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coprime_recs) wrote2024-02-12 01:03 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2024-02-12 01:03 pm
Daredevil: If You Had Wings (I'm Sure They'd be Beautiful) by thelonebamf
If You Had Wings (I'm Sure They'd be Beautiful) (Foggy/Matt | G | 4,801 words): Foggy shares a secret, giving Matt he courage to do the same. This is a very sweet and comforting fic (with a sprinkling of angst) of how things might have gone if Matt had told Foggy what he could do during their college years.
Excerpt:
"I didn't really daydream about waking up to find out I was special," Matt begins. The words feel clumsy on his tongue, but he hopes the honesty they carry will help them hit their mark "If anything, I suppose there were nights when I hoped I'd fall asleep and wake up more normal. Just like everybody else.:
Foggy pushes himself up from the floor, supporting his weight on his palms behind him.
"Shit, Matt. I'm sorry- I wasn't really thinking. Too many of those lime things, and-"
Matt shakes his head. He doesn't really want to get up just yet, but it feels strange to be lying down now that Foggy's no longer next to him.
"No, it's okay," he answers, taking a deep breath as he pulls himself to sit, knees bent in front of him, the tips of his socks burying their way beneath Foggy's leg without comment. "I'm just trying to explain… or… build up the courage to, maybe."
There's a faint hitch in Foggy's breath, coupled with a much more noticeable uptick in his heartbeat.
Excerpt:
"I didn't really daydream about waking up to find out I was special," Matt begins. The words feel clumsy on his tongue, but he hopes the honesty they carry will help them hit their mark "If anything, I suppose there were nights when I hoped I'd fall asleep and wake up more normal. Just like everybody else.:
Foggy pushes himself up from the floor, supporting his weight on his palms behind him.
"Shit, Matt. I'm sorry- I wasn't really thinking. Too many of those lime things, and-"
Matt shakes his head. He doesn't really want to get up just yet, but it feels strange to be lying down now that Foggy's no longer next to him.
"No, it's okay," he answers, taking a deep breath as he pulls himself to sit, knees bent in front of him, the tips of his socks burying their way beneath Foggy's leg without comment. "I'm just trying to explain… or… build up the courage to, maybe."
There's a faint hitch in Foggy's breath, coupled with a much more noticeable uptick in his heartbeat.