it feels like i'm jumping fandom from fandom but i'm just following what makes me happy, and right now that means obsessing over daredevil and wanting to make it a multiverse fix-it... kind of.
here's a snippet (i think its too long to be a snippet but i digress) of the fic i'm working on right now. context: girl!foggy woke up from a nightmare (a vision) of daredevil!foggy dying (if you know, you know), she's calmed down, slightly, but it's all downhill from there, i'm afraid. there's a scene of fem!foggy x fem!matt at the end if y'all wanna stick around for that lol
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Foggy sleeps.
But not without her mind drifting away from rational thought, now that her defenses are down. It flashes images of a certain sharp dressed man with deep auburn hair and a permanent five o'clock shadow that strangely suits him. She sees his wide grin. Victorious and pompous and dangerous, all at once. A smug-asshole kind of smile. Foggy also spots the small curves of his lips whenever she's said something funny in court. The rare softness that turns his handsome features almost sweet.
She thinks of Matt Murdock. Attorney at Landman & Zack. The most arrogant man she's ever met.
The guy who told her freshman year, "Ah, I figured your family were of humble beginnings, Francine. I could smell the fresh butcher meat all over your clothes. You absolutely reek of it."
Only reason she didn't sucker punch him is because Foggy Nelson actually has something called morals. And punching a blind guy is so low on the morality scale. Like, she has standards! Plus, beating him at mock-trial was all the satisfaction she needed. God, it felt good to knock Murdock down a peg. Figuratively. She would never, ever, kick a blind man's cane out of his hands. Even now, when she knows he's some kind of super powered ninja, Foggy Nelson would never. Because she's a good person, unlike Matthew Fucking Murdock.
Still, her mind can't help but soften him, despite her better judgment.
Enough for Foggy to wish she'd gotten that other Matt instead; even if that Matt was a self-sacrificing idiot.
Her six a.m. alarm rings and, for a while, Foggy Nelson feels good. Even with the stupidly early rise. She forgets.
The woman rubs her eyelids, gets up from her warm bed, pulls on her window blinds and cracks it open—feels the fresh morning air, watches the sun rise over the city. Her ears pick up the sound of traffic. Garbage trucks. Cabs. A few lunatics behind the wheel. Watches from above as her neighborhood comes alive, bit by bit, people leaving to go to school or work, while others are just getting in. She picks up the scent of fresh bread from the small deli down the street.
God, I need a cream cheese bagel.
Sometimes, Foggy forgets why she loves this city so much. It's nice of the universe to remind her of the life these streets breathe every so often.
She walks to the bathroom, feeling refreshed and at ease, ready to start her day.
Foggy turns on the light. Picks up her toothbrush. Glances at herself in the mirror.
Matt smiles from behind, puts her strong calloused hands around Foggy's hips. Her short hair is a mess in the mornings yet the woman still looks gorgeous. Foggy would be jealous. If that same woman didn't brush her lips over her neck. They're still wet, from what they did under the sheets just a few minutes ago. Matt nips at Foggy's skin; Foggy melts under Matt's sharp touch.
"Good morning to you too," Foggy groans, trying her hardest to get the damn toothpaste.
Matt hums in response. Swipes her tongue over the bite. Foggy shivers.
"Come back to bed," Matt orders, if gently. "I'm not done with you."
"We kind of need to go to the office, babe."
"Thank God we make our own hours then."
And Matt laughs, in that annoying but charming way that drives Foggy mad, the kind of madness which drove her to kiss Matt in the first place, last night, at the office, after another row of Matt, again, putting herself unnecessarily in harm's way, and Foggy, again, having a problem that her best friend might just not show up one day.
"C'mon, Fogs," Matt said, dismissively. "I've dealt with worse."
"Oh, I'm sure you've dealt with worse, Matty. All you know is deal with horrendous circumstances and take it like a good catholic girl. But in case you've forgotten—people care about you. I care about you! God, what if… What if I never see you again, uh? What then?"
Matt furrowed her brows at Foggy's proclamation, lips forming into a thin line, eyes downcast. She looked like a kicked little puppy; but Foggy stayed strong.
"Foggy, you know… You know this city needs me. We talked about this."
"Yeah? And I need you."
Matt turned quiet, gaze fixed on her tight bruised hands. That is, before she leaned forward. And laughed.
Foggy wanted to strangle her.
"Fuck you, Matt," she shot back. "Go ahead and get yourself killed! I don't care anymore."
Foggy made a run for it, quick on her heels. She got about three steps in before Matt caught her, pulled her by the arm, chest to chest. Matty was just a few inches taller but it made all the difference. Foggy felt like she was being pinned. Brought to heel.
"You don't get it," Matt said, still chuckling. "Foggy, can't you see? You're the reason I…"
"What?" She pushed, too far gone herself. "I'm the reason what?"
Foggy felt Matt's fingers brush over the top of her hand, gentle if demanding, climbing up her arm. It left her unbalanced and shivering. Those same fingers came to rest on Foggy's cheek. Caressed her as if she was something delicate.
Matt smiled, soft and small and tender; and it felt too much yet not enough.
"You're the reason I always try to come back, Foggy."
The breath was knocked out of her. Her heart wouldn't stop screaming.
For a moment.
Then Matt laughed in her insane vulnerable little way, and Foggy kissed her.
They made out on Matt's desk before Foggy reeled in her self-control to suggest her place to spend the night.
"Lead the way," Matt said, as if she didn't know where Foggy lived, as if she hadn't mapped out every inch of her apartment.
And now where they were—the morning after. Content and satisfied and both eager for more.
Foggy turns around, just far enough to reach Matt's cheek, leaves a kiss of her own, teeth nipping at the blushing skin. She hears Matt laugh, her breath close to Foggy. She shudders.
"Yeah, fuck it," she murmurs back. "That's why we're our own bosses, uh? To have lazy morning sex as long as we like."
"The best damn reason, I think."
And they both laugh and kiss and leave the bathroom to go back to that warm inviting bed.
ur art is so inspiring! as soon as i move out of my parents' house i can actually start commissioning you lol 😂 can u draw fem!matt and fem!mello as a cute edgy couple?
this was soooo fun!! thank you for requesting this! Yah?? If more people commission me maybe I can finally replace my 5+ year old wacom ;P
for @puppee-universe, @killingcharacters and @captainredsweaters cause they are eddsworld trash and I love my design for Matilda OKAY LET HER WEAR CUTE DRESSES!!
Edit* they are green roses on her dress not snails-
