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recently I've felt a little weighed down by some of my much older fics, and I've had this blog for a few years now, so I've decided I'm moving blogs. fortunately, this blog will still be up as an archive, so don't worry. you can still read anything here that you like. however, I'll be posting new fics over at @joelsdawsons. hope to see you guys there!

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fluff - (f)

angst - (a)

headcanons - (h)

hurt/comfort (h/c)

smut - (s)

drabbles - (d)

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She Loves You

a/n: this isn’t very long but I’ve finally had some inspiration to write. I watched love and monsters a few weeks ago and haven’t been able to spot thinking about it. hopefully you guys like it <3

pairing: joel dawson x reader

word count: 0.7k

summary: you help heal joel and finally have a moment together.

To say you’re scared would be an understatement. Leaving your bunker is a big risk, and you know that.

But ever since Joel took a risk by leaving, he was confident that your colony could brave the surface and the horrifying monsters that awaited you. He was so much more sure of himself now - you could tell. Whatever he went through, he learned a lot.

Though you’ve always liked him, you’re proud of how far he’s come. You knew all too well how badly he used to freeze at the sight of a monster.

Joel is currently leading your colony towards the mountains, where he heard it’s safer. For the night, everyone is settled down in the most sheltered spot you could find.

A fire flickers, keeping you warm as you sit down next to Joel. His shoulders are slumped, and you can practically see the bags under his eyes. You wonder when he last had a good night’s rest. Not that any of you really have.

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She Loves You

a/n: this isn't very long but I've finally had some inspiration to write. I watched love and monsters a few weeks ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. hopefully you guys like it <3

pairing: joel dawson x reader

word count: 0.7k

summary: you help heal joel and finally have a moment together.

To say you're scared would be an understatement. Leaving your bunker is a big risk, and you know that.

But ever since Joel took a risk by leaving, he was confident that your colony could brave the surface and the horrifying monsters that awaited you. He was so much more sure of himself now - you could tell. Whatever he went through, he learned a lot.

Though you've always liked him, you're proud of how far he's come. You knew all too well how badly he used to freeze at the sight of a monster.

Joel is currently leading your colony towards the mountains, where he heard it's safer. For the night, everyone is settled down in the most sheltered spot you could find.

A fire flickers, keeping you warm as you sit down next to Joel. His shoulders are slumped, and you can practically see the bags under his eyes. You wonder when he last had a good night's rest. Not that any of you really have.

Joel perks up when you sit with him. He manages a small smile.

"How's your arm?" you ask, nudging him gently.

He rolls up his sleeve and lets you examine the scratch on his arm from an encounter with a monster. It doesn't look as bad as you feared - it's at least cleaned up - but that doesn't stop you from worrying.

"Could be worse," Joel says, shrugging. "Maybe I'll have a cool battle scar when it heals." He grins when you laugh at his dumb joke.

You bump shoulders with him. Joel always knows how to lift your spirits. "Alright, hotshot. I still need to wrap it, at least. If it gets infected, you'll never hear the end of it from me."

Joel laughs, but he doesn't protest. Luckily, you'd scrounged up some supplies for this exact occasion. With as many people as you have in your colony, you'd figured healing would be necessary.

As you carefully wrap and care for his wound, you can feel Joel's eyes on you.

Just as you finish, you finally notice the smile on his face. "What are you looking at, dork?" you tease. You'd be lying if you said that look on his face doesn't make you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach.

"Nothing." Despite his answer, you can clearly see the gears turning in his head. He pauses for a moment before adding, "Actually, can I tell you something?"

Curious, you nod. "Shoot."

Joel glances down at his hands, gathering his thoughts. "I know everything's kind of...you know...shitty right now," he starts, earning a laugh from you. "But you've kind of kept me sane through this whole journey."

You don't know where he's going with this, but you're comforted knowing you've been a great help to him.

Finally, Joel looks back up at you. "Things didn't exactly go the way I planned when I left to see Aimee. Having you around has kind of made me feel better about it."

You catch on pretty quickly, and before he can ramble on, you take his hand and squeeze lightly. "Joel, I like you too."

Joel processes your words before grinning brightly. "Really?" He breathes a sigh of relief. "Awesome. Okay, that makes things way easier. I know dating isn't exactly easy with everything going on."

"Hey, the world could be on fire and I’d still be happy as long as I'm with you. We'll make it work."

"Wow. That was so cheesy."

You snort and push him playfully. "Okay I was trying to be romantic, loser," you say.

Joel laughs and shakes his head. He can never pass a chance to tease you like that.

"You should probably sleep while you can," he replies. "I'll keep a look out, okay?"

"Only if you promise to let me keep a look out next time."

For a moment, it seems like he's going to protest - and he probably wants to - but he relents.

"Next time. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that, Dawson."

Just as you move to get up, you pause. You turn again and kiss his cheek before you go to find a spot to sleep for a bit. You don't miss the shocked but pleased look on his face before turning in for the night.

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a/n: this one was requested. I haven’t really had the time to write anything long lately because of all my schoolwork, so I turned this into some headcanons, I hope you still like it. hopefully soon i’ll be able to write longer stuff again when I’m not buried under tests and homework.

pairing: john constantine x reader

for a while now, you’d been staying at a decent place you’d found

on top of that, you found yourself as part of the punk scene

at some point, you met john

a friend of yours had an unfortunate run in with some sort of demonic entity, and he’d helped them

somehow, that one encounter was not the end of it

as if by coincidence or fate, you found yourself having more and more run-ins with john

sure, it put you in some danger each time, but you quickly found yourself tangled up in whatever disasters he usually dealt with

somehow you also found yourself growing more and more fond of john, even despite his faults

as much as it surprised him, he felt the same way

there was one specific incident where you’d unfortunately been caught up in an exorcism he needed to take care of

thankfully you could take care of yourself pretty well, but you did end up a little roughed up after it nearly went wrong

feeling a bit guilty about the danger you’d been put in, john had to be sure you at least were alright

it was at this point when you both started to understand your feelings for each other, even if you didn’t really have to say it out loud right away

no matter how dangerous things got, you stuck by john, ready to help as much as you could

and ever since the two of you had been inseparable

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a/n: this one was requested. I haven’t really had the time to write anything long lately because of all my schoolwork, so I turned this into some headcanons, I hope you still like it. hopefully soon i’ll be able to write longer stuff again when I’m not buried under tests and homework.

pairing: john constantine x reader

for a while now, you'd been staying at a decent place you'd found

on top of that, you found yourself as part of the punk scene

at some point, you met john

a friend of yours had an unfortunate run in with some sort of demonic entity, and he'd helped them

somehow, that one encounter was not the end of it

as if by coincidence or fate, you found yourself having more and more run-ins with john

sure, it put you in some danger each time, but you quickly found yourself tangled up in whatever disasters he usually dealt with

somehow you also found yourself growing more and more fond of john, even despite his faults

as much as it surprised him, he felt the same way

there was one specific incident where you'd unfortunately been caught up in an exorcism he needed to take care of

thankfully you could take care of yourself pretty well, but you did end up a little roughed up after it nearly went wrong

feeling a bit guilty about the danger you'd been put in, john had to be sure you at least were alright

it was at this point when you both started to understand your feelings for each other, even if you didn't really have to say it out loud right away

no matter how dangerous things got, you stuck by john, ready to help as much as you could

and ever since the two of you had been inseparable

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This is a bit of a weird request but could you do a reader x John Constantine where she finds out she’s pregnant? Maybe a happy ending too (like he’s protective of her, etc)?

a/n: hope you don't mind some quick headcanons I put together, and i hope you like it!

more than likely, it wasn't something that was planned

but when you had suspicions, you took a pregnancy test, part of you hoping it wasn't true

at first, you were a little scared when the test came back positive

partly because you weren't sure how John would take it

for a few weeks, you didn't tell him

but eventually, you knew you wouldn't be able to keep it to yourself forever, and you'd have to tell him

you made sure he was in a good mood before sitting him down and finally telling him

John's first reaction was to freak out inside

this was new territory for him, and he was scared of screwing up

it wasn't like he exactly had a great dad to look up to himself, so he feared he'd be a terrible father himself

you could tell he wasn't taking it too well, but you expected this

of course, you assured him that you'd be in this together, and that you knew with your help, he'd be much better than his father

though he was still a little hesitant and felt like he'd only make a mess of things, he tried to calm down

he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he tried to make everything easier for you as you went through the pregnancy

he'd help you grab things, occasionally give you massages, and generally keep you comfortable

John would probably look towards other people he knows for at least some advice

overall, as worried as he was about how he'd handle a kid, he looked after you and helped as much as he could, because at the end of the day, he really did care about you more than he could ever admit

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Heeeey, do you think you can do some Smut with either tasm!Peter or Jim Kirk? Cus either of them I can imagine some goofy, giggly sex

a/n: for you bestie? always <3

warnings: smut obviously, 18+, minors dni

it always starts with you two teasing and making jokes

and even once things turn a little steamy, peter does not let the jokes end there

we all know peter is the king of banter, both as spider-man and peter parker

and that absolutely carries into the bedroom a lot of the time

to peter, sex is meant to be fun and enjoyable for both of you, so he knows how to be playful without killing the mood

usually his main focus is your pleasure more than his

so he absolutely starts kissing your neck as usual, and ultimately that turns into very ticklish kisses

because he just loves your laugh more than anything, especially if he's the reason behind it

even as he's going down on you he somehow manages to get a few laughs out of you between moans

once he's actually inside you, he loves to hold your hand

and that's when the jokes and banter really start

though you may act exasperated, you can't help laughing and smiling despite yourself

and he can tell

whether you go for a few rounds or only have time for a quickie, his main priority is you and making sure you're enjoying yourself

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I’ll Take Care of You

a/n: now that my classes have started, I’m still trying to write a little when I have some time. that being said, feel free to send some requests in the meantime, I have a list of characters I’m currently writing for here.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: Peter’s never really taken any time to himself, so you plan to help him relax for a night.

Whenever Peter comes home at night, he’s always bruised, sore, bleeding, or all of the above. Naturally, you can’t help but worry about him, and you always bring it upon yourself to patch him up.

As much as Peter hates inconveniencing you, his heart skips a beat every time you gently place your hand on his cheek, carefully dabbing at the cuts on his face. You give him an apologetic smile every time he winces in pain.

No matter how Peter’s feeling, the care and love you give him alleviates some of the pain, even if only temporarily. The soft smile he always has on his face tells you just how happy he is to be home with you at the end of the night.

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while I'm working on a fic, I may redo my taglist so everyone bear with me

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it has been redone, so feel free to add yourself to any lists <3

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I’ll Take Care of You

a/n: now that my classes have started, I’m still trying to write a little when I have some time. that being said, feel free to send some requests in the meantime, I have a list of characters I’m currently writing for here.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: Peter’s never really taken any time to himself, so you plan to help him relax for a night.

Whenever Peter comes home at night, he's always bruised, sore, bleeding, or all of the above. Naturally, you can't help but worry about him, and you always bring it upon yourself to patch him up.

As much as Peter hates inconveniencing you, his heart skips a beat every time you gently place your hand on his cheek, carefully dabbing at the cuts on his face. You give him an apologetic smile every time he winces in pain.

No matter how Peter's feeling, the care and love you give him alleviates some of the pain, even if only temporarily. The soft smile he always has on his face tells you just how happy he is to be home with you at the end of the night.

Peter has a habit of waiting to take care of himself if you're already asleep when he comes home. He'll opt to curl up in bed next to you, barely even getting out of his suit, rather than take care of himself right away. To him, there's no better pain reliever than holding you close and burying his nose in your hair as he falls asleep.

It worries you.

It's not often that you see Peter take time for himself, and you plan to do something about it.

The next time he leaves for the night—not without giving you a few goodbye kisses on his way out—you put your plan into action. He's going to have a night to himself if you have anything to say about it.

It thankfully doesn't take long, but you set a few scented candles in the bathroom and start a bath once he's close to coming back.

Peter sneaks in through the window as he always does, and his tired expression becomes much brighter when he sees you. You're already lounging in bed in your bathrobe when you notice him.

"Hey, sweetie. Did you already shower?" he asked, pulling his mask off and kissing your forehead.

You smile, and it takes his breath away like it does every time. "Not yet. I was waiting for you. I have a hot bath waiting for us already."

Peter flashes that dorky grin you love so much. It always makes you weak in the best way possible.

"Is that so?"

You sit up and place your hand on his cheek, giving him a kiss. "Hurry up and get out of that suit and I'll meet you in the bathroom." You grin and kiss his cheek before finally getting up.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

By the time you've lit the candles and made it into the tub, Peter's made record time, and he's already following you in.

You sit him in front of you and take care of washing his hair. He sighs happily, melting at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching his scalp. It's nice to finally see him relaxing, and he's not hurt too badly this time, thankfully.

As soon as you're both cleaned, you allow a little time to enjoy the warm water before it starts to get cold. Peter rests his head on your chest and glances up at you. "What's all this for?" he asks.

"Just thought you needed some 'Peter-Time'," you reply. If anyone deserved this, it was definitely him.

Peter once again gives you that soft smile that could make you melt on the spot any day. For a moment, you see his eyes water slightly, and it's not hard to tell how much he appreciates your efforts.

"You're too good to me." He gives you a quick kiss, showing you a little appreciation in return.

You get out before the water can get too cold, and you make sure all the candles have been blown out.

Once you're both dressed again, Peter flops onto the bed face-first. He sighs, feeling much more relaxed now. You're not totally done, though.

Suppressing a laugh at his slight dramatics, you join him on the bed and straddle his hips. Before he can question you much, you slowly start to massage his back.

Peter starts to feel less tense the more you work on his back and shoulders. He can already feel the tension melting away, like you're magic or something. You're really just that good at taking care of him, and he knows that.

As soon as you're done, you lay next to him, and he wraps his arms around your waist.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Peter kisses your forehead and pulls you as close as possible.

You know his question is rhetorical, but you can think of so many reasons you love him. There aren't enough words to tell him that, but you try anyway. "Pete, you're the most selfless person I've ever known," you whisper, gently running your fingers through his hair. "It's the least I can do to make sure you're okay. Especially when you spend all day looking out for everyone else."

A few stray tears run down his cheek as he listens. You wipe them gently and give him a soft but equally passionate kiss. When you pull away, he chases your lips and gives you a few more kisses before he's satisfied.

"How about I make you breakfast in the morning to make up for this?" Peter offers.

You groan. "Pete, you always try to balance it out when I do something nice. Just accept it."

He laughs and kisses your cheek. "Okay, okay." Then he pauses for a moment. "How about we make breakfast in the morning. Something nice for both of us. You deserve something too for all the days you've taken care of me."

Knowing him, it's the closest you'll come to a compromise. He loves you too much not to give you a little something in return.

"Fine, just promise me we can make these self-care days more of a regular thing. You need it sometimes. And I'm making you take a day off tomorrow."

"But-"

"No buts, you're keeping your ass at home tomorrow if I have to make you myself."

Again, Peter laughs. He knows you're serious, but he also knows you're just looking out for him. As worried as he is about being needed, a day off sounds enticing. One day couldn't hurt, right?

"Well when you put it like that, how could I possibly wanna leave?"

You snort and bury your face in his chest, slowly growing tired. "Whatever, dork."

You're already starting to fall asleep in his arms, partly due to how warm he is. It's another thing you love about him.

Just as you're snoring softly, Peter registers your words. "Wait, did you just call me a dork? Babe, wake up, you can't just call me that and fall asleep before I can defend myself...babe…."

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while I'm working on a fic, I may redo my taglist so everyone bear with me

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📝RB this to ask your followers to tell you what they like about your writing📝

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alright sorry i’ve been so inactive on this blog, but i haven’t felt very confident about my writing lately, but i wanna try opening requests again for a little bit. i’m gonna clean out my inbox and start fresh, just keep in mind i might not be able to get to everything or it might take me some time since i’m also focusing on my college classes. characters i’ll write for at the moment are under the cut:

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Restless Nights

a/n: Despite being in love with matt for the past few years, it occured to me that I’ve never actually written any fics for him, so I quickly whipped this up. And there’s no better time with all the new fans I’ve seen. As a veteran matt murdock fan myself, welcome to all the new people to my personal hell I call being a matt simp.

pairing: matt murdock x reader

word count: 0.6k

summary: You always find it hard to sleep without Matt, but you always use your restlessness as a chance to take care of him, even if he’s a little stubborn about it.

Sleeping without Matt by your side is never easy. For as long as you could remember, you’ve had trouble sleeping. Having Matt next to you helps. The way he wraps his arms around you makes you feel warm and safe.

Ever since finding out about Matt’s vigilante escapades as Daredevil, you’ve grown used to him coming home late.

Matt always tells you not to wait up. He never wants you to lose sleep waiting for him each night.

And yet, without his warmth, you’re always up regardless.

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Restless Nights

a/n: Despite being in love with matt for the past few years, it occured to me that I’ve never actually written any fics for him, so I quickly whipped this up. And there’s no better time with all the new fans I’ve seen. As a veteran matt murdock fan myself, welcome to all the new people to my personal hell I call being a matt simp.

pairing: matt murdock x reader

word count: 0.6k

summary: You always find it hard to sleep without Matt, but you always use your restlessness as a chance to take care of him, even if he’s a little stubborn about it.

Sleeping without Matt by your side is never easy. For as long as you could remember, you've had trouble sleeping. Having Matt next to you helps. The way he wraps his arms around you makes you feel warm and safe.

Ever since finding out about Matt's vigilante escapades as Daredevil, you've grown used to him coming home late.

Matt always tells you not to wait up. He never wants you to lose sleep waiting for him each night.

And yet, without his warmth, you’re always up regardless.

This time—as Matt silently sneaks back into the apartment—you're on the couch, wearing one of his hoodies. He pauses before he starts taking off the suit.

"I thought I said not to wait up." He sounds simultaneously concerned and amused.

"I wasn't," you assure him. Not purposely, anyways. "Couldn't sleep."

Matt quickly changes into something comfortable and sits next to you, pulling you close. You rest your head on his shoulder, heaving a content sigh. As always, he's so warm, and you feel more at ease already just from the contact.

He can't help laughing to himself when he feels the tension immediately leave your body.

"That bad without me, huh?" The teasing edge to his voice doesn't go unnoticed, but you can't lie to him regardless.

You hum. "Always is."

Somehow, you don't mind. Even though he comes home bruised and in pain every night—sometimes much worse, to your dismay—seeing him come home eases your worries.

Maybe, to some degree, you find yourself unable to sleep because you worry so much about him. But you'd much prefer to see him come home alive than worry something might go wrong while you sleep.

Matt knows you far too well and seems to have that figured out by now. "Promise me you'll get some rest now?" He kisses your forehead, looking very concerned for someone who probably has bruises and wounds you can't even see right now.

"Only if you'll promise to let me patch you up first." You stifle a yawn, though Matt notices anyways. He always does.

Matt chuckles and shakes his head. "I think you're a little too tired for that right now," he says. "I'll be fine, okay?"

You don't fully believe that, and you can't help glancing up at him with a look of disbelief. He may not be able to see it, but you're sure he can sense that you're not giving up.

"At least let me get you an ice pack or something."

He knows he won't win. Not that Matt doesn't secretly love how stubborn you are about taking care of him. He doesn't feel that he deserves it, but he knows by now not to stop you.

Before he can protest, you pry yourself from him long enough to grab an ice pack. You wrap it in a cloth or two and pull him towards the bedroom.

Without hesitation, Matt collapses onto the bed, making room for you as you join him. It's clear he's exhausted, even if he'll never admit it.

As you help him ice his bruises and make sure he's not too badly injured, you give him a few quick kisses. He's still stiff and probably sore, but he's already at ease just being home with you again.

Once you're satisfied that Matt will be fine until morning, you snuggle up to him and absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. He hums in content, admittedly melting at your touch as he always does.

As much as he protests, you're determined to stay up long enough to ensure that he sleeps. Every night, he's out for hours and winds up hurt. If anyone deserves a good night's rest, it's Matt.

Thankfully, it isn't long before he's passed out in your arms. For just this moment, he looks peaceful for a change.

As much as you'd love to stay up and savor this moment, you can already feel yourself drifting off to sleep as well. Though you know you'll be worried about him in the morning, you give in for now, glad that Matt's finally home and safe with you.

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Under the “Mistletoe”

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: The holidays bring the perfect excuse for the Y/N to kiss Matt more often.

Aka the four times the reader says there’s mistletoe and the one time there actually is.

Warnings: none?

A/N: I am back in my Matt Murdock feels and so here I am writing (I think my first ever?) holiday fic. I hope you like it!

(Also full disclosure I am publishing this on mobile at a Christmas party so I’m not able to do my usual editing on my computer. So if there are a lot of errors or it looks weird, that’s why)

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Under the “Mistletoe”

The first time it happened it was an accident. You and Matt had been standing in the middle of the office and you’d gotten an urge to kiss him. You must have been tired or out of it because you followed through on that urge without a second thought, planting a light kiss on his cheek before moving on with your day.

“What was that for?” You froze, your mind rewinding to what you had just done. Then, you panicked.

“Uh… mistletoe!” You exclaimed, eyes wide and mentally cursing yourself.

You hurried away quickly after that, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and Matt as possible.

You completely missed the knowing smirk on Matt’s face as he listened to your racing heartbeat.

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The next time it happened was a bit more intentional. In your defense, mistletoe was a really good excuse to kiss your boyfriend in public.

You and Matt were never big on PDA. It’s not that either of you was against it, it was just that you didn’t really ever do it. Especially at the office. You worked together and it was a pretty small space so, to keep it professional, you had an unspoken agreement about PDA in the workplace. You usually made do with small touches, hand squeezes, shoulder touches when you walked around each other, nudging each other’s feet when you sat at the same desk.

Sometimes though, sometimes you just really wanted to kiss your boyfriend.

You still kept it relatively private. You hadn’t had some radical change of mind in regards to professionalism in the workplace; you still wanted to be respectful to your friends.

He was standing at the coffee pot waiting for it to refill when you tried it again. You slid up next to him, gently bumping your shoulder with his to let him know you were there even though he could easily hear you coming. Then, you leaned over to press a chaste kiss to his stubbly cheek.

“Mistletoe,” you whispered in explanation and Matt smiled softly. It was a private smile, you didn’t see it often, often reserved for himself.

“Here too?” He asked, brows raised and a teasing smile on his face, though you missed that entirely.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response, busying yourself with pulling your mug off the shelf.

“It’s such a small office, I wouldn’t think there’d be more than one piece of mistletoe.”

“Well, you don’t see me hanging them up!” You deflected with a laugh that you hoped didn’t sound too nervous, completely missing the mischievous smirk he always got on his face right before…

“Well, I don’t see anything, actually.”

“I-“ you sputtered and Matt couldn’t help but laugh. “You suck!” You whined, swatting at his shoulder.

“I’m not the one abusing a disabled person!” Matt shot back with another laugh.

“Don’t you have work to do?” You scowled and Matt gapped.

“I was here first!”

“Yes well,” you gestured vaguely, not having a good response to that.

He laughed at you once more before picking up his now-full coffee cup.

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” he teased, stopping to return the favor by placing a light kiss on the top of your head before making his way back to his desk.

You stood at the coffee pot for a few minutes, waiting for the warmth in your cheeks to subside and the sappy smile to leave your face. Then it was back to the documents on your own desk with a fresh cup of coffee in hand.

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“Seriously, who’s in charge of decorating the office?” Matt asked incredulously the next time it happened.

“Why? Do you have a problem with how it looks?” You teased and he shot you a look.

“Ha ha ha,” he deadpanned. “You know that’s not it.”

“Right, you just don’t like being kissed by your partner.” You teased some more, knocking your shoulders together.

“I just don’t know what could possibly necessitate this much mistletoe.” He said, choosing to ignore your comment.

“I think Karen’s been moving them.” You felt guilty for a moment for throwing your friend under the bus before you brushed it off.

“So nowhere is safe, then,” Matt mused lightheartedly and you shrugged.

“You probably don’t have to worry about the bathroom,” you offered and he laughed.

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The fourth time happened on your way out the door. It was your turn to pick up lunch for the office that day so you were being banished to the small deli on the corner.

On your way out, you stopped to press a kiss to Matt’s cheek.

“Mistletoe?” He asked before you even had a chance to open your mouth, a small smirk on his lips.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response before making your way out into the cold.

“Did you say mistletoe?” Foggy asked Matt from the other side of the room once the door had closed behind you.

“Yeah.”

“But there’s no mistletoe in the office,” Foggy continued and Matt knew he must’ve been getting a strange look.

“I know.”

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“Why’re you stopping?” You asked, puzzled.

You and Matt were on your way out the door, ready to enjoy your holiday break when he just stopped walking.

“Mistletoe,” he said simply and you rolled your eyes affectionately.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there’s no mistletoe in the-.” You stopped abruptly, realizing your mistake.

You froze, stammering over yourself to try and come up with an excuse while Matt just stood there. After a moment though, he just started laughing.

“Wha- why are you laughing?” You sputtered, now confused on top of embarrassed. “I’ve been lying to you about mistletoe for days and you’re laughing?”

“Y/N, I’ve known the whole time,” he said, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “I can hear your heartbeat, remember?”

Of course. How could you forget that your boyfriend was a human lie detector.

“And you just let me go on with it?” You groaned.

“I liked the kisses,” he shrugged.

“Alright, you caught me, can we go home now?” You deflected, a light blush on your cheeks from his comment.

“I still haven’t gotten my mistletoe reward.”

“Matt, there isn’t any—“ at that moment you chose to finally look up. “Oh.”

There, hanging above the two of you, was an actual strand of mistletoe.

“Did you put that there?” You asked softly.

“Foggy helped,” Matt shrugged, a smile on his face.

You stood there for a moment in silence. Neither of you making a move.

“You, uh— I still can’t see,” Matt finally spoke up with a smirk. “You have to kiss me first.”

You had a number of clever responses to that but you held your tongue, opting instead to lean forward and connect your lips. The kiss wasn’t anything life-changing (though you’d had your share of life-changing kisses with Matt), but it was soft and sweet and loving. A tender moment at the end of the week. You had just pulled away and were resting your foreheads against each other’s when you heard a groan from the next room.

“This is why we don’t do mistletoe in the office,” Foggy groaned before yelling. “Get a room, you two!”

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