#foggy nelson fan fic

[spider-stark]

RECKLESS

paring | foggy nelson x reader

summary | statistically speaking, fucking your annoying coworker is never a good idea. but who cares about statistics?

warnings | MDNI 18+, sexual themes & situations, no real plot (just concepts & vibes bb), your yearly reminder that i can't write smut, not edited we die like foggy in dd:ba (fuck that show)

word count | 660+

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“Holy shit, holy shit, holy–”  

“Foggy!” Your voice was sharp. His face—cheeks tinted rosy pink—was so close to yours that, with the slightest movement, your noses were at risk of bumping together. “Stop. Talking.”  

His breathing was erratic. His gaze flitted between your eyes and your lips, as if unsure of where to look. “Sorry.” A second of quiet, and then: “It’s just—are we doing this? Like, actually doing this?”  

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kill him.  

You wanted him to shut up and to never stop talking ever again.  

“Foggy?”  

“Yes?”  

“I mean this in the nicest way,” you told him, though your tone indicated otherwise, “but don’t you think now is a little too late to be asking that?”  

Your skirt was pushed up to your goddamn waist. Whatever skin wasn’t covered by the thin fabric of your panties was pressed to the smooth, cool varnish of his desk. His palms pressed flat against the side of your thighs, fingers occasionally flexing with the urge to squeeze, held back by a most infuriating sense of restraint. 

His hips were wedged between your legs. Even through the barriers that separated you—his slacks, your panties—you could still feel him pressing against your core.  

Hard.  

Thick.  

“Well, you know what they say.” He gave a little shrug, nervous and adorable. “No time like the present, amirite?”  

You couldn’t agree less.  

But this was what Foggy was good at, wasn’t it? Pushing your buttons, getting under your skin. The two of you were opposites. Oil and water, yin and yang. If you said down, he said up, if you said red, he said green.  

And if you said Let’s Fuck, Foggy Nelson was for sure the type of guy to look you dead in the eyes and say: Actually?  

“Franklin–” his nose scrunched at the use of his real name “–I can feel every inch of your dick pressing against my–”  

His grin widened. “How are you feeling about that by the way?”  

You sucked an agitated breath through your nostrils.

“Presently? Not so good, Franklin.” Your glare bored right through the soul of him, menacing as it was in any courtroom as you stressed, “Not. So. Good.”  

You hated this.  

You hated him.  

Just minutes ago, the two of you had been at each other’s throats—a common occurrence during late nights at the office. The catalyst had been stupid. For tomorrow’s opening statement, you wanted to present the teenaged client as wholly innocent. But Foggy—stupid, stupid Foggy!—wanted to paint them as misguided youth. That way, he argued, if the plaintiff brought forth enough evidence to prove the client guilty (which, to be fair, they definitely were), then the jury might still take pity on them if it seemed they’d been failed by a larger system.  

It was risky. Reckless. No better than a blatant admission of guilt, really.  

And that was exactly the point you’d been trying to make—your finger jabbing against his chest, his jaw clenched with frustration—when, suddenly, the Earth shifted on its axis and his lips crashed against yours.  

As a lawyer, you prided yourself on being a person of extreme logic.  

Facts and figures, reason over impulse. You valued sense. Statistics. You never made a move without ensuring that success was not only possible, but probable.  

And workplace relationships? Ugh…  

Let’s just say the numbers weren’t in your favor on that one.  

“Foggy,” you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks. Tugged, relishing in the way his eyelids fluttered shut, plush lips parting with a sweet, almost whimpering, sound. “I’m only going to tell you this one more time.” Your voice was low, firm. “Stop talking and start fucking. Got it?”  

He was already nodding, already fumbling for his pants, before the last word had even left your tongue. “Yes ma’am,” he choked out, so dutiful and submissive that you forgot all about facts and figures, reason over impulse.  

Fuck statistics.  

You were doing this.  

Definitely, definitely doing this.

a/n - god. if i knew how to write smut? i'd love to continue this. such a fun concept (in my opinion). anyways, hope you all enjoyed this little short piece about the most precious human to ever live (count your days, born again).

as always, could be ooc, but I do my best so cut me some slack lmao

[shiorimakibawrites]

Snippet (Cozy Corners #2)

Little snippet from the draft of Ch.2: The Color Purple for Cozy Corners. Remember this draft is unfinished and unedited.

“And what is the secret ingredient?” asked Karen. “Sorry, can’t tell you,” you said, shaking your head. “Abuela Gabriela swore me to secrecy. And she’s a lot scarier than any of you.” The lawyers laughed, then Foggy said, “Makes sense. If I gave Grandma Nelson’s blue-ribbon apple pie recipe to strangers, no one would ever find my body.” “Isn’t she ninety-seven?” Karen asked. “One hundred next July. Doesn’t matter. She’d find a way.” Matt was nodding. “I’ve met Grandma Nelson. She would, even if she had to wheel herself here all the way from Buffalo.” You giggled at the image of this grown man being chased down the street by an old lady in a wheelchair. “Hey, don’t laugh, she’s fast in that chair!” “And even faster with her wooden spoon,” Matt added with a grin.

[wawaluxthings]

Screw canon. Come drown with me instead.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63775234/chapters/163520413

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 15)

Chapter Fifteen: Sunday

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt wake up on Sunday and talk about what's happened and where to go next.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, unprotected sex.

A/N: Thank you all for being here since I started this fic in July. This has been my favorite Matt Murdock fic I've written because of the time and planning I put into it. If you've left a like, or reblog, or a comment on here, THANK YOU. It means the world to me to write fanfic and share it with people who want to read <3 Here is the final chapter of Blind Faith. I hope you like it!

Ao3 Link

Hell’s Kitchen

You stayed with Matt the whole weekend, and the whole weekend seemed to go by just as fast as it had come. One moment, you’re on your way to a date. The next, you’re blacked out and waking up in your savior’s apartment which actually turned out to be your boss’. Yeah, you could say you’ve had a long weekend. 

Your body felt fully recovered from the drug’s side effects, but it was your mind that still needed healing. Despite being saved from that terrible nightmare, you now were taking what you experienced with you everywhere. If it wasn’t you who poured a drink, you wouldn’t have it. 

Sunday. 

Bright and dry. Unlike the previous day’s weather of wet, stormy, and dark. 

And of course, the breaking news on Saturday morning. 

You didn’t want to spend more time than you needed to on him, but when you saw the breaking news flash across WHIH’s channel, your heart dropped. Zack was found by police and arrested for illegal drug possession. It occurred to you that you hadn’t seen him since the start of that dreadful night, so to see the footage of him knocked unconscious and bloody, tied to his dining room table, you froze. As soon as the image came on, Matt shut the TV off. 

Now, Sunday, you lay in Matt’s bed, with Matt beside you. Sunlight shone through his windows and onto the bed, lighting up the bottom half. You stretched under his silk blankets. 

Your legs felt sore from all the sex you had with Matt, which was going to be quite unforgettable once you’ve left. You looked around his living room through the half-opened sliding door and put it to memory: the brown, ratty leather couch. A mismatched dark blue chair. A light gray patterned rug. The brick walls. This bedroom that you’ve committed to memory of how soft his silk sheets felt on your skin just as you’ve committed to memory of the way he kissed your entire body.

You felt your heart flutter at the memory of Matt pulling you roughly against his body the night before. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled gently for his lips to find their way to your neck. Matthew, whispering in your ear that he’s wanted this for so long—he’s wanted you for so long. 

And there he was, doing it all over again. 

“Come here,” he murmurs half asleep, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. 

He didn’t leave your side once this weekend, and you didn’t want him to. Mostly because you weren’t sure if you’d ever have another weekend like this. A weekend with him. Being with him in general. 

It was a question the two of you were avoiding after that first night: where do we go from here? 

You’ve certainly spent most of the time thinking of this. And you were afraid too much had happened for you and Matt to take things any further. But you haven’t said this to him…because you thought you wouldn’t be able to get the words out. 

You’re damn near close to tears even thinking of it. And you know Matt can sense them in the air. He doesn’t ask you why you’re crying. He just pulls you even closer to his chest and kisses your head. He brushes his fingers through your hair. And you want him, just one more time. Once more, before Sunday is over. 

Matt slowly drags his fingers down your back, slipping under the blanket. He traces over your ass and presses one finger on your wet pussy, a way to ask permission.

You nod your head against his chest, gripping his shoulders. 

Matt gently pushes a finger inside your velvety wetness, feeling your pussy tighten around his finger. He pushes deeper inside you, wiggling his finger to find your sweet spot. He knows he found it when you squirm in the bed and shudder against him. 

“One more time,” you whisper.

You’ve wrapped your legs around Matt’s waist and straddled him in one swift movement. The silk blanket slips off your body, exposing yourself in front of Matt again. 

Matt gasps as he feels your wetness coat his lower abdomen, not quite where he needs you most. His cock is swollen hard under the sheets, and he can hear his own heart beating hard in his chest. You lower your face and kiss him deeply, letting his tongue enter your mouth and lick your teeth. He places a hand on your neck and you place yours on top of his, encouraging him to squeeze lightly, and he does. You move the same hand over your right breast, and he feels how hard your nipple is against his palm. He moves his hand in a kneading motion.

Matt can feel and smell your wetness in the air, it makes him feel an intense need in his chest. You slowly inch your way down and rub your soft pussy over the length of his hard cock. Matt rocks against you and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging. 

You reach for his cock and line it with your pussy. Bracing yourself for the pain, you slowly inch down the length of him, feeling his size stretch your tight pussy until you were completely wrapped around him. You feel full and feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach. 

“Oh, God,” you whine as you feel Matt’s cock fully inside you. You begin to rock back and forth on his cock, the more you do, the more you need to feel him all around, like an itch needing a desperate scratch. Matt bucks his hips up into you, bucks his cock hard into your pussy, feeling you clench his hardness. 

“You feel like heaven,” Matt breathes out, letting you bounce on his cock fast and then slow. You slowly lift your pussy off before coming back down hard and feeling the tip of his cock touch that spot deep inside you. And you keep doing it again, and again, and again, bouncing as much as you need to feel him. 

“Mm,” you moan feeling your pussy clench tightly around Matt’s cock. You tilt your body backward and Matt reaches his hands to cover your breasts. He kneads them and bucks his hips into you, pushing his cock deeper. 

“That’s it,” Matt says in a guttural voice. 

He knows you’re about to come by the way you’re moaning and breathing so fast, so fast he almost doesn’t hear you asking him to come inside you again. 

“Matthew,” you say breathlessly as you keep bouncing on his cock. 

Matt places his hands on your waist and rocks you back and forth on his cock for you, as you’re losing pace from going too fast. You come all over his cock and moan so lightly, it causes Matt to finish at the same time, filling you with his hot come, and feeling it gush inside your pussy. He holds you still as he feels his cock pump come one, two, three, four times so deep, you shiver and fall against his chest. 

“God,” Matt moans against your ear, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for one last drop inside you. It feels so good to come in you, to feel that tightness in the pit of your stomach, to feel Matt’s warmth fill you. It leaks out a lot, you spread your legs and feel Matt slide out of you and the familiar empty feeling of his size leaving you. You practically collapse on the bed again and watch as Matt finds a towel to clean you with. 

You’re shivering in the bed from your orgasm, and Matt takes no time in holding you against him again, as you come down from your high. 

“Was this all a good idea?” You find yourself asking breathlessly against his pillow. Matt’s next to you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“What?” 

“What we just did.”

“You mean, what we’ve been doing all weekend?” He smirks. You want to wipe it off, but you feel a shiver down your spine as you imagine him covered with a black mask. It was still strange that it was him. 

“Yes,” you say. You’ve come to peace with Matt being your savior, but you weren’t sure it was something you could live with. Perhaps, now was the time to ask Matt: where do we go from here?

“Doesn’t seem like it was necessarily a bad idea,” Matt says lowly, referring to your wetness. You move to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t have found out what we would miss,” you simply say. 

Matt’s gaze moves to you, his brows furrowed. He reaches over to caress your chin, to guide you to look at him. 

“What do you mean?” He asks. But deep down, Matt knows exactly what you mean. 

“Tomorrow is Monday, Matthew,” you state plainly. “Tell me, do Karen and Foggy know you’re Daredevil?”

“Yes,” he answers. 

“Do they know I didn’t know?”

After a small pause, he nods. “Yes.” 

“How in the world do you expect me to walk into work tomorrow after a weekend like this? After they find out about us?”

“They won't think of you differently,” he shakes his head. “They’ll think of me differently.” 

“Matt,” you bite your lip, looking at his hazel-brown eyes. There was a time you were dying to know what his eyes looked like behind those dark red glasses. There was a time you were dying to know who he was behind that mask. “Think about what’s happened—what I’ve been through. We’ve been having this affair since the beginning of summer. We didn’t talk for a month, except at work, before I knew you were you. Friday, I was drugged and you saved me.” 

Matt clenches his jaw at the memory of Friday night. It makes him want to bring you closer to him again. But he doesn’t. 

“Then, I find out the man I’ve been seeing in secret was right under my nose all along,” you explain. “This is a lot for me. I can’t just pack it up and move on,” you reach over and gently run your fingers along his jawline, because this may be the last time you’ll ever be this close to Matt Murdock. 

“So what does that mean for us?” Matt asks, although he knows the answer inside. 

“It means, after today, that’s it. I’m going to resign from Nelson & Murdock tomorrow. I’ll write Foggy and Karen a letter and say—“

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll tell them.”

“They should hear from me,” you gently argue. 

“They will. But I will tell them everything.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “that saves me the awkward part of telling them I’ve been hooking up with you.” 

Matt smiles a little, but it quickly fades as your words echo in his ears. After today, that’s it. 

“Is it really over?” Matt asks. “After I finally reveal myself and we have this weekend, that’s it?” 

“Think about what it took for you to finally reveal yourself, Matt,” you whisper. “Look at how we ended up here.” 

As much as it pained him, it was true. What right did he have, after everything he’s put you through? 

“Okay,” he nodded. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s not that I want this to be the end,” you said in frustration, wishing he would understand what you were trying to say. “You’re all I’ve wanted this entire time.” You covered your face with your hands, feeling tears brimming your eyes. Why did it have to hurt so much, to make a tough decision like this? 

“I just—I don’t have the same faith I once did before,” you cry softly. “And I want you so bad. I want more weekends like this, I want to be with you, but—“ 

“Too much has happened,” Matt finishes your sentence, trying to remain composed. “I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s okay.” 

“Then why am I still crying? Why does it feel like this?” You wipe your tears away and look around his room again—your safe haven for the weekend. You didn’t want to go. 

“Because what I did to you wasn’t fair,” Matt says softly. “I ruined what could’ve been for us. I have to live with that. Not you,” Matt reaches over and places his hand on your cheek, urging you to look at him. He wipes a tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek. “Not you.” 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

After your conversation, the two of you lay in his bed for a few more hours until you decided the longer you stayed, the harder the goodbye would be. You took a shower in his apartment and changed into the clothes his nurse friend left for you. When you finally gathered your things, Matt was waiting quietly on his couch.

“Ready?” He asks. 

“You don’t have to take me home, Matt,” you said, sucking in your tears. “I think it’s best I get a cab.”

“I want to make sure you’ll be safe.”

“I will,” you promised. “Please, Matt. Don’t make this harder for me.” 

Matt nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Let me walk you to the door, then.”

You wanted to smile at his attempts, but it only hurt your heart even more. With every step to his door, you slowed down your pace. Just as you reached for the knob, Matt did too, and your hands touched for a brief moment before Matt is taking your hand and gently pushing you against his wall. 

You close your eyes and let him do what he wants, because you want this, too. He leans down and gently presses his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching. Matt’s strong hands are on either side of your waist, and you’re taken back to all those times he’s held you on your roof, under a black mask. His lips ghost over yours, and it takes you to gently nudge him for him to fully press his lips onto yours. 

Matt holds you still as he kisses you deeply, more deeply than he ever has before. He takes this moment to remember your scent, your heartbeat, your breathing because he’s not sure when he’ll be able to be around you again. This is all he has to remember you. This moment that having blind faith has led him to—both of you. He kisses you again and holds your face in his hands. He pulls back to kiss your jaw, to kiss behind your ear, to kiss your neck. Matt will never forgive himself for this. 

“I love you,” you whisper. “I have to go.” 

“I lied to you, that one night,” Matt says with pain in his voice. “I do love. I love you. And I don’t want you to leave. But if it means anything, it’s the most intense feeling I’ll ever have to hold on to be left by you.” 

And with one last kiss, you’re out the door, out of his apartment, out of his life for a long, long time. 

When he hears you get inside a cab, Matt charges up his phone that’s been out of battery the entire weekend and calls Foggy to tell him everything that’s happened. 

TAGS: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynnn  @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse @hailey-murdock @yeonalie (please let me know if I missed you!)

P.S. There will be an epilogue!

[udekai]

"Stay."

[chronicfandom118]

Overdose - Matt gets drugged at a club - written but needs edited

Hogtied - Foggy and Karen get hurt and Matt flips - fully outlined

Race Against the Clock - Foggy gets hurt - fully outlined

[djarinbabysnotes]

Prologue Preview: Self-Indulgence

Pair: College Matt Murdock x Female Reader (she/her pronouns)

Tags: ANGST, friends to potential lovers, insane yearning to the point of miscommunication, (requited) unrequited love, meet-cute, slow-burn, jealousy, somewhat follows most of canon, eventual smut

Word count: 942 words

Authors note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE accept my apology for not writing a fic since 2023. Times got tough but I finally got my diploma and it's been sitting on my kitchen counter since. Who cares, right? But fanfiction writing is back on my arsenal, and so is Daredevil. College Matt, you've had my heart from the beginning.

I've had this fanfic idea for so long about Matt Murdock falling in love with a singer??? I'm a huge swiftie and I think Matt Murdock's stupidity lines up with several Taylor Swift songs. My self-sabotage king. Anyway, most of this will be based off of Taylor Swift songs and I've curated this Spotify playlist a long time ago to map out the plot. So here we are. Concrit is appreciated, and please do reblog.

Coming to your nearest Ao3: "Self-Indulgence"

For the rest of my works, please do take the time to visit my Ao3 masterlist. Thank you!

Law school.

It was a metaphorical ditch.

Matt often found her words poetic, almost optimistic with a level of sadness that lingered deep within; like a heartbeat that faltered every few hundred seconds, unsteady, and maybe he was always the cause of it.

She wasn't just some girl from college or grad school, no— The coeds from Columbia flirted with him until he politely declined, and Foggy would send him a subtle kick to the back of his shoes in disappointment, and a split second of indecision would go through his head until he would backtrack and shyly ask the girl to join him for a drink. The cheap Irish whiskey would linger on his lips until it got smudged with the chemical taste of said girl's lipstick. A sock on his and Foggy's door would stay until the early hours of the morning, until said girl found her way out of his life for another one to step in.

Those girls were easy to talk to, or at least it was for him.

When Matt Murdock met her in Columbia, one semester into his undergrad, it was nothing short of a lucid blur; She had the kind of heartbeat that stood out from the crowd as she weaved through the footsteps of students that didn't even spare her a glance. In a way, he felt unique to notice her, special even. She mistakenly dropped a book in front of his feet and he had to pretend to trip over it— And just like that, she fell into his trap. And he was somewhat delusional for it.

An accountancy undergrad, spoonfed by her parents who had plenty of wealth on their belts that he could only imagine a portion of. She wasn't the type to complain often, but she wasn't the biggest fan of having to go to law school by force. He knew half of his criminal law class were bored out of their minds and only wanted to pass each final for bragging rights to their Wall Street parents who originally wanted their children to go off to Harvard, Yale, or Stanford, but didn't make the cut. He knew he was one of the few who'd actually pursue law after passing the bar, and he was doing everything that he could to make it happen.

It was smart of him, of course, to keep two people in his corner to keep him in check every time he felt like he was slacking. The two, of course, were often the opposite of being responsible; Foggy Nelson kept his optimism every time he'd come back to the dorms with a hidden stash of cheap tequila in his back pack, and she— of all people who shouldn't be in love with cheap alcohol— was a big fan of avoiding extra credit. In a way, their own ways of loosening up kept him busy in trying to get the three of them back on track, and the system worked.

She found her way past the uptight dorm hall marshalls every time, flashing them a polite smile and subtly holding up her advanced law books while holding onto his or Foggy's arm. The ruse of a study session always ended up with a new addition to Foggy's glass bottle graveyard on top of a dresser, mingling with the colorful miniature dinosaurs they they once bought with a dollar for a pack after one of their drunken nights. The dorm room wasn't luxurious, but it felt homely even with the smell of Foggy's cheap body spray and the bin that had always smelled of Chinese takeout leftovers. Sometimes, the smell of her empty energy drink cans would also linger in the room for days until the trash gets emptied out, and if he focused hard enough, her perfume would also linger on the walls.

It was stupid. Crushes were for high schoolers, and he was past the age of yearning for a girl who occasionally called him dude with a displeased tone every time he'd say a lame joke. Her faux disappointment with his humor would always end with a slight chuckle falling from her lips, and that was usually a sign of his victory. He knew she was pretty based on the skipping heartbeats from some of the undergrads that would pass by on campus grounds, and she wasn't opposed to flirting with all kinds of people. It was only flirting for her, and nothing more. She didn't sleep around, which was a relief for her safety around campus, but her affinity to find the nearest stash of alcohol at every party was almost a talent. She didn't, however, fail to hand him a drink as well. Thoughtful of her to not leave him hanging, but thoughtless after her fifth glass of anything with a suspicious scent to it.

He found it endearing.

On the walk back to the dorms, she'd have both arms occupied with holding onto him and Foggy while singing some tune that almost made her sound like an angel. She was full of talent, that much he knew of, and she definitely had several options in the entertainment industry to fall back on if law didn't pan out. Foggy was one to encourage the drunken hymns by joining in with a less graceful rendition, and Matt— he'd be the one giggling through his inebriated state until he found the comfort of his own bed.

In short, the path to law school would fall into the list of things he wasn't particularly fond of, but some if it was easy— Having his friends made it feel easy.

Even if he wasn't sure of how it would all turn out.

[ay-oh-kae]

The longer I sit with the final episode of Born Again the more upset I am. It was fine, but so much of the tension that was building during the season seemed to just.. vanish. The inciting incident of the entire series was Foggy getting shot and Matt not dealing with his grief. And yet within a day of talking with Karen everything is fixed. It feels hollow. Why kill off Foggy, “the heart of the MCU” if his death isn’t actually going to mean anything at the end of the day. And why tease the fans with comic references and press tours with the trio if Foggy is only in 10 minutes.

The season was fine, but at the end of the day I don’t want to watch a Daredevil show without Foggy Nelson. They had the perfect opportunity to reveal that he’s alive, or to give some hint that he is, to set up the next season being about Matt and Karen finding him and using the evidence he found on Red Hook to take down Fisk’s growing empire. But instead we get The Punisher in a cage, a small group of cops who are gonna fix the city I guess, and a show that utterly disrespected Foggy Nelson.

Anywho. Anyone got any fix-it fics they can send my way to get through these trying times?

[shiorimakibawrites]

The Secret Keeper #1 (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Word Count: 3140 Warnings: Swearing, referenced drug use, Foggy Nelson being a bisexual disaster Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza, @bellaxgiornata, @loveroftoomanyfandoms The Secret Keeper Masterlist, My Masterlist Thank you for @loveroftoomanyfandoms for beta reading.

Chapter 1

“This thing is so fucking slow,” I grumbled with no small amount of irritation.

Given the eye-watering amount of money that Columbia charged for tuition, I would have thought that everything would be top notch. Apparently not. Part of my mind wondered what they were spending all that money on. Obviously not on their network.

Or the dorm room furniture. After seeing all those zeroes, I almost expected everything to be real fancy. A four-poster bed made of mahogany with velvet curtains. Fine porcelain cups. Gold toilet seats. Tacky in that way only the really rich could get away with. But what I found when I walked in looked like it came from Ikea.

Nothing wrong with Ikea. It was sturdy enough and didn’t look terrible. Just a little surprising. Or maybe they saved all the fancy stuff for the more public parts of the university. Like the Butler Library.

Or the academics. I really hoped so. I hadn’t busted my ass getting this scholarship for nothing.

Now if only this stupid website would fucking refresh . . . 

“Goddammit, come on!” I growled. “Load!”

The computer ignored me. I was giving the computer a piece of my mind when I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“What?” I called out, unable to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I heard, more than saw, the door open.

“Excuse me,” said an unfamiliar voice. “Is this room 312?”

“Yeah, who are you looking for?” I said, reluctantly turning my attention to the visitor. And felt like I had been hit in the face with a hammer. Stepping into my dorm room was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. Not even that little grimace or that he was wearing sunglasses indoors could diminish just how pretty this guy was . . . so pretty that I almost missed the cane in his hand.

A long cane, white except for the red bottom section.

I resisted the urge to smack myself in the forehead. Blind. Cute guy was blind, not the kind of weirdo who wears sunglasses inside. “Oh . . . sorry.”

“What for?” asked Cute Guy, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him. There was an olive green duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“You’re blind, aren’t you?” I asked.

“So they tell me,” said Cute Guy, moving toward the second bed. I wondered if I should warn him about it when the white cane hit it. Cute Guy didn’t seem upset about that. Just leaned forward and stretched out his hand until he found the bare mattress. Apparently satisfied with this discovery, the duffel was slid off his shoulder and dropped onto the bed. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”

“Why would it?” I asked, confused about what this Calvin Klein model was doing in my dorm. Then it clicked. Man, I was slow on the uptake today. “Oh! You’re my roomie!”

Cute Guy nodded, turning toward me. He took a step in my direction, holding out his hand. “Matt Murdock.”

I got off my bed, willingly abandoning my computer. As much as I wanted to get into that class, Mama Nelson hadn’t raised a caveman. I took his head and shook it. It was a good shake. Cute Guy (Matt) had a solid, firm grip but didn’t try to break my fingers like some guys did. Immediate brownie points.

“Foggy Nelson,” I introduced myself, trying not to grin like a loon. I had the feeling that I failed. Cute Guy (Matt) was even prettier up close. Square jaw, good cheekbones still round with the last traces of baby fat. Not that I had any room to talk about baby fat.

Dropping Matt’s hand, I tried to remember where I had heard the name Matt Murdock before. I tried to chase my thoughts into some semblance of an order but I kept getting distracted by things. Like wondering if his hair was soft and fluffy as it looked . . .

Maybe that joint earlier had been a bad idea. I had been nervous about meeting my roomie and had smoked a little to steady my nerves. It had worked, setting aside the tooth-grinding at the slowness of the class registration portal. But I have been reliably informed that I was a bisexual disaster when I was stone cold sober. High? I just couldn’t stop myself from telling people just how pretty they were.

And damn was this Matt Murdock pretty . . .

And just like that, I remembered. But surely this wasn’t the same guy. It couldn’t be. Stuff like that only happened in movies. Matthew wasn’t an unusual name. Neither was Murdock. Especially not here. Irish surnames were a dime a dozen in New York. It couldn’t be him.

But there was only one way to find out.

“You’re not from Hell’s Kitchen, are you?” I asked.

“Born and raised,” Matt answered, his head tilting slightly to one side. It was rather adorable . . . Focus!

“So am I!” I said, feeling amazed. It was really him. Wow! “I heard about you! When you were a kid! What you did! Saving that old guy crossing the street!”

Matt ducked his head, turned back toward his bed and started feeling out for his duffel. “I just did what anyone would have.”

“Bullshit!” I immediately retorted. “You’re a hero!”

“I’m really not,” Matt said, fidgeting with the zipper of his bag. Was he embarrassed? Bashful? It was hard to tell with those dark glasses hiding his eyes and the way his shoulders were hunched, hiding even more of his face from me. But there was the faint tinge of pink dusting those cheekbones and creeping down the back of his neck. Which was also really adorable, dang it.

“Come on,” I pressed, not wanting Matt to downplay his heroism. Because, no, he hadn’t just done what anyone else would have done. I had read all of the articles about brave little Matty Murdock. Probably still had the newspaper clippings somewhere. “Of course, you’re a hero! You got your peepers knocked out saving that old dude!”

That got Matt to turn back toward me.

“They didn’t get knocked out,” he said, sounding incredulous. Like he couldn’t believe what had just come out of my mouth. Not an unusual occurrence for me. My brain-to-mouth filter had these giant holes in it.

“Good. Because that would be a little . . . freaky,” I said. Then I realized how that sounded and wanted to smack myself on the forehead. Again. Case in point. Way to put your foot in your mouth, Fog. “No offense!”

“None taken,” Matt said, then smiled. It was a little one, barely even a smile but it seemed more real. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back. I loved getting people to smile for real instead of just smiling politely. “Most people dance around me like I’m made of glass.”

Then, more softly but with a lot of feeling, he added, “I hate that.”

Pity is a four-letter word. Suzie’s familiar voice rang through my mind like she was actually in the room. She had said that with the same soft but bone-deep tiredness that Matt just said ‘I hate that.’ And, not for the first time since we got our acceptance letters, realized how much I was going to miss seeing her everyday.

“Well, you’re just a guy, right?” I said, trying to distract myself before I got mopey.  “A really good looking guy.”

Good looking was an understatement. Matt was one of the prettiest people that Foggy had ever seen in person. Maybe even the prettiest. So pretty that he almost didn’t seem real. He had the kind of face that you expected to see staring back at you from a magazine cover not from across the dorm room. Not that Matt was staring at me. Since he couldn’t. And wouldn’t if he could . . . I cleaned up good but I was solidly guy-next-door. Aka practically invisible to people this pretty.

And it wasn’t just his face either. Matt’s clothes were kinda worn and a little ill-fitting but I could still see the hints of a lean, athletic body . . . the broad shoulders that he hadn’t quite grown into yet . . . 

“Hmmm . . . I . . .”

Awwww, that blush from earlier was back. And brighter. Be still my heart. He looked even cuter, flustered and sputtering . . .

And that’s when I realized that I had just hit on my roommate. My roommate who could very well be straight. Or homophobic. Nevermind that I was bi, not gay . . . And then compounded that by checking him out so blatantly that even a blind guy who could tell I was doing it . . .

“Girls must love that!” I said in a rush, giving a silent thanks to my drama teacher Mrs. Wilde. All those improv skits and learning the yes-and style of comedy was paying off. Again. Thinking on my feet, turning flirty comments into a joke had saved me from many an ass-kicking. “That whole handsome wounded duck thing? Am I right?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, recovering his equilibrium quickly now that we were on (I assumed) more familiar ground. Though his cheeks were still faintly pink. “It’s been known to happen.”

“This is gonna be awesome!” I said. Maybe it was just the weed talking but I have a good feeling about this.

****

A month later and I was still feeling good.

I was doing well in my classes. My professors were knowledgeable. Most were at least decent at teaching and a few were really good. The class discussions had been interesting. Still hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to that hot girl in my Punjabi class but the semester wasn’t over. I had plenty of time.

Matt was fast becoming my best friend. No offense meant to all my other friends. They are all awesome but I’ve never clicked with someone this quickly before. It felt like I had known Matt for years instead of just four weeks. A feeling that seemed to be entirely mutual.

I hope it was mutual. I really liked Matt. And not just because he was unfairly pretty. He was smart. Really smart. Getting a full-ride scholarship out of Columbia was no easy feat. I would know. He was funny. Especially when he relaxed enough to let that sarcastic, smart mouth come out.

As a roommate, I couldn’t have asked for a better one. He stayed quiet when I was asleep or studying. Matt never took my things without asking first. Which more than I could say for Theo. And while he was meticulously neat, he did not demand that I conform to the same standards. His only requests were that I keep the walking paths free of clutter and if I borrowed anything of his to put it back exactly where I found it. Which was more than reasonable.

Granted so far that had applied more to the former than the latter. Matt hadn’t brought a lot with him that weren’t necessities. A nice rosary and a few non-school books seemed to be it. And I didn’t know braille so which nixed borrowing quite a bit of Matt’s things in the first place. But, out of pure curiosity, I did pull one of his books off the shelf.

It was surprisingly thick. Thicker than any of my books. Maybe it was the paper? It looked and felt more like card stock than paper. And those lines of dots were not as pronounced? . . . on the page as I had imagined. I could feel them but not very well . . . how does - 

“What are you doing?”

I jumped. I hadn’t even heard Matt come in. If there was one downside to being Matt’s roomie, it was his cat-like ability to walk silently through walls. But my mind was soon distracted away from that by losing my grip on the book. It fell right on my sock-clad foot. “Ow! Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, concerned.

“Just dropped your book on my foot,” I explained, rubbing my foot with one hand and picking up the book in the other. It seemed even thicker and heavier after hitting my foot.

“Oh . . . which book?” Matt asked.

“One of your textbooks,” I said, straightening back up. And putting the book on Matt’s desk, well away from the edge, before it ended up on my foot again.

Matt’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t know you knew braille.”

“I don’t,” I said honestly. “I was just curious, never seen a book completely printed in braille before. And since you weren’t trying to study, it seemed like a good time to be nosy.”

Matt made a thoughtful humming noise, his fingers running over the cover “And what was your impression of the Frontiers of Science Part I?”

“Of course it was a science book,” I said. “Science has had it out for me since chemistry.”

Matt’s lips twitched. “Aside from that?”

“It was foot-crushingly large.”

Lips twitched again before spreading into another small but real smile. Totally worth the aching foot. “They have to be. You can’t emboss thin paper. It will tear. And cells take up more space on the page than standard typeface. The result is thicker pages and more of them.”

I nodded to myself. That made sense but there was something else that didn’t . . . I thought back to the foundation core requirements . . . “Part I? I thought Frontiers was a one-semester class.”

“It is,” Matt confirmed. “But you can only make a book so large before it becomes unwieldy. So a lot of the time, the braille version ends up split into multiple volumes.”

“So that’s why you have twice as many textbooks as me,” I said. “I thought you had found a time-turner or something so you could take twice as many classes.”

Matt laughed. “Afraid not.”

His little smile got that mischievous edge. “You should see my copy of the Bible.”

I hadn’t been to church in years. My parents weren’t especially religious. But I remember the Bible Nana has. Which I had also dropped on my foot. It felt just as crushing as Matt’s book . . . then I thought about the size of my copy of Frontiers and did the math . . . .

“Holy shit! I bet you could build a decent size fort out of that many books!”

This time Matt laughed. I loved getting Matt to laugh. There was something so satisfying about seeing that almost somber, distant expression on his face transform into something delighted and happy. And it usually left him smiling wide enough for that dimple to show up. Because, of course, Matt had a dimple. He wasn’t already cute enough.

“Never tried,” Matt said. “But I can almost hear the exasperated ‘Matthew!’ I’d get from Sister Maggie and Sister Beatrice.”

I laughed, picturing a pair of stern-faced old women dressed in black with that head-veil thing scolding a younger Matt.

“Did you bring Fort Bible with you? And if so, why am I only hearing about this now?”

Matt laughed again. “No. I left it with Father Lanthom.”

“I think you mean Fort Commander Lanthom.”

Another laugh from Matt. Maybe it wasn’t the funniest joke in the world but it was funny enough to leave Matt smiling and his shoulders relaxed. I gave myself a mental high five. After getting him to laugh the first time, I had promised myself to get Matt to smile and laugh as often as possible. Seriousness had its place in life but it seemed to me that Matt needed more joy in his.

Even if it turned Matt from a ten to a solid twelve on the cutie scale. Which made keeping the flirting to myself difficult. Matt had taken my chronic foot-in-mouth disease in stride. Seemed to like how candid I was. That I didn’t tapdance around things. Especially things like his disability. I had seen first hand how thin and hard Matt’s mouth got whenever someone else did, the wall that immediately went up between Matt and the offender.

Well, another wall. My roommate was rather guarded. What little of himself he had shared were things anyone could find out with some googling. I hoped that one day Matt will discover that it’s safe to let me behind those walls of his.

Part of that was curbing the flirting. Matt never got mean or even complained about it but it was pretty obvious that it made him uncomfortable. So I was trying to avoid doing that. Even if Matt wasn’t my roommate, I’d be trying. Continuing to hit on someone who very clearly wasn’t into it wasn’t cool.

And, as previously noted, Mama Nelson hadn’t raised a caveman. If my mother didn’t kick my ass for pulling creepy shit like that, Suzie absolutely would. That the top of her head barely came up to my shoulder was irrelevant.

It was still a work in progress so sometimes the flirtiness slipped out. Usually I turned it into a joke. It helped that Matt seemed to find my dumb jokes funny. Or I distracted him with one of my many dumb questions about being blind. Not that I demanded that Matt do all the hard work of educating me on how not to be an asshole to a blind person. I had the internet. And some pretty decent Google skills. Most of it was common sense if you started thinking about it longer than two seconds.

The only thing that really surprised me about the advice was learning that apparently many people felt they had the right to grab a stranger and try to haul them off. I hadn’t quite believed it but then every single list mentioned it . . . and then I asked Matt.

***

“Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?” He said, taking off one earbud.

“There’s something I keep seeing . . . have strangers actually grabbed your arm? And started dragging you along?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice terse. Angry. I couldn’t blame him. “And not just strangers. People seem to think that I cannot get around on my own. Which, for the record, I can.”

“Never doubted that, buddy,” I said. Suzie had broken me of that particular ableist habit - of assuming what a disabled person could or could not do - before high school. I made a mental note to get her a very special gift for Christmas this year. She had earned it.

“You ever hit anyone for it, give ‘em a good wack with your cane? Yell loudly about kidnappers?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Matt said.

“I saw that smile, buddy. You absolutely have.”

“I plead the Fifth.”

***

I shook my head and realized the time. “Hey, Matt, wanna get some dinner before hitting the books?”

“I suppose.” He didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic but I didn’t take it personally. The food on our meal plan wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t great either. But brains needed fuel so off to the dinning hall we went.

[wawaluxthings]

What does love feel like?

Is it like this watch, solid and rich, sitting heavy in his palm. It’s everything he’s ever wanted in life. It’s everything he’s ever thought he wanted.

Or is it flimsier, unpredictable, more…mundane. Is it like the flame of a match, born off a handful of sparks, but capable of devastating an entire forest?

“Marcy..I,” Foggy sets the watch down on the crisp linen tablecloth. It glitters in the candlelight, reflecting the bubbles popping in the overpriced champagne. “We need to talk.” 

[alexs-arcade]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT FOGGY NELSON!

I need the most tooth rotting tummy ache inducing fluff! There are so many people coming out of the woodwork as foggy fans and as much as i wish i could post my own works I hate the way i write ;-;

So down bad for this man and i need fics like a human needs air to breathe (im a freak)

[theturtleprincess81]

Question for the Fan Fiction writers! If they, god forbid, kill off our best friend Foggy Nelson in DDBA, would that be cannon to yall? Like, are you guys killing him off in your fics? Or are we protecting him?

[daredevilexchange]

(Page 1 of 2... page 2 on AO3 :D)

Date Crash

Fic by @ironwingedhawk, art by @melonnabar

General Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply

Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationships: Frank Castle/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson

Characters: Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock

Additional Tags: Date Night, Protective Matt Murdock, Sweet Frank Castle

Words: 2,142

Summary: When Frank and Foggy have their second date, everything goes smooth- At least until Daredevil breaks through the window.

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Dating! Action! Friendship! Glass shards! Soft Feelings TM! What's not to love?

Page 1 of 2 of a fan comic featuring Foggy Nelson, Frank Castle, and Matt Murdock from Marvel Comics. Page 1 has 5 panels. Panel 1, Foggy and Frank are in a diner booth by a window eating fries and drinking soda. They are both wearing nice clothes and staring dopily at each other. Foggy says, "I tried telling him that paying the parking ticket once doesn't meant he can now park there for free." Panel 2, Foggy continues, "Then he gets mad at me because he thinks I-" Panel 3, Matt dressed as Daredevil crashes through the diner window by Frank and Foggy's table. Panel 4, Matt, covered in scratches, clutches his head as he goes, "Ughh..." Panel 5, Frank and Foggy's sodas and fries are now on the floor. Matt turns to Foggy with a question mark and exclamation mark by his head. Foggy, with a couple nervous sweat drops on his face, says, "Uhh, hi Matt." Frank is nonplussed. Comic by @melonnabar

[annabelle1901]

Lost Frank Castle x Karen Page fic

Hi! So I don't really interact with anyone on Tumblr but I don't really know what else to do, so here we go. I'm back on my Kastle bullshit <3 and I've been trying to find this old fan fiction on AO3 that I started reading years ago. Stopped reading after a certain point but had the tab open on my phone and I thought I'd continue reading eventually.. And then my phone got stolen, and I forgot the title & author name. Not great. I've dedicated the past few days to looking for it and so far I got nothing.

So what I'm gonna do is write down everything I remember like a mad woman in the hope that this jogs someones memory. Please help me this fic haunts me. ANY sort of reference or whatever could potentially help (Tumblr posts, links, screenshots, Google history, etc)

Fandom: Daredevil/ the Punisher obv

Pairing: Frank Castle/ Karen Page

Rating: probably explicit (canon typical violence and eventual smut)

Published: 2016-2017 (started post s2 Daredevil but pre The Punisher s1 because I don't remember any of the plot or characters from that show showing up) might have been deleted in 2020ish

Length: has to be +10 chapters (long chapters as well, don't know if it was finished)

Characters: Matt Murdock/ Daredevil, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple, Elektra Natchios (I vividly remember them making some sort of appearance)

now let's get really unhinged...

Plot:

Pretty sure the story starts on Karen's birthday but her mood is meh.. She's on her way home or something, gets in her car and Shining Star starts playing which let's her know that Frank was recently there. Something else must have alarmed her because she goes looking for him and finds him in like an alley around her building. He's in really bad shape, bloody practically dying. She carries him to her apartment and either helps him herself or calls Claire Temple.*

*Don't think it was in this part of the story but she helps Frank and makes a joke about him not being healthy enough to be sleeping with Karen anytime soon which makes them blush. Don't think they were intimate yet but tensions were rising.

For the next couple of chapters I remember it was mainly beautifully written angst between them in this contained space while he's healing. Karen doesn't want Frank to get killed while being the Punisher, he resists her care and tries to hurt her by saying "You aren't Maria and could never be" or something.

I also vividly remember a scene where he's grieving and keeps like tugging on this necklace Karen has on while he cries in her arms. She leaves her necklace at his family's graves and the groundskeeper or something tells her not to do that because it'll get stolen but she knows that but does it anyway as a sign of respect.

They sort admit their feelings eventually but don't sleep together yet because they know they can't go back after that. For some reason Frank needs to leave the city for a little while to re-home a dog I believe he found while on a "mission" and the idea is that the time apart will help them decide whether or not they want to be together. They reunite on a sunny, lovely day in the city and go back to her apartment and lots of smut ensues. Daredevil shows up at midnight/ morning to get Frank. Something's going down he needs his help. It doesn't end well somehow Karen gets involved and they both go to the same hospital. Frank is in a coma and Karen visits him when she's allowed and urges him to live sort of mirroring when he first got shot in the head at the carousel. He wakes up but needs to go back to prison. Everything is really bad. The press somehow knows about their relationship as well. Last scene I remember is Karen and Foggy talking about all this and a newspaper printing a picture of Karen's legs with the caption Keys to the Castle? or something. Gross everything sucks and that's where I stopped reading.

So that's about all I can remember, feels like a fever dream. If anyone could help me out I'd really appreciate it. Thx!!

[heroofashesnot]

what are your favorite murderdock fics?

I'm not good at picking favorites so this will be a bit long and also under a read more, also my ability to word started to fail me at times so sorry ahead of time.

Series:

-Take What the Water Gave Me by The_Shy_One: Having Castle as the main POV character for most of the series allows the writer to strike this balance between what the audience does and doesn't know. As of such while this is a romance, there is an element of mystery and danger as Matt's true nature and intentions are masterfully hidden. Plus I'm a sucker for mercreatures!

-The Lawyer All the Wickedness by poisonivory: Listen the way the writer unfolds this version of Matt and Foggy's story is exceedingly gripping even after having read this series several times over.

-Ghost Stories/Haunted Houses by Faaacethefacts: Honestly this is a case of initially reading for Murderdock and then staying for witnessing Sam's descent. However, the way that Sam and Matt's toxic father and son relationship is so beautifully written and how it both contrasts and mirrors the relationship that their Earth-616 counterparts makes it too good to leave out.

-Nelson & Murderdock by thelonebamf: While the stories within this series are all fairly different, they all share the writer's beautifully crafted narratives and excellent characterizations!

Spider-Verse 2: Into the Devil-Verse by 94BottlesofSnapple: While this is only earth-65, the whole series is too good to only read those parts but the way the writer balances all the different relationships and characters while also having all them shine is enviable. Also how Gwen and Murderdock's interactions always seem to maintain this edge due to the undercurrent of the power Murderdock has over her is just so good...

Grayson's Home For Wayward Assassin Children by Ferith12: A DC Crossover that just characterizes younger Murderdock just so well!

Pathetic by Udekai: The way that this writer has the characters feel so very painfully human while not sacrificing any character traits is just so great. An excellent series for if you're in a pre-canon mood.

-Earth-65 Matt/Foggy Stories by BlueBioluminescence: While the reason I adore each of the fics in this series a little bit different for each, I thoroughly enjoy all of them.

Murderdock x DA Nelson:

-give up on trying to save us by returnsandreturns: The way that Matt manipulates Foggy and how that blends so naturally into the sex is just so good. Power dynamics, my beloved <3.

-Ask Nelson and Murderdock (Fan Comic) by thelonebamf: Can also be found over here on tumblr, wonderful art, adore how organicly their relationship progresses. Also Dramatic Irony is so very good.

-shake hands with the devil (but i'm calling it a fist fight) by AsperJasper: A great take on a more heroic Murderdock, the way everything builds is great and so good...

(With the Exception Of You) I Dislike Everyone In The Room by MissMoochy: A very manipulative Matt, the way that Foggy just gets more and more drawn into his pull like a spider in a web is just <3

-You're a Question to the Universe by Longdaysjourney: DA Nelson is absent in this one but the way Murderdock with his Earth-199999 counterpart and how he has to take the role of advice giver is just delight to read.

-human after all by JustGail: Outsider looking into Murderdock and DA Nelson's relationship is a good trope and having it be Gwen is just so smart... Also love having DA Nelson's connection with George Stacy being acknowledged...

-The Last Goodbye by StripedScribe with Art by thelonebamf: Hanahaki Disease is a trope that I personally have mixed feelings about but StripedScribe's take on it just knocks it out of the park! Having Murderdock's allergy to expressing his emotions stab him in the back is just great!

-A Murder of Crows (A Seduction of Foes) by inkforhumanhands: Lots of callbacks to the comics, miscommunication done so well and in character, also just funny as hell!

-Find me in the ashes by EmeraldStorm: Post-canon story that really shows the push and pull of these two's relationship in such an intoxicating way, a really gripping read!

-As we dance by brittlestars: Masochism and manipulation, two favorites of mine. Matt stroking Foggy's anger is just so good...

-Lost in The Palms by deniigiq: An eerily heartfelt story, Foggy is both biting and tender and just such a good stories.

Murderdock x Frank Castle:

-All's Fair in Love and Hate by blackmetaldahlia: Banter and kinky hate sex.

-Down To The River by Feathers_and_cigarettes: Terrible people doing terrible things, love the tension between who Castle thinks he is and how easily he gives into Matt.

-The Power of Manipulation by alohdark: The way that Matt draws Castle out of his comfort zone and maintains control over the situation is so good...

Misc.:

-A Matching Set by contact_high: Dwells on the similarities between Matt and Maggie, a short but haunting story.

-Into the Dragon-Verse by Chlodobird: Best understood with the rest of the series but listen-I cannot deny this take on Dragon!Murderdock doesn't delight me everytime I read it.

-Gently Wipe the Blood from Your Hands by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The whole story builds up this sense of foreboding that sends shivers down my spine in the best possible way.

-Gwenverse Backstory: Not Quite Lovesick by 94BottlesOfSnapple: This story perfectly balances the homely feeling of a mundane sick day with a high-strung character like Murderdock so well.

-Walking Out The Door by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The way that the writer maintains such a high tension throughout the story without it faltering is masterful and just the characterization is just wonderful.

-the dirt by tigrrmilk: The tension between how much Foggy knows about Matt's actions and what he doesn't want to know as well of the back and forth of Gwen and Matt's interactions is just wonderful.

-Blood and Tears by bluspirits: A speculation on Murderdock's time with the Hand that I have read time and time again.

-Be It Done to You by LieutenantSanya: The way that the writer gets into Murderdock's thought process during his suicide attempt is chilling, just a great analysis on the character.

-Mending With Gold by Writing_Puffin: The way Murderdock's weird affection Gwen is characterized and just how the two interact is just so good.

-Bending Towards Justice by Dragonbat: While this was written just after Murderdock's first appearance, I love this take on a more heroic Murderdock even if it is OOC now.

-Stranger Danger by bluspirits: Has lots of call backs to various aspects and mentions within the comic series as well describes a potential first meeting between Gwen and Matt that gains its tension in just how mundane it is.

-To Have a Voice With Which to Sing by SenkoWakimarin: A Cyberpunk take on Murderdock that has a perfectly eerie atmosphere, Matt's detached perspective is perfect for this characterization of him.

-A Foray in Morals by GremlinMan: Earth-199999 Frank Castle and Murderdock encountering each in extremely comedic way, an absolute delight.

-diminishing returns by Hueyhuey with Art by PomegranteBelleArt: Just The Characterizations! The Interactions! The Takes on Elektra and Eleanor! Fun read!

-Don't be a stranger by Kamaya: More centered on Gwen on Murderdock but shows their interactions while Gwen is in jail, also just Matt's bitterness and how the writer characterizes his depression is just lovely.

-The Devil That You Know by Kamaya: Oneshots that range from Matt's response to Elektra's death to his suicide attempt, love the way the writer writes darker topics.

-Fog and Shadow by The_Shy_One: Earth-616 Mike interacting with Murderdock, just a genius concept that is tackled so wonderfully, the way Matt just mocks Mike with what he knows and Mike's unease is just great.

-The Future Is Written In Cathode Rays by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The way Gwen responses to such a violent invasion of Murderdock's privacy through such an intimate view of his past and potential future is just! wow! This story is just visceral on such a personal level!

-Burn The Past by Gunn: A What-If in which Maggie lives, Matt is just so callous and it's! so! good!

-Enjoy the Dance by thelonebamf: The way that everyone interacts and the tension and suspense and the contradictions of Matt's thoughts are really good!

-Welcome Knife by neonbrutalism: Matt is a karma houndini and this is short but so good, post-canon.

-The Seven Stages Of Grief as Experienced by Norman Osborn by abitofren: Messed up in the best way, love how the writer gets inside of Matt's head and its shown is just so good.

-The Cat Came Back by Udekai: Such a great comic, the way that the writer uses lighting and such to tell the story is great, just really atmospheric...

-How Not to Kill Yourself: An Elaborate Long Con by Matthew M. Murdock by Ferith12: So fond of this one, just so very messy in such a great way.

-Holiness by Ferith12: Just analyzing Murderdock's relationship with religion and how it changes as he and also the way he views himself changes is great.

Thanks for reading all the way to the end!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

ik u never intended for this but in ur little peters jumping universes plot idea do u have any idea abt how does pete’s universe’s bucky react to there being ghost tours looking for him around nyc? if he goes back to nyc do people assume he’s a ghost? does he question how this rumor got started? what are the logistics of having a ghost tour to spot someone who’s literally a live human being with a job

it was actually intended in the sense that this exact matter was a plot point that I fully planned for in the fic but just didn’t mention in the post because i didn’t mention most of the plot points. It’s literally such a big fic. Y’all got maybe like 10% of it in extreme summary.

Context of things established earlier in the fic to make sense of how Pete’s Bucky is brought in:

Peter B’s Bucky and Steve are actually pretty established in Pete’s universe. They have no plans of leaving. Steve’s folks came over from Ireland on the boat and never fucking left and he doesn’t see why he can’t do the same with universes. They’re actually happier than ever here. They can get peace and heal and live the life they always wanted to before the war.

Peter B’s Steve is MCU!Sam Wilson’s biggest fan. He has a Twitter Stan account where he fights people on the internet over how amazing Sam is. He is the president of the Sam Wilson Captain America Fan Club. He just thinks he’s absolutely swell. He’s convinced Sam is the One True Captain America and is seriously considering finding the Sam from his home universe to pass the Captain America mantle onto him. As a note, Sam from Peter B’s universe is not involved in superhero shenanigans and is working at the VA having had no contact with the avengers ever. Steve’s genuinely planning what may as well be the plot of a wattpad self insert fanfic wherein living legend Captain America who went missing six months ago appears on your doorstep to tell you he thinks your amazing and pure of heart and needs you to bear his mantle. This is a terrible idea but it’s also a hilarious one so no one has told Steve to stop planning.

As mentioned in the last post, both just sort of got dumped in Matt’s apartment (he had the biggest apartment and also Matt was such a big idiot that it cut clean through Bucky’s hydra programming and violently activated his much deeper engrained The Fuck Did Steve Do Now instincts and he was more himself than ever when he was bitching Matt out for being a fucking moron. He can’t make him leave it’s basically therapy for him to stay with Matt he’s getting his memories back) and then refused to leave. Matt hates this deeply. Bucky won’t stop nagging him about his sleep schedule and Steve somehow keeps outdoing him in insanity. How the fuck do you outdo a blind vigilante who’s also an attorney who fights crime in an under armor tshirt. He appears to visibly hate them.

The thing is that Matt’s really in hell because Steve and Bucky live these horribly structured military lifestyles that are still somehow almost quaint and he’s trying to pull off sewer rat chic over here. He keeps finding them in his kitchen at 6am cooking big breakfasts so they can all get a good start to the day. Let him shuffle out the door with a granola bar and a broken rib like god intended.

Unfortunately he’s also the biggest slut in comics and he did sleep with both of them. This was a bad idea, like most of his ideas are. He’s horribly allergic to commitment (and in love with foggy) and did not think far enough ahead to realize that he can’t ghost two supersoldiers and strategic masterminds who are squatting in his apartment. Bucky hired himself to be Nelson, Murdock, & page’s secretary. He cannot fucking get rid of them and they keep asking him what they are.

So the thing is that, consistent with MCU’s take on the multiverse, there are some people who are identical to the other multiversal counterparts and some who look different. All of the Peters look different. Mr. Murdock is a slightly older version of Matt but is identical enough to pass as a twin. Peter P’s Matt (I forgot to mention he goes by “Red” here) looks similar but has red hair like in the comics and looks like the younger, angrier younger brother of the other Matts.

Peter B’s Steve is identical to Pete’s Steve except he dresses like a godless hipster. Peter B’s Bucky is also identical to Pete’s Bucky except he lost the other arm. They have made no efforts to disguise themselves.

Honestly the only reason why they have gotten away with this so far is because Steve Rogers is supposed to be dead and not a barista named Frodo and whenever anyone asks Bucky if he’s Bucky Barnes he takes off his glove and wiggles his flesh arm and says no, Bucky Barnes is missing an arm, they just look similar and no one ever asks to check the other arm. It keeps working when it shouldn’t.

Pete is referred to them both exclusively as Queens and they both adore him endlessly for reasons that have to do with how Bucky got free of hydra programming that would take way too long to summarize here. They just love that little guy and will punt someone over his continued safety.

Okay now for MCU!Bucky and Sam coming in:

The thing is the internet is full of really fucking stupid rumors and they don’t pay attention to most of them. Like, they’re busy people. They’re doing world saving stuff. Gossip rags and internet blogs will say anything. Last week some random site claimed that Sam was pregnant with Steve roger’s baby, which made zero sense. They briefly see it when Pete first starts perpetuating the rumor, think it’s just some random internet troll thing, and immediately forget it in favor of more important things.

Then the rumor grows and there’s ghost tours and someone asks them about it on the Tonight Show. Some people legitimately thought bucky was dead and he keeps having to correct them. This may be more serious than they thought.

The thing is that while "these are the ghosts of Captain America and Bucky Barnes, a man who is currently alive, haunting the streets of brooklyn" is obviously not what's going on, something is. there's absolutely two vigilantes operating in the area who are enhanced--and seem to be enhanced in a lot of the ways steve and bucky were/are.

The thing is that "this is an alternate universe version of myself who immigrated here and now works as a secretary in a law office by day and fights crime at night" is just not something that comes to mind when people wonder what's going on. It's just not. They're more concerned with impersonators/copycats. Even if it's all just a coincidence, there's two very enhanced vigilantes who popped up in Brooklyn who may end up being assets (or enemies) one day. They decide to go to the area and ask around.

The thing is that Peter B's Steve and Bucky are not subtle men, okay. They made zero efforts to disguise themselves. Bucky did not change his name. Steve changed his name to fucking Frodo, which is worse, because a good way to attract close attention of strangers is to tell them your name is fucking frodo. They're both highly active in community organizing also and outreach for veterans and do a lot of grassroots initiatives, so they're pretty well known in both hell's kitchen and brooklyn. So MCU!Bucky rolls up and immediately gets recognized, not as Bucky Barnes, the Winter Solider, but as Bucky Barnes, that nice man who looks hauntingly like The Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes and coincidentally has the exact same name but is not missing the arm.

Look okay its new york aliens fall from the fucking sky every tuesday now people have more important shit to handle than whether that nice dude who is highly active in a youth outreach program and who you can ask to walk you home at night is secretly a clone of bucky barnes who is dating a poorly disguised clone of steve rogers or whatever. it ain't their business. he's a nice guy they're leaving him be.

anyway it's stupidly fucking easy to find Bucky Barnes Who Has An Arm hanging out at the coffee shop of his boyfriend, Frodo the Barista, who only happens to look like a hipster Steve Rogers.

(Sam: excuse me, are you Bucky Barnes, from the Avengers?

Peter B's!Bucky, not even looking up from his phone: *takes off his glove with his teeth and waggles his fingers* nah man Bucky Barnes is missing his left arm. i just look like him.

Sam, not missing a beat: what about your right arm

Peter B's!Bucky, who never had this happen before: Ohno.exe

Frodo The Barista, turning around for the first time: I have an oat milk latte for Jessica

MCU!Bucky: :o :o :o)

Anyway they have to wait for the end of Steve's shift to answer any of their questions like "who are you people" and "what the hell do you think you're doing" and "why is Steve named fucking Frodo." it's a lot of bucky nervously sweating in his chair while MCU Sam and Bucky stare daggers at him.

They tell them everything, immediately, in full detail. Steve thinks Sam is the One True Captain America and is his biggest fucking fan. Sam cries a little.

Also Queens told them that this universe's Sam and Bucky were actually good dudes and weren't like, evil versions of Sam and Bucky. So they figure it's fine.

Peter B's Steve and Bucky's stance on the whole matter is that it's a nonissue. They're just planning on living their lives as they are. They don't see why anything needs to change. They're not going to get involved in this world's large scale conflicts--they're street level heroes in this world and not interested in being more, and also once the government gets involved that means that their entire deal with the Spider-Men and the Daredevils goes to shit. They trust Sam and Bucky to keep quiet on it. if MCU!Bucky and Sam want to pop by every now and then and hang out, they wouldn't mind. Steve's sort of a huge fan.

MCU!Sam and Bucky have been blue screening through the last fifteen minutes of this explanation. What the fuck is going on.

Peter B's Steve and Bucky basically invite them back to have dinner/meet Matt, who they understand to be a normal lawyer who is in a sort of polycule with multiverse hopping Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes? What the fuck is going on.

Of course they bring them back to an apartment and it's immediately apparent that it's Matt Murdock, that one blind attorney who everyone thought was daredevil for a bit until his twin brother Mike, who no one knew existed, showed up in his court hearing in a full red formal suit, flirted with multiple people including the judge, fought the court security team, and disappeared only to remain at large even today. what the fuck is going on.

(Steve: babe we're back we brought the guests we mentioned

matt, from the other room: THANK GOD TAKE THEM AND LEAVE

Bucky, who has long chalked this up to Matt's weird sense of humor and prickly personality, after all, why would he keep sleeping with them if he actually was trying to get rid of them: what do you think of pasta for dinner

matt: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT FINDING SOMEWHERE ELSE TO LIVE

Sam: what the fuck is going on.)

Honestly it's one of those things where they end up decide to let this go on without interference. They come by sometimes to visit, but not often. It hurts, kind of? Steve and Bucky are happy and together here in a way they never got to be in this universe. Steve's still there, and still alive, and he's honestly happier than Sam or Bucky ever saw their version of Steve? Sam only knew him after the ice, after he lost everything and got caught up in endless conflicts and political machinations and just basically became a soldier who never got to come home from the war. Bucky knew Steve in better times, but it was like. still the Great Depression and Steve was still a queer disabled person in a world that really fucking hated queer people and disabled people. It's always nice when they come to visit but they always kind of leave with a feeling of loss? It constantly reminds them of what they never got with their steve. They need time for the wound to heal before they can spend more time with them.

at one point Steve does in fact go through with his plan to track down his universe's Sam Wilson and bestow upon him The Mantle of Captain America and make him the main character of a Y/N fic and there's a very confused Sam Wilson running around with them as a sort of six months Captain America practical training course who gets coffee with MCU!Sam Wilson