#↳ Muse ID: Matt Murdock / Daredevil

[apothekosm]

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Angela feels like the one person on earth for whom 'secret identities' just don't exist. No one EVER goes through the proper steps necessary to disguise themselves fully. Oh, sure, a full skull-mask might help from time to time... but even then, switching to a domino mask for an arc or two really throws 'secrecy' out the window.

Not even the point, Angela knew who Love Bug was before ever meeting her 'alter ego', simply by watching her. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, it was all so!!! Obvious.

Regardless, snitches absolutely get stitches so that information will never leave Angela's mouth, under fear of death!

She certainly alludes to it, though. Like... a fucking lot. The first time she ever 'met' Andie, Angela was wearing a bright pastel pink hoodie with the Love Bug spider-logo emblazoned across the chest, her nails painted varied shades of pink, gold, magenta and cyan, and all without the tiniest 'reveal' that she knew exactly what she was doing.

In the same vein as Matt Murdock wearing an 'I am Not Daredevil' sweater, if ever Angela's phone lights up with '💗🕷️ ' in the caller ID, she's going to make a pitstop to her nearest couture stash house around the city, so she can change into her 'I'm her biggest fan, wait, why are you making that expression, andie??' outfit.

[archivedjuice]

is it just me or does anyone else think that live action!karen admired matt for how put-together he seemed when they first met in 1.01 due to her previously (what she considered) disarrayed life and overtime that admiration turned into idolisation which bled into her romantic attraction/feelings for him. that idolisation could also be why when she learnt that he was daredevil, she preferred the vigilante 'daredevil' over the person behind the vigilante and as soon as he broke down and began acting almost recklessly as a trauma response in s3, she was so quick to hate him - because he had disrupted the idea of 'matt murdock' she thought him to be. maybe she was looking for a person to become after all the traumatic experiences she had gone through in vermont and matt's quick witted, put together appearance in the beginning of s1 had appealed to her?

i admire karen for how she eventually sheds this (theory) idea of needing inspiration for her character development. maybe im pulling this out of my ass but after rewatching the brief tension between her and foggy in s1 and seeing her relationship with frank i dont think her feelings for matt were entirely romantic.

[vireous-old]

❝ you want answers, they come with questions attached. ❞ (matt)

of course they did; matt gave up his other life for a reason, but he didn’t expect her to notice too much. he was the same matt, but... he made his decision. he chose to be the ‘hero’ instead of helping the little guy. maybe that was where it all went wrong. “how did you know where i was staying? not just a guess i’m assuming - who told you?”

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

More Than Friends

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: oral (f,m receiving, marking kinda, praise kink Matty, unprotected sex (wrap them joysticks okay), creampie, implied cockwarming

Genre: smut, some fluff

Summary: Somehow the fact that your roommate is daredevil isn't as big a secret as the way he feels about you

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You whistle to yourself as you munch on your last slice of bacon and set your dish in the sink.

"Good morning." Your roommate Matt strolls into the kitchen.

"Morning." You hum back.

"What's for breakfast?" He asks.

"Well, I made myself waffles." You say.

"Wait what about me?"

"Oh was I supposed to make you breakfast too?" You joke with him.

"If you don't, I'll spend all day at work losing cases because all I can think about it is how empty my stomach is."

"First of all, settle down drama queen. I was joking. Secondly, what do you do when I'm not here Matthew?" You scoff picking up his plate off of the counter to place it in front of him.

"Starve until you get back." He says and you fix him with an incredulous look as he smiles cutely at you.

"You are so annoying." You roll your eyes.

"You've told me before."

"Clearly not often enough." You muse. "I'm supposed to believe you can fight crime but can't make your own food." You shake your head.

"That's an entirely different skillset sweetheart."

"Maybe you should make it applicable lest you starve." You shrug.

"You are evil, woman." Matt shakes his head with a chuckle.

"Aw? Did I hurt the devil's feelings? How ever will I go on?" You gasp dramatically. Matt laughs casually while you tug open the fridge to put something back.

"Hey can I have some orange juice please?" Matt asks. You grab the bottle and pour him a glass. "Thanks." He mutters when the cup hits the island.

"Just a heads up Matty I'm going out tonight so I'll see you when you get back from patrols later okay?" You tell him.

"Wait you'll be out until I get back from patrols?"

"If I'm out that late I'm probably not coming home tonight at all." You muse but the way Matt's brows knit together makes you kill your laughter. "No- I expect to be back before you finish patrolling but I won't be here when you get off work and I didn't want you to panic when you came home to an empty apartment." You say.

"I would not panic."

"You always panic."

"Well where are you going?"

"Just- out. Meeting someone for drinks."

"Someone? Who's someone?" There's something in Matt's tone that you can't pick out.

"No one you'd know Matty. I don't have to tell you everything I do." You laugh.

"I'm just curious. We're friends, it's not uncommon to take interest in your friends lives is it?"

"Why're you asking me that like you've never had a friend before." You chuckle.

"You're derailing the conversation."

"And you're going to be late." You say. Truthfully you just don't want to tell Matt the details of your date. You haven't thought of navigating dating while living with him and you're hesitant to go there with him for reasons you don't want to admit.

"Wait what time is it?" He asks you.

"Quarter to nine."

"Shit- why didn't you say something?" Matt hops out of his seat.

"You're usually very good at keeping time, I didn't realize my personal life would be so distracting." You joke. Matt huffs as he grabs his cane and briefcase.

"Look- if you won't tell me who you're going with at least make sure someone knows where you are and who you're with. For safety reasons."

"Yeah my girlfriends already know." You chuckle.

"Who knows?"

"I'm not telling you Matty. Stop being nosy and go to work before Foggy starts ringing." You tell him.

"Just- be careful." He grumbles, leaving your apartment.

"A more dramatic man has never existed." You chuckle. Less than a minute later your phone rings. You let out a huffed laugh when you check the caller ID. "Hello?"

"I heard that." You roommate sasses.

"Good!" You nod before hanging up the phone. "You hear everything all the time anyway." You muse to yourself though you're sure Matt heard that too, as if he has nothing better to do. You put Matt's empty dishes is the sink and finish getting ready for your own job. You leave out maybe fifteen minutes after Matt, hoping to have a good day and an even better night.

When you return from work, the apartment is empty. Which is totally normal, Matt has a tendency to work well into the night, usually until somebody drags him from the office or he hears a crime six blocks away. You change from your work clothes into the dress you've picked for tonight. It's a satin cami dress that cinches at your thigh on one side and drapes to your knee on the other. You pair it with a clutch and matching heels before heading back out of your apartment. You quickly flag down a cab and give the driver the restaurant address. 

The drive isn't long and when you walk into the restaurant you instantly see your date sitting at the bar. You're meeting with a guy you met at a cafe a couple of weeks ago.

"James! Hi! I hope I'm not late." You smile at him as you walk over.

"Hi. No no no, you're fine. I got here early actually." He stands to give you a quick hug. The two of you quickly fall into conversation, laughing over drinks and snacks for a couple of hours. Eventually, you decide to continue chatting while walking, not ready for the night to end exactly but ready for a change in scenery. You gasp and let out a short yell when you trip over a cracked sidewalk.

"Oh jeez, are you okay?" James chuckles helping you up.

"Yeah I'm-"

"Is this guy bothering you miss?" A deep voice behind you startles you. James puts himself between you and the red suited man you know as your roommate.

"Woah dude where did you come from?" James looks him up and down.

"Excuse me I asked the lady a question." Matt says.

"Do you know this guy?" James frowns at you.

"No!" You say at the same time Matt says,

"Yes." You glance at him quickly.

"I met him once. It's not like we actually know each other but, we've met." You explain.

"I was nearby and heard the scream. I wanted to make sure there wasn't any trouble."

"Well thank you for your concern but I just tripped. I'm not in any danger." You say. "But you will be if you don't get out of here." You add quietly enough that James doesn't catch it but you know Matt hears.

"As long as everything's okay, you guys be safe." Matt nods.

"Yeah man, have a good night." James says. Matt brushes passed him, practically bumping James's shoulder as he walks between you and you have to stop yourself from scoffing at his petty behaviour while he walks away without a word.

"Geez." You whisper.

"Who was that guy again?"

"The devil of Hell's Kitchen. They call him Daredevil. He's Hell's Kitchen's personal vigilante."

"What's his problem?" James muses with a confused frown.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe the vigilante thing is getting to him." You shrug.

"You said you've met him before?"

"Yeah, just once."

"But you don't know him?"

"No one does I think. He wears the mask and by all accounts works alone. Ya know, lurking in the shadows. I don't think he's ever even seen during the day."

"Nobody told me when I moved here that there'd be vigilantes doing wellness checks." James jokes.

"To be fair I don't think that's standard practice." You laugh. There's a momentary lull in the conversation before James checks his watch.

"Oo, it's uh getting kinda late. Maybe be we should call it a night here?" He suggests almost awkwardly.

"Oh- uh sure. Yeah let's call it. I had a nice time." You tell him.

"Yeah- ditto. Did you- are you good getting home?" He asks.

"Yeah I live, just around the block. I'm alright. Thanks."

"Cool cool- I'll see you, then. Goodnight y/n." James says quickly. He squeezes your arm for just a moment before walking off. You're not sure from his pace but it almost feels like he's rushing off and you're not sure where the change came from. When you turn to cross the street you swear you catch a flash of red in one of the alleys that makes you suspect the reason for James's sudden anxiety.

"Oh you are so dead when you get home." You grit out, making your way back to your apartment. You don't even bother turning on the lights as you walk into your apartment. You toe off your shoes with a frustrated sigh and make your way to the bathroom, quickly taking off your makeup and getting in the shower. You're tempted to spend hours under the steaming hot water but you'd rather be done getting ready before Matt tries to sneak back in so eventually you get out, put on lotion, and throw on a large hoodie and shorts. You shuffle out of your room and into the kitchen intending to do the dishes. You don't even have to look to know Matt's back, the breeze from the window giving him away before you've seen him.

"You know, I never would have thought that after over a year we would need to have this kind of conversation about boundaries." You say.

"What are you talking about?" Matt asks.

"You and I both know that you didn't just stumble across me and James tonight. 'I was nearby and heard the scream' my ass. I tripped, you know I did. You were just looking for an excuse to be nosy after I told you it wasn't your business who I was going out with tonight."

"I wasn't being nosy."

"So what do you call crashing my date and scaring him off like a total weirdo?"

"I scared him off? If that halfwit can't protect you I definitely did you a favor."

"Matt it was a date not an interview for a bodyguard! I don't need him to protect me!" You huff out.

"I never said you needed him for anything. I know you don't, but Hell's Kitchen is dangerous. You never know what's lurking in the shadows."

"You mean besides my nosy ass roommate?"

"I'm being serious y/n."

"So am I! What made you think it was okay to crash my date tonight Matthew? That was totally out of line." You sigh. Matt is quiet for a long moment before he speaks again.

"I wasn't planning to. I was doing patrols and I heard your voice and- I just couldn't help myself. I was curious, you wouldn't tell me anything this morning."

"Honestly Matt the next time you decide to spy on me don't make your presence known." You roll your eyes. "I can't stop you from spying, your weird superhuman senses make it impossible, but at the very least, don't show up trying to play intimidation games. If the devil doesn't have more important things to do, let him rest." You say walking out of the kitchen, intent on going to your room. You can't change anything about the situation now, it's not worth fighting over it. When you pass by Matt he grabs your arm.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night. I didn't mean to I just- think you deserve better." He says quietly and in this moment he's glad only he can hear both your hearts, or you'd know how hard his is beating right now.

"I liked him Matt. He was nice." You say in defense of your date.

"Nice is the bare minimum. You can do better than the bare minimum." He grits out.

"You're very judgy for someone who doesn't date anyone ever." You scoff walking back around to the other side of the island.

"I don't go out with just anyone who winks at me."

"No you just sleep with them. That's so much better."

"Oh now who's judgy?"

"This is stupid Matt. Why are we fighting over this? I went on a date. You'd think I was working with one of the sickos you hunt down every night." You cross your arms.

"I just think you can do better." Matt shrugs.

"Dude you blindsided us in the middle of our first date. I haven't even decided if I'm going to see him again and now you are all in my ear giving your two cents like this is a wishing fountain."

"Don't." Matt says.

"What?"

"Don't see him again." Matt says caging you where you are with his arms on either side of you against the island.

"Why?" Your voice is suddenly so quiet you're sure anyone else wouldn't be able to hear you, but to Matt your voice is clear as ever.

"God what are you doing to me?" He breathes out dropping his head for a moment.

"Tell me, Matt. Why?"

"Because I love you, okay? I've been ignoring it for months. Willing it to go away but I can't get you out of my head. I can hear you and smell you all the time, at work, during my patrols- you're all I think about. And tonight, the idea of someone else getting to be with you the way I've been longing for- it's maddening. You are maddening. I love you and that's why you can't see him again."

"You love me?"

"Has it not been painfully obvious?"

"Look Matthew not everyone can hear someone's heart race when they walk into a room." You scoff and he laughs a bit.

"If you could you'd know my heart is beating so fast a medical professional would think it were about to burst."

"Right now?"

"Whenver I'm with you actually, but yes, right now." Matt nods. You place your hand on his cheek.

"You are incredibly confusing Matthew Murdock." You say quietly.

"I think I've been quite clear."

"I mean yeah now. After crashing my date and causing a fight. You could've led with this." You laugh.

"I didn't know how you'd react. I thought it wasn't worth the risk. I didn't want to ruin things. I'm only telling you now because I've managed to piss you off anyway. You're very important to me and I didn't want to lose you because of my feelings."

"Do you think you're losing me now?"

"I can't tell, you still haven't responded directly to my feelings." Matt says. You let what he said hang in the air for a moment before you react. Matt is very attractive, you've always known that and admittedly you've harbored a small crush on him for ages now you just never thought it'd amount to anything. You were comfortable enough with your dynamic that until now you hadn't considered changing that. You pull Matt's face close enough to yours to gently kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist tightly as he kisses you back. What started as something sweet quickly becomes fiery as Matt holds you against him. His hands travel down to your thighs and a gentle tap has you hopping up into his arms, your legs locking around his waist.

"If it wasn't obvious Matty I do reciprocate your feelings." You pull away long enough to tell him.

"Yeah. Got that." Matt adjusts enough to pull you into another kiss with a hand at the back of your neck. Matt walks down the hall with you in his arms, your tongue pushing and pulling against his. When you make it to his room, you hardly realize it, until Matt sets you down. "Every fiber of my being wants to fuck you into my mattress but I want you to know this is more than a quick lay for me so if it's too soon-" before Matt finishes is sentence you pull him towards you and kiss him again.

"If I thought you were just trying to fuck me and ruin our living dynamic we wouldn't be here right now Matt." You tell him.

"I just want you to know you mean more to me than that."

"I believe you Matty, stop thinking so hard." You say shoving him back onto his bed. He quickly sits up, his hands at your hips as he looks up at you.

"It's important to me that you know I-" you cut Matt off by pressing your lips to his.

"You're reckless and sometimes stupid but you're not a total fool. We live together and we like living together. It works for us. I don't think you'd ruin that just to get your dick wet." You tell him and your wording makes him chuckle.

"That sounds so crude." He huffs, placing kisses along your stomach.

"Play your cards right and it won't be the last crude thing you hear from me." You say. Matt finds the edge of your shorts and tugs them down with your underwear and you move back to step all the way out of them, his hands immedately pulling you back towards him once they're off.

"You've always had such a colorful vocabulary. Let's see how long before you're too blissed out to form a sentence." He hums, nipping lightly against your inner thigh.

"That's a big promise Matty." You let out a breathy laugh. He smirks up at you and shifts your legs to make room for his head between them.

"Feel free to scream sweetheart." He says and before you can offer a smart retort his tongue is diving between your folds. You let out a gasp, threading your fingers through his hair. His hands are firm at the back of your thighs as he eats you out. The way his tongue moves against your clit is languid but strong, slow strokes that tug deep at your core. He contrasts his heavy licks with thrusts of the wet muscle inside of you.

"Fuck that feels good." You pant out, tugging at his dark hair hard enough to make him groan. When Matt feels your legs tense under his grip, one hand joins his mouth between your legs. He slowly works you open with two fingers while his mouth focuses on your clit. With each thrust, his digits curl inside you in a way that tightens that coil of pleasure. His fingers move leisurely but in combination with the way his mouth sucks at your bundle of nerves when your orgasm hits all you can do is whine as pleasure crashes into you.

"God you taste amazing." Matt whispers as you tug at his hair to pull him away from you. You kiss him long enough that your lungs burn, savoring the taste of him and the way it mixes with you on his tongue. He tugs you onto the bed beside him and then stands, quickly stripping himself of the suit he hadn't yet taken off. You let your eyes travel freely down his frame, taking in every inch of exposed skin. With all your patching up post daredeviling you're quite familiar with shirtless Matt but this is the first time you're allowing yourself to shamelessly drink him in. "You're staring, aren't you?" Matt asks with a smile on his face that clearly shows his dimple.

"Of course I am. You're very hot." You tell him confidently.

"Am I?" He chuckles.

"Absolutely baby." You stand and with a hand at the back of his neck pull him into another kiss, your other hand roaming across his chest and abdomen. You enjoy the way you can feel his muscles react to your touch as you travel lower, eventually wrapping your fingers around his length. He immediately lets out a groan, breaking your kiss as you experiment stroking his dick. He's heavy and hot in your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Too soon Matt's hand closes around your wrist, pulling enough to make you release him.

"If you keep going I will cum in your hand, very quickly." He tells you.

"Maybe I want you to."

"I have other plans for tonight sweetheart." He tells you guiding you back towards his bed. When your legs hit the edge you allow yourself to fall back, watching as Matt crawls up after you. His lips are on yours again as he situates himself between your legs. You grab hold of him again, lining the head up with your entrance and Matt takes the hint, entering you with one sharp thrust that makes you both moan. Your breathing stutters at the way he stretches you and his hands squeeze your hips tightly as he relishes in the feel of your walls pulsing around him. Matt starts up a rhythm of sharp thrusts, hips slapping hard against yours. You pull him close to you with your arms around his neck, your back arching at the glide of him inside you. You moan a string of curses and drag your nails down his back harsh enough to make him hiss.

"Fuck- do that again." Matt grunts out against your neck. You trail your nails down again, harder this time and the action seems to pull at something inside him. His thrusts get harsher, deeper, intense enough to make you scream.

"God! That feels good." You groan.

"Yeah? You like the way my dick fills you?" Mattt huffs out.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" You whine out, pulling his hair hard enough to yank his head back so you can see his face. You stroke his cheek gently.

"You're so gorgeous Matty." You whisper.

"W-what?" He lets out a breathless chuckle. Your words cause his hips to stutter but only for a second, and he grunts as he picks up the pace again.

"You're grogeous. Just, so pretty." You tell him. Matt huffs out another laugh and buries his face in your neck again, hoping to hide his shyness. You whimper as he litters your throat with licks and nibbles.

"You are something else y/n." He groans, trailing kisses down to your breast, trapping a nipple between his lips. His tongue against your nipple tugs at your insides making you moan and squirm against him.

"Don't tell me you're just now finding that out." You joke. He quickly bites down on your nipple in response and you hiss out at the sharp pain that he soothes with his tongue. Matt's hand reaches between you, fingers finding your clit with ease. He rubs tight circles against the bundle of nerves causing your whole body to tense up.

"You're close. I can tell. Let go sweetheart." Matt mutters against your skin. He continues to toy with your clit, throwing you over the edge quickly, your breath leaving you as your orgasm hits you.

"Holy fuck!" You gasp, struggling to catch your breath as Matt continues to fuck you through your release.

"S-shit you're squeezing me so tight." Matt grunts.

"You're close aren't you Matty? Cum for me baby. Fill my pussy up Matty, please." You moan into his ear, your fingers scratching at his back again.

"Fuck." He growls, his hips stuttering before they still against yours, heat flooding your insides as he buries his head in your chest. His arms wrap around you gently as he comes down. You rake your hands through his hair.

"Matty? Are you okay?" You ask softly.

"Fine. I just wanna lay here a minute if that's okay. Been a long night." He mutters.

"Busy in Hell's Kitchen?"

"It always is." He groans.

"Even when you're making time to stalk me on dates?" You joke.

"Next time I won't have to because I'll be the date."

"Are you asking me on a date Matthew?"

"Will you say yes?"

"If you ask maybe."

"Will you go on a date with me y/n?"

"Yes, I will. This is totally not how I saw today going."

"I dunno this is the best way I've ended a day in a long time." Matt shrugs and you laugh, kissing Matt's forehead after a moment. You're not really sure what it'll mean for you both going forward or how much things are going to change but for now, you're content laying in Matt's arms with his weight on your chest, listening to his breathing settle as he drifts off.

***

[deceitfuldevil]

Hi! The prompts are so hard to decide from omg but my mind keeps going back to Action prompt 6 with Matt Murdock?

6. for one muse to help the other clean blood off of themselves

bzzzzt bzzzzt bzzz—

“Hello?” You asked groggily, not even bothering to read the caller ID and see who was calling at this godforsaken hour

“Y/n, hi, are you still awake?” Matt asked through his teeth, breathing through the pain. You sighed, thinking about how much of a stupid question that was.

“I am now” you grumbled, sitting up in bed and turning you bedside lamp on. “Shit, I’m sorry it’s just tha—”

“You’re hurt again, aren’t you?” You cut him off, already putting on your shoes.

“Yes, but really it’s not that bad I can clean myse—”

“I’m on my way.” You said, hanging up as Matt heard the other end click. He tried to say that on second thought he was and could patch himself up just fine, mostly because he felt bad for waking you so late. But you knew his ways, and knew that he would only call if it was something too much for Matt to bare himself.

It didn’t take you long to make it to Matt’s apartment in the dead New York night, and before you even knocked he called out “it’s unlocked.” probably hearing your heartbeat as soon as you came into the building.

You let yourself in and spotted Matt sprawled out on his couch, an old shirt clutched to his abdomen and shreds of tissue scattered under his jaw and along his nose. Your heart faltered at the sight of him so beat up, the shirt that he was holding his abdomen already soaked in blood. “Oh Matt..” you whispered, rushing over to his side.

“It’s not that bad..” he trailed off, making you scoff as you pulled out your kit to patch him up. “Yeah, just a couple more scars to add to the collection.” You said absentmindedly as you sat beside him, beginning to clean up the largest of his wounds.

“More for you to trace over when your bored.” Matt said with a soft smile adorning his face, almost looking sinister mixed with the blood that was dried on his lips. But even without the look on his face, his words caused a rush of heat to flood your face.

“It was one time, Murdock.” You said in a small voice, focusing in on the blood you we’re dabbing away from his gash, hoping he wouldn’t feel the heat raidiating off your face. He did.

“Yeah and it’s still the best sleep you ever had, or so you told Karen.” Matt said confidently, making you look up at him in shock. “You heard that?!” You whisper-shouted, trying to respect his neighbors.

“You do remember who I am right?” Matt quipped, practically able to feel the roll of your eyes.

“Okay Mr. Daredevil, let me get this last few cuts.” You said as you swung one leg over Matt’s torso, straddling him so that you could clean up a cut on his jaw. You were able to swipe at it with an alcohol swab until you felt Matt tense underneath you.

“Everything alright Matty?” You asked, glancing up to him as his breathing shallowed out. He provided a simple nod, unfocused eyes gazing ahead. You brushed it off and dabbed his cut clean, moving up and cleaning up a final cut on his nose.

As you finished up, you realized you could feel Matt’s breath on your lips and now it was your turn to tense up. The feeling of his hands rested calmly on your hips became ever prevalent as you became aware of your compromising position.

“Matt?” You said, barely above a whisper, he merely hummed in response. “You’ve got a little bit of blood right…here” you said quietly, brushing a cloth over his lips gently. You stared down at his pump lips, heart thumping erratically out of your chest.

“Y/n?” Matt called out. “Yeah?” You asked. “Can I…?” He trailed off. “please.” You said so softly if it wasn’t for his abilities he would’ve never heard it. That was all the confirmation he needed, Matt slipped his hand underneath your chin and pulled you in. Pressing his lips to yours, allowing you to taste the metallic sheen from the blood you just cleaned off as all your pent up emotions for Matt poured out into the sweet kiss.

As you pulled away, your smiled wide and rested your forehead against his. “That was overdue.” You said with an exasperated tone, breathless from the kiss. “Long overdue.” Matt said in agreement, pulling you in for another kiss.

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Okay I’m bad at doing short blurbs but I hope this was up to your expectations! Also love that I begged for requests today completely forgetting I had plans, so I wrote this while watching a cheesy horror movie with a twelve year old, good times. Thanks for reading!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[daredevilexchange]

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What types of fanworks do you create?  I only create fics. While I am in awe of artists, it's not a skill I have ever developed. I tend to hear stories in my head more than seeing images, so it often feels like my job is just recording the voices that I hear.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you're not creating?  I love all kinds of fanart. I've had some art that was created especially for my fics, and that is - in my opinion - the greatest complement I've ever been given.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? Daredevil is the first comic I ever read. I was diagnosed with a visual impairment at age 12 (before then I just thought I had crappy eyesight), and my dad gave me a copy of Frank Miller's Born Again to read. In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best parenting choice, but I was hooked. I read everything there was to read, and branched outwards from there. So I love ANY iteration of Matt I can get my hands on, and I like how many different readings of him there can be. Some of my favorite tropes are Matt getting overwhelmed, Matt describing stuff and, of course, sex god Matt Murdock... I've noticed recently a real push on Tumblr from fans to add Image Descriptions (ID) onto posts with images. Maybe it's just because of the blogs I follow, and I know it's not exclusive, but from my perspective the majority of these additions are coming from people I know to be in the Daredevil fandom. As someone who needs to use these about 25% of the time (or just stay off of social media all together...) I can think of nothing better than this being our fandom's legacy!!!

Do you like participating in fan events? I do! I like making things more than I like getting them, honestly. I always find the focus that's needed to make something extra special for someone else to be an interesting way to push myself. 

What about your creating process? I write when I can. Usually the words come to me when I'm doing something else. If I just sit and stare at the screen, more often than not I get nothing (which means I'm constantly losing sprints!!) Generally I get my best ideas when I'm in the shower. 

Do you interact a lot with other fans?  I interact with a few fans, especially those I beta for, but I'd love to be more involved with the Daredevil community. Some people post comments on all of my fics, and I want to be your friend but I'm SHY!!!!!!! Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post?  I just completed a piece called "The Place You Need To Reach" for the 2020 Daredevil Exchange (DDE: exchange tag here!). The request was for Comics Peter Quill and NMCU Matt Murdock. I have never read a single Star Lord or Guardians of the Galaxy comic, so doing the research to get Peter's tone right was a lot of fun for me.

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about?  Daredevil is my main fandom, but I find that Clint Barton often works his way into all of my fics, and Hawkeye (both Clint and Kate) is probably my #2 comics fandom. I think I'm drawn to disaster people, and a lot of my fics focus on said disaster people finding each other and trying to figure out a way to take care of each other and, in doing so, take care of themselves.

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? I love connecting with people to talk about fandom in general!! I'm currently working on my PhD looking at adaptations of legacy Marvel characters, but I'm also here to just chat nonsense. I don't know if I have any anti-ships, but my OTP is Stucky and my OT# is Team Red (But I'm not a loyalist. I also like Steve/Sam, Winterhawk, and all sorts of other variations of other Marvel characters. In conclusion, sell me on your ship I am here for it!! ) Where can your fanworks be found? https://archiveofourown.org/users/Gwenpools_Aesthetic/pseuds/Gwenpools_Aesthetic

Thank you, @gwenpoolsaesthetic!

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[vireous-old]

 “i’ve taken worse beatings then this before; part of the charm.” that  and matt  could take a beating for days and still say he was fine. being raised  catholic did that to him or maybe that was due to his father. either way, he didn’t think too much into it. “i’ll be fine, really.”

// @spiidermade

[vireous-old]

❝ make them remember. ❞ (matt)

all it really would take was one well placed  strike. the entire city would remember who he was. not matt, but the  devil. the devil, who was back in full force. she just gave him the opportunity he needed. “tonight,” he said, hands clenching into tight fists. “the city will burn.”

[vireous-old]

   “it’s called a mask; people wear them all the time.” well, maybe not, but in this case matt was willing to go with any line. Even if it didn’t exactly add up or make any sense  for the moment.

// @thc-wrong-side-of-heaven

[vireous-old]

this wasn’t exactly what he would have liked; breaking in someplace just to get some information. matt always held himself above the law - even if he went beyond it - , but these days everything blended together. right, wrong, and otherwise was just a big blur. he didn’t know if he’d ever make sense of it again and at the same time? well, he didn’t want to either.

   “just answer my questions and i’ll be out of there.”

// @byhosts

[archivedjuice]

my favourite part is the fact that matt just gets to work, immediately asks about a beheading and foggy just immediately jumps into joking about it instead of either being like: 1) where tf did you get this information? or 2) why tf are you asking us? like how many times has matt have had to ask puzzling questions about strange events or stuff he shouldn't have heard but did for this to be normal to foggy? normal enough for foggy to be joking about it and poor karen in the back probably second guessing why she came to work for two weirdos

marvel's daredevil - 1.05

[vireous-old]

            “we can do this one of two ways; the easy or the hard way.” matt didn’t care which one was chosen. he just wanted to go back to his ‘crime free’ night and relax. though, it didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon.

// @pitbxrn

[vireous-old]

   “--- don’t you have something better to do than swing where you don’t belong?” was he in a bad mood? yes, yes, he was. “ i got this handled.”

//  @aiisliing          ---      Peter Parker

[vireous-old]

   a deep breath escaped his lips at the other’s words; defending loki would be tricky, but on earth — everyone deserved a valid defense. it didn’t matter what they had done. “i’m not well versed in the full law of the nine realms.” rather, he knew what he could do in a court of his own against a human or powered individual, but beyond that? he would have to pull out some tricks that while deplorable… could work.

       “he may be your brother, but for this to work,” he said, trying to get a plan together in his head, “we would need to chose a venue for trial that is beyond the jurisdiction of all government.” wakanda was a good place, but isolated – it wouldn’t work to bring everyone in. the united states was far too complicated; a majority of loki’s crimes were created on us soil and it was a reason to why he wanted to avoid it there as well.

      “i’ll defend him, but i need to know everything.” by everything, matt meant that he would need to know about his childhood, and everything that could possibly relate to him. character witnesses would work — even bringing in other asguardians to prove or disprove statements. it would be hard work, but it wouldn’t just put matt on the map — it would get him more high-level cases.

      “we also have to make sure that there is no outside interference.” or, in-short, keeping loki from doing any more damage than had been done already. “criminal or otherwise, if i’m going to do this… i’ll do it right.”

// @fryordie xxx

[archivedjuice]

notice how i said 'charlie cox's matt murdock'. yeah, it's a well known fact that comic!matt sleeps around but - as a seasoned daredevil comic reader that regularly speaks about it and engages in conversation about it online - this has only become a problem within the past week. you're - we're - definitely allowed to joke but when it gets to a point where i can't even point out serious character/plot points or literary devices in my posts without someone calling him a slut rather than actually contributing to the conversation, i think it's unfair to charlie cox as an actor and the writers who put in work in his character on either shows. also it's annoying

hey can i bitch about something rq

[vireous-old]

  weird ass shit was just the beginning of it all. to fight for hells kitchen, meant he had to expand his view; to protect his part of the city, he had to focus on the larger picture. that meant that sometimes… he had to play by another set of rules. a reason to why he was here; doing what was needed and breaking his own code. maybe it was the wrong thing to do, but he didn’t expect anyone else here… a reason to why he was attempting to have things go over smoothly, ❝ you really don’t want to know. ❞ what else could he say at any-rate? that there were bodies and they were his fault --- he knew they were alive ( if just barely ). yet, he wasn’t about to disclose that information.. not yet, ❝ trust me. ❞ 

// @plurcspopulus xxx