35: “Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good, or should I change?”
(Side note: I’m only ten episodes into Daredevil, so bear with me!) (P.S. Also, sorry if this is terrible?? I feel like I’m really only pretending to be a writer at this point lmao)
“Hey, I’m here!”
You knew Matt had probably heard you coming before you’d even set sight on his door, but you still felt the need to call out to him as you let yourself into his apartment. Maybe it was more courtesy than necessity but, in spite of the fact that he’d given you a key a few weeks ago, you still didn’t quite feel comfortable just walking in unannounced.
“Be out in a minute!” His voice came from his bedroom, and for a moment you considered just joining him in there. The two of you had planned on just spending the night in with your laptop, watching (well, you watching and him listening to) your favorite Netflix show, and ordering pizza from around the block. But now that you were here, spending the night in bed seemed like a much more appealing alternative.
Before you could decide, Matt emerged from his room, looking dapper in a black suit. You cocked an eyebrow at him, momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t see you.
“Why are you dressed like that?”You asked, perching carefully on the arm of the couch. Glancing down at yourself, you almost laughed out loud at the stark contrast between your outfits, you being clad in sweatpants and an old t-shirt and him looking like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine.
“Does that mean it looks good, or should I change? If I’m telling the truth, I’m never really sure if I match or not,” Matt replied, his lips quirking up somewhere between a smile and a smirk. You snorted, reaching out for him as he made his way towards you.
“No, trust me, you look good,” you said, pulling him in for a quick kiss when he got close enough. “But I currently look homeless. I thought we were hanging out here tonight?”
“Plans can change. Tonight I want to take my girlfriend out and show the whole city how beautiful she is.”
“I could literally have a dragon’s head and sloth arms, and you would never know,” you teased. He laughed at this, placing his hands on either side of your neck and leaning in to kiss you gently.
“Come on, dragon lady,” he quipped as he pulled away. “Your red dress is still hanging in my closet from the last time…” Trailing off, you both took a moment to remember the last night you wore that dress, and how eager he was to take it off of you at 3 AM when he’d finally gotten you home.
“You sure you don’t wanna just stay here?” You whispered, tugging at the lapels on his suit jacket. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours; his eyes heavy-lidded as you ran your fingers down his chest, stopping when you neared his hips. “Hmm?” You hummed, prompting him to answer.
“Okay, your idea is better. Bedroom?” You grinned at the strain in his voice, already pushing past him before he reached the end of his sentence. He was following you before you even responded back.
Most people would get a cat or a dog or, if they were feeling particularly adventurous, a well-behaved snake.
But Kent Parson was not most people.
No, instead Kent had to get a dragon.
To be fair, Kent didn’t plan on getting a dragon. He’d bought the egg from a dusty, secondhand store when he’d first moved to Vegas. The shop owner had told him it was an unopened geode but he’d just enjoyed that it was an ugly-looking rock. Kent never bothered to crack open the rock, and the egg sat on his shelf for a long time before it actually showed any signs of life.
It was a mystery that Kent would never really know for sure, but it was like the little dragon had known that when he had needed her more than ever.
When he’s hungry and there’s no snacks around, he’s the WORST.
- Ever dealt with an annoying cat when they’re hungry? It’s essentially him
- He’ll just start poking and complaining to Mahiru, who insists there’s food but “You know what I mean, snack food!”
- If that doesn’t work, he’ll shift into cat form and crawl into Mahiru’s lap “You wouldn’t let such a cute cat starve, right?”
- Mahiru just kinda shoves him away, very rarely does he give in
- One time while Mahiru was studying, he didn’t even respond to him. Kuro just sat in another chair, with his chin resting on the table, staring at a cup
- Kuro then looks up a Mahiru with a fearless stare “don’t you dare!” *CRASH*
- Mahiru only uses plastic cups now
- When there’s no cereal or other breakfast foods, mornings are hell
- “Mahiru, there’s nothing to eat.” “Kuro it’s 7 AM, can you not?”
- Kuro will just sit cross legged on the bed, or right on top of Mahiru, staring intently before Mahiru goes “fuck it” and makes something to eat
- Sometimes he can slip back into his room really quick and lock the door
- But later on when he leaves, Kuro looks at him, utterly betrayed
Valuable and ingenious he might be, thought Jack, fixing him with his glass, but false he was too, and perjured. He had voluntarily sworn to have no truck with vampires, and here, attached to his bosom, spread over it and enfolded by one arm, was a greenish hairy thing, like a mat - a loathsome great vampire of the most poisonous kind, no doubt. ‘I should never have believed it of him: his sacred oath in the morning watch and now he stuffs the ship with vampires; and God knows what is in that bag. No doubt he was tempted, but surely he might blush for his fall?’
No blush; nothing but a look of idiot delight as he came slowly up the side, hampered by his burden and comforting it in Portuguese as he came.
‘I am happy to see that you were so successful, Dr Maturin,’ he said, looking down into the launch and the canoes, loaded with glowing heaps of oranges and shaddocks, red meat, iguanas, bananas, greenstuff. ‘But I am afraid no vampires can be allowed on board.’
‘This is a sloth,’ said Stephen, smiling at him. ‘A three-toed sloth, the most affectionate, discriminating sloth you can imagine!’ The sloth turned its round head, fixed its eyes on Jack, uttered a despairing wail, and buried its face again in Stephen’s shoulder, tightening its grip to the strangling-point.
Headcanon: On New Year’s Day Mahiru and Kuro both sleep in till noon and spend the whole day doing nothing, relaxing from last night’s birthday/New Year’s party and cuddling. The most they do is build a fort out of pillows and blankets, get new snacks from the kitchen and put on movie after movie. Even Mahiru takes it easy and doesn’t do housework or mind the crumbs on the bed and couch, and it’s Kuro’s favorite day in the entire year.
Plot twists from my all-night essay writing adventure:
It wasn’t actually due on Tuesday. I stayed up all night in order to submit my take home test essays, sans a question. Two days early. I would like to take this time to bless my prof for informing me of my stupidity via email today and allowing me to submit the last question with only a 5% penalty.
“Mamoru punishing smut, please! (Kind of a continuation of your other Mamoru smut, the one where she handcuffs him – the continuation of that once he gets out of the cuffs)”
“*instantly has a trench coat on and is in a dark alley and whispers in your ear* Can I get me some Mamoru smut tho?”
[I combined these two requests since I thought about doing the follow up of How do you plead mr detective for @anime-and-randomness-with-lucy anyway. So here it is. ALSO thought about making this into a mini series…maybe. Seriously, Love me some Mamo. ENJOY.]