#matt/foggy

[avocadosat-law]

Favorite MattFoggy pining dynamic:

Matt is convinced that if Foggy loved him, he’d be able to sense it, but Foggy’s been the same around him since law school and obviously he didn’t love Matt then so he doesn’t love him now. Matt makes his peace with it more or less.

Foggy is convinced that Matt knows he loves him, because Matt always senses these things, and the fact that Matt has never brought it up is answer enough. Foggy makes his peace with that, more or less.

Then one day the truth comes out and they both yell “but why didn’t you tell me?” “but why didn’t you tell ME?” at each other for half an hour before accepting they’re in love and have been for the last 10 years.

[cannot-commit-to-reality]

Daredevil fanfic

Spoilers for Born Again, set sometime close to the end, it's kind of amiguous. Apologies for any punctuation errors; I wrote it in a sleep-deprived frenzy!

You can read it on ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65197591

Summary:

Foggy faked his death to continue the case against Vanessa; now he's finally back. Matt's POV, 1.3k words. Matt/Foggy if you squint, can be read platonically!

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Matt sighed as he made his way up to his apartment. It had been a long day at the firm, and he had been distracted—he knew that. It’s just that—no, he hadn't seen anything because there was nothing to see. He was blind, after all. That joke had never been funny, but Matt needed anything he could come up with to deter his racing thoughts. 

He was turning the key in the lock when he heard it—a heartbeat. 

He slowly pushed the door open, ready for a fight. But as he listened to it beat, the world seemed to freeze.

He knew that heartbeat. He’d memorised it, years ago. Matt Murdock would know that heartbeat anywhere, could always recognise it in a crowd. He’d spent nights listening to that heartbeat, anchoring himself to it. It was a heart that hadn't beat in a long time. 

“Matt?” 

He heard the door creak shut behind him. he felt as though he was on autopilot, as he stepped toward the sound. That voice. The voice he’d grown used to hearing every single day. The voice that had first greeted him in college, years ago. The voice whose last words had haunted him for the past year. 

“Matt? Um. It's me. it's-“

Matt felt like his body might be shutting down. Every sound in the world was silenced, leaving only their heartbeats. And that voice.

“… it's Foggy-”

Matt's world collapsed in on itself. 

“Matty I’m so sorry, fuck I know it- I know how it feels, but you have to understand, I had to do it-“ he faltered. 

A black hole had opened in Matt's living room.

“I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t talk to you, I know that sounds terrible, but I just- fuck, Matt, I wanted to! If you believe anything, believe that I wanted to tell you! I wanted you to know, it fucking destroyed me, I-“ Foggy fidgeted nervously. 

The black hole was growing, swallowing everything. Matt felt as though he would fall into it. 

“It wouldn't work if you knew.” Foggy seemed to be overcome with guilt. Matt couldn't be sure. The world was barely a whisper to him. His brain was shutting down. His heart felt as though it would soon follow.

“And uh. Karen knows. I’m sorry! - She didn't know while it was happening, though, her reaction was genuine, had to be genuine, had to sell it…” he trailed off.

Matt knew he was shaking, but he wasn't in control of his own body at the moment. 

“I- I- I only told her after, it was safe because she wouldn’t see you, I -you couldn’t know I was alive; it would have ruined the whole operation. and God, I know how that sounds, but we had it all planned out and- and-“ he faltered. 

Matt knew the shock showed on his face when Foggy had said ‘we’. other people knew. everyone knew, they lied to him, they all lied to him How could they lie to him? his heart must be stopping. 

“It wasn't many people! Just a couple, right, the-the ones who took me away. You know the case I was working on? Of course you do, I know you figured it out. I knew Vanessa was going to take a shot at me, it was the only way I could keep working it, she had to think she got me.” 

The silence was deafening. 

“It- stop me if you don't want to hear it, but you deserve an explanation, Matt. It was carefully placed blood bags, a bulletproof vest, and a well-timed injection. Yeah. Uh. When I went outside. To take that call. That's uh. Yeah. The drug slowed my heart down enough that even your fucking super senses couldn’t detect it.” Foggy murmured on. he didn’t seem to be able to stop. 

“After they uh. Pronounced me dead, went back to work on the case. It's done. Out of my hands now. We’re gonna get them, Matt. With the system! Listen, I know it hasn't worked before, but it could this time, once this gets out, it's gonna make a difference!”

Matt thought he might have stopped breathing. The only sensation he was aware of was the tears in his eyes and the involuntary tremor in his hands.

“-and I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to give you a reason.” Any strength Foggy had left in his voice had vanished. 

“I’m sorry, Matt. I’m so fucking sorry I left you. I know you think everyone in your life leaves you, and despite my promises, I did too. I don't know if I can ever make up for that. But I can tell you that I’ll never leave you, buddy, not again.” Was his voice about to break? Why was Foggy upset? Matt was the one trying to prevent his entire world from collapsing and allowing that black hole to consume him.

“Unless, uh” Foggy stuttered on, “unless you, understandably, want nothing to do with me, in which case I’ll uh, show myself out.” He coughed, awkwardly. 

Matt knew he should say something. React. But the tears behind his eyes were dangerously close to escaping, and he really didn't want Foggy to see him reduced to a sobbing mess. Despite the strength of his willpower, Matt knew his lip was trembling, his hands were shaking, and his voice would surely break if he tried to speak. 

“Matt?” The black hole was tearing him apart. Each word Foggy spoke ripped through his chest.

“Matt, say something, please.” Foggy sounded desperate. Why was Foggy desperate? Matt was always the desperate one. He was crying now, felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Matty, you're scaring me, please, say something! Yell at me, punch me, just, please!” Foggy cried out.

Matt flinched as he heard Foggy take a step forward, felt careful hands remove his dark glasses. His mask. His safety. Now Foggy could see him, pathetic, broken, crying. 

“You’re. You’re- real?” He managed to whisper.

“Oh. Oh, Matty. I’m real. I’m real, I promise.”

The black hole tore him apart from the inside out. 

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. A single touch, that was all it took for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen to collapse forward into Foggy's waiting arms, letting the sobs tear through his body. He felt as though he were being ripped apart, the pain in his chest was unbearable. 

“Hey, hey, Matty, it's ok, you’re ok.” Foggy’s arms tightened around him. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m here.”

I’m here. Foggy was here. Foggy hadn’t abandoned him, he was here. He was safe.

Slowly, his sobs faded, and the tear in his chest seemed to shrink. Matt’s world seemed to come back, still shaky, but no longer collapsing. He listened to Foggy’s breathing, matching his own to it. Everything would be ok. Foggy was here now.

And Matt was exhausted. With all the repressed emotion of the past year, and the explosion of the past hour, Matt suddenly felt he could barely stand.

“You uh, wanna sit down?” He muttered. “We could watch that, uh, that movie you wanted to see? I downloaded it but I-“ his voice trembled.

“I didn’t want to watch it without you.” He finished meekly.

Foggy wrapped a gentle arm around him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.” Foggy was smiling now. Matt felt himself mirror the expression; he couldn’t help it.

And suddenly they were 20 again, ordering a pizza and watching a movie, Foggy narrating absolutely everything, giving a constant commentary, and Matt. Matt just listened. He listened to the spark in Foggy’s voice, describing the special effects. Listened to his best friend’s heartbeat. Soft and steady.

The year of pain, fear, and grief seemed to be nothing anymore. Because Foggy was back, and Matt was no longer alone in this world. Sure, they’d talk about it later, that was inevitable. But for now, they could just act like old times. He’d long since zoned out the sounds of the movie, but he knew Foggy was muttering something in his direction. Something about lazy writing.

He smiled to himself.

Foggy’s back. 

[raspberrybrain]

I read Gardening… by 42donotpanic and haven't been able to get these three out of my mind since.

Do not ask me where Clint's other hand is. I do not know.

This arrangement has been described to me as "people macrame".

[wawaluxthings]

But with Foggy…Matt gets to be blind. The static can wash through his ears, his skin, become white noise that fizzes and pops in the back of his mind. Matt can navigate the world with his fingers perched in the soft crook of Foggy’s elbow, cane click-clacking in time with the catch in Foggy’s voice as he paints the world in fire-works of colour. Foggy laughs and the dark corners become light. He jokes and teases and crowds part, like Moses to the red sea, Foggy commands the leaves as they fall in spirals, he calls the birds to brush the sky with their wings, he heats dust motes to whirlwinds of flavour. Blindness with Foggy is light and colour, its shifting patterns that speak in full sentences and details placed gently in his palm. Matt feels himself lean into the softness, like he is deliberately stepping into quicksand, turning his back to the warnings that Stick is spitting in his ear.

[sewnwithfate]

*Cries in hyper-fixation*

[4doorssys]

Thinking about college Mattfoggy about Foggy getting Matt Velcro shoes because it must be difficult tying shoes every time right? Especially for someone who is blind? So he finds out Matt's size which he finds very difficult spying at his best friends and roommates shoes. Matt doesn't know why Foggy keeps trying to steal his sneakers and at this point he's not gonna ask. Foggy gets the shoes and gives them to him for Christmas. Matt opens the shoes and Foggy is so proud of himself finding Velcro shoes in Matt's size and Matt just. Stares at him. Foggy says they're Velcro!! Velcro shoes! Because they would be easier to get on and off and he doesn't have to worry about laces they're great right? And Matt just keeps starting at him. And that's when Foggy starts to panic. He didn't mean to do anything offensive. Definitely didn't mean to imply that Matt didn't know how to tie his shoes or that he was a helpless child who needed Velcro shoes. Matt just breaks out into laughter at Foggy not able to contain his amusement at the situation. He explains to Foggy that he just keeps his shoes tied just tight enough that they stay on his feet but loose enough that he can slip them on and off. That way he doesn't have to worry about laces every time he has to put on his shoes. He definitely didn't need Foggy to shell out whatever he paid for Velcro shoes in his size. Foggy on the brink of tears calls him an asshole and to take the shoes they're his now. Matt thanks him truly appreciating the gesture. Foggy tells him that the shoes are red and Matt tells him that that is his favorite colour and thanks him again. He wears the shoes every day until they fall apart. Foggy buys him a new pair every time they do.

[undercover-stories]

It will never not make me feel all warm inside to remember how it’s canon that of all the things Matt could have chosen to see, when Tony temporarily fixed his eyes, it was foggy. He traveled all the way to Foggys house (wasting precious time) just so he could see Foggy.

[bizzaboop]

Bad news guys, I started watching daredevil and now I crave Matt Murdocks Gender. It must be mine.

Also, if you know any good Foggy/Matt fics, I won’t complain if you send them…

[psychedelicword88]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Claire Temple, Marci Stahl Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining, Dorks in Love, Secret Identities Are Not Conducive To Romance Summary:

Franklin Philip Nelson is born with a bright smile and the word Devil burned over his heart.

[cosmicoceanfic]

The thing about Matt is he’s either going to be Catholic and impossible about utterly everything, or absolutely nothing, which makes it very difficult to predict which way he’s gonna go.

“Everything comes back to guilt with him,” he tells Karen on a night out while Matt is running on rooftops wearing the superhero equivalent of a gimp suit. “He’s probably guilty about how he ties his shoelaces. Or the type of syrup he puts on his pancakes.”

“I mean, maple, right?”

“Matt likes blueberry.”

Karen clicks her tongue. “Shameful.”

“It's not that bad.”

“He should feel guilty for that.”

“Point is,” Foggy says so he doesn't fall into the trap of defending Matt’s syrup choices. “I think I have to learn how to beat people up.”

I know I said last night I was thinking about dabbling in being a Steve/Bucky guy again, but it turns out I am however briefly a Matt/Foggy guy again.

[notsanguineatall]

Life is being very grim today. Distract me with fic recs for The Librarians (any pairings, though I love Eve/Flynn best), Gabriel/Sam Supernatural, or Matt/Foggy Marvel?

[wordsimnormalabt]

““You're doing what you can," Foggy tells him, on what is probably a dark night, and most certainly a cold one. One of Matt's ribs is broken and he hasn't slept more than three hours a night in a week. He thinks Foggy is understanding better than he ever has before, because Foggy has taken up boxing and keeps a gun inside his drywall and he's becoming a person Matt never wanted him to be, a little more ruthless, a little more mean, living with Matt's secret. Matt loves him regardless because he'll love him forever, whoever he becomes, and anyway, even Foggy's cruelty is kind.

"Just keep coming back to me," says Foggy, and Matt could kiss him then, he could, but that's not fair, because one of these nights Matt will come back to him in a bodybag and it's already bad enough. It wouldn't be fair. It's unfair enough as it is. Matt Murdock, finally finding the sin he won't commit in the name of justice. Matt Murdock, never quite falling out of love.

"I promise," says Matt, and Foggy isn't the one who hears heartbeats, can't catch the lie.”

[cannot-commit-to-reality]

Y’all I just wrote a 1k fix it fic for daredevil born again, you guys want it??

I might even post to ao3…

[gonzoscrimalpast]

What Taylor swift songs/lyrics do you associate with daredevil?

I'll go first:

Gives me big sad-foggy vibes 😭

[wawaluxthings]

Screw canon. Come drown with me instead.

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