#c) swoop in and give him a big affirming talk about how he's actually special and worthy

[winepresswrath]

THANK YOU for explaining the Louis/Armand fight with such clarity. Like obviously Armand has the ultimate power over the relationships here and the way he behaves in this episode is world class terrible, we can all see that, but I feel like I've been going crazy when people are softening Louis's words as light banter while Armand responding somewhat in kind is framed as malicious suicide baiting.

It's not my take but I would understand if people were approaching this as "Armand sucks so bad and technically can leave whenever so I give 0 fucks what Louis does or says to him," but "Louis was just being mean" doesn't track for me. He is at this point in his life using regularly enough that Armand's first response when he gets vicious is a bitter "here comes the drugs." He's used to this. Addiction is a complicated and terrible disease but Louis is Armand's partner, for whatever reason, apparently (big caveat) of his own volition and he responds to Armand being upset about his cycle of risky drug use and insincere apologies with a "you're boring and smothering" speech before turning on a dime to "cringe of you to be a victimized. it's given you a real victim mentality" when Armand says he's boring too. It's legitimately reprehensible behaviour! And that's fine. I will continue making heart eyes at him whenever he appears on screen undeterred.

[firemblem-fics]

hi lay! could i please get the sfw alphabet for yuri? i love your work!!! have a nice day!! 💕

sfw alphabet. | yuri

-> Pairing: Yuri x GN!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, SFW Alphabet

-> Warnings: None

-> A/N: i just wanted to say i’m so so so so close to 1.2k followers and i’m so excited i love having so many of y’all supporting me ♡︎

A -> Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

yuri is not affectionate in the beginning. it takes him a long time to warm up and get truly comfortable and fully trusting with you, so he still kind of has his walls up at the beginning of your relationship.

as it progresses, he gets a little more open in private, but there are some days where yuri just doesn’t want affection

B -> Begin (How did the relationship begin?)

you two were flirting MASTERS bruh

the tension in the monastery was unreal from the moment you two met. at first it wasn’t really serious, instead just trying to fluster the other, but eventually you gained some genuine feelings and he did too. yuri never really actually asked you out, it just kind of happened one day

C -> Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

yuri’s kind of temperamental when it comes to cuddling. he doesn’t mean to be, but some days just aren’t cuddling days.

growing up, yuri didn’t get the affection he needed after being adopted. a sudden onslaught of affection and cuddling sometimes gets really overwhelming for him and he just needs to chill for a bit

D -> Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

yuri’s never really thought about settling down. if you don’t want to settle down, he won’t either. if you do, he’ll consider it. to him, his work in the abyss never ends. he doesn’t want to “settle”, because to him, settling down means that his work is done.

E -> Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

unfortunately, yuri would pull some shit out of his ass like he did in the ashen wolves route. he’d come up with some lie as to why he’s breaking up with you and make you hate him so that it’s a little easier for him. newsflash, it’s never easier

F -> Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

yuri is definitely not going to jump at the chance of marriage, but he’d be willing to sit down and talk with you about it. after you’d been together for a long time, of course

he’s good with commitment, like exceptionally good, which is why i don’t think that he believes marriage is necessary. what’s the point other than earning a new last name? you love him and he loves you, he doesn’t think that there needs to be some big ceremony to know that

but if you’re adamant about it, he won’t be against it. as long as the wedding ceremony isn’t too big

G -> Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically, yuri is very gentle. he’s kind of awkward at first, not knowing what to do, so he’s lowkey kind of scared of doing the wrong thing. everything he does is done with precision and care to make sure that you’re comfortable and happy

emotionally, it takes him a while to be a little less... closed off. yuri is blunt and brutally honest, preferring not to sugar coat things or get caught up in sweet pleasantries. he has to realize that sometimes, those things can be taken as mean and the last thing he wants to do is be mean to you. showing you his soft side comes slowly, but it’s worth it when he does.

H -> Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

hugs are reserved for the small, fleeting private moments that the two of you get alone

they’re loose, with his arms draped around your waist and yours resting on his shoulders as he smiles down at you, talking sweet nothings in a hushed voice

I -> I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

yuri’s love language is definitely not words of affirmation

it’s acts of service but that’s not what this letter is about

yuri doesn’t say i love you often. you’re the one to say it first, and even then, it’s a little hard for him to get out. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, because trust me, he does, it’s just that it’s such a vulnerable thing that caught him completely off guard when you said it.

he does say it back, though, muffled into the crown of your hair as he holds you in the middle of the night

J -> Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

to get yuri jealous is to accomplish the impossible

to even consider you as his s/o, yuri has to have an enormous amount of trust in you. he has faith that you won’t ever betray him

but if he does, somehow, get jealous, it’s kind of funny to watch. he’ll just casually walk up to whoever you’re talking to and join in on the conversation, making sure to butt in and interrupt the guy. he just wants to make the dude super duper frustrated, and it works.

K -> Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

super fiery and possessive, and yet unsure at the same time. yuri’s so passionate about you and loves you a lot, but he’s always on the cautious side, making sure that you’re comfy and okay

he love love love loves to kiss the crown of your head, especially as he’s holding you against his chest. it makes him feel like he’s protecting you

kiss his neck and chest!! please! he absolutely melts, even if it’s just cute lil loving sfw kisses

L -> Little Ones (How are they around children?)

yuri is very very good with kids. he’s like a hero to the children in the abyss, so he’s got a lot of practice. he loves to sit with them and tell them stories. his most popular is about a robin hood-esque character who somehow managed to get the most beautiful, sweetest person in the world to fall in love with him. that story makes you blush every time.

M -> Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings together aren’t too often, but they’re not as scarce as they would be with felix. yuri’s day starts bright and early and he’d like it if yours did too. he’d love to wake up and spend like five minutes with you, but if you’re not an early bird he’d understand

if you’re still asleep by the time he wakes up, he’ll lay on his side and just admire you for a bit, running his fingers through your hair and just looking at you before giving you a kiss on the forehead and getting up to start his day.

N -> Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

nights with yuri kind of depend on his mood

as said in earlier headcanons, there are times when yuri just doesn’t want to be touched. those nights, you both just lay side by side and talk about different things

on nights that he’s comfortable with cuddling, he often will lay facing you and will hold you to his chest, his chin resting on your head as he rubs small circles into your back, still talking about the day and future plans

O -> Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait to reveal things slowly?)

even years into your relationship with yuri, you’re still learning things. it’s usually menial things that he doesn’t deem necessary for someone to know, but you’re still learning.

it’s not that yuri doesn’t trust you, because he does, it’s just that he’s not an open person. he doesn’t find talking about his past beneficial for anyone, so he just doesn’t do it.

he will confide in you about his real name right after you get together, though, asking you to never use it again after that.

P -> Patience (How easily angered are they?)

yuri is very slow to anger. sure, he gets frustrated at times, but he’s never one to show such negative emotions. if someone sees that they’re getting to him, that’s a weakness that he just doesn’t want people to see.

he wouldn’t really ever get mad at you, i wish i could elaborate more on that but yuri’s just really tolerant and you don’t really do anything to make him mad anyways??

Q -> Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

yuri remembers big things like your birthday or other significant facts, but sometimes he has to be reminded of smaller things like your mother’s father’s dog’s cousin’s name. he remembers most things is what i’m trying to say

R -> Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

yuri likes to remember the day he realized that you were the one. he was very stressed that day because the abyssians were getting nervous about rumors of an impending attack from thieves and he was struggling calming them all down

you jumped right into the chaos when you saw what was happening and quickly began soothing the abyssians as well, rallying them up and improving their morale just in case they actually would have to defend their home again

yuri’s heart swelled as he realized that you truly cared about his people and his home as much as he did

S -> Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

yuri’s quite protective, but in a secretive way. he’s not really... out there. he chooses to watch you from the corner of his eye when you’re in the same room or fight close to you when you’re in battle, only swooping in to save the day when you absolutely need it.

that’s how he’d prefer to be “protected” as well, just don’t call it protected because the great yuri leclerc does NOT need protection according to him. don’t be overbearing, let him handle things and only really come in when he absolutely needs it.

T -> Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

yuri would definitely try to make special days special, but he wouldn’t do much in terms of physical gifts. instead, he’d make you take a day off from duties and treat you to a tea party or a trip to the sauna and such

U -> Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

yuri will always always always struggle with leaning on you for support. he’s used to being the big, lone wolf leader who doesn’t need anybody and that won’t change easily.

V -> Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

yuri is naturally a beauty, so he doesn’t really try with his looks. even if he doesn’t really think he’s that much of a catch, he doesn’t bother to make himself one either.

your looks don’t bother him at all. he likes you for your personality, loyalty, strength, and all those things. it’s just a plus that you’re exceedingly attractive

W -> Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

i’m sorry, reader, but if he did feel incomplete without you, he sure as hell would be good at showing it. yuri’s spent his life only being close to three other people while everyone else has betrayed or left him. he’s got walls up for a reason and if you left, he’d easily be able to shut those feelings out and put the walls back up again

X -> Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

yuri snorts when he laughs too hard it’s just a proven fact. he gets super embarrassed when he does and makes you swear not to tell anyone, but it’s so cute and funny and makes you both laugh ten times harder

Y -> Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or in a partner?)

if you don’t care about the abyss or are really selfish, that’s a no. yuri has two number one priorities; you and the abyss. he’d appreciate it if you at least just cared a little about it, yk? that’s his home

Z -> Zzz (What’s a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

in addition to snorting when he laughs, yuri also makes little noises when he sleeps. they’re usually just small hums or little mumbles, but once you had a conversation with him while he was dead asleep

[honeylikewords]

May I please have David with c, g, l, and u please

Without a doubt, you absolutely may!

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?):

The first two things anyone notices about David are as follows: he is big, and he is tall. He is very big and he is very tall.

That has its benefits-- he can reach all the fruit out of range of most of the other harvesters when he’s on picking duty in the local orchards, not a man alive can knock him over with a pail of water, and he’s always easy to find in a crowd-- but it has its disappointments, as well, and those disappointments have colored David’s perception of himself and his physical presence greatly.

For a long time, David’s stature made him feel as though any attempt to cuddle up to a member of the feminine ways might end with him crushing her into oblivion. He’s naturally very cuddly and clingy and physical, but frets that his large size would render him unpleasant in intimate matters. He wants nothing more than to hold a lovely little woman tight in his arms and press her squarely to him, to feel the warm, enveloping sensation of love and closeness spread over him like the sun rising on a new day, but worries himself sick over the idea of accidentally turning what was supposed to be a softly-applied pressure into a pancaking push on the delicate body of his lover.

However, once David actually does enter a relationship with his soon-to-be-bride, they find a natural rhythm with one another, and he finds that his body is not nearly as un-cuddleable as he once feared. In fact, his size makes him all the more perfect for a nice, warm snuggle.

They have two favored positions: one where David is the big spoon, his arms completely wrapped around his beloved like vines around the base of a tree and his massive, sprawling chest pressed to her significantly smaller back, and one where he lays on his back and she sits on his stomach before laying down flat against his chest, where he can rub his hands up and down the planes of her shoulders and spine, all the way down to her hips before circuiting back up again.

David loves both, and has no strong preference for either; instead, he picks whichever he wants to do based on his needs for the day: does he need to feel like he’s protecting his little miss, shielding her with his body and keeping her netted safely to him, or does he need to feel the comforting weight of her against him, as if she’s squeezing out all his worries and replacing them with the solid, firm presence of herself?

Secretly, though, he sometimes prefers the method where she sits on his chest, because when she hovers her face over his, he can swoop up and steal a kiss from her, and David is quite the kiss-hungry boy.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?):

David is a magnificent paradox; a colossus of a man, with hands and body scarred from combat, a voice so deep it could rumble the earth and split it apart, and a vicious might in his muscles that renders him almost beastly in his capabilities, yet... so disinterested that part of himself.

David’s size and strength would seem to make him naturally coarse and rough, but he takes great care and exercises immense patience in order to make himself gentle. He is slow and methodical, careful in all that he does, from handling his animals with tenderness to never raising his voice if he can help it, and this gentleness defines who he is, interiorly and exteriorly.

With his wife, David takes special care to be as gentle as possible; he could almost be chided for how delicately he treats her, as if she is dainty and fragile and made of pure crystal and the ephemeral threads of cobwebs. But she knows that his gentleness is a manifestation of his love, in that if he ever brought her harm, even accidentally, he would feel so personally guilty that his heart would surely break. As such, she never admonishes him for his overprotective nature, but merely encourages him to trust her to know her limits.

When he kisses her, he can be a bit feather-light, barely brushing their lips, so she may need to take his chin in hand and guide him back, deepening the kiss with a soft reminder that she does love that form of his affection, too. When he takes her hand on walks, he can be a little skittish, as if afraid to squeeze her, so she’ll have to press her fingers to his with all her might and remind him that he won’t hurt her with just a love-pulse.

He never wants to do damage to his sweet one, and she’s so grateful for that and adores his naturally compassionate soul, so she’s scant to change anything or push him to abandon his gentleness. Still, he has nothing to fear; she trusts him with herself, heart, body and soul, and therefore can take more risks than he may have initially believed, and she’s happy to guide him towards greater confidence in that reality.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?):

Given who talks most out of the two of them, the role somewhat naturally falls to David’s lover. 

It’s not that he didn’t love her first-- in fact, David is such a saccharine, stubborn romantic that he fully believes in soulmates, destiny, and God-made matches, and is of the absolute conviction that he fell immediately in love with her upon first seeing her-- but that he just... couldn’t say it.

He’s so uptight about behaving himself, waiting for her to give him permission, to cue him forward in their relationship, that he barely inches the progress of their love along at all, in the beginning. It’s not that he doesn’t want her; the wanting of her debilitates him into silence. He aches to give her everything and be everything and do everything with her, but he just... can’t. If he scared her off with the intensity of his love, he is sure that his heart would be so broken that he could never love again.

So he sits silently, staring hungrily, waiting for her to understand him, to see in his eyes the depths of his love for her, hoping she can read the signals he tries to send.

And, to her credit, she mostly does! But she isn’t a mind-reader; sometimes, his silence is just silence to her, and she wonders if he knows how much she cares about him, how much she adores him.

So, to make up for his silence, she speaks.

It happens one day when they’re both at his house. She’s tinkering away with rolling out dough for a dessert, trying to spread it to the far corners of the table’s surface, and David is sitting by the fire, hunkered over himself with his hands working a knife over a small piece of wood. The room is mostly silent, spare the sound of her rolling pin, his knife scraping along, the crackling of the wood, and the occasional hum from her.

She turns to look at him and sees the sunlight drifting through a window behind his head, catching on his mop of dark brown curls and illuminating his flyaways into golden-brown halos, all circling around him. He looks up from his work and meets her eye, and a shy, bright smile spreads across his features.

He waves one massive hand at her, a tiny gesture of affirmation, and she waves back, blowing a kiss. She can see his cheeks turn pink as he looks down sheepishly at his hands once more.

Standing from his chair, head still low, David slowly walks over to his sweetheart, coming to rest a few inches behind her as she resumes rolling out the dough. He extends a closed fist, showing her that he is holding something.

“What’s that, honey?,” she asks, her voice gentle even as it becomes the loudest sound in the room.

David unfurls his fingers and shows her a comparatively diminutive carving of a mouse with large, cupped ears and a tiny, delicate tail. She marvels at how he’d managed to carve such smooth, small shapes with just his hands and the knife now stowed in his pocket. She smiles, patting his wrist affectionately.

“How you do it, I’ll never know,” she laughs softly, “But no matter how many times I see you make these wonderful little things, I’m surprised every time!”

She can hear him let out a pleased huff, then watches him put the miniature mouse down near her flour bowl, using two fingers to ever-so-slightly adjust it so that it faces her as she works. He then taps the mouse on the nose, then does the same to her; he is trying to convey that they are one and the same.

“Oh! Is it for me?”

David wraps his arms around her from behind and hugs her, nodding into her shoulder.

“Aw, sweetheart... thank you. I love it!” She puts her hands over his as they encircle her tummy and turns to plant a kiss on the crown of his head as it rests on her shoulder. “I love you.”

Silence.

He tenses, the hug slightly squeezing tighter. She tentatively raises a hand to card through his curls, trying to remain casual, as if she didn’t know the weight of her words, intentionally staring down at the dough on the table in front of her instead of even trying to glance at David.

The tension builds, escalating with every passing second, her heartbeat growing more frantic as she takes fewer and fewer breaths to try and preserve the silence and then--

David turns and buries his face in her neck, and mumbles something into her skin.

She rubs her nails across his scalp and feels him kiss her neck, soft and chaste, then pull back.

“I love you, too,” he repeats.

Silent no more.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?):

Honestly? 

David’s got a pretty hefty serving of trauma on his plate, so there aren’t many situations where he can turn off his high-alert feeling. He’s always sensitive to the approach of others, or to the threat they could pose, and he’s usually got a low-grade (or building) sense of anxiety that something bad is going to happen, though it can be hard for him to pinpoint exactly what that means.

Still, since retiring to a safe, quiet corner of the world with his beloved, David has been making a concerted effort to fight his worst impulses and darkest thoughts, and his sweetheart has been making her own efforts to offer him chances to relax, to indulge him in his comforts, and to take his mind off of his stressors and turn his thoughts towards what is immediately present and immediately pleasing for him.

As counterintuitive as it may sound, David finds working hard relaxing. If that means working with his animals for the day, taking care of a project, attempting some home improvements, or just generally working with his hands, David can find respite in the process of accomplishing something, focusing his attention on that instead of letting his mind wander.

He also finds eating comforting, and feels wonderfully relaxed and cared for when he gets to eat a home-cooked meal or something made just for him, especially when it’s a treat he’s shown a preference for in the past and his beloved went out of her way to procure for him.

But he feels most relaxed when he’s in bed with his family. 

It takes a while for him to reach that place-- married, with a safe home, and children to call his own-- but once he’s there, there’s no place else that he feels quite so comforted or calm or happy.

David built a huge bed, not only for his comfort and the comfort of his wife, but with the awareness that once they have children, he wants room enough for all of them to be able to cuddle and roughhouse and play around on it together. When that day arrived, and David found himself side by side with his wife, their children sleeping on his chest and in the nooks and crannies between their parents, David was... happy.

Perfectly, incandescently happy. And so relaxed that he fell asleep seconds later.

Now, it’s his go-to method when he’s stressed or in need of rest; he gathers up his wife and babies and piles them into bed, snuggled between them, comforted by their presence and their love, and the happy little kisses he gets on his cheeks from his littlest ones. Nothing makes him nearly so relaxed in all the world.

Thank you!

[deniigi]

Could I bother you for any sad or cute foggy/Matt headcannons for any of your verses? I just love them so much ❤️

Hi anon!

You’ve really done it now lol. I don’t have headcanons rn, but I do have some scraps from a couple of different fics that haven’t made the cut for you.

I’ll pick one from each category, I think? It’s gonna be a long post friends! Sorry mobile users ���

Inimitable: Foggy is homesick.

It was a busy night. A fun night. And when everyone had gone back home, the house felt so quiet and empty that Foggy almost wanted them back.

He pressed the bridge of his nose into Matt’s warm back and breathed through the heartache. Matt caught his hands and squeezed them and then rolled over so that Foggy was pressing his face against the center of his chest.

“I miss home,” Foggy admitted to that chest. Right to Matt’s heart. Where home had always been hiding.

“Me too,” Matt said.

“I miss our families.”

“Me too.”

“I’m not ready to go back yet. I don’t want to lose you again. I always lose you to the city.”

Matt’s chest expanded as he breathed in, and he cupped hand behind Foggy’s head. Pulled him in closer. Impossibly close.

“You are my home,” he said. “And you can’t lose me to the city anymore, ‘cause I have better things to protect than the concrete and glass in ten fucking blocks.”

Foggy was gonna cry.

“I wanna go home,” he hiccuped.

“Two years,” Matt said out of nowhere. “Why don’t we try for two more years? And if we still want to go home, we’ll go home.”

Two years.

“I love you,” he sniffed into Matt’s sternum. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

Matt squirmed down to that he could press his scratchy cheek into Foggy’s. So that they could share some tears.

“Don’t thank me for being selfish,” he said. “This benefits me, after all. Dave’s doing a shit job out there, bless him.”

Foggy laughed.

“You just said—”

“I ain’t promised shit. Just because I got better things to protect don’t mean I got the sense to.”

He couldn’t stop laughing.

This fucking guy.

“Gonna give me an aneurysm.”

“Ehn. I’ll dig out the helmet.”

“Oh god, not the helmet. I thought we moved past the horns.”

“Oh, but they’re so cute. You called them cute—are you telling me you’re a liar, Mr. Nelson?”

“Yeah, 100%.”

“Wow. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think—”

“We do not need another puppy, Matthew. For fuck’s sake. Alright, moment over. You’ve ruined it. Go to sleep, you fucking asshole.”

Matt’s laugh would fill that hole in his heart for now.

 Earth-65: Murderdock used to self-harm

Matt had scars across his ribs and back in patterns which looked like palm fronds laid over each other. These, Foggy was not allowed to touch.

He was allowed to snake his fingers up Matt’s hips. To skirt them across the mostly smooth skin that stretched from the peak of his hip to the bottom of his ribcage. He was allowed to sink his thumbs into that skin and to press and pull and knead.

He was not allowed to nip or bite any of that expanse.

Teeth were allowed in the juncture of Matt’s thigh and pelvis. They were allowed to graze his collarbones and shoulders. They were most welcome up at the top of his throat, where they could elicit both soft sighs and harsh breathing.

But they and all fingers were to steer clear of the palm fronds.

Foggy asked once where the fronds came from and got nothing.

He asked where the lines across Matt’s belly came from and was given an image in the form of a knife. He asked about the gnarled knot just right of Matt’s navel and learned the caliber of the gun which had fired a bullet into that place. He asked about the row of lines that crawled up Matt’s knee and learned of a fight gone south and a man twice Matt’s size dropping his weight on that twisted kneecap.

He asked of some fronds on Matt’s thighs and his face was brought up, up, up all the way for a kiss.

Matt didn’t say, but he kissed and told.

Those textured gills left a special ache in Foggy’s throat. 

Electric Sheep: Clint thinks Matt’s name is Foggy because that’s all he ever seems to say or want when his processor is compromised.

Foggy wanted his suit and the earpiece back. He did his weird half-breathing thing when Clint put them in a box while on the phone.

He shushed the bot and gave him his hand to hold instead.

This brought on curiosity.

“Foggy?” Foggy asked the hand.

“No, that’s you,” Clint told him, willing Barnes to pick up his damn phone already. “I’m Clint, remember?”

“Pilot.”

“No, Clint.”

“Pilot.”

“No, no. Clint. Can you say ‘lint?’”

“Affirmative.”

“Okay, so say ‘lint.’ But put a ‘c’ on the front of it.”

“Affirmative.”

“No, buddy. Say it.”

“It.”

“Oh my god,” Clint breathed as deeply as he could.

“Not quite,” a voice said in his ear.

“Oh, thank god,” Clint amended. “JB, I fucked up. I need your help.”

In Technicolor: Foggy’s going behind Matt’s back to make friends with Sister Maggie

“Franklin, I’m disappointed in you,” Mom lectured with hands on her hips for the second time in one day.

Foggy gave Brett a look which promised pain and mass embarrassment at the next possible moment.

“You,” he said, “Are a snitch. That’s why the night crew won’t tell you shit, Mahoney.”

“Foggy!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Foggy said to Mom. “Sorry, Bess. It’s cool, me and Sister Maggie are building bridges. We’re like this.”

He showed Mom twisted fingers.

“Does Matthew know you’re talking to her?” Mom demanded.

Foggy scowled.

“Franklin.”

“Yes and no,” Foggy admitted. “But he’s chill with Karen and her talking, so what’s the big deal if it’s me instead of Karen, huh?”

Mom stared his optimism into the dirt.

“It is one thing for women to discuss these things, Franklin, it is another for a man to insert himself into the conversation,” she said.

Foggy scowled harder.

“Okay, so first of all, gender is a construct, so jot that down, and second of all—”

Brett was ending this interaction before Fogs lost all of his dignity in one fell swoop.

“He’s gonna fess up and apologize, Ma,” he said over Foggy’s noise-making. “Aren’t you?” He stared pointedly at the guy.

Foggy grumbled.

“I don’t see why—”

“Aren’t you, Foggy?”

Foggy grumbled harder, then pouted.

“I guess,” he groaned.

And one last one for now. This is actually a tiny piece of an AU I started where Foggy is a grim reaper and Matt becomes one of the spirits he’s supposed to shepherd. Unfortunately, Matt is bad at being shepherded. I dropped it, but I’m kind of charmed by it still, so here, have a preview:

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi,” Foggy responded. “Matt Murdock?”

Matt tipped his head around, searching for the source of the sound.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Glad to hear it. My name’s Franklin Nelson, I’m your reaper. Can you confirm your address for me?” Foggy said.

Matt cocked his head the other way.

“Beg your pardon?” he said.

Foggy berated himself for assuming that Matt would remember anything prior to his ordeal.

“Nelson,” he repeated. “Franklin Nelson. You’ve switched sides, my man. Welcome to the other side of humanity; I’m your reaper—think of me as your case worker. I keep track of you until you’re ready to pass on for good.”

Matt stared past him and blinked.

“I’m not fucking dead,” he decided was the appropriate response to that explanation.

“I noticed,” Foggy said. “Also noticed that I didn’t say ‘dead,’ I said ‘turned.’ We got a different division for reapers for dead folks. You gotta have a certain presence for it, which I have been told I am lacking.”

Matt’s forehead creased as he processed that. Then he finally, finally seemed to hear the insults. He started moving his head all around as though following the echoes.

“Is that Dad?” he asked.

Mmmmmmm.

“We were hoping that you could tell us that,” Brett said. “I’ve got a report here from—”

“Are you a cop?” Matt asked.

Brett took a moment.

“Detective,” he said. “But—”

“There are reaper-cops?” Matt asked Foggy’s way.

“There are reapers of every kind you can imagine,” Foggy said. “It’s far less glamourous than you think.”

Matt furrowed his brow at that and went back to following his father’s voice bouncing around the room. Brett looked pointedly at Foggy in a ‘that’s your client’ type of way.

Foggy sighed.

“Mr. Murdock,” he said. “Your father has been possessed by—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Matt interrupted.

Foggy felt like his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth.

“You know?” he said.

“That’s not my dad,” Matt sighed. He patted at his chest and made a sound of disgust at the clothes he was wearing.

“Where—do you know where your dad is then?” Foggy asked.

Matt tsked.

“He should be trying to deal with our devil,” he said.

There was a pregnant pause.

“I got bad news for you, bud,” Foggy said.

Matt sent a boiling face just past him.

“That’s not our devil,” he said. “It’s a devil. Not a demon. They’re different. Ours has been in the family for ages. I know it and I know Dad. That’s how I know that thing’s not either of them.”

That’s it for now friend! I hope this brings you pain/joy whatever it is you’re looking for!