Matt Murdock x Reader

Hey there! I'm Faye. Requests Are Closed. I write anything Matt x Reader, and this is a smut free and hopefully a trigger free blog. But if you want me to tag anything tell me. And thank you! :D Come talk to me anytime about anything! :3 DO NOT REPOST! Master List Requests

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Hello :)

So. I have a few things to say.

First of all, thank you all soooooo much for all the nice comments and kind messages I’ve received over the past year or so that I’ve been inactive here. It means the absolute world to me, honestly. I check this blogs activity every so often and I always have a reason to smile.

Secondly, I haven't been writing fan fiction as much anymore, and I haven't written for this blog (obviously) in a long while. I honestly don't know if/when I will write here again, but this blog certainly helped to advance my writing.

I’ve been working on an idea for a novel for several years now (like, 7 years), and I decided that it was finally time to start actually putting it together. So that’s part of why fan fiction has kind of fell on the back burner for me. I also just decided to stop for now because I had no real desire to recently.

I’m sorry that I sort of abandoned this blog, but I hope that my stories that are currently on here continue to find their way to new people who love them as much as I loved to write them!

To all my followers, I can’t say how much it means to just know that you support my writing. And when I want to write some fan fiction again, you can bet that I’ll come to this blog for inspiration!

Stay strong! I love y’all, thank you thank you thank you.

- Faye <3

(& hope you guys enjoyed The Defenders if you got a chance to watch it!!)

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Nerves

katemurdock92: Can I get an imagine of Matt working up the nerve to ask the reader on a date? And he’s really conflicted because he doesn’t wanna put the person in danger but he has a HUGE crush?

@superwholockian5ever: Could you do an imagine where Matt and the reader are friends. Matt likes the reader and the reader likes Matt but they are both afraid to admit their feelings. One day her finds out that the reader learning Braille. And then fluff happens Thank you! Love ya😉

1062 words. Enjoy xx (not my gif)

Matt read through file after file, his fingers running over the Braille. His thoughts, however, kept wandering off to a certain someone. It was taking Matt at least double the amount of time it should have taken him to read through all of the case files.

He sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time, and went back a page to re-read it. After a few more times of this without even getting through the single file, he sat back and took his glasses off, heaving another sigh.

It was late after a long day, but that wasn’t why he was so distracted. He tilted his head up when Foggy came through into his office. “Hey, Fog.”

“Have you read Mrs. Campbell’s case yet?”

Matt stayed silent, licking his lips and sitting up straight in his chair.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Foggy said, sitting in the seat across the desk from his friend. “What’s up? You’ve been a little, I don’t know, off lately.”

Before he could answer there was a light knock on the door. “Hey guys,” you said, peeking your head inside. “I’m gonna head home for today. You got everything covered?”

Foggy nodded. “Yeah, Y/n. See you tomorrow.”

“Alright, goodnight.”

You paused for a moment, kind of expecting Matt to say something- maybe a ‘goodbye,’ or 'goodnight,’ or something of the sort. When he stayed silent, you furrowed your brows in confusion, feeling slightly hurt, and walked out of the firm, closing the door behind you.

Foggy raised his eyebrows, turning slowly in his seat to stare at Matt. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Matt asked back, pretending to start reading a case file over. Again.

“No, no, no, don’t do that,” Foggy said, getting Matt’s attention again. “You know what. Why didn’t you say anything to Y/n? That’s not like you at all.”

Matt sighed again, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face. “I don’t know, Foggy…”

“Uh-uh,” Foggy shook his head, pointing a finger at Matt. “You’re going to tell me right now why you just ignored your crush.”

Matt’s ears turned pink and he froze.

“Yeah, I know,” Foggy said. “What did you think you could keep something that obvious from your best friend?”

“Well-wait,” Matt said, “is it that obvious?”

Foggy outright laughed. “Man, you need to tell her or something. You can’t just ignore her.”

Matt shook his head. “I don’t want her to get hurt because of me. You’re already in danger. I can’t get too close to her, too.”

“Like you aren’t already. Listen, Matt,” Foggy sighed, “I know that she likes you, too. She’s already mixed in with us, with the firm, and that’s not the safest thing, so your excuse means nothing. You think she’d be safer without you than with you? Do you really want to break her heart?”

Foggy stood up. “I’m going to head home, too. You should really think about this, Matt.” He walked out, leaving Matt alone with his thoughts in his office.

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You were walking home, not sure how to feel about Matt not saying anything to you on your way out. You were texting Karen about it, but she said not to worry too much, that he probably just had a bad day.

You agreed. That had to be it. You two were very close friends, and Matt wouldn’t get mad at you or avoid you without a reason. And you know you hadn’t done anything wrong.

Unlocking your door, you slunk into your apartment tiredly. But once you put your things down and got ready for bed, you took a book off your nightstand and began to read it, more determined than ever.

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The next day, you came into the firm bright and early. “Morning Matt,” you said, kind of surprised that he was there already. Usually you were the one to open up.

He gave you a bright smile, coming over and kissing you on the cheek. “Good morning, Y/n.” He went into his office and left you standing there, eyes wide. Shaking your head with a smile, you guessed that Karen was right.

At around lunchtime, you watched Foggy and Karen head out to get everyone some food. You decided to use this break to continue studying what you had been for the past few weeks, taking the same book from your nightstand out of your bag.

You were so immersed in it that you jumped when Matt cleared his throat. You looked up and slammed the book shut. “Oh, Matt. What is it?”

“I wanted to ask you something…” He furrowed his brows. “What were you reading?”

You blushed, “Oh, nothing. Just a novel.”

He raised an eyebrow, and that was all it took for you to break.

“Alright, it wasn’t a novel. I was studying.”

“Studying what?” He sat on the edge of the desk, and it almost seemed as though he was looking right through you.

You sighed, starting to pick at your nails, a bad nervous habit. “I, well, I was studying Braille,” you admitted quietly, looking down.

It was silent for a moment, and you looked up to see Matt looking surprised. Your face flushed again. “I just, I wanted to learn it, so I could read it with you. I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid, but…” You trailed off, biting your lip. “D-didn’t you have something to ask me?”

After a beat, Matt let out a short laugh. He cupped a hand around your face. “Would you like to go out with me? On a date?”

You blinked, staring into his eyes not shielded by his red tinted glasses. Slowly, you smiled. “I would love to.”

“Thank God,” he said quietly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth, much more intimate than the kiss on the cheek that morning. “I can help, you know.” He gestured to the book on your desk.

You swallowed, tearing your eyes from his form and down to the book on Braille. You smiled again, reaching out and holding his hand. “I’d love that, Matty.”

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IKEA Adventures

@wherethefuckyisbucky: Request where matty and the reader go to IKEA and have a stupidly fun time doing stuff they shouldn’t be doing like running around playing hide and seek and “you know I can hear your heart pounding” “Shut up and walk past my hiding spot to make me feel better”

I’ve always wanted to do this

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You laughed quietly, walking fast around the large IKEA store floor. Passing the cabinets, you thought there had to be a better place to hide, one that he wouldn’t suspect.

You passed the beds and raised an eyebrow, looking around. Matt had to have been done counting by now, so you quickly found a queen sized bed and lifted up the mattress, squeezing in between it.

It had only been about a minute, but you wondered briefly if you could suffocate down there. You peeked out, trying to see where Matt was while getting a breath of fresh air.

Matt was good at hide and seek, too good. You should have guessed that when he was too eager to agree to your idea of playing it in the nearby IKEA. The previous round had been played on the first floor, and he had hidden himself in the showers. But he had told you that while you had your back turned, he hopped from shower to shower so that you never saw him.

“Matt, you cheated!”

“That’s not cheating,” he laughed. “It’s innovative.”

“It’s not fair, is what it is,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and turning away from your boyfriend.

He snaked his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek, making you smile. “You have extra senses I don’t.”

“And you have eyesight,” he laughed.

Now, on the second floor, he was ‘it,’ and you were sure he was going to find you. But you tried to stay positive anyway.

After a while, you decided to peek out again, cringing as you came face to face with Matt’s shoes. You dropped the mattress back down, making a face as you heard him chuckle.

“You know I can hear your heart pounding.”

You stuck your tongue out in frustration. “Shut up and walk past my hiding spot to make me feel better, Matthew.”

He laughed again, but you heard him walk away. When you thought he had gone, you started to get up out of the bed. You stood up straight and faced away from the bed, wondering where Matt had gone to.

Arms grabbed your shoulders and you nearly hit the ceiling, barely containing a scream. You turned around, heart beating out of your chest, to see Matt cackling.

“Really!?”

“You were right, Y/n,” he started, “this game of hide and seek is really fun.”

“Was,” you corrected, glaring at him half heartedly. He walked over to the other side of the bed and put an arm around you. “It was fun, though.”

He nodded. “I smelled some really good chocolate cake downstairs in the food court,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Want to share a piece?”

You nodded, walking back to the elevator arm in arm. It was an odd date, but you were an odd couple, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Walking Sticks of Fate

Anonymous: Hi,if this hasn't been done before,can you do a thing where the reader hasn't met Matt but she keeps finding his walking canes strewn around and collects them and when they finally meet its like"so you're the dude who keeps tossing away these sticks"

Don't do this at home, kids. Seriously tho please don't invite strangers to your house even if they look exactly like Charlie cox ITS JUST FOR THE STORY OK this is where it led me so this is what I wrote lol

Also it's been a day and I am still laughing at the joke I made in this

1033 words. Enjoy xx

Your ride home from work everyday was complicated. From your office, you rode the subway(disgusting, but necessary), walked a few blocks east, and took a few shortcuts through backroads and alleys to your tall apartment building. From there, you usually had to climb six flights of stairs because the elevators never seemed to work.

So on your long journeys home, you've seen your fair share of odd things in New York. You weren't sure why, but twilight seemed to be a really strange time for city dwellers.

But the weirdest thing you've encountered had to have been the dozen walking sticks you've found in the same back alley near your apartment. You had quite a collection at the moment. The funny thing was that they were all identical.

While walking home one night, you were thinking about anything and everything except for the canes. You had a report to hand in to your boss in two days. Your coworker's birthday was also next week. Problem was, you really didn't like them that much. Was a card enough? Too much? You could just leave it in their mailbox-

You paused suddenly, standing in the middle of the alleyway at eight o'clock at night, staring at a man who walked past. He was tall with messy brown hair, and wore a suit and glasses. He was pretty attractive, but that wasn't what caught your attention.

You ran out of the alley and to the right where the man had gone. Seeing him up ahead, you ran faster. He seemed to stop in his tracks, tilting his head back towards you. When you caught up, you stared down, and laughed.

"So you're the dude who keeps tossing away those sticks," you said.

He opened his mouth and then closed it. Then, "Excuse me?"

You pointed down, and then mentally face palmed. The glasses, the walking sticks. He was blind. "Your, uh, your walking sticks. I've been finding them in that alley you just passed. They're yours, aren't they? They're the same one as that one."

Some emotion crossed over the man's face before he chuckled, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. "Well, yeah, I do lose them a lot. You've found them?"

You nodded out of habit. "Yeah, I go through that alley every day coming home from work."

The man rested both his hands on the cane and stood in a more relaxed stance. It was then that you noticed how, well, how pretty this man was. His hair was messed up in just the right way, his stubble not too long, his crooked smile lighting up his face in a way that the street light above you simply could not. Something about him was calm, inviting, and trustworthy. "That's not really the safest thing for someone to be doing this late at night."

You shrugged, feeling your ears turning pink, but you weren't quite sure why. "Well, it gets me home quicker." You both stood still for a second. "I-well, you probably want your other walking sticks back. I have them all in my apartment...?"

It was an invitation, both of you knew it. You don't know why you invited a stranger to your apartment but, after picking up after him for so long, you felt like you knew some part of him. Like you'd been just waiting to meet him for a long time. And you weren't going to let him just walk away.

He nodded, smiling a little. "It's safer to travel at night with someone else, anyway."

You linked your arm with his, leading you both back to your apartment. "Oh sorry, what's your name?" You asked.

"Matt. What's yours?"

"Y/n."

You eventually made it to your building, and thankfully, the elevator was working for once. You led him inside and pressed the button up.

You got to your door and opened it, reaching inside quickly and grabbing the sticks from right next to the door. There had to have been ten of them.

"Just so you know," you started, placing them in his outstretched arm, "losing this many sticks is crazy. You should really keep track of them. You could get hurt doing stuff like this."

"Thank you," he said with a small laugh. "I know. People tell me I'm quite the daredevil."

"Would you like me to walk you back downstairs?" You asked.

He shook his head. "It's quite alright. I'll be fine. Thank you, Y/n. Have a good night." He leaned forward and kissed your cheek before walking back into the elevator and leaving you speechless. You put a hand on your cheek where he kissed you, thinking only about how sweet he was and not about how he managed to kiss you perfectly on the cheek while he was blind.

The next day, all you could think about was Matt. You didn't even know how he managed to lose even one walking stick in the first place, since he needed them to walk around, but after seeing him smile at you gratefully, you decided you didn't really need to know. Not yet, anyway. All you knew was that you wanted to meet him again.

You took your normal trip home, walking through that fateful alleyway. You saw something glint in the fading sunlight, and paused, letting out a breathy laugh. "No way." You bent down, picking up a familiar walking stick. Except this one had a little something that the others didn't. You read the small note that was attached:

'Y/n, Would you like to go on a date with me? Meet me at the Piccolo Cafe down the block, tomorrow night at 8. Really hope to see you there. -Matt.'

Your smile grew, and you laughed again, tucking the stick under your arm as you put the note in your pocket carefully. You knew, somehow, that this was right. You walked back home, an extra pep in your step, ready to see what fate had in store for you.

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A couple of things!!

First of all, I see that we’re over 1000 notes on Nothing Compares and that means sooooooo much to me you have no idea like wow thank you all for reading. Also, I am sick :// so guess how many oneshots I wrote already lol like five so in the next few days I’ll be getting those out :D Have a nice day/night everyone!!!

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The Truth (Matt Murdock x Reader):

Characters: Reader (female), Matt Murdock, Foggy, Karen

Setting: Reader’s apartment, restaurant, formal party

Word Count: 1,673 words

Warnings: Mental issues

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back with yet another Matt Murdock imagine! Let me know what you think! :)

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Your blog is amazing and keep up with the brilliant work. Your work makes me feel happy <3

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That is so sweet omg <3 thank you ! ily

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Lol XD Same tho. Hope you feel better soon :*

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Snuggling

Anonymous: Hi, I’m loving your fics so far, thank you for sharing your talent. I’d like to make a request: You are having really bad period cramps and Matt does his best to help. No rush, thanks so much ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I STARTED THIS BLOG I CANT BELIEVE IT. ILY GUYS 😍❤️

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You groaned as you laid in bed, painful period cramps waking you up. You rolled over, finding the other half of the bed empty. Looking at the clock, you saw it was already 9:00 in the morning. Matt was already at work. Slowly, you sat up and went to the bathroom, taking a warm shower to soothe the pain in your back and legs as well as your abdomen. You sat down for breakfast a little later, eating left over pancakes that you and Matt had made yesterday morning. A post-it note was left on the plate, and you picked it up. 'I'll be home in a little while. Love you,' was scrawled on it, and you smiled. He had-albeit badly-drawn a small heart next to the words. You thought that Matt had gone to work, but the fact that he'd be home soon made you happy. He had known you had felt pretty bad yesterday, so he must have correctly assumed that today was no different. After eating, you collapsed on the couch, wearing sweatpants and one of Matt's warm sweatshirts. "Ugh," you sighed heavily, turning over and over trying to get comfortable. So you just laid on your back for a while, staring into space and occasionally checking your phone. An hour later, you heard the door being unlocked, and turned your head to watch Matt come inside. "Hey," he said, coming over and kissing your forehead, his red tinted glasses slipping down his nose slightly. "Did you get my note?" You hummed in response, focusing your confused eyes on the bags in his hands. "What are those?" He smiled. "I went to the store." "You didn't go to work?" You asked, keeping your eyes on him as he came around and sat near your legs on the couch. "No, I took a day off. Foggy and Karen have things covered," he said, reaching in the bag and feeling around before pulling out a heating pad. A smile formed on your face. "Matt..." "I figured you'd need a few things. The lady at the store helped me find everything," he added, rubbing the back of his head. You sat up slowly and took off his glasses, putting them on the coffee table. Your hand landed back on his face, tilting his head and placing a kiss on his lips. "I love you. Thank you." He smiled gently, kissing you back. "You're welcome. Here," He handed you the heating pad. "I'll put the other things away. Except these." Your jaw dropped as Matt dumped a bag of chocolate onto the table. "Oh my God, Matthew. You're the best. I don't care what anyone else says." You grabbed a chocolate bar and sat back, enjoying it thoroughly. "I know," Matt said, walking to the bathroom with pads and tampons. Then he paused. "Wait, what do you mean? What does everyone else say?" You just hummed, sitting back with the chocolate in your hand and a smirk on your face. "Nothing, Matty. Love you." You heard him sigh, continuing his trek to the bathroom. "I love you, too, Y/n," you heard him say. You got the heating pad on and sighed, laying back down on the couch. Matt came back to the living room, lifting you up carefully and laying down in your place, letting you rest your head on his chest. One of his hands reached down to grabbed yours and his other fell to your head, running his fingers through your hair. You snuggled into him, a content smile on your face. "Thank you, Matt. Really." "I'd do anything for you, Y/n. I love you," he answered quietly, continuing to play with your hair until you fell asleep.

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Jealousy

Anonymous: Hey!! If it's not too much bother, could you maybe do a one shot where reader is best friends with Matt&Foggy, and gets jealous with all the time Matt spends with Claire bc she's in love with Matt (reader I mean) and Matt finally figured out that's why readers been so distant from him, so he gets Claire to help set up his apartment in a romantic setting and invites you over as a surprise.. Sorry that this is so detailed! Love your writing btw!

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You knocked on Matt's door and waited a few moments before the door opened and his face appeared. "Hey, Matt," you said, walking inside as he let you in. "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, giving you a small smile. "As good as I can be." You but your lip, nodding. Every time he got himself hurt at night, you hated it. But you always had to remind yourself that he was helping people.

"Well I'm glad it's not worse, not like last time."

He groaned, moving towards the living room. "Don't remind me, Y/n. But it's not bad considering, you're right. Claire came by and helped me out last night, so I'm feeling a lot better than I would be." He gingerly sat himself down on the couch and put his feet up on the table, patting the seat next to him. But he didn't know your face fell at the mention of the female nurse.

You shook your head. "I, uh, I just came to stop by. I'm actually meeting Karen for lunch." You walked backwards and grabbed the door handle. "I'll come back tomorrow if you're not at work, alright?" You waved, knowing he'd know you did, and walked out, leaving a confused and slightly upset Matt alone.

It was getting late, and Karen had already gone home after you told her to get some rest. She had been working way too hard lately, so now it was just you and Foggy left in the office.

He came in, jacket over his shoulder. "C'mon, Y/n, let's get home. I'll walk you to your apartment."

You stared at him and sighed. "Alright. I guess I could finish this tomorrow..."

You locked up the place and headed for your apartment with Foggy walking next to you. "So, how was Matt? You went to see him, didn't you?" Foggy asked.

You sighed again, your breath puffing out in front of you in the chilled night air. "He was fine," you answered in a clipped tone. "Might be good enough to come into work tomorrow, all thanks to Claire."

Both of you walked in silence for a while, Foggy having picked up on the hostility in your voice. "What's wrong, Y/n?" But you sensed that he probably already knew what was wrong. This wasn't the first time you had sounded jealous while talking about Claire.

"Nothing, okay?" You went up the steps to your building and looked back down at Foggy standing on the sidewalk. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-I just..."

He seemed to smile a little. "It's fine. Get some sleep, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Foggy." You watched him leave before unlocking the door and heading to bed for the night.

When Foggy got to work two days later, he was surprised to see Matt there, just entering his office. "You're back!" His hand fell to rest on his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm fine, Fog," he said before Foggy could say anything else.

He stepped back, hands up. "Alright, just wanted to make sure." He went to walk out but paused when he heard Matt call him back.

"Do you know why Y/n has been acting weird lately?"

Foggy raised his eyebrows. "You don't? You're usually so good with the ladies, Matthew."

"I'm serious, Fog. She's been kind of... Distant, lately."

"I'm serious, too," Foggy said, holding his hands out in front of him. "I mean, I knew you were blind but..."

"Cut to the point?"

"She's jealous."

Matt furrowed his brow, bottom lip sticking out slightly in a pout. "What? Jealous of what?"

"She's jealous of Claire. Of all the time you spend with her?" Foggy tried to lead Matt along.

"She's... jealous?" Foggy nodded, and Matt ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "I didn't know." It was silent for a minute, before he started to smile. "I've got an idea."

He told Foggy to hold down the office while he went to ask a favor from a friend. He got to her apartment and knocked on the door, and smiled when she opened up. "Hey, Claire, would you mind helping me with something?"

She nodded, leaning on the door. "Sure, what's up?"

He told her his plan and, excited, she took over from there. All Matt did was answer her questions while she got things done. A couple of hours later, she stood back with a slight smirk, proud of her own work.

"How does it look?" Matt asked.

"Beautiful," Claire said. She grabbed his hand gently. "She's going to love it."

'Hey Y/n, could you come over later tonight? I wanted to talk with you about something.' You raised your eyebrows at Matt's voicemail but shrugged it off, deciding what was the worst that could happen? You might as well go over. You were stubborn, but you had to admit you did miss seeing him lately.

You headed over to his apartment after you ate dinner, knocking once before letting yourself inside. "Hey Matt, I'm here-" Your voice died in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Silently, you closed the door behind you, walking slowly inside. "Oh my god."

The apartment was lit up in a yellow glow by long strings of tiny lights. The couches and coffee table were moved, and a tiny circular table covered with a red silky table cloth sat in its place. Rose petals led the way to the seats and were sprinkled on the table.

You looked to Matt with tears in your eyes to see he was standing next to the table wearing a suit - not the red one, but an actual suit - and without his glasses. "Matty, you did this? For me?"

He shrugged, a small grin on his face. "Claire helped." He pulled out the seat he was leaning on and you walked over and sat down.

You blinked, surprised. You still weren't completely sure what was happening. This was certainly not what you were expecting when you walked inside. It was like a dream. "Why?" You asked as he sat down.

He sighed, holding his hand out. You reached for it instinctively. "Because I'm a blind idiot."

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Well, I know that, Matty."

He grinned, and laughed, himself. "No. Well, yeah, I guess." He cleared his throat, and you waited patiently. "But, I meant, that I didn't realize that you felt the same way about me as I did about you."

Your heart beat loudly in your chest. He felt the same?

"Foggy told me," he continued nervously, "and I feel stupid for not realizing it. Maybe I wasn't the best at showing you, but you mean so much to me. Y/n, I do feel the same, and-"

Your smile had grown larger and wider and you held Matt's hand until you just couldn't take it anymore. You pulled him towards you and kissed him from across the table, feeling him smile against your lips.

You pulled away, smiling with your eyes closed. "I'll have to thank Claire," you whispered.

"So, you were jealous of her?" Matt grinned.

You let out a short laugh, cheeks turning red. "Well, I mean... I just..." Sighing heavily, you gave up as Matt chuckled again and cupped your face in his hands.

"Well, there's no need to be," he reassured gently, pulling you in for another kiss.

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Master List and Requests

Okay, I made the pages!

Here’s the Master List, and here’s the requests list. They’re both in the description.

If anything’s wrong please message me! :)

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I am in love with your blog and your one shot's are helping me contain my slow descent of turning into Matty trash. Keep the amazing work with your adorable writing that just makes my heart go all mushy!

Thank youuuu!!! Embrace your inner Matty trashness ;)

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Tag Game

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Rules: Tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better

Name: Faye

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Gender: Female

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: 5′4″

Favorite colour(s): Red and blue

Time right now: 5:45pm

Average hours of sleep? 6 

Last thing you googled? "You have to win the game” map bc that game has a really large map lol

Number of blankets you sleep with? 1 right now its getting warmer 

Favorite fictional character(s): Matty ofc, Bucky Barnes, Castiel... so many

Favorite book(s): The Great Gatsby, Harry Potter, The Book Thief, The Raven Cycle, I could go on

Bands: Pretty much any band I love music

Dream Job: Animator for Disney (not what I'm going to college before but a girl can dream)

What are you wearing right now? tank top and jeans

When did you start this blog? June 6th 2015 

Amount of followers? 1650 I love you all omg

What do you post mostly? well

Do you run anymore blogs? my personal blog

Why did you join Tumblr? my friend got it and I was curious...we can see where that went haha

Do you get a lot of asks? Not a lot I guess I answer all the non request ones so

Why did you choose this URL? Because that, my friends, is what I do

When did your blog reach its peak? No idea

Who is your most active follower? Currently it is @snape-todayandalways :)

I’m not gonna tag anyone else.