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Chapter Four: Talk Talk Talk

Silver Spoons And Butterknives

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x President's Daughter!Reader

Chapter Summary: Foggy confronts Matt about meeting you. Meanwhile, you’re not having a not-so-great night yourself.

Chapter Specific Warnings: Slight angst, alcohol consumption, friendly teasing

WC: 2.6k

A/N: This is a shorter chapter, but fusing this one and the next wouldn't have made sense, so have this one first and then the next one tomorrow once I'm done editing it. Writing a happy and alive Foggy is both therapeutic and incredibly painful.

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The clock read eight o’clock when the students in the apartment above him started arguing again about who was the worst slob and how they would be forced to find a new roommate if they kept this up. Matt closed his textbook with a sigh. It was of no use, anyway. 

He didn’t bother picking up his cane when he got up. He used his hands to navigate the outline of the familiar apartment, toward the small kitchenette that housed the cheapest coffee he and Foggy could afford. He stirred some of it into one of the cups he had rinsed earlier that day, along with a splash of nearly expired oat milk that was too expensive to discard. 

Keys rattled in the lock not long after he had sat down at the table. Matt reached for his black-rimmed glasses on the countertop, sliding them on his nose just as Foggy flipped the switch on the wall next to the front door, and the old ceiling light flickered to life.

He paused then. “Okay,” Foggy said, “when were you gonna tell me?”

Matt frowned at him. “Tell you what?” he asked. 

He opened his arms as if the answers were obvious, his lips parting to say your name. He suspected he was lifting an accusatory brow along with it, or perhaps he was amused. 

“How did you even–”

“You walk the halls with the president’s daughter, people are gonna talk.”

“We had one class together,” Matt said with a shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Foggy said. “Dude!”

“What?”

“That’s the definition of a big deal.”

Matt attempted to take another sip of his coffee, but before he could bring it to his lips, Foggy snatched the mug from him and took a sip.

“So,” he dragged that singular syllable on for a whole four seconds, “what’s she like?”

Matt scoffed. “I don’t know. I guess she’s… interesting,” he said. 

Special, that was a better word for it. You were special, but he couldn’t give himself away like that. He couldn’t tell Foggy that you didn’t leave him unaffected because that would have given him ammunition to tease him further, though he already knew that he was a horrible liar.

“Interesting?” Foggy asked. He sounded amused this time. “Is that why you walked her to class?”

“We were headed in the same direction, anyway.”

“You are way too chill about this, man.”

Again, Matt replied with a shrug.

“You probably wouldn’t even recognize your future wife if she hit you in the head with a baseball bat,” Foggy said. 

Matt snorted. “You know, I am blind,” he said. “Besides, it’s not like we were flirting.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause somehow, you always manage to wrap every woman in a five-mile radius around your little finger, and then I’m the one who has to suffer.”

“I’m not trying to wrap anyone around my finger.”

Foggy smacked the mug right back down on the table. “That’s even worse!” he said. “She’s never gonna be interested in me now that you’ve put your pheromones all over her.”

“My–” Matt couldn’t help himself anymore; he broke into a fit of giggles. “I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing unless you’re aroused or something.”

“Potato, Pot-ah-to.”

Perhaps it had been selfish of him to tell you about Foggy, to joke about his interest in you, but you brought it out in him. Even now, you were haunting him. He hadn’t meant for it to happen—no person was supposed to have this kind of hold over another—but the selfishness had creeped in like smoke through the cracks, and he’d been so relieved when he told you that no, he wasn’t trying to set you up, and your heart fluttered. 

Not that Foggy seemed to care much; he was more curious about you than anything because you were a different kind of stranger, but Matt knew his actions had been far from noble, so he felt horrible.

There was a lot about that day that he still struggled to understand. He’d never been obsessed with the scent of another person before, or the way they sounded when they smiled. No name had ever tasted this good on his tongue, no touch ever been so gentle, and his body had never burned this hot. It brought to life a part of him that he did not recognize. 

All of a sudden, Foggy gasped. “Oh, my God!” he said. “You like her!”

Matt perked up. “What?” he asked. 

“You have that look.”

“What look? I don’t have a look.”

“No, you do. You like her.”

“I’ve only just met her,” he argued. “How could I–”

“I didn’t say you loved her, I said you liked her. Big difference.”

“Fog–” Damn his blood and its determination to pool in his head whenever he didn’t want it to.

“Ha!” Foggy snapped his fingers toward his face. “You’re blushing.”

Matt shook his head, but it was futile. He had a front-row seat to even the most minuscule reaction he was trying his hardest to hide. 

“Hey, I’m not judging,” his friend said, a grin threatening to split his face in two. “Just… if something happens between you two, I wanna know about it so I can live vicariously through you.” He paused for a moment, frowning, before he added, “That is something I never thought I’d say.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen,” Matt said. 

“You say that now, but I’m feeling a little something.”

“That’s not–”

He got up. “Embrace it, my friend!” he said. “You’re growing up.”

“Foggy.”

But the door to his room slammed shut again.

The television was playing faintly in the background of your Upper East Side apartment, your second tub of ice cream of the night melting on the coffee table next to your third or fourth glass of wine—you’d lost count. The hours had started blurring in on each other the moment you finally arrived home, kicking off your heels and allowing yourself to cry. Big, ugly crocodile tears that, if you’d put them in a jar, probably could have made you a fortune.

“Okay, let’s talk about this look right here,” the talk show host said. “This is President Grey’s daughter, by the way, the night of the inaugural ball. And people have some opinions about this dress…”

Her guest, some fashion critic you saw more often than your parents, but you knew almost nothing about, except that he was the one with the loudest opinions, and he had no idea what he was talking about. “Yes,” he said, too enthusiastically for your liking, and you swallowed another spoonful. “I mean, after the election, every time we’ve seen her, she’s been very put together. Very modest. Not too flashy but still elegant.”

You raised your eyebrows. Those words used in the same sentence as your name felt like an elaborate joke you weren’t in on. 

“So what happened?” the host asked.

“Well, I believe it’s a Versace…”

You took another sip of wine and sneered at the TV, “You can’t even tell the difference between Versace and Vivienne Westwood, you stupid piece of tabloid trash!”

“It’s a beautiful dress, don’t get me wrong,” he said, “but it’s very… not appropriate for an inaugural ball, you know? Especially when your father’s the president and you have to look a certain way because you’re representing the entire First Family.”

The host laughed. The crowd laughed. All the Americans watching from home were laughing, too, probably, and you? You tossed an empty candy bar wrapper against the screen as if that was going to solve anything.

“It was a custom dress,” you snapped. 

“It was a lot of cleavage,” the critic argued as if he could hear you, “and the overall style of this dress was just incredibly disappointing. Like she wasn’t even trying.”

“Of course, it’s the tits. It’s always the tits. Fucking primetime puritans.”

You’d been ignoring the insistent buzzing of your phone for over an hour. Not just because you were busy—the downward spiral was hard to get out of once you were in it—but because the moment you had first read his name flash across the screen, your heart had dropped to your stomach. 

He was the last person you wanted to talk to after the day you’d had. He called every other day over a secure line, asking how your day went, which, in not-so-many words, was his way of making sure that you weren’t getting into trouble or sharing family secrets with people who could hurt him. You had lost all of your energy to tell a convincing lie, so avoiding him was your best bet—until there was a knock on your apartment door. 

You didn’t have to ask who was waiting on the other side. You turned off the TV, put down the wine, and opened the door just enough to stare back into a familiar pair of hazel eyes. “What?” you asked rather harshly. 

The man lifted his phone, lips curving into an apologetic smile. “I have a call for you, ma’am,” he said. 

“I’m busy.” You attempted to close the door again, but his foot found its way into the gap. 

“It’s the president.”

“I know. Tell him I’m busy.”

“He said it’ll only take a minute.”

“No,” you said. “I’m not interested.”

His foot remained between the door and its frame. “I have my orders,” he said. 

You considered your options. You could either answer or have this poor man bug you all night until either of you finally chose to give up. It wasn’t the agent’s fault that you were cut from the same rotten cloth, fueled by spite and whatever else pissed into your cereal that morning. 

So, you caved. “Fine, but only because I like you,” you said.

Agent Davis handed you his phone as if it were a nuclear bomb and sighed, “Thank you.”

You closed your door on him without another word before finally picking up. “You know,” you answered, “when someone ignores your calls, it usually means they don’t want to talk to you.”

Your father scoffed in response. “Well, excuse me for wanting to talk to my daughter,” he said. “Reaching you is like rolling a boulder up a hill.”

“And that justifies it?”

He deflected instead. “Were you watching Fox again?”

You glanced at the now black screen of your television. “How did you know?” you asked. 

A pen scratched over paper on the other end. “A little birdie told me they were critiquing your fashion choices again. I figured you’d be watching it,” he said. 

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

“Well, free speech is protected under the First Amendment, so no, I can’t.”

“Right.”

“Besides, it’s Fox. You can’t let them get to you.”

Everything was always so easy for him because to him, he was always right. You almost hung up on him again.

“That’s not why you called, though, is it?” you said. 

“No,” he said, “I just wanted to know how your first week’s going.”

You caught your reflection in the vanity by the door, dark circles around sunken eyes that did neither look nor feel like you. You could feel your skin stretching over flesh and bone, but the voice inside your head was a stranger; she looked nothing short of an empty shell of the woman you once thought you could be. Whoever this woman was, staring back at you as if she were already dead, you were terrified of her. 

You tilted your head. Your reflection did the same. The emptiness in your eyes deepened in the light reflecting off them. Still, you forced your lips to curl into a smile. He had to hear it, even if it meant swallowing the lump in your throat and blinking away the fire in your eyes. 

“Yeah,” you said, voice higher, happier—no, pretending to be. “It’s been great.”

You couldn’t let him watch you drown, not when he was the one who threw you into the deep, dark sea in the first place. And then there was him, Matthew, curious in more ways than one. And for a little while, he’d muted all your thoughts. He was the only good thing to come out of this godforsaken week, and yet you couldn’t help but feel as though he was too good to be true.

On the other end of the line, your father chuckled. “I knew you’d come around.” A pause. “I’m glad,” he said then, almost relieved. “Trust me, this will be good for you.”

You wiped a stray tear, the smile on your lips turning increasingly acidic.

“Are you making friends?” he asked. 

“Uh, not yet. I’m just focusing on my grades for now,” you said. “But everyone’s really nice.”

Lying came as easily as breathing to you—labored, dying breathing, but breathing nonetheless. With every word rolling off your tongue, the bitterness further fermented behind your teeth.

You weren’t sure what you loathed more: the fact he didn’t care enough to hear the despair in your voice, or that he wanted you to feel this way. Either way, it hurt, and you hated that you still let it get to you.

Even when his words meant nothing, they meant everything. He was your father, after all. You were bound to him. As much as you wanted to cut that invisible string between you clean through, there was no knife strong enough to do so. It wasn’t nurture, the things he had done to you and was still doing to you; it was pure, unbridled manipulation. 

Somewhere along the way, your brain chemistry had become toxic, and who else was to blame if not the man who’d fed that poison to you for years?

Your reflection started to fade into the void before your very eyes. “I should get back to it. I have a lot of work to do,” you said. 

“Yeah, me too,” he said. “I have a free world that needs leading.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Promise you’ll pick up next time I try calling you?”

“Sure,” you lied. You both knew it was a lie. 

“Thank you,” he said, anyway. 

You didn’t thank him back.  You didn’t even wish him goodnight the same way he did you. You simply hung up on him without another word.

Agent Davis was still waiting outside when you handed him his phone back. “Here,” you said. “I’m sorry he dragged you into this.”

He nodded, ever the soldier. “Just doing my job, ma’am,” he said. 

“What is your job, exactly? Babysitting a grown woman? Family therapist? What?”

“I serve the president and my country.”

You chuckled bitterly. “God bless America!”

He paused, tilting his head, then asked, “Was that sarcasm?”

You smiled, tired but genuine. “Good night, Agent Davis,” you said.

“Good night, ma’am. If you need anything–”

“Please, stop calling me ma’am.”

“Of course. Sorry, ma’am.”

“Joseph.”

“I apologize,” he said. “What would you like me to call you?”

You told him your name, which he was more than familiar with (among several code names, of course), but he hardly ever used it. To him, the most obvious choice seemed so far away.

Agent Davis cleared his throat. He repeated your name back to you in the gentle, patient tone he always used with you. "He wished you a good night again. “Good night,” he said.

“Good night,” you answered. 

Silence engulfed you then, the door clicking shut behind you. You locked it once, then twice. After the week you’d had, having your own fortress to retreat into didn’t seem all too bad. If anything, it allowed you to finally breathe. 

The next day would come soon enough, and you imagined that it would suck just as badly as this one, but for now, you could curl into a ball under your silken blanket and pretend the world didn’t exist by falling into a restless sleep and hopefully dreaming of a world more beautiful than whatever this hell was.

Tag List: @sunshine-daydreams0809 @op1astriontop @murdockchronicles

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headcannon | manon x transmasc!reader

author's note: so so sorry for the delay, been busy working on under your spell and kinda forgot about the transmasc series, but already working on lara’s next so stay tuned! <3

warnings: pre transition!reader at the beginning, transmasc!reader, obvi. it kinda goes for both non-binary readers and transmen, too. hrt therapy & top surgery mentioned. nsfw at the end, MDNI.

🏷️: katseye, manon x reader, manon bannerman x reader, katseye x reader, katseye smut, manon smut, transmasc reader.

just like dani, girlie KNEW.

she had a slight gut feeling about it ever since she met you.

but when you came out to her.

ugh.

she would literally look at you like you hung the stars the moment you came out to her. no hesitation, no questions that made your stomach twist; just this slow, blooming smile that made you feel safe.

“that makes so much sense, baby… thank you for telling me.”

when you told her your name, she said it out loud like she was tasting it: soft and reverent.

“god, it suits you so much. i want to say it every day.”

immediately updated your name in her phone and added three hearts and the little 💥 emoji for flair.

also changed your contact photo to a random blurry selfie of you looking masc and confused.

“you look like a hot raccoon caught in the act. it’s perfect.”

you told her you were nervous about telling the rest of katseye and she went into camp counselor mode

“okay so we’re gonna plan this. i’m talking full powerpoint, snacks, safe space rules. or we just facetime them and see what happens. your choice.”

you ended up telling them over group facetime tho.

“my baby has something to say and i will literally mute everyone if i have to”

they were all so confused at first like “what do you mean boyfriend?? who???”

and manon just held up a little paper sign she made that said “🏳️‍⚧️ IT’S A BOY 💙” with glitter glue.

one of them (probably sophia) started crying. megan asked if they could still call you “bestie king.” while lara asked what your new skincare routine was because you looked “so glowy and masc now???”

manon sat there with her hand on your back the whole time, just rubbing slow circles and kissing your shoulder.

“you’re doing amazing. i’m so, so proud of you.”

her voice always lit up when she gendered you right.

“he said he’d pick me up later,” she’d casually tell dani, then grin like she’d won the lottery.

your pronouns rolled off her tongue like they’d always belonged to you.

her love language became learning how to love you right.

she would listen, ask gently.

and always, always wait for you to lead the way.

she would sit on the floor with you and help fold laundry, separating the clothes that didn’t feel like “you” anymore

“we’ll make space for the new you,” she would say. “you’re allowed to change. i’ll love every version.”

pookie would call you schätz* because you were indeed her treasure.

when you started binding, she helped you do it safely, but also nearly broke your ribs trying to “adjust it better” the first time.

“okay inhale. exhale. now STAND STILL I’M STRAPPING THE GENDER ON.”

and honeyyy.

and you started HRT, she filmed your first shot on her phone with little sparkly edits and the caption “my bf is growing facial hair and i’m so emotional wtf 🥹

also made memes out of your voice cracks and sent them to you.

“child this u?? 😭😭😭”

also made a playlist for your hormone journey called “balls incoming 🏆”

she made you listen to it every shot day. and yes, it had both eye of the tiger by survivor and macho man by village people.

during your top surgery consult, she brought a binder (pun intended) full of notes and a gel pen.

“i made a list of questions. also a backup list of questions. also a list of surgeons ranked by tiktok reviews.”

and after surgery? she was a full-time nurse graduated from 20 seasons of grey’s anatomy.

“you’re not allowed to lift anything heavier than 100 grams. so sit the fuck down. i’ll get your snack.”

cries while spoon-feeding you pudding and calling you the love of her life.

she would still brag to everyone tho.

“my boyfriend is not a waiter but he always serves, bitch.”

and anytime you felt unsure, quiet, dysphoric, or distant, she’d gently crawl next to you, holding you like you were her most precious possession in the world.

“you don’t have to be brave right now, härzli**… just be here with me. i’ve got you.”

*schätz: treasure.

**härzli: litte heart.

hehe.

manon is def a power bottom or a sub bottom, no in between.

and girlie is a sucker for dirty talking. or just talking in general.

she’s whimpery, praise-drunk, kinda dramatic with it.

“fuck, baby, how are you this good?”

“i need you inside me so bad it’s criminal…”

she’s obsessed with your voice when you’re turned on, especially after HRT.

it got raspier, deeper, growlier; she literally moans the second you say her name like that.

when you started using a packer or strap, she did a whole slideshow presentation titled “dick options for my hot boyfriend,” complete with cursed memes, diagrams, and one slide that just said “👀 give me the dick pls.”

pookie is devoted to foreplay.

she’ll spend hours kissing your scars, whispering how proud she is of you, sliding her hands under your binder like she’s touching something sacred.

“you’re everything i ever wanted. don’t even try to argue.”

if you are using a packer, she loves being on top, facing you, whining into your mouth as she sinks down onto it.

“oh my god. oh my god. you’re inside me, holy shit… you’re so fucking deep, baby…”

* if you’re not using a packer? oh she’s feral for it. she loves riding you while grinding against your thigh or stomach, whining in your ear,

“feels so good, baby, just like that—fuck, keep going—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

she loves being held down & manhandled by you, but also loves pretending she’s not into it.

has a high pain tolerance and a praise addiction. she wants you to spank the shit out of her until her thighs shake

when you say shit like “good girl. so fucking good. look at you… made for this.” she’ll whimper. eyes wet. hips grinding. no thoughts left.

when you call her “pretty girl” or “good girl,” she melts. like blushes instantly, hides her face in your neck, full-body trembles.

but the second you say, “my good girl takes it so well,” she’s gone. babbling, brain off, wet mess.

she makes jokes in the middle of sex sometimes, but you’ve learned it’s actually when she’s overwhelmed.

“is this how bella felt when edward broke the headboard?”

she calls you “sir” when she’s close. unprompted. breathless. like it slips out of her when her mind starts to go fuzzy.

“please, sir… please let me cum- i need it, i’ll be so good…”

to her aftercare is just as important and sexy as the sex itself.

she needs it soft and slow. bath drawn, body washed, forehead kisses. she’ll be quiet and floaty, arms wrapped around you while you whisper how proud you are.

also takes selfies the next morning with your hickeys on her neck and posts on her insta’s close friends.

“my bf rearranged my guts last night and now i crave soup 😩💘”

[soursherbat]

LAMB X BISHOP MASTERPOST YEAAAA!!!

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this genuinely took me so long but i needed to explore my ship dynamics with ramzi and his bishops! more details under the cut if you want to know more- warning this post is LONG!!!:

[edit: i was obviously rlly sleep deprived while writing this so im editing it for better readability, including using more consistent pronouns for everyone bc reading it back this post. was very hard to parse 💀]

in order, just adding notes and addendums :3c im super sleep deprived so im trying my best but i need to yap about them

ramzi's pronouns are it/he/they!

narinder;

initially a very slow burn relationship, this sheet shows them at their peak. it takes a very long time for the lamb to forgive narinder, and vice versa, but once they're over their differences they're committed.

notes;

he/they for narinder :3c he's bisexual with a preference for masc presenting people! (using he/him for this post)

prefers to be the big spoon but will allow ramzi to take that spot if it really insists on it

reaallly loves to wear the lamb's fleeces and cloaks (the only clothing of theirs that will fit him) but is too proud to directly ask for them

narinder really does not like most people- the only ones he usually socializes with are ramzi and his siblings, possibly a follower he can tolerate for a few minutes. if ramzi is talking to others while narinder is shadowing him he tends to just flick his tail and sulk quietly until his lamb gives him attention again

narinder isn't great with words, he prefers to show ramzi his love with physical affection (in private) and acts of service, while ramzi is more than willing to shower narinder with loving words and acts of devotion

ramzi refuses to confess its feelings to narinder first, full stop. narinder waits and waits, but eventually gives in and tells ramzi how he feels first- ramzi is still feeling bitter and betrayed by narinder, not appreciating them snatching it from its peaceful death to be a tool in his games. they're both incredibly conflicted, it takes a long while for them to work their differences out. its not something that can be solved with a single conversation, but eventually they come to terms with everything that's happened and make amends

ramzi wouldn't actually squash the bug- it'd prefer to just grab it and take it out of whatever space its invaded, narinder will just smack it and be done with it

im just applying the driving one if i ever make a modern au lmfao

narinder cannot cook to save his damn life after being locked up for so long- ramzi had to learn quickly being raised by ratau, i'll be real i dont think that rat knows how to cook

that prickly cat would prefer not to show his love for the lamb in public, but he might sneak a kiss while no one is looking... ramzi however doesn't care, though it does like to fluster narinder a little by flirting while others are around

these two would kill for each other, narinder is practically begging the lamb to let him do so actually- nari is described as the lamb's shadow (affectionately) by most because of how often he's seen just following it around the cult. god help you if you confess your love to the lamb while he's around- though ramzi does get pretty jealous if it sees anyone making eyes at his special kitty...

nari is 4,000 years old virgin to me lmao. ramzi has had a few relationships before narinder, it actually marries shamura before nari- they're not beating the toxic yaoi allegations any time soon they were still battling their resentment around that time

i'll touch on the spicier dynamics in a dedicated post sometime >:3c that'll apply to the rest too-

i wouldn't describe narinder as being awkward, but moreso stoic and lost really. he's also just incredibly pissed off with ramzi, feeling robbed of his rightful status as a god and feeling jealous of everything its built for itself in such a small amount of time- later on he's more flustered than nervous or awkward because that damned lamb wont stop flirting with him

gods help you if narinder even sees you making eyes at the lamb. he's incredibly possessive over his former vessel, its perceived rejection of him made something in him snap and they want to possess it, even if he knows that's not exactly plausible... he's normal, i swear (<-lying) ramzi returns some of that energy, it really does not like followers flirting with its favorite cat- i'll be the first to admit that they've got some toxic codependency going on

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leshy;

leshy uses any pronouns! he really just don't care that much, same with his sexuality (using he/him for simplicity for this post)

these two fight over who gets to be the big spoon, since they're nearly even in height (leshy tries to argue his branches make him taller) it makes it easier for them to trade big/little spoon positions- but theyre so competitive they end up wrestling over it

leshy can't even see the clothes he's wearing, but he likes the idea of ramzi matching with him, even if he won't directly admit that

ramzi is rarely called by name when leshy is around, it's always 'lambzi', 'lamby', 'cottonball', or any other seemingly sarcastic pet name he can come up with for it- meanwhile ramzi often calls him 'wiggler' or 'wormy'

compared to leshy, ramzi is a little less outgoing. leshy loves to be the center of attention, he loves to pull pranks and cause mischief whenever he can.

ramzi's quick to let leshy know he is loved through any means, though surprisingly leshy is a bit more inconspicuous about showing his affections for his lamb through old traditions it clearly has no clue about but leshy gets a bit of joy watching its confusion (shamura tells it later-)

these two have a pretty easygoing relationship, at first leshy is upset about his lost godhood but he quickly begins to like staying with the lamb when he learns how accommodating and, frankly, extremely chaotic it is- they get along very well and have a teasing, poking and earnestly soft relationship rather early on. leshy admits his feelings first, mainly getting fed up that ramzi hasnt confessed that it obviously likes him by that point

neither of them mind bugs, leshy actually likes them quite a bit. they'd prefer to catch and release rather than smash them

the poor worm is blind of course he cant cook!! he might be able to if he really focused on building muscle memory and focusing his senses but he's honestly just too lazy to bother, heket's cooking is better anyway

leshy doesn't care if anyone is looking, he loves his lamb! he gets a little embarrassed when they know its siblings are around, but she does get a kick out of knowing he's making narinder jealous

ramzi would lay down his life for his precious chaotic grub, it knows leshy is more than capable but it can't help but worry sometimes- leshy knows ramzi can handle itself so he's pretty relaxed about everything, unless ramzi comes home particularly hurt

i like to think leshy was a bachelor in his time... why not?? he's the bishop of chaos, im sure he's started a love triangle intentionally to watch them fight over him- ramzi however is a little less experienced in romance

leshy has not an ounce of awkwardness in his body, ramzi's a little awkward when he says something particularly unhinged but otherwise they match each other's freak a little too well

leshy would never admit to ramzi that the smell of anyone else stuck to his wool makes leshy a little jealous... another reason he likes to lend his clothes to ramzi, really-

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heket;

she/they/he for heket, she's bisexual with a preference toward women (using she/her for simplicity on this post)

heket is the big spoon, no questions asked. she loves to cradle that lamb in her arms and it is NOT one to complain about that

heket doesnt lend out her clothes very often, but she likes to see how baggy they are on ramzi- she quite likes seeing it wake up wearing her shirts...

ramzi is incredibly formal with heket, usually referring to her by name or some honorific to show its respect (something she appreciates greatly)- meanwhile heket is always referring to the lamb by anything but its name, really

heket's level of social battery depends on the day, some days she would prefer not to speak to anyone, others she's more outgoing

heket shows her affection by making sure ramzi isn't overworking itself, making sure it's eating and sleeping- she knows it can care for itself, but she just wants to protect her lamb.

there's absolutely no way heket would swallow her pride and confess her brewing feelings for ramzi, she waits very patiently for it to finally get its nerve up and admit that it wants to pursue a relationship with her- after (mostly) healing her throat, she doesn't feel so lonely in the cult once her voice returns and she begins to feel conflicted about ramzi... she wants to hate him, but it's doing everything they can to help her siblings and she can't help but respect and admire it for that, she would admit that she would never consider it if she was still a god-

heket thinks bugs are cute, she'll either catch and release them or keep them in a little container for a bit (she's never beating the weird little sister allegations to me)

ramzi's cooking definitely is not as good as heket's, if it cooks a meal the whole cult is asking when it's heket's turn next LMAO-

PDA ruins heket's cool and stoic exterior in her eyes, though she can't just say that to the lamb- she'll gladly give it a hug or a kiss when nobody's looking, though

honestly, ramzi is just protective over all of the bishops. it feels terribly for killing them repeatedly and making them suffer in purgatory, and it never wants to see them suffer again- heket knows the lamb is strong, she's seen it with her own eyes. that doesn't stop her from worrying for it a little when it leaves on a crusade, however...

heket has some relationship experience, though its been a WHILE- forneus and ramzi are her most recent romantic endeavors and she's incredibly awkward about both of them

heket is insanely awkward, she tries to maintain a cool exterior but it's so hard when that damned lamb is so cute and that sweet cat mom is so kind and shaped- whats a woman to do in her situation??

she can get a little bit jealous if her buttons are pushed on the wrong day, but other than that ramzi and heket have a pretty open relationship

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kallamar;

any pronouns for kallamar! though he/she are most preferred, she's very lax about his gender and loves to experiment (using he/she interchangeably, lamb is referred to by it/its for simplicity)

despite being nearly a full foot and a half taller than ramzi, kallamar loves to be its little spoon! he feels so safe in his lamb's embrace, she would never leave if it was possible

none of her clothes would fit the lamb, but he does have clothing made for it often! he'll be damned if he lets ramzi walk around looking anything less than presentable, even if its naked it must be TASTEFULLY naked- (though his definition of what that means is a bit nebulous. ramzi's convinced he just wants to ogle)

they love to make up pet names for each other, 'mari' and 'kallie' are ramzi's favorites to use for its precious husband. kallamar is particularly fond of calling ramzi his puppy, often flustering it-

kallamar is a YAPPER and she will not shut up about how much he loves her lamb! ramzi doesn't mind it, but she's often talking so much that it can't properly find the words to express it back- so it gives gifts often, knowing how much its wife loves to adorn himself in jewelry and silks!

ramzi is actually a little bit intimidated by kallamar's experience in love and how pretty he is, kallamar ends up making a very dramatic love confession in front of everyone, totally flustering ramzi (though it has to admit it really loves the dedication!)

he is TERRIFIED of bugs kallamar will shriek so loudly if she finds even a small beetle anywhere near her living space- ramzi often finds itself catching the little bugs while kallie screams bloody murder in the corner

kallamar absolutely can cook but he doesn't want the responsibility of cooking entire meals for the whole cult so she intentionally cooks like shit to avoid it- ramzi catches onto that pretty quickly though

these two need to get a ROOM the confessional is NOT to be used in that way!!!

kallamar's overprotective attitude mainly comes from a place of not wanting the lamb's image to be ruined, he'll tend to its makeup and wardrobe, even helping to enforce loyalty amongst its flock to keep its image pristine- and kallamar is just an easy bullying target, ramzi is Very quick to put an end to that!

kallamar is absolutely more experienced than ramzi, though he's no less dedicated to it. it makes their relationship very calm, there's very little tension between them!

ramzi is very awkward around kallamar at first, he's pretty indignant and a bit cruel to it during the first few weeks- once ramzi begins offering him gifts and praise she warms up rather quickly, however. ramzi's disarmingly cute appearance and dirty mouth tends to make kallamar a nervous mess sometimes, though...

there's not a single ounce of jealousy between these two 🧍‍♂️ they both understand that they're dedicated to one another, and can dedicate themselves to others without compromising their bond

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shamura;

they/it for mura! i feel that they enjoy experimenting with their clothing in relation to their gender, but they prefer neutral pronouns (using they/them for mura and he/him for ramzi for readability)

these two take turns on who gets to be the big spoon, though usually shamura claims that spot

shamura loves to weave clothes for ramzi! they enjoy seeing his face light up when they incorporate designs ramzi has shown them that sheep often wore, wanting to keep that memory alive for him

they're pretty formal at first, but the two of them can't help but call each other by loving nicknames once they've become comfortable with each other- ramzi often calls shamura 'softie' or 'dearest'

shamura prefers to keep to themself, though they've grown rather attached to webber. they've basically adopted the little creature, that's their son...

once clarity has returned to shamura through ramzi's healing, they have a better grasp on their words- but they still struggle to word their feelings a lot of the time. they try their best, but they find it easier to give gifts or show their affections with physical intimacy when words fail them

shamura is incredibly paranoid and wary of ramzi's presence when they're first indoctrinated, until they finally break bread and reach an understanding, shamura doesn't even consider the lamb could feel anything but hatred and resentment toward them. they assume that he wants revenge, but learns that he just wants to help them- it takes a bit longer for the fear to truly leave shamura, but when they never feel that dagger in their back, they begin to soften he clearly isnt lying to them, he's helped all of their siblings become as happy as he can- and he asks nothing in return of them? it feels too good to be true, but they can't help but trust him eventually ramzi confesses first, and is initially (softly) rejected... but theyre not entirely opposed! mainly conflicted, for a while-

they both love bugs, obviously- though sometimes ramzi gets bitten while trying to show shamura the little spiders he's captured

shamura likes to cook but they prefer liquid only foods- it's not horrible, but sometimes they want more variety

shamura is a bit shy about their relationship with the lamb, they're the least experienced with this sort of thing out of all of the bishops- war and reason have no room for love and compassion, after all. they're learning, with ramzi's help

if someone even LOOKS at ramzi the wrong way, shamura is the first to come to the lamb's defense. both a form of devotion, claiming ramzi as their charge they'd guard with their life, and a form of facing their grief- they'd ended ramzi's life once, they don't want to see it hurt anymore

these two match each other's freak so well its scary- you dont wanna see what happens in the mating tent when these two are in there!!

after shamura's initial wariness and shortness with ramzi fades, they become incredibly shy and awkward- they don't know how to navigate all these new feelings, and they don't really know who to turn to for advice

shamura is very possessive of their lamb- they were the first to be wed by him, after all- not to mention i personally think them being a spider influences this quite a bit,

WOAW THATS IT!!! holy shit thats a lot of text.... anyway if u have any questions abt any of them or want more clarification feel free to send me asks i love to yap abt them all <3

oh boy im not looking forward to putting all the tags on this

[ardienothesieno]

taking notes on the hermitcraft charity livestream for my friend @pookapufferfish and also just anyone else who had to miss it 👍

these are going to be all over the place lol

i started my note-keeping like an hour or so into the stream so i dont have a lot of stuff from the beginning...

but: grian and scar opened the stream, showed off some of the items up for auction (like real wild life snails. i want one so bad but they're MASSIVELY out of my price range...)

POST-POSTING EDIT: I FORGOT THERE WAS AN IMP AND SKIZZ PODCAST. it wasnt really a traditional podcast though, martyn was asking them questions, a group of hermits would vote on who they thought had the best answer, and whoever lost got shocked by grian.

my most notable takeaway from the shock-cast is that if impulse could have any superpowers he'd want control over time, and skizz would want the ability to heal people. mmm yes food for the superhero aus

and then ren busted out this custom hermitcraft guitar that's also up for auction and played a song by green day

and then we got treebark content.martyn and ren ran the main stream for like 20 minutes

also we hit ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS really freaking fast. and they spun the wheel of chaos and it landed on ✨hermit boxing✨

ROBO-CLEO

okay now all that follows is liveblogging

i keep recognizing people in chat. like not even from mcyt spaces ive seen like three people who i know from skurry streams

martyn using they/them for cleo pog!!

THERE'S A JELLIE MURAL IN THE MINECRAFT OFFICE AWWW

irl guess the build / drawing... drawing things on whiteboards or building things and then guessing

cub is wearing a bob ross wig.

jimmy has built skizz's giraffe...

SKIZZ GIRAFFE REDEMPTION ARC GOES HORRIBLY WRONG

pearl has gorgeous handwriting

grian has obtained a cat keyboard and jimmy is beatboxing along

GEM GIRAFFE REDEMPTION ARC GOES INCREDIBLY RIGHT

they're gonna auction off the terrible drawings. i want one.

round two of guess the drawing / build has the most unhinged prompts ever. including the cursed creature mumbo built in the last permitmaster

it has gone off the rails incredibly fast

grian is just torturing everyone with nerf guns and whoopie cushions

jimmy is left handed

martyn's doing a dollar drive and it's not letting me donate because it doesnt take debit cards. now i need to somehow convince my dad to let me use his credit card... i'll pay him back but. gah. the hassle.

pearl and some person fighting in the background (who was apparently karn, her partner!)

TWO HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDD

joe and cub are boxing!! cub is still dressed like bob ross

it's been like 20 minutes and martyn is still going strong with the name reading. and about 30,000 dollars have been raised in that time alone

dimension 20 reference!

martyn's free from yelling names for now... in half an hour we raised SEVENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS

zed and tango hosting the QUIET GAMESSSSSSS. 3 teams of two, imp and gem, ren and skizz, GRIAN AND JIMMYYYY. basically just a bunch of weird minigames where you have to be as quiet as possible. scored on how quiet you are and how well you do

first minigame is moving marbles with spoons but the spoons are attached to a cowbell

gem and impulse did good. skizz and ren did better then i expected. jimmy and grain instantly dissolved into anarchy. jimmy and grian had the most marbles, skizz and ren were surprisingly the quietest

okay the next game is so weird. knocking around ping pong balls with party popper blow kazoo things. but you hold the kazoo for your partner so it's weirdly intimate

someone in the chat described it as nightmare blunt rotation and that the most accurate description yet

someone else in chat has named skizz and ren team rizz and i hate everything

also i realize now that if theyd have done this with commonly shipped pairs the fandom would never shut up

despite the absolute chaos that was happening grian and jimmy won that round on both number of balls and quietness. grian may have slapped jimmy at one point. (he totally did)

the last one is EVEN MORE COMPLICATED. one person blindfolded navigating a minefield of bubblewrap and rubber chickens. another with jingle bells on their ankles and a big stick to smack their partner around.

gem immediately has grabbed the big stick with an evil look on her face

impulse is INCREDIBLY clumsy and gem is just whaling on him

"IT'S ALL BUBBLES!!!?!?" -- impulsesv

ren and skizz have a STRATEGY

ren is doing adorable little shuffley step-steps. "Robo-penguin Ren... Renguin" -- Zedaph

JIMMY IS MOUTHING "HELP ME" OMG.... GRIANS GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM...

but theyve got the best strategy yet actually grian's only kinda beating the shit out of jimmy... they might win this...

GRIAN AND JIMMY TAKE THE WHOLE THING HOME!!!!!!!! SKYBLINGS VICTORY!!!!!!! THE ONE NO ONE EXPECTED!!!!!!

wheel spin for 200,000 landed on "tortilla slap challenge" whichll be weird

the artworks from guess the build have gone up on the auction site and scar is very horrified over something skizz drew... a "sentient sock" that looks very... sus.

speed TCG time!!!!!!! i dont know much about TCG so im gonna try and maybe try and study a bit during this part (also also every 1000 dollars donated each player gets an extra item card)

joe is doing live TCG sound effects

neither joe or ren cant flip a coin to save their lives

pearl v cub. ren v joe. ren v cub.

TCG IS TOO CHAOTIC I CANT FOCUS ON TRIGONOMETRY LIKE THIS

also i need to learn how to play this it looks so fun

this is HEATED. and ren keeps getting armor stands and is so pissed about it

REN TAKES THE VICTORY!!! and they raised like 20,000 dollars in the process holy cow "THIS IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE GAME OF TCG EVER TO BE PLAYED" -- Joe Hills

ONE MILLION DOLLARS RAISED FOR GAMERS OUTREACH IN TOTAL

THREE HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

300k wheel spin has unlocked NERF GUNSSSSS

also it's "donate x amount of dollars get your name on a sign on hermitcraft" time

cleobot is back!

scar is having a fantastic time running the main stream

GRIAN HAS COME IN AND BARRAGED SCAR WITH BULLETS.

it's tortilla tiiiiiiiiiiime

twich has a personal vendetta against me. it gives me ads right when the exciting things are starting.

scar is apparently on the board of directors at gamer's outreach now!!

IMPULSE V JIMMY. a draw. they are both invulnerable to tortillas.

TANGO V ZED. tango loses through laughter

IMPULSE V ZED. zed didnt get a single slap on impulse. a draw.

also all the hermits really really like to play scissors. in rock paper scissors.

"she removed both of my heads from my body..." -- RentheDog

THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING (ren and false)

SKIZZ V GRIAN TORTILLA FIGHT. skizz wins lolol

...im buying a sign

gem signed pearl's ankle.

OKAY I GOT REALLY DISTRACTED FROM MY LIVEBLOGGING. THERE WAS WAR. THERE WAS A MASSIVE NERF GUN WAR. IT INTERRUPTED THE SIGN PLACING.

and yeah... i bought a sign <3

but i dont even know how to cover the half of the nerf war. but there was a lot of hotguy and cuteguy action

grian was even using two pistols instead of a bigger nerf gun... just like cuteguy in ddvau... omg...

at one point scar became a tank. and jimmy wheeled him behind enemy lines and he sniped four people and won the round

and theyre starting to wrap up now, martyn's doing another dollar drive. we're at $375,000...

everyone is signing the pc in the background of martyn's mad line-spitting

TEN HOUR MARK

we need 10,000 dollars... then we'll hit 400k and martyn can rest his vocal cords...

SPARKBIRD GOT MENTIONED

since it's been brought up like 13 times on the stream today. hey. you. you, the person reading this. you just lost the game :3

FOUR HUNDRED THOUSANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

holy cow. that wraps up day one!!!!

im gonna reblog this post in a bit with all the screenshots i took. because i took a lot of them lol.

link to my day two liveblog

[emeraldserenade]

can you write something about joaquin taking care of sick!reader making sure she rests and eats properly? Or maybe joaquin is sick and she's taking care of him? Anything is fine 🫶🫶

🐞

Healing Kiss ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Joaquín takes care of you while your sick, but ends up getting sick himself

tw: fem!reader, Joaquín Torres is a himbo and I will die on this hill, suggestive at the end?, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, 🐞!! I have a story like this already, it's called Sick Day Love, but I wrote another one for you!

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If you could only use one word to explain Joaquín Torres, it would be loving. He was the most loving man you've ever met, and that didn't go away just because you got sick.

You don't even know how you did, though you suspect it has something to do with your coworker that was sneezing and coughing without covering his mouth. You told Joaquín that you didn't need him taking care of you, that you didn't want him to get sick.

Yet, your himbo of a boyfriend didn't listen. He was tucking you in every time you went to lay down, he was calling his mom to ask her for her caldo de pollo recipe, and he was constantly trying to cuddle and kiss you.

"I brought you a bowl of caldo de pollo," Joaquín told you, you had heard him on the phone with my mom earlier.

"Thank you, Qunio," you mumbled, reaching for the bowl.

"Can I have a kiss for my hard work?" He pouted and you had a hard time saying no.

"No, Qunio. We've talked about this, you'll get sick," you told him, grabbing the bowl and immediately eating a spoonful.

"But I miss kissing you," he said as he tried to give you a kiss.

"You will survive," you sighed, turning your head so his lips land on your cheek.

✧°˖ . ݁˖︵‿❀‿︵˖ . ݁˖°✧

You had given in and let Joaquín give you one kiss, but now you were back where you started. You got better but Joaquín was sick and begging for kisses and cuddles.

"I just got better, baby," you told him, a mask firmly on your face.

"But I want to kiss you," he reached for the mask to try and pull it down.

"Joaquín, when you are all better I will give you a lot more than a kiss. I promise, but you have to let me stay healthy while you get healthy," you sighed.

"Then will you at least come cuddle me?" He held his arms towards you.

"If you promise to leave the mask alone," you raised an eyebrow and he nodded. You slowly lowered yourself into the bed and let him curl into your chest. You reached for the empty bowl Joaquín left on the bed and placed it on the nightstand.

Joaquín did as he promised and left your mask alone the whole time. He had fallen asleep moments after his face hit your chest and his hands slipped under your shirt. You kept your promise and as soon as he was better, you gave him more than a kiss.

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Masterlist | Requests If you want to be added to the tag list, follow the directions on my masterlist

[bad268]

I would love a story with Elastic Droid where reader is always cold and steals droid's hoodies and stuff to stay warm and one day during a group live stream reader walks behind them to get something and everyone including chat freaks out because they know it's droid's clothes

+ Could you write some living together fluff about elastic droid 🙏 -Anon

+ could you write something for droid with an s/o that’s really energetic all the time but just randomly crashes out and sleeps for hours 😋😋😋 -Anon

Domestic Bliss (Elastic Droid X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (Hope yall don't mind I combined these)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/you)

W.C. 1447

Summary: 4 things you and Droid do that's domestic

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~ (^Pinterest)

“Can I trust you to saute these onions without burning the place down?” You asked as you finished cutting the veggies for dinner. You were making dinner for the boys who were coming over to celebrate your engagement, but you had made cookies earlier with Droid. In true chaotic fashion, the flour had gone everywhere, and you wanted to take a shower before they got there.

“I think I can cook a few onions,” Droid scoffed, taking the spoon from your hand and lifting the cutting board to put the now-chopped onions in the pot. “It’s not like it’s rocket science.”

“Ok, I’m trusting you with this. Just please don’t burn the house down,” You replied before slowly turning and walking away. You were about halfway through your shower when Droid came into the bathroom. You peeked around the curtain to see him looking frantic. “Please tell me you didn’t burn it. That was our only onion.”

“No! It’s just not cooking!” Droid defended immediately as he stopped pacing and looked at you. “I don’t know why it’s not cooking! I turned the stove on, I turned it up when I noticed it wasn’t cooking, and I don’t know what to do now.”

“Give me the towel. I’ll check it out,” You climbed out and wrapped yourself in the towel before walking into the kitchen. Immediately, you smelt gas, and your eyes widened as you looked at Droid. Then you ran over to the stove and turned it off. “Are you insane!?”

“What did I do?” He shouted after you, following you into the kitchen. “The stove was on, but it wasn’t getting hot!”

“Droid, babe, you turned the gas on, so good job, but you didn’t light it,” You explained as calmly as you could. “Gas stoves need to be lit.”

“So I almost just gassed us?” He laughed, not realizing the severity of the situation. 

“You know what? Get out of the kitchen,” You said, snapping your fingers as you pointed for him to leave the kitchen. “Go order a couple of pizzas. You’re banned from the kitchen.” ~~~

“Droid!” You shouted from your bedroom. You knew he was in the middle of a stream, but you needed his help now. “Droid!”

“I’m here,” He sighed as he walked in, taking in the scene before his eyes widened, and he rushed to you. You just bought some clothes online, so you were trying them on. This one shirt, however, seemed to be 5 sizes smaller than you ordered, and you couldn’t get your head out.  “What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know, but I need help,” You rushed out, starting to get claustrophobic. “I’m never buying anything from this store again! Their sizing is so off!”

“If it makes you feel better,” Droid started as he grabbed the front of the shirt and pulled it down just enough to meet your eyes, “it’s a cute top.”

“A cute top that doesn’t fit,” you rolled your eyes. “I buy clothes to fit me, not the other way around here. I don’t even know if I want this shirt anymore.”

~~~

A quiet knocking pulled Droid’s focus away from his screen. He was in the middle of editing a video, and there was this one part that was really pissing him off. He could not get this clip just right, and he was focusing so hard on it that he lost track of time. 

He leaned back in his chair with a sigh as he spun the chair around to see you wrapped in one of your throw blankets from the living room. You slowly waddled towards him, stopping directly in front of him for a second before sitting on his lap. You didn’t say anything as you simply laid your head on his shoulder.

“You tired?” Droid whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and swayed the chair back and forth a little. “It can't be that late, right?”

“It’s almost midnight,” You whined as you rubbed your face against his neck. “You said you would be done by 9, so we could watch that new movie.”

“I’m sorry, I got carried away with this video,” Droid apologized as he rested his head on top of yours before turning back to his computer. “You can stay with me until I finish up. How does that sound?”

“Better. The bed is so cold without you, and this blanket isn’t really helping,” You complained as you pressed your body closer to Droid’s.

“Maybe you're getting sick or something,” He commented more to himself than you as he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “You are a little warm. Here,” He pulled back, having to pry your arms from around him as he took off his hoodie and helped you put it on, “that should help you for a while. I’ll finish this up and tell the guys I can’t stream with them tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to cancel the stream,” You tried to object, but Droid just pulled you back to rest again. “The fans will miss you.”

“They’ll understand I gotta take care of you,” Droid replied immediately, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. “If anything, they'll call me a simp.”

~~~

Droid was, once again, in the middle of streaming Five Nights at Freddy’s with Puffer when they randomly heard a glass shatter, followed by sprinting. Puffer jumped in shock, thinking it was in the game at first, but when the running sounded too real, he turned to look at the door before back at Droid, who was unaffected.

“I think Oso broke something,” Puffer said before pointing at the door. “Do you wanna switch and go check?”

“It was probably Y/n more than Oso,” Droid chuckled under his breath, opting to just stick the night out. “It happens more often than you’d think. Now, if we hear a louder thud or it just stops, there’s a problem.”

Puffer looked between Droid and the door multiple times as he continued hearing running around the house. It went on for almost 20 minutes before it suddenly stopped. 

“Uh, I think something happened,” Puffer pointed out. Droid was back on the game after Puffer died at 2 AM. “There’s nothing.”

“Give it five minutes tops,” Droid replied after briefly pausing the game and listening. Then he went back to the game. Sure enough, about three minutes later, there was quiet knocking at the door. Droid quickly paused the game and gestured for Puffer to take over. “Here, you play.”

They swapped places before Droid continued to the door to see you sheepishly looking at him. He sighed, opening his arms for you to collapse in them as he rocked you back and forth for a bit.

“I broke that one vase you got me for our anniversary,” you whispered as you buried your face in his chest further, trying to hide from his reaction. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll get you another one, but you’re not hurt right?” Droid comforted before changing his attention to look at your arms and legs for any cuts from the glass or bruises from maybe running into walls (one time!).

“I’m fine,” you chuckled tiredly trying to lean back into his body. “I slipped a bit in the kitchen and knocked my elbow, but other than that, I’m good. Tired, but I’m good.”

“Alright, come here,” he pulled you back into his arms after looking wearily at your arms. You wrapped them around his torso before he could scrutinize them too much. “You can sit with me and Puffer while we stream.”

“But I wanna sleep,” you whined, planting your feet at the door. “How much longer are you streaming?”

“At least another hour,” Droid guessed as he looked back at Puffer who just died again. “Dude, you suck at this game!”

“I don’t see you playing right now!” Puffer shouted back. 

“Fuck you, dude! I’m being a good boyfriend!” Droid shouted back before turning his attention to you. You were almost asleep against his chest so he dropped his voice to whisper, “Here, you can sit with me. If you fall asleep, I’ll try not to be too loud for you. Actually, I think you’re already asleep.”

~~~~~

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[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 1).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst.

WC: 3.2k.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

Had Noah cheated, you believe that you could've handled everything a lot better, but somehow what he did had been worse.

It wasn't cheating, even if you couldn't ignore the pit in your stomach when you thought about him and her together.

Noah's ex had joined the last leg of his tour as an opening act, and while under any other circumstances it wouldn't have bothered you, his nonchalant attitude about it did. 

This had been a man who spent time after time cursing her out to you, pushing aside any doubts or worries you had felt when it came to her, and now he didn't care if she was joining him in the most important aspect of his life.

Even worse was how he’d knocked back your own suggestion of joining him.

"It's only for a few days. I'll get to watch you play, and we can see it as a vacation." "You can see it as that. For me, it's work, babe. You know that, and you know how important it is to me." "I know I just thought." "Well, don't. Not this time. Maybe next time."

You did your best to brush off the hurt at the time, and now again as the memory resurfaces.

Noah didn't cheat, but what he did was close enough to make you feel heartbroken and forgotten about.

Messages and calls came less and less during this leg, and now you were sitting up early Saturday morning going through the posts on your Twitter feed like a fool, allowing yourself to be more hurt with each one that you came across.

@badoxmens: Did you see Noah and his ex on stage last night?

@ieatconcreeete: I hope this means they're finally getting back together !!

@artitficalsuicide: If I were his girlfriend, I would hate myself right now.

@deduckingthrone: Noah has a girlfriend? Are you sure? Him and his ex looked pretty cozy if he does.

The videos and pictures which accompanied the tweets did nothing to ease the rising bile in your throat, and every attempt to reach Noah was left unanswered.

Noah ignored every single text and call you made to him, not bothering to even make it obvious that he was ignoring you, the delivered and read notifications driving you mad until you had to stop yourself altogether.

Instead of breaking up with you, he ghosted you, your only proof of this coming a week later when another set of videos and photos showed up on your feed of him attending the album launch party of his ex.

There was no ignoring the closeness between them, the way he lingered by her in the one video, the way they were caught slipping off together and hovering a little too closely in another.

You almost went to write out a long-winded text, one full of all your feelings for everything that had transpired over the past week, but instead settled for a simple 'fuck you'. Even going as far as to block and delete his number to not allow for any temptation in reaching out to him.

You deserved better than this, that whatever had transpired for Noah to play with your feelings in this manner and you decided then that you'd do whatever it took to move on.

"What you need is a girls’ trip." The suggestion from your best friend came as no surprise, Sloan would always choose a spa day or a girls’ trip whenever she felt a need to unwind, which was practically every week according to her.

"Huh?" You snap back from your own thoughts, mindlessly stirring a spoon in your latte.

"Babe, please tell me that you are not still hung up on that guy." You hear both the pity and disdain in her tone.

To Sloan boys were nothing more than toys to be played with, to be thrown down and picked back up whenever she wanted. That was her trick to not being hurt.

"It's been two years."

"I know." You don't even need to give her a real answer for her to know, but it still doesn't stop your mind from wandering and from the pang in your chest each time you think about him.

“Girls’ trip, this weekend and I'm not taking no for an answer."

You wish that she had taken no for an answer.

A girl’s trip sounded delightful until she suggested Vegas and you were squeezing yourself onto a last-minute flight there. You wouldn't have minded had it not been for the fact that your seats were apart from one another and you had been given a middle seat, which meant you were now stuck in between two strangers.

Moving along the aisle towards your seat, you slide your weekend bag from your shoulder and toss it into the overhead bin. Looking down at your ticket, you confirm the seat number and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you tap on the shoulder of the man sitting on the end seat, covered up with a black hoodie.

"Excuse me. I'm 33B." You gesture to the empty space beside him, and the minute you catch a familiar pair of brown eyes gaze back at you, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach and bile rising up your throat.

Noah.

You're ready to make a dash towards the back of the plane, either to throw up in the bathroom or attempt to throw yourself out of the emergency exit.

"Sor—."

He cuts himself off on the sight of you, and you huff as he moves himself and allows for you to squeeze past.

When you fall into the middle seat, you find Jolly sitting on the other side of you and realize that they must be on their way to a show. 

In Vegas? 

You almost turn and ask him but decide not to. You spent the last two years ignoring his and his band's existence; you can do that for another hour on this flight.

When you dare a glance in Jolly's direction, he's already sliding his headphones on and looking out of the window, completely disengaging himself. You're almost jealous. You'd do anything to disappear from this moment's event, even exchange seats with the Swede so as not to be sat next to Noah.

As the flight pulls out to taxi, you feel Noah's leg bouncing against your own. You know it's his nerves. He's always been a nervous flyer, and it makes you wonder why he's choosing to fly instead of driving to Vegas.

You mentally smack yourself because it's not your place to wonder these things or even care about them anymore.

"Will you stop that?" You finally voice your annoyance as the plane begins its descent down the runway.

"You know I'm a nervous flyer!" He retorts, and yes, you do know, but he's not supposed to highlight that fact.

“Yeah, but it's annoying." You snipe beneath your breath.

"I can't help it!"

You sound like a couple of squabbling kids, and you hit your knee against his as if to prove a point for him to stop, but he only bounces his leg harder.

It's as if he's purposely trying to piss you off, and unfortunately for you, it's working.

"Just—" You reach over and press your hand down on his thigh, forcing his leg still. "There. Stop."

He does stop, but then you feel his larger tattooed hand atop yours, and his fingers slip beneath and around your own as if choosing to accept this as you giving him some form of comfort.

You're not, but you can hardly pull your hand away as the plane begins to take off and you feel his fingers tightening around yours, signifying his general fear and discomfort over flying.

That is until you're hit with the reminder that this guy ghosted you, and you owe him nothing.

You snatch your hand back, glaring at him as he looks down at you.

"What was that for?"

“Oh, please, you're a big boy. Hold your own damn hand if you're that scared." You don't hold back on the mockery in your tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I was always there for you, and this is how you repay me?"

“Oh, please, you were there for your own ego."

You feel Noah lean in closer to you and you edge yourself away as best as you can without causing too much disruption to Jolly tucked in the window seat.

"You could at least try to make this work."

You hear him whisper, and your mouth drops open due to the utter audacity this man has to even suggest such a thing.

"Why would I do that when you did such a great job proving you're not worth the effort?" You snipe back, keeping your voice low.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're really choosing now to play dumb? God, you really are all muscle and no brains now, aren't you?"

You couldn't ignore the fact that over the past two years he had buffed out even more than you can remember.

Noah had always been physically fit during the time you were together, with muscles coming in, but there was something more toned and larger about him now. 

It was a noticeable enough sight that could have any girl drooling over him.

But not you. 

You refused to engage with the thought.

"So what you're saying is you think I look hot?"

You don't need to look at him to see it; you can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes you shake with anger at how unfazed he appears by all of this. 

You can't resist jabbing your elbow into his side, resulting in him letting out a whine which draws the attention of passengers around you to look over.

"What was that for?" Noah grumbles, bringing a hand to his side as he rubs the spot you’d caught. 

"Because you're a dumbass." You spit out between gritted teeth.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" You haven't even noticed the seatbelt signs turn off, and when you look up, you spot a young air hostess peering in at you both. The moment her eyes catch sight of Noah, you spot that sudden flash of recognition in her own.

"Here we go," You mumble under your breath, rolling your own eyes as you direct your head forward and press back against the headrest. 

You wait to hear it, his charm that he always uses whenever there's a fan who recognizes him in a place he doesn't want to be noticed.

He's suave with it, and it always made you swoon in the beginning because you believed that he was merely trying to seek out his privacy for you both, but now you realize it was just one of his many tactics for keeping up some reputation he felt the need to uphold.

"Well, well... It looks like someone has good taste in music. You just made my day… but if you don't mind keeping it between us?"

You scoff and press your lips together when feeling the heat of a stare on you, but the air hostesses' quiet giggling is enough to prove that his little charm worked.

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes. "Real smooth." You remark once she leaves down the plane aisle to attend to another passenger.

"It worked on you, didn't it?"

"Don't flatter yourself. That was after five drinks, and I'd been eyeing up Folio all night."

"Oh—"

"Will you both quit it before I bang your heads together!" Jolly cuts Noah off, interrupting your squabbling.

"She started it." Noah argues, and your head turns back to him as you shoot him a glare. 

If looks could kill, you'd have done it multiple times by now.

The rest of the flight wasn't any easier, between playing elbow hockey with Noah over the armrest and more snide remarks, you were thankful the moment the plane came into land, unbuckling your belt and attempting to move the moment the seatbelt sign turned off.

"The plane hasn't even come to a stop." Noah points out as you attempt to stand, ushering him to move out of your way.

"I don't care, just move." You huff and glare down at him as he remains still, his tattooed hands sitting and tapping on his thighs, barely giving you a brief glance.

"Not even a please? You're so rude."

You know that you shouldn’t, but you begin to attempt climbing over him, holding onto the seat in front as you try to drag yourself past him and over his lap, muttering as you go. "And you are absolutely incorrigible."

"Wow, that's a new one. Is it your word of the day?"

You glance behind him and see him attempting to push back into his seat more, as if that's helping you in any way, and when you see his hand raise, you instinctively swat at it with the assumption he's going to touch you. 

"Ow?! There was no need for that."

Finally free from your row, you huff and pull yourself together, reaching for the overhead bin and pulling out your bag. 

“Well, this was fun. I really hope we never have to do it again." You glare at him and begin making your way down the aisle with the rest of the passengers towards the exit door.

You've never been happier to see the back of a plane in your life, moving as fast as your legs will let you through the crowd of people, almost missing the sound of Sloan's voice as she calls after you.

"Wait up, speedy!" She laughs as she finally catches up, and you come to a slow down, shaking your head free of all the thoughts which had been swirling around in there due to the unexpected reunion you just briefly had with your ex.

"Sorry. I just had to get out of there."

"That wasn't who I think it was, was it?" You spare a glance over at Sloan, and your irritated expression gives that answer away. "It was? What was he doing on a plane to Vegas?"

"I can't say I really cared to ask him, Sloan." Your tone has a bite still left over from the sniping that you and Noah had done. "Sorry, he just really gets under my skin."

"I can see that."

"The sooner we're at the hotel, the better. Then I can wash this whole thing off me, and we can finally start enjoying our girls' weekend."

"Yes! Girls’ weekend. No talk about stupid boys." Sloan slips her arm around yours, linking you together as she lets out an excited 'woohoo'. It makes you laugh, and you finally feel the tension that being sat next to Noah for the last hour had caused, slipping away.

It's a feeling which is short-lived, however.

After making your way through the airport and standard checks, you reach the taxi rank outside, and as you open the door, you turn back to call for Sloan, only to be met with the 6'3 asshole who's covered in tattoos.

“Oh, thanks, you shouldn't have." He flashes you a grin as he slides into your taxi, followed by Jolly, who offers you a brief apologetic look. Maybe you should've been giving him a harder time if he was enabling this stupid behavior.

You stand speechless as they pull the door close, tossing daggers at the cab as it drives away and a scream rumbles in your throat. 

"Where's the taxi?" Sloan asks as she chooses now to join you. You grumble something incoherent under your breath as you turn to wave down the next incoming taxi.

She's now joining Noah and Jolly on your shit list.

"It's going to be perfect! There's a spa, three pool areas. One of them is an infinity pool off the balcony upstairs." Sloan continues to drone on about the hotel and everything it includes. You only have a weekend here, but she's already planning multiple ways for you to take advantage of everything.

Currently, your mind is back on Noah and his stupid, smug ass face as he stole your taxi. You try to distract yourself from it, shaking him from your thoughts and coming back into the present, to this weekend.

Seeing him was a blip, but you refused to allow him to derail your plans or excitement.

Counting the room numbers down the hallway, you look up as you come closer to yours, room number: 308. 

Sloan has the room opposite you, disappearing inside after making plans to knock on after shower and changing. A shower sounds perfect right about now, not only to wash off the plane smell but also with being in such proximity to Noah in general.

As you fiddle with the room key, you hear a familiar voice, which causes your back to raise. Turning your head, you peer down the hallway, watching a group of familiar faces grow nearer to you. Noah is the one trailing behind, while Folio and Matt's voices are the ones you hear echoing down the hall.

You hastily attempt to open your hotel room door, being met with the red light before trying again.

You huff and close your eyes to calm yourself from growing irrationally angry.

Hearing the voices past you, you open your eyes and look back to find Noah standing at the door next to yours, room number: 310.

"Hey, neighbor." Noah flashes you a grin, and you shake your head in protest.

"No."

"No?" He repeats back at you in a question, his brows knitting together. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, we are not neighbors, and you cannot be here. Not in this room, not in this hotel. Hell, not even in this state." You're being irrational, but you never did quite have much rationality when it came to him. You always found yourself diving in headfirst to whatever thought crossed your mind.

"And who said this? You?" Noah raises a brow at you, taking a step closer as he leans a hand against the wall.

He easily towers over you, and under any other circumstance before now, that would have you weak at the knees and buckling for him, but right now it has you infuriated that he's somehow here, ruining your weekend and attempting to charm you.

"Yes."

"Still as bossy as ever, I see."

"And you're still an asshole." You snipe back, your eyes narrowing, still attempting to get your keycard in your door and slip away from this conversation.

"Ouch, that hurt." Noah raises his free hand, bringing it to his chest, feigning a tone of disbelief and hurt while you roll your eyes in response.

“Oh, please, that would insinuate you had any feelings to begin with."

"I have a lot of feelings, actually. Such as feeling sorry for you while watching you struggle with something so easy. Here, let me."

Before you have a chance to protest, he's reaching out to take your hotel room key and slips it into the swipe, drawing it out to a flashing green light.

You huff as you open the door, pushing forward, and the last thing you hear before the door slams is another final snarky remark from him; "Not even a thank you?"

Once in the safety of your room, you let out a loud scream of frustration, only to hear Noah's chuckle from the other side of the door, and you gently bang the back of your head against the door as you lean back on it.

Great, now you really can't escape him this weekend.

[azlrse]

Cuddle headcannons of malleus and idia please 👉👈

➳ cuddlebug (malleus draconia/idia shroud x gn!reader; separate)

cw: kinda short cause still on writer's block, characters might be ooc, overall fluff

a/n: my freshmen year in pharmacy school has ended like weeks ago (yayy!! and had really good grades ngll) and had lots of time to write sum fics for you guys ^^

malleus draconia 🐉

i feel like malleus himself would be the first one to initiate into cuddling you just because he's curious on how warm you were comparing to him. bro's really curious since in his culture and heritage, mothers would initially cuddle their egg/babies and giving them with love. malleus, however was deprived with this opportunity since his mother is barely present when he hatched from his egg.

at first, your boyfriend is slightly nervous when asking you this question since the two of you are dating for at least 5 months. you just looked at him and said, "why are you asking this question? you know I'm really comfortable with you cuddling me. im just waiting for you to cuddle with me." as you extended your arms in front of him.

malleus just went 🥺 and 🥰 as he picked you from the floor and proceeded to lay the both of you into his bed, making you shocked from the sudden action but quickly relaxed as soon as you felt his head being placed on the crook of your neck. malleus loves it when your hands are caressing his face as he stared at you with adoration and hearts in his eyes and tends to kiss your hand while your hand are being cupped to his cheek.

most of the time, he's the big spoon in terms of cuddling but if he's the one having a really bad day, he's the one laying on your chest being the little spoon. malleus would also love the cradle position and the half spoon since he loves holding you on his arms.

idia shroud 💠

you're going to be the one who would proposed the idea on the subject of cuddling with him because this guy, won't be the one to initiate cuddling cause he would die of shame asking you to cuddle so good luck with him (even tho i loved him sm).

even though idia loves you (like a ton), he's gonna wait for you to ask him if you would like to cuddle with him. bro's not the type to make the move first aside from asking you out (thanks to ortho's reassurance that you liked him back)

he's also not used into physical touch so you better be patient with him, it may start with his head on your shoulder and escalated into hugging you from behind as you lay down on his bed. idia would love it if one of your leg in placed on his thigh when he plays something on his computer/console.

idia's concern regarding cuddling you is his hair but you quickly reassured him that you loved his hair so much on how comfortably warm it is in his air-conditioned room. he would whine if you are not touching his hair if the both of you are cuddling together (only you and ortho since he is really uncomfortable on others touching him, including his long hair).

probably he dreams on having you on his lap when he plays a game or just relaxing with you while talking about his interests and kisses your face while holding you (he's quite shy on kissing your lips yet hehe)

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[lurkingshan]

Random QL Superlatives: 2024 Edition

My friends! It is time once again to reflect back on the year and give out some random ass awards to the things that gave me joy in the many QLs I watched.

In no particular order, this year’s winners:

Best Long Term Glow Up: Off Jumpol as Jane in The Trainee

I've been simping for Jumpol since the Puppy Honey days, because I know potential when I see it! This year the rest of y'all finally caught up with me and realized this man is aging like a fine wine. We all won!

Most Valuable Prop: Aoyanagi Hajime Standee, I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama

Will anything ever make me laugh as hard as Akafuji opening the door to Aoyanagi Hajime while holding an Aoyanagi Hajime standee and then running for his life, standee tucked under his arm, to escape the mortification? If so, it's def another joke from this show.

Best Heart Destroying Angst: Every Moment of Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Sometimes you just want a show to break your heart into a million tiny pieces and then stitch it back together, and there is no better version of that experience this year than this beautiful show.

Wackiest Premise That Somehow Works: Caged Again

Whomst could have predicted that a BL about a penguin who turns into a human, goes to high school, and falls in love with a panther would be one of the sweetest, most compelling stories of the year.

Most Precious Bean: Taishin, Takara's Treasure

Just look at his cute little face!! My son has never done anything wrong in his life. He's adorable and I won't hear a word against him.

Drama Child of the Year: Young San, Century of Love

My soul fully tried to leave my body every time this child appeared on screen. I must congratulate this child actor--his name is Chayanan Akkharadumrongdet--on perfectly embodying the spirit of an old man trapped in a tiny body. Give this boy an award!

Best Love Theme: Di Inakala by Paul Pablo, Marahuyo Project

Such a gorgeous song, first used while King reads Ino's letter and realizes Ino has feelings for him. Hits me right in the chest every time I hear it.

Best Sex Scene - Almond and Latte's first time, Knock Knock Boys

Everyone else can throw in the towel, this is the best depiction of a loving but awkward first time that will ever be committed to film.

Star of My Vision Board: Yako, She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat

Oprah said it best: “She is the mother I never had, she is the sister everybody would want. She is the friend that everybody deserves. I don't know a better person.”

Outstanding Achievement in Old Man Yaoi: Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

It's not every day that a show manages to sell you on a 20+ year age gap, but this one did it without breaking a sweat and had us all rooting for Ishida to eat that old man up with a spoon.

Best Sight Gag: Rock Lifting Karan Over His Shoulder, Cherry Magic Thailand

Is it the way Rock bends down and grabs him with no warning? The way Karan still does a polite wai over his shoulder? The way Dujdao scurries after them? Idk but it's been 10 months and I am still laughing.

Best Absolute Mindfuck: Love for Love's Sake

Sometimes a scene from this drama will flash through my mind and I'll have to spend a few minutes just staring at the wall, and that's how you know it was damn good.

Most Brainrot Inducing: Unknown

The way this story had a chokehold on my brain for three entire months was no joke.

Swooniest Love Interest: Mahasamut, Love Sea

Just look at this glorious man! And on top of all that visual splendor, he's kind and generous and brave and smart and competent and high key a smart ass. In this house we love Mahasamut!

Best Classic Watch: The Miracle of Teddy Bear

The most delightfully surprising watch of the year for me, and a great reminder to never, ever trust anything MDL commenters say about a show.

Y'all know the drill: feel free to join in and post your own superlatives, and please tag me if you do!

[thebibliosphere]

ID: a comment in the tags from user @mamalaw1021 that reads #Miss Joy? #Is there any chance of a sugar vladdy update in the near (or far) future? #please and thank you in advance #and ignore me if you don’t have the spoons.

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So it’s been really hard to do Sugar Vladdy edits on my phone because the sheer size of the file was making my phone crash, but I am still working on it. It’s just a larger undertaking than my other fanfic which requires less brain power 😅

Hopefully once I get my new monitor I’ll be able to look at it more in depth and see how much I still need to edit before it’s done but here, have a snippet of what’s in store 👀

“It’s not a date,” Vlad insisted, not sure who he was trying to convince more—his sister and her meddling girlfriend or himself.

“What would you call it then?” Riya asked.

Vlad sighed and shunted aside another row of dress shirts in his closet. Why was it that even with a closet full of clothes it still felt like he had nothing to wear.

“Vlad?”

“What?”

Riya sighed audibly at his distraction. “I said if it’s not a date, then what would you call it?”

“I don’t know.” He gestured frustratedly in the air as though trying to conjure the right words. “It’s just… three people who have exchanged sexually explicit text messages going out for a meal to get to know each other better. As friends.”

“Vladdy,” Kitty said, just a touch hesitantly. “I mean this in the nicest, most loving way possible, but you may be the smartest idiot on the planet.”

[leopardom]

hi hello hey, coming here once again with another q&a transcription in case you missed it or don't have a discord account

Official Discord server Q&A with Joker Out (11/5/25)

some disclaimers

questions are in bold and are all from discord

quotation marks are being used for all the the word-by-word answers

dialogues and banter between the band, reactions and some worth-mentioning moments are in italics

all of them were present except for Bojan who appeared towards the end of the q&a

this is going to be a long read

{slight malfunctioning for about 5 minutes because they couldn't hear anything and had to log in discord with Kris' account}

Q: Who played the piano in Sonce? Jure: joking that it was him, then says "it was Jan of course" K: "if you're very attentive you can hear his low rumbling... exhaling ans stuff like that"

Q: Three words to describe the vibes of the new music video? *joking about how it was gonna be five questions-one annouoncement but Jure turned it into a one question-one announcement* Jan: it's a bit punk that's more than 3 words and they all agree K: "this is the new Joker Out era, we're so punk. leave us alone mom!" Jan: "people were impressed by you having eyeshadow" K: "yes, it's eyeliner/eyeshadow. yeah it's definitely something we haven't done before" Jan: "that's because we're so punk now" *Jure mentions Italy* N: the mv was recorded in Trieste

Q: What do you value the most about your fanbase? K: dedication especially when it comes to travelling to other countries for the gigs and how everyone is full of energy etc and the consistency in streaming their music (the rest agree and they thank everyone for that)

Q: DId any of the songs from Souvenir Pop have a different name at first? K: Carpe Diem and Muzika Za Decu had a different tittle (editor's note: sorry i can't make out what they say because they all talk on top of each other), Mesto Duhov was Wembury Mews which was their adress in London, Lips was Je t'aime, Bluza was Muza and "Jan is cringing at that", Everybody's Waiting was first called Shine and then they wanted to name it The Ball but then "Steven, their Liverpoolian godfather suggested Everybody's Waiting". The rest of the songs had the same titles they do on the album

*Jan interrupts to say that Nace's mom has sent them a photo of a cake she baked and then they proceeded to upload it on the band's instagram stories after failing to send it on a discord channel*

Q: Favourite type of coffee? K + N: coffee with milk *Kris proceeds to explain that coffee with milk is not cappuccino but describes it like cappuccino without foam* Jure: same but with two spoons of sugar Jan: drinks his coffee black, like espresso lungo

Q: When new merch? K: new music video is coming out this month and along with it limited edition Souvenir Pop vinyls will be released. "Nace has heard the vinyls and says they sound even better than the cd" *confussion about the colour of the vinyls, they've forgotten what they are but they're apparently black or red*

Q: If you could have any wild animal as a pet, what would you have? N: a hawk or a badger K: a panda. His parents have a nice garden so he could keep it there and move it to a winter garden he means greenhouse but doesn't remember the word during the cold months Jan: a chameleon *Kris joking that a chameleon is "something to be as lost as you"* Jure: first thought of llama but it isn't a wild animal so he settled to an eagle Jan: "why did no one say a capybara???"

Q: If you could be any type of soup, what would you be? N: pho *Kris says Nace makes good pho, Jan says "pho sure"* K: Bojan would be mushroom soup Jan: ješprenj/ričet (props to @chaosofsmarty for mentioning it on joblr server) K: jota (sour cabbage soup) Jure: pea cream soup *they're laughing about the cream and peas combo and how it sounds*

Q: What's your favourite memory from making the album? N: writing and jamming in the living room K: when they first heard a recorded version of Bluza after having trouble with other songs, which made him feel relief Jan: the recording of Everybody's Waiting

Q: I'm going to Ljubljana this summer, what's some place I have to see? Jure: "Just rent a bike and go" K: apart from whatever google suggests, Metelkova, Špica park and Rožnik hill Jan: the area around Ljubljanica and Tivoli Jure: Ljubljana castle

Q: Will you ever release the Live from Stožice in CD form? all: no K: "maybe in 20 years if CDs become hyped again like vinyls are hyped now"

Q: What is your dream venue to play? -venues in Slovenia- K: Bežigrad stadium *proceeds to say how he grew up in that area and go to school opposite of the stadium and how the stadium is not in use for years now so it's unlikely to ever play there* N: Prešernov square in Ljubljana (the first concert he ever attended with his parents was there) -venues outside of Slovenia- K: Royal Albert Hall Jure: wants to play in Japan but doesn't have any venue in mind

*Kris rambles about everyone he knows seems to be visiting Tokyo this year - "Everytime I open Instagram somebody's posting a story from Tokyo, it's just like oh- don't you guys have jobs?"*

Q: How was the experience of recording the Stephanie mv? Jure: "the most fun to record probably" K: very chill, especially for him and Nace because music video recordings are draining for them two so this was a nice change

Q: Which Eurovision 2025 artist do you look forward the most to meet up with? K: they're not very familiar with the artists this year but will be watching the semis and the final this week N: probably Erika Vikman though they've met her already Jure: probably didn't pay much attention to the question because he mentions Dan D (slovenian band, will perform at Pivo in Cvetje fest like Joker Out will) K: Tommy Cash, "he seems like a person to have a fun night with"

Jan mentions that today is two years since their semi final and their advancing to the eurovision final. Kris says that on the 13th it's going to be the bands official 9th birthday and next year will be 10 years which is something they should comemorate. Jan jokes they should ask Nace's mom to bake them a cake for that and then Kris says it should be huge with "those sparkly thingies on the cake". They'd like for many people to be there so save the date because you may get an invitation to their birthday party next year

Q: When is the actual featuring with mrfy is going to happen? all: they don't know, ask Štras

*Jan suggests you go listen to the latest MRFY album, which they all love*

*they're wishing someone on the chat who just turned 19 a happy birthday*

Q: A lot of fans make and bring you stuff during/after concerts, but is there anything you wouldn't like to receive (apart from the obvious, like inappropriate or illegal things)? Or, alternatively, something you particularly like N to K: "would you like to receive the panda?" Jan: loves when they receive ananas lonkero Jure: "and candies from the airport" K: especially the sour candies in the blue packaging he means the sour TVmix

Q: Will the new tour have early entrance tickets? K: yes

*Kris reads the questions about the restock of Umazane Misli and Demoni vinyls. He says they'll think about it once they release the Souvenir Pop vinyl*

Q; Favourite thing about Barcelona? N: their friends there K: the weather

Q: Have your favorite games changed after the interview two years ago? Kris doesn't understand the question at first and Nace reminds him of the eurovision interview with Timur Miroshnychenko. However, they think it was about board games and not video games like the actual question was. Either way, they say that their favourite game is Uno

Q: Will there be a tour with places you've never been before, or do you think that concerts in places you've already been are more "established"? K: (about the upcoming tour) they'll play at a city they haven't played before. Organising a tour is difficult because it needs to be efficient and for the upcoming tour they've focused on places they've been before and like to revisit

Q: What's your favourite spanish dish? all: paella K: he also likes croquettes with jamón and chorizo

Q: What language is the Bojan x Käärijä collab going to be in? Jan: "probably in english?" all: maybe it includes all three langauges (english, finnish and slovene)

Q: Why did you remove the Bluza intro that was only heard live before the album release? K: "sometimes songs just take you in another direction" Jan: (with the theme he's playing at the end of the song) "it would be kind of weird to have two main themes" K: "the one that we kept definitely fits more in the chorus [...] it holistically makes more sense"

*Kris mentions the comments about Schlager*

Jan: "here comes Bojan! [...] Bojan just came"

*Bojan has lost his streak on duolingo and is barely aware that there's a discord q&a going on*

*apparently Bojan brought them coffee and cake and Kris and Nace start singing Espresso Macchiato*

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENT

18/11 - London

19/11 - Tilburg

20/11 - Amsterdam (for Het Grote Songfestivalfeest)

22/11 - Vienna

24/11 - Kraków

26/11 - Warsaw

27/11 - Vilnius

29/11 - Prague

important announcement coming on June 2nd

*honourable mention to this dialogue after this announcement:

B: do we give them another announcement? K: we've already given them every other announcement B: what other announcements? Jan: so the- the- B: about Mesto Duh- Jan: -the music video of the secret song and the vinyls...*

Q: If you could wake up in any movie, even an animated one, which movie would it be? B: Yu-Gi-Oh GX *everyone is laughing because he answered super fast* Jure: Simpsons *laughter continues because they're trying to answer with mouths full of cake* K: Star Wars or Lord Of The Rings N: The Hobbit Jan: Harry Potter - "they do magic and shit"

Q: Hello guys! Firstly, Happy Two Years of SSF! In the past two years you gained many new fans globally. You also faced unpredictable situations and some hardships. What are some of the most valuable lessons you've learned along the way that you'll bring with you as you head into this following year? B: "Do whatever you're doing in life with people you love also outside of what it is that you're doing together as a business, and in that way even the toughest days will be much easier to go through than usually. So I'm leaving the band." (editor's note: that was a joke don't worry) rest of them: they've learned nothing lol

Q: What’s the most random inside joke that’s lasted way too long in the band? *they're just laughing thinking of their inside jokes until they settle to one*

Q: What was your favourite subject in school? Jure: arts and crafts K: history or maths B: history and sociology Jan: maths and chemistry

Q: Whats your favourite italian brainrot? Jan: Špijuniro Golubiro and Bir Bir Patapim (Jure and Nace agree with him, Kris doesn't know what "italian brainrot" means)

Q: Which one do you prefer, Demoni or Dopamin? B: Demoni even though he really loves Dopamin live, especially "when the bass goes out and it's just aaaaah" Jan: "I love it but Nace is not playing bass" (editor's note: the way he says this sounds like he's making fun of Bojan)

Q: What did you enjoy about ireland when you were here? all: Guiness Jure: the apartment they stayed at *Nace agrees* Kris: Temple Bar

*Kris reads a comment about someone saying they'll bring a panda from China for him and has to explain to confused Bojan why that is*

*Kris reads a question about playing Omamljeno Telo in Finland which they read earlier too but just side tracked and forgot to answer. They don't answer the question anyway 💀*

Q: Tickets when? B: "For what???" K: more info about it from Monday on N: there will be a presale on openstage

Q: Anything you can say about the new music video? K: already said eyeliner and Trieste B: "and Mahmood - Soldi" (editor's note: should say Tuta Gold but at least he got Mahmood right)

Q: Will there be one setlist on the summer tour or will it change every gig? K: no idea B: maybe there will be changes sometimes depending on how they feel about the gigs as they approach

Q: Bojan, will you adopt me and my friend? B: "Of course"

Q: Favourite polish word? all: bober B: *speaks the only polish he probably knows*

Q: How many 5 year olds do you think you could fight? (they’re all coming at you at once and trying to take you down) B: wouldn't fight one Jure: thinks if you run fast you don't need to fight N: at least 15

*Bojan asks people to react to messages on the questions channel to see where everyone is from and who will "win". Bojan jokes they've put bets on which country has the most reactions. Jan mentions there are 25 seconds left until they'll stop counting and the dialogue below follows:

Jan: 25 seconds B: 25 Seconds to Mars K: Špijuniro Golubiro B: Is it 20 Seconds of Summer? N: 5 Seconds of Summer Jan: 10 seconds B: okay 20 seconds but could be 5 seconds to summer to mars wtf Bojan K: that makes 35 seconds B: 20 plus 5! 20 Seconds to Mars? Jan: 30 Seconds to Mars!!! B: oh! and I was at their concert...

Finland seems to have the most reactions even though most of them are doubles*

end

[thanksbutno98]

Make Her Happy

John Price x fem!reader

Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, sexual talk, death and war, children, pregnancy, not edited.

Summary: After constant requests to have your husband John Prices’ military buddies over you finally get your way.

Authors note: I’ve been working on this one before the requests came in. I’ve had about a dozen requests for 141 meeting the Price family and I’ve taken little bits from each and well heres the end product. All the requests made the storyline soooo much better so thank you so so much everyone!

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“Laswell, what can I do for you.” John nodded at you as he pressed his shattered phone to his ear. Disappearing from the dinner table and out the back door to the patio. Both of your children stared at you in a way to understand how they should feel at their fathers exit.

“Wait, does that mean dads leaving? Didn’t you say he was gonna be home for a long time?” Jj asked passing you the salt since you had just asked for it. A bit stunned you answered hoping to quell any uncertainty your children might be feeling.

“Laswell is probably just asking for some advice or your fathers opinion.” You said.

Standing to get a better look out the window and on to the patio. Your garden looked angelic in the porch light, the roses were in full bloom with the baby’s breath decorating them. The peonies Evelyn helped you plant were growing better than they had in a long time; the last time they looked this amazing was when you pregnant with her.

“Can I have more gravy, please.” Evelyn asked bringing a spoonful of peas to her mouth.

“Yes, love.” You glanced up to see John through the bay window, pinching the bridge of his nose. Head bowed as if he had just gotten bad news.

John was dressed in blue jeans he complained were getting tight because of your cooking. Honestly, you liked him better with a bit of pudge on his edges; it meant he had been home for awhile. He had a fitted white short sleeve on with a smudge of purple nail polish across the sleeve from Evelyn chasing his around with it.

You and Jj laughed on the couch while she tried to corner your husband to let her finally paint his nails. It ended with Jj on John’s back and Evelyn hugging his leg as they tried to take him down. You tickled them both off him and chased them out into the garden where John sprayed them with the hose.

John’s hair was neat and short having just gotten a haircut. There was a hickey neatly tucked under the collar of his shirt. His facial hair was thick and shaped perfectly, opting for a full beard instead of his usual mutton chops. The glow of the patio light cast a dreary shadow over the tall built man you called your soulmate.

You could not help how the sight of him made your heart ache and stomach drop. John had only been home for two weeks but you knew he was about to leave his two children and his three month pregnant wife. Taking a breath you centered yourself deciding holding on to the night you shared in that hotel room would keep you company in soon to be lonely times. The memory getting sprayed with the hose and running around the backyard would keep your children’s hearts full until the next time their father was home.

Spooning more gravy onto your daughters plate you grabbed your husbands after. Refilling the empty plate with a large scoop of mashed potato’s, peas, carrots, and another piece of chicken, then a small amount of gravy. Normally you would drown his plate in it but his doctor said he needed to cut back on salt. You were not even sure what news John had gotten but it more often then not was orders to leave so you prepared your fragile heart for that.

“Darling, do we have plans tomorrow?” John was standing at the back door staring at you. Hand over the the bottom portion of the phone so Kate could not hear your answer. John was shaking his head up and down as if to have you lie that you two did have plans. It was a bit lost on your since you tended to be honest.

“No, we were just planning on grilling and swimming in the pond. Why?” You asked sitting back down and giving your husband a quizzical look. Sighing deeply John spoke again.

“No, we don’t. Best be over around 1ish.” You heard as John then forced his goodbyes after giving your address to Kate.

“What?” Jj asked looking at you with food decorating the corner of his mouth. You leaned over with your napkin and attempt to wipe the mess.

“Ew, stop mum. You could just tell me to wipe my face. I’m not a baby.” Jj complained, shrinking away from you.

“Sorry, you’re right. Please wipe your face.” You sat back down watching as your son missed the food on his face by a mile. John came in and sat down ignoring his families stares.

“Wipe your face, Jj.” John spoke avoiding your eyes. Then pointing to his own face to motion to his son where the mess lay.

“What was that about?” You asked. Watching as John instinctively started to eat, now that there was more food in front of him.

“Kate is taking us up on your offer to have her over for dinner.” John grumbled. Grabbing at the bowl of gravy and then covering his whole plate with the brown liquid.

“Wait really!” You half stood up, then shuffling your seat forward and sitting properly. You placed your chin on your palm as you batted your eyes at John. He was trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. It always had him grinning when you got ecstatic about things even if it was something he dreaded.

“That’s not all. She asked to see if the boys were available and. . . Well, they are. So, I guess we’ll have a full house tomorrow.” John turned to you finally making eye contact. His blue eyes were bright as he grabbed his glass of wine and clinked it a against your water.

“That’s so exciting! We have to go to the shop in the morning. Their appetite anything like yours?” You asked. The words came tumbling out of your mouth in excitement. You were mentally doing a little dance at how amazing this news was compared to your former thoughts.

Attempting to do mental math at how much food you needed to buy in order to keep these military men fed you stared up at the ceiling, counting on your fingers. The excitement of having them all over made your heart thump loudly. You knew Ghost could eat a lot just by his pure stature. That was when the idea of baking popped in your head. John loved when you baked for him so that was a must.

“I’d say they eat more than me.” John stated simply taking a small sip of the dark red wine.

“That’s not possible. You eat soooo much food.” Evelyn giggled, taking another large bite of her peas; avoiding the carrots. John narrowed his eyes being slightly offended by his daughters words.

“I want you two to clean your rooms after dinner.” You told them and then glanced at John.

“Why do we have to clean our rooms? It’s not like they’re going to come up there.” Evelyn whined with a pout.

“Don’t argue with your mother.” John started the pigtailed girl down. She only pouted bigger and went back to eating.

“And you need to mow the lawn and get that damn bike out of the living room.” You narrowed your eyes at John because you had been asking him all week to put it in the shed.

“The lawns fine.” John sighed out then quickly back peddled when he saw the death glare you had pointed at him.

“You shouldn’t argue with mummy.” Evelyn spoke oh so sweetly. You chuckle a bit at your daughters retort.

“I’ll take my own advice. I’ll mow the lawn first thing tomorrow” John conceded.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly giving John a little wink.

“So we’re gonna meet the people you work with?” Jj asked. Motioning for more chicken saying a quite ‘please’, which John reached over and served him. It was sweet not being the only one to serve your kids food. Now your husband was home and you could actually enjoy a meal.

“Yes, and I want both of you on your best behavior.” John said sternly. Pointing the serving spoon at both children as if to punctuate his message.

“So, you’re like their boss?” The questions would be constant until your guests came over. Jj was infatuated by his fathers job and the idea of meeting the people his dad bossed around was exciting to the young boy.

“The boys yes. I am far from being Kates boss.” John waited for you to look away as he scooped his peas on to Evelyn’s plate. She did not miss a beat scooping her carrots on to his.

“Who are the boys?” Evelyn asked, immediately devouring her peas.

“Well, there’s Gaz, Soap, and Simon.” John said evenly. Taking your hand and squeezing roughly, then your husband kissed the back of your hand sweetly. John and you shared a love struck look as he gave in to finally having people from work over. You were planning the whole event tomorrow in your mind wanting it to be perfect.

“Soap? How’d he get that nickname?” Jj asked entranced by his fathers words.

“It’s classified.”

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It was Saturday morning as John pushed the shopping cart down the isle of the super market. He was hunched over and picking grapes out of the bunch you had placed in there to buy. Jj was sitting in the carriage on his hand held gaming device while Evelyn ran around asking for everything. John remembered why he never took her food shopping. They always ended up with 10% of what you sent him for and 90% sweets.

“Daddy, you have to try this.” Evelyn showed John some sugary cereal he knew she had never tried. You were pretty strict about what the kids could have, taking their diet very seriously.

“Y/N?” John immediately called down the isle to ask if this was an appropriate option.

You looked over with some much healthier options in your hands a bit confused. John lightly grinned at you in your leggings and cute blouse. John saw the flash of a memory of you standing in leggings and his sweatshirt before you were his girlfriend; asking if he really needed that sugary crap. Seeing you pick out healthier options for him started far before you called him yours and now you were here picking them out for your children. It reminded John how you were his through it all.

Your hair was tied up and cheeks rosy from just arguing with him over steaks. John did not see the need in buying the best quality meat but you insisted on it and it ended with him agreeing with a smile. John had put you through enough he should only say yes, he told himself. No matter what you almost always gave him your best smile even if it was something you did not want to hear. So it was John’s turn to practice the skill you had mastered.

“Daddy, don’t tattle! We’re suppose to be on the same team.” Evelyn scolded John as if she was the adult. Shaking the chocolaty box of cereal at him.

“I’m on your mums team. Recruit Jj not me.” John chuckled watching as his daughters face scrunched up in annoyance. Turning to her brother he was already looking up at her. His thumb cast downward to show his disapproval.

“Jj?” Evenly whined.

“Piss, off Evie. Mum would never let us get that. Don’t trick dad, he’s too smart.” Jj looked at her annoyed.

“Oi, language. Don’t speak to your sister like that.” John corrected immediately but agreed with the sentiment.

“Sorry. But, c’mon? Bit ridiculous.” Jj shrugged and casted a hand at his sister. Then going back to his game. Evelyn stuck her tongue out at him but he was too busy to notice.

“If you talk to your sister like that she’ll be okay with anyone talking to her like that. You should never speak to a girl like that Johnathan. Ever. Try again.” John had his eyes fixed on his son intently. Jj only nodded and tried again.

“Not cool Evie. You’ll get dad in trouble with mum if he says yes to that.” Jj said confidently then peered over at John who shook his head in approval. It was important John taught his son how to treat people and let his daughter know she did not have to tolerate cruel words.

“Okay, so I got these. But I’ll let you pick one for the weekends only.” You walked back up to the carriage with the cereal you felt most suitable for your kids.

“This one!” Evelyn shouted handing you some chocolatey cereal.

“Your dads not huge on chocolate. Let’s find something you all like.” You gestured to the many option to your left.

“Daddy should like chocolate. It doesn’t spoil fast thats why we send it to soldiers.” Evelyn said rather smug having just learned this fact, she was hanging on to the edge of the carriage now.

“Yeah, American soldier.” Jj was so fast with his comment you knew he had actually listened to one of your many history lessons. It was not your best quality but you did tend to babble on and on about your job and the history tied along with it.

“Fair Evie, but doesn’t mean I have to like it.” John quipped. Chuckling lightly as his daughters intuitive reasoning.

“Dad likes fruit like blueberries and strawberries. His favorite is cheesecake though. Choose something like that.” Jj stated. His tongue peaking out of the corner of his mouth as he mashed the keys on the controller.

You and John shared an impressed look that your son had noticed that. John was a bit shocked his son picked up on those things. That was your territory, but that was the interesting part about your children. As much as Jj looked like John, had his temperament, and a need to protect he was loving like you. The sweetness that was so natural to you was inherited by your son and left him with a guilty conscious and people pleasing attitude.

“You don’t care, J?” John asked. You had left the conversation. Already searching through the sugary cereals that could be a good middle ground.

“Not really. I would rather have mums cereal so I can have ice cream after dinner.” Jj paused his game to look up at his father who was nodding in agreement.

“Let Evie have the cereal. Means no dessert.” John thought his decision would make his daughter give up but she didn’t.

“Fine by me!” Evelyn sneered tossing the box into the carriage. She ate that cereal every night when dinner was done. John and Jj asked to toss some on their ice cream but you and her denied them with giggles. You ended up catching John having a bowl of the chocolate cereal at 1am when he thought you were asleep. He claimed he only wanted to try it but you knew it was because it was the only sweet in the house so he settled.

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It was a hot summer day when John stepped out onto his front porch seeing a beat up truck pull up his long driveway. Laswell was already parked and was inside drinking while his gorgeous wife chatted to her. Last John saw she was helping you set up the kitchen island with the to many dishes you had made as sides to the meat John would be grilling. John told you, you were going overboard which resulted in you kicking him out of the kitchen and having him vacuum the living room.

John grinned as he saw Simon and Soap in the front seats. They somehow looked squished with Ghost hulking frame. Walking among the wild flowers John greeted Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The group of men catching up and excited to come into the Price household. Soap was shocked to silence. Taking in the large farm house and realized it was filled with children. It was strange to think of Price with a big house and family because Soap thought that was not possible for people like them.

It took ten minutes before the four men were walking up to the end of the driveway that connected to the patio. The expansive backyard in full display with a burnt down barn house in the far distance. John had been contemplating tearing it down to create an accurate football pitch for his kids. They already had two nets up and both of his children were proficient at the sport. Accept for Evie she was showing prodigy status. Evelyn was gifted when it came to football and was built to be a striker while Jj was the best in his league as a defender.

“Those are my kids.” John gestured to Evelyn and Jj who were passing the football back and forth in their bare feet. They were making long crosses practicing their accuracy.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Those your friends?” Evelyn wound up and booted the ball past her brother and bolted over to her father, already knowing where it would land. The football whizzed cleanly through the air, swishing into the top left corner of the net with ease.

“Fuckin’ hell, beautiful shot.” Soap stood up a bit straighter at the impressive goal. The men were all a bit shocked to see a kid with accuracy like that. It only took the sight of the group of people to get Evelyns undivided attention.

“Yes. Evie, this is-“

“Gaz, Suds, and. . . I don’t remember your name. But it started with an ‘S’.” Evelyn was holding on to the belt loop of John’s pants as she stared up sparkly eyed at Ghost. Normally the masked man scared children away just by walking in the room but your daughter found him captivating.

“Suds!” Gaz broke out laughing and Soap could not help but chuckle a bit at the little girls mistake. Ghost and Gaz called Soap Suds for the rest of the day.

“Call me Ghost, pipsqueak.” Simon said gruffly but his intention was humor. He could not help but think back to the only time he had met you in his Captains office. He had used the same nickname which riled you up.

“Me? A pipsqueak? That makes you a giant.” Evelyn was unfazed as she gazed at the man with attitude. Her reaction was much like your own had been and there was no doubt the young girl was just like you.

“Okay, enough Evie.” John laughed awkwardly pulling her back as she tried to square up to Simon.

“What? The only people taller than you are grandad and Uncle Grayson and Uncle Gray, well he’s a giant. . .” Glancing at Ghost the young girl took in his appearance. Casting her blue eyes from the tip of Ghosts dirty boots up to his balaclava

“Ghosty is a bit of a chubby giant.” Evelyn pursed her lips, being a little too judgy. Mistaking Ghost muscular physique as fat.

“You should clean your boots.” She added. Her comment had everyone stifling a laugh.

“Evelyn, apologize.” John scolded.

“Evie, you shouldn’t be commenting on the way people look.” You were stepping out of the back door having just heard your daughter. You had a large trey of meats and Laswell was holding a trey of vegetables for grilling in hand you gave the four men a sweet smile. John was bending down and whispering for Evelyn to bite her tongue and be polite.

Each man froze for a split second now seeing you for a second time in years. You had not changed a bit, looking just as sweet and pretty. Somehow more so, time seemed to be on your side and graced you with more beauty. The fact Price had a wife as gorgeous and quick witted as you still took the men off guard.

You were dressed in a powder blue sundress with thin straps, meant as a coverup for swimming. The halter strap of your white bathing suit was wrapped around the back of your neck. Your hair was down and silky soft as it blew in the light summer breeze.

“Sorry mummy.” Evelyn hid against Johns leg trying to avoid your gaze. She knew when guests were over you were the stricter parent.

“Indy!” Soap and Gaz cheered. Gaz threw his hands in the air, a bottle of wine in one hand. Soap clapped against the bottle of scotch he brought. It was thrilling to see you again with such a welcoming smile.

“Hey boys! Long time no see.” You smiled brightly.

The last time they saw you, you had swindled them out of money in a game of poker. They had nothing but wonderful things to say about you since that day and asked their Captain to stop hiding you away. Your bubbly and friendly nature was waisted on the old grump they called Captain.

Gaz had to admit to himself that if you were not Price’s wife he would have become quite smitten with you. Soap thought you were gorgeous enough to ask John if you had a sister; which ended up being a mistake. It had him and Gaz running laps around the base until they were sick.

“There’s a lot more food inside. Why don’t you show them around the house, John.” You gave a kind smile.

“Course, darling.” John muttered sweetly.

“Darling?” Ghost asked. His question had the other men snickering. They too had never heard such sweet words from their captain.

“Mind yourself.” John turned and shot such a violent look Ghost knew not to joke. Jj saw the look his dad gave him when he was up to no good cast at the men he did not know. AND they seemed to listen. Jj was mesmerized by the scene but chose to pretend he didn’t see it.

“Make sure they feel welcome. I mean it.” It was the sweetest they had ever heard but your words were coated in venom. Just from your sickly sweet tone the men knew you ran a tight ship. It made them wonder if you ordered Price around.

“Jj, come say hi. I need you to run down the driveway and bring the barrels in.” You called to your son.

You stepped out in bare feet and placed the trey on the picnic table. As soon as John glanced from the sight of your ass when you bent over to look at Gaz and Soap the boys were both looking in odd direction. John’s eyes narrowed knowing all eyes had fallen on the same sight and this reminded him why he did not like men he respected around you. They almost always lost his respect by the way they looked at his wife. After this one glance none of the men made the same mistake, staying completely professional.

“Okay!” Jj called. Staying put in the back yard for a moment. Deciding to practice his juggling and try to not show his excitement unlike his sister. Now it was his chance to get to meet the men his dad commanded. John was Jj’s hero and he idolized the man so much he was nervous to meet the people who also respected his father. Would they think he was some bratty kid? Would they think his dad did a good job raising him? Would they like him?

Leaving the football in the freshly mowed grass Jj jogged over. Straightening his t-shirt with the Liverpool logo. Jj glanced down feeling self conscious in his grey athletic shorts. The young boy stood up a little straighter feeling the anxiety wash away as his father smiled confidently at him. John had told him to wear their football teams logo with pride so Jj tried to.

“Hi, I’m Jj.” With all his confidence Jj extended his hand to shake each man’s hand.

“No doubt you’re Price’s son.” Soap extended his hand and shook the young boys much smaller one firmly; gesturing at the logo on the boys tshirt.

“You look just like him.” Gaz added, shaking Jj’s hand a little softer than Soap had. Jj hesitated for a second as he reached his hand out towards Ghost.

“Don’t be scared.” Evelyn teased still holding onto her fathers pant leg.

“See you have shit taste in football too.” Ghost quipped being a die hard Manchester fan. Evelyn perked up at the foul language loving the crass behavior.

“Like Man U has done any good recently?” Jj could not help but shoot back. The man’s accent was so thick he instantly knew his preferred football team. Well it was a fifty fifty chance but he ended up being right.

“Atta boy.” John clapped his rough hand on Jj’s shoulder. The contact was something Jj would never forget. A moment in time where he would look back on forever. His father was proud and smiling genuinely and it was because of Jj’s actual opinion and in front of colleagues.

Chuckling deeply at his sons quickness and perception John and the men began to chat about football. Shooing his children away and having the men get comfortable and bringing out some beers. They were all in awe when they saw the spread you had laid out for them. Soap asked for a couple of your recipes which surprised you because you would not guess he could cook.

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“Another?” Soap asked handing John a freshly cracked beer. Taking the cold glass beverage your husband flipped the insanely large steaks you had bought. Then moving to the corn and pepper you forced him to grill since he was not much of a vegetable guy.

“Thanks, mate.” John gave a nod and polite tight lipped smile.

Soap went back to the picnic table a few feet away where Kate and Ghost had been sitting, sipping on their drinks and chatting with John about what he would be doing on leave. They had just found out you two were expecting your third child and were asking John’s opinion about it. They also found out the timeline of the pregnancy which had them all falling silent as they did the mental math. Realizing John was deployed with them while you had gotten pregnant.

John then proceeded to say you two were able to see each other while you were on a dig not too far from where he was stationed. It ended in whooping and hollering from Soap and Kate calling John a ‘sly dog.’ Ghost made a comment about John sneaking off a few times then called him a ‘dirty old man.’ John was throughly embarrassed by the comments and switched topics rather forcefully.

Ghost knew you were pregnant the moment he saw you. Maybe it was his own experience or his careful eyes. The way he watched John take things from you and twice now how his thumb brushed against your belly when you two were in close proximity gave it away. Your body suited you and a bump as small as that was hardly visible but was not enough for anyone to ask any questions.

Johns eyes glanced up as he shut the grills lid, to see you down the way in your white one piece bathing suit. John could not help but admire your form moving around the dock as you tossed the sinking toys into the pond for Jj to dive for. Your hair was now tied up with in a moss green clip, your tattoos on full display. Ass round and perky in your swim attire, your breasts looking so plump John wanted to bury his head in them and fall asleep like he had the previous night on the couch.

Gaz was standing on the dock a few feet away in his trunks as he tossed Evie into the pond. You were laughing uncontrollably as the little girl dashed for the shore so Kyle could toss her in again. She was a giggling mess having told her father an hour ago she liked the pretty one out of his colleagues; that being Gaz.

“She’s such a sweetheart.” Kyle turned to you with a wide grin. You could not ignore your daughters description also thinking he was a rather pretty man. You understood what your husband meant when he said you would never expect Gaz to be capable of war. Which is why you knew John admired him.

“Sometimes.” You laughed out. Keeping sharp eyes on the rippling water for Jj to come back up.

“Sometimes?” The laugh that left Gaz’s throat was melodic as your daughter threw herself at him and then he immediately chucked her high and far into the pond.

It was nothing compared to how John threw her into the water. John was a seasoned father who had practiced with Jj on the best way to toss his kid into the pond. John knew Jj liked to go far into the water and happily swim back. While Evelyn wanted to be thrown high as if her thick hair met the sky. You two joked she would end up being a pilot with how happy it made her to have her head in the clouds.

“Yeah, she can be an absolute terror. Gives me and John a run for our money. Not sure what we’re gonna do with a third.” You smiled contently as you watched Jj breach the water surface. Two out of four wrings in hand and his goggles fogged.

“A third?” Kyle stopped for a second as he watched Evelyn start her back stroke. Turning, he stood to his full height a bit confused.

“Oh, I’m pregnant.” You gestured to your baby bump surprised Gaz had not noticed. You felt it was obvious in your tight one piece bathing suit. It clearly was not by the absolutely shocked look on the young man’s face.

“Sorry, ma’am. Thought women got a bit rounder when having kids and you look exactly the same as the last I saw you.” Kyles eyes were staring at your belly then quickly looking away. As if he was caught staring at your ass.

“Don’t patronize me.” You joked, feeling your cheeks flush a bit at the unintentional compliment. Maybe your insecurities were misplaced and you were way too hard on yourself.

Glancing over your shoulder you made eye contact with John. His wolffish dark blue eyes were locked on you like he was ready to snipe you down. He instantly looked up into the clouds clearly being caught checking you out. John getting caught made you giddy but you did not want Kyle to know of your off handed flirting. So, the grin you wore was tugged down by either cheeks as you attempted to quell it. Pressing your lips at the end and going back to sweet half smile.

“Not my intention. I only mean-“ before Gaz could finish Evelyn was bounding towards him down the dock, arms outstretched. Gaz caught her by her underarms. Swinging her in two circles Gaz released her, sending the six year old bounding toward the deep water. Gaz watched until the water swallowed her whole. Turning back to you with one hand resting on his hip and the other hanging by his toned side, he gave you a soft look.

“A boy or girl?” Gaz asked sweetly

“We don’t know yet. John’s ecstatic.” You said softly into the warm summer air. Gaz perked up at your words. Watching as your smile turned to a timid look as if it was something that may get in his Captains way for work.

“10 quid its a a boy.” His words defused the worry.

“You’re on!” You couldn’t help but gamble against one of the many men you swindled out of money.

“He’s a good man” Kyle seemed proud to be able to say that as he shook your hand.

“The best” you matched his sentiment. Gaz’s eyes casted down at your beautiful wedding ring before he spoke.

“Course he is. Bet that’s why you married him. He was meant to be a dad.” Gaz said softly knowing John was a good dad without needing an ounce of evidence.

Hell the man didn’t know John had children until he showed up here with Soap in Ghosts truck.

“You know, he never thought he’d be good at it. Saying he wasn’t too sure about kids and then I got pregnant with Johnathan and well all that stuff faded and he’s been an amazing father since before Jj was even born.” It might have been the hormones but the thought of how much your husband had grown through the years was tear provoking. Rubbing away those rolling water works you apologized which had Gaz speaking to fill the silence.

“Can’t imagine him being anything but attentive. Cap’s a good man.” Gaz touched your shoulder gently to comfort you. Before you could respond like always your children interrupted.

“He is! Sorry is mums crying again apparently the baby does that to her.” Jj called from the water. Holding up the four rings you had thrown into the pond proudly. You laughed at your sons words choosing ignore the latter comment.

“Good job! Get these ones. They sink all the way down.” You smiled tossing the three shark shaped weights into the water and taking the rings from Jj. There was a sickly silence as you both watched Evelyn swim around singing some Disney song.

“Promise me something, Kyle?” You looked up to him trying to fight the emotion in your eyes.

“Anything ma’am.” Gaz had a stern look as he brought his attention to you.

“Call me by my first name, please.” You added hating being called ‘ma’am’’ it made you feel old.

“That the promise?” The way Gaz said it had you rolling your eyes and trying to keep your wide grin at bay.

“No.” You laughed at the cheekiness. You understood in that moment why John took a shine to Kyle. He was much like you. Kind hearted and used humor as a way to connect.

“Bet you get John’s stern side, with jokes like that.” You waggled your eyebrows and nudged his waist.

“‘Course I do. You too?” Kyle was so wide grinned you could tell he was about to release a chorus of laughter.

“All the time! He’s so serious I’m not quite sure how he puts up with me.” The words came out as laughter. Sharing the warm summer air together as you both gossiped about John.

“So what are you roping me into?” Gaz teasingly pried waiting for this promise you had to ask him.

“Promise, that if he ever gets dragged away again you’ll keep him safe for me. I know he’s suppose to do that for you but. . . Please just think of us here. We’ll always be waiting for him to come home.” The tone shifted to something deadly serious. You professed something you hoped your husband would never be privy to. John would be angry if he knew you asked any of his colleagues for such a thing.

“I promise.” Gaz was quick with his response. His face becoming intensely serious you knew he was a soldier. A soldier who saw war like John had. It was the same look you saw in John’s military head shot. The look he gave you when you said you were in labor. That thousand mile stare that held so much trauma you knew no matter what you were going to be okay.

“Thank you, Kyle.” You whispered and what he said next caught you off guard.

“Thank you, for sharing him.”

—————

“Ghosty, have any 4’s?” Evie asked sitting alone at the kitchen table with Simon. She looked incredibly tiny sitting across from him in her pink t-shirt and jeans.

Evelyn had roped Simon into a card game which had you in a fit of giggles. Simon seemed completely uninterested being in a conversation with your husband. Once the six year old tugged at his arm hard enough he was allowing her to lead him anywhere. John tried to scold her but Ghost said it was not necessary and he would finally give back that hat if she won. You told her she better win since you had lost John’s hat to Ghost in the same game.

“Go fish.” Ghost grunted. Nodding at you in thanks as you handed him a plate of cherry pie.

“Well, now I know you don’t have fours.” She said rather sarcastically as she laid down a pair of fours. It was the end of the game leaving this next turn as the final one. Only one card in Ghosts hand and the other in Evelyns.

“Have any kings?” Evelyn asked eliciting a quick annoyed groan. Ghost placed the king down and glared at the six year old. She had done something you were incapable of doing.

“You win.” Ghosted grunted, his chair scraping against the tiled floor as he stood.

Simon tried to walk away but Evelyn threw herself over the table to catch him by the sleeve. Some of the cards falling to the floor in her haste. Ghost was so annoyed he did not realize she was attached to his arm until he had pulled here clear across the table. The cards shuffling to the floor and Evie with wide eyes being dragged against the table top.

“Give my daddies hat back!” Evelyn held on to his sleeve. You were biting your lip trying not to laugh as you placed tea down on the kitchen table. Evelyn’s feet were kicking and Ghost stared down at her as she lay on the kitchen table grasping his sweatshirt sleeve for dear life.

“John, your daughter?” Ghost glanced up at his Captain. John was leaning against the kitchen counter chatting with Gaz and Soap. Looking over with a blank expression John took in the sight of Ghost in his jet black hoodie and his daughter gripping the sleeve tightly as she stared at John. This was nothing out of the ordinary for the Price children so John shrugged it off. This was also John’s little pay back for Ghost holding onto that hat for so long.

“She needs the hat. Nothing else to say mate.” John turned back to his conversation picking up right where he left off.

“Let go.” You whispered to Evelyn who then insisted she needed the hat back at this exact moment. You had to explain that Ghost did not have it on him which resulted in a big pout. The hat was forgotten quickly as Evelyn dug into one of the brownies you made then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch with chocolate all over her face. John carried her up to bed and then helped Jj settle in for the night while you played cards with everyone downstairs. The boys were not joking around playing against you in poker this time.

—————

“So, Kate.” You asked. Lips pressed against a glass of your favorite juice.

“Y/N.” Laswell was sitting with you on the soft couch in your living room. The kids were now asleep and John was out back getting drunk with the boys. Ghost of all people pushed to take shots which now Soap was pushing for more. It made you smile hearing someone beside your husband being called Johnny.

“How’d you get John to let you all come over? Been asking for years and it took one phone call from you.” You wanted to know the answer. Hoping to find the formula to being more involved in John’s work relationships.

“Well, I asked if you really wanted everyone over. . . And he said yes pretty confidently.” Kate waved her hand and then grinned.

“And?” You asked, leaning forward.

“Well, I told him. . . ‘Why not make her happy.’ And that seemed to be enough of a reason.”

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[xechu]

Silent Night

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 1.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, quickie, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend's been holding back, and tonight, he can't take it anymore!!!

♡︎ A/N: Happy Holidays! Satoru is so needy. But who wouldn't be needy for Y/N? ;) I have a Sukuna oneshot coming up, just making some final edits, and I think that will be it until the new year. I don't ever foresee myself posting at this frequency, but I told myself when I first started this blog, that I'll have at least three pieces solidified before making my first post. Thank you so much for reading. x

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Satoru has currently found himself in a predicament: the fierce battle of self-restraint versus desire. And when it involved you, it always seemed to be a losing fight. The last week has been excruciating, to say the least. Your family had decided to come over for the holidays for the first time, which meant that your sexy time was also put on pause until they left—because heaven forbid they find out that Satoru has been giving it to their precious daughter in the most obscene and nastiest of ways.

Truth be told, Satoru understood. If he had a daughter like you, he'd be fiercely protective, too. Your parents were not the overbearing type, but that didn't make anything better—in fact, it made it worse. Satoru felt like he couldn't let them down; he didn't want to. Your parents would always smile at him and thank him for taking such good care of their daughter. Your mother would pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was, and your father would give him big pats on his back while heartily laughing and commenting on how strong he looked. It was a sight to behold; you could practically see him wagging his tail every time they complimented him, and, to be honest, it warmed your heart—and something else, too.

Tonight marked the sixth night; just two more days and he will have his sweetheart all to himself again. And you best be ready, because he will make damn sure the two of you make up for lost time. Just two more days. It played in his head like a mantra, but it didn't quell the raging boner that he currently had. It also didn't help that he was spooning you, and you would rub up against him every time you shuffled in your sleep.

Satoru sharply inhales, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to race—he was getting too excited. He sighed in frustration and thought he should just go to the bathroom and finish the job on his own. But he didn't want that; he wanted you. He looked over at you and saw that you were fast asleep. He knew you had been exhausted, making sure that the home was ready and keeping your parents entertained. It was selfish, but a quickie was all he was asking for. Surely, that wasn't too big of an ask, right?

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he checked to see if you were truly asleep. When you didn't stir, he tried again, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Baby." But you were knocked out cold.

Yes, it was filthy. He was a horndog who couldn't keep his hands off of you, even for a few days. But when it came to you, Satoru knows no shame; it was too difficult to resist you. He felt his last shreds of self-restraint slowly breaking away. He couldn't help himself—his hand drifted under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his palm glided over your side, his fingers gently squeezing your waist. Slowly, he ventured upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. He swore under his breath—it wasn't enough; he needed more.

Satoru tugged at the hem of your shirt, exposing the soft skin of your back. He pressed kisses along the curve of your shoulder as his hands continued to explore, seeking out your breasts. A contented groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped your fullness, his thumbs teasing your buds as they harden under his touch.

"Oh, my love," he breathed. His hips involuntarily ground against you, his erection pressing into the curve of your ass. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. And, to his delightful surprise, he found you slick and ready for him. A devilish smirk played on his lips—you had been holding back, and your body craved him just as much as he craved you.

"I'll help you unwind. You've been such a good girl." He coated his fingers in your slickness and began to rub your clit. "You could have just told me you wanted this, baby."

That's when your eyes flew open. This wasn't some lewd dream—it was very real.

"S-Satoru!" You whisper-shouted as you smacked his hand away and sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ow—sweetheart," he pouted, "It's too much. I need you. I can't hold back anymore."

"But my parents will be gone in two days. Can't you just wait?" you hissed.

"No, I can't," he shook his head, and placed your hand on top of his painfully hard wood. "See? I can't wait anymore. Please, baby. We'll be quiet."

You bit your bottom lip. You'd be the world's biggest liar if you said you weren't aching for him, too. It wasn't just Satoru who was having a hard time.

"Please," he begged, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You groaned; you hated when he begged because it always worked.

"Please, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

"Fine, but you have to promise to be really quiet," you surrendered.

Satoru's face lit up with a grin. Within seconds, he was on top of you, his weight shifting the bed. He quickly stripped away your remaining clothing, his own clothes following suit. It was clear that he had been holding back, and he has now reached a point of desperate need.

He slipped his finger inside you, checking your readiness. "Is it alright if I go in? I'll make it up to you next time." he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Satoru aligned himself with your entrance, dipping his tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking his entire length into you. You bit down on your hand to muffle the moan that threatened to escape.

He started to move slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Mm, the bed, Satoru..." you whispered, concern flickering in your eyes.

"Shh, they won't hear it. I promise," he assured you.

You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries as he thrusted in and out of you. The silence of the night amplified the creaking of the bed and the squelching sounds of your joined bodies. As Satoru hit your sweet spot over and over, you clawed at his back—a silent way to convey your pleasure.

"You're so tight. Are you close?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as you bit your lip.

"Shit, me too." he groaned, quickening his pace.

"Ha—" as you felt your orgasm rushing toward you. Your breath hitched as a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume you. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as your release washed over you. Simultaneously, Satoru stiffened above you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own climax. He groaned low, as he spilled himself into you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Satoru collapsed onto you, his body limp and completely spent. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You knew that staying quiet during sex would be especially challenging for Satoru, considering how vocal he was—in and outside of the bedroom. You stroked his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and planted a kiss on his damp temple.

"God, you have no idea how badly I needed that." He chuckled lowly.

"Me too, Toru." You smiled and quietly laughed.

---

The following morning, you found your parents bright and early in the kitchen. Your mother was busy at the stove, preparing breakfast, while your father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through the news.

"Morning," you offered, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Morning, honey," your mother replied, her voice warm.

"Satoru still asleep?" your father asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't get to sleep in often, so he's taking advantage," you explained with a nod. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept like a log," your father grinned, stretching his arms above his head.

Phew. You let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that your parents hadn't overheard last night's antics.

"Your place is like a five-star hotel!" your mother exclaimed, while flipping pancakes. "I slept like a baby."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your stay," you said, contentment clear in your voice.

Your father leaned back in his chair, giving you a playful look. "So, you and Satoru planning to tie the knot any time soon?" he teased, wiggling his bushy eyebrows.

"Honey!" your mother chided, shaking her head. "Leave the youngsters alone. They'll get married when they're ready." But you knew your mother was just as eager to have a son-in-law.

You laughed, blush dusting your face. In these moments, you realize that you were perfectly content with how things were between you and Satoru. It didn't matter where life led the two of you, as long as you were together.

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[arcadia-of-pluto]

Divisa; Five

Pairing(s); OT4 (5 possible 👀) x non- mc reader

^ each ending for a different LI and one ending with all

Word count; 2,285

Themes; reality hopping, alternative universe (same as in-game, but things are a little different!), doppelganger, multiple endings, slow-burn

Notes; Second update of the day 😤 my Tumblr is still acting wack, so this probably won't be edited much (italics and such), but it shouldn't hinder the reading experience!

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Well damn, there go your plans for the day, but at least you found a job! That's something to be proud of.

Baby steps…

You shake your head as you step outside of the Sugar Spoon cafe. Baby steps are better than nothing.

As for what to do with the rest of your day…you could stop by the Nest once again to look for Ezekiel and then after that you could head to Rafayel's art exhibit – maybe get that painting of your mom from him.

Hopefully you wouldn't have to use your Evol again. You were still feeling a little lethargic from the last usage. Your gaze drifts down to your hand and you flex it into a fist, watching the red and black energy crackle and swirl across your knuckles.

This had to be Sylus's Evol. But you're not exactly sure if you stole it from him or if it's just being borrowed for a short time. You hope for the latter, considering if you actually stole Sylus's Evol…he might kill you.

Let's say you borrowed it.

Yeah. That would ease your mind, even just a little bit.

Think of it like…Rogue from X-Men. You borrow powers with a single touch.

You could probably try it out on Rafayel later.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you begin to look around at all the people walking around Azure Square, the hoard of them waiting outside Philo for bouquets…

You fix your mask over your nose and start your short walk over to The Nest. Thankfully Azure Square was akin to an outlet mall, everything was close by and basically modeled around the picturesque water fountain in the center.

The bell above the door chimes as you step inside and you make your way over to the bar, getting comfortable on one of the plush barstools.

As you drum your fingertips against the marbled counter, a bartender makes his way over to you, “Would you – “

“Two red wines.” You hear a voice from behind you, your shoulders tensing up at how familiar the deep voice sounds, but you refuse to turn around.

…Maybe if you just ignore him, he'll go away…

“Are you trying to ignore me, sweetie?” You felt a light tapping on your shoulder and clear your throat, “Of course not, Carrion. I'd never ignore you. But I did hope you'd leave me alone…” You turn your head to look at the man behind you, giving him a once over before you sigh.

“Are you upset because I – “

“Because you ignored me? Only an insecure man would be upset over that.” Sylus crosses his arms over his chest and – while he may be hot, if he cuts you off one more time…

“I was going to say for borrowing your Evol.” You hum, lazily lifting your finger up in the air. A dark energy swirls around your finger before it wraps around his tie, yanking his body toward you until his chest is pressed against your back. “But…only an insecure man would be upset over that.” You throw his words back at him as the two wine glasses are set down in front of you.

You feel his breath against your ear as he scoffs, “Oh? So this is what you can do?” He muses, brushing the energy away from him as he takes a seat next to you at the bar. “Well isn't that intriguing…” His fingers rap against the marbled counter before he lifts his glass up, swirling the crimson liquid in a circular motion. Then, he tilts his head back, emptying the glass all at once.

As much as you'd love to have your drink…The mask stays on.

“Drink mine too.” You jerk your head in the direction of your glass. “I'm looking for someone, can't afford to drink and miss them, ya know?” When you lock eyes with Sylus, you swear you saw his right eye glow, but you quickly look away before anything can happen.

“Hmm…” Sylus tsks. “Who caught your eye? They can't be any better than me, that's for sure.” He leans forward, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm.

“I'm not looking for anyone like that.” You shake your head, however you almost fall out of your seat as another person enters the bar.

Silver hair…blue eyes…

Nope.

No.

You quickly turn back to face the bar, clearing your throat and deciding to use Sylus if he's offering. “I'm looking for Ezekiel. I was told he spends most of his time here, drinking.”

“The washed up hunter?” Sylus nods his head, his gaze drifts from Xavier and then back to you. “He caused quite the stir a few months ago, so he might be a bit harder to find.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head to the side, brows knitting together. “What happened?”

“He ran up to a famous hunter in tears, claiming she was his daughter.” The white haired man shrugs. “But then after she spoke, he left. So everyone just assumes he's going a bit crazy. You still sure you want to find him?”

Gemini.

He must've seen her…You felt your chest tightening as your gaze drifts to the floor. You could only imagine the pain of seeing someone who looks like your daughter, only for it not to be her. Especially a man who has been grieving for both his wife and daughter for over twenty years.

You clear your throat and firmly nod your head, “Of course I'm sure. That's my dad, I can't just…”

“Back corner of the room.” Sylus jerks his chin in the direction he barked out. “All alone, drinking. It's sad, really.”

But before you can walk away, you feel his fingertips brush against your shoulder. “I'd be careful saying you're his daughter, though. Y/n is trouble and, if you look like her, that's also trouble for you.”

Hmm…since Sylus is offering up information like that… “I may look like her, but we’re two entirely different people, trust me. The trouble that’s after her would be disappointed to find me instead.” It’s definitely not a lie. Anyone from Ever or the other love interests would be disappointed to find you instead. You don’t have an Aether Core nor do you have a Resonance Evol. “But before I go…” You spin back around to grab Sylus’s hand, smiling with your eyes as you speak, “If you don’t mind, I’ll be borrowing your Evol for a little bit longer.”

Then, you turn your head back to the corner of the room. Eyes set on the man seated on a bar stool, throwing back glasses of rum and coke. You throw your hand up as you walk away from Sylus and make your way over to Ezekiel - your father. You take a seat next to him at the bar, gently tapping the marbled counter with your fingers.

You brush aside the thought that Xavier, or even Sylus, could see you and you tug down your mask under your chin. Then, you clear your throat, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. You take a deep breath and lightly tap his shoulder. “Excuse me…” When he finally looks toward you, you give him a tiny wave, “Hey…”

“Look, I don’t - “ Ezekiel pauses, squinting his eyes at you as he wonders if maybe he did drink too much tonight. A groan slips from his lips and he rubs his eyes. “I think I drank too much…”

“Does this look familiar to you?” You take the polaroid out of your wallet and slide it over to him. “I’m honestly just as confused as you are.” You nervously chew on your bottom lip and decide to order yourself something sweet to drink since this is the longest you’ve left your mask down all day. “Are you really…?” He has a hopeful look on his face and the smallest of smiles tugs at his lips, “How’s M/n (Mom’s name) doing?”

His question really tugs at your heartstrings, because it’s the very first thing he asks. The first thing he worries about is your mother. A small smile tugs at your lips and you lightly shake your head, “She doesn’t really talk about it with me. She never remarried, she always seemed a bit sad, but I assumed it was because you were dead…Not separated like this. How did this even happen?”

No, seriously. That was an important question. You were so confused how this game world was somehow real and even how your mother got here. You assume it has something to do with your necklace, the reality stone or whatever it was called, but you’re still not sure of the logistics of it all.

“Your mother didn’t know much about it either. Though, she knew more than you since she told me it could only transport two people between realities. I did some more research after she was gone and I found that it’s supposed to help people find their soulmates no matter where they are.” Ezekiel says, but his voice is filled with confusion. Even he doesn’t fully understand it.

“Then, why didn’t she go back with you?” You ask, your hand subconsciously reaching up to grab the necklace that was under your shirt. “She was pregnant with you.” He sighs, running his index finger around the rim of his cup, “We were going to stay here and raise you in Linkon, but when a Deepspace Tunnel opened up in our home…All I could think about was keeping you both safe, so I told her to leave without me.”

“And…do you know why there’s another me running around because that’s really freaking me out.” It was a lot to take in, honestly. The fact that Linkon, that this universe, was the one you were supposed to be born in and that your mother had to be separated from her love to keep you both safe.

“Well…The only idea I have is, since your mother was pregnant with you when she left, the universe created another you to make up for the fact that you left, but the universe couldn’t make you both identical since they had no idea what you would look like and that’s how she came to be.” Ezekiel rubs his temples as if he felt a headache coming on. “I’m not entirely sure, and it’s dizzying to think about.”

That made the most sense to you as well. If you were supposed to be born here, you were already written in this universe, so it makes sense to create another you since you’re not here. But were you really that important to this world to where they needed to make a second you? But also if this stone sent you to a universe where your soulmate would be…That means your grandma really was engaged to a crown prince in another universe, and that you would find your own soulmate here. You’d bet your right arm that you were also the first in your family to be sent to the same universe as your parent, because that’s also a weird coincidence. What was so important in Linkon that two generations of your family were sent here?

“Well, good thing I still have the stone.” You’re thankful you haven’t taken it off and lost it, but you shouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch. “Oh, actually! Do you want to head to Azure Square with me and pick up a painting of Mom?” You unlock your phone to shoot a text to Rafayel about meeting up to collect the canvas.

You; “Hey! This is Comet from the Nest. Could I pick up that painting today in Azure Square?”

Rafayel; “?!”

“duh! U can pick it up today”

“my showcase is today but i can always sneak out for U”

Oh shoot, you forgot Auntie Taryn mentioned he had a showcase today. You pondered the idea of going in to pick it up, but there was always a risk of running into Gemini…

You; “It’s fine! I can always pick it up tomorrow, I don’t want to bother you”

Rafayel; “dun worry about it”

“U could never bother me”

“ill b out in a sec, gotta sneak away from thomas”

You put your phone back into your pocket and pull your mask up over your nose. “We’re good! He should be able to meet us in Azure Square in a few.” Ezekiel pauses for a moment, finally taking in what you said. “Wait, you mean the painting of your mother I had commissioned a few years ago from Rafayel? You have that artist’s number? How long have you been here again?” He raises a brow, suddenly feeling really worried about his daughter. You’ve only been here for a day or two and you’re already close enough with a famous artist that he’s willing to run out of his exhibit to run an errand for you?

“It’s not like that, Dad.” You lightly shove his shoulder with a small laugh. “I sold some of grandma’s antique coins to him in exchange for her painting.” You decide to leave out the fact that you also met the leader of Onychinus, because he’d probably have a heart attack on the spot. The two of you stand up and get ready to walk out of the Nest, but you feel someone catch you by the wrist.

You immediately tense up, feeling the now familiar energy swirling around your palm as you get ready to fight whoever grabbed you, but when you turn your head, you freeze.

Why the hell was Xavier stopping you? And why did he have that look on his face? That one sickeningly adorable expression that reminded you of a kicked puppy.

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WHAM!

Relationship: Wade Wilson/ Deadpool x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Innuendos, Brief Adult Content, Mentions of Drug Use

Word Count: 1,013

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Summary: A simple night with some good food and better music.

“Baby, is that the takeout for tonight?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ve got the goods. It’s gonna cost you though.”

Wade rounded the corner and set the bags down on the counter, before spinning his girlfriend around by the hips. They had the apartment all to themselves that evening, thanks to Logan taking Blind Al to his apartment for the night. And the couple was going to make the most of it.

“What’s it going to cost me, Mr. Pool?” She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. They began to sway gently to invisible music that only drifted in their touch.

“I think a kiss to start,” came his request. Looking to be deep in thought about it, he took it upon himself to surge forward and press his lips against hers. Both of them began to sink into the embrace that took over their bodies. However, the microwave beeped and brought them back into the world.

“Move, mister. Gotta get the popcorn out.” As she did, her boyfriend let out a loud gasp as she dumped the contents of the bag into a bowl.

“Is that the limited edition salt and vinegar popcorn? And are you going to put the caramel on the side so we can enjoy that as a post dinner snack with the movie?” He rattled off, clapping his hands together while watching like a parrot over her shoulder.

“Yes it is. And it will be perfectly cooled down for your preference by the time we’re done eating.” She moved on from the popcorn, and grabbed some forks and spoons for the takeout.

The couple moved to the table in the dining room, and began their meal. A usual takeout night was pizza or wings, but tonight was special. Wade had gotten the favorite pasta from that Italian joint down the road that they always went to. Light conversation flowed through the air as they continued to eat. Even with all of his wrinkly, dimpled, bold headedness, she still loved to look at him. It had been a challenging few years, but they made it work.

“You know what this needs?” Wade suddenly stood, and went over to the boom box that was tucked away into the corner of the room.

“No, no, Wade. Please don’t,” her begging did nothing but encourage him. He stuck a tape in and turned dramatically.

“Oh, yes baby, come on.” His hands grabbed hers, and placed them on top of his shoulders, while his went to her waist. The music flowed through the apartment, and wrapped around them as they not quite danced, but rather swayed together.

“Is that Wham?”

“Gotta say it right. It’s ’WHAM!’,” Wade dropped his voice to a near whisper, “the album gave them their exclamation point.”

“Whatever you say, honey.” She stood on her toes, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was certainly different than kissing someone without a mutation like his. But there was no one else in the world she would rather kiss. The rough outline of his lips, that were constantly slathered in chapstick to make it more pleasing for her, molded so perfectly with hers. Firm muscles under her hands, and dimpled skin underneath the tips of her fingers. He was the first one to pull away as the song trailed off.

“Movie time?” His voice was excited at the prospect of continuing their night.

“Are you saying that because you want to spend time with me in a horizontal position, or because you want the popcorn?” She teased.

“Oh I always love spending time with you horizontally. But I actually really want to watch the film.” Wade’s flirting was nothing new for her. In fact, it was a welcome part of her day and dialogue with him. She could automatically tell if something was wrong depending on if he did not make an innuendo or adult joke to her.

“Whatever you say big man. I’m bringing my spaghetti though. That stuff is so good.”

They grabbed their respect foods, and made their way to the couch. Plopping down, she watched as her lover set up the film on their brand new blu-ray player that was a gift from the TVA. Wade could have asked for anything, but he was a simple man at heart. He just wanted to be able to watch Golden Girls in perfect imaging for years to come. However, a new film filled the slot as the man made his way to the couch to sit next to his girlfriend.

“Really,” came her deadpan delivery; complete with expression to match.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” However, whether Wade was saying that about his popcorn that was now being dipped in caramel or the movie he had selected, she was not sure.

“It’s a ‘My Little Pony’ film.” All the different characters made themselves right at home on the screen before them while he turned to face her.

“Okay, Grouchy Bear. Just watch it, will you? They really teach you a lot about magic, friendship, and how to recognize red flags in the people in your life.” Wade went on to defend, but she dropped her face into her hands. She laughed lightly while peaking at him through her fingers.

“Alright. Just hit play.”

At her defeat, Wilson happily followed the order and tucked himself in. She put her food to the side after a couple more bites because she would much rather be doing things other than eating. While the food found a place on their coffee table, she found her spot tucked underneath her boyfriend’s arm so that she was snuggled into his side.

“It is a pretty good movie so far.” She whispered, not too sure if he had heard what she said.

“I know.” Wade responded, pressing a kiss to her hair. This was right where the both of them wanted to be. Just them two alone for some quality time. And paying absolutely no attention to the fact that Logan was yelling at Blind Al downstairs for offering to do cocaine with Laura.

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Chapter Three: Law & Ethics

Silver Spoons And Butterknives

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x President's Daughter!Reader

Chapter Summary: Foggy has some news to share with Matt. He doesn’t think much of it until he arrives late to his Law & Ethics class, and he meets you, the president’s daughter. Though you’re not at all what he expected you to be.

Chapter Specific Warnings: Gossip, awkward meet cute, bad jokes

WC: 4.7k

A/N: This took an embarrassing long time to edit, and I still wasn’t 100% happy with it, but that might just be my inner saboteur. It’s so awkward and a little cringe, but I thought it was kind of cute.

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January 2009.

Matt didn’t always know that he wanted to be a lawyer. His father joked about it from time to time when he recited Thurgood Marshall at the dinner table, but he never thought much about it until after the accident.

When he woke up in the hospital to the world on fire, even the most minuscule sounds threatened to burst his eardrums. He could hear the heartbeats of his doctors and the blood rushing through his father’s veins. He could hear the weight of concern in his voice, the slight rustle in his lungs from old injuries he had endured in the ring, and he could taste the salt of the tears Jack Murdock tried his hardest to hide as he shed them. 

Matt used to lie awake at night, listening to the world and letting the cool air brush his skin as he soaked up the comforting scent of the laundry detergent stuck to his favorite blanket. There was no catching sleep in a city that never slept. It kept him awake, but in a way, it was more therapeutic than the people in trauma recovery telling him to define himself by what he still had rather than what he’d lost. 

He was only eight years old when he first took note of everything wrong in Hell’s Kitchen, and everything wrong with Hell’s Kitchen turned out to be much, much worse. Injustice so far-reaching was a lot of weight for an eight-year-old to carry. 

It was no surprise that he ended up at Columbia when he did.

Foggy Nelson was the son of a butcher with a head full of hair and a heart full of gold. Matt was the orphaned son of a boxer who’d had nothing but a duffel bag full of his belongings from St. Agnes when he first arrived at Columbia University, and somehow, thanks to fate or some higher power, they landed in each other’s lives. 

His life changed for the better after that. 

They swore they would become the best damn lawyers New York had ever seen. So, they stayed, and more often than not, Matt wondered how he could be deserving of all this.   

The door to their shared apartment slammed shut. “Dude!” Foggy said. “You’re not gonna believe what I just found out.”

At the sound of his voice, Matt stopped brushing his fingers over the Braille in his textbook. “What?” he asked, adjusting the black-rimmed glasses on his nose. “What happened?”

Foggy dropped his bag on the couch. “Remember our new president?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, a little birdy just told me that his daughter’s starting law school this year. And, wait for it…” He snapped his fingers toward him, “She’s coming here!”

There it was again, that smile. The kind that reached from one ear to the other and stretched when he talked. 

Matt perked up at that. “Here?” he asked. 

“Yep.”

“And who told you that?”

“Some guys I ran into in the community room. Point is, I checked, and everyone’s tweeting about it.”

Most of the time, he tried to drown out the noise around him. Walking through life with his senses always sharpened, always focused, was utterly exhausting, so he tried not to. Matt tried not to listen to gossip or rumors or what was going on behind closed doors because he knew how quickly it could eat him alive. 

Though in a world increasingly more dependent on technology, where people were sharing their every move on social media, and news outlets made it their mission to tear public figures apart for the sake of entertainment, spreading gossip and rumors faster than people could make up their own, it was impossible not to listen sometimes. 

Presidents and their families had always been the center of attention of modern media, of course, but the way they dug their teeth into the newest electee resembled a pack of hungry hyenas that had never been this present before. 

“Isn’t his daughter, like, twelve?” he asked.

A frown creased Foggy’s brows. “What? No, his other daughter,” he said. “She’s a 1L, like us.”

“Huh.”

“Okay, your lack of enthusiasm is disappointing.”

Matt raised his hands. “I’m sorry. I just don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” he said.

“Did you hear the part where I said she’s the president’s daughter?”

“She’s not the first rich kid to go here, and she probably won’t be the last.”

Foggy was still staring at him as if he’d somehow transformed into an alien in the past five minutes. “She’s basically a celebrity,” he said.

“She’s also a total stranger,” Matt countered.

“A hot stranger.”

“Ah.” There it was. “Why am I not surprised?”

“What? It’s the truth.”

“So, what,” he asked, unable to contain the grin threatening to split his face apart, “you have a thing for her or something?”

“Would that be so wrong?” Foggy asked.

“I don’t know. You really think she’d want anything to do with guys like us?”

He shrugged. “Could be worse. My mom wanted me to be a butcher.”

“Oh,” Matt groaned. “Not again with the butcher story!”

“No,” he said, “I’m pretty sure the president would approve of the son of entrepreneurs who just happens to also be an aspiring lawyer for his daughter.”

“Entre–” He wheezed. “Okay, yeah, I’m sure he would be thrilled,” he said.

Foggy started making his way toward his room, seemingly determined to put on his best impression of an 18th-century town crier, “You mock me, Murdock, but when I emerge victorious, you’ll see!”

“I don’t think I will see anything.”

He paused in the doorway. “This is why you’re still a virgin,” he said.

Matt choked on his laugh. 

Before he could defend himself, though, Foggy’s door fell shut with a triumphant click, and he was left alone in the dark again.

You hated New York, and the day you arrived at Columbia University, you realized that New York hated you, too. 

The sheer terrifying magnitude of the city wasn’t what got you. It wasn’t the noise, the stench, or the garbage littering the streets. You were used to the feeling of a bigger city and everything that came with it. You’d grown up in one, after all. What got you—really got you—were the journalists chasing your tail, the inauguration, the White House, and the guard dogs who would not leave you alone. It was the whispers that followed you everywhere you went and every room you walked into.

The Secret Service at least did you the courtesy of changing into civil clothing when they followed you, but the students at Columbia knew. They stared at you, they snapped pictures when they thought you weren’t looking, and some waved when you walked by, but none of them talked to you. 

You hated New York, and New York hated you while your father was sitting carelessly in his ivory tower as if he hadn’t just ruined your life with a single phone call. He acted as though he’d never raised his hand at you, and you resented him for it. Perhaps he resented you, too.

You hadn’t seen your mother in weeks, either. She was still showing up as First Lady and smiled for the camera whenever he told her to, but you knew she wasn’t sleeping in the same room as him, probably not even in the same house. You didn’t even need to wonder about how long she could continue drinking herself half to death every night and still manage to pretend; she had proven time and time again that even though she wasn’t present, and she hated the fact she’d even had you, she would always show up to play this everlasting game of pretend for a man who did not love her. 

The world had become a transparent prison made of glass, and if you dared to throw the first stone, the walls would only crumble with you in them while everyone else watched.

You hadn’t asked for any of this, but you got it, and you had to learn how to live with it somehow. So, you walked into the lecture hall your first week at Columbia, sat down in the back, and made yourself impossibly small there. You thought you could cease to exist that way. You told yourself that perhaps it was a good thing that the city rejected you, for you weren’t planning on putting down roots, anyway. But you knew better than to truly believe it could be that easy.

Matt was late that morning, which was something that didn’t happen very often. He was meticulous with getting to class fifteen minutes early so he could find a seat away from the students who liked to talk, but Foggy had missed the deadline for signing up for Law & Ethics, and his alarm hadn’t gone off, so there he was, standing at the top of the staircase and scrambling to find a seat in the overcrowded lecture hall at eight in the morning. 

It was too loud for him to even hear his own thoughts, let alone search for an empty seat in the back that was far away from the chattier students. For a moment there, he considered turning around and going back home, but a sudden rush of static stopped him in his tracks. 

He hissed, “Ah!”

He could make out a voice, faintly. “Mercury is secure,” they said. “All clear.” Followed by two eerily steady heartbeats close to the entrance. 

The sound drilled a hole in his brain. He tried to shake it off, but to no avail. It lasted another agonizing five seconds before it finally ceased. And that was when he smelled it—a mixture of jasmine, roses, and peonies with a hint of something he could not quite put his finger on just yet. The world around him slowed to a crawl as the scent wrapped a noose around his neck. 

Matt took a step forward, then another, but he wasn’t sure where he was going.

The top two rows of the lecture hall were empty, except for one heartbeat seated in the third row, the second chair next to the aisle. It beat significantly faster than those outside, and that godforsaken scent hit him again.

You. You were covered in it.

For the first time that day, he picked up on the whispers. They only seemed to grow louder and spread with every passing second, and the puzzle pieces finally fell into place. 

“Excuse me,” he said, “is this seat taken?”

His voice was baritone, almost husky, yet the way he spoke was so incredibly soft that it knocked the air out of your lungs. Not sure if you’d heard right—it could have been a joke for all you knew—your head whipped around to face him.

The light was unflattering to anyone but him.

Your breath stuttered. He was wearing a dark navy sweater atop a white shirt, the leather band of a necklace peeking out from under the used collar, and his chestnut hair, albeit unruly and messy, framed his sharp complexions like an artwork cut from marble.

You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, but they were covered by a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The cane he was leaning on for support almost got lost on you.

“No,” you stammered.

Matt exhaled a huff of relief. “May I?” he asked. 

“Of course, let me just…” You scrambled for your bag. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He slid into the chair beside you, folding his cane and placing it on the edge of the table. “I’m Matthew, by the way.”

Matthew. Such a biblical name, you thought. He tilted his head in your direction, and for a moment there, you forgot what your name was. 

When you finally gave it to him, Matt tasted your name on his tongue with the same soft smile he had given you before, and he repeated it back to you. “Nice to meet you,” he said.

“You, too, Matthew,” you said.

And, oh. 

Oh.

Suddenly, your fluttering heart made sense because his did, too. 

The sweet cadence of your voice reminded him of a siren’s song, and he was anything but immune to how warm it made him feel inside. Like a hug, almost. He hadn’t had one of those in a while. You were gentle on his senses in a world that could so easily overwhelm him. 

To him, for the longest time, people like you had all been the same—rich people. He’d told himself you were all cut from the same white cloth, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and ignorant of the struggles of people like him. He wasn’t so sure about that anymore, though, because you were the exact opposite of who he thought you would be when Foggy told him that you were coming to Columbia. Or perhaps the scent of you simply clouded his judgment. 

You watched as his calloused hands took out a textbook, printed in Braille. His fingers danced over it to check if he’d picked the right one, and your gaze got caught on the veins adorning the back of his hand for the briefest moment.

“You’re new, right?” he asked then. 

You snapped out of it. “What makes you think that?” you asked. 

Matt shrugged, his cheeks glimmering light crimson. “I just… had a feeling. I’m not wrong, am I?”

“No.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I, uh, transferred here from Stanford.”

“Stanford?”

“Yeah.”

“May I ask why?”

It felt almost too natural, the way he asked. 

“Family reasons,” you answered. You weren’t lying, but your words were far enough from the truth that you would have needed a magnifying glass to find it. 

“Oh.” Matt hummed, slightly taken aback by the walls suddenly raised around you. “Right,” he said. 

You didn’t know that he already knew who you were. He’d heard every word ever said about you on campus and then some, all unsolicited opinions from strangers who did not know you, and he knew that you were lying, although he wasn’t sure why you would do that. He didn’t think the obvious truth was such a secret.

“My dad’s–” You stopped yourself before you could slip and said, “His new job kind of forced me to move closer.”

“What does he do?”

Your brain buffered. “He’s the manager of a very large company.” As soon as the words left your mouth, though, you realized how ridiculous they sounded. 

You looked at him, watched his lips form a soft ‘oh’, paused, and then, “I’m sorry,” you blurted. “That was a lie.”

Matt frowned. “Sorry?”

“I, uh, I’m President Grey’s daughter.”

The surprise on his face only lasted a mere second. “Oh.” 

You closed your eyes, trying to somehow steer away the cloud of embarrassment threatening to engulf you, but it was of no use. Your cheeks were already burning. “Yeah, I don’t know why I said that,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” 

“I swear I don’t normally lie to strangers.”

“Oh, good, ‘cause you’re terrible at it.”

You placed a hand over your heart. “Excuse me?”

Matt only lasted another second before he could no longer contain himself, and he burst out laughing. 

“That’s not funny,” you said, sliding further down in your chair. 

He pinched his fingers. “It’s a little funny,” he said. 

“No. I’m just gonna pray for the floor to open up and swallow me whole, thank you.”

“I don’t think that’s physically possible, but I could move seats if that would make you feel better.”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

You didn’t recognize yourself. This version of you was a different woman, a version that wasn’t associated with the most powerful man in the country, and a version that could be whoever she wanted to be. It was the kind of freedom you used to chase for a momentary high when you’d felt trapped in this world before, with men who had always made you feel less than but given you the illusion long enough for you to believe it. Indulging in it was dangerous, reckless, even, but oh, did it feel good.

And you gave in to the laugh bubbling up your throat. “No,” you said, your voice softer now. “It’s okay.”

Matt tried hard not to show it, but his smile gave him away. “Okay,” he said. He preferred this spot, anyway. 

Though he had layered up to withstand the cold of January, there wasn’t much hiding the muscles underneath. They strained against the fabric around his chest and his arms. He was broad, you noticed, average in height, but built in a way that, if it hadn’t been for the sheer insecurity laced in his features, would have been utterly intimidating. 

Whenever he smiled, you felt yourself melting a little more. He was the person to deploy faux confidence to fool those around him into thinking he had the experience to back it, even though he was the most awkward and nerdiest boy in the lecture hall, and to you, that was utterly endearing. 

“Just for the record,” you turned to him, “I’m usually a much better liar.”

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Do you usually brag about that?” he asked. 

“I–” Your jaw dropped. “No!”

You were seriously starting to question your sanity. Why you were bragging about your most undesirable quality was a mystery, even to you, and the fact that he seemed beyond amused by your antics was not helping your case. 

He rendered you stupid, completely useless, and a mess, and it had taken not even five minutes of you knowing each other. This man was a stranger. Admittedly, a very attractive and jacked stranger with a voice made of silk, but a stranger nonetheless. At this rate, you were soon going to bury your dignity forever in a clown’s costume.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried to explain, but he started laughing again, the kind that rumbled in his chest like a small thunderstorm, yet warmed you like the summer sun.

“I don’t brag about being a good liar,” you insisted. “That wasn’t bragging. I didn’t mean–”

“I know,” Matt giggled. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding.”

“Oh.”

His fingers found your arm without meaning to, and they stopped there, brushing your skin. “You’re good.”

You stared down at his hand, then back up at him. It only seemed to hit him then what he was doing, your skin so incredibly soft underneath his fingertips. He shied away just as quickly as he had touched you.

“Sorry,” he breathed.

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” you said. 

For a moment, all he could hear was his heart pounding against his ribcage, and the blood rushed right back to his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to. He was controlled by a side of him he did not recognize, a man fueled by whatever the opposite of rationality was. You took a defibrillator to his nervous system, shocked him once, then twice, and his world on fire burned even brighter. 

He went quiet after that. 

The air between you changed in the blink of an eye. It made you dizzy, suddenly, and the silence kept growing until it became deafening.

“Okay,” you said under your breath, “this is weird.”

“What?” Matt asked.

“Nothing, I just… Can we start over?”

He adjusted his glasses. “Um…”

You offered your hand to him. It was shaking, but with a smile tugging nervously at the corners of your lips, you said your name again. 

“Are you–” He raised his hand, seemingly unsure. 

You almost pulled back again to smack yourself. “Yes, sorry,” you said. “I’m, uh, offering my hand.”

He chuckled. Thank God, he chuckled, and his face lit up with something other than a blush. “Matt Murdock,” he said. 

The awkwardness faded into a dull pounding of embarrassment inside your brain.

“Nice to meet you, Matt Murdock.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” and he repeated your name in the same way he had before, the kind that made your heart flutter.

Matt pulled away first, albeit with a smile threatening to split his face apart, and you did the same. Neither of you said anything more. 

For the first half hour of the lesson, you were adequately distracted by the onslaught of information dumped on you. The steady clicking of Matt’s notetaker beside you was soothing to your rattling brain, soothing enough for your mind to trail off. You listened to his fingers ghosting over the Braille, even glanced at him and how his brows furrowed when he was concentrating, and somewhere along the way, you stopped listening to whatever Professor Hindley was telling you about the syllabus.

You snapped out of it when a student raised their hand to ask a question, and Matt stopped typing. 

“Essay,” he whispered. 

“What?” you asked. 

He leaned in a little closer, lips twitching. “Final exam’s gonna be an essay.”

“How did you–”

“You weren’t typing.”

“Oh.” You smiled. “Thanks.” 

You missed the E on your keyboard at least three times before you finally managed to write the word down. 

“…and I want you guys to take a quick look at this,” Professor Hindley said, lifting a pocketbook that you had to squint your eyes at to make out. “You’re all gonna need a copy.”

Matt’s resigned sigh made you turn to him. 

He tilted his head. “Sorry,” he said. “Seems like I forgot my reading glasses.”

And you outright snorted. 

The room was dead quiet, but you laughed anyway. It was the kind of sound born from deep within your soul that you just couldn’t stop. He joined in, too, as if it had been his mission all along to make you laugh. 

You’d never laughed like that. Or you couldn’t remember the last time, anyway. 

“These are the Model Rules of Professional Conduct,” the professor continued, then paused when his eyes fell on you.

You slapped a hand in front of your mouth. 

He glared directly at you, both of you. “Unfortunately, it doesn’t teach you how to behave in a classroom, but they do establish the ethical and professional responsibilities of legal professionals,” he said. 

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, but before you could feel bad about your rather unprofessional conduct, Matt murmured, “Well, excuse me for being blind.”

You choked. “Oh, my God.”

The rest of the lecture, you had to look anywhere but him as you tried to keep your composure from withering away. Matt’s heart, however, kept dancing in circles like a Ballerina on steroids. 

When Professor Hindley excused you and you started packing up to leave, you couldn’t help but steal another glance at him. He traced his fingers along the surface of his desk to find his cane, then slowly rose to his feet, slinging his satchel over his shoulder as he went. He had his head tilted in your direction, still, or maybe you were just imagining it.

He called your name softly, “You dropped something.”

You hadn’t noticed your schedule flying out of your bag. He was holding the useless piece of paper out to you so patiently, and you quickly scrambled for it. “Thanks,” you said. 

He smiled. “What class do you have now?” 

“Constitutional Law, I think. You?”

“Criminal Law,” he said. “What room are you in?”

You checked. The amalgamation of letters and numbers made little sense to you. “Um, 114. Wherever that is,” you said.

“I’m headed in the same direction. I can walk with you, if you want.”

You stammered, but no actual words would come out.

Matt shifted from one foot to the other. “Or not. I just… I’ve been here for four years, so I know my way around.”

“No,” you quickly answered, stuffing the document back into your bag. “No, it’s alright. I, uh, I’d appreciate that, actually. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” he said. 

You bit back a smile. “After you, then.”

Matt took a few steps forward, tapping his cane in search of the edge of the staircase. Once he found it, he stopped, and he reached for your arm. “May I?” he asked.

You closed the gap between you. “Of course,” you said.

His hand wrapped around your bicep. “Thank you.”

You navigated the two of you effortlessly through the door back into the hallway. Something else took over then. He couldn’t tell whether you were scared or ashamed, or maybe—probably—both. 

Heads turned your way, but they hardly mattered. You were all over him. He breathed a little faster just to smell that perfect harmony of jasmine, roses, and peonies of your perfume, and that scent hiding underneath that was uniquely yours. You were the kind of immersive experience he wanted to drown in. 

The static he’d picked up on before tore through the air again. The voices grew closer, and the footsteps heavier. You clutched your bag a little tighter.

“The men following us,” Matt asked, “they’re Secret Service, right?”

You looked at him as if he were a madman. “How?” you asked.

He made a series of unintelligible sounds. “Uh, it’s a blind thing,” he said. 

You were still staring blankly at him.

“Besides,” he added, “people talk.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“They’re keeping you safe, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but as you said, people talk, and–”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said.

Deep down, you knew that. It was an objective truth. You hadn’t done anything. But the guilt was always there, gnawing and eating away at you. It defied all truth and reason, and you were helpless to its power. 

You were lying to yourself. He didn’t care. Matt was a stranger to you, and just because he was the only person willing to talk to you, it didn’t mean you mattered. Because in the greater scope of things, nothing really mattered.

His grip on your bicep tightened as if he could somehow read your mind. 

“By the way,” he broke the silence, “I think my roommate, Foggy, has a crush on you.”

You snorted. “Oh? And you’re telling me this to what, set us up?”

His eyes crinkled in the corners when he laughed. “No, I’m just letting you know before you run into him and he tries to, uh, shoot his shot with you or something,” he said.

“You make him sound like a menace to society,” you teased.

“He kind of is. Especially when he sings Lady Gaga at three in the morning.”

You gasped. “You don’t like Lady Gaga?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really listen to a lot of pop music.” A pause. “I like records, though,” he said.

“Jazz?” you asked.

“Yeah. How did you–”

“I just had a feeling.”

He only smiled. 

You walked in silence for a minute more until he gently tugged at your arm. “We need to take a right here,” he said. 

You rounded the corner, and sure enough, you were standing in front of room 114. 

“I guess this is me,” you said. 

“I guess so.”

“Thank you for walking with me.”

Matt’s hand slipped from your bicep, but he didn’t stray very far. “My pleasure,” he said. 

You looked down at where his fingers were toying with your shirt sleeve. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before he realized what he was doing, and he pulled away again. 

He cleared his throat. “See you next week?”

“What, you’re not sick of me yet?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Ask me again next week.”

You chuckled—giggled, even—all to conceal the fact that your knees were about to give out. 

“Then I guess I’ll see you next week,” you said. 

Matt tapped his cane against the floor, once. “Yeah, see ya.”

But he didn’t walk away, not yet. He tilted his head toward the door, listening as you entered. Your shoes scraped across the linoleum floors. Fast, at first, then they slowed down. You found a seat in the back again, and you sat down, motionless. You curled in on yourself like a chameleon adjusting to its environment, and then you disappeared into the crowd, your heartbeat tuned out by countless and meaningless others. 

At least he could still feel you in the palm of his hand, even when he turned and made his way down the hall to his classroom. 

Matt had always tried to keep his head down so that one day, he could fight for those whom the system failed to protect, but suddenly, none of that seemed to matter anymore because all he wanted to figure out now was you. 

You were the only case he wanted to solve, and he had to admit, distraction had never felt better.

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