Matt/Foggy, 36
From this Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game:
#36. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor (🫣 I am not immune to a viral tiktok audio earworm…)
“Are you capable of exercising any self-control at all?” Foggy asks, voice dripping with annoyance as it carries across the room.
“I—” Matt pauses, as he tries to figure out the right response to that question. “I’m literally just sitting here,” he finally offers, weakly, because it definitely sounds like he’s in trouble, he’s just not sure why.
“I know that,” Foggy says, coming back to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m talking about what happened last night.”
“I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last night.”
“Matt…”
“In fact, I distinctly remember asking if you were enjoying yourself and you said—”
“You don’t need to quote me,” Foggy says, evidently excited or embarrassed by the memory—or both. “I remember.”
“Well, then, I’m confused by your sudden change of heart.”
“Not a change of heart,” Foggy clarifies and Matt is very often thankful that Foggy can’t hear his heartbeat and now is one such moment, because the way it immediately calms down from relief is genuinely a little embarrassing and he’s glad no one else has to know about it. “Just confronting the very frustrating reality that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in a shirt open to my navel because someone tore half the buttons off of it in his haste to get me undressed. Again.”
Matt shrugs, very deliberately casual now that he knows this isn’t a real argument. “It felt like an urgent matter at the time.”
“Matt, I don’t even know where any of the buttons ended up!”
“Thank God. It’d be really embarrassing if you’d had the presence of mind to keep track of that while I was…well, you know.”
“I don’t know why you can’t just unbutton my shirt patiently like a grownup,” Foggy complains, which is the exact opposite of what he was doing last night, but Matt doesn’t bring that up.
“I don’t know why you insist on wearing those fancy suits with like eighteen layers I have to go through,” Matt says, instead. “Getting you naked is like breaking into a Swiss bank.”
“They’re three piece suits, you infant,” Foggy retorts, laughing. “And I’ve been told by everyone on Earth except you that I look great in them.”
“I’m sure you do. But for my purposes, they’re a nuisance.”
“You’re a philistine, Matthew. And I’m going to tell Luke that you don’t appreciate well made clothing and get you on his bad side for all eternity.”
“Please don’t,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy’s wrist like he might go for his phone right away. The downside of meeting Luke through Foggy is that he always has this extremely viable threat in his back pocket. “You have no idea how hard it is to find a good tailor these days.”
“Oh, I’m intimately aware,” Foggy cries, and there’s a shuffling noise as he (Matt’s guessing) shakes his injured shirt at him. “And speaking of Luke, you can’t claim my clothes are a nuisance to get out of when you run around in your leather daddy body armor all the time. There’s just no comparison!”
Matt doesn’t point out that he rarely shows up to see Foggy in the suit because it usually ends in them arguing rather than fucking—or, at least, arguing for a while before they get around to fucking. That’s not going to win him any points at the moment, he imagines.
“Leather daddy?” he asks, incredulously, instead.
“God, shut up,” Foggy says, still embarrassed and excited about it.
Matt takes the shirt out of Foggy’s hands, gently, and then, not so gently, shucks it to the other side of the room. “Maybe I just like who you are under your clothes more,” he says, carefully. “Did you ever think of that?”
“You’re so full of shit,” Foggy says, and, Matt’s not really sure how, but his voice fully gives away that he’s blushing.
“You could borrow something of mine…”
Foggy snorts. “Yeah, I don’t think you have anything in my size here, sweetheart.”
Matt lets his hand trail up Foggy’s side. “Oh, well. Hot guy in a tight t-shirt. What a sad fate for all of us to endure.”
“That gimmick only works when it’s guys like you. On me, it’ll just look delusional.”
Matt frowns, not liking the sound of that one bit. He slips his hand around the back of Foggy’s neck and pulls him close until their foreheads are pressed together, relieved by how easily Foggy complies despite his purported annoyance.
“Then it looks like your only option is to stay here forever,” Matt says, solemnly. “Completely naked, of course.”
“Of course,” Foggy says, laughing softly. “It’s the only plan that makes sense.”
“I’m glad we’re in agreement,” Matt replies, leaning in to kiss him. He conveniently doesn’t mention that he has one sweater, three sweatshirts, and no less than five t-shirts that he’s stolen from Foggy that he could just as easily return to him and solve his current predicament. He likes his solution better.
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wine glass, empty cans
air maxes and yellow sunglasses
ashtray, cocaine, getting high on the amber wave
kiss her and don't tells, silver tongues, toothache
choke her with a seaview, puff pass and i choked when your smoke got in my eye
bad logic and bad move
those stupid jokes only we know, just act normal
black-and-white film camera, nights like these we’ll remember
you said love was a pretty lie, i will always love you
we held darkness in withheld clouds, i know nobody understands me like you do
you smile at me and say it's time to go, but i don't feel like going home
i would ask, should we just keep driving?
science and edibles, you said grass was a dirty drug
tea with cyborgs, you like to preach with a vodka in your mug
life hacks going viral in the bathroom, i love all the things you know
we stand up tall and beat our chests, jump off the roof, i’m king on a 50-metre road
riot america, we shout some things that we'll regret
you know it’s times like these, passports in footwells, we’re so much happier
hot wax, those songs we wrote, side boob, only we know
you know when i’m with you, hashbrown, egg yolk, i’m so much happier
swimming pool, going deep for the ones who do the same
sit down with a master plan, maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two
settle in for another heavy one, moka pot, monday, it's all good
waking up to start again, a small concern with how the engine sounds
there's nowhere else that i would rather be
hey you, should we just keep driving?you and me until the end.
Keep Silver Tongues Driving:
mashed lyrics into not-poems, a series (1/?).
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what songs would you assign each dr69/dr96 character? (going by your writing rather than the character in its original media)
This took me a while to think of songs for most of the cast, but here’s a list I came up with:
DR96
Hayasaka - I Earn My Life (Lemon Demon)
Kurumada - A Song For You (Tourism)
Mai - Perfectly Sweet (Vane)
Walter - Blackjack (Yucha-P)
Jesse - Digital Animal (Honey Claws)
Saiki - My Ordinary Life (The Living Tombstone)
Kaidou - Magical Girl and Chocolate (PinnochioP)
Retsuko - Swimming Pool (Marie Madeline)
Natsuki - Failure Girl (Kairiki Bear)
Yuri - Saccharine (Jazmin Bean)
Hiroshi - Here Comes Mr. Umbrella (Iyaiya-P)
Brian - Godish (PinnochioP)
Bojack - AUDIT (WeevilDoing)
Latte - Wonderland (Caravan Palace)
L - Little Dark Age (MGMT)
Ena - Matoryoshka (Hachi)
DR69
Luigi - Propaganda (Crusher)
Mario - Don’t Go (Sohta)
Brian - When You Die (MGMT)
Miku - This is the Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee (UtataP) (or Digital Girl (KIRA))
Teto - Aishite (Kikuo) (but in the song’s proper meaning to need to be loved)
Nagito - Hole-Dwelling (Kikuo)
Sans - Donut Hole (Hachi) (haha they both have a song titled “hole” sansmaeda real)
Fluttershy - Universe Cat Drowing (Kikuo)
Parappa - No Lullaby (SIAMÉS)
Ashley - Ghost Rule (Deco*27)
Ayano - Rät (Penelope Scott)
2D - Melancholy Hill (Gorillaz, haha)
Dedede - World Is Mine (Ryo (supercell))
Conductor - Usseewa (syudou)
Couldn’t think of anything for Mr. Krabs and Peter, sorry lol
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