There is a difference between sound and noise. Sound provides information, something that can be translated into meaning and then further translated into an action. Noise, on the other hand, is the opposite of information. It confuses and distracts, and means nothing beyond rumbling and buzzing and grating and screeching. Except for when the noise reveals what could never be understood by the human brain.
For the prompt: "Ever since childhood, Matt Murdock could sense eldritch beings beyond human comprehension." @daredevilexchange
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For the prompt: Frank / Matt, but wearing those couple t-shirts where the first one has wording of "I'M FUCKING STUPID" and the other one is "I'M STUPID"
Do you like Daredevil (this event is team Red compatible!), The Defenders, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist and/or the Punisher, in their comics or TV (or, in some cases, cinema!) versions?
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Fanart of @pomegranate-belle’s fic “Matt Murdock, Otterney at Law” for the 2023 DDE prompt fest hosted by @daredevilexchange. Art is also on AO3 here.
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Prompt: The first time Matt ends up in Frank’s bed is after a bad night on patrol... (Full prompt on ao3 and under the cut below)
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Prompt:
The first time Matt ends up in Frank’s bed is after a bad night on patrol. Something happened and Matt doesn’t feel like he can talk to Foggy or Karen about it, because they don’t get it. Not like other vigilantes do. He doesn’t know why Frank, exactly. He could’ve gone to Jessica or Luke or Danny. Okay, maybe not Danny. But Matt finds himself on the fire escape right next to the window of the safehouse Frank is currently occupying. He pries it open and slips in, only to be held at gunpoint for his troubles as Frank steps out of the shadows. And Matt can’t help it. He takes off the mask and just breaks down. He doesn’t know why. It just happens. Frank lowers his gun and puts it away, before slowly approaching Matt and leading him to the only thing that can count as seating in this rundown apartment—a beaten, old mattress. He can’t even offer Matt something soothing to drink, only a bottle of water that he has to ruffle through his duffel bag for to find. It’s not even new. He has drunken from it earlier in the day. But Matt chugs it down gratefully. They don’t talk. And at one point Matt just throws himself at Frank, kissing him frantically. He wants it to be fast and hard, wants Frank to fuck him into the mattress, until he can’t think anymore. But Frank knows that’s not what Matt needs. So he agrees to have sex with him, but it’s tender and soft and Frank cares so much. It makes Matt break down again and again until his emotions run out and he is tired and beaten and fucked into sleep. When he wakes up the next morning, his limbs entangled with Frank’s, he feels embarrassed. But also better.
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For the 2023 DDE Prompt Fest hosted by @daredevilexchange I wrote a remix of @inkforhumanhands's Do Me A Favor, Baby, Don't Reply.
I'd Arrest You If I Had Handcuffs
Rating - Teen And Up Audiences
Category: M/M
Fandom: Daredevil (Comics)
Relationship: Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson
Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Apologies, Idiots in Love, Comedy, Matt's Chained Up but it's not in a sexy way
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“I’m not saying I handled it well, Foggy…”
“Oh, I’d say you handled it just about as terribly as it was possible to do so.”
“This is still a little extreme.”
Matt jingled the cuff attached to his ankle, the other side of which was attached to his office’s radiator.Â
“I’m not saying I handled it well, Foggy…”
“Oh, I’d say you handled it just about as terribly as it was possible to do so.”
“This is still a little extreme.”
Matt jingled the cuff attached to his ankle, the other side of which was attached to his office’s radiator.Â
“Is it?” Foggy said, mildly, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee, “I think locking you in place is a pretty good idea. Now, I’ll know where you are. At all times. And don’t get any ideas about picking the lock or breaking the cuff, I’m borrowing them from Pym and they’re some kind of nanomachine self-repairing super lock.”
“This is…”
“Matthew. If you say I’m overreacting, I’m going to cuff your arms down too. I guess that’ll teach you for falling asleep at the office.”
“Switching my coffee out for decaf is dirty pool.”
“You’re the one who didn’t notice, Mr. Super-Taster.”
“You said it was a new brand. And you drowned it in that horrific hazelnut syrup you like. I may never taste anything but that syrup again.”
“It is a new brand. Of decaf. And you can smell that syrup a mile away, so why’d you drink it?”
“I was trying to not upset you further.”
“But you agree that I have a right to be upset?”
Matt’s mouth snapped shut. And then opened again.Â
“Okay. I’m sorry I stood you up for our… date.”
Foggy crossed his arms, “Standing up implies you never showed. What you did, Matt, was come to the restaurant, hand me flowers and then run like your ass was on fire.”
“Okay, I’m sorry I – did that.”
“And then didn’t answer my calls for the entire weekend.”
“That too.”
Foggy sat down in the chair in front of Matt’s desk and put his feet up on the desktop.Â
Matt scowled.
Foggy ignored it, “You know, it wasn’t even humiliating. The waitress even saw you come in, give me the flowers, and flee. I didn’t even have to give her some story about how you would be here any minute - she was witness to you being an idiot.”
Matt sighed, ”Foggy…”
“She actually gave me a free glass of wine as a “sorry your boyfriend is insane” gift.”
“You’re… welcome?”Â
Foggy crossed his arms over his chest.
“Do you have an explanation for this extremely stupid chain of events, Matthew?”
“Something came up, suddenly.”
“If that was the case, you probably would have told me later, instead of radio silence,” said Foggy.
“Well…”
“What I think happened is that you got in your own head about fucking everything up. And ruining our friendship. And that Man Without Fear label only applies to hurtling into gunfire and not anything remotely to do with intimacy and you worry because of what happened to anyone you’re close to. But… you also really, really want to suck my dick.”
Matt choked. Foggy continued like he hadn't noticed.Â
“Hence the flowers and then the running for the hills like my dad is gonna come after you with a shotgun to force you to make an honest woman out of me. That sound about right?”
Matt frowned, “… Maybe.”
Foggy sighed, “Being your friend is about as dangerous as dating you, for one, so nothing new there. As for the rest… I don’t know. Get therapy about it.”
Matt stayed quiet.
“So, cards on the table, Matt. You are obviously interested in me.”
“I – not that obviously.”
“No, the dropping-off flowers and then running makes you pretty obvious. You’re not a subtle man,” said Foggy.
“Fine. Yes, okay, I am, uh… interested,” said Matt, spreading his hands on his desk, “And if you still are, after … uh, everything…”
Foggy hummed, noncommittally. Matt swallowed.
“Let me make it up to you,” Matt said, “Lunch. Dinner. Community theater musical.”
“Boy, you must really want my dick.”
“Fog, come on…”
“Okay, okay,” Foggy said, relenting, “Dinner, tonight. Here. Greek, so I’ll be nice and garlicky for you.”
Matt suppressed a wince.
“Sure, okay.”
“And you’ll order me some more flowers. Big bouquet. Obnoxiously big.”
“Absolutely.”
Foggy stood, “Great. So, it’s a date.”
And with that, Foggy leaned over the desk and kissed Matt on the cheek.Â
“See you at 7,” he said as he headed for the door to the office.Â
“Wait — Foggy, I’m still — what about the cuff?” Matt said, jangling the metal chain around his ankle.
Foggy paused, “Oh, right. Don’t let any of our clients see it. And let me know if you have to use the toilet.”
Matt gaped, “Wh — Foggy! Come on!”
Foggy just hummed as he walked into the hall, closing Matt’s office door behind him.
