||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

Since when do you not look like a dude?

A/n- Flustered College Matt Murdock because why not? This is in a way based off the song Dress by Taylor Swift because I've had it stuck in my head for the past week. 

Also, college started again for me. I am soooo excited about it. (I hope you sense my sarcasm) Because of that my posting may be a little slower considering now I have both work and school to worry about. Please bare with me during all of this <3 

Word count: 2052

Matt had grown so used to the sweatpants, baggy t-shirts, and the men's dress shirts that you would take from him and Foggy when they wanted to get rid of them. They didn't fit you in any way, leaving your body a flat square as the shirts and pants hid whatever you had. 

But this...this was much different. 

First of all, there was no longing sent of Matt or Foggy on your clothes. The fabric wasn't the usual non-fitted type, it was much different. Maybe it was because it was new, or it had been washed so many times the lingering sent of him and Foggy was gone, or just the fact that it just fit you like a woman. 

The first thing he noticed when you walked into the party was the way you stood and walked with absolute confidence. Your posture was straight and your smile was like a beam of light to the rest of the room. 

Your hair had always been an issue, so you where known for wearing it in a ponytail or a bun to keep it out of the way. The boys would tease you endlessly saying that they would just chop your hair completely while you where sleeping, even getting to the point where your laughter on the matter would just about make you pass out. 

"Holy shit dude..." Matt and Foggy's friend Eddie said. His eyes where wide as he faced the entrance to the party, watching as you continued to walk towards them. "When did Y/n become...a girl." 

"What do you mean?" Foggy turned around, waving a hand up as his expression formed into the same one Eddie wore. You waved back, not the usual wacky wave you would give, but a smaller one so you wouldn't mess up your look. "Jesus Christ..."

Matt finally gained enough composer to speak.  He worked extra hard to keep his act of true blindness as he spoke. "What? Does she look good or something?"

Foggy had a smile form on his lips before he scoffed. "Uh yeah dude, she looks good. Really good. I didn't even know she owned a dress." His breathing slightly hitched, "I uh, I don't think she-"

"What?" Matt pressed, hoping his questioning didn't come off as too desperate, but he couldn't help it. "What is it?"

"She just turned around to say hi to someone." Foggy narrated. 

That wasn't enough for Matt. "...And?"

"How do you explain it...The dress doesn't have a back. What's that called again?"

Matt nearly choked on air when he went to speak. "An open back dress?"

"Yeah that!" Foggy pinpointed it, turning to Matt. He was sounding way to calm in compared to Matt's deadly crisis. "Hey, are you okay? Your acting strange." 

Matt cleared his throat. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine." The very thought of you walking around in an open back dress just about sending him into cardiac arrest. "I uh...I'm gonna go get something to drink real quick." 

Foggy furrowed his brows as he watched Matt leave the area and head to the bar. Truly, Matt didn't know why this was happening. He had always felt a certain way about you but tonight was a completely different story. He was willing to do anything just to get you to lay a finger on him. To say you made this man act internally feral was an understatement.