#claire blabbers

[lorekeeper-backset]

I love Pokémon's themes about what it means to be an adult and how it's the duty of adults to set a good example and leave behind a better world for the next generation.

#pokemon #backset blabbers #pokemas #clair pokemon #gym leader clair

[fleetn-crab85]

More Danger 5 posting as I will single-handedly give life to this show on Tumblr (just watch me)

#I love this dysfunctional spy family #danger 5 #claire of danger 5 #jackson of danger 5 #tucker of danger 5 #pierre of danger 5 #ilsa of danger 5 #crab’s favorite shows #crab’s blabbering

[ride-a-dromedary]

I also love that Claire accepted his explanation as well. It showed a great level of acceptance of who he is and how he interacts with the world. She's not projecting emotions on to him.

Absolutely - Claire has also done some growing from their previous relationship (which goes hand in hand with Isaac's observation that "A relationship is best served when both parties make a commitment to its longevity" - in other words, they both make the effort to meet in the middle of the road), and seems to be really trying not to project her own idea of emotion onto him.

She is no longer assuming things onto Isaac, which is a great step forward. She asks, potentially, for clarification towards his reasoning, associating it with something she is able to understand, but she always *asks* the question now - or summarizes what he tells her to the best of her ability. And takes his cue from there. And Isaac takes her reasoning in turn.

She also seems to have taken what Ty said to heart. Recall in Identity Part 1, when Claire attempts to soothe Ty's broken heart by explaining that "Isaac doesn't have feelings like biological people do," to which Ty very quickly responds "Yes, he does." It's a very poignant example of Ty - essentially - pointing out that just because Isaac is not able to express himself in ways biological organisms can always understand, that doesn't mean he "feels" *nothing*; it means he "feels" *differently* (using the term "feels" loosely here). And making the assumption that because they cannot necessarily recognize his thought and behaviour process as tangible, that he therefore does not feel at *all* is not giving credit where credit is due. By allowing Isaac this, it does not invalidate what he is able to process; what he is learning and what he expresses. It is not *nothing* - he's proved several times it is not *nothing*. It is just different. And I think Claire understands that more than ever now.

#ty yet again being the only correct one about isaac my perfect baby boy #he has always loved isaac unconditionally just thr way he is and i think claire learned from that #Jemi talks the Orville #Jemi gets asks #jibber jabber blabber bluff #clisaac

[rescuefield-arch1]

someone on reddit really had the audacity to tell me that since claire had feelings for neil it's not far fetched she would keep quiet about his plans and the corruption in terrasave 💀

#have we played the same game? have we not watched the ending of ID? #claire becomes a stone cold bitch and i actually love it so much bc it's not her personality BUT one thing for sure #she'll never turn a blind eye when it comes to corruption no matter who's the culprit #to save face this person started blabbering about how nobody knows what happened on sejm which is not true #since in heavenly island claire mentions there's been a joint investigation about it 😬

[stvolanis]

oh nothinggg, just thinking about Spooky x Bimbo! Reader

god, Spooky can’t stand you. always wearing those shorts—the ones that your ass cheeks hang out in. running around with your flimsy tube tops, nipples peeking through. Somehow being mixed into his brothers friend group, but not being involved in their messes. You were kinda just the friend they kept around cause your daddy sells weed to the people in Brentwood, so they got major discounts! but of course they loved you.

god, the amount of times he’s gotten a flash of the thin little hot pink thong straps you wear—or when you bend over to pick up something right in front of him; he thinks you’re doing it on purpose at this point! So he’s puzzled when you stand back up and whip around with an oblivious smile and innocent look in your eyes. He always has to do the thinking for you cause your silly brain can’t really comprehend what’s going on with the freakin roller world money your friends keep blabbering about that spooky wasn’t supposed to know about! Too bad, you already told him when you were mindlessly yapping about your day!

he would totally say something like, “didn’t know I was gettin a free show, baby.” After he walked in on your trying to shimmy off your skin tight, mid thigh dress. You blushed and weakly tried to shove him out of the room, only in your panties and matching bra. But it was like pushing a brick wall, and the way your clothed breasts pressed against him had him going crazy! So he felt like his body acted on its own when he grabbed the flesh of your ass with one hand, and your throat with the other.

He inhaled your scent, muttering a string of profanities in his mother tongue as he kissed the side of your jaw. “Been tempting me too much lately, cariño. M’only a man at the end of the day.” He breathed against you, watching the way your shorter body trembled under his touch. “I have needs. N’ it’s your job to take care of them like I always take care of you, ma.”

so of course as soon as he said that, his hand harshly pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to him. He pinched one of your nipples, pulling it a little before releasing. Soon, your knees collided with the hard wood beneath you’d, and his cock was slapping against your cheek, leaving a trail of his sticky pre-cum. “S’right, niña. Put that pretty mouth to better use.” He smirked—that fucking smirk. The one that made you week in the knees.

You knew you were done for.

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[consuming-karma]

BABY’S FIRST EARRINGS.

buwan’s notes: usually I’d say smth about not being able to have a baby in this economy but I have severe baby fever this week teehee— apologies for the rlly bad writing also- this kinda sucked because I only rlly managed to work on this when I wasn’t working on my papers or my artwork sighh.

episode summary: it’s time for your baby bat’s first piercings! During your trip, you realize why it may not be such a good idea to bring the boys with you.

content warnings: might bring you baby fever as well, piercing a baby’s ears, emotional vamps.

taglist: @britany1997

[poly!the lost boys x mama!reader.]

“Wait, what do you mean you wanna pierce her ears?” Marko looked at you with a bewildered expression, staring at you as if you had two heads.

You bounced your baby on your hip, her giggles intensifying as the little jumps seemed to amuse her. “I think our baby bat would look adorable with earrings, hun!” You tensed your shoulders to show your baby bat to your husbands who all sat unconvinced.

“babe, she’s a baby bat, she doesn’t need piercings right away.” Paul pointed out confusingly. Marko nodded his head along, agreeing with his terror twin.

“I agree pretty, our baby can get her piercings when she’s older,” Marko walked up to you, his hands tucking themselves into yours to move Darlene into his arms.

“She is! Darlene’s turning one!” You argued, looking at Marko with a pout, letting the curly blonde take your baby from your arms.

“She’s still a babe! Besides she’s got her teens.” Marko grinned and gave her a small rub on the nose with his, making her squeal.

“It’s a norm, hun. She won’t feel a thing, promise!” You crossed your fingers on your undead chest, smiling innocently as the boys all looked at each other for further action.

“I mean..” Dwayne didn’t finish his sentence after that, only shrugging as he looked towards David who seemed to be thinking. “it wouldn’t be so bad.” David looked at you, as if saying ‘it better won’t hurt, he’s an asshole, but he will cry if his baby girl cries’.

You grinned, happy with the outcome of the conversation. “Hear that, baby bat? You’re gonna get earrings like your mama!” You giggled, pulling her from out of Marko’s arms and snuggling her to your chest, obviously excited.

“Is this really a good idea?” Paul looked at David, the platinum blonde shrugged before lighting another one of his cigarettes, the whole other side of the room away from his baby. “It’s an idea, that’s for sure.” David answered between gritted teeth, his cigarette between it as he opened his Zippo lighter.

The rest of the boys shrugged and focused their attention on you, where they saw you coddling their only offspring, making blabbering sounds and squealing at how cute your little bat was.

In their heads, all they thought was that it was going to be a-okay, and that their Darlene wouldn’t notice and would handle the pain.

They didn’t know how bad of an idea it was until they had arrived at the overnight mall to the local medical clinic.

“Ok Darlene, ready to be the cutest bling baby in the world?” You asked in a baby voice, Darlene could barely reply to you as she was only five months old, her vocabulary consisting of ‘wahs’ and ‘woos’.

“So where are we getting her pierced?” Dwayne walked up to the two of you, his hands instantly grabbing hold of your waist and under your sweater as his fingers connected with your soft skin.

You smiled at the comforting gesture, before pointing to the seemingly squeaky clean clinic at the mall. “There, the clinic.” Dwayne glanced at you with an unreadable expression before giving his baby, Darlene, a strained smile. “Why not Claire’s, babe?” Paul pointed to the purple and pink glittery store of girlishness.

“No! Claire’s doesn’t even clean their needles, my baby deserves the cleanest out there.” You stated, determined to not spend another sleepless night because your baby got a sickness.

Paul let out a scoff, looking off to the side, mumbling. “I got pierced there just fine..”

You blew a raspberry into her chubby cheeks, making her squeal and grab onto your hair, making you laugh. The group of you walked to the clinic, Marko and Paul bumping into people half of the way since they kept making funny faces at Darlene, instead of looking ahead of them.

“I know a doctor here, so she’ll be fine, isn’t that right baby bat?” You smiled in relief as Darlene grabbed onto your finger. “Oooh~ I can’t wait until you’re all blinged up and matching earrings with me, baby bat!” You felt yourself shake with glee, excited to see your baby get her first piercings.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna be so great?” Paul looked at Dwayne, who seemed to think the same thing, watching you walk up to the front desk.

“Nah, I get you bud, I’ve got the bad kind of butterflies in my tummy right now.” Marko agreed, patting his tummy as if it would help with the feeling.

“Now boys, we gotta trust our girl, I’m sure she’s got it under control.” See, now David’s lying to himself, he’s got the shivers, but he doesn’t want to be an ass in front of his little girl.

“David! I need your signature!” You called out, ripping the platinum blonde away from his boys. Your arms held your baby girl to your chest, she was busy babbling and grabbing onto your shirt, unaware of her surroundings.

You cooed, kissing your baby’s forehead before looking up, David looked at you with a look, before looking down at the clipboard that held a document, you walked to his side, your finger pointing to the blank form.

“Here, sign.” You brought the pen close to him, David glanced at you, you glanced back, before looking down at the document. The platinum blonde picked up the pen and signed, unsure what the paper was for.

“What’s taking so long? Thought we’re getting her pierced?” Paul walked up, looking down at the paper. “Might as well get her checked out, just in case.” You shrugged, passing the finished clipboard to the nurse, who checked out the paper.

“Alright, you can wait for a bit, I’ll get you and your baby ready.” The nurse smiled, pointing to the direction of the waiting room. “I still don’t get why this mall has a clinic.” Marko looked around the clean and dull room.

“Don’t know, but I’ll say it’s convenient.” Paul shrugged, happily taking a seat at one of the many plastic chairs. You followed suit, sitting beside Paul, the blonde instinctively placed his arm around your shoulders, his gaze instantly locking onto his baby girl.

“Hi buttercup, ready for your piercings? Gonna look cool as your daddies!” Paul’s free hand reached across to squeeze your baby’s chubby cheeks, she happily cooed, grabbing against the blonde’s big hands.

Paul couldn’t help but grin at the small gesture, seeing both of his chubby baby’s palms not even be able to cover his one hand. Darlene reached up to tug at his bracelets, in awe of one of her dad’s jewelry.

The rest of the boys looked on in amusement, absolutely adoring their little baby in your lap. They hoped that their baby bat wouldn’t grow up too soon, it felt like you popped her out not even a week ago!

“Darlene Powers?” You jumped at the sudden calling of your baby, looking up to see your friend. You waved excitedly, she was one of your mom friends, spending the third trimester of your baby with her as she was also pregnant with her own son.

“Abby! Hi!” You greeted, gently sitting up and walking towards the doctor, who smiled and greeted your baby with a gentle wave. “Nice seeing you here, (Y/N)! You too, baby Darlene!” She giggled, pinching your baby’s cheeks.

The boys followed with you, walking further and further into the bright halls of the clinic as Abby ushered you into a vacant room. “When do you think we could get our babies together for a play date? I think Darlene would get along with Avery.” You giggled, gushing with Abby with her baby.

“Soon enough, girl! we could leave them with my husband, and maybe treat our selves because god knows we need it.” Abby joked, pointing to her eye bags.

“Oh my god, yes! I need a break!” You laughed, sitting down at one of the chairs in the room.

Paul whispered to you, looking at Abby with a confused expression, “is Avery a girl or boy?” You looked at Paul mirroring his own expression. “Why does it matter?” You replied.

“well, don’t want our little girl already meeting some dude when she hasn’t even been on earth for long..” Paul shrugged, leaning back. You smacked his arm for thinking like that, you were definitely annoyed.

The boys seemed to quiet down, only mumbling at each other. David leaned against the wall as Marko and Paul opted to sit on the examination bed in the room. Dwayne sat in the extra chair in the room with his arms crossed.

“Okay, so I’m hearing that you’re getting this little cutie her first piercings?” Abby pinched Darlene’s cheeks once again, obviously falling victim to the baby fat.

“That’s right, want her to be matching me and her daddies, isn’t that right, baby bat?” Darlene seemed to babble, as if answering your question. “She’s a gem.” Abby awed at Darlene before looking off to her papers.

“Do you want to get her checked out first, or should we get it over with?” Abby asked, looking at the boys for clarification. David and the boys looked at her with blank expressions, unsure. They looked off to you, they were only greeted with an expectant look from you.

“You’re the dads, not me.” You jogged your knee, calming Darlene down as you waited for their answer.

“I guess, uh check her out first?” Dwayne answered for his brothers, looking at you reluctantly before watching Abby nod and grab another sheet of paper. “Alright then, let‘a see if this pretty cutie has anything.” Abby cooed, grabbing her stethoscope.

“Seems like Darlene doesn’t have anything bad, she’s perfectly healthy, good for you dads!” Abby gave the boys a closed smile, before pulling out the equipment for your baby’s piercings.

“I suggest one of your husbands hold Darlene, (Y/N). Babies can get pretty squirmy when the gun’s in the ear.” Paul suddenly shot up in alarm. “Gun?” Paul asked, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s a piercing gun.” You nonchalantly replied, watching your friend sterilize her equipment before looking at you expectantly.

Paul looked at Marko with genuine fear, Marko shrugged as well, looking at David, who didn’t bother to continue eye contact.

“Oh? Oh! Dwayne, switch with me, you gotta hold her.” You stood up with your baby, waiting for your dark-haired boyfriend to move. “Why me?” Dwayne looked at you with confusion.

“Okay don’t switch with me, don’t hold your baby ever again.” You looked at him with a deadpanned expression, Dwayne jumped out of his seat and switched with you. “Okay! Okay.” He felt himself break into a cold sweat as you smiled and placed his baby on his lap.

“Okay, I need you to hold her to your chest, put your hand on her forehead like this.” Abby gently placed her hand on Darlene’s head, her palm curling around your baby’s forehead.

Dwayne did as he was told, holding Darlene to his chest confusingly. The boys watched on looking relaxed, you watched as Abby readied the needle of the gun, you handed her the bat studs you had picked out the night before as she loaded the gun.

“Alright, don’t flinch, she’ll feel it too.” Abby warned Dwayne before gently placing your baby’s earlobe into the gun, getting ready to pierce.

Dwayne held Abby’s forehead firmly yet gently, trying to keep his baby still, he felt anxious at the piercing gun in his daughter’s ear. Abby softly counted down from three before quickly pushing on the trigger, a small click being heard.

Paul flinched at the sound of the piercing gun while Marko bit his thumb from to keep him screaming out, even David couldn’t get his eyes off the gun. As soon as the piercing gun retreated for the next earring, the boys turned to Darlene.

What the boys were expecting was a small whimper or a surprised coo from the sudden pierce, but what they got instead is a heartbreaking wail.

You couldn’t help but pout and coo at your baby. “Oh darlie, it’s okay hun,” you gently patted your baby’s thigh as she let out wails and tears rand down her rosy cheeks.

Dwayne looked in pain at Darlene’s wails, feeling the vibrations of his baby crying in his chest as he grunted in guilt, he cringed at Darlene’s squirming as she cried, looking up at you with a glare.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boys’ reaction, snickering in your seat at they all glared at you as if you had personally pierced their baby girl.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” You managed to spit out between laughs, looking around the room to see Dwayne and David burning the hardest holes into your face. “You said it wouldn’t be bad.” Dwayne spoke in gritted teeth.

“I never said it wouldn’t be bad, but I didn’t say it would feel nice either.” You scoffed playfully, your dark-haired boyfriend clenching his jaw in guilt and obviously upset that he was tricked into making his baby cry.

“Babe, I don’t think I’d ever say this but I really truly hate you.” Paul shook his head, using his wrist to cover his eyes. “Are you crying?! Paul?!” You spoke, appalled at Paul’s behaviour.

“My baby girl is crying! Why the fuck wouldn’t I!” Paul cried out, his sniffles melding with your baby girl’s wails. Dwayne let out a guilty sigh, bouncing his knee to soothe their baby girl.

“She’s almost done, c’mon guys!” You looked around the boys, seeing Marko biting his thumb and looking away, Paul gently looking over your baby’s ear and Dwayne pinching the bridge of his nose.

You looked over to David, who seemed to stare at the wall and wipe his cheek before he sniffled loudly. “David? You too? Really?” You turned to the platinum blonde, who just glared at you.

His loss for words only made you laugh harder as you held your stomach. Abby giggled, before asking Dwayne to turn their baby bat’s head to the side for the second ear.

Dwayne looked up at David with a ‘do I really have to?’ Look, refusing to hear his baby’s heartbreaking wails once again. David just gritted his teeth and gave him a look that told the dark-haired man to just do it.

Abby readied the gun once again, counting down. Marko couldn’t watch again as he had turned completely around, his eyes shut and his thumb in his mouth. If Marko still didn’t have the instincts to stop before he could’ve made a mark in his thumb, he’d have lost it biting it hard.

The rest of the boys were all dreading it, the trigger of the gun as it pierced through their sweet Darlene’s earlobes.

Abby gently placed her finger on the trigger before finishing her countdown, “one, two, three!—“ the trigger was pulled back as everyone besides you and Abby jumped in their spots, another round of wails and cries left your baby as you cooed, trying to soothe your baby girl.

“Oh, poor baby! It’s over, honey! No more!” You pouted, instantly taking your baby girl out of Dwayne’s arms, the dark-haired boy leaned back and closed his eyes, gulping anxiously.

“Don’t say that, babe! You’re the one who wanted her ears pierced!” Paul cried out, obviously as upset as his baby bat.

You looked around once more at the boys, David was no longer on the wall, his hands were on his hips like an old dad, looking down at the ground.

Marko had quickly walked up to his baby, looking at the earrings with a weak smile, “you look so pretty bubba, the prettiest baby out there.” He spoke, obviously shaken by their baby’s cries.

Paul had no longer leaned against the examination bed but had somewhat crouched down, his hands on his knees as if he ran a marathon.

“Oh my god, guys! Grow up, you’re acting like big babies and you weren’t even the ones who got pierced.” You rolled your eyes, thanking your friend for making a better earring than the sixteen year old workers at Claire’s.

Your friend laughed as she watched the boys maintain their posture, obviously amused by their reactions.

“I never wanna hear her cry like that again..” Paul said into his hands as you guys walked out of the clinic. You giggled, patting the boy’s back as he walked beside you and Darlene, gently pinching her cheeks.

“girl, give me my baby!” Marko spat out, reaching for his baby and taking her from your arms, you let out a small hey before Marko walked away from you, looking down at his baby bat.

“Oh bubba, they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? You look so pretty,” Marko cooed, rubbing the back of his hand on your daughter’s baby cheeks.

“when you grow up, you can take dada’s other earring and wear it as well.” Marko softly grinned, bouncing Darlene in his arms as your baby had stopped crying and was now cooing.

“Maybe next time I won’t bring you guys, you four cried more than she did.” You teased, watching Marko make funny faces at Darlene in hopes of trying to get her to laugh.

“There’s a next time?!”

“Babe, you’re evil!”

“Like hell!”

“there’s no next time after that!”

The boys all yelled out in unison, looking at you with glared that could burn a hole into your head. “I’m kidding! Well, half- if Darlene wants any more in the future, then I wouldn’t stop her.” You giggled, the boys visibly relaxed at your words, two of your boys putting a hand on their chests.

“We love you mamas, but no, I think seeing my baby bat cry like that felt like a stake to the heart.” Dwayne kissed your temple as he walked past you with David, who kissed you on the lips.

The boys started to head towards the exit of the overnight mall, huddling around Marko, who held your baby girl in his arms. They all cooed and pinched her cheeks, a look of adoration and love all their faces.

You watched Dwayne gently hold your baby’s ears, looking at the pretty silver studs in her ears. You can see Dwayne whisper something to your baby before pulling back, a soft smile on his face.

David seemed to give a look to Marko, which made the curly-headed blonde hand Darlene to him. David gently held your baby in his arms, a rare smile painting his face.

Marko and Paul wouldn’t seem to leave your baby alone as the continued to dote on her, you felt your heart warm at the fact that your baby bat would have such loving boys as fathers.

“What a bunch of babies.” You softly laughed, before catching up to your family and getting ready to retreat back to the cave, something tells you that piercing your baby’s ears was an event enough for the night.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #✦ paul’s karma. #the lost boys x reader #✦ marko’s karma. #✦ david’s karma. #✦ dwayne’s karma. #✦ the lost boys’ karma. #the lost boys x you #tlb #tlb x you #tlb x reader #tlb imagine #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader #poly lost boys

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4082 (chapter 41)

41. Guilty Crimes

The return to Hell's Kitchen felt stepping into an active war zone. You felt guilt heavy on your chest like a rock for sleeping with Max. Well... Kind of. It was hard for you to evaluate the level of seriousness of the situation that you've put yourself in. You weren't sure of your relationship with Matt in the first place, so this shouldn't feel like cheating... Yet it felt like something even worse than that.

Stepping out of the taxi, you inhale fresh air and look at the building in front of you. Nelson and Murdock. Maybe you should've gone to visit Matt, but you returned late at night and went straight to bed, so who could blame you for that one? You didn't trust your own mind and what you could possibly say to him after your stay in LA. 

The stairs to the office felt longer than ever, and the locked doors of the office definitely didn't add any more glory to the whole situation. "What?" You rattle the knob again, yet the doors remain locked. "Obviously, right when I don't have the fucking key." You sigh to yourself, checking the time, just in case - 10 am. Before you could even decide what to do, your fingers were already dialing Matt. After a couple of seconds, he answers:

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hi." Suddenly it felt awkward to call him, "I'm near the office. It's locked." You exhale loudly, and Matt's interest spikes up, "Where are you guys? Well, Foggy... Or Karen... I understand that you're at home... Resting." Matt's silence made you stutter and blabber nonsense, and you finally stop, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm home. You don't have a key?"

"No."

"I'll give you mine." Matt replies nonchalantly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

"Do you need anything? I can stop by the store."

"No, thanks." He says and ends the call, weirdly enough not very talkative.

*** 

On your way to Matt's flat, you're so lost in your head that you almost bump into a woman at the beginning of the stairs. "Oh, sorry." She says and you shoot her a distracted smile, but then you recognize her-

Or at least you think you do, but she definitely recognizes you from the hospital, and hurries away before you can say anything to her. The voice was so familiar to the one you've heard while you were unconscious from the poisoned champagne. You knock on Matt's door, holding a bag in your left hand. He opens a minute later, an unreadable expression on his face, and the sight of him - broke and hurt - pains you so much that you drop your bag on the floor, quickly embracing him. "Oh my God, Matt." You try to pull away to take a better look at his injuries, but Matt buries his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you close to him, despite the stinging pain in his chest. You pull away again, this time freeing yourself from his hands and gently touching his face. "Matt... I'm sorry I didn't come earlier... Sorry I left for LA instead, fuck, I should've been here... Why were you not in hospital? When did this happen? I mean... Foggy didn't say much but-"

Matt shuts your blabbering with a kiss, closing the door with his free hand and then pulls away, resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Sorry." He mumbles, inhaling your calming scent, then drifts away again, heading out of the corridor. "The key is somewhere on the table."

You shrug off your coat and grab the bag off the floor, hurrying after Matt into the living room. "I know you said you don't need anything but I stopped by the store and bought some fruits." You say, almost feeling guilty because you didn't listen to him.

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to." You finally step into the open space and look at all the bandages and other stuff scattered on the table.

Matt takes a seat on the couch, toying with the zipper of his grey hoodie. "Excuse the mess, my... Friend just left, she uh... Works in the hospital."

"Her name's Claire, right?"

"Yeah, did you two talk?"

"No." You put the bag with fruits on the kitchen counter and then start collecting the papers and other medical stuff related trash from the table, "I believe that she was my nurse."

"What? When?"

"Friday. And Saturday. When I was in the hospital." You continue tidying Matt's space when he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He gently pulls you next to him, tightly holding your hand.

"Foggy didn't tell?"

"Didn't have much contact with him." Matt falls silent, wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

"I-" you free yourself from his grasp and let out an unexpected sob, quickly covering your eyes. It didn't happen when you were in LA, so of course, it had to happen when you were with Matt. You hated yourself for this now, but it wasn't on purpose, no, the only person who you were comfortable crying next to was Pug. And now it felt as if you made a victim out of yourself when it was Matt who sat next to you bandaged and broken. "Please don't be angry at me. I don't know what was I thinking." You don't look at Matt, but continue, "I went to Fisk's gala on Friday. With Wesley." You close your eyes, trying to stop the tears from escaping, "someone wanted to poison someone in the party. I don't know who, Foggy told me that a lot of people were in the hospital... It was the champagne. I got into argument with Wesley and then drank the whole glass in one and then I remember only waking up in the hospital." You take a deep breath and feel Matt put his hand on your back.

"Why did you go?"

"He..." You didn't want to tell Matt this, you didn't want to destroy what you had with your dumb decisions. "Wanted me to back off the case. Elena's case. He tried to scare me away, threatened to bring my dad into the whole thing, said that if I continue digging, I'll pay for it. And gave me no choice but to go to his stupid party in a week... Then he shows up on the TV saying how sorry he is for Elena's death with Wesley beside him." You talked anyway, finally turning to look at Matt. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this, but he had me in a corner..."

"What happened at the party?" Matt's hand still firmly rests on your back, encouraging you to talk.

"James told me that Fisk wants me to work for him. I got angry and the rest is history. Sorry I didn't come to visit when Foggy told me about your accident... I flew to LA, just wanted to clear my head from all the things... But I still couldn't think of why would Fisk need me." You sigh in defeat.

"Hey, hey, it's okay now." Matt gently takes your face in his hands, wiping your hot tears away. He was angry, with you, with himself. You should've told him everything before attending the party. Maybe everything would've been different. Maybe he wouldn't have been sitting here in this state, maybe he would still be friends with Foggy... Maybe you would've been well and not poisoned. Maybe. But he didn't let this anger get the best of him, not now. "How are you out of the hospital and how did the doctors let you fly all this way to LA?"

"Foggy didn't tell?"

"No... We're not really on good terms now." Matt sighs, shoulders slumping forward. His hands drop from your face on your knee.

"I felt better... And I kind of escaped. Because I knew that it was full of Fisk's people. I felt like shit on the flight, but it's always been like this so..." You take a look at Matt, his face obviously full of disappointment. "I could ask you the same thing. What happened? What car accident?"

His face gets paler, if that was even possible. "I uh... The cab that I took... Someone crashed into us, mostly in my side, but it's just bruised that's all. I... Got a nurse to change bandages...but now she's leaving town so I'll have to do it myself." Matt recalls the talk he had with Claire just half an hour ago.

"I can come in the evening. My dad taught me. Had to change his bandages once, when mom was at work. I think I can manage with little blood." You remember how you fainted when Benowitz's bullet grazed your arm, but in a calm environment you could make yourself get over it.

"I think you should rest. And don't go to work."

"Who's gonna help the clients? Foggy and Karen are not in the office." You look at the table, itching to clear it as soon as you can.

"Maybe we should stop the business..."

"Matt, just because you and Foggy are not on good terms as you said, doesn't mean that I want to rot at home, especially now."

"Y/n..." He sighs again, stopping you from getting up. His left hand rests on your cheek and he brings your face close to his, kissing you. Even if his kisses were breath-taking, you were familiar with the game that Matt was playing, and it involved stopping you from getting to the office.

"Hey, hey," you pull away, although very reluctantly, "eat your fruits and I'll see you in the evening." You take the remaining papers off the table and unstick yourself from his touch. Matt pouts like a child, and stands up as well.

"You know that you're not obliged to come."

"Yeah, but I want to." You throw the trash into the bin and grab the office key from the table. Matt meets you in the corridor.  "If you want me here, of course." God, why was everything so difficult now?

"Well, I'm not gonna kick you out if you come. I don't mind your company."

He wanted to fuck you tonight. It was as clear as the sun in the sky. You smile, stopping in front of him and fixing the front of his hair, "If you didn't kiss me like that before, I'd say that I'm not very welcome here."

You wanted to be fucked tonight. The pull towards him was too obvious. Matt knew that. He touches your cheek, wiping the dried tears, "come on, don't let them see you cry," and gently pecks your lips, ignoring the previous comment.

You clear your throat, "yeah, so... See you later."

"Yeah, bye." He says, closing the door when you step out.

***

"Hello?" You pick up your phone and answer to an unknown number.

"Hello, is this y/n y/l/n? The lawyer?"

"Yes... Who's calling?"

"Michael Teneke." The man answers and waits for you to say something.

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't ring a bell... Wait." You finally drop your case papers and get into the conversation fully, "Teneke as in Kelly v Michael divorce case?"

"Yeah," he laughs slightly, which reminds you of a snake hissing in the bush, "the same one."

"Uh, but this is my personal number. How'd you get it?"

"Kelly gave it to me."

"Kelly?" You don't hide your surprise because the split between the two was nasty.

"Yeah, we're kind of... Back together."

"Oh." You lean back in your chair slightly, tapping a stack of papers with your pen. Sitting on Matt's side of the table really gave advantage of seeing the lobby clearly. "Wow, well, congratulations?"

"Y/n, I have something I want to discuss with you. Can we meet somewhere today?" He hesitates, "or whenever you're available."

"Discuss what?"

"I... Need some legal advice. You're still in Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz?"

You furrow your eyebrows in thought, "No, I'm working somewhere else now. I'm free today after lunch, uh, Nelson and Murdock office. Williamsburg, 363 South 4th Street. There's no sign on the building though." You remember pulling it out of trash just an hour ago. Now it was clear why Foggy didn't tell Matt anything about you - they were in a serious fight.

"Good. You're gonna be alone in the office? This is a private matter."

"I will make sure that we're alone, Mr Teneke. See you later then."

"Yeah, thanks." He hangs up almost immediately.

You look at the empty office again and scoff to yourself. "Sure, Mike, I'll kick everyone out of the office, no, Mike, don't worry, no one even came to work." You say in a mocking tone to yourself and then drop your phone and pen on the table, taking a moment to evaluate the already shitty situation of the office. "Yeah, Pug, work is fantastic, you should swing by to help me. Jesus, am I going insane already?" Your monologue accompanies the cleaning of your table and making a cup of fresh coffee. In case you need any more caffeine to flow in your veins.

***

"This will involve feds." You lean closer to him, then move back to your previous state, "I don't fuck with feds. They pick out every bone in your body."

"You owe me one." He argues, hands spread on your side of the table, sudden motivation in his voice changes him completely.

"What?"

"You owe me one. Now it's time to pay."

"Since when do I owe you? Owe you what?" You ask in disbelief.

"A favor." He asserts you, then hesitates  upon noticing a frown on your face. "You said that after the last court that we were together. I hurried back home and you said-"

"I owe you one." You say, recalling the scene in your head now, "it was about dinner, Mike, not favor. You got paid a shit ton of money, and I got a fair share too, so I wanted to buy you dinner."

"Well, now I want to change that into a favor."

"No."

"Come on, y/n-"

"No, Mike."

"Okay then, is the dinner still in consid-"

"Nope. That's a new favor, and now you owe me one."

"But isn't it a legal deal with my counselor?" Michael fires back, thinking that he did something impressive.

"Yes, this is legal. But you also owe me a favor. Or dinner. I like that Mexican place around the corner."

"Look, I know I fucked up bad, and with feds on my ass it will be impossible to get away clean-"

"You're goddamn right, you're not getting away clean, even if you hire the best lawyer in the states." You cut him off.

"But I came here because I know that you can at least lessen my punishment or argue a better deal. For a reasonable price."

"I'm sorry, did you just say that you want a 'cheaper justice' and I'm the perfect candidate?"

"Yes."

You scoff. "I had to deal with feds once in my whole career and it was nasty. You're gonna have to offer more if you want me to defend you or get a better deal." You cross your arms.

"Okay. But if I call you, you must come. No excuses." He finally gives up, exhaling loudly.

"Stay put and don't make a scene. But if you do, don't expect much from me when the feds have you in a corner. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah, now give me those damn papers to sign."

"With your attitude, mister, I have a feeling that we'll meet soon." You say, watching the man crack a smile.

"I like you, too bad Kelly was first to reach out."

"Don't act as if you wanted us to win against you." You give him papers and he quickly signs them. "Don't say anything without a lawyer now, Mr Teneke, and you'll be good for a while."

"See you, y/l/n." He shakes your hand and leaves the office in deafening silence once again.

***

"I'm sorry, what is the FBI doing here?" You ask, although just hours ago you were talking with Michael Teneke about the possible FBI involvement. You quickly walk down the corridor, heels ringing loudly in the almost empty space. Couple of men with black windbreakers and letters"FBI" on their backs, turn around and look at you, before one of them tries to get close to Michael. You slide in between the men and stand with your head held up high in front of Michael, facing the tall man. "Nuh-uh," you gently shake your head and make distance between the two of you, Michael steps back, watching the scene unfold from behind your back.

"Miss, let us do our job." The man tries to gently push you to the side but you don't move an inch.

"Mr Tenene has a legal right to have a counselor, just like every citizen in the United States." You don't bother smiling since the FBI always tends to fuck up the cases that they take.

"Miss...?" The man begins, indicating his question with a raised eyebrow.

"Y/l/n. Nelson and Murdock law firm."

He extends his hand, very uncharacteristically for people like him, "Special Agent Poindexter." You firmly shake it but let go quickly so he wouldn't try to push you away again. "We have every right to take Mr Teneke to a holding cell."

"I believe that me and my client can have a word. Without your supervision."

Dex clenches his jaw, visibly and easily annoyed and his partner steps beside him, "yes, you may but don't go further than the end of this corridor. We still have to see you. For safety reasons." He says politely and you almost roll your eyes. Safety reasons.

"This man did nothing  for me to not feel safe with him." You say and turn around, walking back the same corridor you came, your hand gently pushing Michael by his shoulder. When you get away from the earshot of the agents, you almost hold the urge to start shouting at him. "What the hell where you thinking? You know that they'll tear you apart like a chicken wing in that interrogation room!" You whisper-shout at the man, before taking a look at the agents - Poindexter standing with crossed arms at the end of the corridor and looking right at you. You feel rather uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze, but continue nonetheless, "God, I told you hours ago to not fuck up."

"I tried to, but my boss found out and called feds on me!"

"Jesus Christ... Well, you're gonna have to stay in the holding cell overnight, because I can't do much today for you."

"I know, but you told me to call you if anything happens."

"Good. At least you did one good thing. I give you no guarantee that you're going to be okay, because feds are unpredictable. Just try to stay the night and I'll come in the morning to participate in your interrogation. Keep your mouth shut until then, alright?"

"I can do that." He says, and you turn around to see Agent Poindexter coming your way.

"Come on, wrap it up."

"So generous, Agent," you say sarcastically. "Are you appointed to this case?"

He looks at you, eyes glinting, "Perhaps you'll find out during the interrogation, Miss y/l/n." He smiles, cheekbones pushing themselves up front, and his jawline becomes more visible. "I have a feeling that Mr Teneke will not participate without his lawyer."

"I guess you'll have to find out yourself. If anything happens to my client while he's kept in a holding cell, you are in big trouble, Agent."

Dex smiles again, turning his head to the side, eyes dancing on your face, your hair pulled in a tight ponytail, your whole attire and your silk blouse hidden underneath the dark blue jacket. "Have good evening, Miss." He pulls Michael by his elbow towards the exit, sparing you one last glance. The remaining agents follow him outside, all avoiding your eyes, except for one - the one who let you talk to Mike in the first place. He was rather a handsome man, in his early 40s, or maybe late 30s, with distinct indian-like features. He looks at you apologetically, as if trying to excuse his partner's behavior.

You leave the building, stopping by your car to watch them put Mike into a black FBI van, with Dex closing the doors and turning back to look at you, smile not leaving his face. Worse than FBI agents were happy FBI agents. You fucking hated FBI.

***

The quicker he's thrusting into you, the more dissociated you feel from this place. Sweat running down your whole body makes your hair stick to your forehead and sheets to your back, his light grey silk sheets, Matt's hot and strong hands pushing into your thigh is what keeps you in this moment. Red cheeks and spots on your body match the one's that Matt has. He lets out another grunt, not slowing down the merciless pace.

You tried to protest it, hoped to change Matt's mind and let him rest, but he's been persistent. And truth to be told, who could resist him so desperate and so needy, especially after the day you've had?

If Matt wasn't fucking your brains out, literally, you'd be worried about his stitches and bandages, but the only thing you could focus on was his body hovering above you, hands trapping your head, his bruised, warm fingers slipping between yours, and holding tightly; his lips touching your neck, not kissing, just resting, breathing hot air on your burning skin. Matt's movements suddenly become slower, he's pulling out almost completely, then pushing back all the way, and your hips involuntary jump at this action. He smiles, too proud of himself for getting that reaction from you, and kisses you again, muffling your moans for a little while. 

It wasn't just a simple hook-up. He was making love to you. You knew the difference now. This wasn't the rushed and slightly awkward first-time hook-up, no, he knew what he was doing, too well. He knew that even a simple gesture like holding your hands, letting your nail dig into his skin was a subconscious, yet a move full of confirmation and reassurance. Your orgasm comes crashing onto you like a freight train, completely knocking your breath out, and in the haze of your high, you feel Matt's chest rumble with a guttural moan, something pulled from the depths of his body and he cums too, inside of you - his condom - and collapses beside you, catching his beath. 

You wished to stay in this post-orgasm state for the rest of your life, lying next to Matt, with your elbows touching in the middle of his bed. After a while, you start to feel cold and it sobers you up. "So yeah... I landed a pretty big case but it's with feds and they're not gonna go easy." You chuckle, finishing your answer to Matt's 'how was your day?' question that got interrupted very unexpectedly  by what resulted in your current position.

Matt gently touches your face, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, "see, don't let them see you cry... Don't show them that they hurt you." His face softens in the purple light from the huge screens outside the window, and you feel like you're making a big mistake - falling in love. "You can show them what you can, feds are only doing their job. But so are you. And if I know one thing..." He hovers over you, then grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, "you're one goddamn good lawyer."

You glance at his abdomen, "Well, this very good lawyer needs to change your bandages."

He completely forgot about that, but now he actually felt blood slowly seeping into the bandage, coloring it with Matt's dark red blood. "Shower first?" He tries, and surprisingly easy, you agree with his idea. 

"I'm going for a smoke, if you don't mind." You say, savouring the feeling of his gentle touch on your face. 

"Sure, just open the window." With a quick peck on your lips, he's out of the bed, and you can't help yourself, only smile while getting up to grab your cigarettes. You were fucking in love. 

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🎵 Evrart’s Theme

3. "Does this mean if I do things for you I will get my gun back?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Damn it, Harry, that's exactly what it means!" He turns to the lieutenant. "I am only kidding of course."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Of course," the lieutenant replies dryly. "I understand. We help you -- you help us."

Task complete: Track down your gun

+10 XP

2. “I want to talk about the hanging.”

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, of course. That's your main thing here. That's *why* you're in Martinaise." He nods. "I know everything that goes on around here. And I would *love* to help you, like I'm helping you with the body and your lost gun..."

"I mean, it's no secret that the lynching is connected to the strike -- so much to talk about! Honestly, it's been weighing on me so heavily. I understand -- you need to *interview* me…"

Secret task complete: Interview the Union boss

+10 XP

"I sense there's a *but*."

Say nothing.

EVRART CLAIRE - "...but there's a *thing* that's been keeping me up at night. I *want* to talk about the hanging. I mean... if we could just calmly talk, exchange information, we could blow this thing wide open!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. That sounds good," the lieutenant says with a slow nod. "Let's do that."

EVRART CLAIRE - "But I *can't* think straight with this thing weighing on me..." Suddenly, he slaps himself on the forehead. "You're police officers, aren't you? I have a crazy idea. You guys are basically door-opening machines. Incredibly talented at opening doors."

"I've opened a few doors in my life."

"You heard wrong, Evrart. We're not."

"Kim, is that true? Are we door opening machines?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm not sure I understand." He looks to the Union boss. "If you're asking us to break down someone's door, it's not going to happen."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Come now. I just need you to go open a *little* door for me -- and leave it unlocked. A simple thing. Absolutely nothing shady about it."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - An excellent opportunity presents itself, sire! You could win the trust of the arch-liar, pretend to play into his hand -- then, should you wish, bend his efforts towards your own!

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - The stars aligned into a cosmic frown here. He has your fate decided. Bide your time, however, and let the stars continue their course -- and that frown shall turn into a smile. Only if you play along...

"Why don't you just open it yourself?"

"Whose door is it?"

"I bet you don't even know anything about the hanging."

"Damnit, fine, I'll look into it, we need to talk about that murder." (Accept the task.)

"I can't accept this thing." (Refuse the task -- for now.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry, I'm a very busy man and, more importantly, I don't have that extraordinary physique you do." He slams his fists together. "You look like you could run around all day!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You want to send someone a message that the police are working for you."

EVRART CLAIRE - "I repeat, I'm a very, *very* busy man, Mr. Kitsuragi, and therefore I must occasionally enlist... outside help." He turns back to you. "So what will it be, Harry?"

2. "Whose door is it?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, no one's. It's just a weasel. A weasel lives there. Nothing for you to worry about."

3. "What do you mean by a 'weasel'?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "A loud blabbering weasel. When weasels feel no one is watching, they start acting *foolishly...*" He removes his glasses and rubs his nose.

"Just go there, unlock the door and leave it open. It's been such a burden on me, Harry. I just want this to be over so I can discuss business with you." He puts his glasses back on.

4. "I bet you don't even know anything about the hanging."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry, my dear friend." He sinks deeper into the chair. "I am what people call a *local big wig*. I know everything that goes on in Martinaise."

Regrettably, we really can't afford to say no here. I debated letting you vote on this, but we would just have to come back.

5. "Damnit, fine, I'll look into it, we need to talk about that murder." (Accept the task.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "Fantastic, my friend! Just let me know when it's done and we can take our friendship to the next level." He flicks his fingers.

"You can get the key from Mañana -- he's down by the gates. Mañana's like a free agent in the Union. Special operations. Hardened socialist. A real free-thinker too. He'll tell you precisely where the door is." He smiles, obviously satisfied with how well he planned it all out. "One last thing, Harry."

New task: Open apartment door for Evrart

"Just open the door. You don't need to go in or anything. I just want that weasel to come home and see the unlocked door."

2. "I'm looking into your shady brew."

EVRART CLAIRE - "I don't know what that means, Harry. Shady brew? There are so many moving parts in my operation I can't keep track of them all..."

"You know what? Don't even tell me. Whatever it is -- do it. Surprise me!" He reconsiders. "Just one thing… if you can, make it even *shadier*."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - He sincerely has no idea what you were talking about -- and he doesn't care either.

2. "I met Joyce, the company representative."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Oh, that's very nice. I haven't gotten around to her yet -- I'm very, very busy, you see." He adjusts a button on his sleeve. "I hope you're getting along."

"One thing I wanna make very clear, Harry, is that this is not some kind of Union *versus* Corporation situation. Everyone is just pals here."

"Just pals?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "We're all trying to do what's best for Martinaise here." His smile widens. "Don't feel like you can't cooperate with her, because you and I are such good friends and I'm helping you get that nasty body down from the tree... *and* with finding your lost gun. I'm not a jealous guy."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Whoa... that's so nice of him. Suspiciously nice.

"Are you sure? I find it a little odd."

"What happened to the previous negotiator, Mr. Gaumont?"

"Joyce said the previous Union leader vanished under suspicious circumstances."

"Evrart, Joyce seems to think the Union is low-balling her."

"Why haven't you let her in to see you?"

"Okay, let's talk about something else." (Conclude.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "I'm just a nice guy, Harry. I wouldn't be where I am now if I wasn't nice." He slams his fist into his hand. "Politics is all about *emotions*, and I want you to have positive emotions when you think of me."

2. "What happened to the previous negotiator, Mr. Gaumont?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "What do you mean, Harry?" The big man sounds annoyed. "Nothing. I let him go."

"He made concessions for the company in previous negotiations. Why would you let an ally like that go?"

"Okay, another question?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "He's an old man, Harry. I wanted him to spend more time with his family." He looks down and sighs. "God knows how long he's got left."

"You called him a midget."

"Okay, another question?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry!" he exclaims, indignant. "I have *little people* in my organization. I would never call someone a midget. What is this?"

"Honestly, I'm beginning to think *you're* a midget, Harry." Abruptly, he smiles and changes his tone. "I'm only kidding, Harry. You're not a midget. No one is. We're pals."

Maybe just repeating everything Joyce told us isn't the best idea. Let's keep doing it.

3. "Joyce said the previous Union leader vanished under suspicious circumstances."

EVRART CLAIRE - "*Vanished*?! Harry, the woman left her casserole in the oven and couldn't make it here in time for the voting."

"'Oh, did I leave my casserole on? Better go home and check. The election can wait!'" The man frowns, disapprovingly. "When she got back the whole thing was over."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - Wait... there was no mention of a casserole from Joyce.

"Funny, Joyce didn't mention any casserole."

"Another question then?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry, Harry, Harry!" He flicks his fingers. "Do not fixate on this little matter. Maybe it was a rabbit stew... or a hair dryer, or an iron. The point is, her heart wasn't in it. Mine *was*."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - That much is true. His heart *truly* is in it. Though you wouldn't think so by looking at him.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - If it's spilled blood you're looking for then there certainly isn't any in his expression, or demeanour now.

4. "Evrart, Joyce seems to think the Union is low-balling her."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Yes, yes -- *low-balling*. Of course..." He's suddenly very serious. "This isn't a casino, Harry. Real people, real livelihoods are at stake here. But everything's a casino for those rich types..."

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - His expression makes it clear: this is childish and irresponsible behaviour.

5. "Why haven't you let her in to see you?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "*If* she actually wants to see me, she will find a way. Any good negotiator would. And I just don't have anything to discuss with a bad negotiator."

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - He doesn't *want* to see her. It's simple as that.

6. "Okay, let's talk about something else." (Conclude.)

EVRART CLAIRE - "Of course, Harry. Let me just assure you one more time -- it's perfectly okay to share anything we discuss here with this... *Joyce*. This is a completely transparent organization."

"I have no interest in what she is doing, but I myself have *nothing* to hide. Your business is your business and I respect your privacy. Just remember, none of this..." He makes an all-encompassing gesture. "... is secret."

"Tell her about all of it. My brother's picture, my singing swordfish clock." He looks around. "Tell her how overweight I am and how I'm helping you find your lost gun. Tell her about everything -- Evrart doesn't mind."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - It *is* rather interesting to tell people things about each other isn't it? It was nice telling him about her right now...

3. "What's in the container that's outside your office?"

EVRART CLAIRE - "My dear Harry, there are literally millions of containers in this harbour. I couldn't possibly remember what's in all of them."

"There's something *special* about it. It was attached to the Kvalsund crane."

"Never mind the container."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Harry, you smooth-talking son of a bitch," he says with the fondest of smiles. "Time is a precious resource and I don't have enough of it to count containers with you."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Smooth-talking? Maybe *that's* the way to go about opening the container! You should at least *try* convincing it.

4. "Evrart, I'm going to leave now, but we might talk again later." [Leave.]

EVRART CLAIRE - "Wait..." He leans reaches into his drawer and pulls out a plastic card. "You need this to get in and out through the gate."

"Um, thanks. I was wondering how I'm supposed to get out."

"Great! Wouldn't want to get stuck in here."

EVRART CLAIRE - "Here -- you're one of us now. A real red and white Union man. Take care, Harry."

Item Gained: Débardeurs' Union Card

The card is added to our keys, so it doesn't have an item description.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #evrart claire

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Unpopular Opinion: Leon S. Kennedy is an extrovert

So, this is just my opinion about Leon and it’s perfectly fine to have a different opinion, since there are many things that Capcom just leaves open for interpretation.

I know many fans say, Leon is an introvert. But… what exactly is that? Many say, introvert people are quiet or shy and like to be alone. But it is so much more than that! The main difference between introversion and extraversion is, how you recharge. After a long day at work, an introvert prefers to do something solitary or only with one or two people really (!) close to them and at home. When there’s no extra hassle involved. An extrovert person is the one that spends time with people outside, like at a bar or at a restaurant. That’s how extrovert people relax and unwind.

So, when we see Leon in the games or in the movies, it is always in high-pressure situations. He’s far from home, somewhere on a bioterrorism battlefield. Is he talkative? Hell, no. But you don’t need to be constantly blabbering to qualify as an extrovert. And only few people have solely introvert or extrovert traits.

So, what makes me say that I think he’s an extrovert? It’s the way he approaches people. It’s the way he’s seeking company after a mission.

In the OG RE4, he tells Mike (the chopper pilot) “When we get out of here, drinks are on me”. In RE: Infinite Darkness, he asks Shen May if she wants to grab dinner, when this is over and at the end of the mini-series is disappointed that Claire only came for the chip. “Thought you called, ‘cause you wanted to grab dinner.” (okay, Claire is a close friend, so that doesn’t really count). In RE: Damnation Leon says he had been looking forward to showing JD America (right before he has to shoot him :( ) and joked with Buddy about “[grabbing] a few beers”.

Those scenes happened all during missions (not counting the scene with Claire). Those are stressful. And the very last thing an introvert thinks about in stressful situations is to spend time with people afterward. But Leon is the one who is actively asking! And it’s mainly the latter that makes me think, that he’s an extrovert.

I can only draw from my own experiences and I am an introvert. When things get stressful at work or generally in life, you won’t see me asking to spend quality time. Mainly it’s my friends who ask about doing something together, anyway. And if they would ask me if I could grab dinner with them on that same day and I have no time to mentally prepare to go out? Most of the time I would say no. Sometimes I even withdraw and cancel plans with friends, even with very close ones, when I’m too  stressed out.

This is behavior I really don’t see in Leon. It’s quite the opposite, see my examples above.

Some could say “yeah, well, that’s because he’s really lonely.” But I have seen what happens to introverts who are lonely, I’ve seen it with a really introvert friend during the Corona pandemic. They withdraw even more.

So, no, I think Leon doesn’t really qualify to be an introvert.

#Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil Infinite Darkness #Resident Evil Damnation #I think his MBTI-personality would be ESTP

[remusslove]

Comfort~ Remus lupin

@cyndilikesjamespotter hope you like this dont hestitate to ask for any more!

Claire= Remus’s date

You were currently finishing up some homework when you heard a knock at the door. When you opened it you saw your favorite boy with tears streaming down his face. Your heart ached seeing him in that state. “ what’s wrong angel why are you crying?” You called him that ever since first year and you could tell he loved it since he would always blush whenever you called him that especially during sub space.

“Claire was mean to me y/n” he blabbered out before hugging you close. “ come on let’s go sit down on the bed baby” you pulled his wrist gently to the bed where he began to cuddle into your lap. This wasn’t uncommon since you always helped him when he was in sub space. “You wanna tell me what happened angel?” You asked again.

“ it was going good but I don’t know what happen we got butterbeers and sweets but when we got back to the room she got mad at me because I don’t want to do it with her” he said between sobs. “ oh my poor angel it’s ok she’s just a bad person I promise you won’t have to deal with her again.”

“ can I stay here for a bit mommy?, don’t wanna walk back to my dorm” he said his sobs turning quieter. “ sure baby let’s get you into some comfy clothes” you softly said before you laid him on the bed peppering kisses on his face.“ you want your blue pajamas or mama’s hoodie baby?” “Mama’s hoodie! Mama’s hoodie!” Remus chanted between giggles.

You could help but laugh at the silly boy in front of you. “Ok baby” a few minutes later he was in comfy sweatpants and one of your baggy hoodies with his bad day long forgotten. “ come on baby time for a nap i know your tired after all that crying” you said quietly “m’kay mommy lov’ you” he said softly before stuffing his face in your neck “ love you too baby”.

Once you were completely sure he was asleep you slowly pulled him off you and gave him his favorite stuffed animals. You quietly left the dorm before walking to Claire’s common room.

An hour later you quietly slipped into bed with your angel. “Mommy where we’re you?” He asked with a pout on his face. “ and why are you covered in tiny bandaids!?” He exclaimed dramatically pointing to your bandaid across your nose. “ nothing baby just had to deal with someone real quick” you said casually. “ was it Claire?” “Yes baby now go to sleep I’m right here” you said softly “night momma luv you” “ love you too angel”.

#remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x y/n #remus fluff #remus x you #sub space

[elonmuskfansgossipblog]

errol once told in an interview that hes worried about his son (elon)'s love life bc it would be extremely hard to find a woman whos going to give up her career to tend to his & his kids' needs.

didnt TR freakin put her entire career on hold as an actress to take care of the kids?? i feel like TR wouldve been quite popular now if she just continued accepting acting gigs even during the marriage. how did that work out for the two of them? i feel like elon is looking for someone as passionate & as nerd as him in physics and aerospace engineering (maybe also a blonde chic + slender) causing for his exes trying soo hard to attend physics classes (TR & NB) or even just merely blabber about physics, philosophy, political stuff like G does to make it seem like she's intelligent bc its just nearly impossible to live up to (except AH. i've always thought she barely even tried lol) especially for someone more leaned towards the artistic side. also, didnt JM wrote on her marie claire article that e used to say that she just "read too much"?

so i kinda feel like hes looking for someone who looks good while at the same time can keep up w him intellectually & career-wise. thats the main reason y elon cant find a woman that "fits him perfectly" bc its really hard (now its becoming impossible w all the multiple baby mommas & illegitimate kids) especially if his target pool is mostly actresses & singer/producer (whatever G is called). and lets be all honest & say at this point, elon is not even looking for another wife anymore lol hes just filling the void it seems like.

who knows maybe kim k was all hes been looking for all along LMAO no shade but i can actually get that "I can be whoever u want me to be" vibe from her lol

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[lorekeeper-backset]

I'm happy for Clair fans but I think Zinnia should have gotten a Year of the Dragon alt.

#backset blabbers #pokemon #pokemas #pokemon oras #lorekeeper zinnia #zinnia pokemon #zinnia is not happy for Clair fans

[fleetn-crab85]

Another Danger 5 post because making these are so much fun, but the twist this time is that it’s all group scenarios! (plus the dinosaur… for kicks and giggles)

#this is so much fun #I am amusing myself so much #danger 5 #ilsa of danger 5 #jackson of danger 5 #tucker of danger 5 #pierre of danger 5 #claire of danger 5 #crab’s favorite shows #crab’s blabbering

[ride-a-dromedary]

The fact that Isaac's code has essentially been *rewritten* to the point that he *misses Claire* got me the first time and it GOT ME AGAIN

#like...he functions better with her he feels her absence HIS PROGRAMMING CHANGED FOR CLAIRE #like that's...thats such an interesting expression of robot love #i want so bad for them to get back together and while im not expecting it to happen #at least any time soon #i can hope #talking thr orville again like old times i missed this show so much #jibber jabber blabber bluff #like what gets me about isaac is that while we cannot anthromophize him - his story boils down to #that he 'loves' the Finn family *so much* it's actively changed his programming #it got him to betray his people - it brought him to the point where his logical conclusion is to end his own life #it made it so that he actively misses claire when she's not around even though the presence of a human lifeform is not at all #needed for logical progression #like???

[rescuefield-arch1]

back on my bullshit ( thinking about r.ev2 ) and yeah i know i always say claire didn't love neil that much in the end, but. she's quick to dismiss the fact that knowing the truth about him makes her cry, because it comes with the realisation that all it took for this guy to gain her trust is mimic the positive qualities of the men in her life ( who are not many but still ) and go on with the act until she's compliant enough to die for a cause - because claire firmly believes neil's leadership is good and that he can't do no wrong right until he's basically in front of her blabbering about how they can rule together and what not.

he knows nothing about her besides her weak spots, implicitly belittles her abilities by thinking she would die on that island without fighting tooth and nails. knows perfectly where claire's heart actually belongs to ( which is funny because i would argue claire doesn't really know from most part, actually ), continuously uses her trauma against her by helping alex with the traps and such. not only claire came back from sejm a shell of herself, her trust issues have spiked too. it's barely noticeable, but the way she's closed off about the people she cares for is not random behaviour - she will never let anyone use her heart against her ever again.

#𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 ⎯ dev #i remember writing something about this but for some reason tumblr acts like i nevere tagged any meta ever #her relationship with neil in hindsight is so complex because she trusted him with her heart and he fucked her over #not only on a psychological level but physical too because t-p is such a bitch of a virus

[durotoswrites]

kTagged by @beck-a-leck

Post your WIP file names (no matter how nondescript or off the wall), let people ask about them, and reply with a snippet or description or other related blabbering!

I name most of my WIPs after the main character or ship I want to feature in it.  I usually name my story last, and I feel like I’m terrible at coming up with memorable titles, hehe.  Here are some that I have floating around in my folder:

Elli x Karen

Gustafa x Claire

In this Corner of the Farm1

Ludus Yuzuki Fic

Mary x Gray

Mary x Soseki

Pete

Sappiness1

Silence

Starry-Eyed

This Never Happened

This Also Never Happened

Trent Carter

Vesta

Wedding of the Century

Tagging: @julikoloveszestiria, @friendofbats, @emeraldhaze15, @krosaceae, @quartzfox, @candyqueenblog, @babylulururu, @jackiekawaii, @hikamaus, ​and anyone else who would like to play! 🥰

#tag games #writing #wips #ack this is only part of my wips #so much to write so little time