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coprime_recs) wrote2024-02-07 11:43 pm
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Daredevil: Self-Fulfilling Prophecies by 94BottlesOfSnapple
Self-Fulfilling Prophecies (Foggy/Matt | PG13 | 9,576 words): There's a prophecy that Foggy's going to get taken by a dragon, so he stays in the city and instead meets one Matt Murdock. This is a wonderfully fun urban fantasy with sweetness and cuteness, and I love how Foggy's prophecy comes true.
Excerpt:
Drunk Matt was a delight. Foggy wanted him around forever. He bounced on his toes, he giggled, he didn't get that twisted and frustrated look on his face when his stammer cropped up. And best of all, he and his freakishly warm furnace body cozied right up to Foggy's side. A delight.
Foggy wanted to kiss him.
He didn't, because even Drunk Foggy knew that was a horrible idea. But... He wanted to.
Instead, he just watched. Savored the unguarded way expressions flickered over Matt's face. Giddy, then determined, then... Well, then Matt tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. But not in the thoughtful 'poke my tongue out the corner of my mouth as I work' way — no, he'd gone full on 'stretch out my tongue as far as it goes'.
"What are you doing, buddy?" Foggy laughed. "It's not quite the season for catching snowflakes on your tongue yet."
Matt looked startled for a second, then adorably puzzled. He tucked his tongue back into his mouth, brows still scrunched together.
"I didn't want to catch a snowflake," he told Foggy. "I was trying to get a better sm—"
Matt cut off, then, shaking his head the way Foggy sometimes felt the urge to do, as though it would fling off the haze of drunkenness like rainwater.
"Get a better what?"
"No, it." Matt shrugged, posture awkward and embarrassed. "It's nothing."
Excerpt:
Drunk Matt was a delight. Foggy wanted him around forever. He bounced on his toes, he giggled, he didn't get that twisted and frustrated look on his face when his stammer cropped up. And best of all, he and his freakishly warm furnace body cozied right up to Foggy's side. A delight.
Foggy wanted to kiss him.
He didn't, because even Drunk Foggy knew that was a horrible idea. But... He wanted to.
Instead, he just watched. Savored the unguarded way expressions flickered over Matt's face. Giddy, then determined, then... Well, then Matt tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. But not in the thoughtful 'poke my tongue out the corner of my mouth as I work' way — no, he'd gone full on 'stretch out my tongue as far as it goes'.
"What are you doing, buddy?" Foggy laughed. "It's not quite the season for catching snowflakes on your tongue yet."
Matt looked startled for a second, then adorably puzzled. He tucked his tongue back into his mouth, brows still scrunched together.
"I didn't want to catch a snowflake," he told Foggy. "I was trying to get a better sm—"
Matt cut off, then, shaking his head the way Foggy sometimes felt the urge to do, as though it would fling off the haze of drunkenness like rainwater.
"Get a better what?"
"No, it." Matt shrugged, posture awkward and embarrassed. "It's nothing."