#gestures and whatnot ❤️

[rebelcliche-archive2]

alright so i’m off of work and i just wanted to say thank you to everyone who had kind words to say. i appreciated them. i also want to say to please not give me pity interactions just bc of any negative bs i post. i only want people to interact with me if they’re genuinely interested in doing so (and i’ve taken notice of how many people left me in the dust after remaking so i know those of y’all following me here are cool, no worries). but please, if you’re only going to give me attention when i express that i feel shitty and ignored i’d almost rather just to be blocked / unfollowed bc only giving me attention and being friendly then makes me feel even worse bc it’s like i had to beg for it.

all this to say, i made this blog to have a fresh start in this hellscape and i am very genuine when i say that i only want to follow people who are actually going to write / chat with me without having to be prodded for it beforehand.

anyway, i’ll do better at reaching out (but please note that i will notice if i attempt to each out and it’s never returned) and i understand if anyone wants to block / unfollow for my negativity today.

[shanastoryteller]

Love your fics!

Charmed please? Or pjo? ❤️❤️

Part 1 2 3 4

Paige watches Chris flick through the their book of shadows - literally flick, going through pages with mere twitches of his fingers without touching the pages, the action speaking of years of practice. He must have gone though his own book of shadows like this. She wonders if he's done the same to theirs whenever they weren't looking.

He's pissed at them - her - for figuring him out, that they know he's a whitelighter by blood rather than death. That they they know he's half witch, just like her.

Despite that, there's an ease to him now, some of the tension that constantly hung in the air around him now gone and something settled taking its place. She'd like to say it's because the truth is out, even if he's mad about it, but she thinks it has more to do with the sword that refuses to leave his hip.

Chris is a king. Their king, even. Everyone's king, once and future, prophesized to unite the world in peace and harmony.

Born to the world when he's needed most, which is a thought just as uncomfortable as the idea that the neurotic twenty three year old constantly harassing them over consequences is a monarch. What could go so wrong that the world would bring forth King Arthur to save it?

"It's not like I'm going to steal it," Chris says, irritated. "You don't have to watch me."

A king, Paige repeats to herself incredulously. "You can't steal something that belongs to you."

His head snaps up, eyes wide. "What?"

She gestures to Excalibur. "It's clearly yours. I don't know why you're so determined to get rid of it."

He ducks his head down, focusing once more on the book of shadows. "I haven't been born yet. It doesn't belong to me."

"Well, why don't you just put it where you got it from the last time?" she asks, then tilts her head from the side. "Was it from Wyatt? Since he's your Merlin, or whatever."

Chris's lips pull back, maybe into the start of a smile but she'd put money on it being a sneer before his lips flatten out into a tight line. "It's not getting it where it's supposed to be. It's getting it to stay there. Putting the stone somewhere else doesn't do any good until I can get it to stay in the stone."

Pagie rests her chin on her arms. Piper and Phoebe are all bent out of shape about the lying and the secrets and whatnot, but Paige is more interested in what else they've been missing if they didn't notice that their whitelighter was a witch and a king. "Do you get a crown?"

He pauses, looking up to blink at her. "What?"

"Since you're king," she says, then adds, "I've always thought I'd look good in a crown."

This time she does a get smile. "If anyone ever gives me one, you can have it."

"Score," she says and feels a little thrill of accomplishment that Chris's smile lingers even as he returns his attention to the book.

[arysbruv]

dinner with nanami 👌 whether it’s a home cooked meal or not, eating with him is a delightful experience hehe hope you can write about this!!!!

Midnight ventures

summary: nanami is always overwork and he feels the need to treat you for putting up with it.

parings: kento nanami x reader

warnings and whatnots: established relationship, fluff!! Thank you for the request <3

y/n : what time are u coming home?

y/n : i miss you :(

Nanami ❤️ : I’ll be home soon love, don’t worry. I know it’s late, but I have a little surprise for you. Just get yourself ready with a nice outfit tonight love.

Your eyes glance over the message, reading them hungrily. Your eyebrows furrow, as you read the message over and over. A small smile lights up your face, as you slide off your bed, going towards your closet to pick a nice outfit.

Surely, Nanami is planning something, and when he plans, he always is the sweetest. You turn your gaze to a beautiful formal attire, you wondered if it was appropriate enough. Nanami hadn’t graced you with the prospect of whether to dress fancy or not, though knowing him, it was a high chance he reserved a fancy restaurant. A smile lights up your face, thinking of him.

He really was the sweetest.

You sit up on your bed, kicking your feet back as you watch the clock tick.

8:34 p.m

He should be home soon.

•

Nanami’s eyes jumped to clock as he entered the quiet and desolate house. The lights were still on, meaning you were expecting him. Guilt starts to envelope him as his eyes catch the numbers that the needles of the living room clock read out.

11:30 p.m

He mumbles a curse, putting his bag quietly down before heading down to your shared bedroom.

He really wanted to leave early today, yet his idiotic boss had asked him to work overtime as a colleague of him had left earlier and someone needed to pick up the slack. He was going to kill that darn colleague.

The door of the bedroom was slightly ajar, light spewing out to the darkened hallway. He glimpses in, seeing your sleeping figure laid peacefully on the giant king sized bed. His eyes crinkle, a small smile on his face as he observes the way you breathe and sleep.

You were wearing such a nice outfit, no doubt you had fallen asleep waiting on his arrival.

He sighed, slicking his hair back before moving towards the kitchen. It was too late to go to a restaurant, but that did not mean you couldn’t have a nice meal together.

•

You woke up to an aroma that smelled absolutely mouthwatering. You sat up from your position on the bed, groggy and blurred out. You rub your eyes, standing up to explore what that smell was.

What time was it? Had he come home already?

You stumble your way to the kitchen, half awake. As you enter the lit kitchen, you see Nanami standing over the sink, arms deep in dishes as he tries as hardest as possible to make the least amount of noise.

“Kento?” You say, quietly.

“Honey? I’m sorry my love, did I wake you?” He asks quietly, setting the last of the dishes on the drying rack.

“No, you didn’t.” You glance over to the small kitchen table, two plates of your favourite dish in the middle, steam still blooming up from the hot food. You look back at Nanami, eyes softening. “Did you make this?”

Nanami says nothing, moving towards you as he pulls back a chair, gesturing for you to sit. You oblige, eyes still glued on him. He hadn’t changed from his work clothes, how long had he been home?

His eyes meets you, a small smile forms on his tired face as he kisses your forehead.

“Let’s eat honey,” He says, moving to sit in front of you.

“I love you Kento, you really didn’t need to do all this.” You say, taking your spoon and digging into the food he had lovingly prepared for you.

“I love you too, dear; and truly, you deserve it all. I know I haven’t treated you in a while nor have I been here… So, what’s wrong with pampering my lover every once in a while? If I had it my way, I’d do it every day, love.”

You give him a small smile, heat rushing to your face. You spoon the hot food into your mouth, wondering how it would taste as it had been so long since Nanami had cooked for you.

Your eyes widen, as the flavour hits your tongue.

“Kento! This is really good!” You say through bites, as you spoon more of the dish into your mouth.

He chuckles at your reaction, smiling at you.

“I’m glad you think so, my love.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi love, I was wondering if I could have HC or comfort fic with the sleep token boys ❤️ I’m going through a breakup and would love to read something sweet

Know that you are so loved! Sending you the biggest hug🫂

Vessel

He’s a king of little talking but big gestures. Words are overrated as it is. You can speak them but don’t mean them. Plus, he doesn’t need to hear you say it, he can see that you’re not feeling the best. That something is bothering you so to little things he turns. “Hey”, a little knock on the bedroom door makes you turn towards the sound. And there stands Vessel. Flowers beneath his arm, balancing a tray with grilled cheese and canned tomato soup.

He carefully places everything on the nightstand before turning to you. “I didn’t burn the house down making that”, Vess nods patting his own shoulder, “So you got to try it, let me know if I improved”. You know that his grilled cheese has always been amazing but it’s his way of making sure you eat. So you try to not fight it even if it’s hard.

He’s so fucking patient too. You could be stirring that soup around for a hot minute and he would not rush you. Encourage a spoonful or two along the way but let you take your own time.

He also talks so much in moments like this. It’s his way of drowning out the noises in your head. “You know I saw this sign today that said five bucks to cuddle a baby cow”, he shakes his head, “I had to talk myself out of it but we could always go back there together”.

And then because he loves physical touch - that’s how he shows love. He would wrap you up in a blanket and then cuddle you the whole night. Softly humming random bits from the albums or new tunes he’s been working on. Letting you slowly run your fingers up and down his lower stomach. Kissing your forehead every time you sigh.

iii

He is all fun and games until his baby is not feeling well. Then all shit is packed up. Unless of course, he can see that he could slowly crack away the clouds with his stupid jokes.

“Tell me”, there’s no what’s wrong questions with him. As he reaches for you. “Just… I don’t know how to even describe it”, you huff, slowly pulling at the roots of your hair. “Then don’t”, iii is quick to pull your hands closer to his lips kissing them each. “How does a bath with those bath bombs we got yesterday sound like?”, he carefully brushes strands of hair away from your face, watching you nod.

And that’s how you end up pressing against his chest, sitting in between his legs, slowly running your fingers up and down his thighs. He’s playing with your hair, twisting strands around his fingers. “Your fingers are turning into prunes”, he chuckles lifting your palms, “Should we get out?”. But you shake your head and so he doesn’t make a move. Only wrap an arm across your chest, knowing that the pressure and weight of it will slowly let the anxiety ease.

“I feel like eating chilly oil noodles”, you mutter after a while. “Eggs and lots of cheese?”, he asks with a hum. You turn to him slightly with a nod. Iii simply smiles at you, leaning in to kiss you, “Say no more baby, I got you”.

ii

I think the roles are rarely reversed. It’s mostly you weathering his storms but man when shit hits your fan and he needs to watch you crumble, that messes him up. Because watching the main source of light in his life slowly fading. That’s terrifying. So ridden in pure panic he tries to do his best to make it better.

So he’s waking up early, carefully slipping out of bed to hit the shops. Buying fresh fruits and pastries. Grabbing you your favorite drink from the coffee shop you told him about. Fuck it man even stands in a book section reading the backs of silly romances and whatnot, because hey if that might bring a smile to your face - he’s doing it.

He tries to appear as calm as possible not wanting this to turn into you worrying about him instead. But he watches your every move like there is no tomorrow. “Are we putting on another film or do you want to read?”, he asks after a while of you both just rotting beneath the blankets downstairs. You don’t answer him but snuggle deeper into his chest.

He lets you run your fingers through his tattoos. If you want he would run you through all the back stories of them even if you know them by heart by now. “Is your fave still this one?”, ii point to his lower stomach and hips, and you give him a lazy nod, “Nothing beats that”, you mutter. “Should put it on full display then”, he quickly yanks his hoodie over his head giving you a glorious view of his bare chest making you chuckle slightly and his heart ease along the way.

iv

I think he would also love to just remind you of the things you love and the things that make you feel better. You like morning/evening walks? Even if you don’t feel like going he would find a way to drag you out of the house. “I promise to buy you ice cream as a reward”, he flicks your nose, “and I promise you, you will feel so much better”. So he drives to a nice park. Holds your hand the entire time you walk. Watching you slowly start to enjoy the activity. You stop by to watch a sunset or a sunrise depending on the time you walk. And it’s one of those yeah I am alive moments. Ivy has an arm warped around you. Watching you watch the nature surrounding you both.

He would offer to take you to little places you love. You love clothes shopping? He would take you. You like browsing random stores? Say no more. He would come with you and smell all the candles. “Get that too, that in the living room”, he mutters adding yet another candle into the cart.

“I remember you said that you wanted to try pottery painting so I got us a kit”, he mutters, walking in with boxes of stuff. You can’t believe that he would remember something so random. And it’s just take-out boxes, and a bottle of nice wine as you both paint and doodle on the plates Iv picked out. It’s quality time over anything and with every stolen glance he can see the way you slowly start to flicker with happiness again.

[penelopepine]

I’m absolutely in love with your writing 💕

I’ve always had this scenario of Phillip and Reader (who are both first time parents) going out with their baby, and Reader having to breastfeed the baby in public and a man tries to harass her about it (telling her she shouldn’t be doing this in public and whatnot) and Phillip stands up for her

Maybe the man tries to harass her while Phillip was at the counter getting them something to eat and he hears what’s going on or something?

(Moms who are alone in public get bothered like this irl by men so often and it’d be so sweet to see Phillip standing up for his wife 🥺❤️)

Thank You!!! I hope that you like this as well!

It's weird that people get so bothered by breastfeeding. Like just let the mom feed her baby in peace.

Mind Your Own Business

Phillip Graves x Fem Reader

With the baby turning six weeks old just a few days ago you and Phillip both felt comfortable taking the baby out to more public spaces. It was a beautiful day out, and that of course led to you both walking around the farmer’s market with the little one in tow. 

Philip had both hands on the stroller while you had one hand wrapped around the crook of his elbow as you both walked around. It wasn’t until half an hour had passed did he insist on sitting down in one of the bakeries for a bite to eat. “Come on, let me treat my sweetheart to something sweet.” 

“I think it’s you who wants something sweet.” You give him a playful nudge as you walk towards the shop. 

“Who says it can’t be both?” Phillip counted your accurate remark. “I’m a man capable of many things after all.” 

Once in the shop looking at all the available options is when the little one decides to make a fuss. Glancing at the time you know she’s probably just hungry since this is about the time you would normally feed her when at home. 

“Oh, are you hungry baby?” You gesture for Phillip to let you take control of the stroller, “I’m going to take her outside and feed her. I saw a shaded bench right outside.” 

It’s obvious he doesn’t want to leave you both alone, but understands that that’s just his protective nature talking. That little voice has been speaking a lot more ever since the baby was born. “I’ll be there in just a few minutes; I’ll bring you one of those chocolate croissants I saw you eyeing too.” 

"I love you so much." You give him a small kiss, and swiftly make your way outside to the bench just as the baby starts to cry.

It only takes you a few moments to get comfortable, grab the now crying baby out of her stroller, and adjust her so that she can easily breastfeed from you. 

You take this time to admire the tiny wiggling bundle of joy in your arms. She truly is the perfect mix between you and Phillip - it almost feels like she’s not real sometimes with just how perfect she is. 

The baby's crying and wiggling finally starts to settle down as she latches on. Just as things seem to settle down you feel a sudden presence next to you. Thinking it was Phillip you look up with a smile on your face which quickly shifts into a frown as you take in the strange man now standing in front of you.

It was the look of anger and disgust on his face that had you gripping your daughter tight to you; trying to decide if you needed to get up, and walk away. Before you can make a move though the man is already practically spitting venom at you. “Do you really think that’s appropriate to be doing in public? Why don’t you go do that in the bathroom like you're supposed to do?” 

“I’m breastfeeding - I’m just feeding my baby.” Is your immediate response to his unpleasant questions. You knew some people didn’t like it when women breastfeed in public, but you didn’t think anyone would actually try and fight you about it. All you're doing is feeding a baby after all. 

“No, what you are doing is purposely exposing yourself to others around you. I mean my god woman could you not have the decency to atleast have a cover on?” 

“A cover? It’s 80 degrees out right now, and you want me to practically put a blanket over her?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. Not to mention that you didn’t like using a cover; all it felt like was another thing you had to pack around and worry about. 

Arguing only seemed to be making the man more upset with you. As if you should be thankful that he was gifting you with his “amazing” advice on how and where you should be breastfeeding your baby. 

Red faced with a pointed finger raised, the man takes a large step closer to you. It genuinely seemed like he would have come even closer if he wasn’t so suddenly jerked away from you. 

“Now what do you think you're doing here bothering my wife and child?” There Phillip stood now in between the man and you. Finally, it felt like you could breathe again knowing that your husband was here to help you. 

Phillip was furious - that much was obvious even from where you sat with his back to you. His shoulders were tense, and his clenched fists looked like they were one wrong move from throwing a punch. 

“That’s your wife?” The man waves in your direction, “How about you tell your wife to cover up while in public.” 

The silence that follows after those words are deafening.

“Phillip,” You softly call out to your husband. As much as you would love to let him do whatever he sees fit you’d rather not have to be escorted off by police. 

You watch as Phillip slowly releases a sigh before he continues with his words to the man, “I'm not going to waste any more breath explaining just how stupid you sound right now. What I am going to say though is that if you don't walk away right now I'm going to beat the shit out of you, and I promise you that is a fight you don't want - not with me." 

The man clearly wasn't prepared for the outright threat of violence against him, and it showed on his now shocked face. People like him are all talk; just wanting to pick on someone seemingly weaker than him, and the second someone stronger stands up to him he's playing the victim. 

"Whatever," the man growls out before hastily turning on his heels and walking away further into the market. 

Phillip doesn't move from his position until the man has completely disappeared from view. When he does eventually turn around he puts one hand on your check and the other one cradles the baby's head before he asks you, "are you both alright?" 

"We're- we're alright. He didn't do anything besides give me a lecture." You're so thankful for that too, and luckily your daughter didn't seem to notice the tense situation that just occurred. "How did you know he was even here?" 

"You really didn't think I wouldn't be watching you while I was waiting inside did you?" Phillip looked much calmer now that it was just the three of you again. "Which reminds me I still need to pick our order up. Now let me help you pack up; there's no way I'm leaving you alone to get harassed again." 

Normally you would have insisted that you were alright to stay where you were, but right now all you wanted was to stay by his side. This encounter has really rattled you more than you thought. 

It only takes Phillip a few seconds to get everything back in the baby bag. The baby is still feeding from you as you both walk back to the bakery. In the silence you can’t help, but ask a question that has been bothering you. “Do you think I should … hide away when I need to breastfeed in public?" 

"Sweetheart, don't let one dumb fucker stop you from feeding our baby when she's hungry. You have the right to breastfeed anywhere you damn want to."

"You're right, you're right," He was right, this one experience shouldn't stop you from going out and enjoying things with your baby.

Phillip reached out and gave you a quick peck as he opened the bakery door, "besides I'll always be there to defend my girls." 

[violetsareblue-selfships]

self ship ask game: pre relationship!

(source) - zayne edition - gonna answer only for the current events of the game (there's too many canon aus i could delve into but we'd be here all day lol)

❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

we met as kids! (i don't wanna go too into it in case the game does lol) but we ended up separated for a few years so I'll go for when we meet again. Haven't figured out the specifics (whenever I end up writing this then it'll be set in stone but), we run into each other at either a cafe or a library and recognize each other. I'd have to be the one to approach (given that the reason we lost touch is he was afraid of hurting me & my sister with his evol so) but we end up exchanging numbers so we can talk more. It's more like love rekindled than love at first sight (given we definitely had small puppy crushes on each other when we were younger)

🧡 how do they become friends? do they ask up front or is it a gradual realization?

hah, we get to skip this step as adults lol - as kids it's literally as easy as asking but again, there's a chance the game could go into their first meeting more so I'll leave it at that). As adults, it's like i still view him as a friend (and he's the same way) so it's pretty unspoken. it's like we kind of just melt back into each other's lives seamlessly without trying

💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

for indoor activities, it's kind of parallel play - like I'm reading or writing or w/e and he's doing his own thing and we'll occasionally comment on it to the other. outside, picnics, strolls, things like that. lots of visiting libraries together or going to cafes/different restaurants. basically anything where we're together and get to talk to each other <3

💚 do they both realize they have a crush early on, or does it take them forever to realize?

again we skip this since we basically had crushes when we were younger; it's basically immediately that we realize that the feelings are still there -- it's like we're being pulled to each other so it's pretty obvious

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

he's a lot softer with me than other people (not that he's like mean to others, but there's a noticeable softness towards me), but otherwise, he's the same as ever. for me, i have moments where i get even more flustered than usual or I'll catch myself staring at him (he does the same so :3)

💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

his yearning is quiet. maybe the other doctors/nurses could figure it out, especially if they pay attention while I'm visiting his office. for me, I'm a lot more louder about it - like I'm rambling to my sister and to Caleb (our other childhood friend) to the point where they know my feelings and are insisting I confess and whatnot.

💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

so it's at Snowcrest but like he's going up there to help that doctor with his research & stuff like normal and he invites me because he knows that scenic places like that are good for inspiration for my writing. Some kind of soft conversation happens outside while we're waiting for the aurora to appear and I end up confessing and he returns my feelings. we end up sharing a kiss under the aurora and <3

[loveinhawkins]

oh goodness, I just did a reread of nbtdad and thought of the director's cut thing for a couple scenes as I did so I'm so excited two seconds lemme go find them!!

in the meantime (and hopefully you don't mind multiple asks from the same person), [presses a star sticker to your hand] tell me something about any fic you want, please!

(oh so touched you were re-reading! i’ll be updating nbtdad as soon as i can, was actually working on the ending recently—don’t worry, we’re not quite there yet! not ready to say goodbye to it ❤️)

i don’t mind multiple asks at all, feel free to send as many as your heart desires! looking forward to answering the rest of yours ❤️

ooo… i’ll talk a little bit about this ficlet, pre-series 3 pre-steddie crossing paths on one of steve’s last days of high school, posted on ao3 as like something from the silver screen.

He jumps up onto the window sill to better enjoy the breeze, stretching his legs and idly looking outside. He just catches Eddie scoffing, the little aside he makes: “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Steve turns his head to him. “What?” Eddie rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. “Just… you,” he says. And it’s said with a kind of reluctant fondness, almost like they’re friends—which is bizarre, Steve thinks, since this is definitely the longest conversation they’ve ever had. But maybe the approaching summer break has Eddie all sentimental. “What about me, Munson?” Eddie gestures at him, as if to say uh, everything, but it somehow doesn’t come across as an insult. “Just… the way you do things sometimes. Like you’re in a goddamn movie.” Steve raises an eyebrow. “Dude, I’m just sitting. Anyone could do this.” “Nah, Harrington. It’s all in the execution, y’know?”

it makes me laugh thinking about this moment from Eddie’s POV, because his internal thoughts as Steve sits on the window sill are mostly …are you fucking kidding me followed by swiftly changing the pronouns of a police song, every little thing he does is magic.

i liked hinting at this kinda reluctant but huh maybe not really infatuation Eddie has going on. Like in this instance, Steve really does hop onto the sill gracefully, but he could also do anything and Eddie in his poetic, rose-tinted view would find it graceful. Like I’m imagining Steve accidentally dropping his lunch tray while recovering from the fight with Billy and Eddie just sighs in despair at himself, because how does Harrington even do that with style, Jesus Christ, Munson, this is a new low.

in that fic in general with the title and the mention of movies shots and whatnot, i wanted to show a sorta commentary on how obviously the show itself has got iconic shots, and also that Steve is feeling frustrated with himself because his life hasn’t panned out idealistically, no girlfriend (but now he’s quietly gaining more perspective on that), no dream college. the it’s a wonderful life references also compare Steve’s frustration to the main character George Bailey who wants to leave his small town & ‘see the world.’ it also foreshadows some more of Steve’s self-sacrificial tendencies cause George ends up staying in his hometown for the sake of the people who live there. While Steve doesn’t technically actively choose to stay in Hawkins, he does end up staying and protecting the kids. ❤️

fic director’s commentary ask game

[mooodyblue]

Do you think you could write that idea about E slipping during a press conference and Jerry having to swoop in and bounce him/feed him on his lap? I’d love to see that!

hope you enjoy ❤️

wc: 737

masterlist

elvis tried to keep some parts of his life private, everyone already knew so much about him. his regression was one of the things he tried desperately hard to keep tucked away within his friends and family, but there was always that small fear that he'd slip in front of everyone. unfortunately, his fear came true.

it was his fault. he knew he wasn't feeling all there before he left, but it was just a press conference then he'd get a small break before performing later that afternoon. he thought he'd be okay, but his head had other plans for him. maybe it was the anxiety of having to speak in front of other people or just him being exhausted, maybe it's both, but he held back as much as he could. he took a deep breath and exhaled, preparing himself for this disaster of a conference.

he looked to his side, gesturing for jerry to come over to him. "jer'," he sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder, "i need you to stay close, can you do that?"

jerry nodded, rubbing at elvis's back. "i've got everything you need with me. it's alright."

poor elvis looked defeated, dreading the headlines that would most likely come out later that week. if only he could cancel, but god forbid the colonel let him make his own decisions. "'bouta make a fool of myself, aren't i?"

"course not, promise. colonel might get mad but that's nothin' new." he joked, trying to ease his anxiety. jerry fixed the collar of elvis's suit, brushing his hands on it. before elvis could respond, he was called out to the room. "you'll be fine, i got you when you're ready. i'll be right here." elvis nodded and wandered out to the room full of cameras and press, greeting everyone with a wide smile.

halfway through the conference, he quickly glanced over at jerry who gave him a thumbs up, mouthing 'you're doin' good' at him. elvis just wanted to go home. he was tired of talking, tired of answering questions and dealing with all the cameras. but it was his job in some way.

he wondered what he was going to do when he got home. he really just wanted to curl up with a stuffie and maybe just take a nap. a quick look at his friend once again gave him an idea to draw jerry a little picture with the crayons stashed in his drawer. his thoughts were quickly interrupted by another question, something about wanting to go overseas. it only made him even more sad. he shrugged, stammering through his answers and whatnot. he began fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he felt himself getting more and more uncomfortable under the many cameras and their persistent glare.

that feeling in his head took over, now unable to really answer questions like he could a few minutes ago. jerry could see it in his eyes and rushed out with a plushie in his hand and bottle in the other, whispering to the colonel that he'd slipped and to wrap it up soon. he took a seat next to elvis brought him on his knee, bouncing him slightly. "you want a bottle? yeah?" he coo'd, letting him make grabby hands at it as it was slipped in between his lips. "good boy, doin' good." he muttered.

jerry eventually got asked about elvis, him being a little and if jerry was his caregiver. he answered to the best of his ability, not wanting to give too much away about his personal life. he continued bouncing his leg as elvis drank happily from his bottle, avoiding eye contact with the crowd while doing so.

elvis let the bottle slip from his lips and grabbed ahold of the mic, playfully babbling into it. "is that right? what else happened?" jerry chuckled, holding the mic for him. he continued his endless babbles, thinking he was saying something meaningful but only coming out as incoherent noises and words. "that's amazing, elvis. usin' your big words." jerry smiled.

the colonel wasn't having it, even though the press was enjoying it. as elvis held up his plushie to everyone, showing his friend off, he came in and announced that the conference was over. elvis frowned and clinged to jerry, burying his face in his neck. "go home now?" he asked.

jerry nodded, "yea, let's get you home."

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: ❤️Matt Murdock❤️ -Danny

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iii: Keeping Distance

Cat walked around the kitchen piling ingredient after ingredient on her plate, a beer that'd been drunk halfway stood next to the projection displayed in front of her.

She'd been uploading into the A.I. her old files containing the extensive list of super people she knew. They were divided into "B.A./B.M." Which stood for "Born average; Born mighty", so she could determine the nature of every hero's abilities. So far the "Born Average" was the largest section, and M.O.U.S.E. was giving her a quick update on the whereabouts of the enhanced people living in the world:

Sam and Bucky were fucking things up after the former stupidly gave up Steve's shield. She'd been upset when she found out, but Steve was long gone anyway, none of this affected him, wherever he was.

Wanda was near Pennsylvania, and whenever she gave her a call, Cat answered. Banner, Barton, and all of the others were having rather quiet lives, so she wasn't interested in them.

"Spider-man has been—"

"Mouse," she interrupted, "it's better if we leave that guy do his own thing. Don't keep an eye on him."

"Got it, boss."

The apartment door opened and she grabbed the earpiece laying on the bar, turning off the projection she'd been watching. She waited until the steps turned the corner.

"I don't remember giving you permission to be here," Matt stated.

"Sorry, S.H.I.E.L.D agents were following me and I didn't want them to see where I live, I had to lose them."

"S.H.I.E.L.D agents?" He sounded worried. "What did you do?"

"Calm down, they follow the potential agents they're about to hire to make sure they're trustworthy. I'm too well trained to allow that, though, I don't like having older men tailing me."

"And yet you stalk me all the time," he crossed his arms, "you finally got the call, then? Congrats."

"Thank you, I started the celebration," she seized her beer and tilted the bottle. "Wanna join?"

"Obviously," he smiled. Matthew reached and loosened his tie as he walked up to her, then stopped. "Is that a sandwich?"

She looked down at her plate. "Yeah?"

"Why does it smell like you put the whole convenience store in it?"

"You mean that in a good way?"

"In a revolted way," he got to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"I was hungry," she shrugged.

"You're anxious," he corrected, "and I don't think it's about your job."

"You and your sniffing..."

"I don't sniff," Matt laughed. He leaned his body against the breakfast bar next to her.

"You smelled the sweat on my brow? Is my heartbeat unsteady?" She stepped closer and put the tip of her index finger under his chin. "That's all you, hot-shot."

He smiled and moved her hand away, the gesture gave her a pleasant heat on her lower belly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he replied, "but at least explain to me what were you doing before I came in, I heard voices."

"I was getting acquainted with my new assistant," she moved her hair and tapped the artifact on her ear, "he's got a cute voice."

"Cool," Matt admitted, "you paid a visit to your family?"

She looked away, tidying up the kitchen. "Fury gave it to me. I ran into Happy the other day and..." she stopped, "I ran into him at a welfare organization, we were both there to leave a few boxes of clothing and whatnot. I might visit him soon... turns out he still likes me!"

"Not all the people in your life were there out of obligation," Matt took a sip of his beer and shook his head.

"I don't think all of them stayed out of obligation," she pouted, "I think the ones that didn't are dead, and the ones remaining reach out to me out of pity."

"Well, Happy appreciates you, so I hope you keep in touch. You could use a healthy role model in your life."

Cat laughed. "Happy's many things, but I wouldn't call him healthy. Paranoid, perhaps. A certified workaholic. But he is a good man, I'll give you that."

Matt's smile widened. "You realize that sounds a lot like me? And you don't see that as a problem."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm taking my beer and sandwich with me. Have fun doing absolutely nothing in this gloomy box you call home. Why don't you call Karen? I'd feel much better leaving you with my rival than with nothing but your sad thoughts as company."

Matt hadn't asked her to stop her dramatic exit but she still came to a halt when he replied. "I knew you'd bring up Karen one day."

"Oh, yeah," she said sarcastically, "I'm rabid with jealousy, foam coming out of the mouth, planning to push her into the traffic."

He walked over to her and took the plate from her hands, placing it on the table. "You're my favorite," he disclosed casually.

She did her best to hide her smile even if he couldn't see her. He could always sense it. "Don't lie to me. Karen is older and pretty, she's the obvious choice."

"Obvious?" He raised his eyebrows. "Don't talk like that, kitty. You know you're my only girl..."

She looked at him more intently. "Stop playing or I won't hold back."

"I could say the same."

"Tsk," she moved away, this time sounding truly unconvinced, "I do have to go, Matthew. I have to read S.H.I.E.L.D's file before I decide whether to take the spot or not."

"I thought you'd already chosen to do it?"

"I did," she smiled playfully, "but I have a few things I wanna do before I'm no longer allowed."

Cat was unwrapping the bandages around her fists when Harley arrived, she lightly kicked the door open and glanced at him before turning back.

"You're early."

"My class ended sooner than expected," The young man walked in and closed the door, he left his backpack near it. A white cat ran up to him and immediately purred around his ankles, but he ignored it. "How are you?"

"Well, I got a job," She dropped her bandages on the couch and began to unhang the boxing sack.

"Fury called?"

"Yup," Cat dropped the heavy bag in the corner of the room and the poor cat hissed. "But before I sign all the papers and fly off to God knows where, I want you to teach me nerd stuff."

"You haven't even started and you're already planning to stab them in the back?" He raised a brow.

The girl frowned. "Who said I'll be stabbing them in the back?"

"You want me to teach you how to steal data," he crossed his arms, "I'm pretty sure S.H.I.E.L.D can teach you that."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't hurt to learn a few extra tricks."

"Which translates to wanting to learn how to unlock files without them knowing you did it."

"Do you have to be such a smartass all the time?" She scoffed, throwing her water bottle at him.

Harley caught it and placed it on the table, he sighed.

"I'll do it only cause I owe you."

"Thank you," she blew a kiss at him, "and for God's sake just pick up that cat and pet him, he's being so whiny..."

Harley pulled out a chair and sat down, he called out the cat by name and when it was close enough he picked him up and placed him on his lap, then he reached out and grabbed her laptop. The young man noticed a few designs of something on it and was about to ask what that was when Cat pulled the laptop and away.

"I got a friend— Wanna meet him?"

"What about Felix?"

She grinned. "I'm not talking about a cat."

The girl sat next to Harley and tapped her ear.

"Say hi to my buddy, Mouse."

"What's up?"

"Woah!" Harley grabbed her face and tilted it to a side, looking at the earpiece. The abrupt motion scared Cat's feline, he rushed out of the room in outrage. "Where did you get this?"

"Tony," she smiled proudly, "apparently he was all in with Copycat working as a loner."

"That thing's valuable in so many ways," her friend replied in awe, "keep it safe, Stray."

She grabbed his hands and moved them away, placing them over her laptop. "Now teach me."

Harley shifted in his seat, but just when he was about to start, he halted.

"What?"

He looked concerned, the young man began to fidget without meeting her eyes.

"It's different now... you'll be risking your life every day, right?"

Her shoulders fell, she knew what was coming. "I might be trapped behind a desk for months, I might spend a whole year learning about some newly developed tech. It's not like the army, Junior, they won't throw me in the middle of a war."

"You'll call me often?"

"Not like I call you every night, but sure, if it makes you feel better— and you can look after Felix while I'm gone, he's not really my pet and he's not even here most of the time, but if it helps you... "

He hummed, Harley shifted again to face her, but he didn't look up yet.

"Before you guys started building that machine," he began, "we talked. I mean..."

"I know who you mean," she said.

"Well, he told me that if anything ever happened to him, that I... he knew you're my best friend so he asked—"

"Harley," Cat frowned, her voice getting tenser. "Did he ask you to look after me?"

He didn't answer, but he didn't need to.

"That's not your job."

"It's not a—"

"I'm a grown woman," she leaned back on her seat, rubbing her face, "I can't believe he did that to you."

"He didn't do anything!"

"He left you with a responsibility that has no business in your life," Cat pressed, "I trained, even more than Pietro, and—"

"He didn't mean it like that," Harley was quick to explain, "he knew that you would throw yourself into work, all he asked was to keep you company."

"What's the use in that? I'm okay. I'm fine." She huffed. "I've lost people before, and I got through it... not like you could stop me if I decide I don't want to keep on living."

She was expecting him to scold her, to yell, or simply demand to take it back, but Harley kept his eyes down, he looked tired. "You really know how to make a lad feel special."

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In any case, I just wanted to drop in and tell you that, and I hope that’s okay, because I know you’ve said you’ve been struggling with that fic recently. I don’t want this to come off as pressure, because it’s not intended to be that way. 🥺🥺 Anyways, best wishes to you and I hope you have a great new year! 🥰

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Hi~ a new follower here :). So I saw that you were taking hc requests and I wanted to send one because I love your fics ❤️❤️[they make my day], but wasn't sure if all the slots were filled or not... anyways if you still a some left~ would you mind doing a hc of a fem MC with bad eyesight (but doesn't realise it and bumps onto things or squints her eyes) with the characters of your choice from ikevamp? Have a nice day (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Hiya hiya! Thanks for the follow and for taking the time to read my fics, you're so sweet!

I don't have any slot limits for reqs, tbh! Every time I ask for them I only get a handful sent in, so I haven't set any cap limits. Aside from yours, I only have three sitting in my inbox so ejshd pls no worries about if I have too many.

Isaac

Honestly, it took him a while to notice. Everyone bumps into furniture from time to time, and whenever you happened to it seemed to be while you were distracted, so it made even more sense that it was just accidental.

It wasn’t until the two of you were sitting outside one afternoon that it clicked for him.

Isaac normally sat on one of the benches in the back ‘yard’ when he wanted some fresh air. Occasionally he’d be out when the other residents were out playing with their pets or whatnot, so when you sat down to join him for a break, he tried making light conversation about Vincent who was painting further out into the garden.

“I wonder what he’s painting today…”

“Who?”

Confused, he made a vague gesture in front of you. Vincent was easy to spot, so when you squinted and cocked your head, it clicked for him.

“...Do you need glasses?”

“What? No, he’s just a good distance away…”

“Yes but, not to the point of squinting- Mc, can you make out anything where he’s sitting?”

With your troubled expression staying firm on your face, Isaac took in a breath and asked what your plans were for tomorrow.

He knew the town better than you and most of the others, and knew of a place to get your eyes checked...Obviously, you couldn’t go alone, right?

As you accepted his offer, he slowly found his thoughts drifting onto the possibility of taking you to a couple of other stops in town you may like...

Theo

Theo didn’t notice until one late afternoon. You had been helping him around the town as he checked into a few places about potential showings and visiting a couple of possible clients.

Of course, by the time everything was said and done, it didn’t surprise Theo to hear your stomach growl.

Peering down the street, he saw a few places the two of you could stop by and eat.

“I suppose I should give my hondje a treat for working so hard today, hm? Where do you want to eat?”

He was about to tease when you took a moment too long to answer, until he noticed you squinting, trying to make out the signs further down the strip.

“...Can you not make out the signs?”

“Well, it’s dim and-”

Stubborn as ever, Theo didn’t let you wave him off. Instead, he told you to tell him when a certain sign was easy for you to read once you were close enough. The answer you gave made it clear, and he sighed.

“Oi, when we get back tell Sebastian I’m taking you out tomorrow to get this sorted out. I can’t believe you’ve gone so long-”

“I never realized!!”

Theo paused when he realized he had worked you up into a pout. With a quick ruffle of your hair, he tried to perk you up.

“Well...Regardless, we still need to find somewhere to eat. Come on, it’s my treat so you can order whatever you want.”

Arthur

It wasn’t unusual for you to make playful bets with Arthur- or rather, get wrapped up in a few. Billiards, chess, card games… The two of you had a go at pretty much all the games available at the mansion, except for darts.

Arthur had eagerly set the game up, but noticed you seemed a bit more hesitant than usual.

“What’s the matter, luv? Scared you’ll land one in the wall instead?”

“Well...Yeah, actually, I’ve always been terrible at darts.”

Oh. On second thought, this was probably a good opportunity for a tease…

He didn’t waste any time in trying to ‘guide’ you, placing a hand on your hip and getting you to try a few mock throws.

However, after he had backed away to let you throw on your own… You were abysmal. And, much to your dismay, you did manage to sink a few into the wall…

Which was odd, considering he never noticed your hand-eye coordination to be so terrible in other scenarios. It wasn’t until he caught you squinting that it made sense.

“Bird, are you supposed to be wearing glasses?”

Sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your neck. “Ah...I never thought to check and see, honestly.”

Well, that settled it.

“Nevermind the bet, luv. Tomorrow, let’s have a day out together, shall we? We can grab a bite to eat, get your eyes checked... Come to think of it, I bet you’d look rather lovely in a pair of- Ah!”

He laughed when you swatted his shoulder, your cheeks rosy with his teasing.

I think at the end of it all, each of the suitors would probably think Mc looked cute in her new glasses fjsdf Theo and Isaac wouldn’t have thought about it until they saw her in a pair, while Arthur……...probably was excited to see how she looked.

I hope this was fun to read! Honestly, getting this request was a bit weird because I've been thinkin about my oc finding out via one of the suitors that she needs glasses akjsjd I feel like you read my mind, haha!

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