hi joeeyy this is my question! whats your dad!matt thought of the day :P bonus if it’s fluff
haii anon this is like 20 years late but im finally in the mood for dad!matt so :P right back to u... hmmm for fluff! i am thinking about... older dad bf!matt with reader who has anxiety :D
cw dad/kid play this is for you @angelmurdock HEHH
parties, work events, too-crowded restaurants, or really any situation where you have to make small talk with strangers — you hate them and matt knows it. he knows what it feels, he's not too keen on big social scenes either because the sensory overload is a lot. for this reason, matt's really good at excuses: "we should go get a drink," "i think i need to talk to someone," "let's step outside for some air." he's always making it seem like he's the one who needs to leave so you can have an out without making it a Thing. / and when you're clinging, nails digging in, he gets the memo and says into your ear, "wanna go?" and you nod miserably. "good thing i'm irish then," he says, making you snort at his attempt to lighten you up via an irish goodbye joke. he ghosts you both out of there without a single wave goodbye to anyone. just how you like it.
too many people !! — in a crowded shop or a busy sidewalk, you stop being able to think about anything except all of the bodies moving around you. your lungs won't even seem to expand all the way. matt feels your hand go rigid and can hear your heart kick into overdrive, so he tugs you gently toward a side street or a booth in the back, or leads you toward the doors at the next stop without making a big production of it. talking about idle stuff all the while until he's walked you out from the area and into the fresh air. he lets you bury your face in his neck. "better?" he asks, rubbing slow lines up and down your back, and when you nod against him, he finds it so adorable, he can't resist the urge to pat your head so fondly. his brave girl. ><
2am webmd spiral — you're always convinced the headache is something worse, and doomscrolling on crappy medical sites under the covers isn't making things any better. matt wakes up, groans and rolls over, and plucks the phone out your hand without a word, setting it on the nightstand. but he doesn't tell you you're being ridiculous, instead he pulls you into his arms and tells it how it is to reassure you. maybe: "you're warm, but not feverish. your pulse is okay. your sinuses are just draining a little, that's all." / or: "you took your vitamins today and you ate dinner. your tummy's just a little upset, it's okay. nothing's wrong." his senses are getting ABUSEDDD to build a wall between you and your endless what-ifs, and he's more than happy to do that!!!
"does this feel weird to you?" — besides the headache, there's always your knee, your wrist, your stomach, the left side of your chest, so on... you poke and poke at it, frowning, and when matt notices he sets down whatever work he's doing and tugs your hands down. always so patient, never irritated by the interruption. he might rub his fingers over the spot, playing doctor. using his senses to feel whatever heat or blood flow or muscle tension there is. "it's just a knot, sweetie," he'll say, or, "it's just a little gas bubble, that's all," or sometimes, "you're ovulating. that's normal." he can always tell. >< in the end, you're a little embarrassed but relieved, mumbling thank you dad, sorry into his neck. he only chuckles and tells you never to be sorry for coming to him. that's what he's here for, after all :)
aftercare — being naked and undone with him is heaven until it's not. suddenly you're too aware of your own body and you hate every sticky sensation there is. but matt's all too familiar with this—he's just as sensitive, after all—so he rolls out of bed and comes back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. "arms up, baby," and he cleans you off, and then wraps you in his shirt, kissing you and reassuring you that you did so good for him.
reassurance and kisses — sometimes the anxiety does win and you spend the night all twisted up. but the next morning, there's always your favorite breakfast laid out in bed. if you have time, maybe he even feeds you bites while you curl into him, and you can't believe how lucky you are. maybe there's even a warm bath under the pretense of him just washing your hair, but he can't resist getting in with you anyway. love you, dad. - love you too, baby, more than anything. :)
what sucks about fathers is that no one will replace them & you're left loving them forever & you will die with an empty space in your chest because they never loved you as much as you loved them. or something
once I get confident enough to post my boobs it's over for u all <3
I will put a tagging system here once I have one. if I ever have one. expect dadposting
I am more likely to respond to asks than dms!! especially if we do not already know each other!!
if you are going to come into my inbox with transmisogynistic smear campaigns you should instead kill yourself. and if you are in the military you should instead kill yourself. and if you are a twerf or think transandrophobia is real? guess what. kill your self. uhm. yeah <3
also free palestine + occupied turtle island + every other nation under the yoke of colonialism
my dad passed away a year ago today and thats still so crazy to me. i feel like im kind of just now processing that the entire end of october thru around december of last year was a bit of a numb blur i can barely pick out details of..... it feels like it was So soon but also a million billion years ago. all things considered im doing alright now but it's still hard to think about. i miss my dad, man
