Marvel Universe: You Always Kill My (Sugar) High by 94BottlesOfSnapple and neonbrutalism

You Always Kill My (Sugar) High (Gwen-Matt | PG13 | 7,116 words): Gwen convinces Matt Murderdock to chaperone her and her friends while they trick-or-treat. This is a super fun fic with great character interactions, a lot of humor, and a bit of scary as befitting a Halloween fic.

Excerpt:
"You've certainly gotten very comfortable making demands, Gwendolyn."

And there he went, doing the Big Bad Kingpin pose, his feet shoulder-width apart and the white cane that also served as a sheath for his katana planted firmly between them. But she wasn't going to be cowed.

"I learned that from you," she told him, poisonously sweet.

And... There. The implication that she was learning from him, beginning to take after him, sent a flicker of— pride, maybe? — across his face. Which was, of course, the moment that Gwen realized it was probably true. She'd hardly picked up this calculated manipulation from anyone else. Gwen pushed the thought away before Murdock could smell out her weak point, or whatever it was he did. This was for her friends.

Murdock blew out a breath and rolled his shoulders a little as the silence stretched between them. And then another flicker of a smile passed across his face, barely there before it was gone.

"I can't imagine your father would approve of my chaperoning you," he pointed out with an 'oh well, what can you do' kind of shrug. "Nor your friends' parents."

Wow. He really thought he had an ace in the hole with that one, huh? Gwen had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

Marvel Universe: The More Things Change by thelonebamf

The More Things Change (Gwen, Foggy-Matt | G | 5,535 words): Gwen can't figure out what Matt Murderdock's doing at the Dollar Dog. This is a lot of fun with Gwen trying to figure out what Matt's motives are and some cute Matt and Foggy.

Excerpt:
"I shouldn't have to be the one sneaking around," she mumbled to herself, pulling the oil soaked wrapper from her first dog. "I was here first."

The worst part of it all was that she couldn't even focus on her food. Gwen was so wrapped up in watching Murdock that she found herself gnawing on the stick of her first corn dog without having tasted a single bite. And weirdly? He still wasn't doing a thing.

Well, that wasn't strictly true. He'd picked up his order and taken a seat at the only other booth in the establishment, but had made no moves after that. Instead, he sat stone-still, hands resting on either side of his tray with an intense look of concentration that would have been more at home at a chess championship than a greasy bodega turned nightclub.