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🗽 - matt and frank are on the brain. what if you tried going on a date with them?? and they're making each other jealous, which eventually leads to all three of you breaking the bed in matt's apartment 👀

nik baby, thank you so much for this ask. i am so sorry it took so long, BUT i needed it to be absolutely perfect, and i think ive done it. it was absolute perfection, a joy to work on, and clearly you know me so well because this is one of my favourite things to write EVER and i will die on this hill!!!! i love you and thank you for your incredible request <3

winner's streak | frank castle x f!reader x matt murdock

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summary: you've had a little thing for your neighbours for the longest time. what's the worst that can happen when you ask them both on a date and turn it into a little friendly competition?

warnings: matt & frank roommate au, voyeurism/public exhibition, couple blind jokes, fingering, oral m and f receiving, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, etc bruh there's so many i cant

THIS IS A LONG ASS FIC (9K WORDS DONT KILL ME) BUT PLEASE ENJOY AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED

Your groan reverberates against the iron door, echoing into the empty space of the stairwell.

ROOFTOP CLOSED, the paper sign reads, FOR SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE.

It’s impossible for your eyes to roll any further back. Of all days this rooftop is closed, why does it have to be today?

The notice scrunches in your hand as you pull it free from the door, shoving it down into your bag. You’re already annoyed about making the trek up to the rooftop, but thankfully it’s a quick trip back downstairs, and you’re outside on the fire escape in no time. The balmy afternoon wind flushes hot against your face, thin metal railing digging into your forearms as you lean forward, but your chest falls gracefully with the deep exhale that carries with it any negativity.

You’re grateful for the quiet. Besides the occasional siren, you’re high enough that you can barely hear the commotion of the streets – a rarity in this city – and apart from your noisy neighbours to the left, it’s pretty tranquil here.

Keeping an ear out for anyone disturbing your peace, you scout the apartments to either side of you, listening to the ambient sounds and whatever the street below has to offer. Nothing today; nothing except for the brush of wind rustling the trees and dislodging those clumsily pinned flyers you hate. Good.

With no one home around you, and weather almost too perfect for tanning, your hand snakes up your spine to where the strings of your bikini top lay, tied in a careless knot that comes undone in one tug. The summer heat hits your bare chest with a ferocity that surprises you, but you close your eyes and tip your head back, allowing the sun’s warmth to wash over your face and cascade down your body.

But then, it shoots straight at you; a whistling arrow that lodges itself into the centre of your chest. It’s the sound of a breath catching; an inhale so sharp you might mistake it for a hiss. Your head whips to the side.

“Frank,” you seethe, hands flying up to where you’re exposed.

He croaks out your name as your eyes level into his, bewildered stare parting his mouth in an ‘o’. He doesn’t know where to look as you muster a fake smile, tilting your head to the side so saccharinely you feel him cave inwards.

Frank’s body is still square to yours as he looks up to the sky. “Nice uh… sunny day, right?”

You scoff, arms tightening around your chest. “Cut the shit, Frank. Were you spying on me?”

His nostrils flare as he grips his coffee mug, knuckles turning white to the point where you think it’s going to break.

“Well?” you deadpan, a muscle twitching in your jaw.

He sputters at your question, and then it dawns on you.

He’s lost for words. 

Your lips curl into a smile. First of all, you’re not really mad per se, you just like seeing him squirm. Secondly, Frank fucking Castle, your utterly menacing, 6 foot, ‘women call me daddy and I benchpress 400 lbs’ neighbour is lost for words. He’s stumbling over every syllable, and it’s like you have him by the balls.

Then again, maybe you just did. 

You’ve seen the way he looks at you, not-so-slick with the little half-glances he shoots your way, or how his lips purse when he sees you in the hallway, the vein in his neck popping as an existing string of unholy thoughts undeniably course through his head. He’s always rushing to help you with something, whether it’s to carry your groceries, or to repair anything broken in your apartment.

You never complain, of course. With the way he treats you like a queen, and gets away looking like that? Yeah, you can’t fault his behaviour.

And that was just Frank’s side of things. His polar opposite, puppy-eyed roommate Matt has it just as bad for you, but Matt… oh, Matt… he makes you throb in ways you don’t understand. You’re the kind of girl who will never let a man tell you what to do, but Matt? He makes you want to get on your knees, submit yourself to him, devote yourself whole.

Matt’s not a grand gesture kind of guy as much as Frank is; he’s more of a smooth talker, knowing exactly when and how to lay on the charm. In fact, it’s not just that; he intrigues you. You’re observant – more than you give yourself credit for – and you notice the unexplainable, the somewhat impossible. It’s the bruised knuckles that so often leave his hands stained crimson, the cane that’s nowhere to be seen, the hushed phone calls and (to your displeasure), kiss-bitten lips. 

You know a body as cut as his doesn’t come from walking to the office every day.

If you go out on your fire escape at just the right time, and tip your head in just the right direction, you can hear them talking about you. You’ve never admitted it out loud, but your heart flutters with the way Frank describes you to Matt, in what you’re wearing that day, or when he says those mundane things like, ‘she bought the same toothpaste as us!’

Alright, fine. You’ll admit it.

You think about them. A lot.

And in more ways than one.

You’ve indulged in their words, in their actions, in the little things they do that makes your skin hot and your back arch. It’s always variations of the same forbidden fantasy that creep into your mind, images that become more visceral as your fingers slip beyond the thin material of your soaked panties. 

And in this fantasy, there's both of them, working you, stuffing you… until you can’t handle anymore, until you cry out both their names as you fall apart.

The worst bit? With time, your desire for them — or, whatever the hell you want to call it — has only grown stronger. It used to be that you’d run into them in the corridor, exchange a few ordinary greetings, maybe flash a pearly smile, and leave as they melt into man-sized puddles. Now if you run into each other, you all leave flustered, fumbling for the locks on your paint-chipped doors, desperately trying to conceal whatever indulgent thoughts you all harbour in your minds. 

“You okay?” Frank’s gruff voice snaps you back down to earth. 

You shake your head as you snap awake, your doe-eyes meeting his. “Hmm?”

He blushes, fingers straining against his coffee mug. “You just started starin’ off in the distance…”

You offer him a tight-lipped smile as your chest rises with a rapid breath, doing your best to ignore the second pulse that’s appeared in between your legs. 

You really had to daydream at the right time, huh?

“Look,” he coughs, diverting his gaze, again, “M’sorry for uh… interruptin’ your–”

The graphic image of his body in yours while Matt’s underneath clouds your vision, and it turns your knees to jelly. “I-it’s fine.”

You spin on your heels, intent on dropping one of your arms to reach for the side door, but you conceive an idea. 

“Hey Frank?”

“Yeah?”

You turn to face him. “Let’s go out tonight. You know that wine bar between 10th and 11th?”

He musses a hand through his hair, eyebrows raising as he nods. “Really?”

“What,” you pout, “you don’t wanna?”

A wry smile creeps across your face as he straightens his spine, the intensity of your stare a little too much for him as his eyes flick away, throat bobbing as he shifts in his stance, almost uncomfortably.

Oh.

You stifle a gasp, zoning in on the faint outline of him, straining against his jeans.

Pupils blown and lips pursed, he catches you staring, watching intently as your tongue snakes out to wet your lips. The vein in his neck is as prominent as ever as his eyes wander over your body, at your bikini bottoms that leave almost nothing to the imagination, at your half-naked self standing there in his presence.

An idea crosses your mind. An insanely, obscene, insane idea, but oh, you’re devious. Frank squeezes his coffee mug tighter, eyes pulsating as the corners of your mouth upturn into a cheeky grin… 

And your hands drop from your chest.

All you hear is the soft murmur of a holy shit, the ceramic mug shattering apart in his hands, and the sound of your laugh echoing in the wind, carrying itself across the rooftops.

“I’ll see you tonight at 7, Frank.”

.

Matt catches you in the hallway later that day as you’re running errands, heartbeat thundering in your ears as he walks himself into your shoulder. He murmurs a quick ‘sorry’, straightening his suit jacket, preparing to continue his walk ahead.

“It’s me, Matt!” you call out, biting your lips he turns, his composure cracking with an infectious chuckle and a smile that crinkles his eyes.

He motions to his cane, shrugging his shoulders. “Whoops.”

Rolling your eyes, you push off your heels, inching closer to him, his voice smooth in your ears. “How was your day?”

You focus on a small piece of white lint sitting awkwardly on Matt’s lapel as he shifts his weight onto one foot, running your tongue over your teeth as you contemplate whether or not to flick it off.

“Actually,” you start, heat singeing the back of your neck as Frank pops into your mind, “you know what? It wasn’t that bad. How was yours?”

Matt chuckles half-heartedly, nodding. “That’s uh, that’s great to hear. Mine was… well, we received a hundred rhubarb pies as payment today. S’for a client we helped a while back.”

He leans his head in towards your giggle, hand flying up to loosen his tie. “Alright, I’m exaggerating,” – he tips his head to the side – “I’m told there were… four, at best, but Foggy’s acting like we have that many.”

A moment of silence passes between you, nothing but a gust of warm wind filling the negative space. Your breath picks up as your mind races. Say something. Anything.

A look of uncertainty flashes across Matt’s face as he purses his lips, hand coming up to brush against his stubble. “Look, I’ve– I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but–”

“For a while?” you interject, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah, a while,” – he rounds his shoulders, both hands gripping his cane – “d’ya wanna get a drink somewhere?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Matthew?”

He laughs, cheeks reddening at your question. “Only if that’s fine with you.”

“Hang on a second, how long exactly have you been thinking about this?”

Flustered, Matt pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, dimples showing as he tries to hide his sheepish smile. “A while.”

“Stop me when I get close.”

He grins from ear-to-ear. 

“One month?” you ask. 

“No.”

You feign surprise. “Three months?”

“Nope.”

Matt laughs as you gasp, loudly. Too loudly. “A year.”

“Longer than that, sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart.

The nickname pools in your thighs, heating the tips of your ears, forcing you to bite back a moan.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Matt asks, nudging your foot with his cane. 

What about Frank?

What about Frank?

The memory of the obvious tent in Frank’s jeans tugs on the knot building behind your stomach.

“I– well, I have the apartment to myself tonight, so I could cook. For you,” Matt says, voice lined with anticipation.

“Huh,” you look up, swallowing a laugh. “Frank isn’t home tonight?”

Matt scrunches his face. “Uh… no. He said he had something on. I figured I might as well take advantage of the quiet.”

In an instant, a thought blossoms in your mind. It’s devious, it is so goddamn devious, but oh…

So are you.

You step forwards, breath coming out a little shaky as the heat from his body reflects onto yours. Reaching a hand up to his lapel, you brush off the lint you were eyeing earlier, indulging in the earnest grunt that falls from Matt’s lips. 

“7 PM,” you whisper in his ear. “Meet me at the wine bar between 10th and 11th.”

He presses your hand against his collarbone, holding it steady as he tilts his head downwards. You’re shuddering at his touch, at the warmth and tingles it shoots through your veins, at the unexpected coarseness of his hands. 

“It’s a date,” he confirms, letting go of your hand, the dimples in his grin remaining as he unlocks the door to his apartment.

.

The wine bar is intimate; only the sounds of hushed whispers and the clinking of glasses keeping you company. You tap your fingers against the lacquered wooden table, sucking in your cheeks as you look at the time. 7.15 PM. You’re a little annoyed, not just at the fact that they’re late, but at the straps of your sundress, thin and finicky things sliding off your shoulders with even the tiniest of movements. A sigh escapes your lips, condensation blooming across the wineglass in front of your face. Maybe they figured you’d double booked them, asked them to the same venue and on the same date without saying much more. So much for your devious little plan, huh?

You pick at your nails, wine crisp on your tastebuds, each subsequent sip making you dizzy, but slowly taking the edge off. Who cares if they don’t show up? You need a night out anyway. 

As if on cue, the door opens, catching on the little silver doorbell, and Frank steps inside, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take him in. He’s somehow even more ruggedly handsome tonight, sharp jawline perfectly illuminated by the warm lighting. 

He apologises to you profusely, pulling you in for a tight hug, the contact from the muscles flexing under his thin shirt heating your skin. He motions to the bartender for a glass of whatever you’re having, setting the flowers down beside you.

He rests his forearms on the table, dark eyes peering into yours. “Will you excuse my tardiness, pretty girl?”

Oh, my fuck. What the hell is it with you and nicknames?

‘Pretty girl’ jolts you upright with a throb, and it takes every single ounce of strength you possess not to just uproot him by the collar and have him right then and there. Unfortunately, your reaction is poorly masked, and you’re forced to watch as Frank’s knowing smile grows, stretching larger as the bartender brings him his drink.

“Cheers,” he says, lifting his glass to yours, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, eyes moving lazily up and down your torso.

Frank leans back in the booth as he takes a sip, his shirt riding up to expose the smallest sliver of skin. “So, uh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the reason for,” – he waves his hands around – “all this?”

You swallow what’s left of your wine, pressing your lips together. What were you supposed to say, that you were sick of the sexual tension and all you wanted was to have fun with Frank and his equally sexy roommate?

You say something else instead. “I like being spontaneous, Frank.”

He cocks his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. “S’that so?”

You let out a sharp laugh. “I’m sick of doing the same thing all the time, and I need a little change in scenery.”

Frank shuffles towards you, muscles rippling under his long-sleeved shirt. “And you think I can do that for ‘ya?”

A half-smirk tugs on the corners of your lips as your fingers start to dance to where his hands are resting on the table…

But you jerk your hand back, ears pricking up at the sound of the door swinging open and slamming against the wooden frame, followed by a loud ‘sorry’ offered to whoever’s tending the bar.

Your stomach turns as the bartender guides Matt to your table at your signal.

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Still think this is a good idea?

You’re not sure where to look as Frank’s sour expression shoots daggers straight at you, moving over hesitantly to make room for Matt in the booth. 

Matt’s cold shoulder towards Frank is way too obvious as he sits down, setting his neatly folded cane on the table. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he swallows, “I had something I had to… take care of. But I came here as soon as I could.”

You glance down, flinching at the scabs across his knuckles, at the deep purple bruise on his cheek marring his features. There it is again, that thing about him you can’t quite figure out. 

“Yeah, okay, the fuck is this?” Frank turns to you, quizzical look bordering on anger. 

“I’m sorry, I thought this was a date,” – Matt chimes in, wagging his finger at you – “between the two of us”. 

“She asked me here, Red,” Frank whips his head around, shoulders tensing.

Matt scoffs, throwing his head back. “You? She asked you.”

Frank grits his teeth, fists clenching tightly together. “Shut the hell up. At least I had the decency to get the lady flowers.”

Matt laughs scornfully. “Oh yeah Castle, that’s so original of you.”

“We needa take this outside, Red?” 

The clink of three whiskey glasses being set down on your table is loud enough to collapse their argument. 

The server clears their throat. “Excuse me. Courtesy of that man over there,” — they pause, pointing — “if you keep it down.”

You thank the server, flashing an apologetic smile at the man in the corner, and pull a glass towards you, tipping it straight into your mouth. Frank does the same, waving at the bar for three more, while Matt sips his furtively, licking his lips before he swallows.

“I can explain,” you start, grateful for the warmth of the whiskey spreading through your veins.

Your face grows hot as Matt and Frank sit back in the booth, training their attention on you. With your heart thundering in your chest, the alcohol rushes to your head, hitting you with that little bit of confidence you need.

You lean forwards on the table, cocking your head to the side. “Let’s not sugarcoat this, alright?”

Frank shoots a sideways glance at Matt.

“You two think you’re so slick with your looks, and comments and… sink fixing,” you say, fingers curling into fists, “but the truth is, you don’t hide it well. At all.”

Matt presses his lips together as he slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose, while Frank takes a shallow breath.

Your forearms are now completely on the wood as you inch closer. “If you want me, you can just say so.”

The space between the three of you suddenly goes dead quiet; so quiet it’s as if time has fallen away, leaving you in your own little bubble.

“It’s lucky,” you pause, “that I have an affinity for you both. And I thought maybe… just maybe, we could have a little fun together.” You turn your head, making sure Frank catches the mischievous glint in your eyes.

You’re so far forwards now that your head is in between theirs, and you bring your hands up to their cheeks, pushing them closer to you. With their heads almost touching, and your lips one breath away from their ears, you feel the shudder running through their spines reverberate into your body. “Maybe we can make it a little interesting, hmm? Only if you’re up for it,” you wink.

Matt’s smirk peaks your nipples, spurring you to lower your voice, words dripping like honey. “Let’s just say the person who makes me cum the most tonight can take me on a real date.”

To his credit, Matt keeps his cool, merely interlacing his hands together on the table, sucking his cheeks in. Frank curses under his breath, gaze narrowing as he studies you, contemplating your proposition.

Matt is the first to speak, his voice dipping an octave. “Let’s go.”

Frank jerks his head in Matt’s direction, eyes wide. “Huh?”

Matt’s tone is insistent now. “Let’s get outta here.”

“Fuck, Red,” Frank whispers, hand coming up to stroke his chin, as the server sets three more whiskeys down on the table. 

You exchange a glance with Frank before you throw back the liquid, head shaking as it burns the back of your throat. They follow suit, wasting no time at all, and while Frank leaves a generous tip at the table, you make a beeline for the door.

.

The cab is way too small for the three of you, but you squeeze into the middle seat anyway, biting back a wicked grin as Matt leans forward to give the driver his address. 

There’s not a lot of space – well, not when you’re caught between two individuals with the muscle mass of an entire Planet Fitness combined – but you try to relax, heart racing as your body presses up against theirs. Something clenches in your jaw as you shuffle in the seat, the paper-wrapped bouquet of flowers crinkling by your feet. You’re not sure where to put your hands, but they come to settle at the edge of your sundress, where it’s ridden up almost beyond the point of modesty.

A thick finger sweeps against the back of your neck, catching you off-guard. The half-gasp half-cough you let out is louder than intended, and it draws the attention of the cab driver, who looks at you from his rearview mirror.

“Everything okay, miss?” he asks, concerned.

You will yourself to snap out of it, out of that lust-filled daze, squeezing your legs together as the throbbing in between your thighs intensifies. 

“Yes,” you gulp. “Everything’s fine, thank you.”

Frank waits until the driver flicks his gaze back to the road ahead. “Didn’t mean to scare ‘ya, sweetheart. You want me to stop?”

You purse your lips. “No.”

He takes his hand away from your neck and hovers over the patch of skin your sundress did cover. He drags the tips of his fingers up your thigh, stopping just high enough to hear the tremble in your breath, shooting you a half-smirk as you suck your cheeks in. 

“Frank.” Matt’s tone is stern as he tilts his chin upwards, nostrils flaring with his rising temper. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

Frank’s laugh is mirthlessly low. “Who said that, Red?”

You stare at your knee, at the big hand that’s found its mark. You’ve never noticed how gorgeous Frank’s hands are, the way he keeps his fingernails neatly trimmed, forked veins on the topside pulsating as he grips tighter, the light pink striations of healed scars running over his knuckles. And those fingers… God, if his fingers are that thick already, what would his–

You bite down on your lip, hard, as Frank pulls your knee towards him, spreading you apart in the seat. Fuck. Every nerve in your body is on fire as he lifts your hand up to his mouth, static electricity buzzing as his lips graze over your knuckles.

While Frank’s other hand slides under your dress, up to where the thin waistband of your panties sit, Matt leans over, as if to fix his seatbelt. Your eyes lull back in your head as he creeps forward instead, fingers skimming the inside of your thigh, their combined actions threatening to elicit a moan from your lips. 

You’re not in control anymore. 

Actually, you haven’t been in control for ages. It takes all of your willpower – well, what’s left of it – to not cry out, to not sit as far back as possible and let them…

“That’ll be $29.30,” the driver announces, brakes screeching as he pulls up outside your apartment building. 

“Fuck!” you curse under your breath, reaching for your purse as you pull down your dress.

Matt grabs your wrist, locking it in place as he takes out his wallet, gliding one finger along the top of the bills. 

“I think this is a 50… Frank, a little help please?” Frank grunts in agreement as Matt hands the bill to the driver. “Keep the change.” 

You don’t care that you flash Frank a little as he helps you out, smirking as you watch his chest tighten at the little scrap of fabric barely covering you, clenching the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. You yelp as he pulls you out towards him, flush against the hard muscle of his chest.

His gaze is piercing as he tips your chin upwards, irises paper thin around blown pupils. “You sure you know what you’re gettin’ into, pretty girl?” 

You swat his hand away. “Oh Frank, I’m not quite sure you’re ready for me.”

“What, you think I can’t handle you or somethin’?”

He trains his eyes on your mouth as it shifts into a wry smile, your tongue darting out to lick your lips in one smooth motion. Frank opens his mouth to retort, to say something with the intention of buckling your knees, but Matt walks up to you with perfect timing, offering you his arm.

“Walk with me?”

Frank groans, throwing his head back. “How many times do I have to tell ‘ya, Red? You can’t keep using that trick. What happens the day someone says no, huh? Can’t walk by yourself?”

A hearty laugh bubbles from Matt’s chest. “First of all, go to hell. Secondly,” – his voice drops to a whisper – “no one’s gonna say no to a blind man.” 

He turns to you, arm still on offer. “Right, sweetheart?”

You savour the priceless look on Frank’s face as you take Matt’s arm, linking it in yours. “Absolutely, Matthew.”

.

The walk upstairs to their apartment is excruciatingly slow; every step laced with the type of tension that sits thickly in the air. Arm still in tow with Matt’s, Frank trails behind the two of you, the thud of his boots against the wood echoing loudly in the stairway. You can feel him staring at you, at the way your dress flutters with each step upwards, the little glimpses of your ass making his mouth go dry.

Matt stops on the next landing, jerking your arm to do the same. Wordlessly, he drops his cane to the ground, unlinking his arm, tilting his chin upwards as if to settle his phantom gaze on you.

His lips are on yours before you can say anything, hands dropping to your waist, inching you towards the wall until he has you pinned. You mewl as he slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders, trailing his kisses down your neck, pressing himself into you.

“If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with,” – he rasps, nipping a sensitive spot on your neck – “you tell us, okay?”

He smirks against your mouth as you tell him ‘yes’, dragging the tips of his fingers from your collarbone down your arm.

But the kiss is over as quickly as it started.

“Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck, Red?” Frank spits, yanking Matt back by the collar.

“Fuck you, Frank,” Matt retorts, stepping forward as his hands tighten into fists.

You stifle a giggle, trying your best not to show your amusement at the flowers that undercut Frank’s tone. 

Frank looks at you, nostrils flaring at the way Matt’s messed up your hair. “Darlin’, it’s a fair competition, yeah?”

Matt interjects as you start to agree. “Alright, Castle, then tell me how much fun you had before I got there. You had a head start.”

Frank throws his hands up in the air, shaking his head. “For God’s sake Red, I didn’t ask for you to be late–”

Matt presses his lips together, cupping his hands over his face, the exasperation in his voice imminent. “I had things to do, Frank, I–” 

You clear your throat. “Why don’t you two save this for when we’re upstairs, huh?”

They turn their heads in your direction, nodding.

The two remaining flights of stairs disappear under your feet in a matter of seconds.

.

You swear you hear a crack as Frank bursts into the apartment, ushering you in as he scrambles to kick the front door closed. Matt lets out a little laugh as you drag him inside, stomach twisting as he yanks your hand, spinning you towards him. His lips find yours in an instant as he shrugs his suit jacket off, hands coming up to cup your jaw. 

Bouquet of flowers still in hand, Frank rushes to find a vase, faucet creaking as he waits for it to fill up.

“Hey!” he yells out, “Better not start anything without me!”

Matt breaks away from your kiss to undo his tie, whipping his head towards Frank in the kitchen. “Like you waited in the cab?”

He groans into your mouth as your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, teeth gently clashing together as he steadies his hands on your face. 

“Frank?!” Matt calls, pulling off his glasses.

“Yeah?” 

“Here.” Matt throws his glasses at Frank, who catches them in one hand, setting them onto the counter with a soft click.

As his mouth meets yours again, Matt’s hands begin to wander. As his thumbs brush over your nipples, he dances his fingers upwards, lingering for a moment on the hollow of your throat, coaxing a soft gasp from you as he uses a knuckle to trace its outline. 

His lips skirt your collarbone as he lifts your dress up, grunting as he kneads your ass, grinding his hard cock into your leg. He continues moving his hands up to where your panties sit on your hips, picking at the waistband, listening intently for the snap of the elastic against your skin as he lets go.

There it is again, that fucking smirk. 

“Matt,” you exhale sharply, nipping at his earlobe as he snaps your waistband once again. “Matt…”

“God, I love it when you say my name like that,” he groans, tugging your panties down your thighs.

He presses closer to you, wedging his hand under your dress, tracing a finger up your slick folds. You’re squirming in place, chest heaving as he puts pressure on your clit, circling it in a way that pulls on the knot building behind your stomach. 

You make a sound you’ve never heard before as Frank comes up behind you, thick hands gripping your waist, holding you in place, steadying you for something you’ve only ever fantasised about.

Matt sinks his fingers into you, thumb still moving over your clit, brushing up against that spot that makes you see stars. 

“Attagirl,” Frank whispers, as you tip your head back into his shoulder, vision going blurry at the way Matt curls his fingers inside you. 

You’re a mess, dripping all over his hand, keening into his touch. 

Frank’s voice is husky in your ear. “Look up at – that’s right, baby, look up at me.”

You stare into Frank’s eyes, mouth parted in a perfect ‘o’ as Matt growls, thumb so slick with your arousal that he glides over your clit with ease. All you manage to get out is ‘mmhm’ before Frank brings his fingers to your lips, commanding you to ‘suck’. 

Frank purses his lips, throat bobbing as you seal your mouth around his fingers, bucking against Matt’s touch, eyes rolling back as he hits the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“That’s right, darlin’,” Frank rasps, watching the uneven rise and fall of your chest, the telltale sign of your impending release.

Your cry is muffled as your orgasm rips through your body, flooding Matt’s hand, his own slacks staining with his leaking precum. There’s a string of spit clinging to Frank as he slides his fingers out from your mouth with a pop, but it doesn’t phase him; not one bit. In fact, he tips his head down to look at you like a trophy, something like a mix of awe and desire manifesting in his darkened gaze.

You wobble as Matt and Frank step away from you, slipping your dress off as you right your balance on the couch behind, bracing your wrists on the soft leather. 

But there’s no rest for the wicked, and Frank beckons you towards him as he pulls his shirt off, leaving it in a heap on the floor. He sweeps you in for a kiss, full lips insistent against yours. He’s a little rougher than Matt, but somehow, his mouth is more forgiving, warm and soft as it melds to yours. You break the kiss, stepping back for a second to look him up and down, taking in as much detail as possible.

“Holy hell,” you say, Frank’s responding expression evidence that you actually said that out loud, and not in your head.

He looks at the floor, shyly messing a hand through his hair. “S’there uh… something you like?” 

“Something I like?!” you exclaim, ogling him. 

“Shut up, Frank. How the– Oh my God, Matt, get over here,” you command, motioning Frank to come up behind you.

You waste no time in unbuttoning Matt’s shirt, working your way from top to bottom. Unlike Frank and his efforts to woo you by walking around shirtless, you’ve never seen Matt without clothes on. He’s always in something, to your disdain…

Until now.

A gasp escapes your lips – partly from the way Frank’s leaving marks all over your neck – at Matt’s tanned skin underneath, at what he’s been hiding this entire time. You run your hand over the vast expanse of him, jaw dropping as he flexes underneath your hand, rigid muscle sending heat to your core. Your heart stills at the scars flecking his torso, some well healed, some angry and red as if they’re new. 

Frank skirts his fingers over your nipples, pulling from you the tiniest whimper. 

“Uh…” Matt starts, vacant eyes flicking upwards. “I can explain–”

Your voice hushes to a whisper. “Don’t worry about it, Matty, j-just… just c’mere, okay?” 

The sound of Frank’s belt being unbuckled makes your breath catch in your throat, the clinking of metal ringing faintly in your ears as your fingers graze the deep vee lines on Matt’s hips. You watch as Matt sucks his cheeks in, cock twitching against the fabric of his slacks as you hook yourself into his waistband, pulling him closer to you by his belt.

Your mouth melts against his before you turn to Frank, who you know is desperate for attention from the way his arousal presses hard into your back. His tongue slips against yours, hand curving your jaw, tracing the contours of your face before it settles on your breast, drawing out a stifled moan as he rolls your nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

“Alright Red,” Frank pants into your mouth, “I’m done being nice.”

Matt laughs scornfully as he kisses your neck hungrily, reaching around to your aching cunt once more. 

Frank grunts as you palm him over his underwear, throwing his head back at the sensitivity of your touch. “Baby, did he make you cum good?”

You gulp, nodding as Frank smacks Matt’s hand away, rough fingers taking residence on your clit. “Yeah, Frank.”

He flashes you a cheeky grin. “Really? ‘Cause that was altar boy’s first time touchin’ a pussy.”

Matt puffs his chest out, striding forward. “Oh, you–”

Frank offers Matt nothing but a smug laugh as he picks you up over his shoulder, fingers digging into your waist as he carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing. Goosebumps erupt all over you as the cool leather makes contact with your skin, then as Frank knocks your knees apart with the push of a hand. A chill runs down your spine as you bare yourself to them, and although you know Matt can’t see you spread out like you want him to, you get the idea he knows exactly what’s going on; maybe the scent of your heightened arousal is easier for him to pick up.

“I haven’t let you off the hook, Castle,” Matt snarls. “You and me? After this we’re gonna settle it our way, yeah?”

“If it makes you sleep better at night, then yeah,” Frank retorts, head settling in between your legs.

Matt curses under his breath, fists coming up to press against his forehead. “Okay– just, fine. Just describe her to me Frank? Can you do that, then we’re even?”

“For now.”

“Fine, for now.”

You wiggle up on the couch, propping yourself up by your elbows as Frank flares his nostrils, inhaling you before him. “Fuck Red… the way she’s lyin’ on her back, spread out like this…”

Matt shudders as he palms himself, nodding. 

You feel yourself heating up as you continue listening. “And she’s– she’s fucking drippin’, God, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Matt pants, shrugging off his slacks, hand closing around his cock as it springs free, tip leaking with precum. “Keep going.”

“And now, I’m gonna lick her pretty little clit.” Frank looks into your eyes, lips pressed together in a hard line. “You want me to do that for you, baby?”

The way your breath shakes as you say ‘yes’ makes the both of them smirk.

Then, Frank’s tongue flattens against your clit, drawing from you a sound you’ve only ever made while fantasising about them, only in the privacy of your bedroom, of your shower, and wherever else you’ve thought about them. Your back arches as he licks wet circles into you, pressure feeling like velvet on the most sensitive part of your body.

Matt finds a spot next to you as he strokes himself, eyes squeezed shut as the sounds you make travel through his body. You reach out, wrapping your hand around his cock as he leans over to play with your tits, marvelling at the thick length before you, at the way it looks like it was made for your pleasure.

‘Come here, Matt. You’re begging to be sucked’ are all the words you can manage in between moans, but he comes up right next to you, slapping his tip on your tongue. He groans as you lick along the underside of him, along the prominent vein that pulsates with every touch. He lets out a half-cry as you seal your mouth over him, taking him in so deep that he hits the back of your throat. 

You start to bob your head, hand coming up to work his shaft in tandem, but Frank’s tongue slipping itself into the warmest, wettest part of you breaks you wholly, head tipping back as your peak sails through you.

Mouth and chin glistening with your cum, Frank looks up at you smugly, watching your erratic breathing as you come down from your high. He wipes his mouth before pushing off the couch to take his underwear off, cock so hard it slaps against his stomach. Your mouth goes dry at the girth, legs crossing over from the thought of him stretching you out; the pain that’ll give way to pleasure. 

You get off the couch to kneel between them both, rug under your knees semi-cushioning you from the hardwood floor. A shudder runs through your body as you look up at them, standing tall over you, every hard contour of muscle illuminated in the dim light of the apartment. Pupils dilated and mind buzzing with the thought of every single thing you’d like to do to their bodies, you reach upwards, hands closing around their cocks, throbbing and warm under your touch. Your strokes are languid as you relish in the sounds that tumble from their mouths, string of curses music to your ears. 

As your pace quickens, Matt tangles a hand in your hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this for,” he says, jerking your head back ever-so-slightly at the jolt of pleasure that runs through his body.

“Hmm,” you chuckle, flattening your tongue on his head, the half-howl half-cry he gives you making your legs shake. “And what about you, Frank?” You look up at him with innocent eyes as you shift to his cock, coating him in your saliva as he fucks the back of your throat.

He ruts into your mouth, grunting the words out. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, darlin’.”

You move back to Matt, hand gliding easier along Frank’s length with the help of your spit, licking the underside of him before you take him all into your mouth. “Did you ever think this was gonna happen?”

Frank laughs as you push them together closer to you, taking turns to blow them. “You should see Red, jerkin’ himself to the thought of you.” 

Frank jabs Matt in the chest lightly. “He’s not quiet about it.” 

Matt turns red in the darkness, pursing his lips as his cock hits a spot at the back of your throat, making you gag. “Oh and what about you, Castle?”

Frank’s voice is gruff as he reaches down to play with your nipples. “Oh shut it, Red.”

You render them speechless for a second as you stuff them both into your mouth, stretching your lips to fit them in as much as possible. They’re big, bigger than you’ve ever had, so they barely fit, but God, you’re so good, trying to please them both at the same time.

“Fuck,” they curse, voices dropping an octave, Matt’s hand coiling tighter in your hair. Tears spill down your cheeks as you get sloppier, strings of saliva following you from one cock to the other. 

“I can hear you,” – Matt pants – “saying her name in the shower.”

“Yeah, so? Maybe I did, once or twice.”

“No, no, no,” Matt laughs, “Not once or twice. All the damn time.”

Frank growls as Matt opens his mouth, fake moaning your name brazenly. “Cum for me darlin’, cum for m–”

A well placed kick to Matt’s ankle shuts him up, making him stumble backwards. “Yeah, okay, now I’m gonna say that to her for real.”

Frank shuffles behind you, bending you over the coffee table, pinning your outstretched arms at the wrists. The rug burn on your knees makes you hiss, but the resounding smack on your ass distracts you from the pain. It’s soothed by Frank’s wet cock slapping gently against his handprint, and then the trail of kisses he leaves from the welt to your pussy. He licks a broad stripe up your folds before plunging his fingers inside you, tongue exploring every part of you to see what sounds you make, what you like… what’s gonna get you to your next orgasm.

You let out a sharp exhale as you feel Frank being shoved away, the night air cold on your bare pussy, but you’re sent straight back to heaven as Matt’s mouth meets your core, tongue slipping inside your entrance as he spreads you apart with his hands. You recognise him by the way he eats you; he’s so much more gentler than Frank, taking his time with you as he worships your body.

But you’re not ready for the sensation of Frank lapping at your clit while Matt tongue-fucks your hole, the mewls and whimpers falling from your lips spurring them on to lick faster, prod deeper. You feel the pressure behind your stomach building to a crescendo, one that’s broken apart as you hear the sound of scuffling behind you, turning to see that Frank’s put Matt in a headlock. 

Your eyes roll backwards in annoyance, frustrated at the way they’ve left you high and dry, a mix of your cum and their saliva dripping down your thighs and no orgasm to match. 

“Darlin’?” Frank calls, slamming his hands on Matt’s chest.

“Yes, Frank?” you mumble, stretching your back over the coffee table.

“You want my cock?” 

“Yes.” 

In a flurry, Frank gets Matt flat on the ground enough that he can’t rise up to retaliate, not quickly at least, before pushing himself right into you. The combination of his thick girth and length makes you sweat, makes your eyes lull back in your head; the burn of the stretch slowly giving way to pleasure as he grinds into you.

He pulls back, far enough that you feel only the tip of him remaining inside, before slamming his hips into yours. You fall apart instantly as he drives his cock into that spot inside you, walls clenching and back arching as you pulsate around him.

Matt gets up, feet poised into a stance that screams ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you, Frank.’ 

“Did you? Did you just make her –”

“You’re goddamn right I did.”

Matt lets out an angry sigh before he helps you up, leading you to the dining table. He hoists you up on the table, brushing your hair to the side before grinning in your ear, every word dripping with want. “Alright sweetheart, here’s what’s gonna happen okay? I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve. None of that bullshit Castle’s been giving to you this whole time.” 

The quiver in your breath makes him chuckle. “Ready for me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” 

He drags his teeth along your pulse as you murmur ‘yes’ in his ear, nipping at the bruises Frank’s already left on your neck. You dig your nails into his shoulder as he traces himself on your folds, teasing you until you squeeze him, desperate for the gratification you know his cock will provide. 

Frank comes up beside you, bending down to swirl his tongue over your nipple, fingers featherlight on your clit as he rubs it in small circles. You bite down on your bottom lip as Matt guides himself inside you, pushing until he can’t go any deeper, Frank’s fingers still wedged in between you. 

He grits his teeth as he fucks you, one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your thigh, the wet squelches of his thrusts almost too much for him to bear. Matt isn’t as girthy as Frank, but he reaches the deepest parts of you effortlessly, pistoning himself at an angle that makes you cry out his name. The way he drills himself into you echoes throughout the room, the sound of his hips snapping against yours the only thing you can focus on before you throw your head back, exploding on him.

Matt’s cocky grin makes you weak as he pulls out, chin levelling into Frank’s glowering stare. He brandishes his hands in front of him, palms pointed to you as if to say, ‘your turn now’. 

Frank huffs at Matt as he scoops his hands under your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He wastes no time in filling your body with his, bending his knees as he drives himself upwards. You’re cockdumb at this point, eyes half-lidded and utterly glazed over, dopey smile the only thing you can muster as Matt tilts your chin up to his, kissing you hungrily as you moan into his mouth. Every thrust pulls from you a little mumble of unintelligible words, every nerve of yours firing at rates you didn’t think possible.

“Who’s winning, baby? Me or Frank?” Matt purrs, tongue scraping along your bottom lip.

“You’re b– fuck! Fuck, Frank!” – you say, in between his ruthless thrusts and the wicked gleam from his smile – “You’re both so good.”

You clench so tightly that Frank pops out of you for a second, but he doesn’t wait a beat to stuff himself back into you, continuing the relentless pace you know will have you ripped apart within minutes.

“That’s not good enough for us, darlin’,” Frank grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass.

“Sweetheart, I can’t even see and I know he’s not fucking you right.”

Frank snarls at Matt, swatting him out of the way as he lifts you onto his cock, off the table. Gripping your lower back, he pumps into you harder, the new angle making you want to tip your head back and howl. Ecstasy shoots through your veins as he carries you to the bedroom, cock still buried deep inside you.

He rakes his nails up your back as he uses your waist as leverage, moving you up and down on his cock with almost no effort at all. 

“Yeah darlin’,” he groans, “You feel so fuckin’ good for me, you know that?”

You whimper in response, kissing him to muffle the cry that builds up from within… and your peak sails through your body, every muscle going taut, toes curling, fingernails leaving marks on his shoulders as your overstimulated body responds to his pleasure.

He lowers you on the bed, bracketing your head with his forearms, languid kisses matching the pace of his hips. You can feel every inch of him as he thrusts into you, body expanding to accommodate him as he stills inside.

“You’re fucking infuriating, Castle,” Matt barks, standing over the two of you as he strokes himself.

“Yeah, well, if you ain’t strong enough to fuck her standing, just say so,” Frank chuckles mirthlessly, coaxing you over the edge once more.

“You didn’t give me the goddamn chance!”

“Chance?” Frank spits, squeezing one of your tits, mattress dipping as he gets off the bed. “Oh by all means Red, be my guest.”

You’re caught between a gasp and a sharp exhale as fury embeds itself in Matt’s face, lips contorting into a snarl. You’ve never seen this side of him before; this dark edge simultaneously scaring you and turning you on more than you already are. 

Something snaps in Matt.

He moves so quickly you almost miss it, akin to lightning flashing in a thunderstorm, pile-driving Frank into the bed so hard it’s a tangle of limbs and testosterone. Frank hits the bed, hard, hissing as Matt’s fist makes contact with his jaw, and then…

The soft splintering of wood, pricking Matt’s ears, sending him on high alert.

And the bed breaks. Two out of four legs collapsing in on themselves, the entire bed sinking on one side, catching all three of you off guard. 

“Oops,” Matt grimaces, sheepish smile adorning his face.

Frank clicks his tongue, shaking his head at the broken bed as he gets up to his feet. “Goddamn it, Red. Really had to let your anger get the better of ‘ya, huh?”

You don’t care that your words are slurring a little. You’re cockdazed, and they better learn how to deal with it real fast. “Oh my God. You know what? I’m so sick of– I should’ve never made this bet if it was gonna get you two riled up like this–”

You wobble as you stand up, scowl scrunching your nose as you bare your teeth. “I’m so–”

Matt shuts you up with a kiss, not caring that your teeth clash a little, pulling you close to him by the ass. The feeling of his hard cock pressed up against your stomach melts you from within, drawing out a moan you can’t bite back.

“You’re right, sweetheart. We’re sorry,” Matt murmurs, tangling his fingers in the back of your head.

“Yeah darlin’, he’s right. We can get uh… a little competitive,” Frank lowers his voice, coming up behind you to press his kisses into your neck.

You scoff, but it’s quickly replaced by a soft sound, one that indicates you’re far from being done. 

“I dunno, Red, you think she still wants us?” Frank grits, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh yeah,” Matt smirks, rubbing his cock on your clit, “I think she does.”

“I promise we’re gonna make it up to you, alright?” Frank teases, running his finger over the curve of your jaw. “Whatcha say, Red, wanna stuff her and make her scream for us?”

Matt’s devious smirk grows larger. “Only if she’s fine with it.” 

He tips your chin upwards, the action exposing your neck enough so Frank can close his hand around it. “Are you fine with that?”

“You got some making up to do, gentlemen.”

“S’that a yes?” they say together.

“Yes.”

“Well, the bed is broken,” Matt sniffs the air, “but, we have all night and the entire apartment to explore, right?”

Matt’s grin is different now. Devilish.

And more so when Frank reciprocates it, eyes glinting with a feral hunger. “You’re damn right.”

[daisyvisions]

Hey daisyyy! I was the one who requested that one haknyeon smut (whatever you say) AND I SUPER LOVE IT ALFKVJALDKCKAL 😔😔😭😭 AND IN MAVERICK!AU? U WANT ME DEAD?JK HAHAHAHAHAHA I'm glad u enjoyed writing it as much as i love reading it (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

After reading it, a scenario pops up in my mind 🤭 while hak and reader was getting nasty 😩 u know in the battlefield(?) idk what to call it hahaskfjsksk there's cctv EVERYWHERE and just imagine sangyeon or maybe hyunjae as a staff or head of the mvk org and they happen to look at the cctv monitor lakfjfjsk seeing the both of u getting it, he cant help but touch himself 😔 i'll leave the rest to ur imagination 😆

askjdnaskjnd WHY WOULD YOU INCLUDE THAT 😩 (for the sake of the fic I wrote I'll make it sangyeon since hyunjae 💀 at the beginning)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), mentions of male masturbation & being pleasured from sex, mentions of violence (killing)

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Can you imagine? Sangyeon's been your classmate since forever. Both of you were on good terms and he was the most reliable person to anyone, hell that's the very reason why he even got elected class president.

Just like you however, he didn't expect that this whole gov't / maverick set-up would end up having him kill his own friends and peers.

What everyone didn't know about Sangyeon tho was that he's the son of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country (yeah his family is pretty good at laying low)

But when the maverick organization read his profile and found out, they HAD to keep him alive (bcos his dad was involved in the scheme somehow and if they killed his only heir, they're in deep shit)

so yeah, they let him play the game. Then they decided to pull him out in the middle of it just to be safe. It broke your heart honestly when you heard his name bring mentioned through the PA system "Lee Sangyeon, eliminated."

and it broke his heart, watching all the people he used to know be killed through the CCTVs.

He was really anxious in his seat honestly, every time he saw you through the monitors. He just wanted you to stay alive til the very end (mainly because he's got a fat crush on you for a long time).

There were so many instances where he almost bumped into you, but he would go the other way or when he saw another classmate almost get to you, he would distract them. He made sure nothing happened to you.

You can imagine how pissed off he was when he was pulled out of the game in the middle, having you left to fend for yourself.

So when he saw Haknyeon tackle you down to the floor through one of the CCTVs in the room, his heart nearly exploded out of his chest.

But when he saw what Haknyeon did to you after nearly killing you, an all fours with your ass up, your desperate face trying to keep quiet but your eyes rolling back from the pleasure, the cum just gushing out of your tight hole... well let's just say he couldn't help but touch himself thinking that was him giving you all that pleasure. The beautiful sounds of your muffled moans echoing through the screen.

And maybe once you've escaped... if he manages to pull some strings... he could show you what he's capable of too

[miaisagirllover]

that’s a lot to live up to

my day 4 @bylerween2023 fic for “attacked by vecna”. I made this in 2 days cause my day 6 bylerween fic was complete ass but I needed smth to replace it.

basically mike getting possessed because why not. this will have multiple chapters cause I cant leave yall on a cliffhanger and I wanna continue this (read below or on ao3)

Mike Wheeler had just come to Hawkins when it happened.

Him, Will, Jonathan, Argyle and El were driving from Nevada to Indiana after rescuing El from the military. During that drive, they had learnt a lot. There was this new villain called Henry Creel, who wasn’t really new. He was actually the guy behind everything to do with the Upside Down. Will going missing then getting possessed, the flaying of almost half of Hawkins, that flesh monster that destroyed the mall; that was all the work of one man. And according to El, he was doing even more while they were all in California. All of the killing he was doing was to open a portal. And it seemed like it worked. As they were coming into Hawkins, it looked apocalyptic. There were cracks everywhere and something was leaking from them.

Jonathan had to stop to be checked when they were entering the town. The man there was making sure he had ID, drivers license, all the boring stuff. He was also extremely suspicious. He wondered why anyone would come to Hawkins when it just had an earthquake.

The kids took this time to get some fresh air. But just as they were all stepping out, Mike started to feel dizzy. It probably just me getting up to fast, he thought to himself. After a few minutes, it got worse. He tried to hide to; after everything that happened, he wouldn’t want to concern anyone with some minor stuff. But Will noticed.

“Mike, are you ok?” He asked, seeing his friend’s worn out expression. They were all tired, but Mike looked like he was sick.

“I’m fine.” Mike said. He didn’t get how Will noticed. He was usually good at covering up stuff like this. But moreover, why would Will be concerned. Mike had treated him like shit all spring break. My life began when I found you in the woods, that’s when Will went missing. And even before he came to California, he hadn’t even been trying to contact Will. Only a few calls and no letters. Well, he hadn’t even been sending El that many letters, his own girlfriend. How could he be isolating from everyone he knew.

You’re just hiding from the truth, Mike began to think. You can’t even face your own feelings for those two. Well, more like your lack of love for El. But the thoughts in Mike’s head started to sound different. The voice changed and distorted, until it became monstrous. His head spun and his vision went blurry.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” El came to her boyfriend, extremely worried. If Henry was attacking Mike, she didn’t have the resources or energy to get into his head. And anyways, she had defeated him while in Max’s head. But her attention was diverted by Will, who had pointed out something wrong with Mike.

“El, he’s passed out!” He shouted. Will also noticed something. “What’s wrong with his eyes, why are they white?”

Mike felt like he’d only passed out for a few seconds, but his setting entirely changed. He wasn’t on the edge of Hawkins anymore. He was in his garage. He’d been here before, and he recognised the memory. He saw himself, standing with someone else. Will. They were both younger. Mike knew what would happened next, and he needed to stop it. But he couldn’t move; he was frozen in place. I’ll just shout at them, he thought, but no matter how loudly he screamed, they couldn’t hear him. He’d just have to stand there, and watch himself.

“El’s not stupid, and it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” His younger self shouted at Will. Those words were almost amplified. They stood out from the sound of the rain on the roof. Whatever brought him here wanted Mike to watch this. It wanted him to suffer. He watched as Will left the garage, getting soaked in the rain. Suddenly, Mike could move again. He needed to follow him, tell him that he didn’t mean anything, that he was just being a fucking idiot.

He was running faster than he ever had in his life, as Will was on bike. He was shouting at Will to stop, that he wanted to apologise, but it was as if he was deaf. Finally Will stopped somewhere in the woods: Castle Byers. It was his safe space, when the bullies or his dad got too bad for him. It was the only place where Will could have some peace. And in his hand was a baseball bat.

Will started to attack the shelter. Splinters of wood and painted signs lay in the mud. After a few minutes of destroying, he picked up something from the wet rubble. It was a picture of him and his friends at Halloween. They were all in ghostbusters costumes. Without any thoughts, Will ripped in half, dividing the photo into two. Mike shouted at him, asking him why he’d do that. Then, someone else came. It was younger Mike and Lucas.

But then the scene melted away like ice on a radiator.

Mike was back in the garage again, but it was different. It was in the Upside Down, or it had at least infected the place. Vines had grown on the walls, and the rain had went away. But the most concerning thing was the shadowy mass in the sky. It reminded Mike of a spider, with its many legs. He got curious and decided to get a closer look at it. Any instinct he would’ve had when it came to danger was gone.

“What the fuck?” Mike whispered to himself, as he moved toward the shadow. It was way bigger than he thought, and the legs were more like tornadoes. But as he was leaving, he heard a sudden rush of wind behind him. The shadow was moving towards him.

Mike tried to desperately outrun it. What even was this thing, he thought to himself, and why is it chasing me? But one of the shadow’s tornado-legs caught up to him in just a few seconds. Mike was now in the shadow. All he could see was darkness and ashes. Then from the dark mist, tendrils started to come out and go into Mike. First his eyes, then his nose and mouth. It felt like someone was pushing him under ice-cold water. Whatever this thing was, it made Mike feel so dreaful and shaky. Soon, he was losing himself to this thing. He started to hear his worst memories, things that he’d repressed into the darkest corners of his mind. But it was all over just as quickly as it had happened.

Mike woke up to his two friends shouting at him, asking if he was ok. Will was borderline shaking his friend. After a bit, Mike opened his eyes fully. He was in the back of Argyle’s van. As he looked out the window, he saw that they were still in the same place they’d stopped.

“Mike, are you ok.” Will asked, looking very worried.

“Yea, why wouldn’t I be?” Mike told him. He felt weirdly energetic, as if someone had revived him. It was a sort of twisted pleasure. But this new feeling also felt foreign, like it was someone else’s.

”You fainted for a really long time and your eyes were white.” El said. “We thought Henry had gotten to your head.”

“Guys, I’m ok.” Mike affirmed. “I actually feel really good.”

Just as Will was about to ask his friend something, Jonathan hopped back into the van and told them to get in. They all sat down. Mike was lost in thought, his face unreadable. El was relived that he was ok. But Will wasn’t convinced Mike was fine. Maybe it was just the Upside Down creeping into the town, but Will felt that familiar sensation he hadn’t felt for six months, but it was stronger than ever. He had felt that tingle (now more like a sting) on his neck when he was talking to Mike.

[definitelynotshouting]

OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS CHRISTMAS I WAS SO TIRED LMAO MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

I actually had the BEST luck on the plane- no babies and NOBODY WAS COUGHING. I still wore a mask but that was the first time I've ever been able to sleep on a plane it was revolutionary. Never had a plane so quiet.

LOL Queen Jellie :3 She's exactly like my cat: spoiled and damn pleased about it. It's okay though because she's cute.

Also the "it's Scar's point, now,". Desert duo try and communicate normally challenge. These two CANNOT hold a conversation without trying to one-up each other or committing to some bit and thats why we love them <3 silly (affectionately)❤️

YOURE A CHEESE PERSON AS WELL?!?? Red dragon is SO good, excellent choice. The espresso one sounds interesting! I've never had coffee flavoured cheese-- im fond of one and not the other-- but if you you recommend it i might have to give it a go :o. My own favourites arent anything exciting; i just like a good gouda or smoked cheddar (i love smoked cheeses)

Anyway, ty for indulging my airport boredom haha :D. Im back home in Malaysia (where i grew up) for a couple of weeks before going back to Australia. Thoroughly ready to gorge myself on malaysian food and fruits AND ENJOY CONSISTENT WEATHER BECAUSE MELBOURNE CAN AND HAS HAILED!! AT 24+ DEGREES CELSIUS (75 F)!!!! NOT OKAY HADKDBSJSJ

-☀️

HI SUN ANON I HOPE MALAYSIA IS TREATING U WELL!!!!!! I was gonna respond sooner but holidays went and knocked me on my ass dkdbdjdnf. Also WIN THE TRAVEL BLESSING WORKED /SILLY 😌😌😌😌😌 glad u had a good flight king 🫡🫡🫡

I am indeed a cheese person!!!! Huge cheese fan, also i think you're the first person ive ever spoken to who has any idea what Red Dragon is right off the bat 😂😂😂😂😂 but yeah i love cheese so fucking much-- for xmas we had the aforementioned espresso, as well as several other bellavitano cheeses including a merlot, a bourbon, and garlic and herb. Plus a very nice and very soft, crumbly bleu. It wasnt Stilton, which is my personal fave, but it honestly held up really well when i made my traditional christmas snacks (petite toasts with bleu cheese, blackberry jam, and a walnut on top :] )

And yeah scarian truly cant communicate without making it a competition and its KILLING MEEEEEE DDJEHFKNFDKFNN im so obsessed with them and their dynamic, im glad you liked that moment!!! I was planning to post the fic the day after xmas but alas the holiday stress/burnout got to me before i could 😭😭😭 SOON THO!!!! Mayhaps even for the new year, we shall see!!!!

Hope ur having fun, sun anon!!! :D i'd love to hear more about the food ur having over there (also ur SO valid for the consistent weather comment, i grew up in Texas which can sometimes have crazy weather patterns so o7 about the hail in 75°F weather 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭) thanks for dropping by!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[munchkin1156]

Any G/T OCs?

Thank you anon, for this chance to finally infodump about my g/t ocs! Just a fair warning, this miiight get long, we’ll see! (I have a lot of em.. So the short answer to your question, yes I do. The long ones under the cut…)

First off, we have my sona, Munchkin :D

(It’s a rather messy sketch, sorry about that)

Munchkin’s a sizeshifting borrower from the sacred realm, destined to try hard and fail.

She’s gotten backstabbed and killed too many times to count, the only thing keeping her alive is Amble, Red, and the group of friends she made as a person wearing a sparkly box from the silent realm.

✨anon✨’s design is interesting, because she’s still mostly herself, with her tail and personality, whereas most people would get consumed, considering it’s a pretty strong mask… huh, strange.

(Just to be clear, I’m not covering all my oc’s, just a few of them, because I’d rather not have over ten thousand words on this post accidentally)

We have Charlie and Adre, from UCD, links to chapter one and two here and here (it’s earlier on in my writing phase, so I’m warning you they aren’t very good, also it’s mainly been Charlie, with only a slight mention of Adre but oh well-)

Let’s have a spoiler for chapter three, shall we?

(A big thank you to my sister @huggablecat for editing this, she’s not a bot I swear- I’m horrible at digital art so thanks to her for taking the sketch and doing something amazing with it… she’s not ever going to see this but oh well-)

Charlie is a Dreamer, which is a small avian race that hates humans for burning the Astrodaryn forest and attempting to destroy all magic, forcing them to flee to the sky. The seeds they have hanging around their neck are from the forest, it’s where their magic comes from.

The goal is to get rid of the humans, and replant the forest. Read the first two chapters for more information.

Meanwhile…

Adre is a human that is called cursed due to his eyes. His pitch black eyes with white pupils, so therefore a lot of people assume he’s magic/dangerous and he gets outcasted.

I don’t want to say too much about him, I want to keep him a surprise for the most part, but let’s just say he finds a small bird person and the authorities aren’t very happy about that…

I have more ocs for this story, but they have not appeared yet/I haven’t made drawings of them/I don’t feel like looking for drawings rn :D

MOVING ON-

Vampire person? For a fake fic title that’s so old Becky probably forgot they gave it to me? Don’t mind if I do~

This is Jamie. They’re sick of being a vampire, sick of living forever, sick of having no one to care about. Aaaaand then they meet a group of friends that will change that forever.

It’s like, small vampire appears on YouTube, group of friends find them there, make videos together, while hiding the fact that they are small + a vampire, and as they grow more and more attached, the fear only grows…

Now, I’m getting tired and I have homework to do (WHYYYYYYYY) and things to memorise for tomorrows test, which is absolutely amazing, but it means I can’t make more detailed descriptions, so I’m just gonna dump a bunch of art, please ask questions about them if you want!

Anyways, let’s get started….

(That one’s not an oc, it’s for the dystopian au but I figured I might as well put it here)

Aaaand that’s all I can find! (For now)

Hope you like these anon, and uh… for the people that I’ve made digital art for/going to make digital art for, if it seems significantly worse, it’s cause I suck at digital art.

I’m really really bad at it. Sorry.

Kindest regards, Munchkin.

(OH SHIT WAIT THE TAGLIST-)

@i-am-beckyu, @da3dm, @brick-a-doodle-do, @faeiyn-cant-write yooooo check this outtt

Oh wow the taglist is getting longer-

If you want to be tagged, just dm, comment, or ask me!

Gooooooodbye!

(that’s supposed to sound like how grian says it, okay? OKAY?)

[azumasoroshi]

shizaya fights are cool

forever thinking about how fun shizuo and izaya's chase scenes are because they're always based on the environment <333 like fighting in a giant empty arena has always been meh to me i LOVE when fights incorporate the setting like the train/construction zone fights in shang-chi and any of gray's fights from weak hero and stuff like that

and the nature of shizaya's fights is literally them using every object in ikebukuro to try to kill each other with (including trucks) so of course there's a TON of environment interaction and even if it's not practical at all (shizuo probably could have killed izaya a million times over if he just punched him instead of...pressing his forehead against his???? or throwing the truck at him instead of backwards????) it's SO fun to watch

if i ever learn to animate properly id really wanna make another one of their chase scenes because explosions and fire laser beams are cool but vaulting off of sign posts stuck in the sides of buildings is even cooler

OR write about it in fanfiction, tbh shizaya fics skip over the fights too much or just have them running and cut to them being exhausted like MAN show your work give me the good shit or ill write it myself (that sounds like SO much more fun compared to writing 'he slashed the other's clothes with his sword, missing by a hare's breadth and scowling as the other rushed forward to compensate for his wavering balance" or something. maybe i tried too hard on that one but IDK I DONT LIKE WRITING FIGHT SCENES

they're generally really hard to not get repetitive for me but there'd be so much less repetition in a shizaya fight becase you're always moving and you can always throw new stuff into the equation so it's not just the same old movements over and over. and you can change locations too like what if they're fighting in an aquarium?? fucking uh oh dude

or like. them "trading weapons" would be fun, where shizuo starts throwing the knives he's acquired from izaya over the years/the ones he catches in his teeth and izaya like. im not sure what he would do but maybe shizuo launches a bunch of things at some ceiling panelling and they get stuck in it and izaya cuts them down and all the stuff falls on shizuo like stalectites and he has to run to get out from under it. that kind of stuff

i cant focus on anything else rn because i just watched this for like the seventh time this week and just hhHHHHH (it's mirrored but apparently it's from an ova so you can probably watch the whole unmirrored episode somewhere)

i love how ovas are usually for fanservice stuff and durarara fans' fanservice is full shizaya fight. they knew what we wanted and by god they delivered

[lazaruspiss]

your ship, character and fandom opinions are so based. i'm also a poly robin shipper so it's nice to see there are more of us here. anyway, i'd love to hear what are your all time favorite dc ships and why, and if you have any headcanons (sfw and nsfw) about them. or you can just ramble about any fic ideas you have, the ones you've mentioned already are very interesting.

thank u for the compliments and also the many things to talk about!! <3 mwah! (readmore added bc of length)

picking a favorite ship is so hard, because im a multishipper and real big on leaving my options open so that i have the most opportunity in any given story!! like, brudick and sladick are both ones i love for dark stories, but they each give such different angles and paths that you can take. all combinations of robins are dear to me for different reasons. and even within the context of one ship, i can usually come up with a lot of different directions that they can go it!!

i can't even say "X is my favorite for Y types of stories" because with a good pairing theres so much you can do with a variety of types of stories!! so. def cant pick a favorite, but i can list some that i like! they mostly involve Dick, bc my biases are quite obivious, lol.

Dick ships: Bruce, Slade, Talia, Slade/Talia, Tim, Jason, Steph, Damian (but it depends a lot on context, i see Dick as being very careful about not taking advantage), any poly robins combo, Slade/Rose, Tara

other ships: Slade/Rose, Slade/Talia, any robins together, Bruce/Talia (but only if Talia is having daddy issues about it), Nyssa/Talia (Nyssa repeatedly kills and revives her to make her understand her anger at Ra's. the rituals. they're intricate i swear-)(but also in arkham knight Nyssa compares her love for Talia to Bruce's explicitly romantic love for Talia and i've never been normal about that), any combo of the Al Ghuls tbh they're so mentally ill about each other

so uhhhhhh. really you could pitch any Dick ship at me and get me talking. if anyone wants to ask about that list ur welcome to lol

fic ideas!!! i have some shorter ones, like a Blackfire/Robin non-con based on that one scene from tt03, but i kinda wanna take this chance to ramble about my longer ideas!

u may have seen some of these, but i have a series called "days without incident" which is a bunch of shorter than usual fics stringing together random semi canon compliant scenes of Dick being in dangerous sexual situations, which are eventually going to end in a rlly angsty fic of Dick being assaulted and just accepting it. it sounds dark, and it is, but due to the length and format they really just serve as quick writing warm-ups more than anything.

DIDick AU. a friend of mine has been on the receiving end of so many DMs of me fleshing out these alter OCs, to the point that it would feel weird if I didn't write anything for it. the problem is that when I think about it, it all revolves around characters and there's no real plot line to use for it. I could just rant about it, bc figuring out what I want to do for a story about them is really tricky. it's also tough bc it's a teeny bit more personal than I usually go for. do /I/ have DID? unclear. I probably wouldn't tell you either way. anyways, it's an idea i want to more with but it's just more complicated to work on than most others.

suicide fic. "Where The Dead Stay Dead", title in reference to this being in a "Jason Stays Dead AU". i want to take a sort of dark comedy direction, but i have trouble controlling how the tone ends up when I write. Dick tries to kill himself post Jason's death + many other bad times but Slade just happens to pop in to try and bother him that day, and is uh. he doesn't know how to feel about it, the kid dying in front of him, but he drags Dick to a safe house and does some made-up comic book science fuckery to give Dick his healing factor. Dick is not very happy about this when he wakes up. the rest of the story follows an arrangement where Dick searches for a way to perma die and is generally a depressed grumpy bitch about everything, and Slade secretly tries to get him to stop doing that while trying to figure out a way to revive Jason. whichever ends up being easier. a lot of it would probably just be about Slade feeling lost with this "new" version of Dick, as well as the two of them swapping stories about dead loved ones and learning how to mourn.

timcel fic. that was the placeholder title, before i settled on "Nature's Order (As Told From Alpha To Beta)", but i still call it the timcel fic for short <3 the alpha in that title is Ra's, and the beta is Tim. the kick off for the story is that Ra's kidnaps omega Dick to use as a human incubator bc he and Talia had a spat that's left him heir-less, and he kidnaps Tim to make Dick more compliant. it's a really extreme take on "right wing alpha male pipeline, but omegaverse". it's gonna be a lot of bad times for Dick <3 i've talked about it so much with my friend that one time they mentioned basing smth partially off of Nature's Order Tim, and I think that's a good sign that I should really be writing this properly at this point. I have started chapter one! but bc it's gonna be a long one I want to get three chapters done before I start posting, bc having a few extra chapters written will help with my nerves a bit.

[amazing-spiderling]

for the least favorite ask game: episode of DD? matt murdock fanon headcanon or joke? marvel movie or show? fic trope? book you had to read at school as a kid ? place you went to for fun (doesn't have to be a whole vacation destination)? meal you've had multiple times but cant say no to because its what was being served?

Least Favorite:

episode of DD?

Probably "Semper Fidelis" from season 2. I think this is one of those episodes that is just rife with all the things that made that season not work for me. The Punisher trial could have been so interesting and it gets kneecapped because Elektra is impatient. Matt makes bad decisions for no real reason and his and Elektra's stuff is treated like it's SO time sensitive, but it's really not, it's just there to throw a wrench in the works. It sticks out like a sore thumb, and I just hate when I'm watching a show and I'm yelling, "Get back to the GOOD part!"

matt murdock fanon headcanon or joke?

If I never have to hear the "What to Daredevil and Scarlet Witch have in common" joke again, that would be great. Thanks. I'll be minding my own beeswax on instagram and then a random Turkish comic meme blog will show up in my feed and I can't read the language but I *KNOW* what it says and it wasn't even that funny the first time, guys. Let it go.

marvel movie or show?

Eternals was pretty darn boring for all the people in it that I wanted to like. I got a kick out of the Bollywood bit and then... the rest just didn't hold up to even its own internal logic. It's pretty bad when the fanbase is *begging* for the movie to be quietly erased from canon.

fic trope?

Probably "Dark!" versions of characters. I realize this sounds counterintuitive, given my love of Murderdock, but I think when I've given these fics a chance, they just tend to be, "Hey if your blorbo killed 10 guys with a rock and then kissed his love interest would that be fucked up or what" and there's not a lot of... *there* there. Or else they tend to read like someone is trying to convince me how dark and edgy they are and it's just... too difficult for me to get emotionally invested. Sorry, gang. I'm a hypocrite.

book you had to read at school as a kid?

The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I was assigned this book two years in a row and was bored to tears both times. I still have no clue what it was about because I could not focus on anything, I just remember being annoyed by the protagonist. I just tried to look up a summary and my brain still rejected it. :/

place you went to for fun (doesn't have to be a whole vacation destination)?

I'm just really not a beach person. I've been to Miami and stuff and I'm like. Yep. There's water next to some sand. Can we go home now? (I prefer the atmosphere of rocky beaches. There is Alaska in my bones.)

meal you've had multiple times but cant say no to because its what was being served?

My dad was one of like 11 kids, which meant I had a lot of aunts and uncles and countless cousins and for *years* the Thanksgiving tradition was to drive two hours to my grandmother's house where dozens of people would collect for a potluck. Being a dorky sci-fi and comic book reading nerd in a family of football enthusiasts aside, this meant that Thanksgiving dinner tended to be giant aluminum pans of dry turkey, gravy with mysterious bits one person in the family liked and overdone brown-and-serve rolls. It was often the worst meal of the year for me. Eventually when I was in high school, my older sisters decided enough was enough and we had Thanksgiving at home and it turns out, I actually like turkey when it wasn't cooked 10 hours before I get to eat it.

[luciehercndale]

I prefer the Jesse of your fics than canon Jesse

To me Jesse was a character I liked, but I cant excuse himself in chot, I get he is mad at Grace but he believes in people with complicated stories, so for me a convo of them talking later on and reconstructing their relation was needed. As the Jesse from chog and choi would never have wish Grace to rot alone in some house in the middle of nowhere like it was implied in chot, he wouldnt.

Another thing of Jesse is that he has always looked up at the Lightwoods, we see it when he meets Gideon, so for me in chot would have been necesary any pov of him relating to this, of how he feels knowing his mother killed two of his cousins, and a reunion with his uncles. I liked that Will welcomed him into the family, but I feel Jesse also seeks this welcome from the Lightwood side, a stuff you have touched in your fics.

My other complaint of Jesse in chot which is that I wished to see more of him, lie his interests, hobbies, stuff like that, I get we couldnt due to page time but his character revolved to much around Lucie and I missed this chance of showing how special he is.

Jesse and Grace are very interesting, both have done very fucked stuff, Jesse killed Elias and other shadowhunter, he didnt want to but he was made to by the possesion a very heavy stuff that for me should have been dealt. Of course I dont think he should be punsihed but its a moral dilemma he may had when he meets Cordelia. Or that eventhough Tatiana was bonkers, he saw his mother die and that was barely touched, he must have had some good memories and maybe feels like Gabriel with Benedict, like he doesnt like the parent but also has lived some good moments with them so its complicated.

But well in chot I couldnt get to see Jesse written so bland, I liked thebits we got from blackdale, but I fetl CC reduced him to that, I think if tlh was 4 books he would have been more developed. But my biggest issue was that it was implied he didnt care of Grace and that he cared more of Jordelia marriage than his sister, which isnt true.

I needed a scene of them talking about what happened so bad. We're left to believe that it happened behind the scenes like several other moments like showing Gabrily reacting to Kit's death, Wessa and LucieJesse mortal sword trial, Sona giving birth... and I could go on. I understand that some things don't need to be written to know that they happened, but I felt that WE DESPERATELY NEEDED a scene between Grace and Jesse after the Silent City scene. I didn't have the same opinions as some readers about Jesse's reaction to Grace revealing what she did, but this doesn't mean that the development of their relationship didn't leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Especially because who follows my blog knows how I'm particularly attached to Jesse as a character. I don't hide you that these weeks after Chot came out and lately as well, I was so depressed to read about Jesse criticism because of this. How this whole thing was handled broke my heart because on one side I'm happy of how so many things turned out in this book, but on the other side, there is this bitter taste in my mouth that some days doesn't make me sleep well. It sounds utterly silly but that's the extent of how much hope and expectation I put in this book and how some of it was shattered to pieces.

So while I loved to see him with Lucie and the Herondales, I also needed closure on his family's side. TLH showed us a lot of brother and sister relationships but CC did Grace and Jesse dirty. It was like she really wanted to punish Grace to the very end, even though some people did worse in the past. It reminds me of the treatment she gave Jessamine in TID, but thank God she didn't kill her. It would've been anti-climatic. What "consoles" me (consolation is a big word) is that at least we see that they still have a relationship at the end because we're shown that through little gestures like them doing stuff like him helping her with the game or Jesse touching her shoulder etc. I hate that we're left to believe that everything is fine between them, while I wanted to see them actually talk about what they went through and even have a good cry together.

And I also wanted to see them with the Lightwoods, of course! I craved for moments with Gabrily or Sophideon, where uncles and aunts meet them properly for the first time in years. We're often told that the Lightwoods wanted to meet Jesse and wanted to offer Grace a place to stay after Tatiana was arrested, but then it was never actually mentioned again, not even once. This is something else I'm going to write about in the future because I just need Lightwood moments with Grace and Jesse.

[wrestlezon]

aew dynamite 11/23/22 liveblog containment zone

finally watched the dynamite from wednesday. now i can look at my dashboard again

in the ring with william regal

why u side with mjf my man... it keeps sounding like regal is calling him "mr freeman" which is immensely distracting to the rest of my brain maxwell friedman, in the flesh. or rather, with the championship belt oh its moxley time danielson coming out to defend regal please dont hurt him mox. hes got glass bones and paper skin SLAPPING HIM??????? LMFAOOO DANIELSON "IM SORRY IM SORRY I HIT U" (NOT) why are they gaslight gatekeep girlbossing moxley right now this is just reminding me of slap's hannibal au fic just kill them all, moxley!!! wow. moxley telling him to just walk away

backstage with keith lee

how u doin bud LMAO SWERVE'S HERE WHAT???????????? COVERING THE CAMERA MAKE UP SEX so bomb gets even keith lee to reconsider

orange cassidy vs jake hager

him and his stupid fucking hat oh rocky is here too! best vice. roppongi friends. taking his glasses??? hager's outfit just becoming a collection of items he's taken from other wrestlers he got nothing else going on. lack of personality PUT THE HAT ON orange is getting the crowd hype for him to put the hat on. love it the hat gets put on hager all wrestling needs to be like this so i dont need to settle with watching a match with hager in it commentary is being really good but i cant focus on them because im watching the match excaliburs response to "do you have a favorite article of clothing" was funny tho lmfao matt and angelo parker yelling at orange in stereo. 2point0 negging hours orange cassidy trust fall OH MY GOD HIS FLIP OFF THE APRON orange wins

oh chuck has cute shoes the factory is here!!! yaayyyyyy rematch with them i wouldnt mind watching best friends vs the factory over and over again lmao mic broke DARKNESS… is it danhausen aga-- HOUSE OF BLACK! im glad theyre back! im also glad malakai black is back!! look at julia hart looking stylish as hell in the fog and red. what an intro oh no if the best friends fight the house of black theyre gonna lose for sure. they would not do the house of black a disservice by having them lose to the best friends in any capacity please do not have them feud. thank u

video promo with jungle boy

is jungle boy's new gimmick going to be him covered in crusted blood from full gear im glad jungle boy got a W

ethan page vs ricky starks

the eliminator tournament! who is going on to fight mjf? ethan page :)c i know people hate on ethan page for getting a push but theyre wrong. he's very charismatic and cute and i like to hear him promo and also watch him wrestle. ricky starks……….. surely people have already made transmasc swag comments about this already ethan page is sooooo cute whoa stokley pulled ethan page and himself out of the way of a moving car (ricky starks' dive out of the ring) oooo EJECTED FROM DA MATCH for his INTERFERENCE whoa that superplex looked impromptu hmm who is going to win this match. i think they should throw ricky a bone but also ethan page has history with mjf which could work with the narrative did he just rip off his tit armor whoa! ethan page tossing him so high into the air three spears! my favorite mov-- OH! ricky won!!!

backstage video promo with wardlow

oh yeah i forgot he lost his title wardlow: i dont know how i lost my title. so i looked at the footage. and i see that i was knocked unconscious by samoe joe.

backstage with jade cargill

lmao what the. why is there a bow wow altercation here oh yeah i forgot jade won back her belt. i forgot because i was mad at this result whoa. kiera hogan officially fired by jade and mark sterling for not being a bad enough bitch

death triangle vs the elite

jeez 7 matches in a row look if there is one group that can do 7 rematches and make it interesting? its these six whoa they did wayward son again getting the big boos. i know theyre heels but dang wait the cm punk chants reminded me of all out. and theyre in chicago. that checks out sorry every day i try to erase the memory because it makes me SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cm punk!!! (wailing sobbing emojis) death triangle has the sickest intro ohhhh thats cute! penta giving football man a football helmet styled lucha mask… aww whoa what is up with pac oh broken nose. ok. i didnt see because i was too busy looking at pac and the football guy rey fenix stopping kenny's chargeup run move. and then sick flip wow fuck cm punk chants now? i mean yeah i too felt parasocially betrayed by cm punk leaving wrestling a second time. i feel you chicago colt cabana chants??? don't go where i can't follow, chicago crowd. im trying to order lunch and watch this match at the same time and doing neither properly. ok im good now lmao fucking up the buckshot lariat??? on purpose at that? the shade BITING???????? HELLO LMAO what a heel move, directly to me and also the audience taking his protective mask off!! lmao it getting caught in his spaghetti string hair oh no, pac's poor vulnerable nose!!! LMAO GTS???????????? ok guys come on youre laying it on so thick i like the elite but you cant keep reminding me of my broken heart 😭 youre hurting me. i know youre heels but this is too much!!! waahhhhhh matt jackson what the fuck are you doing with that hammer freak! weirdo!!!

renee paquette with an annoucement

whats up oh they're officially world championing the title. this makes sense. its been so long that i forgot it was an interim title poor toni storm tho. unless they retroactively apply it to her reign? but it really doesnt sound like they are doing that

anna jay + tay melo vs britt baker + jamie hayter vs willow nightingale + skye blue

oh wow tayjay got their own theme! nice they have matching outfits… i guess white black gold isnt totally unique a color combo but still i got distracted. im so sorry women i dont think willow is gonna win (cry) so why be invested in this match i say that and skye blue starts doing cool kicks and cazadora moves omg yes queen prove me wrong nooooo eats the pin immediately WHY DID I GET INVESTED JUST THEN the interim thing is too bad but i do think its interesting that now that the second its not a temp title britt baker goes OWO?

backstage with renee paquette and top flight and FTR

ohhh theyre fighting for the ROH tag titles on friday. cute. a nice honorable fightmatch

the acclaimed come out to the ring

pretty good rap this time boys i wonder if theyre gonna start up the next feud for them. who is gonna tussle with the acclaimed? unfortunately i think the best friends are kinda busy so there goes my hopes and dreams NOOOOO NOT LETHAL'S SQUAD LMAOOOOOOOO were they chanting "cm punk" or "jarrett sucks" i couldnt tell ok we have to pause and rewind and slowmo a bit there when max caster was scissor because he handed something to a lady in the front row and we think he literally just handed someone a hotel keycard LMAO??? PICKUP MOVES?? AT THE SHOW?????? ON CAMERA?????????????????? it looked a little bit too thick to be a business card… insane behavior if true

jericho vs ishii

my friends really didnt want to watch this match but i managed to convince them to at least let me fast forward to a random part of the match and they were immediately curious about why jericho is bleeding from the chest so: mission accomplished face slap fight taz apologizing and excalibur being like "tony khan scold you in your ear lol?" i love the aew commentary chop fight ah heres the chest bleedy. kind of a goofy blade job but ok this match is just making me think about the eddie vs ishii match that was on the… forbidden door zero hour? it was on one of the ppv zero hours and guess what: that match ruled this match is ok i guess. its living in the shadow of a superior eddie vs ishii match maybe jericho shouldve bladed later omg ishii covered in lil blood splatters. crazy ok jericho is getting too beat up for too long so hes probably going to end up winning this match which is lame and cringe whoa that apron move trading suplexes wait i forgot this is a title match. of course hes gonna win ok excalibur that was not a 2.99 ad infinitum come on flip him off. final act of resistance IAN RICCABONI LOOK OUT!! RUN!!! why does he just sit there and wait to get beaten up every time claudio 2 da rescue

[summersareknives]

your fic recs have been absolutely superior so ty. my turn! engraved upon my heart (in letters deeply worn) by inkpot_winters - jegulus little women au. need i say more. (also bc little women was in your top books)

taylor time! sad beautiful tragic, the moment i knew, and the way i loved you! ( i keep thinking im repeating ones ive already said so if i give u one i already said just ignore it LOL)

chat time!

drarry being a guilty pleasure is so real. like drarry and jegulus is same ship different font so u cant go wrong.

and being used as a personal grammarly by friends? SO real. my best friend cant spell for shit and ive been her dictionary and autocorrect since we kids.

okay but red converse is so james of you. i have red converse as well (i think i wore nothing but my red converse for an entire year when i was 16) but i like to change it up with my green or black converse too (i drew stars and moons all over the rubber part on my black ones because. i have to make everything in my life about wolfstar obviously)

GREEK MYTHOLOGY KIDS UNITE! this makes me so happy. truly a superior breed. i guess my obsession just bled into my academic career and here i am LOL. and dont worry, caecilius est in horto is a joke here too (at least it was in my intro to latin class, i feel like the average canadian would be lost)

love that u want to save lives. thats so cool of u. my best friend is a nursing student and shes the most badass person ive ever met so maybe its a prerequisite to be cool if u save lives.

(also wanting to be an agent after watching a spy movie is SO REAL like i swear my divine purpose becomes being a cool ass kicking agent, until reality dawns on me and i remember im just. a random person)

your top books list is so good. i love little women SM & ive heard so many good things about if we were villains (i really need to get on reading that)

also JUMANJI i love that movie. so good. and the hunger games movies ofc just classics at this point. and help the woman calling herself the kim k of businesswomen in the apprentice is so funny some people say the funniest things.

id love to visit new york too. concrete jungle where dreams are made of, obviously. the big gulp cup. god i want one too. (we have them in canada but i think ours are way smaller?)

your jewelry sounds so cool. i love the hp pandora bracelet thats so cool & rings! i love rings sm i cannot leave the house without them.

pop tarts & chinese takeout is such a good combination. perfect comfort food fr.

and a fellow cat person! i like dogs but i love cats sm. i have 3 and theyre my most favourite little creatures on the planet.

an INFJ! very remus of u. (at least i think hes an INFJ? idk i saw a tiktok about it lol) im an INTJ so im living up to my reg kinnie status.

stars is such a good choice. i will always be a star person too (and hello? im an ex-astronomy student too thats so funny). theyre just so pretty and i swear i could stare at them for hours.

christmas is my fav holiday too!! ive actually always wanted to visit london at christmas time it sounds so nice. do you get much snow during the winter? we dont get much snow here so honestly anywhere that gets snow at christmas sounds great to me.

I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW WHY I THOUGHT JAMES OPENED THE DOOR??? i think i read some dumb thing somewhere where he opened the door wearing a lightning mcqueen costume and it really stuck with me😭 i guess i decided that was canon to me LOL

question answer time!

fav rarepair - oh god i dont even know. i tend to always enjoy the more popular ships. although i did read a fake dating fic where james and evan fake dated to make barty and reg jealous, and ofc barty and reg fake dated to make james and evan jealous. (a star for a summer's day by moony_reggie if u wanna check it out!) so ill say james x evan. they had more chemistry together than i would've expected.

fuck marry kill james sirius remus - GOd. i cant even answer that question thats like the hardest thing anyone has ever asked me. uhmmm ill fuck them all, and then marry them all. if i had to kill someone itd be myself because i cannot be responsible for any of their deaths THEYVE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!!

place i wanna visit - id love to visit new zealand. im a HUGE lord of the rings fan and they filmed the movies there so id die if i ever got the chance to visit. ive actually always wanted to visit london too (and a lot of the UK in general, especially wales and scotland) as well as italy & greece! i visited both on a school trip a few years ago and it was a dream come true but id love to go back.

fav book/book series - another brutal question but ill try:

picture of dorian gray

song of achilles

percy jackson series

shadowhunter chronicles (yes its the incest series NO THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY SIBLINGS I SWEAR! we dont talk about it.)

mara dyer series by michelle hodkin (underrated and so good)

hp series ofc

hunger games ALWAYS.

six of crows duology my beloved <3

most embarrassing thing ive ever done - oh man. okay lets see. when i was in 10th grade i had to take a spanish oral final at the end of the school year but i am an ANXIOUS woman and did not wanna do that so i skipped my spanish class until the end of the year. my best friend was in my class and my teacher kept asking her where i was until one day she told my teacher i had CHLAMYDIA and thats why i was gone. i guess her excuse worked because the teacher never asked again. the next year any time i saw that teacher in the hall she gave me a funny look but . i guess mission success? i never did have to take that final so. LOL

favourite thing i own - i have a set of lightsabers (yes im a star wars nerd (derogatory)) but also i have the ring from the lord of the rings! my precious truly.

if my life was a movie - i truly dont think my life is interesting enough to have an exciting title. i think the best i can come up with is "the underwhelming adventures of a crazy cat lady and her books". and thats just like abysmal so.

YOUR TURN!

do u have any pets?

fav fanfic trope?

do u have any weird talents?

whats your gas station order?

fav flower/plant?

fav planet?

and simply because now i have to know, most embarrassing thing youve ever done?

fav instrument sound? (like what sounds most pleasing to your ear)

and thats all! i eagerly await your responses and in the meantime ill be over here doing a little dance.🕺

-bee

bee hello hello hello 👋 i missed u <333

jegulus little women au ??? on god , sign me up for this right the fuck now. (& little women is genuinely so good. amylaurie truther 5ever>>>>)

(fic rec for u - no bright line by lady_grey - w/ sirius being an actor, remus being a historian & lily being the filmaker & matchmaker who fixes them up. james and harry are just there for the vibes honestly.)

tay tay -

sad beautiful tragic - JEGULUS - ‘long handwritten note’ - HELLO???? mr rab with the locket?? ‘kiss me try to fix it’ james trying to tell regulus to come and come that he’ll save reg , but reg already knowing he’s beyond repair. ‘for the life of us we can’t get back’ WHAT WHAT. they should’ve been happy your honour. ‘we both wake up in lonely beds in different cities’ the different places they wake up in especially during the summer holidays. ‘beautiful magic love there. what a sad beautiful tragic love affair.’ THEM THEM THEM THEY HAD SOMETHING SO SPECIAL AND THEY WERE SO TRAGIC.

the moment I knew- BLACK BROTHERS- i had to think about this one because I didn’t think anyone of my ships would betray each other like in this song. just not turn up or anything. BUT OF COURSE ! black brothers angst. i can just imagine sirius being like ‘bro i’m coming to your party bro’ & reg waiting but he doesn’t come because he’s getting smashed with the marauders. AHHHHH OH MY GOD NOW I’M ALL HURT. ‘your close friends seem to know when there’s something wrong’ - James being all ‘sup reg what up with u dude u seem a little depresso.’ i can just feel this song. very them .

the way i loved you - JEGULUS - i love this in the context of that jegulus had to break up and bartylus begins but then reg keeps thinking of james , like to me ‘frustrating intoxicating complicated’ is something reg would SO use to describe james. (ps - i’ve heard people use this for remus-grant in which it’s remus singing the song about sirius which i also agree with!)

now chatting time-

drarry ! i love them so much ! ‘harry had never been less interested in quidditch, he was rapidly become more and more obsessed with draco malfoy’ like BRO . i know what you are. ‘the boy who lived’ more like the ‘bi who lived’

and the personal dictionary thing is so real , isn’t it? it’s always like ‘ess check this’ ‘ess is there an a in definite’ ‘ess why is there a red line under this word’ .

and yes i agree red converse is very very james of me ! i love them so much they’re very dear to me. and green and black converse ??? very slytherin of you (i think the stars are so real of you #wolfstar5ever) i actually have a pair of stars converse !! on the little flap thingy , there is a little moon stitched on as well! when i saw them i was like ‘ i must own these’.

AND YES GREEK MYTHOLOGY FOREVER !!!! WE ARE THE BEST !!! the trojan horse was my obsession as a kid lmfao. i love that you took it to the next step though i could never do latin for so long ! (and i’m glad caecilius est in horto carries everywhere. it’s a staple of latin classes honestly.)

AND YESSSS saving lives is for cool people only ? are u a loser ? do you want to save lives ? if yes then u are no longer a loser ! (and nurses are definitely badass good on your best friend for opting for that)

(after the movies end i always be in the toilets staring into the mirror having an existential crisis like ‘well i’m gonna be in the mi6 now better get to training’ then the toilet flushes behind me and i get back to reality.)

little women ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (the 2019 movie >>>) ( and yes you must read iwwv that book changed my brain chemistry forever)

AND JUMANJI JUST SLAPS SO HARD HONESTLY!!! kevin and the rock together >>> . AND THIS YEAR’S APPRENTICE is on crack fr. if you watch it , you’ll notice there’s one guy who looks exactly like the hyde , honestly. and lord sugar saying ‘i hear you own a pest control business. any tips on how to get rid of piers morgan’ LIKE BRO YOU WENT HARD.

yes new york oh my god new york seems like the place that would make or break u. (not to mention that americans are a bit of a novelty here . like the candies , the cheetos the accents >>>) AND THE AMERICAN BIG GULP IS LIKE HUMONGOUS. HUGE . I must try it. (you have them in canada ??? that’s so cool)

RINGS ARE SO COOL. makes me feel all mysterious n shit , but i do too much lab work to handle wearing them all the time.

pop tarts & chinese takeout are simply superior. i don’t make the rules??

YOU HAVE CATS ??? I DON’T (yet. i plan on getting a black cat with green eyes. but a black cat) THAT’S SO SWEET AND AWESOME AND COOL AHHHHH. cats are so adorable honestly. (what are the kitties names ? i must know them and shower them with love from me !)

and yes INFJ !!! i love chocolate , but unfortunately i am not a werewolf so not totally remus. INTJ?? you little reg kinnie i see you there.

stars honestly i love them. light pollution is just so damning in london though. (and what??? that’s such a freaky coincidence oh my god !!!)

AND YES CHRISTMAS I LOVE CHRISTMAS !!! we did get snow last year but it melted pretty fast. We actually got frost a couple days ago , but not proper snow. i’m waiting for a real proper snow day again where the snow actually stays for ages. and lmfao you don’t get snow in canada ?? whenever i imagine canada i always think of three things - snow , maple syrup & mooses. it upsets me that not all of these things are everywhere in canada.

AND LMFAO NOT THE JAMES DOOR THING ??? it’s such a funny little thing because i see people bashing him for being dumb and opening the door and i’m like ‘guys.no’ (but he defo was wearing a costume.like that’s just the truth .)

your questions -

just enjoying the popular ships and not having a rarepair is so real of u. like yes i’m a basic bitch and i just want my jegulus + wolfstar. so what?? (and james & evan?? hmm never heard that before , i’m gonna have to check it out.) my rarepair is really really weird. brace yourself. it’s pansy x percy. i read one fic with them and i thought that was really cool so i think they’re sweet to read now and then! (the fic was the secretary by pacificrimbaud btw - recced by me but do read the tags for extra warnings ik not everyone likes that. it has wild child personal assistant pansy and rude controlling boss percy.)

not being to choose between them is so real . (me however ?? fuck james marry sirius kill remus. love u moonpie but mummy’s got a job to do.)

visiting places where movies got filmed is so surreal though isn’t it ?? and a lotr fan?? my mate’s one and she gave me the silmarillion to read for xmas . (it’s going to take me at least seven months to read because i read (1) page and got confused already.) AND VISIT LONDON YESSS !! very cool here usually , as long as you don’t bump into any roadmen. (I also want to go to italy and greece. Especially venice and athens >>>)

your fave books , i’m going through one by one

podg - isn’t ben barnes in the movie ?? so many edits i’ve seen of him with potd scenes , honestly i’ve got to read the book (& watch the movie of course , to sate my desire.)

‘name one hero who was happy’ & ‘ i am made of memories’ haunt me forever.

pjo is honestly so iconic. i’m waiting for the big old series to come out now.

IS THIS THE ONE BASED ON RON X GINNY FIC ?? like the one that goes ‘you’re my sister , my blood , i should want to protect you’ 😀😀😀 but i trust your judgement here bee!

never heard of this one. but i did just search it up , and the blurb is interesting so i’ve added it to my tbr !

hp did have my little year five self in a chokehold.

THE HUNGER GAMES OH MY LORD >>>>> peeta mellark and his baby bombs my god>>>

and soc ! i would read it except i have been spoiled for a certain chapter 40!

NOT YOU SKIPPING THE SPANISH CLASSES BECAUEE YOU DIDN’T WANT TO DO THE ORAL??? just say me llamo been and pass the exam 🤨🤨🤨🤨.now u got chlamydia too . and the teacher looking at you like ‘damn how she get chlamydia , this bitch be getting around.’

OMG LIGHTSABERS ??? i would so fight with them all the time that’s so so so awesome. (just looked up the lotr ring. it looks so elegant!)

ahhhh being a crazy cat lady >>>> (not abysmal cats beat people anyday.) my movie would be ‘drunk procrastinator’ because honestly i never do things on time and a little bit of sippy sip does release the stress sometimes. (the things i’ve done when under the influence will haunt me. my best friend has so much blackmail material on me .)

MY QUESTIONS —>

unfortunately not yet. but i do want to get a cat , so i’ll get on that asap.

when person a smells person b in amortentia , or when person a is given veritaserum and admits they like person b. i’m a sucker for that shit >>>

my weird talent is that i can eat an entire bowl of cereal in under ten seconds !! not useful at all , but it’s weird so yes , i consider it a talent !

i had to look up what a gas station was i got so confused. we call them petrol stations here so i was like ‘tf is a gas station’ BUT ANYWAYS! I don’t even have a car unfortunately, but my chauffeur (best friend) does and obviously i abuse the best friend privileges, and whenever he needs petrol i always get a pack of gum , a can of sprite (+ a diet coke for the driver man). (this is what you mean by gas station order , yes ? gas stations in canada don’t have restaurants in them right?)

favourite flower - poppies ! i adore poppies ! + lavender they’re so pretty // favourite plant - hyrdrangeas ! (they’re classified as shrubs so they count) very sweet and nice.

favourite planet - gonna be a real one and choose my gal pluto. she’s still a planet to me , okay???

i was at a funeral when i got a phone call . my phone was NOT on silent. and the worst part ? my ringtone was baby got back , so now the deceased’s family have a memory of ‘turn around stick it out even white boys got the shout , baby got back!’ in the middle of someone’s eulogy.

saxophone ! that shit RELAXING AS FUCK !

q’s for you to answer next time you come around -

what the fuck is putin (not the president)

unpopular opinion about the marauders

unpopular opinion in life

Dream car

do you watch the apprentice?

do you believe in soulmates ? (romantic or platonic?)

what’s your hidden talent?

Favourite villain ?

ever had your heart broken ?

ever broken a heart?

(bee you know the drill by now !! don’t be too long , I’ll miss you<333)

[dullahandyke]

Ok hi dgs trial 3 part 2

Megundal is constantly doing the 🤨 emoji its killing me....

AND HE SAID QUARE 😭😭 SOBBBB oh I feel like every time this man opens his mouth I'm going to take psychic damage because all I can hear is my father

Also I cant be having conversations in this antechamber all I can think of is the 'losing lawyer has to suck off their opponent' fic

EEJIT 😭 he sounds like he came from a roddy doyle book I read as a child

Ok actually itd b more expedient to just name every piece of Irish slang megundal says that makes me die so thatll be at the end of the post

I chose the 'ja you're guilty' option n ryuu autist... call a spade a spade he does indeed

Man 'the reaper of the old bailey' is such a cool concept but it sucks that the only thing I know abt bvz is 'racist' and 'sucks off ryuu after losing court cases'. Yeah that's right I've had mid-post character development. I've decided that the thing about losing lawyers blowing each other after trials is canon

Also I hate megundal's hat it annoys me. Couldnt he just have been short

The thing abt going into the trial knowing fuck all is fun tho. Very the lost turnabout

Also I do like the idea of 'I don't even know if the client is guilty or not, dont even know anything about the case, but everyone deserves a defense' too bad iirc that doesnt reach its logical conclusion of 'even people you know to be guilty are worth defending' given the whole combatative relationship between defense and prosecution these games have going on. And like obvi I get why its always the prosecution ceding the defense's arguments but it does get to feel a bit lopsided despite all the nattering abt working together to find the truth

OMG ITS JUROR 3 FROM TUMBLR POSTS WHO HATES THE POLICE AND RICH PEOPLE!!!! Its like meeting a celebrity....

Not bvz with the vampire cloak opening sprite 😭😭😭😭

Also. Bvz 🤝 saïx. Bigoted antagonists who turn good at the end of the story who have the same scar

'Is it not the British way to be chivalrous and kind and give opportunities to foreigners at expense to yourself' megundal you're Irish you cannot be serious. Istg this fucking accent will be the death of me I cannot imagine him as saying anything to that effect and entirely believing it even tho logically I know there were Irish 'I got mine' gobshites... (autism symptom bullet point that reads 'difficulty comprehending different perspectives' appears over my head)

Oh that's right the jury thing... this is awesome

Also regrettably I have to say that bvz is hot. If he was a woman and not racist? Awooga. However he has to get there first before I get him any leeway

Also I've just realised that 'zieks' is probs pronounced more like 'zeeks' than 'zikes'. Huh that's gonna be difficult to adjust to

Also I like juror 4.... typing :)

Also I wanna do voices reading out all the dialogue but that means I have to find like 8 distinct British voices. Bvz is a brummy now

. Why is it the Phoenix wright omnibus

Oh the stained glass eye things before the cross examination are really cool

See my main quibble rn is that the skylight is only clearly visible from one angle when sitting on top of the omnibus, so unless both were sitting together on the same bench for some reason despite seeming perfect strangers, both couldnt have seen it

'I dont like blades' 'then why do you have that katana' 'that's not a blade that's asougis soul' wahhh...

Bvz's wine makes an appearance... love his little scythe wine bottle

BOOO DONT COMMENT ON THE DISPOSITION OF WOMEN FROM THE EAST AGAIN OR I KILL U DEAD !!!

Also I continue to enjoy ryuu's eyeliner

love ryuu pushing up his armband after leaving his sweaty sprite... nice little detail

Omg ryuu pacing once he puts this together ... yesss walk little gayboy

Why did they give juror 3 a sprite where hes licking the knife. Dont like that

Oh boo bvz took off his cloak... he looks less cool now

Omg perjury is a thing in this game you love to see it

Also can we get beppo a blanket or something

Halp me 'could he have just happened to see the exact moment the crime was committed? Some days are just like that'... ryuu pls tell us abt yr day to day

Fairplay keeps eating his cane... boy get some chewlery

I do like that juror 3 getting his knife stuck in the bench is worked into the dialogue. Even the people reading the transcript know that you're shit at knife wielding

Omg ryuu drew the little diagram of the view from the omnibus? That's so cute... artist man

Love it when they object back and forth... fuck yes the girls are fighting

Also it mihjt jusr have been a while since I've aced my attorneys but I feel like the witnesses jn this game are a lot more deliberately deceitful and guilty of other crimes and it's awesome. Yes boy withhold information for malicious reasons

Omg Gina? Is it Gina time?

GINAAAAAAAA YES I SEE HER!!!!!! HIIIII HI GINA!!!!!!!

DONT JUST OUT GINA AS A PICKPOCKET U LITTLE FUCK! could've just said she was a beggar or something

Omg Gina dialogue and theme yayyyyy love her... I enjoy her slight :3 mouth

MEGUNDAL LIST

Also this cockney transliteration is awful

Small detail but I love how Gina is introduce as 15 but the court record says shes 17. Yes girl lie about your age for fun and profit

BVZ LEGSLAM!!

Also 'iron-heeled Wellington' please dear God tell me this man is not wearing metal wellies

Omg the evidence suddenly changing midtrial....yessss that's so awesome

Accidentally pressed twice on one of Gina's statements and only the second time does megundal have anything to say on it.... huh

OPEN AND FAIR COMPETITION IS WHAT A CAPITALIST SOCIETY IS ALL ABOUTTHHWNWJWJAKWQJNQAKKA

Arrived at the first thing that's proper stumped me :( accusing fairplay and furst... girl what do u present I dont wanna have to turn on story mode

Ok I had to look up a walkthru before I realised u had to examine the skylight from the interior... eye see

RYUU TURNING THE LEARNED FRIEND NAME ON BVZ YES GET HIM

Oh this music as we close the trial and ryuu fruitlessly objects is banging

Also as much as hes a lying rich cunt I do like megundal I think his influence over the trial is rlly interesting

WEVE UPGRADED TO FIREWORKS UPON A NOT GUILTYY???? THAT CANT BE OSHA APPROVED (osha does not exist yet)

'Gina really does take forever to load that gun' I AAS THINKING THR SAMS THING.... ryuu you're a man of the people

IRIIIIIIIIIIIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS SHES HEEEEERE IRIS IRIS IRIS! AW HER THEME IS SO CUTE

HELP ME SUSATO HAS A PLEADING EMOJI SPRITE???? NDNSKWKQOQ I HAD NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE

GREGSON SPOTTED

Also the burning carriage... eyes emojiiiii that was cool... magundal you daft cunt

That was a fun case and rlly interesting.... it's taking a while to get the pieces together for the status quo but they're keeping things interesting while they set it up so I dont mind as much

I'll try for the fourth case tomorrow but according to the longplay I've been basing my guesstimates off of, it's long as shit and I have a 2 hour driving lesson in the middle of the day... might try wake super early or something and get done the first section and then marathon it noon til night. The last trial is for sure gonna take me two days, rlly hope mam's fine with taking me back to the city on Sunday instead of Saturday

Chancer

Blackguard (still fucks me to know its spelt like that and not blaggard)

Begorrah

Ara

Be whist

Afore

[euphoricfilter]

I would never have guessed that you consider Smut as one of your weaker points, bc for me it was really good while I was reading it, means that once you are more confident about it, Babe you'll kill it.

YES blowjobs are better when you are reading them than seeing them, but for me it applies to majority of things in sex lol. The pegging HAHA sorry it's something I have seen its usual on pet play.

But after reading that I'm excited to see you experiment with those new themes you talk about. The request sounds interesting Lmao, take your time tho, wouldn't want you to stress because of it. Gonna be stalking your page until then.

Also the title is perfect haha <3

i’m gonna cry, thank you 😭

writing in itself is still relatively new for me so there are definitely areas i can improve on. i ‘started’ this blog at the end of january this year (i’d had it for a while i just never uploaded) with DTIK and i literally uploaded the first chapter like a week after i wrote it and that’s where it all started and my experience is like the last 10 months. i had written in the past when i was like 13-14 but it will never see the light of day, it was very much the unrealistic, mafia bangtan but i was convinced to write an empowered woman that didn’t need men, which they don’t, but my writing was so crusty i can’t read it now without giggling. i have 60 something drafts of wattpad 😭 of crusty old fics.

i think the first time i wrote smut was 4 months ago? maybe? it could be 5, i know i was still in china at the time because i remember i’d said i wanted to add smut to the last chapter of TBAH but then i was like yeah idk how to write this in part 9 and then an anon was like “i think it’s time they fucked” and i was like yeah you’re probably right. and i remember sitting there thinking what the hell am i supposed to say, this is kinda awkward and i was stupid and thought an ot7 fic would be a good place to start. writing smut for 8 people is so freaking hard so i had to split it up into subunits 😭 and then i started writing “smut” in DTIK but they haven’t actually had sex yet so it doesn’t really count and then helping hands came along + rope bunny and that basically all my experience so i’m happy i seem to be good at it 😭

my skin crawls when a bj post comes up on my twitter, i scroll past them so quick THE NOISE I ACTUALLY HATE IT 😭 it’s so much better when you read it 😭 i’ve read some out-there smut, and i think ‘wait that’s kinda hot’ and then i think logically in real life what that would be like and i want to cry because it would be foul

don’t be sorry about the pegging 😋, it’s actually not something i’ve thought about putting in a fic before but also it reminds me of that rumor that prince william is into pegging so i can’t take it seriously

IM SO CLOSE TO FINEIHINF THE REQUEST. i’ve edited to main part, and it’s like 50/50 it’ll come out tonight if i could just hurry up and write the sexy lil smut scene but also i have ptsd from wattpad smut so i always try to make sure it’s nothing like that and there’s a decent amount of detail to fuel the reader’s imagination 😋

i always think about, what if someone stalks my page because recently i went through a few of my old posts and it’s kinda crusty ngl, the other day someone liked a post i made months and months and months ago that literally only had the tag of the au so only people that followed me at the time could see it and i was like oh someone liked that but they would have had to have scrolled so far down, i don’t post a shit ton on here but they would have been so deep into my page i wanted to cry because i can’t remember half the stuff i post and there’s definitely some dark stuff crawling in the depths of this blog but that au was cute so i’m glad they liked it 😭

while we’re on the topic of my writing weaknesses, titles. i’m so shit at naming my fics it’s awful 😭 i changed “open” like 3 times before it became that name because i cant name my fics for shit it’s so bad 😭

[queenangst]

fic writers: the harder your fic is to read, the less likely i’m going to read it.

[leviathanspain]

How about a funny/comedy moon knight fic 😅 like on a mission or a fight, marc is stressed with both reader and steven, reader is chaotic and vibes with steven and marc feels exasperated he have to take care two idiots haha, it's ok if you don't want to, thanks so much!

chaos in a nutshell

marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

synopsis: in a fight, marc never had to take care of anyone but himself, now he has two people to be responsible for.

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you landed awkwardly next to him, your weapons clattering on the cement next to you as you struggled to get a breath into your lungs. you heard marc groan next to you and you tried to look up but a stabbing pain had stopped you.

marc, hearing you in pain next to him, rolled to you and checked your breathing. he heard your shudder for a breath as your eyes found him.

“marc?” you rasped, and marc nodded, silently doing an injury check, at least what he could do.

he heard steven in his head, i killed her now, didn’t i?!

no, you didn’t. she just spoke. marc echoed back.

“i think you broke a rib.” marc finally revealed, and suddenly, you found it harder to breath. “oh.” you panted and marc nodded, “come on. we can go home and get you patched up.”

no hospitals, you had once told marc. you were a fugitive, hospitals were like basically turning yourself into the police.

you must’ve blacked out on the way home because you found yourself wrapped up in a blanket, and you could hear the rustling of a bandage against the blanket as you tried to move. you felt hands shove you back down, “don’t move.” you heard marc harshly speak, a bag of chips in his lap as he held a book in his hand.

you sighed, and looked up at him, “what kind of chips are those?” your head was near his waist and you could see the bag from your peripheral vision.

“doritos.” marc replied, flipping the page of the book.

your stomach rumbled, “give me one.” you opened your mouth, “put it in.”

marc smirked, “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done those two things at once.”

you rolled your eyes, “whatever.”

he set the chip in your mouth and you munched with glee, despite the pain in your side.

“why are you reading? im also throughly surprised you even can.” you poked fun and began to laugh until marc slammed the book shut.

you stopped and marc peered over at you, “listen to me- you need to fucking knock it off.” marc spoke sternly and you shrunk back into the blanket.

“it’s bad enough that i have to deal with steven and that weird suit he changed into- you coming on this mission with me was a bad idea.” he shook his head and you tried to get up from the blanket,

“marc! no it wasn’t! it was fun! i had a good time, got to finally dust off my bones and get some fighting action.” you protested and marc shook his head, “it’s not fun when i’m reading some old ass medical book about how to treat your broken rib. don’t make me do that again. okay?” he sounded worried at the end and that made you rethink everything that had happened.

“you know, steven really outdid you in the suit department. you look like you’re going to make me join a blood sacrifice ritual and steven looks like he’s going to sell me suitcases.” you chuckled, and marc rolled his eyes.

she’s bloody hilarious, steven remarked, and marc just grumbled at the truth. you were funny.

you were sitting in the passenger seat as marc was driving from the shooters. he held a gun in his hand as he drove manically through the streets, you were aiming at the shooters as well, holding marc down as you shot, hitting the tires of the car they were driving, and then shooting at the driver. you stumbled back into the seat and you shook your head, “should’ve let me drive. you have better aim-“ you grunted as you reloaded your gun. marc shook his head, laughing bitterly, “you cant ever be happy with what i give you? or even the fact that i let you on this mission-“ marc was cut off by the mob of people that crossed in the middle of the streets. you yelped as you were flung from your seat through the windshield.

marc yelled as you fell, watching your body hit the pavement with a thud. you groaned, laughing. you recovered quickly, watching him step out of the truck and begin to run after you.

“oh my god-“ marc spoke, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise as you heard the shift of the accent, and you watched marc’s arrogant stance go to a shoulder slump.

you spat blood from the cut on your lip and shrugged, “happens a lot. probably why marc hates to take me out,” you mocked marc, “dangerous!”

she’s right, look at her, she’s going to bruise like a grape. marc echoed in stevens head, let me have control, they could still be out there!

you peered at the gathering crowd of civilians, watching and gasping at the state of you and the truck. you looked at steven, “now would be a good time to yknow, fling us out of here?“ marc usually picked you up and threw you onto the rooftop of the nearest building. it wasn’t his favorite method but when you compared yourself to a flying squirrel, he decided to stop arguing and just do as you asked.

steven squeezed his eyes shut, grunting slightly as he tried to summon the suit. you looked at him and stepped closer, the crowd making you anxious, “yknow, marc usually doesn’t look like he’s constipated when he does that-“ you joked, trying to lighten the mood as your adrenaline was still coursing through your body, and time was ticking.

just do it! marc echoed.

steven’s suit encased his body and steven looked at you for approval.

you nodded, “good enough. suitcase man.” you stepped in front of steven and set his hands on your waist, “now- aim!”

next thing you knew, you were blacked out on the top of a laundromat building with a broken rib.

now, marc had moved your head to his lap and began to stroke the planes of your face. you shuddered are his touch, feeling content with the affection.

“i love you.” you rasped, watching as marc’s eyes flickered from the televison playing softly, towards you. his lip corners picked up slightly, “you’re only saying that because i patched you up. and you don’t want me to yell at you for goofing around with steven..” he pointed out.

you sighed, “okay but say it back. otherwise no stick and poke for a month.” you warned.

marc chuckled, “that’s what you’re calling sex now?” he booped your nose and you laughed, “how about a week?” you asked, marc shook his head.

“you’ll end up in a worse state than you are now if you let me fuck you with a broken rib. but i love you, for even trying.” he kissed your forehead and you smiled gleefully.

your smile fell as you suddenly remembered steven, who was probably living in the guilt of almost killing you.

“is steven okay? does he know it’s not his fault?” you asked and marc nodded, “he’s stopped crying so i’m going to assume he’s fine. and are you sure he’s the one who broke your rib?” he asked and you shrugged, still trapped in the blanket cocoon.

“could’ve been you and your amazing driving skills but do you really wanna take that hit?” you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, “no ma’am.”

you sneered, “yeah that’s what i thought, spector.” laughing quietly.

and yes, laughing did hurt you but with marc, you couldn’t hold it back.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

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Prompts:May I request a "[number] of times Patton took care of the others and one time they took care of him" formatted hurt/comfort? Could be canonverse, kidfic, etc... bonus points if "the others" includes Thomas with some call backs to I think it was "growing up" where Roman, Logan, and Virgil talk about Patton's contributions. I kinda feel like Patton's getting put down because of the recent stuff, ya know? oof. - anon

*crashes through the wall like the kool-aid man* Heya! Uh so I was wondering if you could maybe do a sanders sides fic where Logan when distressed just latches onto an object and refuses to let people take it from him? Like water bottle? Yeah that’s not leaving. Or maybe a jacket that is not not being taken off no matter what. Something along those lines. Cause I do that and i feel like It’s a very Logan thing to just become obsessed with an object because if that’s there then he’s there and if it doesn’t change then it means reality is okay. Idk if any of this made sense but alas. -Nex

Soooooo question- hope this is a good idea- but like Logan is words, right? So like crazy thought but imagine how frustrating it would be if Logan went mute- if he gets so stressed and so upset that his voice just goes out, and he can't speak a word. And it kills him, cause he's so loud in his head, no one is listening, and he can't speak a single word. And eventually the group or someone notices and its a scramble to help cause Logan's mute and sad and he really wishes he could ask for help - anon

Oh gosh prompt (Feel free to ignore this if you arent taking them!) *Virgil, About the others saying they love him* "I guess... Its nice to know that they think they feel that way" Someone please give this emo a hug. Maybe he feels like he's unloveable because he hurt the dark sides by leaving them, and that because he hurt them, they dont care about him, so the light sides cant either?? Spoiler, they all (Dark and light) do very much care. Have a wonderful day!! - anon

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Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety attacks, food issues

Pairings: DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic, don't care

Word Count: 3467

Living is not easy, life is not simple.

Sometimes it's enough to...ease the ache.

Patton catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye and pauses. He carefully sets the bread on the counter and moves back to the fridge, careful to keep his back turned.

“I’m just about to make some sandwiches,” he says conversationally, “would you like one?”

No verbal response, but there is another scuffle just to his left.

“Good. Have you eaten much today, kiddo?”

Silence.

“No? That’s okay, I haven’t had a proper breakfast either. We’ll each do two sandwiches, then, how does that sound?”

A pause, and then another shuffle.

“Sounds good.”

Patton turns to the fridge, carefully pulling out the ingredients he remembers. Each time, as he sets one on the counter, he pauses, waiting to hear the soft shuffle of approval before moving on to the next.

When he turns, he keeps his gaze on the ingredients and his hands. He makes the sandwiches in plain view of the kitchen, each step exposed and obvious so there won’t be any surprises when the sandwich is bitten into. Every so often he’ll catch sight of a blur moving back and forth or hear the creak of the floor in front of him. He doesn’t look up. He never looks up. As he gets closer to finishing, he sees a shadow cover the counter closest to him.

“I’m almost done, kiddo,” he promises softly, “you can take this back to your room to eat if it makes you feel better, that’s okay.”

A softer shuffle. Not quite acceptance, but curiosity.

“I mean it.” Patton turns his back on the finished sandwich. “As long as you’re eating something, kiddo, I don’t mind where. It’s just important to me that you eat.”

A pause, then a slow scrape of ceramic as someone picks up the plate.

Patton smiles, relief pushing at the bubble in his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. You come back down when you want another one, okay?”

Another shuffle and the small pop that comes with sinking out. Patton can’t help turning around, though, just after he hears it, to smile at a now-empty kitchen. He sighs, bracing his hands on the counter.

Coaxing Virgil to eat when he doesn’t want to or can’t seem to eat has never been easy. Thomas used to feel the urge to skip meals altogether because he was too anxious and even developing this system has been a slow work in progress.

But, when Patton’s back is turned eating and making his own second sandwich, when he turns around the plate is back, littered with crumbs.

He smiles.

Logan is rarely quiet.

Unlike most of the other Sides, Logan has a gift for eloquence. Not to say that the others don’t! Or that they can’t talk or speak as well as Logan can, but Logan seems to have this…connection with words, so to speak, where he can translate exactly what’s in his head into words and out to the rest of them. He doesn’t struggle for them the way the others do. Often he’s helped them find their own words so they can talk, he’s invaluable to most group discussions.

Which is why, in the middle of a heated argument one day, Patton glances over to see Logan utterly silent and knows something’s wrong.

His hands are clenched. His brow is furrowed and he’s staring off somewhere. His face looks like it’s been frozen; the expression is almost entirely blank and even though the Sides don’t need to breathe, it looks like Logan is forcing himself to hold his breath.

“Logan?” Patton tries to call across the room. “Logan, are you okay?”

No answer. The rest of them barely pause.

“Logan,” Patton tries again, “Logan.”

Still nothing.

“Hey! Everyone!”

“What is it, Patton,” Virgil grits out, “not a good time.”

“Yes, really, it would be best if we kept interruptions to a minimum.”

“Oh, you’d like that, would you?”

“Enough!”

Patton feels a slight pang when they flinch at his shout but he forces it down. In the quiet that ensues, he tries calling again, gentler.

“Logan? Logan, are you alright?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman and Janus’s heads flick around in shock, hears Virgil and Remus stifle curses as they take in poor Logan. Logan slowly raises his head to look at Patton. Then he slowly, slowly moves a hand to touch his throat.

“Shit,” Virgil says, not caring about his language, “L’s nonverbal. We fucked up.”

“Good, Logan,” Patton murmurs as Logan nods, “keep looking at me. Just stay here, okay? You just focus on me.”

“Where’s his water bottle,” Remus hisses to the others, “that’s his object, someone must’ve grabbed it.”

Janus sinks out and comes back with a silver water bottle in his hands. “Is it this one? Someone left it near the door to the Imagination this morning.”

Logan’s gaze snaps to the water bottle and a bit of the tension in his shoulders releases.

“Give it to him,” Patton murmurs, “then back up. Come over toward me and sit.”

Janus carefully makes the hand-off and they do as they’re told, each sitting on the ground as Logan closes his eyes and presses the water bottle against his mouth. Patton stays standing a little longer, watching Logan’s fingers tap out a rhythm against the bottle’s surface. Then he slowly sinks down with the rest of them, each pulling out something quiet to keep their focus.

He passes a coloring book to Roman, a novel to Janus. Remus has tape to redo the grip on his Morningstar, Virgil has his phone. Patton fiddles idly with the sleeves of his hoodie, keeping half of his gaze on Logan.

After a while, the taps slow, and he looks up to see Logan blink a few times and focus on them again.

“My apologies for the inconvenience,” he says softly.

“No need for any of that, sweetheart, you feel better?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Do you want touch?”

“Plea—oh!”

“Remus,” Roman scolds as his brother all but tackles their Logan, “be gentle.”

“Oops.”

“No, no, it’s…it’s quite alright.”

“Come on,” Virgil says, “if we don’t move now we won’t get anything.”

“Speak for yourself,” Janus calls, already bundling one of Logan’s hands into his lap.

Patton just chuckles.

Patton walks downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink and almost falls off the last one.

Remus is sitting there, Morningstar clutched tight, eyes staring intently at the wall. There is something intensely unsettling about seeing Remus be still.

After Patton’s recovered from almost falling off the stairs, he takes a deep breath and walks slowly into the room, turning and crouching by the bookshelf.

His fingers run slowly along the spines, squinting in the half-dark, before he feels the shudder of Remus’s gaze turning onto him. He takes a deep breath, knowing it’s just Remus making sure everything’s alright, and keeps looking.

There it is.

Patton stands, turning with the book in his hands where Remus can see it. He walks slowly to the couch under Remus’s gaze, making sure the blanket draped over the back is nice and soft as he sits down at the other end. He opens the book, the thin shafts of light from the window enough to see by.

The spine of the book creaks as Patton opens it.

“I am a bunny,” he reads softly, “my name is Nicholas. I live in a hollow tree.”

Remus shuffles closer.

“In the spring, I like to pick flowers.” Patton turns the page. “I chase the butterflies and the butterflies chase me.”

The Morningstar vanishes as Remus’s body starts to list from side to side, leaning over to look at the pictures. Patton opens one arm and Remus’s head flops into his lap. He cards his hand through his hair.

“In the summer,” he continues, tugging the blanket down over his shoulders, “I like to lie in the sun and watch the birds.”

He smooths the blanket over Remus’s side, tucking him in. Remus’s eyes blink lazily.

“And I like to watch the frogs in the pond.”

Patton smiles as Remus starts to relax. He runs his hand through Remus’s hair again, willing the nasty thought gremlins away so the poor kiddo can try and sleep.

“When it rains, I keep dry under a toadstool. I blow the dandelion seeds into the air.”

Remus’s eyes begin to drift closed. Patton lowers his voice.

“In the fall, I like to watch the leaves falling from the trees. I watch the animals getting ready for the winter.”

Remus’s head is warm and solid in Patton’s lap. He presses them both into the couch, safe and quiet and real. Patton strokes a thumb over Remus’s brow.

“And when winter comes,” he murmurs, “I watch the snow falling from the sky.”

Slowly, oh, so, slowly, he closes the book and sets it aside. He doesn’t need to read this last line as he bends down to press a kiss to Remus’s temple.

“Then I curl up in my hollow tree and I dream about spring.”

Sometimes Janus doesn’t come out of his room until late in the day, and when he does, he shuffles slowly from place to place, his gloves hidden beneath the shadows of his cloak. His head stays bowed, his words quiet, curling up in a sun-warmed chair and falling asleep.

Patton gently shakes him awake and asks if he needs help with his scales again.

Janus nods, letting Patton take his arm and slowly wink them out to Janus’s room. The others know about this, so they’re rarely disturbed and if they are, it’s only because it’s an absolute emergency.

“You go get everything off,” Patton murmurs, pushing Janus gently toward the corner of the bathroom with the changing screen, “I’ll start running the bath.”

Janus shuffles toward the screen as Patton sits on the edge of the tub and turns the tap on. He keeps one hand under the water, checking the temperature, as he reaches up and starts sorting through the oils and salts on Janus’s shelf.

The bottles twinkle and shine in the soft light of the bathroom as steam starts to billow up in the room. The ones he takes down are cool to the touch as he sets them on the side for Janus to consider. After a few moments, he hears a shuffling and glances over to see Janus bundled in a soft towel.

“These ones,” he murmurs, “right?”

Janus squints, crouching down and nodding. “Just a small dose, they go quite a long way.”

“Just a little?”

“Yes, that’s plenty.”

“You go ahead and get in, then,” Patton says, standing to put the bottles back, “I got these.”

He keeps his back turned as Janus slides into the bath, the water already beginning to bubble with the smell of lavender. Patton takes the shampoo and conditioner and a small footstool, perching behind Janus’s head. He places his hands gently on his shoulders to urge him down, wetting his hair.

“Tip your head forward, let me get the back too.”

“Mm.”

Patton works the shampoo in patiently, making sure he’s not hurting Janus as his hands card through his hair. He rinses it out just as carefully, lathering in the conditioner to soak before coming around to help with the scales on Janus’s face. He smiles when he sees Janus struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You can drift off if you want, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He cups the back of Janus’s head. “I won’t do anything that we haven’t talked about.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “I just…miss it when I fall asleep.”

Patton chuckles. “Tell you what. The conditioner’s got to soak for at least five minutes, why don’t I set a time and wake you up to wash it out?”

Janus hums.

“Sweet dreams, kiddo.”

There’s a knock on Patton’s door.

“Come in?”

The door opens slowly and he turns, letting out a noise of dismay when he sees Roman there, tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, standing up and opening his arms, “come here, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Roman makes a noise, still lingering by the door. Patton stands, hustling over to him and taking him in his arms, guiding him to the bed and sitting down, hands cupped around the prince’s cheeks and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Roman just shakes his head, lips pressed tightly together as more tears gather.

“Oh, shh, shh, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, gathering the poor thing into his arms again, “I’ve got you, you made it here, I’m so proud of you. Can you cry this out for me?”

A horrible hiccuping sob settles against the hollow of his throat and he closes his eyes.

“That’s it, sweetheart, I know it hurts…shh, shh, there you go, come on, now. We’ve got you, we’ve got you, you’re right here, with me, it’s okay.”

Roman’s fingers curl into his shirt and hold on for dear life. Patton rubs his back firmly and sets his chin on top of Roman’s head. He feels Roman nuzzle absentmindedly into the crook of his neck and hums, pulling Roman closer.

They’d had a bad day today. Thomas had gotten some feedback that made him incredibly upset and, well, they’d had to hold it together until they made it back home safely. Logan had been coming up with things they could do better. Virgil had been freaking out over how badly they’d messed up. Janus had been hissing insults under his breath at the person who gave them the feedback as Remus enthusiastically suggested ways to kill them.

And Roman…poor Roman had stood there, silent in the face of the criticism, absorbing each word as if he were in a fight, blow after blow raining down on him without once losing the stoic face. In the end, it had been him that suggested that Thomas go do something to help himself recover, something he enjoyed. Patton had retreated to his room, waiting.

And Roman had come to him.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, I’m so proud that you figured out how to ask for help,” he murmurs into Roman’s hair, “you did it, you did it, I’m here now, I’ll look after you, you can rest now.”

Roman’s sobs don’t stop for a while, but that’s alright. The poor thing’s had quite the workout today, he can rest and let go. Patton tilts his head to kiss Roman’s temple as he sags into the embrace.

“Shh, shh, that’s it,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweetheart.”

Slowly, he moves them to lie down, Roman’s head pillowed on his chest as he wraps his arms snugly around him. He strokes his back, cards fingers through his hair, whispers words of comfort and encouragement as the prince falls asleep.

+1.

Patton opens his eyes and blinks.

And blinks.

And blinks.

Static. Everything is fuzzy. The world doesn’t have much color in it today.

His limbs feel heavy. His hair feels greasy. His mouth tastes inside out. He blinks again and he can almost hear the grinding protest as he does.

Moving seems like too much today, so he won’t. He can just lie here. He floats.

There’s a soft knock on his door and it opens slowly, a blur of dark blue spilling into the room.

“Patton,” Logan’s soft voice calls, “Patton, are you alright?”

He spots Patton in the bed and makes his way over. He perches on the edge, a hand coming up to brush Patton’s greasy hair out of his eyes.

“Is it a bad brain day today?” Patton manages to nod and Logan’s expression gentles. “That’s alright, they happen. Have you been able to move at all today?”

“…no.”

“Don’t look worried, I’m not upset.” Logan brushes his face again. “Myself and the others got worried when we didn’t see you for breakfast, do you think you could come to get something to eat?”

Moving sounds like a challenge. But Logan is there, a gentle hand to steady him, and when they reach the bottom of the stairs, the others are there. Virgil shoots up from his chair to help, guiding Patton to the kitchen where Remus sets a plate carefully in front of him.

“Roman made it,” he says quietly, “I’m just bringing it to you while he gets ours.”

Sure enough, Roman and Janus emerge with other plates of food, each settling down around the table as they all start to eat. Conversation is quiet. Remus presses against him, warm and solid and real. Logan murmurs reminders to drink, to pause if he needs to. Virgil keeps a close eye on him until his food is finished.

“Come on, sweetie,” Janus murmurs as they start to clear the dishes, “let’s get you washed up. Do you think you can manage a bath if I help?”

Patton nods.

“Good, that’s good, sweetie. Come, now…I think we still have that bath bomb you wanted to try.”

The bath is warm against his clammy skin, the feeling of Janus’s hands in his hair the first thing that’s made him feel human all day. Janus murmurs something about relaxing but it’s too late, Patton’s already putty in the bath as two more hands carefully prop him up.

“Close your eyes if you like, sweetie, it’ll be alright.”

He understands a little more about what Janus means when he closes his eyes but doesn’t fall asleep; the rush of sensation is staggering. Especially when he’s been floating in a cloud of numbness for most of the day.

When Janus has rinsed the last of the shampoo and conditioner from his hair, he gives Patton’s shoulders a squeeze and asks if he wants to sit for a little longer or if he’s ready to get out. Patton mumbles, damp hair lolling against Janus’s shoulder as he chuckles and kisses his temple.

“Alright, sweetie.”

They stay like that for a little longer until Patton rouses. Janus clears everything away as Patton dries, putting on a new pair of pajamas that feel soft against his skin.

He’s deposited into Roman’s arms as Remus presses play on a nature documentary they’ve been wanting to see. As the soft narration starts to play, Roman leans down to murmur into his ear.

“You can fall asleep anytime you want, Padre, we got you.”

Patton dozes in the arms of his family with a smile on his face.

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