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princess-nell replied to your post:A fill for @aromantic-eight for the non-sexual...
I just want to thank you for being the one person in fandom that writes Matt/Brett, or anything that has anything to do with Brett being a person and getting some action, period.
You’re welcome! Brett is such a joy to write, I honestly get so much pleasure from writing him. I always kinda wonder if anyone else wants to read Brett POV or Brett/Matt, so I’m so pleased that you enjoy it too <3
A fill for @aromantic-eight for the non-sexual intimacy meme for the prompt: Brett/Matt, caring for each other while ill.
“You know better than to drink the water at Josie’s,” Matt says archly, which is neither helpful nor reassuring to Brett as he gags into a toilet.
“Maybe if you hadn’t been necking me in front of your co-workers, I would have remembered that,” Brett hisses, once he’s caught his breath. He doesn’t need to actually see Matt’s responding grin to know that it’s there. Smug bastard.
“I waited until they were at the bar,” Matt says. “And it’s not my fault I’m so distracting.”
“Yeah, yeah, you have sex appeal, you’re an amazing kisser. Now shut up and hold my hair back.”
To Brett’s surprise, Matt’s hand actually does brush against his hair before moving down to rub small circles against Brett’s back.
Brett raises an eyebrow, despite the fact that Matt wouldn’t be able to see it even if Brett were facing him. “First you take me home from Josie’s when I get sick, and now you’re playing nursemaid with me? This isn’t going to help convince Foggy that we’re not dating, you know.”
“But we’re not-”
“-dating, we’re just fuck buddies, because I can’t take your drama and your aro ass doesn’t want to romance anyone but Foggy. Yeah, I know,” Brett chuckles. His laughter is interrupted by the seizing of his stomach, and for a few moments, he can only retch into the toilet.
When he comes to, there’s a cool cloth on the back of his neck, and Matt’s hand sits more firmly against Brett’s back.
“Your stomach still doesn’t sound so good, but the good news is, you don’t have much left to throw up,” Matt says. “You should be out of the woods soon.”
“And you’re going to stay with me until I am,” Brett concludes, a bit confused. It’s not that he thinks Matt is heartless, but, well--it just seems like the guy with a super sniffer would have better things to do than to hang around his fuck buddy’s vomit. Like punch bad guys in the face or something.
Matt’s hand slows for a moment before he continues kneading Brett’s back. “You’d do the same for me.”
For Matt, it’s as simple as that. Brett supposes that it’s nice to know that Murdock isn’t a complicated mess in every regard. Brett closes his eyes and soaks in the cool press of Matt’s hand against his back, trusting that Matt’s right when he says that Brett will feel better soon.
yay yes, me too, i kept thinking of darehoney! :D
:D:D ❤️❤️❤️
jsyk every time Matt & Brett have interacted in this season (which is so much), I have instantly thought of your fics and apparently they made me ship it, good job <3
YESSS success, another darehoney shipper! :D I was so pleased with all the interactions they had with this season, and just how much Brett got to shine in general ❤️
Dare honey?
My ship name for Matt/Brett Mahoney (the police officer Foggy is friends with) in Daredevil. It’s a VERY random ship that I started as a joke but then ended up writing a 13k fic about. I am very pleased whenever I can get anyone else to care about it with me XD
In light of your last prompt fill: now I imagine Matt, Foggy and maybe other students playing truth or dare at Columbia and someone inevitably asks Foggy about his first time and he s says ' Brett, childhood frenemy' without second though, but then things with Matt get serious enough that he's invited to the Nelsons for holidays and eventually meets Brett. And for him Brett is firstly the guy who was Foggy's first sex experience and everything else later, for quite a while XD
*answers this a week later* yes! Matt is all awkward around Brett, because while Foggy may be Matt’s best friend, Brett and Foggy have history~ together (cue Matt looking possessive and jealous).
When Matt admits this to Brett post-friends-with-benefits-agreement, Brett laughs his ass off about it (cue Matt, again, looking possessive and jealous, except now he’s not sure who he’s possessive and jealous of?? being poly is hard, Matt thinks, because he doesn’t know who to be possessive of. Matt “This Is My City. My Family” Murdock resolves this by just being possessive of everyone involved).
i just love your honeybear ship name!!! :D
Thank you, I do too!! :D all of the Mahoney ship names (and ships themselves) are as delightful as Brett himself
darehoney, 3!
Thank you for the chance to write more Brett/Matt :D
3. things you said too quietly
“You know-“ Matt pauses to hiss through his teeth as he wraps his own broken ribs, and what the fuck, how did Brett get himself involved in this? “-I’d assumed this was a booty call.”
Brett shrugs. “It is a booty call…of sorts. I called to make sure your ass was in one piece. Doesn’t that count?”
Matt huffs out a laugh, then winces when the motion hurts him because, well, broken ribs. “Not when you don’t even know basic first aid.”
On one hand, this is a fair point, because right now Brett is kind of just standing there awkwardly while Matt patches up his own injuries. But on the other hand, fuck you, Murdock–wrapping up broken ribs does not count as ‘basic’ anything!
“Says the guy who doesn’t even know how to give proper CPR; don’t think I forgot that little fun fest. Besides, it’s not my fault you’re too high maintenance for anyone without emergency room experience,” Brett says.
Matt tilts his head toward Brett. And shit. Shit, Brett has only been sleeping with Matt for a month and he already knows what the head tilt forewarns: creepy, invasive, super listening.
“You know I have a nurse,” Matt says carefully, testing for something–hell if Brett knows what for. “So why invite me over?”
Brett nearly groans. He likes to think of himself as a pretty open person, but he prefers to take that initiative upon himself. Not to be tested for whatever by his super-powered fuck buddy. This is what Brett gets for sleeping with a vigilante. Hell, this is what he gets for sleeping with a defense attorney.
“You told me she works the night shift on Fridays,” Brett says, not knowing what else to say but the truth. “I was the arresting officer for that scumbag you took down tonight, so I heard how banged up you got. Assumed you’d be too chickenshit to call Foggy to keep an eye on your concussion, so I figured I’d…lend my services.”
Those ‘services’ mainly being monitoring Matt to make sure he doesn’t fuck himself up any more tonight, but, hey, Brett does what he can.
“So not a booty call,” Matt says slowly, like he’s testing the words out on his tongue.
“Unfortunately for me? Not in the slightest. No offense, but the sight of your broken ribs doesn’t really do anything for me.”
“I take great offense.”
Brett snorts, but then he takes in the way Matt rubs a thumb against his bandages in thought, and realizes that they’d never called each other for anything but sex before.
Damn it. Brett just can’t do casual fuck buddies, can he? He has to go and get invested in their well being.
It’s…almost worth it, though, for the way Matt murmurs something under his breath, so quietly Brett almost can’t hear it.
Almost.
If Brett were an asshole–or if he were Foggy Nelson–he would probably ask Matt to speak up, to say that thank you loud enough for Brett to at least indulge in it. But Brett just got off a long shift, and would rather wait until the morning to deal with Matt’s feelings, so he doesn’t. But Brett’s not that down for the Matt Murdock Emotional Repression ride, so he says, “So…are we the kind of fuck buddies who can give each other worried forehead kisses, or will you be all ‘no romo’ is I try it?”Matt laughs, smiles at Brett: no doubt relieved that Brett didn’t make him give up too much of himself. “Knock yourself out.”Brett pecks Matt on the forehead, swats him on the arm for breaking his ribs while his nurse is out, and gives him blankets for the couch before trudging off to bed.
send me a ship and one of these and I’ll write a mini fic
