#and a few of the parents (moms specifically) just were awful about it

[of-the-faerie-folk]

Terrible mothers make me want to give up on humanity

[mochinomnoms]

say you can't sleep, baby, I know

NSFW!Trey x Reader

Synopsis

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to rile him up, right? He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. Trey used to pride himself on his levelheadedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece. “Happy Birthday Trey~”

[wc} - 5,258

[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader (im sorry folks it's all i know how to write still), NRC is a university in this, domesticity kink, birthday sex, breeding kink (sue me), oral (giving & receiving), trey can be a little mean as a treat

[notes] - i apologize for the person i've become after seeing trey's new b-day card. it does things to me and this is 100% self-indulgent for me. also, tried to use very neutral descriptors for reader so tell me how that went and if it reads well! lastly, the outfit the reader wears is based on sabrina carpenter's outfits from her short n' sweet tour, specifically the baby doll one!

Written while listening to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter, I recommend listening to it while reading :)

Let’s consider exactly the type of person Trey is.

Ever since he’s started school at NRC, he’s always taken a bit of a parental role in Heartslabyul, even before he became vice housewarden. Even Cater would joke about it when they first became friends:

“You’re, like, a total big bro! O-M-G, no! You’re like a dad friend! I’m totes willing to bet that the incoming freshmen are gonna slip up! Call you Dad or something!”

Evidently, when Riddle came into the picture and Trey was appointed his vice, Cater was proven right. He didn’t mind it too much, despite what others might think. 

He liked the familiarity of it, being the oldest at home, it translated well into his position at Heartslabyul, and it came with the added bonus of being able to minimize any chaos that arose. 

That was his main goal, especially with Riddle’s temper during his freshman and at the beginning of his sophomore year. Honestly, he had phenomenal conflict resolution skills, and he just wanted to make his life as easy as possible. 

Everyone at this school liked to make that difficult, though, especially the freshmen of this year.

“Oh fu—I mean sh—dam—fuc—shi—FIDDLESTICKS!”

“Dude, just say fuck, why you gotta say the corniest shit—OW—Treyyy! Deuce hit me!”

Deuce had a guilty look on his face as Trey looked up from his notebook to raise a brow at the two.

“W-well, Ace cussed, so he has to put money in the swear jar!”

“Aw what! Come on Trey!” Ace whined, shoving Deuce’s face to the side as the latter grunted and started pulling at his cheeks and arm. “Riddle’s not here, he’ll never know, so I don’t gotta! Don’t make me!”

Trey simply smirked and gestured to the jar on the fireplace mantle, helpfully available to everyone in the lounge. 

“You know the rules, bud, two thaurmarks for the f-bomb and a .50 cent for the other.”

Ace tossed his head back and groaned, begrudgingly dragging himself over to the jar as he dug around his pocket for change.

“Don’t be rude to your father, Ace.” A few giggles and snorts vibrated amongst the small group studying in the lounge as you wagged a finger at Ace, Grim squinting angrily at the book in your lap. 

Your lips quivered as you hid a laugh, jokingly chastising the ginger. 

“No need to be a brat.”

Trey had to withhold a snort at that comment, rich coming from you. He knew better than anyone that you could be as much of a brat as you were another parental figure.

“Oh ha-ha, very funny, Prefect. What, does that make you, Mom or Dad 2?” Ace stuck his tongue out at you as you grinned and focused back on Grim. 

“Okay Grimmy, so remember, what alchemy recipes need mandrake root?”

Watching from the corner of his eye, Trey watched fondly as you murmured soft words to Grim. It reminded him of his Mom talking to his siblings after a nightmare, or of his Dad after one of them would get hurt in the kitchen. 

Soft, soothing, parental. You’d make an excellent parent one day. 

Trey felt himself get warm at the thought, adjusting himself in his seat and looking back at his musicology notes. He couldn’t sing very well, but he can memorize notes, and that’s what the upcoming exam was focused on. 

That’s what he needed to focus on, not the way you cradled Grim against you like a parent with their child. Focus on his alchemy flashcards, and not the way you cleaned up the mess on the table so you could bring everyone a tray of snacks he’d prepared earlier that day. Focus on the history textbook in front of him, and not the way you cleaned up the lounge as it got later and later.

It wasn’t fair. It was so unfair how well you fell into the role. Cleaning and humming, one of his spare aprons on you as you wiped down the tables of crumbs and stacked a pile of dishes. It was unfair how sweetly you murmured to the few remaining students, and told them to go to bed and rest up. 

They obliged, probably half asleep at this rate, since it was an hour until midnight. Ace and Deuce had retired a while ago, the latter leaning on the former as they haphazardly stumbled to their room. 

Riddle had dropped by after his housewarden meeting, satisfied by the study group, but ultimately stuck to his very strict evening routine. 

Now it was just you two. Even Grim had been tugged along with Ace and Deuce earlier, not unlike a rag doll slung over their shoulders. 

“Trey? Honey, when are you going to sleep? It’s almost midnight.” His eyes fluttered tiredly as he felt your hands slide over his shoulders and a kiss pressed against his temple.

He felt warm again, heat pooling in his belly. You were so unfair. 

“You should go to bed soon, come on, I’ll take care of you.”

He can think of a few ways you could ‘take care’ of him. 

“It’s fine, why don’t you get Grim and head back to Ramshackle? Curfew is in 30 minutes, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, sighing into his ear, making a tingle go down his spine.

“Okay, but please go to bed soon? I left you a little birthday surprise in your bedroom~”

Trey perked up at that, eyeing your mischievous grin as you waved your fingers goodbye, going down the hallway to the dorms to grab Grim.

To be honest, he’d forgotten that his birthday was tomorrow, he’d been so focused on his midterms that it just slipped his mind. Well, he can’t say he’s not excited to see what you got him, especially since you’d been not too subtly probing him for preferences.

He groaned, running his hands over his face and sighing, heavy and exhausted.

“Ugh, just a bit more and I’ll retire for the night.” Trey reassured himself, eyes straining as he looked between the books in front of him. 

The words on the papers blurred after a bit, the sound of the grandclock lulling him further into sleep, his head nodding off until a ping from his phone started him awake.

It was Cater, his Magicam user popping up on his screen. 

cay-cay_diamond: hbd trey!! 🥳🎉🎉🎉grats on being an old man now!

Blinking at the clock, Trey realized that it was now a few minutes past midnight, so it was technically his birthday. He’s lucky that Riddle followed his own sleep schedule so rigorously, or else he’d be getting a scolding for breaking curfew.

luckyclover: Old? I’m only like 4 months older than you cay-cay_diamond: yeah. old. cay-cay_diamond: anyways! enjoy the gift in ur room!!! i helped (name) pick out the wrapping 😘😘😘

Trey hummed, a small smile on his face as he imagined the two of you bickering over wrapping paper and messily wrapping up a box with a bow. You did seem very excited for him to find it earlier, maybe you two picked something out together. 

He was curious on what exactly you got him and why you hadn’t waited to give it to him at his actual birthday party. And why did you need Cater to help you…you’d always shoo him away when he’d tried helping you with gifts for other’s birthdays. 

Stacking his books into his left hand and walking towards the junior dorm rooms, Trey looked at his phone as it pinged again. 

cay-cay_diamond: on that topic thooo…u should rly go 2 ur room and get ur present! the poor thing! they’ve been w8ing very patiently 4 u~ luckyclover: Waiting? (Name)??? cay-cay_diamond: 🤭🤫😉

Trey sighed, shaking his head and tucking his phone away and digging out his room keys. It was times like these, deep into the night, when he was thankful for having his own room. He felt a bit bad now, you probably fell asleep in his bed waiting for him. 

Though, the thought of you clutching one of his pillows, maybe in one of his sweaters to keep warm, made him smile. Then he could come in, gently take your clothes and shoes off to get you more comfortable, and dress down himself to slip in right behind you.

As he finally managed to get to his room, he heard shuffling as he turned the keys. Trey smirked, noticing that only his rose lamp remained on, and all the drapes to his canopy were now closed. 

He could just barely make out the shadow of you moving behind them, hearing you gasp and the bed squeak, making him let out a soft laugh under his breath.

“You’re breaking curfew, you should be asleep you know? You're such a troublemaker sometimes.” Trey teased you as placed his books on his desk, tossing his hat onto its stand and slipping his shoes off to throw them into his wardrobe and grab his slippers. 

He yawned, the late night really starting to sink into his body as he started undressing, his jacket and vest getting hung back up in the closet as he worked on his sash and unbuttoning his pants.  

“Only like a third of the time!” You whined, the bed softly squeaking as you followed his movements behind the canopy. “Besides, I really wanted to give you your present. Don’t you want to unwrap me?”

Trey paused at the purr in your voice, narrowing his gaze as he saw your hand ever so slightly move the curtain at the end of the bed to peek at him. You were still mostly shrouded in darkness, but there was a very soft glow coming from inside the canopy, so he could just barely make out your mischievous smile.

Though, you quickly frowned, eyeing him up and down out of concern. 

“Not if you’re too tired though, you have bags under your eyes, Trey. Do you just wanna go to sleep?”

Giving you a weary smile, Trey finally tossed his sash to the side and reached for the curtains, pushing them to the side to finally take a look at your “mysterious” present. 

“In a bit, let me see what you got me…”

Trey’s breath hitched, he suddenly felt very wide awake as his eyes roamed up and down your body. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see that you set up string lights along the top of the canopy for ambiance, making you look like you were almost glowing. Though it wasn’t that that made him lose his voice. 

You were sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs curled underneath you, dressed in the most darling sage-green, sheer baby doll dress. The dress's puffy sleeves and hem were lacy, matching the lace on the stockings. 

Holy shit you were wearing stockings.

“Ha, I wanted to surprise you, I thought you could use a stress reliever.”

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

“I should’ve realized that you’d be tired from studying for midterms, sorry.”

You're trying to rile him up, right?

“But, still, do you like it? I wrapped myself up just for you~”

He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. To behave.

“In any case,” You shifted onto your knees, the dress splitting in the middle, the only thing keeping it together being a small bow at the base of your neck, revealing the lack of undergarments, just your bare skin underneath. “Even if you’re too tired and just want to sleep, I just wanted to say…”

Trey leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, batting your eyelashes and ghosting your lips over his with a teasing smile. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, a thumb rubbing soothing circles, making him melt. 

“Happy Birthday Trey~”

It’s now that he noticed that you even added a gloss to your lips, and he could smell the warm perfume on your neck as you pressed your lips to his, tongue swiping over his mouth, asking for permission to enter. Obliging, Trey sighed into the kiss and tangled his tongue with yours, his hands slipping underneath the baby doll and squeezing at your waist.

He really should go to sleep. He has to wake up early for the party. He has to dress in his birthday robes. He has to make sure that the others don’t burn down the kitchen or damage his expensive bakeware as they made his cake. 

But the way your skin felt under his gloved hands, skin meeting skin, lace, skin, and lace again.

How could he be expected to sleep now?

Trey used to pride himself on his level headedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece.

Humming in delight against your mouth, Trey slid his hands down, as you curled into his body in response, and squeezed at the fat of your thighs before picking you up. 

A yelp left your mouth as he picked you up and tossed you up the bed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it behind him as he crawled on top of you.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he saw the way the dress fell open to expose your body, your chest moving up and down as you watched him with a giddy smile. 

“Oh! I guess you’re not that tired—ah!”

You gasped as Trey grabbed your calves, tugging you up to place the back of your knees on his shoulders. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your right thigh, smirking against the lace. 

“I was tired. I should be asleep,” Trey murmured against your stocking laced skin, pressing kisses as he went farther and farther down. “Resting—kiss—Up—kiss—but no.”

He gave you a half-hearted glare, which you responded with a smile and lacing your hands through his hair as he pressed another kiss to the bend where your thigh met your sex. 

“You broke curfew, you wanted to keep me up with your little ‘present’, you know I’d get in trouble for hiding you out in my room.”

Trey gave you a bite on your thigh, groaning as he felt your hands tighten in his hair, moving back to press a soothing kiss to the mark he left.

“Are you trying to get me in trouble? Throw me in the doghouse?”  “Cause I’ll make sure you come right with me, after a little taste of my birthday treat.”

The same time he ran his tongue up your sex, Trey could feel you shiver and pull on his hair as he ate you feverishly, like a man starved from food or water for ages. 

“Mmm! Trey!” You threw your head back, bringing one hand up to slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, the walls here weren’t known to be sound-proof. 

He should probably care a bit more, especially when you let out a particularly high-pitched squeal as his tongue began fucking into your hole. 

“Trey! Oooh, Trey~” 

Bringing a finger to join his tongue, Trey smiled against your skin as you squeezed your thighs around his head, using his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to palm at his dick. 

“Trey—aaaah—wait, let me—mmph—Honey—” You let out a shuddering gasp, pulling his head up from your sex. Trey locked eyes with you, leaning into the hand you slid down to cup his cheek and caress his lower lips, wiping the slick and drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Yes? Honey?” Removing his hand from inside you to cover your own hand and kiss your palm, Trey smiled and hummed, “I like that, you know, reminds me of a husband coming home to his spouse.”

Pressing kisses up your body, soft and tingly, up your neck, and back to your lips where they belonged.

“Hmm, I really like the sound of that, (Name) Clover.” You murmured against his lips, smiling as you wrapped a leg around his waist to bring his dick closer to your sex, rubbing against him as you both sighed into each other’s mouths. 

“Is that what you want? You want me to be a cute little spouse? Dress up in a cute apron? Greet you when you come home from work?”

So focused on the softness of your lips and the wetness sliding against his dick, Trey didn’t even notice you twisting your body to turn him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the back of his pillows as you sat on top with a cheeky grin. 

“Hm? How would my husband want me to welcome him home? A hug? A kiss? Mm, what about…me?” Trey watched you with flushed cheeks as you kissed down his body, mimicking his earlier actions as you helped him tug off the rest of his clothes. 

“Oh, how nice it would be for you to come back to a warm, clean home with a spouse…” Looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick to his tip. “...ready to give soft wet holes for you to fill~”

Giving him a vision into that sweet, sweet future, you swallowed his tip, down his shaft, and started sucking. 

“Haaah—”

Trey lolled his head back into his pillow, letting out a breathless moan as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand working the rest that didn’t fit into your mouth. 

“Fuuuuck. That does sound nice—mmh!” Reaching his hand down, you immediately took one of your hands to lace it with his, squeezing it as you hummed around his cock. 

“My lovely spouse—nnnngh—their pretty mouth—unnnh—soft holes—aaaah—all for me to come home to every day, what a dream~”

A particularly harsh suck made Trey arch his back and squeeze your hand harder, a giggle vibrating his dick as you pulled off. 

“Hehe, is this your way of proposing? Kinda dirty to do it with your dick on my mouth.” You giggled, pressing kisses and quick licks along his shaft. 

“That’s okay though, you and I both know that deep down, you’re a bit of a pervert. Right?”

Trey scoffed, tugging you up with a bemused smile. “Yeah? How can you tell? Thought I hid that pretty well.”

A soft laugh escaping you, you held both of his hands, bringing them up to press kisses on his knuckles, making the green-haired man sigh fondly. 

“The way you look at me sometimes, like you’re undressing me. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, especially when I piss you off.”

Both of you let out a breathless moan as your wetness rubbed against his hard dick, grinding against one another as the tip occasionally caught against your hole, making you shiver. 

“Is it bad that sometimes I wanna get you mad so you’ll fuck me real mean? Is it bad that I want you to use me? To fuck your stress out with me?”

A lump forming in his throat, Trey let go of your hands to pull at the string holding your flimsy baby doll together. Eyes half lidded, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, watching it pool at your elbows as you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your grinding turned into vigorous humping against him, making you both gasp in pleasure. 

“Ooh, Trey, honey, baby, hubby~ Won’t you use me? Be a little mean? Pleeeease? Fuck me, fill me up like I know you want! Pleeeeease Trey? Pretty, pretty please?”

Lips smashed against yours as Trey bolted up, groaning into your mouth as he grabbed your hips in an almost painful grip. 

He picked you up once again, throwing you on all fours, covers tangling against your knees and hands, as he ripped your dress off and tossed it. 

Trey’s left hand placed itself on your hip, while his right pushed down on your back, following up your spine to the base of your neck where he pushed you down to shove your face into the sheets, forcing you into a doggy pose.

“So you do like getting me in trouble, little brat. Fine, I’ll be mean.” 

Trey lined his dick against your throbbing hole, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your ear and moving the hand on your neck to wove with your right, squeezing it reassuringly. 

“Squeeze three times if you need me to stop, otherwise, I’m going to fuck that brain right out of your pretty little head, since you don’t seem to be wanting to use it.”

In one, swift move, Trey slammed his hips to your ass, sinking nearly half his length into your warm, waiting hole. 

“FUCK! YES—MMMPH” Burying your face into the sheets to muffle your cries, Trey did the same into your shoulder, shivering at your tightness around him. 

Setting a rhythm, hips smacking into your ass, Trey worked the rest of his cock into you until he could hear the smack of your ass against his hips, the sound echoing with the creak of the bed.

Your tightness around him was heavenly, as was the sight of you sinking further into the bed and arching your ass to sloppily meet his thrusts. Straightening again, bending your arm back so that your hands could remain intertwined.

His left hand caressed your back and the fat of your behind, before bringing it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his hand in a vice grip, though you also tightened around his cock. 

Rubbing a soothing circle against the reddening skin, slowed his thrusts, making you whine and push against him. 

“Haaah, that okay? Feel good?” Trey murmured, smiling at the frantic nod and wiggle against him. “Want me to keep going?”

“Mmmph... yessshh... mmmore, mmmore... pleeeashh, honey~” Your sounds were muffled as you bit into the blanket, getting higher and higher as he obliged, not one to deny you after all. 

Every other thrust was met with a slap to one cheek, then the other, the skin turning redder and redder with his handprints marking you. The harder he went, the more and more slack you went, until he was eventually just fucking you like his personal toy. 

Though, you did offer yourself as his present, didn’t you? So it was only fair that he got to use his present as he wished, and right now, he wanted to feel you cumming around him. 

Ceasing his smacks, making you whine, Trey instead melded his body against yours, the weight both overwhelming and comforting, as his left hand instead moved to your sex to rub you to completion. 

Trey watched as you gasped for breath, completely burying your head into the bed to muffled your screams as you came around him, trembling and squeezing him. 

The feeling of your walls pulsating around his shaft was becoming dangerously addicting, and he was very greedy for more of that. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close! You can give me another one, right?”

Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, Trey adjusted you so that you sat on his dick, kissing the side of your neck for reassurance as he let go of your hand to quickly slide his arms under your knees. 

From all his years of tossing bags of flour and sugar, from kneading dough, from all the labor he’s done as a baker, picking you up was like child’s play. 

Folding your knees up to your chest so he could hold you, back flush to his chest, was nothing for him. Everything for you, though, your over sensitive hole squeezing down on him again.  

“FUCK! I caaame! Treytreytreytrey—” You dug a hand into his arm, tossing your head back and lolling your tongue out with a dumb, drooly smile on your lips. 

“A-almost there—nngh—just squeeze if I need to stop—I’m so close~”

Smashing his lips against yours for an open mouth, wet kiss, Trey pounded faster into you, determined to feel your walls pulsate again, this time as he filled your insides up like one of his pastries. 

Then, an awful, perverted thought filled his head, like a devil was whispering in his ear. 

Why doesn’t he fill them up with his kids? Don’t stop until his cum is drooling out of their hole, and go again to make up for the lost seed. He already wants them to be his spouse, why not add a few little ones to that picture?

Trey was losing any bit of restraint that he may have had as he was now determined to fullfill his fantasy. Even if you couldn’t do it, magic made anything here possible, and right now is good practice anyway.

“I’m—aaaahhh—I’m gonna come inside, okay? Fill you up, yeah?”

Digging your nails into his skin, you nodded against his mouth and whined. 

“Yessssss! Fill me up! Inside! Gimme a baby Trey! I wanna make you a daaaaddy~”

Squeezing your legs further against your chest, Trey pounded faster and faster, trembling as he reached close and closer to his peak. 

Warmth flooded his body, tingles, and he swears sparks, flying over his skin as he felt you clamp down on him for a third time. 

Your voice squealed higher and higher, any previous attempt to be quiet for naught as you practically screamed.

Trey shuddered as he finally came, cum flooding your warm insides as you went limp in his arms. 

Panting for air, both of you remained still for a minute, the bed feeling stuffy with the curtains still closed. After another minute, Trey pulled you up and off of him, shaky as his now limp dick left your warm, comfortable embrace.

Doing his best to gently place you on the bed, Trey let out a breathless laugh as you collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, blinking your eyes tiredly at the ceiling of the canopy. 

“Haah, sorry, I went too hard there, huh?”

You shook your head, giving him a tired smile and reaching a hand for him, which he took and brought up to kiss. 

“It was good, really, good. You liked your present?”

Snorting and nodding, Trey carefully scooped you up to move your head onto the pillows and gently roll off your garter stocking, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he did. 

“Yeah, I did. Come on, let me get you a shirt.”

You whined as he pulled away, exhaustion starting to steep into him as he tied back the curtains to the canopy to let the stuffiness out. Trey picked up the baby doll he’d tossed earlier, placing it into his wardrobe drawer as he dug out a shirt and sweatpants for himself and a shirt for you.

As he closed the drawer, he noticed your backpack hidden underneath it, digging in it to grab you some underwear. You had packed a pair of pajamas, apparently, but…he’d rather see you in his clothes. 

“Hmm, honey? Come to bed…” You whined, hands reaching out for him impatiently as he slipped on his clothes, crawling over to you and helping you slip your underwear and his shirt on. 

“I’m here, I’m here.”

Trey slowly blinked, eyelids heavy as he scoop you up to place you two under the covers, the soft mattress making him practically become one with the bed and you as you nestled into his chest. 

Your legs tangled with his as Trey wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. He could feel fatigue and sleep quickly taking over him as your voice vibrated against his chest, soft and sleepy. 

“Happy birthday honey, I—yawn—love…you…”

A different kind of warmth, soft and sweet, filled him as he squeezed you tighter against him, murmuring back. 

“I love you too…”

*Riiiing* *Riiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

An irritating, loud noise filled Trey’s ears as he groaned, half-awake as he turned over to smack his hand on his phone, silencing the alarm. 

“Aah…Noisy…hhggh.” Trey groaned, rolling over, careful to not crush you under him to blindly reach for his glasses. 

“Glasses…glasses…ah..”

Plastic and glass finally under his palm, Trey slipped his glasses on his face, ultimately throwing himself back into bed next to you, who’d begun shifting awake.

“Mmm, honey?” 

Grunting in response, Trey threw an arm over his eyes, irritated at the sun seeping through the window into his eyes. 

“Early…”

You chuckled, a yawn escaping you as you decided to move closer and slip a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, pressing kisses into his neck as well. 

“You’re so grumpy in the morning. Come on, you've got a big day ahead.”

“…Ugh, I do?”

Snorting at his response, Trey grunted as he felt you move, peaking under his arm to see you resting on your elbow. You had puffy, dark circles under your eyes from the little sleep you managed to get. 

“Birthdays are a pretty big deal, right?” Smiling at him, Trey squinted an eye and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in protest.

“Ugggh, yeah…”

Hearing you hum, Trey groaned in surprise as he felt you straddle his waist and caress his neck and cheeks, making him remove his arm to blink up at you. 

Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in all sorts of places. The bags under your eyes more noticeable under the night. His shirt dwarfed you. You were a hot mess, all things considered. 

He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, with how cute you were last night, but he thinks you look most beautiful like this. Better than any frilly, skimpy, or tight outfit.

“Come on, Birthday Boy, want me to give you a little pick me up?”

Kissing him with a smile, Trey moaned into the lazy, sloppy morning kiss, tilting his head back as you pressed kissed down his neck, deciding to work on leaving a love bite at the nape of his neck.

Trey’s phone chimed, making him sigh as he reached for it, letting you continue your love bites and kisses, 

Squinting at the few messages, it seemed like a few of his friends and classmates were already sending him birthday wishes. Though, a message from Cater made him blot up, a sudden shock of alertness running down his spine. 

“Ah! Trey, what is it?”

cay-cay_diamond: morning!! happy bday 2 the bday boi again! thought i let u no tht u owe me a favor, had 2 cast a silencing spell on ur roum last nite. totes ruined my beauty sleep! cay-cay_diamond: also i know u got ur lil cutie 2 distract ya, but liek dont b l8 2 ur bday breakfast, grimmy might eat it!

“Shit, we were too loud, Cater had to cast a silencing spell on the room.”

You made an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth, giving Trey an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, but at least you enjoyed it, right?”

Trey smiled, more awake now, and nodded, sharing a sweet kiss with you. 

“Definitely. You might have to consider making your go-to gift for now on, it’s gotta be my favorite one I’ve ever gotten.”

He solidified that statement with one more, firm, assuring kiss with you, before having to leave your sweet dream into the real world. 

At least he could have one part of that dream with him at his side from now on: you. 

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Danny slept next to Dick for a few days after what happened. He no longer felt secure about his place here. No matter where you go you take yourself with you and Danny is the problem here yet again.

Danny didn't understand affection, at least not the kind that a parent gave. The moment Danny told Dick that his parents were scientists Richard understood. Gotham had seen dozens of scientists who pushed the boundaries of morality and there was no shortage of children used to fulfill their ambitions.

Danny still missed his parents. Regardless of how things ended, he had lived his entire life with a family unit that on paper meant life was stable. He had somewhere to go and people who at least acknowledged him as family. Parents that took care of him at least out of obligation.

This story sounded familiar. Like Jason who never stopped loving his mom despite everything or Tim who accepted his neglect as what it was. They didn't know what it was like to have parents that loved them like they should. Dick was lucky to have the parent he had.

Danny remembered quiet dinners as his parents rushed to finish the food that Jazz made or them going on long tirades about their research. For 12 years they devotedly worked on that portal. Every chance they got they'd run off to the basement. Because it was their life's work, the only thing that mattered.

When it was unveiled, Jazz only scoffed. She hated the portal. Dad looked to Danny for praise and Danny didn't know what to say.

"Isn't it just the greatest thing you've ever seen?" Dad put his hand around Danny's shoulder.

"Well...its definitely a thing." Danny laughed awkwardly.

Danny had hoped that when the portal finished it would mean he'd spend time with his parents. Maybe they'd give him more than a passing glance when he brought them his report card. He could share with them his dreams and plans to be an astronaut. Show them the stars and all his research. To prove to them that he was a scientist too.

But that didn't happen. None of that would ever happen.

Jazz warned him not to hope for too much.

"People don't change Danny." She said simply.

Danny still tried. He still hoped. That hope made him try.

That hope killed him.

Danny never told Dick the specifics, about the accident. Dick never pried, but he knew something wasn't right.

Danny would cry in his sleep some nights. Dreams of a life that was far away now. Dick couldn't do much, all he could do was hold Danny's hand and wait for the nightmare to pass in hopes that Danny would forget his dream when he opened his eyes.

Danny's body was scarred. Something he used his powers to cover but they were still there and appeared when the stress got too much. Dick only saw a small part of them.

Dick got a full view once of Danny's back once when Dick left him a change of clothes. Lichtenberg scars like feathered ferns ripped through Danny's left arm and back. Danny hated it when people saw his scars and the marks disappeared the moment he realized he was being watched.

Dick didn't mention it. Not even the faint green glow the marks gave off.

"Why does Batman hate me?" Danny asked peeking out from under his blanket. He was still shrunk down

Dick bundled the toddler up in the blanket.

"He doesn't hate you. He just...he doesn't like things he doesn't understand." Dick tried to not make that sound awful.

"He doesn't understand me." Danny sighed.

"And he doesn't have to. He won't do anything to you. Not with me around. I promise. I know you've been hurt before and you must have felt alone but you got me." Dick ruffled his little fuzzball's hair.

(Ignore small errors. Have bat picture.)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for "using" a cucumber and putting it back in the fridge?

(🥒👌 to find later)

Please, I know it sounds nuts but hear me out. I feel awful and I need to know just how bad this is. Also, I intentionally left as much as possible vague as I am a minor and I do not want this to get removed for being too explicit. But the story will not make sense if I don't include certain things, please understand.

So I (16M) grew up in and currently still live in the bible belt, with extremely conservative evangelical parents. As a taste of what it's like, we have church 3 times a week, and church camp every summer. We are only allowed to access Netflix through a stupid content filter app and we can only use a restricted smart phone that is regularly checked at random by our parents. We get an hour and a half of computer usage every other day, and the internet on the computer is heavily filtered also. The only reason I have access to Tumblr and am able to post this now is because my best friend's older brother gave me his old android for my birthday a few years ago. His family is much more open minded, and I'm very close with them. I also think they have always felt a little bad for me with my family being the way they are.

I'm also gay. Obviously, my family does not know, and I intend to keep it that way. I won't go too deep into it, but it will suffice to say I struggled a lot when I was younger over this. The good thing is that in the last few years, I've been able to accept myself more and come to terms with what my own feelings about religion and faith really are. I came out to my best friend and his brother a little over a year ago, and they've been very supportive. I have yet to tell any of my other friends.

Recently, I've been trying out alcohol since my friends found a hookup. Something I have discovered is that I tend to get lewd feelings when I drink, which has nearly caused a few embarrassing moments around friends. Coincidentally, I have also been experimenting with... certain things. Being a minor, I obviously can't enter any of the adult stores around me, nor would I feel comfortable asking any of my friends to drive me there if I could. I also can't order anything online because my bank account is connected to my parents, and I don't have a shipping address I'm comfortable using for those items either. So instead, I use household objects that belong to me and can be sanitized easily. You might see where this is going.

Yesterday evening, I came home from best friend's house with a full bottle of wine in my backpack. We and a few other friends had already been sipping on a few beers that afternoon, and I still felt a little buzzed. After my family went to sleep, despite already having a little alcohol in my system, I proceeded to get wasted on this bottle of wine in my room. I don't have the clearest memory of all of this, but at some point, I got hungry and lewd-feeling. Went into the kitchen and, through some kind of thought process I can only imagine now, came back into my room with a cucumber. From the title of the post, you can hazard a guess as to what happened to this cucumber. Once I was done, I drukedly and quickly washed it in the bathroom sink and threw it back into the fridge. I went to sleep.

I started freaking out as soon as I woke up this morning. There were four cucumbers in the fridge, I was pretty positive at least two were going to be used for dinner tonight, and I had no idea which cucumber I did the deed with. To make matters worse, my mom was inviting the pastor of our church and his family over for dinner. I have practically no money currently, no license or vehicle, and no friends with vehicles free to pick up new cucumbers for me (and no reasonable explanation as to why I needed them to spot me for four cucumbers specifically). I also have no believable reason to give for why we shouldn't have cucumbers added in the salad mix. My mom knows I love them, and they haven't gone bad. Can't say I ate them because who the hell eats four raw cucumbers? And she'll interrogate both my brother and I until she gets a satisfying answer if I just throw them out. I didn't know what the hell to do about this and I was close to having a panic attack, so... I took a nap.

Evening came. Guests came over, dinner happened. We had porkchops with macaroni and side salads. Cucumbers were in the salad, and I along with pastor's family and my own, ate it like nothing was wrong. My parents, the pastor and his wife had an engaging conversation about politics, religion, and some mild church gossip after dinner. My little brother continued to read his book, and I had a very awkward and one-sided conversation about Young Sheldon with the pastor's daughter. Then they left. And I went to my room to mentally implode.

To say I'm horrified is a major understatement. I don't think anyone is going to get sick because I scrubbed all of the cucumbers with soap multiple times and cleaned the vegetable drawer with bleach when I woke up this morning. I guess I also don't know that the violated cucumber was one of the ones that was used for dinner tonight, but then it's only a matter of days until we have salad again, or if mom cuts one up for water. I've rattled my brain for any way I could get some new cucumbers without telling anyone the details of the event, but I have nothing. Don't even have the money, anyway. Gave up the last bit of cash I had for the damn wine yesterday, and I have $0.43 in total on my debit card.

Admittedly, there is a very small part of me that doesn't even really care if they have eaten or end up eating the damn thing. I can't stand my family. My parents are invasive, controlling and neurotic, and don't give a shit about how I'm doing in so far as it pertains to god and the church. I'm a little more sympathetic to my brother as he's been stuck in this hell with me, but at 13 he's already begun to regurgitate way more religious dogma than I ever did at his age. And I know for a fact that they would want nothing to do with me if they found out I was gay. They'd probably kick me out on the street and spit on me if I had to guess. But even still, this is only a small part of how I feel. What I did was still so gross, and no amount of animosity I have for them can change how mortifed I am. I do have at least a semblance of a conscience.

So...AITA for all of this? WIBTA if I did nothing about the other two cucumbers? Please help.

[chrissv4mp]

★ OLD FARM, NEW FACES

INTRODUCTION reading now...

WARNINGS: none!

SUMMARY: after a long year of struggle, your parents decide to move back to the place you spent most of your childhood years: the old farm that they never had the heart to get rid of. however, after leaving a decade ago, they hired some help who you were never aware of until your arrival.

WORDS: 1,263

NOTES: so.... just got reminded that billie can ride horses & who doesn't love a cowgirl au? finneas is also starring in some chapters :)

NAVIGATION ; SERIES MASTERLIST

COWGIRL!BILLIE EILISH × F!READER

"you guys are doing this just to spite me!" you'd yelled at them, specifically your father who was the one who always pushed you. your eyes were teary, like you would break if they said anything else. it was already bad enough that you had to move. it'd only be worse if they tried to say something in their defense.

your mom only sighed, frowning in sympathy, "honey, you know we don't want to leave either. we'd stay if we could, but... it's just too expensive living here anymore, and your father got a great job back in redrock."

your eyes widened in disbelief, huffing in exasperation as your eyes moved to your father for any kind of backup. none, just a firm nod from him, "you're not serious, Mom. we're really going back to that shitty tow—?"

your father was quick to jump in, his eyes wide and his finger wagging at you in disapproval, "don't speak to your mother like that, Y/N! you are one of the reasons we're even leaving in the first place." what?

his words hit you like a bullet. your whole body frozen in shock as you exhale quietly, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall right then and there, "dad—i—what?" he wasn't serious. he wasn't serious, right? it was just something he said in his fit of—

"don't act like that, Y/N. your grades have been dropping rapidly and you're always so caught up with your friends and that fucking phone of yours," he says sternly, his voice more calm than previously, "pack your things, we're leaving at 6 for the airport."

'WELCOME TO REDROCK RIDGE' a street sign read, one of many that you had to pass by on this more than miserable car ride to the old farm you used to call home. (when you were quite literally 7.)

music blasted from your earbuds into your ears, drowning out any sounds of rocks hitting the exterior of the car and, more importantly, your parents' voices. they were the last people you wanted to talk to right now, or better, even look towards at all.

a gentle song played into your ears, soothing your nerves temporarily as you tapped your thigh in rhythm with the beat of the song, the guitar playing quietly in the back, sounding almost euphoric.

a few long strums of the instrument brought the song to an end, and when the silence enveloped you, your mother spoke, breaking your peace and the only escape for your time here, "we're here, hon," she gives you a half-assed smile in an attempt to get you to talk, but all you do is nod, unbuckling your seatbelt and swinging your door open.

"i'll get your bags, go inside the house." your father spoke as he rounded the car to stand in front of you. he stared down at you expectantly, but you only gave him a raise of your eyebrows, huffing before you moved past him and stomped towards the house.

your mom yelled something inaudible to you as you opened the door, scoffing at the knowledge that it wasn't locked after all those years. you expected the house to be in shambles the whole ride here, but now, as you look around, it's quite clean and seems to be running perfectly.

it smells of fresh flowers, a clear contrast to the awful smell of manure just outside the front door. you don't understand how your 7-year-old self liked being around the horses. it probably smelt worse in the barn after all these years.

nobody was even around to take care of the place, and it hit you hard knowing that the animals hadn't been fed in forever. you thought your parents would've cared enough about the place and animals to hire some help, but, you guess not. what were you expecting?

you find yourself taking your earbuds out, stuffing them in the back pocket of your jeans as you walk up the old staircase. it wasn't dusty, not even a spec in sight as you run your fingertips along the railing. what the fuck?

brushing the weird feeling off, you walk down the hall, finding yourself standing right in front of your childhood room. you chuckle softly at the piece of paper taped to the door, "NO BOYS!! (expect dad)"

it seemed as if your room was the only one left untouched, your door being the only one shut on the upper level of the old house. your hand shakes in the slightest as you turn the doorknob, pushing forward and watching as your past is revealed once again.

your lips curve into a smile as you notice the stick toy horse lying against your bed, remembering the times you and your father used to have imaginary horse races. you were closer with him then, what ever went wrong?

your fingers slip off the door frame as you enter the room, eyes moving all around the small space as you approach your bed. you take a seat on the edge, feeling the mattress dip underneath your hands as you lean back.

memories flood into your mind as you look around, noticing even the smallest things like the name of a boy just behind your desk. you smile again, giggling quietly.

"Y/N!" your mothers voice breaks you out of your short trip down memory lane, your head turning in the direction of your bedroom door, "come down here!"

how were you already in trouble? you just got here. God, they always had to pick at any little thing you did. you sigh, standing up and taking one final glance before you walk out, shutting the door behind you softly.

grabbing your phone, you unlock it, noticing that you had no bars. seriously? as you swipe on your phone, trying some apps, you descend down the stairs, "hey, what's with the—"

you cut yourself off, almost dropping your phone as you look up from the screen. what. the. fuck.

there stood a (rather short) black-haired girl, a cowboy—cowgirl, in this scenario—hat sat atop of her head, her hair in a messy ponytail. she wore a black wife-beater and baggy light blue jeans, a red flannel thrown over her shoulder. her arms were muscular, like she'd been working. a lot. oh my God.

"hey there, pretty," she spoke, flashing you a gorgeous smile as she tipped her hat. her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, a thin layer of sweat coating her beautiful face, "i'm billie. ts' nice to meet'cha,"

you only stood there and gawked, eliciting a sift chuckle from billie. she placed her hat back on her head, snapping you out of your trance as you stepped down the last of the stairs, "hey—hi, I'm Y/N. nice to meet you as well, billie."

her name rolled off your tongue perfectly, almost like it was meant to be spoken by your pretty lips. your mother and father stood on the right side of the girl, exchanging forced smiles.

"pretty name," the cowgirl commented, winking at you as she offered you a hand. you took it nervously, feeling the callouses on her fingertips as she tugged you closer playfully, "can't wait to have some company on the farm. you seem interesting."

"you—you do, too," you mutter, your face feeling hotter than usual as you stare into her beautiful blue eyes, smiling softly. she was prettier than anyone you'd ever seen.

"the barn, 6AM, Y/N. i'll see you soon,"

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[torialefay]

dear tori, do you have a minute to talk about our lord and savior christopher bang, and more specifically these videos from the met gala?

https://twitter.com/backsdoors/status/1787611418755285267?t=XkWEPIdkxCvncRqTISp_3A&s=19

https://twitter.com/backsdoors/status/1787621386053189754?s=19

thank you for your time.

—🧸

hi 🧸 anon!!!! i hadn't seen that second link you sent me and oh my god 😭😭😭😭

here's the thing: i am delusional. and all of these clips make me think about what it would be like to be chan's girlfriend at the met.

you're in the crowd at the met waiting nervously for all of the kids to arrive. and when they do, you feel like the proudest parent in the world. they way they look and behave is giving you the biggest sense of fulfilment. they all look scared shitless, but a proud mom moment nonetheless.

and then, you look over and finally lock in on your boyfriend. how fucking beautiful he is. his cape falling off of his body to reveal a suit that had been tailored just for him. his big, broad shoulders highlighted along the line of the jacket.

and the way that he'd secure his jacket inward to make sure it looked perfect. he knew he had to be perfect tonight with so many eyes on him.

and you'd watch in awe as they did what they do best. charming everyone. your group of boys, now looking like grown men. you couldn't contain yourself. before you knew it, tears were starting to well up in your eyes as you smiled and covered your mouth. this was all just too perfect.

when you'd focused in on your boyfriend again, that's when you really lost it. you couldn't believe he'd made it here. your fucking man. at the met gala. the shine in his eyes looked like it was made for him. and everything about him was made for you.

as you started releasing a few tears, you couldn't help to yourself but mouth the words "my baby" while looking in awe. grasping your hands to your chest, you took deep breaths, admiring him for all he was. "so perfect," you'd mouth again.

you watched again as the boys went up the stairs for their interviews. although you couldn't hear them, you were sure that they were doing great. chan was holding the mic the entire time, and your heart raced, looking at the emotions going across his face to clue you in to what they were talking about. others may not be able to notice, but you knew that he was nervous. he showed it in his own, hidden way. your perfect boyfriend.

your eyes would continue to follow as they finished their interviews. you could see the relief on chan's face once he realized that the hard part was over with. he was so excited and so giddy to know that he could now freely enjoy himself for the rest of the night. he'd gotten through it, and he'd done a good job. while waiting to go into the museum, he looked out to see if he could find you. he craned his neck in all directions and squinted harshly until he could make out your face. you smiled as hard as you could, waving and giving him small excited fist bumps into the air. he perked right up, following your moves.

when they were about to enter the huge building, a panicked look came over chan's face as he was told that they needed to do something with the members' phones. they only had a couple of staff near them, but they offered to take care of it. while the members handed chan all of the phones, he was struggling to hold him in his two hands. instinctually, chan turned his body around to find you in the crowd, motioning for you to come up and take the phones for him. he knew you'd keep them safe in your purse.

a bit embarrassed, you knew that this is what it meant to be the mom and dad of stray kids. always having to take care of the kids. trying to draw the absolute least amount of attention, you shimmied up the stairs and to the boys waiting patiently.

you threw your hands out, almost in a panic, to retrieve the phones so that the boys could get back on schedule. you placed each one quickly in your purse before zipping it up and resting it snug to your hip.

"thank you baby," chan huffed out, a sigh of relief on his face.

you'd fully expected to grab the phones and dash, but instead, chris pulled you in for a quick peck on the lips to say thank you. you blushed incessantly as you pulled away, locking your eyes on his. for one fleeting moment, it was just you and him.

you had to break the eye contact to quickly get back downstairs. you told the boys they did great and to have a fun time. that you'd be waiting with their phones as soon as they were done.

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the next day would be filled with photos of you at the gala. a quick snap of your kiss with chan of course. and a shot of you "to the rescue" and taking up the phones. but there was a video you didn't expect as well. in the crowd, you could be seen with your big watery eyes, mouthing the phrase "my baby... so perfect" while you stared with so much love at chris.

comment after comment was speaking your praises. captions like "if my future partner isn't like this, i don't want them" and "literal goals. they are so in love." ... and they weren't wrong.

you'd be dubbed as the "mom and dad" of kpop. everyone would be able to see AND feel the love you'd have with your little stray kids family. and to be honest, even the members themselves saw you that way too.

[dullgecko]

Fabian’s gonna freak the F out when Sklonda shows them Riz baby pics “What do you mean the ball was ever an actual infant!”

He then explains about how he thought goblins were born fully formed or grown like plants or something (sorry I can’t remember what u said exactly in the ask) and Sklonda seriously and with actual concern ask Fabian if he knows where babies come from and if his parents ever gave him ‘the talk’.

Also I was thinking about baby goblins being irresistibly cute and how not a lot of people having seen them; while as their instincts told them to sklonda and pok did keep Riz mostly safely hidden away as a baby but there were times they had to for whatever reason take him out and Riz even then was a curious little guy constantly poking his head out to see the world out of whatever bundle he was in unlike most shy goblin kits.

Goblins are normally notwell liked by other species so sklonda and pok were pretty sure a baby goblin would receive the same treatment.

To their surprise it was the opposite problem, everyone found baby Riz adorable and often overstepped boundaries and personal space, treating him more like an exotic pet than an actual baby.

This all accumulates one day day when a complete stranger goes to grab and hold Riz but before they can either/both sklonda and pok are hissing and growling calling the person a number goblin swear words as they’ve backed up a safe distance away while shielding an overwhelmed stressed out Riz.

Honestly it’s lucky the stranger was noticed before they could actually touch Riz, otherwise they would have learnt from personal experience how much damage a goblins teeth and claws can actually do.

Xx

"What the fuck, he was an actual infant at some point? I thought they were grown like plants." Fabian muttered, squinting his eye at the array of pictures Sklonda had pulled from the photo album. The statement earning an amused snort from Fig who was also sitting at the table perusing the stack, occasionally snapping photos of the cuter ones to add to her personal collection. The rest of their party had left to go procure some lunch, given that they seemed to be staying there for the whole day while Riz tried to sleep off his fever.

He'd picked one of the photos up to look at it closer, flipping it over to see the date on the back since Riz was clearly eating birthday cake in the photo and making a mental note of it for later. Riz tended to be very cagey with personal details about himself so all they'd managed to work out so far was the month of his birthday, now they could actually nail down a specific day.

He jumped slightly when Sklonda put a concerned hand on his arm after the comment, lowering her voice and patting it in a way that was entirely too sincere for his likeing.

"Aw honey, did.... has no one told you were babies come from? I mean, I know your mom is a bit uhhhh-" She waved a hand near her head to indicate the general vagueness that Halarial tended to exist in "-but i thought you would have found out by now. If you have any questions just let me know okay?"

Fabian sputtered, face going red as he sat up straighter in his chair. "What? No of course I know where babies come from. Evidently not goblin babies but you know... the rest."

He waved his hand towards the window before pushing his chair back and standing, heading over to his schoolbag to dig out a book he'd clearly borrowed from the library. "I asked Riz and he said he was never an infant, and i mean the book corroborated his story so i believed him."

Fabian flipped through a few pages, finding one titled GOBLIN in all capital letters and placing it down on the table. "See, there. It says so right there."

Fig leaned across the table to read what Fabian was pointing at, wincing and lifting up the book so she could read the title on the front page. "Dude this is a monster encyclopedia.... from like, fifty years ago."

"Well, i mean, i couldnt find anything else talking about goblin children. This is the only thing that even mentioned them." Fabian floundered, going even redder when Sklonda laughed as she read through the wildly incorrect information before shutting the book and handing it back.

"Oh honey no. They're made like any other baby, more or less, our anatomy is a little different than humanoids but its still the same process. If you're that curious i'm sure i have a pamphlet around here somewhere." Sklonda had to wipe a tear from her eye from laughing so hard "Though I can understand the confusion. You've probably never even seen a kit before. They're so small we try to keep them indoors or hidden out of sight in public because a random seagull could snatch them up. Or people. Gods Riz was so cute as a toddler people were constantly trying to pick him up."

"I mean we still pick him up all the time." Fig snickered, Fabian having sat back down in his chair with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest to pout.

"Yes I'm aware. It was worse when he was little though. Despite my efforts to keep him hidden he just wanted to run around and look at everything." She dug through the album, finding a picture of Riz perched on top of one of the wooden horses on a spring down at the local park. Pok hovering nervously behind him with his hands outstretched just in case he fell.

"We also used to take him to the library a lot but got banned when one of the other parents in the reading room tried to pick Riz up. Pok made a bit of a mess of the floor when he grabbed their wrist to stop them and we got banned."

[blizzardsuplex]

A person we will hide behind the name @sadiesm told me that people were wondering if the "mom shooting dad" stuff MJF mentioned yesterday was actually true, so I decided to compile a bunch of fun (and "fun") points of interest about Roddy Strong's early life under the cut.

(All of this is stuff that he's publicly said in interviews/podcasts, by the way. I'm no internet stalker. CW for mentions of drug abuse and domestic violence.)

Yes, his mom did shoot his dad. Specifically, when he was around 11, his mom, who was a user of "hard" drugs and would often disappear for 2-3 weeks at a time on "trips" to do them, tried to drive off to do just that, only to find that the car battery had been disconnected by his dad to prevent it. They were both drunk (his dad especially abused alcohol), they fought to the point it got physical (which sadly wasn't uncommon), and when Roddy's dad was watching TV in their trailer extension shortly afterwards, his mom came in and shot him.

Roddy, however, was not there at the time; that night he was sleeping over at his cousin's (his older sister was, though).

His mom went to jail and his dad had to be a single parent for a while, which is why when he got a call if he wanted to train to be a pro wrestler he brought 12-year-old Roddy with him (they couldn't afford a babysitter).

The trainer for the first few months was Jim "the Anvil" Neidhart, which immediately hooked Roddy because it was someone he'd watched growing up; he would sit in the grass for hours (they trained in Neidhart's backyard IIRC) and just watch for a month.

One day Anvil tells Roddy to get in the ring if he wants, he fucks around on the top rope, and on the ride home his dad tells him something along the lines of "hey, Jim said that if you stuck to this, you might end up being something"

Whether or not Anvil was just being polite, that was the first time Roddy had been praised by anyone other than his parents for anything he felt he actually did/chose to do, and from then on he adopted wrestling as "his own thing".

He had a ring built in his own backyard and would wrestle himself for hours because he thought having a good match with a broomstick was an actual test.

He wrestled Davey Boy Smith Jr. when they were kids (he didn't live very far from where they trained); it was an awful match and Roddy nearly broke Davey Boy's arm on an incorrectly-applied arm wringer, but it was his first match captured on (home video) tape.

One of his constant supports coming up was WWF/WWE wrestler Molly Holly, who he'd send his tapes to; she actually trained with him in the backyard.

Speaking of WWF/WWE women, he innovated Victoria's finisher, the Widow's Peak, or at least is where she ultimately got it from (Molly Holly saw Roddy do it on a Florida indie show at when he was 15).

When he finally got friends thanks to high school football, he'd invite them to mess around in his ring...but it never lasted for long because they'd complain about how much Roddy would beat them up, LOL.

In high school, he did: football, shotput, a bit of tennis, and cheerleading.

He was also in gifted classes and his scholarship to university was apparently an academic one.

He apparently slept around a lot in his 20s, but he's only ever had three girlfriends (the third was Marina Shafir, who he ofc eventually married): the first was in high school, the second his first wife who he had been in an on-again, off-again relationship with for ten or so years--and he's actually said something along the lines of "I felt that of course I had to get a girlfriend; that's what guys my age do, right?"

He almost quit wrestling altogether until he got a letter from Ring of Honor at 19...and so everything that happened after happened.

To end on a funnyish story: when he was 7, Roddy, his dad, his uncle, and his cousin went to one of the concerts in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Coming Out of Our Shells tour. He was having a great time and was singing along to every word (apparently he loved the album)...until Leonardo came down into the crowd. Roddy, like every other kid there, rushed to touch him, but (according to him, because he was a very overweight child) he tripped, and by the time he got back up Leo was too far away. He then cried the entire rest of the night.

[angelwinkteruhashi]

How do you feel about your parents?

Nothing, really. I know I should love them, and I do! But they're not really... active in my life, I guess? My mom specifically just... isn't interested in anything regarding me. I think she's jealous I'm prettier than her? I'm not sure.

They were always very adamant on me making people's day though, so I can't really be mad at them. Making sure the world can be awed by someone like me is important, so I'm happy they pushed me in the right direction!

One time, I got into this argument with a kid in kindergarten because he grabbed my hair, and my parents were super disappointed in me. I actually got grounded for a few months over it and had to apologize. Looking back, I'm disappointed too- that's no way for the perfect girl to behave!

[bengiyo]

Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear! Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Thanks to @isaksbestpillow for making this watch possible.

Last time, Makoto went on a friend date with Daichi to find an appropriate gift for his closeted boyfriend's father. They eventually found a massager that felt appropriate. Meanwhile, Kakeru has taken some steps to exit the house more, but he's taking care to avoid kids his own age because he never feels like he can connect with them. We got additional insight into Daichi, learning that he's suffered excruciating homophobia, and every day he chooses to be brave enough to be kind. We also met Daichi's mom, and I appreciate that he probably learned his considerate approach to people from her. Daichi and Makoto had an amazing conversation about what to do if Kakeru is trans, and also in the public bath. It felt like Makoto made a genuine breakthrough last episode.

I like how gentle the mom is being with Kakeru about this situation. Even though she's so happy to see him in person, she's not making it feel overly special that he's out and talking, and she led with check ins.

It's really important to me that Mika is making the choice about Kakeru's future one he gets to decide.

I don't know how they were before Makoto decided to update himself, but their teamwork feels familiar. I think he at least trusted his wife's instincts when it comes to their kids.

I love that we're seeing Daichi with his boyfriend away from the Okita family. We should know what his own life looks like. I'm also enjoying the vibe between him and his huge boyfriend. I love that they're both veterinary students.

Man, Daichi overwhelms me with feelings every time. He's so good about framing a challenge or difficulty in a way that's manageable.

I liked Makoto getting a glass out for Mika to have a beer with him. It felt like it was something they do sometimes. I do wish he'd tell Kakeru this story, too. I think he'd appreciate knowing that his dad became this macho type because of bullying.

I'm gonna cry again about this conversation in the car. Really Kakeru just needed to know that his dad had his back. Gender is not so simple, and I like that Kakeru clarified that he doesn't dislike being a man, but he doesn't want to present as coarse or 'manly,' and wants to be cute.

"No one is more ignorant and obstinate than me. You've got immunity," ended up being way more heartfelt than it might have a few episodes ago.

"Let me think about it," has been hitting so hard from the Japanese shows since 2021. I don't know the specifics of what Madoka has been through, but I like that his immediate thought after catching himself was to thank Daichi for the regard he showed his parents.

So relieved that these girls weren't immediately mean to Kakeru.

Don't blow this for us, Makoto. Just be patient and let Kakeru show you the way.

Well well well, the girls want our boy's advice.

Crying again about the mom's note.

I like this woman on their team. I think she's Shimura. She does not take workplace abuse in stride and holds her ground.

I remain obsessed with Apple.

These girls let him opt out of karaoke. There is hope.

Wait, but this overachiever seems pissed that he's crushing her hustle.

I do love that Moe came running for her brother.

Aw, Makoto didn't get the "keep it normal" memo and overdid it.

Hey, Moe is bringing the dad in on the situation now! That feels earned from episode 2!

I, too, hope Kakeru finds his B-suke-kun.

Mmm, familiar kids from Madoka.

This show is so rewarding. The relationship developments from previous episodes continually pay off. Daichi's influence is helping both Okita men make it through their troubles, and now Makoto is able to coordinate with Mika and Moe about Kakeru. Everything isn't suddenly fixed, but you can see the effort beginning to pay off. I'm going to be thinking about that car conversation for a long time. I am glad we're seeing an independent Daichi plot, but I am worried it won't end happily.

[steebharringt0n]

knocked up - part II

summary: two pink lines and a town in ruins - steve harrington knew this wasn't a safe place for you, he's on a mission to find a place that is. warnings: sexual themes, she/her pronouns, female anatomy, language, mentions of death, pregnancy pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader author's note: remember when i said this would be three parts? i lied, it's going to be four lmao thanks for your patience! enjoy! tag list: @sheisjoeschateau @ali-r3n

part I | part II

The water dripping in your bathroom faucet echoed loudly as it splashed beneath the sink. Your right leg twitched uncontrollably as you sat on the toilet seat, palms smoothing out your jeans as you waited for the timer.

It was pointless, you already knew. A blood test at your job confirmed it but still, your mind was in denial. Freshly out of high school and pregnant with the baby of the first guy you meet in your new town. It was pathetic, it was mortifying, it was almost embarrassing. Telling your parents was one thing, but telling Steve? You weren’t sure how that was going to go. 

Sure he seemed great with kids but did he actually want kids? Would he want to get married and settle down?

Would he even want this baby? 

The shrill ringing of the timer brought you out of your thoughts. You lifted your head up from your hands, face red and splotchy from the tears that cascaded down your face. You pulled yourself up from the seat and walked towards the sink, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. With trembling hands you picked up the test, another 2 bright pink lines faced you, almost mocking you.

You let out another sob from your mouth, placing down the pregnancy test you glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes scanned all across your body, imagining just how much it was going to change within the next few months. Your chest was going to get bigger, no doubt, you were already starting to feel sore and tender. Your hands then moved down to your stomach, resting your palms flat against the fabric of your shirt.

A warmth bloomed beneath you, you closed your eyes and just felt the beat of your heart pump through you, not just you but the little seed that had begun to grow. You let a shaky exhale out, trying to calm yourself down before planning out your next moves. 

You knew Steve would be calling you in a few hours, but you needed a moment, well more like the whole night to rethink and reevaluate your entire life. 

So when your mom’s knuckles came tapping on your door, phone in hand, you shoo’d her away.

“It’s your friend Steve on the phone”

You’re curled up on your bed, hugging your pillow, your face smushed within your sheets. 

“I’m not feeling well tell him I’ll call him later”

You heard your moms voice echo back your exact words to Steve over the phone, she then shuffled away from your door, her footsteps echoing in the background.

Right now you just wanted the world to stay still, to stop rotating until you got your head on straight, but as you glanced over to the clock on your nightstand you knew time was wasting away and he would have to know sooner or later. 

—

Robin hated the opening shift.

For one she had to wake up at an ungodly hour and on a Saturday no less. Second, she had to work with Keith and his cheese stained hands and his god awful flirting with women who were way beyond his league. If she thought Steve’s flirting was bad then Keith’s was somewhere down in hell. 

Steve had begged her to switch shifts. It’d been two days since he last heard from you. He had stopped by your work and found out that you had taken the rest of the week off. He'd been a mess for the last days after you kept rejecting his calls. His mind was running a million miles per minute, thinking about the worst possible scenario. His plan was to go over to your house in the morning, catch you early, to make sure you were okay, and that specifically you and him were okay. 

You two weren’t official just yet but Steve had plans on asking you to be his girlfriend this past Friday.  He had a whole night planned out. He was going to take you out, make it all real fancy and romantic. Then take you out for ice cream, drive to the quarry and ask you then after. He even made a playlist for the night, he’d been looking forward to it all week and then, his plans all went astray. 

After his breakup with Nancy, he had become a little paranoid, a little anxious when girls would blow him off. Was it something that he did? Something he said? Did he have bad breath? Was he not charming enough? All these questions floated around in his head and it was eating away at him. After having your heart absolutely crushed by your first love you keep a bit of those scars, and fears, within you.

After hearing him whine all night long Robin reluctantly agreed to switch.

“Robin I swear I’ll make it up to you” he promised her.

She rolls her eyes as she finishes sorting through the video returns. 

“Yeah, yeah” she waves him off.

However, as Robin was getting Family Video ready for the day she spotted a figure lingering outside of the store. She narrows her eyes towards the front of the store, trying to get a better look at the person. They’re here way too early on a Saturday she thinks to herself. 

But as the person continues to pace back and forth in front of the store she finally gets a good look at the person and she realizes, it’s you. 

“What the hell …” she mutters to herself. 

She walks towards the front and unlocks the door. She pokes her head out,

“Hey … Steve’s not here, he … “ she stops right in her tracks when she realizes that you’ve been crying. Your face is puffy and red, hair slightly disheveled and you’re still in your PJs. Robin fully comes out of the store now, a concerned look now etched across her face. 

“Hey Robin, do you know where he is? I - I need to talk to him” you quietly say. You give her a watery smile to try to quell her nerves.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to god I will rip his nuts off - “

“No no no! Robin, he’s been great, he’s been wonderful” you pause to take a breath, your morning plan had suddenly gone astray and now you were racking your brain to figure out what to do next. 

“But you’re crying, something’s wrong …” Robin trails off.

You reach down and grab Robin’s hand, more for comfort than anything. “Robin, can we talk inside?” You ask her.

Robin is taken aback by your action. But by the look of your face something serious is happening and Steve is involved. Robin nods and takes you inside the store.

“Keith I’m taking my 15 minutes now” she states to Keith as she walks past him in the front. 

“Hey hey, she can’t go back there! Employees only!” He exclaims as Robin takes you to the back break room. 

“Girl problems! Suck it up Keith!” She shouts back to him as she pulls you inside and shuts the door. 

She pulls out a chair for you to sit and she grabs one and sits right across from you. She leans down towards you, her blue eyes bore into yours as she holds your hands. 

“Alright, spill”

You give yourself a second to catch your breath, but the moment your breath becomes steady, tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. Your heart starts to beat heavily and Robin can feel how clammy your palms are. In the softest voice you tell her,

“Robin I’m pregnant”

Robin leans back in her seat, blue eyes wide and blank. She feels as if her world has been shifted, completely tilted on its side. 

“Oh shit”

You sniff, “yeah, oh shit”

Her best friend was going to be a dad and by the looks of it he still didn’t know. A million thoughts start running through her head, she knows how much Steve liked this girl, hell he wouldn’t shut up about her since he met her. 

But now they were going to be parents and she’s not sure how to react. She gets up from her seat and starts pacing,

“Did you tell Steve yet?” She asks. 

“No, that’s why I was coming here. I - I finally got the courage to tell him.”

“What about your parents?”

Your head shakes, “it’d be best if they don’t know”

They didn’t need to know, they were dealing with too much. 

Robin nods but she’s starting to feel a little overwhelmed, “Okay, okay, this is fine. Steve’s going to be a dad, Steve Harrington, dingus extraordinaire is going to be a father, a - and I’m going to be an Aunt! Wait, no, I’m not his sister, but they’ll most likely call me Aunt Robin -  “

“Robin”

“ - but wait, do I want to be called Aunt Robin? What if they want to call me Aunty Robin? Or Aunt Robs - “

“Robin”

“ - you know what? It’s fine they can call me whatever they want - “

“ROBIN”

You shoot up from your seat to grab the panicking blonde by the shoulders. Her eyes are blank but wide, as if every single thought in her head was now concerned you, Steve and baby Harrington. 

“I’m sorry my brain malfunctioned” Robin says, her face clearly frazzled.

“I need you here with me Robin, focus on the bigger issue. Steve” you say his name with such an ache in your voice. You take your arms off her shoulders and sit back down, exhaling a shaky deep breath. You stare ahead, as if in a daze, 

“Do you think he’s home?” You quietly ask her.

“Most likely. He hasn’t been sleeping too much”

You look up at Robin who still has a stunned look on her face, 

“I’m gonna go, I - I need to go” you mutter.

“Wait! Do you need me to come with you? Ya know, moral support?” Robin offers. 

You shake your head, already walking toward the break room door. “No, this is something I have to do by myself”

Robin watches you disappear behind the break room door. She lets out a large breath of air that she’d been holding in. 

You swiftly walk past Keith and out the glass door and make your way back home. You were lucky that Family Video was just a couple blocks from your house, it gave you time to think about how to tell Steve. You wrapped your arms around yourself, eyes glued to the ground, completely focused on your blue slippers. 

“Hey Steve, guess what, I’m pregnant! Ugh, no, that sounds stupid, hey Steve, remember the one and only time we had sex? Well, I’m pregnant! Okay well that just sounds even worse …” you continued talking to yourself, one to pass the time and to mentally prepare yourself for this conversation. The conversation in your head ends as soon as you notice the maroon BMW sitting in your driveway. 

You watch as Steve climbs out of the car, also in his pjs, his usual well coiffed hair is all a mess. 

“Steve” you call out his name. 

He turns back to look at you and his face relaxes in relief. You both run towards each other, meeting halfway in front of your house. You engulf him in a hug, arms wrapping around his torso. You bury your face in his red sweater, relishing the smell of his scent. His large arms wrap around you, burying his head in your hair. 

But the moment you let him hold you is the moment you break down. Steve feels the way your body stiffens then shakes in sobs, he pulls away, concerned etched all across his face. 

“Hey hey, pretty girl, what's going on? Are you okay?” He questions, eyebrows etched together in concern. 

His hands come up to your face, wiping away your tears. 

“C-can we drive to the quarry?” You ask him.

Steve nods fervently, “Yes, yes of course” 

He ushers you into his car, opening the passenger door and helping you in. He runs to the driver side and jumps in, igniting the engine and peels out of your driveway. Your tears don’t stop in the car as you watch how concerned Steve is, you hated yourself for dragging him into this, but he had to know.

Steve pulls up into the quarry, rocks cracking underneath his tires as he shuts off the engine. You couldn’t even look at him, you feel so ashamed. 

He immediately turns to you, grabbing your hands. 

“Please, tell me, what’s going on? I’ve been so worried, whatever it is - “ he pauses as he sees you shaking your head.

You lick your lips, “Steve you’re going to hate me” you whisper out. 

“What? No I’m not how can I hate yo-“

“Steve I’m pregnant”

Another sob escapes your lips, “a-and I’m sorry for ruining your life, if - if you don’t want this baby I completely understand - “

His brown eyes go wide like saucers and his world goes mute for a second as whatever you say next sounds like nothing is coming out of your mouth. He hears the word sorry, and baby and he has to blink because he feels like his eyes are starting to well with tears. The wind has been knocked out of him and you’re sitting there crying your eyes out but to him you still look beautiful. 

He needs a second to let his brain process this exact moment because he knows it’s a moment he’ll remember forever. 

He lean backs, mouth slightly agape,

“You-you’re pregnant?” He stammers out. 

You avoid his gaze, nodding your head slowly.

“I - I thought you were on birth control?” He questions. 

You scoff, “Steve I think we were a bit caught up in the moment to have a discussion about that”

The car goes silent. 

A father, he’s going to be someone’s father. 

You watch him go through all different kinds of emotions within a span of a minute. You’re trying to read him but it’s hard, but you understand that he needs a couple of minutes to process the news.

“Listen if you don’t want the baby, I can find a clinic and we can -  “

“No”

You freeze, with enough courage you manage to look up at him and you see his lips curl into the smallest smile. He leans towards you and takes your small hands into his large ones. 

“I want to keep the baby” he states, his vision is zeroed in on you. 

“B-but Steve, I don’t wanna ruin your life” you sputter out. 

He knows a child would change his life, but at this point what does he have to lose? He’s always wanted to be a father, maybe this is the fire that he needs to better himself. For you and the baby. 

“You’re not ruining my life…it takes two to tango ya know” he pauses, he then shrugs, “besides, I’ve always wanted to be a dad, I guess I’m just getting a head start”

A new wave of tears start to hit your eyes, you let out a choked sob, giving Steve a watery smile. 

“We’re really doing this Harrington?” 

His small smile curls into a large one, and he starts to feel a little giddy, excited. He responds by grabbing you, slamming his lips onto yours. It’s eager, passionate and full of hope.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. Eyes completely lost in yours. There’s a weight lifted off your shoulder, your body sinks into his touch as it relaxes.

“Well I guess I have to make it official then huh?”

He pulls away, a shy look suddenly takes over his face as he takes your hands into his. 

“I had this whole night planned for us but uh, guess we skipped a few more steps again but will you be my girlfriend?”

You let out a laugh, wiping away the remaining tears away from your face. 

“Of course, yes, a million times yes” you answer, nodding to affirm your answer. A silly grin takes over his face. He grabs your face and slams his lips onto yours, pouring as much love and passion into it. Like a silent promise - I won’t leave you, I won’t ever leave you. 

It has been a whirlwind of a couple of months but in this moment, this situation, it all felt right. Like puzzle pieces falling into its place, and for once the future suddenly felt a bit more hopeful and bright for the both of you.

—-

Hawkins, Indiana March 1986

Spring: bears come out of hibernation, flowers begin to bloom, the world starts to feel a little warmer.

And for the students of Hawkins High, it also meant spring break. 

Your growing stomach was now around 5 months pregnant, the curve of your belly extended so that you couldn’t see your feet anymore. Steve was more than happy to accompany you to your doctor's appointments. You’ll never forget how his brown eyes filled with tears as you both heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. 

The pregnancy if anything made you and Steve even closer. He took on the role of a soon to be doting father very seriously, always making sure you and the baby weren’t missing anything. You spent most nights at Steve’s house anyways since you didn’t like staying at your house. You would just tell your parents that you were staying at Robin’s so they wouldn’t muddle in your business. Steve’s parents weren’t around much anyways so it was easy to hide it from them as well.

The baby was healthy and was about the size of a mango - per Robin who was quickly reading her way through many pregnancy books (while Steve was slowly yet surely making his way through one) You had both decided that you didn’t want to know the gender when the option came up. The baby was a surprise anyways so may as well keep the gender a surprise as well.  

Your belly started to poke out from most of your shirts so you were now restricted to mostly wearing Steve’s shirts around the house - but he didn’t mind. But even in your tousled hair and mood swings he still thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He never missed an opportunity to hold you and caress you with kisses and affection. He never thought he could ever feel this way towards another person again, even more now that you were carrying his child. 

The kids were surprised, yet excited for a new chapter in Steve’s life. Dustin got dibs on becoming godfather and best and number one uncle. Although you noticed recently he was spending more and more time away from Steve and more with a friend by the name of Eddie. 

It was the day after Hawkins High championship basketball game. You and Steve had gone together to support both Lucas and Robin and had considered it a mini date night, grabbing milkshakes and burgers with Robin after the match. 

You pushed the door open to Family Video, being greeted by a grinning Robin.

“Morning momma Harrington! And Harrington junior!” she exclaims behind the counter. 

Steve pulls around the corner, a cart in his hands filled with VHS tapes. He giddily walks over to you and places a chaste kiss on your lips. His hands then move to your belly.

“How are my girls doing this morning?” He asks

“Steve, what happened to keeping it a surprise huh?” You tut at him. 

“I know, I know but I feel it in my loins that the baby is a girl”

You hear Robin groan behind you, “Ew please don’t say loins, or anything to do with your junk”

You laugh, “Sorry Robs, I’ll try -“ you suddenly stop mid sentence. You instinctively grab your stomach as you feel flutters spread all throughout your belly. Steve instantly notices and stiffens, “Hey, hey, you okay?”

You reach out and grab his hand and place it on your stomach. You both stand in silence as the flutters return, Steve’s hands widely splayed on your stomach. His eyes grow large as he feels the kicks, 

“S-she’s kicking” he stammers out. He turns to Robin with a wide goofy grin on his face “Robin, my baby is kicking!” He exclaims happily. 

“Mango baby has legs!” She exclaims back. 

“Mango baby definitely has legs” you pause again, wincing as the baby kicks you particularly hard at the sound of its fathers voice. “Oof Steve I think we have a future soccer player here” 

“Or basketball player, or she could be a swimmer too, our baby can be whatever she wants to be” he said proudly. 

“Also, guess what I found while at the library yesterday.” You rummage through your purse and pull out a VHS. Steve takes it from you, eyes scanning the front cover “Miracle of Life? No, no way I am not watching that”

Robin however, runs around the counter and snatches the tape out of his hand. “Oh hell yes jackpot! Steve, don't you want to know how baby mango is developing?”

“Baby Harrington is developing just fine as per her hard kicks” he counters. 

“I got it mostly for Robin, she seems really into the whole baby development thing - she's really taking this whole aunt thing seriously” you mutter to Steve. He nods at your explanation. You both watch as Robin runs behind the counter to grab the remote. 

“It’s all science Steve! It’s fascinating how a woman’s body goes through all these - “

As she turns on the tv, the three of you are suddenly caught off guard by the breaking news segment that was currently on. 

“We’re in the Forest Hill trailer park in east Roane county. We don’t have a lot of details now but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins high student was discovered early this morning …”

“Holy shit” Steve says. 

“Oh my god, I wonder if this happened after the game?” You question. 

You look between Robin and Steve, a concerned expression on both of their faces. Something in your gut was telling you that there was something more. Hawkins was a small town and you knew a murder would rock it to its core. You glanced up at Steve and he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, placing a kiss on top of your head. You rested into his touch, exhaling a large breath through your nose. 

Looking back, you wish you could have prepared yourself for the chaos you would be thrown into the next day and how the Upside Down would grasp you and everyone you loved and cared about into a merciless chokehold. 

[humaudrey]

How about a Descendants AU where instead of VKs being brought to Auradon, Ben, Audrey, Chad, Lonnie, Jane, and maybe a few other AKs are forced to stay on Isle of the Lost for a month (under secret protection and surveillance of course) after their parents believe “they have it too easy” and are “ungrateful for everything their parents had sacrificed and worked for”. Under a disguise, they must learn how blend in and survive, all while avoiding the two most powerful rival gangs, the Core Four and the Sea Three.

The AKs find it uncannily comfortable on the Isle as the month starts. 

Audrey, with the help of the Evil Queen’s daughter, slowly learns that beauty isn’t skin deep and can be found in even the cruelest and darkest of places (and even exchange a few beauty tips). 

Chad befriends the only person on the Isle who hadn’t robbed him blind or threatened to hurt him yet. An adorable little girl, Drizella’s daughter to be specific. At first, he uses her to get around on the Isle, and manipulates her into doing his bidding but he slowly begins changes for the better as he sees the similarities between her and his mother before she had her happy ever after come true. 

An arrogant Lonnie challenges Gaston’s son into a duel, being the captain of R.O.A.R back home, only to lose miserably. She then secretly watches the Sea Three and the rest of the crew spar (“he had to cheat, my mom’s Mulan!”) until he invites her to spar with them, learning a few more techniques that she’d never learn back home, especially dual wielding. 

Jane, more depressed than ever that she can’t even secretly use magic against her mother’s will anymore, somehow befriends the sneaky daughter of Dr. Facilier, and she introduces Jane to her own version of magic, sleight of hand magic that is. She even teaches Jane how to pick-pocket, and she loves the thrill of it all. Jane never had the chance to take risks, and she had never felt so alive when she had stole Jafar’s son beanie right off of him. 

Ben, in the meanwhile, enjoys the laid back, carefree lifestyle (once he’s fully adjusted, it takes him the longest, Audrey being the second longest) and somehow manages to “ally” with both gangs after he stops a fight between the daughter of Maleficent against the daughter of Ursula, the leaders. With his help, they both realize that deep down they have the same goal: to make their mothers proud for once. He notices just how awful both of the girls and the rest of the Isle has it (no thanks to his father) and secretly vows to the others to release them from this prison once the month is over or he’d stay on the Isle too until they were guaranteed their freedom as well.

Cue other AKs like Doug, Jordan, and Ally who sneak on the Isle to kidnap Ben to bring him back and everyone else is PISSED.

The VKs team up to try and find a way off the Isle while holding the rest of the AKs hostage once their true identities come to light and Ben has to go back for his friends.

ALL OF HIS FRIENDS.

[findingmypeace]

On the harder side of this trip, it’s been very, very emotional for me. I actually think it has been that way for everyone here. I think the easiest way to sum it up is that at 5:30am on Christmas morning I woke up most of the house with a bloodcurdling scream while having a nightmare. Apparently my Mom was already awake and came downstairs to check on me. I told her about the nightmares and that I take medication for them. I said this one wasn’t that bad because I usually can’t stop crying afterward and I only cried a little this time. I reassured her that I was okay. I was so surprised by my Mom’s response. “You’re not fine but you’re doing better.” and at a different part of the conversation I apologized for waking everyone up and she said I don’t need to apologize and that she was just concerned about me.

Writing that out has jumpstarted the tears. That’s all I ever wanted from my Mom. I’ve wanted her to have empathy for me, to care about me, love me, and not judge me and act like my struggles with mental health are all a made up lie for the sake of manipulating people. I don’t want her to be worried or concerned and I don’t want sympathy. I want a good relationship with my Mom. I want the fun things we used to when my family still lived in San Diego and before I cut off contact. My boundary has been clear that I do not think it’s a good idea for us to discuss my mental health. But waking up half the house with a bloodcurdling scream from a nightmare is not really something I can hide.

I’ve also been incredibly anxious. We had a special Christmas Eve meal. That’s when my bother, D, and his wife came over. D is the brother I don’t get a long with. On the drive home from the airport my parents and I had a short conversation about D. I wanted to talk to D about things and maybe clear the air. Both of my parents were extremely clear that now is not a good time to do that and if I tried it would end very badly for me. I was shocked to hear that response. My parents have rarely ever commented on this topic. Obviously, I don’t know the whole story but my Mom did say that he is very depressed and the only person he doesn’t get angry at is his wife. I know D and his wife were living with my parents until this past spring. Now they live in my parent’s condo and my sister (the sister who is two years younger than me) moved out of the condo and in with my parents. I was not aware of this switch until a few days before my visit. I don’t think my brother gets a lot of sleep because he’s a delivery truck driver for a specific brand of food you find in a grocery store. I overheard D talking to my Dad about owing my Dad money (I don’t think he realized I was just down the hall) and I’ve definitely been there with my Dad and I know how awful my Dad can be about that.

I’m writing all of this out not because I’m angry with my brother. I’m actually very, very worried about him. Knowing all of these things are happening makes me really scared. What if…? My Mom said he’s in therapy and that, yes, he still believes that my brother (in San Diego) and I abused him. I do still disagree with that but I wish more than anything that I could make things okay for him. He is going to school too. He’s getting a bachelor’s degree in psychology. I just hope he’s okay.

Last but never least, is my youngest brother. I will refer to him as M. M is the bother I have bragged about over the years. I’ve always been so proud of him, his ambitions, and the things he has accomplished. For the past two years he has worked for a fairly prestigious company. It’s well known but I won’t who just to protect my brother’s privacy. He put his two weeks in and his last day is this Friday. I’m going to be vague but his job was to ‘get the right thing done’, genuinely, to get the right thing done, but in order to do that he had to do things he felt uncomfortable with. There was also other stuff happening at that job that contributed to his decision to quit.

M spent most of this month working remotely in a state half way across the country. He has decided to move there. He has some friends that live there and possibly a girlfriend but I’m not supposed to anything about that. I think D is rubbing off on M because my Mom also told me that M wants to move because he has felt bullied by members of our family. My Mom was clear that M has never mentioned me in this context but that by being the baby of the family he got a lot of teasing by older siblings. (I’m imaging things like, “Oooh, M has a crush on X.” followed by a lot of laughing) My Mom admitted to me that she feels bad because M asked my Mom why she never put a stop to it. I’m so sad the M feels this way too. And that he wants to move half way across the country partially because of it.

And then I look back at all the information I’ve learned over the last few days and what I’ve been through over the last few years and I can’t help but worry about my parents… They are witnessing all of this heartache their children are having, some at the hands of each other. It hurts so much.

I go home on Friday evening. It’s 2:30am on Thursday. I’m really scared to get home and be in the silence of my apartment with all this new information and pain. I don’t even think I can write anymore right now because everything hurts too much. I love my family. I’ve been so hurt and it seems like other people have too. I’m really, really scared.

[loserchildhotpants]

My mother is looking for me.

I silently went no-contact a few months ago.

Years ago, when I first went no-contact, I announced that that was what I was doing, and it does occur to me that I didn't owe her an explanation then, just as I don't now. There is an aspect to me that has changed since the last time I went no-contact, though. I'll get to that.

My mother and I were extremely enmeshed for most of my life. Several counselors have referred to the relationship as covertly incestuous, and that stands to reason, actually. I hate it, I hate that terminology, it feels gross, but in retrospect, so does my relationship with her, it's just hard to see it as gross, or the source of such enduring discomfort when it's all you've ever known. So, I definitely didn't see it for a long time, it's hard to see the picture from inside the frame. When I look back, though, her behavior is deplorable.

She was less like a mom and more like a friend, and the thing was, she was a shitty friend.

In summation, she was wildly inconsistent; at times, she rose to the occasion and was what I needed, when I needed it, but those times were rare, and minimal in the face of all the rest of the time when she *commanded* me to be and do things like, rub her feet while she cried about my father's limp dick, or she'd start whining nasally while smacking me with her naked feet, talking about how mean I am to her.

She was always so angry in the face of a boundary. I was maybe 9 or 10 when I had to ask her to stop kissing me on the mouth when I was going to bed, and she got so upset with me. She asked sexually or medically invasive questions, and would often bully me and make fun of whatever the answer wound up being.

She openly bullied my sister, and favored me, and it was really evident that if I held fast to boundaries like my sister did, she would retract her love, just as she had with my sister.

She pit us against each other our entire childhoods, she's been manipulative, vindictive, and careless. She has facilitated some of the worst events of trauma and abuse I've suffered in my life, because her having fun or being perceived some specific way by other adults meant so much more to her than her kids being safe.

So, she's not motherly, she's not a nice friend to have, she is mostly a highly reactive child that needs constant gentle-parenting, and will not be held to account for anything she feels makes her 'look bad.'

All this to say, she can't function in any capacity for me that is worth the risk of the injury I incur when I'm around her. She is the elephant's foot of mental illness to me; the closer I get, the longer I stay, the sicker I become.

She's poisoned her entire side of the family against me, she'll tell basically anyone that will listen that I'm a pathological liar who inexplicably hates her for no valid reason, that I'm mentally unstable, and that she's clearly failed as a parent since I turned out so horribly.

On top of all this, we are morally antithetical to one another. At a fundamental level, what I think it means to be a good person has nothing to do with what it means to her, and there's no compromising that.

I used to feel great anxiety at the prospect of never speaking to her again, I used to wrack my brain for a way that this could be a failing on my part, because if it's my fault, I'm just a bad daughter, maybe I can fix that.

I've made myself so small for her, I trimmed so much down, and masked the rest to look how she wanted it to, and she was *still* unhappy with me. There's nothing I can do to secure her love, it's too conditional, and frankly, I don't want to perform like that anymore.

So, when separating by any degree, no-contact or low-contact, over the years, I'd feel anxiety, self-reproach, guilt, shame, but I don't feel that this time - or - that may be a lie. I *do* feel those things, just not in the quantities I have before.

Mostly, though, I feel badly for her.

Things weren't awful all the time, she wasn't *always* terrible, and in fact, with my father living and breathing under the same roof, she was still my only remotely functional parent. It's not as though I don't have love for her - I was born with love for her. It comes naturally, inherently.

I keep thinking to myself that she didn't think life would turn out the way it did, and she must spend a lot of time very sad about that.

When she calls my sister, sobbing about how she can't seem to contact me, she's not crying because she misses me, she's crying because this wasn't how the story was meant to go.

As enmeshed as we were, and as masked as I was to her, she was unmasked to me, and I think I know her pretty well.

I think she lived under this impression that the high's of life were all that mattered, and if she just avoided thinking about things that caused her discomfort, they wouldn't happen; she'd be young and hot forever, she'd always be the most popular girl at school, the most likable boss bitch at work, she'd have this air of Dignified Woman about her, she'd be super lucky just the way she was born, cultured, well-traveled, charming, upper-middle class, and life would *look* a certain way.

But she didn't invest in the future, didn't save anything, spent wildly, and we lost our home in 2008. Soon after, she divorced the man she'd spent 30 years with, the both of them hating each other the entire time. Then her eldest went no-contact, then the ex-husband needed to do the same, and then her golden mini-me, her youngest 'abandons,' her just the same.

So, she doesn't live a lavish lifestyle with cosmopolitan friends on the Upper East Side, she works 3 jobs in Florida that she'll be working til she's in her 70's, her ex-husband won't risk being near her because he has minimal contact with their kids and feels that consorting with her will pass whatever contagion she has onto him and he'll lose what crumbs he considers a successful relationship with his daughters. (The guy also thinks he's a Good Father for not having beaten us regularly, so his metrics about what is quality is pretty questionable)

In her head, she had this idea - she'd marry this really handsome guy, and her love could Fix him, y'know? He was so angry, so sad, so 'damaged,' and they had such great physical chemistry while they were young, she'd make it work, so they'd *look* great together. He'd work a particular kind of job she got him (and he did, for 15 years), she'd work a high paying job too, and still do all the housework, keep everything trim and pretty, including herself and her kids. We'd be a perfect family unit, beautiful to look at, unburdened by profound societal despair or existential thinking, we'd all be socially acceptable, and lovely, and she'd retire at 60 with comfort, if not a friend in her husband than a partner at least, she'd certainly never feel alone, and that's not what happened.

Her family unit fell apart, because nothing meaningful was holding it together. She might argue that love was holding it together, but if the love is conditional, that foundation will invariably, eventually fail.

I think that's why it's not enough for her that she has all of her blood relatives rallying around her, validating her perpetual victimhood, telling her how much of a martyr she is, and how wronged she's been. The sympathy is fine, but it's not lasting, and that pitying attention may sustain her for a while, but then she's alone again, sitting in the ruins of the future she built for herself, not wanting to look inward at all, because to her, accountability is tantamount to personal attack. She won't look inward the same way she would never self-harm.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I get it. I get that, at 66, it has to be fucking heart-rending to look back on one's life thus far, and take stock, and think 'no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this at all!'

It doesn't really matter that her expectations weren't rooted in reality. She maintained them, and so she's disappointed.

It's a sad affair, the entire thing. I feel badly for her. She thought she'd be young and hot forever, she thought the family unit she built and birthed would owe her complete, unwavering fealty, she thought she'd be so much more comfortable than she is, and here she is, full enough of self-pity to drown in it, unable or unwilling to recognize that she is the only one that can save herself.

It's not like she's at the end of her life or anything, if she wanted to change herself, and her life, and what it looks and feels like, she could do that. It would take focus, discipline, and frankly a lot of therapy, but it could be done. It's not like the wrap up music is playing.

Still, it won't be the life she dreamt of for herself, and when I think of her, I see this injured child, red-faced crying over dashed hopes. It's sad.

I need to stay away, because if I get near the crying child, she begs me to comfort her, and then scratches, punches, and claws at me, screams at me that her misery is all my fault, that I'm the one that abandoned this child and she'll never forgive that, she'll never forgive how heartless and cold I am, and all of that hurts very much, because she's *not* a child, she's my mother, and so when she says these things, yells, cries, transfers all that onto me, it wounds me.

My mother is looking for me, and I can't let her find me. At least, not right now. I don't have the emotional bandwidth for that sort of interaction right now.

There's no point to this really. I just had to put my thoughts down somewhere.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for still wanting my plushes back?

the people involved in this story are me (currently 22m, he/him), and my sibling J (currently 23nb, they/them), and this story happened while we were children, couldn't be older than 7 or 8. i am also autistic, and have very strong attachments to objects, especially plushes, so keep that in mind.

so J and i are not blood related, they lived in an awful situation with their bio mom and grandma until they joined my family when we were about 3 and 4. i think of them as my real sibling, and we are pretty close now, so this is pretty low stakes overall.

because of the neglect and spoiling that their previous caretakers raised them with, the first few years J was settling into our family were difficult, to say the least. they were super fussy, materialistic, and downright mean and entitled. i know this is a cruel thing to say about a mistreated child, especially since they are not like this anymore and regret it now, but it was true at the time. i was a very social and cheerful kid, and i had an older sister too, so i knew better how to treat other kids. i was really gung ho about having a new sibling, and wanted to make friends with them right away, but they did not share that sentiment.

one game i really liked to play (that definitely sparked my love of escape rooms later in life) was a clue-trail scavenger hunt thing where you would follow the clues one after another and eventually find the prize at the end. my parents set up a few of those for us over my childhood, and i got fascinated with it and wanted to set up them up for myself.

i tried multiple times to get J to play my scavenger hunt with me, since i was proud of the hiding spots and the rhymes i wrote on the clues, but they were very icy to me and often refused any game i wanted to play.

so i got an idea, to entice them to play, by making some of my pokemon plushes the grand prizes at the end of the hunt.

now you have to keep in mind, this was the mid-2000s, these pokemon plushes are choice collectors items and they do not make them like this anymore. and after a generous birthday gift from my aunt when i was maybe 6, i had a bountiful selection of them, that i knew J was bitterly jealous of, and sometimes would try and steal.

so i knew this would work as a carrot to get them to play with me, and it did! but they were only playing so they could have the prize, so every time i wanted to play again, i would have to offer up another one of my plushes, and eventually i ran out of all the ones we agreed were good or interesting, and now as an adult, the few i have remaining from my massive childhood collection are the ugly ones, and it makes me really sad to see how gutted it is from its former glory.

over the years, we've gotten a lot closer and J's nasty childhood attitude has all but disappeared, and i feel safe saying we're besties and get along fantastically.

i asked a few times as we got older and i remembered this occurance if i could have the plushes back, though, and they've always responded with a vehement No. they say i gave it to them fair and square, and they consider them a gift from me. i've tried pointing out that i only did it cause it was the only way i could get them to play with me when we were kids, and i kinda regretted giving away such valuable things when i was too young to really think about it. J always got upset at that point and said they didnt like thinking about how they used to be and it wasn't fair that i brought that into the conversation.

i 100% see how i could be the asshole here, since i did technically give the plushes to them, but i still kinda think its not fair of J to not even consider giving some back, because i was a dumb kid who just wanted to connect with my mean sibling. i try not to bring up how they used to act anymore, though, because i can understand how it hurts them to think about, but it is relevant in this specific situation.

i haven't asked them for the plushes back in a long time, but i was thinking about it again. and this is pretty low stakes, it wont ruin our relationship or anything, so tumblr, aita for still thinking J should give them back?

What are these acronyms?

[fishyyyyy99]

I'm talking specifically about the series, Under the Bridge because I don't know the real Reena or her parents, but I feel like some people are downplaying how awful Reena must have felt stuck between her parents and bullies. Even before she met Josephine, I feel like her mother was awfully unreasonable. I get having empathy for the parents, but I dislike how some people are blaming Reena more than her parents. I lived in the UK for a few years as a child (so almost two decades ago), and I still remember the name of this boy "Jack" who bullied me during my first year there, and I'm pretty sure it was at least partly because I was a brown girl. It was awful.

Do people not remember how awful it is to be a kid getting bullied in school? I'm trying to imagine how I'd feel if my mom had responded to me the way Reena's mom did, when I told her about the bullying - not really offering her any solace, and talking about religion instead. Just thinking about it makes me so, so angry. Imagine having to put up with years of racist bullying, but also a very strict, religious upbringing (she wasn't even allowed to celebrate her birthday) by your parents who don't seem to truly listen to you - they even ended up removing her bedroom door. How are people just saying that her parents were just a bit religious but Reena was stupid and awful for what she did to her dad? Obviously, falsely accusing her dad was horrible, but I understand what drove her to it. I get her desperation. Plus, there was peer pressure, and it doesn't seem like she fully understood the consequences of what she was doing. I do feel bad for her parents as well, especially her dad, but I don't understand how people can downplay how dismissive and unempathetic they were towards Reena, in the beginning? Only the uncle seemed fine. Reena's parents were very forgiving, but they weren't very understanding. I think some people are being too harsh on Reena.