#foggy nelson blurb

[ardentprose]

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 3

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.6k~ | 5 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part Three: Melodies and Memories

Your wedding ceremony was decently sized, with Foggy’s large family contributing to the high number of guests. It wasn’t a wedding to rival the stars of Hollywood and sink you into unfathomable debt, neither was it void of all the fantasy you dreamed of having.

Rather it was a compromise suited to both your preferences and at the end of the day, regardless of any minor mishaps, the most beautiful day of your life.

Not to brag, but your opinion of how perfect the day was is shared with the witnesses who saw you and Foggy publicly swear yourselves to one another for eternity.

(Foggy’s favorite legal proceeding by far)

Your wedding was talked about and fondly reminisced over for the next two months by those who attended.

Needless to say, your wedding day was filled with copious amounts of laughter, dancing and singing, with enough affection to put a blockbuster rom-com to shame.

And for those long, but wonderful 24 hours, everyone was in love with how in love you and Foggy were with each other.

But there comes a time

when public displays of affection become public nuisances to by standing witnesses.

By no means is Foggy obnoxious about his love, but he sure as hell is not ashamed of it either.

He’s adapted to your level of comfort in public and is satisfied simply standing beside you.

Still, the man has his tendencies.

An arm always finding its way around your shoulders or waist

A hand lying on your thigh

or brushing knuckles with yours if not outrightly holding your hand while walking the city streets

Shoulders bumping into yours so often you tend to glance around if you don’t feel the subtle shift of his presence beside you

And quick pecks to your head for greetings, comfort and outbursts of love.

Like when you are laughing the hardest at his story and he can’t help but reward you with a kiss to the temple in gratitude.

PDA is generally tolerated in your social circle, mainly due to the fact you two are so naturally affectionate with one another that most of your friends don’t think twice about it.

You and Foggy just make sense together.

In fact, Karen thinks it’s endearing every time you visit Foggy at the office and flitter about him like a butterfly around a flower.

Especially before big cases.

You worry more than the lawyers combined and will pull Foggy by the forearm to the side to fuss over him until the last minute.

You’ll brush stray hairs into place, adjust his tie with a firm tug, and brush dust off his shoulders for the umpteenth time.

All the while, Foggy gazes at you with a lovesick smile and knowing eyes.

The third time your hands go for his tie, he catches them in his own and redirects their path to his lips.

Kissing your fingertips, then your palms, he pulls you to step impossibly closer into his space.

“I’ll be fine.” He murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Have a little faith in us.”

“I know, I do. I just….you’ve worked so hard and I don’t want-“

Foggy presses a comforting kiss to your lips, pulling away with a broad smile and twinkling eyes.

“There’s no doubt in my mind I’m going to win, if only for your sake.” He kisses your lips again, squeezing your hands and steps back with a wink.

“Can’t have my baby anxious. What kind of husband would I be?”

You roll your eyes and wish him luck, trying not to worry your lip or your mind over your husband’s case.

And more often than not, Foggy returns triumphant, pulling you in for a victorious kiss and a teasing smile.

“Told you I would win. Did it just for you.”

“And our clients, right?” Matt claps Foggy on the shoulder, entering after him.

“Yeah, always, dude.” Foggy says, between swaying you in his embrace and kissing you over and over.

Even still, you’ll repeat your anxious habits every case, but if anything, it lights a fire under Foggy’s determination to win

According to Matt, since Foggy has gotten married he’s become a beast in the courtroom

So everyone wins.

Except on Thursday nights

Thursday nights are karaoke nights

And while yes, everyone does indeed love you two together and generally is supportive about your PDA

karaoke brings out the worst in them

because it brings out the best in you.

Foggy knew you were his soulmate when you confessed you were a karaoke fan.

He fell in love the first time you two ventured out with a group of friends to a karaoke bar and you belted out some of the greatest hits of the past decade.

Two of those songs being his all time favorites

Little did he know, you had invited him out with your friend group and chosen those songs specifically for him

because you were already in love with him badly, but didn’t have the courage yet to risk the friendship.

So instead, you drunkenly sang your overwhelming feelings for him through various songs like

Feels Like the First Time by Foreigner

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

and Love Again by Dua Lipa

This went on for months until your friends stopped agreeing to go out with you because all you were really doing was putting on a solo concert for the man you were in love with and using them as cover.

Foggy was so enamored he didn’t notice any of this.

One night he was so enamored, and drunk, that when you let the last note fade and lowered the microphone he wandered onto the stage

Staring at you with awe, jaw dropped and eyes aglow

“Will you sing this song with me?”

Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

You did

And the audience was….highly uncomfortable with the sexual tension between the two singers eye-fucking each other on stage

Then he asked if you would go out with him on a date

You did

And later, when he asked you to date him, he joking said “Will you be my karaoke partner?”

You said yes

And though he was joking you took that as a challenge.

Now, the newlywedded Nelsons bring down the house when they get on stage together

Obnoxious as hell

Yet highly entertaining

Leaving everyone rolling their eyes yet applauding ---

It would be remiss to suggest you two never fought in the first year of your marriage

Of course adjusting to living arrangements and working out social cues brings up some small disputes

But hardly ever anything substantial enough to last more than a conversation or two

The one time it was substantial, however, you and Foggy really got into it.

It also happened to be the day before your anniversary.

As most arguments do, it began as a misunderstanding but quickly spiraled into a full blown argument

Debating a lawyer was extremely annoying too

“Oh so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’, but when I do it I’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to let it go’?” Foggy challenges.

“You’re not a fucking bird, so yeah, you’re being petty as hell.”

“It’s not petty, its concern. Why can’t you understand I’m concerned over how this "alleged" friend is treating you?”

“They apologized and it was a month ago!” You insist.

“Yeah, about that! Why did you feel the need to hide it from me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t let it go!”

“I’m not gonna apologize for looking out for my wife. They’re not good for you!”

It was a painful and brutal 24 hours. But eventually, when tempers cooled and friends were sought out for advice, you realized your husband’s intentions were good at heart, despite your doubts about his opinions.

You sorted out the protectiveness from the fear, the concern from the insults, and the love from the anger.

Foggy did the same on his end and you two had an honest conversation with plenty of tears, apologies, hugs and reassurances.

Despite everything being water under the bridge, you still wanted to lighten the mood since your anniversary was the next day. Just as extra reassurance that you loved your husband, even when you got upset with him.

You come up with a brilliant idea

To search anniversary gifts on Tiktok

And after a few hours of scrolling you find the perfect treat.

On the day of, Foggy walks into a candle lit kitchen, with you standing proudly holding up your creation.

A personal sized cake coated in white icing

With your kisses pressed to every inch of it.

A bit of the red icing is still smeared on your lip, which Foggy takes the opportunity to swipe with his thumb once he approaches, sucking the sugar off his finger.

“What’s this?” His voice is hushed, the heat in his eyes saying he already knows.

You step up to his chest.

“A cake to celebrate our anniversary, and say I’m sorry once again.”

“Honey,” The endearment is saturated sweetly, Foggy’s desire quickly rising.

“There’s not an ounce of fucks left I give about our fight. You don’t need to apologize again.”

His eyes flicker down to the cake covered in lip prints.

“But I gotta admit, I am a little jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“I’d prefer if you used your mouth to cover me in kisses instead.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh, yeah?”

You place the cake down a safe distance away on the counter.

Stepping to him, you wrap his tie slowly around your fingers before tugging him into you.

Your mouths collide and all is forgiven and forgotten.

You spend the rest of the night covering your lover in kisses

every single inch of his skin under the attention of your mouth at some point

And he tastes delicious.

The End!

Prev: Part One | Part Two

[chvoswxtch]

thriller- request a deleted scene from any of my one shots/series

do you remember this fantasy? first of all, still obsessed, second of all, now i wanna know how they try and fail to keep their hanky panky a secret from foggy

how could I possibly forget??

I had way too much fun with this. poor foggy can't catch a break

as a reminder, director's cut means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

clueless starring matt murdock

Foggy was out to lunch, or at least he was supposed to be.

Hadn’t he just left?

Matt couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed between his partner walking out the door and him hauling you up on the edge of his desk. He’d gotten lost in the pleasure of your snug slick warmth squeezing his cock like a vice, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers lightly tugging at his hair and your breathy moans in his ear. His nose nuzzled against your neck as he left open mouthed wet kisses along your skin, nipping at your pulse point, panting and grunting in your ear.

This was supposed to be quick, but Matt had gotten carried away. His arm was wrapped around your lower back, holding you tight against his chest, while his other hand gripped your thigh firmly. Somewhere along the line his fervent thrusting had slowed into slow, deep strokes. He flexed his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours in a way that caused delicious friction against your sensitive clit.

He could feel that you were on the verge of coming, and he wasn’t far behind you, but then the ding of the elevator went off and he could hear Foggy’s familiar voice humming some pop song that he’d gotten stuck in everyone’s heads, and Matt froze.

“Fuck.”

“No no no, don’t stop. Please, I’m gonna-”

“Foggy.”

The mention of your other boss broke through the haze of lust you’d been lost in, and you looked up at Matt in confusion.

“What?”

“Foggy.”

When Matt immediately pulled out and started to stuff his glistening hard cock back into his pants, the frantic repetition of Foggy’s name seemed to click in your brain, and your eyes widened.

“Oh, shit.”

The two of you scrambled to make yourselves presentable, and just a few seconds later, the door of Nelson, Murdock, & Page swung open, and Foggy’s voice called out.

“Matt? Y/N?”

Clearing his throat, Matt adjusted his red tinted sunglasses on his face and adjusted his tie for the seventh time in ten seconds.

“In here.”

Foggy’s footsteps grew louder as he approached the door of Matt’s office.

“Okay so I met with Brett, and he said he could-”

Matt tried to appear relaxed as he sat at his desk, and you were trying to appear as innocent as possible. Foggy glanced between the two of you silently. The two of you seemed…off. He was going to ask, until he noticed that you were holding a stack of papers that you tried to appear busy with.

Papers that were in Braille.

Upon a second glance, he noticed you looked a little…frazzled. Matt’s hair also looked a little tousled, and peeking out beneath his tie was a button on his shirt that was undone. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to put the pieces together. Rolling his eyes, Foggy shook his head and turned to walk out.

“Jesus Christ, Murdock.”

Matt immediately began to stammer out an excuse while embarrassment burned in your cheeks. 

“Foggy, it’s not-”

“We have one rule in the office Matthew!”

Setting the papers down on Matt’s desk, you awkwardly cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna…um…coffee.”

As you practically bolted out the door, Foggy called out to you from his own office.

“I want a muffin for emotional distress in the workplace.”

[writeroutoftime]

belated valentine’s day blurbs

please love me - steve harrington/ “after all…I’m just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her.” - Notting Hill

what I hate about you - tommy shelby/ “but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” - 10 Things I Hate About You

the greatest thing you'll ever learn - jamie tartt/ “the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” -Moulin Rouge

crazy things - sir leon/ “people do crazy things - when they’re in love.” - Hercules

don't write me off just yet - john shelby/  “and no, I know, based on my track record, I might not seem like the safest bet. All I’m asking you is don’t write me off just yet.” - Musics & Lyrics

untitled blurb - benedict bridgerton/ “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” - When Harry Met Sally

choose me - eddie munson/ "choose me. marry me. let me make you happy.” - My Best Friend’s Wedding

just as you are - foggy nelson/ “I like you very much. Just as you are.” – Bridget Jones’s Diary

don't wanna lose you - jamie tartt/ “with everything to win, the only thing I lose is you.” - Anastasia the Musical

lasso the moon - foggy nelson/ “what do you want? you want the moon? ust say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” - It’s a Wonderful Life

and yet... - jack thompson/ “you like because and you love despite. you like someone because of all of their qualities, and you love someone despite some of their qualities.” - Set it Up 

[mari--lace]

🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

🌺 favorite poetic quote from a published work

🍎 favorite angst quote from a wip

🍌favorite funny quote from a wip

🍓 favorite poetic quote from a wip

(🩷)

💜💜

🥀 I was pretty undecided for this one, but this is the fic I think about for angst, so... yeah. Chapter 15 of my writober collection, it's set during the Blip. Matt doesn't take it well. :)

Later, Nat makes him sit and gives him a plate with some eggs and spinaches. He knows she won’t leave him alone until he eats, so he does. Slowly. She’s got a plate for herself, too, so they eat in silence for a while. “It’s been six months.” Matt turns his head to the floor. He doesn’t want to have this conversation. “What happened today?” Nothing. He met Anna Nelson, so what? It doesn’t matter. It’s not like not meeting her changes the fact that Foggy vanished along with half of the universe. Matt was spared, because of course he was. Anna said she was happy to see him. She shouldn’t have been. Matt isn’t.

🌺 I rarely think of my works as poetic, and I'm not exactly sure what I'm about to quote fits, but I do think "What's in a soul?" might be my most poetic work—in a broad sense. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with this dialogue.

“Who are you?” Her heartbeat quickens; this might be the first time it's done that since he's known her. “I'm the ghost of a sister. I'm the ghost of a friend. I'm the ghost of a killer and a hero.” She pauses. Her heart slows back to its usual steady rhythm. “I'm a shadow who is more comfortable talking and fighting with a vigilante than surrounded by people who say they love her.”

🍎 this was tricky because I don't actually have many wips? And the majority of them aren't angst. I did find an old one I'd forgotten (rip) that I think fits well enough; I received a prompt asking for "an angsty blurb of Matt telling Jen about his past with Elektra that ends on a happy/hopeful note" and started to fill it, then life happened and I never got the chance to work on it again. I'd like to complete it in the future. Anyway, here it is (please note that I don't hate Elektra, I actually quite like her):

“I mean. How is it even possible to be this unlucky with dating? My exes are the worst,” Jen slurs the last word a bit and reaches for her cocktail. Matt takes a swig of his beer. Exes, huh. “Like, one of them was paid to go out for me. To take a sample of my blood. How is this even real, Matt? It shouldn’t be.” She downs the last of her appletini. “If there was a contest for the worst exes, I’d win hands down.” She turns to face him and, guessing from her tone, she smiles. “Maybe that’s why I got to meet you then. Karma or something like that.” “I don’t know,” he says, fidgeting with his glass. “I was my ex’s literal mission, so I think I could compete.” “Mission?” Matt drinks. He’s been looking for the right moment to tell Jen about Elektra for a while, but bringing that out now was probably a stupid move. A night out to vent at the lawyer bar isn’t the best context for a serious conversation. Is it? “Matt?” Jen sounds different now, and oh, he realizes after a moment, she’s hulked out. If he understood her metabolism right, she should be sober in this form. He smiles at her. “Yeah. It’s kind of complicated. I meant to tell you about it, but I’m rethinking the timing a little.” “I’ve had enough alcohol anyway,” Jen says. “Want to go back to my place?” Matt takes one last swig, then nods. “Sure.”

🍌 so what I'm about a quote isn't "from a wip", it's the whole wip. It's a brief exchange that came to my mind a few nights ago and I'm not sure if I'll ever develop it further than that. It's stupid, but I guess I find Italian stereotypes funny, so... Here we go with an outraged Frank Castle:

"What are you doing?" "Pasta." "That's not how you cook pasta, Red."

🍓 the ending of a very recent (like... today-recent) mlb wip came to mind for this 👀 Again, poetic is relative, but yeah. Go Chloé:

One week before, it felt like her world was falling apart. It was, in a way. If something breaks, though, you can put the pieces back together. Chloé did just that: she built herself back up, making space for new pieces beside the old ones. She’s still Chloé Bourgeois. A new adventure is calling to her, and she’s said yes.

[catholicdaredevil]

Imagine sending Foggy some nudes while he’s working on an important case

bestie the way that i want to gobble him up

this is an a reader wearing an afab-ish set of lingerie there are no specific body parts described or gender but a 'set' specifically which i think is usually considered afab even tho anyone can wear it gender/sex-wise

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he was supposed to be home hours ago. when you'd put dinner on the table for two, glasses of wine and all. he was supposed to text you if he was gonna be late. but your phone sat untouched, not a single text or call, on the table next to you where you sat. it took only twenty minutes for you to realize he wasn't coming, that he'd forgotten to tell you too.

he never did this, not really. there'd been maybe three times including this one that he'd forgotten to even tell you he was gonna be late. it only happened when something really serious came up, which is why you let it slide. he was a good boyfriend, a great boyfriend, so it was easy to give him these small allowances.

so you ate dinner, your dinner. drank your glass of wine, and packed his up for him. tucking them into the fridge with a small sticky note saying you loved him and just because he was late didn't mean he had an excuse to not eat something. washing the dishes and setting them in the drying rack to finish out your own night, if he wasn't gonna be home anytime soon you might as well go to sleep early. catch up on rest that you miss more often than not.

lights off, doors locked, you change out of your clothes from the day. there's a moment when you hesitate, decide whether or not you wanna make foggy's night a little harder for ditching you. the decision is easy, it's always fun to fuck with foggy and this is your favorite way to do it.

it's not hard, to get him riled up like this, just a nice matching set. blue is his favorite so blue it is. it's feels nice to get dressed up like this, checking your hair in the mirror while you adjust the straps and lace on your skin. you climb up into your bed, fluffing your white comforter under you and getting posed into what is, while vaguely uncomfortable to stretch your back like this, perfect.

a few snaps of your phone camera later, and you send them off before climbing under the covers, content to fall asleep while foggy suffers at work.

-

foggy's phone buzzing is the first sound he hears other than his own thoughts in four hours. it jolts him out of his focus, he's been glued to his laptop since 2pm, minutes ticking by slowly while he goes through page after page of bleary boring paperwork. it's probably getting about time to head home, he knows it's date night and he promised he'd be home for dinner.

dinner that was.... two hours ago.

fuck.

he grabs his phone off the table, unlocking it to shoot you the longest apology text he can write when your message pops up on his screen and he almost fumbles and drops his phone in surprise.

"is everything okay fog?" of course matt's here with him, of course matt's here still, matt doesn't have a loving partner who's been waiting on him to get home. matt doesn't have dinner sitting on a table somewhere getting cold while he works, and most importantly, matt doesn't have lewds on his phone screen in the middle of the office.

"uh-um, yeah of course, um." foggy barely chokes out the word, eyes scanning down then up, down then up, each time getting stuck on different spots. its blue. god damn it, it's blue. blue is his favorite. and if his decision wasn't already made at the sight of the time, it was certainly made now. "i'm late, i gotta go."

"right now?" matt's brow shoots up while foggy piles all of his stuff into his bag haphazardly, his papers are going to be all out of order and crumpled and probably bother him the next day. but that is a problem for next day foggy, today foggy is gonna go home and apologize with his words. and then, if you let him, his hands, and his mouth, and his cock.

"yes, right the fuck now." on instinct he stops walking by matt, leaning down to kiss the top of matt's head. "bye!"

as he's running out the door he hears matt call out through laughter, "is this because of whatever photo they just sent you?"

"right you are again matty, i'm gonna go have sex." foggy replies, slamming the door to nelson and murdock behind him on his way out. already sending off a series of texts to you, hurried apologies and promises for what he'll do when he gets home, what he'll do to you when he gets home.

at home you lie in bed, only moving when you hear the familiar ding of six incoming texts, one right after the other and you smile knowing exactly what they say.

that foggy's on his way.

[ddejavvu]

Could you do a foggy blurb where reader likes to bite him and Matt and Karen notice and tease him ab it?

join my 2K sleepover!

"I was just thinking that next week we could-" Matt's voice faltered as his fingers brushed against a sizeable dip in the soft skin of Foggy's bicep, his hand resting lightly there as he passed the man at the kitchen table.

Foggy felt Matt's fingers dip down into the soft indents, trying to keep his muscles relaxed so that Matt didn't know how flustered he was at the unexpected contact. He hadn't thought about wearing a long-sleeved shirt to cover any of the teeth marks in his arm, but he was really regretting not having one now.

"Did you get mauled?" Matt's voice was a strange mixture of concerned and amused, his other hand coming up to travel along the trail of marks lining Foggy's arm.

"No," Foggy's voice shook, a gruff timbre seeping in when he cleared his throat, "I just leaned on something weird, 's all."

"Leaned on Y/N?" Foggy watched in trepidation as Matt's head spun at Karen's voice, the soft smirk on her lips perfectly audible in her haughty tone.

"Oh my god," Matt snickered, gripping Foggy's bicep tighter in his hand, "You did get mauled."

"Shut up," Foggy groaned, slapping Matt's hand off of his arm, "I'd bring up something embarrassing about your love life but it doesn't seem like you've got much of one at the moment."

It was true, Matt hadn't clicked with anyone in particular lately, he'd been pouring over cases rather than going out to meet people. Still undeterred by Karen's snickers and the insults slung at him, though, Matt teasingly scoffed, "I'm not sure I'd like to become someone's chew toy anyways. But to each his own."

[someplace-darker]

“is that my shirt?”

With Foggy bear pretty please?

Foggy fluff to fix the heartbreak i posted earlier

Send prompts and a character from this list!

“Foggy, where’d my nice shirt go?” you call out, digging through the hamper in front of you with abandon.

You can hear him hum through the bathroom door, the sound of the shower muffling it a bit. “I don’t know, didn’t you wear it to the banquet last week?”

You vaguely remember putting on said shirt before leaving for the banquet, but in your defense, the rest of that night is hazy due to the drinks you consumed immediately after the event. Both Foggy and Karen could vouch for how fucked up you had been, seeing as they were the ones who shoved you into a cab outside of Josie’s while Matt stood behind them listening to the sounds of struggle with thinly veiled delight plastered on that smug face of his.

“I think so, but I don’t know where I put it,” grumbling, you toss the clothes you had discarded back into the hamper and turn towards Foggy’s wardrobe. If you weren’t able to find it, you may as well improvise, right? Grinning, you sift through his closet, brushing by his work shirts until your fingers graze a sleek all black button-up, fingers nimbly pulling it off the hanger so you can hold it up to your torso.

“Did you find it?” Foggy talks through the door clearer now, the sound of the water having stopped. You undo the placket and slide your arms in, tugging it on completely “I found something better.” You have it halfway buttoned when Foggy walks out, towel wrapped around his waist with soaked tendrils of hair falling into his face.

He pauses when you turn around, eyebrows raising as his eyes trail from the bottom of the shirt to where you had stopped in the middle, chest exposed to the open air. “Is that my shirt?” Foggy smiles wide and bright, making your heart flutter against your chest. He was just so fucking pretty, and you were reminded of it every day.

“Yeah, it is, I couldn’t find mine so I figured I could borrow one of yours. I promise I won’t get it dirty,” you offer, waiting for his response to finish buttoning it up, even though something (the weight of his stare on your chest) told you he didn’t mind. He moves to stand closer, but you’re quick to put your hand out to stop him from dripping on the shirt “I love you, but please do not get me wet, I don’t wanna have to iron this.”

Foggy grins and dips his head down to press a soft kiss to your lips, the water from his hair smearing on your forehead. His hands find their place on your waist, pinching lightly at the skin just to see you squirm. “You can keep it, it looks good on you,” he speaks, once more pressing his mouth to yours and you can’t stop the way your stomach flips like a lovesick teenager. Foggy had a way of making you feel like you were constantly falling in love over and over, every joke or smile or press of his lips to your palm had you wondering how you ever lived without him.

“You should get ready though, we have to leave in ten minutes,” you murmur against his affection.

Foggy laughs, nipping at your bottom lip “says the one with a shirt and no pants.”

“Oh shit.”

[poemsforparker]

Foggy: is she okay?

Matt: yeah, she get's like that when listening to Taylor Swift...

y/n *yelling daylight at matt*: I ONCE BELIEVED LOVE WOULD BE BURNING RED, BUT IT'S GOLDEN.

Frank *comes into the room*: he literally is Red.

[aliypop]

Campus (Frank Castle x POC  OC)

Wordcount: 811

Warning: None

A/N: Just a small blurb on if Yonah (My oc) had met Frank during her days in Columbia University also it’s based off the song campus

"We have a problem..." Foggy sighed, books close to his chest, "Let me guess, you caused it?" Yonah asked, turning towards Matt, his copper hair sparkling in the lowly lit New York sun, "I didn't do anything..." his Columbia university sweatshirt clung to his body, "Sure..." Yonah rolled her eyes. Matt could hear the rolling veins as he shook his head,

 "Okay, so I might have started a fight..."

"As he usually does..." Foggy added. 

"Who was the asshole this time, Murdock?" Yonah asked, her reading glasses tucked in her bang of curls. The three had been studying for their final, which was the mock group trial. "Just an asshole who asked for it." he shrugged, "Matt, that could be anyone." Yonah joked. The three had been walking around the campus trying to get to the library, 

But instead, they'd been freezing their butts off in the New York winter. Towards the distance was a tent in front of Yonah's favorite building, the iconic piece of Ghostbusters history. "Hey, Matt, there's the perfect place for you to beat up assholes..." Foggy shook his head, Marine's recruitment tent. The other day, it was the army. 

They'd been frequenting the campus a lot more lately. "Ah yes, Matt Murdock, the next super soldier." Matt chuckled, "Got a nice ring to it." he shook his head, arms interlocked with Foggy's. Yonah chuckled, her back facing the concrete walkway. The two still kept on talking, forgetting Yonah was behind them.

THUD

Her books were on the ground bringing her to her knees to pick them up. For a Wayne, she wasn't always graceful in moments like these, 

"Hey, watch it-" 

"I wasn't watching where I was going and-"

"Let me help you with that, sweetheart." unfamiliar hands brushed against each other. Yonah glanced at the stranger, not noticing he'd taken one too, "Oh uh, thanks..." she blushed, her face looking down at the concrete. Either he was handsome, or it was the uniform. She thought to herself, taking another glance, "Frank Castle." he stuck his hand out, offering to help her up, "Yonah Shanel Wayne." she shook his hand,

 "What the hell is Bruce Wayne's daughter. Doing here..." 

"Well, she figured Gotham U had nothing to offer, and Princeton was fun, but she blew through the course, graduated early, and now she... is here." Yonah chuckled, a red tint to Frank's cheeks from the weather (not), 

"So you're smart, huh." 

"I wouldn't say that..." she got bashful, "But. Yes, I am." 

"Cocky too, huh." he laughed. Yonah gasped, "Me, the early Princeton grad cocky no." she giggled. Looking at her textbooks, he could tell she was a law student, probably stressing over finals. "Are you going to recruit me or something, Mr. Castle," she asked as his heartbeat skyrocketed. "Nah, no offense, princess. But you're a little, you know, for the Marines..." 

"I know what..." she batted her eyelashes,

"Dainty," he smirked, her heart sputtering out of control, "I think you're wrong."

"And if I'm right..." he stepped closer, his tall form nearly looming over her, 

"If I prove you wrong, you owe me a tea..." she stepped up towards him, short yet intimidating. He liked her already, 

"If you prove me wrong, you owe me a date..." Frank winked, "Deal," she shook his hand again. Her grasp was soft yet firm, the hands of a dancer or a woman who never really "worked." he couldn't tell. Moving out of the way, he ushered her to the metal bar that was the legendary pull-up challenge, nothing she hadn't done before with her father. Dusting off her hands, she took to the bar with ease, 

"Ready when you are..." pressing the stopwatch, she began to pull herself up, starting slow then speeding up. She had to give Frank the benefit of the doubt. A minute had passed as she dropped down from the bar.

"So how did I do, Officer," she asked, 

"91 pull-ups in a minute..." he was impressed. The only other person to do that was Billy, who'd also been out with some girl he met the night before, 

"How'd you..."

"My fathers a health nut, and my brother was an acrobat, but you owe me a tea. Green tea, a hint of lemon, and-"

"You can tell me when we get to the cafe..." he winked,

"Is that a date?" 

"Only if you want it to be." 

"There you are, Yonah!"

Yonah looked back as she saw Foggy. "We thought we lost you. Is everything okay." The two began to walk towards the library, a small card sticking out of her Shakespearean text book.

When I saw you 

I fell in love, and you smiled.

Because you knew.

Charming he was, a card with his phone number, "See you around a Castle..." she waved at him as he gave her a nod. 

"Yon!"

[ardentprose]

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 2

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.2k | 5 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part Two: Dancing in Domesticity

Once a week, you and Foggy gear up to clean your home. You split the chores equally, the actual tasks based on who feels like doing what that day.

No one likes cleaning up but, secretly, a little part of you enjoys how domestic it feels cleaning your shared space with your partner.

It especially feels domestic when you trip over one of his loafers in the foyer and curse him out across the house.

In his defense, when he gets home you are usually at the other end of the hallway

luring him to you with that look

Can you blame the man for kicking off his shoes and beelining for you?

Foggy is usually lost in his own world as he cleans

humming and swaying

a little two step thrown in there

There’s a dedicated hobby room in your home and every Saturday he spends a good two hours dusting his vinyls.

Two corners of it are filled with stacks of Foggy’s impressive and eclectic record collection.

One day you run to Ikea and spend the next eternity three hours building two display shelves whose names you can’t pronounce.

But you manage and then spend another hour organizing his collection across the shelves.

Foggy comes home and finds you swaying to one of the records while messing around with last-minute placements.

You don’t have time to notice your husband before he lunges.

All you know is now your vision is spinning like the current record under the needle.

A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James

Foggy’s whirlwind hug calms to a romantic twirl that you two stay in while Foggy dotes on you with grateful kisses.

That slow dance eventually melts to the carpet where Foggy continues to show his gratitude, the melody of Etta's voice playing above your intertwined figures. ---

You two have synchronized your idiosyncrasies and memorized the other’s mannerisms. It’s become an unspoken fluency between the two of you.

Foggy could be chopping vegetables in preparation for dinner while you sit at the island offering your silent company while you read.

It’s been a long work day so it doesn’t take much before the day’s stressors compile in your brain and induce a headache.

You aren’t even fully aware of it. At the most, there’s a vague tension in your mind and a furrow in your brow.

The next sentence on the page is cut off when you feel a tap against the cover of your book. You look up, squinting at Foggy in confusion.

Who only shakes the pill bottle he tapped against your book and is extending across the counter to you

Now that you mention it….

Your head does hurt.

Maybe you’re getting a headache-

oh

“How did you even know?” You set the book down long enough to crack open the bottle’s lid as Foggy slides an accompanying glass of water to you.

He resumes chopping the carrots.

“You had that look on your face.” He mimics a wrinkled nose, pursed lips and deep frown.

You frown harder.

Foggy laughs, endeared. “See?”

“Thanks.” You mutter, slightly disturbed, slightly turned on, by your husband’s observance.

Other days it’s like clockwork when you enter his office, carrying a stiff drink.

Foggy doesn’t see you, slouched over his work as he is, always absorbed in saving someone’s life.

You coax apart the grip that was on the brink of snapping the pen

And he gently starts at your sudden existence at his desk.

It isn’t until the cool glass of bourbon hits his fingertips, a salve to the ache in his hand

That he realizes yet again you’ve managed to time his tension just right, appearing by his side to simmer the rising temper at the banalities of his work.

Wordless, he clutches the glass to him, takes a generous sip, then rolls back his chair.

It’s an open invitation you gladly accept, slipping onto his lap with practiced ease and combing the stress away with gentle fingers through his hair.

The relief is palpable. With a heaving sigh, Foggy reclines into the chair, closing his eyes and allowing you to comfort him with whispers of support to chase away the doubts. ---

In the first month of marriage, your newly wedded brain latched onto the idea of playing housewife

Since Foggy has more work than god-given hours in the day, you attempted to be cute and pack him lunches every day.

Key word: attempted

It took a week and a half of scrolling through Pinterest recipes at the last minute and stress cooking something edible

nevermind all the aesthetic spreads you had planned

then jamming it all into a lunch pack that could endure a New York City walking commute being jostled by strangers

for you to quit.

Luckily for you, Foggy was never really into a traditional marriage in the 50’s fashion.

You two quickly pivot to designating a couple nights a week to cooking meals together.

And luckily for you again

(Really, you won the lottery with this man)

Foggy knows how to cook pretty well.

In fact, did he ever tell you his mom wanted him to be a butcher?

Despite his career choices involving knives as evidence rather than kitchen tools, Foggy retained his culinary training from growing up in his parents' shop

He can slice up a ham, carve a turkey and fillet a fish like it’s butter.

With apron on, sleeves rolled up, hand towel over shoulder, Foggy’s steady hands hold pounds of meat to be carved under the flashing glint of his butcher knife.

In short

Foggy knows how to handle his meat.

I’m sorry

No I’m not

Because some nights, when you aren’t salivating over the free show you’re getting watching him prep dinner, Foggy will stand behind you, a firm grip over your hand on the knife and show you how to cut fat from chicken in an instructional, factual voice that leaves no room for messing around.

He takes safety first in the kitchen very seriously.

So despite your lilted questions

“Like this, love?” “Show me again?”

despite you “accidentally” leaning back into his chest

despite the proximity of his mouth to yours when he leans over your shoulder to make sure you understand this type of cut

despite your sultry compliments at his intelligence in the kitchen

Foggy ignores your not so subtle horny desperation.

It's actually a little fun to tease him because he gets so stern with you.

Correcting your posture with hands on your hips when you tried to arch your body into him.

His firm grip on your hips burns through your skin like a brand, rather than the warning it was intended to be.

For all his muttered redirections to the task at hand, once the roast is set in the oven, his attention is all yours.

on one condition

For the love of God you better not keep him from pulling out to run back to the oven and turn it off before dinner burns.

Safety first.

Part Three

Prev: Part One

[farfromstrange]

Preview for Foreigner's God

This is a snippet taken from chapter fourteen!

look at him :( sorry <3

“What is this?”

Tony stopped in the doorframe. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights and he stood there, watching as Eliza sat on his office chair, legs crossed and the definition of darkness etched into her features. He looked over at the open bookshelf and the room behind it. 

“Eliza,” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to know,” she said. 

He looked at the file. “Listen, there is a good explanation for all of this!” The door fell shut. 

No.

She scoffed. “There isn’t.”

“I just need you to listen. This looks bad, but I promise you, it’s not.”

“Liar!” her voice soared off the walls. “You don’t get to do that.” She got up. The file with her name on it was wide open in front of her. The family picture on one side, the house on the other, and then there was her, and even more her. There was so much of her, she felt sick. The faces she should remember, she couldn’t even piece together in her distorted memory. The names sounded foreign, a language she didn’t speak. “What is this?” she asked him again. “Why did you keep this from me?”

Tony was trapped. “Like I said…”

“There’s a good explanation? Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep because I had no hope of ever finding out who I was? Who I am? There is nothing you could say that would make what you did any better. I just need to know, did you keep this from me because you were afraid of me, or because you wanted to keep me all to yourself, helpless and alone?”

“I was trying to protect you,” he claimed.

“Protect me? You wanted to protect me?" She glared at him with wide eyes. "By denying me the answers that I was searching for so desperately, I tried to kill myself when I couldn't find anything?" she said. "You know how I felt. You were there! You had this-" she brought her hand down on the file, "and you didn’t tell me? You just… you just put it in there, put a lock on it, and hoped I’d never ask questions again? You are- I can’t believe you! Oh, my fucking God.”

to be continued…

[chvoswxtch]

movie night at mine

join me for a 5k followers friends celebration!

and we are kicking the new year off with a bang! i'm so incredibly lucky to have all of y'all here. there are so many wonderfully talented people in our corner of the internet, & I always feel honored when y'all find your way to me. y'all make me feel celebrated every day, so it's my turn to celebrate you. 🖤

when is movie night at mine: this movie marathon kicks off today and ends january 31st

who’s coming over: matt murdock | karen page | foggy nelson | elektra natchios | frank castle | billy russo | dinah madani | jessica jones | luke cage | bucky barnes | sam wilson | dean winchester | aaron hotchner | derek morgan | spencer reid | emily prentiss

☾ horror- ask me anything you wanna know about me, or chat with me about anything fandom related

☾ romcom- headcannons (request a director’s cut to make it spicy)

☾ sci-fi- tell me something about you & i’ll recommend a movie for you

☾ drama- games! (cym, fmk, etc.)

☾ thriller- request a deleted scene from any of my one shots/series

☾ action- blurbs (request a director’s cut to make it spicy)

☾ documentary- ask me about any of my previous work or something i’m currently working on

you must be 18+ to request a director’s cut.

these will all be posted on a separate masterlist to come.

can't wait to see y'all!

[writeroutoftime]

belated valentine's day blurbs masterlist

So, I finally wrote and posted all the requested blurbs from my valentine's day challenges. All of these are stand-alone fics, so please enjoy whatever you fancy!

please love me - steve harrington/ “after all…I’m just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her.” - Notting Hill

what I hate about you - tommy shelby/ “but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” - 10 Things I Hate About You

the greatest thing you'll ever learn - jamie tartt/ “the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” -Moulin Rouge

crazy things - sir leon/ “people do crazy things - when they’re in love.” - Hercules

don't write me off just yet - john shelby/  “and no, I know, based on my track record, I might not seem like the safest bet. All I’m asking you is don’t write me off just yet.” - Musics & Lyrics

untitled blurb - benedict bridgerton/ “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” - When Harry Met Sally

choose me - eddie munson/ "choose me. marry me. let me make you happy.” - My Best Friend’s Wedding

just as you are - foggy nelson/ “I like you very much. Just as you are.” – Bridget Jones’s Diary

don't wanna lose you - jamie tartt/ “with everything to win, the only thing I lose is you.” - Anastasia the Musical

lasso the moon - foggy nelson/ “what do you want? you want the moon? ust say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” - It’s a Wonderful Life

and yet... - jack thompson/ “you like because and you love despite. you like someone because of all of their qualities, and you love someone despite some of their qualities.” - Set it Up 

[pagesfromthevoid]

False God | m.m. | Epilogue

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Fluff. Religious mentions and undertones

Author’s Note: Holy fucking shit. We did it. It’s here. We’ve done it. Thank you all for your love and support and I am just. I am so excited.

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | Buy me a coffee?

“What are the odds you’ll help a friend of mine out?”

The first several months of everyone returning were rough; homes were rented out and sold. Jobs were taken over and lost. Foggy, Karen and Matt had a whole new set of clients, all needing help recovering what was lost five years ago. The offices of Nelson, Murdock and Page were constantly busy. Though Matt did his best to make time to spend with her. She’d taken up her receptionist position full time now, though only because she felt bad that they were so bombarded. Today, they were closing up early though.

Matt looked up from the case he was feeling over, brow raised. “Depends. Who is it?”

She hummed a little in response, looking over the newspaper in her hand. The front page showed Steve shaking Sam’s hand, holding the shield as he passed it down to the hero. Well deserved, truly. Though she was certain Sam would disagree with the sentiment. The bottom of the article had a blurry photo of Bucky, with a short blurb about his upcoming court appearance to determine if he would be pardoned.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes?”

Foggy looked up from his computer, frowning now. “You want us to represent the Winter Soldier?”

“You represented me —“

“You didn’t murder people for seventy years!” Foggy argued, falling back in his chair.

Matt stopped going over his paperwork, cleaning back for a moment as he considered it. “We can meet with him. But it’ll have to wait until next week.”

She beamed, sitting up straight at her desk. “Really? Thank god.”

“You might want to hold onto that gratitude until after tonight,” Matt grinned, looking over at her.

Both she and Foggy rolled their eyes. Karen walked out of her office, grabbing her jacket. “Let’s go, you. We have things to do before tonight.”

She groaned, throwing herself back in her chair dramatically. “I don’t need to do all that, Karen —“

“Yes you do. Now get your coat; we’re gonna be late for your nail appointment.”

She stood up as Natasha sauntered in, jiggling her car keys. “You’re both too slow.”

“Do you ever knock?” Foggy asked, looking at Natasha with a teasing grin.

“Don’t like my surprise visits, Nelson?”

“I don’t mind, but I’m pretty sure my girlfriend hates them.”

“Poor Marci,” Natasha teased, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go, ladies. We got shit to do.”

Grabbing her jacket, she slipped around the desk. As she tried to walk over to Matt to say goodbye, though, Natasha grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

“Nuh uh. It’s bad enough luck to see the bride before the wedding. You’re not kissing him before it either.”

“I haven’t technically seen her today —,” Matt tried to argue, but they were out the door already.

*****

“You can always back out —,”

“Nat, no —,”

“I’m just saying. I know places we can hide. As your maid of honor, it’s my job to protect you.”

She rolled her eyes, running her hands down the front of her dress. It was nothing fancy; a tea length white dress with embroidered leaves along the skirt. It was pretty, and simple, and that’s all she needed. She skipped the veil, insisting that it didn’t really matter since he couldn’t see her anyway, though Natasha insisted on a dainty tiara in its place. The boldest part of her ensemble were her shoes —a darker shade of red, resembling a rather familiar suit.

Karen was finishing the last touches of her make up before finally stepping back and smiling proudly. “And we are…done.”

“Just in time, I think that’s May coming to get to get you two,” she pointed out just as May opened the door. Peter trailed behind his aunt with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Alright, you two, get up there and take your places,” May ordered, shooing Karen and Natasha out the door.

“Thanks for letting us use the shelter,” she said, taking Peter’s arm as he held it out to her.

“Matt kept up the rent while we were gone,” May reminded her with a tender smile. “It’s the least I can do, really. We’ll get it reopened soon, but for now, it’s set up just for you.”

May hugged her tight, rattling on about how beautiful she was and how happy she was going to be. Offering marriage advice and all. Peter had to shoo his aunt out as the processional music started up. She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.

“You ready?” Peter asked, waiting to open the doors.

“As I’ll ever be,” she whispered, smiling as he opened the doors for her.

It was a small ceremony, with only the most important people in both their lives there. Karen and Natasha stood at the altar, where Foggy and Matt stood as well. Peter would join Matt up there soon. Steve, Bucky and Sam sat on her side, with May conveniently between Steve and Bucky. Pepper and Morgan were there as well, with Clint, Thor and Dr. Banner. Jimmy and Scott sat in the back, waving excitedly at her. Even Fury and Hill made an appearance, sitting in the back. Foggy’s family, along with Marci, sat on Matt’s side. The kids were whispering amongst each other, pointing at all the heroes in the room.

With the doors opened, everyone stood and faced her. Matt turned as Foggy leaned in, no doubt trying to describe what she looked like. But he didn’t need to —because Matt’s vision of her appeared before him. His breath hitched as Peter walked her down the aisle, and Matt covered his mouth as she slowly approached him at the altar.

There were no words to describe the feelings Matt had. Nothing could compare to what she looked like, walking to him. Preparing to be his for the rest of their lives. He took off his glasses, wiping his eyes as he felt himself start to tear up. She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face as she stopped in front of the altar. Peter wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. When he let go, he stepped beside Foggy, who clapped him on the shoulder gently.

Maggie approached the couple, standing under the arch holding the Bible in her hands. She was smiling at Matt, tears in her own eyes.

“Please, be seated,” Maggie announced, holding the Bible close to her chest. “We have come together today for a wonderful occasion.” Maggie looked between her and Matt, wiping her own eyes. “You’ll need to forgive me; I may cry myself here. Because we are here to see the holy union of my son, and his beautiful fiancée.”

There was a short pause, and after a moment, Maggie spoke up once more. “The question is asked, ‘is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love? And the answer is given.’” She looked down at her Bible, opening it slowly as she leafed through her own written notes. “And yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is an old man and an old woman finishing their life’s journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are wrinkled but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another. Yes there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love.

“You two will find that, even when the road gets hard and people tell you that you cannot be led by blind faith, love will guide you. You both have faced your fair share of heartbreak and pain, but you have found yourselves drawn to each other. And that is a love worth worshipping.”

Maggie motioned to Foggy, who pulled the wedding bands out of his pocket. He had handed one to Matt, and the other to her.

“Do you have vows prepared?” Maggie asked, closing her Bible and clutching it to her chest once more.

She nodded once, handing her bouquet to Natasha, who swapped it out for a piece of paper. “I…I wrote these when we first talked about getting married,” she admitted, unfolding the page. “Matt, I love you. I have loved you since the moment you laid on the floor of my apartment with me, and you saw me for the first time. Even after everything we have gone through…you still do it for me, Matt. And even if things go wrong, or life decides to take another swing at us…I think we might just get away with being happy. As long as I have you.” She folded the page again, taking a deep breath as Natasha took it back.

Matt smiled at her, wiping his eyes again as Maggie motioned for him to begin. “I know that I haven’t made it easy to love me. I have done so much, making it feel like we were crazy for making this work. But we did; however I said something when we first started this and I…I have to take it back.” Matt paused, running a hand across his jaw as he took a breath. “Do you remember how I said I’d die for you?” She nodded once, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to die for you; I want to live for you. And that is more than I ever thought I could want.”

Maggie covered her mouth, trying to keep herself from crying. A deep breath from her and she fanned herself for a moment before she looked between the two. “If there are no objections to this union —though, even if there is, I will choose to ignore you —please, Matthew, present the ring.” Matt took her hand gently, sliding it on her finger as Maggie spoke. “With this ring, do you promise to love her through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, so long as you shall live?”

Matt nodded frantically, looking to her. “I do.”

Maggie turned to her next, smiling brightly. “Please, present the ring.” She took Matt’s hand, lifting it with trembling hands as she slipped the ring onto his finger. “With this ring, do you promise to love him through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse, so long as you shall live?”

“I do. I really do,” she promised, holding Matt’s hand tight in hers.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the state of New York as well as the eyes of God, I now pronounce you man and wife. Please, you may kiss your bride.”

There was no hesitation as Matt pulled her into his arms, kissing her with every ounce of love he had in his body. Everything they had gone through, everything they had dealt with and lost —it had led to this moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as she poured all of herself into the kiss, basking in the warmth that was their forever.

When they pulled away, they grinned at each other like fools, noses brushing against each other. The members of the ceremony stood, throwing applause and cheers at them. Whistling and shouting surrounded them as they stood there, lost in each other for a moment.

“I love you, Mrs. Murdock.”

“And I love you, Mr. Murdock.”

———

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[catholicdaredevil]

masterlist babey

with a lot of help from my dearest g, because i simply am too old for technology i present to you all; my masterlist! i have now created a taglist as well if any of you want to join! you can also search the tag #ezrawrites or #ezrawriteskiiinda for little blurbs and drabbles from asks!

THIS ISNT UPDATED!!!! I HAVENT UPDATED IT IN MONTHS BC IM DUMB ALSO I BLOCK AGELESS BLOGS!!!

the devil of hell's shower | ao3 link

needy

newsflash asshole masterlist

matt giving you brain rot by making you come four times

acts of service

you reassuring matt

matt taking care of you on your period

fake dating to real kissing

sleep talking

lazy sunday

matt being protective

matt and sleepy affection (yes, again)

touch starved (rough draft)

random matt murdock hc's

matt with a cat

connections | chapter one | chapter two | ao3 link

dead serious | ao3 link

la vie en rose | ao3 link

bucky and you on a date

bucky with a sick reader

dating bucky barnes would include

bucky braiding your hair

bucky taking a bath

bucky with a son

kiss prompts

natasha romanoff

soft

tony stark

self hate

frank castle

frank realizing karen traded her shoes for him

frank castle and karen page: soft

foggy nelson

wanna make purple?

stupid idiot friends to lovers

confessing your love to foggy

drunk shenanigans with foggy

date night with foggy

foggy finding out you're pregnant

[saintmurd0ck]

rhi's 500 follower sleepover (closed)

completed submissions here! 💖

i have absolutely no words for how grateful i am! thank you for accepting me graciously into the wonderful ncmu community (and now star wars!), so i would love to host a little sleepover to celebrate &lt;3

this sleepover will be open from 9 AM EST (11 PM AEST) on June 20, and will run for 48 hours (closing on June 22) ✨

characters: matt murdock, frank castle, michael kinsella, foggy nelson, billy russo, anakin skywalker

details: this sleepover is all about headcanons! so send me a character, a genre and a scenario (can be as detailed as you like) and i'll write you a little headcanon blurb

you can submit as often as you like!

please note this event is 18+ only, and any anonymous submissions must follow my request guidelines

thank you again, and i cant wait to see what you all come up with!