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It’s okay, I’ve got you.

Matt Murdock x Reader

TW: Abuse, SA, Domestic Violence

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TW!! Abuse, Sexual Assault

Summary: You are in an abusive relationship, things get way out of hand, and you seek refuge with your best friend, Matthew Murdock.

A/N: I got inspired by a line from “Separate Ways” by Journey. Enjoy. :)

“If he ever hurts you, true love won’t desert you.”

You couldn’t stay, you had to get out. Your day had been absolutely amazing so far. It started off with Karen bringing donuts and coffee to the office, then Matt and Foggy getting more leads on a big case, and then the four of you had decided you were going to go out for drinks. You were home on time, knowing your boyfriend hated when you were late, and you had then picked out a nice outfit to go bar-hopping in. (Mid-drift shirt, and a pair of jean shorts.) Everything was fine until he saw your outfit. Then it was loud. Overbearingly loud. He screamed at you for what seemed like hours, his voice piercing your ears as tears welled up in your ducts. Then he started getting physical. Glass was shattered on the floor from a glass that based on his scent, was filled with whiskey. A spare shard had gotten stuck in your neck, and you felt blood trickling down your collarbone and onto the outfit that had gotten him so pissed off in the first place.

“You look like a fucking slut. Is that what you’re trying to be? Trying to go out with your stupid little co-workers and slut yourself out to the first man that looks at you?”

His degrading voice was engraved in your brain as his palm collided with your cheek. You cried out in pain, the tears finally spilling, as he slapped you again, yelling out more profanities and derogatory comments at you. Your cheek was sure to bruise. You couldn’t show up like this. You were supposed to meet them in 2 hours. You couldn’t show up like– like this. You stood near him shell shocked, crying in pain and still feeling the blood trickle down your neck.

“You want to be a slut? I’ll treat you like one damnit.” And the next thing you know his hands were on you. His hands grabbed you in places you did not want him touching. His hand had a bruising grip on your arm as he had his way with you with a smirk. You laid there in his bed, bruised and beaten, dried blood on your neck and chest, bruises littering your stomach, thighs, and neck. You had to leave. With whatever strength you had, you had to go. Go anywhere but here. He was out on the balcony of your shared apartment, having a smoke, and you decided this was your time. You got dressed into a T-Shirt and sweatpants to hide your bruises, before you quietly exited the bedroom, and then the front door. After that you ran. More like limped because of how sore and battered your body was, but it was as fast as you could go. You don’t know how, or when, but your body must have subconsciously made its way through Hell’s Kitchen, and towards Matt’s apartment. Truth be told, Matt heard you from 2 miles away. Your uneven breathing, the blood plastering itself against your neck, the way you winced everytime you breathed because of your cheek. He was pacing his apartment, waiting for you to arrive. He knew you were coming to him. You did indeed manage to limp your way to his place, and hoist yourself up the stairs. When you made it to the door, your hand had reached to knock, but the door swung open before you could, Matt standing there ‘staring’ at you. A breath hitched in his throat when he heard your breathing slow once you saw him.

“Matt..” You rasped quietly, voice hoarse from all your sobs, and as soon as you saw him, you couldn’t help but break down again, violent sobs ripping through your throat. He immediately hugged you, bringing you inside, and cradling you as you cried into his chest.

“Shh.. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He cooed gently, rubbing the back of your head. You didn’t smell– normal. To him, normal was your favorite scented perfume that was too strong for his enhanced smell at first, but he eventually got used to it, the smell now comforting him. To him, normal was the exact same scent as your perfume shampoo that he, surprisingly, could smell right now despite the overwhelming non-normal smell of alcohol, blood, and salty tears. He slowly led you to his couch, trying to make sure not to bump into anything, even though he knew the layout of his apartment like the back of his hand by now, but for your sake, he was gentle. He knew you needed him. He desperately wanted to know who hurt you, but he didn’t ask, for your sake.

“Matt–Matt I.. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth. You? Sorry? For what. By what it looks like, you had done nothing wrong.

“For.. For showing up out of nowhere. I–I’m so sorry I know we were supposed to go out and-and I probably am being a burden right now but–” He immediately cut you off with a gentle squeeze, still cradling you like a newborn child.

“You are not a burden. Please don’t ever feel that way.” He said gently, as you sniffled, and immediately went back to sobbing into his chest. He held you there, probably for about a good thirty minutes until your heartbeat finally slowed, and you finally lifted your tear-stained face from his chest.

“I was– I was getting ready to go out. You know.. We were going to go for drinks..” You started, Matt cocking his head to the side, letting you know he was listening as his hands ran absentmindedly through your hair.

“I picked out this amazing outfit.. I felt- I felt really good in it. My boyfriend, he– he came in after I got changed, and he got mad–really mad-” You felt yourself start to tremble again at the thought, your heartbeat getting faster once more as Matt gently shushes you.

“It’s okay, keep going, I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He reassured, as you nodded quietly, before returning to your story.

“He.. He started calling me names. Really not nice names. And then– then he– then he threw a bottle. A shard got in my neck.. I got it out- The bleeding stopped a bit ago..” You explained, bringing your hand up to feel the dried stream of blood from the glass shard you picked out on the way here.

“He then.. Oh god– Then he..” You couldn’t bring yourself to talk about what happened next, not in front of Matt. You felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at the fact that you are here, crying in your best friend, and co-worker’s arms over an abusive guy you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with. He always hurt you, but you kept telling yourself that it wasn’t him. He was just angry. You made him angry.

“You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to sweetheart.” He said in a hushed tone, the nickname rolling off of his tongue like it always had. That’s another thing. Your boyfriend absolutely despised Matt. The bond you and Matt shared always just pissed him off, especially when he figured out that you were going out alone with him.

“He touched me Matt.” You whispered, and you felt the passive aggressive way he tightened his arms around you. You winced at his grip, his arms digging into the bruises. He muttered a quick apology, before his hands drifted from your hair, to ghosting your face. You knew what he wanted to do, you just wanted to hear him ask to make sure.

“Can I?” He asked gently, almost as if his words could hurt you more than his hands. You hummed a quiet ‘yes’, as he gently pressed his palms against your cheeks, feeling the bruise on your left cheek. You knew he just wanted to assess your injuries. His hands slid from your bruised cheek, down to gently press against the cut on your neck, feeling all the bumps from the dried blood. He couldn’t help himself anymore. He knew your boyfriend hurt you, for quite a while actually, however he didn’t say anything because you didn’t say anything. He finally decided to speak up after what felt like centuries of him mapping out your injuries, making you a bit more insecure, but you knew he was just trying to help.

“You’re not going back to him. Y/N I won’t let you.” He started and you gripped his arm, seeing tears well up in your eyes again made his heart break. You started to try to object, but he cut you off.

“Foggy and I, we can– we’ll be your lawyers. We can take him to court for domestic violence– we can-” This time you cut him off.

“Matt.. Matt Please no. No court, please.” You begged him. As much as your boyfriend had hurt you, you couldn’t bring yourself to take him to court. You barely had the courage to leave after tonight's incidents. Matt heard your change in heart rate again, and sighed, running his hands through your hair, making you look into his eyes, though he couldn’t see you. That was another thing, he wasn’t wearing his glasses. His maple brown, warming eyes stared at you, looking like they were trying to scan your face, though they couldn’t. His brown, normally slicked back hair was disheveled, messy, though you couldn’t help but stare. You wanted to stare.

“We don’t have to press charges, but I won’t let you go back to him.” He wasn’t dropping that fact. Where would you go then? You had nowhere to live, your salary with Nelson and Murdock wasn’t exactly a lot, so you couldn’t afford another apartment. It made you realize how much you relied on him, and he knew it. You lived in his apartment, ate his groceries that he bought with his salary, you bought your clothes with his money. He had you wrapped around his finger. You relied on him.

“Matt– Matt where will I go? All my stuff is at his place. I have nothing–”

“You can live with me.”

Your breath hitched. Live with him? You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and Matt could too, but for your modesty, and what had just happened, he didn’t say anything. However what he did say was completely different from anything you would have ever imagined.

“Stay here with me. Let me treat you better. It sounds so selfish of me despite everything that just happened to you, but I want to treat you better. I want to wake up with you every morning, enjoy coffee in bed with you before work, and come home with you after. I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to love you, Y/N.” Matt said softly, brushing the stray tears that fell during his little confession off of your face. That is something you haven’t heard in a long time. ‘I love you’. He hasn’t said it to you in a year. You had never seen yourself being in a relationship with Matt, purely because he seemed way out of your league, and showed no attraction to you what-so-ever. You stared up at Matt, looking at his very kissable lips, but he thought you were about to cry.

“No, no no, sweetheart don’t cry.. I’m sorry-” You cut him off with a soft, yet very quick peck on the lips.

“I hope– I hope that’s enough to show how I feel about you. I really like you too. I can’t– I can’t fully say it yet, I need some time, but I want to be with you Matt.” You whispered, squeezing him tightly as a grin worked its way onto his face. He laid down, pulling you down with him, and onto his chest.

“Take all the time in the world, darling, I’ll always be here. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” He cooed, running his hands up and down the small of your back in a soothing motion. That night you had the best night sleep you’ve had in a while, despite the aches from the bruises, and all of your cuts. It was all Matt’s doing. He comforted you up until you fell asleep, and even then he stayed awake for a bit after to make sure you fully fell asleep. He had meant what he said. He was going to protect you with all he had. You were his now. His sweet angel.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I would like to include that if anyone is suffering from domestic abuse to please call the domestic abuse hotline. [phone]) You are not alone.

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