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Matt has PTSD because of, well. Because of his life. Though he's still generally pretty on the ball when he's Daredevilin', in his day to day life things start to fall apart because he only has so much energy, honestly. He starts having panic attacks on the regular again (there was a rough patch in college), violently flinches away from casual touch, has trouble eating and sleeping, has nightmares and flashbacks, and is somehow more hyperaware than usual with the senses that he has (and for the first time in a long time he starts getting paranoid about how He Might Not Notice Something a sighted person might).

He does his best to not let on, because he's Daredevil, he's never been through a traumatizing event in his life, he is a rock he is an island, etc., but Foggy and Karen figure out that things aren't going all that well pretty quickly. Everyone is out of their depth (and also not exactly in the best mental health place either), and things get worse before they get better, but eventually the power of friendship does at least help out. (I don't mind minor romance as long as there's no OC's or sex, but I'd prefer gen.)

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yes pls

What's the complete opposite of "OBJECTION!"? Because that's what I would like to scream in response to this post lol

Let's just go with response above, seal of approval!

ok i am very possibly maybe filling this atm

HOLY SHIT this is the OP and I am so excited!!! :D :D :D

(sorry this is all coming out much more angsty than i intended; i promise sweet, fluffy comfort will come along eventually)

Matt’s sitting against the wall on the third floor landing of the stairs to his apartment, his head in his hands.

It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t be this way. I’m a lawyer- no, I’m a soldier, I should be better than this, I shouldn’t-

Fuck.

He’s been stuck in this thought cycle for a while, ever since his chest or his throat or his something had tightened and choked him while he was digging in his pocket for his keys about fifteen minutes ago. He’d been finally, finally coming home after an unbelievably long day (and night) in the office, searching for any way at all to get their (his and Foggy’s and Karen’s because they were all together, and he couldn’t let them down again now that things were finally maybe okay, right?) client out of completely fictitious assault charges. He’d stayed late at his desk, reading and re-reading every account of the incident outside the bodega on 54th long after Foggy and Karen had left for the night, but once his fingers had begun to ache, he’d admitted defeat and began the walk home.

Until he wound up here, gasping for breath and fighting the paralyzing fear that seemed to pin him against the dingy, cracked wall of the stairwell.

I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m a soldier. My mind controls my body. I shouldn’t feel this way.

He coughs, swallows against the bitter taste in the back of his throat, and shakily stands up, keys in hand.

*

Matt had been scared for Karen and Foggy since the beginning of the whole Union Allied debacle. Karen knew that. She understood that all of his arguing and controlling and admonishing came from a place of concern and ultimately of love.

Matt had absolutely been scared, but the discomfort-verging-on-panic she saw lurking in the tight way he held his mouth recently, well, that was something completely different.

Whatever it was had started about four days after Daredevil caught up with Fisk and made the front page of every newspaper in the city.

Or at least that’s the best timestamp Karen has for when she first began to worry.

She’d come into his office early one morning to find him already bent over his laptop, earphones in, deep in concentration. (On what? They didn’t really have a case right now, and was he wearing the same tie as yesterday?) She’d dropped a file folder on his desk, and he’d jerked back, startled.

“I didn’t-“ he shook his head, rubbed the back of his neck, and looked up at her with a good imitation of a natural smile. “I didn’t hear you.”

Why should you have?

“Oh, well, it’s just word got around about our work for- for Ms. Cardenas, and a group of tenants in a building on 8th forwarded us some information about a problem with their landlord, and I know it’s not exactly our practice, but do you think you-“

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll look into it, thanks.”

Karen hesitated, looking at the crease in Matt’s brow as he reached for the folder and ran his hands over the first document. “Do you n- if you want some coffee, Foggy just put on a pot when he came in.”

“I’ll get myself a cup after I read this.” He paused, looking up at her, smiling a little more genuinely. “Thanks, Karen.”

WOW anon thank you so so so much, this is wonderful. I love your descriptions of what's going on with Matt and I love your Karen POV and I love this.

ALSO this is the OP, and you should remember to put this on the fill post so everyone can find it!

oh gosh thanks so much!!

YES I am so ready for this.

this is great, thanks! would love to read more.

The day passed slowly and quietly.

With Fisk out of the picture, greedy landlords seemed a lot less frightening than they had before, but greedy landlords had always been a problem in the city, especially in light of the rapid re-gentrification of the west side after the Incident.

Foggy was tired and frustrated, and somehow just thinking about tenants being pushed out of their homes reopened the fresh wound of Elena’s death.

And he hadn’t seen Matt all day. Which was just unacceptable. They were best friends, partners. They shared everything, but most importantly, they shared a very tiny three-room office that left absolutely no excuse for missing each other at work.

But Matt had kept his door firmly shut all day, and Foggy honestly wasn’t even sure that he’d left his office to get coffee from the weak pot of burnt tasting Chock Full o’ Nuts he’d made that morning. Which, like, Matt never slept. He drank more coffee than any of them, for all he complained about the taste.

Lunchtime had come and gone. Karen ate a foil-wrapped sandwich at her desk before slipping quietly out of the office like she had for the past few days.

Foggy had walked to Matt’s door and lifted his hand to knock before lowering it and going to the pantry to find some snacks he could put together to constitute a meal. He tried not to worry that Matt had gone out last night and injured himself again or reopened his stitches and somehow found a way to quietly bleed out in his office.

Finally, a little after four, Foggy snapped his laptop shut and walked past Karen to Matt’s door and knocked.

When no one answered, Foggy cracked the door open to peak inside. Matt’s head rested on his arms, skewing his glasses slightly off his face.

Foggy didn’t especially want to wake him from whatever sleep he might be able to get, but the frightened voice in the back of his mind whispered Matt doesn’t do this normally, what if there’s something wrong, what if he is sick, what if he is for real actually bleeding out, what if what if, so he walked over the Matt’s desk, trying to make his footfalls as loud as possible.

He tapped Matt lightly on the shoulder but jumped back quickly as his friend snapped his arm up to grab his hand.

Heart pounding, he folded his arms and backed towards the wall. He tried to keep his voice even. “Hey, sorry about that buddy. Haven’t you been getting any sleep lately?”

“No, that was… That was me. Sorry. It’s just been a weird few days with- you know.”

“Yeah, Matt, that it has. How bout we grab Karen and head home for the night? Order some takeout and have an early dinner. You can crash at mine if you want.”

Matt stretched back, yawning, “no, you go ahead. I don’t even know how long I’ve been asleep, and I really should at least get through this file today.”

Foggy didn’t exactly agree with the logic of that argument, but he nodded and then said “yeah, next time then” (just in case Matt couldn’t tell) before turning to leave. He may be a lawyer for lost causes, but he know an argument he had no chance of winning.

He paused at the doorway and looked back to where Matt was already opening the folder and running his hands over the paper.

“Just don’t forget to get some dinner, okay? And maybe leave off the night job tonight?”

He closed the door behind him without waiting for a response, hoping he could at least convince Karen to join him for a drink.

(sorry for the short/late fill; finals et al have gotten to me. i have more drafted, but i'm still working out time/flow/etc., so i'm posting kinda slowly. i really want to explore matt's experience of ptsd (full disclosure, i had/have it), but i also want to spend some time looking at how the shit that's gone down has karen and foggy too, so i hope that's ok)

Aww, Matt :(

I really want to see more of this story, even though it's so sad. I just want to wrap them all up in blankets and give them puppies.

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Prompt Post #1

Matt and PTSD, surprisingly Daredevil doesn't turn out to be good for his mental health

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FILL (1/?): Gen, Karen & Matt & Foggy, Hurt/Comfort, Matt has PTSD

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FILL (2/?): Gen, Karen & Matt & Foggy, Hurt/Comfort, Matt has PTSD

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