#i too would tail him if he were my stepdad

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airp2ds

read part one of airpods here!!!

wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "pretty girl", is called a "young lady" by their uncle-- it's meant to feel derogatory ofc, reader is wearing a skirt, reader dances at a strip club in stilettos) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- less of a bonkers scenario, but some really rich and fun plot development this time; funny & angst & fluff surprisingly-- stepcest obvi and we discuss it summary: after (y/n)'s little stunt a few days ago, their whole family gathers for an anything but peaceful dinner. rivalnewstepbrother!matthew has no interest in helping you out of this awful situation. or does he? yooooooo this only took 4 months to post, but it's perfect so hope you'll forgive me!! i TOLD you i'd do it eventually. and i did. missing organ and all. ilyyy thanks for bearing with me ੈ✩‧₊˚

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest and we don't ignore it, p-in-v penetrative sex, brief heavy petting/fingering, not entirely safe cum destination lmao, unprotected obviously (do what you want, be smart), reader is a dancer at a strip club and their family is appalled, swearing... this one made me feel again yay

you stick your fork in a potato and pop it in your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you stare at your plate. your entire extended family converses around you at the long, glass dining table, celebrating your new stepdad’s birthday with your mom’s locally famous honey ham and roasted potatoes. 

everyone’s having a goodman ball.

everyone except... you.

after suffering such a devastating defeat a couple nights ago, you’d been avoiding matthew like the plague. tail between your legs, you’d stood up from your stepbrother’s bed after he left you high and dry— sulking all the way back to your room.

you’d been avoiding matthew so diligently since then that this dinner was the first time you’d seen him since his fingers were inside you. he’s eating a little too well and talking to all of your family members, oozing respect and likability. 

you’ve never hated anyone more.

“now matthew,” you grandmother starts, reaching out her hand to him, “please tell us more about what you’ve been doing abroad. it all sounds so important from what your father’s mentioned!”

matthew smiles humbly. “i’ve been pursuing a career in performance in seoul! it’s really not all that important in the scheme of things, but it’s definitely been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.”

“don’t be too humble, matthew,” your stepdad calls from the head of the table. “he works tirelessly day and night to accomplish his goal! he’s such a great kid.”

“we’re so very proud. i never imagined having a child with such passion and drive!” your mom chimes in obliviously. her eyes widen when she realizes what she said and she clears her throat awkwardly. “i mean, a son, that is.”

you close your eyes, stabbing a roasted red potato and letting your fork clatter onto the fine china plate. 

“(y/n), how are you doing?” your uncle asks quickly. “have you found a better job yet?”

“i’m doing fine, thank you,” you answer through gritted teeth. “and i like my job. i’m not interested in finding one that society would categorize as better at this time.”

“but a young lady like you shouldn’t be—.”

“but what i am interested in finding a better version of,” you interrupt, picking up your glass of wine and downing the remaining contents, “is a family. one that doesn’t judge me or compare me to my new stepbrother— who, if i’m to judge from how you all indulge him, is jesus christ reincarnated! how divinely exciting!”

“(y/n),” your mother scolds, grabbing the empty wine glass out of your hand. “don’t be so cruel to your brother.”

“he’s not my brother,” you assert, snatching the wine glass back. in a flash, it slips from your fingers and shatters onto the dining room floor.

“you always do this,” your mother sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. she can’t even look at you. "you get so jealous when anyone is doing better than you are. i’m just so tired of your selfish immaturity.”

“perhaps it's time for you to get your own apartment and stop freeloading off of us,” your stepfather says with a sigh. “then you’ll find the motivation to stop working at that indecent bar and start making a proper living.”

your stomach flips at the threat. “i grew up in this house. you moved in a year ago after the mortgage was already paid off. doesn’t that make you as much of a fucking freeloader as i am?”

“(y/n), stop this right now,” your mom tries again to quiet you.

“you talk like that and you think you could ever be as well-liked as my son? the—”

“dad,” matthew says, trying to interrupt the rant that’s already begun. he should know by now it’s too late.

“—reason that no one here ever boasts about your accomplishments is because you have none. the reason no one ever praises how respectable you are is because it would be a lie. you—”

“dad,” matthew says again, louder this time but it still doesn’t reach the ears of the valentino-suited man turning red in the face.

“—are an ungrateful brat of an adult child that doesn’t even have enough vision for their life to stop working at a strip club.”

everyone at the dinner table gasps. so the truth has been set free: ‘bar’ had been the code word your ashamed mother and stepfather had been using in place of ‘strip club’ for the past year.

guess their resentment had finally outweighed their shame.

your gaze travels down the table, landing on matthew. he’s staring at his lap awkwardly.

“if you’ll excuse me,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving a big, facetious curtsy. “the whore will leave the table now.”

——

you slam your bedroom door behind you, storming over to your bed and picking up your favorite plushy— the one your dad had bought you for your high school graduation before he... it’s a baby fox, pink blush across his smiling face. usually the only aggression you feel towards him is that of cuteness, but suddenly you find yourself filled with rage.

how had you not noticed before just how much barnaby foxworth iii looks like your stupid fucking stepbrother!?

you turn around, hurling baby foxworth across your room with a scream. your eyes widen as the plushy lands in the hands of his human twin. you hadn’t heard him come in over the blood rushing in your ears. 

matthew looks at the plushy, brow furrowing as he studies it. “i feel like i’ve seen this face somewhere before.”

“get the fuck out of my room,” you growl, walking over to him and grabbing baby foxworth. you frown as matthew holds onto him, not letting you pry your own plushy from his hands. “let go of him! what the fuck is your problem!?”

“i distinctly remember you stealing something from me a couple days ago and making it quite the fucking challenge to get it back,” matthew argues, pulling a little harder. “besides, how much can you really want something that you just threw across the room?”

you continue a tug-o-war for your beloved baby fox until you hear a sudden ripping noise. matthew lets go instantly, fear splayed across his face. you take baby foxworth in your arms, finding the fabric tear at the base of his little neck.

“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “i really didn’t meant to—.”

“you’re sorry?” you repeat, jaw clenching as you step towards him. “sorry for what? sorry that you mamed barnaby foxworth iii? sorry that you barged into my room without knocking? sorry that i’ve made yet another mess out of a family celebration?”

“(y/n)…”

“sorry that all you do while they ridicule me is sit there and stare at your plate? sorry that your dad married my mom?”

“wait, (y/n)—…”

“sorry that i work at a strip club? sorry for what we did the other day?”

“i—…,” he stutters hopelessly. “i—.”

suddenly, your lips are on matthew’s— his body tensing at the unexpected action. you pull back, eyes meeting his.

they’re wide, shocked, confused. his hand reaches towards your face quickly and you think for a moment he’s going to slap you with it, but instead, he cups your jaw.

holding you still, he brings his lips back down to touch yours again. it’s a slow, languid kiss that, in and of itself, feels like an apology. a genuine one. 

it’s overwhelming. it challenges everything you thought you knew about this stranger you were now forced to call family.

you step back, clutching baby foxworth tighter to your chest. 

“they were so impressed when you told them you’re a dancer,” you whisper, tears beginning to spill over. “why were they so disgusted when i told them i am, too?”

his face falls as he thinks about your words. “i think you know why.”

you press your lips together, a sardonic huff of a laugh escaping you. did you really think you’d get sympathy from him?

“but it’s not fair,” matthew continues. “it’s not fair that they treat you that way.”

you’re afraid to look up at him, eyes remaining fixed on the tear at your plushy’s neck. “i didn’t even think you’d noticed.”

“i’ll admit, i didn’t see it at first. it’s not like i’m here that often,” he replies with a sigh. “and i guess i did think you were the problem. and i do still think you’re part of the problem, don’t get me wrong.”

you roll your eyes, looking down at the floor.

“but maybe you’ve forgotten that no one knows what my dad can be like more than i do,” matthew says, wrapping his hand gently around your upperarm. “i thought maybe he’d finally changed for the better after marrying your mom, but i know now that’s far from the truth. and i can try my best to help you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“thanks,” you say quietly as your eyes meet his. he smiles softly at you before you promptly brush his hand off your arm. “but i still don’t like you.”

your hostility just widens his smile. “i thought you’d say that.”

you turn, walking back to your bed and placing baby foxworth by your pillows. you think about what your family must still be saying about you around the dinner table. your thoughts are halted, however, when a warm, muscular chest is soon pressed against your back.

“i was just wondering,” he says softly against your ear, arm snaking around your waist. “there has to be something about me that you like, right? i mean, you're the one who wanted my face in your cunt. and don't think i haven't heard you call me perfect a few times now.”

“i meant it as an insult,” you breathe as a hand reaches underneath your skirt— fingers beginning to pad delicate circles over your panties.

“was screaming my name while cumming all over my fingers also supposed to be taken as an insult?” he asks, knee against the back of yours until you tumble gently onto your bed— his arms catching you and flipping you on your back to face him. “you must’ve really been trying to offend me.”

matthew shimmies your skirt and panties down your legs and you find yourself assisting to kick it off with your foot onto the floor. he laughs much too smugly as he unzips his slacks and discards them onto the hardwood. you hover your foot over his groin, brow raising in a threat.

“okay, okay,” he admits in defeat. as a grin stretches across your lips, he bites at your thighs hungrily and sighs. “god, i wish i wasn’t your brother.”

“matt!” you screech in horror and he takes the opportunity to sink himself inside you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, a protest turning to a whimper as he smirks at you. “matt...”

“no need to worry, baby,” he coos, tip of his cock reaching your backmost wall. “it’s pretty obvious there’s a divorce on the way. my dad’s already let it slip to me about how he secretly blew all the money in their joint savings on a third yacht.”

“my mom’s been fucking her tennis instructor for two months,” you reply, trying to hold yourself together as matthew increases his pace. “and her golf instructor. and her pilates instructor. and her business lawyer. and her—.”

matthew’s lips meet yours. “you’re so fucking hot.”

you run your hand up his chest, tugging at his shirt until he pulls it off over his head. it’s a shame to admit it, but... he is perfect.

“but if our parents get divorced, we’ll never see each other,” you say with a pout. you shake your head quickly, realizing what you just said. “which i’m totally fine with. but you’d probably be really upset.”

a particularly rough thrust sends you reeling— crying out in pleasure and totally blowing your act. 

“yeah, it’d be really hard for me,” matthew patronizes, mimicking your pout. “g’nna cum for me, pretty girl? hm?”

“fuck,” you whine, nearly at your peak. you honestly had no idea how good at dancing matthew was, but if he was half as good at dancing as he was at fucking, then even goddamn dick van dyke would be proud. your walls flutter around him, a chorus of moans as he pushes you over the edge.

“oh my god,” matthew rasps as you reach your climax, his thrusts growing more desperate and sporadic. “pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby. made me want you so bad, i—.”

he pulls out quickly, a few pumps before painting your cunt with his cum as he moans under his breath. he stares at the sight for a few moments before his head tilts thoughtfully and a smirk upturns a corner of his lips.

“something to share with the class?” you ask, one eyebrow piquing.

he laughs, shrugging at your prodding. “i was just thinking about how i definitely wouldn’t be the golden child anymore if anyone knew about this.”

“i dunno. i think somehow you’d still come out unscathed,” you say, shaking your head. “i must’ve tempted you. coerced you. blackmailed you.”

he smiles at you sadly. “listen, i know that... i know things must suck for you right now and—... i mean it when i say i’m gonna try my best to fix—.”

“matthew!”

you both freeze as the sound of your stepfather’s voice rings from downstairs. matthew clears his throat, calling back, “yeah?”

“come downstairs! aunt bethany wants to talk to you about visiting seoul.”

“okay!” matthew answers. he rolls his eyes. “i hate your aunt bethany.”

“you and me both, kid,” you reply, sitting up on your hands as matthew hurriedly gets dressed. “have fun.”

“come with me,” he requests, picking up your skirt from off the floor and holding it out to you. 

you consider it, but shake your head. “tell me if you hear any good gossip about me. i have to get ready for my shift anyway.”

“really? you’re gonna go strip after this?” matthew asks, lips parted in surprise.

“dance,” you correct. “i’m gonna go dance.”

he smiles. “when do you get back?”

“around one,” you answer, standing up and walking over to your vanity. “why?”

“my flight’s at midnight,” he says, biting his lip. your mascara clatters to the table as a tiny, annoying ball of disappointment forms in your chest. “so i guess i’ll catch you another time.”

you don’t say anything— just continue doing your makeup as you try to ignore that growing ball. 

“okay then,” matthew says finally, opening your door. “bye, (y/n).”

“my mom’s birthday is next month.”

the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. you don’t regret it.

“she likes you more than me, so,” you continue with as much nonchalance as you can feign. “she’d probably want to see you.”

matthew catches your eye through your mirror. he just smiles.

~ EPILOGUE ~

you clamber through your bedroom door in the dark, stilettos still on as you stumble into bed and flop onto it in exhaustion. you clap your hands— bedside light turning on as you reach for baby foxworth. you cradle him under your chin, squeezing him tight. suddenly, you remember the tear in his neck from when matthew had ripped him after dinner. 

you feel around for the hole, but are surprised when you find a crinkly, purple sticky note instead. on it, is written: 

told you i’m gonna try to fix everything.  — your favorite brother ;)

“disgusting,” you mutter under your breath, turning your attention back to baby foxworth’s neck hole. except...

there is no hole.

okay, matty, you think with a smile. let’s see what you’ve got.

[astr0exe]

hiiii!!!!!! i love your writing and i’m kinda new so sorry if i overstep any boundaries 😭 but wondering if maybe perv stepdad/dbf price with daddy kink and light puppy play? (collars,leash stuff like that but please no stuff ab eating out of a bowl or smth like that)only if your comfortable!!!! i am so so so so sorry if it’s too specific! have a good day/night!

hey this is stuck in my brain rn sooo pervy stepdad Price wit transmasc reader

TW : Age gap (Price is over 40 reader is 21) , Pervy-stepdad Price, Puppy play (collar, leash, ears, tail) , slight possible non-con due to coercion, trans masc reader, praise, tiny bit rough, daddy kink, filth. pure filth

sorry if this isnt fully want you wanted but i git carried away !!

no proof read, 726 words

☆ write after cut ☆

Pervy-stepdad Price with a stepson who just came home from university, freshly turned 21 coming home to see his mum and step-dad.. not realising what it does to Price, he has to try hide his bulge when ever you speak to him and look at him with your wide eyes and cute little smile.

Pervy-stepdad Price who owns a collar and leash and just NEEDS to see them on you. You who owns puppy ears and a tail buttplug… Oh when Price realised you were into the same stuff he was.. he had to lock himself in the ensuite and jerk his cock until his wrist hurt and cheeks were flushed bright red even with the cold water beating down on him.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who, when your mums away on a business trip, confronts you about the tail and ears he found. Manipulating you, telling you that if you don’t do what he asks (suck his fat dick) he will tell your mum about your.. disgusting kink.. Obviously with that threat hanging in the air you do it, you get on your knees infront of your stepdad, a man over double your age and you lick and suck his cock till he is groaning and grabbing your hair in a tight fist to shove his dick down your wet throat.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who notices how your thighs rub together unconsciously when he places the ears on your head, making you whine in embarrassment but you dont protest cause you know your just a silly puppy keening for Prices attention:(

Pervy-Stepdad Price with fingers of pure bliss, they are just thick enough to hit all the spots you need, your moans and whimpers mixing with the almost squelching noises coming from your soaked pussy. If anything his words make you more wet “come’re puppy, yeah.. grind on my fingers like a helpless bitch in heat.. good boy..” he would growl in your ear lowly, his other hand moving down to his hard cock which is bobbing against his lower stomach, so perfect.

Pervy-Stepdad Price with you, his little puppy, laying on the couch, your legs stretched wide for him, his tongue dipping in and out of your dripping cunt. He decides now is the time to put your adorable tail on.. He gets fully between your legs, and slides his fingers into your pussy, before removing them, ignoring your whine of protest and slowly working 2 fingers into your extremity tight arse “Shit.. lovie your little arse is so fucking tight..” he cant decide if he wants to eat out both your holes today but decides against it, getting the buttplug situated.

Pervy-Stepdad Price who bites at your neck like a rabid animal, he just needs everyone to know who you belong to. Him. Your stepdad. Your daddy, and you know it as well dont you? moaning quietly “daddy.. fuck i need you..” and his resolve snaps.

Pervy-Stepdad Price with a cock above average size by both length and girth, you just know he will stretch your little hole so much:( When he finally loses all his patience and slides himself into your little cunt he nearly cums straight away like some god damn teenager. Your hole is so so tight with the added pressure in your arse from the buttplug, he reaches for the collar and leash, fastening the collar around your neck, your skin contrasting the pretty light blue of the collar

Pervy-Stepdad Price who praises you to no end, his words mixed with the deep almost mean thrust of his hips making you sob and moan loudly “Such a good boy.. Daddy’s good puppy.. fuck yeah.. you can take it pup.. fucking take it…” Ugh his groans down your ear as he fists the leash making your airway slightly restricted and your back arch.

You, the little puppy, who BEGS for your daddy to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and well.. Price can’t resist he ruts into you wildly his finger rubbing and jerking your little dick until you clench around him so much he thinks hes going to cum himself, his pace faltering as he nears “shittt puppy.. gonna cum in you.. get you to have my kids yeah?”

[preciadosbass]

21/8/24 [1X DIY <collage> — technically a draft from yesterday as it was posted on a schedule, key + significant photos at end]

wow, i’ve been doing this for a while now. i woke up at just before eight and listened to frank iero’s ‘new’ single and oh my fucking god its so good. i love frank sm. i scrolled through my tumblr feed until 8:40 when i finally got dressed. today i’m going to adventure island [a theme park] with this person i know. i wish i could call her a friend, but she makes fun of me too much for me to count and i overall just don’t feel comfortable with her. however she’s alright to me occasionally, like today she seemed happy to be around me. i only see her as my mum is bestfriends with her mum, but my mum dosent believe the way she usually acts towards me.

today i got dressed into my silent hill shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, two spiked cuffs [one with longer spikes and without a third row], mcr bracelet, panic! at the disco bracelet, sleeping with sirens bracelet, diy can tab bracelet, and a diy beaded bracelet. along with my kellin quinn necklace, a taxidermy scorpion necklace, a taxidermy raccoon tail and a silver studded belt across the right side of my hip/thigh.] [because i was anticipating cold weather as the park is directly behind the beach, and it’s the warmest outfit i have. and yes, i copied this from mondays journal, shh]

i listened to my main playlist instead of a cd while putting everything on as i added three more full albums to it after listening to ‘this song is a curse…’ [illuminaudio - chiodos, discovering the waterfront - silverstein [[im surprised this wasn’t in it already]], and wires…and the concept of breathing - a skylight drive.] and then went outside to see boris at 9:30 after straightening my hair + putting on eyeliner. like always, i’d already stood in the doorway and said goodmorning upon waking up, but i wanted to sit by him/talk/and cuddle. i didn’t manage to be out with him for long as R [that person im going out with] and her mum/stepdad pulled up on the drive. so i greeted them and started packing my bag on the kitchen table.

while i was doing that, R handed me a monster original and started speaking about how she dosent know what one i like, but i’ve never had any other flavour as i dont generally go out and buy food/drink. it was really sweet of her and it proves that i guess she’s getting more friendly with me. just a few months ago she wouldn’t let me speak about much/would make fun of me constantly/etc. i’m glad that someone thinks of me and that anyone would do such a thing. i hope we do end up being friendly in a friend way, if that makes sense. like i personally consider a friend someone you can trust and open up to, and i hope we get to that point. i think what’s been preventing it is the distance between where we live.

anyway, in my bag i had: my camera [i bring it everywhere], two battery packs [one’s always in there & out of battery], a lead for the battery pack[s], a coke zero, my monster energy, my wallet with my disability access card, my skullcandy headphones, my phone, a tiny bag because i’ve been losing/having my earrings break a lot recently, my safe food, a few band pins that have fallen of my backpack, hand sanitiser, a safety pin [i don’t even know why], and a bat plushie. its not even a comfort plushie, he’s just permanently in my bag since i got him at another theme park, chessington, at the vampire ride. once i’d got everything ready to leave, i said goodbye to boris and me and R’s family set off.

while we were in the car, R suggested making a blend [again, she was acting more friendly which is super nice] but it didn’t work. then i had the idea of adding each others playlists to one another and putting it on shuffle, but that didn’t work either as her spotify was only playing songs off her playlist. either way, it was nice she thought of it. we ended up listening to our own playlists on the way to the theme park. i listened to: shoot the girl first, the used, signal the escape, fall out boy, falling in reverse, patrick stump, and my chemical romance. also on the way there, we saw an older woman with cat face paint on and hair ties that made her look like she had cat ears. i wonder what the occasion was, or if there was an occasion. just something i randomally remembered about the drive.

we arrived at 10 and got in not even five minutes later. we walked over to the stall where they sort out your tickets/passes and R’s mum activated my disability access card. it was super embarrassing because they had to take a picture of me, and it took ages, but everything eventually went through and worked. the first actual thing we did was find a table and put all of our stuff down. i met J and A. J is R’s family friend, and J’s mums bestfriend. i’m not too sure who A is to the both of them, but he went around with us. he’s 19, so i thought it’d be a little awkward, but when we started walking around to the other side of the park to this ride called green scream, i realised it wasn’t going to be.

its a kids ride, but for some reason its enjoyable. unfortunately the photo thingy wasn’t open so i didn’t get to see what we all looked like, but oh well. the next ride we went on was rage, one out of two of the bigger and ‘scarier’ roller coasters. i used to not mind rage, but over the years it’s become incredibly rough and your head hurts for at least half an hour upon getting off. its a shame because it completely prevents it from being an enjoyable ride, but it looks really smooth. we got on and set off up the vertical lift hill, which is honestly the best part, because your head can’t start hurting yet. then you go down this drop which is quite similar to thorpe park’s saw the ride, just less steep. the entire time the ride was running, my scorpion necklace was tied around my eyes. i was scared itd come off because i’ve already had one break without me knowing and they’re really cool/expensive to buy as you need to make sure their ethical taxidermy.

but, it did make the photo look silly. when i first saw it, i thought i somehow forgot to take my glasses of and didn’t notice. i did take a picture of the ride photo but got told off which was really embarrassing lmaoo, there was someone else taking a photo though and nobody said anything so i don’t know what was going on with that. [photo at end] i’m not too sure in what order i went on the rides beyond this point of the day, but i’ll carry on speaking about it anyways. afterwards, we went back to the table to have some snacks and talk a little to J + R’s mum. once we’d done, we went back round to where rage is and went on the blue [outside] water slide as it was boiling and it didn’t matter whether we got wet or not. there isn’t an access queue for this ‘ride’ so we queued up with everyone else and got round to having a turn at around 12:35.

A wanted to go on the green [inside] water slide so we split up once we got to the actual queues for each slide. it went long before me and R got on our raft. i went on the front and she placed herself at the back. we got absolutely soaking wet and the photo of us was so cool because our facial expressions were questionable and you could see the full length of my converse in it. i didn’t take a photo though, as the person behind the stand looked intimidating. afterwards we went back to the table and then went on the indoor ‘scary’ ride. which isn’t scary at all - mind you, it’s another kids ride - but the props and things are cool. it’s one of those rides where you go around in little carts and as you look around there’s holograms/animatronics/figures except it’s mostly monster/clown themed.

while waiting to be loaded onto the carts, my necklace started glowing [photo at end cuz why not] its kinda embarrassing to actually get on the ride. when you have an access pass, you get on first via the exit. but because of how the ride is designed, you have to get on - then they run it around a small bit of track while everyone looks at you. and then the others queuing get on. its so awkward knowing everyone’s staring at you slowly going by 😭. it was too dark to take any proper photos but i took a blurry photo of one of the larger figures because it glows and i think it’s cool. [photo at end] the last time i went to adventure island and on this ride with my mum + prevision, the ride faulted at a small hill and punctured a literal hole in my mums arm, and bruised both of mine, but today it went down it smoothly. thank god.

after getting off, we went on a sky drop. there was another one that had just been made which we planned to go on after. there was a problem with R and how small the seat was so she had to switch to one two seats away from me. the ride itself is pretty tame, but i have a weak stomach so it didn’t feel great lmaoo // from what i remember, afterwards we went round to the rage exit to get a time to come back and get on. it’s hard to explain but that’s how the ride access works. you go up to rides, ask for a time to come back, they add on how long they think people have been queuing in the general queue, and then you come back after X amount of time. so quite a lot of the time me, R and A were waiting at the table/going on smaller rides to pass time.

so, we went back to the table [J & A left] and came back to rage after around 40 minutes + the walk to the ride. i didn’t really fancy going on again, and A didn’t come altogether, but R wanted to do it did for her, although my head was still hurting from the last time we went on. this time, i was smart enough to put my necklace in my pocket. even going up the lift hill gave me more of a headache. and because my neck was still weak i couldn’t really keep my head back to the headrests, so my head was banging on the shoulder restraints. my vision also kept on going completely white. we both felt really shaken up afterwards so we went back to the table and everyone had something to eat. me and R decided to go on some tame rides to calm our sickness. it’s weird that i felt so bad afterwards, im completely used to going on big rollercoasters like the smiler, saw, etc, it’s just so rough.

we went on this mini ferris wheel and it was freezing. it took ages for everyone to be loaded on and while the people at the bottom are getting on, your stuck at the top above the sea, where you get all the wind. behind us was a guy wearing an exodus shirt which was cool, R didn’t think so though. she was making fun of him. carrying on, the ride eventually started and it was actually really calming. [photo at end] you could see the sea and the rest of the park nicely from up there. at this point i was getting more and more exhausted because i forgot i had a monster and i don’t ever wake up as early as what i did and then be full on all day. it finished at 3:10, and then we got the time for the ride beside it. R had been on before, but i hadn’t. i say that, but i definitely have - i just dont remember. the worker said ten minutes so we sat at the table [i rested my head in my hands and nearly fell asleep], and came back at 3:22. it was once again a kids ride, but i genuinely think it was faster than rage. and that has a loop. it accelerated so quickly i genuinely thought the controls had gone haywire.

but, this made it fun. it was the best ride i went on. while we were at the table beforehand, we decided on that being our last ride, so once it finished we packed everything up. we left the official premises at 4 and then got the adventure island fish and chips outside at 4:10. i didn’t have much because i couldn’t check the calories and i could already imagine how bad they were. i didn’t want to seem rude though, as R’s mum had paid half 70% of the price. while we ate, R’s stepdad walked to the car to drive back round to the seaside where we were sitting and pick us up. i noticed a lot of seagulls sitting on the rocks around the kid area of the sea so i took a picture of them with my camera. [photo at end]

i couldn’t zoom in as much as i wanted to because my lens was switched over from the normal setting. i just took it for the fun of it so it’s in no way how i usually take photos, the lighting on the rocks isn’t bad though. he got there at 4:30 and me and R listened to our playlists on the way back again. what came on shuffle on the way home was: patrick stump, panic! at the disco, silverstein, mccafferty, and get scared. we arrived back at my house at 5:40 and i cuddled boris for however long hopefully wouldn’t be considered disrespectful to guests. i also realised that he’d finally had his itch treatment yay!!

i asked my parents how he got along with it and according to my parents, he was vocal, but not agressive out of stress like he usually is. i’m so proud of him. then i went upstairs to my sisters room because that’s where R was. she was just on her phone so i sat on the floor and organised the photos taken today into picture collages. i stayed up there until they all left at 7:40. R was getting mad at me for sitting next to her anyways. once they’d started heading home, i went out to boris, showed my dad some band stuff, and then wrote a lot of this journal. i did this until 9:30 where i went outside properly with boris. i did go and see him every now and again while journaling but not for extended periods as my phone literally wont charge. i came back in at 2:10. while i was out there i noticed there are baby ones of those generously sized spiders that hang out on the driveway at night.

once i was back in the warm, i asked my parents if they had any receipts for my collage as i only had my coraline 3D receipts + a small cutout from the card that came with my insect stickers. it just shows each individual one so you know which ones you’ve got. my dad had an asda/primark/petrol receipts and my mum gave me the leftover paperwork/receipts from adventure island. i finished at 10:45 because it took me ages to work out how i wanted the collage to be set out and whatnot. either way i like the colour combo. [photo at end] after finishing, i went out to the kitchen to sit with boris and came back into my room at 11:20 because my phone ran out again.

i wrote even more of this journal and went upstairs to ask my parents questions about boris at 11:35. around this time, my head started hurting a concerning amount so i took some meds. im aware i sound so dramatic right now but you don’t understand how torturous that ride is until you’ve experienced it and the feeling afterwards. my eyes kept on going cross eyed and parts of my vision were cutting out. i do know i’m not the only one who feels like this after rage, though, because while we were waiting to go on for the first time a woman came off and she could barely walk afterwards. however don’t know whether my eating or sleep contributed/s to how bad my head is feeling. i finished my questions at 1, wrote a few paragraphs of this, and then said goodnight to boris.

i didn’t tell him about my day as my parents told me to tell him tomorrow so my head wouldn’t get worse so i gave him a little spoiler and cleaned the dog food can tabs in the sink. im going to somehow make a flower looking chain charm out of them. i did this while speaking to boris/apologising for going out, things like that. id shown him my collage earlier so i took some different shaped can tabs, the big dog can ones, my collage book, and a j20 bottlecap into my room to put into their assigned places for when i make stuff out of them. [photo at end]

then i went back out to boris and finished saying goodnight to him. because i cant stroke around where his ointment was applied [his neck] its quite a struggle to cuddle him the way i usually would, but i eventually finished at 2:24. i was supposed to be super quick as i wasn’t telling him about today, even though i always wish i could be longer. i then gave him his last meal of the day and he went in my room 3x times while i was awake. my head was still in excruciating pain despite the paracetamol so i went to sleep at 2:50 after finishing this journal. i kept on falling asleep and letting go of my phone/almost deleting paragraphs at a time. so i hope all of this still makes sense.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, prevision/keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

[fouralignments]

So um...listen. I need cute dadneto shit right now to distract myself because my mom just died like an hour ago.

Also um...hi

First

Mermay Cherik fic idea for 2025

Pod---this based on the cool fact that I learned from Tumblr that Sharks can reproduce asexually, so Erik after spending so much time alone without a pod, he becomes pregnant with Pietro and Charles finds and helps him to a mangrove nursey and helps him recover by feeding him mouth to mouth Princess mononoke style

Kelp---Kid! Pietro playing hide and go seek in a kelp forest with his Dadneto and stepdad! Charles

Glass---Teenage! Pietro goes to the beach to pick up sea glass for his Dadneto, which makes his Dadneto angry born of worry that he would so such a thing---believing Shaw got him or something or other, ending in a hug

Midnight and migration--- Erik and Charles go up to the surface to study the stars so Pietro can learn the routes for his first migration

This is a rough draft of Beyond the Fallen Dark Moon that you can read. Its not done yet.

It was a world Pietro had not seen. Frozen ice islands fallen off the land in thunderous uproar, pushed off the contienant shelf, craving out the land leaving behind boulders, lakes, tearing through high mountain. To where the currents took them. Beyond what he knew. Kept between the two across the outer islands of ice beyond the tip of twin

The warmth from the ball of fire becoming a night never ending

To where

Weaning sun.

 Erik kept his trident by close to his body. His eyes () They stopped on occusion, Erik used his triadent and dug out a window into ice, loosen by  the tides, into a deadly above world that could freeze

If they stayed too long. Before freezing over, forcing them to coutinte on, navigaiting delosute

Weaving

Many migrated away

Whole mountain ranges of ice towered above them. Shifting in moans, crackling, chirping and wooping emiaited. Sharp clicks, and booms.  Songs flowing downward in carvens of painted layerd obrea blues. Shattering light. As so below as so above, Sweeping winds carrying with a stampede of snow racing across the frozen land trapped by the many moons of darkness, light was all but fleeting and gone away not to be seen until the breaking of the ice during the time of sun and moon helding hands regarding each other with equal measure flirting before growing apart again and leaving to go back to their unknowing partners. Yearned for each other. The Great Night. Charles told him during their lessons.

Highly concrreated salt water seemingly invisible vented out from the ice above freezing the

Their hands reaching down to touch the sea floor. The touch of the death. It was a cold, that Pietro hadn’t know existed. Spreading

Bringing with it sharp spears of ice

Seastars and those dewling on the floor fleeing for their lives

Spreading like icy veins invesiting the lower grounds

Wreaking havoc and despair

Taking with it part of the floor, trapped sea stars who were most unforitnaiute to be wound up caught, stuck to the ceiling of ice.

Heaving walrus, sunbathing in huddles, molting off old parasite laden fur. The clicks of seal war anthem clashing over breathing holes and mates for the coming of spring.

Of twilight dark

Ice crystal trees.

Breath out

Pietro thought they stopped little to rise and greet the

Forgotten gods in the deepest dark, unfelt by lights touch, in caverns old. In worlds unseen lurking…***

Moons of darkness.

Their tails swimming their scales like rain, shimmering as they danced together in sea above, circing their kingdom, protecting

Breathing holes

Imprisoned

Lavender

“We are paying respects to a long-forgotten god. It was said

It’s a prilage not taken by many any more, The tradition fell out of favor for many pods.

“It was a remainding.” Erik said.

“But why are we here?”

“Because you need to see with your own eyes.”

I hope this helps!

[sarnai4]

The Extra Mile

I started watching Krapopolis a little while ago and even though I'm not done with it yet, I really like what I've seen. Along with it being funny, it makes me happy to see that the characters actually care about one another. That's not necessary for a comedy show like this. I've seen a lot of comedies that focus on families and they hate one another. Here, they actually don't. It seems like they do, but they quickly show how that isn't the case. Heck, I remember one moment where they commented on how their family was actually pretty healthy. I just think that's sweet. Here are some of my favorite examples so far.

You have Shlub who went with Stupendous to find her biological father. He was so upset when the other cyclops didn't want to be there for her. Not condoning the murder which happened, but they are monsters so...I guess things happen sometimes. It was nice seeing Stupendous realize that she had a supportive father in Shlub. Him being her stepdad didn't mean that he couldn't love her as much as he would love as biological daughter.

Tyrannis tried to protect Hippocampus when they went to the science fair type of place. He was really worried that his brother was going to get himself killed by Hephaestus. Of course, he later backed off and pretended like he didn't know him, but at least the first instinct was to keep him out of danger.

Then you have Deliria and Hippocampus. Their relationship is so strange and almost bitter, but at the same time, they were able to find a mutual respect for one another through their intelligence. Hippocampus can now call her "Mom" since it reminds her of how he won and in a weird way, I feel like she enjoys this since it gave her a challenge. I also bet that if he almost died, she'd help him.

Shlub wanted to help Tyrannis when he got his tail so that the demigod wouldn't give into his monstrous side and turn bad. Unlike Shlub's own father, he wanted to be a kind and caring figure in his son's life.

Hippocampus showed his caring for Stupendous and vice versa when she was mourning her friend and almost died in the process since she couldn't let go of that grief. The only reason she left the underworld was because staying there would have cost her brother his life too.

I liked the Shlub and Hippocampus moment too where the dad was so worried that he had become a serial killer. Now, he shouldn't have been supportive of the alleged crimes, but I'm still giving him some monster slack on this. He wanted Hippocampus to accept who he was and know that he's always be cared for.

Deliria was worried about Tyrannis when he started going out with Demeter. This was probably her sweetest moment so far to me. Even though she did interfere a lot, at the end of the day, she seemed like a mom who didn't want her son to get hurt. She even accepted the blame so that he wouldn't think that Demeter just didn't want to be with him anymore.

I also like the relationship between Deliria and Shlub. It's so weird, but they really do care about one another. I liked how Shlub was able to see that he can't always go along with whatever she wants. When she kept making more Medusa problems, they both came to terms with their part of this and seemed stronger for it.

I really want to see more of these episodes and see how else the family gets to bond. Are there any other moments you all saw that were cute?

[lunarlicorice]

OMG.....SO MANY GOOD QUESTIONS FOR THE OC ASK THING...

5 - Jake

8 - Echo

11 + 12 - Jake (raises my eyebrow at him)

16 - Beetle

24 - Taiga

37 - Taiga

39 - A

43 - Jake

58 - Beetle

and lastly 79 for The Big Four

SORRY FOR SENDING SO MANY LOL i hope u have fun with this teehee

HUGS U IM REALLY EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE

outfit and formal outfit? (for jake): his main outfit is that sweater and bowtie but literally none of it is his lmao. taiga gave him the sweater and beetle gave him the bowtie. he doesn't care how it looks bc its suuuper comfy tho. at one point he goes back to his house to get his own clothes and one of his main ones is the "neon city" jacket as i call it (its from an old rp with a friend called neon city. secret lore) he would probably wear the sweater and bowtie to formal stuff/special stuff too, he hates dressing up

voice? (for echo):

pretty much aika from skies of arcadia. they've probably said this exact quote before while in a life-or-death situation too lol (it also sounds just as compressed as it does there pretty much)

relationship with mom? (for jake): oh he loved his mom before she died. all he had was her and his brother and if you even looked in her direction wrong he would not hesitate to beat you up (she would get mad at him so he wouldn't actually tho)

relationship with dad? (for jake): never knew his dad. pretty much just that. he had a stepdad but he didn't like him very much and he didn't stick around too long either.

prominent childhood memory? (for beetle): ok so i'll give u a good one and a bad one. good one is probably when he snuck out of his palace and just. wandered around in the woods for maybe a few hour before they sent people looking for him. he has a distinct memory of going to the edge of the woods and seeing the human city through the trees for the first time, and marveling at all the strange structures (skyscrapers and such). bad one is being shut in his bedroom during family dinners because his parents were ashamed of him

people they love/hate? (for taiga): taiga is like. the ONE person anyone can get along with. she does hate ¿, as do most people. the one person she will never admit to hating though... is dani. she does not like dani at all. (dani farms chickens and sells the eggs, meat, and feather pillows (of which jake buys the pillows) but they're always SO expensive but jake isn't from around there so he doesn't realize how expensive it actually is and taiga is mad she's ripping off her friend)

biggest dream? (for taiga): to be able to protect her friends. she's been training herself to use the spear :) the other one is to open a nice flower shop/children's shelter so no one would have to sleep out in the cold like her and luna. a more tangible one is to build the treehouse of her dreams with luna. it was something they promised to do together as kids and it still holds true.

how do they handle anger? (for A): they have verrry frequent mood swings so it really depends on the time they get angry. it can range from internal loathing to hurling lightning at anything that annoys them (something the main four have been the victims of a few times) physically though, their tail/wisp will sharpen along with their hands becoming more like claws, similar to ¿.

sense of humor? (for jake):

idk he thinks shit like this is hilarious tho (note: i found my old notes on it, it's sort of a chaotic type of meme with a little bit of unexpectedness to it but also very relatable/depressed)

how do they handle criticism? (for beetle): bc of being raised to be the perfect prince (tm) he does not take criticism well and usually takes it very personally. he tries so hard to make everything perfect and go to plan and when someone points out that something he did was not perfect, he freaks out.

favorite ice cream? luna: caramel chocolate chip coconut swirl taiga: raspberry sorbet (she's vegan idk if i ever mentioned that) jake: can't eat ice cream :( but it was mint chocolate chip beetle: pistachio or coffee ice cream with whippes

[ssamorganhotchner]

PLEASE A STEPDAD!HOTCH SMUT SERIES (or just something with stepdad cause goddamn I would rail him in his sleep if my stepdad would look like him) AHHH😻😻😻😻

I WOULD LOVE IT WHEN THE FEM!READER IS A LIL INNOCENT OR SUBMISSIVE!❤️❤️

LOVE YOUR WORK EONEMEMWMEM

Ahhh!!! Thank you so much anon<3

I have quite a few things I’m working on, but I do believe I can squeeze some step!dad Hotch in there as well 😉

🤍

[its--fandom--darling]

The Dance

Stepdad!Syverson x female!reader, stepdad!Sy x daughter (ofc lydia).

rated G for fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of father-daughter relationship.

i was inspired by a post that I saw on @softpedropascal​ ‘s blog about Frankie being a girl dad and letting them dance on his toes and I had to write it with Captain Syverson. This is dress I picture Lydia wearing XX

You finished the last curl in Lydia’s hair with a smile. “There you are baby girl, are ready for the dance tonight.”

              She beams up at you and adjusts her glasses, “Thanks mom.”

“Are you excited?” you ask, softly, adjusting her hair once more.

              She nods, “I’m a little nervous too.”

“Why baby?” you ask, sitting on the edge of the tub and rubbing your hand over the small bump that is growing.

              She chews on the inside of her cheek, “What if people make fun of me because Sy isn’t my real dad?” she asks, softly.

You sigh and wet your lips, “Baby, come here.”

She sits next to you on the edge of the tub.

“First of all, if anyone makes fun of you, they’ll get a stern talking to from your dad. Second of all, Sy is your real dad. Just because he didn’t help make doesn’t mean that he isn’t your real dad. He’s helped raise you for 3 years now, he made you a Syverson, he taught you how to swim, how to ride a horse, how to start a campfire. He’s taken care of you when you were sick when you’ve had a bad dream. He loves you so much, he’s willing to put on a suit, which he hasn’t done since the day we got married and take you to the Father Daughter dance. Just remember this is a first dance for him too and you’re gonna have a great time.”

              She smiles, “Thanks, Mom.”

You kiss her head and rub her back. “You’re welcome, baby. Now, we should probably head out to the living room because you wouldn’t keep your dad waiting now, would you?”

              She shakes her head, her curls bouncing.

“Alright, help your mama up and I’ll go out and introduce you for your grand entrance,” you say, reaching for her hand.

              She giggles as she helps you up. She smiles at you and sways in her soft pink flower covered dress.

You smile and head out to the living room, pausing when you spot Sy nervously fidgeting with his tie. You cross the room and let your eyes take in your husbands form in his tan suit. “Need any help there handsome?”

              He whips around and smiles at you crookedly. “Yes, please, Bug.” He drops his hands to his sides and lets you fix his tie.

“You clean up nicely, Captain,” you murmur, softly, letting your hands fall to his chest.

              “Thank you, baby, Alex noted his approval earlier,” he says, nodding to the babbling toddler who sits on the floor in the living room playing with Heidi’s tail.

“He’s got good taste,” I say with a smile.

              Sy chuckles and nods, “That is all you.”

“That is true,” you murmur with a smirk.

              “How is Lydia feeling?” Sy asks softly.

“Excited, nervous but still excited.”

              “That makes two of us,” he murmurs with a grin.

“No need to be nervous, you’re going to have a nice night,” you murmur, pressing up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Call me if you need me, okay?”

              He nods, “Will do, Bug.”

“Alright, I have to prepare you for her grand entrance.”

              “Wait,” he says, eyes wide as he hurries to the kitchen and comes back with a plastic container with a white rose corsage. “Alright now I’m ready.”

“You got her a corsage?” you ask softly, heart swelling at his sweet gesture.

              “Course I did, Baby, I want her to know what to expect when boys become part of the picture.”

You sigh, “you’re the best dad ever.”

              He smiles, “Can’t keep petal waiting, Bug.”

You nod and clear your throat. “Presenting Lydia Syverson!” you say loudly, drawing the attention of Alex as well. Lydia comes out of the bedroom, smiling shyly as she approaches the two of you.

              Sy smiles at her and kneels. “You look beautiful petal,” he says softly.

She smiles at him, “So do you dad!” she giggles.

              “I gotcha something,” he murmurs opening the box and showing her the corsage.

“What is it?” she asks, softly running her fingers of the bright white petals.

              “This is called a corsage. Here gimme your wrist sweetheart,” he murmurs, lifting it out the box delicately with his massive hands as your daughter proffers her arm. He gently slips it one her wrist and makes sure that its straight before shutting the plastic container and setting it next to him on the floor.

“It’s so pretty, thank you, dad,” she murmurs, throwing her arms around his neck.

              He chuckles and wraps his arms around her small frame, patting her back gently with a big hand. “You’re very welcome, Petal.”

“You two should get going, you don’t want to be late,” you offer, wiping at your teary eyes.

              The pair pull away from each other and Sy stands, grabbing his suit jacket along with Lydia’s pastel yellow coat, offering her his elbow. “You ready Petal?”

She slips her hand in the crook of his elbow and smiles up at him, before nodding.

              Sy leads them towards the door, stopping to kiss you and palming a hand over your bump. “We’ll be home by 8:30.”

“Alright, we’ll be here when you get home and I’ll have the ice ready for your toes,” you say, knowing from their practice sessions that Lydia preferred to dance with him by standing on his toes.

              He chuckles, “You’re the best. I love you.”

You smile, “I love you too, now get. You’re going to be late.” You follow them too the door and wave to them off with Alex, leaning against your leg sleepily as the sunset lit up the sky in a vibrant mix of orange and pink. You take his hand and lead the little man back into the house, lifting him carefully into his highchair for dinner so that you two can enjoy a little quality mother – son time before your next little one comes into the world.

[looney-mooney]

Perryschmirtz is a weird ship that I'm not sure if I am willing to actually ship. Like, Perry can CLEARLY consent and make his own choices, and he's undeniably sapient. But he's still a Platypus. It just feels kind of weird to me. I love their dynamic, but if I ever ship them, it would from an only romantic angle with zero sex stuff. (Also, even if it wasn't an issue, Platypus Biology is still deeply, deeply Cursed.)

I mean, yeah, that’s entirely valid. I personally interpret Perry as asexual and demiromantic (which is great, because Dan Povenmire himself recently stated that Perry’s asexual! Headcanon VALIDATED) and Doof as Bi/Pan. You don’t need sex or sexual attraction to have a happy healthy relationship. And if I’m being honest, that’s one of the main reasons why I ship them. Because it’s not about the physical attraction, it’s about the dynamic relationship.

Doof obviously needed Perry to be his Rock, to help give him the stability his life so desperately needed and to help him work through his trauma. This has been established multiple times, and I don’t think I need to go in depth about why Perry’s important to Doof. But I’d argue that Perry needed Doof too, to figure out who he is when he’s not just being Perry the Pet or Agent P - both identities just as fabricated as eachother. Perry the Platypus is a separate title from both these things, a combination of identities, something new that allows Perry to figure out who he really is behind the masks. The breaks in their fights, the times when Doof would drag Perry out for lunch or a movie, the little personal moments between them were important.

And beyond that, Doof gave Perry an outlet for his parental instincts - Perry always loved the Flynn-Fletchers, and he always will, but he was never allowed to show them who he is as a person. He was never allowed to be a guardian to them. But with Vanessa and Norm? He’s basically their stepdad, if not more. Doof gave him that opportunity.

It’s less about physical attraction and more about what they mean to eachother as people. They’re nemeses, partners, best friends and coparents. They didn’t mean to end up needing eachother like this, but they did anyway. They fell in love - platonic, romantic, whatever - over time, as they spent every day together and got to know eachother bit by bit. They learned to trust one another, learned to make their relationship work.

As for the physical side of their relationship, we see how that manifests in the show. They like fighting, dancing, holding hands, exercising, holding eachother (though that one comes out of necessity more often than personal indulgence), and all kinds of other things together. They’re a very happy couple, albeit with a very unconventional relationship.

Also like, I’m pansexual. To me, physical bodies are only attractive to the extent that they are an extension of the people who inhabit them, and sex is only hot to the extent that it is a display of the love, trust, and communication between the individuals involved. Which I know is weird, but like. When it comes to fictional media, I personally don’t care how “cursed” the biology is, so long as the characters are into eachother. In fact, I tend to gravitate towards fics that feature peculiar anatomy, specifically because it requires more communication between the characters involved, and that’s hot. And I also tend to gravitate away from nsfw fanart, because it tends to objectively the characters involved, and that’s not hot to me personally. Like, you do you dude. I’m gonna hunker down here with my weird-ass slow-burn fanfiction featuring aliens and domestic shenanigans and maybe the occasional cyborg. I’m reading two different time-traveling slow-burn enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fics as we speak. They’re both rated T and they both heavily feature ptsd and sci-fi political drama. One of them features an alien cat man and the other features a tyrannical demon, both brought low by the vengeance of their victims and healing with the help of those who should be their enemies. I am horny for plot

Also platypus biology is cool shut up. Platypi have button-like sensors on their beaks that let them detect organic electricity to help them find prey in murky waters and their foreplay includes circular swimming and tail biting and their fur turns teal in UV light and they’re one of the few monotreme species in the world and like they’re just really neat little critters. Platypi are my favorite animals. They’re so weird I love them. I would not fuck a platypus, but I might, if given the opportunity, become a platypus. Doofenshmirtz DEFINITELY took the opportunity to become a platypus that one time and I think that’s amazing. Furries exist

[animalhumanemn]

My mom and I would go to local animal shelters every Sunday. We weren’t looking for a pet, in fact the day we adopted Mouse, we had an argument about a joke I had made. I said “well it’s time to go get another dog!” My mom was not up for that challenge. She threatened not going at all if I didn’t take it back.

We got to the shelter and visited the cats first, the little pets second, and finally the dogs. We were walking down the entrance, giving each dog some of the treats from their little treat tin. And then we saw Mouse. Of course, at the time he didn’t have a name, it was just a bunch of numbers. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and I remember seeing that parts of it were white from being dry or something. Once we all laid eyes on Mouse, we knew it was over. That was our dog. He was spread across his little bed and didn’t even lift his head to look at us. He looked like he was severely depressed.

We asked a staff member if we could spend some time with him and they let us into his little area. He still didn’t get up to greet us. We started petting him gently and he responded well to it. My mom, Natalie, finally picked him up and held the sides of him up, and placed him in her lap. He was upright, though, because her knees were bent. She cradled his head in her hands and he smirked a little bit. My step siblings and I grabbed his water and tried to wet his tongue with our fingers. I took a photo of my mom holding him and sent it to my stepdad. My mom said “we just have to see what Mike says.” Mike responded almost immediately with a “bring that buddy home.” My mom then handed him off to me while she went to get a staff member to discuss the next steps of adoption. I placed Mouse back in his bed and we all went to the front desk.

The ladies there said it was his first day on the floor and they knew he’d be snatched up immediately. My mom started coming up with little names we could give him, and the ladies suggested “Mouse,” because that’s what they had been calling him since he came in. That was that. Our new family member’s name was Mouse. Of course we were curious as to where he came from. The same ladies said they couldn’t reveal too much due to privacy rules, but that he was a rescue from a hoarder house. I immediately pictured him being neglected, abused, bullied by bigger dogs with a bigger appetite. Once we got home, we took him out of his crate. He already started to perk up. He was sitting straight up and his ears were high and mighty.

We decided he needed a bath for a fresh start. We placed him in the sink and he was so small that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t climb over the top of it. We scrubbed him down and dried him off. From that point on, Mouse and I were attached at the hip. I would hold him on my left arm so that his head was in my inner elbow, his right arm was draped over mine, and my left hand cupped his butt (with the tail covering his little butthole).

He died this year on the day of the six year anniversary of his adoption. He died in front of me, in my hands. In those six years, I never thought I could love a being as much as I loved him. I would call him “my little man.” During the summer, when I would go out with my friends, I would actually leave earlier than everyone else because I missed him, or because it was raining out and I was worried he was scared. When I would hold him, which was all the time, I could feel my chest fill up with warmth. He ate table scraps every single day. We would order little things from restaurants or DoorDash just because we knew he’d love it. For the past two years, his collapsed esophagus got worse and worse. My mom and I were at our friend’s cabin with their family when I realized he needed to be spoon fed. I was overjoyed. It was the cutest thing in the world spoon feeding Mouse. He would look at you all excited and he would eat so much more than normal. It was perfect.

Losing Mouse has been one of the worst losses I’ve experienced in my life. I know that sounds ridiculous because he’s a dog. But, I realized that adopting an animal that has gone through tremendous trauma forms a different bond than adopting a dog from a breeder. The love you have for that animal is almost motherly. And you know that love is reciprocated back to you because of the way they follow you around, look at you, or even just trust you. Adopting from a breeder forms the attachment of “this person gives me food so I love them”, and that’s fine! But, Mouse made me realize how much you can really love someone who isn’t human, someone who doesn’t provide you with anything other than their company. Mouse’s past left marks on him. He had broken ribs that healed improperly. When Mike slicked his hair back one night, Mouse started growling at him and barking at him as if he thought Mike was a threat. Those marks left on his body and his mind caused a reaction in me and my mother that made us want every one of his days to be the best day of his life. If he wanted to sleep, we would give him a heated blanket to lay on. If he wanted to eat, we were there with the spoon. We brought him on road trips and camping trips. We brought him to restaurants with us in the summer so we could sit outside.

Mouse may have had a rough story in the beginning, but the conclusion of that story was blissful. Now, I feel like adopting from anywhere other than a shelter is neglectful of the future “Mouse” that could be. I’m so grateful to have had the amazing pleasure of being in his life. Dogs really are the only simple things in life. 

— Ruby

[oceanselevenism]

I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

[spacecakes20]

Begin Again

(Chapter 8)

(Tagging: @sunnyxdazed)

Chapter 9: Sebastian, Sunflowers

It was quiet after Luna left. He hadn’t meant to spill so much to her, but she felt so easy to talk to, despite not knowing each other long. She was calm, and when she listened, she seemed to listen and understand. Nothing out of her mouth sounded judgmental. She even sounded impressed when she heard he was a freelancer and a self-taught programmer at that. She even cracked a joke to try and ease the tension.

      He felt a little bad about kicking her out, but his current project was so close to being finished. He would have to take a break from clients and commissions for at least a week after this. He deserved a break, and he knew he couldn’t survive on coffee and three hours of sleep for much longer.

      The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs to Sebastian’s room made him grit his teeth, bracing himself. There was no knock, because why would there be? Abigail never seemed to knock, so why would she start now. She usually would barge right in, plop herself on his couch, and go on a tirade of whatever was plaguing her mind that day.

      “Have you seen my charm?” Abigail said, jumping straight to the point.

      “Huh?” Sebastian looked from his computer; confusion clear on his face.

      “My good luck charm!” She sounded more exasperated, lifting his pillow off his couch and searching under it, “The one I got from the fortune teller last year!” She threw the pillow back on the couch in frustration, “I’ve got exams coming up, and I can’t take them without it.”

      Sebastian rolled his head back, giving it a satisfying pop. He exhaled slowly from his nose, “I’m sure you’ll be fine if you just study.” He said flatly.

      Abigail scoffed at that, giving him an eye roll. His violet haired friend was always the superstitious one. For a period of her tween-hood, she even believed herself to be a witch. Sebastian never questioned it; in fact, he’d found it quite charming. She didn’t seem embarrassed about her ideas and hobbies, and he found that admirable.

      “You’re no help.” Abigail jabbed, turning on her heels toward the door, “I’ll just ask Maru.”

      Oh, that’s right. Now was probably a good time to ask about that. “When did you two get so close?”

      That made her pause, hand hovering on the doorknob. She gave him a nervous smile, “Oh, uh…” Abigail’s voice trailed off before clearing her throat, “Turns out she likes collecting gems from the mines. For her experiments, ya know?” She said finally, “I keep her safe from monsters with my sword, and she gets her gems. A win for both of us!”

      That made sense, but he couldn’t understand why they’d try and keep that a secret. As if Abigail could read his mind, she elaborated, “You know how overprotective both of our dads can be.” She shrugged. “Rumors spread fast here so…”

       “Right.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his chin on the back of his hands, elbows on his desk. Demetrius and Pierre could be considered protective. It made sense that their daughters would want to keep their trips to the mines a secret. With that said…

       “Is that all?” Sebastian asked. If it was one thing he knew about his longtime friend; it was that she was a terrible liar. He couldn’t help but feel that she was keeping something out.

       Abigail simply smiled, giving him a smug, “Yup.” She gave the doorknob a turn but looked back at him before taking off. She stood there a moment as if she was juggling the words she wanted to say in her head. Finally, she said, “You should try giving your sister a chance.”

       Sebastian didn’t answer. He simply rested his head on the back of his hands and sighed. He and Maru had an… interesting relationship, to say the least. Well, “relationship” was perhaps too strong of a word. They lived together and shared the same mom, but their bond stopped at that. To Demetrius, his stepdad, (and Maru’s biological father) she was the perfect child prodigy who could do no wrong. Meanwhile, Sebastian was the problem child who caused nothing but trouble. Their sibling rivalry did calm down as they entered young adulthood, but the damage had already been done.

       Abigail noticed his hesitance. She stood there, frozen for another second, before speaking again, “You’d be surprised to find out how much you two have in common.” She said in an almost sing-song voice. She left after that, closing his door with a click. He sighed to himself, running his hands through his hair. He looked to his computer and had to fight the urge to get up and take a smoke outside. No, no more procrastinating. He needed to get this done today. He gave out another sigh, took a sip of his coffee, and went back to work.

Sebastian felt the weight that lifted off his shoulder when he emailed his client about his finished project. Finally, he was free! For the time being of course. His small moment of victory was interrupted with the sound of his door being opened. Why didn’t anybody ever knock?

      It was his mother, Robin. She gave him her usual bright smile, “Hey Sebby!”

      He simply sent a small smile of his own back at her. He knew that look. She was going to ask him a favor. He just felt it.

      “Can I ask you a favor?” Called it.

      “What is it, mom?” 

      She gave him her signature smile, “Could you take this to Luna for me?” Finally looking to his mother’s hands, he noticed she was holding a Tupperware of food. Upon closer inspection, it looked like chowder. “I invited her to come over for dinner, but she said she’d be busy.” Robin shook her head, “That girl… I know she doesn’t have a kitchen, so I worry about her sometimes.”

      Dinner… It was that time already? The time must have escaped him. He stood to his feet, giving his back a stretch. It gave out a pop, and he winced. Perhaps a walk to the farm would do him some good. Besides, he couldn’t say no to his mother. “Sure thing.” He responded. He met his mom at the door, taking the container in his hands. It was still warm. She smiled warmly and gave him a "thanks," before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

      Once out of the house, Sebastian looked to the horizon. The sun was setting, and the sky was the perfect blend of pinks, blues, and orange. The view was making him crave a smoke, but he bit it down. He took in the fresh air and made his way along the trail that lead to the farm. The summer heat didn’t feel so bad now that the sun was setting. He wasn’t a big fan of summer, truth be told. It was hot, the air was heavy, and the sun was too bright. He also felt like it brought most people out of their houses. The valley felt the busiest during the summer.

      Sebastian was brought out of his musing by the sound of a dog barking. Snapping back to the present, he realized he had made his way to the end of the trail and was standing at the entrance of the farm. The source of the barking sat at his feet.

      “Oh… hey.” He greeted the dog awkwardly. It simply wagged its tail in response. Sebastian knelt down to scratch the pooch behind the ear. He heard the ground crunch before him, the telltale sign someone was approaching. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

      “Honey, what are you barking a—” Luna paused when she saw the sight. “Oh… Hello Sebastian.” She tucked her hands into her pockets and made her way over to him. Honey. So that was the dog’s name.

      “You have a terrible guard dog.” The words left his mouth before he could catch them.

      Luna only laughed in response, making Sebastian feel relieved.

      “Yeah, she is.” She shook her head in amusement, “I don’t think she has a ferocious bone in her body.”

      The two were silent for a moment before Sebastian cleared his throat. He stood to his feet and handed her the Tupperware of food.

       “Mom wanted me to give this to you.” He said simply.

       She eyed it curiously, before taking it in her hands. Her expression was unreadable. “Your mother didn’t have to.” She finally whispered.

       Sebastian merely shrugged, “That’s just how she is.” His mother was always like a mother hen to any of the younger residents. Well, mostly Sam and Abigail. Probably because they were all close in age with him and his sister. On top of that, they all grew up in the valley together. She was like everyone’s second mom.

        “Well,” Luna finally spoke, “Tell her I said I appreciate it!”

        Her eyes were full of so much gratitude they were practically sparkling. He had to look away. They were too intense. His eyes caught a few bee houses by a broken-down greenhouse. It looked like only one had been built. The others looked to be works in progress.

        “Getting into beekeeping?” He asked. More like blurted. He had meant to go home as soon as possible, but for some reason, his mouth was on autopilot.

        Luna’s gaze followed his, and she gave an embarrassed smile, as though she wasn’t planning on showing anyone her project just yet. “You could… say that.” She walked over to the bee houses, and for some reason, he followed. Perhaps it was only out of curiosity.

        Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she had also planted a few seeds.

        “I’m making a flower garden.” She said with a smile.

        True to her word, he did notice a lot of flower seed packets. The one he saw the most of were sunflower seeds.

         “You have a lot of sunflowers.” He mused. He’d only meant to say it to himself, but he caught her attention anyway.

         “Yeah.” Luna let out a light laugh, “It’s my favorite flower.”

         Sunflowers huh? Those did seem to fit Luna, now that he thought about it. He recalled her wearing a yellow sundress to the Flower Dance and remembered how much it complimented her. Now that he knew her a little better, he noticed she had a warm and inviting personality.

         “I’m going to place the bee boxes all around the flowers.” Luna continued, “I read that nectar collected from different flowers made different flavors of honey.” She licked her lips, perhaps caught up in a dream about the taste. He’d never been a fan of honey; or sweets in general for that matter. But for some reason, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that.

         “Sounds ambitious.” He said, impressed. He meant it. To think, just a few months ago he was so sure this city girl—who he hadn’t even met—would up and leave once she discovered farming life was too hard. Instead, she’s only a few days into summer, and she’s building bee houses from scratch.

         “It’s nothing, really.” She fidgeted with the tip of her curly lock, looking away at the complement. “But thank you.”

         He simply shrugged, his way of saying you’re welcome. She seemed to get flustered easily, he noticed. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a little comforting. To have someone who could get just as flustered as him. It was refreshing. 

         He let out a yawn before he could catch it. He hadn’t really gotten much sleep all week, and it was starting to show. Looking up, he could see the sun a lot less now. It was getting late, and his dinner was probably growing cold. He sighed, “I should probably get going.”

         “Tell your mom I said thanks for the meal.” Luna waved with a smile.

         He only took a few steps when he noticed Luna’s dog was following him. He leaned down and gave her a nice scratch behind the ear, “I’ll see you later too.”

         Luna smiled, giving her dog a gentle pat, “Sebastian’s gotta go, okay?” She said soothingly. Honey whined about that, but she managed to stay put. Sebastian gave another wave, making his way up the trail. He gave out a tired sigh and made a mental plan to sleep for the rest of the week.

[ben10daily]

happy day 6 of gwevin week! this fic is written for the prompt of the day: camping. possibly my favourite to write, haha. thanks again to @brooken-gwevin-weeks for organising the event!

title: you paint dreamscapes on the wall words: 1,703 summary: kevin levin doesn’t play well with others. au.

In the two and a half weeks that Kevin had been attending Forever Camp, he’d made it his sole purpose to be the best at everything. He was a poor kid with a stepdad who looked straight through him, and if nothing else that had made him deeply competitive by nature.

So he ran the fastest, and climbed the highest, and pushed harder than anyone else. Kevin tied knots around knots and made a s’more that could melt hearts.

And then the camp across the lake had a bed bug infestation.

All of a sudden, swarms of kids he’d never met before were throwing sleeping bags down in their cabins, fighting over chairs in the dining hall, and, worst of all, competing for his spot as the Camp Champ. And the two people causing him the most aggravation were the Tennysons.

Ben Tennyson was a little chump who thought he was tough. A kid who tailed Kevin around like they were friends for no other reason than Kevin personally shoved him face-first into the mud-pit during tug-of-war.

Kevin beat him at games and stole his dessert, but he still couldn’t shake him.

Gwen Tennyson, on the other hand, was another problem altogether.

-

Day One:

Now dealing with an extra twenty campers to entertain, the counsellors decided to forgo ice-breakers in lieu of tiring them all out as much as possible. That meant one thing: obstacle course.

Kevin was thrilled at the opportunity to assert his dominance so early on. The kids who knew him didn’t even bother to compete anymore. He stood at the head of the line, hands on his hips, and shifted his weight from foot to foot impatiently, ready to show the rest of them how it was done.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a hand yanked at the sleeve of his t-shirt.

“Can we go first?”

She was shorter than him, this interloper he didn’t recognise, with bright red hair and a mischievous little grin on her face. Behind her stood a scruffy brown-haired boy with both arms crossed petulantly.

“No cutting,” Kevin said with a scowl.

“I told you he looked like a jerk,” the boy muttered. Kevin wanted to hit him, and maybe he would when the counsellors turned around.

The smile on her face dropped, and the girl frowned up at Kevin as she tried again. “Please? We got here late because someone,” she glared sidelong at the other boy, “had to go the bathroom. The line’s super long already, and we want to see who’s faster.”

“I’m faster,” Kevin said automatically.

The girl stared at him, and he stared back, and what ensued was a staring contest that lasted all of five seconds before the girl’s friend jabbed her in the side with his elbow.

“Come on, doofus, he’s just showing off.”

Kevin sure didn’t like that. At the far end of the course, one of the older kids raised a whistle to his lips and blew a screeching note that signalled for the first runner. “I’ll show you who’s showing off.”

He took off like a shot, running up the starting ramp and balancing his way along the wooden footholds. He pushed himself to speed up, swinging wildly across the monkey bars, dropping and running again, climbing the thick rope netting and landing on the other side without hesitation. Then the hurdles, the tire crawl, and straight through to the finish line.

Kevin’s chest was heaving when he finally stopped running, but he turned on the counsellor immediately for a read-out of the stopwatch. One minute and seven seconds, a personal best. He looked back at the starting point with a wide smirk.

The two new campers were still at the front of the line, and nobody seemed to be in a hurry to get past them. From the looks of it, they were now arguing over who would go next.

The counsellor blew on his whistle, and Kevin watched as the boy ran forward, scaled across the wooden walkway, and dropped almost immediately from the monkey bars, right into the soft mud below. No upper body strength. Figured.

Above him, the girl was clutching at her stomach in a fully belly laugh, pointing at her friend as he crawled out of the pit covered head to toe in sludge. Until the whistle blew a third time, and she finally took her turn.

She was fast, really fast, and unlike the boy she had a surprising amount of muscle to back it up. In what felt like no time at all, she was in front of him, hands on her knees as she gasped for breath.

Kevin looked at the counsellor, heart beating fast, and the older boy grinned knowingly at him.

“Fifty-nine seconds.”

-

Day Two:

Kevin watched as the two Tennyson kids pelted each other with scrambled eggs over breakfast. They seemed to fit right in almost immediately amongst the other campers, in a way he never had. Not that he wanted to.

Instead, he cornered one of the other kids, J.T., to ask what their deal was, and found out a whole bunch of useless things. They were called Ben and Gwen, and they were cousins. They fought a lot, about pretty much everything, and for a while Ben had been going around telling everyone he had superpowers.

That afternoon, they did trust exercises. Ben dropped Gwen at every opportunity, until the counsellor interceded and split them up. Kevin refused to even take a fall.

-

Day Three:

The cousins faced him together during a hostile game of dodgeball, as the last three kids on the court. Kevin’s team sucked, so he’d used them as human shields for the better part of the match.

Ben and Gwen were both quick on their feet, ducking and dodging away from all the balls he lobbed across the court. If they were smart enough to work as a team, he might have been in trouble. But they ran across and around each other instead, even trying to shove the other one into Kevin’s line of fire. And still he couldn’t hit them.

Frustrated, he pitched the ball with all his strength, just as Gwen stumbled over one of the dropped balls from earlier. She would have taken the hit right to her pretty face if Ben hadn’t leaped forward dramatically, letting the dodgeball crack him across the head. Like some kind of hero. Idiot. Loser.

Ben spent the next fifteen minutes with the camp nurse, just to check for a concussion. When she finally released him with a clean bill of health, Kevin overheard Gwen talking to him outside the office.

“So, did that dodgeball knock out what’s left of your brain, dweeb?”

Ben scoffed and pulled her into a playful headlock. “What I think you mean is, ‘Thanks Ben, for saving my nerdy little life’.”

-

Day Four:

Kevin shoved Ben’s face into the mud during tug-of-war. For showing off during dodgeball, but mostly just for fun.

In retribution, Gwen splattered him neon green from head to toe during balloon painting that afternoon. After three showers, when he’d finally scrubbed the remaining paint from his hair, it started to seem a little funny. Neither of them could be forced to apologise.

-

Day Five:

Gwen smoked him on the track during warm-ups, and then again on the soccer court when he refused to pick either of them for his team. Not his best decision, actually, because that left him with Cooper Daniels who feigned an injury fifteen minutes in just to avoid playing.

Ben tried to sit at his table during lunch.

“Get lost,” Kevin told him, which seemed to have no effect.

Ben used a fork to launch mashed potatoes at the next table over, and maybe Kevin laughed but some things were just patently hilarious. That didn’t mean they were friends.

-

Day Six:

“The map says we have to go this way.”

“You’re holding it upside down.”

“Did you just throw our compass into the lake?”

Gwen and Kevin spent five hours lost in the woods during a scavenger hunt.

It got dark outside while they were walking in circles, and she was leaning really close to him, even after insisting only babies were scared of the dark. They didn’t hold hands, no matter what the rumours said. He didn’t tell her about his real dad when they were sat back to back on a rock waiting to be rescued. Well, nobody could prove it anyway.

-

By the end of the week, Kevin was reaching the end of his tether. He was sick of Ben Tennyson breathing down his neck, and sick of following the back of Gwen’s head when she sprinted past him on the track field.

And then, like the sun emerging unexpectedly on an overcast day, a call came through that all the bed bugs had been fumigated safely. The camp was clean, and it was time to say goodbye.

Kevin looked on at the noisy campers filing back into their waiting paddle boats with a summer’s worth of luggage in hand. All sixteen of them were rowing back to their own side of the lake in pairs, shrinking into specks in the distance. Good riddance, he thought.

Ben and Gwen were the last ones left on the dock, and Kevin watched them stoically as they waved goodbye to their temporary cabin-mates.

Until, as if sensing his gaze, Gwen turned and caught his eye. He looked away first, unwilling to get caught in another staring contest, but she ran over to him anyway, fishing something small out of her pocket as she approached.

Kevin scowled at her. “What do you want?”

“Give me your hand,” she said, and when he didn’t move a muscle she reached out and grabbed his wrist herself.

“Hey!” Kevin snapped, but she ignored him, wrapping a slim pink and blue plait of thread around his arm and tying it off with a flourish. “What’s this?”

Gwen smiled at him when he yanked his hand back to study the gift.

���It’s a friendship bracelet, stupid,” she said, like he should know better. “Let’s race again next summer, too.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Three

A.C.

Natasha Romanoff sat at the counter sipping coffee and tried to think of where you might have gone. Unfortunately, you could be literally anywhere. She wanted to tell herself that she wasn’t disappointed, or worse, hurt that you didn’t say goodbye before you left. But then, you hated goodbyes. And it wasn’t personal. When you got the urge to go, sometimes you just needed to go. 

“What’s the matter, Eeyore, lost your tail?” Clint asked, helping himself to a mug of coffee and a pastry.

The spy huffed a laugh and sighed, “Just worried about Y/N, I guess. There are some pieces from the last few weeks that don’t set right.”

Clint nodded, “I know,” he said, “For a second, I thought she had a crush on someone, but... I don’t know.”

“A crush on someone?” Natasha asked, “And we never talked about it?”

Clint smiled a little, “It might have been a little wishful thinking,” he admitted. The redhead smiled a little, “Clint,” she started. But he held up a hand.

“I knew it was a long shot. I mean. By the time I realized I had liked her, she was already gearing up to run off for a while.”

“How long have you liked her?”

“Pretty much from the minute she handed me a plate of pizza and introduced herself... but I figured she was out of my league.” He sipped his coffee, and the redhead rested her head on his shoulder.

“She’ll be back,” Natasha said, bracingly.

“I know,” Clint said, “And I’m not gonna lie. I hope she comes back soon.”

___________________

B.C.

“Do I have to go to this thing?” You grouse, tugging the skirt of your dress down. 

“It’s just a press event, Y/N,” Steve said, straightening his cuff, “And you’re an Avenger. The whole team is going.”

“Yeah, but no one knows who I am, so like... If I don’t go will anyone notic-” you trail off as Clint walks through the door in jeans and a hoodie, “Oh come on,” you groan, “How come Clint gets to wear jeans and I have to wear a dress?”

“You have nicer legs,” Nat said, linking her arm through yours and half dragging you to a car.

“I want my objections noted,” you huff.

“Noted and ignored,” Tony said, sliding into the limo across from you, smirking when you pout. “Y/N,” he said, “It’ll be fine. Just don’t hex anyone and don’t  wander too far down a rabbit hole when you answer questions.”

“And then, when someone tries to kidnap me and burn me at the stake after my face has been all over the news?”

“Kill them,” Natasha said practically.

“Is that still a going concern?” Tony asked, “Should we tell security to turn away and monks with pitchforks?”

You shrug. Trying not to think of the last guy you’d tried to date. The one that had grabbed you by the hair and half dragged half threw you onto a pile of kindling. It had been horrifying. You’d been really in love. Really. Really in love. And he’d just wanted you dead.

When you look out the window to avoid looking at either of them, Tony and Nat trade looks. 

They know you. And they know when you’re hiding something. Everyone does. Natasha is fond of saying that you’re a great Witch, but you’d make a lousy spy. Feelings aren't something you can easily conceal. Not usually. 

“Y/N,” Tony started carefully.

“I’m not talking about it,” you say, not looking away from the window. You’d met him at a press event. He’d given you a drink of water and hadn’t treated you like part of the three-ring circus. 

Natasha kissed your cheek, “I wasn’t going to ask.”

“I was,” Tony interrupted, “What the fuck?”

“It’s a long story. Suffice to say, I’m still alive despite the bumbling efforts of a would-be witch hunter.”

“Those are still a thing?” Tony shouted, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You shrug, “What good would it have done?”

Tony scowled at you, and you could see him gearing up for interrogation and a dad lecture. Six years and he still struggled with your perpetual babyface. Everyone did. You looked young, and thus, they tended to treat you as the team baby, Thankfully, the limo stopped, and the doors opened. Tony stepped out and then Natasha, leaving you a second to breathe and get ready for the onslaught. Only the really obsessive fans knew who you were. Only the most religious media outlets even paid you any mind. The WITCH, the godless, immoral, child-snatching witch. Still, you smiled vaguely and nodded, in the back of your mind wandering your Mother’s garden. The smell of herbs and the sound of cicadas making the world foggy around the edges. Blunting the chaos.

No one at the luncheon was interested in you, thankfully. It made it easier for you to slip away. To hide. You’d snatched a glass of champagne and found a little shaded bench to sit on. Somewhere tucked by a potted plant and a column. It made you hard to spot. For most people. 

Not Bucky, though. Bucky had been watching you. You looked uncomfortable in your tight little dress and heels. Eyes and lips painted. Hair pulled into a tight, uncomfortable-looking bun in an attempt to stop the talking heads from insisting you were too young to be an Avenger. Again. Bucky saw you, tucking yourself away. Hiding. And he got an idea. A brilliant idea. There was a woman. Some model or other that had been shooting him looks all afternoon. And she. Amber or whatever. She was a dream. Built and stacked in such a way that she was everything he’d dreamed of when he first put on his dress uniform. The kind of dame he could happily spend a couple breathless hours with... As long as she didn’t try to talk too much. He didn’t really know what was so important about “followers” or why it mattered that her handbag cost $1000, but... he figured he could keep her busy. Or at least keep her mouth full if they went out.

It didn’t take much to talk her out to the balcony. Out where you could hear the things he had to say. Where he could show you the type of woman, he was really interested in. He boxed you in. You couldn’t go without giving away your position. You couldn’t do anything but sit and listen to him romancing another girl. Watch him act out some of your pretty little daydreams with someone else. Those pretty little pastel thoughts he knew that some kind of girls held in their chest. All those secret hopes. As his lips trailed over Amber’s throat, the scruff of his beard making her giggle (a chattering sound that reminded him of some weird species of lemur), he idly wondered if you’d named the kids you probably wanted to have with him. He scoffed to himself. You probably still thought a white picket fence was possible. With anyone. 

He could hear the hurt as he propositioned the woman to drop by later for a “tour” of the compound. He could practically hear your heart crack as your heart rate sped up, and you struggled to breathe as you choked back tears. He felt, for a second, as Amber sashayed back inside, a niggling, sense of wrongdoing. But he squished it down with the heel of his boot as he ground out the cigarette Amber had carelessly discarded. 

He wandered back inside and ignored the sound of a soft whimper and the rustle of fabric as you scrambled to look through your bag for a tissue. His plan was going well. 

That was good.

It would be a pity if you had some weird kink that he’d just fed into. Things might have to get drastic then.

________________

A. C.

You wandered out to the porch and sipped from the mug in your hand. It was a homebrew tea. A blend from the garden and... it was sad. Yours never tasted as good as your mom's. At least. The way they tasted before. Before your stepdad had swooped in and infected her with his specific brand of Zealot Rage. Until you’d been tossed out to keep you from contaminating the “Normal” kids. 

The little siblings that had been told you died.

When that thought made your eyes burn, you pushed it aside and shoved it into the dark recesses of your mind where you shoved everything you didn’t want to think about. Your family. Bucky... especially Bucky. 

Fuck him. 

All he’d had to do was tell you that he was interested. But no. Oh no. He’d toyed with you. Like an Orca with a fucking baby seal. The bastard. 

“Fuck!” you drop the mug you’re holding and jump back from the puddle of broken ceramics and scalding tea.  You stare at the pool spreading across the weathered wood and sigh. “Fuck,” you say, quieter this time. You really are the reason you can’t have nice things.

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[petty-revenge-stories]

Shouldn't have been smoking away your work shift.

On mobile, sorry for format issues. Really long, TL;DR at the end. (I originally posted this on an Ask Reddit thread, but as I typed it I realized it fit best here.)

I can never go back into the resturant I worked at during high school, a little place that rhymes with Bopeyes. If I ever go back, my old manager would have a bitch fit. It's a lot of back ground, so strap in as I begin the tale of quitting my job because of my manager's bad attitude and habits.

For context, during high school I worked a part time job mostly because I didn't want to be at home around my stepdad (we just hate each other. We don't look at or speak to each other, so it's very tense in my home. No abuse in case anyone was speculating). I landing this job immediately after the interview, and it was so close to my home and school I thought I had a sweet little gig going. Nope.

I worked there for 5 months and hated it so much. My manager, Jessica, was on her phone a lot but would rage if others were on their phone, even during a dead period. Jessica constantly took smoke breaks, yelled at customers when they complained about an order being wrong, or bemoaning her shitty life. She took out her frustration on me, being the newest employee. I would be told to do one thing like clean the front tables and floor, then yelled at for not standing at the register to take orders immediately.

Hun, not my fault you're in a dead end job, married a convict who's cheated on you and is in jail, and you have a kid with him. You made your bed, sleep in it.

Anyway, I hated Jessica's constant smoking breaks more than anything, groaning we took too long on our breaks (we had 1 half hour break to eat per shift which I never went over my time limit) while she constantly stepped out to smoke. After she returned smelling like an ash tray, I would cough since I'm sensitive to the reek of cancer sticks. She'd get really mad about that, but I always covered my mouth and washed my hands frequently at work. I was struggling to keep up a job on school days that I hated and that would last until 11pm. One day, Jessica made the decision for me.

I just arrived, and was tying my hair into a pony tail to put my hat on in the parking lot. I was 2 minutes late as I struggled to get my stupid long hair through the hole in the hat. Jessica screamed, "YOU'RE LATE!" By 2 minutes. I rarely showed up late, and if I did it was by a few minutes. I was pissed, but decided to just hunker down and press on with the day.

It was my mom's anniversary, and she wanted to go out to eat that night with her husband. My mom texted me asking if I wanted her to order pizza since I would be home alone. I had only typed "Yes" when Jessica swung around the corner with a furious banshee shriek, "Guess I'll have to report you!" The resturant was dead and just cleaned since the shift just started, no reason to explode like that. I knew right then this was the day I quit.

My coworker, Xavier, had known I was struggling to keep my composure at work, since I broke down in the back of the restaurant, and he listened to me say how I felt Jessica and other coworkers were horrible to me, making me feel like shit. He assured me I was one of the best employees because I wasn't drunk or high when I showed up, what a standard.

A friend of Xavier's, Jordan, walked in a few hours after the confrontation with Jessica, and he asked me if I could grab him some snacks from a gas station that's across a 4-way intersection. This resturant sat above on a small hill in front of that intersection, and it was pretty dangerous to walk there as accidents happened a lot around there.

What no one in the store knew was that during our dead time, I made a few phone calls in the bathroom. The first was to my mom, who I told I was quitting today. Then I called the shift manager at my old job at an ice cream shop and arranged to get my old job back. In total, that took 5 minutes so no one noticed I was gone.

I was gonna gracefully exit at the end of my shift, not leaving my coworker alone, but I thought fuck it. I looked at Jordan and said "You know what? I'll do it right now." Followed by Xavier excitedly yelling "Savage" as I clocked out, I grabbed my stuff and Jordan's money, and walked out to my car.

I started driving through the parking lot, right past my manager on her umpteenth smoke break. I looked her dead in the eye. It felt SO good to see the look of confusion, then rage well up on her face as I drove slowly past her while she was unaware of what had happened inside. Shouldn't have been smoking half your shift away while you were in charge of others.

My manager wouldn't let me back in when I came back with the snacks. (Jordan did get them, though. No worries.)

Another detail is this building was two restaurants smashed together, the other one rhyming with Bappa Bons. I walked over to get that pizza I mentioned to my mom for my dinner. My friend, Caroline, was the manager at Bappa Bons and HATED Jessica. She was ecstatic to hear I quit, and gave me a farewell present of a large pizza, a two liter Pepsi, and a giant dessert brownie.

Well Jessica, you got me a free pizza dinner, so at least you were good for something.

TL:DR My manager was a nasty person and nasty smoker, so I quit by driving right past her slowly while she was on one of her dozen smoke breaks. Got a free pizza after due to mutual hatred of this terrible manager.

(source) story by (/u/PeppermintCarnations)

[atomvee]

When I made a tumblr account I always told myself not to speak out or get involved in any fandoms but y'know what? Screw that.

Rant up ahead:

Let's all just remember that there's another villian called Loki who has also done horrible things like: killing his father(wow the same as Lucio except that his father was proud of him), trying to kill his stepdad, trying to kill his brother, almost killed his step-mom, wore his brother's ex-girlfriend's body, killed millions of people, reduced the entire Earth to dust at one point in AOA(all these things happened in the comics, FEW in the movies) but people say NOTHING about him. They stan him and worship him on a pedestal.

The moment someone like Lucio, who is not even 5% of the person Loki is, comes up, people ridicule him and says he doesn't deserve redemption and people who stan him are stupid. Like, are y'all antis okay? Like, right in the head? This is double standards everyone. Both villians were abused but only one is somehow an 'exception'.

I'm a person of color, and all these weird white knights think that if they defend someone fictional(Nadia) from being called a bitch and then calling the Lucio stans 'racist', they will get extra points from society.

Well, here's a news flash for you: you don't. You just look stupid. Nadia is a fictional character for crying out loud. And for the animal abuse? You think that's FINE because they loved Lucio? Wow. Nice to know.

Some animal lover you are.

People have the right to dislike Nadia(dislike NOT hate. There's a difference) for the dogs and for literally using the MC in a deal. But don't go after them and say that they're racist and that they're defending a 'white man'. Like they're not attacking Nadia stans for her color, that's just stupid. Only an idiot would do that on this particular site....

I understand if you don't like Lucio but don't go after his fans for crying out loud. Can't you see that they're suffering?

I personally am not triggered by gore, cannibalism, etc but some people are. Not all people are the same as you. I agree the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows but certain things CAN AND WILL traumatise someone.

I'm upset at the devs for not using trigger warnings. That's just wrong. For a pg13 game..... there are bound to be kids playing this game and it won't help that someone was EATEN in a 'good' route. 'Bittersweet' my ass.

I am not defending Lucio like I'm not defending Loki for all the bad things he has done. This is the same for all villians with a abusive/traumatic backstory.

Loki got a redemption arc so why not Lucio? Oh wait. I forgot. Because Lucio is a poorly written villian who is now a meme AND a punching bag. I get you make fun of him, I do as well, but don't take it too far.

It sucks that the devs are becoming like the fans as well, making him a literal shitbag for everyone to hate.

They said he was a mercenary yet he apparently 'tuck tail and ran' like, what the hell was that? That's like saying someone who knows how to swim DROWNS when they're pushed into a lake.

And you antis saying things like Lucio stans only like him for his 'looks'? What the hell? Let me tell you something, if you believe that then go after Loki stans as well who most of them went after him because he was acted by Tom Hiddleston. Go on, I DARE YOU.

If don't have the balls to do that then don't attack tumblrs who are trying their BEST consoling fans for how he was treated in the latest arcana update. That's just childish.

Don't get me wrong, I love Arcana. It's one of the best romance games I've ever played which allows you to use your own pronouns. It's just that this update was so rushed and doesn't feel right. I would prefer an update that takes a long time but has quality writing. Nadia wasn't herself in the latest update and I was surprised of the things she could do in the reverse ending.

If you don't like Lucio, then don't attack his fans. Simple. Lucio stans are suffering right now so leave them alone. I'm sure as a decent human being you are capable of that.

If you are a Lucio stan I just want to say I'm sorry for the people who are hating on you. They're just wrong for saying all these things about Lucio. This however, does not give you the right to attack Nadia's fans. If someone bothers you, block them. They are clearly children who don't understand why you stan someone like Lucio in the first place.

That's all from me, a fellow person who loves this game as much as you do.

And guess what? You Lucio antis can't attack me since apparently I'm a person of color and if you do then you're basically a hypocrite and 'racist' by YOUR OWN words.