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✧ summary: Going to the beach when you're 7 months pregnant is all fun and games until you want to tan the back of your body. Rooster has a plan.
✧ pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Wife!Reader
✧ Rooster masterlist
Rooster watched as you moved around in your lawn chair, a large 7-month bump getting in the way. He felt bad that he was standing there freely with no belly in his way. You huffed with a groan, deciding it wasn’t worth it.
“Do you need me to do anything, baby?” Rooster calls out.
You wanted to go to the beach, but you forgot how much work it was to get comfortable.
You had 2 more months to go of this pregnancy and you were wanting to give your daughter her eviction notice early. Rooster glanced over at the sand where 3-year-old Nick was playing.
“Hey, Goose,” Rooster calls out, watching as sandy blonde curls lift, a pair of dazzling green eyes meeting his. Rooster still couldn’t believe Maverick got Nick to respond to that, but he was thankful it happened. “Want to help daddy with something?”
Nick’s nodding his head and rushing forward. You grab your book and started to browse through the pages while Rooster tends to Nick.
“We’re going to dig a big hole, okay? That way Mommy can lay down.”
Nick giggles and nods his head, already using his little fingers to start digging away at the sand. You had no idea what was happening in front of you, as your floppy sunhat covers the scenery and your belly is directly in front of Nick’s tiny body.
Rooster managed to keep digging and digging, constantly looking back to get a size comparison for your belly. It was deep into the sandy beach when he grabbed a towel and laid it over the large hole he created.
“Mama’s spot?” Nick asked Rooster, tapping his hand.
“Yeah, buddy. This is going to be Mommy and sissy’s spot.” Rooster responds to him, kissing his son on the forehead. Nick’s green eyes gazed around as if he were watching for somebody.
“Where’s Papa?” He asked, referencing Maverick.
“He’s coming down to play with you, I promise.” Rooster assures him. Nick was attached to Maverick’s hip. He loved his Papa with a passion unlike no other and it solidified the father-son relationship that Maverick and Rooster had built.
Once Rooster was pleased with his and Nick’s work, he cleared his throat.
“Sweetheart, want to try this?” He grins at you.
You peek over your bump and look at the hole he’s created with your towel laying across it.
“What’s that, Bradley?”
Rooster walks over and grabs your hand. “I know how much you’d rather lay on your stomach… So, Nick and I created this. Come on, try it.” He helps you to your feet. He leads you over and soon you’re laying down with your stomach rested in this ginormous hole, a smile spreading.
“Rooster! I love you!” You squeak.
“Mama! Goose helped TOO!” Nick says to you, clearly wanting his thanks as well. You lifted your head to stare at your baby boy.
“Oh, you did, baby? Thank you so much! Mommy loves you and daddy so much!” You pucker your lips and Nick is resting his on yours.
As you continue to lay face-down, Rooster sits down beside you. He’s rubbing your back and you moan at his touch.
“Rooster, I love you. Seriously.”
“I love you too, baby.” He laughs.
As he gives you a sweet kiss, you suddenly hear Nick’s shrieks.
“PAPA!” He’s screaming. You and Rooster are both lifting your heads and that’s when you see Maverick walking forward as fast as he can to grab baby Nick in his arms. A smile spreads across your face as Nick finally reaches him, arms outstretched and waiting for Maverick to grab him.
“There’s my buddy! Talk to me, Goose!” Maverick pinched his belly.
“I missed you!” Nick squeaks, hugging his neck tightly.
As Maverick draws closer, he sees you on the ground.
“What is going on here?” He points at you.
“Daddy and I made mommy a hole!” Nick answers proudly. “She and sissy can lay down!”
“She sure can, can’t she?” Maverick looks at you and smiles at you as you flash one back. “That is something your dad would’ve done for your mom.”
Rooster’s continuing to rub your back with a smile, nodding his head.
Imagine being married to Kento Nanami and taking on his last name.
Gojo would probably take the opportunity to say "I can call you Nanamin as well!" And at first, you don't take it seriously; however, when you hear the name 'Nanami' called, that doesn't stop both Kento AND you from responding.
And in that moment, the Kento Nanami's heart melts and cherishes this moment forever, because you welcomed the name, just as you welcomed him into your life.
She blinked her eyes against the bright light. She groaned at the cellphones that vibrated against the wooden table, waking her from her nap. Still clinging to the need for sleep, Y/N kept her eyes close as she tried to get the device. After a few failed attempts, she leaped up, annoyed that the one who was disturbing her nap didn’t quit.
The phone finally fell silent when she concluded opening her eyes was inevitable. Without verifying who was calling, she answered in a mumble “Hello?”
UGH im moping around in my room now realizing i will not be able to run my hands through his hair..
Hanging up, the phone was long forgotten as she approached the couch. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Nanami?” she said crouching down to greet him with a soft kiss against his temple letting her hand fall on his hair. “You can’t sleep like that…” Thought she wanted him to rest, she knew that his neck will end up sore if he stayed in that position.
this paragraph did it for me tbh. like i just KNEW this was going to be a good story. and even when you’d written about kento on the floor, i anticipated smth amazing happening after. i think that picture of him sleeping on the floor with his tie as an eye mask will be permanently embedded in my mind. so domestic AGH gunshots
this was so incredibly sweet and soft,, to me you just captured this like fragment of time that can be so rare. i really want to hold his face in my hands and caress his eyebags <33 we can honestly be matching lmao, though my eyebags are mostly hereditary
summary: kento nanami loves you.
warnings: kissing, pretty suggestive (alludes to nsfw activities but nothing is explicitly stated)
pronouns: not used
word count: 933
the sharp contrast of the cold tile against your warm body forces your back straight, a shiver running up your spine as you shuffle into the kitchen with bleary eyes.
you can hear the sounds of dishes being picked up, something being fried on a pan. the aroma hits you before you can see it, and you rub the sleep from your eyes, suddenly hit with how hungry you are.
he’s standing there, in front of the stove, broad back on display as he cooks breakfast. taut muscles ripple with every movement he makes, moving things around on the pan, plating the food. it doesn't take you long to notice the marks, deep red scratches against his pale skin, littered around his shoulder blades and lower back.
feeling a little guilty, you walk up to him, resting a hand on his arm as he looks over at you with a smile, "your back...does it hurt?"
the ends of his mouth twitch as his smile widens, "no, they don't hurt." and as if he can sense your unwillingness to believe him, he adds, "i promise."
nodding sheepishly, you run your index finger down his back, and you can feel him tense against your touch. nanami reaches out for you, his arm snaking around your back, large palm coming to rest against your hip as he brings you into his side.
you’re surprised by how warm he is, and even while shirtless too. eager to stay wrapped in his embrace, you hug his waist, tightening you hold on him. he chuckles, a deep, breathy sound that reverberates through his chest as he comes down to kiss your forehead; you can feel it against your fingertips resting at the very ends of his ribcage.
nanami is half dressed for work, you notice. he’s missing the top half, but he’s got his tan slacks on and black socks covering his feet. yawning quietly, you watch him continue to cook, and the silence that falls between you both is comfortable.
you blink once and he’s done plating everything, turning to you to bring his hands up, cupping the sides of your face in his palms. calloused thumbs rub against the apple of your cheeks, his brown eyes watching you intently as you watched him. nanami drops one hand down to your neck to gently swipe against the marks he had left along your neck last night.
he’s silent for many minutes as he thinks, and you wish you could unravel his thoughts like a spool of yarn. then, catching you off guard, nanami leans down and catches your lips in a kiss. his touch is feather-light, yet it’s the only thing you can focus on as you drown in everything him.
the brush of his nose against your cheek, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, the taste of coffee flooding your mouth. you reach along his back, resting your arms around his neck as you pull him in closer, even closer.
nanami pulls away just as suddenly as he had kissed you, leaving you borderline dizzy and flustered.
“the food will grow cold,” he says, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he hands you a plate.
you watch him as he leaves the kitchen, something sweet urgently bubbling up your chest as the words spill from your lips, “i love you, kento.”
it’s his turn to fluster, and you grin as he clears his throat, turning to you then hesitating. setting down his plate of food, he's with you again, arms around you and pulling you into him. you don’t complain as you rest your head against his chest, hearing his heart slam against his ribs, similar to the way your own heart is beating.
your index finger draws a flower against his warm skin and he sighs. he’s lifting you up, letting you sit on the counter as he finds his place between your legs.
nanami leans forward, palms pressed into the marble counter, trapping you under him. his forehead touches yours, and your laugh hits his face, and he’s kissing you again but this times it’s different.
this time it’s all teeth and tongue and desperation. this time his fingers are digging into your softness, grabbing at your waist and holding you in place, grabbing at your thighs and spreading them.
he’s kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and biting down on your shoulder till you breathe out his name. in his hands, you are clay- so pliant under every touch. your hand tangles itself in his blond hair, tugging softly as he trails ever lower.
you feel the slight roughness of his lips against your sternum, and then you feel them on your left, right above where your heart rests in your ribcage, “i love you too.”
nanami says it again, again, and again- those words embedded into his every action as his kisses sear your skin. he’s holding you and grabbing you, he’s flooding your senses; he jumbles your thoughts and nothing you say is coherent but he doesn’t seem to mind.
he just repeats those words over and over again into you, like a secret only meant to be shared in the smallest of spaces where you lay waiting for his next move with bated breaths.
“i love you,” he says again and you arch into him, needing to feel him pressed against you.
nanami catches your wrists in his hand, holding them above your head, “i love you,” he says again.
and you pull, and tug, and plead until he shows you, until you believe him.
note: something about mitski and this song reminds me of nanami so-
AYO WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVE THE EXACT NANAMI FANART SAVED OF THIS SCENARIO RN ITS BEEN ON MY GALLERY FOR MONTHS
this shit right here.. my downfall from last year and now you’ve dragged me down all the way with this story 🧍🧍
also.. now that you mention it i feel like he always smells of coffee. like idk. what im trying to say is i like coffee and he likes coffee sooo 👀👀 (im free on saturday)
you feel the slight roughness of his lips against your sternum, and then you feel them on your left, right above where your heart rests in your ribcage, “i love you too.”
summary: you’ve always considered yourself peter parker’s best friend. but when his interest in mary jane complicates your friendship, it gets harder to hide your feelings for him.
notes: hi everybody!!!!! this is 13.2k words long so i hope you enjoy it. i’m also trying out this thing where i change my pseudonym to sloane because i think it fits me more than when i picked scout over 3 years ago. also @ mary jane i’m sorry i love u please forgive me
warnings: typos, probably.
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As Peter Parker’s best friend, it hurt to hear him talk about other girls he wanted to go on dates with.
im fucking shaking dude, i feel so sad right now but this is my peak self. unrequited love is literally my favorite ever trope. i dont even know where to start with this,, you put absolutely every trope i could ever want in an angsty story. unrequited love triangle, ignoring mc for partner, degrading words (like actual offenses to mc), mc being there for him when he isn’t, breaking down when he’s talking about other girls but lying about it (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT) just generally me being the butt of hurt.
thank you for writing a whole 13k of this, i loved every part, especially that you got to further go into each hurtful scenarios,, like damn i loved that the mj-talking-shit-about-me went on for the bottom half of the story.
coming into this story i was like “this better have y/n crying in front of peter but covering it up’ AND YOU DID ADD IT it was EXACTLY how i imagined it that was so creepy,, but i was like it HAS to be during wound healing bc the intimacy and isolation would amplify everything AND YOU DID IT JUSTICE TF
gwen and harry are so supportive goddamn?? literally the only braincells in the friend group. i love how you made them present all throughout, and that peter also had moments with them.
when they had the whole ‘peter is heated and hurting y/n’ conversation i loved that she was being mostly rational and didn’t lose control too much i guess. when characters are so calm and just deadly weak it shows how absolutely tired they are. obsessed with the difference in punctuation and dialogue descriptions between y/n and peter. she had a lot of full stops and i think that really fits for her emotional state at the moment. it’s like,, a big booming impact even though it was just a dot lol. peter’s was just so explosive and in your face, it was like getting continuously stabbed by knifes. a whole rampage and a lot of exclamation marks along with aggressive descriptions of how he’s saying things. the contrast is so yummy. sorry, i over analyze a lot lol, it just satisfies me so much that you had the perfect energy for the characters in each dialogue scene.
So it hurt to know that Peter never talked about you like he talked about girls.
THIS is when it started hurting. i find that there is an absolutely dreadful painful kind of tingle that i feel when i read really good angst stories. its like your heart plummeting but actually real,, AND I LOVE FEELING IT. your flow and writing was just so effective in bringing that effect out of me.
“Small knives are your weakness after all, huh?”
lol tmi but me when i accidentally stabbed a hole on my thigh yesterday,, and it was by a small knife.
“Anyone would be lucky to go on a date with you, Peter.”
YA BASTA DE ESTUPIDECES THIS HURT SO FUCKING MUCHH i was literally throbbing in my heart. ive read so many unrequited love stories that it conditioned me to saying specific tones and word play in my head when characters say dialogues..
WAIT BC IM ALSO BUSINESS MAJOR HALPPP shes just like me fr
when y/n said she loved him over the phone, i really thought he was gonna be like too speechless to respond so she thinks he doesn’t love her back and it’s all a mistake and it gets even more sad, but i was also really happy that he finally came to her at the end!! wheww that’s it. im done. im done
Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader (fem)
Part One - pls read lol
Summary: after randomly showing up in an alleyway, you fight a stranger dressed as Spider-Man, claiming to be Peter Parker… the only issue is, he isn’t your Peter Parker.
What I listen to while I write lol
The so called Peter smiled before his face dropped, “I’m very confused, though.. What the hell is a Captain America?”
You began to laugh uncontrollably as the man stood before you with his hands on his hips, still confused as to what was happening and where in the world you came from.
“Okay, you got me! You really almost had me convinced for a second that something was off. This has been a really good prank.” You press your lips together in a smile before starting to raise your voice in a sarcastic tone, “Is someone going to come out and mess with me and tell me they got me so good?”
The man in the Spiderman costume watched as you started to walk around the alleyway, yelling for your friends to come out of hiding. “Look, I know we prank each other sometimes, but isn’t this just a little much?!”
He cocked his head to the side watching as your steps were followed by icy footprints. The fern crown you had created started to slide off of Peter’s head. His fingertips lightly caressed the greenery before he took it from his head, staring at it in awe before he looked up at you again - seeing that you had stopped yelling for your friends.
“Hey, so -,” you begin to whisper as you approach the man. “This is just a really intense prank that went too far, right? You can tell me - I promise I won’t get mad.. I’m just - I’m starting to kind of get freaked out, honestly. You haven’t broken character once. Like, at all. And this costume is incredible. Is it Peter’s?”
He furrowed his brows as you spoke, just as confused as you were.
“Who paid you?” You ask as you cross your arms. “Was it Peter? Ned? Did a man with a mechanical arm get you to do this? He has a weird name, so you’d remember,” you squint, waiting for the stranger to fold. “No - I got it! Stephen did this because of the cape incident, didn’t he?!” You smiled widely as you started to look around for your friends again, your steps now followed by grassy foot prints that sprouted small wildflowers and clover.
Peter blinked as he remained frozen before you, equally confused by your ramblings and amazed by your abilities. He had never seen anyone else like you.
“Could I use your phone to call someone?” You ask, walking back towards him.
“Yeah - sure,” he nods, passing you his cell phone. You type in the only number you knew by heart - Peter’s. It rang a few times before a woman picked up, “Hello?”
“Hi! Yes - hi, is Peter there?” You ask, biting your lip as your eyes dart to the man in front of you, giving you a thumbs up.
“No - I don’t know a Peter, I’m sorry! You’ve got the wrong number.” She responded before the line hangs up. Your throat had grown dry as you handed the phone back to the man who stood only feet from you.
“Look, no one paid me, I swear. I promise you that I am Spiderman. I was just ending my patrol when you literally came out of a random glowing golden circle,” Peter said as he watched you; your chest beginning to quickly rise and fall as your breath became shaky trying to wrap your brain around what the hell was happening.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter spoke in a whispered - soothing tone, putting a hand on your shoulder as you started to tear up, still breathing heavily.
“I promise, I won’t be mad… Just - just tell me this is a prank, please.” You started to hyperventilate as you hid your face in your hands. “I’m - I’m really freaked out.”
“Hey - look at me,” he spoke calmly, putting both of his palms on your shoulders as he began to breathe along with you, hoping to help slow your breath.
“Good job, Y/N. Atta girl,” he coos as he brought his fingers to your neck - checking you slowly lowered your hands. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head, “No, I don’t think so. Where is everyone? Where are my friends?”
He watched as you fought the tears forming in your eyes, “Could you take me to Avengers tower? It’s not too far from here - you could just drop me off. I just really need my friends.”
He paused, knowing there wasn’t an Avengers Tower to take you to.
“It’s late -,” he said, looking at his phone. “- well, early.. Do you - Well, would you maybe wanna go have a home cooked meal first? I’ll take you wherever you want to go, afterwards.”
You hesitated, looking at the sky - seeing dawn begin to slowly kiss the starry night sky. Peter watched as the sunlight started to shine, illuminating the color of your beautiful yet sorrowful eyes.
“You expect me to just trust you?” You say, eyes still directed towards the sky as you wrap your arms around yourself, growing colder as adrenaline wore off. Peter’s eyes remained on you.
“Well, I- Well, yeah… I guess. People kinda normally just trust me because I’m me..” Peter said as he shrugged, pointing to the Spidersuit he wore. “And honestly, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you really wanted to, so you don’t really have to trust me.”
He holds his hands up in surrender, “You really don’t have to be on high alert still, but if it makes you more comfortable - I’m all for it. Just please don’t wrap me up in anymore plants or wind.”
“Wait.. You’re just going to cook a strange woman breakfast?” You asked, finally looking at him through a furrowed brow.
“Well, yeah. I don’t see why not - I’m a good cook. You seem like you really need a friend right now. And if you turn out to be a threat I could just take you down,” he explained as he smiled shyly. A warm blush covering his cheeks.
It was quite before he said, “I’m kidding - I promise I’m not a threat. I know you don’t believe me still, but I promise you are incredibly safe with me. And honestly, you’re wearing pajamas in an alleyway. So-”
“Sure,” you murmur, cutting him off
“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows as he started to smile again.
“Yup. Now let’s go before I change my mind,” you tease.
The two of you began to make your way through back alleyways before reaching the backside of Peter’s apartment.
“I wanted to show you something before we go inside. I think it will explain a lot. Do you trust me?” The man holds out his gloved hand to you as you look down at it. “Uh..” you whispered as he shot a web towards the roof of the building. Reluctantly, you give him your hand as he slowly wraps his arm around your waist - his brown eyes looking into yours before quickly hoisting the two of you onto the roof, just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon.
“Look,” he whispers as he unwraps his arm from your waist, backing away and letting you take in the sights.
“It looks the same, yet so so different,” you whispered looking around and seeing a few iconic pieces of the city’s skyline missing. You gasped as tears started to form in your eyes, “Wait… Where is Avengers Tower?”
You whipped your head around to where he stood as your heart began to race, finally believing that the man claiming to be Spiderman was in fact Peter Parker - just not yours.
You were not in your world.
“Oh my god,” you whispered as hot tears started to roll down your face.
Peter’s heart broke as yhe walked back over to you, wanting to give you a hug - yet too afraid to ask.
It was almost instinctual how you turned your entire body towards the man in the Spiderman suit as he approached you, burying your face into his chest as you began to sob - wrapping your arms around him as you cried. His hands slowly found their way to your scalp, holding you closer to him in a gentle embrace.
His heart raced in his chest like a beating drum as he clung to you.
“I can’t imagine how scary all of this must be for you,” he whispered as he continued to sooth you. The vibrations of his voice echoed in his chest as your head pressed against him. He started to stroke your hair lightly.
“I promise - I promise you, you are safe with me. We are going to figure this out and get you home,” he continued as you remained in his arms. “I’m going to take care of you until we figure this out. I promise. And - and, just consider me your Peter for now, okay?”
You nod, pulling away from his chest and locking eyes with him.
He just smiles when he looks at you, his eyes so kind - so familiar. Safe. Like home. Like your Peter.
But this feeling was different, you felt it all over your body like goosebumps - almost as if you could just melt as a warm feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach.
Peter felt a familiar sense of belonging when he looked at you - studying your beautiful face as you both stood in silence. He hadn’t had this feeling in such a long time. He hadn’t allowed himself to.
“I’m so sorry if I overwhelmed you more, I just didn’t know anyway else to really prove to you that I was being honest than you show you the skyline,” he explained. “I hope you can forgive me.”
He was so sweet, so genuine as he gazed at you.
The sun finally fully crept over the tallest buildings, shining brightly around the two of you, now fully illuminating the man’s handsome face.
“I’m ready for that meal now,” you say, giving him a soft smile - though your eyes were still glossy with tears.
Peter blinked at you, as if he were blinking himself out of a trance as he stammered, “Are you - are you sure? We don’t have to go in yet if you are too overwhelmed.. Sometimes I sit up on this roof just to breathe. We can do that if you want to. I can take you somewhere you’d feel safe..”
“I feel safe right now with you, Peter.” You whispered.
A wide smile spread across his face.
You finally said his name..
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i always enjoy a good “lost in another universe” concept fic.. but THIS RIGHT HERE.. HOW COULD YOU WRITE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY? the way he was incredibly comforting when mc started to panic,, i mean ive definitely read a lot of scenes like that, but i absolutely ADORED the way you extended it like 100X. for a second there i actually felt like he was talking to me
when characters say smth like look at me i literally get heart palpitations. he was so respectful and kind,, the energy he was giving,, it was very much accurate.
“Good job, Y/N. Atta girl,”
BITCHTAAVF STFU MAN?? you cant say shit like that.. i would walk out without 2 kidneys so i can hear him say that to me. real.
SYNOPSIS. Private moments between staff members are hard to come by in this teaching hospital, which results in people constantly using the emergency stop in the elevator. People use it to have a little time for themselves—time to laugh, time to cry, even time to get together in more ways than one with their significant others. You had used it yourself with your boyfriend, Dr. John Suh, many times. But never had it been used to break someone’s heart, let alone two. Then again, there was always a first for everything.
GENRE. angst, hospital!au, doctor!au, established relationship!au, breakup!au
PAIRING. Neurosurgeon!Johnny Suh x (f) Surgical Intern!Reader
WORD COUNT. 2k+
WARNINGS. abandonment issues
MORNING DAWNS ON SEOUL NATIONAL UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL, WHICH IS A NORMAL THING.
Another normal thing to see is the number of doctors, nurses, and techs rushing in at 6:00 am, when the sun barely breaks through the horizon. They rush to their locker rooms with their sorry excuses of breakfast in hand, grouping together for small conversations, which is also an extremely normal thing. The interns flock together as do the residents with the higher power. The attendings nod at each other before entering their offices with charts to go through. Everything is equally chaotic and as normal as a teaching hospital would be.
The one abnormal thing about this particular morning is that Dr. John Suh—the attending neurosurgeon of SNU Hospital—did not enter the grounds with you.
Everyone knows about his relationship with the beautiful second-year resident intern. Everyone hears the gossip. So when you don’t come in together, people notice.
nikki bestie my eyes are fucking twitching and i am on the verge of CRYING
UGH i just had like,, a moment of realization, and even though ive read countless of fics talking with characters who deal with that kind of trauma i feel like it’s never really dawned on me,, in a way that i might have someone who is really important in my life right now that might be feeling that way. ok so like putting that aside
THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY FRUSTRATING?? like the way i was actually not expecting the angst (to be fair i didn’t read the a/n or the summary)?? i also think it’s cuz you released doctor jaehyun a while ago and i was like omg doctor johnny, this has to be happy cute right?? WRONG why would you betray me like that?
“Why won’t you just let me love you?” STFU RN STFU-
i loved that he was still wearing the shoes mc gave him and that it was clean,, because to me that minor detail shows how much he actually loves and is willing to wait for the mc to let him love them,, and the necklace of mc too?? like its the fact that they want him and actually is kind of,, “attached” to him in a way but bc of their past experiences with love it’s hard to let him in BUT ALSO THEY NEVER TOOK IT OFF BC THEY ACTUALLY RLLY LOVE HIM?? and then one day they’d just be looking at the necklace and feeling immense guilt and sadness, not only for the lost of someone who truly loved them, but also that they’d hurt him?? angst central tf,, im probably wrong, but at first glance it came off like that to me
i also love when characters have a breakdown like it’s so satisfying no im not a sadist wtf? i like when they’re on the breaking point and that you did it in an elevator. like the ultimatum ending kinda thing um yes. ive never watched grey’s anatomy but i know that ‘so choose me pick me love me’ from twitter lol
when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!
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appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa
↪ big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same
of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 | ( ☹ ☺ ♡) by @anika-ann
↪ you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet
listening in ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker
↪ legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship
isolation ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya
↪ matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty
man in a red suit (☺) by @twistnet
↪ matt stumbles into the wrong apartment
when the lights are off ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines
↪ you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu
clean up ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11
↪ conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty
moving in ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it
↪ he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!
i love you (☺) by @prince-septimus
↪ basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (ugh we get it matty you’re utterly in love with me 🙄)
i can hear the bells (☺) by @pastafossa
↪ yes i named this one after a hairspray song, you’re humming makes matt a simp
wait ah thank you!!! you’re too kind 🥺💘 you literally did god’s work out here making a matt compilation!! (i loved the little descriptions you gave too lol)
bestie.. you’re gonna make me cry. i really appreciate you saying that because i just know there are matt lovers out there trying to find good fics of him! thank you for sharing too <3 and thank you for appreciating my effort into making this post (hopefully) fun and enjoyable 😭
i really did genuinely love reading ‘secret messages’, it was so domestic and cute! i felt happy and giddy and everything mushy when i saw matt’s reactions to the notes, i can just imagine he would be (creepily,, but sweetly!) smiling at the wall while feeling the braille. foggy asking if matt was reading porn LMFAO I HAD TO LAUGH it was so accurate. i love that every dialogue and characterization was so cohesive, and when foggy got that note about friends who become family 🥺
i just got a brain zap wtf.. imagine you’re gone or something (i mean died bc im an angst slut) and then matt’s just in a bad place,, and then he finds one note that you had quite sneakily hid somewhere he never checked AND IT MADE HIM REMEMBER U ANDGUJGBFJEBK YOURE DONE YOURE DONE
by the way, i wanted to say your blog design/ theme is so cool!! the purple and black are a great combination. the formatting for posts are cool too :D
noo omg i appreciate it so much!! i might go down this list myself bc your descriptions make me wanna read everything!!
aah thank you :) i’m so glad lol this is such a huge compliment 🥺i’m so glad the characterization was okay too, i really wanted some more foggy/matt action lol!! omg i’m smiling so hard sksksk you’ve got no ida
omg no bc you started something in my brain now!!! oh gosh, just imagine he goes to fogwell or something bc he always goes there when he’s had a bad day & then he finds a little note with something like “i know you go here when everything feels like it went to shit. let’s order take-out & cuddle on the couch yeah?” but then obvs you’re not there and he just collapses AH. iM DONE IM DONE NOPE
aah wait thank you :))) i’m a notorious theme changer but this one just is too pretty lol. thank you so much <33
WAIT i meant to leave this conversation be and end it like that BUT WHEN I READ ‘COLLAPSES’ I JUST-
IM SORRY i know you meant it as in like he’s extremely distraught BUT MY MIND
and yeah! i always love a good bromance dialogue/ banter
ALSO WTF I READ AND WRITE A LOT OF ANGST FICS AND YOUVE TRIGGERED THAT PART OF MY BRAIN?? like after he gets the note he would probably break down or smth and then there’s two roads we can go if the death is pretty recent, (talking about fogwell’s) 1, he starts to associate the gym with the last piece of you (hypothetically if that WAS actually the last note you’ve written) and he starts avoiding that place and whenever he passes by he gets sad OR he could embrace it (probably as time goes) and he has this little broken-accepting smile whenever he sees the big logo on that wall.
I ALSO CAME UP WITH LIKE a generic kind of prequel i guess to this death-scenario, where you died either because you got like hostage-d/ t*rtured/ k*lled because of your association with him, OR you could be like very sick/ get into an accident and die. BUT if you pick the former, there will probably be this different gut wrenching guilt knowing he could’ve done something, knowing he could’ve saved you from it all. if we go with the hostage, it could be the protagonist-comes-too-late trope and then you’re laying in his arms with blood spilling from your body and he’s cradling your head trying to put on a brave face so the last thing you see wouldn’t be his absolutely devastated expression. and then you weakly bring your hands to his cheeks and ask him to smile one last time because you both know this is where it ends but neither want to say it aloud-
“smile for me.. please? it’s not your fault matty,, i love you” DIES
OR he could come home from a late night entering your apartment, calling out your name and not hearing a response sensing absolutely nothing, and then he would panic and run around only to find your corpse laying on the ground,, he’s trying so desperately to feel your heartbeat that he so loved, the rhythm that was always a constant present in mornings, evenings, nights and every time you two would be sitting in the bathroom cleaning his wounds and he’s so utterly tired that he lays his head on your chest to listen to your soul’s music-
BUT WTF YOU DEMON YOU LITERALLY BRANCHED OUT EVERYTHING THE WAY I THOUGHT IT WOULD?? OUR MINDS??
like foggy asking matt UGH YES EXACTLY WHAT I IMAGINED,, literally the question is would matt murdock go against his own morals for you?? thats a discussion for another day besties.
“guttural scream” DONT EVEN START WTF i can picture that in my head,, so sad but,, i am a masochist 🤷 i unfortunately don’t write for matt (i don’t know enough about him yet currently), but i would love to project my pain onto him LOL if anyone sees this definitely feel free to write smth with our idea
“be ready to pass on because of that small gesture he did “ even in your last moments he’d be willing to do anything for you 😢 truly till death do us apart
“the only thing he feels is this weird coldness? like as if someone opened a window and forgot about it? but then he finally realizes its because your body isn’t there to bring a certain type of heat that he associates with home?? “ OK ONE, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL?? imagine hes just hugging an ice block NO NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES BYE but yes to that idea so much i love that you connected it with his association of home wtf,, imagine the plethora of emotions he would experience at that moment,, like that dawning of realization PEAK angst rn dont even talk to me
first thought i had when you mentioned 'acts of service' is him serving you breakfast. LIKE breakfast in bed, leaving toast on a plate when he's early for work,, and at first you insist (bc hello thats a lot of work and effort) n he goes NO "matthew i love you, and i appreciate the food,, but you are not my personal butler" but he DOESNT STOP so you accept it and give him a kiss on the forehead every time. DIES
he's so fucking ridiculously over the top in his acts of service
it starts small. he always gets you coffee in the morning when he gets his own and he plays it off bc hes getting coffee for foggy and karen too and the cup thingy is just so much easier to carry with his cane when its balanced with all four spots taken up and its really hard to argue with that especially when he pulls the blind card
then he's ordering takeout like everytime he knows youre coming over bc even youre not that hungry he wants to make sure you eat something
oh no! i went to the store for groceries and just happened to pick up your prescription you complained you wouldn't be able to get because you'd be stuck at the office late! whoops! clumsy me i thought it said my name!
you'd wake up to find out it's raining and he'd have broken into your house to leave an umbrella on your kitchen counter and at that point you were like okay so we need boundaries matthew i literally already have an umbrella
and he just gets all pouty and is like well what if you didn't i didn't want you to get sick in the rain and you just can't stay mad at him when he gets all pouty puppy dog with you and he's just so god damned stubborn that you'll never be able to convince him you don't need all those things from him you just want him but he's a little goblin man so he just does it anyway
ok LAST when you said he was a very angsty man,, do you ever think he's genuinely disappointed or upset at himself sometimes that he can't love you like other people do? he thinks he lacks on the sight abilities, and feels bad about not being able to TRULY see you,, describe how beautiful you are,,etc (is that why he tries to make it up with touch and acts of service?? IDK WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BYE) imagine having to constantly assure him that he has loved you more than enough </33
okay so yes i think he feels inadequate in his ability to love you a lot.
and i'm sure at times he wishes he could see you, see the way he just knows your eyes twinkle when you're giving him shit. but honestly at this point he's so far beyond like missing his sight like that because he's long since come to terms with the fact that he is simply blind.
the reason i think those are his love languages is because a. of examples we see in the show (ie. the way he crumples like a house of cards when he lets karen hold him, or and this one is vague and big but still i think that being daredevil is in and of itself an act of service to the city- fourteen blocks- of hell's kitchen) and b. just who he is as a person or who i at least imagine him to be.
i'm sure you could take those things out of context or even contextualize them to mean different things, but i personally think matt is someone who just desperately needs touch and affection. that he is constantly wanting to be close to people despite his fear of being close to them. he's someone who just wants to be plastered up next to you on the couch, in bed, at the coffee shop, or at josies in a booth where he can just push his thigh up against yours and live off the rush of dopamine involved in even the littlest of touches.
i think his feelings of inadequacy with you would be centered around this idea that he's broken and dangerous. that he's more trouble than he's worth, or that he ruins good things when he gets his bloodied hands on them. that matt and daredevil are so intertwined its a bad thing, a thing that's ugly and unfair to put on someone, a thing that could be so dangerous for them if people knew that he had a weakness in you. he would really struggle and fight with himself at times to shut these thoughts down, to just live in the happiness of the moment and not expect the pain of failure.
it's not that he'd suddenly stop thinking them, just that he'd try to ignore it so he could enjoy you while he had you. fine with dealing with the fall when it came, because he was so convinced it would come.
and you'd remind him a million times.
"i love you matty, you absolute fucking mess; my mess,"
"i can't tell you enough, but i'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it. you're good matthew murdock, good, at your core. at the very center of your being, the foundation for which all of the rest of you is built, is good."
"you go out and you protect the city you love, and you go to work and help the people who need you. i know you hate the word, especially in reference to yourself, but if that's not a hero i don't know what is."
"you're a whole person, you know that right? no big chunks of you missing, not a single puzzle piece lost over the years. you're whole, and here, and i fucking adore you."
"you know i'm proud of every single thing you do, but you might just have outdone yourself this time murdock. this might just be your best work yet,"
it was hard for him to feel inadequate when your contradictions were almost violent in certainty. how could he doubt you when you were so sure. so convinced he deserved love, and that he loved you well enough, and even just enough in general.
"there's no one i love more than you matt, there's no one i'd rather be with. every day that i am with you i thank a god i'm not even sure i believe in."
and how could he question that kind of conviction
i don't know how that turned into a tiny drabble but i just get carried away, with him. usually and specifically off the rocker on my sleep meds i just be like ah finally some good fucking food and i shit some stuff out and call it a night
when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!
key
— angst ☹
— fluff ☺
— favorites ♡
last updated (12/1/2022)
these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!
appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa
↪ big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same
of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 | ( ☹ ☺ ♡) by @anika-ann
↪ you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet
listening in ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker
↪ legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship
isolation ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya
↪ matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty
man in a red suit (☺) by @twistnet
↪ matt stumbles into the wrong apartment
when the lights are off ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines
↪ you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu
clean up ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11
↪ conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty
moving in ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it
↪ he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!
i love you (☺) by @prince-septimus
↪ basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (guys i think he really likes me 😩🤞 )
i can hear the bells (☺) by @pastafossa
↪ yes i named this one after a hairspray song, you’re humming makes matt a simp
you’re welcome bestie!! i have kind of a few things to say neow chile
(if you saw me reblog this in another post YOU’RE WRONG that’s so embarrassing i made a mistake!! sorry!!)
FIRST OF ALL I HAD TO STARE.. AT MATTHEW FUCKING MURDOCK RIPPING HIS SHIRT OFF FOR TWO STRAIGHT MINUTES. but willingly! i couldn’t look away IM SORRY (im actually not) the way i had to force myself to scroll and click the keep reading button.. embarrassing
im always a sucker for a freaking dumptruck of fluff and relationship slice of lifes, i just know this is accurate to what matt would be like in a relationship
keeping you with him at all times, and returned the favor tenfold.
um.. hello?? i know he’d be that kinda guy like UGH marry me??
im obsessed with how you wrote the few beginnings of this story, like just absolutely bombarding us with matt being a sweetheart and wanting to cherish every bit of his partner. i love the fact that he literally gets anything for us. i would probably look at something for 5 seconds and suddenly it’s in the apartment. the line about how he’d have every snack we’ve ever eaten stocked up was AGEUGFB i know it was just a sentence but you don’t know how sweet that is!! the sentiment,, it reminds me of my mother and grandparents so much!!
im reeeaally sorry, i never intend to come off as rude,, BUT I LAUGHED WHEN MC SAID THEY SLIPPED IN THE SHOWER IM SORRY,, IT WAS SO FUNNY 😭 LIKE I WOULD BE MORE EMBARASSED THAN CONCERNED FOR MY OWN WELL BEING… but the fact that matthew!! ran!! and!! was!! so!! worried!! how is this man built like that 🤨
“Enjoying yourself,” the deep rumble wasn’t a question and his mouth twitched with the effort it took not to smile at your fervent nod
BYEBYEBYEADSJ I WANT TO MAKE HAIRSTYLES FOR HIM WITH SHAMPOO and the devil horns!!!! that was what solidified this fic for me,, chef’s kiss fr
i cant even put into words how much this means to me you got a bitch out here CRYING
UR MEANT TO LAUGH I JUST THINK ABT U BEING LIKE JUST A NORMALL ASS PERSON ANS ACTUALLY CLUMSY AND HES LIKE UH WHY DID U WALK INTO THAT POLE AND UR LIKE UHHHHH I WAS LOOKING AT U WHILE WE WALKED DOWN THE STREET AND DIDNT SEE THE LIGHT POLE hes just a dramatic mother hen like u trip and hes like ok so im taking u home so u can ice ur sprained ankle and ur like bitch i have 9 hrs of work i cant call off for a SPRAINED ANKLE
he is just such a soft man and i cant imagine him not just being someone who a. feels inadequate at times so wants to give in hopes u dont see what he sees and b. just someone who wants to give in general i think it would definitely come across in things like buying snacks for his apartment that he knows u like or always wearing that one suit he knows makes ur heart skip a beat when he knows youre gonna see him that day
his love languages r touch and acts of service no i will not be accepting constructive criticism at this time on that lfmdksk
i think one of the main cornerstones of matt murdock is just how he longs for connection, support, justification like he just WANTS so deeply and i love him and want to GIVE to him because of it
and he would be such a little asshole about admitting that he likes all of your goofy shit he has a reputation to maintain of being an angry angsty bastard but u just make him SO SOFT it’s overwhelming
i clearly have a million thoughts and most of them are just teeth rotting domesticity bc he deserves it but PLEASE BE IN MY INBOX AND ASKS ABT THIS MAN I’ll write just abt anything for him and for u!!!!!!!!
HELP I- WHAT IM SPEECHLESS?? you absolute DEMON WHY DO YOU HAVE ME THINKING ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT??
THE THING ABT ME RUNNING INTO A POLE- LAWD KNOWS I WOULD ACTUALLY DO THAT STARING AT HIM,, IF YOU EVER HAVE SPACE THINK ABOUT HIS REACTION TO THIS,, 1, concerned obviously BUT THE IMPORTANT QUESTION IS WOULD HE BE A LITTLE SHIT, PULL OUT THAT DAMN SMIRK AND TEASE US?? OR WOULD HE BE FLUSTERED BUT COVER IT UP TO “SAVE” US [healing us is valid in both scenarios. worrywart is my new nickname for him (affectionate)]
i have NO conception of creating accurate characterizations with the mounts of fanfictions ive read that has lead me into stitching up different personalities into one that is matthew murdock
“always wearing that one suit he knows makes ur heart skip a beat when he knows youre gonna see him that day “ I HAVE THOUGHTSS WTF ill save them for ur asks box bc im so nice (JOKE i just simply want to see you put in even more brainrot on this)
AND YES WTF TOUCH AND ACT OF SERVICE. i WILL bully anyone who disagrees.
“ and he would be such a little asshole about admitting that he likes all of your goofy shit he has a reputation to maintain of being an angry angsty bastard but u just make him SO SOFT it’s overwhelming “ ITS ALWAYS THIS TROPE OF CHARACTER THAT HAS MY HEART CLEAVED AND STUFFED WITH THOUGHTS OF THEM EVERY NIGHT. i just KNOW he tries so hard to act “cool and mysterious’ but HOW CAN HE WHEN U EXIST???
when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!
key
— angst ☹
— fluff ☺
— favorites ♡
last updated (12/1/2022)
these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!
appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa
↪ big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same
of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 | ( ☹ ☺ ♡) by @anika-ann
↪ you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet
listening in ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker
↪ legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship
isolation ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya
↪ matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty
man in a red suit (☺) by @twistnet
↪ matt stumbles into the wrong apartment
when the lights are off ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines
↪ you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu
clean up ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11
↪ conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty
moving in ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it
↪ he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!
i love you (☺) by @prince-septimus
↪ basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (guys i think he really likes me 😩🤞 )
i can hear the bells (☺) by @pastafossa
↪ yes i named this one after a hairspray song, you’re humming makes matt a simp
you’re welcome bestie!! i have kind of a few things to say neow chile
(if you saw me reblog this in another post YOU’RE WRONG that’s so embarrassing i made a mistake!! sorry!!)
FIRST OF ALL I HAD TO STARE.. AT MATTHEW FUCKING MURDOCK RIPPING HIS SHIRT OFF FOR TWO STRAIGHT MINUTES. but willingly! i couldn’t look away IM SORRY (im actually not) the way i had to force myself to scroll and click the keep reading button.. embarrassing
im always a sucker for a freaking dumptruck of fluff and relationship slice of lifes, i just know this is accurate to what matt would be like in a relationship
keeping you with him at all times, and returned the favor tenfold.
um.. hello?? i know he’d be that kinda guy like UGH marry me??
im obsessed with how you wrote the few beginnings of this story, like just absolutely bombarding us with matt being a sweetheart and wanting to cherish every bit of his partner. i love the fact that he literally gets anything for us. i would probably look at something for 5 seconds and suddenly it’s in the apartment. the line about how he’d have every snack we’ve ever eaten stocked up was AGEUGFB i know it was just a sentence but you don’t know how sweet that is!! the sentiment,, it reminds me of my mother and grandparents so much!!
im reeeaally sorry, i never intend to come off as rude,, BUT I LAUGHED WHEN MC SAID THEY SLIPPED IN THE SHOWER IM SORRY,, IT WAS SO FUNNY 😭 LIKE I WOULD BE MORE EMBARASSED THAN CONCERNED FOR MY OWN WELL BEING... but the fact that matthew!! ran!! and!! was!! so!! worried!! how is this man built like that 🤨
“Enjoying yourself,” the deep rumble wasn’t a question and his mouth twitched with the effort it took not to smile at your fervent nod
BYEBYEBYEADSJ I WANT TO MAKE HAIRSTYLES FOR HIM WITH SHAMPOO and the devil horns!!!! that was what solidified this fic for me,, chef’s kiss fr
when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!
key
— angst ☹
— fluff ☺
— favorites ♡
last updated (11/1/2022)
these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!
appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa
↪ big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same
of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 | ( ☹ ☺ ♡) by @anika-ann
↪ you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet
listening in ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker
↪ legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship
isolation ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya
↪ matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty
man in a red suit (☺) by @twistnet
↪ matt stumbles into the wrong apartment
when the lights are off ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines
↪ you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu
clean up ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11
↪ conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty
moving in ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it
↪ he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!
i love you (☺) by @prince-septimus
↪ basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (ugh we get it matty you’re utterly in love with me 🙄)
i can hear the bells (☺) by @pastafossa
↪ yes i named this one after a hairspray song, you’re humming makes matt a simp
aw you’re so welcome!! your fic was really well-planned and well written, i was so invested from the first part! it was so cute that the mc had helped out matt and foggy in the new office, hope they (along with karen of course) live a good life in their new law firm haha
when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!
key
— angst ☹
— fluff ☺
— favorites ♡
last updated (11/1/2022)
these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!
appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa
↪ big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same
of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 | ( ☹ ☺ ♡) by @anika-ann
↪ you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet
listening in ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker
↪ legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship
isolation ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya
↪ matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty
man in a red suit (☺) by @twistnet
↪ matt stumbles into the wrong apartment
when the lights are off ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines
↪ you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu
clean up ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11
↪ conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty
moving in ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it
↪ he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!
i love you (☺) by @prince-septimus
↪ basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (ugh we get it matty you’re utterly in love with me 🙄)
i can hear the bells (☺) by @pastafossa
↪ yes i named this one after a hairspray song, you’re humming makes matt a simp
wait ah thank you!!! you’re too kind 🥺💘 you literally did god’s work out here making a matt compilation!! (i loved the little descriptions you gave too lol)
bestie.. you’re gonna make me cry. i really appreciate you saying that because i just know there are matt lovers out there trying to find good fics of him! thank you for sharing too <3 and thank you for appreciating my effort into making this post (hopefully) fun and enjoyable 😭
i really did genuinely love reading ‘secret messages’, it was so domestic and cute! i felt happy and giddy and everything mushy when i saw matt’s reactions to the notes, i can just imagine he would be (creepily,, but sweetly!) smiling at the wall while feeling the braille. foggy asking if matt was reading porn LMFAO I HAD TO LAUGH it was so accurate. i love that every dialogue and characterization was so cohesive, and when foggy got that note about friends who become family 🥺
i just got a brain zap wtf.. imagine you’re gone or something (i mean died bc im an angst slut) and then matt’s just in a bad place,, and then he finds one note that you had quite sneakily hid somewhere he never checked AND IT MADE HIM REMEMBER U ANDGUJGBFJEBK YOURE DONE YOURE DONE
by the way, i wanted to say your blog design/ theme is so cool!! the purple and black are a great combination. the formatting for posts are cool too :D
noo omg i appreciate it so much!! i might go down this list myself bc your descriptions make me wanna read everything!!
aah thank you :) i’m so glad lol this is such a huge compliment 🥺i’m so glad the characterization was okay too, i really wanted some more foggy/matt action lol!! omg i’m smiling so hard sksksk you’ve got no ida
omg no bc you started something in my brain now!!! oh gosh, just imagine he goes to fogwell or something bc he always goes there when he’s had a bad day & then he finds a little note with something like “i know you go here when everything feels like it went to shit. let’s order take-out & cuddle on the couch yeah?” but then obvs you’re not there and he just collapses AH. iM DONE IM DONE NOPE
aah wait thank you :))) i’m a notorious theme changer but this one just is too pretty lol. thank you so much <33
WAIT i meant to leave this conversation be and end it like that BUT WHEN I READ ‘COLLAPSES’ I JUST-
IM SORRY i know you meant it as in like he’s extremely distraught BUT MY MIND
and yeah! i always love a good bromance dialogue/ banter
ALSO WTF I READ AND WRITE A LOT OF ANGST FICS AND YOUVE TRIGGERED THAT PART OF MY BRAIN?? like after he gets the note he would probably break down or smth and then there’s two roads we can go if the death is pretty recent, (talking about fogwell’s) 1, he starts to associate the gym with the last piece of you (hypothetically if that WAS actually the last note you’ve written) and he starts avoiding that place and whenever he passes by he gets sad OR he could embrace it (probably as time goes) and he has this little broken-accepting smile whenever he sees the big logo on that wall.
I ALSO CAME UP WITH LIKE a generic kind of prequel i guess to this death-scenario, where you died either because you got like hostage-d/ t*rtured/ k*lled because of your association with him, OR you could be like very sick/ get into an accident and die. BUT if you pick the former, there will probably be this different gut wrenching guilt knowing he could’ve done something, knowing he could’ve saved you from it all. if we go with the hostage, it could be the protagonist-comes-too-late trope and then you’re laying in his arms with blood spilling from your body and he’s cradling your head trying to put on a brave face so the last thing you see wouldn’t be his absolutely devastated expression. and then you weakly bring your hands to his cheeks and ask him to smile one last time because you both know this is where it ends but neither want to say it aloud-
“smile for me.. please? it’s not your fault matty,, i love you” DIES
OR he could come home from a late night entering your apartment, calling out your name and not hearing a response sensing absolutely nothing, and then he would panic and run around only to find your corpse laying on the ground,, he’s trying so desperately to feel your heartbeat that he so loved, the rhythm that was always a constant present in mornings, evenings, nights and every time you two would be sitting in the bathroom cleaning his wounds and he’s so utterly tired that he lays his head on your chest to listen to your soul’s music-
