look, okay, this became past matt/foggy, too, because i’m trash, but who will stop me. none of you, that’s for sure.
the ship is gina linetti/foggy nelson, god bless us every one
(for reference: this meme)
“I think we’re really asking people to stretch their imaginations, here,” Gina says, slumping backwards in Foggy’s desk chair and eyeing him critically where he’s leaning up against the wall. Foggy sighs, gesturing for her to continue. “I mean, I clearly only date tens, and Fogbert here’s a nine point five at best.”
“Huh,” Foggy says, brightly. “Alright, nine point five. I steeled my self-esteem for nothing.”
“What would it take to push him up to a ten for you?” Matt asks, amused.
Gina makes a thoughtful noise then makes a spiral motion with her finger.
“Give us a spin,” she says.
Foggy stares back at her balefully.
“Oh, come on,” Matt says, clearly enjoying himself. “Give her a spin.”
With a dramatic huff, Foggy pushes himself off of the wall and spins once, holding his arms out like he’s given up on life.
“…have you ever considered facial hair?” Gina asks.
Matt groans.
“Don’t encourage him,” he says.
“He hated the goatee,” Foggy says, proudly. “Loathed it.”
“Why would you hate it?” Gina asks. “A) it sounds effin’ glorious and B) you never even saw it.”
Matt and Foggy both fall silent, eyes wide. Gina starts to smile, tilting her head towards Matt.
“If this is going to work out,” she says, “I’m going to need you to provide me with every single detail about what I imagine was a very awkward, mildly sexy college experimental phase. Tell me about the beard burn, Murdock. Leave nothing out.”
“We’re getting off task here,” Matt says, seriously. “Why don’t you two just test it out, see how well you pass.”
“Why don’t you two just do it, if you already have a dark erotic past together?” Gina asks. “I don’t have anything to work with here, how am I supposed to pretend to love someone if I’ve never had my tongue in their mouth? The mouth is the window to the soul.”
“We’re not doing it because Matt’s a terrible actor,” Foggy says, “and…I mean, there’s an easy solution to that second problem.”
He waggles his eyebrows.
“…Franklin Roosevelt Nelson,” Gina says, sounding delighted. “I never.”
“Let me leave the room first,” Matt says, making a face.
“No, Matthew,” she says, gravely. “Stay. Your sturdy Catholic presence will keep us from taking this too far, and I don’t want your quote unquote partner here to fall in love with me.”
“I think I’ll be okay,” Foggy says, taking a step towards her.
“Yeah, that’s what they all say,” Gina says, then jumps him.
oh my god, they were roommates 