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briefcasejuice · 2 years
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make posters weird and outrageously symbolic again (via)
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shireentapestry · 1 year
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Happy New Year, Everyone!
This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I chose it to be about Matt Murdock 👉🏾👈🏾
Please do read it and comment on it, like it and support it. Thanks❤️
⚠️ Warnings: Some drunken abuse, a bit of beating (not mentioned), fluff, mention of alcohol, mention of kiss, new year's kiss, I guess that is it. Please let me know if I miss something.
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A Momentous New Year's Eve!
It's intoxicating!
I didn't know it could feel this way until I stood at this spot. I lost the count of cups I had consumed of that inebriated drink. But it was the time of the year when people party and let themselves lose to the music, to the booze and maybe to some frivolous mistakes. Let's not talk about the mistakes because my life was already a mess. Partying with Columbia Law students as an outsider should be enough, for now, to think about anything else.
I might slightly be under the alcoholic influence, but one look at this black glasses guy made me sober in an instant. Could someone be this beautiful yet foolish at the same time? He was trying to perform tap dance. At least, that's what I could comprehend with my hazy mind while someone was trying to catch him in his miserable attempts. I didn't know that I was staring at him intensely when his friend looked at me once and said something in his ear.
Assuming that my party was over, I headed toward the door surreptitiously. Well, no one would mind anyway if I made my exit known to people. Moreover, my friend Stella, who studied at Columbia Law, could not be seen anywhere. And knowing her, she might be with her boyfriend and guessing their nature, both must be drowned in alcohol. Smiling at their childish behaviour, I looked at my watch, which stated 11:30 PM. Though not that late, but considering it was New Year's Eve, I should head home before some drunkard ruined my mood. I wore my coat and exited the door, ready to taste New York's winter air, but halted in my steps when somebody held my wrist a bit harshly.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" I couldn't comprehend whether he was a grown-up man or a college boy due to his drunk self. Besides, he was slurring.
"I saw you yesterday at the canteen with Stella. I wanna hangggg outtt with you."
"I am really sorry. I don't know you. Maybe we should talk tomorrow or the day after that. Sometimes later."
"Noooooo. I like you, and I want to kiss you. Right fucking now!!"
He wasn't leaving my wrist, and his grip was tightening with each passing second, which I was pretty sure would leave a mark.
"Listen, man, first of all, I don't know you, and second, leave my fucking hand! It HURTS!!"
I didn't know I was shouting until he winced and tried to cover his ears. He tugged my wrist and tried to kiss me.
As soon as I uttered a meek "no" the next moment, I saw him lying on the road, wincing in pain.
"The next time, when the lady says "NO" it means no, drunk or not. And I think you might have learned your lesson by now."
"Jesus, dude! I will not leave this matter here. Watch your back, Matt!"
"Sure, Brian. I can say the same to you."
"You fucking blind motherfucker!"
I might be a bit drunk, but that blind Matt guy (my apparent saviour) was throwing some awesome punches at Brian the asshole. I meant it was impossible for a blind man to do such things, but I could be imagining things too. God knows whatever was in New York's air. I was gawking at him intensely until someone cleared their throat.
"Oh, hi! I mean, I am sorry. I mean, thank you."
"Oh, it is okay. I mean, I am sorry you have to deal with that. But, you are safe. Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess. I am. Pretty tipsy, a bruise on my wrist, but I'm okay. Thanks to you."
"I wish I could come here sooner." He whispered this to himself because it was nearly inaudible.
"Sorry, did you say something?"
"No, nothing. I know it's not my place, but are you two guys dating or what? I might be out of line, but I've never seen you before."
"Did you just say "seen me before"?"
"Ohh, I meant heard you before on the campus or lingered around here."
"Uhm, I'm not a student here, came here on a friend's invite."
"A friend? I hope you didn't mean Brian?"
"Oh, no! I never saw Brian before the mhmm incident. I am here or was here with Stella. She is studying law here." And all this while he held my bruised wrist, trying to create soothing circles.
"Stella Cunningham?"
"Yeah! Do you know her?"
"Not exactly! I know her, but her boyfriend, Winston, is kind of my friend."
"That's great, I guess."
"So, would you mind if I ask your name?"
"Yeah, I mean no, I am Y/N."
"Y/N. You have a nice name. I am Matt, by the way." My name never sounded better. I might be too drunk for my own good at that moment.
"You have a nice name too. And I think I should leave before the street filled with drunkards, mobsters and whatnot!"
"Really? I think it's rude to leave the place before giving New Year's kiss."
"WHAT?"
"Hahahaha...just pulling your leg. They have started the New Year's countdown. That's all I am saying."
Should I be kissing a complete stranger who just saved me from an asshole in the middle of the street?
"Hey, Y/N! I was just kidding. No need to think about it."
"Yeah, I know."
And then everyone's voices started reverberating in the atmosphere. All the people had started the countdown - 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.
And I kissed my saviour on the cheeks because I still needed two-three bottles worth of alcohol courage to kiss him on the lips.
"Happy New Year, Matt!" I nearly whispered this.
"Happy New Year, Y/N. Can I hug you?"
"Uh, I think, yes."
"Yes? Thank you."
And I never felt better before. It was heavenly. Could hugs always feel this magical, or was it the person that makes hugs better?
"Thank you, Matt, for saving me."
He did not say anything at the moment, just tightened his hold. As if he was telling me never to worry because he would always be there for me. And I never felt that safer in my entire life. I was at peace. Perhaps he was too.
Some years later...
"Are you serious, Matt?"
"No, I am not! I was trying to talk to you since the day Stella brought you on campus with her at Winston's welcoming party."
"OH MY GOD! I did not know that. I swear!"
"Oh, I know, sweetheart, trust me."
"Oh My God, Matthew, you are such an idiot! Why didn't you talk to me? I mean, we could have met earlier. In reality, we met at that horrible New Year's Eve party. May I remind you, it was two years after Winston's party!"
"But it's worth the wait."
"You are such a lovely idiot, Mathew Murdock."
"Only for you, Mrs Murdock."
"I love you, Matty. Too much."
"I love you too, Y/N. Way more than you can imagine."
All these years, I was thinking we met on that dreadful yet magical night. As it turns out, he is a sneaky man, who slipped his way into my heart with love, adoration, trust, and everything that comes with it.
And on this New Year's Eve, we are sitting together, drinking each others' company and hoping for peace and happiness in the upcoming years, forever and always.
With that thought in mind, I kissed him with all my love because I do not need alcohol's assistance anymore, and him kissing me back, pouring all his love fervently.
And this, right here, is our peace, our happiness, our celebration of togetherness.
@digwhatudug
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daresplaining · 2 years
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Well, here's some news! The one Marvel Netflix show that didn't really need more seasons is apparently getting one more season...which is an interesting choice, but hey, I'll never complain about more Daredevil media. This is, in fact, pretty wild for a non-A-list superhero. Hopefully this means the other Netflix shows-- the ones that ended on cliffhangers-- will also be getting some long-awaited follow-up!
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https://www.murphysmultiverse.com/kevin-feige-says-daredevil-born-again-will-have-more-standalone-episodes/
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somethingformyself · 2 years
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Daredevil is back but not with the writer's from Netflix. Also remember those awesome fight scenes we got for 3 seasons? No more of those, just quick cuts of the actors flailing their arms around. Jesus help us all, Disney+ is about to ruin Matt.
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residentmiddlechild · 2 years
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Like seriously...I kept saying that I was slightly excited for She-Hulk and for a possible continuation of Netflix’s Daredevil, but man...now that the She-Hulk trailer came out and Disney+ announced a reboot of Daredevil...? Well any hope I had is gone. I have absolutely no excitement about anything going on in the MCU. Literally nothing. And now that it looks like John Krasinski is going to be Reed Richards, I don’t even want them to touch the Fantastic Four. 
must they ruin everything good??
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wonderlandmind4 · 2 years
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Kevin Feige confirmed 18 episode for SEASON ONE of Daredevil: Born Again.
EIGHTEEN FUCKING EPISODES FOR SEASON ONE
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ramen-flavored · 3 months
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Team Nelson Murdock & Page are back together 😭
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thelastharbinger · 2 years
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Druig 🤝 Matt Murdock
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Understanding that shoulder bumping is the highest caliber of flirtation
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peterman-spideyparker · 4 months
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Labels (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Hi! So, I've kinda put myself on a writing hiatus for a while and, in turn, have limited my time on Tumblr as of late. I was/still kind of am feeling uninspired in terms of writing and ideas, but this one came easily, and it needed to be written and shared before the excitement left me. I still have a million other stories and ideas I want to get going on, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one. :)
Summary: One evening when Matt tries to surprise you with a home cooked dinner date, he's stunned by something you've done for him.
Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff. No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying
Other Characters: Karen Page
Word Count: 1,158
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“Hello?” you say over the phone, very clearly distracted by whatever is in front of you.
“Hi, angel,” Matt smiles, feeling a weight off of his shoulders when he finally hears your voice when you pick up your desk phone.
“Matt.” The way you say his name lights him up inside. It’s alway so warm, so inviting, so smooth—like when butter spreads perfectly even on a piece of toast. The gentleness of each consonant and vowel that escapes your lips never fails to chip away and brush off the stress of whatever is weighing him down; from his day job to his nightly activities, you—every last bit of you, is his solace.
“I was half afraid that I’d get your answering machine,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair, listening to how you move the receiver from one ear to the other.
“I’m sorry, Matt. Today has just been hectic. Meetings, email approvals, we rearranged some furniture because no one was responding to emails—.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”
“I do if it means I worried you. I mean, I must have missed calls and texts on my cell from you if you resorted to my landline.”
“No, not worried. I was just curious if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe try that new Italian place that opened up a few blocks from your apartment.”
“I didn’t know there was a new restaurant opening.”
“Yeah,” he lies. “It’s a small place. Intimate, nice.”
“Well, I don’t know how I could say no to that. It sounds like the perfect thing to make me forget today.”
“Take deep breaths, sweetheart. You’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”
“I know,” you breathe. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“Perfect. I love you, Matt.”
“Love you, too.”
You exchange soft goodbyes before hanging up the phone, Matt sliding his cell back into the pocket of his slacks.
“Hey, Karen?” he calls out.
“Yeah?” she responds, sounding as if she’s lost in thought with whatever is at hand.
“What time is it?”
She pauses. “Almost 2:30.”
“You think that you and Foggy will be okay for the rest of the day?”
“I think so.”
“Great,” he says with a smile, standing up and putting on the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. “I’m heading out. I need to get some groceries to surprise my girlfriend.”
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Matt undoes the last of your door’s locks as the bag of groceries rests on his hips, relieved when the heavy piece of wood starts to swing open. For as frustrating as your day was, Matt secretly hopes that you won’t come home early and catch him in the middle of his surprise; it took him a lot longer to get everything he needed at the store, throwing off his timing. He’d be lucky if he got everything plated by the time you got home. Matt lets out a deep breath as he places the bag of groceries on the counter and takes his glasses off, centering himself to focus on the plan and not let his race against the clock shake him too much. After hanging his jacket on the hooks by the door, he rolls up his sleeves and throws his tie over his shoulder before taking out his phone, tapping at the screen until he finds the recipe he saved for tonight.
As his phone reads off the list of ingredients, he feels over what he grabbed, cursing when he notices that he’s missing garlic powder.
“She has to have some,” he hums. He knows you like to cook, always eager to try new recipes that you find while scrolling on your phone, and therefore always getting new spices and ingredients to make sure your kitchen is stocked for whatever the next interesting dish brings. Lucky for Matt, you two are always over each other’s place, craving one another’s presence, so he knows your apartment almost as well as he knows his own. Turning around to the skinny cabinet where Matt knows you keep your spices, he opens it up and prepares his nose for the strong mix of smells that are about to hit him so he can sniff out what he needs. As his hand extends into the cabinet, what he doesn’t expect to find is small bumps over each and every label. It’s odd, but familiar. Grabbing one of the spices in the front, he carefully takes it off the shelf and runs his fingers over the bumps once more.
Nutmeg.
Matt lets out a shaky breath, tears stinging at his eyes. He reaches up for container after container, running his fingers over all of the labels, finding that he’s able to read them all. By the time Matt grabs the garlic powder, the cabinet is practically empty and he’s crying in the kitchen.
“Matt?” he hears you call tentatively. He didn’t even hear you come in, and now you’re at his side, wrapping him in a hug and holding him close to soothe him. God, he loves when you hold him. Call it being touch-starved, but nothing felt better to Matt than when you have your arms around him. Sure, being in your apartment is comforting—your smell surrounding him and engulfing his senses, but nothing was better than the actual thing, your body against his, skin to skin. “Matty, is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” he sniffles, holding you close and kissing your forehead. “It’s just, uh, well this.”
You pull back slightly from his hug and wipe away some of his tears before peeking down to see what’s in his hands.
“Garlic powder?” you try. “Is it bad?”
“No, no,” he smiles, wiping away some stray tears with the heel of his hand. “It’s great.”
“I thought we were going out to dinner tonight. But with all my spices out, something tells me you might have fibbed.”
“I did fib. I wanted to surprise you with dinner, especially after hearing about your day, but you’re the one that surprised me.” Taking your hand, he gently guides your fingers over the label to where the braille is.
“Oh.” Matt listens to how the blood rushes to your cheeks and how your heart rate picks up. “The label.”
“The label,” he echos softly.
“I finally found a good braille label maker that I liked,” you begin to explain. “I mean, we’re always at each other’s place. I wanted to make my home feel a little more homey for you.”
“You really love me, huh?”
He listens to how you smile from ear to ear. “So much more than you’ll ever know, Matty.”
Putting the garlic powder down, he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your arms happily snaking around him and holding him close.
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briefcasejuice · 2 years
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matt doesn't wear socks in the dd suit confirmed
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shireentapestry · 1 year
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Happy Birthday, Charlie Cox aka Daredevil❤️
*Credits to the respective owner. Saw this on Twitter.
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The way that Charlie Cox is confirmed to be portraying Daredevil in three new series, one being an 18 episode Daredevil show. The size of this W is unfathomable and I finally know what it feels like to be happy.
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nicostiel · 2 years
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#so true bestie
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Matt Murdock: *literally one of the biggest marvel sluts* Me: *loving him in the most innocent kind of love and giggling while looking at him*
Ironic shit
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Charlie Cox and Alaqua Cox - Assembled: The Making of Echo
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