Happy Birthday, Chelsea!
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Fandom: Daredevil
Rating: T (just birthday fluff)
For @chelseasdagger 🧡
My sweet Chelsea, I'm dedicating my very first Matt x Reader ficlet to you. Thank you for your kindness, gentleness and huge heart. Getting to know you has been simply incredible. I know that you sometimes have a hard time with your emotions, but they're the ones that make you as special as you are. Your empathy and sweet nature are beautiful to watch, and I'm forever touched by your thoughtfulness.
You shine brighter than any fireworks on the 4th of July!
🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART 🥳
“Hey, you're okay?”
You jumped a bit at the sound of your best friend's voice coming from just next to you.
“What? Yeah, sure, of course,” you grinned at her, although by the slightly dubious look she gave you, you didn't manage to fool her entirely. “Just… Y'know… long day.”
Your friend nodded with an understanding sigh. Being born on July 4th was always sure to make your birthday celebrations more… complicated to organize. Not like you minded, really. As long as you had your closest friends and, or family around, you didn't care when exactly you celebrated. The party your friend had thrown for you was amazing, too, but something was missing. Well… Someone was missing.
Taking the glass your friend was handing you, you smiled gratefully and stared over the railing of the rooftop terrace the party was taking place on. She'd gone all out to make the night special for you by selecting this place, the decorations, and food. The view was incredible as you would be able to easily see the fireworks when they'd be starting in a few minutes, but right now, you just took in the twinkling lights of the city below you as you drank.
“There we go,” another of your friends suddenly called out as he pointed to the sky where the first firework exploded into beautiful sparks of color.
The rest of the small party assembled at the railing to watch the show, and you soon found yourself smiling and laughing with everyone as they pointed out this or that detail.
Several minutes in, something caught your attention in your peripherals. Your head turned to the source, but there was nothing there. Frowning, you shook your head and returned your attention to the fireworks.
Once it was over, you all slowly began returning to the bar and food tables, chatting and laughing. You looked back to the railing briefly, but then joined your friends for some well-deserved birthday cake, making a show of blowing out the candles.
A good two hours later, most people had started to head home, giving you a last hug and birthday wishes, leaving only your best friend by the end.
“I'll just hit the restroom before I get the keys, so we can close up and go home,” she announced, while you were packing your presents into different bags.
“'kay.” You nodded and walked to the railing, remembering that you'd left a present on one of the tables there.
You jumped about a foot in the air and yelped in surprise when a dark figure suddenly landed right next to you from the small overhang of the rooftop.
“Sorry,” a low voice said sheepishly, making you utter a loud breath of relief when you recognized the form and voice.
“Oh my Gosh, Matt!”
Your heart began racing for entirely different reasons as soon as you saw Matt's soft smile while he uncovered the top of his face that had been hidden behind a dark scarf. Your face moved into a happy smile at the sight of his brown eyes and apologetic expression.
“Wish I could've been here sooner, but-”
“It's fine, Matt. You know it is. What you do is more important than a stupid birthday party.”
Matt's mouth twisted unhappily before he sighed exasperatedly. He cupped your face and put his forehead to yours, making your bodies align properly and letting you get a whiff of him. Your whole body went lax at his touch and scent, your eyes falling closed as your arms loosely circled his waist.
“You're important to me,” he whispered fiercely, making your smile wobbly with emotions and unable to speak.
It didn't matter, since Matt tilted your head until his lips pressed over yours for a long kiss.
“Happy birthday, Love.”
60 notes
·
View notes