#anywhosies og tags ->

[brianwashere]

Hi!!! Look at me! I’m writing an unofficial req lol. People seemed to literally eat this shit up and I got two reqs asking for a different ending so here’s the good ending! I’ll be tagging the two who asked for a different ending. If anyone asks for a different ending on any of my fics I suggest making it an official request so I’ll remember it better.

I wrote this on docs and it was my first time writing fanfic on docs (crazy, I know). And lemme tell you…this fic literally doubled in length. It went from 5 pages to 10. I also suggest going back and reading the whole fic if you’re coming from the bad one bcc I edited the wording to make it more understandable and easy to read.

Anywhosy, enjoy it! Stay chill, Stardogs!

@purplezombietumbler (this whole time I thought ur url was purplezombiehunter my shit just got rocked fr)

@kid303 (if u still want the other ending you requested just dm me lol)

Read the OG (bad ending) here

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

 Pairing: Matt Murdock x son reader

 Genre: angst with a happy ending; family

 Summary: look at req on OG post

 Tw: teen death; unintentional overdosing; untreated mental illness; hospitals

A Beating Heart; a Fleeting Breath (good ending)

It had gotten bad.

 Really. Really. Bad.

 Your dad never seemed to notice the underlying problem. Only that you were out late and that your grades had slipped.

 Dad was “working overtime” again. He never told you what he was actually doing, but it was clear he was doing something else with his time.

 So here you were again. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, hunched over the sink. You glanced at the cup of cheap whiskey you’d been sipping on for most of the night. Sighing, you fished the bottle of benzos out of your pocket and fumbled with the cap.

 You shook several onto your palm and set the bottle onto the kitchen sink. You thumbed the pills around in your hand. With another sigh, you raised your head into your mouth and tossed your head back.

 You grabbed the cup and downed the last of it.

 “Dear God.” You mumbled to yourself as you put the cap back on and wiped your face.

 You sluggishly made your way to the couch and collapsed on top of it.

 ‘Fuck, I’m tired.’ You thought as you tried to get comfortable.

 You took a deep breath. Well, you tried to. Suddenly you became aware of how heavy every part of your body felt. With as much strength as you could muster you flopped onto your back. You felt like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get air to your lungs.

 Tears filled your eyes with the realization you couldn’t breathe. You tried to move your arms, move your legs, do something. You couldn’t.

 You felt your eyelids grow heavy and as you went to take your last breath you had one final thought.

 ‘I never got to say bye to dad.’

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Matt never considered himself a very emotional man. Sure, some things certainly affected him; Foggy, Frank, his son.

 He smiled to himself at the thought of his son. He was his pride and enjoy. He may be going through a rough patch but Matt knew his son would make it through.

 ‘Murdock’s can take a beating.’ His father’s words echoed through his head.

 ‘Wonder what he’s up to tonight.’ Matt thought to himself.

 He focused his listening on trying and finding his son’s heartbeat. His smile faded slightly as he heard the elevated heartbeat of his son.

 Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum—

 ‘He probably just went on a run or something.’ His mind supplied.

 He listened closer. His son’s heartbeat was settling down.

 Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum

 Matt let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Something didn’t feel right; his heart kept slowing down.

 Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…

 Matt blinked desperately trying to strain his ears. His heart kept slowing.

 ‘No. No no no no no no no. NO.”

 Matt leaped up from his seat and ran out of his office door.

 Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..

 Matt hadn’t realized he was crying until his tears hit his lips.

 ‘No, please God. Please.’

 His shoes slapped the concrete as he sped up the pace. He climbed a wall to get to the roof; he needed to get there faster.

 …ba….dum…….ba….dum…….ba….dum…….

 ‘Fuck. Please please, please. Hold on a little longer.’

 He jumped from roof to roof, desperate to reach you.

 …ba…..dum……………………….

 Matt stopped so suddenly he nearly toppled over. He gasped and clutched his chest, he willed himself forward.

 ‘There’s still hope. He’s not gone. Not yet.’

 He jumped to the apartment window and opened it while holding onto the ledge. In desperation, Matt broke the window to get in and stumbled over to kneel by you on the couch.

 His hands raced over your chest, resting on your face as he shook you.

 “Wake up, Kid! Wake the hell up!” He pleaded.

 He moved his hands to your chest and began doing CPR.

 “No no no, please please-” his voice broke and he let out a sob “please fight! Fight it, kid! PLEASE!”

 Then he heard it; the faintest beat of a heart. He kept doing it with his left hand as he dialed 911 with his right. An operator answered.

 “911 what’s your emergency–?”

 “My son! His heart is barely beating! I need an ambulance now!” Matt yelled as he put the phone on speaker and resumed CPR.

 “Sir, I need you to calm down. What’s your name?” The operator asked calmly.

 “Matt Murdock!” He unintentionally shouted.

 “Ok sir, we’re sending over an ambulance now.”

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74 hours. 47 hours in emergency care and 27 in the hospital; not once did your father leave your side. 

 Someone new came to visit every day. First, it was Foggy, then Karen, then Frank. All of them encouraged him to go home and sleep and offered to stay the night for him, even though they knew he wouldn't. He slept in the chairs, if he slept at all. Matt wasn’t ashamed to cry. He cried more in those 74 hours than he had in his life put together. He prayed too. It was more like screaming at God, but if that made him listen, then goddammit, Matt would scream till his lungs bled.

 He felt a lot of things: fear, anxiety, worry. The thing he felt above all was guilt. How could he not see the signs? Why couldn’t he have done something?

 Matt snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you shift in your bed. You let out a noise of discomfort as your eyes barely opened. Then you saw your dad; your eyes watered. Your dad was here. You were safe.

 Matt shot out of his chair and felt around till he grasped your hand and held it tightly in his. He turned and yelled toward the door.

 “We need a nurse in here!” His voice was hoarse but loud.

 Within a minute a nurse was at your side.

 “What is your last name.” The nurse questioned.

 You took a large gasp of air.

 “Murdock.”

 “Can you tell me what month it is?” They

 You swallowed and worked on forming the syllables; it felt like a cheese grater in your throat.

 “November.” You croaked out.

 “Ok, good. Do you know where you are?” They asked.

 You nodded.

 “The hospital.” You gulped through the ventilator.

 “His level is consciousness is a 5. We’ll have to run a few more tests on him before he’s deemed fit for discharge.” The nurse informed Matt.

 Matt visibly lit up and relaxed into his seat. You were ok, you were going to be ok. The nurse helped remove the ventilator from your face and left the room.

 “Dad, I'm sorry–” Your father cut you off before you could get any more words out.

 “No, I'm sorry. I pushed too hard and didn’t notice you were drowning.” His voice was cracking. “Just, tell me next time, ok?”

 You nodded before bursting into tears. 

 “O-ok…it’s just that you’re so busy all the time and you have some much stress already I thought it’d be better to just keep it a secret. I didn’t mean to overdose, I swear.” You sobbed.

Matt took a sharp breath.

 “Let’s make an agreement,” Tears were streaming down his face too. “no more secrets.”

You quickly nodded.

 “No more secrets.”

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-Bonus-

 “Can you tell me what you do every night? I know you’re not working overtime.” You stared at him, he didn’t have his glasses on.

 He was clearly contemplating whether or not he should tell you.

 “You really wanna know?” He asked quietly.

 You nodded slowly. Your father sighed before leaning over to whisper in your ear while bringing his hand to prevent anyone from being able to read his lips.

 “I’m Daredevil.” He said quickly before sitting back in his chair.

 You stopped. Gears started turning in your mind. 

 ‘There’s no way, right?’

 “B-but–” You cut yourself off with a sharp laugh “you’re literally blind!”

 “Shh! Cameras,” Matt scolded lightly.

 You looked around the room. 

 ‘How’d he know there were cameras?’ 

 You blinked rapidly trying to piece together your dad being a vigilante. 

 ‘That would explain all the injuries.’ 

 “Huh.” Was all you could muster as you processed this information.

 Matt was biting the nail on his thumb with anxiety.

 “Wait! But you're like 80!” You exclaimed jokingly.

 Matt huffed out a laugh.

 “I’ll have you know I’m only 35.” He smiled.

 “Same thing, practically got one foot in the grave.” You giggled.

 Matt rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair. You grinned and for the first time in a while, you felt genuinely ok.