MELISSA'S 225 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME ranked by my followers 200. matt saracen and julie taylor - friday night lights “I'll always love you no matter what happens.”

omg omg julie being like “i think it’s time we have sex” (it’s not, you’re f i f t e e n) and matt just like, bobble head nodding at her and then getting them a cabin and then seeing she’s nervous and being like ...we don’t have to do this (we love a consent king) and then also immediately (nicely) being like “haha okay pls don’t touch me tho, I need a minute”

i would die for matthew saracen, 7, qb1

@smudgedbypen, @forbescaroline

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If you love Matt&Julie (Friday Night Lights) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

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They're just boy best friends, your honor.

Independence Day

Matt Murdock x GNReader

Word count: 1,400ish

Summary: Your fearless vigilante is in pain more often than not, but his struggle on Independence Day strikes you harder than you ever thought it would.

Warnings: absolutely none. This is pure fluff and comfort

Masterlist

You've seen Matt come home with various sorts of injuries.

Lacerations. Bruises. Fractured ribs. Torn muscles. Dislocated shoulders.

You've run warm wash cloths over his skin and done your best to wipe off his blood, you've taped broken toes together, and you've placed butterflies bandages over his eyebrows. You've patched him up where you can, and you've called Claire when it was out of your league.

You've seen him in pain. You've seen him tense and wheeze and flinch, all the while you cry internally at every new mark you see on his skin.

But somehow, the first 4th of July you spend with him is one of the most difficult nights you've ever had at his side.

He warns you, weeks out, that Independence Day is rough for him. You can only imagine that it is, knowing how loud fireworks can be, and how the sound must magnify as it bounces off of the skyscrapers and apartment buildings around you. To make matters worse, one of New York's major displays sits over the Hudson River, only 12 blocks north and 3 blocks west of the apartment he lives in.

He encourages you to go out with your friends like you've done every year before meeting him, insisting that he'll be fine, that he wants you to have a good time out. You don't have anything to worry about, he tells you.

Affectionately, you call bullshit.

There's no way you're leaving him alone during a night you know is bound to be painful for him. Matt is an A-class martyr, and whenever you hear him insist that he's absolutely fine, he usually isn't.

The choice is a no-brainer as you decide to spend the night in with him, and you know you've made the right decision the second the 4th of July celebration begins.

Matt is already tensing up before you hear the first BANG, having no doubt heard the sound of the rockets shooting up into the air before exploding in colors he can't see. You watch him reach for the noise canceling headphones he has sitting on his coffee table, and his ears are covered before you even can comprehend that the show has started. You're on the other side of the room when it happens, but you slam your dish in the sink and rush over to him the second you realize what's going on.

He's still standing, hands covering the headphones, as if trying to push them against the sides of head to keep all noise out. His face is scrunched up in pain, and your heart twists sharply in your chest.

Gently, you grab him by the elbow, slowly enough as not to startle him, and lead him over to his couch. You put a light amount of pressure on his chest to urge him to lay down, and he does so without a fight. A second later, he pulls you down with him, seemingly reluctant to part with you.

The noise canceling headphones do a decent job of cutting out some of the sound, he's told you. But as a result of trying to drown out the noise from the fireworks, he is forced to limit what he can hear directly around him, too. He informs you he'll be able to hear you if you're next to him, but you pick up on the fact that he's still nervous you'll walk too far away, and he won't be able to track your movement.

His arms are wrapped around you as the show continues outside his apartment building, and you feel him shudder with each BANG you hear rattle through Hell's Kitchen. The sounds bounce all over the buildings around you, and you know he feels each individual echo acutely and without mercy.

You're tearing up before you even know it.

"Please don't cry," you hear him mumble. Arms tighten around you, even as you reach down to gently press his head into the side of your neck. The headphones make things awkward, but you maneuver around it.

"I'm not crying," you tell him. Your loud sniff gives you away.

"Even if I couldn't hear you, I'd be able to smell the salt in the air." Matt rearranges his arms slightly so that he can run his fingers through your hair, something he knows will always calm you. You snort at the reassuring display of affection, though it's mostly aimed mockingly at yourself.

"I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around."

"You are comforting me," he reassures you. "This is the best it's been for me in years."

The thought of him having suffered through this alone for decades makes your chin wobble. Matt is making soothing sounds in his chest, and you find yourself pulling him as close to you as possible. His body is still tense, and you can feel him twitch with each boom.

"You've seen me hurt before, sweetheart. This is nothing." The comment is not as helpful as he may think.

"Yeah, but...you get hurt as a result of going out at 2am and picking fights." He makes a noise of objection at your oversimplification of what he actually does every night. You ignore him. "This is...this is what you go through just by being alive."

You feel him take a deep breath, another shudder running through him. "I'm okay, I'll be okay, I swear. Don't be sad."

"I'm allowed to be sad when I see my boyfriend in pain," you argue quietly in response. You press a kiss to his forehead and he sighs into you.

Matt throws his leg over your hip as he shifts to lay half on top of you. You both know that he likes being able to curl up this close to you, and you love the feel of him draped over you, acting as your own personal weighted blanket. It's the perfect position for him to both seek comfort and offer it in return.

"Let me take you away next year," you say abruptly as the idea comes to you. "Let me take you somewhere quiet. Somewhere upstate."

"It's really not necessary, sweetheart."

"I disagree." You press another kiss to his forehead when he tenses up again at the noise outside. "You said the sound is bad enough that this is one of the few nights of the year that you find yourself largely unable to go out. Let's just go away for a night where you can have some peace."

Matt doesn't say anything at first, so you open your mouth to plead your case further. He cuts you off before you can.

"Just one night," he says quietly, and you feel a flood of relief rush through you, though it's quickly dampened. Things must be awful for him if he agrees so quickly, you realize. Your heart breaks further.

"Just one night," you promise him. "Jessica or Danny can step in if anything happens while we're gone."

"And we'll have enough cell reception so they can get ahold of us if needed."

You roll your eyes fondly. "I promise I won't take you so far into the wilderness that people can't call us if they need something."

"And we'll--"

"Just shut up and say you'll come somewhere with me next year, Matthew." He lets out a huff of laughter against your neck.

"You do realize that you're telling me you plan to stick around until next year, right?" He's joking, but you hear the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

"As if you could get rid of me," you grumble, but you smile as you do so. Matt must hear the grin in your voice because he snuggles in closer, and despite the summer heat lingering in his apartment, you find yourself readily accepting every inch of his body that he presses into yours.

"I'll hold you to that, sweetheart," he says softly as he lifts his head so that his lips are only a few inches away from yours. You crane your neck ever so slightly to capture his mouth with yours, and he sighs into you, tension beginning to leave his body for the first time since waking up next to you this morning.

"Please do," your voice is only a whisper when he places his head back into your neck. "I'm not going anywhere."

Matt arches against the hand you run lightly down his back, and he pulls your hand to his mouth so he can place a quick kiss to your palm. Despite your plans to eventually move with him to his bed, you find yourself tangled up on the couch with him for the rest of the night.

A few days later, you receive an email from Matt's work account that includes a list of no less than eleven quiet bed and breakfasts in upstate New York. 

You smile widely, and within an hour, you've booked one for next summer.

Happy Birthday, Chelsea!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Fandom: Daredevil Rating: T (just birthday fluff)

For @chelseasdagger 🧡

My sweet Chelsea, I'm dedicating my very first Matt x Reader ficlet to you. Thank you for your kindness, gentleness and huge heart. Getting to know you has been simply incredible. I know that you sometimes have a hard time with your emotions, but they're the ones that make you as special as you are. Your empathy and sweet nature are beautiful to watch, and I'm forever touched by your thoughtfulness.

You shine brighter than any fireworks on the 4th of July!

🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART 🥳

“Hey, you're okay?”

You jumped a bit at the sound of your best friend's voice coming from just next to you.

“What? Yeah, sure, of course,” you grinned at her, although by the slightly dubious look she gave you, you didn't manage to fool her entirely. “Just… Y'know… long day.”

Your friend nodded with an understanding sigh. Being born on July 4th was always sure to make your birthday celebrations more… complicated to organize. Not like you minded, really. As long as you had your closest friends and, or family around, you didn't care when exactly you celebrated. The party your friend had thrown for you was amazing, too, but something was missing. Well… Someone was missing.

Taking the glass your friend was handing you, you smiled gratefully and stared over the railing of the rooftop terrace the party was taking place on. She'd gone all out to make the night special for you by selecting this place, the decorations, and food. The view was incredible as you would be able to easily see the fireworks when they'd be starting in a few minutes, but right now, you just took in the twinkling lights of the city below you as you drank.

“There we go,” another of your friends suddenly called out as he pointed to the sky where the first firework exploded into beautiful sparks of color.

The rest of the small party assembled at the railing to watch the show, and you soon found yourself smiling and laughing with everyone as they pointed out this or that detail.

Several minutes in, something caught your attention in your peripherals. Your head turned to the source, but there was nothing there. Frowning, you shook your head and returned your attention to the fireworks.

Once it was over, you all slowly began returning to the bar and food tables, chatting and laughing. You looked back to the railing briefly, but then joined your friends for some well-deserved birthday cake, making a show of blowing out the candles.

A good two hours later, most people had started to head home, giving you a last hug and birthday wishes, leaving only your best friend by the end.

“I'll just hit the restroom before I get the keys, so we can close up and go home,” she announced, while you were packing your presents into different bags.

“'kay.” You nodded and walked to the railing, remembering that you'd left a present on one of the tables there.

You jumped about a foot in the air and yelped in surprise when a dark figure suddenly landed right next to you from the small overhang of the rooftop.

“Sorry,” a low voice said sheepishly, making you utter a loud breath of relief when you recognized the form and voice.

“Oh my Gosh, Matt!”

Your heart began racing for entirely different reasons as soon as you saw Matt's soft smile while he uncovered the top of his face that had been hidden behind a dark scarf. Your face moved into a happy smile at the sight of his brown eyes and apologetic expression.

“Wish I could've been here sooner, but-”

“It's fine, Matt. You know it is. What you do is more important than a stupid birthday party.”

Matt's mouth twisted unhappily before he sighed exasperatedly. He cupped your face and put his forehead to yours, making your bodies align properly and letting you get a whiff of him. Your whole body went lax at his touch and scent, your eyes falling closed as your arms loosely circled his waist.

“You're important to me,” he whispered fiercely, making your smile wobbly with emotions and unable to speak.

It didn't matter, since Matt tilted your head until his lips pressed over yours for a long kiss.

“Happy birthday, Love.”

july favs

here’s my favorite fics i read in July!!    ** indicates smut, but if the work says 18+ regardless of sexual content pls respect the author  these are all (character) x fem!reader or (character) x gn!reader (so much eddie and steve sorry not sorry)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

**You Make It Easy** - @upsidedownwithsteve

Lemon Over Ice - @ꜛ

Lazy On You - @ꜛ

**Dumb for me** - @my-my-only-angel

**in so deep** - @inklore

**chateau (feel alright)** - @indouloureux

**untitled blurb** - @ꜛ

**Fuller House** - @lurkymurker

6 Times Steve Was Pining - @fandomtravels

Bruises and Bat-Like Creatures - @multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer

parents! blurb - @luveline

rainy day - @hannuhbee 

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

the space he left behind. - @mypoisonedvine (this one made me sob so hard so be careful)

Class Ring - @eddie-van-munson

Somewhere - @ꜛ

everybody’s talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice) - @iliaclwrites

Leave A Mark - @julesclues 

**The Stains** - @eufezco

**Interruptions** - @scarlet-star-witch

**Desperate** - @stranger-nightmare

Matt Murdock (MCU)

**the necklace thot** - @galaxysgal (this is one of my favorite fics I will recommend it every single time)

**take me to church** - @pedrito-friskito

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Her - @avecra

Stranger Things

My Hanahaki Disease Masterlist :) <3

To Touch the Star(s)

Fills: Crossover of two fandoms with the same actor - @julybreakbingo Flash Card

Recently, I finally watched Stardust for the first time and (unsurprisingly) crushed on Tristan the whole time.

And anyone who knows my works knows, that I'm obsessed with Matt Murdock.

So, who better to use for this Prompt.

Sadly life and Uni have come between me and this fic, but I still wanted to use it for JBB. And since we talked about Mood boards the other day, I used the opportunity to try it. (I love it, there will me more in the very near future)

So, take this as a little teaser for a story I will be working on as soon as I have a little more time.

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23

’Soothing Touch’ – October 28th prompt, @flufftober. Prompts also fulfilled; ‘Cheshire Cat Grin’ and ‘Wipe That Smile Off Your Face’ – @multifandom-flash (Beehive), ‘Handcuffs, Ropes and Restraints’ – @marvelrarepairbingo Round 3, ‘Kissing Each Other’s Scars’ – @seasonaldelightsbingo Winter Wonderland Bingo, “Alright, let’s hear it. I know you’ve had time to think of some good excuses.” – Post-@julybreakbingo. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’.

Check it out on AO3 here, or with the boards under the KR!

I jerked awake as if disturbed, casting my eyes around the dark room in confusion. The sun had long set, the bedside clock declaring it to be a little after 1am. I inhaled tentatively; my nose was still sore, but clear, the ache in my face having subsided somewhat – no doubt the result of Matt’s insistent administration of cold and flu remedies over the course of the last few days. But now he was gone, the bed cold, and something was amiss. There was no reason to suspect anything was wrong – nothing looked awry – but I had a quiet sense of unease in my chest as I shimmied from the sheets. The bathroom door was ajar, light snaking through the crack, and I cursed my lack of foresight at not snagging my hearing aids as I’d risen, pausing just outside and, for an unknowable and futile reason, straining my deaf ears for any sound coming from the other side of the wood. All I could see was the faint trail of steam creeping between the door, curling around the frame and drifting off into the darkness. Nudging my way inside, I sighed in relief at the sight of Matt’s bare back through the frosted glass, straight and pale and seemingly unmarred, as far as I could see. I stepped closer, silently shedding my clothes, surprised when he didn’t turn around as I leant around the glass, eyebrow raising in surprise. One hand was pressed to the tile in front of him, fingers clenched without purchase, and the angle he stood allowed me only to see the muscles in his other shoulder working. Blinking in surprise – and suddenly realising why his heightened senses hadn’t alerted him to my approach – I stepped in behind him, reaching out to run my fingertips gently down his back. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” I murmured, moving closer, one hand trailing over his hip to grip his wrist. He shivered in surprise, head turning to meet my eyes with a sheepish grin. “You were asleep – and unwell – I didn’t want to disturb you…” With a soft, playful growl, I spun him around to press his back to the tile, eliciting a gasp of shock at the cold wall against his flushed skin. “You thought you could deprive me? That’s very entitled of you…” He raised an eyebrow in surprise, a faint smirk flickering at his lips. “I’m terribly sorry, Sir… I must have forgotten myself.” Groaning under my breath at his immediate understanding, I pressed my hand to his skin, pinning him lightly. My lips trailed over a number of scars on his chest, light and reverent, his mouth parting in a silent gasp of pleasure as my hands found his hips. “What made you think you could touch yourself without my permission?” I purred, nipping gently at his throat, and he shivered beneath me. “I-I, um-” My eyes met his briefly, seeking his consent and encouragement, heat stirring in my abdomen when he smiled reassuringly, and I cocked a brow arrogantly at his Cheshire Cat grin. “Wipe that smile off your face, boy…” My hand wrapped around his straining length, making his lashes flicker with need, any amusement in his face replaced with enraptured pleasure. “Alright, let’s hear it. I know you’ve had time to think of some good excuses…” Fingers tightening infinitesimally, I smirked when he hissed, head falling back against the tile. “I-I didn’t want to disrupt your sleep – I couldn’t help myself…” I hummed under my breath, leaning in to nip gently at his exposed throat. “That doesn’t sound like a particularly good excuse to me…” He whined and bucked into my hand, hips stuttering with desperate need. “You were so tired, and unwell. I wanted to make sure you got enough rest. But I woke up with- uh, this… And I had to do something about it…” Smirking, I stroked him a little more firmly, free hand pinning his chest. “Always so needy, Devil. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson.” He nodded eagerly, eyes snapping open to gaze at me. “Please. God, please, Clint…” Smirking, I cupped his cheek, leaning closer to brush my lips over his lightly. “How about we move this back to the bed, Murdock?”

My palm found his chest once more as he pulled me desperately toward the bed, whimpering and whining, his cock visibly aching and beading as I pushed him onto his back on the sheets. “Clint, fuck, please-” I shushed him soothingly, rifling through my kit bag and smirking at him over my shoulder. Distantly, I revelled in the change in my self-esteem since we’d met – never before had I moved around my apartment naked with such comfort. While he couldn’t see me, the way he related to my body – to me, as a trans man – had changed my perspective of myself for the better. When I approached him again, his head was cocked curiously – no doubt knowing, in unfathomable ways, that I now held something in my hands. Curious, I dragged the rope through my palm, smirking when he stilled, sightless eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. “Hands, Devil.” He obliged immediately, offering me his wrists without complaint and letting out a soft groan when I straddled his hips, settling my wetness against his length lightly as I carefully bound him. He shifted and pressed himself closer, muttering nonsensical pleas under his breath, the minute movements of his lips too delicate to track much beyond please and need. Moving a little further up his chest, my knees tucked under his arms as I secured the free tail of the rope to the headboard, I felt his head duck longingly at my heat sitting tantalisingly close to his mouth. I smirked as I rested on my heels, watching him strain needily for me, muscles tight against his restraints. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?” My hand found the space between my legs, and I sighed softly, earning a squirm and a whine in response. “Yes- God, yes. Please. Please…” My hand shifted instead to his hair, hips inching forward, and he groaned against me as his lips found my clit, tongue trailing the length of me eagerly, his enthusiastic sounds producing delectable vibrations against my core. “Fuck- A Devil’s tongue, indeed-” My words died in my throat as his tongue found its way inside me, fading into a soft groan of pleasure. “May- Maybe I’ll just stay here, let you make me come and then leave you wanting…” He whimpered against me again, straining to press himself closer, hips shifting behind me in a desperate hunt for friction. With a sigh, I tipped my head back momentarily, relishing the feeling of his eager mouth on me a heartbeat longer before moving away, hesitating at the sight of his glassy eyes and parted lips, a look of pure euphoria on his face. So handsome. He was inside me before he’d recovered from my movement; I was too lost in his divine beauty to wait any longer. With a stuttered gasp, his eyes closed once more, restrained hands curling into fists and grasping desperately at his ropes. My chest met his as I rolled my hips, kissing him softly and purring at my taste on his lips. “Clint- fuck, you feel s-so good, I don’t know if I can-” I smiled at the stammered words, tongue moving clumsily over his teeth, and kissed him harder, one hand moving between my legs to encourage my own climax, the other wrapping in his hair and tucking his head back to expose the delicate curve of his throat to my exploring lips. “It’s okay, baby,” I murmured against his jaw, hips shifting harder, letting out a groan at the feeling of him buried deeply inside me. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You don’t have to hold on.” As if on cue, he gasped aloud, back arching as he filled me with his warmth, the sensation of him encouraging me to move ever faster, my fingers fumbling clumsily against myself as I sought my own precipice. No sooner had his jerking begun to subside than I buried my face in his throat as I cried out, the convulsions of my own body making him whimper and twitch in his oversensitivity.

I lay panting beside him, gently rubbing a cooling cream into the faint lines around his wrists, my soothing touch easing the mild discomfort from his skin as we recovered. “That was…” he trailed off with a dazed, happy grin, and I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp chest. “It was,” I agreed, shivering happily, and tugged the sheets a little higher over his chest. “So… Think you’ll be able to go back to sleep now? I mean, I think I’ve sufficiently worn you out…” I glanced back up from his hands to watch his response, smiling softly when I found him slack-jawed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes closed. Leaning up, I pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, earning a weak, sleepy smile, and nestled myself more comfortably under his arm. Perfect.

send asks!!! i can analyze songs or write blurbs for literally anyone (at least if i know them lol) (dont send me smut or i will block you 😇😇)

it’s driving me crazy that i feel like i can’t find ANY gifs of one of my top 10 fave fnl scenes, when matt comes to dinner after he & julie get back together and he challenges coach to let him play wide receiver after he gets benched as qb1. like, am i the only person who adores this, bc truly this scene has everything:

-coach & tami passive aggressively sniping over dinner

-julie, at her least annoying, championing matt

-julie shutting matt down w/one word - in v tami fashion - and coach’s eyes snapping over, clocking it all

-coach & matt playing football together (😭😭😭) and julie & tami cheering matt on

-MATT SASSING COACH IT DOESNT HAPPEN OFTEN BUT ITS MY V FAVORITE ALWAYS

-coach taking the blame for the last pass & telling matt he’ll think about giving him a shot (and then quietly asking tami for aspirin for his arm)

-matt & julie v cutely flirting on their way back in

-(bonus: the thought that this is what family dinners for the four of them ((+gracie i guess, whatever)) will be like for years to come 😭😭)

okay here goes another post nobody cares about lol I'm rewatching friday night lights and I forgot how incredible this show was!! but because I'm rewatching I'm going to like and reblog a little bit of it because I don't have a lot of it on my blog tbh lol it's one of my all time favorite shows ever and even though I'm forever bitter over tyla not being endgame i still love it so much!! don't be surprised by the amount of tyla and matt/julie because their my otps lol

If you love Matt&Julie (Friday Night Lights) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

this is an old fandom joke atp but. if you haven't watched the music video for madonna's "jump" please do so immediately.