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I need to art this like BURNING

DO IT

I'm thinking maybe bulldog? They're stocky and tend to be white

Thank you so much!
I'm glad you enjoyed. I try really hard not to woobie-fy Frank too much, but I find him to be a fascinating character and definitely wonder if in the future they'll explore his morals.

Emery was a small time scumbag for a reason. That was all that Frank could think as he made his demands. He thought small, and that kept him alive. His lack of ambition was the only thing between him and a bullet to the head and Frank was pretty sure he was starting to figure that out.

Of course, now, Emery had Daredevil in his hands. It was a chance move, really. Frank had to wonder if Matt had really killed someone. It wouldn't surprise him, really. Matt - Daredevil - his ... his Master, was a very good man, but a short sighted one as well. Frank had seen him move through evil doers like they were made of nothing. If someone didn't die unexpectedly, it'd be a miracle.

As he explained what he wanted from Daredevil, Frank thought about how easy it would be to kill him. He didn't even need a weapon, honestly. He could snap the bastard's neck in half of a second, and he was pretty sure this guy didn't have enough mooks to be a problem either. It would be too easy, except for the fact that Matt's life wasn't in danger and he couldn't defy his Master's orders. No, he couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted to.

His demands of Daredevil were pretty simple.

"First of all," Emery said, gloating in the worst, most pompous manner possible, "I want you to stay out of my affairs. I have a signal. If anyone you come to do your justice against gives you said signal, I want you to leave them be. Secondly, I want you to get rid of Dalton."

"Synthetic drug manufacturer," Frank whispered under his breath. He had run into some of the man's people when bringing down the gangs. Dalton supplied for some of the major gangs. "He's quiet and supplies for the major crime players, sir."

"Your little pet is wise," Emery huffed. "Kill him, get him put away for life, I don't care. Just make him disappear."

"Or..."

"Or the whole world finds out exactly what the little blind lawyer has been hiding up his sleeve," Emery teased, a grin crossing his face. "You'll lose your credibility and your pet. Make it happen by this Friday, or else it all comes crashing."

He turned and walked away.

"Please, sir, let me."

"No. Not yet."

OP
Hahaha also a great idea!

While I imagine that Peter trying to explain to Matt that he's not an homeless child would be awkward and hilarious, Frank might unintentionally come off as very threatening, especially given his reputation!

Like Frank says "I'm gonna have a talk with your parents" and Peter's like "YOU GO ANYWHERE NEAR MY FAMILY AND I WILL END YOU."

Woohoo! Yay!! :)

I'm imagining this with Karen or Marci but hey Matt or anyone else works too.

Basically, two virgins are trying to do the do for the first time, and the result is kind of awkward but, like, in a really pleasant way?

Like, they don't know what they're doing exactly, but they both pretty much expected that, and they know each other well enough that they can laugh at themselves, and the other person, and the whole situation. In the end, after a whole lot of fumbling and giggling, the sex isn't mind blowing but it's an all-around good experience for all involved.

+5 if Foggy breaks the tension with really terrible porn lines
+10 for all of the fluff
+15 for equally giggly cuddling afterward.

Oh man this is amazing. SO GOOD!

I'd been hoping to write a fill for this myself but this is so awesome it won't matter if I never get around to it...

yay thank you!!

\\o// thank you so much!

<333 Thank you!!!

It's so dark.

His smile is the glint of a blade, sharp and sure, but his kiss is all Matt, soft and sweet and careful, so careful. She feels like the empty shell of a robin’s egg, precious and hollow, but it's not her choice. He's making her feel this way.

She'll make him stop.

Karen slides her hands up, gripping his helmet - except it's not his helmet, the evidence of her fingertips outweighs that of her eyes. She knows how it should feel: she touched it once before, that night in the dying light of their office, while Matt stood and waited for her benediction or her curse. But this isn't the smooth, hard curve she remembers. This is Matt's hair, thick and soft between her fingers, and no matter how tightly she digs into his scalp that doesn't change.

Karen tugs. Hard. She wants to startle him out of this gentleness, but he's so damn insistent with it, so worshipful, and maybe there’s a time that she would love it, but this isn't it.

There’s a wall behind him, rough exposed brick. Some abandoned building? His apartment? It's all the same to her as she pushes in close, braces one palm against the brick, and kisses him. Shows him how sharp she can be. Pulls on his bottom lip and lets him feel her teeth.

The body armor melts away, and he's in a tee and sweatpants, soft things, soft things, and Karen twists her fingers in his hair in exasperation.

But it’s fitting, because Matt never could quite hide his strength from her in those. That day in his apartment after his quote-unquote car accident, there'd been no chance of hiding his injuries in the morning light, and no chance of hiding the rest of it, either. The heft of his biceps. The breadth of his chest. And she’s learned, since then, what those arms feel like around her, and she knows -

She knows he's hard, and getting harder.

Karen presses against his body, shifts her hips, gets him nice and heavy and thick right at her center. Only his sweatpants and her sleep pants separate them now - soft things, but his fingers are branding her waist, and his hips are jerking up.

And up. He doesn’t want to stop.

Her heartbeat is an ocean in her ears. His breath, Christ, his breath is the roar of a hurricane. They're on the verge of something, she and Matt, and any moment now the roll of her hips and the throb of his dick will drive them to that tipping point, and she won’t feel fragile, and she won’t feel hollow, and nothing will be hidden away -

Streetlights cast a yellow glare on her ceiling, and Karen’s sheets are twisted around her waist. Her fingers are kneading her thigh, and she slides them over, gives herself what she needs.

I haven’t written action scenes in years, but all of you nonnies are far too kind and I hope the focus on misunderstandings helps make up for the lack of backflip-kicks. I am very happy to elaborate a bit on Faraday cages and how to manage ventilated patients without electricity for any interested anons but my geekery is not everybody's geekery and that is okay. Feedback is always muse-bait.

The next time Hawkeye saw Daredevil, the vigilante was pacing near Metro General’s helipad. He’d called in the Avengers after overhearing Hydra’s plan to hit up the hospital to clean out the pharmacy. Hawkeye was close enough it had been faster to run over himself instead of heading back to the Tower first.

Despite being reminded again just a minute before, Daredevil still wasn’t facing Hawkeye to make lip-reading possible. It usually wasn’t a concern but with the ambient noise of a windy night, Clint was straining to make out the words. “They have another EMP en route, I’m not sure how far away it is,” Clint thought Daredevil said. “I called in the threat to the hospital and they have backup generators ready.”

“They’re taking it seriously?”

“They called in the chief medical officer, yes,” he said, finally turning toward Hawkeye. “They’re going to be putting some visitors to work, but they have enough people for someone to stand by the patients on a ventilator and keep them breathing. The rest of the team is coming in, I hear the rotors.”

Right. So on top of the possibility of an EMP, if they lost the lights they’d also lose the ventilators and whatever other equipment that was keeping people alive. “How are you with hand signals?”

Daredevil grimaced. “Not great,” he said, as if it hadn’t been two weeks since the man reluctantly produced an email address and replied that he’d gone through the video. “If you need me, though, say my name. I’ll hear you.”

Clint was a professional. He did not bite the man’s head off for the cute reminder that hearing things was a normal human ability. “Right. Any other hints?”

Daredevil was looking two inches to his right, again, because he didn’t always bother with eye contact. It usually didn’t make Clint want to tell Daredevil that he didn’t get to call in Avengers and then be pissed that they showed up. “If you have time, you and Iron Man should get to the MRI room. They have a Faraday cage over that room to keep out external radiation, it might hold up against an EMP.”

“Tony’s bringing fancy glow sticks,” Hawkeye offered. “After last time, he got annoyed that all of his tech went boom. He and Bruce worked out something like the little kid toys that works more like a really bright flashlight.”

“I don’t need help with that,” Daredevil said, a hint of a smile breaking through the stoicism. “I almost caught up with the stragglers last time before Widow picked me out as the guy on my own.”

Hawkeye gritted his teeth against the reminder that being deaf and blind during a fight was pretty much a guarantee of being useless. Hawkeye had been trapped on a catwalk until SHIELD brought in a light, Daredevil had nearly tackled someone to the ground. “Yeah, well, take one anyway,” he said curtly. “Maybe you can scare the civilians a little less that way.”

“That’s not—Hawkeye, I didn’t mean—”

Clint was done with this talk and now even he could hear the helicopter coming down, a long time after Daredevil announced when people with normal hearing would pick out his teammates arrival. “Save it,” he said. Personally, Hawkeye was saved from further crap by Tony touching down gently for once in their lives. Hawkeye bet the hospital would appreciate the gesture. Tony’s usual landings broke concrete all the way through. Tony was still having a conversation with Cap through a private link about the architecture, Daredevil and Clint left them to it.

Daredevil kept his mouth shut while Cap ran through their approach. He didn’t say a word when Hawkeye pointed out that the MRI room would be shielded. He didn’t have a single twitch to his lower face when Tony lit up at the idea and mentioned that he and Clint could stay toward that part of the hospital and try to get there in time.

When Tony handed out glow sticks and muttered about preschool solutions, Daredevil didn’t have a word to say against Tony. Maybe he just had a problem with Clint.

Clint took the roof to play sentry. He could rappel down the side of the hospital and get himself to the radiology department and its MRI room fast enough to take the risk. Steve had taken a minute to talk to the hospital’s chief medical officer and hear her priorities for keeping patients safe. Even given forty minutes’ notice, fully evacuating a hospital was a heady task that still would leave patients in the path of whoever Hydra was sending in. The most they had been able to do was divert all ambulances to a different hospital’s emergency room, freeing up staff to help through the rest of the hospital. They had made an overhead announcement about a possible power disruption, nothing more than that.

Hawkeye called out the arrival of a new helicopter. On the roof with an unobstructed view, he could pick it out of the sky without issue long before he could hear it. “We have a bogey coming in from the west. They’re not angled toward the helipad, it looks like they’re going to park in the courtyard.” The helipad was the top floor of the parking garage. Natasha and Steve had both agreed the courtyard had a better angle toward the pharmacy when they studied blueprints Stark had pulled out of nowhere.

“I’m taking a chance on the Faraday cage,” Tony said. “I’m not much good in a fight otherwise.”

“There’s fighting downstairs,” Daredevil said. Clint could just picture the head-tilt that always accompanied those sudden bursts of new information. “By the pharmacy. Someone just screamed.”

“Daredevil, you were supposed to be covering the intensive care unit,” Steve replied with more patience than the comment deserved.

Even the lunatic had limits, it seemed, because Daredevil was clearly annoyed when he replied. “I am in the ICU’s main stairwell, the echoes here are pretty loud. I’m still closest, I didn’t think Hydra would have someone in the building already.”

Cap was never one to waste an advantage. “Go,” he said. “Widow and I will take the crew from the helicopter.”

The communicator clicked in Clint’s ear a minute later. “Daredevil’s not in this little chat, just us. I have him on the surveillance cameras, I might have hacked in so I’m not just standing in an empty room like a boring damsel,” Tony said. He always took point on communicators, but he rarely cut someone out of the group line. “I should rip this crap for youtube, he actually just parkoured down the stairs instead of moving like a normal human. He’s using more banister than stairs, and… Okay, there’s a tech down, found the pharmacy. Somebody want to tell me why Daredevil is beating the shit out of a… well fuck.”

“Iron Man, clarify,” Cap bit out.

“Pharmacists don’t usually have guns in their pockets, right? Okay, those aren’t pharmacists full-time. They were boxing up a lot of things that probably don’t belong in boxes and actually are decent at hand-to-hand.”

“The man with the EMP is down,” Natasha said. She wasn’t out of breath, of course, because she was Clint’s favorite. “He hadn’t armed it yet. The rest of the helicopter crew is also taking naps. Hospital security is going to keep an eye on them.”

“Alright, I’m going to help clean up downstairs.” In the background of Tony’s reply, Clint could hear the hum of the armor assembling itself. “Anything to add before Daredevil’s back on radio?”

“Widow is supervising hospital security to make sure we don’t have any surprises, I’m headed for Daredevil’s location,” Cap reported.

Clint knew that letting the team know was more important than feeling petty. It turned out they didn’t need hand signals after all, so he shouldn’t feel disappointed just because he’d wasted everyone’s time.

“Let Daredevil back onto the comms, Iron Man,” Hawkeye said. “I think we won this round.”

jfc stop making me sad

great prompt!

Frank would be the BEST bear tea party guest :)

i really love this story. i mean, it sometimes hurts to read (because matt is not in a good place after season 2, this particular arrangement with fisk and vanessa is not really conducive to finding any kind of moral or emotional clarity, and everyone else is off-balance as well) but you show all that confusion in a very... hmm... honest way, i think might be the best way to phrase it. i like that everything is still a mess and there don't seem likely to be any easy answers, just people muddling through somehow and hopefully reaching some kind of equilibrium they can all live with.

Somebody do it, I just wrote Daredevil having a tea party and fully agree that Punisher is even better.

Breakfast Club AU where Matt and Co. are stuck in detention together. What did each of them do to get in there? How do they react to each other?

Yes, please!

So Matt's in there for fighting, obv. Foggy - talking back to a teacher? Karen could be there for arguing or fighting, now that I think about it.

aYRT
I'll take a crack at it then, try to get some snippets at least

*fans self*

i love how karen's fantasy itself seems to be fighting her -- like she knows matt has fixed ideas about her and himself and probably wouldn't want to bring that edge of violence into sex with her -- but she keeps wrenching it back toward what SHE wants anyway. also the description of matt's soft clothes being unable to conceal his strength was really delicious :)

Fisk knew about it, of course. He was a real motherfucker like that (Matt was in a very bad mood). When Matt dressed himself to go, Fisk handed him a manila envelope. Matt reached in to check, but he knew from the weight and feel that there was a blown-up photograph inside. “What is it?”
“It’s for Mr. Nelson.”

So he wasn’t going to describe it. “Is it graphic or violent?”

“I assure you, it contains nothing of that nature,” Fisk said. No lie. So Matt didn’t even have that in his arsenal. “But it’s for his eyes, not yours.”

Matt clenched his jaw but swallowed his pride yet again. He already had a frustration headache. He didn’t need to make it worse. “Fine. But after this, you leave him alone. That’s our deal.”

“If you honor it,” Fisk said, “I will do the same.”

Again, no lie. Life was not cutting Matt Murdock any breaks today.

Foggy wanted to meet in the abandoned offices of Nelson and Murdock. They’d been unable to break their lease and it was against the landlord’s policy to sublet it, so it sat open and empty in some prime corporate real estate. Matt supposed Foggy was paying the bills. It wasn’t right, but Matt would make it up to him. Eventually.

Foggy and Karen were waiting for him. Karen bounced off the edge of the empty desk and hugged him. He didn’t invite it but he didn’t do anything to stop it.

“You look like shit, Matt.” Foggy didn’t mince words, but he wasn’t angry, either. He sounded tired.
Compared to how he was a month ago, Matt imagined he looked pretty good, but he didn’t really know. He let Karen disengage from him before he said anything about the other presence in the office, hidden behind the door to his old office. “Frank.”

Castle stepped out of the shadows. It was night and the only bulbs humming were the ones in the main room. “Red.”

“You guys know each other?” Foggy said. “As in, like you’re friends?”

“I wouldn’t say we’re friends,” Matt said, and turned his head in Frank’s direction. “I heard you were in Tampa.”

“I came back,” Frank said with customary succinctness. He was only packing a glock in his back pants and a tiny sidearm in an ankle holster, so he wasn’t here to fight.

“How was it?” He only knew of it from the newspapers; Frank had been busy down there.

“Hot.”

“He calls you ‘Red.’” Foggy was incredulous. Even a little amused. Matt had a lot of follow-up questions about how Foggy was okay with Frank being there, but that could wait. “I can’t imagine where he would have gotten that.”

“I’m aware of the color of the suit,” Matt said. He wanted to smile, to joke around about it like old times, but he was exhausted. He came into the building already drained. He wasn’t truly up for this. “I didn’t want to do this, but I suppose I have to.” He pulled the envelope out of his jacket and handed it to Foggy. “I don’t know what’s in it.” When Frank’s weight shifted precariously, Matt added, “It’s a photograph.”

“We’re not going to be threatened by Fisk and his minions,” Karen said with her usual indignation. “Whatever he has on you, he doesn’t have the right to do this. You can’t –

“Karen,” Foggy said. His body sunk like a stone into the only chair after he pulled out the single picture, his posture one of someone who was truly horrified, and maybe also punched in the face. His heard was racing. “Be quiet for a minute, okay?”

“Foggy – “

“Shut up. Please.” Foggy was really pleading with her. He was on the verge of tears as his fist balled around the heavy paper. “Just – don’t.”

“Fisk said it wasn’t anything graphic,” Matt said. “He wasn’t lying.”

“Then he thought – “ Foggy couldn’t manage words. “He thought – he has a different opinion about things. I mean, shit.” He put one hand on his forehead. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Fuck it all, he would kill Fisk. “What is it?”

“It’s um, a picture of my sister Candace,” Foggy choked out. “Asleep in her dorm room at UC-Berkeley. Taken from ... I think this is the hallway? Someone was in the hallway and he opened her door when she was asleep and took a picture of her? I mean, fuck, that means – Fuck.” The agony in his voice wasn’t making Matt’s night any better. “What does he want?”

“He wants you to leave me alone.”

“Is this about Jessica? Because her behavior – Look, I didn’t ask her to do that. That was all her.”

“I know. Fisk knows.”

“She’s fired, okay? You can tell him that.” He tore up what was left of the envelope the photograph came in. “What has he done to you?”

“...Nothing,” Matt said with a shrug. “He’s done more or less nothing.”

“Are you here of your own free will?” Karen asked. Matt noticed how Frank protectively flanked her.

“Vanessa suggested it,” he said. “But she didn’t threaten.” Well, that wasn’t really true, but there wasn’t a better way to explain it.

“‘Vanessa?’”

“Yes, I live downstairs from her. I call her by her first name,” Matt replied. “All things considered, they’ve been very polite to me.”

“Are you apologizing for them?” Foggy asked. “Doesn’t Stockholm Syndrome take some time?”

“You asked me what he’s done, and I’ve told you.” Matt fiddled with his cane, which found a grove in the carpet. “I don’t know what he was thinking originally, when he found me. I wasn’t in ... good shape. And from there, I don’t know what his thinking is. But no, he hasn’t hurt me, and as long as I do what he says, he doesn’t intend to.”

“‘What he says,’” Karen repeated. “What does that mean?”

Matt shrugged. “I honestly couldn’t tell you.”

“What does he have on you? Other than the Daredevil stuff?”

“I don’t think he needs Daredevil,” Matt said. “No one would believe him anyway. He threatened you. Both of you. He gave me a photo, just like he did with Foggy, of the two of you at a bar. You didn’t know you were being photographed. Or, that’s what the description said.”

“That’s it?”

“He didn’t need anything else,” Matt said. “Fisk’s threats are abstract, but they’re real. He killed so many people already, just because they got in his way. He knows pressure points.”

“You’re not responsible for protecting us, Matt,” Karen said defiantly.

“And does Candace have a Frank Castle in her life, too?”

“She shouldn’t – “

“No, Karen. He’s right,” Foggy said. “I’d do anything to protect my sister. Fisk knows what he’s doing. He has me, and because me he has Matt. And no one’s too amenable to the punishing Fisk plan, right?” That last sentence was deliberately said to the room.

“Right,” Matt said, again in Frank’s direction. So Foggy was a little uneasy about Frank’s involvement, whatever it was. He was here for Karen, and maybe he felt some loyalty to them by adjacency. “That is not the answer to this problem.”

“If you want to be Fisk’s bitch, have it your way,” Frank said. Same for Foggy, it was implied. Karen didn’t weigh in and he didn’t mention her. Fisk hadn’t directly threatened her – yet – and that was probably the only reason he was alive.

“Didn’t you fight Fisk in prison?” Foggy asked.

“Not one-on-one. He’s too smart for that,” Frank admitted.

“He also got you out of prison,” Matt pointed out.

“I think he wanted to get me out of there after he tried to have me killed,” Frank said. “I was probably a liability. If he thinks I think I owe him something, he’s wrong. And unlike you, I’ll pull the trigger. So he’d better fucking stay clear of me.”

“I think it’s safe to say that he’s come to that conclusion,” Matt said. Maybe that was why he hadn’t threatened Karen.

“So what do we do? I mean, we could try to dig up something to blackmail him back with.”

“Because that went so well for Ben Urich,” Foggy pointed out. He sounded like he had a stress headache now, too.

“Don’t bring Ben into this.”

“I can if I think Ben wouldn’t want us to make the same mistakes!” Foggy shouted, then shrunk back. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought him up, but we have to remind ourselves what we’re dealing with. And what could Fisk possibly have that we don’t already know? All the charges brought against him? The possibility that he killed his own father?”

“Fisk killed his own dad?” Frank asked.

“Manslaughter at best,” Matt said. “And he was a kid at the time, so anyone could argue self-defense. It might actually have been in self-defense for all we know. His dad had some violent priors. The point is, we can’t use it. And we shouldn’t. Then we’re no better than him.” He pointed his face directly at Frank. “And whatever you’re thinking, don’t say it.”

“Does he know you’re here?” Foggy asked. “Wait, sorry, no duh. He gave you the photo to deliver.”

“But if he knows Frank was here – that might change something.” Karen was trying her best to be hopeful. “He’ll he can’t just come in and mess with anyone.”

Matt was all the more curious about Karen’s arrangement with Frank Castle, but it wasn’t the time or place. “If you think it will help, I’ll tell him. But it doesn’t actually change the situation. He wanted to destroy me and Foggy for representing Hoffman. Now, I don’t know. He might be softening.”

Foggy almost laughed. “Softening? Really? This guy sent a ninja to kill you. And he almost did.”

“I think maybe Vanessa’s presence is doing something.”

“His girlfriend!” Karen slapped her hand on the desk. “Why didn’t I think of that. There’s got to be something on her that we can – “

“No.” Matt didn’t hesitate. “She’s off-limits. She’s not involved in this.”

“But my kid sister is fair game?” Foggy demanded.

“Maybe for him. But we don’t play by his rules. We have to be better than him or what are we even doing this for?” Matt demanded. Plus he didn’t want to imagine the rampage Fisk would go on if something happened to Vanessa. If she got so much as a scratch on her from some kind of scuffle he might burn down Hell’s Kitchen. “Look, she’s a calming influence. And I need that right now. So she’s out of the discussion.”

Karen made a noise like she wasn’t completely convinced, Frank didn’t reveal whatever his own thoughts were, but Foggy relented. “Yeah, okay. But what are we going to do? We can’t just sit on it. We can’t watch this happen to you.”

“Nothing bad is happening to me,” he said. “It’s weird, okay? It’s a really weird situation. But they’re not hurting me. Fisk didn’t take me out when it would have been easy. I don’t know what he’s planning now, but I don’t see what else to do but wait for the next move. Unless anyone has any other suggestions that don’t involve someone innocent getting hurt.” He waited through the silence. “I didn’t think so.”

“Matt,” Karen said as he turned to leave, “don’t blow us off.”

“Blow you off? Last time we spoke, you punched me in the face and told me to get out of your life,” Matt said.

“Oh, come on,” Frank said. “I’ve punched you plenty of times.”

“You’re not Karen.”

“Matt has a point,” Foggy said. “Though I will say that if he hadn’t been super injured every time I wanted to punch him, I might have punched him a lot. But at least I didn’t shoot him.”
Matt didn’t expect Frank to apologize for that. “I see we’re working with a very low bar. For the record, I’m still sorry about lying to both of you, but I’m not going to keep apologizing.”

Karen sounded like she wanted to say something, but Foggy beat her to it. His tone was far more conciliatory. “We just want to help you. Everything else – we can deal with that later.”

“Okay.” Matt nodded. “If you want to see me without alerting Fisk, you find me at church. Other than that – just assume he reads my texts. Assume he reads everything.” He grimaced and turned back. “It was nice to see you again.”

He stepped out, and before he even shut the door they were arguing.

It's a fun experiment. Thanks for leaving comments!

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Fill: Thorns for Flowers 2/4

Re: Make-A-Wish, Frank being gentle and good with children

Re: [Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (13/?)

Re: Fisk/Matt/Vanessa- Try to be better

Re: Make-A-Wish, Frank being gentle and good with children

Breakfast Club - Daredevil Edition (gen or matt/foggy)

Re: Fisk/Frank, spanking

Re: Breakfast Club - Daredevil Edition (gen or matt/foggy)

Re: Chaste' s sexual assault training

Re: [FILL] Matt/Karen, Daredevil's rage/violence turns her on [3/?]

[Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (14/?)

Re: [Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (13/?)