirmation words filled in the void, but to no answer. Karen gently placed her hands on his chest, shaky fingers biding his tie with a deep sigh. That place, that apartment, held so many memories of themselves, from the day they’ve met to their own married life, connecting to the moment Karen decided to finally tell her husband the whole truth about her past; the addiction, the family problems, all things he listened comprehensively at the same time he caressed her hair.
Amidst the thoughts rushing through her head, Matt attempted to speak once again:
“Look, I just want to help…”
“I am not sick, alright?”, Karen answered sharply. “I am completely fine; it’s probably the damn weather. But thank you” she added to seem a little less stupid.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”, he questioned in a gentle manner.
“Oh, no, please don’t miss Mass because of me.”
“You know I would rather be with you in a heartbeat.”
Matt took a step closer and hugged his lovely wife, trying to make sense of the sound. An insistent pulse like a heart, as if her heart had gotten bigger, beating twice, once normal and a small, almost imperceptible follow up to the first. The excessive noise from the city did not help him… at all.
“I know, but I don’t want you to miss something you like just for me. Okay?” Karen held his face and kissed his lips softly at the same time her thumb caressed his cheek tenderly. Matt gently brushed his mouth with hers, the warmness emanating from her skin touching him like a hug on a cold day.
“I don’t want to leave you…” said Matt in a cottony voice, making Karen laugh. “If you feel sick, promise you will call me?”
Karen internally wanted to yell, afraid of what could be leaving her like that. Afraid of making Matt worry even more. She breathed to be able to respond without letting him know about her fears:
“I am fine. Now go, you’ll be late.”
“Don’t you want to come with me?”
“No, thanks. Love you!” she shouted while he took his own coat from the coat rack and opened his cane.
“Love you too, however” Matt made a quick pause “when you go to hell, Karen Murdock Page, I won’t be able to help you, even being the devil.”
He shut the door behind him while laughing and she took a few minutes on both feet, walking through the apartment, before laying on the sofa and letting all the dizziness she had been hiding swallow her body.
Was there something wrong with her?
~.~
“Please, don’t lift that box, it’s too heavy!”
Nelson, Murdock & Page, a weekday afternoon. Matt had left to make a few errands out in town, and both Karen and Foggy were alone. Karen tried to move a box full of papers but, as soon as Foggy saw her, he immediately said she should stay put, which led her to glare at him ready to announce, once again, that she was fine, yet being stopped by the dizziness and sudden sleepiness making her eyes hazy just after moving her head.
“Are you alright?”, Foggy held her arms.
“Yes, yes I… Maybe not”, she grasped, feeling her stomach roll once again. Did she even eat before leaving for work?
“Karen, can you tell me what is going on?”, she held onto the wall, listening to Foggy’s worried voice. “Both Matt and myself are really worried about you, you know…”
“Did Matt tell you why he thinks I am sick?”
Karen’s eyes looked like daggers, however, in the depth of her voice, there was a weak cry for help. Something that made her terrified. Foggy stuttered a few words before she asked again:
“Did he?”
“Ye- I mean, no” he replied, “Matt didn’t tell me anything.”
Foggy was willing to tell her about the thoughts on pregnancy that Matt had; on the other hand, although he did not have the same abilities his dearest friend had, it was possible to notice that something was different about her. Something she was reluctant to talk about. They probably had not talked to each other about that yet, or Matt would certainly tell them to celebrate together.
“He just asked me to keep an eye on you”, Foggy continued.
A shiver ran down Karen’s spine as she became more likely aware of the roots from where these new symptoms emerged. Her drug abuse. And she made Matt worryabout her, even Foggy, with her strange behavior and constant symptoms of some unknown sickness. Her vision became blurred and she said, in a whisper:
“Can I go home for today?”
“You absolutely should”, Foggy held her arm and helped her to stand up. “The office is an extension of your house, you know that, right?”
He had a compassionate smile alongside the words, which made Karen’s heart a little bit lighter as she grabbed her things to go home. The next few minutes were a complete blur of people coming and going, the flow, craziness of tourists, angry citizens and everything shiny and bright that made the place feel like home. Her new home was so different from the peaceful place she came from, about four hours away from probably the busiest place in the world.
And it honestly felt nice.
~.~
When Karen looked at her pulses, she sometimes still could see it.
The stings on her skin from drug abuse.
A far-off remark of the past, gone after blinking once or twice, just like a nightmare. She sometimes grabbed Matt’s hand and squeezed it in a way to forget about it more quickly, keeping an uneasy mind on the present. On the family she had now.
She also faintly remembered the feeling of being high. Of being on the edge of life and death at the same time, a thin line between pleasure and demise which she had crossed way too many times, taking a loved person with her the last time she did it, making her sure she shouldn’t, wouldn’t, do it again. She couldn’t risk Matt’s life or safety.
The click on the front door came as soon as Karen looked at herself in the mirror; bags under her eyes and an even paler tone to the sand-white skin highlighted under the dim light of the bathroom reflected that something was odd. Something she needed to resolve about soon. She took a deep breath while silently leaving to the main room, listening to Matt’s voice calling out to her:
“Babe?”
He dropped his cane – which was absurdly rare for Matt to do when he wasn’t being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, running around to save other people – and ran towards her, throwing his arms around her shoulders and sighing in relief.
“Hey, hey” he called out. “Is everything okay? Foggy said you needed to leave.”
“Yeah, but… Matt, we need to talk.”
Her voice echoed through the apartment’s walls, and Matt frowned his brow above the familiar red glasses, a silent way to say that yes, they should talk about whatever was wrong about her. Karen took a deep breath before saying, slowly:
“I have a few reasons to think I’m sick”, she closed her eyes and opened them twice. “I’ve been feeling down for a few days now, and…”
Suddenly, her husband took a step ahead. He suddenly, and regrettably – because he loved hearing her in any situation – shut off the whole world so he could feel her. His fingertips slowly found their way to Karen’s stomach, a tangible shiver making its way through his hand while Matt gently went down and touched right under her belly button. In his ears, there was only a heartbeat. Her heartbeat. An anxious
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.
Ba-thump.
And then, he listened.
The small heartbeat following hers was, indeed, another heartbeat.
She was pregnant. His wife was pregnant.
“Darling”, his tears came along a smile, interrupting her speech about how she was afraid of being sick, and scared with the possibility of him being sick as well. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“What do you- Are you crying?”
For a few seconds, Matt could not say anything, because a knot on his throat stopped him from doing so; all the emotion, the happiness of finally noticing her pregnancy before she even knew about it. His face was completely wet as he gently cupped her cheeks with both hands.
“Karen, you are pregnant.”
Pregnant. This single word, which came out as a whisper, crossed her heart in a way she never thought about. It suddenly hit her; the nausea, her running late, overwhelming tiredness. She opened her mouth in surprise while Matt touched his forehead with hers, a giggle turning to a laugh and to a beam just after.
“But, but that’s… I’m not sick?” Karen tried to say while tears fell from her eyes “How do you know?”
“I can hear him, darling, I can hear the baby’s heart”, he caressed her face, an emotional tone from the overwhelming feelings giving his voice a nasal touch “it’s so small, just a little thud. I’ve been trying to hear it since last week… We need to take a few exams, just to be sure, but…” More tears streamed from his eyes, amidst a radiant smile “Oh, I love you so much!”
Karen shook her head slowly, the tip of her nose shadowing a smile while she organized her own thoughts. Past, present and future became one in her blurry mind, however, she only focused on Matt’s lips for a little while, on the happiness he felt shown by his never tiring smile, and the piece of life growing in her womb. They were even more of a family now. Her husband passed his arms around her waist and spun her around the living room, much to Karen’s fright:
“Matt- Matt, be careful, I…” it felt weird to scold inside his own place, especially since his glee was contagious, so she just let the feelings show until taking the courage to grab his face and say: “I love you too, my little devil.”
She dived in and kissed his lips slowly, feeling a hint of salt from the tears which made her smirk at the same time their mouths touched. Karen’s hand gently caressed the back of Matt’s head, while his fingers, once again, touched her belly. There was an abnormal warmness on her skin, perceived even over the fabric of the dress, as the heartbeats became even clearer to his ears, the soft thump between his wife excited heartbeat. Matt could not wait to feel Karen’s belly growing, to feel the warmth of their child when they were born, to hug them and hear them laugh. His wife’s kiss embraced all those feelings at the same time, her sweet lips who tasted sweet like dreams coming true.
They had a lot to talk about – about going out as Daredevil during her pregnancy, where they would put the baby’s crib inside the apartment (should they even move?) – but words, at that moment, were not necessary. Not when you had love and affection so touchable around them. Those led on to a few moments of completely silence, broken by Karen sometime later:
“So you did tell Foggy about the pregnancy”, she said with a laugh.
“Yeah, last week on Josie’s. Also, I asked for her to switch to a non-alcoholic beverage.”
Karen’s eyes went wide.
“You little…”, she jokingly punched Matt, who said an “ouch” in a pitiful tenor.
“But I was right about the pregnancy. Which means we need to let Foggy know, now that’s for sure.”
“Yes”, Karen smiled. “We should all go out and celebrate!”
A sudden realization came to her, leading to Karen slap her own forehead in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?”, Matt asked while getting her a coat next to the door.
“Now that I’m officially pregnant, you are going to make a giant list of ‘don’ts’ for me to follow, aren’t you?”
A heartfelt laugh echoed through the walls as Matt, holding a cardigan for Karen on one arm, used his opposite hand to caress her forearm and slip his thumb through her palm so they could intertwine their fingers.
“Honey, you don’t date the one and only Daredevil just for show. The list of don’ts will be a lot bigger than the list of chores you are allowed to do. I will probably ask Foggy to come once a day to help me out, before and after the baby is born…”
Hell’s Kitchen, the most important day of their lives until now. A newlywed couple who came from broken homes was now prone to make the happiest family possible inside their home.
heyy so I got sick for a couple days (after the exam, thankfully) so that's why I haven't answered your comments yet! so sorry about that, soon I'll answer each and every one. thank you all!
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Have a Flowery Day! [Matt Murdock x F!Reader] - Chapter II
Chapter summary: Matt Murdock goes once again to the flower shop to thank reader for the flowers, and she decides on what she could sell him to make his house more beautiful and aromatic.
Number of chapters: 5
Warnings: slow burn, mentions of cancer, mentions of assault, mentions of robbery, spoiler free.
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hello once again! I know I am kind of late, but decided by the last hour to post today so I could actually get a break from studying. You see, I have an important exam tomorrow :) sorry I could not reply to anyone here yet but I thank all the comments, likes, reblogs and follows from the bottom of my heart! And many thanks to my beta @areiko, I've put on some different things after he read it, so let me know if there are any mistakes! Also maybe this fic will be five chapters long instead of four? Not sure yet. Enjoy your reading!
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ii. daisies
daisies: mean purity, beauty, friendship and new beginnings.
Not a single person stopped by Nelson & Murdock that day without leaving a compliment to the flowers.
Not any.
The stalk covered in white flowers was firmly tied to a stem, so the blossomed open petals and soon to be buds were both hanging just a few inches away from the root, suspended in the air almost face to face with the chair Karen had in front of her desk to welcome their clients. From time to time, Matt Murdock went to her place with any excuse he could possibly think of, just to have a chance to smell the aromatic scent from the orchids. Since his nose was somewhat sensitive, the fragrance was far more distinct for him than for anyone else. It was also a great opportunity to let his thoughts travel back to his encounter with a lovely girl from the flower shop, whose heartbeats anxiously sounding like a drum made Matt wish it was already 5pm so he could meet her again.
And, by the end of the day, you were exhausted from handing pamphlets to everyone. Sure, there were some nice people, who entered the store and asked prices of arrangements so they could gift their friends or family, while others did not pay any attention. Someone rushed in asking for a rose so they could give their girlfriend for her birthday. The flow of people, in and out the business, made your heart flutter; although not so lucrative, it was enough for a first day. And, of course, your thoughts were far from there, since the charming young man who stopped by that morning did not leave your head.
A small smile showed on your lips while you absent-mindedly handled some flowers, and, as if summoned, a familiar voice echoed throughout the shop:
“Care to give me the best flower you have for my house's decoration?”
The smile grew between your cheeks, while your cheekbones definitively acquired a strong hue of red, noticeable by the hotness over your skin.
“So, did anyone like the flowers?”, you hopefully asked while turning to face him on the doorstep.
“Literally everyone who came to the office today complimented the orchids.”
Matt entered the store, closing the door behind him while placing his hand over the counter, succeeded by a gentle noise of a bell ringing to let you know you were not alone. Even if nobody appreciated the flowers – which was impossible – he would come again.
“I’m glad to know!”, you rubbed your hands on the apron. “Really interested in some flowers, aren’t you?”
A soft laugh escaped your lips, and your heart beat faster when you got closer to Matt. The only thing you did not notice was that his heart also skipped a beat as soon as he felt your amazing perfume amidst the flowers.
“Of course I am! Also, I’d like to take a few pamphlets for my seeing friends, if you have some to spare.”
You bit your lip while looking at the few flyers over the counter.
“I do… But the catchphrase is kind of dumb. I’m afraid they’ll dislike it.”
He frowned.
“What is the catchphrase?”
You gathered a lot of courage to say it aloud for the first time that day:
“Flowers can also bloom in Hell”, you blurted. A few seconds of silence went by. “It’s dumb, I know.”
“It’s not… dumb”, Matt answered. "I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? Considering it is Persephone and this is Hell’s Kitchen. It’s charming”
Your mouth turned into a thin line of upper and down lips squeezed before a nice smile showed underneath your nose.
“Thank you, Matt.”
You started to move around and see what beautiful flowers you had for the day. Some roses would be nice, but not quite the atmosphere of what you’d imagine for Matt’s apartment, as well as the fact you needed something that did not require a lot of work, since he had a job which kept him busy the whole day. A few ideas started to show inside your head, and you asked:
“Do you have any preferences? If you’d like, I can bring you over here and you can decide on something.”
He drummed on the counter, a mischievous grim appearing over his lips:
“Surprise me.”
The freedom to arrange flowers. That was one of your favorite sensations in the world, where you could put an extra dose of heart on the decisions you made. But, before anything else, something had to be clarified.
“Would you like something aromatic for your house?”, you questioned. “Some daisies would be nice.”
“I like daisies… Isn’t there something related to daisies being about death on the Greek mythology?”
“It’s Celtic, actually”, you corrected. “They said, when kids died, the Gods would spread daisies to help the grief of their parents.”
“That’s so sad”, Matt mourned “they do have a nice smell, and are sweet to the touch.”
“Be careful while touching flowers, alright?”, your eyes moved from the daisies to another type of flower as you continued: “they dislike the hot body temperature. I mean, you can touch and talk to them, I highly recommend doing the second one a lot, however, be careful.”
“You talk to your flowers?” he seemed surprised.
“Every single day.”
From the back of the shop, since it was quite cramped, it was possible to hear a giggle and Matt’s voice murmuring “how cute”, which made your pulse erratic, and, for a short minute, you forgot all the memories attached to the flowers whose stalks you just held.
Fast hands started working on an arrangement in a small plastic full of water at the bottom. Some white jasmines and a few green branches were soon over the counter, a small sensation of satisfaction emerging from your chest as you gave it to him. It was beautiful, but easy for him to manage with just one hand.
“I actually decided on some jasmines…”, your voice suddenly came to a halt as you felt your throat go immediately dry. Still was a difficult topic for you to talk about, and, although Matt kept quiet, he noticed your voice crackle. “I’ll give you the daisies next time”, you changed the subject.
He laughed. A tender, beautiful laugh.
“You can put them inside a vase, or just leave them on this plastic, it would just be nice to change the water like, once in two days. Do you live nearby?”, you asked. “I can help you take it home.”
“Once again, I thank you for your kindness”, he said. “But I can handle it just fine. If you, perhaps, have a paper bag that doesn’t destroy its petals, I’d be grateful.”
“Sure”, you took one from under the counter and put the flowers inside, as well as some pamphlets. “The flyers you asked are here, too.”
“Amazing, thank you.”
When you opened the cashier, after saying the price for the arrangement with a bit of discount and receiving the payment, you noticed the extra money he’d given earlier waiting to be returned.
“Oh, right. You gave me some extra money earlier. Here is your change and the extra from before.”
“Keep it”, he gently pressed your hands. And feeling the warmness of his palm over your fingers suddenly made a shiver run through your whole body, among other things such as your voice stuttering, you having to moisturize your dry lips with the tip of the tongue and a few heavy breaths. “It’s not much, but it’s a way for me to support your business.”
“Thank you”, you whispered. He made his way to leave before you called out his name again.
“Yes?”, Matt answered.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you come by tomorrow before you go to work?”
Little gears worked hard on the back of your head. Matt tossed his head to the side, a little confused, but agreed.
“Why not? It’s on my way to work.” Actually, even if it wasn’t, he would find a way to go.
“See you tomorrow, then”, you saw him at the door.
“Have a lovely night”, Matt said whilst leaving.
“You too.”
Not too much later, you closed the store and went home to call it a day.
Meanwhile, as soon as Matt Murdock got home that evening, he put the flowers over a counter next to his kitchen. The flowery smell quickly took over the apartment, filling his lungs with a nice sensation of peace, which continued even after he entered through the window after saving the city as Daredevil.
He slowly touched the tip of a petal, although he clearly remembered the advice on how flowers disliked the high temperature emanating from bodies, but just for him to feel the tenderness of the contact over his skin, embracing the harshness of his fingertips, reminding him of the back of the florist’s hands earlier that evening under his palms. The jasmine let it’s perfume out on the whole living room, kitchen, and stretched itself to the bedroom. Matt inhaled the air calmly while changing and wishing for the next morning to arrive soon.
“Thank you”, he whispered while taking off his mask and letting go of the flower.
In the middle of his chest there was a small seed, which was meant to grow a little bit more every encounter he had with the florist.
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I wanna ruin our internship, we should be partners instead [Matt Murdock x F!Reader]
Summary: Being an intern at a small law office had lots of good sides, such as learning from a practical point of view while gaining student credit, but also carried some bad ones, like having mental breakdowns since graduation was coming and you had no idea of what to do with your life after spending some time with the best law office out there. On a brighter note, however, Matt Murdock, senior lawyer and very hot boss, is always there to cheer you up.
Word count: 2,4k
Warnings: overwhelming fear of future, age gap (but reader is in her late twenties at least), conversations about family pressure (minor), Daredevil season 1 spoilers.
Content: fluffiness, stolen kisses and casual body touching (sfw), conversations about the future, minor mention to Jennifer Walters.
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this fanfiction used to be called "Office Work", however I decided to change it last minute. This story talks about graduation and fear of the future so beware! and many thanks, once again, to my beta reader, @areiko ❤
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Standing on your tiptoes, you reached out your arms just as much as possible, thriving to get a somewhat thick book on cases similar to the one the office was handling, one copy that seemed unreachable. Your fingers stretched beyond its limit, as well as your shoulder, aching a little from the effort just to touch the wood of the shelf.
“Crap, I just need to…”
Jumping would be of no avail. You were mentally cursing Foggy, or Karen, or whoever had put the books on that damn tall shelf. Soon enough, you felt a hand on your back. A soothing touch above your low back, calm fingers pressing the fancy fabric of the blouse, causing goosebumps on your skin in the form of a shiver lifting all the way to the back of your neck.
“What book do you desire?”
“The third one to your left”, you heavily breathed alongside the words, returning the body to a straight position.
Matt’s fingers easily glided over the book spines, gracefully even, counting each one until he reached the mentioned volume.
“This one?”, the man asked while turning his face to you. He kept his hand on your back, fondly brushing his palm in a reassuring way.
“Exactly”, you whispered, and he pulled the book, handing it directly to you and touching the furniture nearby so he could leave the room and once again sit on his table. It was like he somehow knew about your struggles to grab the book, even in a few rooms away from where you stood.
The lamp on the reception flickered right above Karen’s desk, now empty since she had left not too long before. Foggy had spent the day doing some legal stuff that you, as an intern, should be doing, however Matt asked if you could stay a little bit longer to help him out on a case which, according to himself, would “increase your knowledge on real world law”. You ran through the book’s pages with nothing but the dim lamp and a piece of the golden hour behind New York’s infinite buildings like a giant sea of concrete.
“Have you found anything interesting?”
The senior lawyer had a braille printer over the table in front of him, collecting data you’d use for an appeal meant to be presented the following day while listening to something with earphones. A teenager had been irregularly laboring on a dangerous site, exactly the type of case you had a soft spot for, and so did Matt, and Foggy, and Karen, and the whole little office by the heart of the always pulsing Hell’s Kitchen.
That’s why you took the internship, that’s why you loved what you did… and that exact thought, alongside a negative answer to Matt’s question, turned out to be a loud sigh while you sat on a chair next to him.
“Wow, that was pessimist”, he said with a hearty laugh. “I am pretty sure we can find at least one decision on the topic. I know time is against us, but trust me, almost ninety per cent of the cases will have little to no time for you to work on…”
A new deep breath arose from your chest, and you crossed your fingers while leaving the open book over your lap.
“… It’s not the case, is it?”, Matt took off his earphones and turned his face to you, with a cheerless expression behind his glasses.
You bit your lip as your palms became sweaty, not due to warmth since the windows were open and the wind moved Matt’s collar as well as the bottom of your skirt, but out of pure anxiousness. A few thoughts rushed in and out your mind in the time you gathered courage to say:
“No, it’s not.”
Matt lifted his chair and pulled it forward, tightening his lips before supporting his elbow over the wooden desk between a lot of papers written in braille. Your eyes made their way from the table to his face, examining every single detail from his posture to his beautiful muscles under the stretched fabric of the coat and a frown towards you, implicitly asking to tell whatever was wrong.
You took your time. Although you both knew the deadline was absurdly close, the way Matt nonverbally said, by the crinkle on his forehead and a gentle smile, made you feel sure that you couldtake your time.
“You know, I will graduate soon…”
Matt’s face suddenly changed the expression, and he tilted his head to the side, agreeing with surprise on his lifted eyebrows as well as on the empathetic voice tone when he said:
“Oh, yes”, a quick breath. 'The ‘here’s my degree, what do I do now?’ feeling.”
He was familiar with the concept – Matt wasn’t someone to say much, quite the opposite, in fact; most of the time, it was necessary to read him amidst the silence, the details in his faces’ hues alongside body gestures. He tapped on the table using the tip of his fingers, the low sound on each beat reminding a calm pulse – the absolute contrary to your heart tumbling one beat after the other.
“Yeah, this is kind of freaking me out”, you blurted. “You know, I just… It’s complicated.”
“I’m all ears”, he grinned.
Again, the “you can take your time” feeling. Trying to organize your conflicting thoughts, you said:
“I am afraid that, one day, I might be on the wrong side of the fight.”
Once again, Matt lifted his eyebrows, causing a wrinkle on his forehead.
“What do you mean?”
“I am happy today”, you resumed. “I like to assist you, to learn with you, with Foggy and Karen, however, once I graduate, I will lose all of this, and then what?”, you blew the air from your cheeks. “Will I get a job and be forced to take part in cases I don’t believe in? Will my graduation and my own beliefs be affected?”
There was a moment of complete silence on which Matt took his hand off the desk so he could intertwine his fingers, tapping the upper side of his hands with both thumbs. He bit his lip before he asked:
“This isn’t your first graduation, is it?”
“It is not, no, I studied Philosophy before. Then I had a class on human rights and instantly fell for law, so I decided to change.”
A family full of expectations when you started the new course. Would you be working at a giant corporation by graduation? Maybe being an assistant district attorney? Everybody put their expectations on you without asking for permission and, before you realized it, the weight of the world was all over you. What would their reactions be if told you wanted to help people, rather than being rich?
“Not forgetting why you started is a good first step.”
His words lightened the mood and lifted your spirits. It was exceptionally good to talk to someone who understood the subject so well, and Matt even went on telling you:
“Did you know I was an intern at Landman & Zack?”
“Shut up” you whispered back at him, causing a sweet laugh in answer. Landman & Zack was probably one of the biggest law firms out there.
“Not just me, Foggy as well. We even worked at their Boston branch for a while. They were willing to hire us both.”
You were completely dumbfounded; eyes wide in surprise as well as lips parted wanting to ask something, anything, to make sure he wasn’t lying. It did not seem so at all. Why would he lie about that? You had not read his full curriculum, however, Matt stayed with a small smile, even lifting both hands in the air in front of his body in a way to say “I swear this is the truth”.
There was this little doubt on your mind, begging to get out in the form of a question, and Matt probably knew about that – he probably had told all of this so you could ask exactly this one question, and then you did it:
“Why did you leave?”
These words came out of your mouth and echoed on the walls; a beautiful hue of dusk, mixing orange and a bit of sunlight left before nightfall settled in a quietness in which only your voice was audible.
“Because it did not reflect at all what I wanted to do for a living. Neither did for Foggy. So we opened our small business and there we are.”
Another few seconds of complete silence. One thing you enjoyed about the internship at the office was that being silent did not have the same weight there as it had in other places, turning a usually uncomfortable feeling into an enjoyable moment.
“What I mean is” he said, the shade of orange from the sky now a little further from his face but still present at the place, leaving a pacific aura around you both “let life do its job. You’ll see that things will work out, even when you feel like you are on the wrong path, even if you are unhappy with your life…”
There was this moment of stillness when the clocks seemed to have stopped just when Matt got up from his place and moved his right hand toward your cheek, gently brushing his palms against your heated skin, which turned hotter each second you had him on your sights. The lawyer’s features were highlighted by both brightness and shadow, a kind of chiaroscuro since half of his face was in complete shadow whilst the other half, bathed in a timid rest of sunlight, made his cheekbones prominent as well as his brown eye behind the familiar red glasses. You could also see his lips opening when he finished:
“… As long as you don’t accommodate, even with all the benefits, and remember why you began.”
His last words came out slowly and in a hushed tone, a little louder than a murmur, making your face burn and the book, previously over your lap, meet the ground just inches away from yours (and his) feet.
“I am so, so sorry about that, boss”, you bent your body to grab the object, cursing the damn moment your body decided to turn into jelly just for the book to fall and ruin the moment.
“Don’t use the boss card, please” he laughed, offering his hand for you to stand up.
You let your fingers dive into the book pages, keeping your eyes away from his face just so your heart wouldn’t suddenly stop beating by staring at his smile.
“I have a lawyer friend coming from L.A. that is willing to open a law firm here. Her name is Jennifer Walters” he said while touching the table to make his way across the room with you just behind him. “You can look out for her and see if she wants to hire help… I am sure she will. And I can give you the best indication.”
“Thank you” you said with a little uneasiness, but taking a deep breath. It would feel kind of different to work with other people, even though, if she was Matt’s friend, she would be just as amazing as him.
“Maybe one day you will run for District Attorney and we can be your private committee”, he kept attempting to brighten up the situation.
A heartfelt laugh left your lips as you leaned on to the wall and, once again, concentrated your thoughts on the case. The case that brought all those intrusive thoughts in the first place. The one you needed to finish an appeal due to the following day.
“And, if you don’t find your way in the world out there”, Matt balanced his body tapping the edge of Karen’s desk at the office’s middle room “you know you can always come back here. For us.”
“Oh, I don’t want you to be my boss forever”, you said without averting your eyes from the book. Although it was impossible to see by that angle, you noticed Matt moving his arm to place his palm over his chest.
“Am I such a terrible person?”, he asked in an affected tone.
“No”, you murmured. Damn it, shouldn’t have said it out loud. “Is just that…” you lifted your head to see Matt with both hands on his waist, waiting for an answer “… if you keep being my boss forever, we can never go out.”
Immediately after saying that, you averted your eyes from him, turning them to the floor thinking about what you’d just said. Maybe laughing it off and saying it was a joke would fix it? But it would be the opposite of what you’ve been talking about until that moment, a lie to yourself and to him. You’ve been wanting to ask Matt on a date ever since your first encounter.
Matt took a step ahead, and another, and a last one until his body practically overwhelmed yours like a shadow, so suddenly you lost your breath as soon as you felt his hand on your jaw slowly making its way to your lips and caressing around them.
“Who says I need to be your boss?” he smiled. And you knew for sure you were instantly in paradise. “We can be partners instead.”
For whatever reason, your fingers kept securing the book cover, now pending alongside your body, with all the strength you could bear while Matt’s lips slowly dived into yours. His cologne soaked both your nose and brain, a drowning feeling you truly wouldn’t mind having for a long time after that. His fingers entered your hair as he delicately, and passionately at the same time, kissed your lips with a gentle smile every break you needed to breathe. With his other hand, Matt gently used his palm to press your shoulder gently against the wall.
Karen had left earlier. Foggy spent the day out. Should’ve guessed about that.
Every time Matt’s mouth brushed over your lips, a different sensation of belonging mixed with nervousness made bubbles arise on your chest, however, the first feelings prevailed as soon as he touched his forehead over yours and smiled. You smiled as well, your heart so loud you heard it on your ears like a drum band. In a playful way, you lifted the book in the air and said:
“If we are going to be partners, for a very long time I suppose…” you grinned, and so did he “… we need to finish our claim until tomorrow. I’ll get my notebook and order some food.”
“Of course, boss”, Matt gently pinched your cheek, a beam lightening up his white, almost pale skin before getting back to his station “let’s get to work.”
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This week I'm gonna finish another reader insert with Matt Murdock called Office Work, as well as a Karedevil fic from a prompt I came across on tumblr, which will both be posted as soon as possible! I also shall post the second chapter of Have a Flowery Day by the weekend.
I have a few reader inserts and a short Karedevil story that I've been working on that will be posted troughout February and March! A few ScarletVision fics too (and I miiiight as well be working on one Din Djarin fic).
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Have a Flowery Day! [Matt Murdock x F!Reader] - Chapter I
Summary: Reader opens up a small flower shop at the heart of Hell’s Kitchen, and Matt Murdock is her first client, whose attention was quickly drawn by the lovely smell he felt on his way to work. He slowly gets closer to you, becoming a regular… And also saving the business and reader herself a couple of times as Daredevil, which leads her to think the beautiful lawyer and nighttime savior might be the same person.
Number of chapters: 5
Warnings: slow burn, mentions of cancer, mentions of assault, mentions of robbery, spoiler free.
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hello! this is my first ever shortfic with a Matt Murdock Reader insert :) I have been working on it for a while now and, although insecure, I am thrilled to post and hope you all enjoy it! The next chapter will be on by the weekend. Special thanks to my friend and beta reader, @areiko!
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i. white orchids
white orchids: mean faith, safety, elegance, innocence and beauty.
“Flowers can also bloom in Hell” was surely the worst piece of advertising ever. However, since the print shop delivered the flyers just a few minutes before opening up the business for the first time, you had to hold on a frustration sigh and distribute the few hundreds handouts to random people before changing the sentence to promote the small Persephone’s Flower Shop all over the always grey Hell’s Kitchen.
The space was relatively small, under a tall building, however manageable, even having a lot of different flowers waiting their turn to be shown. You decided to put some over the pavement, just inches away from the front so they wouldn’t block people’s way. With the hair tied, a hair band over the forehead to secure a few loose strands, and a cute apron over your body, you opened the store, and stayed behind the counter – strategically located to face the street – smiling at people, sometimes handling them the pamphlets containing address, telephone number, and other information on the shop.
Matthew Murdock was on his way to work that morning when a sweet smell caught his attention, and he immediately crossed the street so he could feel it correctly. It was not the smell of cake, but of something flowery. Just as he passed in front of the shop, you called him:
“May I help you, sir?”
The man smiled at you, holding his cane in front of his chest – and, speaking of chests, you surely felt your heart beat faster inside yours for a couple seconds. His brown hair was bathed in sunlight, as well as his skin, and you surely could catch a glimpse of beautiful brown eyes behind reddish lenses attached to a delicate frame.
“Hello”, he stuttered a little bit. “I was on my way to work, and, well, let’s say my nose is kind of sensitive, so I wanted to know your place.”
You chuckled, leaving the counter to see him in the front door.
“Well… You found your way, Mister…?”
“Murdock.” Said the mysterious man, quickly adding: “Matthew. Matt Murdock. You can call me…” Whatever you want to call me- “… Matt?”
He was so freaking adorable, it made your heartbeat increase a bit more.
“Mister Matthew Murdock, you found your way to Persephone’s Flower Shop. Just opened for the first time. Care to be around some flowers to brighten your day? Here, hold my arm and watch your step.”
Matt lifted his cane and held it just above your elbow, smiling softly at you.
“You say ‘Persephone’, as the Greek goddess?”
“Exactly as the Greek goddess of herbs, fruits, and specially flowers. And, just like Persephone lived with Hades, I thought it would be a good idea to name my shop as a tribute to her and bring some light to Hell’s Kitchen.”
“Not from around here, I suppose?”, Matt asked while leaning his nose towards some Colombian roses that were on showcase.
“Surprisingly, I am!”, you laughed. “However, I kept on moving since childhood. I guess I just wanted to be around my roots again.”
He went silent while touching the cellophane around some daisies. You truly did not want him to go away, however, Matt did mention work, and there was a small risk he could be running late.
“Listen, no pressure whatsoever.” He moved his head towards you and raised an eyebrow. “But would you like to be my first client? Like, ever? And buy some flowers for your girlfriend or someone special? I can make a floral arrangement right now, it won’t take long.”
An originally small smile crossed his face, turning into an amused grin just a little after. Your hands trembled, and you tried your best not to show it, while worriedly tapping your feet on the ground. Would he find you ridiculous for asking? Did Matthew have a girlfriend? All these thoughts ran through your brain while waiting for an answer, which came in an unexpected way:
“Not for a girlfriend, no.” You hid a sigh in relief as he continued: “But it would be my honor to be your first customer. I would like to take some flowers for my office.”
“Oh, what do you do for a living?”, you vividly asked. “Are you an accountant, perhaps?”
“Actually, I own a law firm with two friends.” He answered, and your eyes went wide.
“That’s great! My dad used to work at a law firm before joining a big company as a counselor. But I guess I just inherited my mother’s love for flowers.”
Matt leaned on the counter while putting the cane back on the ground to keep his balance.
“What do you recommend for my office?”
A crinkle showed in the middle of your forehead while observing the flowers. All of them were newly fresh, and you trusted the provider’s flowers since you knew them for a long time before opening the business. On the back of the shop, there was a beautiful white orchid that would go well with a sober place like a law office. You reached out for the flowerpot, putting it on the counter so you could attach a beautiful bow and a sticker with the name of the shop.
“I’ll give you a white orchid. If you have a sink at your office, just water it once a week. Let the water fall on the pot, then wait for it to fully drain. Oh, and keep it in the shade, no more than twenty minutes of sun per day.” You caught your breath. “Do you… Need help to take this to your office?”
“No, it’ll be fine. But thank you so much for your kindness.”, Matt smiled at you.
“That’ll be…”, you saw him touch the price tag, and decided to give him a small discount, since he was the first customer and also pretty cute. “… twenty-five dollars.”
While Matt reached out for his wallet, you said:
“Hey, would you promise me one thing?”
“It depends”, he answered. Lawyers.
“If any of your clients say the plant looks beautiful, could you please let me know by the end of the day?”
“I’ll do one better”, Matt took some cash and put it on the table. “If any client of mine compliments the flower, I will come back later and buy another one for my house.”
Your smile widened. It would be an extremely lucky day to have him buy some flowers twice on your first day running the shop.
“Deal!”
Fortunately, the vase was relatively small, and fit his hand well without prejudice to the other hand holding the cane.
“I am sorry, I don’t think I asked for your name”, he said before leaving.
You answered while guiding him to the door. As he was leaving, a few steps away, you called out loud:
“Matt!”
He instantly stopped and put his head over his shoulder, facing you directly. You didn’t even notice that you called him by his nickname, just smiling and waving from the doorstep while saying:
“Have a flowery day!”
Matt smiled at you; a sincere, beautiful smile. And, as soon as he took a turn on a corner and disappeared from your view, a heavy sigh left your lungs, and you went back to the store with the heart a little sadder. The money was still over the counter; as you put the notes on the cashier, you noticed the amount of money was higher, coincidentally, the same value as it would be without the discount. Was he being nice with a good tip? There was no way he could know the real price, right?
You kept the extra money apart from the rest of the notes, willing to give it back when you saw him again.
As soon as Matt went up the stairs and knocked on the door to his office, Karen Page rushed to open it to him. The somewhat hot spring day caused a few drops of sweat on the back of her neck, which she quickly dried with the palm of her hand under her hair before turning the knob, facing Matt Murdock with a smile and flowers on his left hand.
“Is it… Is it my birthday today?” She asked while taking the small vase of white orchids from his hands. “No, no, let me guess… Foggy!”, she called. “Is it your mother’s birthday today?”
Franklin Nelson showed up by the doorstep of his own work station, glaring at them with a funny expression.
“Nope”, he popped at the end of the sentence. “It most certainly is not. Matt has a new girlfriend, I guess.”
Matt shook his head while laughing.
“I just thought… Maybe some flowers could brighten up the office’s mood. Plus, they have a really nice smell.” When Karen pulled out the vase from his palm, he added: “They would look good by your table, Karen, just be careful with sunlight.”
“Persephone’s Flower Shop”, she read it out aloud while gently placing the small arrangement by the end of her desk. “There’s this beautiful logo where a woman with long hair seemingly kisses her hand, which is full of floating petals. I did not know it existed here in Hell’s Kitchen!”, she finally said.
“Probably because I’m her first customer”, he grinned. “It would be rude to leave the store without buying anything.”
Foggy tilted a few papers in the air.
“Matt has a girlfriend, everyone.”
The three of them laughed, before each one took their seat to start a new day.
You're Pulling Your Punches [Matt Murdock x Reader]
Summary: Reader begins training self-defense by the evening at Fogwell’s Gym in Hell’s Kitchen, but she didn’t expect that a handsome guy would teach her a few lessons on something he knows pretty well about: boxing.
Word count: 1,7k
Warnings: mentions of blood; mentions of violence and assault; sexual tension but no sexual themes addressed; consensual body touching; few cuss words.
Read it on AO3! | My masterlist ♡
special thanks to my beta reader, @areiko!! let me know if there are any grammar mistakes :)
gif is mine.
You had seen him before.
That beautiful smile hidden under layers of mystery on his ambiguous expression, a hint of it on the corners of his lips every time you crossed on the doorstep. You had absolutely no clue about what hidden feelings were prying from behind the red, round-shaped shades over his face, just waiting for an opportunity to be shown. He usually came around when you needed to leave early so you could get some sleep before work the following morning.
You knew nothing about him at all, or his relationship with that place.
All you knew was that you wanted to train. More than to want, you needed it. The small Fogwell Academy was cheap enough, close to work, and had a punching bag hanging from the ceiling a little away from a ring. Almost every day, you’d put your pouch on the ground, pick a few white stripes of cloth from your pockets and punch it – rough on the beginning but, after watching some videos about boxing, you started to get the hang of things – on the company of a faded poster of a man with the name Murdock looking at you.
Take deep breaths. Close your eyes.
Punch.
A co-worker had just been robbed. A friend was assaulted. Your boss was almost kidnapped a few days back.
Punch.
In all cases, either the cops were nearby or the famous Devil of Hell’s Kitchen appeared to save the day.
Punch.
It was luck. Pure luck.
Punch.
But counting on luck alone wasn’t enough, because most people simply don't have it, especially those living in Hell’s Kitchen.
Once, you hit the bag so hard it swung back to knock your face, leaving a bump on your forehead for a few days and a pungent back pain from hitting the ground. Another day, a few knots of your fingers bled from the repetitive punches, and you decided to end a little earlier.
However, nothing was quite like speaking to him the first time. To the mysterious man you had met on a few opportunities over the course of perhaps two weeks. The adrenaline running through your veins crossed your body and made your heart jump as his voice echoed around the empty gym, calm and reassuring:
“Need some help?”
You turned your head at him, feeling the weight of the sand inside the punching bag slap your body, moving back and forth as you got easily distracted.
“Shit!”, you cried out loud. “Sorry.”
He tightened his lips and shook his head.
“It’s alright, sorry for stepping in.”
The man’s steps were so light, he seemed like a ghost floating around the place, already so quiet. Even the street noises seemed far away, perhaps because the repeating punches sounded like a drum to your ears. He had already taken off his glasses, which you spotted on the ring’s ground, and set his cane aside so he could hug the punching bag in front of you.
“Can I help you out?”, he asked.
It was less a question and more like an invitation, even a proposition considering a bright, tempting smile instants after, provoking an irregular heartbeat in the middle of the normal, consistent pulse inside your chest. You stared at him, from tip to toe, noticing he wore a short-sleeved black t-shirt highlighting his well-marked muscles through his arm and abs, combined with long trousers of the same color and some white sneakers just to be a little bit incongruent with the rest of the outfit.
“I… I think I’m fine on my own”, you struggled to say, and he arched his eyebrows.
“You could do just a little better with my tips''. The man crossed his arms over his chest – and you couldn’t help but notice his thorax, hiding an admiration sigh –, putting his body weight over one foot and leaning on the punching bag to keep his balance. “Not that you are not- you are great, yet, you can do even better.”
How could you know was the first inappropriate thought that rushed through your mind. He could be blind, but he probably knew a lot more about conditioning than you did. Hell, you bet he could hear the bag thumping against your body when he arrived. So you shook your head, blaming yourself for having such a horrible judgment, breathing before asking him:
“What do you mean?”
The playful smile continued between his cheeks and a little under his nose and to-be-done beard, making your heart beat faster.
“Punch the bag.”
You obeyed. A thud reverberated through the empty walls, the only audible sound for a few seconds.
“You’re not using your full strength”, he finally said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You are pulling your punches”, the guy explained. “You cannot concentrate all the force from the movement on your arms.”
“Are you a fitness instructor?”, you questioned while he walked a full circle gripping onto the bag until stopping next to you.
“Barely. I’m a lawyer. And my name is Matt.”
You said your name to him in a whisper, a little anxious for him being so close. Pending your head over your shoulder, from droopy eyes you could see him, maybe a little anxious himself judging from his apprehensive expression alongside repetitive hand movements until he politely asked while arching his arms around your body:
“Allow me?”
The first thing you did was to nod, quickly saying “yes” out loud as soon as you realized it. He quickly smiled before gently placing his right hand over your stomach and under your breast while the other palm held your shoulder. A lightning sensation hit your body like a thunder ripping the sky apart when he pressed your skin over the shirt.
“You need to concentrate your strength right… Here”, his voice sounded deep inside your ears, maybe because you were so close. He also carefully turned your body to face the bag in its entirety. “Remember to keep your back straight, face forward, and try again.”
An exciting feeling tingled under the warm spot of his hand, and you swallowed before doing as he told you, shrinking your abdomen as you punched the bag.
“Very good. Relax your shoulders and keep your head up”, the man named Matt taught. “Do you use something for your teeth? You might, because, best case scenario, you get bruxism, and worst case scenario, you break one or two of them.”
“And may I ask how does a lawyer know so much about boxing instruction by coming to the gym after its working hours?”, you teased with a smile before delivering another blow. Although it was only a small tip, you already felt it was a little bit stronger.
“So you have seen me before”, Matt smiled. “These walls have more of my history than you could ever imagine.”
Your shoulders dropped and you used your arms to protect your face.
“You seem to be a fast learner!”, he said with a laugh still holding you. “Have you been stretching beforehand?”
A stinging pain on your back, shoulders and back of your neck – basically the upper part of your torso – answered before you even did, showing that no, a five-minute walk to the gym and going up and down the stairs from buildings was insufficient to prepare your body for the exercise.
“Not really”, you let go of the bag, and Matt kindly held your arms, letting his fingers run throughout your arms, an action that made every single pore over your skin open and your heart beat even faster than before. His hands held your hands shortly after, and he could feel the blood soaking the cloth protecting your fingers.
“You could go for some gloves next time. Be careful with your hands, they hurt way more than it seems”, he slipped his thumb and caressed your skin, generating a few deep breaths to remain calm under the circumstances. Your mind was hazy with hopes and worries on the situation. How would you react if you knew his heartbeat was just as fast, that he was dying to talk to you ever since the first time you crossed paths on your way out?
He interrupted your thoughts by gripping your palms and, once again, asking for permission:
“May I?”
“Sure”, you whispered back at him. Matt calmly stretched your arms with his, making all your sore muscles ache at the same time, however, in a relieving way. He also put them outstretched in front of your breast and opened them for both sides, making your shoulder blades almost touch each other in the process. By the end, he gently, and as a gentleman, put his hand on your back and arched it to the front until your hands almost touched your knees, a groan of pain letting your mouth from the ache from tendons behind your legs.
“Breathe”, he ordered. “I also recommend you to train up some kicks on the bag. Use the same rule of strength on your abs and keep your body straight while doing so. We can see about that on our next lesson.”
You took a couple minutes to elevate your body again, anxiously looking back to see him.
“When will I see you again-”
But he was gone.
Matt had disappeared just like a dream, a mirage, a fantasy, or basically anything that wasn’t real, even though it was just a few seconds ago. You winked a few times, and took a step further just to see a business card under your foot.
“Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law, huh…”, you said out loud while picking it up – the card was also written in braille – and turning it to see Matt’s name on the back, also his phone number.
There was something oddly familiar about it, and you noticed it was the name – “Murdock” was the last name of the man you just met, and also the last name of the man on poster that kept you company those days. It was true when Matt said that those walls held a lot of his own history.
You smiled at the poster, and back at the card. "Thank you”, you whispered, uncertain to whom the gratefulness was directed for, Matt, the man on the poster or the physical space of the gym. Maybe all of them at the same time.
And you quietly left the gym, putting away the card safely while gathering enough courage to call him and ask when you could see each other again.
