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dyns33 · 3 years ago

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The Devil’s Lawyer - Bonus Part 14

Matt Murderdock x Nice Lawyer Reader : Announcement edition ! (Bonus part 13 here)

They waited a bit before announcing the good news.

Well, okay, the news.

They didn't know yet if it was a 'good' news.

Hell, they had no idea if they wanted this child and if they were ready to be parents. Matt always seemed so convinced that he would be a terrible father, and at the same time he affirmed that she would be a wonderful mother, he was ready to do everything to be the best, to protect them, to ensure their happiness, and when he said that, he had a smile Y/N had never seen before.

Then he seemed to realize he was becoming attached to the baby, and he tried to regain a neutral expression.

Yes, Matt would be a great dad.

It wasn't really necessary to go see a doctor to make sure everything was fine. Every nights Y/N had to fall asleep with Matt's head on her stomach, listening for the slightest suspect thing. They still went for an ultrasound, just in case.

Like this Y/N could hear a little of what Matt was hearing. Even though he growled a little at everyone who touched her, he couldn't take this crucial experience from her.

This was the real moment when she realized what was happening, after two months. There was a baby inside her.

As she stared at the screen, Matt hugged her, kissing her forehead and whispering that it was going to be okay. He seemed sincere.

"...We still have a few more days if you think that we should..."

"We're going to be parents." she whispered, crying with joy.

"Yes. Parents."

The first people they called were her parents.

They lived far away, they couldn't see each other often, but they had come for the wedding, they had met Matt.

Her whole family adored Matt. They found him charming. It had to be said that he had done everything to please them, by behaving like what he thought was the ideal son-in-law, but sometimes still by being himself.

Y/N could see the difference. It was cute. He wasn't used to being in the middle of a family.

Of course, they didn't know about certain things, like his background, his abilities, his unofficial activities; or all the people he had killed. It didn't seem necessary to tell them.

It was almost a thing of the past. Almost.

It was then necessary to announce it to the other family.

Kind of Matt's family in a way, though Matt refused to consider he had a family, weird, scattered all over town, but still great.

Since he was the closest to them, knowing them the longest, like he was their big brother, they started with Foggy.

Not really knowing how to announce it, Y/N bought him a mug that said 'The best uncle in the world'.

Foggy looked at the cup for a long time, then at Y/N, then at her belly, he remained frozen for long minutes during which she was afraid he would faint, before screaming, a scream of pure joy, starting to cry and taking her in his arms.

Luckily Matt wasn't there, he certainly would have hit him. He really refused more and more that others touch her.

"I'm going to be an uncle ! I'm going to be an uncle !" repeated Foggy, hopping around the office.

"And the godfather, if you will. I mean, we never know. Of course we hope nothing will happen to us. But with Matt's work... We trust you. You will be amazing."

"I... I don't know what to say ! Of course ! Oh, I'm going to love this little one ! What about the godmother ? Karen ?"

"Nah, Matt doesn't agree. Even though she's good with children, he's afraid she'll pass on the hatred she feels for him to his offspring. So I was thinking Spiderwoman, even though she's a bit young. I know that Matt is hesitating with his sister. I don't know if she'll be a really good tutor."

"...Murdock has a sister ?"

Elektra already knew, of course, since Matt had called her in a panic when he found out she was pregnant. She had advised him to stay calm, to talk about it with Y/N, to have an abortion and to cut his balls to avoid a new accident.

Upon learning that they had decided to keep the child, she sighed, then wished them luck.

The following days, they received lots of gifts from her, a crib, clothes, toys, which filled the whole apartment. Obviously, even if she hid it well, Elektra was excited at the idea of becoming an aunt.

It was the same with Otomo-san and his ninjas. The happiness was all inside. They swore to protect the mother and the child of their Master at the risk of their lives, and not to approach the heir when he would be born.

"And if it's a girl ?" Y/N asked, a little outraged.

"They will approach her even less !"

"...Oh no. You're going to be even worse than with Gwen."

"Oh ! You have to tell Gwennie ! She's going to be a big sister !"

Spiderwoman didn't quite know how to react. With big pleading eyes, she looked at Y/N who had promised her that they wouldn't have children. But she still seemed glad for them, for her.

Maybe that would make Murderdock a bit more normal. He would totally stop being a criminal when he would see the innocent little baby he had created.

"See ?"

"... Hold them. Hear their heart. Smell their scent. You understood very well what I meant !"

"The baby will kick Matt, will cry all night and for the smells, I don't know yet if he will be able to survive."

"... Thank you." Gwen said, taking her hands. "I needed to hear that. If you need a babysitter, we'll see. Later, when they're out of nappies. And a babysitter, huh ! Not a big sister ! Tell him, he must understand !"

He didn't understand, but it didn't matter, nothing really changed. Anyway, he was focusing entirely on Y/N and her stomach.

The other Spiders sent their congratulations. They also gave advice, because their Kingpin, even though it wasn't Murdock, had sometimes lost their family by having too many secrets and being the bad guys. They would have to think about all this, either by telling the whole truth to the kid, or by changing their life style.

They then learned that the other Matts were a little curious. Very few of them had children. They didn't think they were capable of being good fathers. It seemed to be a constant among Murdocks, but since some had done it, there was no reason Matt wouldn't be good at it.

Y/N just had to see how he was with Cat.

Cat seemed the most unhappy. After all, he was the baby of the house. He stared at Y/N's stomach with what looked like hate. Jealous, he avoided her for several months. Then suddenly, no doubt accepting that he could do nothing against the child's arrival, he began to imitate his Master, staying close to her for protection, lying on her belly as if brooding on it.

Being the Kingpin, Matt had enough money and influence to take a long vacation, leaving his minions to take care of his business.

Despite his arguments, pleas and threats, Y/N did not follow him, continuing to work until she was no longer able to drive, walk or stand.

Several times, people begged her to stop sooner, because when he wasn't tending to the apartment to make sure everything was perfect for her return, he followed her like her shadow, growling at everyone. A real mother hen. Overprotective. Nothing really new, just worse than before.

If he wasn't there, which almost never happened, Otomo-san would take his place. And without making a sound, Otomo-san managed to be almost as scary.

Elektra's gifts, added to those that everyone else gave them, quickly showed that it was going to be necessary to move.

Matt's apartment was bigger, but the atmosphere wasn't quite what you'd expect for raising a child.

"A real house." Matt said as they were about to fall asleep. "We need a house. Far from the city."

"Not too far." mumbled Y/N who was already half asleep. "Work."

"Fine. It will have to be near a school too. A good school. Residential area. No crime. Garden. Big garden. So they can run around enjoying the sun. Big rooms. A bathroom with a tub..."

"Yes, yes. We'll see tomorrow. Go to sleep, Matt."

He didn't sleep, sending lots of messages to Otomo-san to start looking for the perfect house.

They visited hundreds, which never fit, until Y/N liked one so much that Matt agreed not to hiss too much, thinking about everything that was wrong according to him and his impossible criteria.

One of them was that Cat wasn't going to be happy. But Cat would never be happy in a new place, and the house had four bedrooms, one which would be an office, and the other which would be entirely for the animal, so he could handle losing its old territory.

They left the biggest bedroom for the baby.

For decoration, they remained simple. Matt had read that kids couldn't see colours during their first days, he thought the "pink for girls, blue for boys" rule was ridiculous, and they decided it was best to wait and see what the child would prefer.

If they could see colours.

Even though it wasn't hereditary, Matt was worried. Nervous. Ready without being ready.

He wondered if the baby would be like him. If they would be blind. Or colour blind. Or if they would be bad. If they would be cruel and cold, despite all the efforts he made to be good.

Or the child would be like Y/N, but they wouldn't love their father. They would see he was a monster. They would be afraid of him. They would be ashamed.

"Stop." Y/N said, patting him on the head, guessing what he was thinking as he was standing like an idiot in the middle of the store. "It'll be fine. We're going to love them and they're going to love us. Focus. Rabbit or bear ?"

"...Rabbit. Red. Do you think they'll like red ?"

"With your clothes, either it will be their favorite colour or they will quickly have enough."

"We could also take the bear. The bedroom isn't big enough for all the toys."

"No, the bedroom is perfect, it's you and Elektra who have to buy less stuff. Like the giant panda."

"It's from Otomo. I wanted to burn it to make room, but you refused."

If Matt had given in for the house that he considered too small, it was partly because he couldn't refuse his darling anything, but also because of the garden.

"...There's not too much noise. Not too many smells. It's quiet. Safe. No one can jump on us by surprise, even if I can hear them coming anyway."

"Of course. We can put a small pool here."

"Yes. They will be able to climb the tree. I will teach them to climb. And to defend themselves."

"Matt."

"To defend yourself." he repeated seriously. "Not to fight. It's not the same thing. And I'll be careful. They can invite friends over. They... Do you think they'll have friends ?"

"Yes Matt. Lot of friends."

"Hmm. I don't want them to be alone. But they shouldn't be surrounded by idiots. Like that boy with Gwennie."

"Miles is a good kid."

"Whatever."

The next day, Matt called Foggy to order him to get to work with Marci, to get her pregnant as soon as possible so their kids could become best friends.

Foggy fainted this time. He didn't seem too keen on this plan.

Never mind. Maybe later.

As the day of delivery approached, everything was almost ready.

They were in their new home, which Cat was beginning to accept. Matt too. The two were fighting to put their scent everywhere.

The room was ready for the baby. The car had a baby seat. The garden had a swing, a trampoline and a small pool, although this would not be used for several months.

The daycare and schools had already been selected.

Only one thing was missing.

First name.

Finding it amusing, Y/N asked the doctor not to tell them the sex of the baby. It would be a surprise. Of course, with his senses, and perhaps threatening the poor man when her back was turned, Matt seemed to know. But he said nothing.

And together they thought of the names they wanted.

"For a boy, if that's okay with you, Jack seemed obvious to me."

"Jonathan." he muttered.

"Oh. Jack being a nickname then ? Jonathan Franklin Murdock ?"

"Hmm."

"Perfect. And for a girl... Cindy? Claire ? Karen ?" she offered with a smirk that he could hear in her voice.

"Never."

"Maggie?"

"No. I have nothing against my mother, but I hardly remember her."

"As a middle name then."

"Hmm... Ellie. Ellie Margaret."

"Your sister is going to go crazy. By that I mean she'll probably almost smile. And come and take the baby away."

"I would love to see her try." snarled Matt, who knew his sister wouldn't hurt his child. He almost find the idea amusing, but didn't really want it to happen, knowing that Elektra was perfectly capable of it.

The last few weeks Matt hardly slept, watching, his ear still close to her belly, ready to carry Y/N with the bag that had been ready for months, one of his men staying in a car parked in front of the house day and night, waiting for the signal to go to the hospital.

For her part, Y/N was sleeping very well.

Of course, she was nervous too, but someone had to stay calm and sane. She already knew that she would be the cool, serious but nice mother, while Matt would be like he was with her, overprotective, a little strict, but giving in to everything in the end, afraid of doing things wrong, and wanting the best for his little family by offering them the life he couldn't have.

When she kept telling Matt that everything was going to be okay, that he was going to be a great dad, she meant it, it was the truth, he could hear it, and maybe when he would hold the baby, he would finally believe it.

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thegreengoop · 3 years ago

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Matt Murdock x reader

So far untitled. Slightly repressed gn reader, no y/n.

COVID is a thing in this, not going to be a major theme but masks and such will be present. I made the reader have a lot of anxiety surrounding covid, mostly because I do lol.

Chap. 1

Warnings: use of alcohol, getting tipsy/drunk, covid existing, cheesy situations, Matt and reader being awkward, bad writing. Don’t think I’m missing anything but let me know if I did!

I started in a less organized, headcannon style and then got carried away. I kind of suck at dialogue incase you don’t notice, so a lot of off-screen (?) talking, specifically in the first bit.

*It is late so I basically wrote this in one go, hardly any proofreading, format is weird. Help/suggestions welcomed*

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Bumping into him at a café by accident, mistaking of orders, Matt makes a blind joke. Awkwardness, noticing his fluffy hair, blushing. Being starved of physical contact – classic hands touching to reach for the same cup.

You figure you could just die right there – looking at this cute, now laughing at you, stranger.

Encountering him again the next week – it’s your weekly “treat” to yourself on Fridays – and you force yourself to approach him, introducing yourself and making small talk while you were waiting for your orders.

“See you next week?” “Of course,” with His Smirk.

Sitting at an outdoor bench the next week (this time him gathering the courage to engage with you), now that the weather was getting more decent, at the least. A rare morning of sunlight and cool, soft breezes. Seeing his face for the first time, you blush and smile a little, not very embarrassed because he is blind, but self-consciously feeling like everyone is watching you make heart eyes at this guy. Matt does catch on. Watching Matt’s hair whip around his head with a small unconscious smile on your face. Matt noticing and liking it. After a few minutes you both agree you have to split to get to your works, you going back home with your drink because you’re working from home for the time being.

He comes up a few times in your mind that week; that day while you’re at work, sitting at your desk and thinking about his pink cheeks in the morning wind. Sometimes when you’re drinking the coffee that you make yourself the rest of the week. Seeing someone else with brown hair and round sunglasses in the crowd and subconsciously being disappointed.

Walking up to the coffee shop and seeing Matt outside with two cups. Slightly, you accept your order from him - remembering this to pay him back sometime. Sitting on your bench, seeing some sprouts in the plant boxes next to it, making a small noise and Matt asking about that, you having to explain. Some more polite conversation later, both getting antsy because you’ll have to leave soon.

“Wait, just, before you go – gosh this is so corny, but – would you like to maybe hang out some time? My coworkers and I are going out tonight, if… you’d like to join us?” You retract at first, feeling nervous about what sounds like a big group and a night of rowdiness, but Matt butts in “It’s just the three of us, me, Foggy, and Karen. We go to this terrible little bar, but it’s great. I’m way overstepping, aren’t I?”

Feeling better about the going out, especially with what sounds like with at least one woman (feeling a bit more at ease hearing it’s not a crowd of unknown men), you say sure, typing in Matt’s firm’s location on your phone – now knowing he’s a lawyer. Neat. Good to have lawyer friends.

After what felt like a quick day of amping up your nerves and excitement at the prospect at spending more time with this guy, and not being able to be out with people in so long takes a toll. Matt said they’d be going straight from the office, so you dressed in something casual but nice, totally just to make a good first impression on these new people. No other reason. Trying to emotionally prepare yourself to meet new people and be sociable for the night on the way over.

Matt greeting you a little awkwardly, foggy obviously noting how nervous he is around you for later questioning. Foggy and Karen are excited to meet you, Foggy grabbing his jacket off his chair, leaving the seat spinning with his enthusiasm to escape the office. A quick walk down a couple blocks and the three of them head into a dingey looking bar, neon sign outside, flickering, reading Jo i s. They say hi to the woman working at the bar, and head to an open table near the edge of the semi-crowded room. You sit next to Matt at a high round table, Foggy across from you and Karen at your other side, getting a feel for the atmosphere. Sounds of people playing pool and laughing and joking in their tipsy states around you, noticing the soft glowing lights and sporadic small neon signs and posters around the perimeter of the room, and then the brighter spotlights hanging above the multiple pool tables. Karen are busy talking about ordering a pitcher for the table, Matt leans over to ask how your doing, trying to gauge if you’re uncomfortable. You appreciate that, and thank him for inviting you out, how little you do that anymore and that you’re a little unused to the whole being-around-people thing. He laughs, saying he knows how you feel, it usually just being him and the two others drinking in their office some nights, since restrictions varying constantly and just agreeing not to risk it. Apparently tonight is a special night. Foggy gets why Matt suggested it a few days ago.

After Foggy comes back with a pitcher of the cheapest beer, with a proud grin on his face, the four of you officially start of your night. After a few glasses, everyone seems to be loosening up. Karen asks about what you do.

“Oh, pfft, right now I’m stuck working from home. So, mostly doing mind-numbing repetitive tasks, filling out the things and all the ugh, documents,” you say, very soberly.

Foggy hums to that, raising his glass and downing the last half left. By now the pitcher is almost empty, he finishes it off and asks if they should start doing the “harder stuff” now. You hesitate for a second but start giggling, looking over at Karen who seems to get sharing in your giddiness. Matt also looks happy, flushed slightly from the alcohol (?), shaking his head and smiling at the table at one of Foggy’s bad puns. While Karen and Foggy get up to order them all a couple shots, you turn towards Matt, an easy smile on your face, thanking him again for asking you here.

“Any time. They seem to really like you,” he says, smiling with the warmth of being a tad bit tipsy back at you. You sit there for a moment, not saying anything, you studying his face – that seems to be getting handsomer and handsomer every time you see it – and him looking in your direction, swaying slightly with the small smile still there. Foggy breaks your focus, drawing your attention to the four shot glasses he’d brought over.

“Karen’s had to go to the ladies’ room,” he explains at your confused look when she didn’t show up with him.

The three of you decide not to wait on her and clink the small glasses before downing them. You grimace a little, having not done shots in a while. Months, maybe even over a year now that you think about it. Not having an excuse to, doing shots alone in your apartment got depressing after the first few times the thought had occurred to you. You glance up from the surface of the table to see Karen weaving her way through the crowd, flower-patterned mask drawing her out from the tables of bikers she had to pass on the way. The three of you at the table jeer at her needing to catch up, as she happily sits and downs it like a pro. The Nelson and Murdock team seemed to need this even more than you. The business of lawyering seemed like a draining one. Foggy and Karen started trying you to join in on a pool game, though you insisted you’d rather not embarrass yourself and sit on the sidelines with Matt.

“Boooo. We need more shots,” Foggy said just before he got up and traipsed his way over to Josie, you now knew after the few hours you guys had been chatting for.

Karen got up too, luckily spotting a nearby free table and swooping in to claim it.

Matt chuckled lowly, “this is only the beginning, just a few more drinks and they’ll be in the off-key singing phase.”

You laughed along with him, a mix of excitement and fear for your eardrums. Your stomach was feeling warm, comfortably buzzed, the filter on your words and movement all but gone by now. You leaned with an elbow on the table, face in your hand, gazing unabashedly at Matt in the soft bar light. He seems to notice and returns your stare the best he can.

“You like what you see?” He asks with his typical smirk on his face.

“Shh, I’m appreciating art,” you whisper-yell back to him, not being able to stop yourself from acting like a fool in front of this now extremely handsome man.

If and when you remembered this the next day, you’d surely regret everything you’ll be saying tonight, but for now you had not a care in the world. Sitting here in this too-warm bar, surrounded by chatter and light and your head feeling like a feather, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. You told Matt just as much. He blushes even deeper, then reaches out for your arm.

“We should go join those two before they get themselves into trouble.” He’s the one half-guiding you through the bar, ironically, but you appreciated the help in your current state, plus the physical touch was very much welcomed.

Foggy and Karen had started up their game, not before another round of shots, empty glasses sitting haphazardly on the rail of the pool table. The two of you watched in amusement as they tried their hardest, neither proving to be much competition.

“This is fun,” you said, glancing over to Matt. At this point it was getting late, some of the people starting to leave. Thinking about going home and changing into your comfy clothes and laying in your own bed made you yawn, Matt immediately reciprocating a yawn in turn. You both laugh, and head over to the two drunkards.

“Think we’ve had enough for the night?” Matt aimed mostly at Foggy, who surprised Matt with how quickly he gave in and deflated against his side, drawing him into an awkward hug.

“Yeah buddy. How’re we all getting home?”

You mention that your apartment is less than a couple blocks away, which seems to perk him back up.

“Field trip! C’mon we’re taking you home. Gotta make sure you’re safe. Let’s go guys,” he finishes with an overdramatic twirl, making a beeline for the front door.

The rest of you quickly follow after him, not wanting him to get himself lost, catching up to him just outside of the building. Your little group walks down the sidewalk, Karen and Foggy taking up the front and you and Matt tagging behind. You tilt your head back and breathe in the damp night air, sighing at the soothing feeling.

“You doing okay?” Matt asks out of the silence between the two of you.

“I’m great. This was great. I’d like to do something like this again,” feeling slightly brave, you continue, “maybe just the two of us next time.” You fidget a bit, unable to ignore the nerves even with your dose of liquid courage.

“Yeah, I’d like that too.” His smile is even wider, looking positively gleeful.

“Oh, hey, guys, this is me,” you call out to the two in front of you who’d walked right past the entrance to your building.

They giggle like they had been for the whole walk, stumbling back to you and Matt, who were standing in the yellow light from the glass doorway. After a few drawn out versions of goodbye, Matt managed to wrangle the two of them and head on their own way. He glances back at you.

“See you later?” He asks in an attempt to be cool, mentally kicking himself already, but too busy keeping his friends from wandering off for a better goodbye.

“Yeah, see you Matt.” You bite you lip slightly, enjoying the show of this dishevelled blind man trying to get his inebriated friends home.

He smiles one last time at you, before grabbing an arm from each of them and starting them back down the sidewalk. You can’t help grinning to yourself as you drag yourself up the stairs to your apartment, the bone-tiredness finally sinking in. You manage to clumsily strip out of your clothes and put on one of your loose shirts and shorts. You left your clothes flung across your floor, leaving that to future you. Laying down on your side, you feel the wonderful comfort of your bed on your already sore body, and quickly drift into sleep.

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wilders-girl · 2 years ago

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Velvet

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Tags: dress shopping, BFF Foggy, Matt with less enhancement, no mention of daredevil, no y/n, MATT CALLS U ANGEL AAAAA

Warnings: implied smut, slight profanity, slight Matt angst

Word count: 1,628

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Matt goes dress shopping with Foggy to find a dress to give her since their anniversary is coming up soon. It's kind of cute bc i can see Matt totally being in love with her ♡

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“Here, what about this one?”

He felt around the fabric for a minute, brows knotted in focus.

“No, it’s too static-y.”

Matt and Foggy were currently out looking for a dress to give to her as an anniversary gift. Since Matt was “blind”, Foggy was there to help describe the dresses to him. Realistically, it was helpful for Foggy to describe the details that Matt’s “vision” couldn’t fill in. Matt was too anxious she wouldn’t like anything he picked out, so the trip turned into a whole day’s journey.

“Come on man, you’ll never find a ‘perfect dress’ if you’re this picky!” Foggy put his hands on his hips. “Feels like I’m going dress shopping with my mom.”

Matt chuckled dryly.

“You know why I gotta keep it a secret, Foggy.” Matt started. “She’d never let me spend this much money with her.”

“Weird, huh?” Foggy looked up like some sort of answer would come falling down to him.

“But you still feel the need to spoil her with that sweet, sweet lawyer money.” He extended his arm for Matt to hold onto.

Matt laughed again and grabbed Foggy’s arm for the theatrics.

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About 3 stores later, they found it.

“Foggy wait. I felt something just now. As we were walking.”

“What did it feel like?” He asked exasperated.

“Soft like velour, but fuller.”

“I’m just gonna assume you’re talking about velvet. Was it around this rack?”

“I just passed it. Maybe a couple feet behind me.” Matt turned around. “Somewhere around where my hand is.”

Foggy gasped.

“Matt, you freak! Are you sure you’re blind?!” He exclaimed.

“What is it?” Matt asked frantically.

“This!” Foggy grabbed Matt’s wrist so he felt the fabric.

“Yeah, this is the one I was talking about.”

“Matt, sometimes I wish you could see.” Foggy pulled the dress off the hanger and admired it for a second.

“Well, describe it, man.”

Foggy was moving it around so much that Matt couldn’t get a good “view” of it.

“A deep red-”

“Wine or burgundy?” Matt interrupted.

“I don’t know… burgundy? It’s not very purple.” Foggy sighed. “And let me finish!”

“Fine, go ahead.”

“It has a sort of sweetheart neckline with the straps falling to the side, and it’s floor-length. It seems well-fitting until the bottom where it flares out slightly, and there are two slits that go up to…” He analyzed it for a second. “Mid to upper thigh?”

“What about the back?” Matt questioned, gripping his cane tightly so he didn’t show any reaction.

“Wow, I’m glad you asked. This really might be the perfect dress.”

Matt was breathing hard in anticipation.

“It has a pretty low back in a square shape, and it’s stitched so that the waist is smaller.”

“Let me feel it.”

Foggy passed the dress to Matt and he ran his fingers over the neckline down to the slits at the bottom, then pulled on the fabric a bit to test its stretch. All he could think about was how beautiful she’d look in it. As his hands drifted towards the fabric around the waist, he imagined how amazing her body would feel underneath the dress after the date ended.

He started nodding, trying to clear the thoughts before Foggy noticed he was drifting.

“This is the one. How much is it?”

Foggy inhaled sharply and shifted his stance.

“That’s the only downside.”

Matt sighed.

“Come on man, just tell me the number.”

“So it’s slightly over budget.”

“Foggy.”

“$895.”

Matt sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead.

“Hey c’mon man, maybe some other day you’ll find-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Matt, that’s like, 3k over your budget! How are you gonna buy groceries for the next couple of months?”

“It’s not that bad. I’ll just really try to get clients to pay with money this time. No more fruit or chicken.”

Foggy scoffed.

“Good luck with that. I’m not buying lunch for you every day either, just so we’re clear. You chose to spend this money, alright?”

Matt smiled slightly.

“I know, Foggy.”

They begrudgingly walked to the cash register and bought the $800 dress.

Was it worth it for her reaction? Absolutely.

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The day had come. Matt had kept the dress in a bag to prevent it from getting dusty, and he unwrapped it to inspect if it was still in the same quality he got it in. He got a sleek, black gift box he’d been saving for the occasion and carefully folded the dress along with tissue paper to put in it.

He closed it and sat quietly for a moment thinking about how this could have gone if he weren’t blind. A normal guy would’ve been able to write a note or add a card on the side, but he couldn’t remember what his handwriting looked like. There were times he was grateful for being given the powers he had, but at the end of the day it all came at a price.

He was blind, Daredevil or not. Sometimes he doubted his senses and memory because he was insecure. Was that box really black, or did he get the wrong one? Was she really that size dress, or was he misremembering? Did she even like red, or was she wearing a different color every day all this time?

Matt Murdock was a very self-doubting man.

Suddenly his phone rang, snapping him from his thoughts. It was her.

“Hey, angel.”

“Hi Matt.” Her voice was thick and sweet like honey in his ears even through the phone. He could only smile.

“You told me not to get a dress for tonight. It’s getting kind of late to look, don’t you think? ” She asked.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

She laughed, it was what Matt imagined heaven to sound like.

“Well, I can’t exactly get ready for our date if I don’t have the clothes for it.”

“I think that sounds alright.” Matt quipped.

“Oh, hush.” She laughed again, the sound saturated with luxury.

He was completely and utterly devoted to her.

“Tell you what, I’ll come over in around 10 minutes and we can talk about it there, hm?”

“I have a feeling you’ll be there for more than talking.”

He chuckled darkly.

“And what if I am?”

She let out a sigh, pretending to weigh the decision.

“Come over and find out.”

She hung up, leaving Matt biting his lip and yearning for her.

His attention suddenly directed to his lap, and he sighed.

“The things you do to me.” He whispered.

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Knock knock knock.

She opened the door, effortlessly beautiful even without makeup. Matt felt a smile creep up on his face. He couldn’t help it.

“Hi there, handsome.” She spoke.

“Hey, angel.” He muttered back, keeping note of how she bit her lip in response.

She held his hand and brought him inside, leading him to the couch.

“What did you want to talk about?” Her eyes glanced at the box in his hands.

“Wait. You didn’t.” She smiled.

“Take it.” Matt held out the box towards her.

“Baby, I told you not to spend so much money on me!”

“It wasn’t that much. And you deserve it all.”

She pouted and opened the box.

Her small smile transformed to a face of amazement.

“Matt.” She gasped.

“Yes?”

“I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Aw, you’re not letting me stay?” He joked.

She laughed softly and leaned into the crook of his neck.

“You know you’ll get to have your way with me after dinner.” She whispered in that sultry voice she knew drove him insane.

“Careful, angel.” Matt spoke slowly, his voice dangerously low.

All she did was smile and stand up holding Matt’s hand.

“Thanks for your patience, princess.”

Matt pulled her in by her waist and leaned in close, teasing her with the closeness.

“See you tonight.” He whispered languidly.

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Matt stood outside the restaurant, fixing his hair as the wind blew it askew again. He heard another taxi roll up, and inside it was your voice. He smiled, forgetting about his image before acting clueless to her existence again.

“Hi sweetheart.” She smiled, walking up to Matt at a quick pace.

Matt knew she was walking with that sway in her hips like she does in heels. He knew she was wearing those silver earrings that jingle when she takes a step. When she stepped closer he smelled that Dior perfume she knew drove him crazy. He felt her warmth even in the cool New York night. And when he heard that voice, he knew he was gone. She had him wrapped around her finger and he was okay with it.

She walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek and held onto his arm, guiding him into the restaurant.

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The real highlight of the night wasn’t the food, but what happened under the table.

Sometimes, she’d touch his thigh under the table and act like nothing happened.. Sometimes, Matt just barely brushed his knee against hers to remind her he could play at this game too.

They barely made it through the meal before hurrying into the taxi, trying desperately to hold it together before they got to Matt’s apartment. They were all over each other.

He almost hated to take the dress off of her, but what was underneath was even more incredible. Her skin felt like velvet under his rough hands. She was soft, warm, irresistible. She was perfect. Every inch of her that he felt, every sound that escaped her lips, every touch she offered him was like heaven to him. Matt spent every moment trying to please her because he knew she deserved it.

She deserved the world. And he was going to do his best to give it to her.

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I hope u all liked this little drabble of a fic.... I'm slowly starting to figure out Tumblr and it's really optimal !!

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fic #no y/n

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kutpot · 2 years ago

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hi i read on twitter your assumption that Elden will not return to the show.

why do you think that? Is it because he's skinny now?

i love your art

Hey there, Thanks for enjoying my art. It really makes me very happy when people like my art.

Well, I don't remember saying that, I remember making a comment about my fears and suspicions based on one or another piece of information I gathered. But I never really assumed anything.

Look, I'm really glad Elden is getting more attention lately. Elden was usually appreciated only for being the cute, stylish guy with that eternal sidekick look. So I believe he's enjoying his moment and is happy with some closer looks at him at how handsome he “IS now".

You Know, I really don't like objectifying people. Honestly, I feel a little disgusted when I see that some people see Charlie as just a big walking ass. I just feel like this is kind of wrong.

This kind of things bothers me a little. Maybe because I've always seen beauty in Elden; for me, he's sexy anyway even if he's not by “Hollywood standards”.

He has been gaining more and more followers and posts like this: Have you seen Foggy now? Wow, how sexy Foggy is now. Hot. DILF etc etc…

However I confess that there's a childish and selfish part of me that wishes he wasn't so famous anymore, so he could only pay attention to me. Sorry if that sounded a little jerk of me. But it's just because I'm a little silly, jealous and selfish. Such a fan.

Anyway, I just hope he doesn't think he's handsome or somehow important only now that he's lost weight. Because he was always handsome and important and an amazing actor! (I hope he reads this one day. I also hope my husband doesn't read this. Although my husband knows he lives in my heart along with Elden. They're kind of roomies…)

Elden has an incredible ability to lose and gain weight for a project. (For one example in the Butterfly Effect movie.)

He can play any kind of character and do it perfectly well. This is unique! Not all actors can be so versatile!

So it wouldn't be a problem for him to gain a few pounds in a few months. There are also slimmer Foggys, albeit with a nice soft belly. We accept all Fogs in this house as long as it's Elden playing him.

There was even one person (well-meaning, of course) who said he's preparing to play a slimmer Foggy from Waid's run. Incredibly, this person said that before that whole Daredevil being lighter thing came up. We all know well what happens to Foggy in it. I cry just thinking about it.

Now let's get to a curious fact. In early 2019 I was minding my own business when I saw a tweet that said we shouldn't worry about campaigns and Daredevil's future.

That all the actors knew it (Jessica Henwick later said that Charlie knew he would be back).The tweet, however, said that Elden would not be returning. I retweeted. But you know, small account, just over 10 followers, nobody gave a damn. (I have like 100 followers now, who still don't give a shit, but hey! this is progress!) The account that posted these things disappeared and apparently no one noticed.

That might have been speculation or just a person wanting some attention in that bittersweet moment for an enthusiastic fandom.

In addition to commenting on this, I also said that Daredevil's official IG account doesn't follow Elden and I think this at least strange because the guy is Matt's partner and best friend. Avocados at law... The damn heart of that show!

I also said that Elden had expressed a desire to work with his brothers - both producers - and I'd think it's great! They are very talented guys!

I also mentioned another thing that bothers me: He is hardly ever mentioned when someone from the cast gives an interview. Sometimes I get the impression that he wasn't even on the show, and that really gives me a weird feeling. I dunno. Maybe it's me, the behavior analyst, overthinking all the time.

As I've said before, I adore Elden. He's the first love of my life, and it wasn't even for that Ducks thing. I wish him the best always. He's the reason I'm here.

I also love Foggy. He's my favorite Marvel character. I think he deserves a series of his own.

I wish from the bottom of my heart that Elden would play Foggy again. And honestly I don't see why he wouldn't return, after all, he and Charlie had amazing chemistry. They don't need to be friends in real life, which is totally understandable. (some people criticized Elden for not appearing with Charlie in his play like Deborah did)

Foggy is brilliantly written, but he probably wouldn't be as loved if it weren't for Elden's charisma. Elden's Foggy is bright, cute, sexy, clumsy, heroic, smart…He’s human. He's a man everyone would like to have around…

I hope he's on this new show… I don't know if I'd even watch it if he's not.

I tend to be very optimistic and I was a bit reluctant to answer this ask as I don't want to sound like a person speculating negatively. Speculation gives me anxiety. I'm the type of person who rolls eyes even at the word rumor.

I have a huge fear of having some hostile stones being thrown at me, I am a sensitive baby. So dear anon, sorry for the delay in responding and thank you for helping me take some weight off my chest.

And with jazz hands I retreat to my cave.

#oh gosh #elden henson #foggy nelson #too personal #daredevil #shame #It's dawn I should be sleeping. I may be sleeping. So I may have written something incoherent here but hey! things happen at dawn #long post

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.2

Of Coffee, Brownies and-- Frack

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader Word count: 2210

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Warnings: swearing, tons of fluff and cheeky/cute Daredevil/Matt

Summary: You’re a secretary at Landman and Zack, having an office on the same floor as the interns. You notice one of them (which you might and might not have a crush on) seems down lately, so you decide to cheer him up the only way you can come up with. You bake muffins; right after your life is saved by a cheeky vigilante.

Part 1

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“Wild night out?” a male voice made you snap from your dozing and you straightened in your chair with a startle.

Oh shit. Oh fuck, you were so fired.

You look up to the man who addressed you, relieved it was only Foggy – one of the interns. He wouldn’t report you, right?

“Uhm… not sure I would call it wild, but… strange for sure.” Not every night you get to be kissed by a vigilante, even if only on your temple.

“It wasn’t drugs, right? Because drugs are bad,” he whispered, looking around for anyone who could hear. You smiled at him tiredly.

“I know. Not… that kind of strange. What can I do for you… Foggy, right?”

“Yes!” he confirmed cheerfully, until his smile fell. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we were introduced. You’re…” he eyed the name on your desk, repeating it dutifully.

“That’s me,” you confirmed with a nod. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh! Right. My friend, Matt, he’s interning with me here, I’m sure you saw him around. He’s… well, blind.” Oh, I did see him around. “Usually, he gets the copies of the files in braille, but today… whoever is the good soul doing it for him forgot or something and… I have no idea where to find a braille printer here and you seem to know your way around…? And you also look like you’re not gonna fire me for asking.”

You found yourself smiling in the presence of the cheerful man. “Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I was basically sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“Thanks. You have the file? I can print it. Honestly, anyone who knows where to find that printer or how to use it wouldn’t have the authority to fire you. Just send it to me and I’ll drop it in your… your…” you stuttered, unsure how to finish that sentence.

“You can say it. It’s a closet.”

“It is, isn’t it? But which one?” you played dumb, because… reasons. You shouldn’t have known where they were, you didn’t need it. Why would you? Yeah, I’m sooo subtle…

“Oh, the one down the hall.”

“Okay. Just e-mail me the file number and I’ll deliver.”

“Really? You’re amazing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed nervously. Amazing. You didn’t think – scratch that, you were sure your boss never called you that, and you were saving his life on daily basis; he wouldn’t even sign a paper unless you handed him the pen.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong…” Foggy pronounced, pointing at you. Then he seemed to realize something. “You said not many people know where to find that printer?”

You shrugged. “Not really, I guess. It’s on the fourth floor, but it’s next to impossible to go there unnoticed by people guarding printers and they are bitch to talk to, so if you ever need anything just tell me, I’ll do it for you. I’m sure your life is enough depressing in that… cubicle.”

“Hm… okay, thanks a lot!” He spun on his heels, walking out.

Weird.

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Dropping off the files in the right closet, you were confronted with… your crush. You might have not realized it before, but… yeah. You were confronted by Matt Murdock himself and you were suddenly very sure you had a crush on this man. Crap.

The thing was… he was his typical self, which meant… really charming. He stood up from his desk when thanking you, learning your name, shaking your hand. He gave you one of the nicest smile you had ever seen, his grip firm, but gentle; you just stuttered when saying ‘nice to meet you’, stumbling out as quickly as possible, shaking your head over your own inability to communicate like a normal person.

One thing you noticed about Matt that day though was that he had a rather angrily looking gash next to his right eyebrow – whether he ran into a door or something else happened, you didn’t know. But you were glad you had baked the previous night, secretly leaving your backup lunch to ease the blind’s man pain.

You were stuck hungry because of that; you couldn’t make yourself regret it.

You were a hopeless case.

And a liar on top of that, because you had said it wasn’t ‘like that’ just few nights before. Perfect.

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It was raining that night, so you didn’t leave a snack for the vigilante who apparently kissed crime victim’s temples. Maybe the next night.

Or never, because he would avoid you forever, realizing that you were as far from his Lois Lane as you could be. Which was probably a good thing.

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You looked up from the screen at the sound of someone knocking. It was unusual – the door was always open, so people normally just waltzed in.

Matt freaking Murdock was standing in that open door, holding his walking cane and a cup holder in one hand, his other hand on the glassy door. You blinked in surprise at the sight. And god, he was such a sight for your sore eyes…

“Anyone in?” he asked carefully and you fought the urge to face-palm. He couldn’t see you watching him – which might be a good thing, considering you were shamelessly staring.

“Yes! Hi, Matt. What can I do for you? Someone forgot to print case files again?” you wondered when you gathered yourself.

He smiled, turning your direction, walking towards your desk.

“Uhm, no. No, I came to… say thank you.”

Did you hit your head in the shower this morning?

“Uhm. You’re welcome, it really wasn’t a big deal.“ You mentally praised yourself for so many coherent sentences. His smile only grew wider.

“Here. Uhm, I was told you were a bit tired yesterday, so I figured you might appreciate a coffee. One’s black with sugar, which should have ‘B’ on the cup, and the other one is vanilla latté with ‘V’. I had no idea which you might like.” He held out the holder for you to choose.

You had definitely hit your head. What the hell? Or rather… what the heaven?

“I… you really didn’t have to do that, Matt. That’s… thank you, but… it was just a file. Anyone would do that.”

You found the V cup, taking it hesitantly as if it could explode in your hand.

“Well, for one, that’s not true, especially here, and… it’s not just for the file,” he offered with a cute smile.

It wasn’t the smile that sent your heart racing. Well, it was, but also the thing he was implying— did he somehow figure out you were his… secret muffin-maker? Well, shit.

“I’m not sure-“

“People by the printers on the fourth floor are next to impossible to sneak by – that’s your words, not mine. Next to impossible, but not completely. That suggests you know how to do it. I imagine the bosses wouldn’t be happy finding out you’re using the printer to write notes for miserable blind interns, so sneaking under radar it is.”

You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut, cursing mentally. And out loud. “Frack.”

“So, you know. Thank you. The muffins were delicious. They did make my day much better,” Matt assured you and an unfairly warm feeling spread in your chest. Maybe it wasn’t such a disaster he found out.

“There’s no way I’m finding a way to prove you wrong, is there?” you sighed. “You should reconsider your career choices, you would make a great detective. Glad it worked. I know that muffins can’t fix all the problems of the world, but occasionally, they can save the mood.”

“Not wrong there. I... uhm… the coffee is the best thank you I’m capable of. I hope my debt is paid.”

Well. That made more sense. “You didn’t have to-“

“That came out wrong. I wanted to say thank you, to erase a potential debt, because I was…”

You tilted your head to side, waiting what brilliant end that sentence would have. For once you weren’t the one who apparently didn’t know what to say.

“I was wondering if you would want to go for a coffee sometime? Or a dinner, maybe? Not as a thank you.”

Throw the incapability to speak up back on me, why don’t you. You blinked in utter shock, your knees buckling a little. Come again? “Not… not as thank you. You’re… you’re sure of that?”

“Hundred percent positive.”

You were certain you heard wrong. Which was easily possible given how loud your pulse was in your ears.

“Oh. Uhm… yeah. Okay. Sure. Just… just to be clear, since it’s not a thank you-“

“It’s a date. If you want it to be,” he added quickly, his confidence slightly shaken.

“If I want it to be…” you muttered under your breath incredulously. “Is the sky blue?”

“You tell me, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it last time,” he replied, grinning. He was so not supposed to hear that. Dammit.

“Oh my—… yeah, last time I checked it was still blue.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone, holding in out for you. “Would you enter your number in it, please? First name’s enough. I’ll call you.”

You finally set your cup down and took the phone from his hand, still not quite believing this was happening. Your fingers brushed his lightly when doing so, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest. Jesus.

“Sure. You don’t have a distaste for black coffee right? Because I can totally switch the cups, I haven’t even sipped mine yet,” you mumbled as you were entering your number.

He laughed. “I like black coffee.”

“Noted. And number saved.”

You returned the phone to his extended hand. “Thanks. Dinner or coffee? I would offer a lunch, but the muffins appeared during lunch-breaks, which suggests you’re not leaving the office.”

“Detective, seriously. Dinner?” you asked, unsure.

“Dinner it is.”

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Dinner it was. And an amazing one. Matt picked the restaurant wisely – nice, but not too expensive, because neither of you were exactly rich (not that it mattered, because Matt was a gentleman who wouldn’t let the woman pay for the food, definitely not on the first date) and that way you could have a dessert without remorse; financial one anyway.

Matt saying that your muffins were better after eating a chocolate brownie was just the icing on the cake of how… sweet he was. He was even more wonderful than you had thought, but despite becoming a lawyer and working between the sharks, he was a down-to-earth person. Not playing any… leagues. And you had fun. His sense of humour was refreshing and he was apparently more than capable of smiling and laughing as cheerfully as his friend. He was a freaking sunshine and you found yourself drawn to the warmth and light like to a magnet.

He walked you home, looking almost disappointed that the night was ending, which was a sentiment you shared wholeheartedly.

“If I wasn’t so full, I would invite you upstairs. I have muffins,” you whispered as his hand travelled up your arm, wavering in the crook of your neck and he leaned closer to you.

The corners of his lips rose a little higher at your note and you were honestly regretting he was still wearing his dark red-tinged glasses. You would like to see his eyes to complete the picture.

“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m actually glad. I… I really enjoyed tonight. I wouldn’t want to screw up.”

You could tell he hesitated, his thumb caressing your neck in silent question. You leaned in as well. ”I can’t really imagine you screwing it up, Matt, no matter what you would do. Unless you‘d wake me up now.”

“Is that a permission?” he breathed out an inch from your lips.

“It’s a plea.”

He met your lips softly, retreating too soon.

“Please, don’t wake me up,” you mumbled, not sure you wanted him to hear it.

“This is a goodnight kiss,” he reassured you lowly, kissing you again, caressing your lower lip and making your knees unfairly weak. “We’ll work our way up to a good morning one. If you’d like.”

You brought your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him close just in case he was getting any ideas and you returned the kiss, nibbling on his lips just a little. He let out a content sigh, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shifting closer to yours.

“Probably sooner than later,” he mumbled against your mouth, making you smile and hum in agreement. You added ‘excellent kisser’ to the mental list you were making about him. Hot. Sweet. Gentle. Funny. Smart. Ray of sunshine. Gorgeous smile. Likes black coffee and my muffins. Never should stop kissing me.

He met your lips for the last time, withdrawing with a smile, his thumb running over your jaw.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, licking your lips to savour the taste of his own.

He pecked your temple lightly, wishing you the same.

‘Familiar,’ you added to your mental list and your heart, fluttering until the moment, started hammering in your chest wildly. Familiar voice, familiar smile, familiar gestures-

No, no, no, no, no. That was ridiculous. You were projecting again, you were-

“Clark?” you chocked out, perfectly aware of how stupid it was, expecting Matt to shoot you a puzzled look and ask you about your possible ex or something.

Except Matt did no such thing. Instead, he froze and said just one word that meant you were somehow, in some impossible way, right.

“Frack.”

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Matt Murdock Masterlist

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It’s silly and I’m grinning when writing it and posting it and I’m most definitely sure that this cliff-hanger is the end and it’s all up to you to wonder what happened next ;)

Thank you for reading :-*

#marvel #fanfiction #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil imagine #mcu #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #daredevil #matt murdock #of muffins coffee and other miracles #anika ann

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artbymintcookies · 4 years ago

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I cant believe people made gijinkas out of those cats I drew lmao.

Here's the au because I'm vibin and I need you guys to know:

Kirsten is Foggy’s owner, and he is absolutely pampered. She's a successful lawyer with the means to provide her beautiful brown tuxedo cat with the most luxurious grooming, food, toys any one cat could ask for.

He's chubby because he's so well loved. Kirsten leaves little treats for him around the house when she's out so he's motivated to walk around and jump up her furniture more, but Foggy’s the kind of cat who's discovered how to open a fridge and he does go ham.

He gets brushed every day as Kirsten unwinds and they watch silly romcoms together.

They do mani pedis together. She does foggys claws first and then she paints her own.

She keeps buying him little outfits. He has a closet of bowties and little jackets and little hats.

Matt's owner is Sam Chung, who found a tiny blind kitten and decided to name it Matthew.

He calls Matt his roommate. None of his friends know he has a cat for months until he throws a dinner party and asks if anyone's allergic.

Matt is an outdoorsy cat. At first, Sam was apprehensive to let him out, but one time he escaped and Matt found his way back so now he just leaves the window open for him.

Matt thinks Sam is a helpless, hairless cat and keeps bringing home rats and birds (alive, to help teach Sam how to hunt)

Sometimes Sam recognizes when Matt’s modelling predator behaviour to teach him. Sometimes he calls Matt "teach" or "teacher"

Matt also can and will climb any and all furniture. He can be found on top of open doors sometimes. Matt is totally blind (vet says so) and Sam is both impressed and disconcerted

One time Sam got a little tree for his sad bachelor apartment and Matt climbed it and tore off all the leaves

Sam calls him his little Daredevil :-)

Matt meets Foggy when he's out on one of his walks and Foggy happens to be napping at an open window. Kirsten sees Matt and tosses him a treat.

Matt develops a little crush on Kirsten just because she's nice. Rubs up against her leg, paws at her, meows and poses to look cute for her. He's curious about the other cat he smells on her

She lets him in, thinking he's a stray, and he and Foggy get acquainted.

Foggy’s a pampered, skittish cat and is very wary of Matt but is also willing to share his wet food, just to see what happens.

Pretty soon theyre napping together and best cat friends

Matt visits very often, both for the very good food and the company. He helps get Foggy out of his comfort zone a lot, encouraging him to climb more furniture and sometimes even stepping outside even though Foggy screams and hisses a storm the first time he gets mud on his paw.

Cat mattfoggy. It's like aristocrats but with my favourite kinds of cat

#au #mattfoggy #text #matt murdock #foggy nelson #do i even tag this i dont know what this is

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stardust-and-snickerdoodles · 5 years ago

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fandom: Daredevil

pairing: Matt Murdock x plus size Reader

summary: requested by @morganofthecoves1: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a matt Murdock x plus size reader with the prompt 5. “Can I hug you?” and/or 9. “Has she asked about me?”. Maybe reader is friends with Karen and Matt keeps on asking about her. Idk, something fluffy. There aren't enough X plus size reader fanfics for Matt out there. If you aren't comfortable with writing a plus size reader that's a-ok. Hope you have a good day!

warnings: fluff, some self-deprecating thoughts (but you’re learning to love yourself ❤️)

word count: 1879

a/n: i hope this is okay for you! i tried my best but it is my first time writing a plus size reader so please give me feedback!

Matt enters the office to the smell of coffee and the sound of Karen slamming her hand on the copy machine.

“Still having issues?” Matt asks with a smirk as he closes the door behind him.

Karen lets out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah. I thought that repair guy got it all figured out but apparently not.”

Matt goes to lean on Karen’s desk in the middle of the office. “Why don’t you ask Y/N about it?” he asks, feigning innocence. “I thought you said she’s pretty good with tech.”

Karen turns and crosses her arms over her chest. She can see right through Matt’s charade. “You’re just trying to get her back in the office,” she says, voice light with amusement.

Ever since you came in a few weeks ago to drop off lunch for Karen, Matt hasn’t been able to get his mind off you. Your voice fills his every waking thought, your laugh invades his headspace all day long. Matt wants to meet you again. He wants to hear your voice in person again.

He wants you. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

A fiery blush crawls up Matt’s cheeks. He senses the warmth and tilts his head down. “N-no,” he stammers, “I just want you to get the copier working.”

“Don’t lie to me, Matthew,” Karen says, taking a sip from her coffee. “She’s cute, nice; I get it. Plus, who knows… maybe she feels the same way.”

Matt perks up at this. “Has she asked about me?”

Karen rolls her eyes and laughs. “You’re like a lovesick puppy, ya know. It’s adorable.” She turns back to the copier and stares at the unruly machine for a moment. “Maybe I will call her though. If anyone can fix this thing, it’s Y/N.”

Matt doesn’t try to stop the smile that spreads across his face as he goes to his office.

…

It’s later that day when Matt hears the door to the main office open. Karen greets the new arrival in a friendly manner, making Matt guess that it’s one of her friends. And then he hears your voice again.

It has the same effect it did the first time he heard it. Matt’s heart stammers for a moment, struck by the perfect rhythm of your speech. It’s almost like you’re singing every word.

Matt takes a deep breath to calm himself and thinks about what he’s going to do. Is it too weird if he goes out to say hello? Is it rude if he doesn’t?

He’s about to stand up and go outside to greet you when he zones back in to the conversation you’re having with Karen.

“Where are they boys?” you ask, slightly amused. Matt can hear the slight expectancy in your voice and senses your heartbeat pick up minutely.

“Foggy went out to meet with a client; he should be back soon. And I think Matt’s still in his office,” Karen responds.

“Oh,” is your short response. Matt thinks he hears a bit of anticipation in your tone.

It’s now or never, he decides. Straightening his tie, he grabs his cane and makes his way over to the door.

The familiar scent of your lotion fills Matt’s senses and he unconsciously relaxes a little bit. You seem to have that effect on him: utter exhilaration at first and then peace soon after.

“Hello Y/N,” he says, turning toward you as he enters the room.

“Hi, Matt,” you answer shyly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

There’s something so pure about you. Matt doesn’t need to have vision to see that you’re gorgeous, despite the waves of insecurity you send into the world. Matt wishes he could take all that self-doubt away from you. He wishes he could make you see what he sees. How the air swirls around you and shows him the gentle swell of your hips, how the temperature around your face grows warmer when he smiles at you.

He wishes you’d unwrap your arms from around your stomach. He wants to take in all of you, but it seems you only want to cover yourself. How can you not see that you are so unimaginably lovely?

He thinks this a small tragedy and makes it his mission to show you your beauty.

“How are you?” he asks politely, stepping closer to you and resting his hands over top his cane.

You shrug, holding yourself tighter as he grows near. “I’m okay. Yourself?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Matt smirks, ever the flirt. But even this smooth line can’t soothe the nerves he feels around you.

Karen rolls her eyes. “Get a room,” she mumbles jokingly, stepping behind her desk and shuffling some papers. “Or better yet, Y/N, why don’t you help me with the copy machine? You know, the reason you’re here?” Karen gives you a pointed look. She wants nothing more than to see you happy; she knows how much you’ve struggled lately.

You nod hesitantly, glancing back at Matt once more. “Uh, yeah, sure Karen,” you murmur, watching Matt go back into his office.

A few hours later, you’ve finally figured out the mystery of the copy machine. The sun is setting in a blaze of red behind the skyline. Foggy left a couple minutes ago but Matt has yet to reemerge from his office.

You announce your victory of the copier to Karen, who high-fives you and offers to split a cab to your respective apartments.

“Oh, n-no,” you stumble, “that’s okay. I was hoping to talk to Matt about something actually.”

Karen doesn’t look quite as surprised as you thought she would. In fact, she almost looks like she expected you to answer the way you did. “Alright. Get home safe, Y/N,” she states as she waves and leaves the office.

You watch the door close with a click and suck in a deep breath. This is your chance. There’s no one else here. You can finally tell Matt how you feel.

You’ve had a crush on Matt ever since that first time you saw him when you brought lunch for Karen. He had been so kind and sweet to you.

A small thought objects in the back of your brain. He only likes you because he can’t see you.

You subconsciously bring your arms around yourself, looking down at your figure. You’re not exactly a model, but you’ve been learning to accept yourself for who you are. But trying to get others to accept you? A whole different ballgame.

You were lucky to have a friend like Karen. She was one of the only people who saw you as more than your body. Sure, you had good friends before, but ultimately, they all moved on when they found better people or boyfriends. Most of your friends had settled down already. You and Karen were some of the few to not be romantically involved, and you were grateful for the sweet secretary.

And of course, it was because of Karen that you were introduced to Matt.

The sound of Matt’s office door closing draws you out of your thoughts. You’d almost forgotten that you’re standing in the open and that he’s just one room over. You turn to face him guiltily, still holding your arms close to your body.

“Y/N? What are you still doing here?” Matt asks. “It’s late; you should be getting home.”

Of course, Matt had overheard your earlier conversation with Karen, but he can’t let you know that.

You hum and look anywhere but his face. “I just, um, wanted to talk to you. About… stuff.” You mentally kick yourself for being so illiterate with your speech but Matt doesn’t seem to care.

He leans his cane against the wall and steps toward you. “Of course. What’s going on?”

You step backward and lean against the desk, trying to put more space between the two of you. “I just… I don’t know, I thought you’d like some company. Maybe.”

Matt senses how you move away from him every time he tries to get closer, so he stops moving and stays where he is. Your heart is beating wildly, but it relaxes minutely when he stops approaching. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “I appreciate that.”

There’s an awkward pause before Matt speaks again. “Are you… are you okay?” he asks, hesitating for a moment. “You seem nervous.”

You blush, looking at the floor. “I really like you,” you murmur without thinking.

The corners of Matt’s lips curve up slightly. Before he can respond, you begin rambling, your words all coming out in one breath.

“But I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way or if you already have a girlfriend or something. Because how could someone like you be single? Yeah, I mean you probably have loads of girls pining over you already so I don’t even know why I’d even mention that. Plus, you’re so, I mean, wow, you’re gorgeous and I’m all, all, I don’t know, all soft or whatever and not even anywhere close to your level. So, I totally get it. I’m going to go now.” You blurt out the last sentence and begin speed-walking toward the door.

Before you even make it a couple steps, Matt catches your arm. You stiffen and turn to face him, trying to ignore the burning of unfallen tears in your eyes. He’s removed his glasses and his face carries the most admiration you’ve ever seen.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Please.”

You relax and he releases your arm from his grip. He tries to meet your eyes as best he can.

“Can I hug you?” The words are gentle, not demanding. Just a simple, innocent request.

You battle your mind for a moment, trying to come up with a decision. You don’t like people touching you, afraid they’ll find all those curves and bumps that make you insecure sometimes. But at the same time, there’s nothing you want more than Matt’s arms around you.

“Yeah,” your voice breaks and Matt notices that the sing-song quality is gone from your tone.

He pulls you toward him and envelopes you in his arms, keeping his grip light so that you can pull away if you want. You inhale the scent of his cologne, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself.

“You’re beautiful,” Matt murmurs, stroking a hand through your hair.

You sniffle a bit, not trying to stop the smile that overtakes your lips.

Matt gives you a gentle squeeze and continues to speak, “And I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You pull away slightly and look up at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh.” You press yourself back against his chest.

Matt chuckles and rubs his hands up and down your arms. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I just hope they know they’ll have to go through me first.”

Your smile grows and you close your eyes, doing your best to keep this moment ingrained in your memory. “Seriously?” you mumble.

“Absolutely.” Matt’s voice rumbles in his chest, sending chills through you.

Throwing caution to the wind, you allow yourself to relax and say, “I suppose you do have a girlfriend now, Matt.”

“I suppose I do,” he chuckles. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

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jasonsgrayson · 5 years ago

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Jasonsgrayson’s Guide To All Things Spideytorch

Hi guys, I know I do rec lists sometimes, and I wanted to do one for Spideytorch since I just got into it and a lot of the fics on AO3 are really great. Theres a ton of fics here, of all shapes and sizes and ratings, and in no particular order as always, so take your pick.

Above the cut are my all time favorite spideytorch fics, below the cut are a mess of totally awesome fics that you guys should really take a look at.

If you want to save some time just look at any of Traincat’s and lamujerarana’s spideytorch stuff. They’re amazing.

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed by Traincat Rated M - 8,685 words Is this my favorite spideytorch fic of all time? Yes. Is it one of my favorite fanfics of all time in general? Also yes. Are the Johnny Storm sex tape related events of this fic cannon? Yes they absolutely fucking are. Read it, I beg of you.

"Pete, my man, my completely platonic best bro," he muttered to himself in the voice he reserved solely for mocking Johnny Storm. "Come over and watch my maybe sex tape! Fun times! Just two guys hanging out -" he slammed the bathroom door maybe a little harder than necessary "- watching the one guy's celebrity sex tape! Good clean fun!" Mrs. Moretti downstairs banged on her ceiling with a broom. Everything was coming up Parker tonight. -- Or, in which Peter proves himself tragically unable to take a hint. Post-Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, aka the time Johnny asked Peter to watch his sex tape.

Lost and Found by Traincat Rated E - 8,154 words Is it another fake relationship fic? Yes. Is it my second favorite spideytorch fic? Also yes.

“A field trip?” Peter said. “Just a little family outing,” Sue said, passing him a knife. He took it and obediently started helping her cut the crusts off a small mountain of sandwiches. “We thought you might like to join us.” “I mean, it sounds great,” Peter said. “But work is a little swamped and somehow whenever I take off with you guys I always manage to go missing for two months. My landlady does not love it.” “We really could use the extra set of hands. Also,” Sue said, “someone needs to keep an eye on Johnny.” Peter groaned. -- Peter's spider-sense starts acting up on a Future Foundation field trip. He and Johnny, recently returned from the Negative Zone, have to pretend to be married. These two things are related.

Work Song by Traincat Rated E - 50,953 words I will never get tired of this one, I’ve read it so many times it’s one of my absolute favorites. Basically Peter is Johnny’s sugar daddy.

Peter Parker has his company, more money than he knows what to do with, and the echoes of a ghost in his head. Johnny Storm's lost his family, his home, and is clinging to the remnants of his old life. -- "I’m here with you. That’s not nothing, right?” “No,” Peter agreed. It definitely felt like something, all the way up here with Johnny so close they were almost touching. Peter looked at him, at the full lips set in a slight frown, the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell across his forehead. He fit all the dazzling lights around them, warm like sunshine even in the middle of the night. “Beautiful,” Peter said before he could stop himself.

River Eyes by perissologist Rated M - 22,749 words I love it because Noir is my shit, especially when it’s done this freaking well.

If Jonathan Storm was the movie star Betty said he was, he looked the part: Hair like spun gold in perfect curls atop slender features, with eyes bluer than the Hudson in midsummer. “Normally I’d ask what a dame like you is doing in a place like this, but”—Peter cast a glance up his guest—“you’re not exactly a dame, are you?” Storm flashed a weak smile. “I can be, if you want.” Peter raised an eyebrow. Storm turned beet-red. “I mean. I’m. I didn’t mean that.” Storm huffed and shoved out a hand. “Johnny Storm.” --- It's 1933, Peter Parker has just shut down a Nazi eugenist and lost one of his oldest friends, and life in the big city is as joyless and hardscrabble as ever. Then Johnny Storm, movie star with a soul made of sunshine, walks through Peter's door, asking for his help. The rest, as they say, is history.

Eight Arms to Hold You by metaphoracle Rated T - 15,071 words I love it because it has Namor the Sub Mariner and fake relationships and Atlantis, and a really lecherous octopus, and really what’s not to like?

When Spider-Man’s best friend Johnny Storm asks him for help in tactfully declining a marriage proposal from the King of Atlantis, Namor the Sub-Mariner, the only solution is for him to volunteer Daily Bugle photographer Peter Parker to pretend to be dating Johnny at the Engagement Banquet in Atlantis. Sure, it’s technically lying to his best friend about who Peter Parker is, but the important thing is that Johnny won’t have to marry Namor, and if Peter gets some photographs of Atlantis to sell, what’s the harm? Peter thought the most difficult thing about this scenario was going to be making sure Johnny didn’t figure out Peter is actually Spider-Man. Having to pretend he wasn’t actually falling in love with his best friend never crossed his mind. Featuring fake relationships, forced (almost) marriages, identity porn, traditional Atlantean clothing, and amorous cephalopods.

Keep Throwing Things and Slamming the Door by Traincat Rated T - 7,817 words I think I’ve read this one a half a dozen times already, it’s so good/funny. She-Hulk’s in it, and she is fabulous.

Waking up in a stranger's bed is not how superhero Johnny Storm planned on spending the morning after the night before. From now on… A) No more secret hookups with Peter Parker—he's the last man on earth Johnny'd want to share a room with, never mind a king-size bed. B) Maintain a professional persona at all times. After all, he's a photographer for New York's #1 Superhero Bashing Rag and Johnny's perfect tabloid fodder. C) Keep friends close but enemies closer. Easier said than done, with She-Hulk away on her honeymoon and Spider-Man avoiding him.

The Boy From New York City by Traincat Rated E - 84,499 words I really love this one. Of all the fics on this list I would say this is a spideytorch must read, a true classic.

Central City, California is beautiful, but it’s not where Johnny wants to be – and he’s not who he wants to be, either. Inspired by the recent return of Spider-Man, Johnny convinces the newly minted Fantastic Four to return to the Baxter Building, the site of the incident that gave them their powers. But not everything is what it seems, and worse yet, Spider-Man wants nothing to do with the Human Torch. In the wake of Gwen’s death, Peter has finally put the mask back on, but nothing’s the same as it once was, and the thrill has gone out of Spider-Man. The Fantastic Four’s arrival only makes everything worse. The Human Torch is good looking, he’ll give him that much, but Peter has no plans of making friends. A series of strange attacks and a fateful encounter on the docks may not leave him much choice.

‘cause I can’t compete with your boyfriend (he’s got 27 tattoos) by Traincat Rated T - 13,495 words Who doesn’t love a high school au? I know I do.

The thing was, Peter was stuck with Johnny forever, basically. The super glue of unintentional friendship. It was cosmic, fated, and incredibly annoying. Johnny Storm might have been a handbasket of bad decisions and personality defects wrapped up with an incredible smile, but he was Peter’s handbasket of bad decisions -- of which Daken was still the worst one Johnny had ever made, and Johnny had made some truly bad decisions. -- Johnny dates Daken, Peter has a crisis, and everything works out okay in the end.

All That We Were by paramountie Rated G - 10,298 words Here’s a super cute stuck in an alternate universe kid fic, if that’s your thing (It sure as hell is mine).

“What do you think the deal is anyway?” Peter asks. “My money’s on dreamscape.” “Twenty bucks says it’s an alternate universe.” “Nuh-uh, pal. It’s a dream for sure. Or a nightmare.”

The Spider Prince and the Morning Star by Traincat Rated M - 24,337 words Every ship needs a great fairytale fic, and this is a phenomenal fairytale fic. It’s sort of a Beauty and the Beast/Eros and Psyche tale and I loved it so much.

“Folks like to say there’s a monster that lives in the forest,” Old Swenson said the next day when Johnny told him his story. Johnny worked in his shop, when Swenson could afford to pay him. He fixed things, clocks and broken carriages. Johnny wasn’t good for much, but he had a hand for repairs. “And that it’ll grant you wishes, for a price. Folks will say anything, after a drink or five. Don’t listen to that kind of foolish talk, Johnny.” When Johnny makes a deal with the monster that lives in the woods – himself for his sister’s happiness – he doesn’t expect the giant spider to take him to a beautiful castle, or to reveal himself a cursed prince. There’s only one catch: he’s only a man in the darkest night, and Johnny can never see his face.

Better in Picture by weekend_conspiracy_theorist Rated T - 12,218 words I love this one, it’s freaking hilarious. It really uses Matt, Foggy, and Peter to their full comedic potential.

In which Peter Parker has no interest in sleeping with Matt Murdock, no matter what anyone seems to think.

you keep me hanging on by lamujerarana Rated E - 19,031 words Here’s a great friends with benefits to lovers fic, because there must always be at least one.

Johnny, reeling from his breakup with Medusa and the loss of his entire family, turns to Peter for comfort...that eventually involves casual sex that isn't so casual for Johnny, since he just so happens to be in love with Peter. Everything becomes incredibly complicated. This story takes place between the events of Inhumans vs X-Men #6 and Uncanny Avengers v3 #20.

Always Glad You Came by aloneintherain Rated T - 13,290 words Mistaken Identity or boys being dumb, take your pick.

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve. “I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.” “His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

When Peter Met Johnny by Measured Rated T - 14,437 words A paparazzi fic!

Peter takes up additional paparazzi work to pay the bills, which inevitably leads to an angry flaming man, a broken camera, an accidental friendship and a whole lot more than he bargained for.

Tied to the Wait and Sees by Mizzy Rated T - 14,283 words This is hilarious, poor Johnny’s trying his best.

Johnny Storm's in love. With Spider-man. Except no one seems to even believe Johnny when he tells them. Everyone thinks he's totally joking. What a buzzkill. Even his bff doesn't react supportively, which is rude, disrespectful, and completely awkward when Johnny walks into a time anomaly and wakes up in the future married not to his beloved Spider-man, but to Peter Parker. Huh, no wonder Parker reacted so badly to the news.

Say You Will, Say You Won’t by Traincat Rated T - 15,563 words Peter in this one is hilarious, it’s perfect characterization.

Johnny Storm found him on a Friday afternoon, wearing the kind of beseeching look that filled Peter with dread. “I need to ask you a favor,” he said. “No,” Peter said, swinging away. -- Peter and Johnny get married, really-not-really.

Tales From The Black Pages by Traincat Rated T - 19,019 words A soulmate words fic, because, again, there must always be at least one. And it’s a really great one, too.

Peter Parker was born with his words. Johnny Storm's been sure his will be said sarcastically since he was a child. Everything else more or less happens according to plan. A first words soulmate AU.

Weaving Spiders Come Not Here by Mizzy Rated T - 13,809 words Mistaken identity or boys being dumb, I think I can guess which one it is.

People are treating Peter oddly. Really oddly. It turns out they're being nice to him because they think his boyfriend cheated on him. …with Spider-Man. It's honestly quite tiring pretending to be jealous of yourself.

Peter Parker’s Guide to Secret Identities by coocoocachu Rated T - 93,789 words Johnny is a teen heartthrob, enough said.

“Oh wow, it’s the Human Torch, Johnny Storm.” MJ whispered to Peter. Peter just hummed back. Maybe it was a little childish to be upset but he totally had that thing with the weird mutant moth under control last night. Peter leaned against the wall while MJ milled around talking to people trying to figure out what the big scoop was here. ‘There always has to be a reason for an exclusive, Peter!’ she had said. Yeah, Peter thought, and the reason is Johnny Storm loves the attention. Peter fiddled with his camera. Action shots were more his thing, particularly somehow managing to take action selfies of himself as Spider-Man or a few of his supercharged enemies. Pictures of egotistical superhero’s shirtless? Not really his area.

stranger danger by I_mNotYourEnemy Rated T - 10,600 words Mistaken identity or boys being dumb 3: Grindr Identity

pete is this a bad time to ask who this is?? Hothead Is this not Grindr Peter? pete nope Hothead Ahhh fuck Sorry for the unsolicited dick pic pete that’s alright, ive seen worse -- In which Johnny gets a username wrong, Peter gets a dick pic, and MJ gets a headache just thinking about the situation.

Turn Me On, Turn Me Off by blue_jack Rated E - 5,158 words Honestly the summary speaks for itself here.

“I have. A vibrator. Stuck. In my ass,” Johnny said, enunciating clearly and concisely while staring him straight in the eyes, and Peter didn’t know who was blushing harder, but he was sure they were in a race to see who could match the color of his mask first.

Flip a Coin - Choose Both Sides by the_overlord Rated T - 10,993 words Johnny is president of the Spider-Man fanclub. Just- that’s it.

Wherein Johnny Storm gets given a wrong number and ends up the President of Spiderman's fanclub. Things get a little more complicated from there.

Tanglewood Tree by amaronith Rated E - 6,901 words Another fuckbuddies to lovers au.

but love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie, and a half whispered prayer Or: what happens when Johnny becomes fuck buddies with the guy he's been in love with for years.

let the choir bell sing by gottalovev Rated E - 16,457 words Another fake relationship, this one set abroad in Venice.

Johnny and Spider-Man are on assignment at the Carnival of Venice, and asked to be present at an influential politician's costumed party. When he becomes worried that said politician wants to match him up with his daughter, Johnny announces he's secretly married to Spider-Man. They can totally fake being secret husbands for a few days! Not a problem, not even when they have to share a bed. After all, they are good buddies; it's not as if Johnny would have to sleep with someone he has a crush on, like Peter Parker.

Stay With Me - by oneshinyapple Rated E - 2 works - 29,958 words total This is a great verse which is also part of the Like Gravity verse, which I haven’t read all the installments of.

Movie nights, fighting alien dinosaurs, and falling in love with your best friend — one of these may be a worse idea than the others.

A Melody That’s Calling Your Name by gleesquid Rated T - 32,731 words Another great high school au.

When a boy gets trapped in the Baxter Building fire, Peter must make a quick choice: let the boy die terrified in the flames or gain his trust by showing him what's underneath his mask. In the end, it's no choice at all. But when that same boy shows up on the first day of senior year, Peter finds himself caught in a spiraling lie. The next thing he knows, he's got a boyfriend, he's starring in a musical, he's going to rich kids' costume parties, and he's realizing that maybe there are worse things than having someone know your biggest secret. You'd think high school couldn't get any weirder than a radioactive spider bite, but that's just the Parker Luck.

hang a shining star upon the highest bough by lamujerarana Rated E - 15,386 words A lovely little Christmas fic for that time of year

The first time Johnny and Peter meet up at the Statue of Liberty on Christmas morning, Johnny's kind, thoughtful, and supportive to Peter at a time when Peter, still mourning the loss of Gwen Stacy, really needs it. Peter doesn't know how he'll ever pay him back for that, but he's sure going to try. Or, Peter tries his best, throughout various Christmases, to be there for Johnny when he needs it.

take my medicine, treat you like adrenaline by gleesquid Rated E - 2,763 words The one and only Spiderverse fic on this list, for when you’re in that Peter B. Parker mood.

“Every time I even think about dating again, it’s like, ‘oh, there’s MJ’s nose,’ or ‘hey, she has MJ’s eyes.’ I don’t know how to not see her in everyone. I don’t know if I want to.” “You ever figured you’re maybe barking up the wrong tree?” Peter furrowed his brow. “Explain.” “Well, ya know.” Harry sipped his martini. “There’s a larger dating pool out there than you’d think. With people who will not remind you of MJ.” Or: After the divorce, Peter tries for a rebound.

Save a Horse-Adjacent Alien by Traincat Rated E - 3,915 words Poor Johnny made a terrible actor.

He was minding his own business, sitting in a movie theater in Queens, snacking on popcorn and wondering how many times he could make fun of Johnny Storm’s hair before Aunt May asked why he was so fixated, when the trailers ended, the lights went out, and Johnny appeared on the screen. Peter’s mouth went dry, and it wasn't because of the popcorn. Maybe it was the distance the movie gave him, Johnny up on a screen instead of right in front of him, warm and bright and frighteningly human. Maybe it was how endearingly terrible of an actor he was. Maybe it was the lighting. It was, Peter thought, probably the cowboy boots.

Bring That Summer by pommenade Rated T - 15,070 words Ahh social media, get’s you every time.

Juggling the duties of Spider-Man as well as his life as CEO of Parker Industries was easy. Peter Parker had years of practice. Add in a clandestine relationship with Johnny Storm and things got a bit more complicated. Add in Johnny's Instagram account, and suddenly Peter's life is impossible.

Educational Purposes by Traincat Rated E - 5,510 words A sexy little married fic

“I just,” Johnny said, flicking his gaze up at Peter through his eyelashes. He pressed the pen to his bottom lip and lowered his voice, pornographic. “I really need to pass your class, Professor Parker.” Peter snorted. “Cute, Johnny.” “Please, Professor Parker?” Johnny continued, and suddenly Peter realized that he wasn’t just joking around. “Isn’t there anything I could do to improve my grade? Anything at all?”

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daredevilexchange · 4 years ago

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What’s your fannish ID? @coolthingtragedy is a name I use since I started working with illustration and children's art. There is nothing special or representative about it. It's just a name that says a lot about my art. I tried to change it to something more serious, though. But as time went on I ended up liking how that childish name sounded.

What types of fanworks do you create? I draw. Especially, I love making drawings based on fics. I would like to write a fic one day, but I have no talent for creating stories.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you're not creating? I love reading fics! There are so many fantastic writers out there with such good ideas! I currently have about 700 fics on my cell phone favorites! I don't know if I have enough life to read them all.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? I love how the passion for these characters makes people show their most creative sides, from writing to drawing and so on. And I love DD so much even before the show happened, but when it happened I got so excited! It was then that I came across an absurd amount of excellent Daredevil fanart and thought: Well ... I would like to do something like that too. But I was very rusty and insecure, having spent years working behind the scenes, so I almost never shared my drawings. When the show was canceled I felt like a little bit of me was dying. So I saw on Instagram about the Save Daredevil campaign and I wanted to do something, but once again the insecurity brought me down. And there are so many talented people in all fields of art in this Fandom that I wonder if I really make any difference. So, I timidly infiltrate in their posts and events, but I rarely really show up. And yes. I am one of the (many) people out there who are Matt / Foggy team. (I shrugged.)

Do you like participating in fan events? Yes I love it! I think the events are a great opportunity for artists to get to know each other. I recently participated in the gifts exchange and it was something really fun and quite different from what I'm used to. I hope to participate in more events in the future.

What about your creating process? Usually, as soon as I have an idea, I make a simple sketch on any sheet I find in my house. Sometimes the drawing, once finished, has four or five different sketches!! Still, I think, "Yeah, this could be better." I love @iraya style! [DDE: art tag, mattfoggy tag, DD tag], It's one of my favorites and my first influence as an illustrator of this fandom. But there are so many other illustrators that I admire, that I could spend hours just talking about them. I have a job, I'm married and I have a hyperactive dog, so my time to draw is very short. So, from time to time, you will find me drawing in the middle of the night, when insomnia arises.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? Actually, not much, sorry about that. I would like to be less of a caveman about it, but I am shy as fuck and tend to be misinterpreted most of the time. But I'm always around.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? My first gift exchange! (https://coolthingtragedy.tumblr.com/post/639098328224792576/this-is-my-daredevilexchange-for-kowaiyoukai-i) I really enjoyed making it. In which I used a few different styles on each panel. And I loved doing that. I love how people see Matt and Foggy as a couple. And also this one (https://coolthingtragedy.tumblr.com/post/641688337973919744/absolutely-delighted-with-this-matt-and-foggy-fic) I made for @pomegranate-belle. I like cute things, as you can see.

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? Actually not. DD occupies a very large space in my heart, there is no other fandom in it.

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? I'm the kind of illustrator who can't look at his own art for a long time because I may end up regretting having posted. I will always end up considering it insufficient, defective or inappropriate for this fandom. So, most of the time, I don't use the # that most people do. I don't know if that will ever change someday.

Where can your fanworks be found? You can find me on tumblr, @coolthingtragedy [DD art tag], where you'll find a link to my instagram and Kofi if it's in your heart to give me some support. And my twitter, @limendonzza where I'm trying to do something for the Save Daredevil campaign.

Thank you, @coolthingtragedy !

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sylvies-chen · 4 years ago

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“I found a thrill, To press my cheek to, A thrill that I've never known” At last - Etta James

For Sylvie and Matt please!

“You’ve never punched someone before?”

The tone of Foster’s voice is indignant as they walk into the firehouse from the apron. The call they had just come back from was supposed to be simple and stress-free but had ended up irking Sylvie and grossing her out. She had been getting the stretcher for the poor old woman who had busted her hip when some drunken idiot came up to her on the street and flashed her. Sylvie makes a sour face just thinking about it.

Sometimes, men can be pigs.

That’s how the whole conversation of punching is brought up. Foster, who wasn’t present when the guy had flashed Sylvie which made her feel guilty, Sylvie guesses, because Foster had berated her with questions as they drove back to the firehouse, asking if she was okay and if she needed anything. Foster had then brought up taking self-defense classes as they had been parking the ambo, which eventually led to a conversation about punching people in the face.

“No, of course not!” Sylvie shrugs absentmindedly as they make their way to the bunk room. Because it’s true. She hasn’t punched anyone, she hasn’t taken any self-defense classes, she hasn’t done any of it. She understands where Foster’s coming from, but Sylvie’s always been more in the “lover, not a fighter” category. “Why would I?”

Foster laughs and her attention is drawn to Casey as he walks by. Because of course she does. Because it’s Matt, and Foster knows he’s Sylvie’s blind spot for some reason. “Casey!” She pulls him by the arm and drags him into the conversation. “Brett, here, doesn’t know how to punch. Isn’t that just the most tragic thing you’ve ever heard?”

“Hey, leave me out of this,” he warns. Sylvie smiles and feels her cheeks heat up, appreciating his comment.

“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to punch people before,” she explains, “I just don’t see how violence is the answer to anything.”

“I get that, but not even a self-defense class?” Emily counters. “What about the creeps you mentioned that were hanging out outside your building the other day? Wouldn’t it be useful to know how to throw a punch if they came at you?”

“Ok fair point,” she admits reluctantly. “But it’s not like I can afford to pay for fancy instructors right now. I already have my membership with Olivia’s spin class. Hey, do you know if she’s mentioned anything about offering self-defense classes? Karate? Boxing?”

Foster shakes her head. “Nope, she’s renting out her other room to a yoga instructor for a month but that’s it.”

Matt, still standing in on their conversation, looks at Sylvie hesitantly. “I could teach you.”

Sylvie knows what Foster’s thinking as she raises a suggestive eyebrow at Matt’s idea. “Oh, could you now?”

Matt glances at Foster for a moment, slightly confused, before turning back to Sylvie. “Severide goes to a boxing gym once a week, lets me tag along sometimes. I’m not a boxer or anything but I could show you a few tricks if you want.”

Sylvie considers it for a moment. Normally, she would have a lot of objections to this, like the implications that could follow it, the teasing she’ll get from Foster. But she thinks about it, figures she should probably learn some sort of self-defense at some point, and agrees to it despite her concerns. “Sure, yeah, I can do that.”

The overhead speakers start blaring for another call, and it’s all hands on deck as the three of them start heading towards the apron again. “I’ll text you the address,” he shouts out to her as he walks to his end of the garage, jumping into his gear and getting in the truck.

As promised, he sends her the address and she puts their-- well, whatever this is that they’re doing-- onto her calendar for the following week. The days go by fast, and she feels herself counting them down eagerly. It’s almost stupid the number of times Foster brings it up to tease her. Sylvie doesn’t know why she’s so eager to see him outside of work, really. It’s just a boxing class, right?

The day finally comes. She drives around trying to find the place for so long that she ends up being a few minutes late, and when she gets there she’s just. Wow. The place is so old-fashioned, she feels like she’s in the lair of a Batman movie. There are sturdy wooden pillars inside the place, scattered out and surrounded by walls of exposed brick. The light streams in through the windows in soft stripes, accounting for the majority of the light in the place. There are punching bags hanging from wooden beams, workout machines and weight spread out across the room, gloves, and other equipment in bags on the side. She spots Matt from across the room, waving at him shyly. He’s hard to miss, considering that he’s one of the ten people in the gym. Not to mention the best-looking, his gym shirt tight and accenting his muscles in all the right places.

“Hey,” she smiles at him, watching as he smiles back, his face beaming. He gets a wild look in his eyes, that excited, exhilarating look, and just. Ok yeah. Sylvie’s not normally showing this much skin around him. But it’s her workout clothes, so they’re tighter, and he’s looking at her and she never wants it to stop.

It does though, and Matt clears his throat as he points to the punching bag next to them. Sylvie sits on the bench on the side of the wall and looks for punching gloves. “People are staring,” she whispers as he sits next to her, his knee brushing against hers.

“Well, I don’t think they get a lot of women in here,” he explains, his face wincing a little. “Especially not ones like you.”

“Like me?” Her heart races as she raises an eyebrow, inquiring into his comment.

She can’t tell if she’s imagining his cheeks turning pink as he starts backtracking. “I just- I mean women who look like you. You’re very… well-structured, is all I’m saying.”

“Thanks, I think,” she teases playfully. She’s ready now and is kind of amped up about the whole idea of punching something. Her heart is beating so loud that she can hear it in her head. She blames it on the boxing instead of the ridiculously handsome firefighter standing next to her. “So where do we start?” She whacks the bag with her fist weakly.

He laughs watching her put her jokingly spar with the bag. “Your fist has to be balled, first of all.”

“Right, right,” she nods, watching him laugh even harder as she curls her hands into a fist and makes a menacing face that turns out more pouty and cute than intimidating.

“So why did Foster want you to learn how to punch anyway?” He says as he ties his shoelace, getting ready to teach her.

“Oh, some drunk idiot flashed me last week on a call. It was really gross. Anyway, I was talking with her and she wanted me to take jujitsu or something but I told her I hadn’t punched anyone before and--”

“Someone flashed you?!” His eyes go wide with worry and indignation and god. He’s just so damn gallant.

“Yeah. I’m fine, really, just grossed out by the whole situation. But that’s why she suggested I learn self-defense.”

He looks hesitant, nervous to touch on the subject, but she looks at him expectantly and gestures for him to come over with her head. “You coming or what?”

His worry turns into a smile again, and he walks over to her to start their lesson. “Ok, so… here,” he starts as he moves behind her, wrapping his arm around her side and putting his hand on hers. “You want to keep your elbows in, and let your fist move out in a straight line.” Her elbows tuck in as his hands guide her fist from behind into a straight line. It’s intense and even though they’ve only just started, Sylvie’s skin feels hot to Matt’s touch. She moves her fist outwards into a line, taps the punching bag only lightly as she’s more focused on getting the motions down first before adding power to it. “Like that?”

“Y-yeah, like that.” She hears him swallow hard as he speaks it softly into her ear, still behind her. Sylvie leans back into him just a little bit, lets herself feel the rush of adrenaline that she gets from being pressed up against him and feeling his breath on her neck. “That’s just a regular jab. Then, you can use your other arm, and if you go from the side,” he keeps explaining, moving his head to her other side and placing his hand on her left arm this time as he guides her arm to swing sideways, “then you have your left hook.”

“Oh.” The word comes out almost like a breath, her mind foggy and her heart palpitating. The punching tips are helpful even if she thinks she’ll never use them, but his presence, the way he’s there with her, and his arms are wrapped around hers, that’s the real thrill. The thrill that she never wants to let go of.

They keep doing the same motions for what feels like forever. He shows her jabs, right hooks, left hooks, crosses, the works. Eventually, she gets the hang of it, her arms getting used to the feeling.

“Not that I’m complaining, but when are you going to let go and let me really punch the bag?” She teases.

“Well seeing as how I stopped guiding your arms ten minutes ago, I’d say you’re ready.” He’s smiling cheekily at her, his expression proud.

“What?” She looks down at her arms and notices that his arms aren’t there anymore, her arms doing the movements out of pure instinct. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whacks him on the arm playfully, breaking her stance.

“I thought you knew,” he laughs. “Here, let’s get you actually punching.” He steps away from her, her back suddenly feeling cold, and secures the punching bag in a tight grip. “You ready?”

“Oh god, ok.” She spreads her feet out slightly and bends her knees a tiny bit, breathing in and out.

“You got this,” he nods confidently. “Just punch. Jab in a straight line, hit it hard.”

She readies herself, winces a little before punching the bag, not even paying attention to see if she actually does it right. She hears a small thud, realizes that she’s hit the bag successfully, looks at Matt with a stunned look on her face.

“Did I just…?”

“Yeah, you did. And it was a solid punch too,” he smiles proudly.

“I can’t believe it. That was amazing,” she exhales, shocked and high on adrenaline. The excitement is rushing through her and the thrill of throwing a real, strong punch makes her so overjoyed that before she even realizes what she’s doing, she squeals and jumps into Matt’s arms, her feet lifting off the ground momentarily. They’re both laughing as he puts her down and she uses his arms to stabilize herself.

Then, all the messy complications with what she’s done set in and she feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Sorry. I got really excited there,” she backtracks as she starts to step away from him, still slightly winded, “It’s just, uh, all the adrenaline. And I really wanted to do that. And Foster says that I… well- you and I- that this boxing thing… I don’t kno--”

She doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore. Her rambling isn’t even ruled by her own head anymore, just pours out of her randomly. But, before she can ramble any longer, he yanks her in close to him by her arm, and that exciting thrill comes back as their skin touches, hot and sweaty, flush against each other. His hand still has a loose grip on her arm as he leans in and puts his forehead against hers, their cheeks red. “Can I, uh- can I…” his face is inches away from hers, his breathing heavy. She realizes that he’s asking for permission to kiss her, especially after the story about the idiot flashing her, and just. Matt Casey never fails to make her heart explode. He really is just… the perfect guy.

Her doubts and worries, her fears about complications, even everyone in the gym, they all melt away. For a split second, they’re the only two people in the world as she leans in and fills the space, pressing her lips against his firmly. He inhales sharply, surprised at her initiative, but reacts almost instantly. His lips push back and soon her mouth opens for his, letting his tongue sway in and out of her mouth.

“I have wanted to do that for so long” he exhales, dumbstruck as they finally pull away.

“Me too.” She can tell that she’s smiling like an idiot, and feels her face muscles hurt from it. She leans back in, kissing him again as his hands move up through her messy hair.

Apparently, there’s a “no PDA” policy at the gym, and they end up getting kicked out ten minutes later. Sylvie feels a little guilty for getting him kicked out of his gym, but he shrugs it off and claims it’s fine. “It was worth it,” he smirks. Her guilt melts away after that, because it’s true.

It was totally worth it.

#chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #song lyric requests #i was feeling a little steamy today ahahaha #we love a consenting king though #this may or may not be based on a real life event i-

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 5 years ago

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For the crackships thing: Klaus Hargreeves/Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson. Alternatively: Ben Hargreeves/Kate Bishop.

i just gotta say....Klaus/Foggy/Matt is the FUNNIEST thing????

Klaus gets arrested for GOD knows what and Foggy and Matt are just *sigh* and go down to the station to bail him out/protest the charges. “I want to call my boyfriends :(” klaus tells his arresting officer. “This isn’t a matchmaking service!!! fuck off!!” the officer says

Foggy is NOT amused when they finally make it to the precinct

anyway on to the list!

Klaus is self-destructive like Matt is but he also isn’t into the whole Catholic self-flagellation thing which is good for Matt

Foggy winds up being like...uber caregiver

but Klaus and his weird ideas and absolute not giving a shit rubs off on foggy so he cuts loose more

Klaus rarely steals clothes from Matt and Foggy (SUCH boring clothes, except for Matt’s daredevil outfit. It’s too big on Klaus but that doesn’t stop him from doing a fashion show of it)

Matt would absolutely be able to help Klaus when the dead talking to him gets to be too much. and he’s SO gentle. together Matt and Klaus manage to explain what it’s like to Foggy

Foggy would drive Klaus to AA or NarcAnon meetings. He and Matt would be super supportive

Klaus and Karen are besties and they all have a little celebration when Klaus gets his one year chip

Matt and Foggy become the legal representation for all of the Hargreeves kids and basically Klaus makes it so they never have to worry about money again booo yahhh

Klaus does NOT fight crime any more thank you VERY much Matthew. So he and Foggy both make sure Matt is taken care of. Matt gets beaten up and Klaus takes him to Grace to fix up

“Wait,” Foggy says. “This is your MOM???”

Matt teaches Foggy and Klaus some self defense. They are both TERRIBLE at it.

Klaus becomes friends with Frank Castle (they bond over being veterans) and convinces him to stop beating the shit out of Matt

Klaus is finally with someone who is ALSO a mess and he’s a really good caregiver and having something to do keeps him out of trouble

basically they are all trash together but their protective instincts basically override their self destructive tendencies because they all see each other as being MORE of a mess than they are and thus in need of care

idk if that makes sense but i love this so thank you

ALSOOOOO Ben and Kate!!!

is this ghost ben? a magically alive ben?? kinda want it to be ghost ben?? but magically resurrected ben is probably easier

ben actually has superpowers so he can protect kate which. like. she NEEDS.

kate: *leaps off roof*

ben: SERIOUSLY BABE??? *summons tentacles to catch her*

also ben is cute?? kate is cute??? coincidence?? I THINK NOT

they bond over their shitty dads

and also their youths spent fighting crime

they have a lot in common actually

ben is a sof boi and is always down for cuddles and kate needs someone who looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. she always goes for the ~bad boy~ types and ben. even though he wears a leather jacket. is NOT.

he and lucky are besties which obviously makes kate like him more

kate: i dated a bug boy once so the tentacles are fine

ben: wait sorry what

ben hung out with nobody but klaus for YEARS which means ben is like... are you okay with the tentacles or do you like them

klaus is living his BEST LIFE!!! ben you found a kinky one i’m so proud of you

but all this made ben really really hard to weird out. so all of the weird shit kate gets pulled into is like nothing to ben. your archnemesis is a robot? that sucks babe u want some coffee? you and america fought land sharks? sounds cool we should have america and vanya over for dinner sometime.

obviously this works in reverse. ben comes home drenched in blood and super shaken and kate’s on the phone with wade about the best way to go about getting blood out of clothes and ordering curry from their favorite place

kate also has experience with people being dead and then not dead so she knows that it’s probably traumatic for ben but she’s also not too bothered by it, herself

i can’t get over how cute they are together. they’re adorable.

and Ben and Kate are both kind of famous so the tabloids and celeb mags LOVE them

they’re so disgustingly cute on instagram

also they’re both disaster bisexuals so big mlm/wlw solidarity

give me some crackships and i’ll tell you why you should legit ship them

#matt murdock #foggy nelson #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #kate bishop #my stuff ask meme answers #thank you for this!!#iamaboojum

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returnsandreturns · 5 years ago

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@scumrunner asked for matt/foggy mutual pining and it ended up being law librarian!foggy AU which i hope is cool? it lives in my head and i jumped on the chance to enact it.

"You need to sleep," Foggy says.

Matt would be annoyed because--yeah, he's aware, he must look like he's about to lose it at any second--but he likes that Foggy cares enough to say it.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," he says, muffled with a pencil between his teeth and an armful of books that he drops unceremoniously onto the counter.

"I'd miss you too much if you died," Foggy says, reaching up to pluck the pencil out of his mouth and drop it next to the books.. Matt feels a little startled, face getting hot. It feels weirdly significant that Foggy definitely just touched some of his saliva. Also, gross. But significant. "How many exams do you have left?"

"All of them," Matt says, gravely.

"Will you make a deal with me?" Foggy asks, after a second.

". . .maybe," Matt says.

"Good future lawyer instincts," Foggy says, laughing. "If you let me show you the best place to nap in this library, I'll give you these books."

"I'm pretty sure you're legally obligated to give me these books no matter what," Matt says, but he's smiling despite himself. He really likes Foggy. He'd probably try to figure out a way to be actual friends with him if he wasn't drowning in his course-load and way too busy to interact with humans that can't directly benefit him academically.

Jesus Christ, he might be turning into a robot.

"Sometimes the laws are wrong, Murdock, and you have to break them to do what's right," Foggy says, serenely, sweeping the books into a pile before rounding the desk and resting a warm hand on his shoulder. "Want to take my arm?"

Sometimes, Foggy will help him along when they're searching for something in the labyrinth of materials in the archives downstairs. He swears that it's haunted and that's the reason books end up scattered around the floor; Matt very purposefully does not tell him that he can hear people having sex down there more often than not.

Matt's expecting Foggy to take him to a quiet corner or something but he just leads Matt behind the desk and into the office.

"We're so understaffed that I'm basically the only one here at night," Foggy says. "If you need to crash for a minute, our crazy comfortable couch is all yours."

". . .really?" Matt asks, softly. He reaches down to touch old, cracked leather, fingers running over a soft woven blanket.

"I meant it when I said I'd miss you if you die," Foggy says, almost equally as soft.

If Matt was being honest with himself, he wouldn't be trying to ignore the fact that the way he feels with Foggy being so nice to him, standing so close to him, is more than just wanting to be friends or thinking he's cool. He--he thinks Foggy is really cool. He's just not sure he has time to handle whatever crisis he could be having at any moment, that he's maybe been putting off since some scattered incidents in undergrad that made him question his perhaps overly optimistic heterosexuality.

". . .I really could use a nap," he admits, smiling helplessly at the sound of Foggy's heart.

"Great," Foggy breathes, then, a little more measured, "That's--that's great. I'll leave you to it."

Matt wonders if they can both fit on the couch.

If he's being honest with himself, it sounds pretty nice.

Foggy offers to wake him up and does so by shaking his arm gently and saying his name in this voice that's--tender is the only word that Matt can use to describe it but it's really been awhile since anybody's treated him tenderly.

"Hey," he murmurs, smiling sleepily up at him.

"Good sleep?" Foggy asks.

It's the best Matt's had in months.

"Can I take this couch home?" Matt asks.

"No," Foggy says, laughing. "I need a good reason to lure you back here."

Matt wants to tell him that it wouldn't take much to lure him, not if Foggy's the one doing it, but that would make things weird. Even if Foggy's not just being funny, he's probably not allowed to help library patrons explore their repressed urges. He doesn't really know what you learn in library school but there's probably some sort of code of ethics involved.

"Alright," Matt says, sighing and sitting up so the blanket falls off of him. "Can I have my books now?"

"They're on the table next to you," Foggy says. "I'm a man of my word."

"I respect that," Matt says, finding his backpack and shoving as many books as he can inside of it before slinging it over a shoulder, tucking the remainder under his arm. "See you next time?"

"Yeah," Foggy says, sounding like he's smiling. "See you, Matt."

* Matt takes more naps in the next few months than he's ever taken in his entire life.

He also starts to imagine, when he can hear people getting off in the archives downstairs, that someday he might go down there with Foggy and push him up against a bookshelf and--do something to him. Definitely kiss him. Probably other things. His brain hasn't worked it out yet.

Then, one day, when Foggy thinks Matt's asleep, he says under his breath, "Jesus, you're unfairly cute like that," in that same tender voice before he wakes Matt up.

It's undeniable evidence that Foggy isn't just being nice. But--Foggy's so honest and open and warm and attractive and--oh, fuck..

Matt might be in love a little. If he's being honest with himself.

But if Foggy wanted Matt to know how he felt, surely he'd tell him. * It's the last day of the semester, after finals and everything, when Foggy says something flirty and Matt, with the lunacy of someone who has slept almost exclusively in nap-form for weeks, says, "Do you have some kind of librarian rule where you can't sleep with your patrons?"

". . .what?" Foggy asks.

Admittedly, Matt just interrupted Foggy in the middle of a story that had nothing to do with them sleeping together. But they're here now.

"Are you allowed to sleep with--I mean, date your patrons?" Matt asks. He's pretty sure he sounds pretty demanding but it's hard to stop. "Not sleep with. Or--yes, sleep with, if you're into that, but--"

"Matt, there are no laws against me dating you," Foggy says, heart pounding in a really distracting way, sounding--amused or amazed or somewhere between those, "or sleeping with you. If you're into that."

"Why have you not said anything, then?" Matt asks.

"Why haven't you?" Foggy asks, laughing. "You're inscrutable, Murdock. I didn't want to freak you out if you were just so comfortable in your heterosexuality that you didn't realize you were making me fall for you."

Matt doesn't know how to articulate the fact that he's useless with emotions and also maybe an actual idiot about everything other than school so he reaches up to find Foggy's face with his hands and push up on his toes to kiss him over the desk. Foggy kisses back immediately, making a low sound that makes Matt want to drag him downstairs and blow him.

At some point, his fantasy settled on blowing him and he plans to enact it with a single-minded determinedness.

"It probably--it probably is unethical to do this while I'm on the clock," Foggy says, panting out a laugh when they part, stroking Matt's hair before dropping his hand.

Matt kisses him one more time.

"I can wait," he promises.

#mattfoggy #my fic #daredevil #librarian foggy is my everything

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deniigi · 5 years ago

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I had a really bad day (I wont say why because I wouldnt want you to feel like I'm guilting you into anything) and I was wondering if maybe you had a dfv/lfv or inimitable verse drabble you havent put up or one on here you really like you could point me to (navigation is hard on mobile) or even just some like hcs. If not its totally ok! You dont owe me anything. But I thought I'd ask and see if that's ok.

Oh no!

Sorry that you had a rough day my dear. I don’t have much in the works for those verses right now (I’ve been hammering my head against a wall, trying to write out a piece exploring Gwen and Murderdock’s relationship–it’s not working tho, so I’m stopping). Of course any of the Clint-based pieces are fun in those verses if you need a pick me up, but I am equally fond of Chapter 13 of Sidebars.

But! If you don’t mind a little piece from Lying by Omission/The Sprawl I’ve got cute little bit of Jack and Ben going out to dinner with Matt and Peter?

I’ll put it under the cut if you’re down

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“Dad, let’s go out to eat.”

Jack didn’t trust that. Jack had been scarred by the durian. Permanently scarred. He was never coming back from the durian. He was etching a durian with a big ‘X’ through it into the top of his next coffin for future archaeologists to find and have absolutely no questions about.

Matt, sensing that he was presently not receiving the amount of attention that he could be receiving, oozed out of the kitchen and draped himself over the back of the couch, right behind Jack’s shoulders. Jack glanced to the side and noted that he was wearing shoes.

He wasn’t chancing it.

“No shoes on the couch,” he said.

“It’s my couch,” Matt hummed, already migrating over to the couch’s arm, no doubt to burrow his way under Jack’s own arm.

“It’s a couch.”

“My couch,” Matt hummed, plucking Jack’s phone out of his hand and tossing it callously to the other side of said couch. He then executed the burrow and wriggled himself over so that he was the sole occupant of Jack’s lap. He waited, as sweet as could be, until he had Jack’s more or less undivided attention.

The kid was heavy. Jack couldn’t tell if he knew just how heavy he was.

He suspected that he was more than aware of it.

Matt beamed at him. He did not pull his shoed feet over the couch’s arm.

A sign of obedience. Or perhaps a buttering-up technique.

Tricky, tricky.

“Why do we need to go out to eat? What’s wrong with what’s in the fridge?” Jack asked Matt’s untrustworthy grin.

It faded a little because there was a pout which needed doing.

“I’m tired of eating potatoes,” Matt huffed.

“Take it back,” Jack scolded him. “I won’t hear any raggin’ on tatties in this household.”

“I want rice.”

“I’ll make you rice, Matty.”

“I don’t want your rice.”

Picky little shit. Just like his mother. She’d been the type to refuse a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if the slop wasn’t equally distributed.

Jack’s rice was perfectly fine. It even had bits of onion in it. If he was feeling real fancy, he might even cook it in broth or something.

“Fine, so make rice yourself,” he said. Matt squirmed up and wrapped arms around Jack’s neck. He put his cheek against it and immediately made the skin there it itch.

“You need a shave,” Jack huffed, reaching back for his phone. Vanessa was doing battle with her replacement: Bella the cat. She was giving their zombie group the play by play of the her and the cat’s opposing campaigns to win Wade’s favor. Thus far, Bella had broken a plate and gotten scratchies and kisses for it. Vanessa was outraged.

It was an outrage to behold.

“Daddy.”

Not this again. This was no reason to bring out the big guns.

“Get your shoes,” Matt whined.

“Baby, you can go out. I’m not stopping you from going out. No one is stopping you from going out, god help us,” Jack told him.

Matt abandoned his neck, stretched out, quick as a whip, and snatched the phone on the other cushion. He crammed it into his shirt and then replaced himself and his face-broom against Jack’s pulse point.

Yeah.

Yeah, Jack didn’t know what he’d expected to happen here.

“Matt,” he warned.

“Dinner.”

“The last time we went to dinner, you broke my heart, soul, and trust.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. ”

“I won’t,” Matt promised, pulling back to add puppy eyes to the mix.

That was unfair. Uncalled for. Totally underhanded.

“Why don’t you go out with Foggy?” Jack tried as a last-ditch effort.

“Because I want to go out with you,” Matt emphasized. “My pops. My old man. We gotta bond. It’ll make me more well-adjusted. The internet says so.”

Jack was confiscating the internet. The internet was a know-it-all snitch.

“DAD.”

“Fine, for fuck’s sake, boy. Get off, you’re drowning me here.”

Jack would go out to dinner on one condition.

Two conditions actually.

1) There was to be no durian. Anywhere. At all.

2) He got to bring moral support.

Matt was more than cool with that because it meant that he could replace the durian with another creative element which would equally torture Jack.

So Jack asked Ben Parker to come along. Parker was sharp as a tack. Compared to Jack, he was a man of the world. A reasonable and sensitive body with respect for his fellow humans. He promised to help Jack identify potential threats to his person flung his way by his uncaring and mischievous son.

Unfortunately, to that end, Matt insisted that they take Ben’s nephew, Peter, out with them too.

Jack knew from the start that this was Matt inserting his chaos element into what might otherwise be a perfectly tolerable and uneventful night out. But he also held out hope that Peter would be the sweet, kind-hearted boy he appeared to be.

It really was too much to ask for.

Peter latched his whole body onto Matt within seconds of their two parties meeting up and the two of them immediately set to whispering which bode poorly for everyone else involved.

“I believe we may have made a mistake,” Ben observed, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.

Matt wanted rice and Peter wanted something sour enough to leave ulcers in his mouth, so the two of them decided that Thai food would achieve both of these effects. Jack was suspicious. Ben told him that Thai food was very tasty and he had little reason to fear, except.

Except.

“Peter hates durian, it’s fine, he won’t be setting up any conspiracies around it,” Ben promised him.

Mm.

They’d see about that.

Foggy had said something similar when he and Matt had dragged Jack out for Filipino food.

Jack was pretty sure that Peter just wanted a lime. He was 90% sure that all Peter’s cravings could be satisfied with a lime right now.

Matt, however, in an unlikely turn of events, convinced him that he should get food-substances to accompany his burning desire for limes. Peter grumbled at this and deferred to his uncle for support in the face of this logic.

Chaos element, located.

“Pick a carb,” Ben directed.

“Sugar is a carb,” Peter argued.

“Pick a carb in a less refined form,” Ben countered easily.

“If it’s raw sugar, it—”

“Veg, noodles, or rice,” Ben offered him.

Peter scowled.

“You said a carb,” he pouted. “I want sugar.”

“I have good news for you, sweet child of mine,” Ben said fondly. “There is sugar in everything served in the United States of America. You will have your sugar. Pick its structure: veg, noodles, or rice.”

Ben made Jack feel like a shit dad sometimes. Although, to be fair, Jack hadn’t been a dad as long as Ben had.

Peter, outwitted and bitter about it, agitated Matt to help him.

Matt saw no need for that.

“You’re gonna be hungry in an hour and then you’re gonna whine about it,” he declared.

Peter scowled at him and then turned his lethal puppy eyes onto Jack. Jack set up a menu between the two of them because he was not strong enough to cope with that.

Peter whined behind it.

Things were going too smoothly for too long. Jack did not trust the decent behavior happening at this table. Ben got a kick out of his paranoia, which was great because someone needed to.

“What are you hiding?” Jack asked Matt. Matt scoffed.

“Chill, old man,” he said. “We’re literally just having dinner. Maybe try to have a good time, huh?”

No.

Something evil was afoot.

Peter snickered. Matt swatted at him; he easily dodged the hand.

Trouble.

Dinner was eaten and paid for and Jack eventually gave up and settled down. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Matt was right. Thai food was nice. No incidents had occurred. There was no durian. Ben and Peter made for good conversation, even if everything led back to Peter’s obsession with sci-fi films.

Ben told him that if he kept mentioning them, the aliens would hear him and his name would start to move up higher up on their list of potential captures.

The kid was horrified.

Matt helpfully started counting off the number of times Peter had mentioned aliens in the last week and Peter had briefly looked like he was going to cry.

“Is your wife not going to hear of this?” Jack asked Ben as they walked after the trouble duo who had determined that they were finding dessert at a different location. They seemed to know what they were after, so Jack and Ben left them to it.

“Oh, she will,” Ben said.

“And you don’t mind?”

“She encourages it. She’s convinced him that if you leave a tv on static, aliens can pick up on your watch history.”

Interesting parenting techniques going on here.

Ben laughed.

“Well, I guess we just figure that if you’ve got a weird kid, it’s easier on everyone if you just lean into it. My brother probably wouldn’t be so down with it, but he’s not here, so whatever.”

Ah, right.

“Peter’s your brother’s son, then,” Jack noted.

Ben hummed.

“I…guess,” he said uneasily. “I—it’s hard to explain. I mean, biologically, yeah he’s Rich’s son. But, you know, me and May’ve raised him for longer than Rich and Mary were ever in his life, so, I dunno. Is it fucked up that I kind of think of him as my son?”

No. Not at all.

“My eldest brother pretty much raised me,” Jack told him. “My mama couldn’t be assed to do anything more than scream at the drop of a hat and my daddy was busy drinking himself to death, so Bill was the one who got me up and dressed and off to school in the morning. I always thought of him as a mix between a brother and a mom.”

“No shit?” Ben said. “Where is he? He still around?”

Uuuuuuuh.

“We haven’t talked for a long time,” Jack said.

“Oh? Well, now’s your chance you know.”

Jack tried not to wince too sharply. Ben caught it anyways.

“Or not,” he said. “You don’t have to if its painful or something.”

Oh, buddy.

“We’ll see,” Jack decided. “I’ll need to think about it.”

He didn’t know how Matt would react. Hell, he didn’t know how he would react to seeing Bill again.

Matt and Peter presented Jack with a drink that had evil hiding in the bottom of it.

He should have known better to think he’d escape that night uninjured.

–

I hope this cheers you up my dear and that things get easier for you soon!

#fic #jack murdock #matt murdock #ben parker #I need to do smth for the sprawl for real #ficlet

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Every Breath You Take Chapter 7: Reach Out, I’ll Be There

Hiiii guys! Sorry for the long ass wait! School was kicking my ass, but I’m on summer break for a month now so YAY! And I’m back with a nice long chapter for you and man are you guys in for a ride! Btw thank you @hufflebucky for the beautiful moodboard! I love it so much! And thank you @probably-a-velociraptor for the certain line you mentioned in your ask that I just had to put in here! You know which one I’m talking about ;) Without further delay....enjoy!

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Chapter 7: Reach Out, I’ll Be There

The men of Nelson & Murdock were both on missions today. While Matt was following Iris to make sure she was safe, Foggy took that opportunity to stop by Sweet Heaven to see a certain stunning brunette he might or might not have already told his mom about.

Foggy Nelson has done his fair share of chasing after women he was attracted to throughout his life, though admittedly not all of those times were successful since beautiful women seemed to flock towards Matt instead. But the moment he laid eyes on Lucy Addams, all those memories of women he chased in the past had erased from his mind. He only had eyes for Lucy, and it appeared the feeling was mutual.

He couldn’t even begin to explain this feeling he had in his heart that was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Why so sudden for someone he just met? Love at first sight couldn’t possibly exist, right? And with that, Foggy’s heart argued, Why the hell not? Would that really be so wrong?

Whether or not it was love or just attraction, Foggy was determined to get to know the dark haired goddess who runs the adorable bakery that’s quickly becoming his favorite spot.

Which has lead to the present moment where Foggy was currently standing outside of the bakery, seeing the woman of his dreams handing out cupcakes to a couple of excited little kids while their parents paid. Seeing her interact with the kids with a genuine glowing smile on her face made the butterflies in Foggy’s stomach flutter like crazy.

As if feeling his eyes on her, Lucy’s eyes shifted until they met his through the window. Her grey eyes brightened to greyish blue as she brightly grinned at him and waved for him to come in. Foggy couldn’t contain the grin on his face that shined brighter than the sun as his cheeks flushed into a rosy pink. Foggy quickly pulled out his phone to leave Matt a message telling him to meet him at the bakery to talk about a potential client instead of the office. He smoothed back his hair and straightened his tie before entering the bakery to see about a girl.

2 Hours Later

The bakery was empty aside from Foggy and Lucy currently occupying one of the small tables. There laid two half empty porcelain mugs of coffee and hot chocolate as well as an array of different pastries and cakes for Foggy to “sample”, only for him to split between them, always giving Lucy the bigger half.

But those desserts were ignored as the two occupants only had their attention focused on each other, the song “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” by Frankie Valli playing appropriately in the background.

“What’s your favorite show?” Lucy asked with eager curiosity as she leaned closer to him with a dreamy gaze in her eyes.

Without missing a beat, Foggy replied “I Love Lucy.” It took him a second to snap out of his daze to realize how that might sound. “I mean, not because it’s your name,” he cleared his throat, his face flushing tomato red. “It’s just a great show! My mom had me watch it with her growing up, you’d love her by the way, I already told her about you- I mean, it’s a funny show!” Foggy was trying so hard to save face, he didn’t realize he was babbling.

The melodic sound of Lucy’s giggles stopped him from babbling any further. Foggy felt incredibly embarrassed by his word vomit, but all Lucy did was smile.

“You’re really cute when you get all flustered.” She told him, causing him to blush even harder. “And I love that show. She’s hilarious! And by the way…” She trailed off as she leaned toward him even closer. “I would love to meet your mother, since she’s raised such a fine young man.” She gave a flirtatious wink.

I love you baby And if it's quite alright I need you baby To warm the lonely nights I love you baby Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby Don't bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby Now that I've found you stay And let me love you, baby Let me love you

Foggy’s heart raced as the song declared everything he was already dying to say. He took a big gulp of his warm coffee before quickly asking her, “So what’s your favorite show?”

“The Addams Family.” Lucy replied with a smile.

“Really?” Foggy asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

She gingerly nodded. “Yep! I’ve always loved the dark, creepy and kooky stuff. And since my last name also happens to be Addams, I always imagined that I was related to them.” Lucy’s cheeks turned into a light rosy pink. “I love The Munsters too, but Addams Family has always had a special place in my heart.” Lucy’s eyes locked with Foggy as she reached for his hand before she continued, “Plus, I’ve always dreamed of having a love like Gomez and Morticia.”

Oh god, me too. Please let me be your Gomez! Foggy thought.

Before he could respond, however, the bell rang as the door opened. Foggy turned to see who rudely interrupted his time with Lucy, only to see Matt enter the bakery.

“Matt, so nice of you to join us.” Foggy greeted, his mood dampening slightly.

“Don’t sound too excited to see me, Foggy.” Matt sarcastically replied as he took the seat Lucy led him to at their table.

Foggy could see how visibly tense his friend was as he took a good look at him. His body was straight and tiff from tension, his fists tightening then loosening up. Foggy looked closer at Matt’s fists, noticing the knuckles were red with angry scrapes from punching something...or someone.

“Holy shit, Matt! Did you get in a fight?” Foggy exclaimed in concern. Lucy saw Matt’s fists and rushed to the back room.

“No, I didn’t get in a fight.” Matt replied through clenched teeth. “I just needed to blow off some steam, and the punching bag was the best option.”

“Well I’m glad it’s just a punching bag and not a person.” Lucy said as she returned to the table with a first aid kit. “It’s a little too early in the day for you to be doing your Daredevil thing.”

Matt’s stomach dropped at Lucy’s words. His fists clenched even tighter as he addressed his best friend. “Foggy?”

“What?” Foggy shrugged defensively. “I can’t start a relationship based on lies! Besides, she’s cool. We can trust her.”

“What the fuck, Foggy?!” Matt snapped, thankful that the bakery was still empty. “You told a dangerous secret to some woman you just met?!” Lucy’s grip tightened on Matt’s hand as she continued treating it. “No offense, Lucy.” He muttered apologetically.

Foggy, on the other hand, took great offense to Matt. “First of all, watch your language in front of this beautiful lady,” He angrily pointed out. “Second, we may have ‘just met’, but I’ve already named our future children! And I know for a fact that Foggy Jr. and Lucy Jr. would appreciate total honesty in this family!” He finished with a pound of his fist atop the table.

The bakery went silent. Matt’s lips twitched while he tried to keep his angered expression. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t meant to last as he let out and amused snort.

Lucy didn’t bother hiding her giggles, she found the blonde teddy bear so adorable and endearing.

Foggy looked confused as to what was so funny. “What?”

Matt couldn’t hold it in anymore, he let out a belly laugh, “Foggy, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.”

Foggy still looked clueless until Lucy leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately, still giggling, “Foggy, you are too precious for words, but let’s hold off on baby names until we’ve had our first date at least.” She finishes with a kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush into a bright tomato.

Before Foggy could think of how to respond, the bell chimed as a few customers entered the bakery. Lucy quickly rose from her seat to assist the customers, her fingers softly grazed through Foggy’s blonde hair as she passed by.

Matt smiled, knowing his best friend kept his “heart eyes” (as Iris called them) on the enchanting baker that’s captured his heart.

“You must really like her a lot if you trust her with this kind of information.” Matt spoke quietly, sounding more calm and understanding.

Foggy’s eyes turned downcast in guilt before facing Matt again. “I’m really sorry, Matt. You know I wouldn’t announce it to the world, or tell just anyone.”

He paused to gaze at Lucy, who was chatting with a middle aged couple while showing them her delicious creations. He felt his heart practically dancing when her eyes shifted towards him and she gave a blushing radiant smile.

“I’m in love with her.” Foggy continued softly, not realizing he voiced his feelings out loud; his eyes still on Lucy. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, man. I know it’s crazy and it’s sudden, I mean we’d only met yesterday! But the moment I saw her, it just hit me like I got punched with lightning or something. I know this feeling I have is real. I mean, sometimes you just know as soon as it hits you, you know?”

“Yeah.” Matt softly replied in complete understanding. “I know exactly how you feel.”

Foggy’s eyes widened as he snapped out of his love daze. “Oh shit, how is Iris? Is she okay?!” Foggy didn’t notice his voice had raised in alarm, catching the attention of the two remaining customers in the bakery.

“I would also like to know how Iris is doing, Matt.” Lucy chimed in as she walked towards the middle aged couple to deliver their treats.

Matt hesitated, “It’s...a little personal. Actually it’s extremely personal...and..disturbing.” He finished with a strained angry grimace.

Foggy’s eyes narrowed in concern as he leaned towards his friend. “What’s wrong? She is in trouble, isn’t she?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Lucy rushed to their table and yanked back the chair next to Foggy to take a seat. “What’s going on with my best friend, Matt?” She asked, sounding more serious and intimidating than either of the two men have heard yet.

Matt, while touched by their concern, was still hesitant. “I don’t know if I should really say. It’s bad enough that I know when she hasn’t actually told me herself. It’s..” Matt felt his throat tighten and his eyes dampen at how painful it was to hear everything Iris had said. “It’s horrible.”

Foggy and Lucy stiffened at Matt’s words, trying to imagine what it was that Matt knew.

“Matt, we care about Iris, too.” Lucy replied.

Foggy fervently agreed. “Seriously, man. I’ve only known Iris for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself!”

Foggy didn’t realize how loud his voice carried until he heard how silent the bakery got. The middle aged couple clearly heard Foggy’s passionate statement, because without a second thought, they jumped out of their seats and bolted out the door.

Matt, Foggy and Lucy were alone once more.

Foggy bashfully asked, “Do you think they heard me?”

Matt’s eyebrows raised in perplexity while Lucy let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, sweetie. I think they did.” She said with a pat on his head.

Foggy shrugged, “Well, I said what I said. But that’s not important right now.” He leaned towards Matt once more. “Please tell us. We want to help Iris, too.”

Matt sat quietly, contemplating his decision before faintly replying, “Okay.”

Iris

Claire’s impromptu checkup was relatively quick and painless. I cringed at her sympathetic gaze as she examined all the bruises and scars on my body, I felt embarrassed that she saw the extent of what he had done to me. She was considerate enough to not dwell on it, for now anyway. She did, however, diagnose the bruised ribs I didn’t realize I had. That explains why that hideous bruise on my torso hasn’t healed yet. Unfortunately, nothing can be done about that, except to take it easy and let it heal naturally, which will apparently take six weeks at the most.

After the exam was over, Claire gave me a prescription for some pain relief and antibiotics, as well as demanding I get some sleep.

After promising Claire I would rest on the condition that she stopped by the bakery for any treat on the house, I hugged her goodbye and exited the hospital.

I still wasn’t ready to go home yet. Not only out of fear of the lingering nightmares, but also out of fear of facing Matt. Despite Claire’s reassuring words, I still felt doubtful about whether or not he’ll want anything to do with me. I still can’t get over the crushed look on his face when I walked away from him. But maybe Claire’s right. I should just swallow my pride and talk to him. I owe him that much.

I snapped out of my inner thoughts and paused in my aimless wandering when I heard music in the air. I turned to the right of me, in the direction the music came from, and saw the tall building with the red neon sign in the shape of a guitar that read Guitar Center.

My fingers twitched with an aching need that I’ve repressed for far too long, my feet made the decision for me and led me inside the music store.

A wave of euphoria flowed through me as I took in the view of various instruments as far as the eye can see. The sound of live instruments playing sounding more and more prominent.

I walked further into the store towards the music until I found a small group of three guys and a young woman just lounging around. They all had a unique style, mix of rock & roll edge with a wild and colorful bohemian flair. The choices of instruments were oddly mismatched. The woman, who had a rockabilly style black and pink polka dot wiggle dress, was on her feet playing an upright bass, one guy was playing the violin, the second was playing an acoustic guitar, and the third guy sat on the floor playing a tambourine with drum sticks like it was a mini drum set. This was such an odd and fascinating mix of musicians, I couldn’t help but be drawn to them.

My eyes drifted past them and landed on a beautiful red upright piano. My fingers twitched with the urge to play. Should I? It’s been so long since I’ve touched a piano, I was afraid that I would be so rusty that I really would sound as mediocre as he always said I did.

Well He was an asshole who didn’t want you to enjoy anything that didn’t involve him. Play the damn piano. It’s been too long since we’ve done anything we were passionate about. We deserve this. You deserve this!

My feet obeyed my thoughts quicker than I did as I now found myself seated in front of the piano. I barely noticed the quirky musicians go quiet next to me, all I could really hear was my heartbeat thumping in my ears. My hands trembled as I delicately caressed the keys, saying hello to an old friend.

Without any more hesitation, my muscle memory kicked in as I played the beginning notes of the first song my mom taught me. I started slowly at first, then my fingers sped up as the song began to build up. I could faintly hear the jingles of the tambourine, and it was quickly followed by the instruments of the musicians next to me. One of the musicians started singing, the lyrics confirming that they were playing my song alongside me.

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

I looked over my shoulder towards the quirky group. The man with the guitar, who had his long hair tied back and wore a red Hawaiian shirt with black jean, met my eyes and nodded with a smile, signaling me to continue playing.

My heart was dancing as I played on, my confidence growing more and more. I didn’t even bother holding back the beaming smile from my face, as I played the music box-sounding notes on the keys. My eyes began to mist from the pure joy of doing something I thought I’d never be allowed to do again. I continued playing, with an energy and passion that have waited years to be reawakened.

Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

And her face is like a sail

Speck of white so fair and pale

Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Oh how I wish Mom was here with me, she would’ve loved to hear me play her favorite song again.

Have you seen her all in gold?

Like a queen in days of old

She shoots colors all around

Like a sunset going down

Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere

She combs her hair

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

I wish Matt was here too. Would he like hearing me play? Would he say he loved it? Would he ask me to play more? Would he want to sit beside me as I played? Oh how I wished I knew for sure.

She's like a rainbow

Coming, colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

The room went quiet as the final notes faded in the air. The quiet didn’t last long, though, as a few patrons of the store had started applauding; I didn’t even realize we had actually drawn an audience. My face heated up, my cheeks flushed bright red amongst my pale skin. It’s been so long since I’ve played in front of everyone, I forgot how amazing it felt to get a positive response.

The musicians that accompanied me nodded with approval at me, and that simple gesture warmed my heart with a sense of belonging.

The tambourine man, who wore heavy eyeliner and a wildly colorful abstract shirt with leather pants, stood up to sit next to me on the bench and eagerly asked, “Play us another song, darling?”

I hesitated for a second, not used to getting such a request. “I’m not sure what you would like to hear.” I replied meekly.

“Anything you want.” The violinist replied. He wore black and white striped pants with a fitted pink and blue paisley buttoned shirt topped with a black bow tie and a black vest. “Just start playing and we’ll follow along.”

My brows furrowed in concern, “What if you don’t know the song?”

“We don’t need to,” The guitarist spoke up. “We just let the music guide us through.”

The pinup bassist sweetly chimed in, “That’s how we always play, so don’t even worry about that, dollface. Play us something.”

I took a second to think over what other songs I knew before I started playing with my musical acquaintances for the next couple of hours.

After we were done playing together in the music store, my new friends dragged me along with them to an indie record store that also had a small cafe inside.

I easily lost track of time, I was too caught up in my new friends; the sun had already set by the time we had all parted ways. I left the record store with a bag full of new CDs, a chocolate chip muffin for the walk home, four new phone numbers added on my phone, and a smile of contentment on my face.

Claire was right. I wasn’t alone in this anymore. I don’t have to be.

My thoughts drifted back to Matt. The thought of telling him the truth terrified me still. I want so badly to let him in, but I can’t help but let that shred of doubt nudge it’s way into my mind.

Can he accept me completely? Will he judge me for what I’ve done? Will he hate me for lying? Or will he still want to help me?

I was too lost in my thoughts, I wasn’t alert enough to notice I was being watched, and also being followed.

I felt a hand grab my arm in a painful grip as I was yanked into a dark alley, a second hand covered my mouth before I had a chance to scream for help.

Oh god. He found me! How the hell did he find me?! He’s gonna kill me before I can even tell Matt how sorry I am. I didn’t even get to see Mom. I wish I had actually spoken to her-

My thoughts were cut off when an unfamiliar voice growled from my captor. “Give me your money now, and you won’t get hurt.”

Oh thank god, it’s only a mugger! My body sagged in relief.

The man then held a knife against my throat, causing me to stiffen up again. Oh shit, it’s a mugger!

I started to panic as I struggled to get out of his grasp, biting hard into his hand in the process.

The mugger growled in anger as he moved his now free hand into my hair, yanking it to the point where I feared it would be pulled out of my scalp.

“You fuckin bitch!” He sneered as he shoved my face against the wall.

I was hyperventilating at this point, unable to hold back the tears that flowed down my face. “Please let me go! I don’t have any money!” I pleaded desperately.

The mugger then pressed himself against my back, pressing his groin into my back.

“Then I’m just gonna have to get something else from you, huh?” He replied as he licked my ear, my body shivered in fear and disgust.

Then suddenly the pressure from his body was lifted abruptly as he was pulled off me and thrown against the wall.

I quickly turned around and was staring in stunned silence as I saw my mugger getting his ass handed to him by a mysterious man dressed in head to toe black. The man in black moved with speed and grace as he punched and kicked the mugger around like a ninja. The mugger tried to get some hits in, but he never stood a chance. The man in black hurled him against the wall, landing a foot away from me.

I shrieked in surprise as the mugger grabbed my ankle. I kicked and stomped repeatedly on his wrist, but he wouldn’t budge. The man in black rushed to my aid and pulled the mugger away from me. He let out a growl of anger as he threw him against the opposite wall.

“Keep your hands off of her!” The man in black threatened, his voice low and deep with rage, sending thrilling shivers down my spine.

He knocked the mugger out with one last anger-fueled punch, causing said mugger to collapse like a jenga tower. He squatted down towards the mugger and proceeded to restrain his hands and feet, causing the mugger to start twitching back into consciousness, prompting the man in black to deliver one more knockout punch to the face.

My breathing slowed down as he stood up and turned to face me. My heart started to beat faster as he started walking tentatively towards me. I took in his full appearance before me. He stood almost a foot taller than me, his fitted black outfit did nothing to hide his muscular build that my eyes struggled to stray from. The top half of his face was covered by the thick black fabric that tied around his head, leaving the bottom half visible; which of course drew my attention to those perfect full lips of his.

Perfect full lips that started speaking.

“Are you okay?” His deep voice was gentle with concern.

I shakily nodded, taking a deep breath as I replied. “I am, thanks to you.”

He tilted his head as his hand reached toward the side of my face that had been shoved against the wall. Even though his hand was gloved in thick material, my cheek came alive with a spark of electricity at his gentle touch.

“Are you hurt?” He asked with genuine concern.

My heart skipped a beat as his kindness reminded me of a certain neighbor, causing my eyes to water. “No, I’m fine.” I replied.

His head tilted once more as he asked with uncertainty. “Are you sure? He made you hit that wall pretty hard.” His thumb gave gentle feather light caresses across my newly bruised cheek.

I gave a shrug and replied tensely, “I’ve had worse.”

His whole body stiffened at my answer, he was close enough for me to hear him grind his teeth. I could just barely hear him mutter angrily under his breath, “I know.”

My brows wrinkled in confusion at what he could have meant by that. Before I could question him, though, he slowly began to step away from me, his lingering fingers grazing my cheek until he dropped his hand completely.

“You should go home.” He declared when he stood an extra couple feet away from me. “And be careful. The city’s dangerous at this time of night.”

“Okay.” I readily agreed. He started to turn around to walk away, prompting me to call out, “Hey!”

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, tilting his head once more to patiently listen.

“Thank you. You saved my life.” I finished, my voice heavy with gratitude.

I could just barely see the side of his mouth rise into a small smile as he replied, “You’re welcome. Please be safe.”

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows. I didn’t waste another second to bolt out of the alley and rush home.

I finally made it back to the familiar apartment building and didn’t stop running until I made it safely inside the elevator. Now that I had stopped and taken a breath, I began to feel the lead weight my legs had become; along with the exhaustion from lack of sleep and the series of events from this long day hitting me all at once. I definitely needed to go to sleep.

I got off the elevator on my floor and tiredly stumbled to my door. Before I unlocked it, I turned my attention towards Matt’s apartment. My run in with the mugger gave me a serious wake up call. I can’t keep wasting time being miserable and alone like this. I need to talk to Matt and tell him the truth, or forever wish I did. But not tonight. Not when I already felt dead on my feet. Tomorrow. I’ll tell him first thing tomorrow.

With my decision set in my mind, I entered my apartment and locked the door before I stumbled to my bed and finally succumbed to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling far more rested than the day before. I slept so heavily, I couldn’t even remember if I dreamed, much to my relief. I got up to brush my teeth and get dressed for the day, but not before texting Lucy to let her know I needed an extra day off, which she happily replied was no problem at all.

I could feel my stomach twist and tangle in anxiety at how this conversation with Matt can possibly turn out; I was ready to throw up. I was determined, but still terrified to tell him everything. I hate how scared I am about this. Matt has been nothing but sweet to me, I should feel comfortable enough to talk to him. But with the way I’ve acted towards him, and the weight of my secret, will he even want anything to do with me again?

My thoughts were interrupted by music playing muffled through the wall connecting my apartment to Matt’s. It was the beginning notes to The Four Tops’ “Reach Out I’ll Be There”, as if he knew what was going through my mind

Now if you feel that you can't go on (can't go on)

Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone)

And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion)

Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion)

And your world around is crumbling down, darlin'

(Reach out) Come on girl reach on out for me

(Reach out) Reach out for me

Hah, I'll be there with a love that will shelter you

I'll be there with a love that will see you through

My eye started tearing up again as I paid attention to the lyrics. Was Matt trying to tell me something through this song, or am I just reading too much into it?

When you feel lost and about to give up (to give up)

'Cause your best just ain't good enough (just ain't good enough)

And your feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold)

And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own)

And you need a hand to hold, darlin'

(Reach out) Come on girl, reach out for me

(Reach out) Reach out for me

Hah, I'll be there to love and comfort you

And I'll be there to cherish and care for you

(I'll be there to always see you through)

(I'll be there to love and comfort you)

My heart was beating uncontrollably, my skin riddled with goosebumps. Matt doesn’t usually play music out loud, and now he plays this song. He was definitely telling me something, and the song couldn’t spell it out anymore clearly.

I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head)

You're not in love now, now you're afraid (you're afraid)

And through your tears you look around (look around)

But there's no peace of mind to be found (no peace of mind to be found)

I know what your thinking

You're a loner, no love of your own, but darling

(Reach out) Come on girl reach out for me

Reach out, just look over your shoulder

I'll be there to give you all the love you need

And I'll be there you can always depend on me

I'll be there

Don’t worry

More determined than ever, I finished getting dressed and bolted out the door, and walked straight to Matt’s door.

My palms began to sweat, but I forced myself to stay strong as I rose my hand up and knocked on the door. The footsteps I could hear coming towards the other side of the door matched the heavy heartbeat within my chest. The door opened revealing Matt, dressed in grey sweatpants with the ends tucked into his grey tube socks, a navy blue hoodie zipped up but revealing a peak of a white t-shirt, his hair combed back and slightly wet from the shower he must’ve just taken; and for the first time since I’ve met him, his eyes were free of his usual red sunglasses, revealing his deep soulful brown eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever, and it simply took my breath away.

“Hi, Matt.” I spoke before I lost my nerve, keeping my focus on the task at hand.

Matt’s perfect lips rose in a soft and sweet smile. “Hi, Iris. Are you okay?” He asked, being the sweet gentleman he is.

“Yeah, I’m-” I started to automatically say before I cut myself off. Honesty. I have to start with honesty. I took a deep breath before I continued meekly, “No. I’m actually not okay. I haven’t been for a long time.”

Matt frowned in concern and sympathy. I spoke up once more, “That’s actually why I came to see you. Can we talk? I mean, if I’m not taking up your time of course. I can always come back later if this isn’t a good time.”

Matt rushed to respond before I considered backing off, “You’re not taking up my time, I’d love to talk to you. Please come in.” He opened his door wider to welcome me inside.

I stepped inside the apartment for the first time and noticed the space was almost identical to mine in terms of size, minimal amount of furniture as well.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Matt asked, being a gracious host. “I don’t have much except for beer and water, or I can make some coffee if you’d like.”

I shook my head with a smile, “No thank you, I’m fine.”

He then directed me towards the couch in the center of the room and took a seat with enough space apart to face each other. My hands started shaking as I tried to figure out what to say first. I decided the best to start with was an apology.

“I’m sorry.” I began as I shifted to face him. “For yesterday. The way I acted was inexcusable.”

Matt shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize, Iris.”

I fervently replied, “Yes I do. You’ve been nothing but kind and gentle to me, and I’ve been so terrible in comparison. You were so concerned about me and wanted to help me, and I repaid you by pushing you away and being so rude to you. You deserved better than that, and I’m so sorry, I’d understand if you didn’t want anything to do with me ever again. I wouldn’t want anything to do with me either-”

“Iris, stop.” He cut me off as he grabbed my hands in comfort. “I hate hearing you degrade yourself like that. You’re not a bad person. You’re a sweet and wonderful person, who has clearly been through something painful. And as long as you’ll let me, I’d really like to stay by your side more and help you in any way I can.”

My fingers gripped tightly to his hands, my eyes powerless to keep the oncoming tears at bay.

I took another deep breath before I finally got to the point. “You were right.” I started. “I am in trouble. I did go through something painful. I…”

Matt squeezed my hands slightly tighter in reassurance. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” He spoke with the utmost gentleness.

I used that bit of encouragement to finally reach the point of no return.

“His name is Paul.” Matt cocked his head in curiosity before I continued.

“My husband.” There it is. No turning back now. “He was hurting me. All the time.” My throat began to tighten at the memories. “At first he was so charming, sweet, loving. I thought he was so handsome and mysterious. He swept me off my feet instantly. Always doting on me, gave me gifts. I never really cared that he had money though, I just cared that he made me feel so loved, like I was all that mattered. When Mom had her stroke, I was devastated. It was just her and me, she was the only family I had left and I didn’t know how to take care of her. I was 20 years old, working minimum wage, I had no idea what to do. And Paul came in like a knight in shining armor. He paid for Mom to stay in one of the best nursing homes, he proposed to me and promised to move her in with us and provide a nurse to help me take care of her. He promised to make me so happy and loved.” I let out a scoff at my naïveté from back then. “I believed him of course. I married him in this big, expensive, show off ceremony he insisted we had to have. I was so in love and stupidly happy. I thought, ‘Life couldn’t possibly get any more perfect.’ And it didn’t.”

I looked away from Matt with a frown as I delved even further into the worst years of my life. “As soon as we came back from our honeymoon, everything changed. He had little obsessive compulsive quirks I didn’t know about before. The towels always had to hang perfectly neat and even on the rack. The cans in the cupboard had to be stacked neatly with the labels facing out. The house had to be completely spotless. The table had to be set appropriately. I learned the hard way how much he hated rules being forgotten.”

Matt’s body tensed up and his hands started shaking over mine. I continued further. “You could probably guess that he never followed through on his promise to move my mom in with us. His reasoning was that he loved me so much that he wanted to keep me all for himself.” I shook my head in disgust. “That’s also the reason we never had kids. He hates kids and hates the idea of someone stealing my attention away from him even worse. He got a vasectomy a month before we got married.” I cleared my throat to swallow down the lump of tears in my throat. “He took away my mom, my chance of being a mom, my music, my spirit. It didn’t take much to set him off and punish me as he saw fit. I was dying in there. He had been killing me slowly for three years.”

Matt’s voice cracked as he finally spoke up. “Oh god Iris, I’m so sorry.” He shifted a hand to intertwine our fingers together. “How did you get out of there?”

I knew he would ask me that. This was the part I dreaded. “I tried calling the police. A lawyer too. They were no help whatsoever. The best they offered was a restraining order. As if that would keep him away. I realized the only one who could help me was me. So I made the necessary arrangements I needed to make, and I escaped.”

Matt looked skeptical like he knew I wasn’t elaborating enough. “Is he looking for you?”

I shook my head, “No. He couldn’t possibly be looking for me. He has no idea what I did.”

His face scrunched in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. How could he not be looking for you? How could he not know you left?”

My heart was beating rapidly as I took a deeper breath and replied.

“Because he thinks I’m dead.”

A/N: Annnnd that’s chapter 7! Chapter 8 will come A LOT SOONER this time around and it’s gonna be a flashback chapter. It’s gonna be rough, so be ready. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I hope it was worth the wait. PLEASE comment what you thought of the chapter and reblog, be sure to follow me and hit me up if you wanna get on the taglist. Thanks for your patience, I love you all! Until next time...*kiss noise*

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