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and gives his friends pastries when they are sad.

That's it that's the whole prompt.

Yes need this because of important reasons

“Here.” Foggy shoves a Tupperware of cookies into Matt’s hands as he walks into the office. “Oatmeal raisin cookies. I can’t believe I actually had to bake these in my own kitchen for you.”

“Thanks?” Matt seems more or less bemused but he takes the container of cookies anyway. “Foggy, you didn’t have to make me anything though-”

“Oh yes I did,” Foggy interrupts. “You know how this works, Murdock. You start moping around, feeling sad for yourself, and you get pastries from me.”

“I haven’t been feeling sad, though,” Matt tells him. “Everything has been fine. I think.”

Foggy shakes his head. “They’re from the, uh. Our fight. During the Fisk thing.” A look of realization crosses Matt’s face. “Anyway, I couldn’t sleep last night so I decided to bake and I figured I might as well bake for someone specific so here we are. Oatmeal raisin cookies. Think of it as a very belated cheering-up.”

“Are you saying that you chose to bake for Matt over me?” Karen calls out from where she’s sitting at the folding table that’s still serving as her desk.

Matt laughs next to him as Foggy says, “What? No, it’s not like that… You got those danishes last week! I just thought… Ugh, fine Page, what do you want from me?”

Which is how Foggy ends up with an order for a fresh pumpkin roll (“A pumpkin roll? You have used up all your free baking requests for a while with this one, Karen!” Foggy says, even though he knows that’s not true. The next time he finds himself baking out of boredom, he’ll make something for her too.) and a batch of dark chocolate espresso cupcakes (“Matt you got cookies today, how many more desserts do you really need this week?”).

Foggy grumbles about it, but Matt and Karen see right through him. Foggy’s baking is an unstoppable force, it would happen whether they put in requests or not. At least this way, he has some direction (and a better idea of what to make them the next time they’re feeling down).

“Mrs. Silvera, I promise we’ll do everything we can to help,” Matt says. The case is going to be a doozy, and even if they win Mrs. Silvera would only be able to pay them a small fraction of their usual fees, but Foggy has no hesitations about taking the case anyway.

She was crying earlier, as she told them her story and why she came to them for help, and she’s still a little teary-eyed and weepy as the meeting is winding to a close. Now that Foggy doesn’t have to take notes on what she’s saying he excuses himself quietly and goes to their makeshift-kitchenette to grab his stash of emergency baked goods that he keeps in the fridge, for moments just like this.

Today, he brought in extra lemon bars and he carefully wraps a few of them up in a napkin. Mrs. Silvera is just standing up and pulling on her coat when he returns and he says, “Here, Mrs. Silvera, something for the road. They’re lemon bars, made them fresh myself last night.”

Mrs. Silvera takes the lemon bars from him cautiously, as if expecting it to be some sort of trick, but when she nibbles on the corner of one out of politeness her whole face lights up immediately. “These are delicious!” she says. Some of the tension bleeds out of her frame, and Foggy thinks he sees the corner of her lips quirk up in the beginnings of a smile. “Thank you so much, both of you. You’ve both been so kind to me…”

“It’s nothing more than a lady as kind as yourself deserves, Mrs. Silvera,” Matt says smoothly as he pulls the door open from her. “We’ll get started on your case immediately, and we’ll be in touch with more details as this develops.”

“Your baking powers will never cease to amaze me, Foggy,” Karen says, from where she had been watching them for the past few minutes. “I don’t know how you do it, but everything you make is delicious and it honestly makes everything seem a little better when you eat it.”

Foggy laughs. “It’s just baking, Karen. Nothing special.”

“You always downplay your own skills,” Matt says with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, it’s like… If there was a superpower for baking, you’d have it.” Karen giggles. “Super-baking.”

“Saving Hell’s Kitchen, one Danish at a time,” Matt teases.

“Hey, someone’s got to do it,” Foggy jokes. “Giving life-saving muffins to those in desperate need of a good day.”

“And there’s no one better suited for it than you,” Matt adds, fondly

Foggy can feel his face start to flush with embarrassment and he coughs, loudly, and says, “Alright, alright, that’s enough teasing for one day, I think.”

The teasing is fairly common in the office, jokes about Foggy’s late nights spent baking or the pastries he plies their clients with. Foggy is more than happy to bake just for the sake of baking, and share his results with whoever might be closest. Most of the time that ends up being Matt and Karen, and he knows that both of them take leftover baked goods home in the evenings.

Sometimes he’ll make them something specific, just because he’s in a good mood and wants to share the good mood. But sometimes, more frequently than he’d like, he finds himself watching them nervously during the day, picking up the small signs that something is bothering his friends that they don’t want to talk about, only to go home that night and bake something for them, something to pull them out of the funk.

Karen has been different, ever since they took down Fisk, and she’s not talking about what caused that change. Foggy tried, a thousand different ways, to get her to open up but it’s not working. So sometimes, when it’s clear that words aren’t getting through to her, he’ll bake her something specific. The white chocolate macadamia nut cookies that she loves, or fresh scones that are guaranteed to make her smile when he hands them to her in the morning.

Matt is harder to bake for, his sensitive taste buds making it nearly impossible to find that perfect recipe to make him happy. Chocolate chip cookies are usually safe, but Foggy can go through three batches before they’re just gooey enough, just chocolatey enough for Matt’s tastes. Oatmeal raisin cookies are the safer bet, but in some ways getting those perfect is almost harder than baking chocolate chip cookies. But what Matt really loves are fruit desserts, pies and cobblers and turnovers, sugary and sticky and made with the freshest fruit Foggy can buy.

Foggy doesn’t tell Matt about the small fortune he spends in fruit, or in baking supplies in general. Matt has enough weight on his shoulders without Foggy adding to it. Besides, Foggy can never risk the feel-good magic of his baking being tainted by guilt in any way.

Foggy’s apartment always smells like the inside of a bakery- freshly baked cookies and muffins, the lingering hint of cinnamon and chocolate and fruit preserves, the doughy scent of a new pie crust cooling in the fridge. His kitchen is set up for baking, cooling racks set up on the counter that are always full of something and empty mixing bowls always sitting in the drying rack by his sink. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get the flour off his kitchen floor, no matter how many times he tries to sweep it up.

It’s Saturday and Matt had come over to hang out for a bit, like they used to do more often before the vigilantism and their growing law firm had cut into what little free time they had. In reality, Matt is dozing on his couch, trying to catch up on some much-needed rest, and Foggy is using him as a taste subject for new recipes that he’s trying out.

The timer on the oven dings and on the couch, Matt starts to stir. “What’d you make this time?” he calls out. “Smells like… apple?”

“Apple pie pops,” Foggy says. “Like cake pops, but better. Give them a few minutes to cool and I’ll let you try one.”

“Who are those for?” Matt asks. He’s well-familiar with Foggy’s need to bake for anyone who is feeling even the tiniest bit upset, having been on the receiving end of baked goods for that exact reason many times before.

“Brett,” Foggy says. “I think work is getting to him, he seemed a little down the last time I gave him cigars for Bess.”

“And making Brett an apple pie on a stick will help cheer him up?” Matt asks skeptically.

“What can I say? The man likes apples,” Foggy says. “What’s your opinion on cobblers? I have about six type of fruit in my fridge that I need to use in something.”

“Cobbler sounds good to me,” Matt says. “What do you have in the oven now?”

“Brownies,” Foggy tells him. “With extra chocolate chips. Justin- Susan’s son, down at the end of the hall, real sweet lady, I think you’ve met her? Anyway, he broke his arm the other day. Thought I take them over for him later today.”

“Foggy, you can’t fix the world by baking for everyone who’s a little sad,” Matt says with a laugh.

“I can damn well try,” Foggy says firmly. “Now get over here and try one of Brett’s apple pops, let me know what you think.”

this is so cuuuuute and foggy's apartment sounds like the literal sweetest (hehe). love it <3

OP this is so ic and precious thank u

This is amazing! Thank you for bringing sunshine baking Foggy into my life :D

psst don't forget to link this on the completed fills post!

Perfection. XD

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