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Chappell Roan - 2024 MTV Music Awards
My 000 story is that when I was like three my mum gave me her old mobile phone (like a Nokia basically) without the SIM. I was kinda sad I couldn't call anyone and so when I saw "Emergency Calls Only" on the screen I was like. Right. Okay. And I called it for like half a second before I panicked and hung up. My parents always explained to me that I should call 000 if something happened but if I called for no reason I'd get in a lot of trouble with the police. So I felt anxious about it for years thinking one day I was gonna be arrested for calling them.
Anyway like a few years later my mum read me a book called "some secrets should never be kept". Idk maybe you guys know it. Basically it's a book used to teach kids to speak up about CSA if they experience it and are told to keep it a secret. And I understood that much but I kind of generalised the message so I thought it was just like. Tell your parents your secrets even if you feel anxious about it. So mum ended the story and asked "is there anything you'd like to tell me?" And I was like. Mummy I'm so sorry a few years ago I called the police
if ur taking requests still.. could we get foggy antagonizing matt in the office? i read a fic once where karen didn't know about dd and came back in the middle of an out of control throwing-shit battle instigated by foggy who kept throwing things at matt's head to see if he could catch them (he could) anyway matt didn't want to out himself to karen so he took a textbook to the face n that scene lives within my brain forevermore
hope you don’t mind more words! Also Idk if this is what you had in mind but these boys are straight up mean to each other. under the cut bc long
wait how did this lowkey turn into a full kinda sad fic i’m so sorry
Foggy was angry at him. He knew this because Foggy had told him as much, but also because there was no way any person who was not driven to insanity through passionate rage would put rancid coffee in the coffeemaker. It was from the tin at the back of the cupboard that no one dared touch, liquid tar sitting in their kitchenette just to waft into Matt’s nose until someone did something about it.
Foggy, meanwhile, had a nice steaming cuppa from the coffeeshop across the street. He had bought one for Karen as well.
Finally, noon rolls around, and the stench had been looming around the office for long enough that he broke. He dumped it into the sink, worsening the smell as it coated the drain.
Tersely, he brought the empty carafe into Foggy’s office and plopped it down onto his desk.
Slowly, Foggy looked up to him.
“Can I help you?” he asked sweetly.
“Do I have something to apologize for?” Matt shot back.
“Was there something off about the coffee?”
“I’m not doing this right now,” he said, storming out of the room and trying to focus.
-
Foggy clicked his pen when he was peeved. It was usually only semi conscious, with the added benefit that it bored into Matt’s skull every time.
Matt could take precisely 6 minutes of it before he stormed into Foggy’s office, felt around for a capped pen, and replaced it in Foggy’s hand.
“This is a red pen. I’m not writing notes with this,” Foggy said flatly.
“As long as the clicking stops, I don’t care,” Matt retorted. “Is this also part of my torture?”
“I’d hardly call it torture.”
“You’ve been rude to me all week, and I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“If you don’t know, you don’t know.
-
Foggy continued not to talk to him for another week. Matt developed an urgent need to punch something. So he did, repeatedly and hard, every night for a week, and then he stumbled into Karen’s apartment with bloody knuckles because he sure as hell wasn’t going to talk to Foggy about it.
“Woah, hello there, Mr. Devil. Doesn’t your partner usually look after you?” Karen asked, opening the window to let the man enter.
“‘Usually’ being the operative word,” Matt spit bitterly.
“On the outs again?”
“Rough patch,” he corrected. “I’ll fix it. I just need to find out why he’s being so pissy.”
“Ouch,” Karen deadpanned. “Why can’t he just be legitimately upset at you?”
“I haven’t done anything.”
Karen sighed. “What do we know? Inaction can sometimes be as harmful as action. Willful ignorance, negligence leading to serious harm, what have you.”
Matt paled. “What did I miss?”
“Well, a couple weeks ago, you were supposed to meet Foggy for dinner with his mother.”
“The Rosalind dinner,” he said, horror dawning on his face. “I had to stop a bombing on the other side of town. Did he do it himself?”
“I had to come to his rescue, a half hour late. Apparently, when he had told her she’d be meeting his partner, she had assumed he had meant business partner. She congratulated us on our engagement, by the way.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, she hated that I was the tardy type. She said she’d ‘loathe to have her son tethered to a flaky type.’ Now, usually, I would hate to agree with the reason Foggy has to take Xanax, but just this once, I see where she’s coming from.”
“I’m so sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t tell that to me. I wasn’t the one losing out there. Foggy is a surprisingly good kisser.”
“Okay, yeah. Just invite me to the wedding,” Matt waved at her over his shoulder, booking it out the window.
“You owe me one!” she called after him.
-
The window to Foggy’s bedroom had a trick lock. Normally, it wouldn’t matter because he lived on the 11th floor and no one was ever trying to open it from the outside. Matt thought maybe he should let Foggy know as he shook it open and climbed inside. He could hear Foggy in the kitchen, which wasn’t good because it smelled like he was eating sugar cookies at 11pm, which was a definite depression meal.
“Hey,” Matt said, tapping Foggy on the shoulder. He dropped his plate and it shattered in a deafening noise.
“Get out.” Barely a whisper, and barely concealed irritation.
“I came to apologize.” He put his hands above his head in a show of surrender. “I’m sorry I missed dinner. I’m sorry you had to suffer Rosalind alone.”
Foggy paused for a long moment and shoved him out of the way to get a broom.
“I wasn’t alone. I had Karen.”
“Congratulations on your engagement, by the way.”
It earned Matt a jab in the ribs. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t as violent as it could have been, so he took it as a good sign. “Shut up, I’m still mad at you.”
“And how can we expedite your anger so you go back to loving me?” Matt was suddenly glad no one else seemed to be able to hear heartbeats, because it was hammering in his chest. His palms were clammy in his gloves. What if Foggy still refused?
Foggy was silent as he cleaned up the stray ceramic. The pieces jangled into the trash before he spoke. “Just be better, Matt. I’ve been begging you for years.”
Shedding his gloves, he places them carefully on the counter, and his mask along with it. He felt all the ways his hair is disheveled, the myriad directions it was being pulled. He wanted to look away, but he needed Foggy to see his face.
“I can’t do that if you don’t give me another chance.”
“How many more will it take, Matty? How many other chances am I supposed to give you?”
“I’ll get it right one day, don’t you think?” He tried to smile sheepishly, and hoped it didn’t read as smug.
“Your track record says otherwise.”
Matt frowned, felt his muscles lurch downward grotesquely. He took a step forward and reached for Foggy’s hand. It was selfish, but he wanted to chase it when Foggy slipped out of his grasp. “I can’t lose you, Fogs. Don’t tell me that ship’s already sailed.”
A sigh. “You know, for the first time since maybe ever, I think Rosalind was actually proud of me. She was happy that there’s a firm out there with my name on it big enough to have employees, and that it’s competent enough to win cases more than it loses. I mean, I’m still poor as dirt, but at least I’m not a failure. She was proud that I found a smart and pretty woman to love me. You know what she said?”
“Foggy-”
“She said, ‘thank God you’re not so attached to that Murdock fellow anymore. You were getting a little codependent, were you not?’ I mean, what can I say to that? It’s not like it wasn’t true. She had investigators look you up. Came in with a stack of files three inches thick on everything that you’ve done that might reflect badly on me. And that’s just the Murdock side of you. Can you imagine if they found out about Daredevil?”
Matt felt his chin quiver.
“She called it a proposal. She wanted us to split. And it was so tempting, you know? All these years later, chasing her green light. Pathetic, don’t you think?”
“Is this a break up?”
Foggy shook his head. “No, Matt. I told her to fuck off, and that you’re my best friend and that she won’t be the one to split us up. Stormed out of there faster than Rosalind could be billed. Because I show up, for you, Murdock. I can’t do this if it’s not reciprocal.”
“It’s reciprocal I swear. I had- I’m sorry, I know it’s not an excuse, but there was a bombing on the other side of town.”
“Yeah, in Queens. You could have let Spider-Man handle it. Hell, he showed up to the scene faster than you did, according to the Bugle.”
Matt scrubbed at his face. “Okay, maybe Rosalind scares me a bit,” he admitted.
Finally, it got a chuckle out of Foggy. Dry and barely amused, but present nonetheless. “Yeah, she scares me, too.”
Before they could help it, they were laughing and collapsing onto the floor, and melting into each other’s arms.
“I really am sorry, you know. I’ll never let you face her alone ever again,” promised Matt, finding Foggy’s pinky finger to loop it around his own.
“See to it that you do. And you’re paying next time.”
“I can work with that. Just don’t leave me. Please.”
“It’s a deal, I guess.”
just had a cute guy's fingers in my mouth. feelin blessed
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As close to Sinday as I’ll get for picture. But there we go I did a whole day of it, and now will probably not do it again for a couple months.
Aryn and her once fiancée back in the Earth days. If she had to name her biggest mistake in life, it was letting work get in the way of the life she could have had with that woman.
it hasn’t thundered & rained hard for so long where i live that when it started pouring just now some of my co-workers literally got up to look outside lmao
