#child exploration kits

[jambandatl]

Universal Development: Year One - Year Two

Expanded Curriculum Focus 1. Integrate Technology Mindfully: Utilize interactive e-books or apps that allow your child to interact with the story by touching parts of the screen to hear sounds or change images. This can enhance his engagement and make reading time even more dynamic. Consider short, child-friendly videos that tie into your weekly themes, like watching real animals for “Animal…

[crumbleclub]

What if Michael met ghost Mike?

I feel your confusion, but hear me out.

There's no time travel involved. A part of Michael died with his brother, and that concept is taken literally.

A result of trauma? Penance? A supernatural fluke? You decide.

Michael Afton's life continues. He gets older, he starts trying to figure out his father's crimes, he gets involved with trying to save the souls that are trapped.

He never questions the crying he sometimes hears, never questions the cold hand he's felt on his wrist when his life was in danger. It could have been anyone. One of the kids didn't quite leave, maybe, or his brother or sister came around from time to time. He grew accustomed to it.

Once, though, in the mirror, he sees another version of himself standing nearby. That sort of thing is hard to write off.

[zhongli-lover-69]

WRIOTHESLEY IS HERE

[kikyan]

Leftovers

Cw: Yandere, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Spanking, Dumbification, Degrading, Sadism, Fingering, Oral (giving and it's forced), Trey forces you to call him big brother, Nasty, Spitting, Picture-Taking, etc. .. . (please let me know if I missed anything!) 

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland 

Character: Trey Clover X GN! Reader

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: This is an attempt to explore darker kinks and darker content than I usually write! The tags are listed above, so if this makes you uncomfortable, please skip them! I promise not all my content is like this but I just want to show that I CAN write nasty horny and fucked up shit like this, okay thank you enjoy!!  :3 

The cries of a child echoed through the small meadow and the rapid steps of another, to the source of the crying. 

“Gosh, it’s not like you fell that hard!” 

There in the meadow, were three children. One child had [color] and was sitting in the meadow, bawling their eyes out. Their knees were exposed, scraped, and bleeding. A child with short purple hair, all different shades, and choppy bangs. He was standing in the middle of the meadow; his eyes were staring at the crying child with annoyance. The last kid had short green hair, ruffled at the top, and wore glasses. He crouched down to the crying child shushing them in a soft caring tone. 

“There [Reader], it’s okay. Here, let me help you up.” 

“O-Ok. . .”

[Reader] took the hand, stifling their cries with sniffles and hiccups. 

“It’s what you get for being clumsy, we told you not to run down the meadow, stupid.” 

“Chenya! You’re not helping. Don’t listen to him, [Reader]. Let's get you cleaned up when we get to my house.” 

“Thank you. . .Trey.” 

“Of course, [Reader]. I’m always here for you. . .” 

Chenya rolled his eyes and continued walking, 

“Ugh, Trey is in love~! Whatever, I will leave you two if you don’t hurry up.” 

Trey’s ears turned bright red and so did his cheeks, 

“N-No I am not! I’m just a good friend, unlike you.” 

He huffed out that last comment and turned to face [Reader]. His thumb went to the corner of their eyes, and he wiped their remaining tears. 

“There, ready to head out?” 

[Reader] nodded, they smiled and took his hand in theirs. 

“Thank you, Trey.” 

All three continued to their friend's house, Riddle Rosenhearts. Chenya walked ahead leaving Trey and [Reader] alone, hand in hand. Later that day, after playing with their friend, Chenya bid Trey and [Reader] a good night. Before leaving, he stuck out his tongue at [Reader] who returned the favor. 

“You two, stop fighting. Anyways, see you tomorrow, Chenya.” 

“Night Trey, night [Reader]. Don’t fall in your dreams either, [Reader].” 

“Oh, shut up!” 

Chenya left shortly after his small encounter, leaving Trey and [Reader] alone. Trey adverted his gaze and from the corner of his eye, saw [Reader] looking intensely at Chenya.

“[Reader], let’s go back to my house.” 

“What for?” 

“We still haven’t cleaned your wounds yet, remember?” 

A scab had already formed on their knee, but he was right. They couldn’t disinfect it and after hearing Riddle’s talk about it getting infected and Chenya’s teasing about having to cut their leg off, [Reader] didn’t want to take any chances. 

“Oh okay, let’s go!” 

Trey led them to his home and his mother greeted them at the door, they had noticed the wounds and expressed concern, 

“Oh dear, here sit on the couch and I’ll be right back with the first aid kit.” 

[Reader] did as they were told, and Trey’s mother returned shortly after with the kit. They grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads to disinfect. 

“This might sting, Trey, hold their hand.” 

Trey did that exactly and his mother applied alcohol, cleaning the wound. Once the pad made contact with their skin, [Reader] let out a hiss, and tears welled in their eyes. Trey quickly took notice and wiped them away with his free hand while squeezing the hand they were holding. 

“There, all done.” 

His mom said and made sure the band-aid was placed correctly with no lumps. 

“You did good [Reader]. Trey, you’ve been looking after them, right?” 

“Of course I have!” 

“That’s good, would you like to stay for dinner, [Reader]?” 

“Yes please!” 

His family had gathered around the table to have dinner with [Reader]. After dinner, Trey, [Reader], and his siblings played for a while before getting ready for bed. Trey’s mother had called [Reader’s] parents and asked them if it was alright for them to spend the night at their house, which they agreed was fine. Since it was short notice, they couldn’t prepare a spare bed but were quick to accommodate.

“[Reader], do you mind sleeping in Trey’s bed?”

[Reader] shook their head. They did not mind sleeping in his bed, much less sharing it.

“W-well where would I sleep?”

Trey had turned to ask his mom who gave him a confused look.

“In your bed as well, Trey. Do you mind sharing a bed with [Reader]?”

Trey’s cheeks flushed pink, but he knew it was nothing different than sharing a bed with his siblings or friends, so he quickly got over his embarrassment.

“Then it’s settled, that is of course if it’s okay with you, [Reader]?”

“Of course! I don’t mind sleeping with Trey!” 

Sleeping arrangements were finalized and the couple tucked both kids in, bidding them a pleasant night. [Reader] was sleeping on one side of the bed and Trey on the other, reminiscing about their day.

“I had so much fun today, Trey! I can’t wait to play with Riddle and Chenya again tomorrow! Even if he is a little mean. . .”

Trey’s expression softened at them and he turned his body sideways to face them.

“I’m excited to play with everyone again tomorrow but you know  it’s not nice to fight with others, [Reader].”

“He started it! I didn’t do anything, Chenya is just a big old mean bully!”

[Reader] huffed in frustration, thinking back to the boy with the smug grin and his witty comments. Trey merely laughed at their cute, annoyed expression,

“Alright, if Chenya is a bully to you tomorrow I will say something but don’t fight with him anymore, okay?”

With a heavy sigh, [Reader] agreed.

“You’re very nice to me Trey, that’s why I love you a lot! Unlike Chenya, so that’s why I love spending time with you.”

Trey’s eyes widened at the confession and his cheeks flushed, staring at them in awe.

“Y-you love me. . .?”

“Of course, I do! You’re like my older brother, you’re nice and take care of me.”

Trey’s expression fell for a second before he chuckled and placed his hand on their head, ruffling their hair.

“I love you too, [Reader]. You’re like a younger sibling to me too. . .”

With that, the two fell asleep into a deep slumber where his parents would come to find them holding hands in their sleep.

~~

Following the years to come, Trey and [Reader] had remained as close as can be. Both attended the same middle school and frequently had sleepovers, playdates, and events together. Everything was the same even when Trey and [Reader] got the letter of acceptance from Night Raven College. Both were excited to attend NRC and even more excited when they were both assigned to the same dorm, Heartslaybul. It was the beginning of their high school life, but there was only one problem. Cater Diamond. During their time at NRC, they met Cater Diamond who became best friends with them. Trey thought he was an interesting fellow who certainly was hiding something, but [Reader] was different. Instead, they were enamored with him. Cater was the responsible upperclassman who wasn’t afraid to loosen up a bit. It had been a small crush that wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, but someone like Trey who had practically lived with [Reader] all their life knew something was off. [Reader]’s crush was harmless because he knew Cater wouldn’t like them romantically. It still hurt to see [Reader] love him after all these years. It was okay though because Cater would never love them. . or so he thought. 

They were in their third year and  discussing the internships that they would be undergoing during their fourth year, 

“So what did you pick Cater?” 

“Nothing yet, I’m not sure what to do and now I’m even more confused after hearing everyone else. I guess everyone has their life planned out. . .”  

Trey nodded but the two remained silent. The silence was cut short when Cater spoke up, 

“I wonder what [Reader] is going to do. Maybe I’ll go to the one they pick, who knows.” 

Trey perked up at the comment, 

“Oh, why do you say that?” 

Cater lazily turned to look at Trey and gave out a sigh, 

“I know you’re very close to them Trey, but do me a favor. Don’t tell them what I’m going to tell you but I care for them. I think I like them.” 

Trey’s breath hitched, 

“O-oh really? What makes you say that. . .Cater?” 

“They’re always near me and while that can be a bore to some it’s nice to know that there's someone in my corner. They’re honest and they’re not trying to suck up to me because they voice their feelings and aren’t afraid to call me out. I don’t need to keep up appearances or a persona with them. I can be genuine and I like that.” 

Trey kept a stoic face, then awkwardly smiled. Hands scratching behind his head, 

“I see. . .your secret is safe with me Cater. I will say this much, I’ve grown up with [Reader] and I swear if you hurt them-” 

“I won’t. I would never dream of it and I certainly wouldn’t want to incur your wrath, Trey. So scary!” 

Cater made a face before the two shared a small laugh. If only Cater knew that Trey wasn’t joking and was plotting against him at the very moment. 

~ 

Trey aimed to prevent [Reader] and Cater from being alone. Cater wouldn’t confess his feelings towards [Reader] if others were looking. Despite being flashy and always posting, Cater valued his privacy. Right now [Reader] was missing but Trey was certain where to find them. Cater had his music club right about now and knowing [Reader], they were probably in the clubroom with him. Trey made it to the room only to see Lilia and Kalim talking. 

“Trey!” 

“Oh, good afternoon Trey. Are you looking for Cater?” 

“Kalim, Lilia, you could say that. Is Cater around? Looks like Riddle wants us back to dorm stat.” 

A white lie, that was all. 

“Oh, well you’re just in luck! They’re already heading back to the dorms!” 

Kalim voiced, making Trey question his verbiage. 

“They?” 

“Oh! [Reader] was here too, they both just left. They looked happy and were chatting about something.” 

Lilia clarified for Trey. 

Kalim smiled and turned to Trey, 

“I’m so happy for Cater. Make sure to say congratulations Trey!” 

“Congratulations. . .?” 

Lilia sighed, 

“Kalim, not yet. He hasn’t asked!” 

Trey felt a sigh of relief wave over him, but he had to intervene one way or another. 

“ Oh, I see! Sorry, but I must get going before Riddle has my head. See you guys around.” 

Trey bid his farewells and walked back to the hall of mirrors, Kalim and Lilia both bid him a farewell. At this point, Trey was running, if they had just left then they might still be at the hall of mirrors that was filled with students returning from their clubs like them. If that was the case, there was still time! Once he got to the hall of mirrors, he panicked as they were nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to his dorm and thought, if Cater were to confess, where would he go? Luckily he didn’t need to rack his brain for long, as Ace and Deuce were lounging about. 

“Ace, Deuce! Sorry, but have you guys seen Cater? I need to speak to him.” 

“Oh, hey Trey! Yeah, we saw him not too long ago. He was talking to [Reader] and they were heading to the dorm rooms. They left the lounge area like about. . .3 minutes ago?” 

Deuce answered his question, but his response did not soothe Trey.

“I see, well thanks! I’ll be heading out now, if you see him or [Reader], could you shoot me a text?” 

“Yeah, we got it.” 

Ace and Deuce nodded, turning back to what they were doing initially. Trey began to head to the dorm rooms and once he reached their area, he saw Cater and [Reader] standing in front of Cater’s dorm room. 

“I recommend checking out this artist, all their music is super good and I’ve been trying to get Lilia and Kalim to do something similar with me but it’s no use. Those two just don’t get it.” 

Cater sighed and held a face of disappointment, but perked up when he heard [Reader] chuckle. 

“Well, Lilia likes metal and wants to add screams to everything and Kalim just loves music that he wants to add every kind of beat and instrument. I’m sure you guys could make your own version, but I’ll check out their music!” 

Cater smiled and turned to them, 

“[Reader] I-”

“Cater! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

Trey arrived at the right time, cutting Cater off and from making a mistake. 

“Oh, Trey. . how can I help? 

Cater’s gentle smile that for [Reader] turned forced and strained, like a ‘hey can’t you see I’m doing something, the hell do you need’. Cater had told Trey his plans to confess soon, but he figured he would be able to read the room to see what he was planning on doing. 

“Hey, [Reader]. . .sorry Cater I didn’t want to bother you but Riddle wants to speak to you. Says it’s an emergency.” 

At the mention of their housewarden, Cater sighed and gave an anxious smile. 

“Well, if Riddle wants to speak to me who am I to say no? Sorry, [Reader] but I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” 

“Mhm, I’ll be waiting Cater!” 

Cater waved them goodbye and turned to walk towards Riddle’s dorm room. The moment Cater was out of sight, Trey turned to [Reader]. 

“Are you going back to your room? I can walk you.” 

“Oh, yes I was, and sure, I’ll take you up on it.” 

Trey walked [Reader] to their room and made light conversation on the way. Once they arrived, [Reader] thanked Trey and then asked for help on a subject. 

“You want me to tutor you?” 

“Yes, please! If Riddle were to see my last potion’s exam score he would surely have my head! Professor Crewel is letting me retake it and I can go in on Friday, but I need help!” 

Trey thought back to all the time he spent tutoring [Reader] and hanging out with them after school, how could he say no? 

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with. I’ll help. Let’s go to my room though, I think I have some old workbooks in there.” 

“Thank you, Trey! I’ll make it up to you!” 

[Reader] went inside their room to collect their materials and then headed over with Trey to his dorm room. He invited them in and sat on a desk chair while he walked around to find his study materials. Curiosity got the better of him despite already knowing the answer, 

“So, what did Cater want to talk to you about? You guys seemed. . .close.” 

“O-oh, nothing important. Just some club stuff, they’re planning on performing at a school event but aren’t sure what to play so he just wanted a second opinion.” 

“I see. . Well here are the books. What do you say we get to studying?” 

After a while, 48 minutes to be exact, [Reader] was still struggling. 

“So, when these two mix they don’t cause a reaction?” 

“No, because if you see here in this example-” 

After explaining it for a minute, [Reader] still looked at Trey in confusion, who just sighed a their expression. 

“Okay, we can review again. I don’t want to overwhelm you with information when it seems you’re deep in thought. Anything you want to talk about it?” 

Trey offered an ear to what he assumed was a problem. 

“Hey Trey, can I be honest?” 

“ Of course, what’s on your mind?” 

“Well. . .I’ve had a crush on Cater for a while and sometimes, I feel like he knows or feels the same way. He sometimes says things where they could be meant for friends but they linger in my thoughts and I think maybe he likes me. He’s your best friend, has he ever mentioned anything about me?” 

“Well-” 

Trey tried to respond but was cut off by [Reader].

“It's just, I like Cater. I think he’s an amazing person who listens to others around him and he is always there to help! He is super easy to talk to and wants to make the most of his school life you know? He is like a safe space where I can talk about things I feel embarrassed to confess to another, I know that deep down he won’t open up as fast as another and he’s hiding behind something. Some might think it’s annoying, being friends for three years but still not knowing how the other truly feels or thinks. I trust Cater will open up when he wants, and I’m okay with that. I want to support him like he supports me. Sometimes I feel like, I found my soulmate here!”

Trey adverted his eyes and his once expressive face turned stoic. He was angry and tired, 

“Shut the fuck up.”

“W-what?” 

“I said, shut the fuck up! I’m tired of listening to you talk endlessly about Cater and how much you love him. It’s pathetic, you fell in love with someone who probably doesn’t know what they want or who they are. This whole time I. . .I’ve been here. I love you, [Reader]. What does Cater have that I don’t have?” 

[Reader] stared at Trey with wide eyes and swallowed thickly. 

“T-Trey. . .it’s not that Cater has something that you lack. It’s more like. . .oh how do I explain this, Trey, I don’t like you like that. To me, you’re more of an older brother, y’know? Someone I can depend on and ask for help; I don’t see you as a romantic partner.” 

Trey just stared at [Reader] with serious eyes. His expression was stoic and gave off an eerie vibe. [Reader] adverted their gaze from his eyes, but what’s done is done. [Reader] was honest with their feelings and though it was awkward, they were sure that with time they could get back to what they had originally. 

“Listen Trey, I’m sorry but I also didn’t want you to think differently, okay? I’ll go ahead and leave, feel free to reach out if you want.” 

With that, [Reader] made their way to the door to his room. Trey remained silent but slowly moved his body to face [Reader’s]. He reached out and right before [Reader] opened the door, he slammed their head into the door. They were knocked out briefly, turning to look at Trey with fear written on their face.

“Trey. . .w-what are you. .?”

“I’m like an older brother, right? Well then, it’s my job to protect and prepare you for the real world ahead.”

Trey’s hands went to their neck, and they wrapped around tightly. Their back was still against his chest while their hands were trying to pry off his solid grip from their throat.

“T-Trey. . h-hurts-!?”

He led them to the bed, where he threw them without any remorse and immediately crawled above them. Now [Reader] was lying on the bed, his grip returning to their throat with his legs in between theirs. With their legs spread, his hands traveled to their crotch and began to touch, trailing his finger up and down. He leaned into their neck and his lips got closer to their ear.

“Does it feel good? Do you want more? Do you want you ‘big brother’ to make you feel good?”

His tone was condescending and playful, no doubt he took pleasure in causing them fear. [Reader] shook their head at his suggestion, but his hands were already wandering and slipped inside their bottoms. His fingers found themselves inside, touching their sex and rubbing their sensitive bits.

“No? You seem like you want it. . .you seem aroused.”

[Reader] squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on their ear but also at the feeling of his fingers playing with their sex.

“T-Trey. . .stop! I don’t w-want this. . .”

“Are you sure?”

He let out a light scoff, staring at their struggling form. He continued touching them but also tightened his grip on their neck. [Reader] was desperately flinging their arms around to try to hit him or make him loosen his grip, but to no avail. Trey was relentless.

“Look, can you feel my finger inside you?”

Trey’s finger pumped in and out of their hole, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. He struggled to thrust at a consistent speed as their hole clenched around his finger, no doubt trying to stop it from entering.

“You should really try to loosen up, [Reader]. It’ll hurt less, after all, ‘big brother’ doesn’t want to see you in so much pain.”

“T-trey get off me-!”

[Reader] yelled out, their hands slapping his face and arms to get him to release his hold. Trey did not show any remorse or intent on letting go, but he did. He let go of their neck and sex, before grabbing their face and shoving his fingers in their mouth. He made sure to reach the back of their throat to make them gag. After a while, his hand returned to their throat.  Trey’s hands went to his own pants, and he undid the buttons and zipper. His hands reached into boxers, pulling out his cock. With the same hand, he gave it a couple pumps and smeared the pre-cum around the tip.

“You should really shut the fuck up, [Reader].”

Both hands returned to their face, thumbs prying their mouth open before he scooted closer to them, sitting on their chest. He made sure his crotch was near their face and his cock close to their mouth.

“I don’t think I have to warn you on what’ll happen if you bite, right?”

He glared down at them before shoving his whole dick inside. His hold on their head never loosened, but rather got tighter which was also helping with prying their mouth open. Trey didn’t have to worry about [Reader] biting, his grip had made it impossible for them to even attempt to close their mouth.

“A-ah. . .f-fuck! Your mouth feels so g-good. . .God, imagine how your insides would feel.”

Trey held no remorse; he thrusted inside their mouth at a brutal fast paced and hitting the back of their throat. Their tongue was unintentionally licking the vein running down the side of his dick and their throat was watering up, lubricating it as well. Drool ran down the sides of their mouth and their hands at this pelvis area trying to push him out of their mouth, but how could they when his whole-body weight was on them.

“I’m fucking close, gonna cum in your mouth. Don’t you want big brother’s milk inside of your mouth, huh [Reader]?”

Grunts and soft light moans left his mouth as he continued to thrust. Tears welled in [Reader]’s eyes and their hands bawled into fists, hitting his pelvic area.

“F-fuck c-coming-!”

Trey hit the back of their throat, spilling his cum inside. He pulled out to see the line of drool connecting their mouth and his dick, but also the cum that was spilling from the sides of their mouth. The sides of their mouth and cheeks were turning red, no doubt bruising from how hard he was gripping.

“God, just look at how hot you look. Cater doesn’t deserve to see this. . .only I get to see you like this.”

There was a flash that awoke [Reader] from their state of shock. Turning to see Trey grinning while holding their phone.

“Say cheese~”

He tossed his phone to the side and his hand went to their face, gripping their cheeks together and puckering their lips out. He gave their lips a kiss, even as far as opening their mouth and sticking his tongue inside. His tongue went over their tongue, licking up his own cum and their saliva. While he was making out with them, his free hand went back to their bottoms and tired prying them off. Removing their bottoms and undergarments, revealing only their naked bottom half and exposed sex.

Releasing them from the kiss,

“I would love to see your face as I fuck you, but I think for today, I’m fine without seeing it. Besides, your big brother has plenty of time to see your fucked out face. Now, let’s get you on all fours, [Reader].”

His tone was that of the Trey everyone knows, kind and gentle, but his words were laced with venom and ill intention.

“W-what n-no, let me go Trey!”

[Reader] scrambled to find an opening, anything to get them out of his grip. They began to crawl towards the edge of the bed, but Trey was quick to grab their torso and drag them back to the center. His hands went underneath and propped them up, head down ass up. His hands were digging into their hips, and he leaned to give their back small light kisses.

“Can’t you see how good ‘big brother’ has treated you all this time? How nice he’s been?”

“Trey! S-Stop this, w-why are you acting like this! Fuck, I just d-don’t like you like that-ha!”

‘SMACK’

Trey had smacked their ass cheek and visible irritation was starting to form.

“Don’t make me gag you, I want to hear you after all.”

Another smack was heard. Trey alternated sides, but still smacked their ass. A light sob could be heard from [Reader] with light moans and groans from the pain slipped out. Trey stopped for a moment, [Reader] momentarily thought he may have been done before feeling a painful stretch.

“Fuck. . .you’re fucking tight.”

“F-fuck!?”

[Reader] let out a pained curse and tried to regain their breath. Trey started off with a light thrust before increasing his speed. He was stretching their hole and fucking them at a brutal pace with no regard for their feelings. [Reader] had yet to adjust to his length and was clutching the sheets in his bed for some sort of distraction and relief. As he was thrusting into them, he was also spanking them as well, causing twice the pain.

“Ha, you think I like being the nice guy, huh [Reader]?”

They leaned their head towards the pillows on the bed to try to get relief, focusing on his words instead of his actions.

“F-fuck, h-ha. . .think I like being the one everyone looks up to? They’re so annoying, always fucking complaining about every little fucking thing. Cater, don’t get me started on him!”

‘SMACK’

“How did he ever get your fucking love? He’s always lying and adapting to everyone because he doesn’t even know who he is. He’s so fucking two faced, but what have I done? I’ve taken care of you and looked after you. When you had a problem who solved it? Huh, [Reader]!?”

‘SMACK’

When Trey did not hear a response, he spanked [Reader] harder and inched his hand closer to their neck, adding light pressure as a warning.

“I fucking said, who solved it!?”

“Y-you, Trey. . .”

“Yeah? Me? Just Trey? Ha. . .or was it your ‘big brother Trey’? Say it, bitch.”

“Y-you, ngh-! I-it was you, b-big brother Trey-ha fuck!”

‘SMACK’

“That’s right, it was me. . .’big brother Trey’. Want ‘big brother Trey’ to make you feel better, [Reader]? I’m only using you as my toy, my cumslut but I know you want to feel good too huh. . ?”

Whines and soft moans left [Reader’s] mouth as they adjusted to his length. His pace had slowed down a bit but was constant, hitting all the right places and angles.

“Y-yes. . .”

“Yes, what?”

They felt so disgusting and dirty having to say what he wanted them to say, but if they complied with him would he let them go?

“Y-yes, ‘big brother Trey’ m-make me f-feel g-good. . .”

Trey scoffed at them and let out a laugh,

“Did I break you already? No matter, sure, “big brother Trey” will make you feel so good [Reader]. . .”

Trey began to thrust deeper and harder into them, he had arranged the position of his hands for one to hold their neck in place and the other free hand wandering to their genitilia. Trey began to rub slowly; unlike the first time he touched them. Stroking and rubbing slowly, creating a slow pace but one that pleasure their most sensitive points the best. After the pain subsided, [Reader] began to feel pleasure, which did not go unnoticed by Trey. He quickens the pace in with his fingers, rubbing, stroking, and pinching their sex.

“You’re twitching. . .are you going to come, [Reader]?”

His tone was still condescending and filled with fake worry.

[Reader] nodded but whimpered when his grip tightened on their neck.

“Y-yes “b-big brother T-Trey’, c-coming!”

As they said that, they came, but Trey did not come.

“G-good, did that feel good? See how good ‘big brother Trey’ can make you feel?”

[Reader] nodded, they thought this was the end until Trey continued to thrust inside them still.

“W-wait-”

“I didn’t come yet, [Reader]. Don’t you want ‘big brother Trey to come inside you? To fill your insides up?”

Seeing as they already came, Trey removed his hand from their sex but neck, but positioned his hand back at their hip, with his free hand holding his phone  and recording.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

Trey’s phone was pointed at [Reader’s] back, but also managed to get his cock mercilessly pounding into [Reader]. Their moans filled the room as well as the sound of flesh hitting each other. Overstimulated from their first release,

“W-want ‘b-big brother Trey t-to fill my insides, to c-come inside f-fuck! Ha! F-feel s-so good. . .”

With that, Trey gave one last final thrust before coming inside them. His cum filling them up and leaking from their plugged hole. He pulled out and angled his phone’s camera to their lower half, taping their exposed body and their cum filled hole. He stopped filming and leaned over their shoulder,

“Do you still consider me like your big brother, eh [Reader]?”

~~

Cater was scrolling through Magicam tirelessly but then he got a message from Trey.

Trey: Hey Cater, are you hungry? Looks like I have some leftovers you can have.

Cater pondered for a bit, what could Trey possibly have made or ordered, but he stopped when he saw a video attached to another message.

“A video. . ?’

Cater clicked on it, curious at what the video was about since the surrounding background was dark in the video.

“Come on, say it, say you want ‘big brother Trey’ to fill your insides~”

[not-entirely-made-up-of-spider]

Something The End should explore more: The End as in any End. Not just death, but things that we lose that remind us of death in their impermanence. The decay of our childhood home. The end of a relationship. The change from your teen years into proper adulthood. Irreversible change, signifiers of age, nasolabial lines, secondary sex characteristics and not getting asked for your ID anymore at bars.

The feeling that you can never go back. An intentionally left behind crack in reality that shows you how things once were blurred through sepiatone and television static. Through it you see your child self clear as day and there are tears in her eyes. Your favorite plush toy, no, not even your favorite, one along many has been destroyed by your mother's vacuum. You and your ineptitude and your ambivalence left it on the ground and failed to keep it safe and now it is no more. It can never come back, no amount of sewing kit necromancy nor tear-motivated replacement purchase can return things to how they were. The vacuum cleaner roars at you. You feel the suction empty your room of love and innocence. It growls, loud and louder as it takes away pieces of you. You are the same as the plush toy, losing first an eye, and then your lips, and never your heart because you never had one to begin with. It pulls and drags you in and you cannot resist as parts of your life blow past as leaves in a summer monsoon. The coming End will destroy you, but it will not be merciful and swift.

You will feel each piece of your life rip stitch and sinew from your body and know that it is one more thing you will never get back. Grade 9 and 10 and the three years after high school you spent doing nothing and you never had a heart and you cannot bear to move forward so you stagnate but the end comes and it sweeps you away with the trash and you were nothing and nothing ever remains.

The stillness of death is a mercy in the face of unending loss.

[kotoku]

hello! may i req platonic found family hcs with chilchuck? he's a dad, but platonic x readers with him are few and far between 😓

thank you,

found family with chilchuck tims

content - father-figure!chilchuck / child-figure!reader / found family trope/ platonic relationship/ (domestic) fluff / angst

pairings - chilchuck tims & found family!reader

warnings - angst towards the end 

word count - 650

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✢ If you were a half-foot that joined Laios’s party, Chilchuck would feel more of a connection with you, understanding the struggles that you experienced and confiding in you about his own problems of being a half-foot

✢ If you aren’t, he won’t confide in you as much since he thinks you won’t understand, but eventually, he’ll warm up to you and become more open

✢ You’re younger than Chilchuck by a lot, close to the age of his daughters so he unknowingly treats you as such 

✢ He’ll pick up on his own behavior and despite grumbling to himself about kids these days, he’ll continue to watch over you and support you

✢ A close encounter with death will bring the two of you closer, Chilchuck showing his much more protective and reckless side

✢ He’ll scold you a lot, telling you to be more careful while scouting the floors and to watch your surroundings 

✢ Chilchuck is the type of dad to bonk you on the head with a newspaper bundled up

✢ You’d tease him for being old, asking him how his back is and picking at his growing gray hairs

✢ Throughout your journey with the party, Chilchuck will teach you a couple tricks he knows about lock-picking 

✢ When you two return to the surface, Chilchuck will gift you your own lock-pick set with a pouch and everything, warning you to take care of them

✢ Chilchuck always makes sure you eat, sleep, and maintain your health while in the dungeon, not accepting you skipping meals or dodging rest

✢ He’d pinch your cheeks in annoyance, you complaining as he shoves a spoon of food into your mouth

✢ When you’re sick, Chilchuck complains about taking care of you while placing a rag on your forehead

✢ He’d make sure you take medicine, and if there isn’t any around, he’ll force you to rest in your bedroll 

✢ If you’re a half-foot, he’d give you piggyback rides if you’re injured or fatigued

✢ Chilchuck masks his worry with irritation, scolding you when you get hurt while rushing Marcille to hurry up

✢ If his behavior gets on your nerves and results in an argument, he’d begrudgingly apologize a couple hours later with a small gift (if he can find one)

✢ He knows he can be an ass, but he hopes you understand his concerns and fears

✢ Which you do— you end up comforting him about his fears later on

✢ When the journey is over and Chilchuck moves to open his new shop, you offer to work there with a grin

✢ He wants to tell you no, to go out and explore, but he can’t deny you when you have that stupid grin with twinkling eyes on your face

✢ You and Marcille would push him to reconcile with his ex-wife and children, offering him support from the sidelines

✢ If you end up having dinner with Chilchuck’s family (and the rest of the party), you’d get along with his daughters and would tell them of your stories in the dungeon (and how old (amazing) their dad is)

✢ As Chilchuck gets older, the more mature you get, taking care of the old man alongside his daughters who’d stop by

✢ You’d talk story with him and laugh at his youth before it would delve into something more sentimental and you’re crying about him dying

✢ When the time comes that he does pass before you, you’re there at his funeral, leaving a bouquet of flowers and his signature lock-picking kit near his burial

[tornado1992]

Sonic and The Black Knight AU in which Sonic’s from that world, he’s an explorer of some sorts and he does technically live in Camelot with his brother Miles, but he spends most of his time traveling around and getting new stuff for his brother to weld and forge with.

One day while returning to Camelot and looking for minerals or cool rocks he finds a sword in a stone, great! New materials for his brother! he can surely make something better than this old blade or upgrade it.

He takes the sword out effortlessly. The sword can talk. Great(?

He brings the weapon to the town, people start to notice the obvious magical artifact and voice goes around about “the legend being fulfilled”.

Oh, that legend. Yeah, no.

He just wants to show his little brother a cool sword, not become ruler of a whole kingdom thank you very much, it doesn’t matter if he “fulfilled the sacred prophecy”, it’s just a rumor until he decides it isn’t. And he doesn’t want it to not be a rumor.

Rumors travel fast, but he is faster.

The talking sword started doubting if he was worthy of the throne after spending no more than an hour around him, not shutting up about how “you’re already running from your kingdom and you haven’t been crowned yet”. Good. Maybe he could convince the sword to tell the people he would make a terrible king if the disdain in its voice gave anything off.

They arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, his brother’s shop, he shush’s the sword down as his brother runs to hug him, instantly pulling away at the sight of the weapon, his twin tails happily wagging gentle circles behind him as he asks Caliburn (what a name) anything and everything that there is to know as a talking sword. Caliburn just asks him why does Sonic call him “Tails” (nice try of a joke mate).

The very rude sword being perplexed about how someone as “reckless and careless” as him has “such a brilliant child in his care”.

Well, not a pretty mineral or shiny rock, but a talking sword seems interesting enough to make his brother happily ramble almost all night long, taking karma in his name as he wears Caliburn’s ear(?) off as he did with him.

Well, he could tell the kid all about his latest adventure in the morning, right now he could focus on cooking his brother a new dinner dish with spices from his latest travel destiny. A small bedtime story (about the knight’s of the round table by Carliburn’s request) and a few ear scratches later and you got a snuggled sleeping fox kit ready for the night.

The sword stays near them, looking at every move Sonic made, as if analyzing him in confusion. What a rude weapon, he might not be good king material but he’s peak big brother material.

He might not have enough on him to give his brother a bigger workshop or expensive materials, but he will give him everything he has if it means keeping him happy, they may not live in a big castle or have fancy dinners every night, but he swore from the moment he met the fox that he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.

As long as his big bro was around, he would never go hungry again, he would never sleep outside again and no one would hurt him again. He won’t ever feel unloved again.

Sonic might not be able to give him the world, but he’ll give him everything else.

His little brother’s sleeping form slightly trembles in his tiny bed, curling himself in his small blanket, covering his body with his fluffy tails, (sometimes Sonic thinks he’s more “Tails than “Miles”, pun intended). it’s been kinda cold lately, their humble home not making much favors to keep them warm even with the forge still on, but he doesn’t think he’s trembling because of the cold.

It’s okay, he didn’t wanted to sleep in his makeshift bed today anyway, he’s been away from his brother for enough time and he doesn’t mind staying right beside him to fight the little fox’s nightmares away and sharing their warmth for comfort. He nuzzles beside him, the kit instinctively moving to hug him and hide his face on the crook of the hedgehog’s neck, gentle purring and soft humming filling the silence of the night.

The next morning Caliburn greets him loudly “Good morrow, king Sonic”

Hell.

He doesn’t know what could’ve changed Caliburn’s opinion on him from one moment to another, but now thanks to that he has knights kneeling before him, the royal wizard offering him their nation’s secrets, a talking sword lecturing him all day long about “a king’s duty and heart”, and the whole kingdom practically demanding him to rule.

It’s not a very tempting idea to say the least. Organizing diplomacy gatherings, hosting balls and knighting warriors is not really his thing, and hell, the kingdom wants it to be his thing.

He offers the throne to whoever wins a crusade? “the winner must defeat his majesty first”. He tries to put back the sword in the stone? “The sword chose you, my liege, it is your destiny”. He tries to show the high commands how bad of a kind he would be? “His majesty is such a humble king, even in all his might”.

So, so eager to make him king. They tried to drag him to the castle so he could “know his new home”. They offered him to make changes to royalty’s way to make it “enough of his way”. They showed him the perks of having power, “a king does as he pleases”.

But what could he really offer them as a king? He can fight bad guys and make allies for sure, but even if he wanted to, would that be enough?

He kinda regrets not spending enough time around the kingdom before, maybe if he did and the people actually knew him they wouldn’t be so insistent on him of all people being king, talking magical sword be damned.

His brother knows what’s going on, he keeps mostly quiet about it, not wanting to disturb the hedgehog with the subject when he actively is trying to avoid it, his only opinion about it being shown a few nights after his return to their home. He’s tucking the fox in for the night, Caliburn silently watching them from the other side of the room, a sleepy squeaky voice fading with a yawn in a last effort to reassure his big brother while he runs his finger’s trough the fox’s bangs.

“You could give this kingdom anything… you already gave the world to me”

That’s all it takes.

Alright, he’ll be their king, but he will not sit on a fancy chair all day, won’t have a personal army following him around and definitely won’t be educated in “proper royalty manners”, you want him to be the king? The king does as he pleases.

The high council or whatever can take care of the bureaucracy, alliances and all the boring stuff, they’ll have the control over most of the kingdom (just how they like it, right?)

His first decree? Right after his coronation, the only time he actually stays in the throne room longer than five minutes, he actually wears his crown, he’s bearing the sacred sword when he calls his brother to the center of the room “I dub thee Miles “Tails” Prower, the crown prince of Camelot”.

He’s the king now, it’s only logical for his little brother to be the prince, the crown prince, direct heir to the kingdom’s throne.

He’s the prince, and the prince can get whatever the hell he desires, so bring him all the minerals and heavy armory, and show him the secret library! Little bro needs stimulation and there’s only so much he can do with a blacksmith’s mediums. His room? Bigger than the king’s! His food? Get him all the neighbor kingdom’s candy if he asks for it! His education? Give him all the books known in the world, get him all the minerals and bring his workshop inside the castle!

What he had was enough for his little brother before, but it might not be enough for him just yet. Time to give him the world that he already promised him.

Prince Miles does have a nice ring to it.

[narcissistcookbook]

about thirteen or fourteen years ago @inkylizard told me about this show Sleep No More (description beneath the cut) they'd seen in an early run in Boston, and i had such bittersweet feelings listening to them talk about it because 1) it was absolutely my kind of thing, and 2) it was basically impossible to see it because it was so far away (i'm Scotland-based)

and since then i probably thought about the show more than most people who have seen it. i ended up working some of what kit described to me into my own music and shows, in a very vague sense

anyway, fast forward over a decade and i'm in NYC for ten days prior to tour and kit tells me that Sleep No More is still on, and it's about to close forever so this is my first and last chance to see it

so anyway

i finally saw it and it was amazing. for once hype wasn't the joy killer. it was inspiring and empowering and it's made me want to explore some of the more outlandish ideas that have been tickling my brain in terms of music writing/performance

i almost went again today, but low energy mixed with a fear of not wanting to dilute the magic by returning to the source convinced me otherwise. i think it means more to me to wait over a decade to see it, and then never be able to see it again.

Brief description of Sleep No More if you haven't seen it and aren't aware of it, told from the perspective of someone who had it described to them once and then saw it once 13 years later and has done no reading or research beyond that. Apologies if I describe it in a way that makes you squirm and go "nooo you aren't explaining it right" 💜

Sleep No More is an adaptation of Macbeth told mostly through the medium of Dance and Vibes. It takes place across the breadth and depth of an entire five floor building called the McKittrick Hotel, which is a dreamlike network of TV/movie-quality sets (a ballroom, a hotel, a city apartment, hell, a street of open shops, a mental hospital, a forest, witches' dens, a huge room full clocks connected to a tiny prayer vestibule, there's too many to mention) and masked audience members are encouraged to wander freely and explore the entirety of the building in any way they like

all the sets are fully explorable and designed to be examined in close detail. if you dig around you'll find letters, medical records, diaries, a fully stocked and unguarded sweet shop, hidden dressing rooms, discarded props, again much more than I could list off here. rooms have backrooms which have other backrooms. secret passageways connect parts of the building/story to other parts.

and through all this the cast are whirling and screeching and sprinting from place to another with little regard for who is or isn't following their storyline. at one point I was one of only two people watching an actor sew up a disembowled teddybear in a child's bedroom - and in the mirror, the same bedroom was reflected covered in blood. at another I was the only person watching a nurse tuck a man made of rocks into a hospital bed. at another, I turned a corner and one of the witches (with about twenty people in tow struggling to keep up) barrelled into me on their way to a scene elsewhere (he stopped and gave me a boop on the nose). another time, i walked into what I thought was an empty interrogation room only to realise after *far too long* that one of the characters was hiding in there with me

and on top of all this, each character has a scene they will only perform to one other audience member chosen by them

the magic for me is that not only can you not see the whole show in a single visit, but that it's basically impossible for anyone to see the whole show period no matter how hard they try. someone i know has seen it seven times and i've seen parts of it that they didn't even know about. it creates a sense of longing for what you'll never see, a sense of loss for the parts you missed, and a deep sense of personal connection with what you were lucky enough to see

what a banger

[serxinns]

Yandere class1a x aizawa kid reader pt.3 where they all have a summer vacation trip to the beach plz have a good day👍🏽🏖️

A/n: sorry for the long wait, but it's finally here. I hope you enjoy it!! Stay groovy!

Also the seashell diverder goes to @h-aewo

Aizawa noticed how you were getting bummed out in the summer with all the hero work, studying, and his brats of classmates obsessing you head to toe pulling you in different directions or wanting attention from you, whenever you came back home with him you looked so exhausted and gloomy so he decided to declare a beach day for just the two of you!

Aizawa didn't like the beach as much as you did he prefers indoors especially in the wintertime when he can be wrapped comfortably in his blanket drinking hot coco cuddling with his cats and you sleeping peacefully in his arms watching another childish Christmas special on TV, but you Loved the beach you loved exploring seeing what kind of treasure you'll find in the sand, resting in the sun, and devouring snow cones! So a father and child bonding vacation will get you in the mood again and he knew exactly how to suprise you

You waved to Nezu as he drove off. Today was a tiring and you were extremely exhausted, your classmates kept bothering pulling you around in different directions just to get your attention or to spend time with them, there was even almost a war in the cafeteria because a group in class 1b invited you to sit with them, training your favorite subject was cut short cause your class again got too brutal trying to show off their fighting skills to eachother and that turned brutal real quick

you just wanted to go in your room, turn off your phone preventing your classmates spam texting you and cuddle with your cats to forget the day all altogether You slowly opened the door to a beach bag on the couch "...wtf" You awkwardly approached the bag grabbing it and looking inside to see a bunch of beach items like sunscreen, a swimsuit and it was in your exact size? "Dad..?" You looked around to an empty, silent living room. You walked toward the kitchen cautiously as you saw another beach bag, and it was a large water gun. Seriously!? What's even going on? You were about to head back when you heard a loud BANG, which sounded like.. party poppers. You turned to see your father holding

"Suprise..! We're going on vacation." Your dad stood there grinning at your surprised and baffled expression. "When?" "Tomorrow, this weekend's my day off so why not they even have a beach~" he shrugged there was a place for a moment as your face slowly lit up causing Shouta to chuckle already knowing what was about to happen next "YAYAYAYAYAYAYA THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" you squealed squeezing the poor man's lungs out with your death hug "your welcome sweetie" he choked out trying to fight for his life surviving the hug

"Did you pack your clothes?" "Yep! I packed EXTRA early," You replied while coming downstairs and rolling down the suitcase while your father checked everything else. "Do we have the giant medkit" Aizawa looked around checking every luggage "dadd we dont we don't need that big ass kit it's just a 2-day vacation" you groaned as your father shot a glare at you " "Language and of course we need it just because we're on vacation doesn't mean anything villians will still pop out a nowhere" you mentally rolled your eyes obviously not wanting to hear all that "can we go nowww we got everything ready our neighbors will watch the cats, the 23 security cameras are all on and activated lets gooo" you whined carrying both you and your dads luggage towards the car as your dad sighed "what am I ever gonna do with you"

Time skip

Time skip again

"We're here," your dad said softly, waking you up from your nap. You blinked a couple of times, trying to shake off the slumber. "Look at the view" he pointed you looked to where he was pointing and he wasn't lying the sunset of the beach was beautiful the mix of yellow pink and orange was plastered across the sky, you almost thought you were in a painting "it's getting late let's check into our hotel and get some rest we'll go to the beach tomorrow morning" you lazily nodded feeling sleepy again as Shouta started grabbing all the luggage and placing it into those suitcase holder with the wheels (if ykyk) and saw you passed out already in the car

he sighed annoyed but not wanting to wake you up so he picked you up and placed you on his shoulder while rolling the luggage holder toward your room ignoring the stares, whispering, and fangirls gossiping, falling head over heels for the muscular man carrying his child towards the hotel room once he made it into the hotel room, he gently place you down 1st tucking you in for the night without forgetting to give you an soft kiss on your forehead then changed into his comfortable clothing there was 2 beds but he decided he sleep on your bed as well not wanting you to fall off of course totally not because he knows youll feel safe in his arms (before yall say something this us strictly platonic) and he so to drifted off to sleep

....

Aizawa was slowly awoken by you staring and smiling down at him he got started and pushed you off of him "Ow" "never do that again he grumbled tiredly looking over to see the clock being 8 AM then looking at you "Can we go to the beach now" "5 more mins sweetie I'm fucking tired-" "I will kick you repeatedly until you fall off the bed then bite you on your leg like a chicken bone if you fall back to sleep" he groaned again glaring at you while you smiled mischievously at him

Time skip again

You couldn't contain your excitement viewing the beach while Aizawa was carrying the beach stuff; you were wearing your (fav color) swimsuit with some goggles and a snorkel while your father had a black Hawaiian shirt and yellow swimming trunks with sunglasses. "I found a spot!" You quickly ran over, claiming the spot. Your father followed you as he placed the beach stuff down; you were about to dash toward the water until an arm yanked you back.

"You need your sunscreen, brat," you pouted, ruining your chance. "I don't need it!" He glared, grabbed the sunscreen, squeezed the bottle to squirt some out, and slapped it onto your face, rubbing it. "Ack! Let go of me!" You try struggling off your grip "You wanna act like a little brat You gonna be treated as one" As he kept assaulting your face with the sunscreen you then managed to push him up and snatch the bottle rubbing the cream over your body while he stared sternly at you "see now wasn't that hard?" "Fuck you" "y/n?" A familiar voice called out to you

There was the class all in their bathing suits staring directly at you. "y/nnnnn!!!!" Hakagure and Mina ran over to you and tackled you with a hug just processing what kind of bad writing fiction was this to make this even possible (hey! >:() "y/n! I see you also here as well," Iida stated while waving his arms around. "Yeah, I'm on vacation for a whole weekend here How are you here?" "We plan to have a beach party here. We were about to invite you, but we heard from you all day and yesterday evening!" Denki whined, leaning on your shoulder and earning a bunch of glares at him. Before you could respond, Kirishima grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them. "C'mon, let's go have fun! We got a bunch of plans for this party it's gonna be fun!"

you signed looking back at your father which he shrugged shooing you off to have fun while you shrugged to yourself and ran along with them

Aizawa, on the other hand, was pissed there was no way that they could go to this specific beach hotel and plan a beach party there. Did they track him and you down? Did one of them spy on you or place some kind of recording device in his or your phone? Thoughts were running through his head he was gonna find the bottom of this and once he did oh his class was gonna be in big trouble

Meanwhile

"Let's play volleyball ball!" Mina shouted, tossing up the ball. Since there are 21 of us, we should be in teams of 3! Let's make this a tournament! The last team wins! Everyone was interested and decided to get into teams

The teams

2 Midoriya, iida, and Ochako

7 Mina, hakagure, and ojiro

8 Shinsou, todoroki, shoji

4 Bakugo, denki, Kirishima

1 Momo, jirou and tsuyu

9 Koda,Sato, and mineta

5 Sero, y/n and Aoyama

"Let the volleyball tournament begin!" Mina cheered, "For y/ns love..." They all thought determined to win this match to gain your affection, teams 2 and 9 were up 1st it was a close battle between the 2 teams with Ochako trying not to float the ball up and Sato trying to keep up with Iida's speed and Midoriya calculating a smooth hit murmuring to himself to try and find a way to win the game when the ball was heading towards him making him missed the ball causing it to hit the ground team 9 won while iida scolded Midoriya as he apology repeatedly

next was teams 4 and 8 and oh boy it was messy Bakugo demanded his idiot friends play better and pressured them while team 1 was knocking it out of the park until Kirishima managed to get a good swing tsuyu hit the ball with her tongue As it headed towards Denki but rather hit his head pretty hard to the point he went into his dumb mode "y-yey!!!!" The electric boy pulled out his thumbs as Bakugo was extremely pissed off grabbing the blonde by the back of his shirt and dragging him off the court in defeat

7 and 5 were up and it was actually pretty hard you tried to make Ojiro hit harder as you tried hitting it the opposite way but he managed to go to that spot Aoyama and Mina were battling it out well it was most Aoyama trying to get revenge on Mina while was just having fun oblivious to the shiny boy's intentions but you somehow won huh

Then teams started battling off winning team 9 loss to 8 with toodrokis super move 1 won your team by an intense battle and now it was all up to your team and 8 the final showdown

After a long, extreme battle between you and team 8, you...lost due to your slipping and fucking up team 8 won the match! Shoto then came up to you and pulled out his hand. "Good game.." he said, forming a small blush on his cheek. You chuckled and grabbed his hand as well. "You too, shoji and Tokoyami killed it out there!" "You too, I never knew you were good at volleyball, y/n san!" Dark Shadow chimed as Dark Shadow nodded in agreement "he's right you also did amazing as well y/n you should be in our team next time"

You smiled, oblivious to more glares the blackbird was earning. "Yeah, in return, teach me those moves!" Thats when you were suddenly dragged by Bakugo going to his squad "We're playing water gun fight you in?" He grumbled. You smiled mischievously as you grabbed your large meta water gun behind your back. "It's on..."

The others watched in jealousy as you and the bakusquad where spraying each other with waterguns untill bakugo slipped and fell into the ground you, kirishima, denki, Mina, and sero surrounded him and started spraying him at once then running away when he started to use his explosions the 5 of you started laughing hysterically when someone tapped your shoulder you looked over to see momo, tsuyu and jirou "me and jirou are heading to the snack shack wanna come?" Tsuyu offered "Oh I didn't bring my mone-" "I'll pay!" Momo said "oh no momo you don't have to-" "no no I insist really!" Momo said with smiled so genuine how could u even say no?

You signed, "Fine, but don't make me forget to pay you back!" Momo was gonna make you forget you didn't need to own her anything. Honestly, your presence was the payment! She just wants to spoil her little jewel! You then got your food and sat on the bench watching the sunset "Man the sunset is so pretty" You were mesmerized by the warm colors in the sky while the 3 girls were mesmerized by your face and how your eyes lit up seemed to relax when seeing the sunset tsuyu was just in awe while jirou was flustered Upon seeing your everything honestly

"Hey, you stole y/n away. We were planning to make sand castles!" Their precious moment was ruined when Koda started walling towards them behind them were Sato and Tokoyami "No we were just gonna get some food and rest" "let's not lie now you know you wanted to get some alone time with y/n" Tokoyami stated glaring at the girls " actually you're all wrong cause ma cheer is coming with me!" Aoyama started grabbing you and dragging you until he bumped into someone and that someone was Midoriya and his crew

"Where the heck do you think you're going with MY y/n?" Izuku stated as Aoyama hid you behind him as they both started arguing everyone else joined in and started a huge yelling match between each other "ok... time for me to go now" You started to walk off trying to find your father to tell him what's going on but you then bumped into someone again seriously how clumsy can you be and where are these people coming from? You looked up to coincidentally see your father just staring at his own students fighting and screaming at each other

"Uh Dad ur here so uh this happened" You tried telling him what had happened but he just kept staring and glaring at his students "Don't worry it's already taken care of" You paused for a moment confused by his statement "Take cared of-?" then a sudden announcement came on coming from outside the hotel

"The beach is now close! Please pack your things and leave or go back intothe hotel habe a lovely evening!"

You heard groaning from your classmates defeated that they couldn't spend time with you anymore they all waved goodbye at you and left in defeat grumbling under their breaths and glaring at each other and at Aizawa who was smirking menacingly at them mockingly waving at them he can finally spend time with you now with no distractions just his vacation with you and only you

"Hey kid, wanna go to this cool restaurant I found while driving?" Your father offered, "Can we order it? I wanna eat in the hotel and watch some movies your father chuckled agreeing that it was a good way to end the day!

[indigofyrebird]

A Tale of Brothers

820 words

Rated G!

Kind of angsty. Kind of sweet.

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"What, no hug for me?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Crosshair wished he could take them back. He hated the way it made him sound like a child, like he wanted a hug. He didn't. 

Echo's response made him cringe inwardly. "Depends on how good your intel is." Crosshair turned his head away from the other man's intense gaze, huffing out a dismissive breath. He didn't need Echo's approval. He surely didn't need a hug from him.

Dinner was awkward. Talk of Tech made the ache in his heart threaten to overwhelm him. His food tasted like sawdust. He offered what he could with information about Barton IV, his hand tremoring hard at the memories it brought up. They would leave in the morning. 

When Wrecker brought his armor kit out and presented it to him he could hardly speak for the lump in his throat. One glance up at the back of Wrecker's head and then the brief eye contact with Hunter had him turning away, heart feeling like it had dropped into his stomach. Why do I care what HE thinks? Crosshair cursed to himself. 

Omega lightened his mood immidiately. She was good at that. Reminding him that she was the older sister. Now that was funny. He smiled, the feeling foreign on his lips. 

------

Crosshair stepped out into the bright sunlight, adjusting his chest plate. His old armor was a little loose but he had to admit it felt good. It felt like home. Like all the memories of a childhood spent learning to fight alongside his brothers were held in each piece of armor. He would be forever grateful to Wrecker for keeping it safe for him. 

Looking up at the ungodly screeching, he watched the ice vulture circling overhead. Mayday's voice in his head combined with the frigid temperature sent a shiver through him. The sun coming through the clouds was nothing more than light, giving off very little warmth. 

Inside, the abandoned building was dark. Wrecker clicked on his flashlight. Echo's response to Crosshair's "I guess it served its purpose" with "sounds familiar" made Crosshair a little sour and he turned to explore alone. Does he have to remind me of my mistakes? To rub it in? The helmets when he found them did nothing to help his mood. Cast aside, their purpose served. The human beings that once wore them, long gone. Crosshair knelt to retrieve one of them. They had served their purpose hadn't they, he thought. I served my purpose. And how was I repaid? How were these men repaid? He clenched his fist and swore under his breath. 

Crosshair took out his anger on Hunter. He wasn't planning on saying those hurtful things to him, but once he started, the words wouldn't stop. "She went through what she did because you failed!" he said, more than a small part of him wanting to insert the word I. I went through what I did because you failed...but no. He didn't blame Hunter, not really. That was just his bitter, wounded heart talking. 

And then the wyrm came and they fought. Hunter falling through the ice sent a stabbing panic through Crosshair and when he screamed his name it was with the deep fear of losing someone close. But they beat the wyrm. They beat it and they caught their breath and they sat side by side. Crosshair thought in that moment that this was good enough. If his squad never accepted him more than this, a soldier looking out for a fellow soldier, this was enough. In his heart he knew this was a lie. These were his brothers. The only family he had ever known. 

Then, Wrecker grabbed them both in a hug so fierce that Crosshair could have cried. He rolled his eyes at Hunter from under Wrecker's arm and Hunter gave him a small smile back. Crosshair knew then that his brothers wanted him, maybe even needed him. 

----- 

Sitting in the quiet of the ship, Crosshair rested his head in his hands. He slept on and off, waking when he felt Echo sit beside him. "Cross..." Echo trailed off hesitantly. Crosshair turned to face him, rubbing his sleep filled eyes. "Listen, Crosshair, I just wanted to say...it's good to have you back." Crosshair looked at the other man carefully. Echo had clearly been wanting to say this to him. As if it were important to him. Crosshair nodded, embarrassed, not sure what to say in response. 

And then Echo placed his arm over Crosshair's shoulder and pulled him close in a warm embrace. Part of Crosshair wanted to resist, to pull back, but he didn't. He didn't want to be pitied. Somehow, he knew Echo didn't mean it as pity. He rested his head on Echo's shoulder, and when Echo moved back slightly, they placed their foreheads together gently. "Brother," Crosshair muttered softly. 

For the @summer-of-bad-batch prompt "hugs"

[chaos-bites]

🪿 Subtle Frigga Worship 🪡

Big thank you to @broomsick for the help on this list!

Make a meal for your loved ones

Make yourself a warm or comforting drink, especially herbal teas

Learn a fabric craft; crocheting, sewing, weaving, embroidery, etc.

Spend time with any children in your life; be kind to children

Have a stuffed animal sheep, goose, goat, or a bog animal

Have imagery of geese, sheep, bogs, the sky, the moon, spinning wheels and spindles, distaffs, or keys around

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Spend time with your loved ones, especially those you consider family

Practice divination; learn a new method of divination

Take time to calm yourself; spend a full day (or most of a day) relaxing and resting

Engage in activities that calm and soothe you; drawing, meditating, taking a walk in nature, etc.

Clean your space or your home; do some chores around the house

Make your house (or space) feel like a home to you; surround yourself with things that make you feel comfortable and safe

Volunteer in your community for any cause

Donate to or support domestic abuse prevention or child-focused organizations

Donate diapers, baby food, children's toys, and hygiene kits to homeless shelters

Bake bread from scratch; make a meal from scratch

Explore your own spirituality; dive into topics that interest you regarding spirituality

Spend time with any maternal figures or mothers in your life; offer assistance to new mothers if able

Make a meal for a family that isn't your own; give a warm meal to someone in need

Get involved with your local community; join clubs, support groups, volunteer groups, or likewise; ensure you have an established sense of community around you

Lend your kindness and support to others, but always make sure you're showing yourself the same

Decorate your space with fabrics (tapestries, flags, pretty blankets, crocheted animals, etc.)

Dry flowers you find pretty; decorate your space with flowers (do not steal from other people's gardens)

Keep a journal of nice things people have said to you c:

Practice knowing when to speak your mind versus when to hold your tongue

Learn how to stand in your own power; connect with your inner strength, and commend your resilience (this sort of thing takes time, and that's ok)

Send your loved ones a kind message out of the blue; tell them how much you appreciate them or how much they mean to you

Write something that you appreciate, admire, or generally like about yourself daily (or however often feels comfortable)

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I may add more later on, but for now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Frigga! Thank you for reading, and take care, everyone. 🩵

Link to my Subtle Worship Master list

[w1ngedv01d]

Imagine Narinder trying to raise Baal and Aym while he is Literally Chained In Place.

Especially when they're little toddlers wanting to explore everything

Imagine he literally uses unwanted offerings/weaponds/etc from old failed vessels to create "barriers" to prevent runaway kitten debacles

Imagine babies learning how to climb in desire to get OVER the kitten obstacles

Imagine Narinder LITERALLY SENDING old vessels on missions to get baby-appropriate things as offerings because someone (Shamura) presented Only Kittens and no Solutions

Heck, imagine him trying to explain to toddler kits what the "outside world" is because they sure as fuck don't have clear memories of it

Imagine him spending every day half-worried Shamura will appear with another child

[occasionallyprosie]

So I'm trying to incorporate more nicknames for the boys, so here's what I got so far, any additions or ones I've missed?

--

Four

Smith/Smithy

Little One (by Time)

Little Guy (by Triple Threat)

Rainbow

Hyrule

Traveler

Explorer

Rule/Rulie

Healer (post Life Spell reveal)

Calatian (country of origin)

Legend

Veteran/Vet

Collector

Hoarder (by Warriors and Twilight, derogatory, becomes affectionate)

Scholar

Apple (by Twilight and Wind)

Kid (by Wind)

Kit (by Twilight and Sky)

Sky

Skyloftian (shortens to Sky)

Sky Knight (shortens to Sky)

Chosen

Birdbrain

Lover boy (affectionate, by Downfall Duo)

Woodcarver

Time

Old Man

Sprite (by Warriors)

Ancestor (by Twilight)

Fairy Boy (post meeting Malon, by Downfall Duo and Wind)

Twilight

Rancher

Goat Herd

Ordonian (town of origin)

Pup (by Time)

Country Boy (by Warriors, derogatory)

Forest (by Legend and Wind)

Warriors

Captain (or any other military form of address)

Pretty Boy (by Legend, derogatory, becomes affectionate)

Soldier Boy (by Twilight, derogatory, becomes affectionate)

Wild

Champion

Cook

Wild Child (affectionate)

Cub (by Twilight and Time)

Wanderer

Wind

Sailor

Pirate

Ocean (by Legend and Twilight)

Kid (by Twilight and Warriors)

Conductor (by Legend)

Tune/Tunie (by Time and Warriors)

Whys for some:

Rulie and Chosen (Hyrule and Sky) -> Both make the mistake of telling the group their hero titles, Hyrule is eventually nicknamed Rulie by Legend and Wild as a result (nobody else calls him that), and Sky gets Chosen from everybody.

Apple, Forest, and Ocean (Legend, Twilight, and Wind) -> Nicknames from Triforce Heroes (from my hc of them being the Triforce Heroes)

Kid (Legend) -> Another nickname from Triforce Heroes, Wind is the only one who calls him that in LU though (Twilight takes too long to realize Apple and the Veteran are the same person)

Kit (Legend) -> Sky and Twi start calling him that after the bunny incident, Twi does it first and Sky joins in after because he's a gremlin and both know Legend hates (eventually likes) it

Conductor (Wind) -> Caused by music night when Wind leads the music with the Wind Waker and just sticks

[animatedjen]

Cal slipped.

Rock shattered under his foot and skittered down towards the treeline below. His knee and face took most of the impact, crimped handholds biting against his fingers. On his back, BD readjusted his grip with a whir of concern. Twice he’d told Cal this idea was stupid, both times after Cal fell into loose shale while approaching the wall. After that the droid hunkered down and kept his opinions to himself, if only to prevent throwing Cal off balance.

“It’s okay buddy,” Cal grunted the assurance as he looked for new footing. He tasted dirt and maybe blood, his arms were completely spent, and yet somehow it was the best Cal had felt in weeks. He shifted his hips lower and let his weight settle over his left foot, then inched his right up the wall to another toehold. Not great, but it should be enough.

He'd first found the crag while exploring with Mosey. “This path would take us all the way round Raider territory ‘cept for that bluff in the way,” she explained, steering her nekko away from the large outcropping. Cal remembered looking it over, instinctually tracing a line up through the various shapes and grooves in the basalt rock face. A project for another time, after they found Tanalorr.

Now halfway up the cliff, Cal can’t think about hidden planets or fallen friends or a looming Empire. All he can do is inch sideways and slot his hand into a nearby crevice, adjusting until the meat of his palm is wedged firmly into the gap. The next hand follows, then he finds his feet. Instinctually Cal matched his breath to each movement, a soft inhale followed by a deep hiss of an exhale. It’s a form of meditation that he’s never truly found while on the ground.

At the temple he climbed everything. The other younglings in his creche turned it into a game, pointing out interesting walls or columns that could potentially offer a challenge. Wynne once dared Cal to climb to the top of the Archive without touching the floor, and he made it over the railing and onto the second story bookshelves before a bewildered librarian sounded the alarm. His punishment was to dust those same bookshelves, which was wildly boring aside from the ever-present audience: Cal made sure every passing Jedi knew why an eight year old padawan had been assigned cleaning duty. Master Catrine called him a tree-goat and it became Cal’s nickname for the rest of the year.

Learning more of the Force only improved his physicality. Master Tapal had taken one look at his tiny human padawan, bouncing around the halls of the Albedo Brave, and immediately added aerobatics to the training regiment. “You won’t be able to overpower your opponent,” he would say while Cal learned to dash across walls and flip higher into the air. “Use your size and speed to maneuver through your surroundings, adapting to the environment and using it to your advantage.”

Years later, Cal scaled the hull of a half-scrapped Star Destroyer faster than anyone on his shift. The rusting, jagged pieces of metal were nothing like Venator-class training halls or the trees in the Temple meditation gardens. These ships were covered in tragedy, rotted by war and the incessant Bracca rain. He learned to climb with rigging gear, climb with too many pounds of scrapper kit, climb with gnawing emptiness in his stomach and torch burns across his knuckles. The Force was no longer an aid, only a dull, haunted reminder of his past. But years of training were etched too deep into his muscles to be completely forgotten, and the Guild valued those skills enough to employ a destitute liability of a child.

Above, two relters cut across the late afternoon sky, their shadows racing each other along the rockface. Cal tucked his knee against a well-placed indent and ground his foot into the wall until each side felt secure. The kneebar in place, he released his hands with a sigh, shaking out tension and letting the breeze wick away sweat. Guilt gnawed at Cal’s consciousness– he should be at the saloon with the others, helping pack supplies for their next trip through the abyss. The Raiders would likely be wiped out by the Empire anyway, and that’s a problem that no new climbing line can fix.

The Force hummed softly. Cal continued to the end of the fissure, finding another rest point just off to the side. He pressed a hand against a flat portion of the wall, testing its integrity.

“Ready BD?” he called. One beep later, a metal spike launched over Cal’s shoulder to his waiting hand. It would’ve been easier to rewire the entire Mantis than convince BD to swap out his stim canisters for pitons, but Cal didn’t want to risk losing any of his hardware mid-climb. He lined up the spike and let the Force gather around it, then with a Push drove it into the wall. The impact echoed across the treeline below with a satisfying boom.

That was the last piton, BD trilled as Cal added a carabiner. Leaning back, he checked the dangling rope below, tracing it through the previously embedded spikes. Everything’s holding. He checked in with his body. Everything’s hurting. Great. A stim would’ve been nice right about now.

The rope was threaded up and through the final anchor as Cal scouted the last section of the ascent: two sloping holds and a column that juts up over the top of the cliff. He moved his hands to each sloper, mantling up and to the side until there was enough space for his heel to meet his hand. Both hands shifted to the left sloper, and his other foot met them there. Slowly, achingly, he rotated upwards.

BD launched from Cal’s back with a whoop, his thruster carrying him just high enough to disappear over the cliff’s edge. Immediately the whirr of his scanner filled the quiet evening air. Cal laughed despite his weariness, reaching up to grab an edge on the column. Another reach, another foothold, and he had made it. Scrubby grass poked out from gaps in the basalt while thick clouds silhouetted the distant rock formations in pink and gold. In the valley between them lay Rambler’s Reach, just barely outlined in the sunset. 

Everyone Cal loved was in that tiny speck of a settlement. Everyone else was gone. He sunk to the ground, keenly aware of each complaining muscle as he wiped the dust off his face. BD finished scanning and joined him at the ledge.

“What a view, huh BD,” Cal said quietly. Together they watched the rest of the sky fade to dusk.

–

One relter ride later, Cal was collecting leftover gear at the base of the cliff when nekkos trotted up from the ravine. Mosey emerged first, a lantern swinging from her pack. To Cal’s surprise, Merrin was following her.

“We thought that was you,” Merrin said, dropping from the nekko to greet BD. He immediately asked if she brought stims. “Toa and Zee set up a telescope on the roof of Pyloon’s. We wanted to see what was drilling into the mountains. Thankfully, just a Jedi.”

“Shoot, you really sent that.” Mosey was staring wide-eyed at the rock face, the rope carving a thin brown line to the top of the outcropping. “Incredible. I knew you were good in a fight Cal, but this is something else.”

“With the anchors in place, you should be able to add additional aid,” Cal said. “Make it as easy to climb as possible.” He imagined Turgle dangling from a rope ladder while somehow completely wrapped in another rope ladder. “With some help,” he added.

“This could be huge.” Mosey examined the approach, kicking shale and other loose rocks to form a potential new path. “What’s the backside look like?”

“Not sure, there wasn’t enough light by the time I got up there. But–” Cal glanced over to Merrin, weighing her expression. “We could probably get a rappel system set up, if we stayed on Koboh a little longer.”

Merrin tilted her head. “You said we should establish the Sanctuary as soon as possible,” she said. “Staying on Koboh would delay that.”

“That’s right." The gnawing guilt crept back to his mind, and immediately he wished he was back on the wall again, which only increased the guilt. 

“But,” Merrin cut into his thoughts. “Our goal is to help those who need it. That includes the people here.” She looked up at the cliff, now a shadow against the emerging stars. “I think a new pathway away from Raiders and Empire could be very helpful, and would give Greez time to finish packing the saloon. He’s collected too many trinkets these last few years.”

The dust was back in Cal’s eyes again. “Would that work for you, Mosey?”

Mosey grinned. “Sure does. It might even be fun.”

[ranchclan]

Moon 0 Allegiances

RANCHCLAN

Leader

Honeystar | 70m | F | she/he/they | charismatic, skilled mediator, & steady paws | 9 lives remaining |

One of the two barn cats who gave up part of their personal territory to found the clan. Honey, the more charismatic of the two, convinced others with the help of Lemonflower to gather loners, rogues, and kittypets. Their camp is the ranch Honeystar’s ancestors protected long ago. Apprentice: Milkpaw

Deputy

Inkyfern | 46m | F | she/they | faithful, great mediator |

Inky was a kittypet from the cowplace, but left along with her last kit -Lavenderkit, but with the faith that cats could protect each other as a community, and a newfound respect and belief in Starclan. Apprentice: Laurelpaw

Clerics

Lemonflower | 65m | M | he/she/they | fierce, gardener, & prophecy interpreter |

Lemon was a loner who received a vision from his ancestor Berrypaw, to persuade nearby cats to join together as Ranchclan, and proved that Starclan would give Honeystar their nine lives in the gold mine deep within the mountain. He hears the whispers of Starclan often, although Berrypaw isn’t nearly as communicative as he’d like. He helped maintain the garden long left behind, building the infrastructure of the camp. Joined with younger sister Whimsy, and nephling Hollowpaw

Warriors

Robinclover | 114m | M | he/him | unnatural senses, good teacher |

Older sibling to Honeystar, Robinclover was less than pleased about sharing the territory, and is overwhelmed with the amount of cats in the space he calls home. Little old, little crotchety, but incredibly skilled. Apprentice: Hollowpaw

Sunnystep | 59m | M | he/they | loving, amazing hunter |

Sunny was a loner from farther up towards the town area, who came when he learned of the safety in numbers the clan provided. He joined with his niece Milkpaw - after her mom/his sister was hit by a monster on the Lightning Path.

Whimsydusk | 24m | F | she/her | adventurous, crafter, & good storyteller

Whimsy is a loner who unfortunately got pregnant rather young, and stuck around her older brother Lemonflower in the local area. She has her single kitten, Hollowpaw, who is both like a child and a younger sibling to her. Whimsy relies on Lemonflower to get her out of trouble when she goes too far, and can get caught up in tall tales and big ideas.

Apprentices

Hollowpaw | 11m | NB | they/she | shameless, lover of stories | Mentor: Robinclover |

Almost as wild, and just as creative, Hollowpaw isn’t afraid of anything. They love stories and play acting.

Laurelpaw | 10m | F | she/her | compassionate, active imagination | Mentor: Inkyfern |

Laurelpaw comes from rival clan Valleyclan, leaving when warmed by the strength and determination of Ranchclan - and difficulties in their old clan. She’s imaginative and loves playing games and telling stories with Hollowpaw. Because she was a clan cat previously, Laurelpaw almost ends up practically mentoring Inkyfern instead if the other way around. Inkyfern appreciates the perspective from a clan cat who’s seen what makes a clan work - and what doesn’t.

Milkpaw | 7m | F | she/her | charismatic, constantly climbing | Mentor: Honeystar |

Milkpaw joined with her uncle Sunnystep soon after her mom dies on the Lightning Path, they’re active and outgoing, if a bit of a daydreamer.

Queens/Kits

Lavenderkit | 5m | F | she/they | unruly, splashes in puddles | Parent: Inkyfern |

Constantly up to no good, Lavenderkit is living up to their newfound freedom and exploring all the territory has to offer.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Platonic Yandere Bakeneko Erasermic and Shinso

(Yes, you read that right. I’ve seen people suggest that I do nymphs or nagas for this lovable trio. (Fanon wise) But why not Bakenekos?)

Aizawa and Mic are pretty ancient creatures who’ve lived in this forest for a good while, Shinsou was an orphaned kit they adopted.

They are respected and merciful, they’ll help travelers and explorers but they aren’t afraid to wack a bitch.

Aizawa has personally tangled with Shigaraki and Dabi, mostly for territory and cause Shiggy is a little shit.

You came across them after fleeing from some sort of threat. Mic straight up adopted you, you’re his kid now.

Aizawa is slightly more skeptical to have you since you’re human and related to hunters until you bring up the fact that Shigaraki and Dabi kidnapped you and made you their child.

You’re not permitted to leave their section of territory as Shigaraki is a pretty dangerous naga who is currently causing multiple deaths to occur. It’s basically his way of guilt tripping.

Hitoshi is your protector now, he doesn’t want you to get hurt. Out of everyone on the roster, Tokoyami, Ochako, Kai and Eri and the Erasermic fam are the most mentally stable of the bunch.

If Deku or Shigadabi do end up dying in some way, then your best bet is with them.

But on the bright side, Erasermic are pretty damn good parents. They provide for you and teach you in their ways of survival. Also, they’re cats!! Aizawa and Mic can purr AND LOAF!

Hitoshi loves to fuck with you and has earned honorary big brother status. He comforts you and will not hesitate to protect or defend you. If you have a nightmare or have a panic attack, he’ll reassuringly chuff and purr as a way to soothe you.

All in all, they good kitty cats.