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Hyperacusus of intensity, Hyperacusus/Hyperacusis, Annoying Hyperacusis
Hyperacusis of fear, Misophonia, Pain Hyperacusis
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Quiet (Free Space)
A/N: my first fic for @marvelfluffbingo . This is also written for an anonymous request I received a LONG time ago. “Matt gets a concussion or something from a fight and his senses are dulled (kinda like the scene where he couldn’t hear, maybe not so extreme, up to you) and the reader is there to help him stay grounded so he won't panic.”
Square filled: Free Space
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Word count: 600
Warnings: tinnitus, hyperacusis, some fluff
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“Matt?” you called as you used your key to enter your boyfriends loft. Last night he mentioned that he wasn’t feeling well, and he hadn't answered the phone when you called after work, so you decided to stop in and check on him.
He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands when you walked in. You thought it was just a headache until you sat your bag on the table and you saw him flinch at the noise.
‘Shit,” you thought, realizing that he was having an episode of over stimulation. You hadn’t seen this happen to him in a while. When you were in college together, this only happened once, and Foggy had already been there to help out.
Immediately, you slipped off your heels and placed them as quietly as you could on the carpeted area of the floor. When you approached, you saw that he was wearing his noise-canceling headband to dull some of the sharper sounds that were affecting him. Matt’s eyes were pressed closed and he was practically rocking back and forth as he mumbled a prayer to himself. “Patience is a virtue of the Lord...grant me a droplet of such endurance…”
Had he even noticed you in the apartment or were you just part of the noise? You gently touched his shoulder and he jumped again but relaxed a little after you whispered that it was just you. You got him into his bedroom where the acoustics would be slightly dampened and you had a better chance of getting him to relax.
The muffled sound of your cell phone buzzing against your keys in your bag in the living room woke Matt up. He crinkled his nose, noting the sandalwood and bergamot candle had been opened in the kitchen. He looked down, finally realizing that you were in bed with him; stripped down you your silk bra and panties. He stretched, pulling you closer to him.
The movement was enough to wake you. “Hey,” you said with a yawn. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Matt whispered, thinking about for a moment and correcting his answer. “Better.”
“What happened? You haven’t had hyperacusis like that since college. ...scared me a little.”
“Sorry,” he apologized, kissing your forehead and sounding regretful that you had to witness such a hard moment for him after so long. “I took a hit the other night and I thought I could walk it off, but it kept getting worse until it was too much.”
“Are you okay now?” you asked, concerned.
Matt shrugged. “Everything’s still...wrong. But it’s better; bearable.”
“How does it feel?” You asked, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Well,” he said sitting up on his elbow. “It’s like every sound is right there in the room with me. Right there in my head, really. I cant pick out one thing to focus on, so my brain tries to process all of it until it gets overwhelming or painful in some cases.”
He could feel you staring at him so he kept talking. “Or the opposite. Frank shot me once and I lost my hearing for a few hours.”
“So when you say it’s bearable, you’re saying…”
“My hearing is kind of dulled right now like I’m still wearing earmuffs. Doesn’t hurt anymore though. I’ll be back to myself in no time, Y/N. Promise.” He could tell you were worried, so he tried to make the situation seem a little more casual.
“Okay,” you said, finally satisfied that he’d be alright. You looked out the window and it was still dark outside; probably very early in the morning. “Breakfast in bed later?”
Matt hugged you tighter, his hands ghosting down your side as he rolled on top of you, trapping you under him.
“Only if the breakfast is you,” he said, smiling as he dipped down press a quick kiss to your lips.
“The way you flirt is shameful!” you laughed.
“I do my best.”
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