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superbreadsoul · 7 months ago

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DON’T BAIL ON ME

Matt Murdock x Reader

DISCLAIMER: The following story is purely fictional and is made for entertainment purposes. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

WARNING: Heartbreak, no happy-ending, Matt is emotionally constipated, Reader is unable to take responsibility as well. Elektra (cuz she’s hawt).

WORD COUNT: 5119 WORDS

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Matt’s voice trembled with concern as he heard her step through the door, sensing her eyes downcast, her posture tense. He had been pacing for what felt like hours, his mind running wild with worry. The clock on the wall mocked him with every passing second. He hadn’t heard from her all day. He hadn’t seen her since their plans had been set.

"Hey, sweetheart," he began, his tone more gentle than usual, but heavy with the weight of unspoken fear. "I was worried about you. Where have you been?"

Her response was quiet, almost reluctant, as if she was debating whether or not to let him in on the truth. "At the hospital."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His heart skipped a beat. "What? Why? Are you okay?"

His feet moved instinctively toward her, but she didn't meet his gaze. Instead, she stepped back, a wall of frustration and hurt suddenly building between them. He halted, sensing the shift, his worry now mingling with confusion.

"Yeah," she said, her voice tight. "I was visiting Barry."

There was an unmistakable edge to her words, and Matt froze, the weight of her response settling in. Barry. The name stung. He had heard about Barry—her ex, the doctor— the one she couldn’t quite escape, the one who always seemed to pull her back in. He had known this day would come. He just hadn’t expected it to feel so… personal. Little did he know, that wasn't what she was seemingly hesitant about.

"Oh," Matt said, his voice trailing off as he tried to keep his composure. He noticed a familiar scent around her, something sweet and floral. "You—smell nice."

She blinked, her lips tightening into a thin line. “Really?” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I wanted to smell nice for our date. Thanks for showing up, by the way.”

Matt’s heart clenched. The biting tone in her voice stung, but it was nothing compared to the way the truth had just hit him. His sightless eyes bounced, full of remorse and regret. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together where everything had gone wrong.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, his words catching in his throat. "I’m so sorry. It… it slipped my mind. I’m so, so sorry."

He stepped forward, his hands reaching for her, but she pulled back slightly, the distance between them growing, thick with unspoken anger.

"Are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and disbelief. She glanced up at him, the vulnerability in her voice almost too much for him to bear. "Are you really sorry, Matt?"

Her question hung in the air, and for a moment, he was speechless. All he could hear was the rapid beat of his own heart, and the deafening silence that followed. He had forgotten their date. He had let her down. Again.

Matt’s breath hitched as he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

The words were tentative, but they were filled with an unspoken plea for her to let him in, to let him fix this, to let him make things right. But she only stood there, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Matt had known her long enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. But this—this was different. This was something deeper, something he couldn’t fix with an apology alone.

"Natchios."

The name dropped from Y/N's lips like a stone sinking into the silence of the room, heavy and uninvited. It echoed through the small space, reverberating off the walls and into Matt’s chest, where it lodged like a shard of ice. The very surname that had haunted him for years. The one name he thought he had left behind. The name of the woman who had once ruled his world in a storm of chaos and passion—and who, no matter how hard he tried, was never truly gone.

“What?” Matt froze, his blood running cold, his breath caught in his throat. The dread settled in, slow and suffocating. He had thought he could outrun it, that he had buried that past deep enough for it to never resurface. But now, standing before him, was Y/N, looking at him with eyes that said she knew, and with a smile that barely disguised the hurt and the bitterness.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a bitter, almost rueful grin. “I was so caught up with the trial, I didn’t realise it at first. I’d never heard a name so unique. Then I thought, hey, actually, I have. I’ve only ever known one person with a name that unique. She had a pretty unique personality too. Elektra Natchios. Huh.”

Matt’s heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat prick at the back of his neck. Her words stung deeper than he could have imagined. There was no hiding now, no pretending that this wasn’t happening. He couldn't see it but he knew that Y/N was no longer looking at him with the gentle affection of someone who had shared quiet moments of love. Now, she was looking at him with something else: pain. And the realization that everything he had tried to protect her from had come crashing down.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him, her gaze sharp and cutting, as she began to recall their past. “God, I hated that stupid Chevy Belair Coupe she used to drive around to pick you up. Then you’d get in the passenger seat with a big smile on your face, bunking all your classes.” She chuckled, but the sound was hollow, edged with something bitter and pained. “And I wouldn’t hear from you for days. Three days, Matt. I didn’t hear from you for three damn days.”

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to apologise, to explain, but the words felt useless. How could he explain any of it without dragging her deeper into the mess that was his life with Elektra?

Elektra.

Just the thought of her made his stomach twist, but the worst part was the knowledge that Y/N had been right all along. He had never fully severed the connection with Elektra, and now, it was here, in front of him, like a spectre from his past.

Y/N’s eyes flashed with an icy determination. "She’s here, isn’t she? Like Stick? You can come out now.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and accusing. Matt’s breath hitched, and before he could protest or stop it, Y/N’s gaze flicked toward the door of the bedroom. The silence that followed was oppressive, and Matt’s heart sank as he knew exactly who would walk through that door, already hearing her heels clicking. He didn’t need to say a word. He didn’t have to.

From the shadows of the hallway, Elektra emerged.

“Hello, Y/N,” Elektra’s voice was smooth, almost amused, like she had been waiting for this moment, anticipating the fallout from Matt’s past finally catching up with him.

Elektra’s steps were confident, every movement exuding the kind of smug self-assurance Matt had never been able to shake. She stood tall in the doorway, her presence dominating the room even as she leaned casually against the frame. There was a faint, cruel smile playing at the edges of her lips as she looked past Matt to Y/N.

Matt’s stomach turned. Elektra had always had that way of walking into a room like she owned it, like everyone in it was just another pawn in her game. He hated that about her. He hated the way she always made him feel like he was nothing more than a fool to be played with.

“Elektra,” Y/N said, her voice tight with controlled fury. "I should have known you’d be here. Always lurking in the shadows, making everything more complicated than it needs to be."

Elektra’s eyes gleamed with something cold, calculating. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just here to see Matthew, just like I always have been.”

Matt’s chest tightened. “Y/N, I—”

But Y/N held up a hand, the air shifting as she did, silencing him before he could finish. Her eyes, once soft with affection, now burned with a mix of pain and anger, and he realized, too late, that this was a breaking point. A fracture in their relationship that couldn’t be healed with empty words.

“What? You’re sorry?” Y/N asked, the disbelief thick in her voice. “For what, Matt? For still being tied to her after all this time? For letting her come back into your life, into our life, like nothing ever changed?”

Matt took a step forward, but it was like walking on a tightrope. Every word he tried to say felt heavier than the last, his voice faltering as he reached for her. “Y/N, it’s not what you think—”

“It never is,” Y/N snapped, her voice a mixture of frustration and grief. "You’re still lying to me, Matt. You’re still lying to me, even now.”

Y/N’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, a sharpness that immediately cut through the tension in the room. “Matt and I need to talk, so I’m sorry, but I’d like you to leave.”

Elektra didn't flinch. She gave a soft, almost mocking smile, the same smile Matt had once found irresistible, traced it with his own fingers, now a twisted reminder of everything he was trying to move past. “Alright.” She didn’t hesitate, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she turned toward Matt’s bedroom, making her way back into the shadows of his life.

But before she could slip out of sight, Y/N’s voice stopped her cold, the words laced with authority. “—The apartment.”

Elektra paused mid-step, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly masked by that same smug composure.

Matt opened his mouth, but his throat tightened as the reality of the situation began to settle in. He had never heard Y/N so resolute, and despite everything he wanted to say, he knew that this wasn’t his battle to fight. Still, he hated the feeling of being stuck in the middle. “Y/N—” he started, his voice soft, trying to diffuse the tension.

“—You speak when I ask you to speak.” Her voice cut through his words like a knife, leaving no room for argument.

Matt flinched, a sigh escaping him. His frustration built inside him, the weight of being trapped between the two women he cared about—one from his past, one from his present. He dropped his head, hands on his hips, trying to control the burning anger bubbling within him. The last thing he wanted was this kind of confrontation, but it was inevitable, wasn’t it? A situation of his own making.

Elektra, as if sensing Matt's turmoil, gave him one last smirk before she silently walked out, her footsteps echoing as she left the apartment. But even with her gone, the tension in the room was suffocating. Y/N stood there, arms crossed, her eyes trained on Matt, who didn’t move. The silence stretched between them like a chasm, filled with things unsaid.

“I’m not gonna have a one-sided conversation, so can you please turn around?” Y/N’s voice was stern, but there was an underlying hurt that Matt couldn’t ignore.

Reluctantly, Matt turned to face her. His jaw was tight, the weight of her gaze almost unbearable. For a second, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to see that scathing look on her face Foggy always talked about. He knew what was coming next, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked, her tone softening only slightly as she tried to understand, but the confusion in her eyes was clear.

Matt opened his mouth, the words caught somewhere between guilt and frustration. “About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance, but even to him, the question felt hollow. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

Y/N’s eyes flicked to the door where Elektra had just left, and her voice was barely above a whisper as she listed out the things that had been gnawing at her. “About Stick. About Elektra. About everything that’s been hanging over us since the moment we got together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her words hit harder than she probably realised, and Matt’s breath faltered. The truth was, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to share it. Not because he didn’t trust her, but because he had hoped—no, he had needed—to believe that he could keep his past locked away. That Elektra, Stick, and all the messes of his old life would stay buried, far from Y/N. But he had been fooling himself. And now, here she was, asking him the one question he couldn’t dodge.

“Because you walked out on me before I could tell you,” Matt said, his voice thick with frustration, his hands clenched at his sides. His sightless eyes were wild, somewhat searching for hers—waiting so that she might tell him that she understood, or at least would understand, if he could just explain it all.

Y/N didn’t flinch at his words, but the hurt was unmistakable. She stood there, her arms still crossed, her gaze unwavering. She had always been so patient with him, so understanding. But this—this was too much.

“You think I walked out on you?” she asked, her voice tight, trying to keep the trembling anger at bay. “You think I just left? You’re the one who shut me out, Matt. You’re the one who didn’t trust me with the truth. You kept me at arm’s length, and now I’m supposed to believe it was just because you couldn’t find the right time to tell me?”

Matt took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a frustration that was barely contained. “It wasn’t like that,” he said, his voice lower now, softer but still heavy with regret. “I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into that world. But you—you wouldn’t have understood. You wouldn’t have accepted it.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she stepped closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle, Matt. You don’t get to keep things from me because you’re afraid of how I’ll react. I’m your partner. You tell me. You trust me.”

Y/N’s voice was laced with frustration as she tried to make him understand, but Matt could sense that her patience was starting to wear thin. “Besides, I was rightfully upset—”

“—Is there a point to this conversation?” Matt interrupted, his tone sharp, his shoulders tense. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to keep spinning in this cycle of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. He just wanted it to go back to the way it was. He wanted everything to feel normal again.

Y/N blinked, her expression one of bewilderment and frustration. “What do you mean, ‘is there a point’? Matt, of course, there’s a point! I want you to talk to me!” She said the words with an exasperated urgency, as if she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t getting it.

Matt’s jaw clenched, and he turned away for a moment, trying to steady himself. “There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Besides, you made it clear yesterday that you didn’t want to talk to me.”

The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, and Y/N’s chest tightened. The memory of last night—the way she’d stormed out, the way Matt had closed himself off—was still fresh. It felt like a betrayal, but even more so, it felt like the same pattern she had been trying to avoid. He was slipping away from her, like he always did.

Her heart pounded as she stared at him, frustration bubbling up again. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her finger gesturing towards him. “You just brush it all off. It’s like you won’t even try to understand why I’m upset!”

Matt’s eyes flashed, frustration building in his chest. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to make her understand that his silence wasn’t about her, but about the things inside him that he didn’t know how to talk about. “What?” he snapped back, unable to hide the rawness in his voice. “What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“God! It’s always one step forward and ten steps back with us!” she nearly shouted, her voice full of pent-up frustration. “It’s always the same thing! You do something, and I pull away. I do something, and you pull away. We can’t keep doing this, Matt! I can’t keep feeling like I’m the only one trying to hold this together.”

The words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to explain that it wasn’t just her—that it wasn’t always her fault. But the truth was, his own insecurities were starting to drown out the words. His fear of being abandoned, of losing her, was starting to seep into every crack of their relationship, and he didn’t know how to fight it.

“We talk, don’t we?” Matt said cynically, crossing his arms as he looked at where he assumed her eyes were, his expression closed off. “I’m right here standing in front of you.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she shot back with a bitter laugh, the sting of his words landing harder than he’d realised. “As opposed to how lately, every conversation I have with you is towards your back?” she said, her voice full of incredulity. “You’re physically here, Matt, but you’ve been gone for a while now.”

Matt flinched at the accusation, the weight of her words cutting deep. He opened his mouth to argue, but the frustration in Y/N’s voice silenced him before he could speak.

“What the hell does that mean?” he snapped back, his confusion mixing with his growing anger.

Y/N’s words were sharp, cutting through the air between them like a blade. “It means you avoid me!” she deadpanned, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “It means your first instinct is to run away from me the second things get a little bit rough.” She pointed directly at him, her eyes narrowing as she squinted up at him in disbelief. She rocked her hand in the air, as if to emphasise how often he pulled away, how shaky he could be when things weren't easy.

Matt’s heart beat erratically in his chest as she spoke, the truth in her words hitting him like a freight train. She wasn’t wrong. He had always pulled away when things got tough. His instinct had always been to retreat into the safety of silence, of isolation, of not facing the things that scared him the most.

“I don’t run,” Matt muttered, his voice low and defensive. “I—”

“You do,” she interrupted sharply, cutting him off before he could finish. “I’m not an idiot, Matt. I can see it. You shut down. You turn away. You make yourself small, and you expect me to just stand here and wait for you to come back.”

Matt stood there, frozen for a moment, the words hanging in the air like a weight he couldn’t escape. His breath was shallow, his chest tight. The things Y/N was saying, the things she was pointing out, weren’t easy to hear, but they were the truth. And deep down, he knew it.

“I don’t run!” Matt growled stubbornly in denial.

Matt's chest tightened, his jaw clenching in anger. He couldn't stand hearing it, especially not from her. "Okay? That is neither here nor there," he snapped, immediately brushing her words aside, shaking his head in frustration. He was done with the conversation, or so he thought. He wanted to put the walls back up, to shield himself from the rawness of the situation.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, the sarcasm in her expression all too clear. "Okay, well, here we are, Matt," she said, her voice dripping with frustration and mockery. "What do you wanna do? How do you wanna handle it, huh? Do you wanna fight for us, or do you wanna bail?"

She pointed toward the door, her hand shaking slightly with the intensity of the moment, as if to punctuate her question. Her voice rose in frustration, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt. She paused, studying him as the weight of his silence seemed to hang in the air. But as she watched him, something softened in her gaze. She saw the vulnerable look in his eyes—the quiet uncertainty he wore so well. And despite the storm of emotions she felt, her heart ached for him.

With a heavy sigh, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to raise my voice,” she said quietly, the sharpness gone from her tone, replaced by something more tender. The fight was still there, but beneath it, there was love. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for him.

Y/N placed her hands gently in his, her touch soft and warm. She needed him to hear her, needed him to understand. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady now, but filled with a quiet urgency. “I want you, Matt. In all your sweet, yet rugged, devilish glory,” she said with a small, affectionate smile, even as her heart ached with the weight of everything unsaid. “I want to be here when your nights get rough, and I want to be the first thing you feel in the morning.”

She cupped his cheeks, her fingers soft against his skin as she looked into his eyes and feeling the intensity that made his breath catch in his throat. Her gaze softened, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sniffled, her voice trembling. "Look, you think your crazy life, your past, everything that’s happened to you, is going to scare me away or something… but that’s not true. You’re so wrong."

Her chest tightened, her heart aching at the sight of him—of the man who had always been so afraid of being too much, so afraid of dragging others down with him. “Because there’s nothing out there, nothing in here, that scares me as much as the thought of losing you.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but the weight of her words struck him with the force of a wrecking ball. "Trust me when I say… people like you and me, we don’t get the chance to love like this, Matt. I stay. I don’t run. Because I love you."

The confession hit him like a punch to the gut. She had said it. She had finally said it, and her words hung in the air between them like a lifeline. She had chosen him, despite everything. Despite his fear, his past, the mess he carried around with him.

Y/N’s voice was soft, tender now, as she spoke again, the love in her tone so raw it made his heart ache. “I love you so much that all I can ever think about is you. There’s no version of my life that doesn’t have you in it.” Her hands tightened around his, pulling him closer, even as she sniffled again, the tears starting to break free from her eyes. “So I’ll stay right here. You can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you.”

Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he processed her words, the weight of her confession crashing over him. She was here. She was choosing to stay, despite the chaos, despite everything. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said something so raw, so real to him.

But even now, he found it hard to believe. He was so used to people leaving, to pushing others away before they could hurt him. The idea that she wouldn’t walk away, that she wanted him, despite his flaws and his broken pieces—it was a foreign concept.

He shook his head, as if trying to clear the fog in his mind, but the truth was, he was terrified. Terrified of letting her in, terrified of what would happen if he let himself truly believe that someone could love him—want him—after everything.

"I..." His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but words failed him. He reached up, touching her hands, still holding him so gently, and his gaze softened as he aimlessly searched where he assumed her face was in wonder, listening to her heart for any sign of doubt. But there was none. There was only love. A kind of love he had never known, never imagined he deserved.

Matt stood frozen, his heart hammering in his chest as Y/N’s confession lingered in the air between them. The weight of her words was suffocating, like a tidal wave crashing over him. He had never expected this moment to come, and now that it had, he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Her love for him, so pure and raw, left him paralyzed, caught between the fear of being loved and the fear of losing her.

His mind raced, his emotions a tangled mess. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat. His fears—his insecurities—gripped him like chains. Could he really let her in? Could he really let someone love him after everything he had done, everything he had become? And if he did, what would that mean for her? For them?

Y/N noticed the struggle in his sightless eyes, the way he seemed to shrink in on himself, and her heart sank. She had poured herself out to him—had told him, for the first time, how much he meant to her—and now, he couldn’t even return the sentiment. She frowned softly, her own pain growing as she took a small step back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Matt?” She searched his face, looking for something, anything, that would tell her that he felt the same. “Did you hear me?” she repeated, the desperation creeping into her voice. “Say something. Please? Matt?”

The silence between them stretched on, thick with the unspoken. Matt’s brow furrowed, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to find the words that felt right. But there was nothing—nothing that could explain the tangled mess of emotions inside him. He opened his mouth, but only half-formed words came out.

“I—uh—I can’t do this right now,” he finally said, his voice shaky with regret. “There’s a lot going on, and I—I can’t—” His words faltered, a deep ache filling his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with her. But the weight of his dual life—the mask he wore, the life he led as Daredevil—was so heavy, and he wasn’t sure how to balance it with what Y/N was offering him. The fear of losing her, of not being enough, of the danger he brought to everyone around him—it all swirled in his mind.

Y/N’s heart dropped at his words. The dread that washed over her was instantaneous, a cold, sharp wave that made her feel small and foolish. She had laid herself bare, had trusted him with a part of herself she didn’t give to anyone else, and now—now he was pulling away.

"Oh," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips as the weight of disappointment settled into her chest. A hollow ache took root there. She had given him everything she had, all her love, all her hope—and he couldn’t even say it back. The look in his eyes was enough to confirm the one thing she’d feared most: he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t willing to let her in.

Her hands instinctively pulled away from his, the absence of his touch like an icy wind. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see the regret in his eyes. Instead, she looked away, her heart breaking with every passing second. She felt so stupid for believing, for thinking that maybe this time, with him, things could be different. That maybe, just maybe, he could love her back.

“I don’t—” Matt began again, but the words felt too heavy to say. He sighed deeply, his own heart aching as he heard the stutter in her heartbeat. He didn’t want to hurt her; glad he couldn't see that look of brokenness in her eyes. But he knew he had to do this—he had to finish what he started with Elektra, had to be Daredevil first. There was too much at stake. He was torn between the man he wanted to be for her and the one he had to be for the city.

“I have to go,” he said reluctantly, his voice low and filled with regret. His eyes softened for a moment, the weight of the moment heavy in the space between them. “I need to finish something. I need to... do what I have to do. I’ll come back, okay?”

The words sounded hollow to Y/N, and she felt her throat close up as the tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t look at him now, not like this. Not when he was so distant, so unsure. Her voice cracked as she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Okay.”

It was the only thing she could say, the only thing she had left. Her heart was in pieces, each one slipping further away from him with every word he spoke. She wouldn’t fight him. She couldn’t fight him. Not now. Not when he was already running.

She didn’t look up as he left, didn’t want him to sense the tears that slipped down her cheeks, the raw pain she could no longer hide. All she wanted was for him to stay, to choose her, but the cold reality was that she didn’t know if he ever would.

Matt hesitated at the door, his hand on the handle, but the moment lingered for just a second longer. He tilted his head, ear faced to her direction, his face a mix of regret and guilt, but he didn’t say anything more. He couldn’t.

And with that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing in the quiet apartment, her heart aching with the realisation that love—real love—might not be enough to bridge the chasm between them.

The End.

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duck-casino · 27 days ago

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I'm currently at a roller rink and all I'm thinking about is teaching Matt Murdock how to skate with Foggy Nelson 😭

Please someone write this 🙏🙏

#matt murdock x reader #mattfoggy #foggy nelson #matt murdock #foggy nelson x reader

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moth-murdock · 2 months ago

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Moth's writing masterlist!

Matt Murdock

Sick day (period comfort, fluff)(AFAB!reader)

A night to forget, and one to remember (TW: CHILD SA MENTIONED ALONG WITH THE TRAUMA THAT GOES WITH)(fluff, comfort)(any reader)

Posture. (Smut adjacent)(AFAB!reader)

Posture. (Bonus paragraph)

Angst drabble about love

MattFoggy

a very serious custody battle(domestic fluff)(college!era)

Allergies (hurt/comfort)((more comfort than hurt tbh))

Movie night drabble(domestic fluff)

Foggy walks in a handstand(fluff, comedy?)

Foggy Nelson

Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Frank Castle

She needs him (series)

A Good Day? (Idk what genre it classifies as someone pls help)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake lockley

Miguel O'Hara

Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Not seeing something you want? Send an ask! Guidelines here

#Moth writes #Matt Murdock x reader #Mattfoggy #foggy nelson x reader #Miguel O'Hara x reader #foggy nelson headcanons #Miguel O'Hara headcanons

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mylambandmartyr · 4 days ago

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Scrolling through the Daredevil Main Tag Simulator

🧯 theefrattmultiiverse Follow

An Excerpt from the newest chapter of Bullet holes and Devil Horns

🔥💀🔥💀🔥

Matt kisses Frank tenderly, looking up at the larger man with wide beautifully pretty eyes

"Frankie, will you… p-protect me?"

Frank envelopes the smaller man in his hugemoungus big hands.

"Tch… of course I will, Red…"

🔥💀🔥💀🔥

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🎲 averagecomicgeek Follow

The black armor suit is so badass! Best DD design in my opinion. I hope we get to see it in live action!

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🎮 anothernormalcomicguy

I fucking HATE the black armor suit design so much. It’s hideous and doesn’t fit Daredevil as a character at all

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❤️‍🔥 wiener-without-fear Follow

The Devil of Your Heart

Matt Murdock x AFAB Girl Woman Reader

Matt Murdock fucks your vagina until you’re bred until pregnant

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🕸️spideymanspideyfan Follow

How does Matt Murdock wipe his ass after he poops 🤔🤔🤔 he’s like. Literally blind? Probably smthing to do with his heightened senses right?

#correct me if I’m wrong I’ve only seen one episode of DD and read Team Red fanfic lmao

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⏰ devilofhellslivingroom Follow

Does anyone else HATE Elektra? I literally have never seen anyone else talk about this ever? She’s literally an abuser?? And is actually Toxic?? Why is nobody speaking up?

#Elektra #Elektra Natchios #Elektra Assassin # Electra #Eletra #Lektrae #meta analysis

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I hate Elektra So Much it’s Unreal I’m so Glad She’s Dead and Gone Forever From the Show and Will Never Return. I’m So Glad She is Dead.

#Elektra #Elektra Natchios

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My Poor Baby… Why is everyone so mean to my Dexxy… look at him…

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On ep 2 of Daredevil and OMFG Karen is SO ANNOYING! Like why is she lying ABOUT EVERYTHING?!

#is she like this in every episode?? #pmo #Here’s Hoping she d*es in Born Again 🤞

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Mattfoggy…

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Has anybody even realized how sad Matt's backstory is? His dad LITERALLY died?

#analysis #meta

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NEW exclusive interview with actor Charlie Cox reveals he is "trapped in a green screen prison" and that Marvel Studios keeps him "hungry, thirsty, and totally alone" for hours on end while shooting.

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Wow! It’s awesome to see how dedicated he is to playing Daredevil ☺️

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#⚖️#daredevil #matt murdock #disclaimer:#this blogpost is a work of fiction #unless otherwise indicated all the names or incidents are either the product of the poster’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner #any resemblance to bloggers living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental

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really-good-devil · 6 months ago

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Requests Open!

Trying to get a foothold in the marvel fandom! I write ships, platonic/gen interactions and x readers.

(Characters and Ships under Read More bc the list gets long)

Favorite Characters:

Matt Murdock

Kurt Wagner

Storm

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Marvel Ships I Ship (Not Exhaustive):

Rogue/Anne-Marie

Scott Summers

MattFoggy (Matthew Murdock/Foggy Nelson)

MattLektra (Matthew Murdock/Elektra)

DareWidow (Daredevil/Natasha Romanoff)

Logurt (Kurt Wagner/Logan Howlett)

Romy (Gambit/Rogue)

SamBucky (Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes)

StormVerine (Storm/Logan Howlett)

SpideyShell (Peter Parker/MJ (MCU version))

Feel free to ask!

#i had to look up the names of some of these im ngl loll #marvel #marvel mcu #daredevil #x men #the winter soldier #nigthcrawler #wolverine #spiderman

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inkforhumanhands · 1 year ago

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fandom asks: 1 2 8 11 12 17 23 24 25

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

a) I love that the Daredevil fandom has been kept healthy with several events over the years: shout out to @daredevilexchange for all the work they've done! b) My mattfoggy buddies are all so sweet and supportive; I know I can always count on someone to leave a comment on my fics even if they're occasionally a bit niche! c) I'm currently loving the surge in podficcing! We've not only got longtime veterans doing podfics for other people's work, but several of us have dipped our toes into the waters and have begun to podfic our own work. Not only a neat part of fandom but a step toward some more enjoyable reading for our friends who primarily use screen readers.

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

I think at first I wasn't super big on the whole "Mike is in love with Foggy and obnoxious about it" thing, but as anyone familiar with my fics knows I've since come to embrace it.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

Honestly I'd just like people to write more fics and draw more art directly inspired by comics storylines, especially some of the older stuff! That's what I'm hoping to get people to do with my upcoming DD comics bingo event. :D

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

At the moment I'm really proud of Hearsay, which is a comics volume 1 wip. I just think it's very tightly written.

12. compliment someone else in your fandom

@mutuallyprime is as lovely and supportive as it gets! You can count on her to boost you up if you need it 🥺 and she's written some truly great fics! The DD 2003!Matt/Milla fic is never leaving my brain.

17. the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

Already answered this one with Matt and Foggy's friendship, but I suppose I also love their frequent divorces. 😌 Great source of drama, I think we can all agree about that.

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

lol sorry this is a boring answer but at the moment... none! I have in the past however been influenced to watch things, including Hannibal (loved it), Interview with the Vampire (loved it), and BBC Merlin (hated it lmao).

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

I've made so many friends!! It's lovely to wake up in the morning and be able to go and say hi and chat about this thing we're all obsessed with. Far less lonely. :D

25. a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

literally don't listen to anybody telling you you're doing fandom wrong because you do/don't do x, y, or z. it's your life and anybody espousing these opinions has a very narrow and limited view of other people's interiority. get the hell out of there if you see a post like this. you deserve better.

#asks #softasawhisper #thanks for the ask and sorry it took so long to answer!#daredevil

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moth-murdock · 1 month ago

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PREACH 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

i want to be caught between foggy and matt while they both call me "bubba" because foggy said it as an offhand pet name and matt called out the fact my heart sped up :(((

#Mattfoggy x reader #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson x reader #moth speaks

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rev-glut · 7 months ago

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Paradise In Purgatory Masterlist

A collaborative Daredevil Band AU by @rev-glut and @raelwrites

You were all musicians in college during your free time, playing small venues. Until one Halloween night Foggy approaches you to join a band made up of one Foggy Nelson, Matt Murdock and Karen Page. And when you see them play for the first time? You were instantly sold. Quickly slotting into the little group and forming a new band. Now navigating college life together and the rest of life after that too, as a band and maybe a little more.

AO3

Track One: The Greatest Show Unearthed

#matt murdock x reader #karen page x reader #foggy nelson x reader #mattfoggy x reader #karedevil x reader #daredevil x reader #reader insert #x reader #marvel x reader

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neonbrutalism · 2 years ago

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Oh yeah I absolutely understand where miles was coming from, and the way you portrayed Miguel in that whole interaction, that man I canonically a cringefail loser and I will not see it anyway else, the comics are telling enough

Man I’m in love with mostly intact, one of the few fics keeping me afloat in this fandom cause MAN avigating through the Miguel Ohara tag to find story driven non nsfw fics or x reader fics is a journey

I completely missed this message because i have the word "reader" so blacklisted on everything that it just Disappears the messages.

And look I understand people who like reader stuff. I do. I just wish it wasn't so utterly overwhelmingly everywhere.

I don't ship Miguel with Peter B. or anyone else (maybe Aaron bc lol but not relationship and Tempest but she's not in the movie) so there's really not much for me as a mostly non-shipper.

I still only have One One True Pairing and it's MattFoggy. And I LOVE MattFoggy, I'll read MattFoggy all day long.

But ... I really want to see some gen/non-nsfw Miguel stuff. Let him just have somebody to talk to who he isn't romantically interacting with!

Please just. Somebody else. Besides me. Write some fun general stuff. It doesn't need to be G-rated, it can be M but please. I'm dying.

Or write Miguel/Aaron that's good.

(There is actually two really, really fun and cute fics I love. One is called Claw and Order and the other one is Those Spider Fangs. I can't link them because they're on AO3 and I'm at work and I'll answer asks at Work but I won't go on Ao3 :B)

#please do not take this too personally #im a born hater and i'm incredibly picky with my fics #i support all of you writers i just have a very specific range of shit i like when it comes to miguel

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thund3rst0rmm · 3 years ago

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Request:: Yandere Matt and Foggy team up, can it be headcannons with a gn reader?

Pairing:: Matt Murdock with Teen!Reader who has shadow bending powers.

Reader:: GN--Male--Female--Other (specify)

Request::Yes || No

Warning/s:: obsessive behavior, mention of harassment, blood and murder, stalking, some spoilers of Daredevil and yandere-behavior all around really.

Summary: Matt and Foggy meet you, which causes them to fall in a very deep spiral of obsession, manipulation, and gore...

A/N:: This took awhile- might make a part 2, but it depends on what you all say !!

so first of all,

Let's say they met you through someone they know, like Karen. She introduces you to them after inviting you to a celebration with them after winning a case, they both enter Josie's laughing as they head over to the place they usually sit when Foggy suddenly sees an extra person.

He's suddenly confused, wondering who the person beside Karen was. Foggy looks at Matt before asking if he knew who the person was, he just assumed it was someone flirting with Karen, but he wasn't fully sure. Maybe it was someone being rude or harassing her, they both didn't wanna risk it after what happened with James Wesley.

Matt decided to approach the two of you first, trying his best not to eavesdrop since he knew it was wrong. He walked near Karen and standing beside her with Foggy, "Hi, I'm Matt Murdock, who are you?" he said tensely.

Your head raised up and faced the both of them with a look of confusion, wondering who they were for a few moments till it finally reaches your brain, they were Karen's friends! You shook your head a bit before answering the question "I'm Reader, and you're Matt and Foggy If I'm correct?"

Foggy looks at Karen, hoping she would explain who Reader was to them. Karen stared at the three for a bit before saying "Oh right! As they said, this is Reader and they're a close friend of mine from my childhood". She smiled as she introduced you to them, hoping that you all would get along and it wouldn't get awkward since that wouldn't work well..

"Hi! I'm Reader as Karen said, and you two must be Matt and Foggy!" You said as you waved at them with excitement evident in your voice. Foggy smiled at your excitement as he waved back as well, whilst Matt smiled with hesitance, unsure if you were a criminal or not.

You started small conversations with Foggy as Karen and Matt chatted as well, but Matt was still unnerved by you for some reason. He wasn't even sure why honestly! you were nice and got along well with Foggy and Karen, so why did you seem to be hiding something, he thought.

You all went your separate ways as you waved at Karen, Foggy and Matt who were walking the same direction together. You walked away as you all said goodbye to each other, feeling a bit unnerved, as though eyes were on them.

Matt, saying his goodbyes as he ran and changed into his suit, before finding and following you. He wanted to make sure you weren't a criminal of sorts, that's what he said to himself at least. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, why his heart kept beating loudly around you the moment he heard your voice, why he couldn't speak or even form phrases near you, and why he felt as though you belonged to him... but he was with Foggy! he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone else..

He assumed you were using something against him at this point, he's never felt such strong emotions unless it was with Foggy which he felt nervous about since he didn't wanna betray Foggy.. but little did he know, his boyfriend currently felt the same way.

As Foggy walked home, he couldn't get you out of his mind. He doesn't even know why! he just assumes it was your charm of sorts, like how some people use jokes or actions to get people to befriend them. He knows he shouldn't feel this way, he knows it's as wrong as the day comes! but you're weirdly just too amazing...

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You walked home, slower and slower as the hairs on your neck stood up. You felt as if something was watching you, following you, stalking you. You just assumed you were paranoid, but didn't shrug off the fact that someone may be watching you, you held your phone out with a taser in your pocket so that you were prepared just incase.

Matt jumped around following you when he suddenly hears the crackle of a taser, confused as to why you had turned it on when no one was approaching you at all. He had heard your whispers of someone potentially following you, he immediately got worried as an immense amount of emotions stirred inside of him.

He moved a bit closer from where he was before, thus making you feel even more uncomfortable causing you to flinch a bit and your heartbeat raise. He immediately heard your heartbeat raise suddenly, that was when he realized, you knew he was there..

His eyes widened, realizing that you knew someone was there. He was confused as to how you noticed, from what he knew and gathered, you were a normal person. He jumps away from where he was crouching with little to no sound, running back to his apartment where Foggy was most likely waiting.

He jumped on the fire exit of his apartment which was the same time you noticed the person had left, you sighed in relief as you continued walking to your apartment. Fear and adrenaline was still running through your veins, causing you to walk faster as your breathing got worse with tears building up in your eyes.

You took out your phone and pressed a random contact, a few tears escape your eyes as you close your door and slide down on it. With your body unable to move, you just sat with your back facing the door, sobbing as you waited for them to pick up and answer your call. You heard a click from your phone, your head raises as you hear them say "Reader..what's happening there, are you okay?"

Your breathing got back to normal for a little bit, allowing you to speak. "I-i feel like someone's following and watching me Sam, I know it's not paranoia since I h-heard them.." you said as you slowly stood up, leaning against the wall as you walked to the kitchen for some water.

You took a pitcher out and put him on speaker as you poured yourself a glass. You heard Sam breath out a bit shakily "Okay, I'm somewhere else right now so I can't help, but do you want me to call some people to see if I can get you to move..?", he said slowly as he hoped you said yes, not wanting you to be stuck in a place where someone was practically stalking and watching you.

Matt fell back on the couch as he sighed while Foggy treated his cuts, he zoned out a bit as he decided to hear in on what you're doing right now. He hoped you were talking about him or Foggy, but tensed when he heard a man saying "If I can get you to move..?". Foggy stared at him with worry as he asked Matt "What's got you wall tensed up, Matt?", he stared at Foggy before blurting out "Reader's gonna move!".

Foggy stared at Matt with a bit of shock, wondering why he blurted that out before coming to a thought of 'Matt likes them, like I like them?'. He has a frown and gives Matt a small hug before saying with a smile that was far from kind "Don't worry, I'm sure we can get them to stay here!". Matt nods as he smirks before giving Foggy a small kiss as they both sit on the couch and watch the TV, plans of how to keep you in Hell's Kitchen being formed. You would stay there, no matter what..

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Thanks for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

65!

What is your total AO3 word count?

363,008

What fandoms do you write for?

Oh gosh. Danny Phantom right now, but on AO3 it's Marvel and then Tumblr is the Stromaverse and Marvel. I got really popular on Wattpad for Danganronpa. Like. Real popular. Back in 2016. (Stromaverse is the different Freddie Stroma characters. Had a legit fanbase for a bit)

What are you top five kudos?

Put The World On Mute - 2,664 (I really don't like this one.) Marvel

Radioactive - 1,716 Marvel

N-eye-ce to See You - 1,616 Marvel

Tick of The Clocks, Gravity's Pull - 1,309 Marvel

I'll See You When I Fall Asleep - 1,207 Marvel

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! 99% of the time I do. Sometimes I do ignore them though

What is the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Your Face is the one that comes to mind.

What is the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I deleted the Persona 5 one, but Heaven Is Closing Fast On My Fate!! It's Spider-Verse

Do you get hate on fics?

The top hits fic I wrote, I went through a real bad time and cut a character's arm off on a whim. Got the worst lashback ever. But also, deserved. That fic is grossly written badly. Teenager me deserved any hate for it. Don't read it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Would you believe me that my most popular Tumblr fic is a Venom/Reader oviposition fic? Monster fucking.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the most crazy?

I will just show you. It was never updated past a chapter but it exists. It has a plot written somewhere in my docs.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!! Even my most popular works that has 100k reads didn't.

Have you ever co-written before?

Yes. It was a story based off of our OC's we shipped together and roleplayed as.

What is your all-time favorite ship?

I'm gonna list a few that hold places in my heart: JohnKat, Klance, Hannigram, MattFoggy.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

If you want to be deep cut and put of fanfic territory, my 40+ OC marvel universe that I've spent 5-6 years creating and have written tibits and lost over the year but the whole story exists in my brain. But also my supernatural AU for Danny Phantom.

What are your writing strengths?

Flowery language and making people cry by portraying emotion. My autism pops off.

What is your writing weakness?

Literally not summarizing things instead of writing out full scenes. And describing people talking in conversations.

Thoughts on writing dialog in another language in a fic?

You need to do your research on what you're going to put into it. And make sure it actually fits into the context. Is the character bilingual and their second language is English and the fic is English? Did they forget the word they're trying to say in English or are they substituting words? Make it make sense for the scene and be respectful. Or just. Don't.

First fandom you wrote for?

A twitch streamer who was outed as a bad person. 14-15 (?) Year old me walked so DNF fans could fucking run. RPF is fucking weird.

Homestuck was the second.

Favorite fanfic you've ever written?

Foolishly Wrong on Tumblr. My Danny Phantom fics are great. But Foolishly Wrong is a Luke (Pitch Perfect) x Male!Reader fic that I based off of real events. Also, Heaven Is Closing Fast On My Fate on Tumblr AND AO3. It is a Spider-Verse fic focused around Miles and The Spot. Please go read it. It's so good.

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I've just posted my 22nd work a few days ago!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

37,763

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, all my published fics are for Danny Phantom. It's a fandom that's near and dear to my heart and my favorite to write for. I've written fanfiction for myself in a lot of different fandoms over the years. Miraculous Ladybug, Mega Man (Star Force, Battle Network) and Fire Emblem are a few. (Will these ever see the light of day? Probs not, lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5. Frayed Ends - 37 kudos - Jazz and Maddie are fighting more often. Jack wants to reach out and help his family. 4. The Same Blood - 45 kudos - Maddie and Jack try to help a sick girl that collapsed in front of their house. They don't know what to make of her condition. Danny wants to help.

3. Returned Home - 49 kudos - Maddie finds Danny at home after he disappeared ten months ago.

2. The Broken Pieces Left Behind - 66 kudos (tie) - Maddie knew what the portal did to Danny. If she could create something that essentially turned him into a ghost, she could figure out a way to fix all of it. Even if she hasn't made any progress in the past two months, she'll keep trying. She didn't account for what Danny wanted. 1 . What's Out of Out Control - 66 kudos (tie) - Danny thought he had it under control. He thought he could finally hang out like they used to always do. Tucker could feel the rift between them widening. It wasn't getting smaller anytime soon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There were a few comments from my two earlier fics that I never responded to and it's already been so long and I feel like I ended up putting it off too long to say anything now 😓But I'm so so thankful for all the comments I receive! I never thought anyone would read my work, let alone comment on it. I'm always between two modes of 'author commentary' and 'screaming thank you and running away'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol, I love my angsty stuff and there are so many different flavors of angst, so it's hard to pick just one. I'd say the piece I aimed to write for Angst Fest, The Broken Pieces Left Behind, might be it. It ends on a rather hopeless note for the Fenton family that even I don't know how to make everything better for them

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Home for a Cat. It was for a Ectoberhaunt prompt that I was absolutely stumped on. So I decided someone was going to adopt a cat by the end of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ahh, so I actually posted a fic on FFN wayyy back when I was in high school. I remember it being received pretty well but I got a really rude comment on a simple spelling mistake. Back then, I was just told I had dyslexia a few years prior and I had some really bad self-esteem issues tied in with that. So, yeah, that comment basically made me terrified to ever show my work to anyone ever.

It's been over ten years since then and I wanted to actually get over that fear. I impulsively decided to do Angst Fest with the mindset that no one would even look at what I posted. Not only did people look, everyone has been so kind!!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lkdajldkf, nope. I get flustered trying to write basic romance and having two characters hold hands, lmao. Major props to those that can, it's definitely a skill that takes time to master just like any other genre.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also haven't had this either.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it seems like a lot of fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Back when the show was airing, Amethyst Ocean (Danny/Sam) was my go to. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and it's really nostalgic for me. But, I don't really read a lot of shippy things for Danny Phantom, so ships don't make or break a fic for me.

If I'm looking to read romance, the whole Love Square (MariChat my beloved) with Miraculous Ladybug will always be great. Even if I jumped ship on the show around season 2 or 3 and I have no clue what they're doing now, lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I honestly have so many WIPs that are unfinished on my computer from over the years. Maybe a super old one that I titled 'Phantoms in the Daylight'. Angst once more with Character Death as the main pain point. I like the beginning but oh boy, does it get sloppy and confusing real quick. I'd need serious outlining energy put into it if I'd ever want to salvage it and I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! Give me two blorbos and I'll make them talk forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery and description. I love the dialogue portion so much that I end up running into the floating heads in an empty room problem in the first drafts of my fics. My first round of edits are dedicated to making sure I have a scene and grounding characters into it. And then I have to go back later to make it not feel so robotic sounding.

(Also a weakness but more as in fic than writing. Summaries and Titles. I stare at my drafts on AO3's editor for at least half an hour trying to pull something together, lol)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can probably talk about this for hours, lol. I absolutely love foreign languages, especially when it comes to linguistics. So, I'll try to be brief, lmao. Short answer: depends on the fic but normally no. I already spend so much time fussing over the word choice/slang/formality/dialect characters use in my native language. I don't have a good enough grasp on another language for it to sound natural to the reader. ("They would not fucking say that" is my internal monologue during dialogue edits, lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It's a toss up between Pokemon and Danny Phantom. I first learned about fanfiction from a friend who showed me FFN for the Pokemon fics. I looked around the site and found all of the Danny Phantom fics soon after and got hooked on those. I started writing around then and it would have been for one of those two.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to chose one! Writing technicality wise, I'm proud of how What Remains on the Table turned out. I consider description my weak point, so the original draft was 0 dialogue with very stiff descriptions. I was able to edit it to really practice my environmental storytelling. (Although, please mind the tags if you click the link as it does deal with the dissection topic)

I'm not sure who's been tagged and I'm not sure who writes fanfic, so @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy and anyone else that wants to join!

#tag game

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