#if matt is just enjoying his little indulgence foggy will be nice. but once some mean comment flies his way he does not allow matt to have

[thedevotionaltour]

i have very convoluted ideas about matt food enjoyments and preferences and many of my ideas do come back to him being a fucking hypocrite about a lot of shit. he was definitely growing up on cheap gas station corner store vending machine snacks and even if he lost a good few of them due to The Sensory i think he would still enjoy more of them than most would think or at least be used to a lot of them still so he doesnt quite mind it. i think of it as a familiarity comfort thing. yes he knows how grossly artificial the apple hostess pie tastes he can taste every preservative in it but see he loves the preservative it's his best friend he's known since a child and his dad didn't stop stocking them in the pantry ever even during periods when matt wasnt super into them but they were always there and didnt fail him and he was always able to grab one when he'd come back home during breaks at college. so he likes them and yes he does keep them in his cupboard at home. he doesnt like when foggy points out how matt has some in his desk. because of his hypocrite nature. he likes to go well i keep in shape so it's fiiiiine and foggy smacks him upside the head.

[pomegranate-belle]

gIvE uS tHE DD hAiR bRAiDiNg foggy/matt FiC!!!!

*Waves wand*, and fill it with enough angst and fluff to hurt my fandom heart in every way.

Or at least I’m assuming that’s the same anon, lol - well, the hair braiding fic is nowhere near done and I still don’t know how to end it, but here’s part one, aka the one that actually has the hair braiding in it:

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“Foggy, I need to study,” Matt insisted, though not as firmly as he’d intended; a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth and he couldn’t quite force the expression down.

“What you need is to learn a new life skill, buddy. Studying for Thompson’s midterm can wait, it’s not for another two weeks. Now c’mere, how are you gonna score a girlfriend if you can’t even braid her hair? That’s like domestic sexiness 101.”

“I’m not sure domestic sexiness is my style,” retorted Matt, just to be contrary — but he did stretch, stand from his desk, and shuffle over to Foggy’s bed.

“Which is why despite your impossible good looks and charming personality you’ve just been living a year-long string of one night stands. You deserve more than that, dude, and it starts here.”

He wasn’t sure how to argue with Foggy that he was perfectly happy with the one night stands. It was tough to feel lonely or starved for affection with Foggy for a best friend, after all. But then again, it wasn’t like it was exactly a chore to indulge Foggy’s silly whims. Matt often enjoyed it, actually.

“Ok, ok, you win, Fogs.” He lifted his hands, flexing his fingers a little. “Gimme your hair.”

There was a swish of the hair in question as Foggy shook his head.

“Absolutely not,” he insisted. “There’s a process to this, you heathen. Hair-braiding is a sacred ritual, you never ever do it standing up. Sit. I’m pointing at the bed very authoritatively.”

Foggy was using that imperious mock-serious tone he always tended to slip into whenever he lectured Matt about things he’d been ‘woefully deprived of, Jesus, Matt, did the nuns outlaw fun or something?’ Matt hadn’t really had the heart to tell him it was nothing to do with the nuns — Matt himself just wasn’t a very sociable kid. Part of that was a natural shyness he’d never quite overcome. Part of it was his blindness; or rather, the way people treated him because of it. Part of it was Stick. Foggy was the first person in Matt’s life, post-Stick, who’d really managed to slip past the walls he put up to keep the world out. So of course Foggy was the first one to do a lot of things with him. That didn’t mean he was deprived, though.

“Matt? Bud? You with me?”

Matt jolted out of his thoughts and gave a jerky nod.

“Um. Bed, right?” he asked, fumbling for the mattress and patting it a few times before sitting down on the edge. “Sacred ritual. I’m with you.”

“Yup, and the sacred ritual includes sitting crisscross applesauce, so get those shapely legs up here, Murdock.”

Matt grinned, shaking his head and kicking off his shoes.

“Oh, well,” he said indulgently, pulling his legs up onto the bed and crossing them, resting his hands on his ankles. “If that’s how it’s done.”

“Yup! Perfect. Here, I’ll do one up first so you can get your feelers on it before you try one,” Foggy offered.

Matt had touched a braid before — run his fingertips over one in some ex or other’s hair — but he didn’t say so to Foggy; no need to ruin his fun. Instead, Matt just nodded. The sounds of Foggy braiding were quiet and rhythmic, and every shift of his hair sent a slight waft of shampoo scent — green apple — in Matt’s direction. There was a snap of elastic as Foggy tied the braid off, and Matt was already lifting his hands. Which was fine. Normal. Foggy had soft hair. Matt had noticed, that was all, because Foggy was a touchy-felt sort of guy. Matt did not have a problem.

Their fingers brushed as Foggy passed the length of braided hair into Matt’s waiting grasp. The pattern of the braid was about half an inch wide, and the over-under sequence continued evenly the entire length of the plait. When he reached the hair band, Matt dropped his thumb to run it over the ends of Foggy’s hair.

“You just pass the strands on the outside over the middle one,” Foggy explained cheerfully. “Make them the new middle strand, basically. First left, then right, then left again. Make sense?”

“Yeah.” Matt let go of the braid. “Yeah, makes sense.”

“Great! Let me just, I’ll move so this braid won’t be in your way — let you at the left side of my hair instead.”

Foggy turned, and his knee brushed one of Matt’s — he was sitting with his legs crossed too, apparently. Part of the sacred ritual, Matt thought with a fond grin. When he was situated, Foggy tapped the back of Matt’s hand. In turn, Matt offered up his arms, palm out, and his fingers were gently guided to Foggy’s hair. One of Matt’s fingertips brushed the shell of Foggy’s ear while he was gathering a section of hair to work with, and they both shivered a little. Which was normal. Ears were sensitive and didn’t usually get touched.

Matt shook his head and began working on a braid.

—

“That’s too loose, man, you’ve gotta hold all three strands at once to keep it tight.”

“I don’t have three hands,” Matt complained.

“Good, because if you did that’d be pretty freaky,” retorted Foggy good-naturedly. “Look, you’ve just gotta shuffle them a little. Once you cross one strand into the middle, slip it between your other fingers so you can keep moving the next one, that’s all.”

Which, sure, sounded easy enough, but it wasn’t at all. Matt fumbled and lost his grip on the strands of his braid six more times before Foggy finally let him tie it off. It wasn’t a smooth, tight plait like the one Foggy had done, but at least it held together.

“It’ll do,” Foggy declared magnanimously. “You’re awesome enough that even a sloppy braid is probably ok. It’s really more about the journey anyway, not the result.”

Matt shook his head, chuckling.

“The journey?”

“The journey,” repeated Foggy firmly. “Running your hands through her hair. That’s the whole point, and it’s way more important than the braid because it’s, like, intimate and sexy.”

Matt sighed, though his mouth continued to try to pull into a smile.

“It didn’t seem very intimate or sexy to me,” he pointed out.

“Of course it didn’t, dude,” said Foggy. “First off, you’re still learning — you’re concentrated on the braid itself rather than making the braiding momentous. Plus, we’re just buddies. The vibe is totally different with someone you’ve got the hots for.”

“A vibe of domestic sexiness?” Matt ventured just to tease him.

“Precisely, Murdock, precisely.”

Nodding, Matt plucked at the seam of his sweatpants.

“Sure, and you achieve that by, by playing more with the hair instead of just braiding, right?”

“Now you’re getting it!” Foggy agreed.

“Well, if that’s the important part, I can’t skimp on it,” said Matt very reasonably.

As predicted, Foggy laughed.

“I knew you were hiding the heart of a romantic under all those playboy moves,” he bragged, slugging Matt lightly in the shoulder. “Ok, go for it. But just know, it takes a lot to make Foggy Nelson swoon.”

The grin was so evident in Foggy’s voice that Matt could almost see it in his mind’s eye.

“Here, turn— turn around,” he said suddenly, without quite meaning to. “That’s the best way to do it, right?”

It was just another part of the joke. Because it wouldn’t be sexy or anything. Like Foggy had said, they were friends, not. You know. So it would be funny instead, over the top and silly, like when Foggy had called Matt ‘honeybunch’ in a goofy voice to tease the guy in their Poli Sci class that asked if they were dating.

“Good instincts,” Foggy agreed cheerfully. “Here let me... I’ll get these two braids out so you have more to work with, then...”

The sheets rustled and the bed dipped as he moved. One of the hair bands was pressed into Matt’s hand, and he slipped it over his wrist for safekeeping. Then, when Foggy indicated he was ready, Matt buried his fingers in Foggy’s hair, massaged his scalp a little as he gathered strands together in his opposite hand. There was a soft, barely-audible sigh — and then, louder, a pleased groan.

Matt swallowed. His own heart was pounding so hard in his ears that he couldn’t hear Foggy’s. The joke didn’t seem so funny anymore.

“Maybe I should ask for a shoulder rub while you’re at it,” mused Foggy, leaning back a little. “Your hands are super firm. Plus I have this kink in my neck from falling asleep at my desk this morning.”

“I thought this was about bettering my relationship skills,” Matt pointed out, still somehow able to muster a wry, teasing tone despite how dry his mouth had gone. “Are you just taking advantage of me?”

“That’s such a mercenary way to put it!”

“I’m not hearing a denial.”

Nonetheless, Matt continued to comb his fingers through Foggy’s hair, smoothing out the few tangles he found. He was surprisingly calm; his hands didn’t shake at all as he worked, splitting the hair he’d gathered into three sections. It was reassuring to know at least part of him was under control, considering he was pretty sure he was going through some kind of— gay crisis or something.

It was easier, working with larger sections. Matt wasn’t nearly as clumsy, and he finished the braid quickly.

He tied it off with the elastic band he’d put over his wrist and then, daringly, brought it to his lips. Foggy’s hair, soft and sleek against Matt’s fingers, felt somehow impossibly softer against his mouth. Would every part of him feel softer, Matt wondered, and his head spun at the thought of slotting their lips together the way he did with pretty-smelling girls at parties.

“Matty? You done?”

Foggy’s voice was unaffected, and it sliced through Matt’s ridiculous fantasy like a hot knife through butter. He dropped the braid, hands shaking.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “Yeah, it’s. It’s done.”

The bed creaked and shifted as Foggy moved. There was a quiet rasp of skin on hair.

“Oh, wow! Nice work, my young padawan — I think you just leveled up in hair braiding.”

“And the sexiness?” Matt asked, like an idiot.

“Hey, if I was one of your one-night-stands, I’d definitely put out again after a braid like this,” came the laughing reply, followed by a groan, the sound of Foggy’s back popping, and the bed dipping more deeply as he turned to face Matt again. “Maybe even agree to a second date, which is the real goal.”

Matt could feel the heat creeping agonizingly up his cheeks, to the tips of his ears, and hoped it wasn’t as apparent to Foggy’s eyes as it felt. There was nothing particularly graphic or descriptive in the words ‘put out’ and yet Matt couldn’t choke out a reply past the lump in his throat. He sat rigidly, resisting the urge to squirm.

“Well,” he managed finally, with a herculean effort. “Mission accomplished.”

“I’d return the favor,” said Foggy, tapping Matt on the shoulder and then smoothing his hand up to ruffle Matt’s hair, “but there’s not much here to work with on the braiding front.”

Matt tried for a laugh, but it came out more like a strangled wheeze. Everywhere Foggy touched felt electric — Matt’s whole skull lit up with singing nerves.

“I’m not gonna grow it out,” he managed to say with a relatively steady voice and a probably-less-steady smile.

“You’d end up with a mullet and look terrible,” agreed Foggy, still petting Matt’s hair. “Then you wouldn’t even get all those girls swooning over how hot you are, they’d be too embarrassed by your haircut. That’s fine, buddy, it just takes a certain kind of man to rock long hair the way I do.”

Matt was hit with a sudden urge to bury his hands in that long hair, then bear Foggy back onto the bed and, and—

And Matt was going to die. He’d only even considered what kissing Foggy would be like two minutes ago and it was already taking over his brain. How was he going to function if it didn’t stop? Was that what the really conservative nuns meant about gayness being contagious?

No. No, that was silly.

The mind controls the body, Matt reminded himself. He just needed to focus and control his mind, then he’d stop thinking about it and everything would go back to normal.

Foggy finally removed his hand from Matt’s hair, which thankfully returned a couple of his higher brain functions to working order. Including the one to help him remember he was part of a conversation where it was his turn to speak.

“Considering that horrible, scratchy goatee you had when we met, I’m not sure I entirely trust your judgment on attractive hair,” he said at last with the rude grin that usually made Foggy threaten to thump him with a pillow.

Foggy huffed.

“Ok, I admit the goatee was terrible,” he said. “But chicks really do dig the long hair— Oh, shit! Speaking of girls, I’ve got a date I’m gonna be late for! Shit, shit, shit���”

There was a whirlwind of movement and noise, as Foggy leapt off the bed and began stumbling around the room. A thump of shoes being kicked and then slid on, a jingle of metal—

“Ok, wallet, phone, keys...!” Foggy muttered, and the slightly-heavier swish of the braid in his hair mixed with the scent of his shampoo made something in Matt’s chest squeeze. “Here I go, see you later, Matt!”

With a quick but heart-stopping smack of lips to Matt’s temple that Matt wasn’t even sure Foggy registered doing, he was out the door. Matt sat very, very still for approximately three minutes, and then flopped backwards onto Foggy’s bed with a groan, throwing an arm over his burning face.

[fadedtoblue]

Some spoiler-y thoughts on DDS3

I finally got a full night’s of sleep after being awake for about 24 hours lol, so I think I can start communicating like a regular person again. I feel like I still have a lot to process about DDS3 overall, but I thought it might be nice to share a few thoughts while it’s semi-fresh, and maybe later I’ll try to expand on them as need.

Anyway, spoilers below the cut....:)

Overall, this was a wonderful and satisfying season of Daredevil - it felt like they took the things that were notable about S1 and S2 and improved upon them by leaps and bounds. The result was a S3 that was sharply focused and consistently written, plotted like a single focus story (a la S1) while in actuality serving a broad group of equally important characters and intertwining storylines (like S2) - yet I never felt like they lost their grip on the steering wheel. There would be moments in the plot where I’d think, “Wait, are they going to address that plot point / answer that question, etc?” and in the next scene or at least by the next episode, they did. Whoever was in charge of keeping their scripts consistent and not leaving plot holes, extra gold stars to them b/c they did a fucking fantastic job. Kudos to Erik Oleson for coming in with a very clear and intentional plan and executing the shit out of it. 

Here are some things that were notable for me this season:

Matt Murdock. Look, I was pretty worried coming into this that we were getting Dark!Matt and not much else - I love my emo son as much as the next person, but it was hard for me to imagine how we’d get to a positive ending if all we were getting was dark and more dark. And while yes, we did get a lot of dark and emo and raging at God Matt, there were clear and purposeful moments of growth he made throughout the entire series to get from the Matt that washed out of Midland Circle, barely alive, broken and bereft over losing Elektra to the Matt at the end, accepting who he is as DD AND Matt Murdock and ready for whatever the future holds for him and his friends. 

Quick aside for my Mattelektra peeps: I wish he could have actually talked about the events of Midland Circle and better processed the trauma of that and losing Elektra - for the most part, it all gets grouped under ‘general rage at God and life’ during the early episodes and none of the people around him at the time, namely Sister Maggie and Father Lanthom, actually understand what happened with Elektra. BUT we do get shown a bunch of Mattelektra scenes from DD and TD and I realize that the show really didn’t need to do that, so I’m trying to be grateful that we were shown that little glimpse into Matt’s mind right before he comes to. Because it was necessary reminder that part of why he’s broken is not just that he lost some of his senses and abilities, but because he lost Elektra - again.

Thanks for indulging my moment there everyone lol. Anyway, Matt Murdock was A++++ in all scenes and states of clothedness. In conclusion: I still love him. 

Avocado Trio feels. As someone who has always enjoyed this trio, but maybe not as much the individual characters on their own, I am really pleased that they actually got the band back together again, and not only that, I came out of this season with positive vibes for both Karen and Foggy but ESPECIALLY Foggy. Goddamn, Foggy was the fucking MVP. First, he looked damn good this year. The haircut and the suits are working for him. But also, this particular team of writers actually wrote Foggy in a way that feels more true to what I had always wanted from Foggy - someone who was smart, resourceful, caring, and most of all, THERE FOR MATT. I felt like his decade long friendship with Matt finally paid off in his characterization and he wasn’t being pushed off to the side to further someone else’s narrative. My favorite moment was when Karen was ready to throw in the towel, but Foggy talks about how everyone has abandoned Matt and he’s not going to do it too. It warmed the cockles of my cold, cold heart. 

I’m also pretty satisfied with how they finally revealed Karen’s backstory and damn if they didn’t make me feel sad and impressed with her at various points - her phone call with her dad / her dad telling her to leave after Kevin’s death and the 1v1 face off with Kingpin being two such examples. She might not ever be a favorite of mine but she was represented well this season for sure. I’m also grateful that they actually allowed her and Matt to air their shit out in a semi-realistic way. They acknowledged there was a lot of shit and baggage and didn’t just try to rush them to some kind of romantic conclusion. In fact, this season was refreshing in that romance was never a primary plot for any of the characters! There was enough going on with the story that the sort of angsting that kind of plot usually brings would have just been distracting. Any relationships were contained to people who were already in them, like Foggy and Marci, or Kingpin and Vanessa. The focus for these characters was really on rebuilding trust and the overall friendship / family bonds between all three. That was one of my hopes for the season and it delivered :). 

Okay, I’m getting to the point in this post where I’m getting tired with my own babbling LOL, so I’m gonna try to bullet point some more notable moments:

Kingpin - Smart and menacing and I loved the take on him as being this ultimate spymaster. It was really well done and I think once you saw the full breadth of the conspiracy - it was really good. And I guess in this same point I’ll shout out Vanessa - I was SO glad to see her again and dang, she just has a presence on screen that is hard to match. I am looking forward to seeing her as badass Vanessa Fisk - maybe she hires a freelancer named Elektra Natchios as her own personal assassin since Bullseye is gonna have it out for both Fisks?? Would that not be an AMAZING duo?

Dex aka Bullseye. I loved how they established his origin and his psychopathy - it made a lot of sense to me how this inherently broken, mentally ill person could have flown under the radar for as long as he did, and that someone like Fisk would be able to manipulate him to his own ends. Wilson Bethel is easy on the eyes for sure, but I thought he did an amazing job playing a guy who always seemed on the edge of cracking. He played all the shades of Bullseye very well. I’m looking forward to seeing him again as the primary big bad and GIVE ME BULLSEYE v ELEKTRA YOU COWARDS. Speaking of which, that reminds me, I want to point out the Bullseye was literally a diagnosed psychopath who was incapable of showing empathy whereas they kept trying to tell us Elektra was a sociopath but she clearly is not - she definitely had some sociopathic tendencies, which likely developed from her very messed up upbringing and exposure to violence, and when they bring her back, she will probably keep on some of those characteristics b/c of the sort of fighter than she is, but let’s just put it to rest already. And yeah, I want those two to give me a 1v1 fight for the AGES. DD who? 

Sister Maggie. LOOK. I don’t feel like I should have been surprised with any of the stuff that happened with Maggie but everything about it was a HIGHLIGHT. I loved the way Joanne Whalley conveyed the character - every time I saw her and Matt interact, I knew it was gonna be good. When they finally reveal her as Matt’s mom (whew!), I was genuinely moved. When she realizes that Matt has found out her secret and is gone, the way she runs to his bed and completely breaks down at losing her son again? I WAS A BLUBBERING MESS. The forgiveness and acceptance in their reconciliation was something my soul desperately needed and I’m so glad we received. We better see more scenes of the Murdocks together in the future!

Ray Nadeem. Um, who would have thought I'd be so sad to lose Ray by the end of the season! The overall FBI conspiracy felt surprisingly fleshed out and was something I got pretty damn invested in (SO MUCH better than the conspiracy in TPS1). All the shifts and turns and betrayals of this particular storyline could have been very cheesy, but they ended up being working because they were almost character moments first? Because we know Ray and his relationship with Hattley, with Dex, even overall with the FBI, and then of course knowing his home life and his family...every time shit hit the fan, or a personal betrayal occurred, it really hurt. And that we got that super fun escape sequence with Ray and Matt in their civvies and then Ray’s final act of heroism with his dying declaration...RIP Ray. You will be missed. 

God, I haven’t even touched on the non character stuff, like the fights and shit, but I gotta wrap it up now before I bore myself to death :). I’m curious what everyone else thought of the season - feel free to hit me up if you wanna chatter about it!!

[regrettablewritings]

Technically he wasn't included in the list of one's you could write for but I know you've written for him before, would you be willing to do a Matt Murdock x Reader for the ship meme? Either way, thank you. Your the best.

Crap, I knew I was forgetting something! Sure thing, though! Apologies beforehand if it’s not up to par – I did my best with all the crap going on today.

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?: When you first met Matt, you were just like everybody else and bought the schtick where he acts unassuming due to his disability. Nobody could blame you, that was the point of it. However, what stood out to you most was his apparently big heart: After all, most forms would turn you down upon hearing what little (yet all) you had to offer regarding the inhospitable conditions at your place of work.

But according to the Nelson part of Nelson & Murdock, any price was perfectly fine (“Feel free to throw in a blueberry pie,” he joked). And the Murdock half flashed a smile in your general direction, assuring you that they would get to the bottom of this. To your surprise, they not only did but also did so while treating you like an actual goddamn human being.

As for Matt, the first thing he thought of when he met you was, “She’s innocent.” Of course, he meant this in reference to your heartbeat when discussing your situation, as he always did when concerning a potential client. But the more he talked to you about the case, the subsequent things regarding your personal life he learned. And the more vivid of a picture he had in his head.Due to his reliance on sound and the things he could hear, as well as how secretive he actually was, Matt managed to develop a newfound opinion of you before you could of him.By the time the two of you accepted yourselves as a couple, Matt knew you as a resourceful type of person who wanted to make sure that the ones she cared about were comfortable and taken care of. However, if shit went down, you were absolutely not afraid to take a stand and call bullshit.You, on the other hand, still held your belief that Matt had a big heart. The problem was, it took a very long while before you also realized how self-destructive he could be. And it makes you worry tremendously. You still admire him, but you really wish he’d quit playing the martyr.

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?: Foggy’s beyond glad that you’ve entered Matt’s life because he foolishly believes that with a healthy love life, it’ll force Matt to have to reconsider his actions. He’s always been foolhardy, using the stigma of a docile blindman to convince others not in the know that he was careful with his decisions and actions. Perhaps having you and something to strive for besides the safety of Hell’s Kitchen might give him a reason to not be such a martyr and quit volunteering to jump in front of the swinging fist of some thug.Karen, similarly, is glad that there’s somebody who can look out for Matt potentially more because you’re more likely to be in a more intimate setting than she and Foggy would as just friends.Matt nearly won your friends and family over by the mere mention of him being a lawyer. Of course, it did come up that his particular firm was notorious for accepting cases with payments of pies, bananas, and IOUs. You really tried to hype up that this was due to Matt’s good hearted nature, but it was still accepted with some hesitancy.Otherwise, they don’t find him unpleasant and as long as you’re both happy and he treats you well, they can’t find too much to gripe about. (Though your folks still make occasional jabs at the question of his ability to provide for you in terms of a long-term relationship…)

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?: Matt’s protectiveness works well with your need to assure the comfort of others. Additionally, you both have a sense of justice. The difference is that his involves dressing up like a devil and doing parkour around ten blocks of New York nearly every night and beating the shit out of people.

What is their favorite aspect of each other?: You enjoy Matt’s wit, and he enjoys how you can make a person feel comfortable. He keeps you laughing with his dry humor, and your thing for hospitality meant you helped repay Nelson & Murdock by redecorating the office to feel less sterile and unprofessional.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?: Technically speaking, Matt’s secretiveness and martyr complex isn’t a pet peeve. Nevertheless, drives you insane the most and really tests your relationship. He takes way too much upon himself with little regard for the effects; he’s certainly not a scale, because he constantly proves he can’t balance everything as well as he thinks he can.The thing that annoys him about you is arguably and comparatively chill: Sometimes you just do things too loudly. Cutting up food, slamming cabinets — the usual. You try to keep it quieter, you really do, but what’s normal to most others is loud to the man.

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?: Matt’s lawyer mode unfortunately shines during arguments with you, and sometimes it results with him saying things that pierce you to the bone. The moment he hears you inhale sharply, smell the salt of the tears welling in your eyes, and hears a change in your breathing pattern, he knows he’s gone too far and regrets it. If you need space away from him, he doesn’t blame you and will probably hate himself: He made uncomfortable the one person who tries her best to make others feel happy and safe.If you’ll hear him out, he’ll likely give an apology riddled with self-deprecation until you’ve had enough. Unfortunately, his typical go-to is makeup sex as a result of him being used to doing that with Elektra. Given that you’re the first healthy relationship he’s ever had, he isn’t entirely sure of what else to do if this doesn’t suit your fancy; but Matt’s no quitter.He’ll try and do to you the things you do to him when you make him feel comfortable: Cuddle you, read stories (though, given that most of his literature is law books in Braille, you may want to skip this), order food from the Thai place down the street, and so on.On your end, usually all you have to do is apologize and Matt will hear it in your heart how truly honest you’re being and how much it’s hurting you to keep being angry with him. Once he hugs you close and whispers that the apology was accepted, you know all is better. Maybe not well, but better.

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?: Matt’s never really ventured out of New York or gone on vacation for that matter. Wasn’t the entire point of vacation to see new sites? Of course, you’re not buying that crap for a minute. With Luke Cage and Jessica Jones and god knows who else is running about, you promised him it’d be okay if he took a break and went elsewhere for a week or two. Somewhere nice and fresh, away from the pollution of an urban area would be ideal. A nice, small town perhaps. Rural. Where you can both sleep in under linen sheets and breathe in the cleaner, country air…

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time: Matt was quite aware of how odd it was for a blind man to be wandering around such a shady area of the Kitchen. At best, people would scoff at him and try to bring him back to “a nicer area”; but at worst, they might attempt to mug him. He made sure to put extra focus on his awareness, praying that the noises and smells of the jazz club wouldn’t distract him for too long.Go in, eavesdrop, get out. Go in, eavesdrop, get out.He repeated this mantra over and over in his head as he recited the password to the doorman. He didn’t need to see to be aware of the quirked brow the guard wore when they heard the clicking of his walking stick, having realized that the red-tinted shades weren’t for fashion.Immediately, he could smelling the choking stench of cigars and alcohol and cheap perfumes and expensive colognes alike. With the rustle of his fingers, he could feel the fabrics of the bar patrons, hear the chattering and obnoxious guffaws of overly flirtatious women as men slapped their palms on the wooden tables, making their glasses rattle.Matt tried not to appear uncomfortable, pretending to feel around for a seat he could “see” quite clearly. He was beginning to wonder if it was worth coming down here to get a lead on a self-directed investigation. Surely there was another way…“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage the lovely (Y/N) (L/N); she’s a little shy so be sure to give her a nice warm welcome.”Crap.If he tried to leave now, it might draw more attention than what he’d already gained as a visually impaired patron. Matt bit back a grimace as he slid into his seat, courteously joining the small crowd in light applause. No choice now but to go along with it, pretend he was enjoying the music when really his ears were scrambling to focus on a particular voice of the one suspect he was tailing.But, oh, was the attempt in vain.“There’s a saying old, says that love is bliiiiind… Still, we’re often told, ‘Seek and ye shall fiiiinndd.’ So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had…in miiiiiiindd…”Matt had heard many voices in his life — possibly more than the average person, given his hypersensitive hearing.He could not say even years from that moment precisely what it was about your voice that made him lose focus in record time from his initial mission.Maybe it was that you sounded like Ella, only somehow sweeter than Ella. Or how your handling of the words made each syllable slink the the air with honey-like grace. If he allowed himself to indulge in a very rare instance of sappiness, however, Matt would have probably secretly humored that God blesses your voice to be particularly wondrous that evening.In fact, he very much did think so.“I’d like to add his initials to my monograamm. Wheeeere is the shepherd for thiiiiisss looooossst laaammbb?”Cross that: Your voice was bewitching more than anything to him. (And had his vision been available, his sight of you would only encourage such: A red, curve-caressing dress; hair styled to display softness even at a distance; devilish, red lips that one wouldn’t expect to produce such sweet sounds.)“There’s someone I’m longing to seeeee I hope that heeee turns out to beeeee… someoonne who’ll waaaatch… oooover meeeee…”Matthew Michael Murdock had only ever heard of love at first sight – and he already didn’t believe in such rubbish. But as he heard you on that stage, his focus now completely on you, he couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps love at first song might’ve been a thing. At the very least, infatuation at first song.He no longer cared how unusual it was for a blind man to be in a club in the seedier part of the Kitchen. Nor did he care with how much enthusiasm he applauded your performance. Hell, he barely cared about the reason he came here in the first place.He heard you thanking the audience with gleeful yet shy appreciation, followed by the sounds of you hopping down from the stage … and walking towards him! Matt felt like an imbecilic college student again, flustered at the realization that a pretty-sounding girl was coming for him! … And passed him. His heart calmed with a gut-jolting thud, only to pick up as he caught a whiff of your perfume. Wait … Lotion, he corrected himself. How unusual for a club singer to bathe her scent in lotion and not perfume. But to Matt, it was a tiny yet wonderful thing. It made him want to get to know you more.She might have something to say about our guy, he told himself as he listened for your movements. He could hear the sway of your hips as you waltzed on over and took a seat at the bar. He heard you talk to the bartender an a highly amicable manner and order your drink. He could hear the parting of your rich lips as you took a sip, a sigh of relief as your parched throat was finally aided. You noticed that this copper-brown-haired man was headed towards you before he did – the click-clacking of his cane cued him in to you in spite of his own personal use of the item.He could hear you producing a confused smile. He didn’t mind. “Good evening, Miss,” he uttered, turning on the Murdock Men’s charm, whatever that was. Whatever it was, indeed – because even years from that moment, you wouldn’t be able to explain precisely what it was about Matt Murdock’s voice that stood out from the many others you had heard up to that point in your life.Maybe it was because it was deep yet encased with warmth. Or maybe it was how even among the chatter of the bar patrons, his voice seemed to caress your ears as gentle hands would. Or maybe it was because the words flowed from such a lovely-looking man, of whom proved himself to be quite the conversational partner as the evening wore on.

Whatever the case, by the time the both of you had left, you were both questioning the same thing: Was love or infatuation at first sound a thing?

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Daredevil Character Profile - Matt Murdock

I absolutely love this character! When I first started watching Daredevil, I had no idea that I would like this show and the characters so much! It was quite a surprise for me, but Marvel hadn’t let me down yet so I gave it a try. I had intended to watch the first episode and ended up binging over 2 nights the entire season when it first hit Netflix. Seriously, my favorite show ever. I loved all of the Defenders shows, but Daredevil is always going to be my favorite. So let’s take a look at what makes Matt Murdock tick, shall we?

When we are first introduced to Matt Murdock as an adult, we see a professionally dressed gentleman in the confessional of a church stating simply that it’s been a long time since his last confession. Truth be told, he probably knows the exact date of his last confession, he has a bizarre memory due to how the chemicals enhanced certain brain functions from the accident as a kid that left him blind. For non Catholics, the modern Catholic Church only requires confession once a year in order to be in good standing. It still offers confession weekly, but a Catholic doesn’t “need” to confess weekly. Matt, in his confession to Fr. Lantom, mentions that his father used to attend this church. Given that he’s pointed that out, one can assume that Matt hasn’t attended church in a long time. Probably not since he left St. Agnes, the orphanage where he was raised after the death of his father. This is an interesting starting point for our hero as later in The Defenders he is seen once again in the confessional, but states that it’s been 3 days since his last confession. But more on that later. For now, we just get the feeling that he doesn’t attend church on a regular basis, further reiterated when he speaks to Fr Lantom in front of the church and Fr Lantom mentions that he remembers Jack Murdock and that it wasn’t hard to draw the line between Jack and the confessional visit, figuring out that it was Matt in the booth. Also Fr Lantom reminds Matt on another occasion that morning Mass was hours ago when Matt comes into the sanctuary to speak with him. 

Matt is not a morning person. When we first see Foggy, he’s on his way to meet a real estate agent about an office for Nelson and Murdock and he’s giving Matt a wake up call which he is clearly used to doing. As the show progresses, you see several times where Matt is somewhat of an insomniac, even before the accident. One could argue that being blind has caused him to not sleep well at night as it messes with the natural circadian rhythm of the body, but given Matt’s senses, I don’t think he suffers circadian rhythm issues. We do, however, see that Matt going to bed and sleeping at a reasonable time is source of contention between him and his father. Matt is a precocious boy and Jack, as an only parent, is fairly easy going with him as long as Matt gets to school and gets his work done. Like most kids though, Matt tends to push that limit a little. Matt is also used to being left alone at night a lot when his dad is boxing. In all of the flashbacks though, there is not one mention of Matt’s mother. It seems all of Matt’s memories center around his dad. He mentions a grandmother that we can assume is a paternal grandmother during his first confession with Fr Lantom, but we never see her, she’s not mentioned again, and no connection whatsoever to his mother or her side of the family. Matthew is clearly Irish Catholic so it can assumed he would have a large family, yet he does not. 

Moving on, our first glance at Matt’s apartment shows a beautiful loft apartment when Karen comes to stay the night for her protection. Matt and Foggy aren’t making any money yet, literally! Who the hell can afford a great loft apartment in the city of a budget of zero income? Apparently, being blind has it’s privileges. There’s a very bright billboard that shines in the window so the landlord had issues renting that unit, something Matt isn’t particularly bothered by so he apparently got a killer deal on the place. It’s sparsely furnished, literally only the necessities, sofa, couple of chairs, a small dinette set, bedroom. The furniture doesn’t appear to be expensive, yet we learn later that he uses silk bed sheets and the bedroom, though again sparse, has a decently sized bed for one person. Yet no art of any kind and he doesn’t bother to turn the lights on (well, he is blind so....), but no art? He clearly doesn’t have company often or simply doesn’t give two shits about what people think. I’d venture to say a bit of both. However, it’s interesting that he’s minimal in most areas of his life, but does indulge in a few creature comforts, sparse furnishing, but nice apartment (especially compared to other apartments seen, such as Claire’s and Karen’s), roomy for only one person, and nice bedding. Not only is his apartment sparse, but he seems to be OCD about the cleanliness. He doesn’t live in a typical bachelor pad. His damn apartment is cleaner than most women’s places including my own. He is extremely organized, but again, he’s blind so it’s probably to his advantage to be so organized. 

This has definitely been a long post, but I hope you enjoyed it. It’s just a little insight into Matt Murdock from season 1 of Daredevil. Will probably add to this profile at some point. I do have theories as to Matt’s income which I will post separately on.