#honestly i feel like matt is just toying with this at this point

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: use of sex toys, orgasms, sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary:A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

Y/N POV 

Did he really kiss me and walk out? You thought to yourself.

“Well, isn’t your boy's toy....something?" Noah says, looking at you as if he wants all the details. 

“Drop it, Noah, he’s not my boy toy”, you grown as you start looking at the stock take book. 

“Okay…geee a touchy subject, sorry about it,” he said, walking into the back room to collect some items. 

The day moved so slowly. The store was empty almost all day besides one or two customers that came in. Noah went around 3:30pm, leaving you to operate the shop yourself. 

Looking at your watch, you see it is 4:50 in the afternoon. When the doorbell jingles, you look up, somewhat annoyed.

“Hi, sorry….I’m early” your face softens as you see Chris wave. “I’m gonna take a look,” he said, pointing to the sex toys section, making you blush.

You wanted to tease him a bit, so you asked, "Can I help you with something in particular?” 

He cleared his throat. "I'm looking for a wand vibrator,” he said, clearing his throat. 

“Oh, excellent…is it for your girlfriend?" you say, mucking around. 

“Oh, something like that,” he says, following closely behind you.

“How about this one… the Magic Wand Vibrator?” You smile, lifting it up. 

"Is that the Extra Powerful Multispeed one?" This man knows his toys, and his comment leaves you speechless. 

"Yes, it is", you reply with a grin.

"Perfect, I'll take that," he said, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet.

“What colour do you like?" You ask, with your back towards him, looking for the boxes. 

“Ahh, what colour do you want?” He just made it clear that this was a toy he would use on you. 

“Personally, you can never go wrong with matte black” you turn your head as he looks up at you. 

“Perfect black it is” he walks you over to the counter. After he checks out, he walks over to the door. "I'll be outside," he smiles as the bells go off one last time. 

As you finished closing up and walked outside, you saw Chris leaning against his car, asking, "Diner?" pulling you into his body by your hips. 

“I thought you wanted me to look at your house," you said cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“We can get takeout," he grinned, leaning in for a kiss. However, you wanted him to wait for it. Denying a dom of pleasure he wanted was the ultimate brat behaviour.

You pushed your body away, and Chris released what had just happened and sat up straight. “Okay, get in. We are getting takeout” you could tell he was trying to play it cool however, he wasn’t too impressed by your lack of respect.

He walked around to the other side of the car without opening your door, as he had insisted on doing. 

He hopped in, and you opened the door sitting down in the car. 

The car ride was silent. When you pulled up to a Korean takeaway restaurant, Chris hopped out. “Stay there,” he said. It was only a couple of minutes before he hopped back in, passing you the bags of food. 

The smell of kimchi fried rice tickled your nose, making your stomach growl. Chris looks over at you “sorry…..I didn't eat lunch” Chris's hands gripped the steering wheel. 

“We will talk about your eating habits after dinner,” he said, turning into his driveway. You are surprised at how close his house is to your work. 

Once again, Chris doesn’t open your car door or help you carry food into his house. Now you are starting to think that this is an indirect punishment from him. Why would he want to punish you? 

“Just place them on the counter,” he said, grabbing plates and spoons. “Help yourself,” he said, opening the containers. As a master, controlling your partner's eating and drinking habits was a big responsibility. You placed a little bit of food on your plate to test him. Yet, he didn’t even bat an eyelid, so you decided you would try your hardest to annoy him, considering he chose to have an attitude with you. “Ha, I play this game better,” you thought. 

You take your food over to the table where Chris is sitting. You eat the very small amount of food you have on your plate. "Is that all you are having?" he says before tucking into his own food. You nod your head, and he shakes his head at you. “I’m not that hungry," you said cheekily. 

“Is that why your stomach was growling in the car?" He asked, knowing you were being a brat. 

“Give me your plate,” he says, reaching out. 

You reluctantly hand him the plate as he huffs, walking over and placing more rice and meat in your dish. “I don’t know what your other masters were like, but I like my girls to eat and drink well” he is already calling himself your master. He must be eager for you to sign the contract. 

He places the food in front of you and sits back down. “Y/N, don’t tell me I have to come over there and force-feed you,” he says, biting into his food. 

"No, thank you, Chris”, you smiled. You ate the food Chris gave you. Once you were finished, Chris came and took your plate. 

"Now....follow me,” he said, grabbing the bag on the table with the wand he just bought in it. 

“You wanted to see what I’m into before signing the contract, right?” He said, opening a black door with a set of keys in his pocket. 

Once he opened the door, you smelled rosewater incense. Sticking your head in, you see a room with purple led lights and black accessories from whips to floggers, and even the bed sheets are black. 

“Needless to say…this wand will fit in just nicely”, he smirks. You follow him inside and start to have a look around while Chris unboxes the vibrator. 

You looked over and thought of a rather naughty plan. Knowing Chris wouldn’t touch you due to not signing his contract yet, you thought it might be fun to see just how far you could push him. Taking the flogger off the wall, you sneakily walk over to Chris, who is distracted by the wand and the how it works instructions. You reach back, and with a swift move of your arm, you flog him on his ass. 

Chris stops what he is doing immediately and grips the table. You giggle as you prepare to do it again. Chris says, “Are you sure you want to go down this route…because if you flog me again, I can assure you contract aside, I will punish you.” 

He turns around and leans up against the bench he is working on. “I have been rather patient with you today….your constant disrespectful behaviour towards me is getting on my last nerve,” he says, grinding his teeth. You walk up to where he stands and take the wand. 

“Well then….why don’t you come over here and teach me a lesson?" you say, licking the wand's tip. 

“You know I can’t touch you without that contract signed,” he says.

“You’re not touching me. You’re touching the wand,” I say, waving it in his face, showing him that there is always a way around the rules.

"Hmm, interesting," he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Come on, Channie”, you wanted to make things interesting. Could he handle you? It was uncommon for subs and doms to engage in any sexual acts before a contract was signed. You run your hands up his chest, “stop”, he says, but Chris does nothing to stop your hands from roaming his body. 

You start kissing his jawline. “You can’t touch me...but I can touch you.” 

“Y/N….I said stop,” again doing nothing to actually physically stop you. 

"Why don't you make me?" playing with his beltbuckle?. 

“What has gotten into you….where is my sweet girl?" he gulps, his head tilting back as he looks at the ceiling. 

Chan growls before saying in a stern voice “Clothes off….NOW” sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, sir,” you say, pulling away from his body. 

You start by lifting your shirt over your head, revealing the gorgeous lace bra you wore this morning. 

CHAN POV

She slowly pulls her shirt up and over her head. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my palms are sweaty. Why am I so nervous? 

Once she starts undoing her pants, I feel my cock twitch in my jeans. It’s been a long time since I’ve had regular sex with a girl. I am so unprepared. 

“Okay, that’s enough…go lay down on the bed,” I say. I’m afraid if she takes any more clothes off, I won't be able to control myself. I am trying to play it cool, but this girl is making it so hard for me right now. 

She crawled up the bed, and with her back against the headboard, she spread her legs open “what should I do now, sir” she was looking at me for guidance, but I was barely holding it together myself. 

“I want you to start playing with yourself,” I said, licking my lips. This will give me time to think. What should I do? If I fuck her and she doesn’t sign the contract, I'm fucked. 

"Mmm", her moans snapped me out of my daydream. She pulled her underwear to the side and used the wand to stimulate her clit. 

“Sir…..am I doing okay?" she moans, fuck why does she have to call me sir?. 

“That’s it, baby," I say, walking over and crawling up her body.

Y/N POV

Chris grabs the wand out of your hands, and you start playing with your nipples. Chris is breathing heavily as he moves the wand in a circular direction. 

“I want you to fuck me”, you whine into his ear.

“Once you sign that contract, he grins. I need you to start fingering yourself.” You spread your legs wider and insert two fingers. Chris continues to stimulate your clit with the wand.

“If you make me cum consider that contract signed”, you smirked. You leaned up and kissed his perfect plump lips. 

Chris applied just the right amount of pressure, causing you to bite his lip. He grunts into your mouth as you feel the pleasure boiling in your stomach. “Sir, please…I’m about to,” you say, starting to hit your g spot. 

“Cum for me”, he mumbles, out of breath. With his permission, you feel your body heat up as you finish arching your body into his. Chris places kisses down your neck and helps you ride out your orgasm. 

“Shit, Chris….that was so good,” you say, pulling him back down for another kiss. He throws the vibrator to the side as he presses his body on top of you. 

“I’ll leave so you can get dressed,” he said getting up. You tried to pull him back down however, he was too quick. He didn’t owe you any aftercare; however, you would have really liked some after the experience you just had. 

Chan POV

“Oh god” I can feel myself panicking. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

“Fuck” I turn on the water tape and splash my face. As I start to calm down, I start to buckle up my belt that Y/N tried desperately to pull off. 

“What is…oh fuck…no no no no no,” I say realising I had cum in my jeans. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I say combing my fingers through my hair. 

“I’m going to have to change,” I say, trying to find some sweatpants and a top to wear. 

As I go through my drawers, I find a baggie T-shirt. “I wonder if she needs new clothes," I mumble under my breath. I put the shirt aside as I continue to fumble through my drawers. 

“Yes, perfect,” I say, smiling as I find what I am looking for and quickly change. 

I walked out into the living room with the black baggie shirt in my hand. Her smile lit up the room as I walked over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead “here, you look uncomfortable…put this on,” she grabbed my cheeks and kissed me softly “there’s my sweet girl,” I said, pulling back. 

"Go, put this on… we will talk when you come back,” I said, cupping her face. 

She walked out of the bathroom, the shirt just sitting midway down her thighs. "Where is the contract?" she asked. I pointed to the table, and she grabbed it with the pen. Coming over to the couch, she sat right on my lap. “Okay, this is happening…play it cool,” I thought. She started to tick through the contract. 

“So, do I get my own room?” She said, chewing on the pen. 

I was really hoping she would want to stay in my room. In the past, most of my girls liked to sleep in the master suite. 

“Uhhh yeah….I have a spare bedroom and stuff for you” I smiled, and she continued to read “, I swear she’s doing this on purpose” I couldn’t believe she had all this room, yet she chose my lap. 

“Also, what are the rules of the playroom?" she asked, adjusting herself in my lap. My body stiffened “there is no going into the playroom when I’m away…if I find you in there, you will be punished” I was struggling to speak at this point; I was trying to concentrate on not getting a boner. 

I could feel my hand start to draw circles on her thigh. "Fuck, her skin is so smooth.” 

“Are there any other kinks I should know about?” She looked directly into my eyes. 

“Uhhhh… I, um, like to watch.” 

“Watch what?” She is asking for clarification.

“Everything….getting dressed…having sex… masturbation.” My cheeks went red at the thought of her asking these questions. 

Her eyes shifted back to the paper as she asked, "anything else?" turning her head back to the paper.

“Orgasm control” it’s like word vomit. I’m just spilling everything to her. 

“Okay….I’m happy with this…I’ll sign it,” she said, flipping to the back and writing her name. 

I, of course, I signthe contract well in advance, a bit eager, I know. However, when I saw her sign her name on the dotted line, my heart started to Pune in my chest. 

“Okay…so could you take me home? I have work tomorrow” she smiled as I squeezed her thigh. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. 

Y/N POV

He squeezes your thigh “okay….you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” This question makes your heart skip a beat, but for this to work, you must stay firm in your boundaries. 

“No…I’ll be back on the weekend, though,” you lean in and give him a desperately needed kiss, his hand wasting no time sliding up my thigh as his lips part before he presses his forehead to yours.

“Okay….but I’m picking you up tomorrow,” he said, staring at your lips. This felt different already. In the past, your doms were strict. You wouldn’t be allowed to sit on their laps. However, Chris was drawing circles on your inner thigh and was so gentle after only knowing you for 3 days. 

“No, you have to work,” you said, caressing his cheek. He couldn’t help himself. His lips connected back with yours. His fingers are just inches away from your dripping underwear. 

“Okay….but Friday night, I’m coming to pick you up” he pulled back, and you proceeded to get up off his lap before things got any more heated. 

“Okay, Friday it is” that did not stop Chris; however, he stood up and cupped your cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. 

“Thank you for picking me,” he said before he pressed his lips to yoursAs he placed his hands on your hips and squeezed, his hands were so gentle. Pulling you in and deepening the kiss, you are starting to realise what grace was talking about. He may actually be the perfect dom. 

A/N : Thank you for ready chapter two of Master, as always all likes comments and reblogs are muchly appreciated.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Just Beneath The Flames (Part 5.5)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: The other half of chapter 5.

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When you got back to the treehouse, you tried to take your time so you didn’t end up getting there when they were still dealing with whatever it was they were dealing with. You took the stuff you were keeping out of your bag and put them in the treehouse, before putting the bags of meat for the camp in your bag. You still had the Nutella and peanut butter in there for the kids. Your eyes drifted to something that was sat beneath the window, something you’d made and you still weren’t quite sure just why you’d made it. It was a small Blackbird that you’d carved from a piece of wood, something you’d picked up as a hobby although you hadn’t done it since being back in your old group. You’d found yourself making it before you even realised what it was and you toyed with giving it to Billy since it was clearly him you’d been thinking of when you made it. Given how things just went down, you decided to grab it and put it into your backpack, wondering if it would make him feel any better. It really hadn’t taken you that long, even after you’d tried to be incredibly slow with organizing your herbs in alphabetical order just to waste time. You didn’t really have anything else to do and you didn't want Karen to come looking for you so you decided to set off and hope it would be okay. It wasn’t though and the very thing you’d wanted to avoid was taking place as you approached the camp. You were really starting to make a habit of this. 

“You need to calm down, Frank,” Karen pleaded. You were standing away from the camp, lingering in the trees out of sight but Matt turned his head to you, clearly knowing you were there with his weird ass super senses. He gave you a sympathetic smile and he looked tired. 

“I need to calm down?! Is that a goddamn joke? This guy was connected to Rawlins!” Frank yelled and even though you knew he had a darkness inside of him after the shit he did as The Punisher, it was weird for you to see this side of him.

“We don’t know that,” Karen frowned, her voice sounding weak in her argument like she didn’t really believe her own words. Your eyes drifted to the others, Sarah and the kids huddled in the tent but it was open. Everyone else was around the fire as Frank and Karen were standing as they argued. Billy was just staring off into the fire with a cold blank look on his face and honestly, it was far more terrifying than his angry face.

“I do know that! We ain’t in New York city no more, Karen! We’re in goddamn St Lawrence County! What are the fuckin’ chances of this shit turnin’ up on our doorstep like this?! You this it's chance?!” he bellowed, looking ready to have an aneurysm.

“Cool it, Frankie,” Billy warned, his tone eerily monotonous. Frank's furious eyes turned to his friend then who hadn't even looked at him as he spoke.

“Excuse me?” Frank asked, his voice low and dark. Billy finally dragged his eyes to Frank then as he stood up with the grace of a lion.

“I get this is a big deal, but it ain’t Karen’s fault, so fuckin’ cool it,” Billy growled. For a moment, you thought Frank was about to pounce on him as pure rage flit over his face, but then he turned to Karen and her wide eyes and sad face and his shoulders slumped before he turned back to Billy.

“It ain’t no fuckin’ coincidence that this shit turned up here. I mean, what are the chances that these guys somehow connected to that one-eyed fucker come at us, not once, but twice? And you said he wanted you to take him to our camp, why the fuck would one of Rawlins’ men want to come to our camp, huh?” Frank asked pointedly, looking like he already knew the answer. Billy clenched his jaw and cracked his neck, rolling his shoulder as he glared at Frank.

“We both know why they wanted to come here but it don’t matter ‘cause he’s dead and he didn’t get what he wanted,” he bit out. 

“It just makes no sense. I mean, why now? Why here? We all thought that asshole was dead. He can’t look after himself, we talked about that shit. But somehow he’s alive and he’s still got men watchin’ his back and doin’ his dirty work for him. And somehow he’s right here on our doorstep and he’s fuckin’ with us,” Frank muttered with wild eyes. You felt uncomfortable just watching all of this like some kind of voyeur and you considered just leaving while Matt was the only one to know you were there. As if the man himself was reading your mind, you glanced over as he said something to Foggy and Foggy looked up at you before saying something to Matt. To your horror, he came right over to you but everyone else was too preoccupied to notice. 

“Hey, I see you came at a great time,” he snorted and it made you smile as you tuned out the back and forth between Billy and Frank.

“I noticed,” you muttered wryly.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what’s going on either. I’m not really in the loop. I mean, Matt has this whole history with Frank and Karen’s our friend, but all this… no clue,” he grinned. It did make you feel a little better. 

“I heard you killed that guy. I guess saying like good job or something would be weird… it was murder… but still. The old rules don’t apply anymore I guess. I’ve never killed someone myself, I know it’ll happen one day and I’m not looking forward to it. Things have changed though, right? Like… it's a you or them kinda thing and if you don’t do it then they will. Even Matt’s had to do it a few times and he was like, super against murder and stuff, being Daredevil and everything,” he rambled as he shook his head. Your eyes widened a little as you looked at him.

“Matt was Daredevil?” you asked in a hushed tone. Of course you knew who Daredevil was but you had no idea it was Matt. Although, knowing of his weird abilities, it started to make more sense. Foggy blinked at you for a moment looking like he’d done something wrong, but then he relaxed and chuckled with a shrug.

“I guess the cats out of the bag, not that it really matters and all with the whole ‘world going to hell in a handbasket’ thing we’re dealing with,” he snorted. 

You were about to reply when Karen came over, finally noticing you.

“Hey,” she smiled, but it was tired and she looked emotionally drained. You felt for her. You couldn't imagine what it was like to be in a relationship with someone like Frank. You knew what happened to his family and knew of his crusade to avenge them. You understood his pain but it must be hard for her to be with him sometimes. How could you look to the future if you were stuck in the past? 

“Hey, I brought some things,” you murmured with a warm smile, slipping your bag off your shoulder and opening it. You got out the bag of meat and then the jars you’d brought.

“These are for the kids, thought they’d like them,” you shrugged and her smile seemed more genuine then. 

“I’ll take them over,” Foggy smiled as he took the jars.

“For the kids, don’t forget that,” Karen warned playfully and Foggy held his hands up in defense before walking over to the tent. 

“You okay?” you asked quietly as you handed her the meat. She nodded but her face was tired.

“Yeah, I just… It feels like it never ends, you know? We finally feel like we can move past stuff and it just… comes right back to haunt us,” she sighed with a frown. You wanted to say something to comfort her like ‘it will be okay’ or ‘I’m sure things will work out’, but you couldn't make promises you couldn't keep. You had no idea what it meant that the man who had cruelly taken Frank's family away seemed to be following them or whatever was happening. You were worried. This guy was no joke and he had help on his side, you had no idea what that meant or what threats there would be. It felt far worse than just a group of degenerates in the new world.

“I’m sorry,” you settled on saying, not having anything else to say and you wouldn't stand there and lie to her to make her feel better. It wouldn't help anyone. She seemed to appreciate it though as she smiled.

“Come on, I’ll get the food going,” she said as she gestured to follow her into the camp. You trailed behind her and people seemed to notice you were there then as they murmured hellos to you and you smiled at them. When Frank saw you, he walked over to you with a serious look on his face.

“I wanted to say thank you… for what you did back there. When that asshole realized Billy wouldn’t give up information, he’d have shot him dead. And Bill’s one of the best shots I know, but with that dick's gun… he wouldn't have stood a chance,” he frowned. 

“It's nothing,” you shrugged but his frown deepened.

“It’s not nothing, Y/N. You didn’t have to help, didn’t have to intervene and put yourself on the line like that but you did it anyway,” he insisted. You nodded and you nibbled your lower lip, slightly uncomfortable about being on the spot like this. You didn’t like things being made into a big deal.

“I just did what you guys would have done for me,” you answered and you believed your words wholeheartedly. Frank's lips curled into a small smile then. 

“Damn right we would have,” he nodded, tapping your arm gently. You smiled as you felt your chest get warm and you watched as he walked over to Karen. He rubbed her back softly as if making up for shouting at her and the small gesture seemed to have her relax instantly as she smiled up at him. You looked over and saw Billy sitting against a thick tree then, a little aways from the rest of them. You knew he’d put himself there purposely, no doubt wanting space, yet your feet found themselves moving over towards him anyway.

“Hey,” you murmured, hands stuffed in your pockets. He glanced up at you and nodded, moving the bag that was next to him to the other side. You took that as an invite and plonked down next to him against the tree. 

“You okay?” you asked carefully, eyeing him as he toyed with his knife, twirling it around in his hands. He smiled but it wasn't joyful and he shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he admitted and it made you frown. You didn’t like seeing him like this. 

“I got you something,” you said, feeling a little apprehensive about giving it to him. You hoped it would make him smile a little though. He looked at you curiously and you dug around in your backpack before getting out the carved blackbird. His dark eyes seemed to light up as he saw it and you handed it to him. He turned it in his hands, looking at it with a wistful smile on his face.

“Where d’you get this?” he asked, looking much more like the normal Billy you were used to as he gazed at you with a smile.

“I uh… I made it,” you snorted, feeling your cheeks heat up a little. He looked stunned for a moment as he blinked at you but then his lips curled into a bright grin. 

“Seriously? You made this for me?” he asked, sounding astonished. You nodded, not really sure what to say, you didn’t even know why you’d made him something in the first place, it wasn’t like you’d made any for anyone else. Without warning, his arm came around your shoulders in a sort of one-armed hug and he pulled you close to him. It caught you off guard and you weren't used to it now after being alone for so long. But you relaxed into him, a shy smile painting your lips as you actually found you enjoyed it. His scent was comforting to you as he gave you a squeeze and you noticed he didn’t remove his arm from you.

“I love it… thank you,” he said sincerely and you looked up at him with a smile. He was incredibly close when he held you like this and you found yourself thinking about how unfair it was that he was so attractive. In the old world, if you’d have seen him in a bar, you’d have gone and approached him. You’d have thought he’d turn you down, he looked like a model or some shit, but you’d have tried your luck anyway. 

He kept his arm around you and pocketed the bird, you found yourself wondering what he’d do with it, if he’d carry it around with him or leave it here. Then you told yourself you were thinking far too much about it.

“I’m gonna go for a quick walk, come with me?” he asked, raising his brows as he gave you a tentative smile. You knew food wouldn't take too long but despite his mood lightening a little at your gift, you could still see the stress all over him so you nodded. He stood up, his arm finally leaving you and then he held his hand out to you. You took it and he helped you to your feet before he let it go and you both wandered to the trees. You didn’t go too far, enough to be out of earshot but close enough to be there if needed as you walked around the perimeter of the camp. He looked completely deep in thought and you were torn between asking him if he was okay again or letting him have his peace, but he decided to speak anyway.

“I don’t get scared often. I’ve been to war, seen so much shit that nothin’ really gets me anymore. I could look death right in the eyes and fuckin’ smile… But Rawlins… he…,” he trailed off with a frown and when you glanced over to him, his eyes looked wild and sad and you felt for him. 

“I hate that I’m scared of him, hate givin’ that piece of shit the satisfaction. But I know what he’s capable of. He’s real good at manipulatin’ people, gettin’ ‘em to do his dirty work for him. He might not be great at the doin’, but he’s great with the plans and he always seems to be ten steps ahead of us and that worries me. Those people back there… they’re my family and this asshole already took my family away once and I won’t let him do it again, I can’t,” his voice took on a panicked edge and he looked so completely lost, like he was adrift at sea. You grabbed his wrist, making him stop walking and look at you.

“I know all this shit is heavy right now and I won’t stand here and tell you things will be fine. I have no idea how all this is gonna play out, but… If I had to pick who was coming out of this on top, I’d be rooting for you,” you murmured sincerely and he blinked at you for a moment. 

“I haven’t known you or the others that long but one thing is perfectly clear to me. You guys love each other, like you said, you’re family. Rawlins doesn’t have that with his guys. They might be loyal but there’s an end to that. There’s only so far they’ll be willing to go, a line they won’t cross that doesn’t even exist when it comes to those you love. When Sam was sick and I knew he’d wind up dead…” you trailed off, your brows creasing as you looked away for a moment and Billy moved the arm you were holding so your hand slid down into his and he squeezed it. When you looked back at him, his dark eyes were imploring and he held your hand tightly.

“Honestly… I was so desperate towards the end that I would have killed an innocent person if it meant keeping him alive because that’s the kind of shit you do for family,” you admitted quietly. It wasn’t something you were particularly proud of but you knew deep down it was true. Billy didn’t look horrified by your words though, if anything he looked like he got what you were saying and only seemed mildly shocked that you’d felt that way.

“Rawlins' men don’t give a shit about him, not like that. If they keep coming, we keep taking them out and those that are left are gonna start dissenting. Things might get messy and it’s scary but I have no doubts in my mind that you guys can do this because you have each other. That primal need, the desire to keep each other safe no matter what the cost is what’s gonna save you, and honestly… that shit’s really hard to find now in a world like this,” you muttered. You’d admit you felt slightly envious of them. You loved your old group and you’d trusted them but it wasn’t the same as a group of people who knew each other since before the turn. They formed bonds before all this and the world falling apart would have only solidified those bonds. Sam had been the only one you knew without a shadow of a doubt would have your back no matter what and once he was gone, you’d never been the same. Sure, you could form new bonds like you had with Billy and the others but you didn’t think you’d ever have what these guys had. Not when you’d started off as an outsider.

Billy’s hand that was still clutching your own pulled you closer to him and you bumped into his chest as it caught you off guard. Not as off guard as you felt though when he embraced you in a hug, a full one this time. His arms wrapped around you and for a second, you were as stiff as a board as your brain tried to figure out what was going on. But you felt safe with Billy and your body quickly relaxed as you hesitantly brought your own arms around his middle. 

“Thank you,” he murmured into your hair as he held you.

“I didn’t do anything,” you argued but your voice was muffled slightly by his chest. He pulled away then and gave you a firm look.

“You didn’t need to be here with me, didn’t need to try and make me feel better… didn’t need to believe in me,” he remarked, giving you such an earnest look that you almost felt like you couldn't breathe.

“I wouldn’t believe in you if I didn’t think you were worth it,” you deflected your soft words with a wry smirk and his lips curled up into a smirk of his own. 

“Well, I still appreciate it anyways. And just to make it crystal clear, I hope you know I was includin’ you when I was talkin’ about the group,” he said as his eyes bore into you, a more serious look on his face. Despite the warmth in your chest his words brought you, you didn’t agree with him. You knew he meant well but you also knew he wasn’t being honest with himself if he thought that. You were about to comment on how if he was faced with a situation where he had to pick Frank’s life over yours, he would most definitely pick Frank’s and he probably wouldn't even hesitate. You wouldn't blame him one bit for it either. But your cynical words never came as Karen shouted that dinner was ready, clearly for yours and Billy’s benefit since you were the only two not in camp. 

You followed him back to the camp and sat next to him as Karen handed you the food. The atmosphere was a lot better than when you got here but the air still had tension lingering in it and you were sure it probably wouldn't go away anytime soon, not until Rawlins was dealt with. You had no idea what plans they had or if they had any at all. You weren’t sure what plans they could make when they didn’t even know for sure Rawlins was even here, although you’d admit you also didn’t believe it was a coincidence. You were pretty sure the only course of action would be to wait it out for now, to see if anything else happened and take it as it comes. It wasn’t like they had any information to go off right now to even look for the asshole. You had a feeling that waiting to see what else came at them wasn’t Frank or Billy’s favorite thing to do. They were military men, men who liked to plan and get all their ducks in a row. And while you knew they were probably good even if they had to wing it, you knew it probably sucked not being able to prepare better, not when they knew what this guy was capable of. You thought over Billy’s words as you ate quietly, not really paying attention to the conversation around the fire. It seemed like the more time you spent with him, the more you got torn in two over the whole thing. Out of all of them, you felt like you’d bonded with Billy in a way you hadn't really had a chance to with the others. You had no desire to bond with them more either, you hadn’t even wanted to bond with Billy, it had just happened. Every time you realized you’d bonded with him more, you knew you shouldn't be here. You knew you didn’t belong in this group and you knew you were setting yourself up to be hurt when the inevitable happened, but it also made it harder to walk away. He wasn’t a stranger anymore, and neither were the others, but Billy more so. You weren’t sure you could just pack your shit and leave in the wind and leave him behind, you knew you’d never be able to forgive yourself for it and you’d spend the rest of your life worrying about if he made it or not. The idea of ghosting them, him, like that felt more and more unpleasant the more you were around him and you cursed yourself for letting yourself get attached in the first place.

You couldn't leave, especially not now with the Rawlins bullshit going on. They needed all the help they could get and you’d be another pair of hands that would be useful to them. But maybe that’s all it would be. Maybe you’d lose your life saving theirs and that was how it was destined to end. You trusted them, especially Billy, to have your back and you didn’t think he’d let something happen to you if he could help it. But you knew that loyalty only went so far, much like you’d told Billy about Rawlins and his men. The loyalty this group had with each other was beyond anything you and Billy could form now, it was far too late. You would never be on the same level as the rest of them. And it wasn’t like you expected it to be, you’d never expect him to pick you over them no matter what was going on and that’s what made you so fucking stupid for sticking around when shit was about to get a whole lot worse, because you knew it meant you would most likely be the first to go. Your head was screaming at you to just cut ties and leave, self-preservation burned into it from the hell you’d been through since the dead started walking. Your heart, however, wouldn't listen. It yearned for the companionship, yearned to feel like you belonged once more, to feel like you mattered to at least someone left on the tarnished planet. If Billy wasn’t in the equation, you knew you’d probably have left already even if you liked Frank and Karen as much as you did. You weren’t quite sure just what it was about Billy that had you clinging onto him so tightly but you couldn't shake it even though you were desperately trying. You were doomed to either die helping them or to watch more people you’d grown to care about dying in front of you once more and honestly, you had no idea what the fuck you were supposed to do about it.

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[allyriadayne]

what do you think about daemon secretly wanting viserys like matt said? don't get me wrong i was under the impression that the only reason why daemon didn't marry viserys was because viserys wasn't a girl. daemon made it clear he wanted to be his brother's heir and his brother's hand. imo he was hurt when he said i am your heir and that he would have protected him from otto. i just thought if only viserys was a girl. really.

we know vizzy sees rhaenyra as extension of aemma and aegon, helaena, aemond and daeron as extension of alicent and he projects his feelings towards aemma and alicent onto his children. with daemon imo it's the same with the way he sees rhaenyra. yes, daemon wanted power, but what he wanted the most was to be close to his brother. i guess it happens when family is inbred. alysanne and old king were siblings, alyssa and baelon too, if vizzy was a girl daemon would have married her.

what do you think of vizzy x daemon?

saying daemon wants rhaenyra because he wants viserys is a bit reductive imo. to me daemon is a deeply dependent character due to how tightly he's woven in the incest family, he gets everything from them, his identity, role, gender, everything and it's no wonder that he's learned that everything he could want comes from the targs. it's not that viserys could be a girl, viserys always has to be the patriarch, the Man, for the themes of the story to work (he is the one fucking everyone up by his choices), it's that daemon's role in the family is to be the visenya, viserys' opposite, and it's said right off the bat in the first episode: he's visenya, protector, sister, scorned wife. viserys doesn't let him be anything else than this narrow categories. when daemon is permanently expelled from viserys' esteem (right around ep 4 when daemon touches another one of viserys' toys) it's when he truly learns he could get what he wants from rhaenyra without getting kicked when he asks. circling back to the beginning, while i do think at the beginning that daemon likes and loves rhaenyra because she's viserys' daughter and that it might have played a role in daemon seeking her out, i don't think it's that prevalent after eps 4-5 when she shows she's her own person with her own desires. these are explicitly two people getting under the shadow of viserys and meeting him on their own terms in ep 8.

daemon wants to be close to viserys, yeah. that's the whole point of his character and why they fight at the end of ep 1. i honestly don't think he's that keen on absolute power tbh, not the way other characters are like otto, because he gets agency and control from his violence (direct rather than subtle of soft power), but if having powerful offices like master of law or hand of the king is what gets him near his brother's love then he's absolutely taking them (and fucking it up probably). it's very telling he had his uncle aemon and baelon, his father, as role models for the perfect brotherhood, that viserys is NOT following the protocol, which is fair he gets mad at. it's not that they are inbred at all, or at least not completely, bc even in marriages when the spouses are not related like viserys and alicent, the children like aegon and aemond still have a degree of unhealthy closeness. it's institutional rather than individual.

in any case, while i think the relationship between viserys and daemon is interesting, i'm not too keen on it. i always like to try to see daemon as an individual rather than as part of a relationship bec that's what it usually happens, as i said, i find it reductive in most cases when people talk about their dynamic. like, yeah, if daemon were a girl she would've absolutely married the shit out of viserys but that's not everything there is to their relationship. it's not only daemon who harbors those feelings but viserys too who doesn't like to share his toys and often thinks of the people around him as being there for his amusement. it's a complicated relationship.

#ask #Anonymous #daemon targaryen #viserys i targaryen #i actually think viserys sees rhaenyra and daemon as extensions of /him/ rather than aemma. rhaenyra looks like her mother but she is #viserys' daughter first. just like daemon is viserys' brother not rhaenyra's uncle and lover. he's more upset abt his playthings unionizing #than anything. he's not the center of their universe anymore #and sorry to the other children but i don't think viserys thinks about them at all. he's too sick anyway

[petertingle-yipyip]

POOKIE now that the album has been out for a while what are your fav songs????

me personnally i cant pick they all already mean sm to me😭😭

once i saw it was a DOUBLE ALBUM i decided to wait till i had enough time to listen in full so i will listen right now and pull a you and give live ratings! (skip to the bottom for an overall feeling)

fortnight 8/10 - this is so ex coded holy “i love you and it’s ruining my life” literally of her relationships at some point, wow. i will say that post is an interesting collab for this type of song but i don’t hate it

the tortured poets department 6/10 - i liked the bridge (i think that’s what it is) the best. lyrically it’s good but not my fave and saying that ab the title track i hope doesn’t get me yelled at by anyone

my boy only breaks his favorite toys 9/10 - i claimed this one from the tracklist so i knew i was gonna like it. the best she stays with as she sings the title is perfect for an edit

down bad 7.5/10 - i didn’t expect her to come out cussing at me, okay ms swift. not a skip but not a daily listen either. crying at the gym is relatable though

so long, london 8/10 - i used this as a fic title lol but the cadence really shows how angry/tired she was by the time they split. the lyrics here are so powerful too. her imagery is always so beautiful

but daddy i love him 6/10 - idk why but this just doesn’t resonate with me the way i thought it would. still good though but i wouldn’t save it turn it on from my own phone

fresh out the slammer 9/10- having that one person who is your immediate thought, the driving force behind you, your everything is all i want and that yearning keeps me up at night

florida!! 4/10- nothing about this song drew me in 🫣

guilty as sin? 8/10 - “i choose you and me religiously” so matt murdock coded

who’s afraid of little old me? 10/10 - SO ex coded and rep coded “i was gentle, i was tame till the circus life made me mean” or “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” TELL ME THAT ISNT OUR GIRL EXODUS

i can fix him (no really i can) 6.5/10 - me with every fictional man i come across the “ woah, maybe i can’t” at the end is crazy, basically agreeing that he was such a mess but i was hoping to like this one a little more

loml 9/10- joe put her through it, holy shit

i can do it with a broken heart 10/10 - immediately can tell she was writing about herself performing from another perspective and i love the juxtaposition of a pop-dance type beat with these tougher lyrics “i cry a lot but im so productive” is literally me

the smallest man who ever lived 7.8/10 - the title feels like the inverse of the “loudest woman this town has ever seen” lyric and to me, it really highlights got she was always this icon whereas he was always ducking and dodging and not willing to live in that spotlight with her

the alchemy 5/10 - i feel like the message of this song went right over my head

clara bow 6/10 - it’s a cute song that (i think) documents the growth of her career and maybe the comparisons/comments she gotten as she’s worked and how people compare new stars to her

the black dog 5/10- it doesn’t really resonate with me

imgonnagetyouback 8.5/10 - is this the one some people are saying is similar to get him back! by liv? bc the only similarity i hear is the concept of not knowing if you’re gonna rekindle or beat the shit out of your ex

the albatross 8.5/10 - it’s like she knows exodus and elektra. “she is here to destroy you” but i think this is another way of her reclaiming her image/reputation through acknowledging and challenging what men/media say about her

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus 8.8/10 - honestly idk what ab this song but it’s so beautiful. i can’t explain it but its like a ballroom dance

how did it end? 9/10 - this song gives the vibes of a movie scene where two people are on swings at the night and then suddenly, one swing is empty (but still going) and the other person is just teetering on their toes

so high school 5/10 - gives me early ts vibes and it’s cute but not really me

i hate it here 7/10- not my favorite but i do like the beat

thanK you aIMee 6/10 - this is directed at KIM or am i tripping? also the guitar reminds me of debut era for some reason

i look in peoples windows 7.5/10 - this song is yearning, wanting to see that person just one more time and its me wondering if i’ll see my ex again, just to know what’d happen if he saw me again after everything he’s said to me

the prophecy 9/10 - i really love the chorus

cassandra 5/10 - didn’t really stick out to me and became background noise 🫣

peter 7.8/10 - its really cute and ik it’s probably more of a peter pan reference but the editors need to get on it and do peter x mj

the bolter 8.7/10 - i was not reviled by anyone except my own father so (we’re better now though) but i do run from intimacy

robin 6/10 - slow, sweet, cute little song

the manuscript 9/10- instantly loved it (forgot what else i wanted to say here)

overall, is a lyrically beautiful album. there’s so much emotion in the music and her delivery. her imagery is so beautiful as always. personally, i won’t say i love it but it is so so impactful. releasing 31 songs in one project is unheard of so i tip my hat to her ability to tell these stories with such grace and eloquence through such a marathon of an album. i like that you can hear bits of her previous albums in some of the songs and it is a very mature project imo. you can tell how much this meant to her and how much of herself she’s poured out. its an overall ~7.8/10 for me but i would recommend everyone to give it a listen

#fallingfavourites #en talks: music #the tortured poets department #taylor swift ttpd

[hannahhasafact]

Things the fucking slap about the non Intrepid Heroes Dimension 20 seasons in order of release:

Escape from the Bloodkeep

Absolutely stellar party with Amy Vorpahl, Erika Ishii, Ify Nwadiwe, Matthew Mercer, Mike Trapp and Rekha Shankar

Includes the one familiar the Brennan refuses to harm, and it’s the most horrible creature you’ve ever met.

Speaking of J’er’em’ih, I don’t think Trapp gets as much appreciation for Sokhbarr as I think he deserves because when Trapp commits he fucking COMMITS. And that one very specific investigation check? Ooh baby it was so good

Speaking of boss ass moves, Rekha’s balloon ass fuckery was such a good move. And Ify being like “can we be bros with the eagles?” ending up being one of the best moves to do? Absolutely fantastic

Honestly one of the funniest seasons of D20 tbh imo. Like I do not like LOTR, so I didn’t think I’d like this season. But it’s such a hilarious season, no wonder it’s one of the side quests I feel like folks recommend the most

Tiny Heist

The McElroy fam? Even if you don’t listen to TAZ (like me) you know they’re a good time

The Rick Diggins speech is just so fucking bananas it’s so good. Rick Diggins is also just the most batshit character

Personally, I love heist stuff. It’s so fun! And I really found the heist itself to be so fun! (Griffin’s part it in is my favorite, Bean is adorable and I love him)

Also there’s always something so fun about the mechanics of tiny universes within our universe? The way they explain toys and stuff coming to life is really interesting and fun imo

Lily Du’s first time at the table and Jess Ross at the table! Speaking of I love how Jess completed her arch, she knew what was going down with her character and made a complete story. It was great!

Pirates of Leviathan

Personally I love this season, and our first time having Aabria at the table ahhhhhh (also my first encounter of “please have the camera focus on Aabria, she makes the absolute best expressions”) Plus, it’s back in the Fantasy High Universe which is always fun to explore more about the universes (and get some NPC cameos/appearances!)

Also tbh I love all of the PCs in this series? Like they’re all so interesting and unique, and are such full characters.

Literally the absolute best PC introduction that exists in d20, Bob I love you so goddamn much

There’s a goddamn Queer Eye joke in this season and at first it’s played for laughs but honestly becomes like… the softest thing? And it warms your soul? And it also features Matt Mercer as a tall ass rat man (this season also has a rare pair I ship and I think no one else does lol but I love it so)

Pirate T-Rex. Just feel like that alone needs its own bullet point lol

Mice and Murder

The mystery!!! Is so fun!!! It’s cool at the end of the season to see how everything was connected, and it’s fun to go on the journey with the party

Katie Marovitch rolling the first nat 20 of the season and not understanding the implications of a natural 20 for a good couple of minutes will always be funny

This season is pretty much all classic College Humor cast mates, so if you’ve been watching College Humor stuff for over a decade like me you’re sure to find some joy in it

Sam Reich has some of the most killer one liners in this season and he’s just such a fun character. Honestly, this season is just so goofy and everyone is just trying to make each other laugh. It’s delightful

The texting element!!! Is so dang interesting!!! And it works so well for the mystery

Misfits and Magic

The first season with a new GM!!!! Aabria!!! When that trailer came out we were all SHOOK, truly began a new era of d20 and we love it

And first time PC Brennan??? Listen he’s such a fun PC we love the strange lil guys he plays

Sam Black deserves so much more love, she’s such a fun PC. Like Danielle would just say one liners that would knock me the fuck out, she’s so dang funny

Listen one of the funniest moments to me will always be Lou and Brennan as their actual selves being like “Mukbang? That’s not a real thing right? No… no it’s not”

The fact that one of the animal companions is straight up just a basketball is hilarious and ridiculous

The Seven

If you love the Fantasy High universe and want to know more about some of the side NPCS, ooh baby they’re PCs now and they’re all played by hilarious cool folks (including our first time having Izzy Roland, Persephone Valentine and Becca Scott in the dome!)

This season absolutely feels like a sleepover with friends. Everyone is giggly and having so much fun, and it’s so fun to watch (and also emotional when you least expect it lol)

I’m having a hard time describing funny moments because it’s just one of those things where you have to experience it to get it? Like this season had me cry laughing but I will never be able to describe the sexy duck outfit as hilariously as Becca does it’s just so good

Oooh before we got killer costume descriptions from ACOFAF you better believe we got it during this season. And if you’re a big costume nerd like me you’ll just be like heart eyes mother fucker

On an interesting note, Brennan is kind of playing both an NPC and PC? Technically he’s still just playing an NPC but Zelda is like… part of the party (obviously part of The Seven). And it’s a fun change!

Shriek Week

Gabe Hicks is a delight as the GM! I am constantly thinking about the line “You may be yolked but this man is a straight up omelette” because it slaps and tbh I would love to see him in the dome again

I think this is canonically the only season where characters FUCK

Another season with a very fun cast, like all of the cast has big horny energy and it’s so silly! If you’ve watched this season you understand Lily’s energy in Dirty Laundry a lot more lollll

Also this season canonically has Mothman and The Count from Sesame Street as characters and it makes me giggle every time

Tbh I really wish this season had more time but if you’re looking for a super short series, it’s only four episodes long!

Coffin Run

Jasmine Bhullar is SO fun as the GM and I feel like really plays off the PC energy well? She was so much fun

This season is another one that is just goofy fun! And you know I love me some goofy fun (the whole eating letters thing is so stupid and so fun)

Personally think the sets for this series are SO cool like oh my god?? The trainnnnnnn ahhh

This is kind of a bigger spoiler but I will never be over the wine glass props for that one combat? When she pulls them out I DIE

This cast REALLY goes in on their characters and plays them so big, it’s delightful

A Court of Fey & Flowers

Do I really need to get into why this season fucking slaps? I’m pretty sure it’s one of the most popular side campaigns because it fucking SLAPS

Aabria is back as GM, bringing poetry and grace to the dome and ahhhh (like she literally recites poetry but also the episode introductions are just straight up poetic

This is the season of romance and brought me to the horrible realization that I like DND actual plays because mostly I like the role playing apparently lolllll

Outfits outfits outfits outfits ahhhhh we love some fantastic outfitsssss

The whole Green Hunter bit is so fucking funny

Anyways moral of the story is D20 side campaigns are fun and you should watch/listen to them

#dimension 20 #listen I literally made this just because of the Matt Mercer announcement #like folks will mention Escape from the Bloodkeep having Mercer but not PoL #and Pirates of Leviathan was our first intro to Aabria if you hadn’t seen her in other dnd stuff! #anyways the side campaigns are fun and I just wanted to talk about it #ramblings #these are all just my opinions! you don’t have to agree! #long post

[theharpermovieblog]

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2023

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I re-watched The Devil's Chair (2007)

Saw this a long time ago and have been wanting to watch it again to see if it's as impactful the second time around.

After evil forces kill his girlfriend, a man is blamed and sent to an insane asylum until a doctor decides to take him and a group of students to the place it all happened.

I'm not going to be able to say everything I want about this movie unless I talk about the SPOILERS. So, if you haven't seen it, don't read ahead unless you absolutely don't care about it being ruined.

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON OUT!!

I suppose by just saying "SPOILER", you might immediately guess what the twist of this movie is. Maybe not. I knew nothing about this film when I first saw it and I didn't realize what was coming. I just remember liking a few things about it. .

The Devil's Chair starts off like an extremely cliche horror film. A very typical plot is explained. The very stereotypical characters are introduced, the asshole, the nice hot lady, the bitchy hot lady, the professor, the misunderstood hero. It's, not a great start, but it's fine. From there the film heads toward typical horror for a bit, and then suddenly it turns left and becomes a purposely silly gore fest....... but that's not the twist.

The twist comes after the cliche horror setup, and after the big demon tears Matt Berry's eyes out. The twist comes when, as horror fans, we become at ease with a style of movie we think we know well. It comes while we're smiling at all the blood and goo and villainy of an over the top evil professor trying to feed a demon. It comes at the very end, when we realize the whole film is being told to us by an unreliable narrator. The twist comes when we realize all the silly fun, all the demons and all the magic are nothing more than a madman's musings. We're suddenly and viciously thrust into a brutal rape scene and several grisly murders, all perpetrated by the guy we thought was the Hero.

I actually struggled with whether to put a trigger warning up for this one, seeing as it contains rape and some sadistic things. But, that ruins the impact of the final moments and therefore ruins the point of the film. I don't think I'll ever put a trigger warning for any film from here on out honestly.

Director Adam Mason, who's other work I'm unfamiliar with, made a movie which uses the horror fan's knowledge of the genre against them. It's a brilliant idea, even if some of the execution leaves a lot to be desired, and if the self awareness spoils the reveal a bit.

The movie takes a minute to get going. We don't know what is and what isn't real, and the bad bits of writing can be chalked up to the narrator's sense of movie cliches I guess, but I wish the beginning moved a bit faster. There's not enough B-movie stuff to enjoy in-between the first and third acts.

There are some dated digital effects, which I hate, but a lot of the monster stuff is done practically and is a lot of fun for the short time we get it. I enjoy the strange lovecraftian monster, with it's dark robe and big tentacle things. I'm a sucker for creature designs, even if they aren't amazing.

The writing is fine. I think you could write purposefully cliche characters a little better than this. You could make them interesting at least. Even the hero/killer, with all his poetically crass narration, isnt that interesting. It would be a lot more brutal if at the end, these horrid things were happening to characters we knew and liked on some level. I feel like Mason made a movie that is so giddy about it's reveal that the rest of the film becomes fluff and filler.

Overall, The Devil's Chair isn't as good of a movie as I want it to be. It's a great idea that needs a lot of work. But, the end still has quite an impact. A lot of vicious and upsetting moments. Rape, axe murders, toying with victims, etc...all in a very short span of time. It's harder to take when you aren't expecting it from the movie you've been watching for the past hour and 10 minutes.

I wish this was better, but it's at least trying to flip the script and be different, so it's worth a look for horror fans.

[rivermaj]

okay so i have no idea if anybody has pointed this out yet, but from ‘The New Normal’ there is this scene:

the one where Anne is so tired after using her powers she cant use her arm? yknow, the arm that has been FORESHADOWED FOR HER TO LOSE TIME AND TIME AGAIN? yeah lets just add this one to the list of reasons to that theory

#honestly i feel like matt is just toying with this at this point #THERE IS SO MUCH EVIDENCE #amphibia #amphibia anne #anne boonchuy #amphibia season 3 #amphibia new episodes #amphibia the new normal #the new normal #amphibia spoilers #spoilers

[utilitycaster]

I think a reason why people are having difficulty accepting Chetney as Travis' real character is because... well, first of all his backstory is just weird, but also it seems to only be selectively canon. Like, did he really kill Santa? Because if so, that is really tonally inconsistent with the world of Exandria. But, I think Matt has said Santa isn't real in Exandria. But also, he does have a history of making toys for children. So, what's up? We don't know what to think. If Chetneys backstory is completely different, why is he the same character? Why not just make a new character we don't already have silly preconceived ideas about? Because the thing is, once you start rewriting backstory stuff - stuff we've already seen - to me at least, it makes it really difficult to get invested in the characters. Because, why would I bother? This version of the character might not exist next week. A similar thing happened in the last campaign with Beaus feelings for Jester - regardless of what you think happened there, a lot of people stopped watching afterwards. Because it's difficult to get invested in a story when you believe there's no guarantee of character consistency. And to top it all of, this entire situation really isn't helped by the fact that there is now a precedent for introducing joke characters with shallow backstories who will die soon, which I do think was just a mistake overall on the part of Critical Role.

I want to applaud you because you've made me do what so many others have failed: I have actually turned off anon for a brief and unspecified time. Not because I dislike it - on the whole, I enjoy getting anon questions. Not because of hate - it's honestly been few and far between, and I have pretty thick skin.

It's because this ask is so toweringly, unbelievably stupid that I actually want to make it impossible for a few days for people to contact me without revealing who they are so that I can be sure that if someone says something that's even a third as deranged as this, I can take steps to ensure I will never see their opinions again. I honestly want to know if you've ever seen a single TV show, movie, or read a single book or if you emerged from some kind of slab or perhaps pod of goo, binged Critical Role, and then the mad scientist who created you told you to send this to me. I just had someone be pretty biphobic in my inbox just now and honestly? I'd rather have that.

I'm just going to hit the...well I can't call them highlights, so let's just say main points.

"Like did he really kill Santa" no. "Influenced by" does not equal "is exactly identical in backstory". If you can't figure that out, I can't help you. Do you think that all toys are made by Santa? I need to inform you, as a former Jewish child and current Jewish adult that toys are made by people and you can buy them at a store and "toymaker" is a real world job that people have.

You know how Marisha said that Beau was in many ways based on Jessica Jones but like, Beau never fucked Luke Cage or had super strength? Or like, how House MD is loosely based off Sherlock Holmes but isn't in London in the Victorian era but rather in early 2000s New Jersey? Maybe not, if you've never experienced media, but anyway Chetney is in many ways based on Chutney, (crotchety toymaker who probably killed his boss) but the exact antagonist is not Santa. This is a very, very simple concept to grasp.

"Why not just make a new character we don't already have silly preconceived ideas about?" Because Travis wants to and doesn't owe you shit. Next question.

"Because the thing is, once you start rewriting backstory stuff - stuff we've already seen - to me at least, it makes it really difficult to get invested in the characters." Well that's what we in the biz like to call a You Problem.

"Because, why would I bother? This version of the character might not exist next week. A similar thing happened in the last campaign with Beaus feelings for Jester - regardless of what you think happened there, a lot of people stopped watching afterwards. Because it's difficult to get invested in a story when you believe there's no guarantee of character consistency."

Do you know the origin of the word shipping? It's because the X-Files was airing in the early-mid 90s just as enough people were starting to have home internet for there to be internet fandom. The X-Files, if you are unfamiliar, is a series in which two FBI agents - a tall psychologist man who believes in aliens, and a short physician woman who does not - investigate supernatural happenings, and the psychologist says "it was aliens" and the physician says "it wasn't". It was a pretty good show. Anyway, they were both moderately attractive people with very good chemistry and so some people were like "man I hope they bang" and some people were like "I'd rather they didn't" and thus the people in favor of Mulder and Scully entering into a relationship were named "relationshippers", later shortened to shippers, and the people who wanted them to keep it strictly platonic were called "noromos". None of them knew what to expect! It was an ongoing show that they were watching as it aired! Eventually, Mulder and Scully, did, in fact, enter a relationship, thus creating a situation in which some people were disappointed. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW ONGOING NARRATIVE STORIES WORK, DIPSHIT.

Like, look. We have fun here, or at least I do, on occasion, but this statement makes me legitimately ask if you are not familiar with like, television, or comics, or ongoing book series. Characters change all the time. We call that "development". Characters make choices you don't necessarily like. That is the fucking point. Do you actually think writers and actors are sitting around saying "oh gosh oh jeez I must make the story that M Utilitycaster's weird anon wants to see"? No, they are telling the story they want to tell, and if you like it that's great and if you don't like it you can leave. If a story goes somewhere you do not like, that's not a failure on the story's part. That's a matter of taste.

Also while I've got anon off and am choosing violence I'm just going to point out that first, Beau having feelings for two people and deciding to act on one over the other was never inconsistent. That was a lie people told themselves in a desperate attempt to ignore what was actually happening on screen, and if you've learned nothing else from a cursory glance on my blog I hope my utter distaste for that approach to media is apparent. Anyhow, things honestly got so much nicer after the sort of people who threw a massive tantrum about Beaujester not happening left. I mean, my sibling in Sarenrae, there were also people who would swear up and down until the camera turned off at the end of episode 141 that Jester was secretly in love with Caleb, and Laura, the person who actually originated and played the character of Jester - remember Jester? it's a relationship about Jester, someone who needs to want to be in this relationship as well, which a lot of people seem to forget - said she was unaware of either of their feelings.

Perhaps - and I know this sounds nuts, but bear with me - different people want different and often conflicting things, and trying to please them all is completely impossible. Perhaps creators should tell the story they want to tell in the end, and hope it finds an audience, rather than trying to appease whoever is most annoying online.

"And to top it all of, this entire situation really isn't helped by the fact that there is now a precedent for introducing joke characters with shallow backstories who will die soon, which I do think was just a mistake overall on the part of Critical Role."

I mean, I wasn't Molly's biggest fan either, but I wouldn't call him a joke character. I hope you don't take this personally but you are not the main character of the universe and no one gives a shit if you think it's a mistake.

Anyway if you can't enjoy the show while Chetney's there, that's your problem to deal with. No one's pulling a Clockwork Orange and forcing you to watch. No one promised you anything. You made up all these rules and expectations in your head, and now you're furious that some people who do not know that you exist aren't abiding by them.

#for those wondering I will turn anon on again in like a week because tbh I had a blast writing this answer i just can't do it on the daily #long post #tenser's floating discourse #i considered ending this with Gurge's quote but I need to be very clear: I'm now afraid people would think I literally eat squirrels

[literaila]

this is a nightmare. 

matthew murdock x reader 

summary: matt’s been gone for months now, and during that time you’ve held onto the graps of him you could find. everywhere. now, it seems that you’ve come a bit closer. 

warnings: fluff, angst, season 3 daredevil spoilers/warning. 

a/n: honestly, i warned you. 

*

your heart stops as soon as you see him. 

you're almost sure that you're dreaming, but your hands, your eyes, your heart reaches out towards him. 

you blink rapidly, willing everything and anything away. 

you must be dreaming. 

*

it's a blur of colors as soon as you wake up. 

it's the sunlight, pouring in through the windows like a reckless rain. 

it's your eyes fluttering open and then shut again. it's the whine that escapes your mouth as soon as you realize that you're actually awake. 

it's the vibration of his chest, rough, as he laughs at you. 

"good morning," matt whispers. 

you make an effort not to smile at the sound of his voice. 

*

your hands are shaking as they reach up towards your face. 

you wipe at your eyes. as if it's raining, as if there was something in front of you, as if your mind wasn't just playing cruel tricks. 

because, well, you're almost sure that you can see him now. 

even after all of the months. 

yes, you'd struggled the first couple of weeks, so sure that he was really there. 

you could've sworn that you were seeing matt in every corner you passed, could hear his voice as soon as you opened any door. 

but you haven't imagined him like this, so close, so real, in a while. 

and so you wipe at your eyes again, begging for the mercy of your mind--if it even has any left to give. 

but even when you close your eyes, shut them so tight so that they almost feel numb, and open them again- 

matt's still there. 

knees on the ground. blood dripping from his face. 

*

you nuzzle your nose further into his chest. 

he's warm so early in the morning, and you're not considerate enough to think of the bruises he might already have there. 

one of his hands moves to cradle the back of your head, secure as he playfully messes up your hair. 

you groan against him. his hand moves to tease the back of your neck. 

"how long have you been awake?" you ask him, voice muffled by his skin. 

nothing escapes matt, though. 

he hums. "about an hour." 

your head moves so that you can open an eye to look at him. he's smiling, eyes pointed towards the ceiling, looking so unpleasantly handsome. 

even at eight in the morning. 

"why didn't you wake me up?" 

the hand resting on your neck moves towards the slope of your jaw, his gentle, calloused fingertips tracing over your skin. his other hand sneaks around the bend of your waist, toying with the edge of his shirt you're wearing. 

"i like listening to you sleep," matt says, simply, as if it was common knowledge. 

you're aware that he's aware of your heart, of the momentary pause it needed to collect itself. of how flustered he can make you in a quick six words. 

you use your legs to crawl further up him, ignoring his slight protest when he has to move his hands, and go to bury your face in his neck. 

you don't let the stubble near his jaw deter you from making yourself comfortable. 

it's only a couple of seconds later when you say: "you're being creepy, matthew." 

"how creepy?" his voice is rough, low, quiet. 

it almost makes you squirm some more. 

"very creepy." 

he leads a hand to your chin, forcing you to abandon his cocoon of warmth and look up at him with only one eye open. 

his fingers trail up your cheek, resting just close enough to your lips to be considered strange. 

your lips curl up into a smile--which you're sure he can feel--as soon as you get the point. 

"as creepy as you trying to drown yourself in my skin?" he asks, brow quirked in its usual teasing manner. 

your smile fades as you scowl at him. 

*

you can barely peel your eyes away--still so unsure, so frightened--to look at the man that stands in front of matt. his hands are curled around a bar, and you can see that his knuckles are bloody, even in the dark. 

your eyes dart towards him and then back down to matt, who has suddenly become something real, something that can breathe in harshly, and gasp out multiple times in a few seconds. 

something that you can see, something that you beg to see more of. 

but you won't let this joke get to you again. you promised that you wouldn't let yourself get tricked again, that you would no longer let him laugh in your face. 

and you turn your feet, you turn your body--despite the hands you're so sure that are pulling you back--away from nothing. you turn, and you're ready to walk away. 

but there's a cough, there's another sharp inhale of breath, there's another drop of blood falling from matt's lips and you can't get yourself to move. 

you can only dart your eyes between the man and matt--fake, desolate--before you suddenly become aware of the bar in his hands, again. 

you suddenly realize that matt's on the floor, in front of him. 

you suddenly realize, so quickly, so cautiously, that even if this matt is fake, a mean hallucination, a perfectly painted picture created at the hands of your malicious memories. 

that even if this one isn't real, you don't think that your heart can take him getting killed again. 

that even if it's a joke, it means enough to you to hurt. 

and you take a step forward. it's loud, reckless, not very thought through. 

but only one pair of eyes look up to meet yours. 

*

you turn your head to escape his hand. 

falling against him once again, you run your hand along the bare skin of his chest. 

"you're warm," you say, almost defensively. 

you don't need to look at him to tell that matt's smirking. 

he doesn't say a thing though, merely grabs your hand from his chest--yes he knows that you were trying to tickle him--and intertwines it with his. 

it's so sweet that it almost makes you want to move away from him as quickly as possible. 

still, you kiss against his adam's apple, letting your leg wrap around his. enclosing him in the prison of your bed. 

you don't think he minds. 

"i was planning to make you breakfast," you say, closing your eyes once again and resting your cheek against his skin. 

"breakfast?" 

you hum against him in acknowledgment. 

he laughs. "was that a warning?" 

you shake your head. "statement," you tell him, rubbing your cold nose against his skin, laughing when he shivers away from the touch. 

"and why am i being denied such a delicacy?" he asks you, hand beginning to play at your skin. his nails dredge across the expanse of your back, a gentle retort to your efforts to make him twitch. 

"too warm," you mumble. "too cozy." 

matt laughs, turning his neck unconsciously to allow you to dig in further. "breakfast is the most important meal of the day, y/n." he says, and it's almost a chide. 

it's almost as if he's ridiculing you for your affection. 

your eyes open towards him, trapped in the vast expanse of light in the room. 

you squint at him suspiciously. "when was the last time you ate breakfast, matthew?" 

he pauses, head tilting up towards the serious. "uh," he whispers as you crawl up him once again to observe his face. "must've been the last time you made me breakfast." 

matt gets the hint your legs are giving him, and he allows you to swing your other leg over him, effectively straddling him right above his waist. 

one of his hands reaches out to feel for your face, the other rubbing against your thigh, helping you as you move. 

you smile above him, feeling his hand caress your face. 

"see?" you say to him. "you don't even like breakfast."

"alright," he only slightly shrugs, barely agreeing with you. "goes to show just how much you know me." 

and when you scoff you're almost sure that you see his lips twitch, his eyes bright in the morning light. 

*

matt doesn't move, doesn't breathe. 

he doesn't look anything like you remember. 

but the other man, who holds the bar, the one thing standing between you and matt, he looks up and his eyes go wide. 

he looks up at you as if he's suddenly broken out of a trance. 

but matt hasn't moved. 

*

your face is so close to his. you know he can feel your breath against his skin, your smiles against the air. 

his curled up lip, hiding his laugh and his smile, stares right at you, taunting you with its beauty. 

it only makes you want to kiss him more. 

but instead, you tilt your head to the side, bringing your lips down to the skin right above his stubble and just below his eye. you nip at the skin there, feeling one of his hands tease across the skin of your leg. 

when matt breathes out, so do you. 

you move your head then, going to kiss the other side of his face. 

the hand against your cheek runs a trail against your jaw, his fingertips going to tease against the hollow of your neck before making their way back up, just far enough to gently latch onto your chin. 

and you're only able to get one more kiss onto his skin--ruined by the sudden arrival of your smile--before he forces you to stop teasing, and pulls your lips to his. 

you exhale against his mouth, suddenly much closer than you were before. 

matt doesn't stop his teasing, though. he's got your lips, and now, you know, he wants more. 

the hand on your leg travels up to your waist, pulling you up with only a slight push. his leg moves under you, bending at the knee as he guides your chest closer to his. 

he's effectively ruining your position on top of him. 

but you can barely focus on that while he kisses you, lips pushing and pulling and begging for more. 

he still hasn't moved his other hand, still hasn't allowed either of you a moment to breathe while he reconfigures the puzzle of your skin. 

you don't even notice when he moves his leg so that it's in between yours, flipping the two of you over without so much as a grunt. 

it's only then that he drops his hold on your face, moving his hand so that it's holding onto the back of your neck. 

moving just enough so that he can feel you smiling against the skin right below his nose. 

"still worried about breakfast?" you whisper to him, laughing as matt moves down to the skin of your neck, his mouth hot against you. 

*

but it's only when you take another step forward, another inch closer to him, another moment closer to another heartbreak, that the man moves. 

the hand holding the bar lifts, as if a threat, and his eyes--just like yours--dart between matt and you. 

as if he can't make a decision. 

as if he's not sure if what he's seeing is real. 

as if he thinks he's dreaming. 

but there's not enough time to explain to him, there's not enough time to call out matt's name, there's not enough time to prepare yourself for disappointment before matt's face tilts up. 

before he breathes in just once more. 

before your eyes finally hit him again, before you can finally comprehend that you don't recognize him just because he's real. 

there isn't enough time to breathe in before matt's voice echos through the silent night, a gentle plea through the blood drowning him. 

"god, forgive me." 

and there isn't enough time to let the scream slip through your mouth. 

*

"no," he whispers. 

the words echos against your skin, a vibrant vibration of appreciation, of pleading, of matt kissing you until your lungs give out. 

you claw at his back, try to drag him back up towards you, try to get him to understand the restlessness making its way through the air. 

but matt doesn't relent, he just continues to attack your neck, tasting your skin as if it was the only thing he could survive off of. 

his breaths remain ragged as he tilts his head to move his lips to the other side. he doesn't let the whines coming out of your mouth distract him. 

but finally, you push up against his face, forcing him down as you sit up, as you stare at him with a wide smile, a grin that you've stored for mornings like his only. 

you run a hand across matt's shoulders as you push him back against the mattress. 

his hands move to latch to your waist. 

your smile is the only thing that remains on your skin as you lean up towards him, breath on his face once again. 

"god, forgive me," he whispers with an endless smirk, with a breathless composure. 

and then he kisses you again. 

*

you can't stop your movement now. 

you can't reach him fast enough to be saved from this nightmare, you can't run towards him fast enough to finally get to feel him again. 

but your voice is ragged, and your footsteps are vicious as you throw yourself between the man and matt. 

your eyes are going sideways as you stand in front of him, crouched over his body, trying to ignore how short his breaths are, trying to ignore that you're finally sure that this is actually matt and not some hallucination. 

you can barely focus as the man with the bar takes a step back, maybe seeing the defensive manner of your body in front of matt's, maybe understanding how desperate you are to just keep him in front of you. 

it doesn't matter what he thinks, because as soon as you've proved yourself an obstacle in his way, he's sliding backward, dropping the metal bar on the ground, and pulling the other man behind him away, trying to escape from the two of you before anything else can happen. 

and you, well, you can barely breathe as you turn towards matt, as you hasten to get your eyes on him once again. 

your hands shake, your body feels on the verge of collapse as you become aware of how close he is to you, as your eyes focus on the mask still on his face, on the blood running down the bottom half of his face. 

you see red, flooding behind your eyes in a gentle spout of anger. you see blue, the blue of bruises and desperation, mixing in a swirl of colors. 

you see matt, smiling at you in the morning when he wakes you up. 

you see him, twirling you across the kitchen floor, being sure to keep you away from any of the counters as he guides you across the floor. 

you see matthew, the man you'd accidentally fallen in love with, as he lays in bed, practically a ghost. 

and you see him now, kneeling in front of you as a person you've never seen before. 

as a ghost, you've only just now recognized. 

and your voice is barely a gasp as you say "matt," into the air as a final realization. 

he's actually there. 

hands grasp at you, so freezing, so raw as they reach out. matt moves towards you on his knees, seemingly unaware of his injuries as he grabs onto you. 

he takes a ragged breath in as he leans his forehead against the span of your waist, pulling you closer to him than you've been in months. 

you hear him whisper something, you see an inhibited smile reach his face as he nuzzles closer to you, suddenly so sure of where he is. 

you feel the blood seeping through your clothes, feel the desperation leaking through your bones. 

you can barely breathe as matt keeps his grip tight against your waist. 

"matt," you say again, stronger, trying to get him to move back. 

but he doesn't. 

the man in front of you doesn't budge from the spot where he's made himself comfortable. 

"you're hurt," you tell him, not sure if he can feel anything if he can actually hear you if he even knows who's there. 

it's been a long time since he's seen you. a long time since he's heard the heart he used to say he could recognize in his sleep. 

you're sure that it must've changed--so many things can change in a few months. 

"you're bleeding," you try again, failing to keep the desperation out of your mouth. 

his head moves against your stomach, ear going to rest against the skin there. 

hearing you. 

"matt," you whisper again, not able to keep your hands from running through his air. "you have to move- we have to get you out of here," you breathe in again, looking around. "no one should see you like this." 

it's only then that his head moves back. 

finally away from you. 

matt's head tilts as he listens around you, his jaw twitches as you stare down at him, as your heart races at the thought of letting him go. 

and still, you don't have time to react as he pushes you away--not realizing how quickly he moves, how strong he is--and pushes himself up off of the pavement with a groan. 

your body feels cold, empty as you watch him move away, his hands shaking. 

"matt?" you whisper, again, watching him wince in pain. 

he shakes his head, so stiff, so keenly aware of you now. he takes a step back, stumbling as his hand goes to cradle the spot of blood you can see on his side. 

his mouth is stern, his presence is malicious. 

you blink rapidly, trying to get your eyes to see him some more. you don't pay attention to the voice in your head, whispering to you to memorize every inch of him while you can. 

"i'm sorry," is all he can get out, voice so cold, body so weak. he begins to step back, begins to turn away from you. 

but in his current state--beaten as he is--you move much faster than him, and your hand is reaching for his shoulder before you can blink. 

"you can't-" you breathe out, flinching as you watch him twitch away from your touch, from your voice. "you can't leave like this-" you tell him. "matt, you're hurt, and you need help, and i can-" 

"no." 

"you need someone to look at-" 

"no, y/n." his head shakes, his body shivers. 

you feel your heart pang out a laugh at your name from his lips. you can feel the teasing beginning now, with the stuttering of your heart. 

you can see his limp, as he tries to walk away. 

you follow after him. 

"you have to talk to me, matt, i'm not going to let you leave like this." 

matt is quick to pull you away, to pull you so far away from reality and into a dark alleyway, hands just strong enough to lead you there without hurting you. 

you're about to complain when he takes the mask off, allowing you to see the damage around his eyes and above him.

you can't hold in your gasp. 

"you shouldn't have seen this," is all matt says, and it's like he's saying it to himself, like he's barely noticed that you're even there. 

the tone of his voice rips you from the clouds you'd been hanging him, rips the color blue away from your eyes, and replaces it with red. 

a vicious, furious red. 

"where the hell have you been, matthew?" you demand, voice suddenly stronger, heart suddenly sure. 

you barely watch matt stumble back, surprised. 

"i can't do this," he whispers, towards the ground, towards the sky. 

you scoff. point at him accusingly. "you've been gone for months," you hiss at him. "do you know how scared i've been? and- and what about foggy? or karen?" 

matt sighs, taking another step away from you, a hand going to cover his face. 

"i thought you were dead," you say to him, voice breaking, heart begging to be let go from the fist you've clenched around it. 

but matt doesn't look apologetic. he doesn't look shocked at your words. he doesn't breathe, doesn't move. 

and then, a chuckle echos in the alleyway, the sound cruel.

"good," matt nods, breathing in. "that's good." 

your mouth drops open. "how can you say that?" you whisper. "matt- if it had been me at midland circle and i'd gone missing for months how would you-" 

but matt holds a hand up, forcing you to stop talking. 

he shakes his head again. his body leans away from yours, his expression looks empty, scarce, even as you beg his smile to return. 

"you left me," you tell him, not a question but not quite a statement. 

your eyes follow the trail of blood falling from his temple, matching his sweat. 

your eyes try to memorize every line of his face that you'd forgotten in only a couple of months. 

but there would never be enough time. 

matt takes another step back. his nod is subtle. "i'm sorry you saw this," he tells you, face anything but apologetic. "i didn't want to get you involved." 

"involved in what, matthew? i-" 

he winces again, shaking his head to interrupt you. "i won't let it happen again," he promises. 

your eyes widen. 

your heart stills, no longer clanging against the prison of your ribs. you almost think matt hears it, from the way his ear tips towards you. 

he takes a step towards you, just small enough to escape your notice. 

"please talk to me, matt. i just want to-" your voice trails off, breaking as you shake your head. 

i just want to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you just one more time- 

it's unspoken, but matt should be able to hear it. 

he should be able to tell. 

"i just want to make sure that you're alright, that i'm not dreaming." 

your eyes focus in on him, on the twitch of his lips, of the hands that have accidentally reached out towards you once again, on the bruises that taint his skin with their poison. 

on how close he is now. 

"don't worry," matt whispers, and you're sure that you can feel his breath on your skin, so warm. 

you see his feet coming towards you when you look down, you see him finally, actually there. 

"this is a nightmare," he says, voice empty. 

and you think that you imagine it when you feel his lips brush against your forehead. 

when you feel his hands latch onto you for just one moment. 

when you feel him flinch against you, body giving up. 

you take just one moment to close your eyes while he's this close to you. just one moment to fully breathe him in, without the clouded gaze your eyes give. 

but when you open them again, matt's gone. 

and you're blinking just to be sure that you're actually awake. 

*

my masterlist here. 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! This is my first request so I hope I'm doing this right, may I pls request headcanons for Riddle, Vil, Rook & Malleus with a S/O that owns a nesoberi of them?

Hope your doing well and stay hydrated! ^^

I can’t wait to get my hands on the Jade and Rook nesoberis--

Yay, first requests are always exciting~ I hope you’ll be more comfortable with sending requests after this first hurdle. (Be sure to quench your thirst stay hydrated as well!)

For those who may not know, here is an explanation of what nesoberis are!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle finds it a little uncanny that you have a nesoberi of him. Any other design would have been fine, really--but since it resembles him, Riddle can’t help but feel like there’s a second Riddle just lying about. Maybe it’s just an overactive imagination, but to him, it’s truly like he’s looking at a magically shrunken version of himself through a looking glass.

You’ll often see Riddle suspiciously eyeing up the nesoberi, as if suspecting it of committing war crimes like Lilia did behind his back. If you put a hand on his back, he’ll jump a bit, but gradually relax into your arms, insisting that “it’s nothing”.

He sometimes lightly scolds you for bringing the nesoberi with you everywhere, including on your various outings and afternoon tea dates. Part of it is that it’s just poor manners, and the other part is that Riddle just doesn’t like it when you’re busy pretending to spoon cake to the nesoberi instead of paying attention to your conversation with him!

“You’re getting crumbs all over the plushie,” he reasons, craning his head to get a better look at the plushie as he dusts it off--unintentionally bringing his face closer to yours in the process.

“Hm? Your face is turning bright red. What is the matt...” Halfway through his question, Riddle realizes the compromising position he’s in, and jerks back to put a little distance between you two. His own face has also turned bright red, and now you match. (The Riddle nesoberi in your arms smiles conspiratorially.)

Being a celebrity, Vil is already familiar with having his likeness plastered onto products and being remade into toys and plushies. Because of this, it doesn’t strike him as particularly surprisingly when he finds that you have a Vil nesoberi tucked away in your bed. In fact, he’s slightly amused by it.

“Hoh, what’s this? Have you started to collect my merchandise now?” Vil asks, a small smirk on his lips. “My efforts must be paying off, if I am able to captivate you to this extent. I do not dislike it--your devotion is much appreciated, my dear.”

... Well, he says that, but he finds himself becoming increasingly irritable the more and more time you spend snuggling your nesoberi, even investing in new outfits and accessories for it. Cuddling, finding matching looks... those are things that he should be doing with you not some nesoveri!

Vil tells himself to “be the bigger man” and to not succumb to jealousy, but it eventually gets to the point where he can’t bottle it up for much longer. “Oh, for goodness’s sake,” he huffs, taking your chin in his perfectly manicured fingers, “will you put down that stuffed toy?”

“Honestly, I cannot understand why you spend so much time with it,” Vil sighs. “After all, you have the real thing right before your very eyes--and I can offer far more than a stitched smile.” And with that, he seals his promise with a peck on your lips, drawing your attention back to him, and the growing heat on your face.

Rook appreciates anything and everything in life, and that includes your nesoberi of him! He has taken to calling nesoberi Rook “mon petit” (my little one), and treats it as though it’s something very special--or like the nesoberi is its own person!

It’s not uncommon for you to find your nesoberi stolen missing. You’ll often rediscover it hanging from Rook’s arms as he dances around with it. As soon as he spots you, he ropes you into his dance too, with each of your holding onto the nesoberi’s stubby arms to swing it back and forth.

At other times, you may find your boyfriend hoisting the nesoberi above his head and chasing after beastmen, merfolk, and fae with it in tow. (It’s a bit of an odd sight to see Leona shouting “Stay back, you bastard!!” at Rook while the huntsman is wielding such a cute stuffed toy, but it brings you a good laugh.)

He loves to just take the plushie and smush it against your cheek to give you a “kiss”. Rook playfully follows it up with real kisses of his own, always changing up the location to keep you guessing. It might be on the cheeks one day, then in the middle of the forehead the next, then on your chin, or the tip of your nose...

Rook encourages you to bring the nesoberi with you on your dates, especially when it involves delving into nature hikes and walks. He monologues about how your little one should see how grand and beautiful everything around it is--and who better to be its tour guide than the best couple there is? “Mon amour, let us show mon petit a whole new world.”

Malleus is flattered to learn that you have a plushie that so closely resembles him. “Were you, perhaps, feeling lonely without my presence?” he asks, his eyes shining with quiet curiosity. “... I completely understand that sentiment. Fufu, fear not. That miniature Malleus of yours shall keep you company in my periods of absence.”

He gets into the habit of referring to the nesoberi as a “changeling”, which just cracks you up. The phrase, as Malleus explains it to you, originates from a type of fae that tricks humans into raising it by disposing of their human infant and then posing as the disposed-of infant.

Malleus tries to get Gao-Gao Dragon-kun and the changeling to “get along” by placing his virtual pet keychain in the nesoberi’s stubby hands. Of course, nothing really happens, but Malleus walks away from that experience convinced that Gao-Gao and the changeling “grew closer” after that encounter.

He seems to be quite fond of the nesoberi himself, sometimes asking if he can have a turn letting it rest in his lap, or giving it a head pat in greeting. You insist on keeping it fair by making sure he--the real Malleus--is also given a turn to rest in your lap, and plenty of head pats, which earns you a blushing prince.

When you shower the nesoberi with a little too much attention, Malleus gets somewhat jealous of it. He won’t say it outright, but he might sulk a bit and pout when you speak with him. In these instances, you should show Malleus just as much affection as you show the nesoberi--and he’ll just melt in your hands.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #Malleus Draconia #Vil Schoenheit #Riddle Rosehearts #Rook Hunt #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #Reader #self insert #curiouser and curiouser #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

[skunked-up-kicks]

About Allison yeah. I think people acknowledge she’s a bit ableist and classist but they erase the fact she was fine/complicit with Seth’s homophobia and treatment of Nicky (tbh it seems like all the upperclassmen were??) + what that post said. This isn’t hate I love Allison! But I think she’s much more interesting as a character with flaws that make sense with her upbringing and backstory rather than just #girlboss.

okay my response to this is ungodly long so, if you're interested...

1. her ableism

the thing is when people do acknowledge her ableism it's always with how she treats andrew (which makes sense cause it's the most obvious, and they're not wrong) but it kinda results in an issue. the way these fics that acknowledge this usually go is that allison calls andrew 'monster' and maybe talks about how he's 'psychotic' or something. then it goes one of few ways:

1) neil tells her (and usually all the upperclassmen as they get grouped together seeing as they all do this) not to speak about andrew like that, maybe he threatens her or something. the problem with this is that he's just scaring her into being silent, her mindset doesn't actually change.

2) neil gives a speech about how andrew is actually good, and generally how he's 'not as bad as she thinks' or something. now correct me if i'm wrong, but the issue i see with this is that, it's not actually telling her that her mindset about people with mental illnesses and/or trauma is wrong- just that andrew isn't the right person to direct her ableism too, but there are people out there who are 'as bad as she thinks'. it's kinda like the attitude that as long as andrew does enough to redeem himself he can be treated as human and not a 'monster' which is... yeah.

3) basically the same issue as the last one, andrew proves he's actually good because allison and the others see him do something outwardly affectionate. thereby proving he is actually all good now.

sometimes fics have a mix of these but basically the thing is that her ableism is never actually 'fixed' (for lack of a better word). most that happens is that it's no longer directed at andrew, but this is a worldview that she has, it's not just a dislike of andrew- realistically it's not just isolated to him.

to clarify though, i'm genuinely not intending to shame people who write these fics cause they are acknowledging her ableism, which is good. and similar with how people approach aarons homophobia, it's incredibly hard to write someone overcoming a prejudice. i certainly couldn't do it, and realistically maybe it's not somethìng that can be done in a fic. given that often it's a long-term process where you have to check yourself often.

it's especially complicated because she somehow needs to come to the realization that villifying andrew isn't right because despite the wrong that he has done- and he has done wrong, we can't deny that- he is still a person deserving of at least the deceny to not be compared to a monster and dehumanised in that way. she needs to realise that while andrew shouldn't do those things and can be called out for it, that the way he acts is a product of his trauma. BUT he is still responsible for his actions, and while she can rightfully choose to not associate with andrew, she shouldn't discourage others from doing so in the way that she does. it really is complicated and there's a lot of nuance there which makes it a hard topic to deal with cause... how do you write someone learning that?

but yeah, that's my thoughts on that.

2. her classism

i honestly don't see people acknowledge this a lot? i think one of the ways we see it manifest is how she talks about the way neil dresses... and in fics she often insists neil buys better clothes, usually more expensive ones. which is portrayed usually as her being a caring friend, which i get, but i think neil would actually find this really annoying lol.

i think an interesting way to look at her classism would be in her and dans relationship given the extreme differences they grew up. same thing with her relationship with seth, as he grew up poor too.

with seth, she might have sometimes been ashamed of the way he acted and dressed, maybe of the way he spoke too...? i can picture them fighting over that and her being a bitch about it. she would probably speak badly about the place seth grew up in too..

with dan, i feel like dan might get frustrated when allison, for example, doesn't know how much ordinary things cost (a thing a lot of celebs have shown to have no knowledge of). or dan might even get jealous or angry at the way allison can just throw away her moneyvand buy things carelessly (think of her reaction when her car got trashed, she could just get another 'toy'), while she was brought up saving money at any instance she could.

not much to say on this tbh... i think it would be cool to see this explored a bit more though.

3. complicit in homophobia

someone made a post on here about how allison would be the type of girl to preach equality while having a homophobic boyfriend... and yeah.. that's it really lol, hit the nail on the head.

again, a lot of people make her very progressive and woke, and i think this is tied to the very common hc of her being bi. (despite the fact that when betting on neils sexuality she doesn't consider bi an option which makes me think she is canonically straight..). i think it's hard for people to address the fact that she is complicit in homophobia while also headcanonning her as bi, cause it seems like she wouldn't be if she actually was bi. from my knowledge, bi women (and bi ppl in general) not being supportive of gay people and/or not standing up against homophobia isn't really a common issue? (pls correct me if i am wrong though) usually prejudice goes the other way due to the biphobia in the LGBTQ+ community. so it's hard to think about and write about.

when it comes to the other upperclassmen, i seem to remember dan and matt standing up against seth? though i could be remembering that wrong or getting it confused with a fic.

4. #girlboss

i highly agree with you that she really does just get reduced to just a #girlboss a LOT. and i think the same thing happens with the other female characters... i mean, just look at katelyn. there's no evidence that she is some kind of badass but many want to make her one.. but she can be an interesting character without having to fit this ideal #girlboss.

i understand wanting to make female characters cool and badass but in the process it feels like we're losing variety... i personally don't want the exact same personality and way of acting plastered onto every female character.

a strong female character is not defined by how much they can kick a guy in the balls but rather how well they are written, and to be written well they need flaws. and when making female characters #girlbosses we usually lose the flaws :(

like you said, this isn't to hate on allison. i just think sometimes we miss the parts of her character that make her truly interesting.. and i think that's a real shame..

anyway, i think that that's all that i had to say lol. if you read up till this point, thank you! and thank you for the ask anon :)

#oof this was long lol #ask #mine #aftg #allison reynolds #cw ableism #cw biphobia #cw homophobia #cw classism #i think thats everything..?

[crashdevlin]

Another Second Chance 1- Black Hole

Another Second Chance Masterlist,  Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: It's been five years since Jensen broke Y/n's heart and she's avoided him completely, but avoidance only lasts so long.

Pairing: past Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2302

Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of background angst, mostly no warnings.

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Things change. Either gradually or in catastrophic leaps, things change. Fact of life, unfortunately. Songs have been sung, books have been penned, movies have been made, all centered around that single inarguable fact.

When I was a younger woman, I thought that nothing really ever changed, that the facts of my life were that I was weak and stupid and I was always going to be in love with people who didn’t want me and were too good for me, that I was going to be miserable and alone forever. I was certain that I was the same person at 26 that I was at 16 and that’s just how things were always going to be.

I can honestly say, at 34 years old, I’m a different woman than I was at 16 or 26 or 30...and I may be alone, but I am not miserable.

I’m successful. I’m happy. I have friends and I have fans. I am well-rounded and, despite a hundred things working against me, well-adjusted. I’ve learned that I don’t need to be dating someone to be happy. In fact, without all the drama surrounding me whenever I do date someone, I’m happier. I have my children and I have my friends and I am happy. 2025 is shaping up to be one of my best years yet and I am ecstatic to see where it leads.

I’m sitting at my computer when my phone goes off. I don’t recognize the number so I Google it. King Woods Private School, the school Jensen wants to send Mav to. Weird that they’d call me when Jensen has primary custody. I answer immediately. “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Y/l/n? Maverick Ackles’ mother?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Hi, Ma’am. I’m Caroline Smith, Dean of Admissions for King Woods Private School. Your son’s father applied to our institution for the Fall semester for Kindergarten.”

“Oh, yeah. He told me. Said his father is very excited to get him in there.”

“His father didn’t tell you?”

“Mav’s nanny mentioned it, too, but...Jensen and I-”

“Had a very public falling out a few years ago, we’ve done our research,” she interrupts me. “But the thing is, King Woods is a very family-oriented institute and we need both parents to participate in all activities like monthly PTAs and volunteer nights. We need to make sure that both active parents can work together amicably. On that note, we have an admissions interview with little Maverick on Friday and we require your presence. Can you make it? 10:30 am.”

“Ten-thirty on Friday? Y-yeah. I can...I can totally do that. I will...see you then, Mrs. Smith.”

“See you then, ma’am. I’m looking forward to meeting you and your son. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” I set my phone to the side of my laptop and take a deep breath. Jensen and I haven’t been in the same room since NolaCon 2020. We’ve emailed a few times, but haven’t even spoken on the phone...in several years...and that’s better. It’s better for everyone if we don’t talk because then we don’t argue and we don’t fall into patterns that leave us in bad shape.

But for Maverick’s future, for Maverick’s good, I will have to do it.

I call Misha. He encourages me and tells me it’ll be okay. He supports me. He’s an amazing friend, has been for years, one of the few I got in the breakup. Most of our friends specifically didn’t take sides. Kim and Briana and Misha, they sided with me...the girls a little more vocally than Meesh, but it ended up a small rift between Misha and Jensen. I put an end to J2M and it hurts a bit when I think about it. They still talk sometimes but nothing like they used to.

Jared still talks to me every once in a while, but he sided with Jensen. Of course he did. Jensen’s his brother. But Jared tries to keep me involved in his life, he tries to stay a friend...but he’s Jensen’s first, always has been.

“It’s gonna suck,” I say, shaking my head.

“Yeah. But still. You gotta do it, right?” Misha says and I chuckle. To the point with Mr. Collins.

“Yeah. I gotta do it. It’s just...I haven’t seen him in years. I mean...except pictures on Instagram. It’s gonna be weird.”

“You know what I say about weird, right?”

“Yeah. But this isn’t the GISH and Random Acts kinda weird, this is...a pit in my stomach that feels like a bowling ball and a fear of reversion to the person I was in the past kinda weird.”

“You’ve grown too much to revert and that bowling ball will go away when you get comfortable again.”

“That’s…that’s the problem. What happens if I get comfortable with him again, Misha?” I’m scared of it. “He’s like this black hole that sucks me in every time and the only way I’ve been able to stave off the destruction of my universe these last five years is to keep my distance. I don’t know what to do when I’m in close proximity to the black hole.”

“You can do this, Y/n. You won’t have any problems...and maybe Jensen’s grown over the last five years, too.”

“Well, you’ve talked to him more than I have. You’d know how much growing he’d done.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re spending all our time together anymore.”

I nod. “So...hope for the best, that he’s grown and things will be okay, and keep my distance from the dark vortex.”

“Exactly.” Misha smiles and looks directly at the camera. “You got this.”

Yeah, I do. I got this.

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I wear an embroidered black silk Joanna Mastroianni dress to the interview. Not a lot of makeup, but enough to accentuate my features. I keep my hair out of my face and I wear sensible, cute shoes. I look good, but not like I’m trying to look good. I look like I’m trying to look presentable and classy for the people in charge of my son’s education.

I make it to the school first and I sit in a plush chair in the waiting room and wait with my legs crossed neatly to the side. I pull out my phone and start playing a game of Solitaire.

“Mommy!” Maverick’s voice pulls my attention away from the Seven of Hearts that is stuck behind the Six of Diamonds that is arresting my forward momentum in the game. I smile as he runs at me, full-speed, and I slip my phone in my purse as he throws his arms around my neck. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Mav!” I exclaim. I lean back and look into the beautiful green eyes he inherited from his father. “Have you been having fun with Daddy?”

“Yes! All the time!” Mav says.

He turns his head to look at the door to the lobby as Jensen walks in. Holy shit. He let his hair grow out a bit...little longer than when he was playing a demon. It's multi toned, what would be called 'Salt and Pepper' in any other man, but it looks more like 'Walnut and light Roux' on him. He's rocking his ginger beard and it has some actual salt in the color. He's wearing a blue suit...a masterpiece tailored to take away your breath. The man knows how to make an entrance.

He's still gorgeous...and I’m still stuck on him. Fuck.

I stand and take Mav’s hand as Jensen steps closer. I focus on his forehead. I can’t look at those eyes. I can’t look at those lips or those freckles on his cheeks. Forehead is safe. He tucks his hands in the pockets of his slacks and licks his lips. “Hi,” I greet him, and my voice sounds awkward, too high-pitched.

“Hey,” he responds and oh, God, that voice.

Breathe. Stay away from the singularity, avoid being pulled into the black hole. “You doin’ good?”

He nods. “Yeah. You?”

“Just fine.” Dying, being sucked into a vortex in space.

He opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something else when a tall brunette woman in a smart pantsuit walks out of the office. “Mr. Ackles? Miss Y/l/n?” We nod as she drops to kneel in front of Mav and me. “And this must be little Maverick.”

Mav turns and hides his face in my skirt. “Sorry. He’s a little shy around new people. He’ll warm up to you.”

“It’s okay. It’s natural.” She stands and extends her hand to me and then Jensen, shaking our hands. “Good to see you both here. So, we’re going to take Maverick in and watch him play a bit, get a sense of his social and developmental placement and if he’s a good fit for King Woods, then we will make that happen.”

Jensen and I nod, then I gently pull Mav away from my legs. “You’re gonna go with the nice lady and play with some toys, answer some questions, okay? You can rock that, right, buddy?” Mav nods and smiles at me and Jensen.

“And you two will be just fine out here together, right?” Mrs. Smith says. She’s making sure we won’t freak out on each other. Freaking out on each other is not the problem.

“Of course we will,” Jensen answers. “We’re gonna park ourselves right here in these chairs and wait for you to tell us how brilliant our boy is.” He winks at the woman and she swoons a bit...I have to stop myself from doing the same as I step back toward the chair I was sitting in before. She offers Maverick her hand and he looks back at me before he takes it and follows her as she leads him away toward a playroom. I play with the hem of my dress for a few moments as Jensen takes the seat next to me, his bowlegs stretching out in front of him a bit. “So...listened to that cover album you did...with, uh, Rob, Rich, and Mark. It came out real good. ‘A Little Dive Bar in Dahlonega’ was perfect.”

I look down and my cheeks heat up. “Thanks. Uh...you and Steve are working on Volume Four, right? How’s that comin’?”

“Pretty good. Not bad at all, actually.” There’s a moment of silence and I sneak a look at him. He’s biting his bottom lip. Black hole, black hole, black hole. “Oh, and how’s that Shakespeare thing goin’?”

My eyes light up and I look over at him. “Midsummer! Yes. My pet project! It’s coming. Rich has signed on to direct a few episodes and Matt signed up to be my Puck. I’m really excited to see what we can do with that universe. Fairies are so my jam!”

“Are you just producing and writing it, or are you gonna be acting in it?” he asks, leaning forward, showing interest, active listening.

“I’m Hermia, actually. It’s coming along very well.”

“That’s really good. I’m...happy for you.” He smiles and I bite my tongue. God. This is bad. This is so fucking bad. I look away from him. “So, uh, I heard that you RSVP’d to Padalecki’s July Fourth barbecue, but you never showed up.”

I shake my head and sigh. Of course Jared told him I flaked on Independence Day. “Yeah. I was, uh...I was gonna go but-”

“But then you heard my shoot in Georgia got rescheduled and I wasn’t gonna be in Atlanta like I planned so you decided not to risk runnin’ into me?” he guesses.

“Yeah.” I nod and look over at him. “It was fine. I ended up watching fireworks with Nova over Skype.”

“You know...it’s been years. You don’t have to avoid me. We can be adults. Jared misses you.”

I lick my lips and nod. “It’s just hard for me to be around you. I miss Jared too, but I can’t be around you. It’s too hard.”

“This is hard?” he asks. I open my mouth to respond ‘Unbelievably’, but he keeps talking. “Because it’s not hard for me. It's the most natural thing in the world to me.”

I close my eyes and shake my head, settling back in the chair to lean away from him. “This is why it’s hard.” I open my eyes and pull my phone out to finish that game of Solitaire.

He doesn’t say anything else until Mrs. Smith walks out with Maverick fifteen minutes later. “They had a lot of toys in there!” Maverick shouts.

“Indoor voice, Mav,” I say as I stand up. I focus on Mrs. Smith. “So?”

She smiles brightly. “He’s a brilliant child. We would absolutely love to have him here at King Woods.”

“That’s great news!” Jensen exclaims.

“Indoor voice, Jay,” I joke before it hits me that I just called him ‘Jay’ and teased him. Slippery slope. Don’t get comfortable. “Uh, a-anyway. That is great news.”

“We’ll send you the information for tuition and supplies. It was wonderful to meet you both,” Mrs. Smith says.

I bend down and give Mav a hug as she walks away. “You’re awesome, kiddo. I’ll see you this weekend, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

He runs to his dad and I pick up my purse, stepping toward the door. Jensen puts his hand out as he picks Maverick up to hold him on the other side. He pulls me into a half hug and I go stiff as his hand lands on the small of my back. God, he smells so good...and his hand is so big and…

I pull away and lick my lips. “You and Daddy have fun, Mav!” I almost run out of the lobby and into the parking lot.

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[helpinghanikan]

Think fast

Mathew Murdock x Reader

Sum: There’s always the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about. Your elephant just happened to be red and supposedly blind. 

AN: This was written based on a request. Just a warning, I’m not good at dialogue nor am I good at secret feelings. Read at your own risk is what I’m saying. (Also photo is from Pixabay.com, if there’s issues with me using it I’m fix it up.)

You had discovered a new game just minutes after Matt told you everything. Starting with a ball of rubber-bands snagged from Foggy’s desk. Thrown straight towards Matt’s head but caught by his own hand, catching it to prove his point.

Annoyance and fear for his identity as DareDevil was all forced into this game. Soft balls found abandoned, small toys snagged at offices, and, the easiest, little bouncy balls bought for a quarter. All of these were destined for Matt, filled with the spiteful words you’ve always wanted to say. Less than half ever hit their mark; either missing or he’d prove himself once again and catch it.

The only time it hits the target, of course, was when there’s witnesses.

Before thinking it through your weapon of choice has already left your hand. To you this was a moment of vindication. Only made better by Matt’s, honestly over, reaction to getting hit. A quick noise of “ah!” from him making it that much sweeter. But, to everyone else, you had just assaulted a blind man.

“Got you for once,” You said with a laugh. Only slightly aware of the looks being sent your way.

“Did you have to throw it so hard, though?” He asks, a hand placed to the side of his face.

It’s hard to say why you chose Central park specifically for the meetup. It’s a bit of a walk from Hells kitchen, about two to three miles. Enough to warrant a car or taxi ride, but not enough to warrant the price. Although, now you know that walking a distance isn’t a problem for Matt and never has been.

Because of this you didn’t ask how the journey over was. Skipping the usual questions of how the driver was and if they let him control the music. Instead just stooping down to get your weapon, stowing it away for later.

Matt’s cane swishes side to side as you walk. It was a point of interest when your friendship had started. Spending at least an hour all together worried around how you’re supposed to react around the cane. Pretend like it’s not there and let it bop into your foot or keeps tabs on it and step up whenever it comes close to hitting. You had just gotten used to the thing, no different then Matt’s glasses, when Matt revealed himself. Now the interest came back tenfold, letting the white stick hit your shoe over and over until hitting a more secluded section of the park.

“You’re bullying a blind man, you know that right?” He says, the walk slowing down to just above meandering. “Bullying the disabled, could probably sue for that.”

“Well, based on your history you can probably afford yourself. How’s that going, by the way? The free charity cases thing not the suing me thing.”

“Pro-bono work?”

“Yeah, that.” Finding and taking a seat on an empty bench saved you from saying anything else stupid. “How is it?”

Matt sits down next to you with a sigh, like his weight was too much to handle on his own feet. “It’s good, it’s really good. Doing work for the people is better than taking a paycheck, it’s you know-.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it.”

Congratulations, you’ve experienced something very, very few in the world will be able to. You’ve see the three sides of one Mr. Murdock: First there is Attorney at law Mathew Murdock, a man in a bit above cheap suit, able to have you answering the question without knowing and having an audience while doing so. Second there is the DareDevil, the man in red and horns that gives either hope or fear depending on who sees him. Finally there was Matt, just Matt Murdock who had a dry chuckle and a moral alignment that was easy to understand but was sometimes annoying.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Especially after all that. All the…costumes and stuff.” You say, mentally kicking yourself for being an idiot. There was a better way to bring that up.

You had only found out because of the Devil knocking on your window. Letting the red man in, almost solely because of how Karen and Foggy seemed to trust him. Even when his voice was way too damn familiar.

You didn’t get to confirm his identity until after dealing with the cops. Two cubs who somehow got partnered together even though they were so new. Probably thinking that they’d get some serious credit if they brought in the DareDevil. Asking if they can search your apartment after seeing a “suspicious subject run up the fire escape.”

The words, “sorry, but I need a warrant first.” Came out faster then you should have. They could have come back with a warrant to search the place, but it was too weak to go through. Plus, why would they want to get the Devil off the streets? He’s doing a quarter of their jobs.

Matt was sitting on the edge of your bed when you got rid of them. Red mask with horns in his hands and a costume of braces and straps covering him. “I have to tell you something,” He said.

It was about ten minutes later that you threw the fist ball at his head.

“It’s actually a suit,” Matt corrected when the awkward silence became boring.

“Suit with little horns?” The laugh that comes with your mocking only lasts a second, long enough for Matt to smile at it. “Was it comfortable?”

Mr. I-tuck-sweatpants-into-socks Murdock shrugs. “I mean, it wasn’t silk, but it was fine. What exactly do you mean?”

“Okay, how about this; do you miss it? Wearing it and bouncing around and all that?”

He takes a second to think about how to respond. His white cane being held slightly tighter before relaxing. That was probably why he really kept the cane. Something to toy with while thinking. Acting as a key to answers that he had yet to unlock.

“No, not really. I miss the seemingly instant solutions and helping people like but not what it cost. That’s over now, though. It’s the past and I move on.” He says. A hand placed on your knee to emphasize his next words. “With what friends I have left from it all.”

The hand holding your knee was warmer than it was weeks ago. When he was in costume, I mean suit, his hand on you was too heavy to be a comfort. It was just a tool that called your attention back to his face. His actual face that was quiet until he apologized, not able to add anything else.

In that moment you had taken his hand. Feeling the glove in your hand and letting the silence settle in. Finally asking ‘what have you done?’ and staring until he spilled everything. Everything thing he’s been involved with, who knows and who could maybe figure it out. By the time he was apologizing again you were already up and on the other side of the room. Waiting for him to finally finish when you whipped around and threw the ball.

“Would you have told me if you didn’t need to hide?” You ask just as quickly as you had thrown the ball. “If you had run fast enough and gotten away or if there was a better hiding spot that didn’t involve me at all. Would you have ever told me?”

He’s holding the cane tightly again; turning the key to find the answers he didn’t have yet. The pause felt like it was lasting forever when it was only a few seconds.

He starts by speaking hesitantly; “Not that night, but I would’ve. I would have told you because it was time, not because it was convenient. Barging through your window just gave the best opportunity.”

“So, if I leave my window open tonight you’ll come in and tell me your social security number?” You the joke that calms down the emotional moment.

He chuckles softly, patting his hand on your knee while doing so. This laughing took you out of the past, leaving you two in the present, on this park bench.

#Daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #talking #dialogue #attempt at humor

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Ain’t Sayin’ She’s a Gold Digger: Part 4

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Negan x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: Sugar baby relationship, swearing

Word Count: 7,963

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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In the four months between getting the tickets, and heading to Burning Man, Jeff added seventeen countries and almost double that in states to deal with hotels that were going through the summer with bad ratings and numbers to your travel list. And while he worked, you worked with your new, temporary Burning Man assistant and your friends to organize everything you would need. It was chosen by the group, that now included Matt and Stacy, to join Kenzie and Stacy’s usual camp, which was actually a collection of make your own camps, to get the full Burner experience, and despite the fact that you felt like you were going crazy with Kenzie, who was the other natural organizer in the group, the trip came up before you knew it.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Jeff laughed as he finally drove his RV into Black Rock City behind the 26 foot U Haul filled with your contribution to camp- thousands of dollars worth of water, Gatorade, mini and regular sized liquor bottles, beer, snacks, granola and power bars, and a thrift store find stand up piano, that Matt was driving for you.

“Oh, it’ll be fun.” You giggled as you waved at someone Kenzie had been yelling out the U Haul window at.

“Did you forget, I’m an old man, sweetheart?” He asked with a glance over at you before turning to the right to head down to where your camp, Island Time was located.

“Did you forget that we decided you are seasoned, not old?” Kara asked as she held two of six boxes of decorations in place on the dinning room table.

“We definitely agreed on seasoned, your Majesty.” Dana called out from the back bedroom, where she was responsible for keeping the dozen solar powered coolers of ice in place. Your boyfriend groaned as your smile grew even more.

“Oh, I’m never going to let you live this down.” You giggled as you reached over and pat his thigh.

“Yea, and you’re just making me wanna call an Uber.”

“They have an airport!” Chelsea called out as she sat up from the couch, where she was holding a rope that connected the three massive shade tents, also named Costco Barns, that would make up your themed camp.

“Don’t encourage him.” You scolded as you turned in your seat to look back at her. “He will leave.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” She laughed as she sat up completely, as Jeff parked the RV on the left side of your camp site, and beside the U Haul that would turn into a ‘fishing pond’ for all the snacks it held. “Alright, let’s get unpacked.” You pat Jeff’s thigh once more as the girls in the back got out to start setting up.

“Just let go, sweetheart.” You told him as he set the emergency brake. “You are allowed to take a vacation and the company won’t crumble in your absence.”

“You are the only person I would agree to this for.” He said honestly as he dropped the keys in his cup holder and picked up your hand. “I love you, (Y/N). I need you to know that.”

“I love you, too, Jeff. So, so much.”

“Are you two gunna help, or are you just gunna sit there all day?” Dana asked as she grabbed one of the decorations boxes to carry out. You muttered ‘shut up’ and gave Jeff a chaste kiss before getting out to begin the long day of work. Kate, who was the mastermind behind your camp’s theme, started directing instantly, transforming the square of desert into a tropical wonderland. 

Your group had thought of everything, from a had painted directional sign that pointed fellow Burners to coffee, the Playa, the Deep Playa, City Center, the bathrooms, and of course, the Burning Man center piece and The Temple, to a bunch of tropical themed pool rafts to be used by whomever as seats. You had a blue tarp on the ground and the dyed canvas covers above you that Chelsea had painted to look like waves, and dozens of starfish, jellyfish, and fish toys zip tied anywhere they could go so they didn’t become missiles in a dust storm. 

There were four fishing poles laid against the U Haul, which had giant handmade banners on each side to promote your camp, and they were set up for ‘fishing’ with baskets on the end of the 100 pound test line that Jeff swore would hold up for what you needed it to. And the piece de le resistance of your camp was an inflatable palm tree cooler, that would have ice cold drinks for anyone passing by that needed one, that would sit directly in front of the piano you had brought to play as yet another contribution to the Burning Man community.

“It’s perfect.” Dana said with a proud smile as you on Jeff’s shoulders, and Chelsea on Matt’s strung up the last strings of blue lights in the canopy.

“I would hope so.” Kate said with a nod. “I busted my ass to figure out this design.”

“Hey! Beach girls!” A guy called out as he rode by your camp on his bike. “Nice idea!” You all yelled thanks as Jeff kneeled down so you could climb off.

“Damn, it’s hot.” He sighed as he sat down on one of the couple chairs you had brought. You nodded in agreement and used your already dust covered shirt to wipe off your face.

“I need a shower.”

“Get used to being dirty.” Kenzie said as she just took off her shirt and tossed it on a chair on her way over to grab a the reusable water bottle with her name on it so she could fill it up from the sink on the outside of the RV.

“So are we getting ready to open here or what?” Matt asked as he helped Chelsea dump ice from one of the solar power coolers into the palm tree cooler.

“Yea, someone throw up the fishing sign.” You said as you two pulled off your shirt and headed inside to get dressed. “I’ll go get ready.”

——

“Oh, do you know ‘Piano Man’?” A girl asked as she skipped up to your piano with a champagne slushy from a few camps down. You glanced up at her and nodded as you set down your mermaid patterned water bottle, that was currently filled with rum and coke and adjusted your shell patterned bikini top.

“I wouldn’t be a piano playing mermaid if I didn’t!” You cried as your fingers moved from playing a random melody to the newest request. You started playing over the cheers of a man, who had gotten a mini bottle of Jäger and a bag of Goldfish in his fishing pole bucket, as the girl in front of you cheered and started singing with you, and the group that had collected in your tent at some point since the sun went down. You glanced over at Jeff, who had decided months ago that he was going to be on whatever shift you were on, and gave him a slightly knowing smile, since his only job was to make sure ice was being made in the ice genies you had filling your freezer, and that the ice that was melting was draining into a new one to make more ice as needed. 

He’d spent most of his evening simply watching you, and holding up polite conversations with people that had come in to your tent and had some how slipped past Matt, and Stacy, who were on an entertainment shift with you in the main part of your camp, while Dana played ‘fish’ in the fan filled U Haul, and the other girls rode around to check out some of the rest of the camps. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with him like you had every day for the past couple months. He was just entirely too good for you, and you didn’t ever want to be away from him.

“Alright, guys, I’m gunna take a break for a few hours.” You said when you saw Kenzie and Kara on their bikes. “Put requests in the fish bowl!”

“We’re switching out?” Matt asked as grabbed a beer from the palm tree.

“Yea, we’re gunna go burn a while.” You said as you adjusted your mermaid scales bottoms on your way over to the U Haul. You yelled your intentions to Dana, who was going to switch places with Kenzie for the second shift of fishing, and grabbed your heavily decorated with bright neon blue LED battery power lights beach cruiser.

“You know, I don’t know if I remember how to ride a bike.” Jeff said softly as he grabbed his matching, mixed color bike from next to yours.

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall or embarrass yourself, my love.” He leaned over and kissed your temple as you grabbed your alcohol filled bottle and a water filled one as well and stuck them in your basket. “Alright, let’s…”

“Hey wait!” The girl that asked you to play Piano Man said as she came running out to the road. She smiled at you and held out a pair of pills. “Thank you. For my song.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to…”

“Take them.” She giggled as she grabbed your hand and put the two pills in your palm. “Happy Burn.” You nodded at her and looked over at Jeff with a smile.

“Just don’t think.” You said as you put a pill on your tongue, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him roughly. You could feel him tense up the slightest bit as you pushed the pill between his lips with your tongue, but after a moment, he loosened up, and let you give him the ecstasy. 

“What kinda bad influence are you?” He laughed as you popped your pill in your mouth and followed it with a swig of your drink.

“One that you love.” You cooed as you straddled your bike and put your feet on the pedals. “You coming?”

“I guess I am.” He sighed as he got on his bike and briefly wobbled after you before he gained his confidence and pulled up to your side. “Thank you for not letting me back out.”

“Well look at it this way now.” You said as you grabbed your head lamp from the basket, switched it on, and put it on your head. “I just did ecstasy and am headed out to la Playa at prime time in Burning Man time in a bathing suit.”

“Yea, and if you walk more than five feet away from me at any point in time, I’ll take you to Europe, steal all of your things, and leave you there for a week to fend for yourself.”

“Oh, that sounds dangerous.” You teased as you pulled into the center of Black Rock City. You rode over to where a group of bikes and parked yours in the line with the rest, making sure to lock the wheel to the frame just in case someone drunkenly confused your bike with theirs.

“I don’t dance.” Jeff yelled at you over the music.

“You don’t have to.” You laughed as you laced your arm with his and pointed the farthest camp on the edge. “How about we start there and work our way down the line until the E kicks on?” With a nod, he reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours to walk with you. It only took about an hour for the drugs to kick in, and in that time you had been gifted a rubber bracelet for the event because you had pretty hair, a few glow stick bracelets and necklaces which made you realize you forgot yours in the RV, and more than a few shots and drinks. And as you were talking to someone about your time in Juilliard, and disagreeing with them on why your Burning Man nickname should not be ‘Keys’, you realized that Jeff was lost in his roll and the softness of your skin on the back of your neck.

“You OK?” You laughed at him when you had a moment break in the conversation.

“Why is your skin so soft?”

“Because you’re high, baby.” You laughed before saying a quick ‘see you later, come see us’ so you could hunt down your bikes before you got lost in the sensation, too.

“You’re back quick.” Dana said as you pulled up to the campsite and got off your bike.

“Yep.” Kenzie, who was sitting right next to her took one look at you before sitting up and turning to the group.

“OK, someone needs to turn the music up right now so we don’t have to hear them fuck!”

“God, you’re impossible.” You laughed as you headed in to the RV with Jeff’s hand in yours, while the people under your tent cheered for you. The second the door closed behind you, you kissed your boyfriend and walked him back to the king sized bed, closing the door only a couple seconds before your clothes hit the floor.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Jeff sighed when he got you completely undressed, and laid out on the blankets. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

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“You know, I’m honestly surprised you lasted the entire week.” You admitted to Jeff, as he held the door to room one of four suites so you and your friends could shower off and have a good night sleep before you flew home. He huffed at you as your friends all tiredly headed into their rooms beside and across the hall from you to shower and wash off the six layers of dirt and catch up the dozens of hours of missed sleep.

“That is only because I wasn’t leaving my gorgeous girlfriend alone in the desert with that many drugs, and that many naked people.” You snorted a laugh through your nose, dropped your purse on the floor just inside the door, and kicked off your shoes in opposite directions on the way to the shower. “Hey, who said you could go first?”

“I will kill you if you think you are getting in before me.” You growled as you pulled off your clothes and got into the shower. “Get in here and help me.” You whined as you stood out of the way of the shower spray and turned the water on.

“So needy.” He huffed as he stripped out of his clothes and stepped in the shower in front of you. With a content sigh, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest.

“This is all I need in life anymore.” You told him as you watched dirty water wash through and around the soft hairs on his chest. You adjusted your cheek and sighed once more as he grabbed a bar of soap and washed you off in lazy circles.

“Move in with me.” Those four words made your stomach flip as you looked up at the first man that had ever made you feel worth while, and nodded your head without needing to give the proposition any thought otherwise. 

“I’m taking a long nap first.” You replied with a smirk as you laid your head back down on his chest.

“I think that can be arranged, baby girl.”

The next two weeks of your life was a complete whirlwind as you packed up all your belongings, moved across Central Park to Jeff’s Upper East Side home, and helped Chelsea move out of the four bedroom hell hole she lived in with 3 total wack jobs and a horrible landlord since she spent half the time sleeping on your couch as is, and into your old room. But just as you were getting everything settled, you caught some kind of stomach bug that turned out to be something way more serious.

Jeff stood pin straight still, and dead silent, as you both stared at the door of the hospital room you were in- a trip you made because he couldn’t take one more night of you throwing up and writhing on the bathroom floor in pain. You had no idea what he was thinking, but then again, neither did he. You were both just absolutely terrified.

“Are they OK?” You both asked the second the doctor walked into the room.

“Let’s just take a look, OK?” He said with a reassuring smile. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe him as every single drug you took in Black Rock City ran like a bad movie in your head. You reached out for Jeff at the same moment he took a step toward you, as the doc grabbed the ultrasound wand. You actually held your breath as he located the two side by side blobs and nodded his head.

“They look fine.” You exhaled forcefully and burst into fear and joy fill tears, as Jeff sat down in the chair next to you in relief. “Two healthy babies.”

“We did a lot of drugs.” Jeff said as he worried your hand between his as he stared at the monitor. “And a lot of drinking at Burning Man...” 

“And all I can say on that is get in touch with an OBGYN, and disclose everything. I won’t lie to you, there could be some consequences, but I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’ve seen drug addicts who used everyday of their pregnancy and had perfectly functioning, otherwise healthy babies. I’d just refrain from any and all alcohol consumption and drug use.”

“Oh absolutely.” You said with a nod as you took the two photos he handed you and held the delicately in your hands. “I’ll do everything by the book.”

“Just don’t worry to much about what you did. Focus on what you can do for them now.” You nodded your head and took the paper script from him, which Jeff took from you right after. “Something to help with the nausea. And I’ll have the nurse bring in a list of some OBGYN’s in town for you as well.”

“Thank you, doc.” Jeff said with a nod as he stood up and shook the man’s hand. “We appreciate it.” With another nod, the doctor left the room to go about his day, and you looked up at the father of your children and started to cry.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” He shushed you softly and shook his head as he leaned down to wrap you in a hug.

“It’s ok, baby girl.” He whispered as he held you to his shoulder with his hand on the back of your head. “I’m not mad. It’s OK now. We’ll all be OK.” You nodded for a second before your stomach rolled, and you practically shoved him away to grab the vomit bag the nurse had given you to get sick in. “It’s OK.” He repeated as he gently rubbed your back and picked up the ultrasounds from your lap to look at them in complete disbelief. “We’re all gunna be alright.”

——

Jeff didn’t speak to you for three days after you got home, other than to check to see how you were feeling, and to remind you he loved you every night as you walked out of the living room to the master bedroom without him, which was unusual for him, since you usually went to bed together. On the fourth night, you got fed up with laying in his bed, waiting for the man that you had fallen head over heels in love with, the father of your children, and grabbed your pillow and the blanket to head down to the guest bedroom. You made it almost all the way to the door, when it opened toward you. Jeff stopped for a moment and looked at you with eyes full of concern, as you hiked the blankets and your pillow up a little more. 

“No.” He said simply with a shake of his head, as if it were the answer to all of your problems.

“No, you no!” You snapped back as tears welled in your eyes. “I’m going…”

“I always wanted kids.” He sighed as he stepped in front of you and pulled the blanket out of your arms to put it back on the bed. “Hillarie couldn’t conceive. And the few times she did, we miscarried before the end of the first trimester.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you know that fear doesn’t go away?” He asked as he walked you around to your side of the bed. “Fear that you’re going to blink and everything is going to be ripped away from you, that doesn’t just go away.” He sighed as he pulled off his shoes and carefully laid you down on the bed so he could get in behind you. As if you were China doll about to break, he scooted up behind you as close as he could, and gently wrapped his arm under yours across your chest. 

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry I’ve pulled away from you. It is absolutely not your fault, or the fact that you are pregnant. I love you so fucking much and I need you with me every fucking day for the rest of my life. And now I need our kids just as much, but I’m fucking terrified. I can’t… I can’t…”

“I’m scared too.” You whispered as you pulled his arm even closer to you. “What if I fucked them up?”

“Then we will figure it out together, baby.” He sighed as he hugged you a little tighter. “I’m sorry I pulled away. I needed a minute and I never should have taken it silently without telling you what I was doing. That was not fair to you. I’ve just never been good at handling hard life shit.” You shook your head in agreement and sniffled as your tears fell on his arms and your pillow. “I’m sorry. Forgive me…” You nodded your head and rolled over to face him, and he held you to his chest as his own tears welled in his eyes.

“Just tell me it’s gunna be OK.” You sobbed as you held on to his shirt so he wouldn’t leave when you voiced your insecurities. “Tell me I didn’t kill our babies at stupid fucking Burning Man or that they aren’t going to end up blind, or with only one limb between them….”

“No, shhh…” He tried with a shake of his head as he realized that you were dealing with different versions of his same fears about the situation. “Our babies are going to be just fine. Unless they’re boys… then we’re both screwed.”

“No, I want boys!” You whined as he leaned back enough to kiss your forehead and wipe away your tears for you.

“Then we are going to have two, healthy boys, that have all ten fingers and all ten toes each, in their right places, on the right babies. And they’re gunna be smart, and handsome, and funny, and…”

“Perfect?” He nodded his head as he moved his hand to your stomach with as big of smile as his nervous self could handle.

“They will be perfect.”

——

“OK, you understand that I’m supposed to be peacefully resting at home, right? Not looking at new houses…”

“You’ve taken over my closet.” Jeff laughed as he held the elevator door open on the fourth floor of the millionth condo you had seen in the past six week. “And it’ll only be a matter of time before you start taking over the one in the guest bedroom. Besides my place is more of a bachelor pad still. It’s not really kid friendly…”

“I know what you’re doing.” You said as you stopped in front of 4B and turned around to look at him as you put your hand on your back and cocked your eyebrow at him. You pointed at the bump that officially stuck out past your boobs and shook your head. “We made it to the second trimester. You don’t need to distract yourself...”

“But we still need a bigger house.” He chuckled as he leaned towards you to knock at the door. “One that you can decorate for our family and not my assistant for my tastes.”

“Whatever.” You huffed as you turned toward Jeff’s real estate agent, Mark. “So? Let’s hear it.”

“Four beds, three and a half baths.” Mark started as he walked backwards into the living room. “Thirty five hundred square feet, and washer and dryer in the unit.”

“Big kitchen?” You asked as you curled your lip at the hideous purple painted book shelf in the study to your left off the living room. “Eww…”

“Big kitchen.” Mark agreed as Jeff followed you around, taking mental notes about the things he would need to change for you to make this the house you wanted to start your family in since he didn’t mind one bit where he lived as long as you were there with him.

“God, who designed this place?” You asked as you turned around and looked at weird, bell shaped light on the far side of the open concept room in what had to be the dining room. “Schools?”

“7, 2, and 8 out of 10.” He said as he looked at his notebook to get the answers to the questions he knew you were going to ask since he had been working with you for a few weeks. “The building was built in 1906 and was last coded in 2019. Been on the market five days and it’s already seen three people.” You shook your head as you peaked into the half bath and the walk in pantry across the way, before heading into the absolutely gorgeous white and grey kitchen, thats only blemish was the colored cushions on the bench in the breakfast nook in the corner, and more of the same strange gold bell lamp shades. 

“This could be a play room.” Jeff said as he looked at the den that backed the kitchen.

“You have another closet back there. And the laundry room with a sink is over there.” You nodded your head and glanced down the hall that lead to the bedrooms, as Jeff came up behind you with a smirk.

“You are poker facing awful hard, baby girl.”

“Other than paint, and changing light fixtures, I love it, but I’m not telling him that.” Your love huffed and nodded his head as you walked over to look at the actual laundry room with a sink, cabinets, and counter space, and the large walk in closet.

“It also has 3-zone central AC, a humidification system, and radiant-heated floors in the bathrooms. And it has a part time doorman, a live-in super, more added storage, and a bike room. The walk score is 98, and transit is 100. Now I think is the cutest part of the house is this room right here. I know Mr. Morgan said you were having twins, and this is perfect already if they are girls, or it can be painted for boys…”

“Oh, wow.” You said as your facade slipped for only a moment when you saw the built in bookshelves on one wall, and the already built in bunk beds next to the long closet on the other. You glanced up at Jeff with a smirk you couldn’t control, and he kissed your forehead in silent confirmation.

“What are they asking?”

“$5,375,000.” Jeff whistled as you looked at the similar room across the hall, that had the same bookshelves on one wall but a small ensuite on the other wall. 

“HOA?”

“It’s a little higher than the rest.” Mark said as he followed you and Jeff through the second to last bedroom, and the bath that it shared with the room with the bunk beds. “$5,018”

“Can you give us a minute?” Jeff asked as you stepped into the last room, the master bedroom.

“You may not have enough room in this closet either, baby.”

“Finally found one you like?” You finally let your smile show, and nodded your head as you turned on the wood floors that ran through all of the bedrooms toward him. He sighed and put his hands on your hips with a small smile that made your heart melt and your stomach flip. “Do you want it?”

“Do you?” He nodded his head and searched your eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“I’m gunna say the same thing I said to Hillarie when I bought our first house. This house will be our house, until the day comes when you don’t want me here anymore, which hopefully is never. But if that day comes, this house will still be yours, and our kids, for the rest their lives… unless you cheat on me, or if you attempt to steal money from me, which yes, it is possible, because I watched my ex-wife try to do it. Not saying you would, but I still need to lay the rules out…”

“Wait… you’re giving me a house?”

“No.” He chuckled as he moved his hands to the small of your back to hug you. “I’m buying us a house, that I’m going to put your name on as well, so that we both know that you and our children will always be taken care of. Because you are the real love of my life… and I need to know that you are safe.” You couldn’t help yourself but to start crying, and his smile simply grew more as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Wanna walk through it one more time to make sure you really love it?”

“Yes…”

“Well go on then.” He chuckled before giving you a chaste kiss. “I’m going to talk price and see if I can get them to do a short sale so we can get in here and get that purple book shelf painted…”

“Eww and change those horrid light shades, please!”

“We can find some new light shades, sweetheart.”

“Hey baby!” You called out before he could walk out of the room. “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” You blew him a kiss and turned to look at the small white and bronze accented bathroom, that would have to have to be redone in some actual color, before heading back over to the bedroom with the bunk beds.

“This is gunna be your room one day, babies.” You whispered as you rubbed your bump and looked down at your babies as the reality that they would never have to live the life you did growing up caught up with you. You started to cry again as you looked up at a giant giraffe stuffed animal the owners kids owned, and choked on your tears with a laugh. “God, and I promise I will never buy you two something so tacky.”

——

“OK, this is just not fucking fair.” Dana said as she walked into your new, freshly painted, co-decorated, slightly remodeled home for your gender reveal. “This place could fit my house like ten times over!”

“She looked at about a million and one to find this one.” Jeff teased as he took the giant basket she was carrying from her.

“What’s in the basket?” You asked as you pushed the front door closed and took a step toward your boyfriend, only to have him turn away and Dana step in front of you.

“You can open it later.” She laughed as she turned you around and pushed you into your living room. “Now show me around. Be a good hostess before everyone else gets here.”

“Oh, Jesus I can’t even… You’re so needy!”

“Oh, I know! It’s so hard to be a good host.” She laughed back as she followed you to the kitchen, where you had dozens of finger foods and desserts in pink and blue.

“OK, wait. You have to place your vote.” You said as you pointed to the dry erase board you had borrowed from her office. “Two boys, two girls, or one of each. And then you have to wear the beads.”

“Oh, I like it!” She said as she lifted the two strands of blue beads from around your neck. “You want boys?”

“Oh, I need boys.” You said as you held out a few dry erase markers for her to choose. “Dana, we’re girls. Do you remember how much trouble we got in to?”

“Yea, but so do boys.” She pointed out as she drew a mark under the one boy, one girl column and picked up one of each necklace.

“Yes, but boys listen to their mothers.” You reminded her as you want over and grabbed a glass of blue raspberry lemonade and a blue straw from the table of the breakfast nook. “Come on, you have to see the boy’s room.”

“What if it’s one and one?”

“Then I guess I’m just going to have to recreate the room on the other side? I don’t know. I do know that I’ve grown to hate this purplish pinkish bleck shade they had in here…”

“Oh, that’s really cool. But I see about the color, this is awful.”

“So this one shares a bathroom with the one next door. And the one across the hall has an ensuite so it’s the guest room. And our room is next to that…”

“Oh, let me see the remodel you did with that. You changed the bathroom, right?”

“OK, so first, you have to see the final product so I can show you how we changed it because the way they set this up is just asinine.”

“What did they…”

“Who makes a master bathroom five feet wide and thinks that’s OK?” You asked as you stepped into the master suite and pushed open the bathroom door. “So this wall stopped here and we pushed it out into one of the two closets the undecided room had and doubled the size. And then I added the tub because I needed it.”

“I like this color.” She said as she touched the dark teal accent wall behind the mirror.

“I used the same one on the bookshelf in the study because I liked it so much.” You said with a nod. “We also pushed this wall into the walk in because Jeff still has his closet space out here and I didn’t need that much space, so that few feet gave us just the amount of room we needed.” Dana nodded and turned toward you with a smile.

“Are you happy, (Y/N)? Like not because of the physical possessions… does he make you happy?” You smiled and nodded your head as you put your hand on your 20 week along bump.

“Dana, I’m pretty sure I would die without him in my life. I have never loved someone the way I love Jeff.” Her smile grew as she stepped forward and put her hands on either side of your stomach.

“Then I know I made the right choice in calling you back that day.” You nodded your head as Jeff called your name from outside the door, and you looked over at him with a smile.

“My mom just got here. Are you done touring?”

“Where did your beads go, mister?” You asked as you turned toward him and followed him out of your room. 

“Mom votes with me that they are both girls so I gave them to her.” He laughed as he reached out for your hand just long enough to pull you to the side to put his hand on the small of your back.

“And you know I’m going to keep giving you shit until you put them back on, Daddy.” You cooed as you grabbed two pink bead necklaces and held them out to him. “Or you can sleep on the couch, far far away from Mommy and the boys.”

“See, I like her already.”

“Thanks Mom.” Jeff laughed as he put his necklaces on and turned you around to the food covered island. “Sweetheart, this is my mom, Sandy. Mom, the love of my life, mother of daughters…”

“Sons.” You laughed as you stepped forward to the grandmother of your children. “(Y/N). It’s so nice to finally meet you, Sandy.”

“Oh, please. It’s Mom.” She said sweetly as she gestured to your bump. “May I?”

“Absolutely!” You laughed as you reached out for her hands and pulled her a step closer. “You’ve got the soccer player down here, and the long jumper that uses my ribs as a jumping board up here. I say they have to be boys because like two nights ago, they got into what felt like a slap fight against my bladder and I feel like only boys would be that rude to their mother in the middle of the night.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” She laughed as she rubbed your bump through the knee length blue and pink splattered, off the shoulder dress that was tight against your body and had a long, loose ruffle around the top. “If they are boys, I hope for your sake they are nothing like their father because he was a wild child.”

“Oh, really!” You squealed as you refilled your cup and picked up a pink chocolate covered strawberry, while Jeff whined ‘Mom’ on his way to go get the door. “Please, I am begging you to tell me more.”

“Oh, honey I will never run out of stories about my Jeffrey. Like this one time…”

“Mom!” Jeff said as he walked back into the kitchen behind Chelsea and Kate, and couple of Jeff’s friends that you had only meet a few times before. “Don’t start!”

“Oh, I’ll start alright.” She laughed with a shake of her head. “I have to pre-warn her what she’s getting into with Morgan boys.” You laughed with her as Jeff simply shook his head and went to get the door again, and Dana quickly jumped on the train to get more stories about the father of your child with you. Since you had no representation of family, you shared your own embarrassing childhood stories as your friends and his came together to celebrate the lives you created. You played cheesy games, and ate probably way to many sweets, until Jeff’s assistant, Rebecca got there a little late with two large black balloons for Baby A and Baby B.

“OK, let’s see what the final vote is before we pop these suckers.” Jeff called out over the slight hum of voices in the living room and kitchen as he pointed to the two balloons Rebecca was putting in the arch way between the living and dining room. One of the men that worked in Jeff’s New York office, Jason, grabbed the white board for you and carried it out to the dinner table, where the presents that people had brought to make the last couple months of your pregnancy a little more enjoyable were.

“So we have eight for boy boy.” You said as you looked at all the tallies on the board. “Which is the right team, by the way…”

“Thirteen for girl girl, the winning team.” Jeff interrupted with a playful glare.

“You are are just mistaken.” You giggled. “And fourteen for both. So Baby B is the one up by my ribs, and Baby A is right now down by my left hip. So we’ll obviously start with A. Thanks, Bex.” You said as you took the balloon and a sewing needle from her. “You wanna?”

“No, pop away, my love.” Jeff said as he moved the balloon between you so that you could both be in the photos Kenzie had been taking for you all afternoon. You and your party guests counted down from three, and hesitated for only a second before hitting the black latex with the sharp tip. You cheered excitedly as blue confetti rained down on your head and floated down on your hardwood floors.

“Ok, so this one better be a girl.” Jeff mockingly complained as he took the string from you and traded it for the next balloon.

“If it is a girl, she’s a badass with the way she’s beating up on her brother.” You laughed as you handed him the pin. “But it’s gunna be another boy.”

“Wrong.” He laughed before starting the next count down. You actually held your breath, hoping in that moment that it was a girl for his sake, and you shrieked happily when the destroyed latex released its pink confetti over the blue.

“We got one of both.” You said with a smile as Jeff cupped your jaw with his hands.

“A Daddy’s girl and a Mama’s boy.” He said with a nod. “We’re both screwed.”

“Yea we are.” You laughed as you stood up on your tip toes and kissed him softly. “A boy and a girl… sorry baby, we gotta do even more painting.”

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“Oh, God, is this really necessary?” You whined as you stepped in to a white and black polka dot sleeveless, halter gown to go to a charity event for one of the foundations Jeff was a part of.

“I’m sorry, but it is.” Jeff said with a nod as he pulled your dress up to your hips where you could reach it without bending over around your substantial 32 week along bump. “It’s a once a year dinner that I have to go to, and you said you wanted to go…”

“Yea, I know.” You sighed as you turned around so he could zip you up. “But I was obviously delirious, running on more sleep, and probably half the size I am now.”

“And you still look just as beautiful to me, baby.” He said sweetly to keep you calm like he usually did as he turned you around toward him with a smile. “I love you… and I know Jett and Jace are both thankful you are carrying them…”

“Yea, I know you think that.” You huffed as a small smile pulled at your cheeks. “But I think these two are ungrateful, hate monsters that can’t keep their arms and legs inside the moving vehicle.” Jeff laughed whole heartedly as he knelt down and slipped your wedge sandals on your feet for you.

“You’re almost there, baby girl. 36 weeks was your goal…”

“Just make it go faster.” You sighed as you put your cell phone on silent and handed it to him to carry so you didn’t have to bring a purse. He put it in his inside jacket pocket with your tissues (because everything made you cry now a days), your lip gloss, and a bag of goldfish in case you got hungry before dinner was served.

“Make it through dinner, and we’re one more day closer.” He said in a sing song voice as he turned you toward the door and gave you a gentle push in that direction. You grumbled at him under your breath as you adjusted your belly band under your dress, and headed down stairs. “It’ll be over before you know it, sweetheart.” He placated over your continued grumbling when your car pulled up in front the Ritz in Manhattan. With one last grumble, you lost the pout and forced a smile on your face as he and his driver, Jonathan, helped you out of the car.

“Oh, you look so big!” “When are you due?!” “Twin’s, that sounds like a lot of work!” “Oh, you have to use cloth diapers, they are so much better for the babies.” “A tiny thing like you is going to have a lot of fun pushing those babies out.”

“OK!” Jeff said quickly before you knocked the woman that was reaching out for your bump on her ass. “Let’s go find our seats and get you off your feet.”

“Why do people think it’s acceptable to touch me?”

“Because people are weird.” He laughed as he guided you around a chair that had been left pulled out.

“Jeffrey Dean!” You stopped walking as a woman stood up on the far side of the table in front of you, and Jeff’s hand gripped the back of your dress when she started walking toward you.

“Hillarie.”

“The Hillarie?” You asked with a glance back up at him. He nodded his head and rubbed your back as he cleared his throat.

“What can I do for you, Hillarie?”

“Oh, nothing, I just… oh! You’re… pregnant.” You nodded your head and put your hand on your bump as she smirked between you and her ex. “You finally caved and went with a sperm donor…”

“Good night, Hillarie…” Jeff tried as he gave you a gentle push to the right, but his ex side stepped and blocked your path.

“No, I’m sorry. That’s rude of me.” She giggled with the fakest smile you had ever seen. “You seem like a nice young thing. I bet you found a man to knock you up and went after Jeff for the money, didn’t you?”

“Excuse me?!”

“That’s enough, Hillarie!”

“I mean you are huge and, let’s face it, we both know Jeff’s sperm are way to old to be a viable option…”

“I’m sorry.” You interrupted as your whole body started to shake. “I think I missed the memo saying that your opinion about my children and their father mattered to anyone but yourself.” She cocked her eyebrow at you as you reached back for Jeff’s hand with a very forced smile. “And I’m even more sorry that you decided to cheat on him and pass up on mind blowing sex. Not that it’s any of your business, but I can promise you that he is responsible for my huge stomach. He’s responsible for making me happy, and he’s responsible for making me forget my own name every night.” Hillarie looked shocked at your retort as you stepped back the other way and up to her side with a smile. “Oh, and thank you for talking to him. Now I know I’ll go to bed wore out as we both attempt to forget you are still in Manhattan and so he can welcomingly remind me the seasoned man he is and exactly who fathered my babies.” You took a step back and smiled at her once more as the exhausted vindictiveness washed over you.

“And I’m sorry that you weren’t capable of getting pregnant. But obviously… that’s not Jeff’s fault.”

“OK, let’s go find our seats, baby girl.” Jeff said quickly as he stepped between you and his ex with an uncontrollable satisfied smirk on his face. “Good night, Hillarie.” You heard her growl behind you as you were led away, and you glanced up at Jeff for a moment. “You did fine.” He chuckled before you could even ask.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my place… really, they’re starting with salad.”

“Just start with the salad so you don’t rip anyone else’s head off.” He laughed as he pulled your chair out at the first table in the middle row of the room.

“And for that, I’m eating yours too.” You huffed with a smile as you put your napkin on your lap, and turned your attention to the rest of the people at the table, who were thankfully people that you knew from Jeff’s New York office that had attended your gender reveal, or would be attending your baby shower the next day. “Growing babies is tough work. Can’t be done on just greens.”

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