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Karen had the brilliant idea to suggest an office team-building excercise day. Somehow, they thought it was a great idea to go hiking together. (Your choice if Karen knows about Matt's abilities or not, though I guess it would make this disaster a tad more plausible...)

Basically, they get utterly, completely fucking lost. (Maybe the beer they brought didn't help?) Now, sobering up and realizing they don't want to re-enact the Blair Witch Project, they have to work together to find their way home. Matt can't read the map, but maybe he can hear which direction certain landmarks (a road, a river, a far-away town) are and therefore help Foggy and Karen looking at the map orient themselves? Maybe Karen or Foggy were a member of the scouts and can navigate with the help of stars (bonus if it's completely clouded over...). Maybe either Foggy or Karen gets scared of the dark, and Matt has to reassure them that hey, he lives in the dark all the time and it's fine (while he doesn't tell them that *he* is freaked out by all the unfamiliar noises and smells)? Maybe they even almost get shot by a hunter if Matt hadn't tackled them out of the way, I dunno, I'm currently on a hiking holiday, and I want all the nervous, exasperated, damp, exhausted-but-powering-through, Team Avocado stumbling around and walking into trees. Please?

I. Um. Yes. *whimper*

yesss I feel like this is a really interesting dynamic to explore, like, Foggy loves Matt and will do anything for him but is just really not capable of reaching Matt's boundaries in a kink situation (b/c Matt's boundaries include things like "permanent disfiguring injury" and no) and the complex negotiations of what Foggy will do to Matt vs what Matt wants/needs and ugh I just really love these two in a D/s relationship so much

Ahaha, yes! Karen was totally thinking they hooked up in random alleys, nothing will convince me otherwise.

Basically people acting like an ass to Matt and asking Foggy if it's okay for him to order, go somewhere, or just flat out ignore Matt.

Sadness and Anger definitely hold the reigns and fight over them while Disgust is in there pressing buttons at the same time but definitely not at the helm. And yeah Joy and Fear just play poker with each other most of the time, reminding the core emotions how to occasionally quirk a smile or save their skin.

Yes! People trying to talk to Matt through Foggy because they think blind = dumb or childish.

It is baffling to me that this hasn't been prompted yet.

Attempt #1 at taming the elusive Daredevil in his natural habitat
it's gonna get better than this, I promise
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The second incident was about two weeks later, when Matt crawled back in his window and immediately started growling. Foggy started backing the fuck out of that, Matt had said he did this alone, which was the responsible thing to do, let Matt isolate himself. Foggy stopped halfway up the stairs, looking down at Daredevil who was growling quietly and prowling in circles through his apartment. Foggy knew that Matt was extremely aware of where he was and what he was doing at all times.

Foggy didn’t want to leave Matt alone. He obviously hated this. He called himself an attack dog, for Christ sake. Foggy watched Matt prowl, and he thought really, really hard. He took one step down the stairs. Then another. Matt stilled. Foggy took another step down, then another, and he was at the bottom of the stairs. He remembered the way Matt had been the last time, and if he was lucky, he’d be the same way this time. If he wasn’t lucky, this would be the last mistake he ever made.

Foggy slowly approached his friend, palms up. Matt wasn’t looking at him, but his body was tensing more and more the closer Foggy got. Foggy took a deep breath.

“Hey, buddy, it’s time to wind down, okay?” he said. Matt growled as Foggy stopped a few feet away from him, “You’re done for tonight. You don’t need your armor anymore, you’re safe,” he took a step closer and Matt snarled, making Foggy jerk back. His heart was pounding, “It’s okay, Matt, it’s okay,” Foggy pitched his voice up a little, “You did great, but it’s time to stop now- yeah, you did. You did great. Really great,” Matt responded when Foggy told him he’d done well, eyes sharpening a little. Foggy licked his lips. Matt seemed slightly less hostile, “You’re doing great, Matt, but you’re home now. You’re safe, okay?” could he get Matt to calm down? He was so much more agitated this time. Foggy reached out to touch Matt’s shoulder, and was growled at, but it was less of an ‘I’m going to rip you apart’ growl and more of a ‘Stay away because I’m not sure about you’ kind of growl. Foggy could work with that.

“Okay, buddy. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to,” he said placatingly, “Whatever you’re comfortable with, alright? Let’s just stay nice and calm. You’re, um, you’re doing great,” Matt reacted again to the praise, “Yeah, you are. You really are. You’re great,” Matt tilted his head like a puppy, “You’re a good, um, good boy,” Matt whined like a puppy, looking confused, “Yes. You’re a good boy,” God, had he just told Matt he was a good boy? And Matt liked it, “Can you take the mask off? Can you do that for me?” he felt like Matt was going to snap out of this at any moment in the middle of Foggy talking to him like he was an animal and it was going to be horrible and awkward, “Yeah, good boy,” Foggy reached out again, very slowly, and Matt made an uncertain noise, still obviously confused, but didn’t do anything else as Foggy placed his hands on his shoulders, “You’re doing great, Matt. Let’s just keep being calm and relaxed and we’ll get through this, alright?” Foggy’s hands migrated up to Matt’s neck, then up to his face, cupping Matt’s face in both hands. Matt closed his eyes, then sighed quietly, entire body relaxing, “Good boy,” the words just sort of came out as Foggy sagged with relief, “Good boy, that’s it, that’s it,” Matt whined and nosed Foggy’s hand. Foggy just petted his face, “Good boy, good boy, Matt. That’s it, just relax. You’re okay now. You’re safe. You’re with me,” Matt just kept nuzzling his hand and rubbing his cheek against it.

“Okay. Okay.” he said. So. What now? “Um...” he watched Matt nuzzle him, “Okay. Next step, out of that armor. Uh...” how was he going to do this? Keep treating Matt like an animal? Maybe like a child. That was slightly less demeaning, “Okay, buddy. Let’s get you out of that armor and into something comfy,” he said in the voice he reserved for kids. Matt took off his armor, but he’d stopped responding to anything other than commands, “Okay, I’ll just...shove this somewhere,” he nudged the armor with his foot. Jesus, it was heavy. Did Matt really carry that around all night? “And we’ll get you into some pajamas and you can settle down for bed,” he carefully took Matt by the shoulders and steered him into the bedroom. Matt’s face was blank and empty. It was terrifying.
“Okay, here are some...wait, hold on,” Foggy went through Matt’s drawers, trying to find something suitable for sleep. Matt just stood, arms at his sides, “Okay, got it. Let’s-” suddenly, Matt dropped to the floor, and Foggy almost had a heart attack, thinking that he’d passed out or started having a seizure, but Matt just rolled onto his back and showed Foggy his belly, exactly like a dog. Foggy stared. Matt started to whine softly, expression flickering, “Okay. This is happening. You’ve just...because that’s an acceptable thing that normal people do, okay,” Foggy stared for a few seconds, then got down onto his knees beside Matt. Matt whined again and squirmed. His abs needed to stop doing whatever they were doing because it was pretty much killing Foggy’s higher brain functions, “Is this what we’re doing?” Foggy reached out, hesitating for a long moment, before very, very carefully resting his hand on Matt’s amazing, toned stomach and giving a tiny, experimental rub. Matt’s eyes flew wide open, but he didn’t make a sound. Foggy gave another little rub, and Matt made a soft noise.

“Oh my God,” Foggy said faintly. Okay. They were definitely doing this, “You’re, um, good boy. You’re a good boy,” he said, and Matt sucked in a surprised breath, “Good boy, good boy, Matt, good boy,” Foggy said gently, and Matt laid very, very still, like if he moved, it would stop, “Good boy,” Foggy said, “You’re a good boy,” he pitched his voice up like he was actually talking to a dog, “Good boy, Mattie, good boy,” he held his breath, because Matt looked baffled, “Good boy, good boy,” Foggy indulged himself, rubbing a hand up and down Matt’s chest, “Gooood boy,” he said, and Matt’s lips twitched uncertainly, “Good boy, Mattie, good boy,” a tiny, hesitant smile curved Matt’s lips, “You are. You’re a good boy. You’re a good boy, yes you are,” the words flowed more easily, the more Matt smiled, “Good boy, good boy, good boy, he’s a good boy, yes he is, yes he is,” Foggy rubbed with both hands, and Matt still looked utterly baffled, but also elated, incredulous smile stretching over his face, “He’s a good boy, yes he is, yes he is, he’s a good boy, good boy, yes you are, you’re a good boy, a good boy,” Matt had started to giggle, and Foggy couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Matt so innocent and carefree and happy. It devolved into Foggy babbling baby talk at him and rubbing him and tickling him, all while Matt laughed joyfully, which left them both panting for breath, smiling.

Foggy’s smile slowly faded as he watched Matt pant, still giggling breathlessly, head lolling to the side. He looked so innocent and carefree, like a child. This felt like something Foggy wasn’t supposed to see. It felt invasive and inappropriate. He realized he was still rubbing Matt’s stomach, and he pulled his hand away. Matt sighed contentedly, eyes falling shut. He had his arms spread, chest and stomach bared in submission and trust. His thighs were even spread. He’d taken a position of complete vulnerability, and he looked completely relaxed. Foggy had a terrible and tantalizing thought, and his eyes moved down and- yep, Matt had a boner. Okay. Sure. So that was a thing. Matt sighed again. He startled when Foggy stood up, body tensing.

“Hey buddy, it’s alright. It’s okay,” Foggy said softly. Matt reached out and obeyed, and Foggy pulled him to his feet. Matt swayed a little, “Let’s get you into bed,” but Matt was already in his arms, nuzzling his neck and making soft noises. Foggy’s brain blue-screened for several seconds, then rebooted, and he just stood there while Matt nuzzled and cuddled him. He...should probably stop Matt. Matt wasn’t in his right mind.

Foggy continued standing there, and one of his hands rose up to tangle in Matt’s hair. Then Matt was rutting against Foggy’s thigh and no sir, that was not an option. Foggy pushed Matt away, holding him at arm’s length.

“You’re gonna put on pajamas and go to bed, okay?” he said firmly. Matt made whiny noises, but put the pajamas on when Foggy gave them to him, and let Foggy tuck him into bed. Matt’s eyes flickered, following Foggy across the room without actually seeing him, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Murdock,” Foggy told him, checking that everything was in place and that the suit was hidden from anyone who might walk through for any reason. He smoothed Matt’s hair off his face, “Get some sleep, alright? You don’t sleep enough,” Matt closed his eyes. He whined when Foggy pulled his hand away, so Foggy stroked him a bit longer. His touch soothed Matt to sleep, leaving Foggy to think hard about his life choices.

Thoughts on adding unsafe sex as another element of this clusterfuck? (Not actually catching anything, but the possibility + Foggy having to convince him to get tested)

Please!

(I was going to add this in anyway and if you're filling too I'm pleased you also thought of this)

This kind of reminds me of the scene in AOU, where Tony says he doesn't trust anyone who doesn't have a dark side. Because everyone has secrets. Everyone has that one thing they don't share, whether it's big or small or life altering or something trivial, there is always a secret.

So what I'm saying is I need to know exactly what that secret is.

There's this -

http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/2760.html?thread=4610760#cmt4610760

It's for another type of fill, but the way it goes about it definitely hits the "In the alley where we used to - um." implications. :D

(Also, fair warning - this fic is unfinished. The author said they still had plans to post the last two parts, though, so I live in hope.)

Matt couldn’t sleep. Hadn’t slept properly once in the week since he’d moved in. The girl in number thirty six B was crying again, and he’d never felt so helpless.

The first night it took longer than it should have for Matt to understand. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew it happened. Some of the kids at the orphanage had told stories, about foster parents, and biological parents, and teachers, and just about anyone else. He knew what some adults would do to a child in their power. But there was knowing and there was knowing. All the things he overheard, the gentle click of the door, the whispered warning to be quiet. A man’s heavy breathing, a little girl’s stifled whimpers, the faint squeak of the bedsprings. And then another click of the door as he left, and the sound of a child crying alone. It took him longer than it should have to consciously put it together, but on a deeper level he knew almost instantly. Like the time Stick broke his arm, and he knew something wasn’t right with it, but it wasn’t until the fight was over that he was able to process the fact it was broken.

The next morning he put in an anonymous call to child services. It took them two days to arrive. He knew just how thin the system was stretched, he shouldn’t have been surprised, but somehow he was. He also knew the law, and he shouldn’t have been surprised when they were forced to go away empty handed. There was no evidence after all, no evidence and the girl wouldn’t talk, was too afraid. He should have expected that, children were always too willing to lie for those they feared. he shouldn’t have been surprised and yet he was. He listened to the whole thing from down the block, and the father sounded so normal, everyday hardworking family man. Matt punched the wall when the social worker fell for it, and went away without looking closer. Then he punched it again, and again, until he could taste metal on the air from the blood-stained dents he’d left in the wall and his hands were too battered to do his laces. It wasn’t the social worker’s fault, he told himself. She probably had thirty cases already on her plate where she knew for a fact something was wrong, the father was a skilled liar, he didn’t leave bruises. Matt kept telling himself that, but he couldn’t stop thinking that she was supposed to be the expert, she was supposed to know, she was supposed to make it stop and she didn’t.

That night the girl cried again, quieter, afraid that someone would hear her. Her father had made clear to her the consequences if someone overheard her. Matt called the police from a payphone. They stopped by the flat, and the father rolled out his pillar of the community act again, and the mother started demanding that the police track down whoever was making these calls. She saw what she wanted to see, she didn’t want to believe it was true. So she helped cover it up, saying that clearly this was the malicious work of someone carrying a grudge against her husband, trying to ruin his good name. The police said they’d look into it. The father made the daughter pay in ways that wouldn’t leave marks. Matt punched the wall again. Ended up having to stop by A&E to check he hadn’t broken his fingers. The doctor bandaged them, and warned him against punching any more walls. Matt fantasised about punching something softer than walls.

Matt didn’t go home the next night. Stayed up in a bar, not Josie’s, pretended not to be blind and got into a bar fight. He didn’t feel any better. They weren’t the ones he wanted to hit. He knew Foggy was worried about him, his hands were a mess and he clearly hadn’t been sleeping, but he muttered something about a bad breakup and not wanting to talk about it and Foggy left it alone like the good friend he was. He almost told Foggy the truth, but that would have meant coming clean about his senses, and in any case what good would it do. It wasn’t like either of them had any power to do anything, and while talking about it might make Matt feel better he wasn’t about to drop this whole heartbreaking mess on Foggy’s shoulders. Foggy was a decent, kind person, Matt didn’t want this knowledge to eat him alive the way it was eating Matt. He deserved better.

Two days later Matt ran into the girl in the daylight. He was sitting in the park by the river, and she sat down next to him, feeding the ducks.

“Are you really blind?” She had asked.

“Yes I am.” He had struggled to keep his voice steady.

“What’s it like?” she used that tone of voice that children use while staring at their own shoes, shy and quiet, and full of helpless defiance, so Matt didn’t deflect the way he usually did.

“Dark.” And that was really the only honest thing he could say. It was dark, always and forever, and that wasn’t ok. He couldn’t lie to her when he knew too many of her secrets.

“I guess that must be scary.” She said, “I don’t like the dark. That’s where the monsters come out.” And Matt wished it wasn’t true but he knew it was. He was still trying to think what to say to her, when she got up.

“I’ve got to go now. Bye.” And then she’d run off, and he could hear her playing with the other kids on the street, pretending to be ok. Children were always such good liars. Or maybe it was just that adults were less able to pick up on children’s lies. He remembered telling the nuns he fell off a skateboard, they had just scolded him for his recklessness while taking him to get his arm set. It was easy for a child to lie to an adult, as long as they fit in with the adult’s expectations.

That night she’d cried again. Matt hadn’t punched the wall. He just lay in his bed listening, and cried with her. He’d believed in the law, he really had, but the law had failed. It had failed her, it had failed him, it had failed the whole of bloody Hell’s Kitchen. The law said he had to stand by and do nothing, to listen night after night as a man raped his daughter, and a girl cried herself to sleep. He couldn’t, not if he wanted to call himself a human being.

The next night he’d followed the father on his way home from work and beat him bloody, half remembered fighting techniques rushing back to him so easily. He’d hit, and kept on hitting, until the man was unconscious, and then he’d hit him some more. He hadn’t realized how good it would feel. Pain, and adrenaline, and the feeling of flesh and bone crunching under his fists, and the pure satisfaction of making the bastard pay for those tears in the night. It wasn’t enough, nothing would ever be enough, she was a little girl and he’d gone into her room and… And he was her father he was supposed to protect her. It wasn’t enough but it felt so good, and Matt knew he would do this again.

That night he slept more soundly than he had in years. The father spent the next few months eating through a tube in the hospital. He never touched his daughter again.

Matt and any other canon characters you like* find themselves in The Unknown, unsure of how they got there, disoriented by the woods, and feeling like time might not be progressing normally.

Gen is fine, as are Matt/Foggy, Matt/Claire, Karen/Foggy, Marci/Foggy, and Fisk/Vanessa.

*Daredevil canon, that is, as of season one; no Frank, please

this is goooood

The Worst Day of Foggy’s Life.

Foggy stood outside Matt’s (his too as of three days ago, that still felt weird) apartment struggling to find his keys. He thought Matt must be out, Foggy was awful with keys, normally while he was searching Matt would somehow sense that Foggy was there and open the door, but today nothing. That was okay, Foggy found the key (in a pocket he’d looked in twice already) and opened the door.

He heard Matt chuckle from somewhere in the apartment. Foggy would normally have called out to his boyfriend to let him know he was home. He didn’t. Afterwards, looking back on this moment he never knew why he didn’t… if he had… maybe they would have been able to cover it up, maybe he wouldn’t have seen.

For the rest of Foggy’s life he could never decide if that would have been better or worse.

Three Days Before.

“Right that is officially the last box! I am all moved in,” declared Foggy loudly dropping the last box of clothes on the table with a loud thump.

“I thought official moving in celebration was from the last box unpacked,” grinned Karen.

Matt laughed. “Then we’ll probably be waiting 20 years, I’m pretty sure Foggy packed at least some of these boxes for college.”

“Who says me and my boxes will still be here to take this kind of abuse in 20 years, Murdock?” grinned Foggy. It spoiled his argument when he slipped his arms round Matt’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

“You’re staying right here, forever,” Matt said leaning back into Foggy and Karen awww’d at them, smirking fondly.

Later, after Karen had gone and they’d stowed the boxes away to be unpacked properly later, Foggy was pressed into the sofa by Matt’s hot mouth and wandering hands. “You won’t really leave me, will you?” asked Matt into his neck, quietly enough that Foggy didn’t think he was supposed to hear.

“Never,” replied Foggy, turning his head to give Matt better access to his neck.

Matt pulled away and cupped Foggy’s face in his hands, making Foggy look right at him. “But what if..?” he asked.

“Never,” interrupted Foggy. “I’m here forever, no getting rid of me, I wouldn’t let you.”

“Good,” said Matt fiercely. Sweeping back in to kiss Foggy senseless.

Later still when they were curled up together in their bed Foggy was dropping off to sleep when Matt whispered into the pillow next to Foggy’s head. Foggy didn’t really hear it, and certainly didn’t remember come morning. “I love you, I’ll stop, I swear Foggy, I’ll stop. I can’t lose this, I love you.”

The Worst Day of Foggy’s Life.

It was only a second. It felt like a lifetime. But it was only a second.

Foggy came round the corner, into the apartment proper. He could see into the kitchen area. He could see the scarred expanse of someone else’s back. There’s a black t-shirt on the floor and an open first-aid kit on the table. And Foggy is only there for a second before he walked out. But all the details are scorched into his brain.

Half open first aid kit on the table. Large, fresh bandage on the other man’s lower back. The t-shirt is black, dropped on the floor. Matt hates that, clothes on the floor. When they shared a dorm room he’d rant for hours if Foggy left as much as a sock… The t-shirt is black, and it has a large white symbol on it… a skull. Like the new guy Matt’s been chasing round Hell’s kitchen for months. The murderer Matt’s been chasing round Hell’s Kitchen for months.

The man has Matt backed up against the counter. Leg pressed between Matt’s, Matt is… god Matt is beautiful. Head tipped back and eyes screwed up tight, long expanse of neck, the man is whispering in Matt’s ear. Matt’s chuckle is deep and throaty and Foggy waits for Matt to realise he’s there. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t because all his senses are focused on someone else. “Please…” Matt breathes out, his voice catching on the end of the word, Foggy doesn’t know if he manages to get the rest of he thought out because he turns and goes. Being careful not to let the door slam behind him.

He doesn’t know why he didn’t slam the door. Why he didn’t shout and scream, or even try to punch something. He felt numb. He couldn’t even cry. He just walked, and kept walking, without even a destination in mind. He just kept walking.

Six Months Before

The scratching noise woke Foggy, he lay in bed for a moment his heart racing. Loud in his own ears.

“Foggy,” called Matt softly. “It’s only me. Don’t be scared.”

Scared? Foggy is terrified because it’s the middle of the night and Matt is breaking into his apartment making enough noise to wake Foggy up. So he must be injured really badly. Matt never makes noise if he doesn’t want to. Even before Foggy knew about Matt’s stupid ninja training he used to joke that he needed to get Matt a bell. He’s up and into the lounge in record time. He switches the light on, visually checking Matt for injuries, then skimming his hands over Matt trying to find out what’s wrong. “Matt? What’s wrong?” he asked urgently. “Did you hit your head or something?”

Matt caught Foggy’s hands and held them still. “I’m fine, Foggy. I had a close call. But I promise I’m not hurt. I just wanted to see you. I… I love you, okay?”

Foggy’s still worried because Matt is acting strangely, but he smiled and replied “Love you too, buddy.”

“No,” said Matt shaking his head. “Not like that. I…” And he kisses Foggy. He kisses Foggy right there, still in the stupid mask and Foggy can feel the cool slickness of it and the edge of it pushing into his face and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because Matt’s lips are warm and slightly chapped against his own and Foggy kisses back. He’s wanted this since the first day they met. But then he remembers that they don’t do this. Matt always shuts them down before they get to this point. Matt doesn’t want this. So Foggy pulls back.

“What?” asked Foggy feeling lost and unmoored, like he’s drifting. He has so many things he wants to ask but he can’t force them out. ‘What’ is all he can manage.

Matt swallows, “I love you,” he repeated desperately. “I know I’m not good at saying it…”

“I know that,” said Foggy, making himself take a step back until he can be sure this is what Matt really wants. “I love you too. But… this,” he gestured between them. “You don’t want this. I flirt, you flirt back to a point, and then you shut me down. That’s the way we work.”

Matt looked actually hurt at that. Foggy wanted to take his words back. “I want it,” said Matt. “I just… I was… you were always too important to lose. I… I always screw up this part.”

“So why now?” asked Foggy. “And don’t tell me it was because of a close call, you’ve had them before.” Way too many times for Foggy’s peace of mind.

“I nearly slept with someone tonight,” said Matt dropping his head to hide his face. Someone I don’t really even like and all I could think about was you. All the ways he wasn’t you…”

Foggy’s heart jumps at the ‘he’, he wonders if Matt noticed. Matt’s never dated guys, as far as Foggy knows. Foggy has the odd once or twice. But never Matt.

Matt stopped talking, like he’d run out of words. He’s turning away, heading back towards the window, like he’s incapable of using a door. And isn’t that Matt all over? Why do something the easy way when there’s a hard way available.

“Do you want to go for dinner some time?” asked Foggy, his mouth working without a lot of input from his brain. “With me?” he added, in case that wasn’t clear.

Matt turned back and the hope and joy on his face was blinding. “Like a date?” he asked almost shyly.

“Yeah,” said Foggy. “We could see how it goes, if this is something we both want to try? Tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up about 7?”

“Yes,” said Matt quickly, beaming at a spot just by Foggy’s left ear. “Can I have another kiss now? For the road?” he asked because he wouldn’t be Matt Murdock if he didn’t push his luck.

Foggy laughed and pecked Matt’s forehead over the mask. Matt pushed the mask off his face and cupped Foggy’s head in his hands. Brushing his lips against Foggy’s. “I that all I get?” he asked slyly.

“We haven’t even been on a date yet,” laughed Foggy.

The Day After.

Foggy went to Brett’s. Brett was the only person who wouldn’t push when Foggy said he didn’t want to talk about it. He just made up the couch and told Foggy he could stay for one night only. They both knew he didn’t mean that.

Foggy’s phone kept ringing. Matt, and messages from Matt. Probably some from Karen too by now, he was worrying them. Matt probably didn’t even know that Foggy knew. And Karen certainly didn’t know what was going on. Did she? Did Matt tell her and they were keeping it a secret. Foggy wished the numb feeling would go, he wanted to be angry, or at least to be able to cry.

Brett got home from work, he glanced at Foggy’s cell phone on the table. Foggy hadn’t even been able to touch it, not even to turn it off. Brett picked it up and glanced at the missed call list. Turning it off and dropping it on the table top. “So Murdock came in today. You’re missing, didn’t go home last night. I think he knows you’re here, but he didn’t actually come out and say that.”

“He knows,” said Foggy blankly. He could hear Foggy’s heartbeat, track him down through smell. He had to know.

Brett hesitated. “He said he didn’t know why you didn’t come home. Does he?”

Foggy looked up at Brett. “He cheated on me, he’s gotta suspect I know. But no, I don’t think he knows.”

Brett let out a breath, “Jesus.”

Foggy laughed at that. But it was sharp and hurt his throat. “This guy, he isn’t anything like me,” explained Foggy. “He’s a fighter, all muscle and scars. Like Matt. Why would I even think Matt would…”

“Hey,” said Brett. “Murdock is an idiot. And you’re the fighter. You always have been. Never met a lost cause you didn’t try to argue your way out of.”

“Not that kind of fighter,” said Foggy blankly. “I was stupid. I’ve never been anyone’s first choice my whole life. Don’t know why I thought Matt would be any different. Hell, it took years before he even considered giving me a go.”

Brett looked murderous, but all he said was “Want to get very drunk?”

Foggy shook his head. “I think I just want to sleep.”

“Take the bed, “said Brett. “I can handle a night or two on the couch.

Foggy didn’t have the energy to argue.

One Month Before

Foggy loved giving Matt blowjobs. He loved the smell and taste of Matt and the weight in his mouth. The sounds Matt made and the way he tangled his hands in Foggy’s hair but never tried to direct him. It was amazing. Listening to Matt coming apart, broken words and nonsense phrases, and this time was no different.

“Oh god, oh… best damn avocar… oh Frank… Foggy…”

Foggy teased him afterwards, about how little sense he made. “Even breaking out my full name there, Matthew.”

Matt looked uncomfortable, but he laughed. Foggy just assumed he was embarrassed. After all he knew how much Foggy hated his full name. Foggy cuddled a little closer, to reassure Matt he wasn’t mad. After all, it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Foggy could deal.

One Week After

Foggy knew when Brett spoke to Matt. He came home looking angry. “Murdock is a dick,” he said to Foggy fiercely, draining half a bottle of beer.

Even now Foggy had the urge defend Matt. It had been his default response for so long. He bit it back.

“You can stay here as long as you like,” said Brett. “If he comes here I’ll arrest him.”

“What for?” asked Foggy.

“I’ll think of something,” said Brett darkly.

“I need to get my apartment back, or another one. I need to ring Karen, and then… I need to… we need to work out… what to do about Nelson and Mur…Murdock…” Foggy couldn’t carry on. Tears were flowing down his face and great sobs where welling up in his chest. Brett just wrapped his arms around Foggy and let him cry. Making soothing noises until the worst of it was over. Foggy couldn’t do anything, it was like the dam had broken.

“I could arrest him right now, if you like?” offered Brett, when Foggy had calmed down some. “I could indulge in some police brutality?”

Foggy laughed a sad pathetic little laugh, but a laugh. Even though it wasn’t funny, nothing about any of this was funny.

“Really, I could,” said Brett, smiling at Foggy. “I could make The Punisher look like a nice guy.”

“Don’t do that. I really hate that guy,” said Foggy with feeling.

One Week and Three Days After

Foggy expected that Matt would show up sooner or later. He had a plan for that. He was going to be calm. Explain that he was hurt, that Matt needed to respect Foggy’s need for space right now. Then slam the door in his face and call Brett.

But it wasn’t Matt that showed up. It was The Punisher. Long coat over the stupid skull t-shirt, it was the middle of the day. Wasn’t he breaking some vigilante code or something? He was a little bit older than Foggy had thought. Handsome, in a fearsome sort of way. A little bit taller than Foggy. A lot fitter. Stronger. Better.

Foggy tried to slam the door but there was a heavy boot in the way. “Foggy Nelson?” asked the owner of said boot.

“No, just missed him,” replied Foggy. “Try looking somewhere that isn’t here.”

The Punisher rolled his eyes. “Let me in, we need to talk.”

“I don’t,” said Foggy firmly. “Go ‘talk’ to Matt.”

“I’ve been trying,” said the Punisher. “He’s going to get himself killed.”

That made Foggy loosen his grip on the door and let the Punisher push past. “By all means wanted criminal, please, do come in and make yourself at home. My good friend the police officer will be back soon.”

“He’s just got to work. He won’t be back until the end of third shift. What do you need?” asked the Punisher.

“Nothing from you,” replied Foggy, crossing his arms over his chest. “Get out.”

“Yell at me, hit me, whatever. I had sex with your boyfriend, you get however many free shots you need. But talk to him. He’s going out at night and he’s going to get himself killed because right now he doesn’t care if he lives or dies because he’s too busy beating himself up over you.”

“Look, what the hell is your name? I’m sick of referring to you as ‘The Punisher’ in my head,” said Foggy.

“Frank,” said The Punisher and Foggy felt his heart freeze.

“You,” he said as his world broke further apart, more to himself than to the man opposite him. “You’re Frank, I thought… I thought he was saying ‘Franklin’. It happened a couple of times, but… months ago. You were fucking around months ago…” Foggy wanted to be angry, maybe take that free shot. But he just felt broken.

“It wasn’t like that,” said Frank. “He loves you, properly all the way. We… hell, we don’t even like each other. It’s just, sex. It was just sex. It’s over now.”

“It wasn’t just sex,” said Foggy. “What I saw. If it had been, maybe this would be easier. It was something. Something he can’t get from me. So maybe… maybe he’s better off, not having to drag me around with him anymore. Maybe he needs someone who can keep up.”

“He needs you,” said Frank.

Foggy never understood why he did it. He kissed Frank. It wasn’t nice. It was hard and vicious, he bit Frank’s lip and he tasted blood. Frank matched him, kiss for kiss, but it was more like a fight than anything. Foggy scrabbled to get to skin. He wanted to see if there was a scar where that bandage had been. The one he’d seen on Frank’s lower back that day.

Frank caught his wrists and looked him in the eye. “Is this what you need, want you want, are you sure?”

Foggy knew he should stop. He knew that this was wrong, this wasn’t going to make him feel any better. But he didn’t. He met Frank’s gaze and didn’t flinch. “This is what I want. If you want to try and give it to me.”

Frank smiled but there wasn’t any humour or warmth in it. “I can see why he loves you so much.”

One Week and Four Days After

Foggy let himself into Matt’s apartment. Matt was waiting for him by the door.

“You knew I was coming?” asked Foggy looking anywhere but at Matt.

“I heard your heartbeat in the building,” said Matt. “I hoped.” He was holding himself carefully, like he wanted to touch Foggy but didn’t dare. Foggy hoped he didn’t. If he did Foggy might break into a thousand pieces.

“I had sex with Frank,” said Foggy unable to keep the bitterness out of the name. “Because that’s what we do now, right?”

“Foggy,” started Matt but Foggy didn’t let him talk.

“Only, it’s not what you do now. It’s what you’ve been doing. For months. How long, Matt?”

“Six months,” said Matt in a small voice.

“The whole time, ever since you started this.” Foggy had a sudden sickening realisation. “He was the guy, the one you ‘nearly’ slept with before…” Foggy laughed and it was bitter in his mouth. “I was the other woman!”

“No,” said Matt quickly and sharply. “I wanted to be with you, I love you. But him… it’s not… we don’t even…”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t even like each other. I heard that song already. I don’t know why you think that would make it better ,” snarled Foggy. “So tell me, what is it then? And don’t say ‘just sex’, don’t you dare.”

Matt wasn’t crying, but he looked like he wanted to. “I can’t hurt him. No matter how much I try, he can just… take it.”

“And I can’t? Jesus, Matt. Do you really think I’m some delicate little flower who can’t handle your dark side?” asked Foggy, finally feeling some of the anger he’d been wishing for the past two weeks.

“I don’t want you too!” shouted Matt. “I adore you, you’re the best thing in my whole world. You’re the only one I… and I can’t… I can’t let you be hurt. I can’t let you be hurt by me. It doesn’t matter if I hurt Frank. He hurts me right back. I…”

“You hurt me,” said Foggy quietly, but it was enough to stop Matt dead in his tracks. “You hurt me more than I thought it was possible for me to be hurt.”

There was silence for a long moment. Foggy carefully pressed the key into Matt’s hand.

Matt shook his head. “It’s yours.”

“No,” said Foggy. “Matt, I can’t come back here. I… I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”

Matt looked shocked, and a tiny bit hopeful. The hopeful hurt Foggy like someone stabbed him in the chest.

“You’re not leaving,” said Matt, so carefully like maybe saying it out loud would make it not true.

Foggy felt tears rolling down his face. “I don’t think I can, I don’t think I can stay either. I don’t…”

He fled the apartment. He didn’t know what was going to happen now.

***********

AN: Oh my god, what terrible thing have I written? My babies!!! I don't even think this is fixable... I want a happy ending!

OP - Not really. It's been a while since I've watched it but from what I remember he has a minor role as the member of a team building some stuff in apple. He has lines and a name and everything but overall it's a relatively minor position.

But every single scene he's in is cute as shit so it was totally worth it tbh

Do with this what you will.

(I'm not sure how many words these posts can take, so for right now I'll be posting in chunks of ~500 until it is done. Also I threw in some Matt-is-bipolar and I hope that is ok.)

1. The First Time

The place smelled like gin and sweat when he walked in, a dive bar with a fast pass for getting wasted. In the back, he smelled lone beer drinkers (Michelob Ultra, weak), but those weren’t his targets. He wanted the rough ones, four shots in and hungry for the promise of a naked body underneath them. Someone that wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if Matt wanted him to. Luckily, those people were in the majority tonight.

Matt’s skin hummed off key as he passed through the crowd, aware of every dust mote, every breath. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and spreading the vibration to his throat and his hands. The sweat in the bar was laced with arousal. Loud house music mingled with shouted conversations and threatened to overwhelm him. Somehow, a shot ended up in his hand and then another. Soon he was running on autopilot, numb to everything but his mission – get fucked, get hurt, and pay for hearing the cries of helpless people and doing nothing, nothing to stop it.

Outside of the bar, Manhattan screamed day in and day out with back alley rapes and muggings. Wine swished inside the crinkle of brown paper bags on sidewalks where homeless men begged for change. Unshowered drummers beat out patterns on buckets - ‘Even blind men can appreciate a little music.’ The clink of spoons and –swish- lighting of flames in heroin houses, needles piercing skin with a quiet, meaty sound. Prostitutes offered their wares; the slow click of their heels and wafting scent of perfume moved up and down the red light district. Domestic violence – beatings, beratings, and, worst of all, child molestation. The city he loved was rotting from the inside out, and only he knew how much had been eaten away.

For a long time, he had been able to tune this out. Stick trained him well in the art of filtering out stimuli to get to the core of what he needed to know about his surroundings. Sometimes he didn’t even have to use his training; depression would blunt his feelings and senses without any effort at all. Matt found the numbness soothing despite it being accompanied by a whole host of other problems. Win some, lose some.

This, however – Matt didn’t know what it was, but something had ramped up his brain like a roller coaster, negative stimuli bombarding him like wind beating his face. He spent hours in the gym trying to get rid of this foul energy so he could concentrate on school. The skin on his hands was cracked and raw from punching the bag without padding; blood trickled onto his textbooks when he read. Matt was acing all of his exams, but he barely knew what day it was or the last time that he had eaten. The roller coaster was approaching zero gravity and descent, and he just needed to push it there in penance. Hail Mary for a lapsed Catholic.

I don't really know why but I just want it.
(Perhaps to see Matt's reaction)

Oh, ow. OW. I'm sorry my prompt made you hurt these precious avocados so much, but thank you for filling it. This is amazing.

Matt is such a disaster, I was reading through my fingers at parts. The worst part is it is so in-character, I can see him fucking up his and Foggy's lives like this. And all because he's afraid of losing Foggy. Oh Matt, you ridiculous hot mess.

Brett is so wonderful. And I like Frank here too, he was so...practical. Almost kind, in a Frank Castle kind of way.

I just want to hug Foggy. The part where he talked about the fate of Nelson and Murdock and finally broke down crying...I was nearly in tears.

I second your wish for a happy ending, but yeah...I don't know how that would even work. Poor babies...

Great fic, nonny. So many beautiful, sad feels.

Poor Foggy!!! I'm all for happy endings but I don't think he should forgive Matt this time :((( He only stopped cause he got caught, is not fair on Foggy.
(I have some feelings on this lol)
But please write more!!!!

That needs to be a prompt on it's own.

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Prompt Post #6

Matt, Foggy, Karen - Lost in the Woods

Re: Matt/Foggy, BDSM, praisekink, safewording

Re: Matt/Foggy, surprise use of safewords

Re: Matt/Foggy (?) + Karen - The alley where we used to... um...

Gen: Five times Foggy was taken as Matt's "babysitter"

Re: Inside Out crossover

Re: Gen: Five times Foggy was taken as Matt's "babysitter"

Re: Matt/Foggy. Intersex Matt

Re: The Principal Difference Between A Dog And A Man 3/?

Re: Prompt repost: Matt/OCs, one night stands as a form of self-punishment

Re: Prompt repost: Matt/OCs, one night stands as a form of self-punishment

Re: Slash or gen, au

Re: Matt/Foggy (?) + Karen - The alley where we used to... um...

Fill- The things you do in the darkness

Crossover: Over the Garden Wall

Re: Claire listens to erotic audio books

Fill: 1/2 Matt/Foggy, Matt/Frank, Infidelity

Fill: 2/2 Matt/Foggy, Matt/Frank, Infidelity

Re: smol computer nerd Foggy Nelson

{Gen} or Matt/Foggy-Stick trained Foggy too

Fill 1/?: hail mary for lapsed catholics

Gen or Foggy/Matt-Foggy is in The Hand

Re: Fill: 2/2 Matt/Foggy, Matt/Frank, Infidelity

Re: Fill: 2/2 Matt/Foggy, Matt/Frank, Infidelity

Re: Matt/Foggy: "It's a sex thing!" part 2/3