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Agreed. I also had to google biro because I had no idea what it was. We would just say "pen," or "bic" if you really want to be specific.

Ok so Matt is pretty obviously from a working class background, and i've now developed this headcanon that Matt's grandfather was a proper old school union activist. I know I have no canonical justification for this and I don't care. Considering that that quote about the Murdock boys was probably originally about Matt's grandfather, there's room for an interpretation that he was a real hardline, rabble rousing union man, and of course Matt being a sucker for male authority figure would have really looked up to him and absorbed those values.

Anyway I want to see adult Matt taking on cases defending strikers, and activists, or going on protest marches, or arguing against all those people in college who are into identity politics and Daredevil surreptitiously showing up on picket lines, protecting strikers and beating up scabs. Basically, I want to see Matt Murdock, the old school labour movement lefty.

I think it kinda fits with the fat that Matt obviously truly believes in justice, but he can't quite bring himself to trust the legal system to bring it. An entirely justified view considering the historical relationship between the law and the labour movement.

Oh my god though, just think of the power imbalance even in something as simple as going to the washroom tho. Fisk would still have a modicum of privacy, because Matt is blind.

Matt, on the other hand, has to deal with knowing that Fisk is definitely watching him while he takes a piss.

Hey there Satan, long time no see. >D

In college when Foggy got mad at Matt he rearranged the furniture in their living space. When they got a firm together he rearranges the office furniture. after finding out the DD, the sometimes rearranges the furniture in Matt's apartment.

Foggy isn't stupid. He knows knows how much suff there is. So he ADDS furniture to fuck with him.

idk, it's not really a crossover but...

Foggy has the complete soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar. He plays Judas Music whenever they're fighting.

After the Big Reveal Matt comes into the office only to hear King Herod's Song or Heaven on their Minds blasting away. Karen is confused, but always liked this musical so sings along a little. Matt is Annoyed.

Foggy isn't subtle guys.

"Is it because you're blind?" she asked, and that was - not what he'd expected. He laughed because he was nervous; he laughed because he knew she was watching him, and he didn't want her to think that she'd found a weak point.

This is relevant to my interests! lol

Does he show up there with his cane, and make a show of still using it? Does he still orient himself? Or does he drop all pretences?

They must be wondering if he's really blind (and if so, exactly by how extensive is it? How does he do the things he does?).

Also, there's the more benign curiosity of getting to know someone who's blind and the things he does differently.

A series of odd coincidences leads Matt to believe Foggy is going to kill him.

Foggy is not. Foggy is simply planning a surprise (Party/engagement/whatever) and it's really hard doing so.

ahahahaha, DORKS :D

When Matt decided that he would live on campus housing for law school, he had expected to be able to tolerate his roommate; he hadn’t expected to like him so much. Still, nobody could blame Matt for being charmed by Foggy Nelson’s ever cheerful attitude and direct manner. Foggy, Matt quickly realized, was also very good at reading him.

Like any roommate Matt had ever lived with, Foggy had a few quirks. He was a surprisingly light sleeper but never really complained about a lack of sleep. Matt could only tell because he was also a light sleeper and could hear the change in Foggy’s breath at night. Foggy liked to pace the room when studying and working on papers. He knew the lyrics to almost every 80s hit by heart, and many more obscure songs.

There were other quirks, too.

Within the first week of law school, Matt and Foggy fell into a routine where they would often walk to class together. Matt would let Foggy lead him as they complained about school and laughed at private jokes. It only took a few days to notice that Foggy liked to pick a new route to their classes and back to their dorm each time. Foggy did the same thing with the bars they regularly frequented, or any place really.

It took him about three weeks to actually comment on this particular quirk.

“Hey, why do you walk a different way every time?” Matt asked. They were taking a longer route back from the cafe, and Matt had to admit that he was annoyed. He wanted to return to studying and didn’t really feel they had the time for a “scenic” route. Taking different routes was also something Stick had taught him to do in order to prevent any enemies from potentially stalking him. The memory of Stick made Matt particularly acerbic. That, and this route wasn’t so much scenic as it was disgusting. They were walking through a particularly run down part of Hell’s Kitchen and it was an assault om all of Matt’s senses.

“Oh,” Foggy started. Matt could hear Foggy’s heartbeat increase rapidly. “Sorry, I didn’t even- It must be confusing for you-I didn’t even realize.” Matt took the flustered reaction to be one of embarrassment at not having considered an aspect of Matt’s blindness. Their friendship was new, and though Foggy was pretty direct about asking about Matt’s needs, he was still learning.

“It’s fine,” Matt said. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t walked the city alone before. I just noticed it was something you do.”

“It’s a force of habit,” Foggy said.

“Funny habit to have,” Matt said.

“What can I say? I like to explore the city. See the sights.” Foggy’s tone sounded light, noncommittal, but his heartbeat remained abnormally fast.

“Sights? My nose tells me we're surrounded by trash. If it smells this terrible, I can’t imagine it looks much better,” Matt replied with a more playful tone.

Foggy laughed out loud. “Hey, what if I find the beauty in everything? Or maybe I’m feeling particularly misanthropic today, Murdock. It happens.”

“You didn’t seem misanthropic with the coffee girl from earlier.”

“Eh, she didn’t even laugh at my John Hughes joke. It’ll never work out. What’s humanity come to?”

This time they both laughed. Matt felt gratified that Foggy’s heart rate had returned to normal speed once more.

Matt never brought it up again and Foggy became a one-route kind of guy.

*****************

It was midterm time and both Matt and Foggy woke up after a meager four hours of sleep. Between the papers due and the exams, it didn’t seem like there was enough time during the day to finish everything.

Matt scrubbed a hand over his face and reached for his glasses as he sat up.

He could hear Foggy groaning as he turned his alarm off.

“You ready for the gauntlet, buddy?” Foggy asked, his voice still groggy with sleep.

“I’m ready to go back to sleep,” Matt said unhappily.

“Me too. I’m so looking forward to a post-exam nap. Or maybe I’ll just sleep forever.” Foggy got up and began to gather whatever clothes he had laying around to wear to class.

“You know, you shouted something in Russian in your sleep last night,” Matt said.

“What? Really?” Foggy snorted.

“I didn’t know you spoke Russian,” Matt said.

“I don’t,” Foggy said. “I listened to some language tapes as a kid. I can’t believe I even remember anything. Must be the stress, dude.”

Matt burst out into laughter. “That’s great,” He said with a grin. “You should have taken Russian instead of Punjabi. Apparently, you’re really good at it.”

“No way,” Foggy was laughing as well. “It was so worth it to be able sit to next to Arianna. She always smelled like strawberries.”

They laughed about the Russian thing for years after.

Years later, Matt wondered if he had listened to Foggy’s heartbeat in that moment, and if he had been lying about the language tapes.

***************
In another incident, Foggy frowned as Matt sat with his back to the large restaurant window. “The sun’s in my eye,” he said, “Is it alright if I get the waiter to move us?”

****************
Nine-year-old Matt scowled as Stick gave him a quick whack with the cane. “Hey!”

“Don’t stand with your back to the window, Matty. It makes you vulnerable to being attacked from behind.”

*****************

Matt dragged himself through the hallways back to his dorm room. It was fairly early in the night, but he was already exhausted from the amount of studying he had done. He opened the door only for it to be stopped from swinging all the way open by some wayward object on the floor.

Frowning, he pushed the door open. Through his vision, he could see that the room was a wreck. Their beds had been moved. So had their desks. Foggy’s laptop was currently in pieces on one of said desks.

He carefully schooled his expression.

“Foggy?”

Foggy’s head popped out from the bathroom. “Oh, hey Matt! Sorry about the mess. Really sorry.”

When Matt went to the bathroom, Foggy was getting up from under the sink.

“Sorry, Matt, I’ll uh-I’ll clean up.”

“What happened?” Matt asked.

“I thought I saw some bugs. They were, uh, really gross. I went a little crazy looking. Matt, I’m really sorry I touched your stuff.”

Foggy sounded miserable. Matt could vaguely see him run a hand through his hair. He could practically hear the tension in his muscles. Foggy clenched his jaw and fidgeted a little. Well, it was that time of the semester. It was their third year and classes were somehow even harder. In that moment he could tell Foggy was lying about something, but he didn’t want to push it. He knew severe stress tended to make people act a little out of the ordinary and he was pretty sure that his best friend was on the verge of a mental breakdown, so Matt let out a careful sigh and counted to ten to temper his severe annoyance.

He hated when Foggy was unhappy.

“It’s alright Foggy. Why don’t we go to the bar? It’s karaoke night at Blue Parrot,” Matt said.

“What? Uh, I should probably clean up. I’m-”

Matt shrugged. “Foggy. It’s going to be okay. We can clean up tomorrow. We can also buy some bug bombs.”

“Yeah,” Foggy let out a little huff of air. “Yeah, okay. I could use a drink.” They walked out of the dorm and Foggy shut the door behind him.

“Karaoke, huh?” Foggy commented. “You never want to do karaoke with me.”

“I didn’t say I would sing,” Matt said.

“We’ll see if you’re saying that after a few rounds of shots, Matthew Murdock. I know there’s a beautiful rendition of Time After Time in there somewhere.”

After they got settled at the bar and were well into their first drink, Matt looked up at Foggy and was relieved to find him his usual, jubilant, not-on-the-verge-of-a-mental-breakdown self.

“So, I’m guessing you were really stressed earlier?”

“You have no idea, man,” Foggy said into his drink. “God, talking to you has made me feel so much better. It always does.”

Matt could feel a warmth rising in his chest at Foggy’s earnest praise and he was practically beaming at Foggy for the rest of the night. He forgot about his exhaustion, about the lie. He forgot about their mess of a dorm room. He forgot about the bug bombs, about Foggy’s laptop. After a few drinks, he even forgot about his passionate hate for karaoke.

He also forgot the lyrics to "I Will Survive" , but the crowd was too drunk and too engrossed in singing along that they would have drowned out his voice anyway.

That does fill my immediate need, yes. Thank you <3

Foggy runs a D&D campaign for Karen and Matt. Why? Who knows. Office bonding! Boredom! His mom sent a bunch of his old stuff from home!

I'd default to gen, but I'm open to pretty much anything, pairing-wise. I just want to see a really heartfelt story about these dorks getting their dice on.

BONUS: Foggy is really damn serious about the storytelling and epic heroism.

BONUS+: Rules-lawyer Matt

BONUS++: Karen ends up being the one who gets really into it long-term.

One million percent here for this. It's the perfect intersection of everything Matt AND Daredevil stand for.

It's like you're my (and my prompt's) other half. Thank you.

OP: *excited flailing* I hope you do, anon. <3

Ooh, this is really awesome so far! Poor Foggy - I assume he got attacked, and that's why the room was a mess? Oh, man. Looking forward to more!

I had never posted on Dreamwidth until just now. I accidentally posted the following as a parent-level comment intended for here. Sorry for being annoying and goofing this up!

Oh. Wow. What if his life's ambition as a child had been to become a private detective? And then some douchebag was like "hey kid, you're blind! You can't be a detective!" So little Richard is like "just watch me! I am going to be the BEST CLUEFINDER EVER!" So he hones his skills and senses out of spite. He actually goes for it, but he's so good that he gets in over his head with the mystical version of the Yakuza or something and they are all like "get rid of this dick. Scare him off." Then come the evil ninjas that murder his friend and he gets caught up with the ninja war and becomes a jaded blind sword-wielding asshole, which sort of derails his childhood career aspirations of being a private dick. Obviously he ended up a dick anyway, just a different kind of dick.
When I saw him in the show, I was like "what the fuck happened to you, man? Your life story has got to be a downer for sure!"
I got kind of carried away there, didn't I? I couldn't resist the pun-bait. I had to take it way too far.

he's so sensitive that he can feel it, hear it sloshing around in there, stretching him out. whether he loves it or HATES it, up to you.

fuck me up, anons

Oh yeah. And you just know the neighbours are all staying up to hear the show.

You could go all Shawshank and have everybody place bets on whether he'll cry or not.

-Foggy teaches Matt how to make bagels. This involves a lot of hand guiding/touching, and maybe while they are waiting for the dough to rise someone makes a comment like "those are some skilled hands you have there" and somehow that leads to one of them sitting on the counter with the other standing between their legs making out. : )

You're not annoying, anon. Comment misfires are very common. xD

"You are not making demands," Fisk said, calmly as he could. The phone was a reassuring weight in his hand. He flipped it around, taking one last look at Murdock's pale, staring face, and dialed Vanessa.

She picked up right away, even though she wouldn't have recognized the number. "Yes? Who is this?" Her voice washed over him, tight with anxiety, and he felt himself relax by degrees, just to hear it. She was worried about him.

"Vanessa, it's me."

She gave a short, breathy cry, almost as though she was on the verge of tears. "Wilson, where are you? Francis said you were in that building-"

"I was," he murmured, closing his eyes. "I'm not hurt. We- I'm trapped in the building, still. There are rescue workers on the way, but I don't know- how long to expect-"

She exhaled, softly. "You have- friends- looking for you right now, dear. I got a call from a man from the police department. But," she paused for a moment, "you said 'we'? You're not alone?"

"No, there were- complications-" He heard Murdock snort in amusement beside him, and he realized quite suddenly that even without superhuman hearing, the other man would have been able to hear their conversation in the unnatural silence. He shifted his grip on the phone, Vanessa's questioning voice in his ear. He reached out with his other hand and laid his fist on Murdock's chest, a warning.

"I'm not alone," he finished, lamely. "Do you remember Matthew Murdock?"

"The young man from the gallery?" She asked, confusion evident in her voice. "Why would he be there with you, Wilson?"

"Don't-" he heard Murdock growl in a rather pathetic attempt to sound commanding. "She doesn't need to know!"

"Is he okay, dear? I think I hear him."

Before he could respond, a fist lashed out and knocked the phone from his hand. He heard it clatter to the ground somewhere to the right, out of view.

"Murdock! What the- what are you doing?" Once again, Fisk reared up and used his greater weight to pin the other man, his vision going hazy with rage. Murdock- the Mask- the blind pain in his ass- he was better off killing him now, while he had the chance- he ground his elbow into Murdock's neck, harder this time, and Murdock groaned as he flung his fists out, groping, and found Fisk's head, gripping and pulling him by the ears in a desperate attempt to stop him.

Fisk ignored it, easily. Murdock was weak from the head wound, but he still felt the other man's body coiling beneath his own, knees trying to wedge beneath Fisk to push him off. Fisk heaved himself up to his hands and knees, pinning Murdock beneath him, using his bulk to crush the air from his lungs. He was baring his teeth in effort, ears ringing, mind full of bloodlust-

Something rumbled above them, crashing, and a chunk of concrete smashed to the ground beside him. Before he could react, a cascade of debris followed, dust thick in the air. For a moment his entire world was the dull thunk of stone and the metallic pinging of twisted metal falling around him, and he was hit, hard, by something on his shoulder. He fell with it, his arm giving way, and-

He woke up to Murdock's voice, low, but he couldn't make out the words. His ears were still ringing, but that was nothing compared to the pain in his arm. His entire shoulder was on fire, and when he tried, he couldn't move it at all. He tried to block the pain, to quiet his mind and concentrate on anything else.

"...don't know, I think he's waking up," Murdock was saying, an undertone of panic in this voice. "No, I think- hold on-" he paused for a moment, "his arm isn't broken. Dislocated?" Fisk felt hands on him, prodding him. "Yeah. No, he hasn't said anything." Murdock laughed, strangely hysterical. "I don't think I want him to wake up. He almost suffocated me and he wasn't even awake-"

"Murdock," he rasped after a moment, and he heard the other man's mouth close with a click of teeth.

"He's awake," Murdock said into the phone. Fisk opened one eye and saw him faintly illuminated by the backlit screen. "Okay. Don't- yes. Fine," he finished, almost petulantly, like a child being given instructions.

"Are you talking to my wife," Fisk grunted.

"She thought you were dead," came the response.

Oh no, you're giving me feels about Stick!

~~and I love it.~~

Aaawwwwww this is kind of adorable! I'd love to see a story that flashes back and forth to Matt and Frank as childhood friends (sweethearts?) then forward to them fighting in the present...

ok so. this is inspired by that thing up above where Claire is Mimi from RENT, so. thank, anon.

--

2009.

BEEP.

"This is Claire, unfortunately I'm out tonight. Probably I've got a shift at the ER, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

BEEP.

--

"Hey, Mimi? This is Mark. Yeah, yeah, I know, stop calling me Mimi, but--uh. I just thought I'd let you know, Maureen and I have been talking--not arguing, talking--and. You know that tape Roger had, the one with all the songs he didn't scrap? Maureen thinks some of them would be great in a show, and--well, she's talked me around to writing it. So, uh, would you mind if I wrote something about how we all met? I'll change the names, don't worry about that, I just--wanted to hear your take on it. Thanks."

--

"Hey, Mark?"

"Mimi! Thank god, I was starting to think you were buried under a pile of paperwork or something."

"How many times am I going to have to tell you, my god, Mark--yeah, I nearly was. Also, I heard your voicemail."

"Oh."

"I think it's a great idea. Look, just--do me a favor?"

"Yeah, sure! What?"

"Don't consult me. I don't--look, it's been a while since Roger--since. God, I can't even say it. I don't think I can handle talking about it, and you were there. I'll go see it on opening night, but other than that, I've got too much on my plate already."

"That sucks, we really could've used your voice, but all right. Uh, how've you been?"

"Fine, Mark. A little tired from all the overtime, but I'm fine."

--

BEEP.

"This is Mark!" "And Roger!" "Leave a message!"

"You still haven't changed that? Jesus, Mark. Anyway, this is Claire--I. I saw your show. It was really good, it was fantastic, even if I could've done without the on-stage orgy--was that your idea or Maureen's? I think you're on to something. I just--"

A sniff.

"He would've loved it."

--

2012.

BEEP.

"Mimi? You there? This is Mark, Maureen, Joanne and I are okay, we're in Chicago for the National Tour right now--shit, Mimi, are you okay?"

"Mimi--this is Maureen. There are fucking aliens in New York. Goddammit, Mimi, call me."

"Claire, this is Joanne, where are you?"

"Mimi? Mimi, we've been blowing up your voicemail, shit, are you okay? Please be okay."

"Mimi, for fuck's sakes, where are you, we've been trying to reach you for hours now. Call."

"Claire, please, where are you."

"Mimi? This is Mark, where are you?"

--

BEEP.

"Guys? I'm fine, I just--shit. There were a lot of people in today, and--did you know I saw Captain America? Yeah. Yeah. Shit, I'm okay, I'm at the hospital right now, I just ducked out for a moment--I'm not dead yet, you guys. I don't plan on dying right now. I'll call you back.

And Mark? It's been years, you seriously need to change the recording."

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Prompt Post #4

Re: FILL: 5+1, matt/OCs, matt/foggy [4/5]

Which side are you on?

Re: Matt is Fisk's Prison Bitch

Re: Matt is Fisk's Prison Bitch

Gen: Rearranging Revenge

Re: Musical Crossover or Fusion

Re: actual fill part 1 i guess?

Gen: Matt is convinced Foggy is planning to kill him

Re: Minifill Gen: Foggy's food budget for two

Fill: Franklin Nelson, former spy Pt 1

Re: truth serum - Matty/Foggy

Dungeons & Dragons & Daredevil

Re: Which side are you on?

Re: Foggy + Truth Serum

Re: Matt/Frank Castle, Matt pretending to be Frank's prison bitch

Re: Fill: Franklin Nelson, former spy Pt 1

Re: Stick really is a dick

Matt, cum inflation

Re: Matt is Fisk's Prison Bitch

Matt/Foggyy Bagels

Re: Stick really is a dick

[FILL] Matt/Fisk, trapped 7/?

Re: Stick really is a dick

Re: Frank Castle was Matt's childhood friend

minifill: out tonight