#matt thinks it smells horrible im sure

[scringee]

They went antiquing!

The panel this is inspired by is under the cut :]

[uyuuma]

“ MATTE BLACK ”

satoru gojo x fem!reader ღ MDNI.

❥ summary. your boyfriend, satoru gojo, is driving you home from a long day out. you decide to repay him for the fun date, while he's fuckin' driving. (damn girl, can't wait till you get home first?)

❥ warnings. nsfw, female anatomy, praise kink, using pet names, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, hairpulling, this is all while he drives btw, etc.

❥ a/n. mb guys ik it's been a few months but i'm having horrible writers block. i have a bunch of drafts atm. wrote this cos i may or may not have done this irl >:) also this is bc im still coping with ch 261 in jjk

❥ wc. 3k

"Are you sleepy, baby?" A voice asked softly, ripping you from the dream-like state you were under. You blinked rapidly, little droplets forming on the corners of your sleepy eyes. A quiet yawn escaped your lips as you stretched in your plush seat. You turn your head to look over at Gojo, as he lovingly glances at your sleepy form in his passenger seat. Your lashes drooped as your mind slowly regained consciousness, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up from your groggy condition. Gojo let out a chuckle as his eyes stayed glued to the road ahead. "Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you from your precious slumber." he apologized, his faint smile being illuminated from the bright red lights on the dashboard. "S'okay baby, didn't mean to fall asleep anyway." you muttered, another yawn threatening to escape your throat. You looked ahead at the road, it was a straight freeway that stretched out for miles on end. It was already dark out, hardly any lighting besides the bright headlights of his car. It was slightly mesmerizing to you, seeing the surrounding environment race by in a blur. You could tell you were still quite a ways from home, you were in a very rural area. No cars, buildings, or signs of civilization have passed by since you woke up. "Poor baby, we had such a long day together. You should nap some more, it'll be a while till we get home, 'kay?" Gojo rested his large hand on your thigh, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. He moved his hand so that he could cup your cheek, trying to further coax you into going back to sleep. You giggled, shrugging your left shoulder so that you could lean into his palm. "I'm fine, Satoru... I'm not that sleepy." You kissed his hand and leaned back into the chair, peering out the windshield to see the sparkling stars in the night sky. As he withdrew his hand to change gears, you moved yours to fiddle with the radio. Gojo always gives you aux because you are his pretty princess that he loves to spoil. He didn't mind whatever songs you chose to play, even if your playlists were an incoherent mess. You tapped on the screen, skipping a couple of songs before landing on the one you wanted.

You grinned, satisfied with the choice. Gojo also seemed pleased by your choice as he gently bobbed his head to the beat. He shifted gears again then rested his hand on your thigh once more. A gesture which was normally so innocent and comforting had your head spinning. You weren't sure what had suddenly caused you to feel so worked up, but it certainly caused you to become more alert. You bounced your other leg in anticipation, sorting through your options. You want Gojo now. In fact, you were down bad for him all day, but since you two were enjoying the day together you brushed it off. But now it's different, now you have privacy. Now you were cooped up in his Dodge Challenger, home still miles away. Come to think of it, his car was definitely one of his prized possessions as he always took amazing care of it. The interior was always so clean, the matte black seats and dashboard almost disappeared into the night. It smelled faintly of his cologne and the 'black ice' tree car freshener that hung from his rearview mirror. The masculine blend of scents added to the growing arousal pooling in your tummy, as if his car was full of pheromones. But even if it wasn't the way he cared for his car or the hypnotic aroma that danced around your senses, just the way he drove enchanted you. He drove with such confidence, only needing one hand on the wheel. The way his veins would pop out of his pale hand when he would switch gears. His long legs shifted somewhat to hit the gas or clutch. It was as if your boyfriend mastered the art of driving. It was the true reason you made him drive most of the time, Gojo believing it to be because you weren't as confident in driving. Nope, the true reason was that you were too enamored with being his little passenger princess to ever dare getting into the driver's seat again. Realizing that you were full on ogling Gojo as he drove, you shifted your observant eyes to take in his handsome face. He was focused on the road, his right hand now holding the wheel. His left arm rested against the car door, propping up his tired head on his fist. His body language was fatigued and you understood that he too, was drowsy. Your lips tugged into a frown, growing empathy and guilt in your body. You wanted to find a way to keep your boyfriend awake, while also repaying him for spoiling you all day.

That was when your gaze settled on his crotch, a little idea popping into your head. You knew exactly how to spoil him back and you weren't waiting till you guys got home to do it.

"Satoru..." you muttered, a lilt to your soft voice. You rest your hand on his thigh this time, fingers stroking the rough wrinkles in his dark jeans.

"Yes, princess?" He asked curiously, his thigh twitching from your little touches.

"Want to repay you for today." you hummed, your head leaning onto the edge of your seat. You batted your lashes at him innocently, not sure if he could see from the dark interior.

Per his immaculate eyesight however, he saw how you put on an innocent act. He cocked his head in confusion, a small laugh leaving his lips. "Baby, you don't owe me anything. Don't be silly." he assured you.

You pout, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. Of course he wouldn't let you pay back monetarily... however that's not what you meant.

"Not like that..." you mewled. You guided your hand down to his crotch, fingers caressing the fabric that separated you from his cock. You smirked, feeling how his dick stirred underneath his jeans. Seems like he wanted you too.

He sucked air in through his teeth, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. "Naughty girl..." he muttered, his gaze remained fixed to the freeway.

"I'll happily take you as payment then." He chuckled, moving his left hand to grip onto the steering wheel. His now free hand met yours as he pressed your palm harder against his length. He groaned, letting himself enjoy your touch for a little longer. Once he grew impatient he began to unbuckle his belt with right hand, left hand still steering the wheel. He undid his belt and moved the strap of his seatbelt so that it was resting against his abs. He followed suit with unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. The sounds of the clanking belt buckle and zipper sent shivers down your spine and a familiar warmth to your cunt.

He skillfully hooked his thumb into the waistband and bucked his hips up to lower his jeans. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was half hard but even in its softer state it was big.

In an instant your hand gathered his length, giving it a few pumps to get him to 100%. He let out a low groan, his grip tightening on the steering wheel's leather.

You lazily slid your palm along his cock, enjoying the feeling of him growing inside of your grip. You knew you were efficient at your job when his cock became too much for just one hand to hold. His blushing tip started to gush with precum. He twitched in your grasp as you wiped the sticky fluid with your thumb.

Your mind became so dizzy and cloudy, watching how his abs flexed and body shuddered from any small movement you made. You admired the fluffy white happy trail that lead down his pelvis. It all was too much for you to handle any longer.

You could feel your slutty little mouth salivate, hungry to finally shove him into any hole you could fit him into.

To be completely fair, it was a difficult task to fit him anywhere. His dick was just so long. You always bruised the back of your throat whenever you sucked him off, but it's so worth it.

You finally shuffled in your chair, moving your hips so that the seatbelt that constricted your lap was now beneath your shins. You sat up, the only thing keeping you safely tied to your seat was the chest strap.

Gojo's ears perked, hearing how your movements caused the belt to zip in extension to your body. The chest strap slid down your upper body and nestled itself between your stomach and pelvis.

You were lucky that the center console was low, it gave you perfect access to his lap. You leaned over it, your head lowering over his throbbing cockhead. He let out a sigh in relief as your lips finally touched his aching cock. You teased him a bit, giving his leaky tip a few kisses before sticking your tongue out. Your tongue licked a fat strip up his warm shaft, earning you a muffled groan from Gojo. You grinned, looking down at how your spit glistened on his skin as if admiring your work.

Gojo grunted, feeling how the cold air pricked at the saliva you left behind. He felt himself lose his patience, his grip on the wheel tightening. His right hand felt around, trying to keep his gaze attached to the street. Once he felt your hair, he lovingly stroked your head, a small chuckle leaving his throat.

"Princess... you're testing my patience." He croons in a gentle, yet warning manner. His fingers intertwined with your hair so that he could give it a tug.

You gasped, feeling the slight sting in your scalp from his commanding yank on your locks. Averting your gaze from his lap to look up at him, you could make out his strong features even in the darkness. His sharp jawline and the way his mouth contorted in a cocky grin made your mind run wild. You decide to comply with his warning, knowing your delicate throat wasn't prepared to take his relentless pace yet.

You roll out your tongue and open wide, slowly taking his length into your mouth. His breath hitched feeling how your tongue glided against his skin, how you hollowed out your cheeks and clenched around him so heavenly.

"Good fucking girl..." he sighed, dragging out the syllables in bliss. His fingers slipped from your hair, so that he could gently rest it atop your crown. His hand only ever left your head when he had to switch gears.

You immersed yourself into the act, bobbing your head up and down to build a delicious rhythm that you knew Gojo couldn't resist. You could hear his breathing became labored, even with your eyes closed you could imagine how his built chest heaved underneath that tight black shirt.

Gojo's attempts to concentrate on his driving and the road ahead became extremely challenging as he felt his girlfriend's throat swallow him up so well. He desperately wanted to throw his head back, for his long white lashes to flutter shut as he let you take over. However, it wasn't exactly an option at this point in time so he controlled his urges for the time being.

You were fully occupied with dragging your tongue tantalizingly against his length, not caring about how much saliva had started to pool on his pelvis. It felt so lewd to swallow him up while he drove you home, knowing how much restraint he had to use to make sure he didn't run the car off the road. The thrill and danger of it all made you moan messily into his slick skin, inhibitions already out the window.

Feeling your mouth reverberate as you moaned, sent his eyes to dart to the back of his head. Although, it was momentary as he remembered he was supposed to be driving. He forced his body to keep the involuntary movements to a minimum, trying to hone all of his energy into heavy breathing and moans.

Gojo was normally never this vocal, but right now he was pouring all of his bliss into sounds. His grunts only fueled your resolve to take him deeper and deeper... until...

'GLUK!' You choked as his tip prodded past the back of your tongue. Your lungs burned as you held back a cough, mentally cursing yourself for forgetting how lengthy your boyfriend is. You went to remove him from your mouth to gasp for air when your neck felt resistance, stopping you in your tracks. "Mmph!" A muffled cry escaped your mouth as Gojo held your head in place.

"Shhhshhh... doin' so well for me baby. C'mon, practice breathing through your nose like I showed you." Your white-haired boyfriend preened, his hand unwavering as he held down your head.

You were definitely going to give him shit for this when you got home, but in this instance you were cock drunk enough to let this slide. In fact, your body gave into his touch almost immediately, your neck no longer fought against his push. You could feel his cock reach the deepest parts of your throat, a place that you had always struggled to let him into.

Your lungs ached and burned from a lack of oxygen, so you took note of his words as started to breathe through your nose. As you blew air out your nose, it tickled the white hairs that decorated Gojo's pelvis.

Gojo was so proud of how well you were taking his dick down your throat, he could feel his orgasm building quickly. His knuckles were turning white from the incredible grip that he held on the steering wheel. If you could see it, you would undoubtedly drool from the sight of his veins popping out along his knuckles.

He could no longer help how his hips thrusted lightly into your face or how his foot dangerously pushed down on the gas pedal harder and harder. Just the way you were struggling to take him made his head spin in ecstasy. His eyes darted between the road and your pretty little head going down on him, biting down on his lip as he felt himself near the edge.

Before he knew it, he checked the speedometer and his eyes widened in shock.

"Oh shit!" He whisper-shouted, his hand flying out of your hair and onto the shifter. He let off the gas, hit the clutch, and switched gears as he slowed down the car in a huff.

"Fuck princess... makin' me go a hundred here." He chuckled, slight panic still left in his voice. The panic very soon melted away as you sucked in your cheeks and moved your head at a mind-numbing pace.

"Christ..." He huffed as your throat molded to the slight curve of his cock, your muffled moans and hums made him swear he could see god at this very moment. You became so absorbed in his praises that you didn't feel at all panicked that he almost went 120 mph while your face was nestled in his lap. In fact, that only excited you further.

"Fuck baby... m'almost there!" He whimpered, not daring to change the pressure on the gas pedal any further. He held down your head, cock twitching as he prepared to fill you with his load.

You groaned, feeling how he definitely bruised the back of your throat with that last push, your nose pressing into his skin as he gave one last buck.

"Fuck, m'cumming so hard!" Gojo grunted as his muscles tensed up. You suddenly felt the warm sensation of his hot seed spurting down your throat. You swallowed to the best of your ability, the thick fluid causing your esophagus to feel dry. Gojo let out a few more groans and grunts, before his hand let go of your head.

Your head shot up, gasping for air as you recovered from the brutal throat-fucking you just received. Your hands gently held your neck as you came down from your own high.

Gojo's breathing was still heavy as he composed himself behind the wheel. He chuckled, pulling his pants back up since the warmth of your mouth was lost. He glanced down at you every-so-often to make sure you were recovering okay.

"You did such a good job, baby." Gojo praised, his hand coming down to stroke your hair again.

"Throat is sore 'cause of you." You rasped, a slight scowl on your face as you came to your senses. Although you were pouting, you still made sure to help him zip up his pants and buckle his belt.

"I know, I know... I may have gone overboard a bit." He nervously laughed, his fingers pinching your cheek to tease you.

You sat up, hissing from the pain in your ribs from bending over the center console for so long. You must've been too wrapped up in the act to realize how uncomfortable the position was.

You readjusted yourself in his matte black seat, properly buckling yourself to the chair as to not violate the law (as if you weren't doing so a few minutes ago). You fixed up your hair and swallowed thickly, your throat definitely needed some water eventually.

"You were such a good girl f'me though. How about we get you an ice cold slushy and some cough drops to soothe your hard-working throat?" Gojo recommended, his hand resting on your thigh once more.

Your face instantly went from a pout to an excited grin. "Yes, please! Can I pick which gas station, though?" You asked, fingers already tapping the gps to find the closest preferred rest stop.

"Of course, anything for my princess." Gojo responded, being unable to hide the sappy tone in his voice.

Gojo did however hide a smirk though, knowing he was definitely inspired to do more lewd activities in his car again.

This was only the beginning for him and his beloved passenger princess.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

mary on a cross - m. murdock

a/n: guys i am so down bad for him. like i need him desperately. what the hell is happening to me. matthew just one chance. also this is dedicated to my friend morgan and everyone who loves matt but he's pathetic and a loser. i also wrote the second half of this fic high. im sorry about that. warnings: mean!matt, loser!matt, relationship is kind of toxic, reader is disgustingly down bad, porn, fingering, dirty talk, lowkey embarrassment kink, use of pet names (baby, honey, pup), smut with an angsty ending, matt burns the reader in a mean way, reader has no description or pronouns but they do have female anatomy! word count: 3.1k summary: you're not sure if matt loves you.. or if he's even your boyfriend. pairing: mean!loser!matt murdock x reader now playing: mary on a cross - ghost "your beauty never ever scared me/mary on a, mary on a cross/if you choose to run away with me/i will tickle you intnernally/and i see nothing wrong with that"

You try to convince yourself that Matt is a good boyfriend.

He—

Wait.

Is he your boyfriend?

You tell yourself he’s your boyfriend, really you try to believe it because he is so damn gorgeous you cannot fathom that you actually have someone like him interested in you.

Really, it’s not like you��re particularly a catch anyways. You’ve only had one boyfriend before Matt, and he never wanted to do much with you other than kiss you. You bake brownies from a box, you have a horrible smoking habit, and you cry over every little thing.

You’re licking leftover brownie batter from the spoon when he knocks on the door. Of course, you answer it. You greet him with a grin.

“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You lick some of the batter off the spoon, and you watch as his head tilts and his nose twitches. He looks sort of sad and far away, like he’s trying to come to terms with death, or maybe he’s just sad looking. Maybe he looks older than he is and you’ll never know him as young.

A pit in your stomach that sits there most of the day, rocking your conscious and insides back and forth like a storm over a sea becomes warm and light.

What you do know is that you have got to have him.

As you stick the spoon in your mouth to hold it there, Matt listens to the way the metal clatters against your teeth. He thinks about you biting down on his cross to keep you quiet.

“Missed you.” Is all he responds, stepping into your apartment. He notices the way your heart stutters at such a small comment, but he says nothing. He sheds his jacket, then his hat, and he’s just in a sweater and black jeans. “Do I smell brownies?” He almost gags at the artificial smell that accompanies the brownies.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been spending too much money on little treats on the way home from work, so.. Brownies.” You shrug, and he just nods. Your apartment is small, but he’s been here enough times, and often enough, to know the layout. It’s pretty much a studio.

Your bed sits in the corner of the main room. It’s just a few feet from the doorway, and to the right of it is a small tv on a night stand. It’s just far enough for you to use your bed as a couch. The nightstand hugs the right wall, which has three large windows on it. Most of the wall is a window.

Then, around the corner from the doorway is your kitchen, with a small dining room table in the center. Your bathroom is in the back of the kitchen, right next your washer-dryer unit (one of your favorite aspects of the apartment).

But your apartment is also kind of messy—Clothes scattered across the floor, an ashtray on the windowsill, dishes in the sink, a stack of papers and mail on your counter. Candles everywhere.

You move to light one, and Matt hears the flick of your lighter.

“Which candle are you lighting?”

“Uh, the eucalyptus one I like.”

“Light the vanilla one instead. It’ll go better with the brownie smell.” He tells you as he sits on your bed. His fingers find the soft silk sheets, a suggestion he had made when he first started coming around. He fiddles with the blankets he’s planning on fucking you on, but his head tilts when his hand finds an unfamiliar fabric. He listens as you light the candle, as he tries to identify what it is he’s found. When he picks it up, he hears a light jingle of a bell. Then, it clicks. A smirk plays on his face as he asks, “Who is this?” He asks, and your head snaps over to him.

Oh, god.

“Wait, no, give me that—” You lunge at him, but he holds the stuffed dog just out of reach. You’re attempting to climb over him to grab the dog, insistent that you might be able to be faster, or maybe stronger than him, as he shakes the stuffed dog, tempting you with the jingle of the bell.

“Aw, tell me her name,” He requests gently, holding you back easily with one hand. “tell me her name and I’ll give her back.” You’re not sure why, but you find yourself letting out an exasperated whine.

“Him!” You demand, still reaching.

Something about the way your desperation makes his face twitch with desire.

“Okay, tell me his name, and I’ll give him back.” You frown and glare at him.

“You’re being mean!” You tell him, and before you can stop it, tears prick your eyes. He smells the salt in the air. He needs you.

“Just tell me his name.” He tells you, “Then I make everything better.”

“Fuck you.” You find yourself saying, and his free hand grips your chin.

“Tell me his name.” He demands, his grip tight. You’re ready to get down on your knees.

A beat.

“..Jellybean.”

Jellybean was the one thing you allowed yourself of your old life when you moved to New York. A small keepsake of the person you once were, of the little kid who dreamed of a big city apartment, a fancy job, and a loving boyfriend who was kind to you. You usually kept him under your bed, hidden away from Matt and all the things that you have brought into your life.

Matt was never ever supposed to find him, you just.. got upset last night. You got lonely and reached for your childhood friend, holding him close. But, between work and making brownies when you got home, you forgot to put him away.

Now you’d deal with the consequences of it.

“Aw, Jellybean,” Matt laughs, leaning his head back. “A little pup..” He coos, and he moves it towards you and rubs the soft fabric of the dog over your skin, and his cock twitches at the way you squirm under his touch.

“Matt—” You start to object but he gently hushes you.

“Here. Take it, little pup.” He says, handing you the dog. You take it back and grip it hard for a few minutes before leaning away to tuck him under your bed. He just smirks, leaning back, leaning on his hands. When you’re done, you find yourself climbing onto his lap, and your lips find his.

He kisses you back, his hands coming up to your jaw. His rough hands caress your face with so much gentleness that it almost takes you back. His finger gently rubs the back of your ear, and you hum softly into the kiss. He pulls away just to smirk at you.

“You know, most puppies like it when they get their ears scratched—”

“Oh my god,” You huff, pulling away from him to go walk away. He grabs your wrist to pull you in for a kiss, but you pull away after a few moments. You turn towards your window and pull out a cigarette and your lighter before cracking open the window.

Matt frowns and gets up, going over to you as he listens to you flick the lighter. Without another word, he takes the lighter from you.

“You shouldn’t smoke.”

“Are you gonna give me the ‘it’s bad for you’ talk? I’ve heard it all.”

“No,” He tells you, “It’s much more selfish than that. You taste like cigarette smoke after you smoke, I don’t like it.” That is Matt’s polite way of telling you he thinks it’s absolutely fucking disgusting, and he has been trying to think of a way to tell you that he’d rather swallow nails than taste another cigarette.

“You won’t kiss me if I smoke?” You ask, and he just scoffs.

“If I tell you yes, will you stop?”

“I don’t know.”

“Here.” He flicks the lighter and lights the cigarette, but before you can even inhale the smoke, he plucks it from your lips. You frown, and go to protest, but before you can, he gently presses the lit cigarette into your wrist. He listens to you yell, whine and squirm.

“Matt! What the fuck?!” You whimper, tears filling your eyes. He flicks your cigarette onto the ashtray. His hand comes up to wipe your tears, and you are ashamed to say how easily you lean into his touch. Matt has never hurt you before, but you have a feeling he’s trying to teach you something.

“Does that hurt?” he asks, tilting his head. His voice has an echo of condescension.

“Yes! Yes, it fucking hurts you dick!” You’re mad at him now, and you step away from him.

“Well, lung cancer hurts a whole lot more.” He tells you. “C’mon.” he requests gently, taking your free hand to guide you to the sink in your kitchen. He turns the cold water ends and takes your hand to run it under the cold water. “Aw, poor baby,” he tries to tease but you just glare.

“You’re mean to me.” You tell him.

“I’m sorry.” He tells you gently, his thumb rubbing your skin gently. “Your habit is bad. Do you know what I want for you, little pup?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you quietly ask the man that dictates the quality of your life.

“I want you to live until you’re one hundred and one years old. I want you to marry someone who will be good to you, someone safe. I want you to have three or four, or even five children. I want you to die old and warm in your bed. And I want you to live that life healthily. Maybe one day you’ll even make brownies from scratch. But you won’t get that if you keep smoking.”

You want to ask him why he can’t be that man. You want him to tell you that he’ll be the one to give you three or four, or even five children. You want him to be the one to hold your hand as you die, old and warm and one hundred and one years old.

But as if he can read your thoughts and he doesn’t want you to ask, or maybe he doesn’t want to answer, and he continues before you can speak.

“The brownies are burning, little pup. Pull them out and let them cool.” He requests gently, leaning forward to kiss your head and then going back to your bedroom.

You decide to take the time to cool down, give him a bit of space. But you can’t be away from him long, so you find yourself climbing on top of him as he lays against your blankets. His hands find your sides, and you lean down to kiss him gently.

“Still mad at me?” He mumbles against your lips. You just hum into his lips, and before you can react, Matt flips the pair of you over, his hand going to your leg to gently caress your thigh, silently asking you—telling you to bend your leg around his torso. You do without hesitation.

He deepens the kiss, finding himself grinding against you, as your hands move to try and pull off his sweater. It’s thrown somewhere else, somewhere far far away. His hands begin to sneak up your top, and he relishes in the way you squirm with giggles.

“Matt—” You whine, and he hushes you gently.

“Be a good pup for me, huh?” He requests, and you nod before he kisses you quick. Then, his hands slip your shirt off, and he leans down, starting to plant kisses down your neck. Your fingers fumble at the waistline of his pants, and he quickly kicks them off before starting to work on the waistband of both your shorts and underwear.

He’s leaving little bites and marks across your skin as his hand finds your clit, rubbing small circles into your skin—Slow, agonizing circles. He’s mostly interested in hearing all your little noses and feeling you squirm against him.

Your fingers tug at his hair gently, relishing the feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin as your fingers threaten to pull his mouth right off of your skin.

When a finger slips inside of you, you start to moan but Matt’s hand comes around your skin. He gently squeezes, and you feel like you’re in fucking heaven. Well, you were in fucking heaven, but your boyfriend-maybe-not-boyfriend lives in a church basement. Maybe don’t bring up God while you’re fucking. Or.. maybe he’s into that.

He pulls his face away to come up and kiss you as one hand fingers you, and the other gently squeezes your neck. As his fingers—two now—pump in and out of you, he licks your limps and recalls his thought about you biting down on his cross. Then another embarrassing idea comes to mind. He pulls away from your kiss to ask,

“You wanna cum, pup?” He asks, and you just let out a soft whimper of a moan. “Aw, I know.. Beg me. He asks.

“Fu—Matt, please.. Baby, please I wanna cum so bad.. Pretty please..” You breath out.

Matt smirks softly.

“Then bark.”

The question takes you out of it just for a moment.. But only for a moment.

“Stop being mean—”

“Oh, stop, I’m not being mean,” He tells you. He kisses you gently, “Just bark for me like a good puppy.” He requests, and your face is flushed. If only your good Christian parents back home could see their baby now, giving barks in exchange for an orgasm.

You bark quietly at first. But your boy is cruel.

“Honey, I can’t hear you,” he says, and you want to bite him because he somehow always fucking hears you. When you bark a little louder,  he just smirks against your lips, “Go on, puppy, let go for me.” He purrs, and you do not need to be told twice. Your legs begin to shake as his pace slows down gently.

He’s not always the nicest, but Matt knows you. Maybe better than anyone ever has. And damn if the man doesn’t know how to make you cum, doesn’t literally make you see stars. Oh, Matthew.. He is like the stars. Oh, so tempting.

After you take a few minutes to breath through your high, you look to the man whose phone number you do not know, and you feel like you’re melting, right under his touch.

And the man whose phone number you do not know and a last name that eludes you, gently presses his lips against your head after aggressively fingering,

“Ready to keep going, pup?” He asks sweetly, and you just grin at him.

“Totally.” You purr. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Then, he slowly slips into you, and you let out a gentle groan, leaning in so that your lips touch his. His pace starts out slow. He leans down and kisses the skin next to the burn scar from earlier.

Your fingers gently claw at his skin, and with that, his pace quickened, his grip on your thigh tight as he thrust everything into you—all of his frustrations, fears, trauma into you.

“Fuck…” You groan.

“I know, pup..” he huffs happily intro your ear.

And then you can’t keep it in. You’ve been slowly growing addicted to him. You cannot think straight. You immediately know you’ll regret it every day until you die.

“I love you.”

His pace does not slow, it does not stop, it barely stutters as his pace keeps on you. The only reaction you get is his hand moving down to massage your clit, and before you know it you’re clenching around his cock. His fingers massage faster, and without more effort than that, Matt bites down on your neck as the two of you cum at almost the same time.

Slowly, he lays down, right on top of you. He leans forward and kisses your head gently, before he lays his head down on your chest. You cradle him for a few minutes. When his breathing finally slows and his sweat stops..

Then, Matt sits up, and rubs his eyes gently. He slips on his boxers, taking a moment to tilt his head, listening to your heartbeat. He slips on his socks as he breaks that heart in the next six words he says.

“We can’t see each other anymore.”

You stop, sitting up.

“Wait, what?” You ask, baffled. Matt focuses on finding his pants.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

“Wait,” You grab one of his tee shirts and your shorts and slip them on. “Wait, is it—is it because I said I love you?” You question. “Because.. Because I didn’t mean it! That wasn’t an ‘I love you’ I love you, that was-  that was a mistake, a ‘stupid middle-of-sex’ I love you!”

He moves to slip his sweater on and you grab his arm like a child clawing to their parents leg as you get dragged off to your first day of school. He says your name gently, like he’s laying you to bed.

“I just.. it can’t happen, okay?” He mumbles, as he manages to lace up his shoes. You fumble out of the bed and grab his shoulders, then his jaw.

“Matt, please, I fucking promise, I don’t love you!” You whimper, tears running down your face. Matt leans forward and kisses your head gently. “Matt. I don’t love you.”

He doesn’t need his heightened senses to know you’re lying.

“I’m sorry, pup.” He says quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Matt..” You say quietly, as he moves to get his jacket and hat, not bothering to put them on as he opens the door and grabs his cane. You make one desperate attempt to pull him back into your apartment, tears clouding your vision.

He doesn’t say anything. He just pulls away from you and closes the door behind himself.

He’s a shitty boyfriend. He always has been, even before that building fell on him. Never enough time for them, always off at work or being Daredevil.

But he has a sneaking suspicion that he’s hit a record low as he walks towards the entrance of the apartment, trying to drown out your sobs.

[just-a-carrot]

Hello carrot I have a first Page of a book that im reading could you tell me it its interesting???

Chapter 1

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Marco

 

"Dad, I'm going now!" I waved to my dad and I headed out the door. My dad said something but I didn't hear him. My shoes clanked as I walked to the bus stop. I moved from Texas to California last month during summer break, which I didn't really mind. I mean living near my abusive mom wasn't the best thing so I'm glad we moved.I still remember the day my dad saved me from her. "Marco!" my mom yelled. "Come here you little shit!" My footsteps clanked through the house as I ran to my mother. As I got to her I felt a sharp smack. Her hand hit my cheek and I stood in shock. My feet shaked as I didn't know what I did. Was I too noisy with my friends? Did I forget to do the laundry? "W-what did I do mother?" My breath came out shaky and I felt tears forming in my eyes. "Your stupid father wants to take full right custody of you" my heart skipped a beat. I could be free. I COULD BE FREE! Only after she saw the joy in my eyes she raised her palm again and the tears from the earlier attack finally sprung out. The only thing I remember is my dad picking me up and enrolling me in this school and he told me that I was safe with him. The court is happening early December but I do not mind. I didn't really have friends at my old school, not that I plan to have any friends but also I heard that there was better education in Cally than Texas. I'm a junior in High school so basically I just need to not talk to anyone or do anything embarrassing and I should be good to go. Right as I hit the bus stop that smelled like drugs and smoke and yet nothing of the sorts was there the bus stop was heavily graffitied and it looked putried as I kept walking. I bumped into someone. Just my fucking luck. "Aw, man I'm sorry!" I looked at the person who I bumped into and my jaw dropped.

What stood in front of me might as well have been the hottest man on the planet. His blue eyes and dark brown hair weakened my knees, and his scent? Oh god! He smelled like honey and spices, and oh god it was addicting. I think that I have never seen a man that beautiful. "It's okay..." I blushed and I tried to hide my face with my beanie. "No seriously, let me make it up to you" the boy said. "You only bumped into me... it's all right" I tried saying because he didn't do anything horrible he just bumped into me. "I guess, and whait! I haven't seen you here before, are you new?" "yea I just moved from Texas..." I mumbled trying to hide my face even further. "Aww man that must suck! I'k tell you what, you can sit at my table if you want, my friends won't mind. Oh! Also my name is Mattholomule but my friends call me Matt" he smiled brightly. I feel trapped like a mosquito in a jak or like a fly hitting the window over and over again. I couldn't tell him no. because for god's sake I was attracted to him and he was just so sweet. I lifted my head, put my beanie in a normal way and I nodded and smiled. "Sounds good, and thank you Matt. I'm Marco" I know this will be a bad decision, I mean I don't even know this dude but... it could also be... rewarding. After I said that the bus arrived. 

Do not steal!!!

did you mean "writing" and not "reading"? because it doesn't really make sense you'd share something with me that you're reading 🤣

and this is lovely! i'm not, uh... really any kind of critic, so i'm not entirely sure what to say LOL but i'm glad that you're having fun writing your own story! the only advice i might give would be that things happen quite quickly one after another, so i might try to slow the pacing down a bit? to give us more glimpses of each character and their personalities and the setting. but the setup is certainly very interesting!! i wish you the best of luck on your writing journey

[flower1622]

What the future can hold?

Chapter 35

In the morning, Percy wakes up with a delicious smell im the air. Percy notices Clarisse wasn't in her bedroom. So, he thinks she has already woken up and must be somewhere in the house. Percy stands up and follows the delicious smell. He climbs down the stairs.

- Finally the sleeping beauty woke up! - Clarisse jokes from the kitchen while she makes chocolate pancakes. 

- Good morning to you too, Clarisse! - Percy says and Clarisse only smirks 

- Percy, sit! Clarisse is making pancakes for breakfast. There are waffles, eggs and bread if you want.- Mary says

- Thanks! - Percy says and sits on a chair. Samantha and Jack were eating their breakfast. Clarisse finishes the pancakes and puts them on the table. She walks away, but before she opens the door, her mother calls her:

- Hey, where are you going? - Mary asks while everyone looks at Clarisse.

- I'm gonna hang out with Matt a little bit - Clarisse says 

- Can we go? Please? - Samantha and Jack beg. 

- Nope! You guys need to eat breakfast and take a rest because today it's gonna be a long day! - Clarisse says and she gets out of the house while the kids make sad faces. Everyone continues eating. Samantha and Jack finish theirs and climb up the stairs. Mary looks at Percy and then he looks at her.

- How is the food? - Mary asks

- It's delicious! - Percy says

- Clarisse made it all! - Mary says and Percy gets surprised.

- I know...it can be a surprise to you, but my daughter knows how to cook pretty well when she wants - Mary says

- Yeah... - Percy says 

- Can I make you a question, Percy? - Mary asks

- Sure! - Percy says

- Were you one of the people that used to call my daughter horrible names, broke her spear, threw water from the toilet at her and accused my daughter of being the lighting thief? - Mary asks and Percy gulps while he drinks water and exchanges looks with Clarisse's mother.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 1)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings: teen!dad matt. it’s not portrayed as like, a weird or horrible thing, it’s more of a growing up together type of deal. also blood, injury, death, alcohol AND there is a mention of the SA that made matt become daredevil (i put a tw in red right before it’s discussed and a couple red dots where it ends)

a/n: this gonna sound weird but the humor in this gives me the same vibes as me and my own dad’s humor. ALSO im cutting this off after season 1 because it got REALLY LONG

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

matt wanted you to have a more stable life than him

which was a little hard considering when became a dad

by the time he went to law school, you were about 8

“is this room 312?” -matt

“yeah, who you looking for..? oh, sorry” -foggy

you dragged in your tiny suitcase behind him

“blind and a single dad? you’re getting all the ladies, aren’t you?” -foggy “how did you even manage to get a kid in here?”

“special arrangements were made, i’m quite persuasive. good thing i’m in law school” -matt

one time, your dad revealed (without much cause for worry) that he “always knows when you are lying” because he can “hear your heartbeat” and instead of that being a cute little motivation for you to always be honest, you literally spent months training yourself to outmaneuver him and you can pass just about any lie detector test. now he just has to take your word for things

being a little shit

“you smell really bad, foggy” -you

“that’s a little harsh…nevermind, thanks for letting me know” -foggy, sniffing himself

matt definitely didn’t want you to fight or be vigorously trained, but he did teach you a few moves because, well. they could help

he also got you some karate lessons to keep you occupied while he had class or internship stuff when you were done with school (which you loved to show off when you got home)

basically abusing foggy (but you were widdle so it wasn’t too serious)

“matt, can you ask your gremlin to stop kicking me?” -foggy

“y/n, stop kicking foggy” -matt

“never!” -you

“that’s it!” -foggy, throwing you over his shoulder

don’t get me wrong, foggy grew to love you, he was family for sure

you cant really draw anything for your dad so all of your masterpieces started going to “uncle foggy”

but when you made stuff out of clay or something…those ones went to your dad

“oh, thank you! is it…a dragon?” -matt, feeling the details

“it is a dragon, do you like it?” -you

“i love it” -matt

“how come i don’t get a dragon?” -foggy, pouting

“because your eyeballs work” -you, using your fingers to stretch your eyelids wide open

eventually, matt and foggy graduated and you moved back to hell’s kitchen, where things got…crazy.

by then you were about 13 or so, so much more experience in being the worst (jk your dad loves you)

*you, trying to sneak a beer without even having your hand on the bottle yet*

“absolutely not, don’t even think about it” -matt

“blindness gave you omnipotence? ugh, you suck” -you

“then you half-suck. it’s hereditary” -matt

matt being REALLY worried about you in hell’s kitchen, but you insisted you’d be perfectly fine walking back and forth from your bus stop

he got u a taser

that was just a horrible idea you love the sound of the zaps

foggy felt threatened

it wasn’t very long before your dad turned to vigilantism, and it wasn’t very hard for you to figure it out

“what’s up with the mask, dad?” -you

“what, uh, what are you talking about?” -matt

“did you think i was actually asleep on the couch last night? are you crazy?” -you

you happened to have an uncomfortable tether on reality that happened somewhere down the line

and your dad knew he could be real with you, but he hated to be. he really did

matt didn’t exactly love growing up in his “reality,” he wanted things to be so much sweeter for you

but coming home bloody and bruised every night wouldn’t make your life any sweeter

in a way, you did think your dad was awesome and kind of badass, but he was literally all you had and from the stories he told you, you could fall into the same boat any day now

“holy shit, are you…are you okay?” -you

“what’d we talk about with your language?” -matt, very injured

“what’d we talk about with your ass getting beaten?” -you, grabbing the med supplies

you reminding your dad of a young him fixing up his own dad after fights.

he didn’t know if that was good or bad

hanging out at nelson and murdock after school

“didn’t say you could drink coffee either” -matt

“you’d think with a blind dad i’d have an easier time sneaking around but noooo” -you

you and him had a great sense of humor

“his greatest accident was me” -you

*karen nearly spitting out her coffee*

“his worst accident was meeting my mom, though” -you “it ties with being blind”

oh yes your favorite joke was definitely the “i was a mistake” one and you milked it frequently, matt got in on the action too

“the teacher said i made a grammar mistake” -you

“i made a mistake once…you” -matt

oh and you both milked the hell out of the blind thing

“every time i look at you—” -you, trying to sass him

“every time i look at you i can’t see” -matt

oh and then

“actually, i’m the reason he’s blind. that’s what you get when you lay you eyes on the most beautiful baby to ever exist” -you

“you were an ugly baby, i literally felt it” -matt

it’s actually a birthday tradition for him to touch your face and “see how much you’ve grown”

“oh, a new pimple!” -matt

“alright, that’s enough from you” -you, laughing

karen and you having a pretty sick friendship (she likes when you tell embarrassing stories about matt and foggy)

“and then foggy threw up and—” -you

“why don’t i get you some coffee, y/n?” -foggy, wheeling your rolling chair far, far away

knowing more than you should, about life and the city. especially the fisk dealings

which kind of freaked you out, especially when death and destruction became more and more common

“dad? please be careful out there. you’re all i’ve got” -you

“i know…just stay put for now. please” -matt

he makes breakfast for you on special days. or when he needs to say sorry for coming home at 4am with intense injuries you have to care for

“i made waffles…” -matt

“i’m still mad at you” -you

“can you be mad at me while you eat the waffles?” -matt

claire thought you were pretty neat

loved your attitude and all

“met your kid on my way in, real character” -claire

“oh…god. what did they say?” -matt

“‘please identify your relationship to my father. friend or booty call’” -claire

“and your answer?” -matt

“the former, of course” -claire

every once in a while, your voice would boom through whatever room you found yourself in, yelling:

“en garde!” -you

“y/n, put down my walking cane” -matt

“you will have to earn it in combat!” -you

if you were in front of foggy or karen or anyone else, he’d just laugh while you poked him

but if you were home alone…

“oh, it’s on!” -matt

obviously, you both knew you couldn’t quite best him, but you could get a few hits and blocks in, for sure. and he always took it easy on you

“do you yield?” -you, poking him in the stomach

“i yield, oh no, how ever will i be able to walk the streets of new york without my cane” -matt, completely monotone

feeling bad that you keep hiding matt’s secret, especially from foggy. like, especially from him

but saying the darnedest things to throw them off the trail

“how do we know that the man in black isn’t johnny cash, hm? i’d like to know…when the man comes around” -you

“what the hell?” -acceptable answer from anyone

whenever matt goes out for any endeavor, whether masked or merriment, you always get the same trusting warning. no really, he trusted you on your own

“be good” -matt

“no” -you

other acceptable answers include: “absolutely not” “you wish” “‘good’ is a point of view” “that’s subjective” “if all your beer is gone, someone robbed us” “i’d throw a party if i had friends” “will you?” “yeah, right” “oh, okay, i’ll try that” “well, i was planning a murder tonight, but just because you said that—” “if i’m not, minors still get lighter sentencing, and i know a good lawyer. you know, at landman and zack”

matt doesn’t push his religion on you. he encourages religious debates if you have any. if you do, he steers you clear of the church. if you don’t, maybe you go to a service every once in a while.

“that’s not very catholic of you” -you, every time matt does something “bad”

working out with him at fogwell’s gym (when he’s not a complete and utter mess)

punching bags are your jam

every once in a while, he’ll teach you something new

sometimes, you get real with him

“do you ever like, put on that outfit or get the shit beat out of you and think ‘wow, maybe i am crazy for doing this?’” -you

“why, because im blind?” -matt

“because you’re a father” -you

when foggy found out, he was pretty mad at matt. but he didn’t know how to feel with you

you were a kid, matt’s kid, but he was family to you, he was devastated you didn’t share

a/n: this is where SA is talked about, there will be a line of red dots where it ends and the font goes back to normal size (also keep in mind that the hypothetical situation that y/n explains does not automatically imply reader is fem)

you decided to go after foggy on your own and talk to him since matt had revealed the injustice that set him down his path, the abused girl down the street

“foggy, you have to understand—especially as a lawyer—that the legal system doesn’t always work. dad did what he needed to do” -you

“i’m not saying i don’t understand that, but it’s matt. your dad, matt. my best friend, matt. he’s getting his shit rocked every night because of some domino effect?” -foggy

“foggy, do you blame him for going after some sick and twisted father for doing that to his daughter? what if it were me, foggy? what if you were put in his shoes and you found out that was happening to me?” -you

“dont—please don’t go there. that—it doesn’t—” -foggy

“he figured out he could do more than just that. do you think i’m not afraid of losing my father? i absolutely am, but he’s not easily stopped or slowed down. believe me, i’ve tried” -you

••••••

“well, why didn’t you just tell me?” -foggy

“uh because snitches get stitches” -you

“w-what?! no, no. crazy guys who run around in their pajamas get stitches! there’s one laying on your couch!! snitches get deals, you should know this!!” -foggy, very urgently slamming his hand in the other

going back to your dad like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “i did my best”

putting stickers where they dont belong (3D/puffy stickers for matt)

getting frequent calls from foggy when matt is late to work

“foggy, i’m at school! what??” -you

“did matt come home last night?” -foggy

“don’t know, i didn’t check” -you

“you didn’t check to see if your dad was still alive?!?” -foggy

“well, sorr-y, i was under the assumption he was a big boy who could take care of himself” -you

“well, he’s not!!!” -foggy

kinda being the awkward “middle man”/messenger for foggy and matt while they fight

“foggy asked me to ask you to…hold on” -you, uncrinkling paper “‘go fuck yourself, you selfish, blind asshole.’ okay, i was mistaken. it was not a question”

as stresses from the city, your dad, foggy, school, and then some really started setting in, your hardened, sheltered emotions started surfacing for the first time in a long time, shocking many

but matt was there to hold you when you cried

and foggy, too

and even karen. and she always asks about you when you’re not around.

when fisk was brought to justice (or so it seemed), celebration at the office was called for…and foggy snuck you some alcohol

“don’t tell your dad, you swear?” -foggy

“y/n, were you…drinking?” -matt, 5 mins later when karen left the room

“shit, i forgot about your freaky sense of smell” -you

“alright, kiddo, wrap it up. let’s get you home before ‘uncle foggy’ sneaks you anymore alcohol. shame on you, franklin” -matt

“i know, i’m the worst” -foggy

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[mrsalwayswritex]

All His Fault

/Gif not mine

a/n: So here we go, this took me so long but im very happy with it! Not a reader insert, but an OC of sorts.

warnings: mentions of past abuse, nothing too graphic but its still there.

word count: 8k (whoa buddy.)

Enjoy!

He had been awake for hours trying to get his apartment clean. Ben was flying in today and Joe had offered up his spare room for while he was here, he simply couldn’t let his best friend stay in a hotel! Checking his watch, he sent Ben a text telling him that he had a few things to do that day but that the door would be open for him when he arrived. Taking another look around the room he sent out another text, to his oldest friend, Casey. He sent a similar message to her, stating that the door was open whenever she was ready to stop by, that he had to leave shortly.  Not waiting for a message from either of the two, he grabbed his jacket and out the door he went.

-

Casey shivered slightly when she entered Joe’s apartment, the warmth on her skin making her sigh happily. Closing the door behind her softly, she kicked off her ratty sneakers by the door. Shuffling inside, headed straight to the kitchen where she found a coffee mug sitting beside the machine, a note with her name on Joe’s messy handwriting say atop the cup. She grabbed it with a smile before flipping it open, a twenty dollar bill falling out of it.

Case,

 Lucy has clothes for you at her place, so when you are done here head there and Gwil will be escorting you, this is for a bus to Lucy’s. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you today, but know that I am so proud of you! Enjoy the coffee. It’s already perfect, just press the button, and there is food in the fridge.

Love you Case, 

Joe.

She smiled slightly as she ran her fingers over the writing. Joe had been Casey’s oldest friend, going all the way back to the sandbox, memories you don’t ever forget. Putting the sweet note into her pocket, she pressed the button and the machine came to life, filling the room with the smell of the dark roast that she loved. Deciding that a shower was more important, she touched the refrigerator lightly and set the money beside the machine, before heading to the bathroom where a towel was already set out for her.

She tried to avoid the mirror, but something inside her made her look. Her hair was ratty and matted, her eyes sunken and dark. Sighing slightly as she ran her fingers over the bruise on her jaw, only a little yellow now. The split in her lip had all but healed by now, only looking like a pale pink scar. She kept her eyes locked on the mirror as she started to undress, seeing more fading bruises all over her torso, all at various stages of healing. It’s hard to believe that after two weeks she could still see the evidence of what had happened. 

Willing herself not to cry, she turned away from the mirror and slid out of the dirty jeans she had been in for days. After turning on the water, she tried to run her brush through her hair, but the bristles couldn’t work their way through the clumps, so she gave up. When she stepped into the steaming water, she finally let herself fall apart. Tears streaming down her face as she let the water wash them away the moment they fell. How did I get here? Why me? What did I do that was so wrong that I deserve this? The questions slammed into her head before she could stop them. She shook her head quickly and sniffled a little, standing up a little straighter. You know what would help? Whiskey. “No.” She finally spoke out loud, as if her mind was actually able to respond to her. Whiskey wouldn’t help her, it would make things worse, and she knew it. 

She stomped her foot lightly in the water, smiling lightly as the puddle that was forming. She grabbed the shampoo and started lathering it into her tangled hair as best as she could, before rinsing it and repeating the same process. When it came to the conditioner, she worked it into the mattes in her hair gently before grabbing the brush and fighting through them once more. Tying up her conditioner filled brushed hair into a bun at the base of her neck she grabbed for the washcloth and the small bottle of body gel that Joe had obviously bought just for her. She would have to think of a way to thank him for being so nice to her, though she couldn’t help but think it had nothing to do with being friends, and more to do with pity. Casey hated being pitied. She knew that she was pathetic for putting up with her husband as long as she did, but she was accepting her failure and was now working to become stronger.

Halfway through rinsing her finally clean skin under the spray of the water, she heard the front door. She tensed up, before chuckling humorlessly at herself. He wouldn’t be here, he can’t hurt you. She thought softly before relaxing slightly into the water again. It was probably just Joe coming back.

-

When Ben walked into the apartment, he smiled looking around Joe’s place. It was just like him, classic and homey. Taking a deep breath in, Ben’s mouth watered at the smell of the strong coffee, and practically floating towards it like they would in an old cartoon. When he saw the mug sitting next to the machine, he smiled again, Joe was so nice to him. He began to make his cup of coffee when he heard the shower running. Perfect time to scare him. Ben snuck his way across the floor to the bathroom door, gripping the handle quietly. “JOE!” He shouted as he opened the door quickly, but the sound that came from behind the curtain was anything but a man’s scream. Joe would have told me if he had a lady friend in the apartment. Ben realized to himself as a face poked out of the shower curtain.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” The woman shouted, holding the curtain close to her chest. Ben instantly turned around, shielding his eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” He shouted back at her.

“Who are you?” Both of them were just shouting at each other at this point and it seemed like either of them were going to get the answers they needed to understand the situation.

“You know, I told Joe that leaving his door unlocked in New York would let the street rats in.” Ben grumbled as he noticed the dirtied clothes littering the bathroom. He slammed the coffee mug onto the counter and spun around to face the strange woman. “So what? You just snuck in here and decided to take yourself a quick shower while no one was here? Did you think you wouldn’t get caught?” He took a step closer to the shower.

“What? No-” Casey started to laugh but Ben cut her off with a wave of his hand.

“You need to leave.”

“Just let me-” She started again but again, Ben was quick to stop her.

“No, out.” Ben stood his ground firmly, crossing his arms.

“Can you just wait a goddamn minute?” Casey snapped, who was this guy and why did he think that he could kick her out? This was Joe’s place, she had been invited, and yet this strange blond man with a thick accent thinks he can just waltz in here and start barking orders. All of that changed when she saw the twitch in his arm, quickly grabbing at the shower curtain and ripping it away from her.

“OUT!” He shouted at her, and she hated that she flinched away. She hated that she couldn’t stand up to this stranger. She hated that she cowered against the back wall of the shower as he threw her dirty clothes at her. She hated him.

With treacherous tears trying to squeeze their way out of her eyes, she picked up her clothes already soaked from the shower and with a soft whimper she pulled the wet jeans over her wet legs.

“If you just let me-”

“I don’t care!” Ben snapped at her, and she flinched away again. Ben felt guilty for only a second at being so mean to this stranger, but how dare she think she can just break into his friend’s house while he was out? Who did she think she was? 

Casey sniffled, and avoiding eye contact with the man, something else she hated, something else he had taken away from her, she gathered her shirt and bra, covering her chest with them as she ran out of the room. Shoving her bra into her bag and quickly pulling on her shirt, she grabbed for her coat as Ben was rounding the corner.

“Would you just leave already?” He shouted again, and this time she let out a choked sob, not even putting her shoes on as she ran out the door, slamming it behind her. “Come to New York, he said, It’ll be fun, he said.” Ben muttered mockingly as he took an angry sip of his coffee before plopping onto the couch. “Bloody hell.”

-

Casey made it down to the front lobby of Joe’s building and only then did she stop long enough to slip her bare feet into her shoes. Wiping at her face quickly, she saw that there were quite a few people staring at her. Head down, she tightened her light jacket and she ran out into the crowded sidewalk and shivered from the cold. Joe! He would be able to explain who that was and why he was kicking her out! She patted her jacket pocket, curing herself when she realized that she had left it in the apartment. Looking back up towards the building, she realized it wasn’t worth talking to that horrible man again, not that he would believe that it was hers anyways.

Cursing herself again for not grabbing a heavier coat, she pulled the light windbreaker tighter to her body and started walking to Lucy’s, maybe Lucy would let her finish her shower too. Hiking her backpack up her shoulder more, she fought through the crowd, enjoying the slight body heat she stole from strangers as she passed them. Had Casey had her phone, she would have gotten the text from Lucy saying that she wasn’t going to be home, to use the key under the mat. But here she was, almost two hours later, standing outside of Lucy’s building, when she heard a voice behind her. 

“You have got to be kidding me! Twice in one day? Go beg somewhere else.” The blond from earlier spit from behind her, making Casey tense.

“My friend lives here, she’s supposed to be giving me something.” Casey explained softly, not looking man in the eyes. “I’m not breaking into anywhere.”

“Whatever. I’ll be sure to let the building manager know that the street rats are begging around his building, maybe your friend will also be removed.” He scoffed at her, slamming the car door and walking into the building himself. Casey waited outside for a few moments as to not have to ride the elevator with the beast of a man she had to encounter twice in one day. Once she felt enough time had passed, she made her way through the front doors, heading straight to the stairs, taking them two by two until she reached the right door. Walking into the hallway that housed Lucy’s apartment, she reached the door with a skip. 

Casey had gotten along with Lucy the moment that Joe had introduced them just two weeks ago, Lucy taking the battered girl under her wing and giving her the clothes she was currently wearing. Casey couldn’t believe that Joe had such nice friends, like Lucy and Gwilym, who were so eager to help her. Gwilym was supposed to be picking her up to take her to the courthouse today, and as much as Casey wished it was Joe who would be there for her, she accepted the help with only a small fight. Casey smiled at the flowery door mat that Lucy had in front of her door, knocking on the door lightly.

Casey’s smile fell quickly when the person who answered the door was not, in fact, Lucy, but instead it was the cruel blond man again. Shit. “Jesus christ.” He breathed out, rolling his eyes. “You have a friend here? Lucy is your friend?” Casey nodded her head, but when she couldn’t look the man in the eye he scoffed. “Sure she is. I’m sure that you know Joe as well yes?” When Casey nodded her head again, the man let out a dark laugh. “I’m sure someone like you knows Joe and Lucy. Let me guess, you’re also close friends with Rami and Gwil? The whole bloody cast of a movie I’m sure you’ve seen posters for. But you don’t know me? Likely. Go, before I call the cops.” Ben slammed the door in the girls face and she crumpled to the floor in a heap. Why today of all days. Since she had no phone, she wasn’t able to contact anyone, and she knew that no one would let someone who looked as she did now, use theirs.

Pulling herself off of the floor, she cursed herself again for leaving the money Joe had left her on the counter, and also for not drinking the coffee before she had tried to shower. Looking at the clock, 9:28, she had barely two hours left until she was due in court and there was no way of getting ahold of Gwilym to pick her up, so she had no choice but to talk all the way across town. No sense in feeling bad for yourself, Casey, you should have spoken up when he found you in the shower. She thought to herself darkly, hating her ex-husband for taking away her ability to speak freely. She was always so afraid of the wrath of a man, and she hated herself for it. She hated the person she had become.

Casey walked quickly back the stairs and ran down them and straight out the door, stopping only to dig through her pocket to see that she only had three dollars to her name. Not enough for a cab across town. She took off at a sprint as she ran towards her destination as fast as she could. Praying she could get there in time.

-

Looking at the large clock in the center of the courthouse building, Casey again, dropped to the ground. She had made it, but not in time. 12:03. She was a half hour late, but she had to try. She ran as fast as her tired legs would take her up the front steps, until she ran into him. 

“You look like a mess, Casey. What could you not pull yourself out of the bottle long enough to make yourself presentable and make it here on time?” The man she used to love glared down at her. “You thought that you could beat me, but guess what?” He leaned down and grabbed her by the chin, she pulled her head away but he was quicker, trapping her jaw in his grasp. He brought his face next to her, in a manner that people would have thought intimate, though the venom in his words betrayed that. “You will never win, she is mine now.” He whispered darkly in her ear and she let out a sob.

“You can’t take her away from me.” Casey whispered as she looked into the man’s eyes as he smiled, “Please.” The tears flowed freely down her face as she gripped his arm. “John, please. At least let me see her?” She asked, already knowing the answer. 

“You want to see her like this? You’re pathetic, Casey.” He scoffed, pushing her jaw away from him, scoffing as she stumbled to the ground. “You’re drunk now aren’t you?”

“I swear I’m not! I haven’t drank in months, and you know that!” Casey cried, pushing herself to her feet. “John, please, you know that you are only doing this to hurt me. You know how hard I’ve been working at this, you just want to punish me because I left.” Casey grabbed at his arm again, but John pulled it away quickly.

“You tried to take her from me, and you know I don’t like when people try to take things from me, Casey.” He brushed his hand over his sleeve, as if Casey touching it would ruin the fabric. “Go back to your street life, that you seem to enjoy more than your life with us.”

“No one hits me on the street, John! No one threatens my daughters life in the street! No one to smack me around when dinner is served at exactly seven oclock!” Casey screamed at him, making more than one person look at the couple. John hissed and grabbed her arm tightly as he pulled her closer to the building.

“You’ve lost your chance to prove that, Casey. You couldn’t be bothered to show up today and she will know that. She will know that you left her in that house.” John whispered to her, but she could hear the threat in his voice. “That you left her with me.” He gave her a wicked smile. Casey sobbed as her legs gave out beneath her and John let her arm go so she fell into a heap. “Enjoy your street life, Casey.” John straightened out his collar before dropping a twenty dollar bill in front of her. “I don’t want to see you again.” He didn’t even look back at her as he walked away, leaving her a sobbing mess.

-

“Hey Benny!” Joe shouted as he got back to his apartment, finding it empty. He walked around a bit, seeing the wet floor of his bathroom but the towel still folded on the counter where he left it. “Casey?” He yelled, walking into the kitchen to see the note was gone but the money remained, next to Casey’s phone. He had bought her the phone when she left her husband, and she always had it on her. When he clicked the home button, he saw that she had many missed calls, one from himself, one from Lucy and five from Gwil. Pulling out his own phone, he called Gwilym first.

“Hey buddy, how did it go today? Casey left her phone here.” Joe asked as soon as he heard the line pick up.

“I honestly don’t know, she never responded to my calls.” Gwils voice rang through the speaker and Joe’s heart dropped. “I sat outside Lucy’s place for a while and I only saw Ben leaving.”

“Oh! Maybe Ben took her then!” Joe smiled to himself. 

“No, he was alone, and he was grumpy and didn’t even say hi to me.” Gwilym huffed.

“Let me give him a call, I’ll let you know what I find out. Later!” 

“See ya soon.” Gwil promised and then they both hung up, Joe was quick to dial up Ben’s number, not feeling surprised when he heard bar noises when the Brit answered the phone.

“Ben! Hey where are you?” Joe pocketed Casey’s phone and pulled his coat and scarf back on.

“Pub by your place, mate, what’s up?” Joe smiled at the man’s slightly slurred voice.

“Headed to you, buddy, sit still.” Joe ended the call and he was back out into the hallway, headed down the block to Ben.

-

When Joe entered the room, Ben was quick to jump on him laughing deeply. “It’s good to see you man!” He shouted over the music. Joe gave the man a strong hug and clapped his hand on his back.

“Good to see you too! How was the flight?” Joe asked, taking the beer that Ben was offering, laughing at Ben’s eye roll. “That good huh?” He laughed.

“The flight was fine, but when I got to your place, there was someone in the apartment, so I yelled a bit and kicked them out. You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked, mate.” Ben chuckled lightly, taking a sip of his beer.

“Wait, there was a woman in my apartment so you yelled at her to leave?” Joe asked, dumbfounded. He rubbed his hand down his face and pulled his phone out.

“Well yeah, she was dirty, man. You should have seen her.” Ben scoffed.

“You had no right to do that, Ben. What the fuck?” Joe stood quickly, turning and running out the door. Ben slapped down a few bills and ran after him.

“What happened? What did I do wrong?”

“You’re an asshole, that’s what you did wrong.” Joe muttered as he dialed quickly. “Lucy? Did she stop there?” Joe was staring at Ben, and he noticed when his eyes went wide.

“I had told her I wasn’t going to be home, but I left the key. The clothes I had for her are still in the closet.” Lucy’s voice rang through and Ben rubbed his hand over his head and sighed deeply.

“It’s alright, Luce. I think Ben knows something, I’ll call you back.” Joe’s eyes bore into Ben’s as he shoved the phone into his pocket.

Ben lit up a cigarette and started pacing back and forth in front of Joe as he told him the whole story, from the beginning, Joe’s face getting angrier by the second. He told Joe about the shower, and about threatening to call the police at Lucy’s, and all Joe asked was “What time was that?” When Ben answered that it was around 9:30, Joe snapped. 

“Goddamnit, Ben! That was hours ago!” He shouted, making Ben flinch slightly. “That dirty woman you kicked out was my best friend Casey. She had some place to be today and she didn’t make it to any of the check in’s that I set up for her. She left her phone at my place next to the cash I was giving her to get to the courthouse.” Joe locked his fingers behind his head as he paced. “I’ve got to find her, and now you’re going to help make this right.” He shouted the last part, pointing his finger into the blond man’s face.

“You make a habit of befriending street rats?” Ben was beginning to get angry for being blamed for this and he had never seen Joe get so angry before, he just didn’t understand.

“She wasn’t a goddamn street rat. She’s a-” Joe shook his head in bewilderment at his friend. “It doesn’t matter, Ben. Just know that you fucked up and maybe-” Joe was cut off mid sentence when he saw him. John. Casey’s ex-husband. “HEY!” Joe shouted, his face getting more and more red. “Where is she!” He took long strides over towards the man.

“If you’re talking about Casey, I left her outside the courthouse, an hour late I might add.” John scoffed as Joe approached him quickly. “Probably drunk as usual.”

“She was late..” Joe trailed off, looking at the man that he was certain was evil incarnate. “No, I tried to help-”

“When will you realize that she isn’t worth it? She’s not the girl you once knew, Joe, she’s nothing but an alcoholic who lies about everything.” John shrugged his shoulder and started walking away, but Joe wasn’t letting him off that easily.

“She lies? Were those bruises a lie, John? Was that busted lip a lie?” He shouted loudly, making people look at the exchange. “And what about Sophie? Huh? Now that your favorite punching bag is gone, what will become of her?” Joe was fighting back the tears that he knew were going to come out. Casey had told him all about John and what he liked to do when he came home. Joe knew all about the time that Casey had come home just as John’s hand had slid across their daughters face. It burned him up to know that that little girl was stuck in that house now, and while he could put the blame on John, instead he turned to Ben whose eyes were wide with shock.

“This is your fault!” He shouted, the angry tears flowing down his face. “If you hadn’t kicked her out of everywhere she needed to be, she would have had a chance!” Joe pushed his shoulder into Ben’s as he walked past. “Come on!” He shouted over his shoulder as he walked away, Ben following quickly before sliding in after Joe into a cab.

-

“Joe, please listen to me, I didn’t know.” Ben explained as they walked up Lucy’s buildings stairs after paying the cabbie. “She didn’t say anything, she just cowered away from me.” He whispered the last part, his heart straining in his chest. “I didn’t know.”

“So your first instinct when you see a bruised up woman is to shout at her? When she cowered away from you, you just kept going? And when you saw her again? What you just assumed she was following you and shouted at her again? What the hell is wrong with you?” Joe was fuming, brushing off the snow that had started to fall off of his jacket. 

“I didn’t know!” Ben shouted back, throwing his hands in the air. “Would it have been so difficult to tell me someone would be at your place when I got there?”

“I thought she would be gone by the time you got there.” Joe lowered his voice. “Look Ben, I’m sorry that I’m being so rough on you right now, but-” He stopped himself and rubbed a hand over his face. “Ok. Look. This isn’t my place to tell you but that man that I was yelling at? That was John, Casey’s abusive husband. Ex husband. She ran away from him two weeks ago with their four year old daughter, Sophie. John called the cops saying that his crazy alcoholic wife had kidnapped their child and she was arrested and Soph was returned to him.” Joe scratched at his head before continuing, “She had court today to show them what he had done to her and will inevitably do to their daughter. She was to shower at my place, get clothes from Lucy and the Gwil was supposed to take her to the courthouse.”

Ben folded his arms over his chest and looked away from his friend. “We need to find her, and hope to god that she isn’t drinking.” Joe sighed heavily. Ben simply nodded his head and pointed to Lucy’s door. Joe clapped his hand on Ben’s back and the two men silently walked the short distance to the door. Once Lucy answered, they retold everything to her and she gasped, looking at Ben like she didn’t know who he was anymore. Ben stayed quiet as the two of them went over all of the places that she could have been, before insisting that they let him help. Splitting up seemed to be the best idea to find her.

“Let’s take a few jackets with us, I know that she only has one thin one since she left the shelter.” Lucy mumbled, handing thick coats to both men. Joe called up Gwil and while he was also extremely pissed at Ben, he jumped at the chance to help them search for her. The four of them all seperating to different areas. 

“It’s February in New York, it’s cold and without a shelter, she could freeze in this snow.” Joe muttered as they stepped out of the building. It was suddenly heavily snowing and he pulled his own coast close to his body. “Split up, call me as soon as you find her!” He shouted as he jogged away. 

“I’m not going to tell you not to feel bad, Ben, because you honestly should be ashamed of yourself.” Lucy spit out before she too, was on her way.

Ben cursed himself loudly, before heading off in the direction he was told to go. Who thinks to look for someone under a bridge? He thought to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets and took off running.

-

By the time that Ben had reached the bridge Joe told him about, the sun had set and he was holding his collar up close to his neck. “Casey!” He shouted every few feet, hoping to get a response. Don’t forget to check under the bridge, not just around it. Joe had reminded him before he left the apartment. Apparently there were a lot of people who hung around the bridges in snowstorms in New York. Americans. Ben chuckled dryly to himself as he shouted her name again. The closer he got to the bridge, he could see a slight figure huddled in on itself under the bridge.

When he walked up to the shivering figure, he whispered her name again. “Casey?” The figure lifted its head and shook it.

“What are you going to tell me that you know the person who owns the bridge too?” She scoffed, hiccuping slightly. Ben took a step towards the woman who looked so much smaller than she had that morning. “Who are you anyways? Are you-” Hiccup “Following me?” The woman took a long drink from a bottle that Ben had not seen when he walked up.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who you were this morning.” Ben took another step, walking slowly as to not frighten her.

“I’m not fucking scared deer, buddy, I’m not gonna run away if you walk towards me.” She slurred a little but Ben could tell that she was scared. “Who are you?” She asked again.

“My name is Ben, I’m friends with Joe.” 

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? You didn’t believe me when I told you I was friends with him.” She scoffed, taking another gulp, Ben watched her face scrunch up at the drink.

“Casey, look, I’m sorry ok? I fucked up, real bad. I didn’t know what had happened to-” Casey cut him off with a scoff.

“What do you think that you know me now? Joe told you about me so you think you know?” She struggled to stand, but swatted Ben’s hand away when he reached for her, “You know nothing. You are only here because you feel bad that you yelled at me, knowing that he yelled at me too. You don’t care about me, you only want to make yourself feel better and pity me.” She shook the bottle at him, sloshing the liquid onto the ground. “Don’t you fucking pity me.”

“You’re right, I do feel bad, and that is why I’m out here, but I can honestly tell you that I do not pity you.” He crossed his arms, suddenly realizing that he was holding the coat Lucy gave him. “I think you are incredibly strong to have gone through that and came out the other side.” He held out the coat to her and she eyed it for a moment, shaking her head.

“I don’t need your help, Joe’s friend.” She smacked at the coat.

“It’s not from me, it’s from Lucy.”

She picked her head up and looked at the coat again, snatching it quickly and pulling it on. Finding gloves and a hat in the sleeve and she smiled, running her hand over the hat. “Lucy.” Casey cooed softly.

“Can we get you home? Wherever it is you stay?” Ben asked, rubbing his hands together in the cold. “It’s getting awfully cold out here.”

Casey smiled at him softly, the warmth of the coat already bringing more color into her cold skin. “Oh, Joe’s friend. Welcome to my home.” She stumbled only slightly as she spun around with her arms spread wide. Ben’s eyes widened considerably as he watched her. 

“Here? Isn’t there a shelter that will take you in? It’s freezing out here!” 

“Shelters are family space only, kids need to be inside before I do. Plus they wont let me in because, well,” She shook the bottle slightly with a dry laugh.

“Joe said you were a recovering alcoholic.” He started slowly, moving closer to her, this time she didn’t back away. Casey scoffed and rolled her eyes before leaning against the wall behind her, handing the bottle to Ben. Taking the almost empty bottle and bringing it to his lips, he took a deep drink, not handing it back to her.

“I am.”

“Yeah I can see how well that’s going.”

“Well I kind of had an overly shitty day today.” She scoffed, reaching for the bottle in his hands but he pulled it away. “Some asshole kept me from what I needed to do, and I lost my daughter. I think I’m allowed.”

Ben felt the guilt creep up his spine and he looked away from her, taking another swig from the bottle. “Casey..”

Casey put her hand up to stop him. “Please stop apologizing. Shit happens, not everything can work in my favor.” She slid down the wall until she was sitting on her heels. “It would just be nice if something went my way for once.”

Ben looked at the woman, sitting in a small position, head in her hands. “You’re right, you deserve this.” He handed the bottle back to her slowly, making her pick up her head with a small smile.

“You’re not too bad, Joe’s friend.” She smiled, but shook her head and held her hand up, refusing the bottle. 

“Well instead of sleeping out here, I’m sure Joe wouldn’t mind if I offered up his spare room. It’s too cold out here.” Ben stuck his hand down to her and she gave a small smile before shaking her head, Ben looked at her confused.

“Joe will kill me if he knew I had been drinking, I think it’s best if you just tell them that you couldnt find me, I’ll make my way back to Joe’s in the morning.” Casey pulled the coat closer to her body and sighed into the fabric. “I’ll be alright out here.”

“Fat chance. I’ll just tell Joe that you went straight to bed and he wouldn’t even bother you until morning, he doesn’t even have to know.”

“He will know.”

“How?”

“Before tonight, I haven’t had a single drink for eleven months and twenty-seven days.”

“Jesus, Casey. This really is my fault.” Ben scrubbed a hand over his face quickly, pushing off of the wall and pacing a little. “If I hadn’t been such an arsehole this morning, you would have gotten to where you needed to be on time and maybe you’d have your kid.”

“If you say that you are sorry one more time, I will punch you.” Casey pointed a finger at him and laughed. “Alright, I’ll let you have your ‘save the damsel’ moment, Joe’s friend. Take me to Joe’s.” She held both of her arms up for Ben to help her stand, which he did happily. “But I will need to talk to him tonight, I promised I wouldn’t keep things from him anymore.” Ben nodded his head, and after she took one step and stumbled, Ben chuckled sadly as he stepped in front of her and crouched down. 

“Jump on, it’ll be easier than making sure you won’t stumble into the street.” He spoke over his shoulder at her. With a loud laugh, she jumped right onto his back and he grunted at the force. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.” Ben grumbled, bouncing her up further on his back. Casey laughed lightly and tightened her arms around his neck, and off they were headed towards Joe’s apartment. “You should call Joe, He’s been worried sick about you for hours.” Ben hooked her ankles together in front of him so he could dig in his pocket for his phone before handing it to her.

Sighing she took, the offered phone and punched in Joe’s number and squeezed her eyes shut and waited for him to yell at her.

“Ben? Did you find her yet? I haven’t heard anything from anyone else and I’m fucking freaking out.” He blurted out as soon as he answered the phone, and it made her smile but also made her heart break for causing this.

“Joe..”

“Casey, oh my god! Where are you?” Joe’s voice softened and she could feel a tear slipping down her face.

“Two blocks away, how long it’ll take us to get to yours is undetermined, your friend here walks awfully slow.” Joe could hear Ben’s laughter through the line slightly.

“Well if you weren’t so bloody pissed I wouldn’t have to carry you and we could get there quicker.” Ben laughed and Casey went silent.

“Casey.. are you- are you drunk?” Joe gasped at her, she had been doing so well.

“Joe..” 

“Goddammit Casey.” And then the line went dead. Joe had actually hung up on her, and it made more tears spill from her eyes and she handed the phone back to Ben over his shoulder. She let out a loud sigh and dropped her chin onto the top of Ben’s head.

“Now he is pissed, so thanks for that, Joe’s friend.” She sighed loudly again.

Ben sighed with her, “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to do much right when it comes to you, can I?” 

“We can start over tomorrow.” Casey yawned and dropped her head to Ben’s shoulder, her whiskey breath breezing across his neck and he repressed a shudder at the feeling. Within seconds, he could feel her breath even out as she started drifting off to sleep.

One last block and Ben was walking up the stairs to Joe’s apartment, tapping the door lightly with his foot. When the door was wrenched open quickly and Gwilym pulled Ben inside quickly. Joe stayed sitting on the couch but Lucy ran over quickly.

“Is she alright?” Lucy whispered to Ben as he kicked off his shoes by the door, allowing Gwilym to pull off Casey’s soaking wet sneakers with a grimace.

“I think she’s alright, she passed out a few minutes ago. Luce will you help get her into dry clothes? I think she would feel better if you did that?” Ben’s voice was pleading to Lucy, knowing that she was upset with him but that she loved Casey. She nodded tightly, eyes not breaking away from his. 

“Let me give you a hand, carry her over to the couch.” Gwilym instructed, pointing to where Joe was sitting.

Ben shook his head gently, “She can have the spare room, I’ll be on the couch tonight.”

“To the back room, then.” Gwil nodded with a small smile, following behind the two as they walked down the short hallway. 

Once in the darkened room, Lucy turned on a small lamp and Gwilym put one arm behind Casey’s back and put on on her head as Ben crouched down until her behind was on the edge of the bed and unwrapped her arms from around his neck. Casey made small noises that Ben shushed away softly. Pulling the hat from her head, Gwilym brushed a stray hair from her face. “Lucy, all you now.” Ben whispered backing out of the room, Gwilym close behind.

After the phone call, Lucy had taken a cab back to her house to get clothes for Casey, knowing that she would be soaked to the bone. When she grabbed the stack of thick warm pajamas and walked over to where Casey slept, she spoke softly. “Casey? Honey? I don’t know if you can hear me babe, but it’s just me, Lucy.” She ghosted her hand over the sleeping woman’s face gently. “Please don’t be afraid sweetheart, I’m just going to change you into some clean warm clothes, ok?” Casey made a small noise, to which Lucy assumed was compliance. She assumed right because Casey moved slightly just enough to assist Lucy in her re-dressing. When she pulled back the covers, Casey rolled right into the open spot and burrowed into the pillow. Lucy gave her a small smile and ran her hand over the woman’s cheek again. “Goodnight, love.”

“Joe, come on. You saw her, she’s not in a good spot right now.” Ben pleaded to the man, but Joe had his hands crossed over his chest.

“And who’s fault is that.” Joe grumbled back, not making eye contact with his friend.

“Yes, Joe, I know. I fucked up, ok? But I found her and she’s safe now, isn’t that what matters right now?” Ben threw his hands in the air, careful to not raise his voice too loud. Joe on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms about it.

“No, Ben. You don’t know. You have no fucking clue.” through gritted teeth, Joe stood up, showing his height difference with the blond man. “You can’t begin to imagine how badly you’ve fucked up this time.” His voice got louder and Gwilym stood up raising his hand. “DON’T!” Joe’s gaze flickered to Gwil, who put his hands up in defense. “Everything that happened today is YOUR FAULT!” Joe screamed at Ben and everyone turned quickly when they heard a whimper coming from the hallway.

“Casey.” Gwilym breathed out, rubbing his hand over his face before rushing to the girl.

“Oh fuck, Case..” Joe started to take a step towards her, and his heart shattered into pieces when she flinched away, cowering behind Gwilym’s tall frame. “Oh, Casey, no. Please. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” Joe’s voice broke at the look his best friend was giving him. He had scared her. “Casey..” He breathed out and reached for her again, she still pulled away.

“It’s not his fault.” She whispered, so softly. Everyone in the room was silent and Ben’s head picked up quickly at the sound of her small voice. His heart hurt for everything that he has caused, she was being kind when she said it wasn’t his fault, of course it was his fault. “It’s John’s fault. He took away my voice for so long that I couldn’t stand up for myself this morning.” She sniffled slightly, Gwilym’s hand rubbing her shoulders gently. “I don’t blame Ben.”

Ben smiled instantly at his name falling from her lips. This was the first time she had said it all evening. 

“Do you want some tea, love?” Lucy stepped towards her, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder, earning a soft smile from her. “How about I start you a nice shower and Gwilym and Ben can start your tea?” Lucy looked at the boys and they all nodded knowingly. Give them space, her look read.

Casey nodded and the three of them left the room, leaving Joe and Casey together. “Casey-” Joe started but was cut off when she ran to him quickly and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Case, I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her small frame. “So fucking sorry.”

“It’ll be alright Joe.” She whispered into his chest. “I have a question..” Barely lifting her head off of his chest.

“Of course you can stay here, Casey.” Joe answered her question before she could even ask, earning a giggle from the woman. “As long as you want.”

-

Two Years Later

“Casey, come on! We gotta get going, love!” A voice shouted from the kitchen, filling up two travel mugs of hot coffee.

“Be right out!” Casey hollered back through the closed bathroom door. “Alright now, love, I need you to be on your best behavior today, ok?” Casey smiled down at her daughter who was standing on the closed toilet lid, Casey’s hands wrapping tiny rubber bands in the child’s hair. “Sophia, I mean it,” She scolded lightly, seeing the grin on her daughter’s face. “Best behavior, and maybe you get a treat when we get home.” Casey raised her head in a challenge.

“I promith, momma.” Sophie smiled at her mother. Two missing front teeth had caused a pretty intense lisp and Casey couldn’t help but laugh. Putting the last band in the blonde hair, she kissed the top of the girls head as she patted her backside lightly.

“Down you go little one.” Sophie looked up at her mother, still standing on the toilet lid, raising her arms to her. “Momma’s back is hurting real bad today, baby, just jump down.” Casey rubbed her hand on her lower back, arching slightly with a groan. 

Sophie jumped down with a sigh and looked up again. “Is brother punching you again?” Her small hand found itself rubbing at Casey’s swollen stomach. Casey put her hand over Sophie’s and smiled down at her with a nod.

“Kicking, sweetheart, and yes he is. Your brother is very active today.” 

“Be nice to mommy, brother!” Sophie shouted at the large bump. “No more kicking momma!” 

Casey laughed at her fondly, patting her head. “All better, thank you baby.”

“Thank goodness we are having a boy,” Joe spoke from the doorway, “You two already take so long to get ready.” He smiled at them both. “People will start telling us to get there earlier just so we will be on time.” Sophie stuck her tongue out at the man and he did the same back, earning a giggle.

“Be nice to mommy, daddy.” She repeated the same words, looking at Joe with a little smirk. Casey’s heart soared at the word. The past few months, Sophie had slipped up a few times and called Joe dad or daddy, but now it seemed she was doing it more and more, maybe even on purpose.

Since the night Ben carried her to Joe’s, Casey has lived here. Joe told her that she could stay for as long as she wanted, and she wanted to stay forever. It was just over a year ago, the first time that Joe and Casey had spoken of the growing feelings. Casey was the one to lean over and quickly leave a kiss on Joe’s surprised mouth, but after that, they both jumped in feet first. Joe had helped Casey get another hearing for custody and now with a steady place to stay, and a brand new job, Sophie was taken away from her father’s abusive grips and placed lovingly into the spare room. Joe had gone overboard with decorating for the child, but seeing the look on Sophie’s face when she saw her new bedroom, was worth every cent.

Seven months ago, Casey called Joe and encouraged him to come home as soon as possible, and fearing the worst, Joe had sped home quickly. When he burst through the door, Casey was on him in seconds, arms wrapped around his neck. At his insistence, she breathlessly handed Joe a small white plastic stick. Two little pink lines could be seen through the small window. Joe stared at the piece of plastic for what seemed like forever, face unreadable, and Casey started to worry, but when his eyes flicked back to meet hers, his lips pulled back into a grin.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked her softly.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” She squealed.

They quickly started looking for a new home for their growing family, but having no luck, they had decided to just set up the crib in their bedroom, fully put together and filled to the brim with the gifts that had already been piled on by their friends. Ben and Casey had quickly become friends, and Ben doted on his new ‘niece’ shamelessly, and Sophie loved every second of it. She knew that he would also spoil the new baby and the thought of it made her smile. Had it not been for that terrible day, so long ago, Casey would have had such a different life.

It was all Ben’s fault.

~x

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Ooo, whats Nyxs plans for Adam? How do the others feel about their Roman counterparts (and whats Lances reaction to Alluras bf)? Do the romans tell Allura about Lotor?

Voltron x PJO AUpart 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Part 4

As always, i am sorry for my writing, i am no writer. and sorry for taking so long in updating this AU.It is written the same way I narrate to myself but the general of the story is all there! (and I think this is the longest part to date)

RECAP TIME:

Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hun are Greek demigods, Allura is a Roman Demigod. Their quest is about finding Matt and getting to Mount Othrys  since it is appearing because rough demigods *cough* Lotor guiding the Romans *cough* are siding with Kronos because the Gods have gone radio silent for WAY too long. Reah helped Allura to get to Camp Half Blood and meet the Greeks because she doesn’t want his husband to pit demigods against the gods anymore  but she made Allura promise to not reveal the the thing about camp Jupiter existing… They parted on their quest, had a couple of bonding moments *WINK*  and when they got to the Gods Junkyard they met some roman demigods who were scrapping for weapons and who attacked team voltron only to be saved by MATT (accompanied with other demigods  surviving away from any of the camps). 

Under the cut is how it all follows

FIRSTLY lets move to Tartarus:Adam FELL…into tartarus only to be found by Nyx on her flying chariot and Adam convinced her that he was more valuable alive. 

Nyx took Adam as errand boy in tartarus in exchange of the death mist thing and you know, not dying. Doing that he found the hermes shrine and he tried to contact his father or anyone without much success for MONTHS but at least there he got some food, so…yeah, it wasn’t all that bad. But of course the more he tried to contact his father , and after not getting an answer, it really seemed the gods couldn’t care less about their half human children and it can make anyone feel angry and unimportant.

Every single soul on tartarus has a thing against zeus and demigods and he always said like “ im just the messenger i dont care”, but since everyone is so bored they kept asking him about what got him there. But he had to be careful af bc telling dangerous ancient souls about how much he missed his bf a son of zeus (or ex boyfriend he is not sure) was SO not an option. BUT was by meeting these ppl that he met one of those kings that have escaped tartarus in the past and BOI did that gave him faith. It was possible. The thing is  being in tartarus is weakening for a demigod, repeating yourself enough times that you are NOT dead is not enough to believe.. you are not dead. He rly wants a way out and, after all, Adam is the son of Hermes, god of travellers and the only god to be able to travel from the land of the dead to….anywhere so he had to channel he had that in himself, he only needed a way to get OUT. One of the days he is in the Hermes shrine he gets a dream on how to get out there: One of the non guarded, full of monster, secret doors to the mortal world through the labyrinth.

That is when he sets on that journey and finds in the entrance to the labyrinth/ exit from tartarus. He also finds in that exact point a adamantine sword: perseus sword (not percy riptide. Perseus,) a harpe giving to the olden hero by hermes, (The harpē  was a type of sword or sickle; a sword with a sickle protrusion along one edge near the tip of the blade made of the indestructible metal adamantine , check it out it is pretty cool). The sword is cool and all but as always with demigods, when something good happens it only means something worse it’s on its way. And finding a weapon is bad news and everyone knows it.AND THAT is how Adam got out of tartarus. By then a year or so has passed and it is basically in the same moment hour 6 heroes start their own quest.

NOW..There are romans demigods with Matt, they recognise Allura  and don’t really trust her because they kind of think she is with Lotor, but Matt is like, NAH she is with MY friends , with MY sister and they trust she so, she is alright and while they are camping in some safe part of the junkyard Matt explains to Voltron team about how camp half blood is not the only camp, and that there are…more ways a demigod can survive away from camp, there are the amazons and the hunters and all kind of side places created by demigods for demigods where they can feel safe. 

They all then look at Allura who is relieved she can come clean to her quest mates, but then then she is confused by why Romans are attacking them, and some of the demigods who are with Matt say it is Lotor (who..it really is but Allura didn’t know is siding with kronos) and Allura is like “No no, it can’t be, Lotor is thoughtful and charming and a great leader who will always have his reasons and wants the best for Camp Jupiter and he is a real Hero “ half flustered and Lance sees that Allura actually...like-like this Lotor. Who seems to be La creme de la creme in the Roman camp while Lance is a rookie demigod, not really a fighter, on his first quest and he has been about to die most times than all of the others together in the past like 3 days.. 

And Lance just goes by…oh because he wanted Allura to like him because he was really liking her and the way she seems a full flagged fighter and leader. BUT still in a very Lance way he sides with Allura in front of everyone including the demigods who are not trusting her, “ of course she is not doing this to harm other kids, she has risked her life for us and she could enter camp halfblood so she is good and full of good intentions and Reah herself guided her to us so she is great”. AND Keith is like….oh because it seems Lance really likes Allura  and even if they were hitting it off with the Pegasi maybe it was all in his head and Lance would like more someone like Allura who is actually thoughtful and not him who doesn’t know where his head is half the time :’)So..how to get from Arizona to Mount Othrys without being spotted by rough demigods, the romans AND all kind of monsters ON TIME? The only answer they find is The Labyrinth that is equally dangerous but could keep them away from revealing their position and their plan to the Romans. The idea is that Allura gets to camp Jupiter and confront Lotor …without being detected so she cant be stopped by Lotor….right handsMatt navigated trough it enough to suggest it is possible to get everywhere from there, Shiro is having a mental breakdown because he doesn’t want to get inside it again but he is good at hiding his feelings and be a Good Leader ™ But Matt is gonna keep with the demigods trying to slow down the romans and monsters while mount ostrys just gets more powerful and to distract them from the real quest with team voltron.

…And Pidge. Pidge is like NOUP I promised Athena I will bring you back alive and I found you and I wont Let You Go Again, We are heading back to camp because that is the only logical solution. Nothing says WE have to keep in this quest and we can go back regroup in camp half blood and live to fight another day with a better plan.But Matt has changed a lot since he went out on his quest with Shiro and Adam and he has met these amazing demigods and  he tells her there are many things worth fighting for that thinking with her heart is equally important, and that they will meet again in camp Jupiter.In the Labyrinth!So yeah everyone kind of say their good byes and goes separate ways entering the labyrinth, technically they were set on following monsters (brilliant plan) because they are being kind of called by mount Othrys. As you know, the labyrinth is a fucking mess and without a real way to navigate it it is impossible to be completely sure what is going on, It changes and it seemed it was fuckin with them. After an incident with some flesh eating horses and trying to get away from rough demigods and monster trying to get them to the gladiator arena, a big attack from a Kampe it all goes to hell. 

They found themselves in a REALLY  small passage where SHiro is having a problem with his mechanical arm and hunk is trying to see what made it high-wire so much ,Lance started to get on his own, because he is brave and he could get them out of there and maybe he just have to knock on that weird rock door with a strange painting. That is when the painting in the wall started to look more than real and the Kampe spotted Lance first of course, and while he froze at the giant horrible monster who was destroying the walls and the floor and everything in the small passage materialising in front of him, Allura saved his sorry ass (again) controlling the mist as well as she could, but since she has been more worried about the entire Lotor siding with Kronos thing, it is not…as effective as it should. Pidge is trying to REALLY work up  an exit, and thinking quick she tells allura to distract the Kampe with copies of them while they escape from the roof. BUT the Kampe is not fooled and When Allura and Pidge  are the closest to the improve exit on the roof, Shiro and Hunk are about to get decked, Lance in one of his hero complex things gets the full attention of the monster again and Keith goes by OH No. Not. Again. and gets Lance out of the way. Lance is getting really furious with Keith bc it is the zillion time Keith takes him out of the way  of a fight, as if he was not able to do things himself. The beast is attacking Keith now, frustrated that his precious prey got away and makes the floor crumble with Shiro and Hunk sliding further down, Allura Pidge and Lance got into the way of the roof and keith is channelling all that energy, the one that made him get to shiro back in his first quest, and he is able to step on the rock doorway disappearing from the monster. 

Shiro and Hunk end up together in one of the most ancient parts of the labyrinth, dark, smelling like wet earth and little breathing space….,and poor shiro who was trying so hard to keep calm is 5 minutes into losing it completely , he, a son of zeus is underground, feels trapped and thinking they can end up in the gladiator arena again is driving him a bit too insane. Hunk is seeing this and does what he does best, try to get how the current problem works, bu this time is not some piece of metal but it is Shiro’s entire existence. ANd for all that is worth, Hunk is really good at coming trough for others in pinch moments.

Lance Pidge and Allura end up together navigating the most tedious part of the labyrinth. dumb monsters marching to the same place  and they cant do anything but follow them with the help of allura’s mist to disguise them and praying Lance natural monster magnetism doesn’t get them killed…and the only door they find ends up in the middle of a GIANT field, so no help. It is tedious af and it just gets MORE tedious by their current situation: Allura is  trying to get the mist to work for her but she is having a hard time concentrating after learning her family, the romans and…Lotor are behind Kronos getting stronger. 

Lance is  trying his best on keeping not only alive but showing he has everything to be a hero, but honestly he is debuting everything he knew about himself, He has been about to drown, he froze in front of a monster, he never knows what is going on. He has no quest experience like shiro and keith, he is not good at solving puzzles like Pidge or repairing stuff like Hunk, not to mention he had no idea about the romans or any of the problems Allura is having but he still tries hard to be the charming demigod who is no afraid of anything and is there to support her every move. Even tho he knows…it has been Keith the whole time who has been taking him away of fights the entire time, even fixing his mess of waking the Kampe, probably for the best because maybe…just maybe…Aphrodite kids where not mean to be on quests after all.)

Pidge, is just looking at the horizon like she is in the office. Matt might be her beloved brother, but seeing how they all are thinking with their hearts and that is making them terrible for this quest is another level. And Lance,…lance is ranting to her how he could totally go against Kampe if Keith did not interfere again and again. BUT Pidge knows that Keitth has a problem with Lance being in danger and it is not because Lance is not capable exactly and more with Keith crushing hard on Lance, So she yeah, she is trying to side with Keith here out of solidarity and convince Lance that Keith is not trying to sabotage him or any of those things. That maybe Lance could learn from keith and spend more time with him maybe (wingman pidge ftw)

Keith ended up alone in the labyrinth and after being able to use again his  doorway powers he finds himself in a room with two doors and a doorman in the middle of them. The two faced doorman is Janus himself ask him which is the door he is gonna go, which decision is the correct one since he will have to make The Choice of His Life in the future….and inpatient Keith start asking Janus ALL the questions at once starting by “what was that?”, “what does his coin means?”,”what was his mother relationship with Janus?”, “that he knows about the romans and that it is unfair he didn’t knew before” and blablabla. And janus is like,one of this doors give you all answers, the other takes him to certain death and Keith goes by coin flipping decision time in hopes he could trick Janus into revealing the correct one since he figure out Janus is just trying to fuck with his head. And surprise! the moment he flipped the coin it transformed into an imperial gold gladius and keith basically surprises janus, Keith goes to stab him and janus just disappears through one door and keith in a moment of good judgement goes to the other because Janus of course went trough the door that would kill Keith. SO…he gets to the door with the answers BIG GASPSO

Back to Hunk and Shiro are in one of the ancient marts of the maze and they start walking thanks to Hunk who was prepared to go into a really dark place and has scraps from Hephaestus Junkyard. And in one of those rm=emote parts of the Maze, they start hearing talking, HUMANS talking, to be precise demigods and it means it is the same kind of demigods that are working with monsters and trying to get Kronos back and Shiro is like protector mode ACTIVATE and is ready to fight them as soon as the turn one corner but the  demigods sound like they are..discussing between them SO they end up getting as close as they want to hear what they are talking about and SHiro just stops dead on his trail as he recognises one of the demigods….it is Adam.

and Shiro NOW stops breathing. So hunk resolves that the best approach is NO fighting so he kind of goes in making himself appear he is on their side  playing innocent and that some leader needs them BUT Adam recognises him from camp and Adam gets Hunk is Lying. He is about to knock Hunk out and… shiro interferes. So you know this is the first time they see each other after their fight back before Shiro was captured and made a champion, before Adam went to tartarus and Back. (their fight was about how shiro is always playing the hero and getting himself and everyone around him into dangerous shit and how Adam was playing it safe and never wanting to risk more than he should. BOth were correct) Adam: I thought you were dead Shiro: I thought YOU were deadAnd it ends up being the Most Awkward Reunion in the world. like Hunk thought they were gonna be fireworks and tears and a kiss but it  is nothing like that. They fall directly into quest mode because talking about their feelings is recognising their previous fight and that they separated.Adam stares at shiro new scar/arm/hair all the time and Shiro stares at adam new sword/dark circles under his eyes and he is always On Edge. Both look tired and terrible. .Hunk is like, OKAY good the update but we should be thinking on getting to the others!! and Adam tells them that the baddies have a way to navigate the Labyrinth accurately : clear eyed mortals who are in danger and shiro is all like, we HAVE TO go for them. And it is actually the only plan they have. Anyway, Adam has been with the rogue demigods for some time now and knows a weird lot about their plan, he is totally aware that those are demigods tired of being the pawns of the gods and after his field trip to tartarus he honestly sees why.  of course shiro and hunk tell him , about the Romans and about mt othrys  and how Kronos is gaining power from the rogue demigods and more monsters and titans and everything is marching destroying any minor deity or nature spirit who is on the God’s side and how even then…the god’s have been silent. surprising no one.

Allura Lance and Pige arrive to the place the monster are marching to inside the labyrinth: It is an Arena and they recognise it as Shiro’s gladiator arena and MMMM they are starting to also see rogue demigods and minor deities and things are starting to get dangerous but they can’t turn back or they get more attention than they want so they go inside the arena where everyone is  reuniting for something and trusting the mist to do its job BUT before getting in they get spotted by a girl in a cell: She tells them how weird is to see a purple shirt (Allura) with two orange shirts (Lance and Pidge) and even more that they are disguising themselves. The girl looks like she has been in the cell for LONG time: Surprise it is Shay, (a clear eyed mortal) but they couldn’t open it at all so they moving inside the arena for what seems a BIG meeting promising her they are coming back for her.

MEANWHILE, Keith finds himself in the door with the answers. He is now in a warehouse in the middle of a meeting. Of several romans. Who are now looking at him like he just insulted them and their mothers. And They are all “noooo this cant be that door was enchanted” and keith is all “YOU ARE MY ANSWER? WHO THE F ARE YOU ALL? WHERE IS JANUS?” They are seeing a young demigods with a CHB shirt  wielding an imperial gold clearly roman sword ready to fight. Not Normal at all. And a clearly old guy with a scar in one eye and the BOSS  is all “kid, you are a roman” . Things start computing in his head the coin, the weird way he was able to find SHiro, his past encounter with Janus… but keith goes “I am a son of Ares” From the group of romans a woman calls his name: “…Keith?” and… that is when Krolia appears.

Reunion Time! Krolia is a Janus Legacy and went to Camp Jupiter back in the day, this group is an Olden Elite Roman Secret Group part of the old Preatorian Guard, who never ceased to exist and that has been moving parallel to Camp Jupiter for centuries. They are the Speculatores Augusti, dedicated mostly to avoid the secret of the existence of the romans demigods to go out there  and keeping the roman problems…roman, it is like a legend inside camp jupiter but they still exist in the shadows. and right now they are trying to calm this nonsense. They Know about Lotor, and they know that the plan is to turn demigods away from the gods and that it would revive Kronos.

Some Backstory:

Krolia is not a demigod directly, she is a Legacy but an incredible good fighter and then she got with Ares. Krolia met Texas after being pregnant with Keith. (insert here an incident Texas going all, wow pregnant lady you alright?) And wao, they hit it off really, enough to Krolia consider to have a mortal normal life…normal as it could be. And Keith was born and they were a family for little time but then rumors started about Kronos awakening slowly  and that Keith would be in the middle of the THAT war and that the Romans where starting to not hear from the gods and suddenly it all started to be more than rumors so she decided to leave them and try to stop whatever was happening from inside. And she left them with  a janus coin so he could know something about his roots and , making texas promise he wouldn’t let keith go to any of the camps and Texas was like OKAY but he died when Keith was 10 or something and Keith ended up in camp Half blood anyway…. And she didn’t know until this moment when her son was in front of her and now she knows texas is dead and everything is a little bit too sad.

Keith tells them what he knows from his quest, about shiro about the arena about allura about the rogue demigods and about the other good demigods working with Matt he is basically full of good info and it gave them the ultimate details to do finish their STRIKE the  that has to be ASAP before that whole army marches to mt Othrys  and puts in danger the entire world. And Keith is like….but for Kronos to gain all his power he will need more time…that is what Matt said. And they explain that the one danger in Mount Ostrys is no other than Atlas himself and if someone takes the sky from him The General of Kronos would be Free and that would mean The End. 

And that is how the entire secret roman group Keith is now part of goes to the place where the big army is reuniting: The Arena (btw this is the group that has Ariadne’s String and that’s how they can use the Labyrinth )

THEN

We have the three groups all reuniting in the same place.Adam Hunk and Shiro want to rescue the innocent mortals Allura Lance and Pidge are there to know what the in the hades is going onKeith is there with the Speculatores to stop the armyThe monsters are all ready to  part and in the podium there are Titans are guiding the army and some demigods allura recognises as ex- roman campers, and they say the found a way to navigate the labyrinth and that they are going to san francisco immediately to liberate their general and to meet with the Romans who are also tired of the god’s nonsense, between the horrible noises monsters did in agreement. Allura is seeing how this only could be possible with the help of someone INSIDE camp Jupiter but she doesnt want it to be Lotor. and asks herself why Reah didn’t say anything when she send Allura to CHB. Lance and Pidge see that the mist is really wearing off and that Allura is tired to the bone so they start to head to the exit but it is cramped with monsters, and a random demigod spots Lance and they are in REAL problems now that the baddies are have seen him, but not…them SO…..Lance does the sensible thing and tells Pidge that it is important to get Allura to Camp Jupiter and he directs the attention to himself. 

 Adam Shiro and Hunk are using a moment when all the baddies are distracted with something to open the cells of the mortals (thanks lock picking  Adam abilities via hermes) and they get to Shay, she tells them that Allura Lance and Pidge are there..NOw the monsters being distracted and furious make sense and it is horrifying . SHiro jumps to go to look for them despise Adam telling him to wait that he feels something is Not Right and he is getting really frustrated with shiro because of his hero complex and there is when HUnk tells Adam that probably is because Shiro  has more of a survivors complex since the moment he arrived to camp half blood without them, that probably even when he was in the arena he felt more lucky than matt and  him since he was alive. Adam is like, damn him, and HUnk is like MAYHAPS if you too talked you could get somewhere YOU KNOW, being under heavy circumstances can really make anyone  have a crooked perspective and that it is what always happens with old machines that often people dont know it but they work like that too. and you just have to be kind and  work with that new perspective to be able to see the present and what is happening and not what it is supposed to be happening. 

Shiro finds Pidge and Allura first and send them to where adam and hunk are close to the cells, and Pidge tells him that Lance did probably the most stupid thing ever  but there is a WALL of monsters and is being really difficult to get to where Lance is and curses his entire existence for being underground and not having the space for flying or lightening or nothing and he feels USELESS AF

Keith is with his new roman secret organisation intending to work again from the shadows, after hearing the plan or the army heading to mt othrys the plan to take as many monsters down right there right then is the best. They plan to blow the  arena and send the majority of monsters direct to tartarus or some pit deep down. But then, there is the shift in the monsters attention and when Keith and others go to investigate from one of the upper levels of the tribune before, you know, blowing the whole thing up. From there…He sees is mother fucking Lance and his heart stops or beats faster…Lance is alone  surrounded by so many monsters that it is ridiculous and holding a number lance is in “who wants to go against ME first uh? maybe this is the lucky day any of you get to kill a beautiful son of Aphrodite OR maybe I could kill you?? who knows!!”and “That telekhine thinks he is better than all the empousai look at him! he is gonna strike first! are the empousai so weak they are gonna let him win? really?”and pinning the  monsters against each other and it is ridiculous and charming  but over all dangerous because it is obvious to Keith Lance could not go if 3 or more of the monster decided to attack together. So he tells the other speculators to wait 5 minutes so he can save Lance, they say 1 or they might miss the opportunity to blow the most important titans.  So that is the best he can get. Keith starts going down to the arena where Lance is, resolved to his bones to WIN and pulverise anything that dares harm his… friend

Lance has been streaking of with his bow any monster who is falling for his taunt and pinning some of them against each other but arrows are limited and he lost his sword back with the Kampe. Monsters seem to be picking up that too because the circle is getting tighter and there is no way out but if he is going down he is going down fighting. Keith gets to him 

-queue to some serious Ares Blessing Moment-

 Lance shoots his last  two arrows and starts hitting monsters with his bow …and then Keith is in front of him , red glow around him and practically…invincible. Lance is half jealous, but also half in awe. Keith is more than a natural wielding not one but two swords (his spatha and a new golden gladius) (was that even possible??) The monsters who were all focused in Lance didn’t see Keith coming at them Keith passed him his spatha in the middle of the fight and it was even better than when they were sparring at camp. They didn’t need words to know what to do and they were holding it well against the monsters and it felt that, at that rhythm two demigods did had an opportunity to come out alive. A second later shiro’s metal arm appeared harming  a monster, and Keith just yells at shiro “The floor!” and takes lance, holds on to shiro and BAM-

There is no more floor! the explosion takes half of the Arena , many monsters start falling and shiro is concentrating the entire power he is channelling from the very deep of his gut into not letting these two demigods and himself fall with the rest of the confused monsters. The explosion gave him enough wind to fly a bit and it is the best he has felt since entering the damned labyrinth. And soon gets them to their even larger group.

- NOW they are all reunited!

They are all happy to be reunited again, but it is Big Awkward tm. Lance was SO close of dying so many times it stopped making sense, Keith  is a roman Legacy,Adam is alive but spend a weird amount of time on tartarus and then with the baddies and that mess up any demigod,  shiro and him have a silent treatment going (weighted by all  the things they want to say to to each other that have been accumulating for they time apart) Allura is a bit heartbroken and confused because everything she knows is going down, Pidge literally let Lance distract the monsters because it was the only logical thing to do but he is also her friend and it was…not a good decision and she knows it. And Hunk, the Hephaestus child is trying his hardest in keeping them going somewhere. while taking the rescued mortals out of the labyrinth.So they head to the next exit they find to regroup and think what they are going to do.

Allura met the boss speculators augusti, Kolivan , and she is shocked something so secret has been running alongside her camp for so long…but she is relieved not all romans are on the bad side and gives her hope that camp jupiter has survived so many things They tell her to not open suspicion to lotor when they get to san francisco…so they have more of an element of surprise to defeat him.The Roman BoM is down to closing any doors from inside the labyrinth, rescue any other mortal that could be helping the army and Get to camp mt othrys, after all they have ariadne;s string to navigate that hellhole.

Lance is decided to follow Pidge advice and reallt talk to Keith, after all they were working well together, it has been a life or death situation but somehow it felt just right , being with keith, fighting side by side, it felt like they could do anything.

“Hey man…Thanks for saving m- “and keith interrupts him angry and welp, that is so not what lance was expecting “are you insane? WHAT? what the fuck where you thinking, are you a martyr? do you have a death wish? if you ever get in some stupid situation like that again I….” and keith shuts up but Lance follows anyway, “you what? UH KEITH? you WHAT!? “Keith: “just get out of the way and let the others do their job” and thats is the last drop for lance,”am i in the way? YOU are on mine. you are always on my way. I know you think i cant do this , you think so low of me that i cant survive on my own, we all know you are so good , a Natural, well, you are not the only capable hero-” Keith :”ï dont care about being a stupid hero! “ Lance: “WELL, I DO” lance is about to cry and is when  keith knows he cant keep being around lance, he doesn’t want him in danger and Lance will only keep heading first to complete that damned quest. Keith  knows lance is good he is what heroes are made of and honesty that scares him. Heroes don’t have happy endings, right?.  Lance just stands up and goes. It all was a mistake, going to Keith was a mistake and he was a fool for believe he and keith were even playing on the same field because every time it seems they have something going it ends up even worse.

and keith is not even surprised it all ended up badly he knows the demigod way and it is that for every good thing that happens, something worse is coming: adam is alive - he seems like he’s seen death, he found the truth about himself - the romans are this close on bringing Kronos back, he gets close to lance fighting side by side - apparently lance hates him, SO…ketith decides to go with his mom , “after all adma is here, you are six now for the quest , and…we will find each other again at mt othrys or camp jupiter”  he tells them 

And the guy just…LEAVES. everyone is a like “don’t be a stranger, see yah soon,  BYEEEE” well, Keith found his family his entire legacy thing so…they  show all the support they can . BUt Lance, he cant believe Keith is quitting! now that is betrayal even so…he was the one who tell Keith to leave(him alone).

Keith disappears through the labyrinth with his mom and the Speculatores and the rest of the team is left to get to camp Jupiter and try to stop Lotor  before Kronos Army gets to Mount Othrys and free the titan Atlas.

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Disclaimer: 

SO YOU KNOW, the speculatores Augusti  existed and were distinguished by special secret boots, all is super secret and i thought it fitted perfectly to the Blade of Marmora.

I use Kronos even when referring to Romans because changing names too much confuses me :T

[set-phasers-to-whump]

whumptober day 29

prompt: numb

whumpee: matt murdock

this got longer than it was supposed to be so im sorry if its a little tedious (also i feel like i didn’t touch on the whump a whole lot??? idk hope this isnt too bad)

“You’re gonna tell us what you know about our little operation.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be persuaded.”

Matt was in a bit of a sticky situation, not an unusual occurrence. What was unusual was that he hadn’t even been looking for trouble. He’d just found himself in it. 

Well. He hadn’t gone looking for trouble tonight, anyway. He might’ve brought this trouble upon himself with a half-Nelson & Murdock, half-Daredevil investigation into some extremely shady real-estate deals that he was pretty sure had ties to the mob. But he hadn’t been out searching for anyone tonight. He’d just been walking home from the bar, and then he’d been ambushed by a pedestrian and dragged into an alley. 

So. Not the ideal night. But he could make do. There were too many people to fight off at once, but he was fairly certain he could talk his way out of this-he’d been ambushed in his normal clothes, which meant these people only knew him as the lawyer Matt Murdock. 

“What is your little operation, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Murdock,” said a man from in front of him.

“Vince Romano, I assume?” Matt asked. He hadn’t yet run across Vince, who was supposedly the real-estate agent in charge of these deals.

“That would be me. And I’m gonna ask again. What do you know about my business?”

“Oh, not much,” Matt said. “You buy buildings, have a crew fix ‘em up, and sell them at higher prices. That is typically how this works, I think.”

Of course, he knew far more than that-these buildings being purchased were being used as a front, he just hadn’t figured out for what. And Romano had several connections to the mob. So it wasn’t typical real-estate business. Not that he’d let Romano know he knew that.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, what do you know?”

“I told you all of it,” Matt replied, sounding bored. “What more do you want?”

“I told you what I want.”

“And I told you what I know.”

“Okay.” And Romano stepped back. The man holding Matt still, however, only tightened his grip. Matt heard something being removed from a container-not a knife, maybe…

A needle jabbed into his arm. He yelped in surprise. “What was that for?”

“For not telling me what I asked.”

“What is it?” 

“You don’t need to know. Now. You’re already blind, Mr. Murdock. What I’ve just injected you with is going to numb your entire body. You will lose the sense of touch, then your limbs will cease to function. I have another serum lined up here-” he tapped a glass bottle- “that will take away your other remaining senses after that. Now are you willing to talk?”

Matt shuddered as he felt the serum begin to course through his body. He needed a plan, needed to get out, but he kept thinking of what was about to happen to him-and then it happened, and suddenly his whole body was numb, and his legs gave out from under him. He couldn’t feel his limbs, couldn’t feel the arms that must’ve been holding him up wrapped around him. He tried to move his arms, but found they wouldn’t cooperate. Experimentally, he opened his mouth and said, “I told you what I know,” which came out fairly clearly. 

“You really wanna keep beating that horse? I’ll just give you the other serum now then.”

“No!” Matt shouted. “No, no, I’ll-” there was no way out of this- “I’ll tell you.”

“Do go ahead.”

So he divulged all of his information, his speculations, his suspicions. He knew it was a bad idea, but frankly, he’d been out of options-he couldn’t lose all of his senses. And he had no way of knowing if or when the serum would wear off. So he’d made a logical decision. He hated it, hated that he was willing to give up his information for his own sake, but he knew he had to. 

“Hm. Not as much as I would have thought. Sure you don’t have any more?”

“That’s really all I know,” Matt said, trying to keep his voice even. “I swear.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t believe you.”

And a second needle was pushed into his arm, and he screamed, but then he couldn’t hear himself scream, and the scents of the city faded away, and he couldn’t taste the slight tang of blood that’d been on his tongue from when he’d been grabbed. 

He was aware of being released, and falling to the ground. He didn’t feel the impact, didn’t sense the people leaving, didn’t sense anything at all…

How long he laid there, he wasn’t sure. He was fairly sure he was crying. He might’ve been screaming. He couldn’t tell. 

Slowly, however, his sense of hearing returned. Which didn’t help much, except that he could hear the tears dripping off of his face and onto the ground. Then his sense of smell returned, and he could again smell the city, the trash, the salt on his cheeks, the blood in his mouth. Taste then returned, which didn’t do a lot except make him wish it’d go back away, as the metallic taste of blood became evident at the back of his throat. 

He still couldn’t feel, couldn’t move. He started really panicking then. What if that first serum had been permanent? What was he supposed to do? He’d guessed that it was early, early morning, perhaps around 3:00. Few people would be out on this block. He couldn’t move, so he couldn’t call anyone...he guessed he was pretty far back in the alley, so nobody would see him. So there was nothing for it-he’d just have to make some noise and hope someone heard him. 

“Hello?” he tried calling. Nobody responded. 

“I’m in the alley!” he added. Still nothing. 

Then his phone rang-Foggy-but of course he couldn’t answer it, since he couldn’t move. He tried frantically to shift his body even a little, to get the phone out of his pocket, but it was hopeless. 

His phone rang again. What was Foggy even doing awake so early? Matt wondered. 

A horrible thought then occurred to him-what if Vince and his goons had done something to Foggy? What if they’d threatened him? Or worse, what if they’d hurt him, and were using his phone to contact Matt?

The phone rang a third time, then abruptly hung up. Matt sighed and decided to shout for help again. Still nothing.

It was a few minutes before anything happened. Foggy called yet again, and this time, he was able to move his leg-ever so slightly, but he heard it drag against the concrete. He hadn’t been able to feel the movement, which was an extremely strange sensation, but he’d moved! 

“Matt!” 

“Foggy?”

He heard Foggy’s footsteps as he entered the alley, quickening as Foggy presumably caught sight of him.

“Matt! Thank god you’re okay!”

“Did Vince come to you?”

“What? Yeah, he told me what he did to you, warned me to back off...are you okay?”

“Sort of? I can’t move much and I can’t feel anything, but other than that I’m fine.”

He heard Foggy crouch down beside him, his knees hitting the concrete. 

“I’m moving your jacket,” Foggy explained. “It looks...wet.”

Did it? Matt wondered. He hadn’t been able to feel himself get wet, obviously, but this was an alley, he could’ve landed in a puddle…

“Holy shit, Matt, you’re bleeding!”

“I’m what?”

“Bleeding, Matt! Did you not notice?”

“All my senses were gone, Fog. And I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Would’ve thought I’d have bled out by now.”

“It hasn’t been very long,” Foggy said. “Vince just came to me like ten minutes ago.”

Huh. He would have thought it’d been longer. 

“Okay, I’m gonna take you to the hospital, alright?”

Matt was often opposed to the hospital, and this occasion was no exception.

“No way. There are way too many things to explain. We don’t want to make Vince more angry at us.”

Foggy hated to admit it, but Matt had a point. “What do you want to do instead, then?” he asked. 

“You’ve stitched me up before,” Matt pointed out. “Plus, I can’t feel anything at the moment. So. Win-win.”

It was most definitely not a win-win, but it was something, at least. 

“Fine,” Foggy said. They weren’t far from his apartment, so he carefully hefted Matt into his arms, staggering against his weight but managing to stay upright. They arrived back at his house in a few minutes. 

Matt still couldn’t feel anything, but he had been pleased to note he could move his legs fully again. He swung them experimentally in Foggy’s arms.

“Stop that,” Foggy muttered. “I’m gonna drop you.”

“I can move my legs again,” Matt pointed out.

“That’s great, but please don’t do it right now. I’m about to climb some stairs and I really don’t need any distractions.”

“Put me down, then. I can walk.”

“Can you?”

“I can move my legs, can’t I?”

But it turned out that being able to move your legs and being able to walk were two separate things, and Matt’s legs crumpled beneath him.

Foggy sighed and picked him up again. The stairs were slow-going, but finally, mercifully, they made it into Foggy’s apartment. 

“I’m gonna get my first-aid kit,” Foggy said, setting Matt on his couch. He’d have to wash out the blood at some point, he realised. That would be fun.

Foggy returned with his supplies. He had indeed stitched Matt up before, so he knew what he was doing, and was quickly onto his first stitch.

Of course, the numbness had to wear off in the middle of Foggy’s stitching. 

Matt gasped in pain. “Stop! Stop!”

“Not numb anymore?”

“No!”

“I’m almost done, Matt. Just hold on.”

Matt took a shuddering breath, focusing on the feeling that had returned to the rest of his body, instead. Foggy’s couch was soft, his hair was sticky, his clothes were wrinkled and uncomfortable. 

And his torso was on fire. Getting stitched up never got any less painful, no matter how many times it happened. 

Foggy finished his stitches and quickly disappeared to get some painkillers. Matt took them greedily and laid down, trying to take deep breaths and even out the pain, but failing. Being stabbed was one thing-he’d been stabbed plenty of times before. But losing his senses, being completely unable to do anything...that was new. It was scary. 

“It’s okay,” Foggy said softly, reassuringly. A gentle hand brushed his cheek. He hadn’t even been aware he was crying. 

“It was so scary...I couldn’t do anything, Foggy! Nothing, just...laid there. I could’ve bled out, and I wouldn’t’ve known a thing.”

Foggy had no words for his friend. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it must’ve been, to lose all sense of...everything like that. To be completely helpless. So he didn’t say anything. He stood up, grabbed a blanket from a chair, laid it over Matt, and sat on the floor in front of him, back to the couch. He reached up and grabbed Matt’s hand. 

“It’s over now,” Foggy said. “You’re not numb anymore.”

this kinda sucks, sorry!!! thanks so much if you read it!!

[readbythestarlight]

c2e28

“This flask is Taliesin’s new character” shut up Sam don’t mock us

They’re FINALLY going to go check out the Taskers and i swear if Taliesin’s character isn’t with them I’m gonna die

(unless this is all a trick and Taliesin is just hanging out until Molly can reasonably be brought back…)

Caleb stepping in and doing some strategizing both makes me proud and makes me sad because I guarantee he was great at that before Everything happened

Beau and Caleb disagreeing over a spider

“Shady Debaters Debate Team” I would wear that shirt

Nila wants to use her lighting let her fuck people up with her lightning draw people outside for her to fry please

Yes please get yourself some goddamn healing potions

YAAAAS NILA HAS HEALING WORDS

and good berries xD

GUYS I STILL LOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD STILL DIE FOR HER

The Bone Orchard…ooooooo

Necromancers maybe?

Please go to the Taskers first I feel like Taliesin has to be with them

If people have been torturning Jester I’m gonna cry she’s too sweet for this

Nila’s smell bag is so cute y’all stop teasing her

“You are relying on me, I’m very happy” sHE’S SO PURE

Oh shiiiiit she just saved them from freaky forest ground monsters that’s my girl!

GRAVE SITE I’M TELLING YA ITS NECROMANCERS

Caleb getting tired of the debate and just heading over the gate

Not just carelessly flinging herself after him smh

Spooooooky place I don’t know how I feel about this

YAAAAAAAAS THEY FOUND HIM HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHH OF COURSE HE LIVES IN A GODDAMN GRAVEYARD I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE IS THE ULTIMATE GOTH

HE’S A FIRBOLG???

“Caduceus Clay” AND HES A CLERIC GOD BLESS Jester will be delighted that she doesn’t have to do all the healing anymore

Caduceus seems delightful I’m delighted I MISSED YOU TALIESIN

fuck i love him already

he’s like the goddamn grave keeper TALIESIN COULD YOU HAVE GONE ANY MORE GOTH

B: “You’re drinking dead-people tea?”

Cad: “Aren’t we all?”

THE. ULTIMATE. GOTH.

…can’t bring Molly back. I’m not surprised at all given that it would be weird to bring his own character back, but still. That’s okay. It’s fine.

He just figured he’d sit there with his tea until someone came to help him leave lol

C: “Welcome to the Mighty Nein”

Cad: “There’s only, uh—“

B: “DON’T overthink it”

Nott shooting Beau to test Cad’s healing xD

FRUMPKIN NO DONT KILL HIM

fuuuuuuuck he dead

they needed him god dammit

HE’S ALIVE

ALIVE BY 1

I can’t decide if this is going to be a disaster, them going after them again right now, or???

LETS NOT SPLIT UP AT ALL EVEN JUST TO KILL TWO GUARDS

Taking off her armor is a horrible idea guys

Guest!Ashley has the cutest face and the purest laugh??? I love her

While we’re on break I’m trying to decide, is it weird that Taliesin chose to play a cleric when they already have a cleric? Part of me is like “what if he did that because he knew they were gonna need the temporary heals and he’s just gonna stick around as Cad until Jester is back and then he’s gonna rez Molly” and part of me is just like bfs girl Molly is gone let him go??

I don’t think I’ll be able to move on from Molly for sure though until the M9 move on from Shady Creek, with Cad tagging along.

Frumpkin the 3-HP spider

Not asking Cad questions nervously is adorable

Beau just sticking her face in the bag for the luck orb xD

Caleb: talks about breaking a guy’s skull

Nila: “excellent”

Poor Taliesin having to figure out a whole new character. He’d barely really figured out Molly yet.

20 for a perception check nice job Keg!

Sumalee accidentally meta gaming is honestly just cute enough that i don’t even care she could metagame all day and i’d be fine with it

HERE THEY GOOOOO

Matt looks so lost xD

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM BEAU/CALEB/NILA

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM KEG/NOTT/CAD

good rolls, good rolls…

YAAAAS GO KEG!

YAAAAAS NILA BASH HIM DO IT GIRL she’s been waiting to kill someone for so long

goddamn they handled that SO WELL LOOK AT THEM IM SO PROUD

“one was just enjoying the wind, and then darkness forever” Matt xD

Goddamn I can’t believe they pulled that off so well. Lorenzo better watch the fuck out.

Are we calling him Clay then because I liked Cad

Frumkpin the flying spider?? Methinks they all forgot Caleb made him a spider

Nila’s so excited to have like 32 gold she’s so cute you guys

Keg get another nat20 for stealth

okay… are they really unnoticed I’m nervous

B: “Look at the—look at the windows, too.”

Cad: “They’re nice.”

I love hiiiiiim

We can’t go get friends tho because they’re not HERE YET

Boy I can’t wait to see this map

Liam missing his rogue days hardcore right now lol

YAAAAS Taliesin with the nat20 deception I was so scared

“I’m gonna have an ulcer after this game” fucking SAME

Ashley and Sam holding hands like SAME god the stress

Also heck yeah we’re uncovering the maaaaap!

Liam is just very thoroughly uncovering the map

fuck don’t squish Frumpkin

“Hey Phil come help me kill this spider!”

Oh thank god good job poofing him out Caleb

I’m serous guys I love Caleb coming up with plans and leading the group in Fjord’s absence I love it

WAIT

YOU CANT SEND NOTT IN BY HERSELF

DONT DO THAT

FUCK

WE CANT AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE GANG GUYS

NOT NOTT

Hey Caleb can you teach Nott the door unlocking spell?

Keg: “Nott. Be careful.”

Nott: “…Do you care about me?”

K: “…Yeah.”

N: *happy wiggle*

Fuck I don’t like this they were doing so well but this is going to be a disaster

A NAT1

FUUUUUUUUUCK

KILL THEM

fuck it was going so well god DAMMIT Caleb this was a BAD PLAN

God they’re not even all together I am literally so afraid right now

Yessss hasted Keg

fuckfuckfuck im literally so fucking scared right now

okay good they missed Not

FUCK ‘EM UP NILA

NO SAVE THE TOTEM FOR LORENZO

SAVE IT NILA

SAVE IT

poison spray yesss that sounds nice and 12pts damage good girl

poor Sam has such a hard time with his rogue skills

NOTT STOP RUNNING AHEAD

GOD Y’ALL DID MOLLY TEACH YOU NOTHING

fuck them up Keg

Yessssss kill him Keg my hero

Hasted Keg is the best man 4 attacks? She’s helping make up for a lack of Yasha

Keg getting between Nott and danger is so sweet I’m crying is she trying to make sure Molly does’t happen all over again

I would also die for Keg you guys

Sorry Phil you dead

BITCH HAS YASHA’S SWORD

FUCK HER UP

Wait until you get in the room above the trap door at least Nila

I adore her

PHIL DON’T YOU TOUCH NILA

yesssss he misses

NOTT

DONT FUCKING GO NEAR THE BARBARIAN

“IM THINKING OF REMOVING MY SPINE… CAUSE IT’S ONLY HOLDING ME BACK! :D”

holy shit Nott put her prone I’m crying I’m sorry I doubted you Nott

Fuck up the barbarian Keg yessss

Action surge means what what is that it’s cool

NAT20 YAAAAAS Keg is the BEST you guys

What I’m taking from this is that women name Ashley make the best lady characters and get the job done

why are you spending key points in non-combat when Lorenzo is still out there somewhere

Oh jeez are Cad or Nila close enough to heal Keg if she needs it??

DON’T TAKE AWAY HASTE

fuck

Liam and Matt gonna fight lol

Let Nila beat the door in

MOMMA POWERS ACTIVATE and she beats in the door HELL YEAH

Maybe she should have saved the totem for IN the trap door?

Sumalee is so concerned that she’s gonna make a mistake it’s cute

UH I KNOW IT’S A JOKE BUT YOU CAN TAKE TALIESIN’S NEW CHARACTER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS SOMEONE ELSE CAN DIE

Cad coming in with the heals heck yes

“A cleric who likes to heal! It’s amazing” LOL Sam. My thoughts exactly though

This isn’t going terrible but it isn’t going great and I’m worried about what they will have left when it comes time to face Lorenzo

YEAAAAAH HDYWTDT CALEB HECK YES somebody grab Yasha’s sword

also damn Caleb you get vicious with that fire

oh baby

please don’t freak again Molly isn’t here to forehead kiss you out of it

Aw first time he managed not to have issues

Maybe Lorenzo isn’t home… that would be great…

Or he’s downstairs…

Damn, Taliesin, that’s so amazingly morbid and fantastic. Just melting them away into fertilizer.

Nott apologizing for not being able to unlock the door and Caleb reassuring her that it’s not her fault. My heart.

Trapped door.

They are all getting silly xD

Oh god okay here we go

“I like pink better than purple” Liam how dare you

Manacles again ffs Matt

God a whole underground place

“He’s looking for green or blue or goth”

Fuuuuck they gotta get through at least 3 more??

And still no Lorenzo

fuck i don’t like thiiiiiiis

Lorenzo is absolutely in there. If he was upstairs he would have come down.

You’re assuming that there isn’t another way out that they could escape through and flank you

Matt’s like “I just got the downstairs map out guys”

Cad/Clay/Whatever like “let’s just?? ask??”

Oh no

stop him

“fucking Phil, ammiright?”

fuck this son of a bitch up

16 damage fuck him uppppp Nila!

fuck him uuuuup Keg!

fuck him up Clay!

fuck him up Nott!

Clay just… turning him into mulch I’m crying

Damn I’m so impressed they took care of that so well

fuck traps

PLEASE LET NILA’S BABY BE OKAY

Nila being such a mom is my favorite like I’m so here for the peaceful person who has never hurt anyone, but will fuck you UP for touching their loved ones

SOMEONE HEAL ASSAR

IM CRYING

MATT STOP IT

it’s fine I’m only crying a little

“be well. be well my son.”

I’m very much crying

Let her rip it open Matt let her do it

Okay Nila it’s okay let Nott try or Caleb then if Nott can’t

SAM stop with the 1s!!

SHES GOT HER FAMILY BACK AGAIN I CRYYYYYYY

the power of love is stronger than metal bars hell yes

“I love it when it works for the narrative!” lol Matt at his most DM-i-est

FAMILY HUG ITS FINE IM NOT CRYING

oh god I’m gonna miss Nila so much

WE LOVE YOU NILA I HOPE WE SEE YOU AGAIN SOME DAY

FIRBOLG HUG

I’ve cried way too much these past like idk 7 episodes

Nila is forever a member of the M9 y’all save that feather

it’s fine

it’s totally fine

How many members of the M9 are there now

Fjord Jester Caleb Nott Beau Molly Yasha, then Shakaste, Cali, Kiri, Keg, Nila, and now Clay.

God this was such a good episode.

Caduceus is great guys. He’s different enough from Molly not to make me heartsore, and I think he’ll bring a nice new dynamic? I’m not at all disappointed by him (not that I expected to be, I knew Taliesin wouldn’t let us down).

I’m gonna miss Nila so much. Like Marisha said, she was the softness the group needed.

I can’t believe Sumalee has never properly played before! That’s amazing! She was amazing! I hope I can be half that great at my first proper game!

And I’m so excited to see how it goes next week, live from GenCon! Excited to see how this section wraps up. It’s gonna be amazing.

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50 more interesting questions

Rules: fill this out and tag at least one person you’d like to know more about! Or just fill it out! Or don’t! Answer only some of them! Make up your own questions! “What kind of requirement is that”, you ask? A reasonable one! Who am I to tell you what to do? Anything goes!

Tagged by @incorrectmidc i had this open for days and i answered a few questions per night lol @o0w0o and @deathbymidnightcinderella  <3

1. What kind of food can’t you stand? spicy stuff and umm food loaded with exotic spices / herbs

2. If you could choose one minor inconvenience to never have to deal with again, what would you pick? my mouse ending up double clicking after a year or so

3. Have you got any useless talents? i have way too much trivia and animal facts. plus random skills with no practical use. oh and playing the piano is also a useless talent for me since i don’t really “use” it

4. If you were really really good at one thing, what would it be? my answer isn’t an “if” thing lol. i have a really good memory. it really helps with mostly anything i do + it makes studying easier. but sometimes people think it’s creepy that i remember little things about them, they think i keep notes about them or something lol-- but i really do just remember.

5. Name a few people you think are extremely good-looking - umm neil caffrey (matt bomer) from white collar, nick burkhardt (david giuntoli) from grimm, daniel shaw (brandon routh) from chuck -- i seem to have a type haha. omg i forgot jo in-sung. i’ve always thought he was handsome! 

6. What was your favorite way to pass the time as a kid? i was a pretty boring kid. i just read books, watched cartoons, and organized things. as a kid i’d look at my toys but never really play with them because i liked seeing them all set up nicely. i just kept collecting stuff i liked. the most i’d do that’s remotely active was play with my dogs

7. What is something you’re proud of? i do well academically and i learn fast. and somehow i’m proud of how i’ve remained the same over the years.

8. What’s one character flaw in people that you just can’t tolerate? i don’t know if this is considered a character flaw but i really dislike poor manners haha. it drives me crazy when people open their mouth while chewing or if it’s too noisy. i die a bit inside. besides table manners and manners in general, i dislike people who are rowdy during inappropriate times.

9. Do you consider yourself to be more of a leader or a follower? both but to avoid stress sometimes i just want to follow. i’m a bit of a perfectionist / rule follower so i get frustrated a lot. i know not everyone is like a machine but it’s hard with my ocd lol. and no this isn’t just me saying ocd like most people when referring to certain things, i actually do have it and i have medication for it

10. What kind of student are/were you? normal i guess. i got along well with people, i didn’t fail anything, and i never rebelled or did anything wild. it was uneventful lol. i’m still technically a student now, but i see it more as an adult thing.

11. Butterfly effect question! Has there ever been a seemingly minor decision you’ve made (at the time) that ended up having a profound influence on your life? i’m sure everyone has one

12. Name your most irrational fear/aversion well it’s not a fear per se, but i have an aversion to most asian food, sorta? the smell sets me off especially if it has a bunch of spices or herbs in it. my nose is just sensitive and i get affected easily by strong scents. but i’m fine with japanese food, maybe some korean and chinese stuff. for fears, iono, i don’t think it’s irrational to be afraid of spiders and big cockroaches ><

13. Are there any fictional characters you find especially relatable? a bunch haha but it’s mostly people associating them with me first. i’m not tsundere..... how dare they

14. If you drink, what kind of drunk are you? Alternatively, what sort of person are you at parties? i don’t think i’ve ever gotten drunk the way people imagine people getting drunk to be like. i remain the same except i get a headache. i don’t really change at all. and in parties i guess i just stay close to my friends. stranger danger lmao

15. Do you fall in love easily? Or does it usually take a long time for you to trust someone? umm no i do not. i mean i can trust them fine but i don’t think i can believe their feelings until they can prove it isn’t just a short time attraction. i’m in for long term stuff so i don’t really wanna waste time if it’s not headed there. but yeah currently in a long term relationship

16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends? having fewer friends makes it easier for me to update all of them without getting tired of repeating the same story over and over haha

17. Do you consider yourself to be more of a slob or a neat-freak? always organized and no one’s allowed to touch my things haha

18. Describe a place (imaginary or real) that you would find incredibly cozy i’ve always wanted a seating area near a huge window with a good view, bunch of pillows, earphones + music

19. Do you have kids? If not, do you want them someday? nah i don’t think i can handle it. i’d probably go insane trying to control them and making them become my idea of what a person should be like

20. What was your favorite book as a child? the chronicles of narnia, still love it to this day because it’s really written well

21. Name one thing you just don’t get what all the hype is about WHAT IN THE WORLD DOES A FIDGET SPINNER DO -- yeah i’m sorry, i think it’s stupid

22. Name one thing that you think is tragically underrated i should have an answer for this but i totally forgot lol

23. If you had to be glued to a person for a month, real or fictional (who you have never met), who would you choose? since im in the midcin fandom i’ll just say byron

24. What’s something you’d like the chance to do someday? visit all the haunted places i’ve ever read about, and prolly explore old ruins. i was way into archaeological finds etc way back

25. Do you typically speak your mind when you have a controversial opinion? Or do generally prefer to not rock the boat? i try to say it in the most courteous way possible. i can’t keep it to myself because it would bother me and my mind would just dwell on it forever but i also don’t like offending people haha

26. What’s the dumbest fad you’ve been caught up in? sTiCkY cApS in chat (but i stopped after a month okay, and i was 12)

27. What’s something you thought was cool as a kid/adolescent, but now cringe at yourself for? typing in sTiCkY CaPs. kill 12 year old me pls

28. What’s a trait you consider to be very admirable? being kind and yet still firm when needed even when it comes to friends. i really admire people who don’t just blindly agree with their peers

29. Is there a particular kind of item people always tend to give you as gifts? (For instance, people always get you things with ducks on them because you like ducks, etc.) people give me stuff with owls, bears, hedgehogs, or stars because i love them. i also love stationery and pens. i like getting different colors and i never use them. i just keep them forever haha

30. Do you speak multiple languages? Which ones? i know a bit of stuff from other languages but not enough to be proud of it. i don’t want to be a poser and claim yeaaaahh i speak this and that lol

31. Would you rather live in the big city or the countryside? city please. i hate the quiet countryside. it’s like if someone comes to kill you and there’s no one around and you’d be all “this is why i should’ve been in the city with people everywhere”

32. Has there ever been something you were certain you’d hate, but ended up loving? byron wagner from midcin. when i first started and i saw him i was all, ehh eyepatch dude. so edgy. lmao. i even purposely skipped him during certain events and i regret that now.

33. Do you mind being the center of attention, or do you prefer the spotlight to be on someone else? i don’t want to be the center of attention, i’d feel awkward

34. Favorite holiday? the usual, christmas and new years eve... but i miss having an actual christmas where it isn’t summer...

35. Are you a more go-with-the-flow type of person, or do you need to have things planned meticulously? i always have a plan lol

36. Is there something you loved so much you wish you could forget it and experience it all over again? (A tv show, book, series–anything.) hmm, i can watch something over and over with no problem. all good

37. What hobbies do you have? reading (but it’s mostly fantasy and sci-fi), watching crap, annoying my dogs, playing video games, making stories in my head. I WISH I COULD WRITE AND DO IMAGERY WELL. oh well

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have? the ability to moisturize instantly, one click. that’ll save me time daily

39. Something people are always surprised to learn about you that i like video games and anime lol. and that i’m happy to talk to them T_T

40. Something that took you way too long to figure out i still don’t know how to knife. how to knife~ i mean how to slice things or chop things or do anything in the kitchen

41. Worst injury you’ve had? is it considered an injury when you’ve had to get 4 major surgeries in a year? i mean i guess tending to / waiting for the surgery scars to get better can be considered an injury since it took a while and it was sorta a pain

42. Any morbid fascinations? umm, i can’t think of one

43. Describe your sense of humor i don’t really know lol. i make a lot of jokes and sometimes it breaks the mood for people lol

44. If you had to be born in another era/place, which would you choose? i really like princess stuff but the real medieval stuff would be dirty people who don’t take baths and really horrible stuff so maybe just the fantasy version of that + high speed internet

45. Something you are irredeemably bad at not rambling when i really like something. to the people who’ve ever had to listen to me whenever i got excited about something-- i’m sorry

46. Something that sucked but you’re glad you went through going to a nature retreat thing 3 months ago or something. i had no internet and it made me cry inside but i guess it was fine

47. Would you rather have a really godawful ugly tattoo in a place that is only slightly inconvenient to conceal with clothing (upper arm, thigh, etc.), or the coolest, most beautiful tattoo ever in the middle of your face? (Neither tattoo can be removed or concealed with makeup, and the ugly tattoo will deeply offend anyone who sees it.) i don’t really want tattoos in general so i guess the ugly one.

48. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist? optimist

49. What would be the most flattering compliment someone could give you? something that isn’t physical or shallow. i’d be really happy if people noticed my achievements or if they liked something about my personality-- or if they found me funny lol

50. Something you feel people often misunderstand about you that i’m not nice lol because i keep to myself unless spoken to irl + that unimpressed scowl i always have. it’s like my default facial expression!

not forcing anyone to do it since it’s very long, just tagging for the sake of tagging! and i think most of the people i know have already been tagged? i’ve seen this tagged post done by most of them lol

@ashnable @nimmywik @captiveotomeprincess @otometrashcan  @princessdiarymdc @arimii @madamemalfoy21 @kinkymint @oh-my-otome

[amoonlitmidnight]

decided to answer bc im bored

1.       If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

troye.

2.       Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

mine is going home. (will greyson will greyson)

3.       What do you think about most?

if c is okay.

4.      What does your latest text message from someone else say?

true.

5.       Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with.

6.      What’s your strangest talent?

i can make good pigeon noises.

7.       Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

girls are wonderful yet complicated. boys that are good exist, but you have to sort through many awful ones to find them.

8.      Ever had a poem or song written about you?

not that I know of.

9.      When is the last time you played the air guitar?

on the bus to Bellingham lacrosse game.

10.   Do you have any strange phobias?

I am afraid of growing too old to keep memories.

11.    Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

blue berry, but who hasn’t?

12.    What’s your religion?

half-assed catholic I guess?

13.    If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

playing lacrosse.

14.   Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind.

15.    Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

the 1975 bc im basic.

16.   What was the last lie you told?

don’t worry about it, its fine.

17.    Do you believe in karma?

to an extent, yes.

18.   What does your URL mean?

thought of it randomly one night.

19.   What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: relentless self-deprecation, to the point of believing that anybody complimenting me is out of pity.

strength: im funny.

20.  Who is your celebrity crush?

brendon urie or matty healy.

21.    Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

not yet.

22.   How do you vent your anger?

the vent app.

23.   Do you have a collection of anything?

important items/mementoes from the past year.

24.   Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

video chatting.

25.   Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

somewhat, but there’s always room for improvement.

26.   What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate: metal scraping/banging together, or other people blowing their nose.

love: laughter, rain

27.   What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if every choice ive made to get me to this point, didn’t happen?

28.  Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I believe that there are spirits of loved ones that look after us and guide us, but im not decisive about ghosts. aliens are 100% real, but maybe not in the way we expect.

29.   Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right: bedside table/lamp.

left: book (will greyson will greyson)

30.  Smell the air. What do you smell?

stuffy.

31.    What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

7th grade camp.

32.   Choose East Coast or West Coast?

west coast.

33.   Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

matty healy or troye sivan.

34.   To you, what is the meaning of life?

to do what makes you happy.

35.   Define Art.

any form of creation.

36.   Do you believe in luck?

yes.

37.   What’s the weather like right now?

sunny.

38.  What time is it?

2:01 pm.

39.   Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do not.

40.  What was the last book you read?

note to self.

41.   Do you like the smell of gasoline?

kinda.

42.   Do you have any nicknames?

g, stew, gstew, stewart

43.   What was the last movie you saw?

lion.

44.  What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

concussion.

45.   Have you ever caught a butterfly?

nope

46.  Do you have any obsessions right now?

troye.

47.   What’s your sexual orientation?

see #1

48.  Ever had a rumor spread about you?

yes, courtesy of matt.

49.  Do you believe in magic?

not really.

50.  Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yes.

51.    What is your astrological sign?

pisces.

52.   Do you save money or spend it?

spend it.

53.   What’s the last thing you purchased?

eyeliner, highliter, and primer at sephora.

54.   Love or lust?

love.

55.   In a relationship?

sadly, no.

56.   How many relationships have you had?

maybe one?

57.   Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

yes.

58.   Where were you yesterday?

last lacrosse game of the season at ballard, then alki

 59.   Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yes.

60.  Are you wearing socks right now?

no.

61.   What’s your favorite animal?

monkey.

62.   What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

be funny.

63.   Where is your best friend?

nonexistent.

64.  What is your heritage?

norwegian, irish, german i think

65.   What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

watching interstellar again.

66.  What do you think is Satan’s last name?

maybe he has one,  but he doesn’t need it. like beyonce.

67.   Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I’d like to think so.

68.  You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

let that dog die without a second thought.

69.  You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) maybe one or two people in particular, c for sure. but not everyone, instead I tell them what I have always wanted them to know.

b) I tell people what I have never been courageous enough to say, and spend time with loved ones.

c) I would be more content than afraid

70.   You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

you cannot love someone if there is no trust.

  71.    What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

more than life by whitley.

72.   What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

2935.

73.   In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

determination and unconditional love.

74.   How can I win your heart?

show me you love me, or else I wont believe you, and be able to have conversations late at night about deep shit.

75.   Can insanity bring on more creativity?

of course.

76.   What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

attending hna and trying out for lacrosse.

77.   What size shoes do you wear?

9 I think?

78.   What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

do not go gentle into that good night.

79.   What is your favorite word?

titties.

80.  Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

anatomical.

81.   What is a saying you say a lot?

me when…

82.  What’s the last song you listened to?

tokyo narita freestyle.

83.  Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

light blue, lavender, or faded pastel yellow.

84.  What is your current desktop picture?

was my north cascade summer team, now it’s a photo from the 1975 concert.

85.   If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

trump bc im unoriginal.

86.  What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

my feelings for someone.

87.   One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

call the cops, or just put in earbuds and listen to music really loud with my eyes closed to distract myself.

88.  You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

reading minds or shapeshifting objects.

89.  You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

the penetration practice.

90.  You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

odea vs lakeside game when I realized co wasn’t my friend anymore.

91.   You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

matty healy.

92.   You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Amsterdam.

93.   Do you have any relatives in jail?

not that I know of.

94.  Have you ever thrown up in the car?

yes, drank some week old orange juice.

95.   Ever been on a plane?

yes.

96.  If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? 

you do you, ill do me. we may not be doing the same things, but well both me happy.

[superpotatesme00]

(Pidgance Fanfic) by AIR

Notes:

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SO HERE IT IT^^

Becoming Aware

Chapter 3/4:

Pigeons Fly Away If You Chase Them.

Hunk was in the kitchen as usual. He was mixing up another new recipe with a level of enthusiasm that would kill a nonfood lover. His apron was tied neatly in the back and he was so methodical in his preparation that you wouldn’t have thought he studied at the Garrison but instead at some high-end culinary school. Sadly, Hunks enthusiasm only affected himself rather than have any affect on the people around him. Next to him leaned a tall lanky boy whose blue eyes were lost in daydream.

“Hey, Hunk. Am I gross?” The question left Lance’s lips as he turned away and leaned his lower back on the counter.

Hunk was a bit taken aback by the question. He didn’t stop what he was doing but instead simply arched his brows. Lance’s comment was…well unexpected.

“What??? Why would you think that Lance?” Lance stayed gazing at the ceiling as Hunk placed the meow chow in the oven.

“Well I mean, like- Pidge, has been all like…She’s been avoiding me.” Lance turned to face Hunk. “I was just wondering if like, ya know… She thinks I’m gross or something…”

Hunk eye’s turned to meet Lance’s. His face seemed desperate. He was confused and his eyes prayed that his own assumption was wrong. It was rare to see Lance this way. He was usually a confident guy. Painfully confident. So much so that it sucked the energy out of those around him. Hunk put down his mittens and quickly attempted to uplift his best friend’s mood.

“No no, Pidge has always been like that Lance-“

“AW QUIZZNACK! I mean WHO AM I KIDDING! Who would ever think this beautiful masterpiece is gross?! (*scoff*) Holy crow! I mean look at me dude I’m freaking gorgeous!”

Hunk closed his mouth. Yep, there he is.

“Whatever dude! I mean Pidge is probably just intimidated by my dashing good looks and jealous of my skills! Hahahha I mean, they don’t call me the “best shot” for nuthin! Why ELSE would she be avoiding me? Uhuh huh yeah that’s it!” Lance nodded in alliance with himself.

Hunk kept a straight face with his lips in a grim line.

“But Pidge is like a total genius Lance. I mean sure she isn’t as strong as us but hey what does she have to be jealous about?”

Lance hadn’t ended his rant. He continued to pace around, eye closed, with his thumb resting underneath his chin as he nodded along with his own outspoken thoughts.

He suddenly stopped mid-pace.

“A genius huh…? Well I mean that’s…true…But it’s not cool that bushy brows keeps avoiding me man! It’s like I'm not good enough to be ‘round her!? We’re supposed to be a team! And her telling me she’s a “girl” isn’t gonna change that!”

“Wait. Who said anything about her being a girl?”

“Huh? Wha-Nevermind…” Lance waved a hand in front of his face to swat away his mumbling.

“Well, I don't know dude…it’s not like she thinks she’s is better than us, just that she’s never been keen on being part of our team. Even back at the Garrison she…-”

“WELL IM NOT HAVING IT HUNK! She is part of the team!” Even if Keith’s included…”

Hunk couldn’t help but think that Pidge, although a girl, had never had any problems with any one else in the team. She kept to her self mostly but got along just fine with everyone else. She was fully capable of having a good laugh with any of them.  And yet, with Lance she was particularly distant from…

He just has this way of always being in your personal space…affectionately of course.

A bulb lit up in Hunk’s head and he rested his fist in his palm.

“Why dontcha’ hang out with her Lance! I’m sure if you guys bonded and stuff she’d be bound to notice how cool you are!”

Lance twirled around to lean his elbows on the counter, keeping his hand on his chin.

“Bonding eh…?” He scrunched his face and pouted his lip as he contemplated the idea.

Suddenly he stretched over the counter and aggressively pulled Hunk closer by the shoulders.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING GENIUS!”

The blue paladin instantly leapt away and ran for the door so quickly that he almost slipped turning the corner.

“No plans tonight big guy! We’re pulling an all-nighter!”

Hunk stood dumbfounded until he frantically remembered his meow chow was still in the oven.

Pidge had never been more terrified in her life. She’d seen her family announced missing on the news, flown in a strange space lion with Lance at the wheel, and also fought head-on with a 10,000 year old conquerer of the universe. But for some reason having the long legs of a flirty self-proclaimed casanova persistently follow you around, made all the blood drain from her face.

It started out with her just going about her day, the same as usual…

Fresh showers in the morning were always a great way to sooth the small and stressed Pidge. Ever since THAT day she hadn’t been able to get Lance out of her mind. She tried desperately to kick him out of her thoughts, but the conversation with Allura the day before triggered even more images of that dork’s face.

This morning’s practice was significantly more laid-back than usual. Especially because, just by sheer luck, Lance had slept in and missed practice. He did however show up all prim and ready for breakfast, only to hear a mouthful of “Space Dad’s” lectures. Pidge usually would’ve thoroughly enjoyed hearing Lance get put on the spot by Shiro, but she preferred to not even make the slightest eye contact with him.

Now, safely in her room, she lightly sat on the side of her bed and rubbed her hair with the towel to dry it off. She closed her eyes for a second to relax until a sudden hint of a familiar blue popped in her head. She furiously rubbed of her head with the towel and without even bothering removing it, turned angrily to grab her laptop. She yanked it open. Her eyes glared at a series of confusing images that only a tech junky like Pidge could recognize as schematics and diagnostics.

“(*sigh~*) ok.” Her laptop instantly cooled off her sizzling annoyance as she found an overwhelming feeling of comfort in her tech work.

A quaint smile formed on her lips and she began typing new codes to further trace coordinates that possibly held the locations of her brother and father. She reached for her green headphones, that had previously been under Lance’s care. She was stretching them over her ears when she suddenly picked up on a strange noise. She slid the headphones down to her neck and looked around to find the source. It sounded like heavy shuffling in the vents. She lost interest and simply brushed it off as the mice playing around in the air ducts.

Well, whatever.

She shrugged and fit the headphones in place.

Unbeknownst to her, the shuffling continued. It moved around shifting over to right above her bed. Down below, Pidge continued to work schematics while listening to her favorite playlist. The shuffling continued. Quiet creaking hummed in response to the movement above. Unfortunately, the ceiling would not be strong enough to hold the weight of whatever was in there and suddenly burst open dropping it’s contents on top of Pidge with full force. 
Pidge had been deaf to her surroundings, so when the blunt weight of a falling body struck her and yanked her headphones off, she couldn’t help but be bit terrified.

“Well, that did NOT go as planned…”

“…” Pidge stayed motionless, afraid to move even a millimeter.

“Sorry about that-“ He propped him self up.

Soft.

It took him less than a second to process that he was pinned on top of a freshly showered Pidge, on her bed, and with a face so red he couldn’t help but think she was cute.

“Are you ok Pidge?” He tried to keep his cool but soon lost all sense of rationality.

She smells good…

Almost instinctively he reached out his hand, but quickly stifled the desire by awkwardly scrambling up off of her. He sat at the far end of her bed. He neatly folded his legs underneath him trying to make himself appear smaller and hide his red face of embarrassment. Now 2 red faced idiots sat in the room.

“Oh! Uh…I-uh are you trying to find your brother?” Lance desperately tried to change the subject in attempts to erase what had just happened.

“Matt.” Pidge sat up and held an empty stare at Lance. Or maybe at the laptop next to him?

“Y-yeah! Matt! Your brother and dad.” He watched as Pidge got up, slid on her slippers and was now reaching for her laptop. She was quiet as she shut her screen she hugged it under an arm and walked towards the door.

“Wha-Wait Pidge…Where are you-?” He leapt over to the sliding door as he watched the small green paladin speed walk out of sight without saying a word.

You’d think he would’ve given up there. But, you’d be wrong. So horribly wrong.

Lance was a stubborn one.

For the next few hours, all Pidge could hear was that idiots voice reverberating through her head and the castle walls. Wherever she went, his voice followed.

“Yo Pidge!” From behind her as she was leaving the bathroom. “Hey Shorty!!” While she was shifting through the laundry room. “What up GIRL!!!” Coming from underneath the couch as she sat in the common room. “HOLA  AMIGA!!!!” All the way from the other side of the training deck. “PIDGE!!!!!” Running after her as she desperately escaped through the castle corridors.

Finally Pidge snapped.

“ARGH! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! WHAT DOES HE WANT?!”

Coran couldn’t help but stare at green paladin who was furiously banging her hands on her keyboard. He was in the main deck just s happened to be curiously flipping through all the security cameras when Keith noticed the same commotion.

“Woah. Wha’t up with her?”

“Mmm.” Coran shook his head as he shrugged. “Maybe she ate a bad swail gumblr?”

“A swale- what?” Keith rarely understood half of the things Coran said.

Pidge was now comfortably alone in the green lion’s landing deck. She furiously typed away and hummed happily to the music playing through her head phones. She was ecstatic. Not only because she was getting time to do her usual tech work, but also because she was enjoying the much needed “me time” that up till now had been completely uninterrupted by Lance. A couple hours had passed since he had chased after her and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he had FINALLY given up.

Her enthusiasm quickly took over her as she set down her laptop and started singing along to music playing in her ears. Obviously, Pidge was short. It was a fact. But she also had funny habit of climbing onto things. Whether it be to reach things or not, it mostly was for her to feel taller. As she danced along and sang to her music she found her self enthusiastically climbing onto her lion. The clattering of her climbing caught the attention of a passerby. Keith was eating some of Hunk’s meow chow and just so happened to walk by the open door of the landing deck. He stopped short, mid-chew to see a tiny body triumphantly sitting atop the green lion perfectly rapping the lyrics of Eminem’s “Rap God”.

“THEY SAY I RAP LIKE A ROBOT, SO CALL ME RAPBOT, RAPBOT! BUT FOR ME TO RAP LIKE A COMPUTER MUST BE IN MY GENES~ I GOT A LAP TOP IN MY BACK POCKET-!”

Keith’s stared blankly, internally questioning everything he knew to be true. He decided it would be best to ignore what he had just seen. But as he walked away he wouldn’t help but mull over how much that song really suited her.

After Pidge’s self-promoting concert she came to her senses and climbed off of her lion. She was trying to fall back into her work flow but a clutter of thoughts filled her head. Lance was a hopeless idiot but when she thought about it, she couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive.

Wait. Actually…aren’t ALL of them pretty good looking…I mean, there’s Shiro, Keith, Lance, and even Hunk…

“Why are they all so hot?” The words unconsciously left her lips.

Damn. That’s like…really annoying. Yeah, nope. Never telling anyone that.

Especially, Lance.

Out of nowhere, Pidge felt her left head phone begin to lift up.

“Found you~” The whisper sent a shiver down her spine.

Pidge let out a yelp and nearly dropped her laptop, only to turn and see the green parka of a Lance.

“WAT THE QUIZZNACK LANCE!? I NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK!!!” She clenched her chest as all the adrenaline pumped through her system.

“Haha lighten up Pidge!” Lance smiled widely and leaned his weight casually to one side.

“Lighten up my ass!” She shot him a glare that made him flinch a bit.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Pidge looked away and focused back on the keyboarded while mumbling with discontent.

Lance stood behind her, leaning over slightly to see what she was doing. He couldn't help but notice that she still smelled like shampoo as it radiated out from the nap of her neck to her fluffy hair.

“So…Are you not gonna avoid me?” He braced for his inevitable rejection.

“(*sigh*) No. I figured if you’ve kept it up this long, what’s the point in avoiding you.” Pidge kept her eyes on her screen, not once looking back at Lance as she typed.

“That so???” Lance couldn’t help but form a goofy grin.

Pidge could hear Lance’s shuffling a bit as he sat on the floor. Out of the corner of her screen she could see that Lance was sitting criss cross, just 5 feet behind her, with his arms extended in front of him resting on his shoes. His eyes scanned the room and hovered over the green lion for a second before returning back to Pidge again. He swayed a bit, which was to be expected since Lance was the kind of guy that couldn’t sit still. She watched him intently from the reflection of her screen. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the child-like behavior and his dopey face that left his mouth slightly opened.

The giggle caught Lance’s interest and he eagerly scooted a bit closer to Pidge causing her back to stiffen slightly.

“Whatcha doing? I saw you with all those crazy looking codes on your laptop earlier. What were they called again? Schematics…???”

“Uh… Yeah actually!” Pidge was pleasantly surprised by Lance’s knowledge. She couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Other than using my software to scan coordinates and locate my family, I’ve also been working on new upgraded features I can add to my lion-“

She turned a bit to face Lance and noticed that although he did not fully understand what she was saying, he nodded and had a glimmer of curiosity and kept his attention focused on her. Lance usually never paid much attention to the tech stuff she talked about but having him sit there so willingly was incredibly refreshing to her.

“Want me to show you how it works???” She enthusiastically kept the conversation going.

“Sure!”

Pidge went on a small spiel of the specifics in how the programming worked and how to implement its uses. Occasionally Lance would lift a quizzical brow when he didn’t understand, but having him let her explain it even more kept her on a roll. Not once did Lance’s face shift to that of boredom or disinterest. Instead, Pidge couldn’t help but think of how cute his curiosity was to her…All the while she spoke, not for a single moment did she feel flustered. But, that probably had to do with the safe distance she had from Lance.

“Holy crow Pidge! This is some fancy stuff! I wish I could do that to Blue! It’d probably take me years though haha!”

“Well I mean if you REALLY want to know I’d be down to teach you.” Pidge wasn’t one to normally offer help and was even a bit surprised by her sudden comment.

Lance was also baffled and before Pidge was consumed with embarrassment the blue paladin’s face lit up.

“THAT’D BE AWSOME PIDGE!”

“Yeah? Well, here look at this.” Pidge blushed a little and turned back to her laptop to demonstrate some specifics to the curious teenager.

“Hmm, what? You mean that?”

Pidge’s left side tingled as Lance shortened the distance between them so much that his warm breath burned her left ear. Unfortunately, that safe guard of personal space was no longer there and Pidge couldn’t help but feel overly conscious of him again. She became internally flustered and forcefully pushed his face away.

“HEY! Watch do THAT for?!” Lance rubbed his cheek that had been practically slapped.

“Too close.” She tried to maintain composure but could feel herself writhing in a bubble of embarrassment.

Calm down. Calm down.

Pidge kept her eyes down but could still see Lance rubbing his face through her peripheral.

Geez, why’d she do that?

When Lance finally put his had down it landed on the once borrowed headphones. The slightest sound could be heard from them and he picked it up to see just what kind of music Pidge here listened to.

“Aw man! I never took you for an Eminem kinda girl!”

Pidge was pulled out from her panic by Lance’s words. She turned to see him humming along to the single headphone he had pressed on his ear.

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh! Well I mean…it’s not that I don't think it suits you, just that I took you for more of a classical listening kinda genius…”

“Classical?? Pfft~! That’s like what my DAD would listen to dude! I mean sure classical is relaxing but when i’m working I need more “oomph" in my song choices!” Pidge snickered uncontrollably before falling back to lean on her arms.

“More “oomph” huh…? Let me correct that then: Eminem totally suits a techie like you.” Lance pulled a smolder and Pidge couldn’t tell if was joking or not, but regardless she liked his conclusion.

“Damn right it does!” She straightened up and smiled confidently.

Ya know…If it’s just Lance, alone…it’s actually pretty fun.

“Oh my! You’ve certainly outdone yourself Hunk! These crispy bite sized sweets you whipped up are absolutely delicious! Tastes just like my mother old morflort cakes!” Coran twirled around as he held a plate and mouth full of Hunks earlier baked meow chow.

“Yeah? I feel that the batter whipping is really what gives it good zest and texture!”

“Amazing ability as always Number 2! You must show me your recipe!”

“A chef’s secrets are never revealed- Actually, Coran, what’s up with you mustache???” Hunk couldn’t help but point out the strangely braided tails resting on the Altean’s lip.

“Oh this! Well actually Princess Alurra did it for me! Isn’t it magnificent? It brings out my eyes!”

“Yeah…It actually kinda does!” Hunk squinted at the ginger’s mustache.

“Coran, have you seen Pidge?” Allura turned the corner with a head covered in wildly inconsistent braids that were probably done by the mice again.

“Maybe with Lance? I hope it’s they’re ok though, Pidge has been acting pretty weird lately…”

“Oh! Funny that you mention that, just earlier I was observing the lion’s decks and Pidge was as angry as a wild Zworbisk!”

Allura couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh in attempts to keep them from figuring out what was going on between the two paladins.

“A-ah-ha ha…I’m sure it is nothing…!” She forced a smile that seemed to be completely off putting to both Hunk and Coran. They both raised a distrustful brow.

Allura desperately searched her mind for a change of subject.

“A-aah…Actually! I was thinking about asking all of you to play a game with me! Since we have some free time and it would be beneficial to the team’s dynamic!” Allura cursed herself for stuttering.

“A game? What kinda game did you have in mind???” Hunk was all ears for something fun to do.

“u-Um…in Altea we called it Filhae S’qire!”

“What’s that???”

“Well my talented chef, essentially you have one player who has a set limit of ticks to find all of the other hidden players!” Coran caressed his mustache as he explained to the yellow paladin.

“Oh! So like Hide-and-Seek!”

“Yes? But, Alurra, do you think they can handle the game???”

“Of course! I used to play it as a child! I’m sure that the paladins of Voltron will have no difficulty whatsoever!”

Hunk smiled brightly, excited at the idea.

“Great! I’ll go get the others- Wait, what do you mean ‘do you think they can handle it’…”

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hellO it's glossier anon again and thanks so much for the tips <3 i'm also looking to get some products from other skincare/makeup brands so!! what are your favorite brands + products? thanks so much <333

y’all im DESPONDENT bc i spent AGES writing a good reply and then MY LAPTOP SHUT DOWN BC OF BATTERY AND THE ASK DIDN’T SAVE :(((( anyhow, here is my very long response under the cut! 

im listing everything that i’ve used / have bc some of the things that didn’t work for me might work for you! do keep in mind that i’m still relatively new to skincare / beauty ;; hope this helps anyways!

if y’all have any beauty / skincare recommendations for me, send me an ask with the name of the product! i get rly excited abt this kind of stuff haha

skincare

my main skin problems: dryness, redness, uneven texture my skin type: dry, ultra sensitive

the ordinary niacinamide serum

got this for redness, broke me out instead

okay, idk if this was the product that broke me out bc i did experience a lot of heat rash during that time and i didn’t patch test BUT im too scared to test this :(

side note: i develop rashes and redness when i’m exposed to too much heat or sun :(((((( 

would not buy again

the ordinary hyaluronic acid serum

i rly haven’t noticed anything or any changes but hey ? at least it doesn’t break me out ?

i’ve noticed that it’s really sticky when it dries down which i do not like……

would not buy again

holika holika aloe vera gel

i bought this bc 1. my aloe vera plant was running out of leaves and 2. i read a post that said the nature republic gel had alcohol in it. also, the packaging is cuter HAHAHA

i primarily use aloe vera gel to soothe the redness and heat rash and sunburn i get :( i also use to help heal acne scars.

i found that fresh aloe vera gel works better but this is good in a pinch

would buy again

thayer’s witch hazel rose water toner

it smells rly rly rly good !!!! also it’s quite affordable considering how much product you get in a single bottle. it’s lasted me so so long and a friend told me zendaya uses it too hahaha

i haven’t noticed any real change ? i think folks with oily skin might rly benefit from this too but hey !! it didn’t break my skin out

would buy again but i wanna experiment with more toners

cetaphil facial cleanser and lotion

my HOLY GRAIL of ALL skincare bc it’s gentle and doesn’t break me out and keeps my skin soft and GOD i would DIE for cetaphil 

i’ve been religiously using cetaphil after i had this horrible skin experience as a child. my doctor was like “hey you should use cetaphil” and ever since then, my skin has been calmer

definitely !!! would buy !!! again!!!!!!

cosrx good morning gel cleanser

god im so despondent whenever i think about this one

everyone !! loves this !!! but !!! it left my skin feeling stripped and kinda broke me out. i think it’s the tea tree oil that i’m sensitive to? but god i just wanted to love this so much more than i actually did…….

would not buy again

cosrx acne patches

cosrx redeems itself in my eyes with THESE MAGIC PATCHES

slap one on your pimple when it comes to a head and it’ll draw all the gunk out

notes: make sure to keep it on for as long as possible, pimples may take more than one patch to get everything out, and don’t apply when your skin is still wet / damp or else it won’t stick as well

would buy again

naive peach facial cleanser

im a weak bitch for anything peach scented. everyone who knows me can confirm.

unfortunately, this cleanser left my skin feeling stripped. it didn’t break me out though. folks with oily skin might like this better ?? it smells SO SO GOOD THOUGH

would not buy again

innisfree peach hand lotion

it !!!!! smells so good!! and like i said!!!! im a weak ass bitch for peach-scented things!!!! leaves my hands feeling so soft!!!

would buy again

beauty

im a n00b at beauty makeup stuff HAHAHHA also the reason why i have so much colourpop stuff is purely bc i only buy during sales and i get literally everything for at least half the price + free shipping DSJKJDSKJK

colourpop double entendre eyeshadow palette

affordable esp since i got it during a sale + free shipping

note: if you wanna buy anything from colourpop, wait until there’s a sale

good mix of mattes and shimmers, good shades for natural makeup

i don’t rly know how to use or apply makeup so im too much of a Coward to buy eyeshadows with bright shades and whatever. this was a rly nice palette to buy + i can do looks that im more comfy with :”) i lov me some good browns and coppers :”)

colourpop blotted lippies (bee’s knees, on a stick, candyfloss)

like all colourpop lipstick products, do not use if your lips are chapped. every flake of dry skin will show :(

bee’s knees is my fav

i prefer more natural and vibrant pink/red shades

on a stick is too coral, candyfloss is too nude

colourpop ultra blotted lip (zuma)

too matte and nude for my tastes, but it applied very nicely and didn’t budge when it dried down

dw dw it takes some time to dry so you can fix mistakes if necessary

i think it looks good on my lips after blotting once tho

colourpop super shock shadows

god i wanted to like these and i impulsively bought a whole bunch of shimmery ones but i hate all of them

i prefer applying eyeshadow with brushes and it’s harder to do that with these. also, the ones i bought are way too shimmery for me

i have too many and i’ve literally only used them once for tests on my wrist. idk what to do with these anymore.

at least i got these for less than half the price and with free shipping during a sale

colourpop super shock highlighter (wisp)

this highlighter!!! i love it!!! it matches well with my skin tone and i bought it after amy vagabond recommended it for asian skin tones. it’s not super obvious and extra bright, but you can definitely build it up to that blindingly bright highlight if you want to. i use it mostly as a natural-looking highlight

physician’s formula liquid eyeliner

i recently got this from the drugstore bc i wanted a dupe for kat von d tattoo liner + i heard that this was a pretty close one. i like it but i haven’t used it enough to give you a solid opinion on it

maybelline volumizing mascara

god there are so many different versions of these…. i just picked the dark blue non-waterproof one and went with it bc they all sound the same DJSKSDJK

fyi: i hate waterproof mascaras bc they take forever to remove and i suck at removing mascara and it drives me nuts!!

but hell yeah they give you VOLUME

they do have fallout :(((( i have to check in the mirror every couple of hours to swipe away flakes of dried mascara but THE VOLUME !!

laura mercier translucent setting powder

listen, this stuff is $$$ compared to everything else on this list, but i borrow it from my mum HAHAHA

it rly is a nice powder though! no flashback, no weird white cast, and blends in seamlessly with my bb cream / foundation

maybelline bb cream (the one with pink letters in medium)

eh, it’s just bb cream

i’ve got no solid opinion on it since i use the glossier one more frequently. it’s thicker and more coverage, but the glossier one is easier to spread over the face purely bc of its thinner consistency. im a lazy girl who wakes up late so any makeup (if any) has to be quick and on the go

i’ll probably use this one more once i run out of the glossier one

l’oreal bb cream (medium)

god i hate this so much

it’s supposed to have little balls of pigment that pop and add color to the cream but it just turns out to be inconsistent and weird. 

things that are coming soon / in the process of testing

benton snail bee essence

laneige water sleeping mask

hada-labo goku-jyun hyaluronic lotion

banila co clean it zero cleansing balm

skinfood sheet mask

things that i want

canmake mermaid spf gel

fenty beauty lip gloss

moonshot cushion

too faced palette (not bc of the colors, just bc of the peach scent)

son & park beauty water

etude house sunprise sun milk

peripera lip tint

3ce foundation

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