Congrats! You get: mattfoggy.
(Maybe the dialogue needs a little work, but i really wanted to write elektra’s effect on the matt/foggy dynamic)
His laugh is Foggy’s favourite sound. It’s what stands out in his favourite memories; him and Matt laughing together till their stomachs hurt and they were breathless. It’s the sweetest thing ever, Matt’s laugh.
It’s why Foggy keeps cracking jokes, however lame, just on the off-chance that Matt will chuckle, his lips curving up, his face looking even more beautiful. God, Foggy thinks, Matt is gorgeous.
Foggy tells Matt good news and positive things, because he always wants him to be happy. He never wants to see that smile fade.
Foggy can see it in Matt’s expressions, his demeanour. It’s what he imagines his own face looks like when Matt is around.
Matt is in love, and its obvious.
Foggy tries not to be jealous. He tries to let Matt have his freedom, let Matt be happy.
But Matt becomes reckless and foolish, not showing up to classes, missing tests and even their mids, staying out all night while Foggy worries about him.
Of course Foggy worries. He tries to talk to Matt, but it’s like Matt doesn’t care anymore. About law, about... pretty much anything from his pre-Elektra life. The one exception, of course, is Foggy; but their feelings are completely different. Over the last year, Foggy has been falling, slowly but surely, in love with the blind boy who cared so deeply about justice... who doesn’t seem to care anymore. On the other hand, Matt is still friends with Foggy. He still enjoys his company. But he’s too infatuated with Elektra to see anything else.
It breaks Foggy’s heart, knowing his feelings will never be reciprocated.
But still, he tries. To tries to help Matt, tries to take care of him. Because Matt might not feel the same way, but Foggy loves him, and he looks out for the people he loves.
It’s one month to finals when Foggy comes into their room to find Matt already there.
“Fancy seeing you here!” He throws his bag onto his bed and starts to hang up his jacket. “Where’s the heiress?”
Foggy finally turns around to face Matt, and all the humour drops from his voice. Matt’s glasses are on the floor, as if he threw them there; his hair’s all mussed up, like he’s been running his hands through it in frustration, and his knuckles—
“Matt, what happened?” Foggy says softly.
Matt’s knuckles are red and bloody.
“Where’s Elektra, Matty?”
Matt moves his lips, but no words form at first.
“She... she’s gone.” He’s picking at his nails like he isnt even aware he’s doing it.
“Did you break up?” Foggy steps forward and gently pulls Matt’s hands away from each other, holding them in his own gentle ones, assessing how bad the knuckles are.
“S-“ Matt barks out a short laugh. “Something like that.”
“Oh, Matty,” Foggy pulls him forward into a hug. At first Matt doesnt move, but then slowly his arms come up and he holds Foggy tightly, his head buried in Foggy’s shoulder, his breath slowing as he calms down a bit.
“You can tell me what happened.” Foggy pulls away to look at Matt’s face, his hands still on Matt’s arms. “You know that, right?”
Matt worries at his lower lip.
“Matt,” Foggy repeats. “You can trust me. I’m just here to help, okay? You can tell me what happened.”
After a pause, Matt nods. “Thanks, buddy.”
They sit side by side on Matt’s bed, Foggy waiting for Matt to speak up, and the seconds trickle along in silence. Matt starts to wring his hands again, but Foggy stops him, traps his left hand in his own right, interlaces their fingers, squeezes. Trying to reassure Matt.
Finally, Matt sighs. “It was him.”
“Um, Elek— uh, there was a man. Roscoe Sweeney?”
“Havent heard the name.” Foggy says.
“Yeah, he, uh,” Matt laughed again, short and bitter. “He’a been living under a different name. He-“ Matt licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “He killed my father.”
Foggy inhales sharply, squeezes Matt’s hand.
“And I, uh, I-“ Matt runs his fingers over his bruised knuckles, his lower lip trembling. “I wanted him to hurt, too. I wanted him to feel the same pain I’d felt.” Matt’s voice cracks, and a tear slips down his cheek. “I.” He takes a shaky breath. “I punched him, Foggy. I punched him, again and again and—“ Foggy pulls Matt to his chest and he breaks down, sobbing.
“I’m sorry, Foggy,” he says.
“Hey, hey, shh,” Foggy strokes his back. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.”
Matt cries into Foggy’s shoulder, cries for his father and for making him win that fight, cries for all the hardships he himself has been through since being orphaned, cries for what he did to Roscoe Sweeney and what he did to his father.
The guilt suffocates him.
But Foggy reassures him, calms him. Tells him its not his fault, tells him he did the right thing calling the police, tells him he isn’t a monster.
Matt doesnt mention Elektra, and Foggy doesnt ask.
Eventually, Matt grows tired, feeling a lot less guilty thanks to Foggy, who lays him down and covers him with a blanket and tells him to sleep.
Foggy, who later helps him catch up with all his classes and who helps him study for finals. Foggy who forces him to bed when he’s pulled three consecutive all nighters. Foggy who always keeps his life bright, Foggy who’s always brave and hopeful. Foggy who Matt, from this day on, starts to slowly fall in love with.
Matt’s last thought, before he slips off to sleep that day, is of how good Foggy is. He wants to say thank you, but falls asleep before he can, his eyes red and puffy but his soul a lot more peaceful than before, his body relaxed as he rests, and his heart full of Foggy.
Bonus para from a wip that i deleted, except this one paragraph lol:
“What?! Foggy.” Matt sits up, puts his hands on Foggy’s shoulders. “You know i didnt mean it like that. This isn’t like Elektra, or Annie, or anyone before that. This...” he waves with hand. “It’s completely new, and exciting, and-“ he can’t help the smile that creeps up on his lips. “It isn’t like anything i’ve ever felt before.”
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