@/silkenmurdock presents..
ANEMOIA
!! minors dni !! 18+ only!!
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader (my bad ill do more gender neutral next time)
tags: fauxcest, daddy issues, dad!matt, implied sexual content at the end, mental health. (I think thats it?)
border credit: @uzmacchiato
authors note: this is the very first fic im posting on here and its not beta read pls bare with me 🙏 basically I just saw a daddy issues edit on tiktok and well here we go. kind of inspired by the beginning of pinky promise and thank you to murdock circle for giving me the motivation to write. also to sunny for helping me figure out how to layout this post. I hope this comes off the way I wanted it too, let me know if you need more context to it! uhh ily bye <3
tagged people: @sunshine-daydreams0809 @cloudmurdock @vigilantekisser @angelmurdock (and the rest of murdock circle ofc)
Something always turned out wrong.
Whether it be an assignment being turned in late or a betrayal from a friend. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the way things were destined to be.
A path that everyone follows regardless if they planned it or not. It didn't matter how much she cursed at life, that's just how things went. She pictured it as a looming figure pulling the strings of events together like a huge tapestry, all meticulously planned, taking years to finish. But hers was discolored, worn, and frayed at the edges.
It couldn't possibly be the only one, there were many people living different lives with different weights on their shoulders. Burdens that sometimes, didn't have anything to do with what they did. Her burden was the consistent fear that people wouldn't stay and she'd be left behind to be forgotten and never given a second thought. It wasn't her, it was just poor decisions made by their own shortcomings.
That knowledge didn't comfort her, because she still made herself believe that if she wasn't a certain way, then maybe she could've lived a different life than what she had to settle for. And so it continued, following her whenever she went. It influenced her actions, her emotions, her routine, everything. Eventually, it came to a point where she couldn't feel angry anymore.
She was tired.
She also knew where it came from. One person who had loved her from the beginning, aided in the creation of her existence, but who also broke down what was a reflection of himself. Hatred wasn't the word she would use, it was disappointment. But hatred was easier to disguise the deep ache in her soul.
The intricate loneliness that would never dissipate because he would never change for her. It hurt less to not care. So the only way she could ease that ache, the utter disappointment of someone who could never be what she wished he could've been, is to find it in someone else. And maybe she could've gone somewhere else, seeked solace in something that could help her understand. However, it wasn't what she needed. Any choice she made was done consciously for her own benefit. How could she not accept a person who is fully aware of her, who gives her everything she wanted, no everything she needed, to be whole? To be loved, to be listened to, to be able to go to when she's had a rough day?
She's his. He wouldn't leave her.
Matt packs her lunch, matt keeps her in line when she messes up, matt- no. not matt.
Her dad. Dad makes sure she eats all her food, Dad takes care of her when shes sick. And when his princess is really good, which she makes sure to do often, he let's her make a mess all over his fingers. You'd say that this was the definitely the best plan life could have given you. It was finally something that went the way you'd hoped it would go.