âYou know if you asked me once, I wouldâve told you I was pretty much just like anyone else. And all I really gave a shit about was that family was healthy or happy. But I lost them. Everything changed. I thought⊠I thought I became something different. But last night⊠I had a little chat with my wife. I sat by her grave, and I realized something. This is always who I was. And Maria⊠she knew. She knew what I was. She loved me anyway.â
I have this writing where we read the pov of Matt and it is sort a love letter to Y/n. We read about his thoughts about her, how much he loves her and it is very poetic and lovely perhaps even a bit sad. Let me know your thoughts đ
Letter
Summery: The request but sad ++ (oops)
Words: 809 (it's small sorry)
Warnings: spelling mistakes, and it kind of doesn't make sense in some parts
A/N: listen to LOML by Taylor Swift while reading and thank you for the request xxx
âIâve always heard that love is blind. I used to think I understood what that meant, that I could grasp the irony of it all, given my circumstances. But then you came into my life, and suddenly, the phrase took on a new meaningâone I never expected.
It's in the way you move through my world, unaware of the light you carry in my fire-filled sight. I canât see it, but I feel your warmth in the air when youâre near. Your presence makes me feel something I've never experienced.
You make me wish I could see, not to take in the world around me, but to truly see youâthe way you smile when you think no oneâs watching, the exact colour of your eyes when they light up and the way you look at me. I wish more than anything to be able to feel your love through a simple glance.
I spend so much time running through shadows, but with you, itâs different. With you, I donât fear the darkness; I embrace it because it brings me closer to you. Your body against mine, your laughter and simply you being you pulls me to you and I can't help it. If I could, I would stay with you forever.
Sometimes, it feels wrong to be so attached to you when I promised to give my full attention to making this city a better place. Because I know that if you asked me too I would drop everything to be where you are. Even if it meant abandoning what I've built and cherished. You are worth more than anything. Youâve intertwined yourself into my soul. I am not me without you.
Every time I close my eyes, itâs your face I see, your voice I hear, your touch I crave. You are my calm in the chaos, the one thing that makes all the noise in my head fade into silence.
But a heartache comes with loving you, an ache that I canât ignore. Itâs the knowledge that Iâll never fully deserve you, that the darkness I carry will always be a shadow over your love. I wish I could promise you a life without fear. But all I can offer is my heartâbattered, bruised, but still beating for you through any ups and lows
You are the light in my darkness, the reason I keep fighting, even when it feels like thereâs no fight left in me. And even though I know Iâll never be the man you deserve, I will love you with everything I have, for as long as I can.
Yours, always, Mattâ
The small paper containing Mattâs braille written note, crumbled in his fist as he stopped speaking. His voice echoed in the large church and the only other sound that could be heard were the sniffles and cries of your loved ones. Foggy, Karen, and your family.Â
His fingers tightened around the folded piece of paper in his hand once again.
As he reached the casket, he paused, his breath catching in his throat. The reality of it all hit him with a force he wasnât prepared for. You were gone. No amount of whispered promises or desperate prayers would bring you back.Â
With trembling hands, he unfolded the letter, the words written across the paper now seeming so small compared to his grief. He had poured his heart into those lines, trying to capture the love, the regret, the sorrow that consumed him. But now, standing there, he felt as though nothing he could say would ever be enough.
Gently, he placed the letter on top of the casket, his fingers lingering for a moment as if he could somehow reach you through the wood and metal as if you could feel his touch one last time.
âI love you.â
Kneeling beside the casket, Matt rested his forehead against it, his hands clutching the sides as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing completely. âIâm sorry,â he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. âIâm so, so sorryâŠâ
The church seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing down as if they were trying to suffocate the life out of him.
Matt stayed there, his heart breaking until the silence of the church was too much to bear. With a final, trembling breath, he stood, his fingers brushing over the letter one last time before he forced himself to turn away.
He knew that he would never truly leave you behind, that you would haunt him in the quiet moments when he was alone, and that your memory would be both a comfort and a curse. But for now, all he could do was walk away, leaving behind the only woman who had ever truly seen himâthe woman he would love until his last breath.
Summary: Stuck in a depressive episode, you canât get out of bed and Frank is right there to cuddle you through it.
Warnings: Depression, brief mention of suicide ideation, hurt/comfort, cuddles <3
Word count: 849
Authorâs note: Iâm back! Iâve been feeling really guilty for not posting for a few weeks and the reason why I havenât is exactly what I wrote about here,, Iâm just depressed and trying my best to stay alive instead of throwing in the towel. Could realllllly use some Frank cuddles rn. I promise to try and get to your requests soon! <3
A sigh escaped your mouth as you rolled onto your right side and felt the mattress flex under your movements. Through the crack in the curtains you had kept closed all day, you could see the sun was beginning to descend and welcome night into the city, and an ember of guilt for having spent the whole day in bed burned in the pit of your stomach.
You held yourself to the highest standard when it came to being a functioning part of society. It was even easier to be hard on yourself when you shared a life with the Punisher â while your boyfriend was out getting justice for innocent people, cleaning up the streets of the worst scum imaginable, you were doing what exactly? Laying in bed, neglecting the work that had been piling up on you all week, not to even mention seeing friends, taking a shower or eating. You couldnât even bring yourself to do that.
In fact, you couldnât even cry about it. The urge made you choke, but the tears wouldnât come. You were both overwhelmed and numb all at once and it was a terrible, rotten feeling that you wished would leave you alone with all the little might you had left in you.
âHeyâ, Frankâs gruff voice emerged from the doorway, and lifting your disheveled head from the pillows, you looked over to where your beloved was standing and tried to give him a smile. It was far from convincing, but he still mirrored the expression and stepped closer to the bed. âOkay if I lay down with you, sweetheart?â
As soon as you had nodded, Frank was moving over to his side of the bed, with the mattress taking a dip as he gently laid down next to you. He opened his arms wide for you and you didnât hesitate to crawl up against him, your head on his chest as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and left a kiss on the top of your head.
You were both silent for a while, but eventually, you spoke up in a meek tone. âThank youâ, you squeaked, and with a quiet tut, Frank disagreed with your words.
âDonât gotta thank me, sweet girl. âM just here to do what I canâ, he spoke with a gravelly promise, and squeezing him tighter, you nodded. âYouâll lemme know if thereâs anythinâ you need, yeah?â Frank added, and repeating your nod, you tilted your head so you could kiss his jawline.
âJust cuddles for now, pleaseâ, you whispered, and with a low chuckle, Frank ran his hand up and down your arm.
âThink I can do that.â
Peace and quiet ensued again, and you nearly dozed off in Frankâs arms while he drew gentle patterns on your skin, his calloused fingertips feeling like home. For a brief, fleeting moment, you didnât want to die, you didnât feel like you were being consumed by the darkness. He, as ironic as it was, was your guiding light and something to hold onto on your toughest days.
âYou told me once⊠yeah, you, uh⊠you told me you feel guilty when you have a rough dayâ, Frank piped up eventually, and swallowing at the accurate statement, you waited for him to continue. âI need ya to know that itâs bullshit. Not that you feel that way, itâs⊠itâs real, I know. But the part where you think youâre doinâ somethinâ wrong. You hear me? Youâre doinâ what you can and there ainât a single thing wrong with thatâ, he explained, his usual stern tone mixed with genuine affection and care for you. He may have sounded almost angry, but you knew he wasnât. He was just⊠passionate. Yes, about you.
âA part of me knows that. And another, bigger part thinks Iâm the worst person in the world forâfor not showering, for not cooking, for not doing moreâ, you sighed. You knew that if there was anyone you could talk to about how you really felt, it was Frank. He never judged, but always made you feel safe and understood.
âHey, listen to me. Youâre survivinâ. Thatâs what matters. Whatever it takes to make it through the day, thatâs the most important thing you could be doin'â, he reminded, his voice gruff and low in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âSometimes you gotta take it day by day. Sometimes minute by minute. Whatever it takes, got that? Youâre fuckinâ brave. And strong. I adore the hell out of youâ, Frank went on, and you tried so damn hard not to cry. He may not have been a big talker most of the time, but when he was, he knew exactly what to say.
âI adore youâ, you murmured in return, and chuckling, Frank left a kiss on your temple.
âAnd âm one lucky asshole for thatâ, he rumbled. âMaybe tomorrow will be better, yeah? For now⊠just be with me, huh?â
You nodded and lifted his hand up to your mouth so you could kiss his knuckles. âI would love nothing more.â
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