#my mom finally got stung at least

[seabeck]

It’s been a terrible year for ground yellow jackets, they are everywhere and in the woods right now there’s just a constant buzzing noise because of how many there are. Yesterday we managed to find one practically right on the trail at a switch back (actually we found 3 but we avoided the other two..). The dogs stirred it up, my mom who was first screamed to run, and I had to run back down the trail because there was a massive cloud of wasps pouring out of the nest. Even though I was quite a bit back I managed to get stung on my ear and to avoid the nest I had to cut the switch back (I don’t normally do this but I was not running through 20+ wasps who had already marked me).

Thankfully the next one was partially dug up by an animal and was too focused on that and the one after that we just held the dogs for (my mom’s dog by her collar, and mine like a purse because she bites if I walk her by her collar??)

#my mom finally got stung at least #it either hitched a ride or followed up up the trail

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

#my writing #resident evil #leon kennedy #fuckboy!leon #angst #wahhhhhh wahhh wahhhh wahhhh

[pinkrelish]

I know many people though the romantic relationship aspect in FOI was unnecessary, and whilst I partially agree with that, I also kinda liked it because it was some of the only time in the book we got to see Eddie happy.

As you said this actually a pretty sad book and Eddie spends most if his time in it anxious or angry, so seeing any happy moments weaved in there made me happy too.

so, i'm gonna use this as a jumping point to talk about my take on the paige plot line. this is just my interpretation, and if you read the book differently, then that's your take. our views are shaped by our individual life experiences, and those factors influence the lens which we digest media in the context that it is given. if you don't agree, then that's your experience.

that is to say—

i felt bad for paige for most of it. eddie kinda sucks lol.

i hesitate to even call it romance because that has a certain connotation, and as someone who almost exclusively reads and writes romance, very little about their relationship comes across as romantic to me.

to build context, at the beginning of the book schneiderhan makes a nod* at a popular fanfic trope: girls using eddie because they want to know what it's like to 'get with the freak'. he says he doesn't mind this because "he's not looking to be anyone's boyfriend anyway," and this self-reflection rung true to me.

eddie's initial attraction to paige stems from 1) her being pretty, 2) she treats him like a person and not a "munson," and importantly, 3) she could get him infront of an important record producer.

in his monologues where he's visualizing his future and what he's looking forward to: being a rock hero, hellfire, getting money from his dad's scheme, california... he never names her. in fact, there's several opportunities for him to think about her, but he doesn't. she's a vehicle for two of those dreams, yet he forgets her. i'm a big romantic softy, so there were two times in particular it felt deliberate he didn't mention her when he thought about what he was excited for in the future, and it kind of stung ngl. he describes how happiness washes over him from the way she looks at him, and when they're together (in a sexual context) he remarks in his head about how he wants it to last forever, but it's like once she's off the page, she's gone.

at one point he runs inner commentary about how he never saw a future for himself where he'd do the whole meeting-someone's-parents thing, so he defaults to what he sees in romance movies. he opens the van door for paige and helps her inside. he gets flowers and expensive chocolates for her mom when he's invited over for dinner. but he rarely like... talks to paige about anything that's not related to the record deal, or what she's doing in town lmao. we as an audience barely learn anything about her. and maybe that's because it's the plot line in the book the least, or because the book itself is short, but *shrug*.

they clearly both like each other, that much is clear. he gets nervous around her, it's sweet. but it was equally clear from my interpretation that she likes him more than he likes her, and while they're both using each other (him for the record deal, her to move up in her industry's hierarchy by proving to her boss that she can provide him with a rockstar in the making), their relationship is very shallow and just sex, especially on his part. "not looking to be anybody's boyfriend."

i don't know if all that sums into it being unnecessary because i personally appreciate and pour over any context we're given in how he would treat potential romantic partners, but it did make me feel bad for paige since by the final reveal at the end of the book, it comes across like she invested more into the "relationship" than he did, and his last interaction with her probably felt extra shitty, even if both of them hesitated referring to each other as anything more than a friend or future roommate.

if anyone's not reading the book because they don't want to read about eddie falling in love with another girl, don't worry, it's not that deep for either of them lmao.

/* i don't know if the nod is intentional, but i've also used popular fandom tropes ("reader comes to eddie wanting weed, but is out of money and pays for it with sex") in my own work and thought it was a neat inclusion.

#flight of icarus #flight of icarus spoilers #eddie munson

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

Lemonade — Vada Cavell

When I was seven years old, my friend , Vada and I started a lemonade stand.  Ever since then, she and I have been inseparable.

It was a hot summer week, and quite frankly, we had nothing to do. Her mom had just gotten back from the store and asked us to unpack the groceries. Neither of us wanted to, but like I said earlier, we had nothing else to do.

"Oh my goddd the weather is killing me!" I complained, putting the milk carton in the fridge. She nodded in agreement.

"Look!" she squealed, "lemons!" She takes out a huge bag of lemons.

"That's a lot of lemons, V," I laughed.

"Buy tuh-woo, get three free," she desperately tried to read the label.

"You mean buy two get three free?" I tried to raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "we should make lemonade!"

I got out her mom's fancy pitcher and a knife, and miraculously didn't get cut while slicing the lemons. Less miraculously, the juicing of the lemons on multiple occasions stung our eyes.

"Okay, we gotta add lots of sugar," Vada told me, tasting the pure lemon juice. Her face puckered up in a way that even then I knew was not good.

"I love sugar!" I smiled, pouring an unhealthy portion of sugar in.

By the end of the afternoon, we made one dollar an seventeen cents with our one sale to the boy, Nick, down the street. 

"We should go buy candy!" Vada's eyes lit up.

"Ooh! M&M's! And jolly ranchers! And gummies!"

That was also the day we learned that there's not much you can but for $1.17.

It was a devastating day.

Twelve years later...

"Hi Vada," I exclaim, running up to the shorter brunette, giving her an obligatory head pat before enveloping her in a hug.

"Hi!" she smiles widely. I love her smile so much.

"What do you wanna do today?" I ask.

"What's there to do?" she replies. We end up lying down on her trampoline for at least an hour, scrolling through TikTok's together.

"What is it with the Lana Del Rey, will you serve me Lemonade trend?" Vada says, confused.

"No idea," I confess, "but it's fun to see celebrity glow ups showcased by it."

"No, totally," she laughs, "You've totally gotten a glow up."

"No, you're literally hotter than the sun, shut up Vada!" Vada's definitely the prettiest girl I know. Everything about her is so flawlessly beautiful. She could literally wear the silliest most random outfit she found at the bottom of her closet and pull it off perfectly.

"You shut up!" 

We sit in silence for a moment, then an idea pops into my head.

"Let's make lemonade!" I decide. Vada shoots up excitedly, "yes please! Anything other than TikTok's!"

"I agree."

We set off to work, making (much better) lemonade than we made last time.

"Okay, first of all, your mom has a lemon juicing thingy now, which feels over the top fancy, but we should probably use it," I tell her.

"It's literally a thingy you put lemons on and twists them, that's not fancy!"

"Whatever, let's use it!"

We slice up the lemons and begin to juice them.

"Damn, if this is what giving handjobs to guys is like, I do not want to date guys. Honestly, not really into that even before this. Like honestly, they're not doing it for me," she rambles. Her rambles are the cutest thing. If you don't interrupt her, she can go one for hours about conspiracy theories, shows, books, songs. It's one of the many things I love about her.

"Vada, you're literally gay, you don't have to worry about handjobs."

"No you're literally gay!" she points a finger at me. I pretend to take offense, slapping a hand over my heart. Joking around with her is the highlight of any day.

"We're both gay, now work on the water to sugar to lemon ratio," I decide.

"Why are you turning lemonade into mathhhhh," she complains.

"Just work on it!" I exclaim.

"Anything for you, my dear," she winks at me.

We finally finish the lemonade after fifteen minutes of bickering. I'm excited to try it, honestly. I haven't had good lemonade in years.

"Will you give me some?" she asks, noticing I've poured myself a glass.

"Pay Up!" I laugh.

"Is $1.17 enough?" she asks innocently.

"Why, you got that much?"

"The exact same coins," she confesses. I blush at the fact that she's kept coins from twelve years ago that we earned selling lemonade this whole time. I've never seen her as the sentimental type

"Damn, I must have meant a lot to you," I tease her.

"Not as much as you mean to me now," she takes a step closer to me, booping my nose.

"Oh yeah," I say, "and how much is that?"

She smirks, taking the lemonade out of my hand and setting it down on the counter.

"Enough to do this," she cups my cheeks and stands on the tips of her toes to brush her soft lips against mine. I hate to sound like a stereotype, but I swear I can feel fireworks go off in my stomach. My arms wrap themselves around her waist before finding their way to her hips and gently pulling her closer. She tastes like lemons and sugar(unsurprisingly considering we're making lemonade). Such a perfect taste for such a hot day. I could get used to this. It's hard not to crave more and more.

It's funny that just a few nights ago we were making fun of couples on TV who were like this, and yet now we're completely totally a cliche.

"Sorry if I read that wrong," Vada apologizes after pulling away.

"You're not reading it wrong, don't worry," I reassure her, kissing her lips again.

#Vada cavell #jenna ortega #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x fem! reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell x y/n #Vada cavell x you #cute #lemonade #childhood memories #lana del ray will you serve me lemonade #the fallout #no trauma in this one #Fic #reader insert #x reader #Queer romance #lesbians #useless lesbians #gay people #little gay people in my phone

[luffyrose]

Hold for the Prince - DPxDC Fic to Be

As a quick note before this, I was asking my sister for help naming this prompt/fic and before I could even finish speaking she had gone;

"Felix."

With such confidence that I will now have to somehow get the name in this fic at some point XD

ANYWAY, onto the snippet of the fic I promised for today while I get back on track with my writing overall!

~~~ TW; Death, heavily implied gore, and all the fun stuff that comes with vivisecting a teenager! ~~~

It had been going so well.

Sitting nervously at the table, Danny’s hands tightened, hidden from his parent’s worried few. He opened his mouth, it dry and only a choked noise came out before he shut it with an audible click.

“Baby, I know we say you can tell us anything...and...I know we haven’t been the most, no, we haven’t been very present in a while now. Jazz helped us see that recently. I digress, but you don’t need to tell us anything hunny.”

He could almost laugh at the pure love he could hear in her voice. A part of him had been so close, so so close, to giving up on them. Then Jazz finally got through to the two. Finally, they paused in their obsessive work to look back toward them. The Fenton parents’ had finally turned back to look at their children. Those two little kids who’d gotten so much bigger, so much older, as they ran after ghosts. It had been a shock for them both to truly see their children so big and the entire week after they’d ignored multiple ghosts in turn of being there for them.

They’d even begun to listen.

Danny’s shaking eyes slowly rolled sideways, meeting the cold stare of his mothers.

It was just a few words. He could just say it. Just get it over with. Looking down at the hand that slowly gripped his own, he stared at the familiar nail polish of his sister. She’d promised to protect him, even if their parents didn’t agree. He didn’t want her to ever have to make that choice, but the words and gentle rub on his back had sent him to tears the night before.

Raising his hand slowly, shaky, he tried to reach outward. Tears burned his eyes, a horrible feeling of suffocating enveloping his throat as he-

“Dann-o, we’re here for you buddy! You tell us when you’re ready!”

Maddie nodded with a gentle file along with her husband. She’d never wanted to become like her own father, so enveloped in his work he never truly was her father, and maybe it stung just a bit to think that her kids probably felt at least some of what she’d known as a child.

“Just like the ghosts. It was...a lapse in judgment to believe they were all mindless, though I still believe those like the Wisconsin ghost are beyond evil with the idea that they do have true emotions. Truly, what insane-”

A cough from Jazz had their mother falling silent, a slightly sheepish smile on her face as she dropped it, instead looking back fully at Danny.

“Mom...Dad...I’m-”

His hands shook. Even the gentle pressure of his sister’s hands in his didn’t prevent it.

“Do you, remember when I got the portal working?”

Jack tilted his head, a clear sign of confusion from their brilliant yet simple father. However, Maddie’s face paled. It had been a secret that he’d...died...but it was impossible to hide the symptoms it brought. Even if he could barely remember his mother sitting beside his bed with a gentle hand running through his head as the initial aftershocks wore off...

“I didn’t actually- I, um...”

The words just wouldn’t leave his throat, the choked feeling coming back tenfold from earlier. It seemed as though the meaning began to come across however, both of their parents were much more somber and worried as they glanced at one another. Looking quickly away, he could feel the temperature drop, the way his fingertips were coated with frost. Quickly letting go of Jazz’s hand, he clenched his hands together between his legs. Whether this went well or bad, he refused to let his lack of control over his own emotions harm his sister.

“It may have...um, killed me...”

Now the cold of the room wasn’t from his own ice, but the silence. His voice was weak, terrified sounding he knew, but he quickly fought the wavering of his voice and continued.

“The electricity and ectoplasm both killed me and saved me, and I was really really lucky to not just die or become a full ghost or-” his breath caught, stuttering as his panic took over “-I became what they call a Halfa, half human half ghost and then things just all happened and you all were-”

A hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to tense, closing his eyes tightly.

“Danny...I’m so so sorry.”

Snapping his eyes upward he found tears. Both his parents were crying. Shakily reaching up toward their face, his mom’s other hand gently took his own.

“We never- oh my god, Danny- we never even knew, never noticed...I’m so so sorry, how could you ever stay when-”

Her voice was wet with emotion, arms quickly wrapping around him, much larger ones joining quickly as well. All tension left him as he felt his own chest shake from a sob. Surprised at his own crying, he let his parents hug him, let their warmth, regret, and sorrow just envelop him. It was so much to feel it all at once, but everything felt so real. His fears were unfounded, his pain recognized...his anger rewarded. Danny felt almost wrong to find some joy in their sorrow, but it was easily overpowered by his own grief.

Things would get better.

-tried to reach for his mother. Her body slumped in a pool of her own blood. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t cry...he couldn’t even scream.

Things had been going so well.

His parents had accepted him and had worked with him and the ghosts. They had listened and they had changed. For once he could relax. Yet things didn’t stay peaceful. The Observants nagged at him to come to the zone, to do what very few things he was required as the Prince of Ghosts. It was only a week in the zone. Just one.

He never would have left if he’d known what would have happened...never would have asked Jazz to come home a few days after he returned.

White hair stuck wet from his own blood, tears, and vomit to his own head. Eyes and arms still desperately aimed toward his mother, he didn’t dare to look toward her hand...toward the one laying loose within it. Danny couldn’t look at both of them, not when he was the reason they were now dead.

The GIW had learned of him.

It was the day he was planning to return, happily parting with the ghosts who’d agreed to leave the town alone for a few weeks so the family could mend. Stepping through the portal he’d been met with so many white suits he’d nearly missed his tied-up parents behind them all. Shaky eyes met his mother’s own.

“Danny run-!”

The words were lost on the boy as something struck him, electricity soaring through his feigns as a scream involuntarily left his throat.

He’d woken later to so much pain. The scientist were nothing like the agents. They didn’t fear getting dirty with his blood, didn’t panic at even the slightest gore as they tore him apart from the inside out. Didn’t’ blink as they simply slit his throat to stop his screams of pain and fear. How they simply decided that once enough pain was dealt with physically, they would continue to experiment while causing emotional pain.

Silent sobs escaped his trembling body, the hands that had been present within his open chest for what he was sure was at least the past few months finally nearing his core.

His parents had been locked away so near yet so far from him, being used to cause him pain. They’d finally decided to see what death would cause. The pure sorrow and distress his core reverberated finally gave them more of an area to search. Danny couldn’t even care about the nearing hands, trying so desperately for any strength to reach his parents. He wanted to be with them. Even if it meant dying, he didn’t want to be alone.

“...If this is the react ...... would it’s ‘friends’ or ..... Fenton girl cause .... solid read?...”

In an instant, his mind became clear, time feeling so slow as everything just changed. The air was cold, and he no longer felt himself shaking, not even his eyes despite the blurriness of his tears still present. It took him far too long to realize he was no longer on the table, far longer to realize he wasn’t actually in control. His mind pulled in on itself, begging him to fall into the much more comforting darkness than the harsh reality around him.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍A̶̯͂̽G̸͇̜̚ͅḢ̶̡͠ͅ”

The loud echoey roar almost pulled him right back from the void he was falling into, and yet he only felt a harsher tug, slipping fully away.

A bright symbol appeared hastily on every available screen within the large meeting room. Silence enveloped it as the shape changed into a video, no noise coming through yet, but clear ongoing destruction present just outside a small town. Nobody spoke while waiting for the audio to come through, yet nobody had been ready for it either.

“G̷̡̡͇͆͋A̷̭͋Ḁ̷̰̈́̈̍R̷͇̻̹͒̓͌A̷̭͋Ḣ̶̡͠ͅ”

The deafening sound had many covering their ears, horrified by it. As the roar ended, a single voice spoke, shaking in what everybody could tell was dawning horror. The words only sparked distress in many.

“Bloody hell, it’s crying-”

~~~

I know that there's not really much DC present in this yet- BUT IT'S THERE! You could call this the prologue to the fic that it will one day become >:3c

As always I love hearing people thoughts or ideas so if you even just wanna say something small please do :D

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jasmine fenton #dp #fenton family #I am remembering how much I hate trying to make sure I got the tags I need on these- #Local British man makes a semi-appearance #he was at the meeting for once and is horrified by the crying eldritch horror #especially because he can HEAR the sorrow and pain through a video

[foreverindreamlandd]

Locker Drama

Pairing: Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 2.3k

Summary: Your locker neighbor, Tommy, can't seem to stop being an asshole to you. Even though they're technically friends, Steve draws the line when it comes to picking on someone who is apparently extremely important to him.

Warnings: Bullying, body image, fatphobia, protective Steve, does not contain spoilers for the show Stranger Things. Unedited because I am a piece of human garbage :,)

Note: Okay....so this is going to be the first fic within the Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader world. It's going to be a very loosely-structured series, friends to lovers with no real timeline (next fic could be them married with ten kids....kidding but you get the gist lol....hopefully). I hope you enjoy it! :)

*****

“All I’m saying is that when I grow up, I’m going to become Vice Principal of a school and tell any student athlete who thinks they have the right to skip finals and not do their homework to fuck off.”

You blanched at your best friend, shaking your head as you put your math books in your locker. “Robin, I’m pretty sure if you told a student to fuck off you would be fired on site.”

Robin groaned, head tilting up in frustration and leaning against the closed lockers beside yours.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll just give them the detentions they deserve rather than just letting them off the hook for being the golden children of the school. Us band kids have more brains and talent than any of those boneheads and we get diddly squat.”

“At least we can find solace in the fact that we most likely won’t peak in high school.” You grabbed your supplies for science class. “Well, you might actually, if you end up working at one, Mrs. Vice Principal.”

Your lips quirked up into a smug grin as Robin groaned again, this time turning to lean her forehead on the locker.

“Okay, new plan,” she said. “How about-”

“Can you believe Mr. Cooper gave me an F on my paper?” You fought back a groan as the whiney voice of your locker neighbor approached. “I know I got every answer right because I was copying off of that redhead’s work!”

Tommy Hagan - whom you affectionately referred to as Freckles - strolled over to the locker next to yours, head turned in the other direction at his girlfriend Carol as she pressed her body against his.

Though she was tiny, it was enough force to knock Tommy back and bump into you.

He turned to sneer at you. “Watch it, Tubby.” 

Your heartbeat quickened as both rage and shame flooded through you. At least the nickname you had given Freckles was somewhat tame. Tommy gave you one look up and down at the beginning of the school year and immediately deemed you as Tubby.

The first time he said it, you had thought you were hallucinating. It had always been your biggest insecurity, ever since you had put on weight in middle school, and kept putting it on up until this point no matter how many miles you ran and how many diet programs your mom had you try. Still, most of your peers had the courtesy of not saying anything, just letting you exist as long as you kept quiet and didn’t cause any problems.

Not Tommy, though. He just liked to push people’s buttons, and although he was dumb as rocks, he had a knack for identifying the things that hurt you the most.

The nickname stung like salt to a wound, but you knew to keep your head down and stay quiet. You saw what happened when people tried to fight back with Tommy. It only made him want to ramp it up.

He relished in the attention.

Your dearest, hot-headed best friend did not understand that, though, so when she heard his crude remark she scoffed. “Excuse you, numbnuts. But you’re the one who crashed into her.”

You narrowed your eyes at Robin, silently telling her to stop as Carol mewled. “Watch out, baby, you’re upsetting the freaks.”

“Yeah, well, I’m upset that I have to be in such close proximity as them all day!” Tommy’s voice grew louder as he opened his locker, side intentionally bumping into you once more to make a point. “All I’m saying is that it would be nice to have a locker next to someone who took up so much space! I can barely move around here.”

Carol giggled as tears started to burn your eyes. You kept your face in your locker in an attempt to hide your large frame from the world.

Maybe if I stand still for long enough I’ll just blend in and no one will notice me.

With your locker door still open, Tommy was out of view, so you only heard the slam of his door and a small yelp from Carol.

“That’s enough, Tommy,” a familiar voice declared.

Tommy scoffed. “Come on, Harrington. Just airing my grievances.” You could hear the dumb smile on his face.

“No, you’re just being a dick.”

You allowed yourself one small, almost unnoticeable smile.

“Why your panties all up in a bunch, King Steve? Am I being mean to your girlfriend or something?”

Your smile dropped.

There was a few moments of silence, and you could only imagine the type of disgusted face Steve was making then. 

“Just shove off and get to class before another teacher flunks you and you can’t be on the team anymore,” Steve responded, the fight gone from his voice, switching to the charismatic popular guy that almost everyone knew and loved.

This Steve made you sick to your stomach.

Regardless of the disappointment you felt, Steve’s shift in demeanor was enough to distract Tommy. “Ms. Pine would never flunk me, especially now that her daughter is on the cheerleading team. Gotta make sure our team makes her look as good as possible, which means I get a free ride through history.”

You heard him mumble a let’s go, baby to Carol and then the hallway immediately became less tense.

You still couldn’t move, though, still horrified by the public humiliation.

“I’ll kill that asshole,” Robin muttered, crossing her arms.

“It’s fine,” you whispered, quickly wiping your tears. 

“Hey.”

The familiar voice, now much softer and more sympathetic, was right behind you.

You closed your eyes for a second and willed the tears away before turning.

Steve Harrington stood in front of you, hands in his pockets and shoulders sagged, hair perfectly swooped to the side.

His lips were pressed into a thin line. “Sorry about that.” He shrugged. “Tommy’s an idiot.”

“He’s also a jerk, and still your best friend,” Robin cut in, glaring at Steve.

You watched him bite the inside of his cheek as his eyes flashed to Robin, running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine.” It seemed as if those were the only two words you were capable of saying.

“It’s not fine,” they both said at the same time, Robin with much more bite and Steve with a quiet assurance.

They both locked eyes in shock that they managed to agree on something, horror painting across their faces.

You couldn’t help but giggle at it.

Steve’s eyes went back to you, smile spreading across his face at the sound of your laugh.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, head tilting down a bit, making it so that his large, deep brown eyes stared into yours through his long lashes.

You fought the butterflies as they tried to swarm your stomach. 

“I’m fi- okay,” you said, switching words when Steve’s eyes narrowed.

He nodded. “I’ll deal with Tommy. Meet you after school?”

You nodded back. “Sounds good, Steve.” 

His smile grew ever so slightly when you said his name, and after making eye contact with Robin - who continued to glare at him - he walked down the hallway to his next class.

“You know I love you,” she said, shoulder leaning against the locker, “but I’ll never understand why you let that guy breathe the same air as you.”

You huffed. “It’s not like we’re besties, Robin.” Well, you used to be, but that was before Steve started high school and became an instant celebrity at Hawkins High. When Steve Harrington was just Stevie, and he was your favorite person in the entire world.

Now?

“He’s just my ride. As if I’d give up the BMW so I can ride the bus where the rest of the bullies dwell.”

She pursed her lips, still not buying it.

You sighed. “He’s a good person, Robin, I promise.”

At that, she scoffed, shaking her head and wrapped her arm around your neck to lead you to your next class.

“You’ve spent too much time in close proximity with Freckles, Y/n,” she muttered. “His idiot brain is starting to run off on you.”

*****

“How the hell do you have a B in chemistry?” Steve asked, shaking his head as you both got out of the car. “Erikson is brutal. I barely managed to get a D.”

“Hate to break it to you Steve,” you said while swinging your backpack over your shoulder, “but some studies show that doing your work and paying attention in class helps you learn enough to get a good grade.”

He whined, steps falling in line with yours as you approached the school building. “I bet it’s all a hoax. You actually suck at school and have found some new top-secret method of cheating.”

You gasped, feigning offense. “How dare you try to unveil my master plan and risk destroying my reputation as the school nerd?”

Steve laughed, opening the door for you as you walked in. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

The two of you shared a small smile as you headed down the hallway. Your locker was closest to the entrance, so you prepared to break away and not see Steve until the end of school.

So it confused you when his stride continued to match yours, slowing as you both veered off to your locker.

Your eyes narrowed at him, slowly putting in your combination. “Listen Steve, I know you promised to keep things with Tommy handled, but I promise you don’t have to be my bodyguard anytime I’m at my locker.”

Steve’s head jerked back as he gave you a confused look, raising his hand to the lock of Tommy’s locker. “What do you mean? This is where all my stuff is.”

Your fingers began mindlessly turning your own lock, suddenly forgetting the combination as you stared at him wide eyed. “What…”

“I switched lockers,” he said with a casual shrug. You could see the corners of his lips twitch as he fought back a smile.

“You what?”

“What? It’s no big deal, Y/n. Tommy seemed to have such a big issue being here, whereas I think this is prime real estate.”

You bit your bottom lip, stomach turning to knots. “Steve…”

“It’s fine, Y/n. Besides, it makes sense that we’re neighbors in school and at home.” His face turned serious for a moment. “I told you I’d handle it. Now, you don’t have to worry.”

You scowled. “He’s still your friend, though. So he can come here and harass me anytime he wants-”

Steve shook his head. “Nope. Told him if he stepped foot anywhere near here that I’d have coach put him on the bench for the rest of the season.” He opened his locker, tossing his bag in and grabbing his books. His brows rose when he turned back to your still stunned expression. “Are you going to open your locker yet? Don’t want to be late for class and ruin that master plan of yours, Miss Cheaterpants.”

A bark of a laugh erupted from your chest and you lightly slapped Steve on the arm, pulling giggles from your new locker neighbor.

It brought an overwhelming sense of relief, having him by your side instead of Tommy. For months, you dreaded stopping here between classes, shielding yourself for another snide comment from Freckles.

Now, you didn’t need to worry. Steve was here, and though you weren’t the best friends you had been your whole lives, having him by your side made this spot finally feel like a safe space.

You turned your attention back to your lock, opening the door and grabbing books for your first class.

The worst part about Tommy’s complaints were that technically it was sometimes true. You did take up more space than others, meaning that your arm would inevitably wiggle around in his area as you moved.

And so, of course, the same thing would happen with Steve.

When your hip bumped against his, any sense of relief you had felt crumbled in seconds, the familiar feeling of shame the only thing left in its wake. 

Steve felt your body go rigid, and he rested a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he said, turning your body to face him. There was a tenderness in his face that you hadn’t seen in years. “The shit that he said yesterday, what I assume he’s been saying…it’s all bullshit, Y/n.”

You tried to shrug and force a smile, but Steve knew you better than that, and his hand squeezed your shoulder. “No, listen.” His eyes pierced yours, face leaning forward until it was inches from yours. “What he said was absolute bullshit, and he’s a complete idiot for not realizing how lucky he was to be so close to you all the time.”

His breath tickled your skin, causing you to blink a few times as you tried to identify the tone he was using as he said this. This was nothing like the Steve you grew up with, nor was it the voice of King Steve, ruler of Hawkins High.

This was something different, and it brought heat to your core.

He seemed to lose himself for a moment, leaning less than an inch closer and the movement was so overwhelming your breath hitched. That seemed to be enough to break the tension, and Steve swallowed, standing straight and grabbing his books.

“I should get going,” he murmured, using his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. He gave you a small smile. “See you next period?”

You blinked a few more times, bobbing your head up and down slowly.

Steve bit his bottom lip, staring at you for a few more seconds before closing his locker door and heading down the hallway.

Your gaze remained on the spot he had been standing at moments ago, a part of you wondering if you were dreaming.

Maybe the new locker situation wouldn’t be as easy as you thought….

*****

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Two Birds On A Wire

Word Count: 1.7k

Lincoln McQuoid/Aquino & Valen Ebony (ILITW MC), background mentions of Lincoln x ILW MC and Lucas x ILITW MC

A/N: Fun fact for those who don't know, for the second half or so of ILW I was actually on the dev team, first as a senior tester and then as a junior writer. As a result I got to program some scenes into my person copy of the game, one of which is this one! I finally turned it into a proper fic and I plan to do the same with a Dan x MC scene later so stay tuned

“Which reminds me,” Lincoln said with a small smile and a sidelong glance at Val. “I actually legally changed my name just a few days ago.”

“You did?” Abel replied.

“Yeah. I took my mom’s maiden name,” Lincoln nodded. “So I’m Lincoln Aquino now. I didn’t think I could handle that name following me around after all my father did, so…”

Val’s eyes fell to the ground at the reminder. ‘My’ father. Just a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. But now it came with a bit of sting. Not that it wasn’t honest. Matthias had him only to be used. He’d never considered Val a son. Never kept an eye on him, probably didn’t even know his name. Only led Val’s friends to resurrect him to further his own plan. He wasn’t even the man on Val’s birth certificate. But that was why it stung. Technically it should be ‘our’ dad. But it never really was.

But if he was honest with himself, the lack of the word ‘our’ hurt less in relation to their father and more in relation to Lincoln. Val was no stranger to absent parents, so that wasn’t anything new. Siblings? Val was still wrapping his head around that. Lincoln was his brother. And neither of them had said a single thing about it, at least not to each other. They just kept dancing around each other and honestly? Val was perfectly happy with that.

If they never had a conversation Lincoln wouldn’t say the things Val was sure he was thinking. Val wasn’t just his half-brother, Matthias had him via an affair with Val’s mother (which they had a very spirited conversation about that involved some screaming, some crying, and threats of divorce). Val was a reminder of what a horrible person his, their, father was, and especially the horrible things he’d done to the mother Lincoln adored. Lincoln was a great guy. Val didn’t think Lincoln would blame him, even if Val would get it if he did. But he imagined it must be hard to look at him.

No matter Val’s own feelings, Lincoln seemed to be shedding his past, and Val couldn’t help the pride that overtook that little sting. It honestly sounded like a great idea. Not that Val really had anything to change his last name to. For just a moment he caught the eye of a certain ex-class president across the yard and couldn’t help a small smile. Maybe he would one day.

But for now, Val looked over at Lincoln with that same smile. 

“I think Lincoln Aquino is a great name,” He said.

“I agree,” Abel said. “You don’t need to carry something around that reminds you of him, especially not after what he did."

Lincoln’s smile turned sheepish as he looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

Abel paused abruptly, craning his neck and looking around. He must have found whatever he was looking for because a smirk appeared on his face for a split second before he hid it, clearing his throat and standing.

“I think Amalia is calling me over,” Abel told them. 

“What?” Lincoln glanced over at Amalia who was mid-conversation with Castor and Jocelyn. “No she’s not.”

“You two have fun!” Abel grinned. Oh that little shit. Val and Lincoln must have figured out what Abel was doing at the same time as they both spoke up.

“Wait-” Val objected as Lincoln simultaneously protested “Abel-!”

But Abel completely ignored their pleas and wandered off to Amalia, Jocelyn, and Castor, leaving Val and Lincoln alone at the fire. 

They sit there in an awkward silence, Val just messing with his necklace praying Abel would come back and give him an excuse to leave. He couldn’t just get up when it was just Lincoln, it would make it so obvious he was avoiding him. He switched to lightly biting the ring pendant on the necklace as he thought. He had to say something, right? Unless Lincoln was avoiding him too in which case maybe he should stay quiet for both of their sakes? Well unfortunately this silence was eating him alive

“So uh,” Val cleared his throat. “How’re you and Julian?”

Val knew the answer. He’d talked to Julian not even ten minutes ago.

“Good,” Lincoln replied. “We’re good.”

“Great.”

More silence. 

Eventually Val sighed. Obviously avoiding each other was getting nowhere and he had a sneaking feeling Abel not returning was on purpose.

“He’s probably right,” Val pointed out. “We should talk about this at some point.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lincoln admitted. “But what do you even say about this kind of thing?”

Val snickered. “What, you’ve got a secret bastard brother three days before your father dies trying to kill you both?”

“Don’t call yourself a bastard,” Lincoln snapped. Val’s eyebrows raised in a mix of shock and confusion.

“Why not?” Val wondered. “I mean, I am. Matthias obviously had me while he was still married to your mom. It was an affair, plain and simple. I, I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for it.”

“Why would I hate you?” Lincoln questioned, genuine confusion on his face. 

“Because I’m living proof of your dad being a cheating asshole?”

“No.”

Lincoln turned in his chair to fully face Val and Val turned to meet him, the awkward tension of his shoulders turning to anxiety as he waited for whatever Lincoln wanted to say. Lincoln met his eyes and Val found he actually wanted to meet them. Whatever Lincoln said he wanted to truly absorb it.

“Look, I don’t really know what I’m doing here,” Lincoln confessed. “I have no idea how to be a brother. I screwed up the closest thing I had to it, bad. But I don’t think you’re a bastard.”

Lincoln’s face shifted from solemnity to rage. “If anyone’s a bastard it’s him. He had you just to use and then throw away when it suited him. It;s messed up and wrong and…and you deserve better.”

For a moment, Val didn’t know what he wanted to say. Even if he did he had a feeling the words would get caught on the emotions clogging his throat. This hadn’t been how he’d expected this conversation to go. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting exactly but he’d considered anything from indifference to disgust to full on hate. But what Lincoln was looking at him with felt more so like affection. Protectiveness. 

Lincoln leaned over and after a moment of consideration put his hand on Val’s knee and Val froze. Something felt fragile about this. Rather than two adults navigating a complicated a difficult family secret they felt like two hurt boys who more than anything were scared. Scared of their dad, scared of the monsters in the woods, and scared of the big feelings too complicated to understand. One wrong move could send one or both of them running but there was a gravity pulling them together and blocking out the rest of the world.

“This whole thing is messed up and weird,” Lincoln said.

“Us being messed up and weird too doesn’t really help,” Val commented.

“Not really,” Lincoln agreed. “I want to be part of your life, and I want you to be part of mine. We may not have grown up together but he took everything else from us, I don’t want him to take our chance to be brothers too. But only if you want that too.” 

Val was grinning so wide his face hurt, his vision blurred from slight tears. Val had never had a sibling, hell he’d never had family that wanted him. Connor was the closest thing he’d had. But here was Lincoln telling him that even with everything that had happened and their origins he still wanted to try to be Val’s brother. 

“I’d like that,” Val said. “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Lincoln grinned too. 

“You being in Vegas might make it a pain though,” Val remembered. “Give me your phone.”

Lincoln unlocked his phone before handing it over. Val opened the contacts and entered in his name and his new phone number. Connor had helped him get a new phone finally, one that didn’t die fucking constantly. You handed Lincoln his phone back.

“There,” Val said. “And you better actually text me. I know technology isn’t your strong suit.”

“You talk to the twins too much,” Lincoln sighed.

“I’m gonna be talking to them way more now.”

“We’ve been brothers for five minutes and you’re teasing me.”

“I have twenty-two years of it to catch up on!”

“You have a point,” Lincoln hummed in consideration and glanced toward the cabin with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve known your friends since you were little, right?”

“Oh no, no no no no,” Val shook his head. “This is backfiring fast.”

Lincoln barked out a laugh and Val joined him. The sound broke the fragility around them and Lincoln sat up, his hand falling off Val’s knee. But neither of them ran. Now the silence was comfortable and easy.

“You know,” Lincoln spoke up. “I don’t go back to Vegas until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Are you asking to hang out with me?” Val grinned.

“Maybe I am,” Lincoln smiled too.

“We’re definitely hanging out now,” Val declared. “I know where we’re going too. If you really want to learn about me as a kid we’re going to Pizza Mega.”

“That sounds like a place middle-schoolers hang out.”

“That’s because it is.”

The two of them conversed a bit about their schedules and picked a time, including some logistics before Val spotted Abel on his way back over so he stood up but Lincoln stopped him before he could walk away.

“I’ll see you around, buddy, okay?” Lincoln said and Val’s heart soared at the casual nickname.

“You’re damn right,” Val agreed.

With one more wave to both Lincoln and Abel. Val returned to the rest of the memorial.

#val ebony #playchoices #choices #it lives in the woods #ilitw #it lives within #ilw #it lives anthology #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln aquino

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 1

For @phicphight

Words: 994 (For this chapter)

Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.( By @erebecula )

Summary: Danny Fenton was just fourteen when his parents built a submarine. It was designed to travel to a world unseen. When it couldn't handle the water pressure, his folks quit, but Danny was stupid and went inside of it.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Drowning

This is chapter one of this series which will probably become my pet project this month.

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        Drs. Fenton are marine biologists who have been trying to prove the existence of mers for years. One of their pet projects was a special sub that could help them capture a specimen or two, as well as travel deep enough to find them. Danny was cleaning their lab when he noticed the sub in all its glory. He was curious about the strange vessel and decided to board it. While he was looking around the cockpit, he accidentally bumped a button on the control panel. An alarm blared as the sub was dropped into the depths of the surprisingly deep lake.

    The sub went down and cracked under the pressure. Water rushed in and filled the cockpit. Danny started to tread water. It was no use. Eventually, there was no air left in the sub. The lake water stung his eyes. Danny held his breath as long as he could. He needed to inhale, but he couldn't. Water rushed into his airway, and he started to choke. The lake filled his lungs and he couldn't breath. This was it. He was stupid for ever boarding the sub. His vision blurred. He'll never get to say goodbye to his family or his friends. Danny will never get to be an astronaut. At least, he'll be among the stars. Goodbye world. Everything went black.

     "We got a pulse!" A muddled voice spoke. Danny's eyes flew open as he lurched forward and coughed out a bunch of water onto the blanket on top of him. He was in a hospital, sitting on a gurney. He looked over to see a doctor and nurses as well as his family. His head ached like there was no tomorrow. How did they find him? He was at least 5000 ft below. 

    "What happened?" He asked groggily.

    "We were wondering if you could answer that," his mom said, "we found you washed up on the beach. You-you didn't have a pulse and you weren't breathing. Jazz called the doctor while I started giving you CPR. We were so scared Danny! We thought we were gonna lose you."

    At this point his mother started to cry and pulled him into a hug.

   "Those damned mer probably did this," his dad replied, "I, Jack Fenton, swear to tear them apart for what they did!"

    Danny knew at some point he had to figure out how he got on shore, but in the meantime he was tired. He decided to get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow he'll be able to go home.

    A blue man with a whipy beard appeared. His complexion was both young and old at the same time. His form appeared to shift with the shimmering in the water between a child, an adult, and an elder. His face wore a gentle smile. He summoned a ball of blue light and blew it towards Danny.

  "You're destined for great things young halfa. You will unite the land and sea. It's only a matter of time."

    The man smiled and faded away.

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    Danny woke up super thirsty. He looked around the hospital room for some water. Thankfully, he was given some breakfast which included something to drink. Today he had to do some final check-ups so he can go home.

    The day dragged on. Most of the time he spent texting his friends Sam and Tucker, telling them that he was okay. The doctors came and cleared him. The only concerning thing was his slightly colder body temperature, but that should hopefully go away soon.

    The Fenton Assault Vehicle (equipped with harpoons and nets) rolled up into the driveway of their house. It felt good to be home. Danny walked up to his room and pulled out some clothes for a shower. The grime from the ocean still clung to his skin.

    Danny turned on the faucet in the bath. He ran his hand under the water to see what temperature it was at before he turned to place down his clean clothes. Not a moment after he set his clean clothes down did he notice something shiny on his hand. Were those scales? Sure enough on the back of his hand was blotched with iridescent black scales. He rubbed his hand with a towel, and they disappeared. Maybe he should just go to bed. He's so tired he must be seeing things. Yeah that's it. Just tired.

     Danny laid down in bed and looked out his window towards Lake Amity. He watched the water lap slightly against the sand. It was quite peaceful. A sense of longing filled his heart as he stared at the still, murky waters. He wanted to be out there in the stillness. He has no idea why, especially since he literally drowned like two days ago. He watched the light shimmer against the water and the temptation grew worse. He NEEDED to be out there. The water was calling.

     Danny told his family he was going for a walk and strolled to the rocky beach. He walked over to a part of the cove where he could be alone. The water was calling him.

     Danny stepped into the water and walked in. Scales grew wherever the water touched. He felt rejuvenated. Finally, he walked so deep his head was the only thing above water. The supernatural draw of the lake caused him to go further still, until he was fully submerged. His legs fused and grew into a beautiful black tail with green fins. The black in his hair melted into a snowy white, and his eyes became an emerald green. Gills etched their way on his neck that enabled him to breathe. Webbing grew between his fingers. A dorsal fin sprouted on his back, punching a hole through his shirt. He was no longer just Danny Fenton, the son of  weird marine biologists . He was something new. He was a mer, or at least half of one.

   The water called him, and he answered her.

#danny phanton #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fanfiction #mermaid au #and he answered #danny fenton

[elycore]

I don't know if requests are still open but I've been thinking about Raiden Shogun's ability to create clones of herself in her boss battle and I was thinking about how hot it would be if Scaramouche could utilise that ability for more entertaining purposes

hi, anon!! thinks about sex immediately (to be fair, thats the appropiate context) yes, requests are open~ 3p scara x reader? sure can do! i'm thinking this will work like seele and veliona (breedable waifus, search them up) where 'kunikuzushi' is like part of scara, like veliona is with seele but instead of both sharing one body like seele and veli, scara can let kunikuzushi out in his own physical form so theres two of them at the same time...

fem!mean!dom!reader x two.. sub!bottom!scaramouches? (they fuck in the living room because they're all degenerates)((scaramouche = jealous))

can you tell i died at the porn part.. hha also this is like too long you dont have to read it LMAO this so rushed;))

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"hey, you know how your mom can makes clones, right? like the raiden shogun." you blurt out. the weather in inazuma is cool today, the cool breeze blowing through the air.

scaramouche flinches at the wording. "not my mom. but uh, yeah, what about it?" he gives you a look, scrunching his nose up.

you cup his cheeks, squeezing them and kissing his the tip of his nose. he yowls, startled by the sudden show of affection and jumping off of you. people are staring now. "hehe, well, can you do that too? since you're like her son."

"not her son." scara repeats, glaring but with a tint of pink on his cheeks. "but... i kind of can."

"whaddya mean kinda?" you tilt your head, urging him to go on. scaramouche sighs, and grabs your wrist to drag you into an empty alley to explain.

"um," he starts awkwardly. "i can only create clones of 'myself'. so like, i can't make another raiden shogun; only another 'me'. does that make sense?"

"so i can have two scaramouches? double holes?" you cling to his arm in excitement. scaramouche sputters at the wording.

"double what? ...anyways, you got your answer. i'm not doing it. not even for money." he turns to you, giving you his "that's final" look. of course, that didn't seal the deal for you.

"cmon please? i always give you stuff. you haven't repaid me for the two-hundred dango pack i ordered for you." you shoot him with a teary, puppy-eyed expression.

"that was literally a gift. and i..." you squish your breast against his arm, giving him your (attempted) most seductive look, sticking your tongue out just barely and lowering your eyes.

"we can have a lot of fun. you want that, right puppy?"

"this might take a bit." scaramouche took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples. "cover your mouth, (y/n)." with only that as a warning, you shriek as a cloud of dust suddenly envelopes your sight. you cough, slightly annoyed. your nose stung, and your eyes watered to the extent that it looked like you were crying (though you were sure scaramouche wouldn't have minded).

fanning the smoke away, you squint your eyes. scaramouche's shape is present with another person next to him, sitting on the floor. the smoke cleared after a moment, and you gasp.

a beautiful boy is sitting on the ground, looking confused. he had the same feautures as his lover, but his eyes were softer and he didn't have the looming aura of homicide. his long hair gathered around him like a puddle. "scaramouche, why did you call me?" even this boy's voice was angelic, unlike scara's who was rough (outside of the bedroom, at least).

"there's somebody you'd like to meet. kunikuzushi, meet (y/n). (y/n), meet kunikuzushi. she's my girlfriend. " scaramouche seemed more polite with his dual's presence, not wanting to be himself rude in front of kunikuzushi.

"kunikuzushi." you repeated, getting used to the long name. "it's nice to meet you!" kunikuzushi seemed less tense, shoulders relaxing as you smiled at him.

"to you, too. it's an honor to meet scaramouche's beloved." he returns the smile, eyes crinkling.

"you should be more like him. maybe i'd fuck you more," you whisper in scaramouche's ear, and he flushes, hissing a weak 'shut up'. kunikuzushi is staring at you both, confused.

"ahem. we need to get you some clothes, kuni." scaramouche interrupts, about to walk away.

"actually, he doesn't." you set your plan in action, violently tackling scaramouche to the floor by surprise. he's stunned by shock, before groaning in pain with the hard contact.

"(y/n), please do not hur-" kuni's cut off by you pouncing on him, locking your lips with his. kunikuzushi lets out a little gasp, before melting into the kiss. scaramouche glares at the sight of you engaging with his other self, trying to drag you down by the shoulders, but you return his glare.

"good boys get rewards, and this one's been pretty good. not you, of course," you start furiously making out with kunikuzushi again. kuni seemed confused, but stayed pliant as you started to toy with his dick. the blush on scara's face was left unnoticed as he sat on the ground, watching you and wishing he were in kuni's place for once.

too enchanted by his facial features before, you didn't kunikuzushi's body. his nipples were puffy and pink, like scaramouche's (you were sure his were rock hard, though). as one hand teased his erection, another was toying with his equally sensitive chest. kunikuzushi let out small pants, not used to this feeling. you could hear squelching behind you, an obvious sign that scaramouche was finger-fucking himself.

"(y/n)." scara's voice calls, a bit breathy. "if you're going to fuck him, make it good." he really thought kuni was the only one that was going to get wrecked tonight?

you return you attention to kuni, fumbling for your strap under the couch (scara had insisted on putting some around the house. a waste of money, but convenient at times). "(y/n), that isn't going to fit." kunikuzushi whispers. at least he knew what you were about to do.

"it will if i want it to." you reply with a sweet smile, before thrusting in raw. kunikuzushi chokes, although it wasn't the reaction you were hoping for. for some odd reason, he was unbelievably wet (later scaramouche had explained it as 'puppet perks').

as you fuck scaramouche's counterpart ruthlessly, scara spreads your ass and puts a finger inside your cunt. "you can't ignore how wet you are, darling. let me." with only that as a warning, he dives into you, licking into your pussy. your pace stutters, kunikuzushi letting out quick breaths while you stop. "you really thought i was going to ignore this?" scaramouche teases as he licks your clit. you grunt in response, bucking your hips up into kunikuzushi.

the three of you cry out in ectasy, two of you chasing your incoming orgasms. it didn't help for you that once you opened your eyes to take a break from the unrelenting pleasure, kunikuzushi would stare up into you with the lewdest expression, cheeks dusted with light pink. you finally caved in, gritting your teeth as you squirt all over scara's face. at the same time, kunikuzushi lets out an unholy mewl as he falls over the edge, cumming on his chest. the room is silent with heaving breaths, all of you exhausted.

"scaramouche," you breathe out, looking back at him. "you're not done yet."

yeah im stoppinghere

#this might be the longest thing ive ever written... #its ok i put a lot of thought into this <3 #teru.answers #sub scaramouche #bottom scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #THIS IS SO HALF ASSED ANON M SORRY LOVE

[slytherinlesbians]

Whumptober 2023, Day 2: "They don't care about you."

fandom: succession | characters: roman roy (centric), shiv roy, kendall roy | ship: none | trigger warnings: mentions of child abuse, neglect, drug use | content: childhood fic, sibling relationships | word count: 1k.

Roman is bored. 

He’s been wandering around the grounds of this year’s summer house for a half hour like he’s his mother, trying to get 10,000 steps in each day. He wonders, briefly, if he should call her, but shakes his head at himself for thinking that she’d want to hear from him. If Mom had wanted them - him, Shiv and Ken - she would have tried for custody. 

The divorce was finalized when he was still away at school and no one had even bothered to fucking mention it to him. Not a shred of communication from anyone. He’d arrived back from his first year at St Andrews Military School in the early stages of age fourteen with a buzzcut, a habit of jumping at loud noises, and a 70% increase of the word ‘fuck’ in his vocabulary. 

At first he’d been thrilled to get away from home, but within hours of his first day at military school, he’d locked himself in a bathroom, stifling sobs against a hand towel so no one would hear him, desperate to come back. The new routine had stressed him out, made his chest feel tight. He was terrified to sleep for fear of yelling out in the night or pissing himself like he was a little kid again, so he became a walking zombie, functioning off of as little sleep as possible. He never flinched when he was screamed at or whacked around the head, but as soon as it happened for the first time, some masochistic sickness rose up in him where he decided the only person he wanted to hit him was his father. Which is fucking insane, because when Dad hits him he feels like he’s going to die for hours after - his chest and throat close up and he can barely breathe - but at least it’s familiar. At least it’s home. 

He’d jumped out of the car expecting to be greeted by someone at least, but no one had been at the gates. Affronted, he’d gone searching for his mother, only to meet Kendall, who was back from his first semester at college and gave him an awkward hug before explaining that Mom had finally packed up and fucked off. It stung that no one had told him, and it stung even worse that Mom hadn’t said goodbye. He resolved to find Shiv, who loved to bitch about Mom and would know all of the details due to her habit of listening at doors, and was valiantly disappointed when his twin sister shut her bedroom door in his face. 

And so it had been, for the last three days in which he’d been home: Ken doesn’t mind Roman hanging around him these days, but he listens to shitty rap and checks his computer constantly with too-bright eyes and complains about how the weed in Boston is way better than here. Shiv stays in her room or lies on the grass, sipping lemonade and reading books about politics that she barely understands. He hasn’t even seen his Dad since he got back. He’s at a conference somewhere. 

“Why’s Shiv no fun anymore?” Roman says, spinning on Kendall’s desk chair. 

“I dunno man,” Kendall says, lying on the ground and rolling a careful joint. “Once you left, she got real quiet. It was probably pretty lonely for her, being the only one around.” 

Roman shrugs. “It’s not my fault I had to go to St Fuckyou’s.” 

Kendall snorts, not looking up. “It kinda is. Maybe if you weren’t such a weirdo you’d have gotten to stay home.” 

“It’s not fair,” Roman whines. “You didn’t have to go to boarding school, Con didn’t, Shiv didn’t. It’s messed up. Dad hates me.” 

“He doesn’t hate you,” Kendall says, but his voice sounds far away. “He probably just wants the best for you, or something.” 

“Yeah,” Roman says. “Or something.” He watches Kendall lick the paper and give the joint a final roll. “Hey, can I have some?” 

“Fuck no,” Kendall says, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, which is longer than Roman remembers it being. “Get your own. Actually, don’t. You’re too young.” 

“Fuck you,” Roman says, but he didn’t really want it anyway. He wonders, vaguely, how old his brother had been the first time he’d done drugs. Speaking of brothers, he’s surprised Connor isn’t here. He’s always mixed up one strange new scheme or the other, but generally makes a point of spending summers with his younger siblings. It’s not that Roman’s desperate to see him or anything - his eldest brother is a bit of a freak - but it’d be nice to have something to do this summer. 

“Have you heard from Con?” he asks his sister later that afternoon. He hangs upside down on a sun lounger. She’s sitting by the pool in a new swimsuit, sipping a virgin daiquiri and reading To Kill a Mockingbird, mostly ignoring him. 

“He sent us an email,” she says, sounding bored, not looking up from her book. “Something about spending the summer building habitats for endangered snails or - some bullshit like that. Said he’s sorry he can’t see us, blah blah. No big loss. Didn’t you see it?” 

“No,” says Roman, who never gets emails, therefore hasn’t bothered to sign into his account at all in the last few months. “Do you know when dad’s coming back?”

Shiv shrugs and finally looks up at him, dark sunglasses hiding her eyes. “No.”

“Neither.” 

“So? Since when has Dad told you where he’s going and when? He doesn’t care about you.” 

“Bitch,” Roman says, pulling himself upright and sticks his tongue out at her, pretending the words don’t sting. “He doesn’t give a shit about you either.” 

“Oh, boo hoo. Mom doesn’t care, dad doesn’t care, big brothers are too busy doing drugs and saving the planet,” she says sardonically. “No one pays attention to us anymore, so we can do whatever we want. Life is so terrible.”

“You used to be more fun,” he snaps, not sure why her words are getting to him so much. 

“I’ve grown up,” is all she says, then looks back down. 

“Fuck you too,” he mutters, standing up to resume wandering around the grounds. 

He spends the summer wandering, pretending not to care that no one cares. 

Roman is bored. 

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #“they don't care about you.” #succession #fanfiction #mention of child abuse tw #child neglect tw #mention of drugs tw #roman roy #shiv roy #kendall roy #connor roy

[apeachthatplaystheflute]

A HuaLian fanfic I'm writing

The morning sky was painted a light blue colour; the sun shone brightly over the cumulus clouds, making it a perfect picture to capture and put someone in a decent mood -at least for the morning- for the day. It was 6:00 am. There was a king sized black bed covered with silky, crimson comforters, and large pillows that seemed to be thrown about haphazardly in someone’s sleep. 

The comforters moved slightly as a begrudging ‘Mmnnnng’ came from under them. Messy raven colored hair poked out from under the covers, along with an extremely pale hand. A loud RIIIIINNNGGG burst through the dark (and elegant) looking room, and just as soon as the alarm rang, it was thrown across the room (and it surprisingly didn’t break this time). An extremely pale body rose from the covers, muscles stretching out as the man arched his back while yawning. 

His raven hair delicately fell down his back and onto the silk black sheets of his bed, and he threw his legs off the side of his. “Nng..” The man's deep voice grumbled, standing up and grabbing a towel off his night stand by his bed. Just as he started to walk across his room to go to his shower room, his phone started to buzz. Sighing, he picked it up. 

Feng Xin 

“Hello Feng Xin, what do you want? Why on god’s green earth are you calling me at 6:15 in the morning?” His voice sounded annoyed, like he was about to jump through the phone and tear Feng Xin a new one. 

“Hey San Lang, I heard about… Your father passing on. Mu Qing and I just wanted to let you know that we’re here if you need to talk or help you take care of your little brother, Eming.” 

San Lang gave a sigh, it slightly staggered as he was -unfortunately- reminded that his father’s funeral was today. He and his father were really close. His mom had died when he was 6, and that drove his father into a deep depression. He wasn’t able to remarry, but he did provide and do his best for his dear son and little brother.

“Thanks Feng Xin, Mu Qing. I’m going to stop by a flower shop and try to find a bouquet of flowers for my father..” 

There was a silence on the other end as he heard a soft sigh.  

“Be safe San Lang. Call us if you need anything.” BZZT. 

Alone. San Lang gently set his phone down and just stood there, head bowed slightly. His crimson eyes stung as he brought a hand up to his eyes, gently rubbing them as tears ran down his face. I don’t have time for this he thought, rushing over to his bathroom to start a hot shower. San Lang had woken up early to get himself and his little brother ready for the funeral. 

He felt overwhelmed, and tired. His only other best friend, mentor, and only dad had passed. Over some stupid illness too. He couldn’t even imagine how his little brother feels right now either. He was still so young. To grow up motherless, and now fatherless too. 

~~~

After a few minutes of lazily washing, conditioning his hair and scrubbing his body and face, San Lang finally turned off the shower. When he stepped out, he wrapped a towel around his body and turned himself to face his mirror. 

San Lang’s eyes were puffy and red, his body was lean and built in all the right places. His hair was long, almost reaching his butt, and his hands were firm. A frown played on his lips and the longer he stared, the more of his father he saw. Pale skin, raven skin, and crimson eyes. 

Before he started letting tears fall loosely from his eyes, he quickly went back into his room. San Lang flipped on his lights, revealing the room to be painted a pretty black, small white dots around the whole room, and a black tuxedo laying neatly on his dark brown desk that was pushed against the wall. 

Softly, he gave a small sight and got his boxers, and white shirt on. Begrudgingly, he walked towards the tuxedo. He was grateful that his bitch of a friend, Qi Rong, helped him and Eming get fitted. He was well off, sure, but Qi Rong was still close to him, and even though he was a prick 99.5% of the time, that 0.5% was the nice person that tried to cheer him and Eming up. That 0.5% also suggested a very nice, but small flower shop by the name of “Dianxia’s Flowers”.

The reviews were good, but it seems like over time, no matter how much dedication the owners had put in, it all decreased as time went on. According to Qi Rong, they still had a huge assortment of flowers -more than the most popular of flower shops too- and also did things like boutonnieres, corsages, and bouquets too. 

Their son was apparently very proficient at getting things done, though he wasn’t the luckiest man in the world. San Lang fastened his slacks, and buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his slacks. He wouldn’t put a blazer on just yet, he still had to go and wake his brother up, and to also make a quick breakfast. 

~~~~~

San Lang walked down the hall and turned to the door on his left, and gently opened it. His brother was out cold, he looked so peaceful, so unaware of the world around him. San Lang gave a small smile before walking over to his brother and gently shaking him. “Emi, time to get up.” His little brother stirred slightly, slowly opening his light brown eyes and reaching his arms out for his older brother. “G’morning San Lang…” Eming yawned out, wrapping his arms around San Lang’s neck as his older brother held him. “Good morning Emi, you need to take a shower and get your tuxedo on.” 

San Lang somberly told his little brother, walking back to his room to let his brother use his shower. Eming clung to his brother before being set down. “San Lang…” San Lang gave his brother another hug while trying to keep it together while Eming sobbed in his shoulder. “Eming, be a big boy for me and get in the shower, I’ll have your tux on your desk and make breakfast. Okay?”

He got no verbal response, only a teary sniffle and a nod. 

~~~~~

San Lang went downstairs to start breakfast and as soon as he made sure Eming was in the shower, he got a call. He took the phone out of his pocket, only to see that the number was unknown. He watched it ring for a few seconds, then finally decided to answer. 

“Hello, you’re speaking to Hua Cheng, to whom am I speaking with?”

The person on the other end was quiet for a second before responding with 

“Hi, my name is Xie Lian a-and you purchased a bouquet of white lilies with Dianxia’s Flowers, is that correct?” 

What a weird stutter, San Lang thought. 

“Yes Mr. Xie Lian, that’s correct. I’ll be there around 8:30 to pick it up. Thank you.” 

“See you then Mr. Hua Cheng.” 

.

.

.

Silence filled the room as the man on the other end had hung up. Somehow, Xie Lian’s name and voice sounded familiar, but comforting at the same time. Never mind that, he had a breakfast to make. 

San Lang took out a few pans, butter, eggs, bacon and potatoes and started to work his magic in the kitchen. His mother used to be a great cook and taught him a variety of things to cook like: hash browns, scrambled eggs, sunny side up eggs, fried bacon, etc.. 

 He missed her. Sang Lang scrambled the eggs and put them on two plates along with four pieces of bacon, two on Eming’s plate and 2 on his own plate. Now just for the hashbrowns… Sang Lang thought, letting the potato patties fry. 

~~~~~

By the time he was done, his little brother had come down from the stairs in his tuxedo. “Hey Big gege..” Eming muttered, sitting at the table where the breakfast had been set. “Hey Emi,” San lang started “We’re gonna have to hurry and eat. We’ve got to get… flowers.” 

San Lang choked on his own words, his brother seemed to get it however. 

Neither of them talked while eating, and his brother didn’t say anything when San Lang went to get his jacket and tie. 

It was somber. All of it was just lifeless. When San Lang came back downstairs, his heart broke a little when he saw his little brother washing their plates; tears were streaming down his face and snot ran down his nose a little. 

“Eming..” He rushed over to his brother and turned off the water, pulling his little brother into a hug. “The dishes can wait, I can do them.” 

Eming nodded and cried into his brothers shoulder, San Lang only hugged him back let his own tears freely fall. 

“I miss daddy.”

“Me too...”

~~~~~

San Lang locked the front door and walked over to his car. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was still nonetheless. Eming got in the passenger side and San Lang occupied the front seat, starting the car, and soon drove off. 

Qi rong didn't mention the flower shop would be a little ways out, but it took an hour to get there. When the two brothers did however, they saw the light green shop. The front had rows of pink and white Casablanca flowers. The side of the store had moss growing around it, along with a small white cat running into the store. The white awning of the store had white Christmas light running across with little white and yellow flowers wrapping around it. It felt homey, very lively and aesthetically pleasing. 

San Lang looked over and held his -bewildered- brother's hand, before walking into the store. 

~~~~~

Inside the shop was filled with flowers. They were all organized, and well taken care of. Roses here, daisies there, it was pretty. The shop also has ferns, and exotic flowers and flower seeds and ribbons. There were pictures behind the counter that showed the bouquets, boutonnières, and corsages they did, what each flower symbolized, etc etc. It was all very pleasant, the music that played was very reminiscent of the 80s too. The lights were slightly dimmed to show the Christmas lights wrapped around the poles and the counter. To call it homey was an understatement. 

Eming was deeply enthralled in everything here, and admittedly, so was San Lang. He had never seen such a beautiful flower shop a day in his life. He was 19, and had never seen such beautiful, and such handsome corsages and boutonnières with so much effort put into them -and he had been to two of his high school proms too-. 

“You must be Mr. Hua Cheng, correct?” San Lang shook out of his bedazzlement and turned to the young man at the counter. 

Woah… San Lang felt hypnotized by this man’s beauty. He had bobbed, dark brown hair that framed his face. His eyes were a gorgeous golden brown honey pool that one could easily get lost in, and his smile was the cutest one he’d ever seen. It was apparent this clerk was a male, but with the right makeup and clothes, he could easily be mistaken as a girl. “Umm… Mr. Hua Cheng?”

This man’s voice was soft, very pleasing to his ears. Slowly, San Lang walked up the counter, a small blush coming onto his face. “Umm, yes, that’s me.” San Lang felt his heart pound a little when the clerk handed him the bouquet of white lilies, but quickly turned to confusion when Eming jumped up. “Gege!!”

This was the first smile Eming had worn all day, but this Gege quickly held his arms out to catch the rambunctious 13 year old. “Eming!! It’s nice to see you again!” Eming burrowed his face into the hollow of Gege’s neck. “Xie Lian, I’ve missed you!” Just then, Eming stared at Xie Lian and pouted. “You can’t go off to college, and not say goodbye! I don’t care if you had a boyfriend you should’ve said bye!!” 

Xie lian awkwardly laughed before patting Eming on the head and setting the kid down. Slowly, he stood up, and stared at the tall male across the counter. They made eye contact before San Lang looked away. “You can call me Sam Lang,” he started, “But how do you know my brother??” 

Xie Lian blushed slightly. “I used to work at his daycare when I was in highschool. He was interested in my writing and I decided I would take him in and teach him calligraphy and how to draw. He used to play with my little sister when she went to the daycare too….” 

San Lang stared at Xie Lian, and he stared back. Eming seemed to notice a slight tension between the two, so he quickly ran from behind the counter and hugged San Lang’s right leg. Xie lian smiled at the scene, his eyes averting to look at the bouquet. 

He felt a slight pang in his heart when Eming teared up at the bouquet. “Gege, me and my brother have to go to a funeral today… Can you come over for dinner?” 

#hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #eming #ruoye #san lang #heaven official's blessing #tgcf #fanfic

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Summary: After Eric finds out about Donna and Kitty's plan, he does not have kind words to say to them. Takes place in 7x23.

Btw, this is connected to a different drabble that I will be writing soon.

Eric takes a deep breath as he waits outside Donna's door. He hates fighting with her and just wants to work things out.

I know it’s far away and for a long time, but I really care about this. And if Donna had a once in a lifetime opportunity like this, I would totally support her.

"You know, Donna. You should be out there trying to keep Eric from going to Africa instead of sitting her on you patootie," He hears his mom say.

Eric gasps, hiding behind the door. "What the fuck…" It was bad enough that Donna wasn't supportive of this, but his own mother? That just stung.

He continues to listen behind the door. "Well I'm doing everything I can. I even lied to him and told him I was on a date with another guy."

Unbelievable. Eric scoffs. So she wants to make him feel bad about finally doing something for himself by lying? Wasn’t this the same woman that got mad at him for limiting her to a housewife a few years ago? But apparently, if it’s his dream, then who cares right?

"Sweetie that's amateur hour," He hears his mother remark. "God gave you a very full chest. I suggest you start using it on my son."

Well you had no promise calling Donna a 'slut' and a 'red-haired' tramp a few years ago. But you'll do anything to get what you want, won't you? Eric scoffs. At least his father was supportive of this. For a hardass, Red Forman can be friendly.

Eric makes sure his mother doesn’t see him when she walks out the door.

Donna gets up, "I cannot believe Eric went out. He's supposed to be at home, agonizing." She pays her thighs.

"Well it’s great to know how you feel just right before I leave…"

Donna gasps and turns around to see Eric walking in. She puts a hand on her mouth in shame. "Eric, we just—"

"Talking about trying to stop me from going Africa, right? Getting upset because I don't feel guilty for myself first for the first time in years? Stop me from doing something I care about because of your own feelings?" Eric raises his voice, crossing his arms in the process.

Jackie gets up, "You know what? Why should I be pouting and waiting around for Steven to come back? He's the one who tried to force me to not talk about our future because he was scared of dealing with it. And didn’t even talk about that to me and made me agree to not talk about it, even though I have to focus on my future. I shouldn't be waiting around for him to want to want to marry me. Fuck it, I'm going to Chicago." She walks out of Donna's house, head high.

"Jackie, wa—" Donna lets out a sigh and shuts her eyes briefly. She doesn't want to talk about this. Just wants Eric to stay with her and they can continue to live in their bliss. Just hanging out and being kids.

"Eric, you're gonna be several miles away. A whole continent. How am I supposed to feel about that?!" Donna exclaims.

"You're supposed to be happy that I'm doing something great in my life! That I'm doing something I care about! Why are you allowed to want more for yourself than to be in Point Place, but when I do it, it's selfish?" Eric shakes his head. He knows now that trying to tie her down was selfish. No one should be tied down if they don’t want to. And he gets why Donna wanted to leave.

Donna exhales, "Y-You're right Eric. I'm sorry. I just…I don't want you to go. I want us to stay in our bubble together. Everything has been going great this past year."

"No it hasn't! That's the problem! We spent most of the time 'hanging out' and not doing anything. But you at least have college and your radio business, which by the way, why are saying you're a feminist and then in the breath, calling yourself 'Hot Donna' is pretty contradictory. Then again, I should blame those radio creeps for—not the point!"

Eric sighs, "I just…maybe we shouldn't do this anymore." It breaks him to say this, but for once, he needs to put himself first.

"A-Are you breaking up with me? Again?" Donna tears up.

Eric shuts his eyes, letting his tears fall. "Yes."

He wipes his tears and turns around. "And mom, don’t bother trying to hide. I know you were eavesdropping. It's your specialty after all."

Kitty stumbles out from behind, "And what's that supposed to mean, young man?"

"It means that you have no respect for other people’s privacy. You did it after Casey broke up with Donna and then had the gall to tell dad about it. And you're doing it right now. You never respect my boundaries. And you just see me as your 'baby boy'. What's it gonna take for you to stop treating me like a baby?!"

Eric shakes his head, "You know, what…I'm starting to get why Laurie doesn't come around here anymore."

#that 70s show #that '70s show #eric forman #jackie burkhart #anti donna pinciotti #my drabbles #i'm not but she annoyed me in the sl #anti kitty forman #i am very anti her tho :) #my stuff

[the-creeping-clans]

More Like Your Mother

Dialogue set a bit before the start of the official story. A sweet self discovery piece!

Four Moons before the first moon, on a hazy morning as usual, a lanky built white and gray cat is staring out. A distant green gaze drifting all across the woods before them.

A Forest they would soon be setting themselves out into…

The day was cold, as most were in their territory. But it felt unnerving like it never had before. Like it was creeping up under his skin. Trying to worm itself in.

Treatkit spent his whole kithood begging to finally be seen as older, to finally be on the same level as the larger cats. He felt much bigger despite him being so small. But now he is six moons. It was the night he’d be made an official alumni. Him and his sibling Trickkit.

Yet he still hadn’t spoken the things he thought at all.

While Trickkit found its voice when they were still squeaky and wobbly, he had not.

It was. Scary. Terrifying to face the truth of his heart. Especially as his pops Pumpkinpail had told him so many stories of his real dad. How much they looked alike. He didn’t want to turn from his dad. But he wasn’t like him. Not in every way at least.

He was. Not a he. A she. A molly. How much he wanted to be a sister, to be a granddaughter. He was a mirror of the cat he never got to meet, and he felt so close to his dad when he saw his face in the puddles around camp, to get a glimpse into his lost papas life- to be the reflection of the tom that every cat knew and cared for. A part of him knew that none would be rude or deny him accepting himself. Yet it still felt so selfish. So wasteful. To toss away the scraps he got from his father set in his blood. It was- it was rude. It was practically mocking! He would be spitting on what the stars gave him! He was so. So. So-

“EEP!!” Treatkit cried at the shock of a warm nose nudging his cheek.

The silver speckled senior flinched back from the sudden noise that broke the perfect peace that was the morning. Immediately Treatkit apologized profusely for the shock, even if the other cat was the one to scare him.

Riverwrath muttered his own back and a spark of guilt gripped his stomach at being upset at the mediator for just coming over to him.

A cloud of curiosity misted over the other cats foggy eyes.

“Whatcha thinking bout kid? Nervous for ya ceremony?” His voice was low but clear. With the same cut-off end of words always present in the old cat's speech. Even so it made him want to spill every thought that had stung his mind since he was young. Maybe that’s why he was chosen to be a mediator.

Treatkit realized he was just staring at the speckled tabby tom and had to bite back another apology. Didn’t want to be annoying.

“A little nervous but I’ve always wanted to get out there. To be just like my papa yknow- learn something good.” He said clearly but faltered on his father’s mention.

“Pops tells me all the time about him. Look up to my dad a lot. I have his pelt yknow! I mean of course you know, you knew him- but Pumpkinpail’s alway mentioned it. Spitting image of him…”

Riverwrath let the younger’s words settle for several seconds before looking out where the other was. Out into the blurry forest they’d lived in for so long. While Treatkit couldn’t read his mind he had this twitch in the back of his tongue. As if telling him to say something. Do something besides… stare.

“Yer papa was a selfless soul. See that in ya a lot little look alike-“ the elders' eyes looked at a particular tree, tracing it up and down before continuing to speak. Even as Treatkit waited anxiously to hear anything about his own dad.

“But ya also got yer mother in ya. See it in ya face. The way you’d two listen and latch onta things. Evens when ya was so small. Practically raised that pipsqueak myself with how much she’d stalk me.” He laughed at the memories of the mother he didn’t know much about, clearly seeing the kit that was his mom in his own mind. Or maybe in the spot Treatkit took up.

Treatkit listened harder than he had ever before. His mom. Pops had few stories of her. Apparently she wasn’t too into others' hearts like his dad was. But just like him she had disappeared. Gone into the fog like so many.

“Ya know she’d get so lost in her own shell. I took time trying to crack inta it I’ll tell ya that! She was something special.”

A smile pulled at the usually stoney faced senior and Treatkit ended up leaning closer, just in case the cat whispered.

Good thing he did, as Riverwrath’s gravely tone got much much quieter. “But the cat she became once she spoke startled us all. She was truthful. Her words were practically meals with how much meaning she packed into them. No one would’ve known though.. until she opened up-“

“-What I’m trying to say is, whatever it is, whatever got ya mind in a twist, ya don’t have to unravel it alone. Speaking about yerself will loosen that knot a whole lot trust me kiddo. Did it myself when I was bout yer age. Tacked on the title of a tom and been one since. As did yer mother, though when she was older. She came to me and said she wasn’t no son of mine and we said it to every other cat till they got it right!”

And then back to silence. It wasn’t the tense kind like before. It wasn’t making his stomach turn anymore. Instead it filled him with a kindling that’d he had never felt before those words brought him alive.

With a clearing of his throat,

And a rest of his head against the other cats side,

He said it. Just like his mother had many many moons before.

“I think I’d prefer to be seen as a molly.”

#these twos relationship is my favorite thing ever btw #trick and treat just got two awesome grandpas that’ll fight monsters for them #clangen #clangen story #clan gen game #lanternclan #treatpatch #pumpkinpail #tricktrap #riverwrath #dialogue #before the beginning #side stories #story scenes

[fineimfaith]

okay so i finally finished making my hpma oc

my handwriting's abysmal i'm so sorry 😭

anyways some more info on her:

- she's a beater for quidditch

- her dad's gonçalo flores (a famous chaser)

- (that little detail wasn't fully intentional btw, i realized they had the same surname after i named her and thought why not - he can be her dad)

- that little black streak in her hair is natural --- some dark wizard tried to kill her when she was a baby for a little fun. he used the killing curse ofc, but her uncle jumped in the way and took the hit. a little bit of it still got to her and she was sick for weeks. the doctors had to use some special medicine that, in the end, DID heal her, but also discolored her hair a little

- all she remembers from that is the sickness

- she has a chipped tooth

- her dad's brazilian and her mom's irish. they'd been in a long-distance relationship for two years before gonçalo flew to ireland and they got married. fallon was born nine months after, on december 8th

- she'd be irish-brazilian, but she usually tells people she's irish because she looks the part and 'cause she was born in dublin

- she's usually seen hanging around the freys and cassandra, but she also talks to daniel in potions and ivy in charms/dada

- she likes drawing but sticks to comics with stick figures. sometimes she talks to lottie for a bit of art advice - which is probably her asking the artsy girl if she should put clothes on her stick figures or not

- cassandra is genuinely sick of her, but also isn't, as fallon is "much more competent than a certain set of twins"

- speaking of the twins, fischer constantly dares her to do extremely dangerous things knowing full well she'd do them, and also knowing that she'd probably get herself killed or injured in the process. however, colby and cassandra are usually able to stop her (colby chews out his brother while cass chews out fallon)

- the only times they weren't able to save her are when fischer dared her to have an airborne snowball fight (she fell off her broom and broke her leg), and when fischer dared her to jump off a literal cliff (a hippogriff she'd befriended in care for magical creatures saved her)

- it's a miracle fallon is still alive tbh

- and fischer, too

- you have no idea how angry colby was after that cliff incident

- anyway cassandra and fallon are those two best friends where one pretends they hate the other and the other sees right through it

- colby and fallon usually meet up in the hogwarts library after curfew and read together. fallon provides insight on his poems while colby gives her advice for her little stick-figures

- the advice:

- "you should give them clothes"

- "make mine stab fischer"

- "is that a scarf? it doesn't look like one at all"

- the insight:

- "why are there so many big words?"

- "your handwriting's so messy it's giving me a migraine"

- "change that line right there. why? 'cause my glasses are not cute"

- she has glasses btw

- i mean you probably saw that in the picture but still

- anyway, she tugs on the ends of her scarf when she's happy or excited

- she doesn't just dislike fire, it's one of her biggest fears

- she has a pet barred owl named flingshot

- she calls him flingy for short

- at home she has a pet black cat named loony

-loony's probably older than hogwarts itself but she still loves him to death

- fallon's an avid scorpion lover (she's thought they were cool ever since she was five)

- (why? because a particularly venomous one stung her while she and her mom were visiting her dad in brazil. as she was in her hospital bed she said they were awesome and asked her parents if they could keep the one that stung her as a pet)

- (they said no ofc)

- speaking of her parents, she loves both of them dearly but she's closer to her mom 'cause her dad's usually off playing quidditch in brazil

- they owl each other at least once a week though

- fallon's an only child. not a spoiled one, rather one that would have siblings if she hadn't nearly given her parents heart attacks every other day

- especially after the cliff

- like, her father actually fainted after she heard the news

- her mom, however, owled her saying that she was glad she (fallon) was alive, but to be more careful and to not scare her father like that again

- yeah fallon's mom is pretty used to her shenanigans... she still gets worried, though. just not as worried as fallon's dad, who gets terrified whenever his "little princess" scrapes her knee

okay that's about it

there's probably more but i can't remember anything else soo yeah

anyways bye :)

#hpma #hpma oc #oc #fischer frey #colby frey #frey twins #cassandra vole #daniel page #ivy warrington #lottie turner #gonçalo flores #harry potter magic awakened

[icedteaandoldlace]

🥑🥤❄️🧩🧃 for the writers game >:3

🥑 ⇢ You accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

All I know is it WON'T be @kittehexpress. She's already made it abundantly clear she will hide bodies for no one! 😂

🥤 ⇢ Recommend an author or fanfic you love

I know I recommend @orangesunsets12's Avalanche a lot...but I'm gonna do it again. It really is one of the best fics ever. It's just...it's got everything. It's fantastic. I love it.

❄️ ⇢ What's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Team Citizen Charlie's Angels AU. I have something in the works that kiiiiiiiiiind of fits that vibe, but not quite. Also, anything Team Citizen related with Linda as a member. I think they'd all work great together, and I'd love to see it happen. I'd also really love an AU that's mostly canon compliant and set in a middle/later season, but Ronnie's been alive and part of the Team Flash Family the whole time. I hadn't really given any thought to who I would want to read these kinds of fics by, but the first person to come to my mind is @kitkatt0430, who has a good handle on everyone's personalities and a really enjoyable writing style (I'm not dropping hints here, just making a statement—don't feel pressured to do anything about it 😅).

🧩 ⇢ What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Not counting the things I won't click into in the first place here, no paragraph breaks is a big one. Death-panic-midnight writing is another. Y'know, when everything is SO DRAMATIC!!!! so early into a fic. Overuse of epithets and dramatic speech signifiers, or someone bursting into tears with no build up to it, so instead of feeling the emotions™️ with the characters, you're just overwhelmed because So Much Is Happening Right Now, and you don't even know what room everyone's in, or why character A is suddenly "roaring" at character B for what sounded like a reasonable question. Like, ease me into it or have the central character feel as bewildered as I do about what in heck is going on here.

🧃 ⇢ Share some personal lore you never posted about before

So when I was little (maybe 4 or 5), my family went out to a fancy restaurant, or at least what I considered to be fancy at the time. I don't remember the event that preceded it, but considering we were in a different town and with a big group of people from church, it was probably either a revival or choir tour (or, come to think of it, that might've been the night we saw the Gaithers in concert). It was a fun night out for the adults, but for us kids, it was tedious (the food was good, though, when it finally came out).

At some point, my older brother started entertaining himself with what little resources he had at the table. He got some paper, which might have been napkins or might have been a kids' menu, and folded it into a shape resembling a paper airplane, and poured some pepper into the groove down the middle. After getting me to look his way, he blew through his paper creation and sent pepper flying—right into my eyes.

He realized a split second too late that he'd fucked up when I started screaming and crying, getting everyone's attention at the table, and probably the whole restaurant. In the back of my mind—the part that wasn't overwhelmed by how badly my eyes stung—I was a little worried that my mom would be mad because I was being loud in a restaurant, and I would have to explain what happened. But of course, when you're screaming because you have pepper in your eyes and you can't even open them for how bad it hurts, it's obvious to everyone around you that something is wrong.

My mom very quickly led me into the bathroom, where she took me to the sink and started flushing the pepper out of my eyes, and it was the biggest relief when the pain started to fade and I could stand to open my eyes again. Everything was a little blurry at first, but that issue resolved itself soon enough.

My brother had to apologize, which he did profusely, because he didn't know that blowing pepper in my face was gonna do that, and my dad chewed him out, told him that he could have blinded me, and made him walk around with his eyes closed for a little while after we got home so he would "know what it's like to be blind" (not really the most accurate thing, but he made his point).

#ask #frosty-the-killer-doll #writer truth or dare #my family

[hollowsart]

(very minimal talk of skin stuff.. a few details left out so it's not graphic in description)

for over 2 years now I have been afflicted and struggling with a very itchy patch on the right side of my mouth. I've tried to google search what it could be, but I've come up with nothing that matches or looks like what I got going on.

anti-itch cream does nothing to sooth the itching, we have no idea how I got this problem.. it's not an allergic reaction to anything and we tried to see a doctor (I have literally no insurance so it's been even more of a struggle to deal with), but all we could get back in 22, I think? was a video call and that did literally nothing, but at least I got a prescription for 2 bottles of something that I've just recently run out of. it was the only thing that lessened the coloration and made the itching stop, but if I stop using it the itching and redness returns, so it's not a cure, but made it tolerable.

unfortunately, the stuff is prescription only and no real over-the-counter alternatives exist.

at its worst it's red and splotchy and right now it's got some small bumps. at the least when my tube of prescription medicine that I rub on gently was still full, the spot didn't itch and the redness was gone, only remaining thing is some slight discoloration, and I mean very slight. I could go places outside just fine without much worry about how I look.

(I had rubbed it pretty bad one day during 22' summer by using a towel I had nearby cuz I just couldn't handle the itching at the time. we didn't have the prescription medicine yet.. or at least not a good one. ..it was REALLY bad and looked SO ugly. I put some water and junk on it to try and clean it, but it stung and burned horribly.. I had a scabbed area there afterwards for a few days.)

my mom finally managed to get a hold of a doctor and set up an appointment for me, it's on the 4th, meaning I have to suffer with this itching and redness for 2 weeks. my mom said she'll get my dad to take her to get something I could use for this in the meantime later tonight when my dad gets back.

I'm really hoping the stuff she gets will help.. I can barely get anything out of the neck of the last tube of prescription medicine for my face.. I'll be properly and officially out by tomorrow.. washing my face does nothing for it btw.

this has been a nightmare to deal with.. I'm already self-conscious about the way I look.. this is just.. I want whatever this is on my face to go away. to be cured permanently..

#ghostie mumbles #//delete later #//long post #//personal #I'm okay no worries. it's nothing serious.