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D'aww, cute and funny and slightly disturbing to have Foggy acting like an ass like that.

XD No, no one has any idea what they're doing...except maybe Karen b/c all she wants to do is find out more about Matt's 'boyfriend'.

If this fic comes into existence EVERYTHING WILL BE RIGHT IN THE WORLD AND ALL WILL BE GOOD!!

!!!!!! OMG YAY! :D Looking forward to it!

-INCOHEREANT, WORDLESS SCREAMS OF GLEE-

He may be Daredevil at night, but in his heart- Matt Murdock will always be- The PUNisher.

This is the prompt I didn't know I was waiting my whole life for...

“Karen, there’s something I need to warn you about regarding Matt before you start working here. He has a certain fondness for a notoriously annoying style of humor.”

“Foggy, I have two older brothers. I’m used to a little bit of toilet humor here and there.”

“Oh no. It’s much worse than that.”

“Um...dead babies?”

“No. ...He calls them ‘Mattitudes.’”

“...’Mattitudes?’”

“It’s supposed to be a pun on ‘platitudes.’”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah. Most of the time it’s not too bad, but sometimes it can get a little out of hand. I just thought that you should be forewarned.”

“Alright, thanks for the heads up.”

“Hey Matt, I’m making some tea. Do you want some?”

“No T for me, but I will take a Q if you have one.”

“...No. Just tea. That’s all I’m offering.”

“Karen! We hired you because we thought you had a Q. Nobody else around here does. What a shame to find out that you, too, are Q-less.”

“Matt, I swear I’ll slap you if you don’t stop.”

“Get in line. Or, as they say across the pond, join the queue.”

“Oh my God…”

“Language! ...Also, I think that your tea finished steeping about five minutes ago.”

“Oh! Thanks Matt, I forgot about it.”

“No problem. Wouldn’t want you to miss your cue.”

“Do you want your face to have an unfortunate collision with hot tea? Because if you don’t change your trajectory, that’s right where this conversation is headed.”

“I’m sorry, Karen, I just can’t help myself sometimes. Tell you what, why don’t we go to Josie’s after work for a round of pool?”

“I’m not listening to this.”

“You do know what they call the pool stick, right?”

“Oh look, invoices. I really should get to work on these. In the bakery next door.”

“Their herbed bagels do smell especially good today, so have a good thyme.”

Matt’s smile only grew as he listened to Karen groaning all the way down the stairs.

...To be continued???

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

OMG, yes.

I've never wanted something to be filled more than I want this to be filled

Crying I hate u so much and also I love u anon

Oh my G-d I feel embarrassed as a person about how much I want this prompt.

I totally agree! I admit it's half why I prompted this. He's always telling people off for this in fic, but we literally see him do it himself in the show.

Also he clearly hasn't been to confession in 'too long' - he's not exactly steadfast in his practice, it seems.

Oh my god how did you manage so many painful puns into such a short exchange you GOD/GODDESS

IDK guys, I'd just like to read about Matt getting absolutely wrecked by sex that he ends up crying.

Since I know how much this meme loves to make Matt suffer I should probably specify these are happy tears lol

PERFECT COMMENT IS PERFECT

I love this prompt like burning!

T_T The pain...!

I have some ideas for this OP. Would you be interested in a fill if it was an Omega/Alpha or mpreg universe? And involved non-con? If not, that's fine, but for some reason this prompt and discussion sent my brain spinning in that direction.

The story would focus on Matt/Frank, but would also involve quite a few other heroes, including the Defenders, Spider-Man and Captain America.

"She thought you were dead," came the response. "You were hit by a piece of concrete and the phone was almost crushed. You almost crushed me when you blacked out."

Fisk shifted, trying to assess the damage, but all he could focus on was the overwhelming pain in his shoulder, the way the entire limb hung wrong at his side. "Let me speak to her."

Murdock thrust the phone at him, but he found himself unable to reach for it. After a moment of strained silence, Murdock held it to his ear. Vanessa was saying his name. "I'm here," he said, pained.

"Wilson," she murmured, her voice shaking.

"I- Vanessa, everything is okay.

"You're hurt."

Fisk fell fell silent, at a loss for words. He had to reassure her- even though he was feeling less sure, himself, that he would ever see her again. The building would become their tomb; the air was already beginning to bear down on them, heavy and tangible, as the dust finally settled. All he could hear around him was the slow patter of dirt, the occasional rumble of more debris shifting; there couldn't be anybody coming for them, no matter what Murdock said.

"I will be fine, Vanessa," he said, at length, but even to his ears he sounded resigned. "I- I hope that you will- forgive me. If I ever gave you reason to- worry." He could hear her, labored breathing over the line, but he couldn't dwell on it. He would never be able to finish, if he thought of her, sitting there, alone, holding back her tears. "I love you, my dear. I will be home soon."

"Wilson." He had to close his eyes at the tremor of her voice. "I'll be waiting."

*

Murdock took the phone back and made his own call, and Fisk did his best to not listen, but it was too quiet in their tomb. Murdock was speaking to someone named Foggy- the same name he had said after waking up- as he said his own vague goodbyes that amounted to little more than "I'm just checking up on you," and "goodnight, Foggy." Strangely, he didn't say anything specific about the situation, or mention that he might not be coming back.

So this Foggy didn't know what he did at night. Interesting.

Finally, the phone snapped shut and Murdock fell silent. The darkness was almost too much to bear, after what little illumination the phone had provided. He heard Murdock shifting, then fingers touched his shoulder, testing.

Fisk turned toward him, glaring uselessly into the dark. "What are you doing."

"I think your arm is dislocated," came the terse reply. "I can put it back into the socket, but it's gonna hurt."

"No," Fisk grunted, and Murdock didn't press the issue. He felt the other man trying to scoot away, but only managed a short distance, his knees still brushing Fisk's side. After a moment, Murdock stilled- and then, silence.

*

"How long has it been," Fisk asked after a while. He might have slept, but it was difficult to say. He hadn't dreamed.

Murdock didn't answer. Frowning, Fisk reached out, tentatively, and made contact with his arm. No response, but he was still warm. Asleep, then.

He was cold. He'd thought he pain in his shoulder had receded, but it flared again as he attempted to move, a bright burst behind his eyelids that seemed to light up the darkness. The joint was swollen, his suit jacket tightening around it. They'd have to cut it off- if they were rescued. No. When they were rescued. The lining might prove to be a difficulty, though.

After a moment, Murdock groaned softly, and a hand made contact with his neck, then moved up to the back of his head, searching. Fisk reflexively leaned away, hissing as he jarred his shoulder.

"Oh," Murdock said, after a moment. He sounded tired again, words slurring slightly. The hand withdrew. "Sorry." He paused, then said, "I didn't know you were bald."

"What."

"I can't see what you look like. I just know you're huge and punch really, really hard."

Fisk huffed, amused despite himself. "What else?"

"Well," Murdock said, drawing the word out as though he were thinking. "You smell like sweat more than anything, and soap. Just really plain soap? And no cologne, which is a good thing. People wear too much, like they think the way they smell naturally isn't good enough. It's hell on my nose. If I'm standing too close to someone wearing too much of it that's all I can smell and I get a little disoriented."

"Really." He wasn't sure how to process that, or whether he should be offended.

"I never- I don't think I've ever really told anyone that," Murdock said, almost sounding confused. "Why did I tell you that?" He drew in a shaky breath and exhaled it in a gust, in what could have been a laugh, and went silent again.

After a moment, he realized Murdock was breathing heavily- and then he gave a soft, strangled sob, and Fisk realized he was crying. It was awkward, and uncomfortable, and Fisk hoped he would just stop talking so he wouldn't have to acknowledge it. Thankfully, Murdock obliged him.

*

He woke slowly from a dream- first of a hammer and blood pooling on the floor, bits of hair and bone mixed in- then, Vanessa's face bloomed, surrounded by hazy white lights, speaking to him softly. He couldn't make out the words no matter how hard he tried. She curled up against him, her breath on his neck, and he felt himself reach out to her, to throw an arm around her, protectively-

The dream faded, but the sensation of a body against him didn't. He was still frozen in place, laying on his chest, whole body stiff from the cold, but Murdock was laying beside him, as close as he could get without being draped over Fisk.

It was... not unpleasant, he supposed, considering the circumstances. Murdock was keeping at least part of him warm, and it was good to feel another person- to know he wasn't entombed here alone. He wondered how long they had been stuck. He wondered if anyone was even looking for them anymore.

Murdock woke some time after him, and Fisk had to explain the situation yet again- the third time, now- until he finally remembered where they were, who he was trapped with.

He had almost drifted back to sleep when Murdock said, softly, "You really care about her, don't you?"

It took Fisk a moment to understand who he was referring to. He felt a stab of anger- that he would dare mention Vanessa to him, like twisting the knife, when he would never see her again-

"Yes," he found himself agreeing, after a moment. "I do."

"I liked her," came the reply. "Her perfume was nice. And her voice. She wasn't- she didn't even ask why I was there- like it didn't matter that I'm. Blind." His voice faltered. "She described the painting to me. People don't- they don't do that. Usually."

Fisk gave a noncommittal sound. The concussion was probably making Murdock a little more forthcoming than he normally would be. Or maybe he'd just given up. Realized they wouldn't be leaving alive. But it didn't surprise him that Vanessa had made such an impression.

"I went to the gallery to see- what kind of woman could love a person like you." He laughed. "The devil. That's what I called you."

"A little- overdramatic."

"Catholic," was the reply.

"So you decided- what?"

Murdock's fingers were fidgeting against his side, he noticed. Playing along the edge of his jacket. "You had Elena Cardenas killed."

"...Yes." And he felt the shame bubble up, again- shame at letting himself be pushed into such a move, by circumstances, against such a needless target. "It was necessary."

"You really believe that." It wasn't a question. It wasn't accusing, either. Murdock just sounded tired. "That's what makes you dangerous. You really think you're helping."

Fisk frowned. "I told you the same thing, the first time we spoke. Or, something like it."

someone please di this.
I can se Breet all
"I dont care but my momma will, that's why im doing it"

Find me that song that perfectly encapsulated your first OTP. You know the one I mean. The one that just explained everything that Draco could never say to Luna Lovegood. The song that made bitter tears fall on the poorly-spelled lemon that told the epic tale of Haldir and a mysteriously-named Mary Sue half-elf who singlehandedly fought the battle of Helm's Deep. Give me some over-the-top Daredevil vintage songfic set to that song. Admit it: We all had one. This is a safe space. Let it out.

OMG, tsundere!Brett. Everything I never knew I needed.

... *snicker* My first songfic was Five for Fighting:

I can't stand to fly / I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find the better part of me
I'm more than a bird, more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

Obviously more sure to Superman, but would work for DD in a pinch. XD

I would love to see this. Seconded!

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Prompt Post #4

Re: (Maybe fill? Part 2) Re: Serial Killer Targeting Abusive Partners; Matt Plays the Abused Bait

Re: Matt's Dating Daredevil Part 4

Re: Fisk/Matt, Pure dumb puppy love

Re: Foggy/Matt, "Not Strong Enough" by Apocalyptica

OP

Re: Bad puns

Minifill: Bad puns

Re: Mini Fill: Steve/Bucky/Matt either friendship or otherwise

Re: Bad puns

Re: The Complete Guide to Caring for Matt Mudock

Re: Minifill: Bad puns

Re: 5 times someone preyed on Matt sexually b/c of his blindness

OP

Re: Minifill: Bad puns

matt/foggy or matt/claire, matt crying after sex

Re: Matt/Foggy, GAY CHICKEN

Re: Matt/Foggy, High school AU, prank leads to romance

Re: Fill: Foggy is going blind, 2/?

Re: Matt/Any, Abuse Mistaken for Fighting

[FILL] Matt/Fisk, trapped 8/?

Re: Karen and Brett, protective friends

It's throwback songfic time, fandom.

Re: Karen and Brett, protective friends

Re: It's throwback songfic time, fandom.

Re: Fisk/Vanessa, honouring the dead