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okay look I usually don't leave comments on porny fics, I just read them on go on my way but. fuck holy god this is so hot and also I am swooning and yes Foggy you're a fucking sex hero. sex god. is there a higher level bc that is probably Foggy right now, best ideas ever.

hHAHA thank you!

i put my name on this thing so when i'm dead and my family has to clean up my online accounts they can all be shamed. :D

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4303611

Oh my god, this was delicious <3

Foggy freaking out and sobbing onto Matt in terror at having his soul dragged to Hell, nothing cutesy about that moment. : DDD
- Hahaha, you have a point there... xD

And I imagine things are not exactly pleasant down in Hell. It being, y’know, HELL. And Matt has been lying about his identity for like ten years.
- Yeah, for sure, but Matt's been popping away on business to go check things out and make sure everything's still running to his satisfaction, so it's not too out of control. Daddy's watching. XD

Currently I have THREE distinct groups of friends I share fandoms with, then there’s other fandoms I don’t know people in very well but I am in the fandoms.
- Colour me impressed! I'm antisocial enough (and I don't create much content) that there are only a couple of people I speak to in each of my fandoms... :P

I’m gonna cheer that runaway muse so long as it doesn’t stress you out.
Just mentioned is fine, to be honest.
- You're totally welcome to cheer that muse on! It's in my notes as something to keep in mind while I write in case there are places it'd appropriately fit in. :)

Cross-fandom cameos are the best. ;)

That's true re: evil!Matt... but then I would definitely not be the one writing it, ahaha. :P

Guiltily having sexy thoughts about Matt and Matt’s abs and Matt’s pretty lips and masturbating and then freaking out and panicking and panicking that Matt will feel his panic OH NOES.
- *cacklessss*

I love the idea of him just like, swooning over Foggy’s soul. Leering at his soul. Feeling guilty for leering at Foggy’s soul.
- THIS IS IT EXACTLY. THIS IS MY DEVIL!MATT WHO SHREDS SOULS AND COMMANDS INFERNAL LEGIONS AND THEN LASHES HIMSELF WITH HIS OWN GUILT COMPLEX FOR STILL BEING DRAWN TO SUCH BEAUTY.
"I want it. But I will corrupt it. But it's not corrupted yet! ...But I want to corrupt it. But it's so pretty, I must not touch it! ...But I want to touch it."

Like when a cat rips open the bag of catnip and flails around for a while.
- Except the cat then gets high and derps around like they're on drugs. XD

Ohhh, okay! In that case, I'll just go ahead and write chunks that feel complete enough to post as I write them. :D I don't want to take so long that I lose you, but my next week or so is pretty packed! XD

Ahahahahahah. He hasn’t had someone to answer to for a long time … UNTIL NOW.
*cue Foggy yelling in the distance*
--- "GOD BLESS IT, MATTHEW, I TOLD YOU TO PICK UP THE ORGANIC MILK ON THE WAY HOME FROM REAPING SOULS."
... i'M SORRY, that was the first thing that came to mind. xD

Thank you for reading and replying! Anon1, what makes you think this isn't going to end well? *evil grin* Anon2, Hmm, I wonder if Foggy actually would fight, or if he'd just try to defend himself while trying to talk Matt out of it. It would have to be something pretty hefty to get Foggy to try to beat up Matt, I think. But, yeah, back to your comment, Foggy's trauma is indeed lurking in his subconscious, waiting for the right trigger to bring it out.

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By the time they got to Matt’s apartment on the sixth floor, Foggy could see that his friend was no longer trying to hide his limp. They’d been walking most of the afternoon; first to see Sergeant Brett Mahoney, to talk to him about the Daredevil Fanclub and ask if the police couldn’t show up at the Watch Party, or at least somehow warn the members not to approach Daredevil, and then to go grocery shopping for Matt.

“You should put some ice on your leg,” Foggy said as Matt unlocked the door.

“I don’t think ice will help,” Matt said.

“It’s basic first aid,” Foggy said. “RICE – rest, ice, compression, elevation. You got any ice in here?”

“There are some cold packs in the freezer.” Matt led the way in and used his right hand to gesture towards what Foggy assumed would be the kitchen.

“Right, then, you go sit down and I’ll bring you one—“ Foggy stopped as he got his first glimpse of Matt’s living quarters, illuminated by an electronic advertisement exactly opposite the windows. “You have that thing shining in your living room all the time? Good thing you’re blind!”

Matt laughed a little. “That’s pretty much what you said the first time. But the rent’s cheaper, anyway.”

Foggy used the brighter moments to find a light switch in the kitchen area. “Hey, Matt, you ever see Blade Runner?”

“Nope,” Matt replied, sinking down onto the sofa. “Haven’t seen it, or Firefly, or Serenity, or Almost Human, either.”

“How’d you know I was going to ask that next?” Foggy put the shopping bags on the counter and opened the freezer.

“Because that was the next thing you said, that it reminded you of all those futuristic science fiction shows.”

“So Almost Human is one of those shows? And I probably saw it, but don’t remember, right?” Foggy finally found the ice pack. As he walked into the living area, he continued, “Do you remember what I said about it, did I like it, should I watch it again?”

Matt jumped slightly as Foggy placed the ice pack over his right knee. “I don’t – I don’t remember.”

“Sorry,” Foggy said. “I should have warned you. You got any ace bandages here, you want me to wrap it up?”

“No, this is fine,” Matt said, and as Foggy turned to go back to the kitchen, he saw how Matt moved the ice pack from his knee to a spot higher up on his thigh. He shrugged mentally, and turned his attention back to the groceries.

“Hey, Matt, you got a Braille labeler in here somewhere?”

“Should be in the drawer.”

“Which one? No, wait, I found it. You want me to make dinner while I’m here? I haven’t forgotten how to make spaghetti. Or you’ve pretty much got everything I need to do my mom’s Easy Cheesy Casserole.”

“You spoil me for choice,” Matt said. “Easy Cheesy, if you don’t mind. And thanks, Foggy.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

Foggy decided to assemble the casserole first and slide it into the oven, then take on the task of labeling all the cans and packages and putting them away. When he’d finished and there were still a few minutes left before the food was ready, he went into the living area. Matt had become increasingly quiet while Foggy was working, and now he sat sideways on the couch, his right leg up on the cushions and his head bowed as though he’d nodded off. But as Foggy approached, he looked up.

“I can go home, if you’re too tired,” Foggy offered. He had to explore his apartment at some point anyway, get familiar with it now that he knew it really was his and not just a practical joke, but although he knew he was putting it off, he didn’t know why.

“I wasn’t asleep,” Matt said with a quick but guilty smile. “I was meditating.”

“Meditating?” Foggy asked. That was a new one. “Since when do you meditate?”

“I’ve always done it,” Matt said. “Just, usually, not when you were around.”

“What do you need to meditate about?” Remembering Karen from the office, Foggy couldn’t help adding, “Girls?”

“Sometimes.” Matt showed his quick smile again, but then he patted his leg. “To-day, to help with the pain.”

“Sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor?” Foggy knew he’d asked that before, and wasn’t surprised when Matt shook his head.

“You could take an aspirin or something,” Foggy went on.

“It just needed some rest,” Matt said. He straightened up and swung his leg around so that his foot rested on the floor again. “See? It feels better already.”

“You don’t have any aspirin, do you?” Foggy hadn’t seen any in the kitchen. Now he headed towards the bathroom, ignoring Matt’s protests, and checked the cabinets there. There was one plastic bottle of ibuprofen, but when Foggy lifted it up, he could tell it was empty.

“You know what?” he said, coming back into the living area. “We passed a drugstore on the way here, I’m going to go buy you some.”

Matt tried again. “Fog, it’s okay, I don’t need it, I’m fine.”

“Nope, I’m doing this. Don’t know why you didn’t think of it while we were shopping, but you cannot convince me that you can just meditate the pain away. You’re not some kind of Jedi, Matt.”

Matt sighed. “Foggy—“

“You don’t really want to stop me or you would have gotten up to block the door,” Foggy said.

“I was only going to ask you to take out the garbage if you’re going downstairs anyway. It must be pretty full by now,” Matt said, and Foggy stopped, surprised, in the act of reaching for his jacket.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said, then added quietly, “I knew you weren’t okay.”

He pulled the edges of the garbage bag together and made a knot , then pulled it out of the container. There was a ripping sound, and something clattered to the floor.

“Damn,” he said, and bent down to pick it up.

The smell.

The garbage.

Bending over.

And all the bad memories came back.

*screams silently*

OP: Oh nooooooonnnnee :< (I always look forward to your updates!)

This writing is so awesome. My heart keeps catching in my throat as I read it.

*screams incoherently*

(That's me liking this chapter, really)

...I'm wondering what I have to bribe you with in order to make this happen XD

*FIFA ANNOUNCER VOICE* GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE PLEASED TO HAVE ONE OF MY PROMPTS FILLED AND BY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE? IS IT CHRISTMAS?

this was so hot. oh my god. i think i might have spontaneously combusted.

No worries, A!a ^.^ I can't wait to read what you write up next for this. My heart is already clenching in anticipation.

noooooooo this is going to be so horrible! can't wait to read it though

i just want to roll around in this fic FOREVER. mygod. it's so - i mean, they're friends! good amazing takin' care of each other friends! and the death/going to the afterlife scene, i could not stop making the happy-squeak noises!!

(author!anon here!)

;____; Thank you, thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying it!! :D ♥

Then what if Matt changes back in the middle of the night while sleeping with foggy on his bed? What events would take place when Foggy wakes up to find his hot, naked, best friend Matt curled up next to him?

Author Anon:

omg I AM SO HAPPY YOU NOTICED THAT (re: male gaze) thank you!

Author Anon:

I know, right?! Same as Matt!! ;-)

Author Anon!

Hahahaha, so true tho! Matt is going to be very sorry he underestimated her.

(ngl, I MAY have prompted a fisk spanks matt thing and got tired of waiting for it to be filled, lol)

Author Anon:

I'm going to assume you meant "raping him with himself" and.... hm. You know, I never thought of it that way, but you're kind of right anon! :-O Good observation!

Please notice that I have changed my mind about how many parts this will be.

"Excuse me, is this room 312?" the voice asked.

Foggy looked up and asked who the person was looking for, embarrassed to realize that the man was blind. His empathy kicked in hard as he remembered the emotions he associated with the disability, connections he'd made as a child. Fear of the darkness. Helplessness. Frustration. He shook them off quickly, dismissing them with barely a second thought as he did whenever his abilities dared to resurface, and apologized.

The feelings surged forward into his conscious thought again briefly when the man asked if his blindness would be a problem, along with a sadness that lingered, and Foggy realized that the person in front of him was his new roommate. He quickly reassured the man in front of him that it wouldn't be a problem and changed the subject, his cheerfulness relentless in the face of the feelings bubbling up underneath the dull haze of his suppressants. It wasn't often that he picked up strong emotions from anyone anymore. He didn't like it.

Once he knew the man was Matt Murdock, he remembered reading about Matt's accident in the paper as a kid, used it as a topic of conversation, a way to prattle on and avoid dealing with his own uncomfortableness at the emotions the man was transferring to him without realizing. He joked, did everything he could to get the man to smile, chuckle, be put at ease by him. He even hit on him just to get him to blush and feel the heat of the compliment. And it worked. Foggy felt the rush of awkward feelings fade, told himself that he would double up on his suppressants later just to make himself feel better, and headed off to get coffee with Matt, certain that ultimately the two of them would get along just fine.

And if, later, Foggy had to drag Matt back to their room so he could drink something stronger than coffee, he convinced himself it was only celebratory and had nothing to do with the way the man was affecting him.

"Hey Foggy?" Matt asked from where he was studying quietly on the bed in the dorm room.

"Yeah Matt?" Foggy asked, looking up from his position laying on his stomach own bed watching television.

"Can I ask you something kind of personal?" Matt asked.

Foggy just grinned, even though he knew Matt couldn't tell. "Of course! We live together. It's not like we can really keep a lot of secrets from each other anyway."

"I just..." Matt started to ask, but lost the nerve.

"Just come out with it already, Murdock! Geez!" Foggy said, hoping to push his friend into feeling more comfortable talking to him about anything.

Matt smiled. Mission accomplished. "I was wondering about the pills you take. I noticed that you take them a few times a day. And there's a lot of them. Do you have a medical condition I should know about? In case anything happens."

"Oh," said Foggy, trying to sound casual but surprised by the question since he hadn't expected Matt to notice. "No. I'm fine, buddy. You don't have to worry about me. Those are just my X gene suppressants." Foggy internally crossed his fingers that the man wouldn't be upset to find out that his roommate was a mutant who hid it from him.

"You're... the X gene?" Matt said, clearly trying to wrap his head around it. "You're a mutant?"

"Yep. Well, not really," said Foggy, hopeful. "They're suppressants, right? So technically I am. But it's not like I have any powers or anything."

"Right," Matt said. "But you did?" Matt asked, curious.

"When I was a kid I could sort of... feel stuff. People's emotions. Empathy, you know?" Foggy said. "It was pretty minor in the scheme of things, but I didn't want to deal with it and so... suppressants."

"And they work?" Matt asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Foggy said, reassuring him. "Totally. So you don't have to worry about it. Aside from the DNA being a little different, I'm totally normal. I promise."

"Good," said Matt, but Foggy suspected that there was more his feelings on the subject than that. He never found out though. Apparently, he had sufficiently sent Matt a vibe indicating that he didn't want to talk about it, and so it didn't come up again.

But Foggy was too perceptive not to know, deep down, that there were a lot of things that they never talked about. He just didn't want to deal with it. That's what the pills were for, after all.

Foggy looked up from his laptop, startled by the sound of the slamming door as Matt entered the room in a furious rage. "Dude! What the hell?" he asked. He hated when Matt got angry like this. He always refused to talk about it and It meant that his bad moods could linger for days, draining Foggy's energy and patience.

"I got a D on the case study response for McConnell's class," Matt said, slamming his backpack down on his bed. "A D! Which means that I can't get higher than a B in the class, which means that my entire GPA could be effected."

"Oh, man, really?" Foggy said sympathetically. He shook his head as he remembered that assignment. "I hate to say this, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I kind of saw that coming."

"I know," Matt responded. "McConnell hates me. And he assigned that case study to me on purpose to get me to react. He knew that as a blind man I would have difficulty formulating a defense strategy for a woman accused of murdering her child due to the expenses and stress related to the child's disability. I should file a complaint."

"You could," Foggy said, "but if you did, you'd be doing exactly what McConnell wants, proving to him that you shouldn't be here."

"What?" Matt asked, shocked. "Foggy..."

"C'mon, Matt!" Foggy said. "I'm with you, I am. McConnell's an ass, and I don't blame you for being upset. But you know as well as I do that you deserved the D. You got too emotional, took it too personally, and so it impacted the work you did. Which is exactly what a good lawyer is not supposed to do."

"So what?" Matt said, "Am I just supposed to be indifferent? Cast aside my basic decency and morality?"

Foggy sighed. "I know that you have this vision in your mind that being a lawyer means fighting against injustice and standing up for people in need. I've heard you quote Thurgood Marshall, I know how passionate you are, Matt. But you're going to have to learn how to work within the reality of what the law means. The law is reason, free from passion. That's Aristotle! Fundamental. Built into the concept. We're here to learn how to separate out our emotions from our ability to reason to reach ultimate truths. That's how we help people, and that's why I'm here."

Matt slumped down to sit on his bed, looking defeated. "You're right," he said quietly. "Dammit. I can't believe I got a D. I let him get to me."

"It'll be fine," Foggy said. "It's not like all your other grades aren't impossibly high. If anything, this has put me off of my growing suspicion that maybe you are actually a robot programmed for higher learning. Your possible secret is safe for a little while longer. Plus, knowing you, you're already planning how to fit in extra credit work to make up for it."

"Yeah, I am," Matt said, sighing and laying back on the bed. "Hey, Foggy?" he asked, head turning in an attempt to look Foggy in the eyes.

"Yeah?" said Foggy, returning to his own studying.

"Do you really believe that?" he asked. "That there's no truth in people's emotions? That separating out how you feel about things helps people?"

"Take it from a guy who was once able to feel everything," Foggy replied, "People are better off when they don't let strong emotions get in their way and cloud their judgment."

Matt looked like he wanted to say something, to ask Foggy to elaborate, but he didn't. Foggy was grateful. He didn't want to talk about it.

"Are you still here?" Marci asked as Foggy lazily moved to turn off his phone's alarm and sit up. She whacked him in the side with her arm, irritated.

"Yeah, sorry," Foggy said. "You wore me out last night, woman! I wore you out too, apparently, so you didn't notice and I didn't think it would be a big deal."

"Foggy Bear, you need to ask permission next time," Marci said. "I don't want you getting any big ideas about this being a relationship or something."

"Believe me, I have none," Foggy said. And he didn't. He knew what he had with Marci, and he wanted to preserve it as much as she did. What they had was simple. Fun. It was good conversation and great sex. For her, it meant he paid for dinner or drinks. And at the end of the day, there were no hard feelings. In fact, there were no feelings at all.

Feelings were messy, especially lately. His control seemed to be deteriorating and more and more strong emotions had been bleeding through his defenses. His doctor had doubled the dosage of his suppressants.

Initially, Foggy has suspected that it might be Matt's fault. Matt had wormed his way into Foggy's heart like an adorable but wounded puppy. The more Foggy learned about the man's life and struggles, the more his empathy kicked in, investing him in Matt's world in a way that he wondered if the other man had noticed.

But in the end, the culprit was just his age. His doctor had told him what he was experiencing was typical. Apparently, many mutants' abilities became more developed as they transitioned into adulthood, and his had already been very developed for his age when he began taking them. Foggy had been surprised, and more than a little terrified, when the doctor told him this. His memories of his childhood before he began taking his suppressants were slowly fading the further he got from them, into a dull haze of sadness, loneliness, frustration and fear. Thinking about what might happen if the pills ever stopped working made Foggy's gut churn with anxiety, his heart beat fast in his chest. He didn't want to think about it.

"I'll see you in class later?" he asked Marci as pulled on his shirt and grabbed his backpack.

"Maybe," said Marci.

As he left, Foggy realized that he didn't care if he saw her or not. It probably should have bothered him more than it did.

Foggy listened patiently as Matt quoted Marshall at him, once again, in their tiny windowless broom closet at Landman and Zach. "We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent..."

"...from the fear." Foggy finished the sentence, having heard it so many times before.

"Do you think what happened in there today was right?" Matt asked, and Foggy reflected on how often this same argument had happened between him and Matt over their years of friendship. Sometimes he wished that Matt could just give an inch and agree to disagree with him rather than force the issue, but he understood why it never happened. Was grateful for it, even.

"No, Matt, I don't think it was right," Foggy said, frustration in his voice. Didn't the man know him better than that by now? "But according to the law, if he did disclose trade secrets to a third party other than his doctor..."

"He didn't," said Matt, and the certainty in his voice irritated Foggy. How could Matt be that certain about anything? Foggy could feel it, knew it to be true. It pushed itself forward into his conscious thought alongside the potent mix of determination, optimism and fierceness that he'd come to associate with the man who he would follow anywhere.

"How the hell do you know?" Foggy asked.

"Because I... I have a feeling," Matt replied.

"Last time I checked," Foggy said, "those are inadmissable." He continued trying to convince Matt to be practical, to think about the larger picture, to not let his emotions get in the way of their success, of their bright future at Landman and Zach. But in the end, it was futile. Before the argument even began, Foggy knew in his heart that Matt would win. He always did.

Foggy was surprisingly okay with that.

Author Anon:

Hahaha, I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far! (I've since completed it, btw: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4302543)

I'm glad you liked that line, re: Matt overlooking Vanessa as the Devil. I basically jumped on the vague D/s vibes I picked up from Vanessa and Fisk and ran straight to hell with it, lol. I like the idea of PuppetMaster!Vanessa. >D

You know it’s almost a shame they can’t hear him screaming, but then they couldn’t do this in his own apartment, so I think that’s a fair trade as far as they’re concerned.

Oh they can hear him scream; it's just muffled enough that the elderly neighbour won't hear, lol. He's actually trying to say most of the italicized begging and it's just coming out as frightened babbling to them, heh heh.

now she’s taking photographic evidence to enjoy later and relive it again and again.

I was actually really stuck on whether she'd do this or not. They've been otherwise really careful about not leaving evidence behind to incriminate themselves with (they used condoms, they washed him after, they took his sheets and the escrima sticks and, you can assume, his entire vigilante outfit). It would be pretty incriminating to be caught with those pics, but Vanessa is such a sadist she couldn't help herself, lol.

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment! <3

lol, Thank you! >D

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Re: matt/foggy, vibrators the end piece of it

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