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Hope this is close to what you were looking for! Tweaked the prompt a little so Mattie and Foggy aren't roomies, but they live next door to each other.

***

Freshman year

It’s past midnight, and Foggy has his music on, so he thinks he imagines the knocking.

“Hey, Foggy?” Mattie’s voice comes through the door.

“Hey!” He pulls open the door. “What’s up?”

She’s got her jacket on, and her backpack on her shoulder, and the crease between her eyebrows that says she’s annoyed at something (hopefully not that she’s been knocking on his door for a while). She shifts from one foot to the other, adjusting her grip on her cane.

“Oh, um…do you have a blanket I can borrow?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Why?”

She’s about to answer when Foggy hears it - the unmistakeable rhythmic sound of fun times being had in Mattie’s room next door. Mattie runs her hand over her face in the gesture Foggy has dubbed “Mattie Murdock is done with your shit,” and makes an irritated little noise.

“That.”

“Angela sexiled you?” he says, grinning.

“Yeah,” she says, not amused, then shakes her head. “I’m just gonna crash in the common room, and I’d really appreciate not having to sleep under my jacket.”

Foggy can’t have that.

“Nah, c’mon in, you can crash here.” He reaches out to touch her shoulder, but she waves a hand in front of her.

“It’s OK, seriously, I can sleep on one of the couches -“

“And get woken up every five minutes by every asshole pulling an all-nighter?” Exams have just started, and there’s always someone trying to brew coffee or make ramen at three in the morning. “Seriously, you look exhausted, you need a decent night’s sleep.” He gently touches her shoulder (he’s learned over the past few months how not to startle her) and guides her into his room. “Not to mention I’m pretty sure those couches haven’t been cleaned since September.” Mattie’s nose wrinkles in agreement as he closes the door behind her.

“That’s…almost certainly true,” she says, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth (that mouth…). She reaches out and finds Foggy’s nightstand with her cane, and puts her backpack down beside it.

“Good. So, you can take my bed, and I’ll take Jason’s until he gets back.”

Mattie straightens up and turns to face him.

“Wait, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed, Foggy. And what are you going to do when he gets back?”

“Sleep on the floor,” he says, reasonably. He thought this was obvious, what with the oh-so-in-demand extra blanket being available.

That earns him the confused look on her face that says she can’t believe what just came out of his mouth. It’s the same look she gave him back in September, back when they first met. ("You’re just a girl, right? A really, really good-looking girl. Oh, God, sorry, that was weird.")

“Don’t be an idiot, Foggy.”

“Well, I’d spoon with Jason, but we haven’t quite reached that level of friendship yet.”

“Fine. OK.” She presses her lips together, the way she does when she’s looking for an answer she knows is there. “Share with me, then, just don’t sleep on the floor, please.”

Foggy thinks his brain might have short-circuited, because it’s now stuck on a loop of “no, it’s fine, it’s totally fine, this is just fine.” They’re friends, and friends can platonically share a (very small) bed.

“I promise I’ll be a gentleman,” she says.

“Good, because my virtue is precious to me,” Foggy deadpans. Mattie grins, and Foggy’s stomach tightens. “Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”

She leans her cane against the wall next to her backpack, and sits on his bed to take off her shoes and jacket, which she tucks away with the rest of her stuff. Her glasses are placed carefully on the nightstand, and her belt is slipped out from her jeans, wound around her hand, and laid on top of the pile. Foggy clears his laptop off the bed, closing it and leaving it on his desk, and wonders exactly how much clothing she’s going to take off. The answer turns out to be “none”, as she slips into his bed fully clothed in her jeans and t-shirt. Foggy doesn’t know if he should be relieved or disappointed.

“I’ll get the light,” he says.

“Really doesn’t matter to me.”

Foggy’s still getting used to Mattie’s blind jokes, ("Most people dance around me like I’m made of glass.") so he just chuckles quietly as he flicks off the lights and makes his way back to the bed in the dark. He’s already in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and while he’d normally take his shirt off to sleep, he thinks it best to follow Mattie’s lead. He climbs in next to her, not quite sure where he can put his hands, when he hears a tiny “shit” from her, and she sits up straight. There’s a quiet rustling, then the sound of cloth landing on cloth somewhere in the vicinity of the nightstand.

“Forgot to take my bra off,” she says, lying back down. Because knowing that makes everything better for Foggy.

He feels her curl onto her side, her back to him, so he turns too, keeping his hands to himself, squeezed between his chest and her back. There’s not much room, and while he knows for a fact that both of them have experience fitting two bodies into these narrow beds, he doesn’t think the lessons learned really apply in this situation. Speaking of two bodies on one bed -

“Oh, my God, are they still going at it?” he whispers, as he hears Angela’s voice getting higher and higher (and louder and louder).

“Yup,” Mattie whispers back grimly.

“Should we time them or something?”

Mattie’s body shakes with a quiet laugh, but then she yawns.

“Maybe next time,” she says, adjusting herself against the mattress. Foggy feels her shoulder blade move against his knuckles. “Hey, Foggy, can you move your hand? It’s kinda digging into me.”

Foggy pulls his hand out from between them, but has no idea where he can put it. She must feel him hesitate, because she gives a little huff, reaches behind her, and pulls his arm around her waist. This has the added result of pulling him flush against her back, her (perfect) butt cradled in his lap. Great. Now he’s going to be terrified of moving all night, and the soundtrack provided by Angela and friend is not helping. But Mattie seems to relax with his arm around her, and her hand on his will at least keep his arm from shifting up or down into the danger areas. He shifts his fingers so that they’re laced with hers, and listens to her breathing slow, and wonders how on earth she can sleep with Angela wailing like a banshee next door.

When he wakes up, he’s pleased to note that he has not accidentally touched Mattie inappropriately during the night. Their fingers are still intertwined on her stomach, so he reaches across her with his other arm to grab his phone and check the time. 9:16, which is entirely too early for any self-respecting undergrad to be awake. He puts the phone down, and glances at her, curled up and nestled against him. Like a tiny kitten, he thinks, the image making him feel warm and cozy, partly because Mattie would hate it.

“Hey,” comes Jason’s voice from the other side of the room.

“Hey,” whispers Foggy, holding his finger to his lips, and pointing down at Mattie.

“Did you two finally…?” Jason raises his eyebrows suggestively. Foggy shakes his head.

“Nah, man, we’re not like that,” he whispers, but apparently, it’s too loud, because Mattie shifts and opens her eyes, and for once, Foggy doesn’t know what the look on her face is saying.

Ooh, I like. I like how this is a fic that skirts the line between pining and building a friendship without going into "Nice Guy Syndrome" territory at all. You've depicted a relationship is amorphous but deepening: I love how the last line leaves things open on both sides.

So cute! I love this!

this is incredibly sweet!

Author anon here! So...these two totally ate my brain, and this little fic has now expanded into epic proportions. So I've started posting it on ao3 as The One Constant:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5802028/chapters/13372255

Chapter 1 is actually a closer fill of the original prompt, and Chapter 2 will be this fill.

Daredevil Prompt Post #8

FILL: Fem!Matt and Foggy - BFF's and still awkward beginning

Re: FILL: Fem!Matt and Foggy - BFF's and still awkward beginning

Re: FILL: Fem!Matt and Foggy - BFF's and still awkward beginning

Re: FILL: Fem!Matt and Foggy - BFF's and still awkward beginning

Re: FILL: Fem!Matt and Foggy - BFF's and still awkward beginning