#otp: a hug is needed in room two
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relationships | isobel/kyle
rating | g
chapters | 1/1
word count | 702
features | coping mechanisms, festivity
for | @goddesspharo
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Instead, she finds Kyle on her front porch, decked out in a standard henley with rolled sleeves situation, his slightly elevated selection marking the shift in season – the cranberry fabric sports Merry Christmas, you old Building & Loan! looped in colored lights – and cradling a truly massive wooden crate.
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#myfic#roswell new mexico#roswell new mexico fic#rnm fic#isobel evans#kyle valenti#isobel x kyle#otp: a hug is needed in room two#prompt fic#for#goddesspharo
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heyyy :) can i request wednesday x reader where she sneaks into wednesdays room to sleepover and enid was sleeping in yokos room for the night and forgot smth and went back to their dorm and walks in on them making out?
fugly slut
summary: enid catches her OTP (who said they weren’t together) snogging. she’s pissed and had Mean Girls on her mind.
warnings: making out, wee bit spicy, swearing
paring: wednesday addams x reader
note: written quickly, proof read a bit, not sure if there’s any mistakes :^
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You watch as Enid’s retreating form bounces merrily off the walls. Wednesday had told you to come over tonight, it’d be safe seeing as her roommate was crashing with a friend. Most people would’ve told you that it’s a bad thing to go into a relationship and hiding it, but seeing as you and Wednesday are academic rivals, the two of you don’t want the school knowing.
You tap on the door four times, letting Wednesday know it was safe, and a second later you’re dragged through. A rough yelp is muffled as Wednesday presses her lips against yours, her left hand fumbling to lock the door.
You hold her head with both hands, pressing her back into yourself. With the door now locked, Wednesday grabs your hips, hiking your shirt upwards. She doesn’t take it off, much to your dismay, instead she pushes you around and against a wall.
“No one likes a tease, Wednesday,” you whisper, donning an uncontrollable smirk.
“You’ll get what you want in due time, no need to be greedy.”
You chuckle, although it doesn’t last long. With Wednesday’s lips now on your neck your laugh dies out, a shaky sigh taking place. Featherlight lips make their way down, pressing into the small portion of your shoulder that was exposed.
Wednesday’s hands grab your shirt, lifting it up and off, before quickly attaching her lips to yours again. Your hands grab Wednesday’s jacket, wanting it off as well, but then the worst thing you could imagine happens.
The door opens.
Enid liked to say she loved people. She loved how no matter how moody or damaged they were, there was always an innocent soul underneath. No one was truly evil, no one truly wanted to hurt others, they had unfortunate incidents in their lives in which cause them to act accordingly.
But as Enid walked into her dorm, after forgetting a blanket, and saw her two best friends, who had both assured Enid they despised each other, making out, she realized people were liars. They were crude, and pests, and no one deserved to be on this Earth. Liars suck, and a thought crossed her mind. That thought happened to be a line from Mean Girls.
“You are the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met!” she shouts, stomping over. “You two told me you weren’t screwing!”
Wednesday takes off her jacket, handing to you so you were at least decent for this conversation.
“Enid —“
“No! I’ve been trying for months to get you two together, and you don’t even tell me when it happens? What am I, chopped liver?”
“We’re trying to keep it on the down low, Enid,” you speak up, looking charmingly disheveled.
Enid’s eyes flicker away from Wednesday’s settling on yours. “You told me you’d rather die than get with Wednesday.”
You shrug. “I’d rather die than do anything, really.”
“Not helping!” Wednesday whisper shouts, looking over to you. In a much more hushed tone, she says, “You look very attractive in my clothing. Look through my closet later.”
An angry grunt from Enid cuts off your reply, your smirk dropping as you stare at your socks.
“I hate the both of you.”
“Enid, I’ll buy you that Squishmallow you’ve been begging for if you go back to Yoko’s.” Wednesday turns to you, out of sight from Enid, and winks.
“Really?! OH-EM-GEE!” she squeals, rushing up to Wednesday as she hugs her. “I love you. Alls forgiven, be gay do crime!”
With that, Enid leaves the room, waking all of Ophelia Hall with her screams.
You lean back against the wall, sighing.
“Well.” You pout, night spoiled and one more person knowing your secret.
Wednesday walks up to you, the devilish smile you love so much and the mischievous glint in her eyes back again.
“Well, the dog has left, and we’ve got this huge dorm to ourselves…”
Wednesday’s hand brushes against your arm as she rests it on your bicep. Her other hand holds your waist.
“And you look so incredible in my clothes.”
You smile, leaning down into her face. Neither of you say anything, sharing hot breaths and mischievous smiles. With your lips practically against hers, you know damn well what she’s thinking.
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a noble runs into MC and the nobody devil while they’re on a date and MC introduces them to each other when confronted…
didn’t mean to annoy you by being clumsy and sending 3 asks in a row. apologies🤦
It'a fine, pussy, my imbox is empty, so there's no tragedy in giving the same request multiple times. For my sake, I'll just name the demon Marian, but you can imagine anything else instead.
Whb nobles seeing MC with another devil
Zagan
He was just going on his morning jog when he spotted you and Marian
Everyone in Gehenna knows everyone else in Gehenna, so don't be surprised that they know eachother.
Zagan would be kind of shy when getting closer to you and nod at the two of you
"Oh, hi Zagan! This is Marian, my boyfriend."
His face doesn't change much but you can tell that the realisation struck him
He shakes Marian's hand and leaves.
You should be thankful it was him that found you two and not someone more... aggressive
Astaroth
He's stuck
On one hand, this is such an amazing love story plot.
The child of Solomon, the human that could have them all settles with a nobody.
They are everything and he's just Marian
The drama, the romance, the tragedy that could spur out of something like this
He's all for it
But on the other hand, really?
You have all the kings drooling after you, all the nobles lining up to make a carpet out of their bodies so you won't have to step on dirt, and you choose... Marian?
Humans trully are fascinating creatures
He doesn't say anything when he sees the two of you, just hiding behind a corner and observing. He's really invested now, be ready to find his newly published novel about a queen falling for a layman on your nightstand
Bimet
He audibly gasps
He is revolted, he is insulted, he is disgusted
How fucking dare you
He doesn't know who that demon is, nor does he care
He would power walk between you two and look only into your eyes.
"MC, I didn't think I would find you! Who's the accessory you have with you? What's his purpose and when will he expire?"
"That's my boyfriend Marian."
"Hahaha, you're soooo funny! You're already dating Mammon. Do you really need something as... insignificant as this devil?"
You start arguing with Bimet until he just picks Marian up and takes you to the royal quert.
When Mammon gives the verdict that you can date anyone you want, Bimet's entire attitute changes.
He congratulates you for finding such a handsome devil and wishes you both ferwell.
Glasylabolas
Oh ho ho ho, now this, this is interesting
He's gonna have the time of his life with this one
First, he takes pictures of you two on the date, holding hands, hugging, any physical contact works
Then he makes his presence known
He's a lot more cheerful than usual and he eggs both of you on.
He acts like you two being together was his OTP all along, talking about how you two are just made for eachother
"Oh, but MC, why haven't you told his majesty Leviathan about your blooming relationship with this young fella? Should I do the honorifics myself?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, he just summons his coffin and teleports to Leviathan's throne room to tell him the gossip.
Seeing you and your boyfriend hanging put a smile on his face
Next time, try not to get caught
Stolas
He just shoots the guy
No warning, no anything
He doesn't want to hear your complaints
A vermin was touching the child of Solomon in a romantic manner
Avisos' one law is to not steal someone else's partner
And you're clearly dating Beelzebub, so Stolas was just enforcing the law
You had to rush your boyfriend to Paradise Lost to get treatment, but Stolas won't apologise
You have to explain to him step by step that 1. You're not dating Beelzebub and 2. You chose to date Marian because you genuinly love him
It takes him a while to process, and he still has doupts, but he'll pay for the treatment of your boyfriend
Ronové
You don't see or hear him coming, you just feel his arms snake around your neck
He congratules you for getting a boyfriend and shakes the devils hand.
He's actually very chill about the whole ordeal, but he seems weirdly fascinated about the other demon's sex life
He really doesn't want the child of Solomon to get sexually frustrated
He would offer to show him how its done, but you slapped Ronové before you could finish
He just chuckles and hands the devil a business card
Before he leaves, he whispers in your ear "if he doesn't treat you well, chop his dick off. Or better, ask me to do it."
Andrealphus
At least it's not an angel
When Andrealphus walk closer to the two of you, your date starts shaking in fear
Andrealphus just smiles and hugs you since he hasn't seen you in a while (insert blind joke here)
He smiles at your date, which doesn't help make him look less intimidating
As long as that devil doesn't pose a threat to you, he's fine with letting you date whoever you want
Your date might faint after Andrealphus leaves, but you both are glad that nobody got murdered.
Buer
He's confused and a bit offended
I mean, Lucifer is right there
It kind of reminds him of that story Lucifer once told him about his younger self. How he fell in love with a human princess but the princess chose some random dude instead of him and he got depressed.
He doesn't want that to happen again so he probably would move you and your new sweetheart to different sides of the hospital
If you try to comfront him about it he's just like "You are under my care and he's under Marbas' care, there's no reason for him to be in the same wing as you"
He wants to break you two off, but not directly. So he just hopes that the physical distance between you and your boyfriend would make the relationship deteriorate by itself.
Would probably stop only if Lucifer tells him to knock it off
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb x reader#whb zagan#whb astaroth#whb bimet#whb glasyalabolas#whb stolas#whb ronové#whb andrealphus#whb buer
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OTP Prompt: Katara gets in a heated argument with someone. She begins threatening them, so Zuko picks her up and carries/drags her out of the room before anyone gets hurt. lol
“Scarfaced freak,” the boy muttered. Zuko froze, his shoulders coming up to his ears. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sokka turn to him, wide eyed and stunned.
“What did you just call him?” Katara’s voice was low and dangerous. That snapped Zuko and Sokka out of their shock.
“He heard me,” the boy said. He smirked at Katara. “What? Did I insult your boyfriend?"
“For it to be an insult, your opinion would need to matter,” she snapped. “But jerks like you need to be taught some manners.” She stepped towards him, arms moving up from her sides. Zuko gasped, and grabbed them from behind. He pulled her towards him, wrapping their arms together so that Katara was essentially hugging herself.
“You can’t do that here,” he whispered to her. “You’ll blow our cover.” Katara gritted her teeth but stopped struggling.
“At least you know how to keep your girl under control, Scarface,” the bully laughed. Katara strained against Zuko’s hold again.
“I’m just going to talk to him!” she insisted.
“I’d get out of here,” Sokka warned the boy. “He’s holding her back for your safety. He won’t be able to keep it up forever.” The guy scoffed, but turned away, laughing as he walked down the street. Zuko loosened his grip on Katara, but didn’t dare let her go just yet.
“That guy needs to be frozen to the bottom of a lake,” she muttered.
“What a creep,” Sokka agreed. Zuko just shrugged.
“That’s not the worst thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he told them. “We should head back. We’ve drawn too much attention.” He finally released Katara, only for her to start towards the direction of the other boy. Zuko caught her wrist and stared at her incredulously.
“I’m not going to draw attention,” she promised. “I just have some words for him.”
“You always have words,” Sokka complained. “I know that guy aggravated your sense of righteous indignation, but Zuko’s right. We don’t need the heat. Let it go.” Katara glared down the street. She could still just make out the back of the rude boy and she wished that she could earthbend, just for a few minutes.
“Seriously, do you want me to carry you back?” Zuko huffed. Katara turned her attention from her thoughts and raised her eyebrows at Zuko. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but paused a moment.
“You know what?” she said. “Yeah. I want you to carry me back.” Zuko balked.
“I was kidding!”
“Yeah well, I’m not.” Katara folded her arms and smirked at Zuko challengingly. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun!” Zuko snorted in disbelief.
“For me,” Katara clarified. “It’ll be fun for me.”
“Nope.” Zuko shook his head and he and Sokka started for the path leading back to the beach house.
“I could always go find that guy,” Katara said offhandedly. “I wouldn’t have to let him see my face when I freeze him to the side of a building.” Zuko looked back at her, eyes narrowed.
“You’re bluffing.” He was sure of all the members of their group, she wouldn’t do anything so rash.
“Am I?” She met Zuko’s eyes meaningfully. Zuko groaned and looked at Sokka. He threw his hands up as if to say ‘this is your problem’. Then with a sigh, Zuko looped his arms around Katara, one behind her shoulders and one behind her knees.
“You two are the biggest dorks, I swear.” Sokka shook his head and rolled his eyes.
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Horror Games
Jaune was a streamer, going by the name: Crescent Knight. And, today he was playing a relaxing game of, ‘Shadows of Doubt.’
Jaune: Okay… Fingerprints collected. Addresses collected. Any, and all information on the victim has been collected, and yet we have no clue who murdered this poor sod.
GoldenDragon: It was the butler!
RedReaper: No, it was the maid!
Jaune: I don’t think there is a maid, or a butler character in the game. You two.
GoldenDragon: I can dream, Harold!
Jaune: Hehe~! That you can. Ahh, my characters hungry. Lets see, what we should have today…?
TeaLotus: Noodles.
ThunderThighs: Pancakes!
Jaune: There are no pancakes, ThunderThighs, sorry.
ThunderThighs: WHAT?!!
ThunderThighs: This game sucks!
Jaune: Hehehe. What is with you, and your weird obsession with pancakes?
Jaune: Let’s see… 147th street…?!
A howling cry soon emanates form his speakers, causing, Jaune to look at the chat feed.
Jaune: Hey, thanks, GoddessofVictory for subscribing for…? (Whistles~!) Whoa… 14 months! Thank you! And, you sent me a message too…Let’s see… “Crescent, have you decided to do anymore collab streams with any other streamers soon?” Collab streams, eh? Well, Emerald Guardian, and I are planning on playing a few games later, but we need a few more people to play before we can do that. So… Maybe, hopefully soon.
ShadowNinja: Oh! Are you two going to be crossing swords soon~?
Jaune: Hilarious, Ninja, absolutely hilarious…
ShadowNinja: Let me enjoy my otp dammit!
AngelofSnow: We know you’re dating, let us enjoy this!
Jaune: Sheesh, can’t you guys get your own love life to be interested in. Not mine you sad, lonely people?
RedReaper: Ouch.
IceCreamShortstack: 🤣🤣🤣🤣
GoldenDragon: That hurts dude.
Jaune: Oh, we…
: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Jaune: …
Jaune: Lamb…?
TeaLotus: Did anyone else hear a scream?
CoffeeAddict: Was that Emerald Guardian?
BunbunBunny: Is she okay?
Jaune: Yeah, that was, Emerald Guardian, chat. She’s playing some sort of horror game.
Jaune: …
Jaune: I don’t think she’s winning…
CoffeeAddict: I don’t think so.
RedReaper: Sounds like she died during a jump scare.
Jaune: Yeah, probably. I don’t understand why she’s playing one of those game. She doesn’t watch horror films, because she can’t handle them, I don’t watch them because I’m bored by them. So, why is she playing those kind of games?!
GoldenDragon: Because it’s fun?
GoddesofVictory: People like to be scared.
Jaune: I know that, but…
(Click)
Jaune: Hmm?
Jaune swiveled in his chair, allow the chat to see the back of his chair as he addressed the new arrival in his room.
Jaune: Jessica? You okay?
ShadowNinja: Oh, are we going to have some juicy Emerald Knight moments!
IceCreamShortstack: 😘😘😘
AngelofSnow: Hell yeah!
Jaune: Do you need…? Hey, what are you… Ooph?!
ThunderThighs: Oohhh~! Sounds like something interesting is happening~!
GoddessofVictory: This should be good!
Jaune: Uhh… You okay?
Jessica: No…
Jaune: Did something scary happen?
Jessica: Yes…
Jaune: Okay… Do you want to stay here for a while then?
Jessica: Please?
Jaune: Stay as long as you want then. Now, lets get back to it.
Jaune swivelled in his chair so he was facing the camera again, and he showed himself sitting in his chair with his girlfriend, Jessica, the Emerald Guardian hugging him tightly, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat on him.
GoddessofVictory: OH MY GODS!!!
IceCreamLover: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
ShadowNinja: YES! All my fantasies are coming true!!!
BunBunBunny: Oh that is so precious!
CoffeeAddict: That’s so fucking adorable!
KnightBat: Hey, has anyone seem, Emerald Knight?
SuperMan: She left her game after that last jump scare.
GoldenDragon: Look for yourself.
RedReaper: ❤️ This is so cute!!! ❤️
AmazonianQueen: OH MY GODS!!! She hugging him like a koala! That is so precious!
Jaune: Hehe~! Ladies, and gentlemen: The benefits of a small girlfriend.
Jaune smiled for the camera before giving his Smol girlfriend a kiss, causing the chat feed to explode with hearts, and happy comments.
Jaune: Alright then, where were we…? Ahh yes. Murder~!
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Imagine your OTP saying I love youto each other five times without the actual (romantic) meaning of it. + if one time they say it right
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Julie wasn't sure she was breathing as she waited for Mr. Brunner to return her math test. Calculus had never been her strongest subject, and this test was a big one-so she had reason to be nervous.
"Hey," Reggie whispered. "You'll do great, I just know it."
"If I do it's only because you tutored me," Julie replied.
Unlike Julie, Reggie excelled at math, so when he heard she needed help, he was happy to offer his services. It got him out of his house in the afternoons and neither of them mentioned how Ray slipped him a few bucks after each session.
The tests were handed back and Julie turned hers over with trembling fingers. Preparing to see a sea of red when she looked. But... as she looked it over, there was almost no red there. And a big fat 82% on the top.
"Oh my god!" she shrieked, turning and shoving it in Reggie's face. "Look!"
"Told you that you had this," he said with a smirk.
"Because of you," she replied. "Reggie I love you."
He grinned. "Love you too Jules. Now let's get to lunch. Your treat."
2. Luke stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he worked on his latest song. It was almost perfect, but the bridge was giving him trouble.
"Need a hand?" Julie asked from her spot besides him on the couch. They had both been absorbed in their own song, hanging out in her garage as they often did, not needing to talk, just swap songs when they needed to.
"Yeah, this bridge is killing me," Luke replied, handing over his notebook. "You?"
"Nah, I'm good," Julie replied, humming the tune to his song, making little notations along the margins regarding tempo, then came to the bridge part. She then started writing, scribbling madly and Luke had to sit back in awe as she made something work that had flummoxed him so badly. "How's that?"
Luke looked it over, and then a wide smile split his face. "Molina I love you and your beautiful brain."
She smiled back. "The feeling's mutual. Now let's see if we can fix the chorus."
"Wait, what's wrong with the chorus?"
3. Reggie slipped through his window, creeping around the house and then jumped on his bike, taking off towards Luke's house.
Sure it was late at night, but Luke barely ever slept, and honestly Reggie knew he wouldn't either if he stayed at his house. Not with his parents going at it like they were. Plus Luke had offered Reggie a place to go any time he needed.
Thankfully it was a short bike ride, and he quickly stashed his ride in the back yard, so as to not piss Mrs. P off. He knocked against Luke's window where there was still a light on, and Luke opened it up, giving him his infamous boyish grin.
"Hey Reg. Hop on in."
Reggie grinned, hoisting himself over the ledge, and threw off his leather jacket. "Thanks. The folks were re-enacting World War Two in the living room, I needed an out."
"I told you, any time," Luke replied, sitting himself back on his bed. "You wanna cuddle or the sleeping bag?"
"Cuddles please," he said, shucking off his jeans as Luke killed the light. Climbing in beside Luke, letting himself be pulled into those arms of his. "Thanks Lu. Love you."
"Sweet dreams Reg."
4. The applause was still ringing out as Julie and the Phantoms left the stage, the four of them beaming as they entered their green room.
"That was legendary!" Luke whooped as he launched himself back onto the couch.
"I can't believe we actually did that!" Reggie exclaimed, rubbing his face with a towel.
Alex was buried in Willie's arms but shot them all a pleased smile, even as it looked like he was ready to doze off then and there.
"Guys... we just played The Orpheum," Julie exhaled. "We could go real places from here."
"To the top boss!" Luke grinned, but then noticed Julie's watery eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's just... I wish my mom was here for this."
The boys immediately got up and gathered her in a hug. Giving her all the support they could, even if they could never replace her mom. Julie sniffled and hugged them back. "Love you guys so much."
"Love you too boss," Luke replied.
"Forever and always," Reggie echoed.
5. Julie fluffed her hair in the mirror, and applied another layer of lip gloss before exiting her room. "How do I look?"
Reggie gave an exaggerated whistle while Luke pretended to use an imaginary camera, causing Julie to blush as she waved them off. "Thanks guys."
"Where you going Jules?" Reggie asked.
"Hot date," she replied, packing up her purse. "Dinner and a movie, but felt like making an effort. I really like this guy."
Luke felt a churning in his gut at that, sharing a look with Reggie. They had both discovered they had feelings for Julie long ago, and each other. But they had decided to not butcher their friendship and the band, the would keep their feelings to themselves.
Now it was coming back to bite them.
"Alright, I'm gone. Don't wait up!" Julie called at the door. "Love ya!"
"Be safe!" Reggie called.
"Have fun!" Luke added.
The door closed behind her and the boys shared another look-the sentiment clear. Fuck.
+1. Luke and Reggie decided to wait up-they both knew neither of them would be able to sleep until Julie got home.
But of course, neither of them could stay focused on any one thing either. Songs were all full of longing and scratched out phrases about unrequited love. Books got rifled through and tossed aside. Games were distracted button mashes.
"How long has she been gone?" Luke asked.
Reggie glanced at the clock. "Hour tops."
"Fuck," Luke said, tossing his head back onto the couch. "We gotta tell her Reg."
"I know," he replied, thought it was a mere whisper. "I think we might be too late though."
"Too late for what?"
They turned and saw Julie standing in the doorway, make up streaked down her face, looking much less jubilant than she had when she left.
"Julie!" Luke exclaimed coming over to hug her. "What happened?"
Reggie rushed to give her a wipes so she could clean her face, embracing her as she trembled in their hold. "Do we need to kill this guy?"
"You'd have to get in line," Julie snorted. "He seemed so nice online and then he was an arrogant, racist jerk in real life so I kicked him in the balls before I left."
"Good on ya boss," Luke chuckled.
"You deserve so much better than that waste of space," Reggie added, directing them all to the couch.
Julie sighed, relaxing back into the cushions. "I know, but every guy I like is either a jerk, or into someone else or..."
"Or?" Luke asked.
"Or it's more than one person. Both of whom I love like crazy, neither of whom I can be with because it will ruin everything," Julie finished, though her words were muffled from where her face was buried in her hands.
"Julie..." Reggie started, looking at Luke who nodded at him. "Julie, you know that they love you back right?"
"And not as friends, not as a sister or bandmate," Luke added. "Head over heels, hearts on our sleeves, completely gaga in love with you."
"Really?" Julie asked, lifting her head, looking hopeful. "You never said-neither of you!"
"Well neither did you!" Reggie replied, then laughed. "We're all idiots."
"We wasted too much time hung up on what ifs and maybes and worries," Luke said.
"We have lots of time left," Julie replied. "I love you both, you both love me..."
"And each other," Reggie piped up. "So what do you want to do about it?"
"Turn on a movie and see where the night takes us?" Julie suggested.
"We can get a pizza, since I doubt you ate," Luke added.
"Sounds like a perfect first date," Julie replied.
From then on out, they knew that every time they said I love you, it meant in the way they had always hoped, even if Alex claimed they said it to excess some times. But they never got tired of saying it, hearing it, and most of all, feeling it.
And they had a lifetime to do just that.
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A Year in the Life: November
Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.
A week late because...*gestures vaguely at the state of everything*
Prompt: Be careful what you wish for. Also part of @imagining-in-the-margins' office party writing challenge.
Words: 794
Warnings: none
Read on AO3 or below the cut
Emily looked at the calendar on the wall in the kitchen and noticed that Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away.
“Hey, babe,” she called out to her wife in the other room, “Are we doing Thanksgiving with your family again this year?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Tara replied without looking up from her newspaper, “My dad’s flying out to California to see Gabriel, and since Aunt Thelma moved into assisted living, she can’t really host us all anymore.”
“Oh, okay,” Emily said, “Um, well, I guess now that my mom’s back in the country we could do Thanksgiving with her, but…” Emily didn’t even need to finish that sentence; Tara knew that holidays with Elizabeth ranked pretty low on the list of Emily’s favorite things.
“I thought we might just have a low-key dinner just the two of us,” Tara said, “You know, we’ve been working so hard lately, it might be nice to have some quiet time to ourselves.”
“Yeah, that could be nice,” Emily nodded, but Tara could hear the disappointment in her voice. She thought of how many holidays Emily had spent alone and felt a pang of guilt.
Tara came from a large extended family, and even when her father’s military service took them abroad, they lived on military bases where the other Americans stationed overseas treated them like family. She took for granted having a place to go for Thanksgiving or Christmas, because it was always a given. Emily didn’t grow up like that. She was an only child who spent too much time living abroad to become close with what little extended family she did have, and her mother’s work meant she moved around so often that she never got to build any strong community ties. She didn’t have childhood memories of big Thanksgiving dinners, all the aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around a turkey, fighting over who got to break the wishbone.
But they had a family now, the BAU family, and Emily didn’t need to spend her holidays alone anymore. Matt and Kristy were more than happy to set two extra places at their Thanksgiving table, and Emily would get to spend the holiday in a house full of love and laughter and rambunctious kids. On Thanksgiving Day, they arrived at the Simmons house bearing a pecan pie (Tara’s contribution to the meal) and a bottle of wine (Emily’s contribution). No sooner had they stepped inside and shed their coats than the five Simmons children came running to the door to greet them.
“Emily!” David cried, hurling himself against her with a forceful hug that nearly knocked her backwards.
Tara felt a sticky little hand slip into hers, and she looked down to see Rose’s little face looking up at her expectantly.
“Come see my turkey picture, Auntie Tara!” Rose said, pulling on Tara’s hand and leading her into the playroom.
�� Matt’s mom had flown in from Michigan, and Kristy’s parents had come over early that morning to help with getting dinner ready and wrangling the children. Her brother and sister-in-law came over that afternoon, bringing two more kids of their own. When dinner was ready, they all sat down to a long table set for sixteen which was absolutely jam packed with serving dishes of turkey and a whole host of Thanksgiving sides. It looked like it could feed an entire army. There’s no way this all gets eaten, Emily thought, naïvely.
This was unlike any Thanksgiving dinner Emily had ever been to before. Tara had a big family, but Thanksgiving at Aunt Thelma’s was never this loud, this boisterous, this joyfully chaotic. Dishes were passed around the table in never-ending cycles, and chatter seemed to come from every direction. Occasionally someone would knock something over or drop something or spill something, and everyone would leap up from their chairs to clean up the mess. Jake spilled gravy on Emily’s sleeve, but in all the commotion of the Thanksgiving table, she barely even noticed. The whole evening was such a whirlwind of food and family and noise that she barely even noticed that they finished off the entire turkey. No being sent home with a tote bag full of leftovers this time.
When Tara and Emily finally got back to their quiet, empty house, Emily flopped down on the couch with a happy sigh. Tara climbed onto the couch and curled up next to her.
“Mmmm, quiet at last,” Emily said with a slight chuckle.
“Those kids wore you out, huh?” Tara teased.
“There’s so many of them!” Emily laughed.
“You’re the one who wanted a big family Thanksgiving dinner…”
“I know,” Emily said, “And I loved it.”
“Good.”
“But…maybe next year a low-key night to ourselves wouldn’t be so bad, either.”
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hiii i pinky promise i voted for smallidarity in the ship things both against bdubs and cleo (i had already done that) and against scarian (while looking through your blog just now) but i want to be anon so i cant prove it. anyways if it is okay instead of art i would like u to make a ship chart of whatever your favorite ships and relationship status headcanons are among the hermitcraft/empires/life series gang, like otp and divorced and qpr and whatever. no pressure to do this though i know its not exactly something you offered but given that you like smallidarity and scar/pearl i am very curious what else you like
Thank you for asking!!! i shouldve done this with or without need to rig the trafficshipping polls, so thanks for insigating me to make it anyways!!! :D
I'll try summarize the preferences I have that I feel dont make much sense?
shipping rant belooww....
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Firstly I can't really describe well why I like Pearl x Scar, but I'll try:
Life series
Scar POV about Pearl: 'Caring motherly and honest person who's smile lights up the room is just the person who I need in my life full of people I can't trust. Oh, she's traumatized? for losing all the people she loves and as a result developed abandonment issues? .... oh..... oh she just like me fr.'
Pearl POV about Scar: 'this guy is kinda wacko tbh but... now I know what he goes through, and I want to be there for him. We're in this together or some shi i guess. and his abs are kinda hot. wait who said that'
(to quote the part in Secret Life where Scar talks about not trusting alliances and Pearl saying "you're growing on me, Scar.")
Hermitcraft
Scar POV about Pearl: 'This lady creates the most gorgeous landscapes..... ohh now she wants to fix my unhealthy chest monster habits.... and she also helps me out when I need it even if i give her minimum wage..... and she also has a cute smile. wait who said that'
Pearl POV about Scar: 'Silly goof :3 also why doesn't he take care of himself well? Anyways, cleaning lady time'
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I could talk about Zedango and XBralis but basically they call each other pet names and roleplay gay people just like Smallidarity but with no instance of the "doomed narrative" or "slow-burn in denial" that they have. Otherwise, Ethubs is self-explanatory.
Speaking of doomed narrative, i dont think ive heard much talk about how doomed scott x pearl is..... They were in a trio group in last-life with Cleo, fought in an honourable 4-way battle with treebark, Scott won, they're now soulmates through unpleasant means, Scott leaves with Cleo, leaving Pearl alone and hurt, they had to work with each other despite the saltiness and eventually resulted in Scott sacrificing himself in honour, for her to win. The bitterness lasted in Lim!Life with the enchanting table shtick, then in Secret Life with the whole "We have unfinished business from Double Life, Scott!!!" from Pearl. (you could also count the doggy alliance with Cleo ig)
Do you see it?!! Do you see it?!?!?!?!?!?!
I could also write about Scottyn but it's relatively the same concept of how Scott prioritizes honour against the watchers' encouragement of chaos, and Martyn listener lore ykyk. (also in Lim!Life with Martyn betraying honour, opposite of Scott yk?!)
Now to Scarian........ I love desert duo a lot. They are in fact my favourite duo overall, I just— can't picture them in a relationship? Like yeah, they tick all the marks of a great narrative pairing and they also love each other, but I personally don't think they two are the type to whisper softly 'i love you' in bed to each other with eyes of passion and romance, nor the types to get flustered over romantic gestures by the other. They are, however, each other's comfort character and would hug and cheek-kiss each other just to be a little silly. I do see the appeal of Scarian though! just not with the version of the two that's in my head...!
Joe x Cleo are cute. They just give me the QPR vibes yk. (even though i might not fully get what a QPR means)
Now to disliking Mumdoc.... I only know of their dynamic through HC8 and 9.... and I really only ever got sour vibes from their dynamic....... they then kissing just irks me ig...... (but yk ive only watched a summative 50 episodes from each of them so i dont know the full idea of who they are to each other)
Honorable mention to Stresskall who doesn't receive the attention they deserve... they're so cute.........
Otherwise, yeah that's it !!! the others I mostly dont get, but are all valid nonetheless👍👍
#traffic shipping#hermit shipping#also i only fully watched empires solely from Joel's POV and half of Jimmy's S2 POV so i dont know my stance on any of the ships#other than of course ... yk#also the person who made this tier list didnt add smallidarity originally 😔........#ship talk#<— for long rants like these#adding this to the tags because i dont want to make a post for this#but i just realized my shipping interests match that of the not safe for work side of mcyt 😭😭#a bunch of accounts are getting recommended to me............... i think i turned 18 too slowly#this is a sign i think.#i do not feel very comfortable
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ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧
inspired by: @urfriendlywriter 's 25 small but comforting gestures for your otp, prompt 18 !!
note: it's been a minute since i've actually done a oneshot so if my writing is a bit off that's why :,> also heavy spoilers for my story diaries of a burnt out highschooler, like this probably alr takes place when akemi finishes college or something 😭 so if u come from that fic in the future, be warned !! pls also be noted that none of these images are mine and belong to their respective owner <3
warnings: intentional lower case, not proofread that much :,> but other than that there's none, but pls tell me if there are some i should add :D
"'KEMI, PLEASE TURN IT OFF..." kyomi's muffled voice was heard by akemi who was at the left side of the bed, already rubbing her eyes while groaning, still tired.
"five more minutes..." akemi slurred as her head tossed and turn, which earned a groan on kyomi's part.
"but i don't think i can take that ringing noise for another five minutes, love... pleaseeee..." kyomi was practically begging at this rate which made akemi tiredly repeat "fine, fine..", flipping her phone up as she pressed the "dismiss" button lazily, continuing to sit up this time, however her eyes still weary.
"happy?" "mhm...." akemi sighed as she watched kyomi yawn and toss herself to her left where akemi was at, cuddling up against her waist.
"come back to bed.." kyomi whispered which made akemi giggle.
"i'm already in bed, dear."
"then lie down."
"you know i can't, i need to get breakfast ready." akemi giggled once again and ruffled kyomi's hair which made kyomi pout, eyes still closed.
"okay..." kyomi pouted, slowly letting go of akemi as she looked up at her with tired but disappointed eyes.
"we'll have breakfast in bed, alright dear? how does that sound?" akemi spoke softly, trying to find a middle ground between the two of them, with kyomi complying more willingly this time, causing akemi to chuckle in satisfaction in contentment.
"i'll be back." akemi reassured while putting on her slippers, giving kyomi a final, soft kiss on her temple.
once akemi left the room, she proceeded with her usual routine, opening the curtains, with the morning light leaping onto akemi's skin as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment from the amount of sunlight.
soon, the familiar smell of akemi's cooking was noticed by kyomi who was still in bed, slowly but surely opening her eyes once again, turning to her right to see the door opened and akemi in the kitchen, begrudgingly looking for her slippers which were under the bed.
at the sound of their bedroom door opening slightly more, akemi looked behind her to find her girlfriend with absoloutely dissheveled hair, pillow still in tact while yawning.
"looks like someone got excited for breakfast. Not taking a fancy with breakfast in bed anymore, dear?" akemi chuckled, continuing to stare at kyomi.
"don't look at me like that.." kyomi complained, rubbing her eye, self-aware of how messy she looked right now, which earned an amused chuckle by akemi.
"ah.. you must have been so engrossed in that pillow the whole night weren't you, love?" akemi continued to chuckle softly as she felt kyomi hugging her from behind, burying her face in akemi's neck while she was cooking, feeling the pillow in between them.
"it's fine, love.. you still look adorable as always.." akemi reassured her, running her hand through kyomi's messy hair, untangling the knots while humming, making kyomi show her face more.
"really...?"
"you aren't one of japan's best models for nothing, dear." akemi softly said as she planted a soft kiss on kyomi's forehead, then eyelid which caused kyomi to giggle before humming while staring at akemi's lips, akemi knowing well what she was trying to hint at, kissing her affectionately, kyomi hugging her tighter, both of them laughing softly at each other once they broke it.
and akemi was most likely one of the luckiest women in japan. . . ♡
this is so short... 😭 (still proud tho 💪)
i'll probably be writing more oneshots abt my character soon when i have the motivation, i'll try to be more organized when it comes to oneshots cause i didn't even introduce these two yet dkebsksvk
tysm if you liked this oneshot !! i hope i can continue to make these stuff in the future for not only my enjoyment but also others !! <3, and u are free to critic my writing (kindly if u hopefully can) so i can improve !! andd that's all for today !! see u whenever i post my next oc related stuff 🫶
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
requested by @onedirectionlovers2014
request from @firstclassthot:
Otp prompt #59
Imagine person A and B going shopping together, whether it’s holiday shopping, plants, clothes, grocery shopping, whatever best suits them.
Do they bicker about what to buy? Make stupid jokes about things they see? Talk way to loud and gain stares from those around them?
tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers
warnings: swearing
AN: Reader is short in this. And the two are newly married. Sorry it’s long.
I had my arm linked through Dan's as we walked through the mall. His other hand was on top of mine, subtly playing with the ring that sat on my finger. I had my hand on top of his, doing the same.
"So where are we headed again?" Dan asked as we stopped in front of a store to look in the window before moving on.
"Bed, bath and beyond." I responded. Dan nodded slowly. "We need sheets, towels, plates, and a few other things. We can get them all there. For a relatively cheaper price."
"You know money isn't really a problem right? I say I'm broke but that's just to get out of things." Dan said softly. I nodded.
"I know. It's just..." I sighed and looked up at him. "First off I don't want people knowing that. Second, it's what every newly wed couple does. Buy the cheap stuff and then later on gets the good stuff." Dan chuckled as we entered the store.
"Alright." He agreed. Taking in the store, he let out a puff of air. "So where to first?" I pulled away from him to grab a cart, missing the quiet whine that he let out. I pushed the cart over to him and smiled as he pushed me out of the way to take over.
"Plates?" I asked. Dan shrugged and looked over the store again. He pointed in the direction of the kitchenware.
"How about we start over there and work our way back around?" I nodded. "This way we can grab everything we need in each department."
"Sounds good." I wrapped my arm around Dan's again as he headed in the direction he had pointed. "We can get appliances later I think." Dan nodded.
"I think Harry or your parents bought us some anyway. So we don't need to get that stuff right now. We can see what we got and then come back if we need to." Dan agreed. We went up and down the aisles, grabbing things we were pretty sure we needed and weren't gifted. Dan and I looked at each other as we found the plates. "This is a lot of options." I nodded.
"Should we just get the plainest set here and then get fancy ones later?" I asked. Dan shrugged.
"Honestly?" He asked. I nodded, a worried look on my face. "I say we get the most basic, cheapest set here. It's just us. Not like Harry or Christine will make fun of us for it if they come over for dinner." Walking down the aisle, I found a set. I picked up the display plate and showed Dan.
"Most basic they have." I said as he joined me. "But..." I trailed off as I put the plate back.
"But what?" Dan asked. I pointed above my head at the box.
"I can't reach it." I laughed lightly. Dan laughed as he stepped up and pulled it off the shelf. Carefully putting it in the cart, Dan turned back to me and hugged me. "Thank you." I whispered. He pressed a kiss to my head before grabbing the cart again.
"Is that the only reason you married me? My height?" I laughed as I wrapped my arm around his again.
"Not the only reason." I teased. "But it sure is a bonus." Dan laughed before turning to kiss my temple. "Next is bedding I think." Dan pushed the cart down the next couple of aisles before we got to the sheets and blankets. I immediately went to the throw blankets before looking back at Dan. "Did you...uh...have a preference?" I asked. Dan shook his head.
"You've seen my room." He said as he looked over the comforters. "Grey sheets. Black comforter. Two pillows." He waved a hand at the wall of comforter sets. "I have no idea what I'm doing here. Go ham." He laughed at the smile I gave him. Picking up two throw blankets in different colors, I tossed them to him. Dan put them in the cart and turned back to the wall of comforters. I grabbed four pillows and put them in the cart.
"Get whatever color you want." I called over. "We have a queen sized bed so anything will do honestly." I turned to look at the options for sheets. I rubbed the back of my neck as I looked at the patterns they had.
“you alright?” Dan asked as he came over to hug me. I nodded absently and waved a hand at the wall. “Oh I see. Too many options.” I nodded.
“well I got a (Y/F/C) comforter and a black one. Figured we could switch them out occasionally.” Dan mumbled. “So…” he trailed off before reaching above my head to get a striped set. “This one? both colors in one?” I nodded and he passed them to me. “How many do we need?” He turned to look at me.
“well growing up I always had four or five.” I muttered. Dan nodded.
“I always had three.” He said. “So four?” I nodded. “How about I pick one more and you pick two? Whichever ones we want.”
“sounds good.” I agreed. I grabbed a set with stars on them and added them to the cart. Sighing, I put my hand on dans back. “Dan?” He hummed as he turned to put his grey set in the cart. “See that checkered set?” Dan nodded.
“I got it sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek before grabbing it. Dan tossed it in the cart before pushing to our next stop. “Towels?” He asked as we passed by. I nodded.
“We need four so get whatever color. We need two big ones, a hand towel and a bath mat in each color.” I listed off. Dan nodded and ducked into the aisle to grab the towels. He came back with a mini tower and at me from around it. I laughed at Dan as he made a face and dumped them in the cart. “I think that’s it.” I said as I consulted the list on my pocket.
“let’s double check we have everything.” Dan said as he pulled the cart over to the side. “Four sets of towels. Including big ones, hand towels and bath mats.” Dan moved them to the side before pulling out the sheets. “Four sets of sheets. Two comforters. Four pillows.” I picked up the throw blankets.
“two throws.” Dan furrowed his eyebrows. “what?”
“why do we need two?” He asked.
“one for you. One for me. For when we’re watching tv or something.” I said. Dan nodded slowly. “What?”
“we can’t share?” He asked softly. “We need separate blankets?” Dan looked from the throws to me. I blinked at him before smiling. “What?”
“you’re cute you know that?” I put my hands on his chest and tugged him down to kiss him. Dan hummed in confusion.
“I don’t get it.” He mumbled. I kissed him again before letting him up.
“we can share.” I whispered. “One is for the couch and one is for the bed. In case it gets cold.” Dan nodded slowly.
“oh.” He turned and put everything back in the cart. “Wait. You said that just to get me didn’t you.” Dan looked at me as I smiled and nodded. “Dammit. For fucks sake (y/n).” Dan chuckled. I moved to hug him and Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.” I nodded as I laid my head on his chest.
“I know. And I love you too.” I whispered. Dan shook his head before kissing my head. “Let’s go check out.” I pulled away and Dan kissed me before letting me pull away completely.
“let’s check out.” He agreed before pushing the cart to the check out counter.
#dan fielding#dan fielding imagine#dan fielding x reader#dan fielding fanfic#dan fielding fanfiction#john larroquette#john larroquette imagine#john larroquette fanfic#john larroquette fanfiction#john larroquette x reader
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For the ask meme N E M O :)))
Have been working on this but have been busy/distracted/adhd so sorry about that.
N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
I already answered this here but let’s see if I can find some hrpf things.
I mentioned more love for minor players and I wish that fed over into fic/content creation side of things. Hrpf is really boom or bust. Ao3 is either tons of content or any fic is a miracle. I feel like most teams have one or two big players or ships and everything else is rarepairs.
More switching in the pairings/smut. I love top!Sid and Dom!Sid but I just don’t see it often. Fandom(s) in general don’t switch often but idk variety is the spice of life
This is a dumb thing but I miss team poly and locker room smut fics. There’s a bunch of fics that basically run on the thought that everyone is a little bit poly and they’re all kissing each other (or more 😳) in the locker room. It gets in the way of otps but I loved the everyone loves each other a little bit (or a lot). Also locker room gang bangs are hot.
Bonus: Ned and Jars made heart eyes at each other earlier and reminded me that I’m deeply in love with goalie nesting and I always want more nesting fic. Like half the plot bunnies I’m not writing are nesting fic because it makes me happy to rotate the general idea of it.
E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?
I think I’m the meme mutual this season. Onefear.jpeg is probably my claim to fame but the only when it’s funny and the shutty memes have also gotten a bunch more notes than I was ever expecting them to. Today I got to post Ned.neat again which was nice.
M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
Idk if I want to be friends with any of the boys cause that feels like a weird breach of the 4th wall but I want a hug from PO. Like that’s it. I also want a signed puck from Jars but I really want that PO hug I think it would make me cry and also fix me. Back to the original question, I think Rusty would be a good friend just based on vibes and what little I know about him and ZAR and the like.
O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?
I put Spotify on shuffle and got Like You Mean It by the California Honeydrops
“If you want it, go out and get. If you love it, hold on to it. Now don’t you keep it, just cause you think you need it now. But if you do it, do it like you mean it. Like you mean it.”
Look this is just Sid. Sid going out and getting what he wants. Hockey, cups, geno (and flower and tanger and ek). If he wants it, it’s worth working towards and doing it like he means it.
#asks answered#anonymous#so sorry this took so long#was gonna post it before game and then nye stuff and then during game and then nye ppl came over and just ugh
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#he'll be an extraordinary girl!dad
YOU KNOW I WANT MORE OF THAT UNIVERSE.
i do too, friend, i do too! the amount of times i've revisited no one plan, no one stand (to be free) is almost absurd. why is going from a nebulous glow of a notion to actual paragraphs so freaking difficult? the as-yet-nonexistent sequel would definitely be titled flick a finger [wait for the magic to do its thing] which, yes, breaks from the nostalgic titling tradition. such perfection cannot be passed up, though! do i have an inkling of what would happen? OF COURSE NOT, WHY WOULD I?
#goddesspharo#is a glorious person#people can be so nice!#e writes#fic: no one plan no one stand (to be free)#roswell 2.0#roswell new mexico#rnm fic#isobel x kyle#otp: a hug is needed in room two
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The End of the F***ing World inspired thread
imagines/prompts for your f/o and -or- your otp.
I've recently did a good rewatch of this show because I absolutely adore it. since , in the end, it's about a weird love story between two troubled teenagers, with its good wholesome moments, I thought it'd be cute to write down some of my favourite scenes and sharing them as a megapost there.
cw: this post is going to include a few mature contents such as alcohol, violence and sexual activities. HOWEVER, said imagines will be flagged with a red caption (like this.)
☆ imagine running away from home together.
you're both sick of your relatives and your hometown, so -maybe- starting over only with each other it's a fresh, needed start.
☆ imagine crying in the bathroom because life is a shit (or other reasons) for not directly show any tears in front of them.
although they casually hear you crying in the bathroom and can't help but feeling sorry for you -because- they haven't noticed you were trying to play strong all along.
☆ imagine having to share the same bed with them in a hotel room (or whatever).
you ask them to hug you in your sleep. the next morning you wake up in each others arms.
-suggestive-
☆ imagine breaking the car (bonus point if its a car you've stealth for your runaway) while trying to have sex when the car engine was still running.
☆ imagine starting a forced relationship with them but you end up falling genuinely in love with each other due to your necessary compliance.
☆ imagine dancing together in the living room of a stranger while blasting loud old music (cw for alcohol: even better if it's when drinking). one of you closes their eyes for not making uncomfortable the other, but alas, they break the promise and admire their beauty in such a lovely moment of freedom.
...and you end up kissing.
☆ imagine that after an argument one sleep on the bed and the other on the floor, but still holding the other's hand.
-dead body, implied violence-
☆ imagine burying a body together-
☆ imagine driving and not having a destination. playing loud music and just having fun, enjoying each other's company.
☆ imagine taking different paths and not seeing each other for a few days, worry growing from each side. but in the end you'll meet in the same spot you parted ways at the start. them still waiting for you.
you sit next to each other, holding hands, as you acknowledge that you're all you've left. they've waited for you all this time, and you come back just for them. whatever you share is special, and you can't ruin that. as long as you're together, everything is fine. even at the end of the world.
-small crimes-
☆ imagine stealing something or committing a small felony (it doesn't have to necessarily be illegal, these can also be normal accomplishments) and kissing each other passionately as a celebration of your well done.
- a second part is coming soon!
#k's tag#f/o imagines#romantic f/o#imagine your f/o#selfshipping#f/o scenarios#comfort characters#imagine your otp#the end of the f***ing world#james and alyssa#james x alyssa#selfshipping community#otp ideas#otp imagines#otp prompts#romance prompts#f/o x reader#netflix#tv shows#writing ideas#writing inspiration
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Love Like the Galaxy
It’s hilarious to me that they are all still talking about this living, breathing, fully grown man like an inanimate object, a tool to be used with no will of his own.
They sound like they are fighting about a toy, “I can’t let you have my Barbie, you didn’t take good care of it in the past and I’m afraid you’ll break it!”
A-Yao, just say no and tell them all to fuck themselves!
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“I can no longer afford to replace Barbies, nor offend the people who took this particular one from you to give it to me, so I won’t deliberately break it, pinky swear!”
But for Yao’s sake, I hope she does become easier to live with. Poor Puppy.
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This exchange is wild.
Bitch, who cares about your happiness? You threw him away with your own two hands after mistreating him and humiliating him, and you have the nerve to talk about your happiness now? If your life is ruined, it’s ruined, but nobody owes it to you to ruin their own too in solidarity, especially not A-Yao who literally no longer owes you a single thing after the way you treated him!
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LMAO, are you kidding me? YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM AND MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE!!
“You now have TWO Barbies, why won’t you give me back the one I threw away, because it’s not like we are talking about real people here with their own thoughts and volitions anyway, and besides, two men are totally interchangeable! Just be engaged to someone else instead!”
I cannot with this woman 😭
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MTE.
The fact that everyone just got together and agreed that Lou Yao, of all people, should sacrifice his happiness with the woman he loves because she is somehow ‘owed’ something is mind-boggling to me.
Also, yes! Tell her, sweetheart! 👇👇
I love how he subtly threatens her here 😂😂
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Poor Puppy 😢
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Exactly, What morality? What understanding?? This is the worst, most hypocritical thing I’ve seen happen on this show so far.
Also, I understand why she would be focused on herself and her own misfortune, but let me chime in: what about A-Yao? Who is going to be considerate of him? Let me just repeat what everyone seems to be forgetting - HE IS A PERSON, NOT A TOY.
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Oh, sweetheart 😢 Can I give you a hug? I want to give you a hug.
You deserve better than all this... mess.
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Thank you!! Speak for yourself, baby, when no one else will!
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Thank you!
I totally get it why this marriage is no longer worth it in Shaoshang’s mind and I don’t blame her. She never loved him like he loves her and she wanted him because she thought that life with him would be comfortable and easy. I’m so here for her understanding that things have changed and wanting to move on, but I’m irritated by the platitudes and the hypocrisy of ‘it’s benevolent’ to ruin his life. He is wronged here and I need to see it acknowledged.
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OK, I ship the OTP as much as the next person, but I cried when they called off their engagement and wished each other well 😢
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LMAO, he said fuck Lady Ruyang and fuck you in particular 😂
Also, look at the dimwit princess and the stupid grin on her face! Lady, read the fucking room!!
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LMAO, I love how he cuts straight through their bullshit.
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Yes, baby! Now is your chance! Take charge and make us all happy! 🤗
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God, I hate her 🤮
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Oh, god, who asked for you 😒😒
Asshole, like she isn’t miserable enough already.
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LMAO, you tell him, cutie!
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Oh? 👀
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LMAO, there is no better cure for romantic mishaps than structural engineering, can confirm from personal experience 😂😂
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Well, that’s a bit too much excitement for a first date 😬
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OMG, the bitch shot at Wan Qiqi!! 😱😱
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LMAO, look at this busybody laying the groundwork for his matchmaking endeavors! 🤣🤣
That’s right, repay him by saying yes when he asks for your daughter’s hand in marriage! 🤣🤣
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LMAOOOO, not the Emperor getting kicked out by his concubine because he wouldn’t shut up about Zisheng and his relationship issues 🤣🤣
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Her handwriting! 🤣🤣
HIS FACE!! 🤣🤣
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Yes, girl, you tell him!! 💪💪
And mean. And thirsty. And jealous. And a jerk.
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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 2
Series Masterlist
Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.
(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like).
Story Summary: The new addition to Nelson & Murdock is great, they surely enjoyed the company and help. Although, Matt would have to admit, Miss Page was a curious thing. Maybe TOO curious when it comes to personal questions (Set shortly after S1E1, “Into The Ring.”).
Read story 1 to get a better understanding.
Date: 5/13
Rating: Teen/Borderline of Mature
Word Count: 5,289
Warning: Hints of Karedevil (my OTP); Changing POVs (?); Possible OOC; Angst/Lots of angst; Talks of possible adoption; Abandonment; Talks of disability; References to panic attacks; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
(Let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: Finally back! I'm sorry this took forever, I had a lot of personal drama come up. But I'm back! So sorry about that! And I hope you enjoy the story!
Also, this is not my best work, but hopefully ya'll like it :)
Karen Page.
She was an interesting one, Matt would have to admit. But that didn’t stop him and Foggy from offering her a job at their newly appointed firm. Which honestly, they most definitely needed the help. It was better than letting a fourteen year old girl be their secretary when she should be doing schoolwork during their office hours. Speaking of-
“So, remind me again what exactly happened? Since… you know, I was away on a field trip.” Kaila asked, giving her father an earful. She was helping him cross the street as they made their trek to his new business building. “You take a case with Foggy a few hours after opening, somehow win, but not before you save this woman from being killed and allow her to stay in our apartment for safety?”
He smirks, only imagining the expression she had on. “Yeah, something like that.”
“And Uncle Foggy doesn’t know that last part?”
“Nope.”
“But the two of you gave her a job out of the goodness of your hearts?”
“Uh, Huh.”
“Huh.” She whispers to him that a biker was coming (even though he probably could hear it coming from behind), and moves them both. “So… how long has it been since then?”
“About… four days, give or take.” Matt says, thinking. “Maybe shorter?”
“Okay. Well, is she nice at least?” She asked, protectively, which her father picked up quickly.
He chuckles, patting the arm that's helping him. “Relax, Kai. She’s a good person. You’ll like her.”
“Alrighty. Just checking.”
They soon arrived at the building, Matt already sensing that everyone was already inside. He opens the door with his usual smile, the ruffling of papers and books stopped as he felt two sets of eyes on him.
“Hi, Matthew.” Karen said, chirpy.
“Hi. Sorry to be late, I had a little delay.” He replies, truthfully (he had a stitch that came loose).
“Matt! Perfect timing!” Foggy calls out, stumbling from his office. He kicks an empty container out of his way, greeting him with open arms. “We need help organizing if you can. We found more boxes that need to be unpacked.”
“Surely I can.” He said, before gesturing to his child looking around the room with curious eyes. “If you don’t mind, I brought Kaila over today.”
Foggy’s face lights up more. “K-Pop! You’re here!”
The brunette snorts, offering him a hug. “Hi, Foggy.” Kaila says, feeling the love.
“Oh, this is perfect!” He says pulling away, hands resting on her shoulders. “Do you have homework?”
“Uh… no. Not this week.”
“Awesome! That means you can help with filing.” He holds up one finger as her face morphed into disappointment. “Yes, you are. You’re not going to sit here and play on your phone all day kiddo, alright?”
“You sound more of a dad than he is.” Kaila jokes, gesturing to her father.
“I guess I got the day off.” Matt said and shrugged. He suddenly picked up the slight uncomfortable tension in the air from someone. “Oh, uh, Karen-” He turns to the blonde woman. “This is my daughter, Kaila. Kaila, this is the person I was telling you about, Karen Page.”
The young Murdock uses her manners, and extends her hand out. “Hi, Miss Page.”
Karen smiles softly. “Hi.” She says, shaking it. “I… didn’t know you had a daughter, Matt.”
“Well, I haven’t had a chance to bring it up, or place any photos on my fold out table yet.” Matt reponses, a bit tongue and cheek.
Kaila lightly hits him in the arm. “Really? You get this semi new office and don’t have pictures of precious little me?” She says in the same tone as him.
“Don’t worry.” Foggy smirks, reaching inside his office to snag a picture frame to show off. “I got ya cover, K-Pop.”
A little girl with tiny pigtails and a missing front tooth was being squished between two men. The two of them still had a very ‘college’ look about them while they stood in front of a carousel for the photo.
Kaila scrunched her nose. “That’s like the worst photo of me.”
“What?” He turns it towards himself to look at it. “I don’t think so.”
“I puked after we took that.”
“Because your father gave you a butt load of candy.”
“Hey-” Matt begins, holding his hand up in defense. “Don’t shoot shots at me. I’ve got the day off, remember?”
“Exactly!” Foggy points to his friend. “Which reminds me-” He takes her by the shoulders again, steering her away. “It’s time to do some filing, young lady.”
She threw her head back with a sigh. “Noooooo.” She whined with a pouting face.
“Tough. The faster we get this done in an organized manner, we can go get lunch. I was thinking… that shawarma’s place a few blocks away? How’s that sound?”
Her brown eyes lit up at the sound of that. “Oh! Yes, please!”
“Perfect! Matt, Karen, chop chop! Food’s on the line.”
Karen and Matt chuckled at his childish antics, but did what they were told in their own ways (Which was just Matt unpacking boxes whole Karen put the necessary items away in their proper places). While doing so there was an interesting silence between them, one that wasn’t uncomfortable, but was also along the border of being uncomfortable. I mean…
Could you blame them though? The teenager’s laughter in the background wasn’t helping either, nor was Foggy’s encouragement/hangry-emotional filled comments (Do you see why Matt doesn’t want to leave the two of them alone?).
After a long time of nothing, The blonde begins with:
“So…” She shuffled papers together nervously. “No offense, but um… when I… uh stayed in your home I never would have guessed a child was living with you.”
Matt’s lip curled up a little, finding her statement a little humorous actually. “None taken.” He chuckles, shifting his stance against the tower of boxes. “Well… since I can’t see, there’s kind of no need to decorate the place. The only place that I've been told that’s decorated is Kai’s room. The uh… door was closed when you stayed.”
“Ah.” Karen says, nodding a little. “I see.”
A pregnant pause again, as her shy blue eyes quickly flickered to his left hand, a million thoughts and questions ran through her mind. Matt “felt” her movement, and heard the way her heart nervously paced. He could tell she was trying not to cross a line she wasn’t supposed to yet; Which he’ll admit that it was sweet of her being so considerate, despite barely knowing each other.
“Hey, Karen?” He said, earning a hum from her. “It’s okay if you want to ask questions. I’m sure you have many.”
“Uh…” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as she fiddled with her hands. “Well… I-I do, I just don’t-”
“It’s okay.” He gives her a reassuring smile. “If we’re going to be working together from now on, I guess I should tell you a little about my life.”
“You… you’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Oh… okay. Um.” She runs a hand through her locks, thinking. “Were… were you… married at all? “
He shakes his head. “No, no. No marriage for me. No uh… she was born out of wedlock.”
“Oh. So… a girlfriend?”
“Uh…” He sighs quietly. “Sort of. I… I met this girl towards the end of law school, broke it off shortly after graduation because it wasn’t going to work out. Although-” He uses his hands to emphasize his words. “If I’m being honest it was more of a fling than a relationship, so I don’t really know if I can call her my ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh.” She frowns sadly, worriedly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s fine.” Matt says, truthfully (well… maybe there was a bit of a white lie there).
“So, you found out she was pregnant after you broke up?”
“Well…” He clenches his jaw a little. He didn’t exactly like this part of the story. “Not exactly. I didn’t know Kaila existed. Um…” His throat started to go dry. “I’ll just tell you the story, it’ll make it easier. So… It was a couple months after I moved into my apartment…”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
-Fourteen Years Ago-
You could say Matt was living the high life at this moment. Sure, money was a little tight, and his damn kitchen sink wouldn’t stop dripping after a few uses, and the neighbour’s dog wouldn’t shut up at an ungodly hour in the night, but he was in a good place. A decent size apartment he got for a bit of a discount since it faced the neon sign that Foggy claimed shines the uglies of colors; But that didn’t bother him for obvious reasons, and even if he could see the stupid thing, it wouldn’t pop his bubble of happiness.
He’s finally graduated from school, passed the bar on his second try, and has a pending interview with one of the best law firms in Hell’s Kitchen; All while he has his best friend was right beside him doing the same. What more could he ask for?
“-and you just keep ignoring her calls?” Foggy asks, sliding his Fall jacket on, while staying near the worn down couch his friend had.
Matt scoffs a little. “Well, what am I supposed to do, Foggy? I haven’t talked to her in months, and she decides to call out of the blue?” He holds his finger up, pausing the other man. “And before you say anything, I did try to call her back once, and she didn’t pick up.”
“Okay, jeez. I won’t.” Foggy says, holding his hands up in defense before fishing around for his thin gloves. “I’m just saying, what if it’s important?”
“Then she would have picked up when I called her.”
“Alright, that’s true too.” He quirks a little smile after getting himself situated, clasping his hands together. “Alright. I’m going to get us some pizza.”
Matt raises an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to just order for delivery?”
“This place doesn’t deliver, remember? And it’s the best pizza I’ve ever had, so I’m willing to walk a few blocks to go get it.” Foggy replies, sounding like a man on a mission.
Matt chuckles, truly never understanding his logic. “Alright, Fog. I won’t argue.”
“Good. Cause you won’t regret it when you taste the delicious seasonings and spices inside the rich tasting sauce. It’s-” He makes a chef’s kiss sound and movement. “Delicioso.” He hums at the sound of it. “I’ll be back.”
“Alright.”
Foggy takes a couple of steps before stopping and looks around. “Man, we gotta get you some art or something in here. It’s sad.” He says, before continuing his journey.
“Uh, Fog? I don’t know if you remember? I’m your blind friend?”
“A blind man who always manages to bring the hot chicks home.” He mutters, getting Matt to laugh. “You gotta think of them, Murdock.”
His voice and footsteps trailed off as he was out the door, leaving the other man alone. Matt sighs blissfully, stretching his arms out before leaning back against his couch. His eyes closed while he tried to find something peaceful to tune in on. The sirens were the worst. He could always hear them because they were always here and there (I guess that’s what he gets for living in a dangerous part of New York).
He tunes in on what sounds like someone running a bath a few blocks away. Whoever it was must have great plumbing because the water wasn’t coming out choppy like his apartment’s bath does.
Must be nice. He thought, drifting away after a few minutes when the faucet was shut off and someone was about to get in (Yeah, he’s not a pervert, okay?)
He listened to many things that didn’t ache his senses. Like kids laughing in the park, the sounds of the weekly ice cream truck, the lovely piano played by a professional, the running at his door, the—
Hang on.
Matt cocked his head at that, tuning in on his very own hallway. The footsteps were loud and quick, but quick like someone was in a hurry and didn’t care that they were making so much noise. He could hear the slight squeak of the rubber bottom of worn down sneakers, and the tiniest of panting coming from the person’s mouth. Tiny bits of breath. Matt could guess this person hasn’t been running the whole time from their point A to their point B. No, it sounded like they just started running the moment they entered this building.
Strange. And the whiff of this person’s scent was a bit familiar. Where has it smelled that before? But before he could conclude an answer, the running stopped right at his door. He blinked curiously, listening keenly. He could hear one of their hands moving up and down, fingers twitching as they hovering over his door, uncertain. Their heart was fluttering fast as they gulped down nervously. Strange again. Who was this—
They sent something down carefully, something that made a little rocking motion before settling. There was something strong coming from whatever that was and it smelled so familiar too that he practically dying to see what it even—
Three loud knocks. That was it. Three loud knocks before the person sprinted away, leaving whatever they set down behind. Matt followed the person’s trail as they practically flew themselves down the six flights of stairs and out into the city streets where they got lost in a sea of people. Now Matt wanted to tune in, wanted to hear and know who this person was, but his mind kept screaming for him to get to the door.
He pushed himself up, using muscle memory to get to his destination, his trembling hands opening the door (Trembling? Why was his hands trembling?). The smell hit his nose which wasn’t unpleasant, but it caught him off guard because it reminded him of someone. But what was it? Carefully he reached out to grab it, thinking maybe it was just a package of some kind, but surely he didn’t expect to grab a thick plastic handle.
He blinked again, confused, obviously. He tries recalling if he orders anything that involves a handle (And he’s pretty sure the tableware Foggy helped him ordered didn’t have handles on it). He felt around a little more, fingertips ghosting down the handle, reaching something that was like felt, which drew a small sound from.
He drew his hand away and froze.
That sounded like… No. It couldn’t be… He told himself, because that couldn’t be it. There’s no way that—
Well…
There’s no way someone left a baby at his door.
…Right?
He listened, and sure enough he heard the small beats of a heart that he didn’t notice before. He also heard the small sleeping sounds the child was making. But still, this wasn’t the point.
Why is there a baby at my door? He asked to nothing but air.
Uncertain, but still looking for an answer, he carefully felt around for any more clues. He tried not to disturb the baby as he felt around its blanket till he got something. He felt the smoothness and ruffle of a single piece of paper, smelling like ink and something else.
Puffy markers. It wasn’t in braille but the letters stuck out on the page for him to read.
For him. So someone really wanted him to read this. This letter was for him. He was nervous. A little scared because he had a gut wrenching thought crossing the back of his mind.
He let his fingers trace each letter slowly, processing them one at a time. Some of the letters were a bit hard to make out since the handwriting was so sloppy, so the rest was like filling in the blanks which he didn’t mind doing until he got the end.
Oh no.
He felt the wind get knocked out of him.
This is not right.
Matt felt himself sink to the ground, knees hitting hard, his body finding support on the door frame.
Oh no. This isn’t real— He told himself, but his mind, heart, and gut was telling him otherwise.
Oh no. This isn’t…
He swallows, brain spinning around before settling on what he’s going to do. Matt knows he’s coming back soon, but he can’t wait any longer as he scrambles for his phone in his pocket. He listens for the automated voice, asking what he needs. He swallows again, mouth going so dry.
“C-Call…” He stutters, feeling like his vocal cords just evaporated. “Call…” His heart skips a beat, his gut telling him to react faster. “Call… Call Foggy.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Foggy felt the phone vibrating in his pocket as he was leaving the restaurant. Balancing the pizza box in one hand while he walked towards the curb, eyes scanning for those yellow cars as his free hand fished the device out; Face a little confused upon seeing the caller ID, but still answered no less.
“Hey, Matty. Did you need some-”
“H-How f-far are you from my home?” His friend asked in a rush. Furrowing his brows, Foggy heard the stuttering in his voice. He knows Matt never stutters unless something’s spooked him.
“I just left the shop. I’m trying to hail a cab right now.” He replies, holding the phone with his shoulder as he waved at one. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“I-I…” Foggy could hear him shuffling around, like his pacing or something of that form. “I think…. I think I know why Mary was trying to call me.”
He perked up at the new emotion. “Matt?” Foggy said, worriedly.
“Just… I-I know you’re getting a ride but… just… tr-try to get back as quickly as you can.” A pause. Like he was listening. “Pl-Please.”
Foggy nods even though he knows he can’t see it. “Yeah. Yeah of course, Buddy. I’ll let the driver know.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up the phone, chest tightening that something bad was afoot. He starts waving his open arm again, screaming, “TAXI!!”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Matt opened the door on the eighth frantic knock and Foggy’s heavy breathing. Foggy almost stumbled forward when the door was taken away, cussing under his breath, before notice the distant look on his friend’s face.
“What happened?” Foggy asked worriedly, as the other man walked away.
He followed anxiously, watching closely as he placed the box down on the kitchen counter, eyes trailing to where Matt gestured at the dining table. Foggy felt himself freeze on the spot (Oh, now he understands the frantic call). There was the cheapy gray color on the carrier, the hood was up to block any light from coming onto the tiny, tiny human wrapped up in a light purple blanket. He felt himself blink more times than he can count.
“W-Wha…” Foggy stuttered, taking a small and cautious step forward. “W-Where did you get the baby?”
Matt licked his chapped lips, swallowing too. “I-It uh, w-was at my door. Uh…” He crossed his arms, almost like he was trying to ground himself. “I-I think Mary left it.”
Foggy snapped his head towards his friend with surprise. “M-Mary left this?” He watched him nod and looked at the carrier again. “Did… did she steal a baby or something? Why is there a baby here?”
Matt shifted nervously before unfolding the letter from his hand, handing it over. “Here. Tell me if I read that right.”
Foggy took it, flattening it a little bit more before actually reading. He felt his blue orbs widened with each word. “You’re…” He begins, trying to comprehend it all. “You’re the father?”
“So I did read that right.” He said, finding the back of his couch with his hands to lean against it.
"Well… Maybe it's not. She could be mistaken, uh…" He looks around, finding something else sticking out from the blanket. "Here. There's a birth certificate. Perfect! Let's see." He reads over it quickly. "See? This is all incomplete. There’s no name for the father, no.. uh, she didn’t name the baby. That’s… odd. D-Doesn’t matter! Uh, it looks like it’s only her name here, so Mary is the mother.”
“Foggy.” Matt croaks.
“Relax, Murdock. Maybe it’s not yours. Maybe this is–” Foggy waves his hands around. “A-A prank.” He kind of cringes at what he said though, feeling small. “Did Mary do those…?”
Matt twitched, thinking. “What color were Mary’s eyes?” He asked, quietly.
“Blue.”
“And the baby’s?”
Foggy glanced at the carrier to notice that the child was still sleeping, then decided to look over the certificate again. “Uh… Brown.”
The blind man swallows again, his throat running dryer. "A-Are they my brown?"
"Matt-"
"Are they mine, Foggy?"
Foggy’s heart clenched when he heard the hurt in his friend’s voice. “I don’t know, she’s still asleep. Maybe she could've gotten it from-"
"S-She?" He muttered, stunned. “It’s a girl?”
Foggy nods, but clarifies. “Yeah. That’s what it says.”
“Oh jeez, Foggy.” Matt said, hands gripping the sides of his head. “I don’t know how to raise a kid. I don’t—”
“Hey, hey, hey. Easy now.” He sets the paper aside and rushes to grab his friend’s shoulders, grounding him. “Look. There’s a hospital down the street, we can go there and get a DNA test. Huh? And then… we’ll figure out what to do next, regardless of the results. Okay?”
It takes a minute or two, but Matt nods. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah that’s okay.”
“Okay.” Foggy gives him a light squeeze. “Alright, I’ll go get your cane.”
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
“So how long will this take?” Foggy asked the very nice Phlebotomist. He unfortunately had to do most of the explaining since his friend kept spacing out, but hey, could you blame him though? The woman was kind and understanding, and did everything professionally quickly.
“Not too long since it’s not busy. We’ll let you know right away.” She said, smiling after applying the bandage to Matt’s arm.
She disappeared with another woman, a nurse, who was now feeding the now awake child while muttering how tiny she was. It made his heart flutter for various reasons.
“Hey?” Foggy said, giving him a little push in the arm. “You okay?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Matt answered truthfully. “I just… I mean… me? A dad? How’s that going to work?”
“You can make anything work as long as you put your mind to it, but-” He gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze like earlier. “If you can’t, then there’s no shame in putting her up for adoption. It happens all the time.”
“I know, it’s just…” He lets out a sigh, dropping his head. “I don’t know.”
Silence enveloped the room, nothing but a ticking clock could be heard as they waited and waited and waited till they felt like they were going to roll off into the darkness called sleep. Sleep sounded good. Maybe he could sleep. Maybe this was just a dream. Maybe this was something his mind just conjured up to–
“Okay.” Phlebotomist said, coming back into the room with the nurse. She still had that gentle smile on her face. “So, it does look like the baby is yours Mr. Murdock.” Foggy squeezed his shoulder. “And it does look like she’s about a month old, born prematurely; However, we did some testing and she’s fine. Everything’s pretty much growing at the rate they should be. Okay?”
Matt was speechless, pale and holding in air. He also didn’t look like he wasn’t going to answer her, so Foggy became a knight in shining armor again and stood up from his seat.
“Uh, actually… um…” He begins, fiddling with his hands. “Do you think we could discuss some options out in the hall? If that’s okay?”
She nods. “Yes. Of course.” She gestures to the door, and calls for the nurse. “Becca?”
The nurse perks up at her name. “Oh, yes! I’m coming.” She said as they were leaving. She hums and takes a step towards Matt, still holding the baby close to her arms. “You mind holding her for a sec, Mr. Murdock?”
That did the trick, and Matt stiffened in his spot.
“What? No. I-I.. I don’t—” He’s jumbling his words because he’s been blindsided, but that didn’t give her a hint (or maybe she didn’t care) ‘cause she handed over the kids to him.
“Relax. I’ll rearrange your hands.” She said, doing what she said she would. “Now make sure you keep her upright for a bit since I just fed her again. Your baby likes to eat.”
Matt felt like ice, afraid to even breathe if it meant jostling the child. The tiny creature’s head rested against his shoulder, eyes half lid with a tiny yawn.
So this is…
The nurse smiled brighter. “There you go. We’ll be right back.”
She left too. Which I guess gave his senses to go haywire on cue. His nose catches that familiar scent he smelled earlier. It soothes him in a way he can’t explain.
That smell. It’s— It finally hits him. Nostalgic enough to make him chuckle.
“You smell like my dad… In a way.” He whispers, a frown playing on his lips.
Dad.
Matt will admit that he loved his dad, but was he the best at ‘parenting’? That… that was questionable. And don’t even get him started on his absent mother. So you see, he didn’t have the role models to idol after, so what exactly was he supposed to do with the examples he was given? What and how was he supposed to do this? And don’t get him started on his disability. How the hell was he supposed to take care of–
The small cooing and tiny fingers trying to grip his shirt broke his thoughts. It was enough to tighten his heart strings and move his emotions in ways he can’t explain. She was just so…
Tiny. A tiny defenseless creature. Matt didn’t even need eyes to tell that she was making an adorable face right now. He swallowed hard for the millionth time today.
Damn it… He cursed, eyes prickling. He chuckles nervously.
“Damn it.” He repeated out loud just above a whisper. “I’m n-not going to let you go. I can’t. I can’t be like them.”
Them.
His mother.
His father.
Her mother too.
He can’t be like them, he can’t let her go alone in the world like he was.
“I can’t be like them. I can’t let you go. But I am sorry.” He chokes, closing his eyes and taking his baby all in. “I’m sorry but you’re not going to have a mother, or grandparents or… or really any relatives for that matter. It’s just me. I’m sorry for that.”
He felt his baby, yes, his baby, snuggle her head closer to the warmth of neck, making a little noise that brought joy to his ears.
He chuckles again. “Glad you’re listening.” He sneered, lips curling upwards. “But um… I’m going to take care of you. Protect you. Make sure you grow up nicely. I’m going to try to be a better person than they were. I cross my heart.”
The door opened but he paid no heed to it.
The Phlebotomist wandered over as chirpy as she ever was. “Alright, so Mr. Murdock, your friend was telling you were considering ado–”
“I changed my mind.” He said quickly, no doubt crossing his mind at this point. He could sense the confused stares he was getting and clears up with, “I change my mind. I want to keep her.”
“Really?” She asked, genuinely surprised.
“Whoa, hang on, Matt–” Foggy begins, stepping into his space, voice covering with concern. “Are you sure? Have you thought this through because this is a huge step.”
“I have.” He answers. “I’ve thought about it, and even though I know it’s going to be a challenge, that’s something I want to take.”
He sensed Foggy smiling with a bit pride from his words while the woman clapped her hands together, like a woman on a mission.
“Excellent. Now, Mr. Murdock, since it looked like her Mother decided to take an incomplete birth certificate, you get to do the honors of naming your daughter.” She explains. “Have you thought of any names?”
Matt pondered for a moment. He hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I guess you could say this was challenge number one for him. He suddenly recalls hearing a name when he was a child staying at the orphanage, something he remembered liking from the language of Hebrew.
“Kaila.” He said, smiling.
He heard her cooing again.
“Kaila… Jackie Murdock.”
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-Present Day-
“-So yeah, that’s what happened.” Matt finishes, picking up Karen’s saddened heart beat.
“Oh, god.” She says, hand hovering over her mouth in shock. “That’s… awful. N-Not with your daughter! Just… her mother and all that.”
“Yeah, yeah. It is.” He said, head lowering.
“Did… did you ever contact this Mary woman?”
“I tried. Foggy tried. Even the police tried but it’s like she just vanished off the face of the Earth. It was definitely strange.”
“I’m sorry, that must have been hard raising her on your own.”
“No…” He shakes his head with a sigh. “It honestly wasn’t that bad, sure there were times that it was really, really tough, but we made it through it.” He smiles. “Besides, Foggy helped me out when I needed it. I owe him that.”
She copied his expression. “Well that’s good.” She replies, playing with her hands again. “Sorry for being nosy. I didn’t know that it was so heavy.”
He waves her off politely. “Nah. I don’t mind that.” He says, genuinely. “I’m glad you asked. Because even though it was a sad day, it is also actually my happiest one too.”
When his expression grew louder, it was contagious because hers did too. Their hearts fluttered with a lovely gaze that would soon be “ruined” by the two children in the office.
“Hey, are you guys done?” Foggy asked, while carrying around a giggling Kaila on his back.
Karen held back a laugh at his appearance, his hair all messy while he had boxes for shoes (all while the girl was lightly slapping him in the shoulder like he was a race horse).
Matt almost shook his head at the mental picture and replied, “Yeah, we’re done. This was the last one anyway.”
“Awesome!” He howled, and Kaila pumped her fist into the air.
“Shawarma!!” The brunette yelled.
“Yes! The magical tasting shawarma! Here we come!” He continues, carefully kicking the boxes off as he makes their way towards the door. “Come on! Let’s go! K-Pop and I are hungry!”
“Yeah, come on Dad! Karen! I’m hungry!” Kaila boasted.
“Alright, we’re coming.” Matt said, grabbing his cane. He holds out a hand towards the door. “After you, Miss Page.”
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Murdock.” Karen said, passing by.
“Dad! Can I get a soda?” Kaila asked, once they found themselves together on the sidewalk. She slid off Foggy’s back to take her father’s arm ready to guide him.
“Sure. But just one, and that’s it.” He says, earning a squeeze.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Have you ever had shawarma, Karen?” Foggy asked, as they begin their journey.
“No, I haven't. What is it exactly?” She says, curiously.
“Well it’s–”
Matt’s expression never changed because it was nice. His gig as a vigilante was going smoothly, his job was finally picking up steam, he’s made acquaintances he didn’t know he needed.
It was perfect.
His life was going perfect.
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If only he knew the struggles that were about to come…
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Can I cheat and ask for two? How about 2 and 5 for Allegra/herald/Ortega and 22 & 42 for Holland/Nate?
idk if that counts as cheating, but I *do* know I'm happy about it :D
2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?
oooh, good question! if Allegra had the nightmare: I can see Ortega getting them to focus on the white noise of his brain to quiet their own mind - like offering a telepathic equivalent of noise-canceling headphones. Danny's instinct would probably be full-body hugs. Allegra usually needs a weighted blanket to sleep semi-well anyway, so I think in the immediate aftermath of a nightmare, they would really enjoy that additional compression to settle.
if Allegra is doing the comforting: for Danny, I think their instinct would be to offer the same as a kind of grounding mechanism, both bc they always find it helpful and bc of Danny's tendency to float. for Ortega, I think they'd probably hold him (or let him hold them) and just sort of quietly remind him that they're here, they're still alive and with him.
5. Describe their cozy night in.
I just feel like this one is begging for a snippet:
"We could just do takeout."
"What? No. This'll be so much better. It won't take that long."
"He just doesn't want to deal with the dishes afterward," Allegra's voice, soft and dark as midnight and edged with amusement, drifts into the kitchen from Daniel's living room, where they're busy flicking through movie options.
Hovering in the kitchen doorway, Danny whirls, wide-eyed, to look at them, the beginnings of a faint flush already tingeing the bridge of his nose. "That's not--"
Ortega's bark of a laugh filters out into the living room. "He never wants to. Actually, he just never does them, full stop."
Daniel's protest dies in his throat, and he narrows his eyes at Ortega, arms crossed over his chest. "That's not true," he objects, but there's no real heat behind his words, just a playful indignation that sparks more laughter.
"Of course," Allegra muses, that knife's edge of amusement in their voice again, "No one would have to wash dishes if someone hadn't fried another dishwasher."
22. What reminds each of their partner?
Some of these feel so obvious lmao but off the top of my head, here are a few for each of them!
things that remind Nate of Holland:
- the scent of cinnamon and coffee
- post-it notes (Holls is generally prone to marginalia but is obvi not going to like, deface his books, so she leaves a lot of post-its scattered throughout their pages instead)
- certain kinds of flowers (e.g., foxgloves)—ones that she’s got tattooed (I know I had a list at some point of which ones and where, but I can’t find it for the life of me. she definitely was particular about which flowers, though. the foxgloves were her most recent though—she got those on her wrist to cover the scars from Murphy).
things that remind Holland of Nate:
- the scent of lapsang souchong tea
- books, obviously, but particularly poetry (more specifically: almost anything by rilke, adrienne rich's dream of a common language, almost anything by forugh farrokhzad)
- soo many songs
42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
answered here!
otp asks
#sorry this took longer than I meant it to!#but tysm for indulging me! <3#oc: allegra peretti#oc: holland townsend#ship: your entire heart#ship: throuple of clowns#answered#agnt-sexysuavewell
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