#my brain is plagued by them i had to do smth about it

[alligaytorswamp]

i love them so much...

[lisa-grdjc]

more NegaPosi angler thoughts…🎣

practically dissecting the entire scene (as painful as it is) atp but i simply can’t get over the way their body language and expressions are animated throughout their argument and compiled all the random little things that just… really got to me (⬆️). like. how it starts off so subtle, with an averted gaze, some fidgeting. and it keeps us on edge, bc we know they’re bound to reach a breaking point if they keep chipping away at each other’s patience (spoiler they do, a few secs later—)

(what’s also so satisfying to me is how clean and consistent the animation has been overall and im not exaggerating when i say each frame is screenshot-worthy. gotta appreciate a top tier animation especially for such an underrated gem ; its one of the many strengths of the series and i had to point that out even tho it’s not really what i wanted to talk abt in this very self-indulgent post)

indeed there were times where i was momentarily distracted and couldn’t rly focus on the dialogues so i had to replay some parts—and im not ashamed to admit it was whenever takaaki was on screen. cuz i was too busy staring at him and his lethal face card—(actually that’s been my problem in every episode since he’s been introduced, seriously, he’s attractive as fuck, and his voice and its playful, velvety lilt is to die for, ok? but. it’s different in that episode’s case)

bc i believe this is the first time we’re seeing takaaki looking so pained and angry and violent after having known him for almost ten eps out of twelve being sunshine incarnate and the sweetest guy you could ever imagine—and it shook me to my core.

im a simple person. basically, kind characters who’ve always been depicted as cheerful and carefree (often wth a sad backstory and traumatic past) who suddenly find themselves wth said past catching up to them and you can see the very moment their facade starts to crumble apart—that shit does smth to me and boy do i eat it up every goddam time. it hurts so good.

so yeah seeing that kind of devastated look on takaaki’s face caused me the emotional whiplash of the century and im positive it also chemically altered sth in my brain.

mind you this is all without mentioning how he was fighting with a (dying) person who means so much to him and whom he cares about more than anything and how it must’ve been tearing him apart to hear those words coming out of hiro’s mouth with his little brother’s death still plaguing him and—

yea im not ok

[bimbombimbo]

thistook like way too long it was supposed to be a doodle

anyways uhhh kid sniper and his trapinch!!! + grown up.. and flygon.. i have been rotating tf2 pokemon in my brain !!

You guys wanna listen to me ramble about tf2 Pokemon so baaad.. go on.. click on the read more thing...

OKAY SO i need to get this out of my system

It's probably obvious that Mick had been a difficult kid (of course, given that he was an outcast probably: the slim, small, weird kid with no body hair) and very much without friends. He'd have been the object of, mockery and nasty jokes and things like that; school sucks buddy!

Applying that into a Pokemon world: Mick would have definitely wanted a huge, strong pokemon. Probably to be able to properly defend himself, one like Kangaskhan, or a Zangoose or a Seviper (or even better, a Charizard just like he'd seen on TV!). Of course, having a strong pokemon would require years of training (and bonding too!), something that required a level of patience little Mick hadn't built yet. So, knowing his way into the woods due to always hanging around there by himself (comfort? escape? who knows), he goes deeper and deeper. Yeah, he tries to catch creatures he deems "strong", and horribly fails, again and again.

During one of these awful attempts, he returns home, frustrated and tired. However, the constant trips to this unknown part of the outback (and, of course, making a lot of noise) had attracted a teeny tiny creature: a Trapinch! The weak link of his group, low level, weak thing (but fierce and with a high defense), its presence isn't recognized until Ms. Mundy finds a lot of her crops missing and others bitten.

Of course, Mick finds the plague and brings it back to the outdoors, away from home. But it refused!Going back to the little boy's house each time it is taken away. Catching it on a small trap, Mick is willing to exterminate it, but something talks to him. Maybe he saw himself in the eyes of that tiny critter (who was struggling in a cage that wasn't made for it), or maybe he learned some empathy from his mother, or maybe he just wanted to contradict his dad. So, he keeps it in the end.

Clearly, the kid doesn't expect much from this, little creature that fits in his backpack (bad idea: he shouldn't have brought it with him to school, now he's also the weird pokemon kid). But still, he feeds it, he brings it with him everywhere (can't trust his dad enough), and slowly gets used to its presence.

The Trapinch soon tags along Mick into his hunting trips. The kid trains his precision with the bow and, in a couple of years later, his dad's rifle. Understands his companion's hunting method too, and slowly begins to train and teach new moves to it. A bond is forming! Through the years, Mick starts seeing the Trapinch as a pet (not that his family didn't had pets, but this one? it was his. the connection was visible between them)

The bullying problem doesn't stop though. Mick learns to avoid it, and avoid telling his parents about it (given that he already defends himself, and he doesn't want to make a fuss out of it). He drops school around his last years, dedicating himself to only hunting for some time, taking about a sixteen/seventeen year-old guy probably.

And wahoo! Word gets around about the quiet guy that headshots all the bunnies and deers and just like that he gets his first actually sniper job. (Not really going into that, let's focus on the pokemon aspect instead)

Trapinch probably evolves around this time. Not an extremely incredible event (some evolutions are televised) but Sniper might have not expected a Big Dragon-Fly. Vibrava is such a cool pokemon tho, it gets a while for Sniper to get used to the new name.

- Fun idea a friend of mine commented: "Vibrava can get him his jars to pee. It can also work as a bomb helicopter or smth: it grabs the jarate, flies above the enemy and drops it in their head"

However I do think they wouldn't have gone in much sniping jobs together, given a feral Vibrava's nature of, uh, the ultrasonic waves thing. It probably goes away a lot, into the outback all by itself. That's fine, but Sniper can't stop thinking his pokemon is going to leave and not come back some day.

Around this time, Sniper gets his contract at RED, travelling to Americs (probably around, 23 years old?) Forgive me for I don't know much about dates and ages! I headcannon Sniper to be in his mid 30's during the comic (Even though I'm pretty sure he's canonically 26, I'm sorry, I can't imagine him being younger than 30)

Sniper brings Vibrava with him into his (recently obtained) van, close to RED headquarters. For obvious reasons, it is not taken into the matches, but it's left out of its pokeball to explore around. At first, it doesn't return to sleep one night. Then it happens more often.

And it finally happens. Vibrava doesn't come back for a day, two days, a week. Of course, Sniper feels devastated, thinking it's gone for good (but leaving his window open everyday, just in case...)

He wakes up one day (or is it night? probably too early to notice), having heard a strong wind move his van. Groggy, goes outside to check if a storm of some kind is approaching, and he'd greeted by an enormous, dragon-bug thing that grabs him by the arms and lifts him up in the sky.

Flygon is way stronger than Vibrava. Bigger, of course, and more active. But still playfully bites at his hands, and still lays on its back demanding belly rubs like a dog (just like it used to do when it was a Trapinch). They go on camping trips together a lot. Sniper could technically go on its back, but he doesn't want to leave the van alone.

Sniper probably looks back to when he was a kid and is glad to not have uh, eliminated the pokemon when he had a chance.

FUCK THAT'S A LOT? i ain't reading allat 😂 if you're here thanks for reading i love you

[girlsdads]

I doooo remember a few sneak peeks from 💦🚽 so now im curos about creature maxxx

soooo i initially had the idea over the summer while i was super stoned sunbathing in my backyard, i was listening to the song zombie by everglow (shoutout to any kpop stans out there) and thinking about how i need more monsterfucking fics... i wanted to write smth for motorsport halloweenfest but alas i am plagued by executive dysfunction so it was not to be for that fest (crowd boos)...

wow i was just trying to summarize the fic concept but i ended up writing a wall of text so utc...

but yeah it was basically gonna be max (who is not actually max verstappen in the sense that we know him, but is very max-coded) as a genderless cannibalistic shapeshifter (nods to wendigo lore) who doesn't actually like eating humans but rather is fascinated by them, stumbles across wildly underprepared idiot backpacker daniel half frozen to death in the snowy forest and is like hmm this human is very nice looking i will take him back to my place and keep him safe (the place is a cave, albeit a cozy cave filled with human trinkets the creature has collected over the years), the creature doesn't want daniel to be afraid when he wakes up so wants to shapeshift into a form daniel would recognize so it sifts through daniel's memories (these creatures can do that by getting a taste of a human's blood, idk maybe daniel has some cuts or smth and the creature gets a lickety lick) and finds that real life max features very strongly in these memories and clearly daniel has some deep feelings for him (although i'm picturing that daniel and IRL max are not together, max is married to kelly etc etc but daniel has been in unrequited love with him for ages), so anyway the creature shifts into max's form and daniel regains consciousness to find himself in a cave with max verstappen staring at him. he can immediately tell that something is off like he's pretty sure this max is Something Else, but he's still a little delirious from almost dying and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth when this may be his only chance to be with max (or something that looks and sounds like him at least). anyway. they have sex. the creature isn't able to maintain the human form when it gets near orgasm and as daniel is about to nut his brains out he sees max with his head thrown back and his jaw unhinging to make room for long sharp teeth. (it does not turn him off. ) imagining daniel accepting the creature for what it is (though it spends most of its time in max form, finds it likes the way the body looks and feels), and yayyy they fall in love and daniel teaches the creature about human things and idk they build a cozy log cabin in the forest and daniel becomes a hermit with his monster-max 🥰

little snippet below, i actually really enjoy writing in this style so i do hope to expand on this someday. (for clarity, the creature is referred to with It/Its)

It had been drawn to this place for that very reason, skulking weakly through the shadows of the outlying villages, hunger a sentient, gnawing thing in Its hollow gut. Each squat building It had slunk past was teeming with humans, the unctuousness of their living flesh clogging Its scent receptors and sending thick saliva spilling out between Its jagged teeth.  It would be so easy to sate Its appetite here. It can almost taste the rich tang of oxygen-saturated blood, their meat alive with it. It can also taste the acrid burst of fear that always sours everything, when It does feed this way. It had learned early on that It was an anomaly of their kind, when the other younglings had feasted ravenously on the fresh kills brought to them by the elders, had growled in delight at the delicacy. It had found the flavor to be foul, but sensed enough to hide Its grimace. It had seen others ostracized for much less.

[zerobaselove]

and so, i love you | kim taerae

pairing: taerae x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 903

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: saw those taerae previews and literally RAN to my inbox to find smth taerae related to write... so i picked a request for something relating to glue song <3

for taerae, writing songs was like therapy. he could get all of his thoughts and feelings onto paper in a way that made sense for him, keeping them from covering every surface of his brain. in a way that felt beautiful like flowers; flowers that were once wild in a field, turned into a beautiful arrangement of scents and colours, all with their own meaning. 

finding the right words to use for this song, i have you in mind, so it won’t take so long

he had found himself sitting, twirling the pen in his hand as he hummed a faint melody, trying to tie words to the sound. he wasn’t sure what he had planned to write about, but like most writing sessions, the words always came back to you. 

he was absolutely enamoured with you; the way you smiled with your eyes or the way your cheeks puffed up when you took a sip of something. the way you had one piece of hair consistently out of place, or the way your eyes lit up when you saw a furry little creature like a cat or a dog. the way you treated everyone kindly and your optimistic outlook on life. all of it. he could write hundreds of songs about you, and he was sure he would.

loving you was easy. it came like second nature to taerae. there wasn't a moment that went by where he wasn't thinking about you in some fashion. maybe he saw something in your favourite colour or decided to get a drink you like, just because you like it, or maybe your favourite song came on the radio. no matter it was, it always came back to you.

he never expected to end up like this. he never thought he would be lucky enough to find someone like you who makes him feel like he does, that's what movies are for, he used to say. but you proved him wrong, or rather, you made his life like a movie.

never thought i’d find you, but you’re here, and so i love you

love. that is all he could describe the emotion as. even then, it almost didn't feel like enough. it felt like no words would ever be enough to capture your beauty, but he was determined to try. your existence in itself was art to him, and so it was his mission to create his own art to repay you for being in his life.

he wasn't always the best at talking. afraid of the intimate words shared with nothing to fall back onto. the fear of silence from either end kept him from getting too serious too often. and so writing was his favourite outlet. there was no room for tripping over his words or empty air. and he could tell you exactly what was on his mind.

right now his brain seemed to be plagued by a rather big confession. this feeling of love, well, you both had never explicitly said it out loud. perhaps you were waiting for the right moment. but in this moment as he scratched out and rewrote words like a machine, he was sure of one thing. he loved you. and he needed to tell you.

i’m not wrong when i say i’ve been stuck by the glue onto you

to be stuck; to adhere or cling to something. that's how taerae was with you. where you went, he followed. he wasn't really sure when he started wanting to be close to you, in every sense, but it was overwhelming. he just never wanted to leave your side, and the same went for you with him.

at some point in your relationship, you had just grown to prefer your time being by each other's side as if stuck by glue.

taerae was so absorbed in his thoughts and the words in front of him, he didn't even notice you walking up to the table he was sitting at outside a small cafe.

"what are you doing here love?" you asked, glancing over the sprawled-out notebook and pens at the table along with the now-empty coffee to his side.

he seemed a little caught off guard at first, but the shock was quickly overtaken by a wide smile as he quickly moved his bag from beside him, leaving you room to sit next to him. "just writing, needed a change of scenery."

the two of you chatted for a moment before you let the curiosity get the best of you. "so when are you gonna show me one of these songs, hm?" you teased, leaning into his arm as if to coerce him to let you into his prized notebook, and subsequently, his mind.

"well," he breathed out. it was doing him no good to keep it all held to his chest, so he made a quick, and potentially stupid decision. "how about later tonight, my place, 8?"

you couldn't hide the smile that quickly spread to your cheeks, not only at the invitation, but just at getting to spend more time with him.

"8 o'clock it is," you stood up, pecking his cheek before grabbing your phone off of the table, "i'll see you then, and don't work too hard."

"don't worry about me, my love, it comes easy."

he knew love didn't come easy on it's own, but loving you? well that was the easiest thing he's ever done.

[heleizition]

my brains in scrambles but im here to incoherently scream about ur characters. i love them so fucking much. holding gabe gently in my hands and weeping, baby deserves a hug. they ALL deserve a hug... also vessel? vessel lore??? is there other types of vessels like with the fuckery of jasper and angel? assigning angel and demon based on vibes is a top tier choice. takes in hands and squishes. is an angel/demon the age of when they died? are there pets. they all need emotional support animals...

EEEEH HI !!!!!

eve's vessel lore is from forever ago and i dont rly feel like talking about it because i won't go forward with it lol but the world then had fantastical elements in and eve was her parents pet project to raise a powerful being from the dead or smth and that was actually what had caused the illness n stuff to spread and at the end she turned into a tree to save everyone yayyyyy but thats not happening anymore.

jasper & angel and then cody & god are the only vessel like things happening rn.

i havent added any pets yet!!!! theres something to do with purgatory (angel/demon realm) and the land in between (where our protagonists head quarters are and where arthur and maria are and where a lot of people are living in we'll find out bc more people hate this war than people think!!!!) and the creatures living there. titania should have like a pet flesh centipede. absolutely terrifying but it jst wants pets and treats actually.

UM........... SO................. the ages are just................ well at first i was like oh teh'yre reborn in their ideal body while still being themselves or smth !!! (would explain masectomy scars for eden & abel yay) but it doesnt make much sense bc vik never lived his 20s... but people do grow old in this realm maybe.... its a work in progress i guess lol im jst vibing with this. at first i was super serious and trying to make everything coherent but like. im never publishing this im neverm kaing an actual comic or video game or any type of narration beside talking abt it with u guys ! so like. ill do what i want . yay

also ! new angel art just dropped with their official human hair yayyyy

idk what i said abt them yet <3 they're a very bright very happy character except they are also plagued with fear and anxiety and like. are they really really real ? you know : ) !!!!!! theyre doing their best. excited to put them in my ocs aus. :D

[random-vore-blog]

Hi, I love your MHA fics and stuff! You write the characters so well! If you're still taking requests, and interested, I'd really love to see one of Present Mic comforting a student, or something similar to that. (They could have like a shrinking quirk or smth, idk LOL) No pressure to do so, of course! Keep up the good work!! :)

Alright! Sure! I am going to use my mha triplet oc for this because she fits in with the description.

UA was quiet for a change. No screaming or explosions, no fighting or anything. It was absolute bliss tonight for a lot of the students. All except one student who constantly had nightmares of the death of her two sisters and her past with Overhaul.

Tossing and turning, tears threatening to escape their prison after so many years of building the tough act. However, that act was torn apart when she found out about the death of her sisters. Five months... five months right after the three of them were rescued, rehabilitated and got the proper treatments needed help them cope with their traumas.

Sweat crept out of the pores, the room suddenly too hot for the sensitive organ covering her body to protect the flesh underneath. The fabric covering her body drenched with the salty water that escaped the skin prison.

The flashbacks of their bodies, the dead stares from their lifeless bodies boring into her like sharp knives cutting through flesh with ease. It haunted her mind, a plague that never vanished no matter how many times she went to therapy.

She gasped, sitting upright with eyes open and glowing white, ears lowered as her body trembled. Light yellow hair hugged her skin, clinging onto it as if it sensed her distress. It had been months since she was rescued with her sisters by the heroes. The first meeting was not in the best of circumstances.

But that was almost three months ago. She had to get over the trauma- or should have gotten over it by now. The plague of nightmares prevented that, however and kept reminding her of the horrible life she had. The excruciating pain she and her sisters endured for twelve long years. She was almost eighteen years old, yet she acted like a child. Why was she so childish at the age of almost eighteen? Why? Just why?

Her brain thought of one person to calm her down, to comfort her but she was scared. What if he was not there? What if she disturbed him at early hours? She didn't want to intrude or trouble him with her childish behaviour. What would he think about it?

So many questions, no answers for any of them.

She lifted the covers off of herself, slowly hanging her feet off the bed and placing them on the cold floor below. The wooden floorboards were smooth but cold to the touch just like ice. It wasn't as bad as when she was in the hands of Overhaul. But that... man... that thing kept her hostage for so long, for 12 years with her sisters, until they were saved by Aizawa Shota and Bakugo Katsuki.

A small creek made her tense up, body stiff as though cement had turned solid, ceasing her ability to move. The fear of loud noises always got to her, and she didn't know why it still affected her.

Her muscles relaxed slightly, but not much. She could move, but it proved to be difficult, as if she herself was a heavy object being dragged. That did not settle down her nerves, however. It just made them crawl sround like worms, even her gut felt like it was made out of caterpillars ready to transform into butterflies.

A knock made her flinch, something her brain couldn't decipher if it was a threat behind the wooden wall or if someone with good intentions stood behind the object, ready to comfort and soothe her scared soul, to heal it and take away most of the trauma off of her mind.

" Rika? You alright in there?"

Present Mic? Her entire body relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice. The tension that once seeped through her muscle and bones evaporated in the air.

" Mr. Mic?"

Her small and shaky voice made her cringe, coiling in on herself like a snake, tail wrapping around her knees as if to barricade hersself away from the world.

" Yes, Rika. It's me. I heard whimpering from my room. Are you alright?"

Her throat felt dry, her tongue felt dry even as she swallowed back her insrecurity of how weak and vulnerable she sounded not too long ago.

" Can I come in?"

She gave a small yes, voice above a whisper, but he heard it. She watched as the knob to the room she resided in twisted, door opening to reveal the man that stood on the other side.

" What's wrong? Another nightmare?"

Present Mic, the only teacher she really allowed to be in her personal bubble for as long as he wanted to. Not like the other teachers, however. She'd snap and growl at them, cursing them out or even start biting them due to her more animal-like behaviour. Present Mic, however, was different. While the other teachers restrained her whenever she got aggressive because of her temper and forgetting her life before everything happened, Present Mic always made sure to try and do his best to not forget her past and possible abuse in the darned place Overhaul had her in, along with her sisters.

She jerked as he sat down on her soft bean bag, the colour was a soft orange that gave her a sense of safety and warmth, a reminder of what the sun looked like whenever she went to play outside. She took a deep shaky breath, shivering slightly as the nightmare flashed in her mind, snippets taunting her.

" ... Y-yes."

He rested a hand on her shoulder, causing her to tense up begore relaxing again.

" It's not your fault, Rika. It was the LOV, not you."

" But- but they would still be here if I arrived on time! If I hadn't decided to split up-"

" Rika, listen to me very carefully. Had you been there, the chances of you three surviving would be close to zero."

She began to shiver, whimpering again at the memory. Present Mic sighed.

" How about I take you to Aizawa? Maybe he can-"

" NO! I don't- he-"

She couldn't make a complete sentence before starting another one, and Present Mic quickly reacted, telling her to calm down and that he won't get Aizawa. Aizawa was another teacher she trusted, but feared to ask something that might anger him. She hated seeing him angry, thus the fear of angering him evolved. She trusted the other teacher, she really did, but seeing him angry made her fearful. It reminded her of her past, how angry Overhaul would get at her whenever something went wrong during experiments that were done on her.

She only trusted people her age or younger. Aizawa and Present Mic were the only exceptions for being in the older category.

" Woah- okay! It's okay! I won't get Aizawa."

He nearly forgot about her fear of an angry person. He should be ashamed for forgetting that important information.

" I- I- nevermind... it's stupid."

She stopped speaking, frowning as her shaking stopped for a few seconds. He had an idea of what she wanted, what she wanted to ask, but he had to be sure.

" You want to..."

He thought of how to ask it, to word it perfectly.

" ... be safe again?"

She kept quiet, ears lowered more as she tried to hide her face, blushing from embarrassment and shame but nodded, trying to avert her gaze away from him. Present Mic thought for a while, trying to think of how to calm her down before comforting and keeping her safe.

" Want some hot chocolate?"

She shook her head slowly and shakily. She seemed to be desperate for that comfort. The sliver of safety, even if it was just for the night, an act only a child of eight would want from their parents... She was an eight year old inside the body of seventeen. The world was harsh, and she endured it, witnessing the cruelty at a young age no child should ever witness.

He sighed heavily, slowly parting his lips to reveal pink-red gums and muscle behind white teeth. The top canines a bit longer than any human, but it was unnoticeable enough to not give away his true identity as a predator. Rika stared at the pink-red cavern of flesh, the abyss right down the tube that led to his digestive system.

With a shaky meep, she shakily and cautiously stepped inside, lowering herself until she was basically on her hunches, scanning the area as the entrance closed with a soft click of the teeth behind her. The male grimaced as he swallowed, using his hand to support the barely noticeable lump in his throat.

He swallowed again and again, taking up to four swallows to properly send her on her merry way. The fourth was needed to pull her down as she was a bit stuck in his throat. He still grimaced even after she made it safely in the pouch above his stomach. A secondary organ found only in predators. He was a predator alright, but not an evil one like in mythology or stories. Villains with his predator appearances fit in that mythical category.

He could feel her settle in her new compartment, relaxing in the fleshy chamber that only predators had. He knew she was okay. He had good control over sending valuable things to his storage organ, a crop or false stomach- there were many names for it- and knew when to store and how to store.

He hoped Rika would not grieve as much as she did now in the future.

Sorry for the long wait! I was very busy and hope you enjoyed it!

[yinyuedijun]

mao i’ve been going crazy over desire path for like over a year like thinking abt it almost every day for so long. i’ve been a silent reader for a while but you need to know that your rin sae triangle has been plaguing my every thought like a literal vengeful spirit for soooo long. your writing is so incredible bc you can TELL that you do painstaking research and planning etc and that your brain worms are like just as Bad and Life Altering as other sae angst enjoyers. i fear i’ll never stop thinking abt this universe </3 thank u for sharing all the snippets that u do i hope you never leave this app. the new fic has me so fucked up i can’t ever recover from it. the dialogue and slow alteration of dynamics from innocent and childlike to smth taboo in its comforting way but how it was all somehow inevitable… sae’s inner turmoil and reader’s habits of coping from such a dark upbringing that she doesn’t even understand are not socially acceptable… and how this all relates to rin’s pov in desire path where he knows u so much better than anyone in ur life but how he’s still clueless abt so much�� he’s still unwittingly trying to catch up to sae… the strange and twisted ways they care but how their ways of competing and showing affection makes so much sense bc of how they grew up w only each other… they’re just reader’s big brothers and they want the best for her but the fear that the best companions for her are the ppl who aren’t supposed to take care of her in that way… the way nobody except the three of them can understand their dynamic and how deeply it’s messed them up….AAAAHDJSHSJ!;);&:&????? it’s driving me mad sorry im so insane abt this u literally shouldn’t read all this i just need you to know that you have the biggest brain in the universe. i genuinely hope you’re having the best day ever and that it only gets better from now on

like ur characterisation and world building and even the way u just describe the weather. the way u make their memories from childhood so vivid and the way everything leads to the present in such an inevitable kind of manner??? like yeah sae hurt the reader but all the little reasons why he had to leave. the way he was only trying to take care of her as children and the way he’s still trying to be a brother to her despite everything im going crazy mao u write so well

HI THERE omg I'm so sorry for how long it took me to reply to this 😭 but thank you so much!!!!! it's so mindblowing to me that you've been thinking about this cursed fic for a whole year haha! it makes me so glad how much funayuurei informs your reading of desire path, especially with how much it shows that rin is truly in the dark in that fic. and I LOVE that you said that you feel like everything leads to the present in an "inevitable" manner - when I write these non-chronological tragedies, that's exactly the feeling that I'm going for. it's not exactly that the present-day tragedy wasn't preventable, but it's more like the present-day tragedy happened for a reason. sae was only cruel because he had to be!!!! that was the only way he felt he could fulfill his duty as the eldest!!!!!

ANYHOW thank you 🥺💖💖💖

[why-is-thinking-so-hard]

okay so au time prologue actually

this gets really long

⚠️spoilers for mean girls, both of them⚠️

fuck okay, I have to remember how this all started hang on...

and the context IS important TO ME

anyway, I think this started with the bus actually. holy shit, this started yesterday? oh my god... I feel like this has been plaguing my brain for weeks.

so my friend and I had just watched both mean girls movies because he had never seen either one before and that needed to be fixed. after he left my place, I saw a post joking about making a legal case for the bus driver speeding through the school zone and my adhd brain took that and ran and I mean RAN. before I knew it I was thinking about how that crash was intentional.

we had just watched both movies so the scene was fresh in my mind, I mean, they had to see regina in the road well before they hit her, but there's no attempt to warn her and get her out of the road or stop the bus until after she's been hit. in both movies the road is clear, not a single car or person-- hell, not even a single piece of trash--, regina's in the road for a minute or so, there are no visible crossroads or corners around the crossings where she's hit so the driver didn't whip around a corner and plausibly not see her, and you don't hear the brakes on the bus until after regina's been hit and buses are big so takes time for the brakes to engage, if they were trying to stop before they hit her, you would've heard the screech and swerving during that scene but there's nothing and the bus is heading straight on.

anybody who follows @butchregina (love their art, literally gave me gender envy and now im shopping for binders) knows they often ask what people are thinking about and so I sent the whole above analysis in and they answered "I think someone put a hit out on her"

what does this have to do with a superhero/spider-man cadina au? im getting there, but wow this is getting long. why is it I can write an essay like its nothing when im no longer in school?

the answer was funny so I sent it to my friend and he said "there is no driver cady just manifests them[...] its why she was homeschooled in the African savannah her prents had to be somewhere with no cheeselog busses for her to teleport to her location within a fifty mile radius or smth," which I also sent in as an ask with the caption "another option," to which the answer was "she is a superhero. She does control the buses."

so this is where we actually get into the how the superhero/spider-man au thoughts came to be. that response got me thinking about superhero cady, not cady summoning buses because that made me lose my mind, but superhero cady. part of me was endeared to the idea of a cadina where cady had powers but regina didn't but how can regina not have powers? when I started thinking about it it truly was just a vague superpower au, like, cady somehow got powers and had to hide them- maybe janis and Damian know and are her Man In The Van TM- and then there's regina who kinda looks down on her but thinks her hero alter ego is the shit it was a whole thing but I feel like I should wrap this essay up.

point being, there are more details, but I will get into them in another post because this was the prologue, the context of why this has been plaguing my mind for... less than 24 hours at last check. I will be posting more about this under superhero cadina or spider-man cadina, it depends on how vague I am about their story and powers.

if you read to the end of this, thank you for indulging my rambling about whatever the hell this was/is going to end up being, best of love and luck to you

[dykevanny]

haz i know absolutely nothign about zeno rpg but ur zeno au has intrigued me and im curious about it,,, i saw smth abt like. meomory loss and being handcuffed together and ik they eat ppl but thats it 😭 explain the au if u want ig bc im interested and i think thye look so silly. also bc u put vanny n will in my brain and they wont leave im shooing them with a boom and they are not moving

OK LET ME GET THE INFODUMP<3

So ummm Zeno au<3 I’m really normal. Allow me to give a brief explanation of what Zeno is first You see, Zeno is a fictional disease sort of thing that makes people cannibals. Specifically an oneset is caused by traumatic events/extreme cases of unrequited love(specifically mostly familial) and the only cure is eating the flesh of someone else with Zeno.(not widely known.) It’s also transmittable through biting like zombies. there’s one specific facility with scientists dedicated to getting to the bottom of how to cure zeno, also housing ‘patients’ (or, people with zeno being used as lab rats). Now onto character lore.

So william and henry were good friends right. Yeah. Considering that they even have a small diner together. Well one day will got zeno (oh no!) and started slowly picking off kids going to the diner. He even accidentally attacked Charlie, who escaped in one piece luckily. Charlie went to the afton household to see if he was doing okay (because will’s like an uncle to her and all! And also what if everyone else got hurt?) only to find will ate them all oops. And yeah same happened to her, but since he transmitted zeno to Charlie he was cured! How convenient! The people in charge of the labs ended up roping him and henry into being scientists for them through shady shady means and well the two aren’t on good terms and avoid each other like the plague. Henry’s still sore over the ‘you ate my fucking daughter’ thing. Luckily he has his assistant/the archivist (tape girl) to keep him company. So Vanessa right! Crazzy I know. Nessa as we know comes from a broken family. In this specific au I’m mixing her backstory with the character who’s place she’s taking (hi kuro) so basically her parents. Neglect her. In favor of her younger sibling because she was born from her mom’s affair and blablabla… she grows up basically taking care of herself. Eventually she develops zeno and starts you know. Killing and eating random girls as you do. When one night she comes home and is confronted by her parents about this!! And well you can guess. What happens to them lol. She gets captured and taken to the zeno facility where she’s specifically studied/talked to by William! They’re funny bc nessa hasn’t had anyone willingly spend so much time around her and be so nice to her. Will … well she’s a specimen to him lol. Since being cured himself zeno has been a subject of interest to him, he’s thrown himself completely into his work (under the guise of feeling soooo guilty for his actions which henry can see right through) and well. He’s realized the consumption of human flesh has something to do with it, since eating Charlie cured him. So he’s been …. Robbing the morgue/killing people when needed to feed vanessa every time they meet. Which, she’s more docile when she’s not hungry so it kind of works but she’s not like cured you know. It has the side affect of her being hungry when it’s time for someone to chat with her though which was funny the one time henry had to go in will’s stead cause he offered her a granola bar and she was like 😐 ew.?? Anyways will has gotten her total trust because he also plays board games with her yay!! He’s the only one not enforcing the whole straightjacket-dog muzzle combo also so she’s like woah !! He sees me as another human unlike these other guys :DD (needless to say zeno patients are not treated very humanely.lol) there was also one time tape girl had to be a substitute for william but nothing of note happened they just kinda chilled and ness threatened her in a backhanded and mildly gay sort of way.as you do.

Anyway yeah so basically Henry’s been experimenting with treatment through amnesia and totally surely unrelated note at the actual start of the story, Will and Nessa wake up in a strange room with no clue who they are or how they got here, and have to navigate the now bloody and corpse-strewn facility while handcuffed together with nothing to guide them except each other and the only clue to their pasts is tampered resumes which effectively switch their backstories!! Nessa is under the impression that she’s the scientist (the whole cannibalism part was left out) and she thinks William is the serial murderer/cannibal. Which was funny cause she read her own resume like wow… I’m kind of a big deal huh :) and then read Will’s like ERM.OKAY… Will didn’t read either of the resumes. Also tape girl gave everyone code names and said code names were swapped on the resumes also! So ‘bonnie’(nessa) and ‘vanny’(will) are just kind of cluelessly walking around like damn this place is really… corpsey:) until henry starts showing up and trying to kill them (he contracted zeno big surprise) and also tape girl (assumed dead) shows up sometimes just to see how things are going. Lots of shenanigans and also murder ensue.

The game also has multiple endings so. sometimes nessa ends up killing william lol. Intestine jumprope…. … ……… Also side note.will found out it’s specifically zeno infected humans that need to be fed to patients to cure them but kinda. Didn’t cure nessa on purpose<3 because she’s sort of entirely dependent on him in this way and she’s kind of his only friend.the same way he’s her only friend……wacky wild!

Tape girl is having a fucking.day. Because henry mentioned he was going to do something but likeee. She didn’t expect to be caught in the crossfires of a HUGE MASS MURDER CANNIBAL EVENT.AS LIKE ONE OF THE 4 PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN HERE,.. once he chilled out henry explained himself and she agreed to help out (she also decided to distribute some of her recorded notes.just for fun…after the two get separated for the first time ‘vanny’ listens to them and is like woah… i was a patient here⁉️ And bon was my unethical doctor⁉️⁉️ which is funny) but like. She is the only one NOT infected in here and would like to keep it that way so she’s having quite the time. Seeing vanessa walking around unrestrained keeps jumpscaring her LOL. Once ness’s zeno symptoms start returning well ofc will as the only one she’d encountered here who she cares about is the first target but tape girl nearly gets chomped too lol.

Zeno has an interesting affect on the subjects mood which is funny. Basically when an oneset happens and the person with zeno is running around eating people they’re in a crazed manic state which. Is really fun.will and nessa are wandering around handcufffed and he’s like uhh bonnie you okay cause her facial expressions.well they went from the example on the left to the one on the right.

It’s funny bc. The memory erasure actually technically did work… her symptoms only started returning bc she got bit LOL

Pre-the amnesia incident the other three’s interactions with vanessa were pretty.limited. Considering she’s theeee most dangerous patient. Will talks to her for like an hour daily but Henry only really knows her as ‘william’s mutt’ (he was especially not a fan when he found out will had been FEEDING HER HUMAN FLESH.) and tape girl is afraid of her but also. Kind of endeared from their two in person interactions. The second one in which vanessa tried to convince her to let her cannibalize her but hey she was very polite about it..!! Henry and tape girl are both shocked and stunned that she’s actually pretty chill when she’s not insane and eating people.

TL;DR

^these fuckheads are almost all cannibals and beating each other up forever

[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

gmorning gmorning. gmorning long post.

it's exactly 4am!!

blurry ass shot but i woke up, saw jupiter and thought "yeah definitely too early". but then i get up a bit more and i saw the moon right below it and i thought pretty!!!

skies've been too cloudy to stargaze for the past month. it's actually completely obscured the moon and jupiter right now so i'm glad i could get a shot in even though it was shitty lmao. it was real pretty and nice and fuckin mars was there with aldebaran and everything (if u squint u see them in the photo above jupiter)

dream time!!! on a scale of 10, dreams were a 7-8 today depending on which. one of them featured daniil which was funny so ill relay it:

premise was that i was the player character in what my brain helpfully supplied as some sort prequel game for patho. a nurse (i was talking to my nurse friend before sleeping and she was ranting abt phlebotomy or smth so lmao)

it mightve been set in a plague but basically there was some sort of epidemic and "i" tended to the in patients at an hospital (is it a hospital?? do people pronounce the h in hospital in english?) where most of everyone was sick with something really bad and barely curable.

anyways i was walking around doing my rounds. then i come over to this room with patients and it's literally like a closet with long shelves and everything but instead of supplies, the patients were crammed in there like a morgue or a line of standing coffins.

lo and behold i see daniil in all his p1 model glory. i pull him out. hes distressed so i tell him hes actually starting to get better (he was not) and that soon he'll be discharged after he's well again. i pat his head lovably and grow fond like i was comforting a cute puppy (i have 6 dogs) and i think about shoving him in the broom closet of doom again.

i think that was the part where i was like "lmao wtf is this dream rn" so my brain helpfully supplied some lore then when i was done "remembering" the setting above, the scene already shifted.

daniil was, once again, in distress. he was a lot like an asylum patient. like someone who lost their sense of self and was struggling very hard to claw at an identity of any sort that they might have had in the past. he was trying to use the phone to make a call. he struggles trying to recall a number but then eventually gets one right.

it rings and bc dream me really wanted to listen in on the conversation like a chronic gossip, i manage to "convince" him (dream coercion) to let me answer the phone.

it was his mum!! daniil dankovsky's mother 大草 lmao. i told her i was from the hospital, calling about daniil and she was like "oh... he's dead, isn't he?" and i told her that no he's fine actually and was to be dismissed very soon (i was lying).

while this was happening, i was trying my best to let daniil hear the conversation too but i didn't know how to put the telephone on speaker (bc fr idk how to put telephones on speaker irl. i think our telephone company doesnt provide speaker buttons????? idk im going insane) so i was just struggling, trying to put the receiver speaker in between us before giving up

i heard the tail end of her going on about needing "dr. burakh" to fix her up and my brain hit me with another dose of setting details at that point.

(artemy's a doctor/surgeon in the hospital and hes handling daniil's treatment too)

i laugh and tell her that there's no need to get artemy bc soon her son'll be home to fix her up instead.

at that point, i was urged to cut the call because someone came up to me, another telephone in hand, and said "you know this is a home line right?" (implying anyone could listen in)

i was too lazy to reply and continue the dream so i just woke up after that lol.

but yeah good morning yippee!! clean start for another day!!! cant wait to seize it, hope everyone does too!!!

[obislittleone]

Bro i beg you, write a oneshot of were the reader asks obi wan to teach them how to kiss en he agrees so he starts teaching her every week but it gets more intense until they like train together and obi beats the reader and sits on their hips and their arms next ti their head to keep them down an it turns in a make out session or some. Idk just a rough idea😭 i think you would be the perfect writer for it though.

I gotchu bro

Lessons

a/n: i like this request a lot ngl.. also if you requested smth trust me i'm getting to it, i'm just trying rlly hard to do the HoM updates

warnings: it's a lil spicy, but nothing too bad

summary: read the request that's what its for

this is a blurb i'm sorry it might suck but i gotta keep on that HoM grind yk

It was a simple question, a yes or no would suffice as an answer, but it would change the dynamic of your entire relationship if it were asked.

"You aren't focused," he said, eyes closed as he sat beside you, trying for maker's sake to help you meditate, but you were far too distracted, and obviously you had a good excuse as to why that was.

"I'm sorry, I'll try again."

Obi-Wan sat as again you failed, not to your own detriment, but to the fogginess of your clouded brain.

"It is clear to me you will not succeed until you have rid yourself of whatever plagues your mind," he came out of his own meditative state, trying his best to connect with you, but you could never ask him this... could you?

You were an adult, and knew lots of adult things, however, lacked experience in almost all of them.

"I don't expect you to answer now, or even at all, but there is one thing I've been thinking of asking you and I can't get it out of my head."

He nodded, looking at your dropped head, seeing that whatever it was obviously embarrassed you.

"I wanna learn how to kiss someone," you waited until the words were out to raise your eyes and look for his reaction. His face was blank for another second before his brows raised and he suddenly wasn't the quick thinking and all wise Jedi everyone thought him to be.

He was flabbergasted, and after opening his mouth three times, and never speaking, he closed it, clearing his throat and shaking his head to regroup himself.

"I know it's a strange request, I've just never been kissed, and the other padawans were talking about it, and I felt sort of left out, and-"

Obi-Wan shut you up very quickly, leaning in gently and pressing his lips softly against your own, barely brushing them, but giving you a taste of what you so desperately had wanted.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you took it all in, the sensation, the movement, and the way his hand moved slowly up your arm. He moved the hand to the side of your face, and though your heart was beating rapidly, you tried your best to move your lips along with his own, learning by practice.

"Don't force anything, let it come natural," he mentored, and you did just what he said, your face relaxing as you molded your lips against his, slightly parting yours to allow him more access. He didn't take it, keeping the process simple and slow for you.

You brought a hand to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer, for now that you'd gotten a taste of him, you craved more.

Just when you felt you were getting the hang of it, he pulled away slowly, letting you fall back away from the closeness.

"You learn fast," he whispered, and went back to his before position, beginning to meditate again.

You of course did not focus any more than last time, only now it was for a different reason.

-

Obi-Wan's lessons had continued over a span of several days, but now that you were confident, he figured it was time to return to more practical training, physical combat was much more needed in your line of work than locking lips.

In the sparring room, you stood straight, your lightsaber in one hand as you prepared to feel your opponent through the force.

Obi-Wan snuck up on you from your left side, and you swung your arm around to block his movement, beginning the duel. The sounds of sabers clashing, and heavy breathing was heard in the echoes of the training room, and your fight was getting sloppy, but so was his. If there was one person that always tired him out while sparring, it was you. You managed to hit his saber out of his hands, thinking you'd won, but you got cocky, and soon he used the force to bring you forward, and your saber too went flying away from your grasp.

"Hand to hand can still save you in a time of need," he said, but you were already tired, and getting weaker with every round the two of you had gone.

You felt his presence approach you with an oncoming attack, and ducked beneath his swing, but missed his next move, as he swept you while you were still down, bringing you to your back on the ground beneath him. You were about to get up, but your slow speed did not aid you well. He straddled your hips and held your arms down on either side of your head, watching you pant underneath him.

"I surrender," you smirked, your chest heaving up and down with every breath you took. You felt ragged, and sweaty, but Obi-Wan looked down beneath him and saw a masterpiece.

"Good, but I can't let you go just yet."

He laced your fingers with his, pressing your hands further into the ground as he leaned forward and kissed you once, teasingly at first, and brining himself back up, but before he could move away, you were using the force, pulling him back down again and kissing him deeper.

He had taught you pretty much everything you needed to know about kissing someone, and like all things, you picked it up rather quickly. You knew that since you'd only ever kissed him that perhaps the range of knowledge was primary to him, but you didn't really desire anyone else's lips but his own. You loved the way he tasted as he licked into your mouth, creating sensations in your body that were more than welcome.

It was only when you sensed he was enjoying himself thoroughly that you turned your head, breaking away and teasing him like you always did.

"I believe we have training to accomplish, Master Obi-Wan," you rolled him underneath you, taking off your blindfold and giving a most innocent smile to him before you got up.

He was a mess on the floor, still, and you reveled in the power you had over him, however little it may be.

"I'd say you have made enough progress for today."

-

a/n: like i said, it might suck, but I tried

[seriouslysnape]

To the Limit

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Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Slight smut. Use of safeword. Language.

Request: Hi! Can u make Severus × Reader when the reader use the safe words for the first time because idk maybe it's too much for the reader that day or smth else you like..Thankyouu 💕💕 love ur writings btw ❤❤

A/N: Here we gooooooo. Reminder, everything is consensual.

Word Count: 2,947

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.”

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Severus has always been flexible in the bedroom. Yes, Severus Snape is versatile in the sheets and has more love making skills than you originally would’ve given him credit for. Sex with Severus can range anywhere from slow and careful where praising your body is his main objective, to fucking you so mercilessly that stars are dotting the back of your eyelids with each hard thrust.

Sometimes, you don’t have to establish what kind of theme your sessions will take on. If Severus comes home angry from a long, obnoxious day then you very well know that a rough fucking will get it out of his system. When you’ve just watched one of your favorite romantic drama Muggle movies that have sent you into tears, he knows that something more unhurried is in order so you are reminded of how much he loves you.

Other times though, there isn’t really anything that determines the kind of sex you’ll be having. If the mood is right for both of you, then you often will just figure it out from there. 

Severus’ return on Friday night from a long week of classes was coated with his desire for you. You could practically feel the hard sexual tension radiating off of his whole being. From the moment he walked in the door, you knew what tonight would hold for the both of you. More than likely, it’d be a whole lot of rutted fucking and orgasms until neither of you had any stamina left to give. Normally, a seed of excitement would be planted and begin to grow in your core at the thought of being touched by him, but you didn’t feel it this time. 

It had been a bad week to put it simply. Work was weighing you down and you had taken more hits than you were used to in a five day time period. Exhaustion had riddled you, and stress has gotten the best of you. Emotional breakdown was the only way you could describe how you were feeling. You really weren’t feeling up to what Severus wanted to do. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him when his hands and lips were on you, moving to all his favorite places on you.

His voice was silky smooth in your ears as he uplifted you with how he had been thinking about you all day, and how he wanted to be with you when you weren’t around. It wasn’t Severus’ fault that you had a bad week, and it surely wasn’t all his fault that he was this turned on. The way he gripped your legs with his strong hands was an indicator that he wanted to go well into the night, which your tired state wasn’t a fan of. But you loved Severus, and you always wanted him to be happy and well pleased. So you figured you could handle a couple of coarse rounds to satisfy him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once access was granted, Severus leapt onto you without hesitation. A tornado of clothes being removed whirled around the room, your shirt and pants ended up on complete opposite sides of the room. Hot and unruly kisses were shared, marks were left on your necks, and no part of you went unattended. 

Admittedly, the first orgasm was actually enjoyable. Severus’ fingers were knuckle deep in your needy cunt and pumping vigorously as he found all the best spots. The strenuous activity melted some of the week’s stress from your conscience, your mind being stripped of all your worry as it clouded with ecstasy. Severus thrived off of the moans and noises of delight that he was drawing out of your throat, perfecting his movements to give you an even stronger release. Severus worked you to your finish as you came around his fingers, slicking them with arousal and relief. 

He left lazy kisses over your breasts while you took a moment to recover, preparing yourself for the next round that was undoubtedly on its way. Tiredness had plagued you long before Severus had even walked through the door, and you had suddenly been robbed of even more energy, so you were confident that you might not get a proper orgasm this second time. But the moment Severus slid you onto his dick and stretched your walls the way only he knew how to, you knew that you were going to cum whether you felt like you could handle it or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You loved seeing Severus so enraptured in waves of pleasure and gratification, but you were beyond fatigued. Still, you bounced up and down on his lap over and over again, your already sensitive clit throbbing with each rub of his fingers. Severus’ other hand guided your hip movements to meet the way he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot just right.

When you came this time, your sound of release was more of a strained cry than a content sound. Severus didn’t seem to notice, since he was too focused on the intoxicating feeling of filling you with his own finish. You popped off of him before he was even emptied out, the rest of his fluids landing on your inner thighs. You fell onto the bed next to him, your breathing much heavier than usual. 

You were totally tuckered out with absolutely no hope of another round. Your muscles ached and your bones were wiped out. Although, you felt a queasy feeling of despair when you saw that familiar look of lust in Severus’ eyes. He spoke lowly, his voice echoing in your ringing ears.

“I’m not through with you yet, love.” He purred.

Usually that would’ve sent a whole mess of arousal through you, but you were too worn out. But Severus usually didn’t last more than three rounds, so this would for sure be the last one. You thought you could push through so he could at least get his release, but this third go round wasn’t a good feeling for you at all.

With your arms above your head and the pillowcase below your head in your fingers’ death grip, you turned your head to the side to fight through his persistent hard fucking into you. On a better day, you’d be all over this and relishing every moment. But now your eyes were screwed tightly shut in discomfort, for each time you opened them Severus would only be able to see the whites of your eyes. The thumping heartbeat in your ears was deafening and your entire body was stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. You wanted to tough it out so at least Severus could finish, but it was just too much for you tonight. 

You had to tap out.

“Polyjuice!” You squeaked out, your voice raspy.

In an instant, you saw any expression of lust wiped straight from his face. He pulled out the millisecond that the word registered in his head, his face stricken with worry and concern at the first time use of your agreed safe word. Severus’ heart dropped at your whimpers of displeasure, his brain reeling and raking over what had gone wrong. 

“[Y/N], what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically.

“I-I just...”

Shaky breaths and uncomfortable whines were the only noises you could seem to make. You sat up from where you were laying down, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face as you began to cry. Your emotions were all over the place, and it didn’t help that you were overstimulated and overworked. Severus went to pull you to him, but withdrew his hand. Upsetting you further would absolutely crush him, but he needed to know that you were okay.

“Can I touch you, darling?” He whispered out.

The yowl of approval was enough for him to feel fine with carefully wrapping his hand under your arm and dragging you across the mattress to where he was kneeling on the middle of the bed. He pulled the covers over your skin to keep you from getting cold from the loss of heat from being active. You buried your head into his bare chest, your tears leaking and falling down his skin. 

“I’m sorry, Sev. I’m really sorry.” You sobbed, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

“No, no, no. Don’t ever be sorry for telling me to stop when you’re not comfortable,” He reassured; “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

The shake of your head brought relief upon him, but he was still worried. He rocked you in his arms until your sobs died down enough to where you were coherent. Severus was getting ready to ask you once more what was wrong, shifting you so he could see your face. When moving you, his hand accidentally brushed against your swollen, sensitive clit and you wailed out pathetically. Severus’ pale face went even whiter.

“Oh, my love...I worked you too hard, didn’t I?” He queried.

Severus would always admit that sometimes he’d get into the zone and completely drown everything else out. He wouldn’t really be able to tell how hard he was pulling in and out. It was rare, but from time to time you’d have to ask him to soften his thrusts or slow his pace when he got too rowdy. But you had never asked him to stop completely until now. He feared that he had seriously pushed you over the edge this time.

“It’s not just that.” You confessed with a sniff.

Severus had drawn your head back to gaze into your bleary eyes. The tear tracks being swiped away with his thumbs as he cradled your face. 

“What is it then, sweetheart?” He asked with wonder.

A fresh set of salty tears pooled and fell down your cheeks, but for a different reason.

“I’ve had a horrible week. Nothing has gone right,” You explained croakily; “I wanted to make you feel good and I thought it might make me feel better...but I’m just exhausted and I couldn’t handle it tonight.”

You fell apart into another set of choking sobs and gut wrenching cries, prompting Severus to bring you back into his chest. He stroked your skin and left kisses so light that they were ghostly. 

“It’s alright, angel. I wish you had told me before that you weren’t feeling up to it,” He consoled; “You’re worth so much more than sex. I want you to tell me sooner next time if you’re uncomfortable.”

Your nod of understanding offered a wash of comfort over him that you were calming down steadily. He hated that this happened. He knew that was the whole reason for your established safe word for when things went south or things got dicey. He just never thought you’d ever have to use it. He felt absolutely terrible. 

“I’m sorry, Sevvy. I really wanted you to get off, I just-”

“Please don’t apologize for this. This is my fault. I should’ve seen how tired you were and how I was being overly hard,” He said; “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

The sniffles from your nose had increased as you tried to flush down all the drainage from your crying. Your tears had stopped as you sat up from his body, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. The red blotches in your puffy eyes were pinging at Severus’ already guilty conscience. He saw the littered hickeys across your neck and breasts, and how your lips were swollen from his severe kisses. He had rocked your burnt out body to the max.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we go get cleaned up, and then we can get into bed. Then you can tell me about your week if so wish.” He suggested, cautiously guiding you off of the bed.

“I think I just want to get a bath and get some sleep.” You said, barely able to stand on your wobbly legs.

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.” He smiled softly, hoping it’d offer you some kind of solace. 

Severus ran you a hot bath, filling it with all of your favorite scents and smells. Your stance was still despite your shaking legs, and you seemed to be staring off into an endless trance. You slipped into the tub when it was ready, sinking down just below your nose under the bubbles. Normally, Severus would be sitting across from you or you’d be snuggled up on his lap, but he wanted you to have some space for a bit. You were honestly too tired to object. 

He simply casted a charm to freshen himself up, finding and selecting his favorite pair of sweatpants and soft shirt for you to change into. Your eyes were closed, and you had just begun to drift off to sleep when he re-entered the bathroom, changed into some casual day time wear, despite how late it was.

“Here are some clean clothes for you, pretty girl.” He remarked, setting the folded sweats and shirt on the end of the tub for you to get when you got out.

You only gave a light nod as a response, your eyes following him as he stood awkwardly. He was unsure of what to do for you now. He thought that you might want the bedroom to yourself for the night, which was fine because he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing he had pushed you so hard anyway. He placed himself on the floor by the tub, sitting with his legs criss crossed over one another. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds were the occasional gentle splash when you moved your leg or arm. His eyes were still full of worry, and he was kicking himself big time now.

“I’m so sorry...” He breathed out, running his fingertips dragging leisurely your damp arm that you had resting on the ledge of the bathtub; “I never meant to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sev. I promise.” You responded, wishing he wouldn’t take this so hard.

When it came to you, Severus took everything to heart. There weren’t many things in the world that made his heart beat with a purpose. You were the single person that allowed him to want to get up in the mornings. The thought of hurting you was enough to break him down. If he could have it his way, you would be indescribably happy with every passing moment of every day. He never wanted you to feel anything other than joy. 

But he knew that life would never allow it.

Your eyebrows dipped when you noticed his attire, wondering why he wasn’t in his own sleepwear. It was much too late for him to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice thick with weary.

“I’m going to go back to the school. I have some grading to do.” He half-lied.

It was true that he did indeed have a stack of papers to be assessed, but that wasn’t the real reason why he felt like he wanted to leave. Severus Snape grading on a Friday night when he had the opportunity to be cuddled up with his lover? He’d choose you every time.

Now you felt bad for causing him to scurry off. You wanted him there with you regardless of what had happened.

“Severus,” You called out tenderly, reaching for his face; “I don’t want you to leave.” 

A genuine look of doubt flashed over his features as his head lulled into your hand.

“I think it would be best if you got some good sleep tonight. I’ll just be in my office so if-”

“Stay with me. Please?” You requested, the thought of sleeping without him was disheartening.

A sigh of awe expelled from his chest. He couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes and slightly pouting lower lip.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

“I think that some boyfriend snuggles will make me feel a whole lot better.” You spoke rather cheekily.

He hummed affirmatively. The sound of nestling up with you was impossible to turn down. He took your hand from his face and kissed your palm gingerly, holding the warm skin to his lips for a brief moment. He eventually stood from the floor, but stopped when you held your arms up.

“Help me up?” You asked with the first genuine smile of the evening.

He chuckled, obliging and lifting you effortlessly from the tub. The warm towel was heavenly as you dried off, changing into the clothes that Severus had left for you. Severus went and changed as well, laughing to himself when he exited the closet to see you already curled up. 

The sheets draped over him easily when he laid next to you, waiting for you to nuzzle up to him. He held you close and flush to him, thanking his lucky stars that you were okay.

“My sweet girl...” He hushed out, noting that you were just seconds away from falling asleep; “I love you.” 

You mumbled out a sleepy “I love you” in return before drifting into a deep slumber to snooze off the night’s drama. Severus, as expected, didn’t sleep much that night to ensure that you were sleeping soundly and comfortably. He still felt dreadful, even after you had told him over and over that he didn’t hurt you. The weekend to follow was filled with Severus doting and cherishing over you every chance that he had, trying to make up for what had happened. You were the light of his life after all.

And he prayed that he’d never see that flame go out.

[seelestia]

LOL it’s ok sweetie i know you meant it in a good way <3 oh no i wouldn’t dare do that to you :((( ayato will hunt me down fr if i ever did - i'd rather not get asassinated by the shuumatsuban tq

me: “AND I EXPECT YOU TO TREAT LIA LIKE ROYALTY YOU HEAR ME PRETTY BOY???!” / heizou: “oh? pretty you say? why i’m honored, sister in law, but as you can see i’m already taken-” this menace will be so smug about it smh

DID ANYONE SAY ZHONGLI BRAINROT HOLY- YES PLEASE DO?????? :D and yes definitely can see ayato as someone who would shamelessly say stuff like “princess, i am yours just as much as you are mine” with a confident smirk smile…📱 learnt my lesson, got all that on my iPhone, crisp n clear, auto-backed up to google photos, you can't run now <3

it’s such a pretty city with a pretty bgm!! i… am actually not too sure LOL but i’m basically taking the ‘mei’ from ‘meimei’ (= younger sister, cause i’m the youngest in my family) and ‘rin’ which is a shortened version of one of my name and just pen-pineapple-apple-pen’ed them together hahah

that sounds like a very lovely morning routine to get your day started <3 ayato would order your maids to serve you your favorite beverage, freshly squeezed/brewed/mixed, along with a healthy breakfast of your preference. he’d tell you what his schedule is for the day and listens to yours, secretly planning to surprise you by taking you out for lunch <3

RIGHT??? i saw that thing and was like ‘what in the celestia is that abhorrent looking t-rex'

yes yes you understand good <3 sheesh so many people around me likes albedo??? what is it about him that just pulls people in hmmmm

tumblr can block all the blogs using the lord of geo’s theme but.

i. will. just. keep. creating. more. blogs. ;)

i already created another blog with zhongli theme again but i’m still going back and forth on whether actually posting on it would be a good idea lol …. they wouldn't….. they wouldn't ban three blogs in a row…. right…..????? ;(((( atp i don’t even mind creating more but i feel like people would be like “YOU’RE MOVING BLOGS AGAIN????” and i feel bad ;w;

dw, if ayato sends sayu, then just stack up on onigiri (/j) and screw the porch, the best pillow is ayato's chest HEKCOJKDK smth is possessing me, what is going on help

heizou understands the point, but why pass on the opportunity to get a reaction when he can? boy, why on teyvat are you testing your in-laws. (/j)

YESYES !! i shall find the time to sneak into your inbox and leave a zhongli brainrot soon, nyehehe ;D the soft spot this gentleman would have for you, uuuuu <//3 the man is the best listener ever and would literally listen and indulge you in every topic you bring up (his knowledge is as wide as the ocean, after all). i swear you're the only one who can bring out the 100% simp in me. I AM IN DANGER. (/j)

HELFLPWODK but that's super cute <3 does this mean i can call you rin jie now??? >:) is that what you call an older sister??? i had to ask my chinese classmate hfwkdksk

that is something he would do :( knowing how packed his schedule is, he'd try to make it up to his s/o by inserting his presence in your daily life as best as he can before his absence (waking you up personally, kissing your hand before he leaves, etc) — and he'd relish in the shock on your face when he manages to find some time between his schedule to have lunch with you. yes, love, don't look so surprised; this is actually him and not a clone or a prank whatsoever. AYATO COME HOME, MY TEAPOT IS WAITING FOR YOU !!

let us avoid these machines like the plagues, shall we??? KFKKWKD (/lh) but hopefully, when we get zhongli, we can climb his shield and actually do damage to the ruin hunter when it's shooting missiles <//3

if i try to go back into my mindset when i first heard of genshin through albedo, then i'd say it's because he looks super enchanting in a prince-like way??? like i vividly recall going LOOK AT THAT FLUFFY HAIR AND PRETTY EYES + he is a secretive guy with a super attractive brain (/lh)

rin jie, the way you take running away from tumblr to a whole another level 😭 have you tried emailing them to recover your acc from shadowban jail??? do they recognize your ip address and keep shadowbanning your blogs or smth like that <//3

[illfoandillfie]

Maybe a ben POV one? where bens off on a movie shoot and misses you and wants to fly you out to him but he’s worried it’s too much of a “romantic gesture” like in movies so he doesn’t want to weird you out but then on the phone you say how much you miss him too so he gathers the nerve to ask you and you’re like duh ofc I’ll come you dork (im envisioning this still kinda early in the qpr maybe right after platonically or smth)

Thank you so much babe!!

This is the second of the blurbs for my Platonically themed event! This one follows directly on from the one I posted yesterday so maybe read it first.

Words: 1,759

Warnings: just two idiots being dummies. Minor references to sex and probably some swearing but that's about it.

Reflecting on the situation, Ben had come to the conclusion that it was the perfect time to be in Greece. The run of beautiful weather they’d had over the course of the last month must have set some sort of record, he thought. Every day was blue skies, white fluffy clouds, and the sort of heat that was comfortable and not overly sticky. It made working a dream, especially when half the film seemed to take place on the beach. The sand was warm under his feet and the water clear and cool. They didn’t have much down time since the studio was pushing for it to be finished ASAP so they could release it at the optimal time, but the few days off they did get, Ben spent either fishing with some of the crew or else exploring the picturesque town they were in. There was just one downside. You weren’t with him.

Whenever the thought crossed his mind, whenever he really started to miss you, he’d remind himself that he loved his job, loved that it took him to exciting and beautiful places. And then he’d send you a quick message to check how everything was back home. He called too, mostly in the evenings after he got back to his hotel room. But the deeper into the project he got the more night shoots there were and the later he got back to his room. What brief conversations you had were good but not quite the same as if you’d been there with him. Of course, he’d try to remind himself that it wasn’t like he’d never been away from you before. But those times had all been before you got together, and the changed nature of the relationship made him feel your absence more. He never said that to you though. Mostly, when you could talk, Ben would ask how you were and talk about the exciting things he saw. He’d tell you about the beaches or the trinket shops and say how much you’d like them but he’d never tell you exactly how badly he wished you were with him. He didn’t want you to take it the wrong way and he didn’t trust himself to explain it properly. Whenever he tried to verbalise it (quietly, to his reflection or the dark hotel room he was staying in) he worried it came out too...well, romantic.

The truth was, he’d always been attached to you, since very early on in your relationship. You just got him. His sense of humour and his personality and the way he thought. It took him no time at all to start referring to you as one of his best friends and it was a title you’d held for years. But then he’d realised the way he liked you wasn’t strictly platonic, and it made him feel weird around you. More uncertain than he was used to. He found it hard to describe the relief he’d felt when you agreed to think about his QPR idea or how, when you’d accepted, it had alleviated the uncertainty and doubts that had been plaguing him. To you it would probably sound sappy and sentimental and tat all what you wanted to hear from him. Of course the QPR was really just an extension of your friendship. More or less the same, just a few new ways to show affection like kissing and getting you off (both things Ben greatly enjoyed), and a few new words that made it specific to the two of you. And maybe a new future too, depending on how things went. But again, while he might think those sorts of thoughts, he wouldn’t know how to begin saying any of them to you. Because he was starting to really want that future with you, and saying so might make it impossible to get there.

So Ben allowed himself to miss you quietly. Occasionally an idea of inviting you to join him would pop into his head. But he always let the thought go as quickly as it came. The weeks ticked by like that. Texting when you could between scenes and less and less frequent calls at night, which left Ben’s head swimming with lots of unsaid things. Progress was made on the movie too, most of the beach scenes wrapped and everyone moving to other parts of the script. Until everything came to a screeching halt. Ben wasn’t entirely sure what the problem was – something to do with scheduling conflicts or maybe special equipment that hadn’t arrived on time. All he was told was that things would be back up and running soon but it might take an extra few weeks to complete the project. He didn’t mind so much, it gave him a bit of extra free time after all, but it also meant he wouldn’t get to see you again for a while.

The possibility of flying you out to Greece to join him had been rattling around his brain since his third week on set. You could spend a couple of weeks, maybe a month, together. He could take you to that restaurant he’d sent you photos of and show you the handmade stationery shop he’d stumbled across that he knew you’d have fun exploring. And then there was the rest of the town, thin streets to get lost in together and beautiful views to look out over. Maybe you’d like to walk along the beach with him and collect seashells or rent a little dingy to take out on the waves. Once or twice he’d come close to actually asking you to join him but he always talked himself out of it, sure it would be crossing a line for you. Missing you was one thing but offering to buy you a plane ticket and whisk you off on a getaway to a gorgeous Greek island was surely too romantic. But the news of the delay made him consider it again.

That night he called you, smiling as soon as he heard your voice. At first the call was like any other. He listened to you talk about what had been going on since he last had a chance to call, getting caught up on your mutual friends and your work and whatever else came to mind. “But what about you?” you finally said, “You must be pretty busy since I haven’t had a call from you in a little while.” “Well I was busy except not so much right now,” “Oh?” “There’s some sort of delay, I don’t the details. But it looks like I’ll be here for another few weeks at least.” “Oh.” Ben was a little surprised by how disappointed you sounded. “I really miss you,” “I miss you too,” his voice got softer as he said it, “a lot.” “I really wish I could see you,” “Well,” he said sheepishly, hoping he wasn’t reading things wrong, “how would you feel about coming out here then? I can get you a plane ticket if you want.” “No shit! You can do that? You won’t like, get in trouble or anything?” Ben laughed, not quite understanding, “What are you talking about?” “I don’t know man, I’m not an actor. I just figured it’d be like a partner free zone. Like they wouldn’t want you getting distracted or whatever.” “You fucking dork,” his laughter threatened to obscure the words but he managed to make himself heard, “That’s not how it is at all. You being here wouldn’t be a problem, as long as I’m on set when they need me. Plus it looks like we’re about to have a whole lot of downtime anyway. So does that mean you wanna come?” “Ummm let me think abo- of course Ben!” “Well if I’d known you’d react like this I would have asked sooner,” The laughter had faded, leaving a grin on his face, though the embarrassment at his hesitancy was creeping up too. “Wish you had’ve. Why didn’t you?” “I just didn’t want you to take it the wrong way,” “And what way would that be?” “A romantic way? I don’t know! It’s just the sort of thing that’d happen in a romantic movie or whatever and I didn’t want to come across like that. It’s Greece man, it’s kind of a romantic place. Maybe not like Paris but it’s up there. Don’t laugh,” he groaned, “I’m just saying, white sands and clear seas and lots of pretty flowers in bloom, it’s definitely got romantic vibes.” “It didn’t even cross my mind that it might be that sort of thing. No offence to Greece, I’m sure it’s lovely.” Ben let himself chuckle at his idiocy, “I guess cause I’ve like, y’know, got feelings for you or whatever I saw the romantic side and assumed you would too. Feel silly for not just asking you but I’m glad we have that sorted now.” “I think it’s sweet, Ben. I love that you were conscious of how it might be perceived and I understand you didn’t want to hurt me. But yeah, dude, please get me that ticket, I miss you a stupid amount.” “Alright, I’m on it. When do you want to leave?”

Two days later and Ben was content, sitting and staring out at the waves on a quiet beach as you rubbed sunscreen into his back. He’d greeted you at the airport, feeling ridiculously excited to see you, squeezing you in a tight hug (which you later suggested had cracked one of your ribs). “Okay, all done, now let me do your front,” you shuffled around Ben on your knees, throwing a leg over his lap as he leaned back on his palms. “You’re such a perv,” Ben chuckled, subtly adjusting his posture to push his chest further towards you, “I bet you only suggested sunscreen so you could feel my boobs.” “Oh you caught me,” you squirted some more of the cream directly onto his chest, beginning to rub it in, “Definitely nothing to do with sun safety.” “No I get it, you don’t need to lie to me. You missed my pecks. It’s totally natural. But let me know when you’re done so I can show you the same courtesy.” "Think we might save that till we get back to the hotel, Benny,”  Ben laughed at your exasperated expression, raising one arm to pull you toward him for a kiss, barely noticing the cool of the cream still on your palm as you cupped his cheek and kissed him back.

[deniigi]

i have been sick in bed with a stomach bug and re-reading a bunch of your series and these questions have plagued me so pls, for the sake of your fellow samuel chung lover, if sammy was in the Selkie verse, would he be a fae? if so, what kind? ALSO, what would his interactions with jack be like (either in the selkie verse or in the lying by omission verse)? pls and thanks <3

hi!

I’ll answer asks in a bit, but for this one I have a fic that explore a What If Jack Lived/Mike existed scenario with Sam in the Inimitable verse? I know it’s now what you asked for, but it is like 4k already written so that might be smth--an LBO Sam would be tricky because Sam would be itty bitty and Matt wouldn’t have the same kind of relationship with him.

As for selkie-verse Sam? I would have to do more research on Chinese spirts/fae/folklore, but for now, he’s not fae, just human 💖He’s like 12 and can make himself invisible though, which would be very confusing for Sue if she ever bumped into him

(Sue: baby boggart??? come here I love you I will look after you.)

(Sam: please stay exactly 5037 feet away from me! Thank you and I’m calling my mom!)

Here is the What If Jack and Mike thing from the Inimitable Verse.

Jack Murdock was the size of a house. He made Matt look dainty. He made Kirsten look like a kids’ mannequin. And he made Foggy laugh until he wept.

Sam could not understand a goddamn thing he said. Nor could he understand the guy he’d brought with him, who appeared to have had some serious plastic surgery to look exactly like Matt.

Sam could take an unintelligible giant. What he couldn’t take was an unintelligible Matt, and before him, somehow, in this ring of ginger, he’d been presented with two unintellible Matts.

His head was spinning.

Kirsten patted at him sympathetically.

“I’m from New York,” Sam told her mournfully.

“I know, hon.”

“How is this even possible? You’re from New York. How are they—what are they saying?”

Kirsten shook her head.

“Only Foggy knows,” she said. “It’s okay, he’ll translate when he gets back up.”

 --

 Mr. Murdock, the tallest of the gingers, might have been a good three to four inches taller than his boys, and he might have had the biggest hands that Sam had ever had the opportunity to touch in his life, but he was really nothing but a big, shaggy sheep dog.

The reasons Sam couldn’t understand a single fucking word he said came threefold.

1) Mr. Murdock had grown up in mid-century Hell’s Kitchen. That was just how accents from those parts used to sound. They’d lightened with time.

2) He had an extra layer of what Matt called a ‘brogue.’ He was first-generation American. Both his folks had immigrated from Ireland. He talked halfway between the way they talked and the way that the kids in his neighborhood growing up had.

And 3) The man had a lisp?

It wasn’t super noticeable. Sam sure as shit couldn’t hear it among the other layers of stuff going on, but Foggy said it was there.

Apparently, it came out more when he was anxious.

Apparently, he was anxious a lot.

Foggy told Sam to just give it an hour and he’d understand.

 --

  “So your name is Sam?” Mr. Murdock asked him while Sam tried to keep his mouth from falling open.

Matt was holding his facial-copy-cat against the wall by his lapels. The copy-cat had started making kissy noises at him. He egged Matt on to punch him right in the face.  

No one was stopping them.  

Kirsten cleared her throat and brought Sam back down to earth.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sam. Mr., uh—”

“Call me Jack.”

Never.

“Matty hasn’t said much about you, sorry to say.” Mr. Murdock explained. The more he spoke directly to Sam, the more Sam found, to his relief, that he could understand him. “He don’t like sharin’ things his brother can get ahold of and take from ‘im.”

Sam looked from him to the ‘brother.’

“There’s two of them?” he asked.

Mr. Murdock hummed.

“God help us, every one,” he huffed.

You can say that again.

“How long has there been two?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“Mm? Oh, uh. Christ with the math,” Mr. Murdock said, “Michael—Michael—boy, you knock that off; that’s how you lose teeth—how old are you now?”

Nevermind. Sam didn’t need to know.

“I’m ageless, Pops, remember?” ‘Michael’ said, grinning at Matt’s sneer in his face, “Everlasting, never dying. Immortal. Timeless. I’m—” Dude got the wind knocked out his sails from Matt aiming for his solar plexus instead of his face.

“Maitiú,” Mr. Murdock said sharply. “He’s your brother.”

“He earned it,” Matt snapped back at his dad. “You said ‘no teeth,’ I ain’t even touched his goddamn teeth.”

“No, you coward, you wouldn’t, would you?” Michael threw back at Matt with no sense in his head. “You scared of gettin’ stuck on all that metal, huh?”

“I ain’t got my tetanus booster,” Matt deadpanned.

“Oh, get the yellow fever one next time, it’s a hoot—”

“I’m mailing you back to Thailand in a crate.”

“Oh mail me, why don’t you?”

“I’m gonna.”

“Boys,” Mr. Murdock said, exasperated. “Knock it off. You love each other. We get it.”

Kirsten shook with giggles.

“I’d drown you in the open ocean and then kill myself,” Matt said through gritted teeth. His nose was maybe an inch from his brother’s.

Michael just beamed.

“Aw, babe. You’d do that for me?” he gushed.

“HHhhh—”

“Maitiú.”

Sam had never heard someone said ‘Matthew’ this way. It was delightful. It made Matt’s shoulders go stiff as a board and then squirm in barely contained fury.

“Thank you,” Mr. Murdock said. “Drop ‘im.”

Matt didn’t want to, but he released his grip on his sibling. Michael slipped down and then caught himself and straightened himself out.

“Well, I’ll never,” he said. “We come all this way to visit you on your deathbed and—”

“I’m not dying,” Matt said.

“—you worry Dad sick for months on end. Don’t call. Don’t write. He thought the Californians had eaten you—"

“—I told him that it was a dislocation and I’m fine—”

“—and of course I told him, ‘no Dad, there ain’t any more cannibals in California than there are in New York’ but who listens to Mike, huh?”

Mr. Murdock had only been in the house for 15 minutes and he already looked exhausted.

“Where are the dogs?” he asked Foggy.

 ---

 This was the weirdest time-out session Sam had ever experienced and he’d decided that he was living for it. Mr. Murdock went out onto the deck and locked himself out there with the dogs. Matt and his brother had never been more guilty.

Quickly the arguing turned towards scheming, which turned towards climbing out a window, which turned towards getting stuck on the roof and pleading with the Father to lend a hand.

Mr. Murdock observed Matt sobbing with laughter over Mike’s sudden anxiety of stepping from the roof to the deck’s arm railing with only hollowness.

“Mike’s not very super,” Sam pointed out to Kirsten.

“Nope,” she said brightly. “He is refreshingly normal,” she said. “Even the conman part.”

The what?

 ---

 Matt climbed off the roof with ease and took the opportunity to finally give his old man a hug, which Mr. Murdock seemed to appreciate. He smoothed a giant mitt of a hand through Matt’s hair tenderly, like he was a baby.

It was kind of cute.

Mike scowled at them both and announced that he was pretty fine, by the way. He’d just stay there on the roof until the vultures got him.

“Matt’s the younger twin,” Foggy told Sam cheerfully. “He can do no wrong.”

Sam felt like he could suddenly see the forest for the trees.

“And Mike?” he asked.

Foggy snickered.

“He and Jack live together to keep each other in good cardiac shape,” he said. “They drive each other nuts.”

“But they still live together?” Sam clarified.

“Yeah,” Foggy said. “Mike’s what happens when you give a used-car salesman ever so slightly too much brain. He travels all over. Gets shot at and held hostage a lot. He’ll do just about anything for a couple bucks, no matter how hard Jack’s tried to get him to go straight over the years.”

“And Mr. Murdock? He doesn’t mind his son living with him?” Sam asked.

Kirsten and Foggy softened.

“Matt used to check on him more when we lived back home,” Foggy said. “Without him and Mike, Jack’s by himself. He’s got friends and work, yeah, but you know. If it weren’t for Mike, he’d come home to an empty apartment every night. Man’s got too much head trauma for that to be any kind of good. Mike looks after him—probably more than he lets anyone else. He’s too stubborn to let Matt try to help him.”

Aw, cute.

“Be prepared, Sammy,” Foggy said. “Jack’s already adopted you.”

Say what now?

 ---

 Mr. Murdock didn’t outright say that Sam was puny and he was going to fix it, but Sam could see it in his disappointed gaze.

“Don’t like bread?” he asked as Sam chewed his way through an Uncrustable at the kitchen table. Sam froze with the sandwich in hand. He stared at it.

It was bread.

Surely, this was bread.

Right?

“Uh?” he tried.

“Don’t like the crusts?” Mr. Murdock asked him more gently.

Oh.

“I don’t mind them, these are premade though. You know, convenient,” Sam explained.

He got a stare impossible to read.

“Stay there,” Mr. Murdock decided.

It took too long for Sam’s brain to work out what had just happened, and by the time it had, it was too late. Matt stuck his head in the room and asked Sam why he’d told his dad that Matt was starving him.

Sam floundered and tried to explain the sandwiches. Matt absorbed this and rolled his whole head.

“Well, now he’s makin’ a week’s worth for you,” he sighed. “Wants you to eat the crust.”

Dude.

“It’s easier not to question it,” Matt sighed. “What kind of jelly do you want?”

 ---

 Matt didn’t interrogate his father, but Mike did. Unrepentantly. He walked in as Sam was emphasizing that he didn’t want any kind of jelly and he’d make his own sandwiches and understood the entire situation faster than Sam could have possibly explained it.

“FATHER,” he roared. “Leave the boy alone, he’s not starvin’, he’s just short.”

Flattering. Thanks, asshole.

There was no response from the kitchen. Matt told Mike to ease off. Mr. Murdock was trying to be nice.

“There’s nice and then there’s rude,” Mike said.

“And you’re rude?” Matt offered.

There was a pause.

A warm hand found the space in between Sam’s shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry about both of ‘em, kid, they got rocks for brains, it ain’t their fault. Our grandfather was a caveman, you know how it is,” Mike said kindly.

Matt was not amused.

“It’s not a big deal,” he repeated. “I’ll eat ‘em if Sam doesn’t want ‘em.”

“And subject yourself to peanut butter hell for multiple days in a row, Maitiú?” Mike asked, scandalized.

Matt glared in the direction of the stairs.

“Some of us enjoy nut protein,” he said.

Sam blinked in shock as big hands slapped themselves over his ears.

“There are children present,” Mike hissed.

Sam found the guy’s middle fingers and yanked. Mike swore. Matt chuckled.

“He ain’t a baby,” he said fondly. “Sam’s a tough cookie.”

You’re damn right he was.

“Charming,” Mike grumbled as Matt abandoned them for the kitchen again. He scowled down at Sam. “What’s your gimmick then?” he asked.

Sam wondered if he could make his contacts come out by blinking slowly enough. It would be cool as fuck. It definitely wasn’t happening.

“I control typhoons,” he said.

Mike winced.

“Fuckin’ vigilantes,” he said.

 ---

 Mr. Murdock gave Sam a second sandwich. He’d cut it into quarters.

“Matt says you don’t like jelly,” he said. “Bananas are better?”

Sam couldn’t help but like him.

“Yeah. I don’t eat much bread generally,” he said. “My family has always been more about rice.”

Mr. Murdock analyzed him.

“I can do rice,” he said.

Bless. It was okay, really.

“Do you like spicy things, Mr. Murdock?” Sam asked.

“Jack.”

Nice try.

“Spicy?” Sam repeated.

Mr. Murdock considered it.

“Not sure,” he said. “You mean like hot sauce? I ain’t fuck with that ghost pepper shit.”

Sam hummed.

“Before you leave, I’ll cook for you in return,” he said. “I won’t make it too spicy, cross my heart.”

Mr. Murdock considered this and then got a look in his eye that made Sam’s cheeks start to ache a little.

 ---

 Matt told Sam to play nice. Matt told his father to play nice.

There was to be no hiding chilis in Mike’s pasta.

They were caught and scolded.

“Not to worry,” Mr. Murdock told Sam fondly, “There are other ways.”

 ---

 Sam had never seen such outrage over a knot in a shoelace. Matt crossed his arms over his chest, seconds away from tapping his own foot.

“You said you were ready,” he reminded Mike for the fourth time.

“I know what I said,” Mike snapped at him. He’d dug through all the kitchen drawers to procure a metal skewer to apply to this situation.

“We’re going to be late,” Matt said. “I wait for my guide, she doesn’t wait for me.”

“Well she’s waitin’ today,” Mike said. “I swear to god—”

Mr. Murdock stroked the top of Tuesday’s head and asked Mike if he’d tried putting baby powder on it. Mike spat at him to mind his own business and went back to the knot. He managed it get it untangled and the shoe half on just in time to find the second one stuck in the third hole down.

He just about vibrated with fury.

Matt sighed loudly.

“Borrow mine already,” he said.

“Never.”

“Mike.”

“They’re blue. This outfit tolerates only warm colors, Matthew. ONLY warms.”

“We’re late.”

“Style waits for no man.”

“Well, clearly that ain’t the case, is it?”

Mike stood up sharply.

“I’m going to change,” he said. “And whatever elf tied these will rue the day. Mark my words.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll tell the elf—oh, my bad, the clown, Mike. It’s you. Get your life together. We’re late.”

Hilarious.

 ---

  “Why don’t you move out here?” Sam asked Mr. Murdock as he watched Sam sand away at his latest secret project in Matt’s absence.

“Sun’ll kill me,” Mr. Murdock deadpanned.

“I thought so too, but it’s not so bad,” Sam said. “I miss the snow sometimes.”

Mr. Murdock cocked his head and then knelt down to take the sanding block out of Sam’s hands. He gestured for Sam to give him the hunk of wood in his hands, too.

“Matty says you don’t got papers,” he said.

Sam was surprised. Matt usually kept that secret locked tight. But Mr. Murdock didn’t seem to have any adverse reaction to it.

“No,” Sam admitted. “My mom brought me here when I was really little. I didn’t know what it meant to overstay a visa.”

Mr. Murdock hummed.

“Makes flying tricky,” he said.

Yeah.

“Bus, not too bad, though?”

Mm. Bus was better, yes.

“Train?”

Depended on the train.

“Hm. Well, if you get homesick or need busfare, you just give a shout, ya hear? You’re always welcome to stay with us.”

Aww.

“Or if you really hate yourself, I’m sure Mike would love to come pick you up.”

Oh god.

“He can drive?” Sam asked.

Mr. Murdock paused and held his face in his dusty palm.

“The day he got his license was the worst day of my life,” he said.

Sam snickered.

“Did you guys drive all the way here?” he asked.

“No, thank god.”

“Can you drive?”

“Son.”

Sam looked up from the block of wood into Mr. Murdock’s hazel eyes.

“I take two steps out of New York and I’m gone, that’s me dead. No, I don’t drive. Why the hell would I drive? Where the hell am I goin’?”

Wow, mood.

“I tried to drive once,” Sam said. “Reversed into a fire hydrant. Matt laughed so hard he cried.”

Mr. Murdock handed back the woodblock. It was much smoother than it had been. Sam was chocking that up to the muscles and the practice.

 ---

 Matt and Mike got home and Mike announced that he was disowning that ‘putrid being’ that was the Swamp Monster beside him. Matt told Mr. Murdock that Mike didn’t approve of the swimming part of triathlon.

Mr. Murdock picked leaves out of his hair with supreme patience.

 ---

 “So Dad’s officially decided that you’re his grandson,” Mike informed Sam out of nowhere that Sunday. “He prayed for you at church today.”

Sam almost dropped his wrench. That was so endearing his teeth hurt.

“It’s ‘cause I do woodwork,” he said. “He can smell the handyman on me.”

Mike cocked his head to the side. His eyes were blue like Matt’s. Their mom must have had blue eyes—or maybe hazel like Mr. Murdock’s.

“No,” Mike said. “It’s ‘cause he’s also been a grocery bagger, a janitor, and a contractor.”

He what now?

“He wants to know why you aren’t in college.”

Oh. well—

“Matt tried to explain, but you know, it ain’t clickin’. He don’t get the politics part of things sometimes. Gets confused why people make such a big deal when there’s obvious solutions in front of ‘em. It’s not all his fault, he barely got a highschool diploma back when ‘critical thinking’ wasn’t even a testing category. Anyways, he wants you to go to college. Thinks you’re too smart to be pushin’ paper.”

Sam was going to cry.

“I think he sees a lot of Matt in you,” Mike said with a squint. “So just as a warning, he’s unbearable. Always—well, no. More like 95% of the year. He’s alright around New Years when he’s tired. You can tell him to fuck off at any time, though.”

No, no. It was okay. It was nice to have…more family. That’s what it was.

“I hope you know what this means, Samuel,” Mike said.

Mmm no?

Mike’s hand clasped his shoulder.

“You can call me ‘uncle,’” he said.

Ah.

No, thanks.

 ---

 Foggy and Kirsten couldn’t look at Sam without bursting into merciless laughter, which Sam had realized was a result of Mike’s vocal distress at his rejected offer of uncle-dom. Sam didn’t know what to tell him.

Mr. Murdock was nice. Enormous, yes, but very well meaning and gentle. His and Sam’s priorities and experience in life aligned neatly and Sam was slightly charmed by the way that he expressed himself verbally only to Matt and Mike.

Sam also didn’t hate Mike. He just didn’t want him to have uncle privileges. He didn’t see what was difficult about this.

“Mike’s got a history of rejection,” Foggy said. “And by that, I mean that every woman on the eastern seaboard has rejected him and he tries anyways.”

 ---

 Matt came downstairs and told Sam to ignore everything Mike said to him all day. He also said that they were going out that night, so don’t burn fingers on the soldering iron.

Sam saluted in acknowledgement.

Forty minutes later there was a rap at his door followed by Mike saying through it that he wanted to show Sam something.

Sam did not open the door.

He heard Matt’s name being cursed on the other side.

 ---

 Twenty minutes later there was another knock, this time with Mike saying that Mr. Murdock wanted to bond with Sam.

Sam nudged open his curtains and squinted hard into the backyard where he could see the vague shape of Matt chatting to his dad on the deck stairs, both apparently having a beer and shooting the shit.

This was a scam.

Sam would not be scammed.

He went back to the suit.

There was more cursing outside the door.

 ---

 About half an hour later, there was a knock, followed by Mr. Murdock’s voice this time, asking Sam if his shoes were supposed to be on the front porch.

They were not.

This was playing dirty.

Sam ventured out to go right this wrong and ended up outside on the front porch with the conman himself. Mike closed the door after him triumphantly and proceeded to get them both locked out.

“Are you supposed to be a good conman or?” Sam asked.

Mike gaped at him.

“The best conman,” he said. “Don’t worry, kid, I’ve broken into a thousand houses and won two horses. I’ve got this.”

That was not comforting. Sam was not comforted.

“First, we gotta test all the windows, and, failing that, we get a rock or a gun,” Mike told him with a knowing finger.

Sam blinked at it and then up at Mike. The man’s shoulders twitched.

“Uh?” Mike said.

Ah. The eyes. No contacts today.

“Do you like them? They’re Prada,” Sam said to absolute silence.

“A brick,” Mike announced abruptly. “A brick works too. Like a rock but bigger.”

Okay, so they weren’t talking about it, gotcha. Look, a whole family’s worth of repression styles. Sam was glad that they had a full set of methods.

 ---

 Sam broke into his own bedroom through the window. Mike clapped for him outside. Sam opted to leave him there.

 ---

 He was sort of sad to see the Murdocks go, especially after seeing the effect that the most senior of them had on Matt.

Sam hadn’t seen him this chilled out. He visibly relaxed under his dad’s hand on the back of his neck. He tolerated the fussing and constant hair fixing and the fingers brushing at his cheeks and elbows. Mr. Murdock guided him with the same practiced ease that Foggy and Kirsten did, but his guiding was accompanied by a quiet, ongoing commentary about the street around them, which Sam hadn’t actually heard Foggy do in the same kind of way.

It was like Mr. Murdock was telling Matt a story everywhere they went.

He told him when there were flags hanging up a story above, waving in the wind. He told him about the hanging wire baskets of flowers that Sam forgot about. He huffed a bit while he talked about lines of traffic in the street and a vast lack of color in the group due to the absence of so many yellow cabs.

Mr. Murdock of course, had been Matt’s first ever guide. It only made sense that he had a specialized style of it, just for Matt.

And for Matt’s sake, Sam didn’t want him to go, but alas, New Yorkers, man. The city called them back to the coast like a siren.

“You take it easy, y’hear, kiddo?” Mr. Murdock told him at the airport.

Sam smiled and said that he’d try.

“Take care of yourself. I mean that. Out at night too.”

Copy that, big guy.

“Give us a hug.”

Oh??? A hug??? Sam loved hugs. Hugs were great. He was—er. Leaving this one with double the ribs from the cracks apparently.

Mr. Murdock released him to go break Matt in half and then Foggy and then Kirsten. Mike told him that he couldn’t avoid flying again by hugging people. He also warned Kirsten that he’d see her soon and that then, she was sure to fall for his charms.

Kirsten said that she would be waiting with bated breath, and then that was it. Three Murdocks again whittled down to one.

“God, I should have married your dad,” Foggy moaned.

Matt laughed at him.

“He’s plenty busy avoiding the gaze of every person over sixty in his building. Let him live,”  he said. “Sam? Not too traumatized, I hope?”

Mm. Not so bad.

“Are you sure Mike’s your brother?” he asked.

“Unfortunately.”

Too bad.

“It’s fine, if we ever need a guy to distract the police, we’ve got him on retainer.”

That was true.

“They’ll come back?” Sam asked.

Matt paused before feeling for his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “Or we’ll go to them. I think you’d enjoy watching them in their natural environment.”

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