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coprime_recs) wrote2022-01-13 11:57 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2022-01-13 11:57 pm
Daredevil: Something Dumb to Do by poisonivory
Something Dumb to Do (Foggy/Matt | NC17 | 33,292 words): Matt and Foggy get married so Foggy can't be forced to testify against Daredevil. Ahh, this is all delicious. Delicious living together, delicious pining, delicious care and warmth and friendship between these two. And it's all very sweet but also oh Matt, who very much loves and wants Foggy in his life but who is also very bad at recognizing and being the recipient of Foggy's love.
Excerpt:
Matt cringed as the door to the freezer squeaked. It was an old fridge unit, given to groaning; he could hear its little protests better than most, but if Foggy was still awake...
Sure enough, Foggy came padding out of the bedroom as Matt was pressing the bag of peas to his eye. He'd moved in four days ago and he was still waiting up for Matt every night. "Well, at least it's not four a.m. this - wait, are you hurt?"
Matt winced at the way Foggy's heartbeat picked up in alarm. "I'm fine."
"So you just felt the need to stick your face in a bag of peas for, what, some Vitamin A?"
Matt sighed. "It's just a black eye, Foggy. Or it will be. It probably won't even be that bad, I'm getting the ice on it so fast."
"And where else are you hurt?" Foggy asked.
Matt shrugged. "Just a few bruises, maybe. Nothing broken, including skin."
"Let me see."
"I'm fine - "
"Matthew."
Oh. Foggy was really upset, then. Matt put the peas down on the counter, tugged off his gloves, and pulled off the top of his costume. It barely hurt to raise his arms, which meant that he was basically totally healthy, but somehow he felt that saying that wouldn't go over well with Foggy.
Excerpt:
Matt cringed as the door to the freezer squeaked. It was an old fridge unit, given to groaning; he could hear its little protests better than most, but if Foggy was still awake...
Sure enough, Foggy came padding out of the bedroom as Matt was pressing the bag of peas to his eye. He'd moved in four days ago and he was still waiting up for Matt every night. "Well, at least it's not four a.m. this - wait, are you hurt?"
Matt winced at the way Foggy's heartbeat picked up in alarm. "I'm fine."
"So you just felt the need to stick your face in a bag of peas for, what, some Vitamin A?"
Matt sighed. "It's just a black eye, Foggy. Or it will be. It probably won't even be that bad, I'm getting the ice on it so fast."
"And where else are you hurt?" Foggy asked.
Matt shrugged. "Just a few bruises, maybe. Nothing broken, including skin."
"Let me see."
"I'm fine - "
"Matthew."
Oh. Foggy was really upset, then. Matt put the peas down on the counter, tugged off his gloves, and pulled off the top of his costume. It barely hurt to raise his arms, which meant that he was basically totally healthy, but somehow he felt that saying that wouldn't go over well with Foggy.