Tag: I CAN’T

theladyragnell:

(This is the cutest prompt! College AU, so I can get everyone in on this. Other Defenders folks also included!)

The RA announces it with the slightly manic smile of all RAs everywhere, thrown out like a bone at the end of a meeting about all the issues their floor has caused since the start of the year, like maybe anonymous presents will make them stop getting into fights and having roommate drama.

Foggy doesn’t mind, actually. He kind of likes Secret Santas, especially ones with a low price cap and encouraging free and handmade things, and he draws Trish, who’s great and only slightly less intimidating than her roommate. He’s got some knitting skills, so he makes her the softest scarf he can figure out and gets Karen to use her slightly shady connections to get some pepper spray for her.

Karen’s got Frank, who doesn’t seem to like much besides his second amendment rights and Karen, but she gets him a job at a pet store, which he seems weirdly touched about.

Matt’s got Claire, and spends a good two weeks fretting over the perfect thing to give her, enough that Foggy gets a little sad thinking he’s got to have a pretty intense crush on her.

Jessica, Trish’s scary roommate, sits down across from him in the common room on Friday night and crosses her arms. “Just do something about it, the pining is depressing.”

Foggy stammers his way through a really unconvincing “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I hate both of you,” she says, and storms out of the common room.

For the sake of his peace of mind, Foggy decides to forget about that conversation, which turns out to be kind of stupid because it means he’s taken by surprise two days later when Jessica enlists Luke’s help and shuts him and Matt in their room and shouts through the door that they aren’t getting out until they sort their shit out. Matt turns in the direction of the window like he’s seriously contemplating jumping out of it while Foggy tries a slightly despairing “What shit?” through the door.

“The sexual tension shit,” says Trish, who must be passing by outside.

“I’ve got plans, Nelson,” says Jessica. “You two are ridiculous and causing me stress so I’m giving him to you for Secret Santa. Just bang already.”

Foggy turns to Matt, ready to deny everything and try to make it a joke and find an escape plan, in that order, only to find Matt looking thoughtful. “This probably explains the condoms Danny gave me.”