he's  never  felt  more  awkward  in  his  entire  life  and  there  were  so  many  situations  that  could  beat  this  one,  but  they  never  really  revolved  around  him  coming  back  like  nothing  ever  happened.  as  if  matt  never  left  karen  and  his  life  within  the  kitchen  behind  to  chase  after  evil  like  it's  some  mission  bestowed  upon  him  by  the  lord  above  and  then,  he  felt  guilt. 

an  obvious  and  crushing  feeling  that  didn't  do  anything  good  for  him  until  he's  acted  on  it.  the  same  loop,  the  same  emotional  turmoil  that  made  him  sick  in  the  stomach.  he  was  lucky  enough  that  karen  even  opened  the  doors  for  him.

once  properly  inside  her  apartment,  it  smelled  different.  a  scent  he's  never  associated  with  karen  at  all  and  when  matt  sat  down  onto  the  couch,  he's  heard  it.  a  baby  crying  from  the  next  room.  that  definitely  did  it's  trick  to  pick  up  his  curiosity,  maybe  even  find  a  topic  to  talk  about.  ❝  are  you  ...  working  as  a  babysitter  now  ?  ❞  he  asks  with  a  gentle,  crooked  smile  as  his  hands  folded  anxiously  atop  his  lap.  god,  he  wasn't  too  good  at  small  talk,  was  he  ? @pagefied

      she  heard  the  baby  fuzz  and  then  the  soft  cries  coming  out  of  her  room,  and  god  she  wished  this  had  been  different.  she  had  spent  all  of  her  pregnancy  without  him,  and  now  she  was  struggling  for  words  to  come  as  he  asked  her  that  question.  ❝  n—no,  i'm  not.  ❞  karen  said  before  heading  to  her  bedroom  without  another  word;  for  a  moment,  she  hesitated  to  pick  up  her  own  son  and  bring  him  to  the  living  room.  should  she  lie  and  say  it's  not  his?  or  would  flesh  recognise  its  own?  meanwhile,  little  jackie  was  now  looking  up  with  those  same  lost  eyes  that  she  had  seen  in  his  father,  and  as  soon  as  he  recognized  her  scent,  he  immediately  settled  down. 

      the  blonde  woman  then  picked  him  up,  kissed  his  red  hair,  and  walked  towards  the  living  room  once  more  with  him  in  her  arms.  ❝  he's  my  son,  jack.  ❞  she  said  once  she  was  back  inside  the  living  room,  but  didn't  present  him  the  baby  or  make  an  effort  to  hand  jack  to  him;  she  was  still  bitter  about  him  leaving  and  not  being  there  for  her,  even  though  it  really  wasn't  either's  fault.  it  was  the  circumstances.

When you tell me that you love me

"Oh thank god, finally something that doesn't involve writing." Milla remarked jokingly when musical bouquet came up on the itinerary. They'd done bingo trying to guess what gifts were given off the registry, sketching a guess of Karen's wedding dress and a trivia worksheet on who knew the couple best. She tag teamed with Jessica as her writer so she was forced to play instead of "only being here for the alcohol".

"I looked up classic games!" Kirsten's voice pinned her location near the table where she was fetching the bouquet: the paper plate tradition for brides -- all the gift box bows stacks on top of the plate and decor ribbons strung through the middle to makeshift the stems part to hold. They had to be careful not to destroy it in what could become a cutthroat game since a bow bouquet's purpose was the stand-in wedding rehearsal. “I was trying to find some classics, I'm really sorry Milla.” 

Her tone colored from hostess happy to guilt as if there wasn't enough on her plate. Milla insisted she was just teasing. The bouquet was passed around the table quickly like a lit firecracker as the wedding-themed song played. 

      thing  was,  that  even  though  milla's  wish  for  her  to  win  was  there,  she  didn't.  she  lost,  making  it  a  presage  of  what  was  going  to  happen  later  that  night.  there  was  still  a  smile  on  her  lips,  her  eyes  focusing  for  a  minute  on  the  engagement  ring  that  matt  had  given  her,  a  dainty  ring  with  an  oval  diamond  in  the  middle,  her  fingers  running  against  the  stone  for  a  second,  realizing  that  by  tomorrow  evening,  she  would  be  mrs.  matthew  murdock,  and  then  all  the  things  that  they  had  talked  about  that  one  night  at  josie's  would  become  true.

      ❝  so,  it  seems  that  someone  else  will  also  be  the  lucky  one..  ❞  karen  said  as  she  turned  to  look  at  milla  who  was  the  one  who  had  the  makeshift  bouquet  in  the  end.  ❝  maybe  this  means  you'll  end  up  catching  the  reception's  bouquet,  millie.  ❞  karen  said  with  a  teasing  tone  as  she  reached  for  her  glass  cup,  taking  a  sip  from  the  themed  cocktail  they  had  been  drinking  all  night;  the  smile  still  on  her  lips,  bright  and  full  of  joy,  as  she  was  thankful  for  her  friends  and  the  man  she  was  going  to  marry,  who  was  probably  celebrating  wth  foggy  somewhere. 

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞