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coprime_recs) wrote2023-06-05 11:12 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2023-06-05 11:12 pm
Daredevil: You won't get better till you're worse by annperkinsface
You won't get better till you're worse (Foggy/Matt | PG | 6,021 words): After the dissolution of Nelson and Murdock at the end of Season 2, Foggy tries to live his life. THere's just something about fics where Foggy and Matt reconcile that I love. This one really lets us see how Foggy is both handling and not handling Matt being gone from his life. It's angsty without feeling over dramatic, to me.
Excerpt:
"You are good," Foggy says. He can't help but wrap an arm around her, giving a fond squeeze. "Lois Lane and Vicki Vale ain't got nothing on Karen Page."
Karen tips her head onto his shoulder, long hair brushing his collarbone. He can hear the smile in her voice. "Damn straight."
Foggy smiles into her hair. He needed this, he realizes. He can't say Jones was wrong about him being maudlin, not after Josie's. His sigh ruffles the top of her head and Karen shifts back to look at him, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
"Show me what you're working on," he says, instead, because they've got a schedule for these things, damn it. Or a routine at least. Drunken commiseration can happen when there are no deadlines afoot.
Karen frowns. "I'm tabling this because I feel like it's a vodka conversation," she says, "but I need you to know that was the worst deflection of all time and you're fooling absolutely no one."
Excerpt:
"You are good," Foggy says. He can't help but wrap an arm around her, giving a fond squeeze. "Lois Lane and Vicki Vale ain't got nothing on Karen Page."
Karen tips her head onto his shoulder, long hair brushing his collarbone. He can hear the smile in her voice. "Damn straight."
Foggy smiles into her hair. He needed this, he realizes. He can't say Jones was wrong about him being maudlin, not after Josie's. His sigh ruffles the top of her head and Karen shifts back to look at him, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
"Show me what you're working on," he says, instead, because they've got a schedule for these things, damn it. Or a routine at least. Drunken commiseration can happen when there are no deadlines afoot.
Karen frowns. "I'm tabling this because I feel like it's a vodka conversation," she says, "but I need you to know that was the worst deflection of all time and you're fooling absolutely no one."