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Overwhelmed

A/N: Reader has a hard day and basically goes into panic mode. Matt Murdock, perfect boyfriend he is, is there to help.

You’re late. It’s your first day and you’re late. Not for a lack of trying to get there on time, but you got lost. The campus is so immense and it’s your first time taking a class in this building. You realize that you should have toured the building before the semester started, but you didn’t and now you’re late. You race to the classroom, muttering “306, 306, room 306,” to which a passing professor kindly says, “Don’t worry, hun, you found it.” You throw her a grateful smile as you rush into the room, as discreetly as possible (not that it stops every eye in the room from staring at you), only to interrupt a professor in the midst of lecturing. He throws an annoyed look at you and carries on as you try to get settled as quietly as possible. As he goes over the syllabus, you’re trying not to shake as you type out your notes, overwhelmed by the amount of information being thrown at you. You were supposed to have the easy major in your relationship, you think bitterly as the professor explains your final project. Once he wraps up for the day, you rush out of the classroom, trying not to burst into tears at the idea of having to deal with communications theory for 14 more weeks. A class required for your major, only taught by an adjunct who only offered this class for one semester a year, at this one specific time, that you had no chance of doing remotely. You swallow around the lump in your throat as you make your way outside, to where you have to walk to your 5 hour shift at the bookstore for the rest of the night. You can’t wait to get home.

Matt is sitting on the couch, listening to case files for one of his classes when he hears you in the hallway. Even from his position, he can sense the tension radiating off of you, can almost feel the lump in your throat. Oh no, he thinks, pausing the case file and moving to the kitchen. He gets out the fancy tea you like that he knows comforts you on days like this, when your anxiety gets so bad that it’s almost suffocating, and he feels around for your favorite mug, shaped like a pig. He puts the kettle on, and unlocks the door, waiting for you to trudge up the last of the steps to get to your apartment. As you reach the door, Matt opens it for you and you launch at him, enveloped in his arms. You finally let the dam burst and you’re sobbing into his chest as he holds you, rubbing your back as he lets you let it all out. As you calm down after what feels like hours of just crying into your boyfriend, he leads you into the kitchen, where the water for your tea is ready. You watch as Matt maneuvers expertly around, preparing the tea with precision, then he hands the mug to you. The fact that he used your favorite mug almost makes you cry again. You start to drink your tea, and after you calm down further and finish it up, Matt looks in your direction, where you’re sitting on the island.

“So,” he starts soothingly, moving so that he’s situated between your legs, “wanna tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“It was just a stressful day,” you say shakily. “I was late, and the class is a lot and with work and my other classes to think about, I spent half of the class thinking about how I can drop it, and when I realized that I can’t if I want to graduate, I spent the other half thinking about dropping out altogether, but I can’t drop out because do you know how much I’ve already paid for these past few semesters? How much my parents paid? And not to mention all the scholarships and grants and stuff, and if I throw it all away that is so much money down the drain, and I just have to get through this semester and then I’ll graduate, but it’s so much to do. And it’s like, I am a communications major, Matty. You’re the fancy lawyer who’s supposed to have the hard major, dammit, not me,” you let out in one breath. The last part makes him chuckle, but he’s still looking at you with concern after watching you work yourself up again. He can taste the tears that have started to well up in your eyes again.

“Baby, look at me,” he says, holding your face. You comply, letting the tears fall. He catches them with his thumb. “First off, how about we make a plan, hm? We can sit down together and plan out how we get you through this semester, with those lists that you love to make, sit down and make a little calendar that you can keep track of. How does that sound?” You nod a little, eyes becoming more focused as you start to formulate a list of assignments and due dates you know are coming up. “Next, you don’t have to worry about the money that was already spent. I have it on good authority that you deserved it, you earned that money from the grants and scholarships. Y/N, you are the best student I know, you work so incredibly hard for all of your many,” he drops a kiss on your nose, “many,” another on your cheekbone, “accomplishments. Your parents are proud of you, and you know they’d support you on whatever path you decide to take. I am so proud of you for getting this far, sweetness. And also, no one will be disappointed or upset if you take a little time to yourself for a while if school is too overwhelming. Got it?” You nod again, head starting to clear up. Because, he’s right. Your parents have supported you your whole life, no matter what decisions you made and what paths you chose. They paid for 4 years of your education for God’s sake. They’re in your corner. Matt continues, a little sheepishly, “and I should have taken you on a tour of the ARC before the semester started, I’ve had classes in that building before, so you being late is kind of my fault. But, on the bright side, now you know where it is. So, honey, we’ll get you through this semester, okay? First days are always overwhelming, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeat faintly. You follow it up by meeting his lips with yours. The kiss is slow and sweet, languid almost and you both melt into it. When you break away, he pulls you into another hug, his chin resting on the top of your head. It’s nice, but you’re thinking it could be better as you say, “Matty?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he murmurs softly.

“Take me to bed?” you ask, words starting to slur as the exhaustion caused by the day’s mental state finally sets in. He presses a smile into your hair as he lifts you up.

“Yeah, honey, let’s go to bed.”

i've been getting into one piece a lot lately so can someone make an AU about luffy and the straw hat gang going to an all you can eat buffet?? it would've been SO hilarious to see the gang trying to stop luffy from eating everything in the restaurant 🤣

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matt murdock is a slutty whore, an essay

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Summary: For him it was just a moment, for you it was five years

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst, pregnancies, little more angst, some fluff too

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He didn’t know what was different, but something had changed. In one moment he had been in the kitchen with you, drying the plates you had been cleaning on a late sunday morning, the next moment he was alone. 

It was colder too. The noises in the city were different. 

There was something in the air. A buzz he had never felt before.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, his tongue running over his lips while his hands brushed over the counter of his kitchen. He tilted his head. 

The counter was different too. 

Marble maybe. Definitely some stone. Not like the wooden cheap counter that had been here before. 

Slowly he took a couple steps out of the kitchen, focusing on his surroundings. 

He could still smell you. Your familiar scent. He smelled the fabric softener the two of you had argued about, before he gave in, not being able to deny you anything. 

But there was something else. Another scent he couldn’t place.

The apartment was different too. 

Starting from the kitchen counter, the electrical hum of the appliances different than they were only moments ago. 

It smelled like the walls had been painted. But not recently, a little while ago. 

Another step forward, his hands grasped the back of a couch. Not the leather couch he was used to, no this felt soft. Almost like velvet. 

He was… confused. And that was putting it mildly. 

It was why he hadn’t heard someone, you, approaching the apartment, your key unlocking the door, your heels clicking on the floor as you rushed into the apartment, because things were happening and maybe, maybe he would be….

“Matt,” you gasped, blinking your eyes that were already watering. Slowly he turned around to you and you sobbed, your hand covering your mouth. 

He was wearing the dark sweatpants and the white shirt from that morning. 

The morning that had changed your life so significantly. 

The morning he disappeared. 

“Sweetheart I….” he began but you crossed the distance between the two of you, almost throwing yourself against him as you hugged him. He caught you with a gasp, his strong arms pulling you closer and you cried into his shirt as his hand slowly ran up and down your back, humming soothingly. 

You had denied yourself even imagining a possibility where you would see him again. 

Five years. 

Five years he had been gone, just like half of the earth's population.

Five years that had been the hardest, saddest and at the same time best time of your life. 

“What is going on?” he asked and you took some deep breaths, calming yourself down to finally look up at him, his eyes unfocused.

“You… You’ve been gone. I was… I was with Foggy in the office when Karen suddenly was just there and I… I ran back home… I….”

“You ran from the office?” he asked.

“We… It’s… It’s another office,” you closed your eyes, letting your head fall against his chest, inhaling the scent that was just him. 

“I don’t understand. I… Something’s changed. We were in the kitchen and then you were suddenly gone and… everything is different?”

You let your fingertips run over his back as you looked up at him. 

“Something happened and you… You were gone. You just… You disappeared right before my eyes. But now you’re back and I… I have so much to tell you Matty…” 

“I was gone?” he asked quietly. You nodded against him.

“How long?”

You sucked on your bottom lip. 

“Five years.”

You told him what happened. 

About Thanos. About how the world mourned for months before slowly it moved on. 

You told him about Karen disappearing too and about how you had started working with Foggy.

You had told him about finally getting your lawyers degree and about how good the office was doing. 

You told him everything. 

Except the one, most important thing. 

Sitting cuddled next to him on the new couch, which he admitted was way more comfortable than the one you had before, you clung to him. 

A part of you afraid that he could disappear again at any moment. 

It was when you received a message from Foggy, that he would be over in ten minutes, that you knew you had to tell him. 

“There’s something else you’re not telling me,” he said, pulling you closer towards him. 

“There is,” you whispered. 

“You… You met someone…” he began but you shook your head, sitting yourself up. 

“No. No I… I haven’t met anyone. I haven’t been with anyone since you… Since you…. I couldn’t….” you rambled and he pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“It’s okay,” he kissed your neck and you shuddered, closing your eyes as you put your arms around his shoulders, your nose in his hair. 

“I had bought the test to take later that day. The day you… disappeared. And after I was so depressed I forgot about it. But Foggy noticed and took me to see a doctor and… I… I was pregnant Matt.”

He stilled beneath you, his hands on your hips, his lips frozen against your neck. 

A tear ran down your check and into his hair. 

“It was hard. Doing this without you. But… she made it worth it. So worth it. And Foggy was a big help. Honestly, I don’t know what I would have done without him. He’s the best uncle on the planet and Rose is… She’s so much like you. Stubborn and…”

“Rose?” he asked, his voice breaking and you pulled away from him so you could look at him. There were tears in his eyes before he pulled you against him and you felt him sob. You whimpered as you cried with him, clinging to him as you both mourned the time the both of you had missed. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he shook his head and you put your hands on his face, tilting it up to your. Carefully you brushed his tears away as you shook your head. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. Billions of people disappeared. I know the last thing you would do was leave me and our life. Not after we fought so hard for it and… and I found the ring,” you whispered the last part and he sighed, closing his eyes. 

“We can… We can talk later, if you want. I will tell you about everything but… But Foggy is coming over. And he’s gonna have Rose with him. He offered to pick her up from Daycare after we… after I left to find you.”

“He just got into the elevator,” Matt hummed. 

“Does she… Does Rose… Know about me?” he asked and you smiled. 

“Of course she does. I talk about you every single day Matty. There are so many pictures of you and me on the walls. You’re her daddy. She loves you.”

He took a deep breath as you let your forehead fall against his, your nose rubbing against his nose. 

“She… She’s telling Foggy about… Dinosaurs?” he asked with a small smile.

“She’s obsessed with Dinosaurs at the moment,” you chuckled and Matt’s smile got wider. 

“Kiss me,” you whispered and he tilted his head up, his nose brushing against yours. His hands on your back pulled you closer before his lips softly found yours. You breathed out, closing your eyes as he moved his lips against yours, deepening the kiss. 

You let your finger run through his hair, anchoring yourself against him. 

He was here. 

He was back. 

Matt was back. 

Parting from your lips he smiled and you pecked his lips again. 

You both jumped when a knock sounded at the door. His fingers dig into your hips as he licked over his lips. Anxiously. 

“She loves you,” you reminded him and he breathed in deeply. 

“And I love you too,” you said and he smiled a little, before you carefully climbed off his lap and walked towards the door. 

“I love you,” he called after you and you smiled as you opened the door.

“Hi!” you said, looking down at Rose who hugged you with a squeal of Mooooommy before you picked her up with a groan. 

“You’re getting too big for me to pick you up like that little lady,” you smiled at her as she began to tell you about her day. You looked at Foggy who looked over your shoulder, tears stinging in his eyes as he saw Matt behind you in the apartment. 

“Do you… Want to come in Foggy?” you asked. He looked at you before he shook his head. 

“I… Karen and I will come over with breakfast tomorrow?” he asked.

“Are you sure?” you asked. 

“Yeah. It’s… I’ve gone five years without him, I can last another day. But you two can’t,” he said and you smiled thankfully at him. 

“Bye Uncle Foggy,” Rose waved and Foggy laughed. 

“Bye Princess,” he winked before he turned around, taking the stairs down. You smiled at your daughter as you closed the door behind him, slowly walking back towards the living room with her still in your arms, where Matt was standing anxiously. 

“Rose I… have a surprise for you,” you began and she looked at you with wide eyes, stopping her monologue about the Velociraptor she had learned today, making a mental note to ask her about it later. 

“Surprise?” she asked and you nodded. 

“Remember when Foggy and Mommy would talk about your Daddy and that he had to go away for a while?”

She nodded. 

“What did we tell you?” you asked, finding Matt listening to you. 

“That he loves us very much and that he would never leave us again when he comes back,” she said. You nodded, setting her down. 

“He… He came back today, sweetheart,” you whispered and she looked at you with a bright smile.

“Really?” she asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, really,” Matt said and she turned around as she heard his voice. She looked at you, before you set her down. You were crying by the moment she ran towards him and Matt had the foresight to get on his knees and open his arms before she collided with him with a squeal. 

He closed his eyes, pulling her into his arms as he brushed his hand over her hair and picked her up. She was clinging to him like a Koala, telling him how much she had missed him and that she can’t wait to show him her collection of dinosaurs which made you choke on your sob as you laughed. Matt looked up and opened his arm for you, pulling you against him too. 

It was almost 1 am when the door to the bedroom opened. You were sitting against the back of your bed, waiting for Matt as he slowly walked in, closing the door behind him with a smile on his lips. His hair was still wet as he walked towards the bed, laying down on top of you with a sigh that made you giggle. 

Rose had spent the whole afternoon showing him around the apartment, explaining where everything was so he would know, because she knew that his daddy was blind and she did not want him to hurt himself, while you were making dinner. 

It was strangely domestic. 

“This was a long day,” he hummed against you as you nodded, your finger brushing through his hair. 

“Normally you would kiss me goodbye and get out to do some Deviling now,” you mused and he sighed. 

“There’s… I don’t want to think about that now,” he said quietly. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“She’s… Rose is… She’s everything,” he said and you smiled. 

“Yeah. She’s pretty damn awesome.”

“I wish I could have been there,” he whispered. 

“Me too,” you said sadly, before you reached to your side to turn the lights off. He got off of you and under the covers, finding your body immediately to pull you against him, your back against his chest, as he kissed your shoulder. 

You fell asleep like that. 

In his arms. 

And he was still there, holding you when you woke up the next morning. 

Because Matt was back. 

And he would never leave again. 

oh we definitely need more of saint matthew saying profanities

Matt: Jake. You can't say "fuck you, I do what I want" in the middle of court!

Jake: Fuck you, I do what I want.

Matt: You're on trial for manslaughter!

And now they give us a movie and three series with Moon Knigth and Loki, and Daredevil, and Spiderman, and Deadpool. 

Please. Thank you.