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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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Re: Jessica/Luke/Matt, Jessica likes to watch, D/s voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Someone makes a joke about Jessica watching from the fire escape. She fucking does it (until one of Matt's neighbors yells at her to get her nose away from that nice boy's window, but that's another story)

Fill - Adult Entertainment - 1/? - Matt/Frank - eventual NC17

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Karen had been the one to tell him about the videos. It had been a rather awkward phone call, where she had alluded vaguely to seeing Daredevil's popularity in the mainstream media rising. When he'd asked her for examples, she'd told him about posters and conventions, memorabilia. Then she had hesitated and talked about the fact that Daredevil had broken into adult entertainment.

"What?" he'd asked.

"It's...it's porn, Matt," she said, shaking her head. "You know how they have superhero porn?"

He paused, then, completely caught off guard.

"You watch porn, don't you? I mean, I know you're blind, but you're a guy..."

"I don't want to talk about that," he snapped, right away. "Are you trying to tell me that there's Daredevil porn? How the hell did you find something like that anyway?"

"Well, I don't want to talk about that," she said pointedly. "Anyway, I thought you knew. There's a new one by the guy who does the Avengers themed videos... It's called ... Yeah, we shouldn't have had this conversation."

"Karen, what's it called?"

"There's going to be a series called The Punisher Punishes Daredevil."

"Oh."

Matt got curious then. He couldn't help himself. He ordered the stupid DVD online and then tried his best to forget about it. He honestly did. A couple of very busy nights as Daredevil and a few of his private clients distracted him so much that he even ignored the DVD when it arrived. It wasn't that he could see it anyway. He'd just allowed curiosity to get the best of him.

It was late on Friday night when he came back into the apartment. Shedding Daredevil's skin was probably one of the nicest sensations after a long series of nights out. He exhaled and crossed the room in only his underwear. That was when he realized that he wasn't alone.

Fill - Adult Entertainment - 2/? - Matt/Frank - eventual NC17

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
The person in his home was quiet. They were someone who had trained in stealth for a large part of their life. Their breathing was quick, erratic and there were clear cut signs of something - excitement...arousal?

"Frank," he said, piecing it together. "Frank, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

Frank whistled, appreciatively.

"You're good, Red," he huffed. "I'm actually not here for business today. I gotta say, those are some tight underwear. Aren't you worried about the damage done? Or, oh...that's probably the only thing you can wear under the suit, huh?"

"If you're not here for business, then why are you here?" Matt asked, demanding an answer. He turned to face Frank, but found that he probably didn't make an intimidating picture mostly naked. "Come on. I've had a long night and I don't want to deal with this."

"Little birdie told me that you bought a video," Frank said with a laugh. "Why did you do that?"

Matt paused, almost unsure of what Frank was talking about. Then, he realized exactly what he was talking about.

Oh.

"Curiosity got the best of you," Frank said after a moment. "I get that. I didn't think it was a real thing when I found out about it. It seemed...almost ridiculous. I know people have weird things they get off on, but...yeah that's one of the weirdest I've ever seen."

"I just...wanted to know about it," Matt attempted. "I mean, it's my reputation and everything..."

"Karen loves it, you know that? Didn't think that she was the kind, but you never know with certain people."

"I have no interest in Karen's ... porn habits," Matt said, finding the statement a difficult one to make. "Really, Frank. Why are you here? You shouldn't be here..."

"I watched it," Frank said casually. "I watched it and it's really good. I was wondering if you wanted me to describe it to you."

"What?"

"You're going to be missing out if you watch it without seeing. I thought I'd come by and show it to you. How's that sound?"

"Why?"

"Does it matter?" Frank asked. "It's been a long night, like you said."

"Please leave, I..."

Matt moved to get close to Frank, to physically dismiss him from the apartment, but Frank stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the arm.

"It'll be fun."

Matt heard Frank moving and understood what he was doing, but he couldn't bring himself to stop the man. It had been a long, exhausting night and part of him was curious where this would go. Frank walked across the room and opened the case, putting the disc into something - a laptop that he'd produced out of seemingly nowhere.

"Take a seat."

Matt didn't know what made Frank so powerful. He slowly sat down on the sofa and Frank sat down beside him.

Re: Fill - Adult Entertainment - 2/? - Matt/Frank - eventual NC17

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
oh god plz more

Re: Fill: Such a Crush 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
This is so perfect and wonderful. I want to quote bits and pieces that I liked but that would the entirety of what you wrote! Everything just works so well, everybody is a porn star and in character and that is such a masterstroke of pure genius. The attention to detail is just wonderful.

You are an amazing write and I can't wait to read more!

Re: Matt/Frank Sleepy Daredevil is Cuddly Daredevil

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ninjatopus?
I would say he's wrapped in a Matt but I'm afraid it's too Punny

Repost: People bully Matt due to his blindness

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
o someone (S)is deliberately a dick to Matt and doesn't bother to hide it. They refuse to treat him as intelligent because of course Matt can recite facts and the like, parrots can too. They don't bother accommodation and generally do their best to make Matt angry.

+if they anger Matt to the point he feels he's going to attack, but it's foggy who has to be pulled off

Link: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/6856.html?thread=12584136#cmt12584136

What would Father Lantom say?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Father Lantom is sadly missing from the season two of Daredevil. I can't really believe Matt would just stop coming to him (not until Elektra, anyway), so the solemn conversations must still happen of-screen. What issues would Matt bring to his priest?

Re: Networking

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I always figured there must be web-sites and forums where people share their stories of Daredevil - "I saw him once, he was directly above me, crazy high" or "he saved my life" or anything in-between. It'd be a pretty good place to look for a fellow ally to him :)

Although if you're going with prostitutes, homeless, and maybe even small-time criminals - which is awsome - they might be more "to the ground" than that.

Winter soldier trial with a twist

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so this is a repost. Here's the original: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/7552.html?thread=15492992#cmt15492992

So, there's a trope of Nelson and Murdock defending Bucky Barnes in the fanon. And then there's this: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/6856.html?thread=13333960#cmt13333960

So I can't help but imagine, there comes Steve Rogers to ask N&M for legal aid for his friend, explaining the case to them, and the Murdock lawyer just... goes pale.

"I didn't realize..." he clears his throat. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rogers, I can't be your attorney."

"But..."

"I'm a witness in this trial."


So. It's Foggy Nelson who will lead Barnes' defense. And listen to Matt's testimony, learning in front of *the whole damn court* that no, actually, he didn't know everything about his best friend now that he knew about daredevil...

Re: Fill: Such a Crush 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A!A here. It wasn't exactly a conscious intention to have Foggy terrified of women in general, but the cast prominently involves Marci, Rosalind, and Jessica being friends. I feel like awestruck fear is the only proper response to that group becoming friendly, because standing behind them and watching actually sounds really funny.

And YES the crush, that is the entire thing because Matt is all kinds of stupidly in lurve with Foggy already (like it takes much, Foggy is great), but Foggy is Being Professional and Matt is Not Going to Ruin The Best Relationship He Has Which Is Sad Murdock (because he is my ridiculous self-doubting superhero no matter what.) Meanwhile there is Frank, who is not paid enough to deal with this nonsense. Sorry, Frank, I just find two oblivious characters mutually gone for each other and having zero clues immensely entertaining/frustrating.

Such a Crush 4/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks for commenting in, everybody, I was having a big insecurity day yesterday and have never written something like this before. I love reading them, just hadn’t tried to write it out myself.

+ + +

Two weeks later, Foggy was admiring an impressively obnoxious bright billboard from Matt’s living room.

“No one wanted this apartment? Really?” Foggy turned with both arms out, not that Matt would know, but there was more than enough space for both of them to turn pirouettes all over the room. “My place is basically a large closet with a kitchenette and a bathroom. If I’d had this offer, I would have had light-blocking curtains up really fast.”

“It’s the walls,” Matt said from the couch, pointing his cane lazily toward the area between the ceiling and the high windows. “They ran a lot of wiring right through that gap, to avoid the windows, so you can’t drill into the walls to install curtain rods.”

Foggy frowned at the space. “Ceiling mount, then, I could rig that up fast.” He dropped onto the other side of the couch. “Let me know if you’re going to move out of this place, I will bid so fast and charm the co-op into letting me rig something up.”

Matt shook his head, smiling. “I’m not planning to move. I never planned to be in this business, but… well, I was in a bad place after the breakup. Elektra said a few things that bit too deep and then there was Jessica.”

“Y’know? Most people do not sound fond when they talk about Jessica,” Foggy teased, uncapping a beer and passing it to Matt. He kept a second bottle for himself. “I can’t even imagine if I came across her if I was broken up and didn't know she wouldn't actually hurt me.”

“No, it was… She did not care and it was great.” Matt frowned and visibly worked to find the words. “Jessica wanted exactly one thing. She wanted me to star in a movie for her, and she had clear expectations if I agreed. If I told her to piss off, she would piss off. She had money, she had the studio, she needed people to notice that she was in business. I took the dare and here we are.”

“I thought she was going to actually throw me out of the studio my first day,” Foggy said, previous fear now long dulled into nostalgic amusement. “When Trish stomped off for her office? I didn’t know how to read the moods yet.”

Matt chuckled. “You learned fast. Besides, Trish never had someone to argue with her properly before about dialogue. Jessica choreographs all of the sex, every time, but Trish is the one that wants a story. I’d just say what they told me.”

“I like my work,” Foggy said, because it was the easiest true response. “Best job ever. My parents gave up on me getting back to Columbia a bit ago. I don’t know what they’re telling the neighbors, though, because Mrs. Carlton still talks to me.”

“I was at Columbia, too, but not for long. Someone in the housing office decided that the tragic blind kid needed his own room, then the entire housing board tried really hard to charge me with something for featuring that room a bit, as if I was taking the video.”

“I’ve seen you try to take pictures,” Foggy reminded him. Matt made it to all of the after-parties lately, even when he hadn’t been in the film. They always made Matt attempt to take a group shot at the after-party when a film was finished. Jessica collected the worst attempts and framed them in her office so she could laugh at agents and distributors that treated the thumb-blurs like modern art.

“Yeah, well. They were upset, Jessica had an offer…” Matt shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like anyone does this forever.”

“Not unless you’re Ron Jeremy.”

Matt laughed. “No, I really don’t think so,” he said, finishing off his beer in a long drink.

Foggy distracted himself for a moment with remembering just how the opening to HMS Pinafore went and then with his own beer. He was at his friend’s apartment, not making after-work pornography. He’d told himself this several times, maybe a couple more attempts would let it sink in. “What are you thinking after?”

“I wanted to do law school, for a while, but that would be… messy,” Matt said with a frown. “Probably possible only because I’m male, which isn’t right. Some judges and law associations might put up a lot of fuss. But I’m going to do something else eventually. My dad wanted me to do something with my brain that wasn’t boxing. This probably doesn’t qualify,” he said quickly.

If Foggy was going to guess, Matt hadn’t meant to bring up his dad, and asking anything else would be a one-way ticket to Matt going all stoic and hurting and barely talking. “It might be tricky with some of the fuddy-duddies, Matt, but you could make it work. There’s enough women who did… um. Is it offensive to make comparisons with strippers? Because Rosalind knows some women that earned money for law school from stripping and deal with backlash now.” Foggy was terrible at comforting talks.

Matt looked thoughtful, though, instead of irritated. “Maybe we could both go back. Marci tattled on you,” Matt said, as if the idea of Marci talking to Matt wasn’t a mortal fear. “She said that when your grades slipped, you were down to a 3.2 GPA when you had two different roommates actually dealing drugs out of your room.”

“I almost ended up in prison with the second guy. They couldn’t believe I wasn’t involved twice, I guess.” Foggy pushed his empty beer bottle out of range and kicked his feet up to try playing casual. “They wanted to press charges and get me as an accessory. I was in the interrogation room still trying to get a lawyer when one of the detectives said to let me go. After that, Columbia gave me a single room and I needed it to salvage the semester.”

“You did, though. You kept your grades after something that law schools can recognize as a lot of stress. I’d room with you. If you want,” Matt offered abruptly. “I can promise I wouldn’t deal drugs. Well, if we even wanted to go into the dorms, when we both still have royalties coming in from the films.”

“Careful,” Foggy warned. “I might snore.” He didn’t try to lessen the warm feeling in his chest the offer left. That was okay. Anything Matt started was okay, actually, because Foggy was perfectly aware that off-camera Matt didn’t touch many people. On-camera he dominated almost every scene and always seemed to know when Peter changed camera positions mid-scene. Off-camera… well, sometimes it seemed that when Foggy got stolen for business lunches with Trish, Matt didn’t say a word to anyone else.

Matt pursed his lips. Which definitely didn’t give Foggy ideas. Because Foggy was not awful and re-watching old films compared with the newest releases just helped him gauge ways to help build up the latest movie as a whole.

“Worth it,” Matt decided, and Foggy realized all over again that he might be a little bit in love.

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

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
*flails* somebody call the fire brigade!

Re: Such a Crush 4/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Omg so cuuuuuute. <3333 To be honest, I don't actually like pr0n AUs, but since you said yours wasn't really porny, I decided to give it a try, and omfg the cuteness abounds! Loving this, A!A!

Re: Matt/Frank Sleepy Daredevil is Cuddly Daredevil

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
*GROANS LOUDLY*

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

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
ohh, thank you!! I'll definitely put it on ao3 when the whole thing's done, but probably not before then? I usually like to do a head-to-toe edit before I put my name on things :-) I'm so glad you're enjoying! <33

DC Crossover, Matt Gets Lasso’d (Matt/Foggy)

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
DC/MCU crossover! So the worlds are blending somehow, yadda yadda yadda. In the midst of the confusion, Daredevil starts arguing with Foggy about something.

But in full DD gear Matt’s really kind of intimidating, so from a stranger’s perspective it looks less like ‘worried arguing’ and more like ‘threatening the defenseless civilian.’

Wonder Woman catches sight of them. Thinking that Daredevil is a threat, she lassos him. Then she starts asking Matt questions - who are you, why are you threatening this man, why do you want him - and Matt has to TELL THE TRUTH. (and possibly inadvertently reveals he’s got feelings for Foggy in the process. As one does.)

Re: Fill - The Gift - 10/? - Frank/Maria/Matt

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this story!

Such a Crush 5/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Matt called out of two days of filming. His previous film with Frank had set a new record for pre-sales and the day of release the fans were screaming for more. Foggy and Trish had worked almost around the clock to set up a new script. Jessica’s negotiations with their set designer nearly turned into a fistfight, but eventually Logan scowled and said that the carpentry work wouldn’t take him that long. When Luke put it out on Twitter that they were filming two weeks earlier than expected, the fandom’s reaction was impressive enough to merit a few mentions in the news.

Frank was a good sport about hearing that he wouldn’t be working that day after all, especially compared to some of the stars, but Trish was livid. She always worked in an extra five days’ grace onto her estimate of production times before any impact to her distribution schedule, but she liked to have all five days untouched at the end of filming and then pay everybody for the week anyway.

When Matt did make it in, Trish turned on her heel and stalked back to Jessica’s office and closed herself in with a loud thud. Gwen and Peter gasped, checked that Foggy was zeroing in on Matt, and then ran for their whiteboard and started intently discussing which scenes they could do in softer light. Nearly every film starring Matt and Frank ended up with harsher lights to show the many planes of muscles.

Luke and Frank both looked over Matt with nearly identical expressions of disapproval before turning their backs, clearly deciding he was Foggy’s problem.

“Matt. Buddy, I know you can’t see it, but you look like hell,” Foggy said, prodding Matt gently in the shoulder. That only provoked another wince. “Alright. You, me, locker room,” he said, putting a hand on each of Matt’s shoulders to turn him in the right direction and then frog-marching him toward the locker room. After a token protest, Matt dropped his head and stopped trying to guide himself along his usual path to the showers.

Inside the locker room, Foggy crossed his arms over his chest. “Put your bag down and take your shirt off,” he ordered curtly.

Matt huffed out a breath of air but complied. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, for once, giving Foggy all the more time to realize that his knuckles looked red and swollen even a little after two days of whatever Matt had been doing to recover. With his button-down shirt off, and the undershirt shed without need of another order, Foggy could appreciate that there were two separate places someone had actually stitched Matt back together.

“Matt. I might be good, but I am not a magician. People are going to think that we’re beating the shit out of a blind man to give a movie a little more edge,” Foggy said, fingers tracing the cut that crossed Matt’s upper arm. “I don’t suppose you have a good explanation for this.”

“You’re not my boss,” Matt said, head still bowed. It might have sounded more convincing if he had moved away from Foggy’s touch in any way.

“That would actually be Trish. Or Jessica, maybe. I’m your friend, Matt, or at least I try to be. Are you mixed up in something?”

“I…” Matt bit his lip.

“Because, you know, the last time I saw you in close proximity to knives, it was still Elektra co-starring in a sex tape,” Foggy said, using the hand on Matt’s bicep to turn the man around to let Foggy reach the cut across his lower back.

Matt flinched before Foggy touched two fingers near the deep cut.

“I don’t have any right, really, but Matt… this is going to interfere with work,” Foggy said, considering concealer and putty before giving up on the idea. Hiding the stitches would take too much thickness to let anyone get a close-up shot, and keeping Matt on his back all day wouldn’t work all that well either. Maybe if they tore a shirt just right…

“It’s not… I didn’t mean to let someone leave marks,” Matt said, turning his face slightly toward Foggy. “Sometimes it gets a little more intense than I thought.”

“Yeah, well, next time you want to get intense you pick out someone who isn’t going to leave you needing stitches.” Foggy stepped back. “Really, Matt. Not just because we’re filming and I try to be a makeup wizard. I don’t want to think that somebody’s hurting you.”

When Matt didn’t have a reply to that, Foggy curled his hand over the not-lacerated bicep. “Get yourself cleaned up. I’m going to convince Trish that we can sacrifice a shirt out of the wardrobe and do some partially dressed scenes. As of now, our movie-self was sleeping with someone kind of awful, just so you know. The fans love it when Frank gets all protective anyway.”

It took Matt almost a full minute to gather his thoughts.

“Thank you, Foggy.”

“Anytime, buddy. I’m just glad I can help.”

Fill: Such a Crush 6/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The annual Alias Productions special took a frenzy of writing and arguments about character motivation. For the first time, Foggy was pulled in from the very start of writing a new film. Instead of writing the plot and talking scenes around the sex acts that Jessica had discussed with the leads, Foggy was at the white-board with Trish while Jessica prowled through the group and occasionally tugged one of the stars to try a position with Jones standing in for a co-star.

The annual special involved every single usual star that said ‘yes’ to the invitation. Foggy was definitely not jealous that the continuing sexy adventures of Mike Murdock and Frank Tower were going to be the centerpiece of a spy-based thriller, with Mike the private investigator and Frank the grim scourge of the underworld. Foggy was also not jealous at all that Jessica and Trish centered the main plot on an actual orgy, or that Foggy was arguing the logistics of said orgy in a loud all-way fight with Jessica, Trish, Peter, Frank, and even Gwen.

Matt solved it, of course, by frowning at an idea of Foggy’s in a thoughtful way then reaching out to grab Jessica’s arm. (Foggy had sacrificed an old fantasy of the cause. He no longer regretted voicing something that he’d barely admitted to himself when Matt listened and then tried to make it real.) “Jessica, for the scene… what if I…” He bent in a way that frankly did not look human. “I couldn’t do it for a whole scene, but at least five minutes, then…”

Mary Jane nodded eagerly. “That’s perfect! If you don’t mind, Matt?” When he beckoned her closer, she also made an absolutely not human bend that left her only halfway curled around him and her pelvis tilted off in a very camera-friendly angle.

Somehow, this turned into a massive chain of porn stars in sweatpants all positioning themselves in a way that had Peter and Gwen beaming, Trish smiling like a contented tiger, and Jessica grinning like an actual lunatic. Foggy was mostly pretending that he didn’t want to change places with Mary Jane. Or maybe Frank. Or possibly Luke. But probably Frank.

Filming the detective story was the greatest challenge yet to Foggy’s determination to be professional at work. He gave up on the old goal of not having an erection at work halfway through the first day of filming which was just sad after he’d made it so long. He made it through the entire production by clinging to his rule that there was absolutely no masturbation in the showers no matter what. He had a perfectly nice apartment and hadn’t even touched his DVDs in two months.

Jessica was humming during the last day of filming every time the cameras were off. She was perched in her co-director’s chair, for once, and several times she again defied physics and logic and construction of the flimsy chair by looking fully at ease with Luke in her lap. They were kissing in a way that would look really good on camera, actually, but not one person in the room would suggest it.

Jessica Jones had started her career as Jewel. She had ended her on-camera career shortly before getting Kilgrave put away for a long time. When he appealed her civil suit, his lawyers were not prepared for Rosalind Sharpe as counsel with Marci Stahl as her unsmiling legal assistant.

The after-party for that film was supposed to be the best yet. The filming had gone incredibly well, a full three days ahead of schedule, and there hadn’t been a single accidental joint dislocation or unplanned kick in the head. Given some of the stunts that the cast had been trying, Foggy was surprised.

He also was getting very tired of the way that Matt collected bruises. Foggy and Trish had spent a very intense few hours at her favorite cosmetics store having quiet debates about just how durable various concealers and foundations and finishing sprays actually were. The staff had realized who they were about five minutes into the talk, and it quickly turned into a store-wide discussion about just what could be expected to stay in place given the presence of anything but baby oil.

Foggy and Trish’s passionate discussion about the store’s personal-brand setting spray had set a sale record and scored them an invitation to host weekend makeup clinics any time they want. The manager had all but begged them to please show her and her entire staff how on earth they had lipstick in place through a full shoot. The sold-out clinics were surprisingly entertaining and Marci had nearly squealed when Foggy sweet-talked the store’s owner into giving Marci an open invitation as the model.

Expanding from an acting consultant to secondary makeup artist had been dizzying enough. Broadening that minor fame into his new reputation as Hell’s Kitchen’s surprise makeup artist was a lot of fun. It was nice having entire crowds of people demanding that he repeat his favorite techniques again on a new model. Foggy's style had mostly developed out of experimenting with what held up under stage lights and went on quickly. Even his sister had come along to a couple of the clinics; his mom was extremely happy she could tell the neighbors something honest about Foggy's current career.

The reason Foggy was becoming the king of contouring was just frustrating, lately, and not much fun.

Matt never seemed to heal from the last dusting of bruises before the next set appeared. He was stubbornly close-mouthed about where they were coming from, but after the first attempt at saying that he’d fallen down the stairs (leaving bruises on the back of his forearms and the backs of his shoulders as well as the front of his thighs), he’d stopped trying to lie. Foggy had given up on trying to get Matt to talk about it. Jessica and Trish together hadn’t been able to tear the truth out of him. Frank repeated that Matt was a moron, and for once Foggy couldn’t argue the point. Foggy hadn't seen Matt off-set in weeks.

Matt was late for the after-party at Josie’s, which was a first. He never was late when they went to Josie’s.

Matt’s absence was mildly concerning until Hell’s Kitchen at large exploded and Matt wouldn’t answer his phone. It was worse when Foggy went to his apartment to see if Matt was sleeping or maybe tied up. He didn’t know what Matt was after lately, really, but Foggy wanted eyes on whoever kept hurting him.

A woman with pale blonde hair answered the door, sleepily rubbing at her eyes, before freezing like a deer in headlights. “Um. Hi?” she squeaked.

Maybe it really was the quiet ones. She did not look like the kind of woman who could pin Matt and cut into him with a knife, but Foggy knew not to assume. He’d seen the occasional performer that had almost no presence in a room until the lights clicked on. She was beautiful, anyway, even in cotton pajamas decorated with daisies.

“Hi. Is Matt home?” Foggy asked.

“No, he had a cast party today,” she said, covering a yawn with her hand. “I’m sorry, usually he gets back from those late enough that I just went to sleep.” When she looks him over, something in her expression sharpens. “Are you Foggy?”

“Yeah. Matt wasn’t at the party and didn’t answer his phone, which is fine, sometimes he’s- um- busy. But we were worried that he’d been caught outside with all the explosions,” Foggy finished lamely. He should be more worried, since Matt clearly wasn’t home and had missed most of the party, but he hadn’t known there was a woman living in Matt’s apartment.

She invited him in easily, as if she’d lived there for a long while, and kindly poured him a glass of water while she settled him on the couch. “Matt talks about you,” she said. “Not much about the- er- work itself, but I’ve heard about you so much I feel like I know you. I’m Karen.”

“You’ve been staying here a while?”

“About two weeks now,” she agreed. “I was in a bad situation and Matt agreed to help me out.”

Foggy focused on drinking water. It was a good idea, really, he hadn’t paid attention to just how often Jessica had been refilling his glass. He also wasn’t sure just when he had switched from whiskey to motor oil, but Jessica thought that all life problems should be solved by strong liquor in large quantities. He probably should worry tomorrow that the entire cast and crew had fussed over him a little, now that he thought about it, because he was the most nervous that Matt just might have been next to one of the bombs. Frank had been nice to him again. Foggy wasn’t sure he was ready to live in a world where he was so stupidly gone on Matt that Frank patted his shoulder out of pity.

When he moved to stand up, however, Karen reached out to touch his wrist. “If you could, would you stay the night? I can take the couch, even, but I don’t know when Matt is going to be back and I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Foggy talked fast to make the deal. Karen would keep the bed; Foggy would stay until Matt got back and stay on the couch. Foggy regretted being a responsible adult instantly, really, but it was for his own sanity. He was firm on that point even before realizing that the rumpled bed in Matt’s room had sheets that looked like his dressing gown from the set. Of course Matt had silk sheets, this was why his dry cleaners hated him.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, Foggy didn’t hear any more rustling from the bedroom of Karen settling herself in. She’d found a neat stack of bedding in a closet that made the couch comfortable enough, but that wasn’t what was keeping Foggy awake. He knew he didn’t have much right to know Matt’s backstory. Matt had mentioned his father twice total in all of their conversations. The orphanage had come up twice as well, once to talk about the time he financed a lot of renovations. He’d never said anything about his mom or the accident. He didn’t usually talk about what it was like to be blind, so Foggy didn’t ask.

Matt also remained stubbornly silent about any off-screen partners. Which was fine.

Still, though, Foggy thought that maybe a little explanation would have lessened the sting. He could have backed off. He could even find a new job if things were this bad. Not that he wanted to find a new job, really, but he felt like he’d deserved something better than two solid weeks of apologetic dodges. Foggy had let every single invitation go unanswered and hadn’t suspected a damn thing.

At two in the morning, Foggy gave up on staring at Matt’s ceiling and went back to his apartment to stare at the television he hadn’t turned on.

Re: Fill: Such a Crush 6/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-15 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
*wails and flails*

Re: Fill: Such a Crush 6/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
This si so good.
I do wonder if they ever gonna asked Foggy to join sometime. He seems like the type that everyone will love to fuck.


That last chapter was so full of missunderstandings. Pretty reasonable ones tho. Stupid Matt and his stupid lies.
I love this

Re: Fill: Such a Crush 6/?

(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this continues to be so amazing. I like to believe that Matt Murdock fails at communication no matter what universe he's in. And poor Foggy, left to pine and worry!

This is so good, anon. I just love it.

[Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (16/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
“I know you’re a New Yorker and this is probably an insulting question, but have you ever been here?” Vanessa asked as she guided him to the curator area, where the exhibits not on display were kept for storage and restoration.

“Once,” he said. “I went on the orphanage trip but they didn’t do a great job of planning it, so I had a volunteer describing the paintings to me, and that was it. I do remember the Natural History Museum, when I was sighted. It’s more kid-friendly.”

“Dinosaurs and dioramas.”

“It’s more interesting to an eight-year-old.”

Security searched him again before they could be let into the private area, where he was introduced to Amy, an assistant curator working in art restoration. “So how did you and Vanessa meet?”

“He just walked into the gallery one day,” Vanessa said – which again, was not a lie. “He said people thought his apartment walls were very dreary.”

“They still are. Kind of.” Matt laughed, even though he didn’t actually know the state of his apartment, since it was no longer his.

“We usually don’t allow this,” Amy explained as she guided him around. The storage rooms were full of stray boxes and precariously-perched exhibits. “The tours for the blind instructors make you wear gloves. But one pair of hands isn’t going to actually do any damage.” She made him wash his hands with several different soaps before he could touch any of the statues. They were all delicate, even the heavy marble ones, where he could feel the weight of it before he touched it. They had a couple busts and sarcophagi out from the Greco-Roman collection, and some tiny idols from Egypt that were made of stone or copper that he could ghost his hand over without harming it. There were all sorts of things from the medieval collections, but a lot of them were wood and he could only touch those through a plastic glove.

“Do not let anyone know I let you hold this,” Amy said as she handed him a bone triptych which folded out to reveal images from Jesus’s lifetime on each side and him on the cross in the middle, hewn from the ivory. “It’s ivory.”

“I’ve never held ivory before. I mean, not that I knew of.”

“Well, it is illegal now,” she explained, eager to take it back from him. The whole thing wasn’t bigger than the size of his fist when it was closed up.

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

“What is it like?” Vanessa asked him later, over dinner. Matt drew the line at being seen in a public restaurant with Wilson Fisk’s fiancé, so they retreated to the apartment. “A stone face versus a real one?”

“Heavier,” he said, but that was obvious. “In stone you have a static expression. In a person the expression is never static. Even if they think it is, it’s always changing. People think they can be still, but they really can’t. The body’s too active.”

“Yes, the moment we are born we start dying.”

“That’s a more classical way of putting it, but yes.”

Matt could see the road ahead of him, all laid out over the course of the day, but some part of him still resisted. Then he had three glasses of wine and his brain began to even out on the matter. Vanessa was a charming, beautiful woman and just about the only sane, fixed point in his very insane world. He couldn’t hide from her, not without physically retreating from the room, and even then he couldn’t go far. She followed him everywhere, at least in his mind, so he didn’t flee when she pressed him against the dining room wall and kissed him. He couldn’t say it was that surprising, or that he didn’t return the feelings enough to kiss back. Other reactions took a few seconds.

Even though they were kissing and everything in his body said yes, Matt Murdock still managed to push gently away and say, “No.”

Vanessa instantly stopped. “Really?” She didn’t believe him and she was right to do so. He knew he was flushed and he could smell his own arousal as much as he could smell hers. And she wasn’t easily fooled.

“I don’t think we should.” But she huffed, and his addled brain scrambled for reasons. “I – Fisk – “

“We’ve been over this, Matthew.” She did have that awful, awful way of saying his name that the bad part of him, the part he didn’t care for at the moment but was being so assertive, loved. “If you really want to stop, I will. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t want to hurt you.”

A month or a year ago he would have said she couldn’t possibly hurt him in a fit of male bravado. He still sort of thought it, but he just wasn’t sure. What he was sure about was that he felt more alive in this moment than he’d felt in months, and he didn’t want that feeling to go away, leaving him cold and empty and sad. He didn’t want to go back to that. “I ... have conditions.”

“I’m listening.”

“No cameras.”

“The only bedroom without them is – “

“Not there. Not where – “ But he couldn’t bring himself to say Fisk, not in this moment, “ – he sleeps.”

“No one’s watching the feed.”

“I don’t care.”

“Fine.” She didn’t fight him on this. She straightened his collar, and his skin tingled where her fingers brushed against it. “Do you know where the cameras in your room are?”

He nodded furiously.

“Then let’s destroy them.”

It was something he’d wanted to do since Fisk dragged him in, feverish and hacking up his lungs, so Matt didn’t need any further nudging. There were only two, and he could reach them both with his cane, breaking the lenses before tearing them out of the wall. It committed him to this whole course of action – even if Vanessa had said she would stop if he wanted it – and his body was more than fine with that, and so was hers. She ached and he could tell; he realized he’d been able to tell for days, maybe weeks, but had unconsciously ignored it. He was used to reading signs, knowing people were attracted to him, but shutting it out, and now it was getting very hard to shut out.

She was as beautiful as he had suspected. He never really knew, not until he touched people. It wasn’t about conventional beauty or shape. It was about what he found soft and silky, skin that didn’t irritate his back, wasn’t too dry or overly-treated with tanning sprays and perfumes, and how her body responded, skin to skin, to his. At his touch her toes curled and that was something that was hard to fake. And driving her crazy had the same effect on him. It almost always did, but it was at its best when he was completely in sync with someone, and he had barely ever been this close with anyone since Elektra –

Later, was sitting up and in bed, and she was curled around him and caressing the scars on his back like they were their own works of art, and she said, “Do you want to talk about her?”

At any other time he would have refused, but it was so hard to carry this grief around. It made his shoulders slump and his limbs feel heavy. “There was a time – I don’t think it’s over – where I thought she was my one true love.”

“Hmm.” Vanessa sounded skeptical. “It’s very sad to me to think that in this life, people only get one true love.”

Matt had nothing to say to that.

“When my husband died, I thought my life was over,” she said. “I wasn’t about to throw myself in the grave with him, but I did think, foolishly, that my time in love was over, and if I thought I felt it again, it would only be a shadow to what I had.” She shifted around him, propping herself up on her elbow. “We think this because we think it’s romantic to idealize the person we’re with. The idea of losing them and starting again is too painful. But it closes us off to reasonable possibilities.”

Of course he’d been with people between Elektra and Karen. He didn’t think of them as second-rate. They were just ... different. And Karen was different, in a different way.

“Was she your first?” Vanessa asked, and Matt nodded. “Ah, nothing can touch that. It’s unique. I don’t blame you for romanticizing it.”

“It was awful,” he said. “She understood me better than anyone ever has. She knew all of my secrets, even the things I didn’t know about myself. But she was violent, and angry, and destructive, and – “ He stopped himself. “I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”

“Your relationship was awful,” she clarified.

“It almost destroyed my life. Twice. I lost my focus, my work, my friends – everything. And I still haven’t gotten it back.” He balled his hands into fist. “But I miss her so much.”

Vanessa pulled herself up and took his face in her hands and kissed him as he cried. He wasn’t sobbing, but a few silent tears were more than he’d managed so far. She kissed the tears away as they fell and said nothing. There were no judgements and he buried himself in her arms.

The second time they were slower, more careful to explore, more deliberate in their touches. Matt did succeed in finding the tattoo on his own, to Vanessa’s delight. It was so old that he had to be very close to smell any ink, but he could make out the crude flower pattern that sat on her skin, making it feel raised and smoother. This seemed to amuse her, because she giggled in a far more innocent manner than she usually did. In fact, Matt would never call her innocent, even if she sounded that way for a passing moment.

There were bits of dozing throughout the night, but no real sleep until dawn, when they nodded off tangled in each other’s arms on Matt’s slim bed.

“I like the sheets,” she said when he finally got up to shower. He knew he smelled of sex and he felt self-conscious about it. He did not invite her to join him.

“I do indulge myself occasionally,” he replied, his voice appropriately soft for the hour. “When it’s important.”

They briefly separated, and met up at breakfast, where they were not unkind, but certainly not lovey-dovey.

“Do you regret last night?” Vanessa straight-out asked him.

Matt sensed that for once, she really didn’t know the answer already. “No. But don’t tell – “

“Matthew.”

He grimaced. “Don’t give him the details.”

Re: [Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (16/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
This is amazing. No, you are amazing, thank you.