Matt Murdock x reader based on the song Like Real People Do by Hozier because every Hozier song makes me wanna fall in love and who better to fall in love with than mah boi Matt
Matt Murdock x reader based on the song Like Real People Do by Hozier because every Hozier song makes me wanna fall in love and who better to fall in love with than mah boi Matt
I’m currently rewatching all of Daredevil and the Punisher (almost finished with season 1) and I have been strongly reminded of how much I love Matt Murdock and I really hope his character is still as incredible in season 3. I’m very nervous.
Also, the reader is based on a character I made for the Punisher series that I need to start working on. Basically, she’s a mutant with cool healing powers and she can identify people’s injuries and illnesses just by focusing her energy on them.
This takes place a little after season 1.
Like Real People Do.
Strong alcohol and heavy smokers give the dingy bar its never-changing scent. The lighting is scarce and the patrons even scarcer. A total of 6 people are here tonight, all of them alone. You included. You would say the night has just begun, meaning things could still liven up, but you wouldn’t mind if it didn’t. You sit in the far corner of the room, back against the wall, able to see everything but the front door.
Just then, another loner walks into the establishment, bringing the body count up to 7. You stop in the middle of taking a swig of your Guinness. There’s something familiar about this newcomer. You turn your torso to look.
A man in a cheap gray suit with dark shades and a white cane is walking up to the bar.
“Jameson on the rocks, please.”
His voice is scruffy and somehow soft at the same time. You recognize it in the same moment you recognize all the bruises and cuts below his clothing. You sensed them just yesterday, although that man had seemed quite different than the one sitting a few yards from you now. You swallow the last of your beer and decide you just have to say hello.
You walk up to the man with a purpose, doing a good job of keeping your slightly tipsy ass completely on balance. He doesn’t turn towards you as you sit on the stool beside him and order another beer. Then you glance over at him.
“You know, a handsome man such as yourself shouldn’t be out alone at night. You never know what could happen, especially in this city.” You make sure to lay on the playfulness so he knows for sure that you’re joking.
The man chuckles lightly, shifting ever so slightly in your direction.
“Does me being blind have anything to do with that?”
“Oh, it was the main concern. Of course.” You then lean in a little closer and talk a little softer.
“Don’t want you running into anything dangerous, do we?”
“I think I can take care of myself, but thank you for the concern.”
“Mmm… I know you can.”
“And how’s that?”
Making sure no one can hear what you say, you scooch your mouth as close to his ear as you can without it being weird.
“Because you’re the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”
The man’s demeanor stiffens at the turn of a dime. You can tell he’s gone on the offensive and is ready to fight, so you take a step back.
“I believe we met last night in the alley behind the Salvation Army on 46th street. My name’s Y/N.”
You extend your hand, exuding all the sincerity and warmth you have to help him relax and prove to him that you’re on his side. He surely remembers your little chat last night. It was mostly about how he was confused as to who you were because he’d never heard of or seen you before, which was fair. Still a little insulting, but fair because you were new to the scene. You started going out not long before Fisk was exposed.
Your soft smile and steady heartbeat prove to your companion you mean no harm, but he’s still a little hesitant in taking your hand and shaking it once.
“Matt Murdock.”
“A Matthew. Interesting. It’s nice to meet the daytime you.”
“Likewise.” You appreciate the small upturn at the corners of his mouth.
“Let’s move this conversation to a more secluded area, yeah?”
Matt lets out his held breathe, “yes, please.”
You lead the way with your arm reaching out behind you, barely grazing the side of his wrist as a guide that you know he doesn’t need. You return to the table you were at before, the best private vantage point in the whole bar.
The two of you take seats opposing one another. Matt’s body has fully relaxed, but you know he is still keeping his guard up.
“So, why a suit?”
“I’m a lawyer. My partners and I actually just got Fisk convicted.”
“Ah, so you take care of criminals in more ways than one. I’m impressed.”
“What about you though? You help people in more ways than one. I know you heal and can somehow heal others, but you also have some serious skills with a blade. AND you’re a doctor, right?”
“Not anymore.”
You weren’t expecting Matt to bring up such a sore subject so soon. You liked the guy but you didn’t want him knowing your whole backstory already. You quickly changed the subject.
“So, you can’t use your eyes to see, but you know everything that’s happening around you. How does that work?”
“That’s a bit of a long story.”
Yikes. There’s his backstory. He doesn’t seem ready to share that yet either. You glance over Matt’s shoulder and see the dusty jukebox in the back corner.
“Do you dance, Mr. Murdock?”
“A little, Ms. L/N.”
“Perfect. Give me one moment.”
You swiftly move your way over to the jukebox, throw in the dollar that you have left for tonight and pick the first song that pops up in the “smooth tracks” section. A soft melody on a banjo rings out.
I had a thought, dear, however scary
about that night the bugs and the dirt.
You go back to Matt and gingerly take his hand into yours. He stands with a grin and follows you to the small place between the speaker and the bathroom.
Why were you digging? What did you bury
before those hands pulled me from the earth?
You place your left hand on his right shoulder and continue holding his left hand with your right. Matt takes his glasses off and places them in his pocket with his free hand before placing it on the back of your waist. The pair of you start slowly swaying to and fro, shimming around in a circle.
I will not ask you where you came from.
I will not ask you, neither should you.
You take a glance up and are stunned by Matt’s irises. In the dim yellow glow of the bar lights, their shade of brown is somewhere between honey and chocolate, appearing to be two little sweets for you to hunger for. Even though they aren’t able to focus on you, it somehow feels like they are looking deep into yours. The blind trust you give to him scares you for a moment.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.
We should just kiss like real people do.
“So how did you know it was me?” You’ve been anticipating this question.
“I can sense injuries and illnesses in people. I do have some influence over a person’s healing too, but it’s mainly my medical training that does the trick. I recognized your bruises, which are everywhere, and your many fractures and cracks, new and old.”
“That’s incredible… but also weird.”
You both laugh and break a little tension that has built from everyone else in the bar noticing your dance.
“I don’t think you have any room to talk.”
“You’re probably right.” Matt remarks with a little chuckle.
I knew that look dear, eyes always seeking,
was there in someone that dug long ago.
“What we do- it all feels like a lot, but... it’s worth it. Don’t you think?”
Matt takes a moment to think about his answer.
So I will not ask you why you were creeping.
In some sad way, I already know.
“I think it can be, yeah. It also feels way less daunting when you’re not doing it alone.”
You smile. He’s right. You didn’t realize it until he just said it, but ever since your encounter last night, you felt a little lighter, as if you didn’t have to hold so much on your plate anymore. It allowed you to take a breath and go out to the bar for once. You earned it.
“I agree.”
I will not ask you where you came from.
I will not ask you and neither would you.
The both of you continue to sway as you feel the song nearing its end. That song was your last dollar so you were done drinking tonight. You thought about how badly you now wanted to be out in the city, helping whoever you could. With Daredevil by your side, you could know about anyone that was in trouble and he could have backup to take on even more bad guys. You both could accomplish so much more.
“What if we went out and kicked ass together? Right now.”
The possibilities are starting to build in your gut, pushing up adrenaline. You both stop swaying.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.
We should just kiss like real people do.
“Well? What are we waiting for?” Matt smiles and you copy.
Before even thinking about it, you pop up on your toes and kiss your lips to Matt’s cheek. His scruff tickles your nose and chin and his aftershave zips into your nostrils, leaving a minty burn behind.
With his hand still in yours, you bop back down and lead the way out of the bar and into the next adventure of your life.
I could not ask you where you came from.
I could not ask you, neither could you.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.
We could just kiss like real people do.