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“Is this how high school Foggy spent his free time?” Matt asks, amused, watching Foggy open the tiny window in his childhood bedroom and prop it up with an old yearbook.
“I was too square,” Foggy says. “Nobody sold the vice president of the student council drugs. Maybe the president because she had their respect but not me.”
“So no action in this twin bed, either?” Matt asks.
“Only with myself,” Foggy says, “but I am, of course, a very tender lover.”
“Of course,” Matt echoes, solemnly.
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17 Jun 2026
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They are the most adorable things in the entire goddamn universe
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A Negro man in a suit like that, in a car like that, in a town like this…
It was bait, and Stack was counting on a bite.Series
- Part 3 of Through the Years
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Dex had to admit, he was kind of enjoying this.
The firm squeeze of Matt’s grip on his shoulder shoving him forward, the soft growl of his voice cursing his existence, the fire spreading up his side replacing the noise in his head—all of it drove Dex higher until he was floating above his body.
A hysterical giggle threatened to wriggle its way out from underneath his fractured ribs. The two of them—sworn enemies—forced to work together for the sake of the grand design. This was perfect. This was poetic. This was….
Or, Dex learns to relinquish control, and Matt learns to take it.
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So, Dex forced himself to shut up. But Murdock still didn’t move, only cocked his head a little to the side, eyes drifting away in thought. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast.” He spoke quietly, and Dex felt like a fucking wine glass ready to shatter from the rumble in his throat. Matt was testing him. Seeing if he’d cower from this.. display. But what the hell was he hoping would happen?
His eyes darted in between the other man’s, back and forth and back and forth—his heart was only beating faster, and Matt knew, God, he fucking knew—Dex was a cornered animal, and this guy was just waiting for him to lose his shit. His eyes drifted to the cut, the spark of joy at its existence immediately overwhelmed by.. this. “You know that’s creepy, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” A hand crept towards his face. Dex briefly thought that he would burst into flames.
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His thumbs found the ridge of the brow bones — pronounced, heavier than average, the architecture of a face built for bluntness. He moved carefully along the brow line, feeling the place on the left where something had struck in the recent past, a bruise barely formed, the skin faintly tender. He found the narrow scar above the left eyebrow — old, thin as a thread, almost unnoticeable, the raised seam of something that had been deep once and handled badly.
He traced it without thinking."That one's old," Dex said.
"I know."
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Dex breaks into Matt's apartment, Matt begrudgingly helps him. I tried to stay pretty in character for this, however not totally sure I succeeded lol. Also I have no idea if this is a good summary, either! :’^D
(Changed Title to “Man of War” Radiohead reference lol, I feel like the song is more fitting for the dex pov of their dynamic in a strange way…)