#cp kin

[findthebae]

hello hello!!!! im a fictkin of rookie from club penguin, and i think it'd be really cool if i could find more people from my source!!! mainly fellow epf agents, but anyone is cool really!! also, im an adult in my canon, the body is a minor, so please keep that in mind!! like +/or rb this message and i'll try and get to ya as soon as i can ^^

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[dollarstore-kins]

Self indulgent goth nonbinary Jeff the Killer plush icons!!

Plush by @ijustwannahavefunn​

-Mod ET

[dear-fictionkin]

Hey CPS. Ya little pure spy. You recall the time I almost murdered you when we first met? Yeah haha. That was a day. And then we grew to be best mates. Sorry I suddenly remembered it. It was funny anyways. You want to go on a spree later?

- Christian / CBS / Christian Brutal Sniper

(SOURCE: Freak Fortress 2)

[postage date: May. 21]

[impersonaltag]

Cant get over the thought that prosekai characters are easy to kin/relate to because the devs and stuff wanted to connect with us and tell us that "hey you're okay, you're not the only one who feels this and that's okay because we're here for you so here's this character that you'll relate to and eventually gets better in hopes you'll get better too" cause pjsk wants to reach out to us and stuff augh i hare you sega and colorful pallete/pos/aff

Miku and the virtual singers r the devs, Sega and cp , you're the main chars cuz miku is always wanting to reach out to them

Everyone be happy!! Remember that ichika saki shiho honami minori airi haruka Shizuku an kohane akito toya emu nene tsukasa rui mizuki ena mafuyu and kanade were made for you! :)

[chiaraanatra]

Life as We Know It | Part 2

Summary: You and Seresin unexpectedly become the caretakers of Bradley and Natasha's baby girl, Nicole. Can you two put your disdain for one another aside for Nic's sake? Based on the movie "Life as We Know It"

Warnings: Parental/character death, mentions of cops, CPS, & social work, angst, arguments, and swearing. This chapter is a sad one. no use of Y/N. Later chapters will contain mentions of parental death! Always check chapter warnings!

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: Here is part two! Thank you for all the support on part one! I hope you all enjoy!

《 part 1 || part 3 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

You vividly remember that God-forsaken phone call.

The day itself had been good, productive even. When you picked up the phone there was a chipper tone in your voice "Hello?"

The man on the other line had a very no-nonsense tone when he said your name.

Your brow furrowed, "Speaking."

The next words that came out of his mouth caused you to drop the phone. Before you knew it, you were in your car on the way to the police station.

The trek to the station was a blur, it was as if you closed your eyes and once they opened, you were there, walking up to the desk hoping to find some answers. Or, even better, that this was some sick joke. "I'm looking for Officer Kerner."

An older man in a uniform walked up to you, a sorrowful look on his face that told you everything you needed to know. "We found your name and number in her phone under emergency contacts. Now, I know this must be a lot to take in, but we need information about the nearest next of kin. Can you supply those?" His voice held a serious tone, he had a job to do.

"Umm... Both of their parents are gone, but I- I think there are some cousins..." God, this isn't actually happening.

Officer Kerner’s tone softened, "Would you like to sit down, ma'am?"

"No..." that’s when it hit you, "Oh God! They have a baby girl, Nicole Bradshaw... she wasn't... was she- was she in-" You couldn't bring yourself to ask the question.

"No. She was in the care of a babysitter. She's okay. We've placed her with CPS for the night."

"CPS...? Child Protective Services?" There was unmistakable confusion in your voice.

"They handle cases like these." When that didn't seem to ease your confusion, he continued. "Orphaned children."

Your hand covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. Your best friend and her husband were gone, and their daughter was God knows where with some family probably scared out of her wits...

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the doors opening behind you. When you turned you were met with the sight of Seresin. You could tell by the look on his face that he knew little about what had happened.

"Seresin..." You walked over to him with open arms, tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn't help but bury your face in his chest. Something was calming about the way he gently stroked your hair.

Seresin was at a loss but felt he needed to be strong for you. He wasn't sure where this feeling was coming from, but he continued to supply your comfort while the officer gave him a similar explanation as to what had occurred.

 After meeting at the police station, the two of you went back to your apartment to make some phone calls to try and figure out what to do next. You had been on the phone for what felt like hours.

Jake walked around your apartment becoming acquainted with your space and making little observations about your life. In the three years since you met, he realizes he's only seen you in the context of gatherings, never really on your own. The more he thought about it, he really didn't know you at all.

You were pacing, practically yelling at the phone, unnerved as to why you couldn't just pick Nic up tonight. When you got off the phone you fell onto the couch, "They know nothing and won't know anything until morning..." You let out a heavy sigh, "Outside of that, their lawyer wants to meet with us at their house to go over their will..."

He walked closer to you, finding himself seated on the arm of the couch next to you. "It's gonna be okay. She’s safe and we’ll know more in the morning." He gave your arm a little squeeze.

A small smile made its way to your face, and you pushed him a little. “You’re being too nice... It's weird…”

Seresin couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your statement. You two were usually bickering and teasing one another constantly but he knew this wasn’t the time. You two had been through too much in the last few hours.

He looked at his watch and then back at you. “You gonna be all right if I head home? I’ll meet you at their house in the morning for the meeting with the lawyer. Hopefully, we can figure out what’s gonna happen.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” You watched as he walked towards your apartment door. Before making his exit, you called out to him, “Thank you Seresin.”

He gave you a nod before making his way out the door.

The next day, neither you nor Seresin had heard anything about Nic. Rather you were both sitting at Nat and Bradley's dining room table talking to their lawyer.

You couldn’t help but note how stereotypical the man looked. Navy suit, round glasses, slicked back salt and pepper hair. Even his voice held a certain air that screamed ‘lawyer.’ If you were being honest, you couldn't even remember the man's name.

He crossed his arms on the table looking at you both. “This is... obviously a rough time for you both and I'm sure you must have questions."

"Yes," you interrupted without a second thought. "What about Nic, what will happen to her?"

"Yes, Nicole. We have already made arrangements for her transfer. The foster family will bring her to CPS. The social worker feels like she will do best adjusting in her own environment. So, she needs to be picked up and brought here." The man shuffled through some of the papers that were strewn across the dining room table.

"Okay." Seresin nodded his head, "Who does that?"

The lawyer looked at you both in surprise, "I'm sorry. Did they not talk to you about their guardianship arrangements...?"

"No." You and Seresin said in unison before looking at each other.

The man rubbed his temples and shook his head a little. "Alright, well. When preparing their will we discussed, in the unlikely event that they should both pass, whom they would like to appoint as Nicole's guardians. They named you. Both of you.

"What?" Your voices once again rang in unison.

"They picked us? Both of us together?" Seresin’s voice was filled with disbelief.

"I know this is probably not how you wanted to start a family."

"There's been a misunderstanding. We are not together or anything.” You tried to wrap your head around what was being said but the pieces weren’t coming together.

“Yeah! They tried to set us up on a blind date years ago and we never even made it to the restaurant," Seresin let out a breathy, nervous laugh.

You rolled your eyes at the reminder of your first encounter with Seresin, “I don't even know if you'd call it a date. He was an absolute dick; he made a booty call right in front of me before we even left for the restaurant.”

"Look," the lawyer interrupted. "I know this is overwhelming. Believe me, I tried to convince them not to go through with it, but they chose you. Now, there are options. Firstly, you can say no. Keep in mind this is a child, not some puppy you got for Christmas that you can take back to the shelter if things don't work out. This is a big commitment."

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." Seresin was spiraling.

You took a deep breath and cleared your throat. "Options. What kind of options?"

"Yes, well there are some cousins. It's possible that one of them would be willing to take guardianship."

Your mind spun with ideas and before you could fully flesh any of them out, you spoke "What if one of us, on our own, chose to honor Nat and Bradley's wishes? Or both of us, hypothetically?"

The lawyer gave you a look that said he hoped your hypothetical was not one you were actually considering based on how he saw the two of you interact. "They named you so it's just a matter of setting up a court hearing to grant you custody, that's about it."

Your mind was spinning, and you couldn't hear a word the man in front of you was saying. Something about finances? Maybe this was a dream and at any moment you would wake up. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as hard as you could, but when you opened them, the same sight sat before you.

The lawyer continued, "But Iet's not get ahead of ourselves. Okay? Let's just focus on Nicole."

"Yes." You nodded.

"Right." Seresin's voice cracked ever so slightly.

"I suggest the two of you move in here in the interim. Again, the social worker thinks Nicole will do best in her own environment.

"You want us to live together?" Disbelief rang through the voice of the man sitting next to you.

The lawyer shook his head a little, "Yes, just for now. Again for Nicole. Until you both decide what you wanna do.

Nat what have you gotten me into...?

You felt like you were going to pass out or throw up. At the rate you were going, both seemed likely.

The two of you walked up to the desk of CPS. Seresin stood next to you. He looked stoic but you could see something in his eyes. Apprehension? Fear? You weren't sure what it was, but it was slowly breaking his strong facade.

You swallowed thickly before speaking. "Hello, we're here to pick up Nicole Carole Bradshaw?"

The woman at the desk nodded before getting up and rifling through some paperwork. You took a shaky breath and Seresin placed a soft hand on the small of your back. You weren't sure what to make of this softer side of Seresin, but your mind didn't allow you to deviate further into those thoughts. You were here for Nic, for Nat, for Bradley...

The woman placed some papers on the counter. "I need both of you to sign here, here, and here." Once signed she directed you to sit in a small waiting area, "She'll be out shortly."

'Shortly' felt like a lifetime, but, in actuality, it was no more the 5 minutes or so. Seresin was the first to lay eyes on her, patting your shoulder, "There she is."

You both practically ran to meet the social worker who carried an exhausted-looking Nic in her arms, "Hi. sweet girl." Nic was placed in your arms. The little girl yawned, tears coming to her eyes. "Oh, honey... " When Nic started to cry, your heart broke. “I know. I know…" you placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Hey pretty girl, look what I got.” Seresin waved her favorite bunny plush in front of her, but it did little to quell the girl's cries.

She reached out for Seresin, small, grabby hands trying to find comfort in the tall man. You quickly took notice, "You want Uncle Sese? Here..." You passed the little girl over and her wails were quelled. He did have a way of calming her quickly. You looked at the sleepy, teary-eyed girl in his arms. She looked so much like Nat and Bradley. You couldn't help the tears that gathered in your own eyes, "Okay. Umm, we should get her home."

By the time you got back to the house, it was after 9. You had tried to put Nic to bed, but once you set her down, she would start crying. So, there you were, sitting on the living room couch bouncing Nic on your leg as she chewed the ears of her stuffed bunny.

Seresin was pacing about the room. At the rate he was going, you thought he might pace a trench into the rug, “They definitely didn't think this through."

Your mind was in another place, "We need to establish a sleep schedule... That's very important." Nat had always talked about sleep schedules when she was pregnant, but you weren't sure if those ever panned out.

"What?" Seresin looked at you in disbelief. How could you be talking about sleep schedules at a time like this?

His tone brought you out of your thoughts, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

He rolled his eyes, "I said they didn't think this through. Did Nat say anything to you? Or Brad?"

"They didn't tell me anything..." You let out a sigh looking down at a still fussy Nic bouncing on your leg.

"I'm sorry, this is not the kind of thing you forget to mention. 'Hey, man! Work’s really been crazy. You see the new Top Gun movie? Oh! And by the way, if I die, I'm gonna leave you with my kid!' Common that's just messed up!"

You couldn’t deny the oddness of them telling you nothing, but you felt a need to defend your friends, "I-I mean Nat was a planner. She always needed to have a plan and I guess we are part of that plan."

"You wanna walk me through this plan? Are we supposed to Iive in this house together, both sleep-deprived and taking care of a child? Sounds like a compelling psych experiment. Assuming you and I can even afford to pay for this place."

"The lawyer said the mortgage is covered..."

Seresin took no time interrupting you, "Yeah, the mortgage is the least of our worries. What about the upkeep? The utilities, the taxes? You have any idea the monthly on a place like this? Brad was a junior partner. I don't make that kind of cash! And what do you do? Listen to people bitch for a living.

You couldn’t help be offended at his assumption of your work, "I'm a partner psychologist at a private practice. I do pretty well...  And I don't listen to people bitch, I help people with real problems."

"Yeah? WeII, raising a child is not the same as listening to adults bitch about their feelings."

"I didn't say it was!"

Seresin threw his arms in the air, "Kids are messy, they bite, they pee on everything. They're basically dogs, except I don't have to worry about a dog Iicking a goddamn electrical socket." Seresin’s hands moved dramatically as he explained himself. "Oh, and pray tell, how does Nic fit in with you meeting a guy, getting married, and having a kid of your own? Have you thought about that? I mean you're cute but a woman with a baby is gonna have a hard time competing for the few guys who don't suck."

You looked up in disbelief, "And what do you know about dating? I'm sure the closest you get to a ‘date’ is your bedroom after picking some girl up at the bar!"

"I know that in the dating world, you wouldn't be considered single. You would be considered complicated, beyond complicated."

"You don't know anything about me."

Seresin didn't skip a beat, "I know that you can't open a childproof drawer."

You were taken aback slightly, "They can be tricky- that's beside the point! Why are you trying so hard to convince me not to help her?"

"I'm thinking about what's best for her."

"No, don't get it twisted. You're thinking about what's best for you!"

"I promise you; she is at the forefront of my mind right now. I'm trying to do what's best for her. And let me tell you, sweetheart, we're not it!"

"They loved Nic more than anything in the entire world. Out of everyone, Seresin, they picked us…" you paused when you noticed Nic starting to squirm in your arms. Her tummy began to make noises and as you pulled her away to get a better look at her, she spit up all over your chest. You tried to take a calming breath looking down at the little girl smiling up at you.

As much as Seresin wanted to laugh, this was the reality of the situation. "Do you honestly think we're what's best for her?" He handed you a towel and grabbed Nic, holding her close to his chest.

《 part 3 》

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[bupsafr3ak]

Satisqueer

Satisqueer (or problaqueer) is a queer posture that focuses mainly on receiving people rejected by the community, not only LGBTQIAPN+ or MOGAI, but many others, this includes the paraphilic community, subs(edtwt, sh etc) among others. Our idea is to question social constructions and discuss whether everything that is considered wrong by the majority is, in fact, wrong as they say. More satisfied people should analyze reality in a material and not moral way and, in this way, have their own conclusions about the world and its functioning, position themselves before the rules and expectations that have been imposed on us.

Satisqueer also uses a lot of empathy trying to understand how others feel and support them and offer support to improve, in relation to how bad or problematic it seems to be, we welcome many fragile people who are often excluded and left aside by their disorders and coping mechanisms.

This queer posture may or may not be involved in speeches, whatever the reason, they have no obligation to discuss with whoever they judge that the discussion is not worth it.

Pro:

Controversial identities (gaygirl, lesboy, hetero-gay).

Alterhuman, otherkin(foodkin, objectkin, kin in real people).

Paraphilias, parafilic disorders and fetishes (taboo or not).

Endo, transplural and created system.

ANY type of hetero and Cisdissidence (including mono mspec, multiorientação, cistrans, iso...).

Non-monogamy.

Relationships between lesbians and men or gays and women.

Aldernics and extreme body modifications.

Paraphilias, paraphylic disorders and fetishes (tabu or not).

Pro-contacts of CONSENSUALS parafilias.

Sh, suicide and eating/mental disorders as artistic performance (may include assisted suicide).

Mad pride and anti-assylum movement

Autonomy on your own body (including abortion).

Consensual cannibalism.

Self-diagnosis / self-identification and any type of systems.

Destigmatization of mechanisms of unhealthy copings such as the romanticization of traumas.

Toxic, obsessive, abusive consensual and/or mutual relationships.

Proship and pro fiction / anti censorship.

Furry and other harmless communities.

Communism and anarchism.

ACAB (1312).

Feminism.

Legalization of all drugs.

Blm and other movements of racialized people

Sex workers.

Xenogenders, stetigenders, lexics, allions, vior, perspeque...

Xenosexualities and parasexualities.

RCTA

Transpara (transid in general).

Transition to trace.

Transautistics use identification badge/transable use wheelchair/crutch (things that match their disability).

Identify with things for fun (even though they are harmful).

Ed/shtwt among other subs.

MIF (minors in fetichism).

Incest (consang or not).

Radshifters.

Mahou shoujo irl.

Radqueer.

Sexual education/ children know their own body.

Loli, shota, kodo and nanacon.

Ageplay, petplay, rapeplay etc

CNC

Autopara (autopedo, autozoo, etc)

Fictosexuality

MUDs

Lie to the psychiatrist/psychologist or professional who is consulting you about your symptoms to get a diagnosis or for your own benefit

Not having a specific age to diagnose disorders (such as ASPD, borderline, DID or other disorders that "can only be diagnosed at 18 years old")

Neutral:

MUDs

MAP (just if the minor is 14+).

Claim and resignification of insults and offensive terms.

Transition to transharmful

Symbol of the puzzle to represent autistic people.

Imoqueer.

Inclus.

anti:

zoo contact.

Necro contact.

pedo contact.

Contact of any paraphilia that is done in a non-consesual way.

CP/CSEM/CSAM.

LSDqueer, basedqueer, kandiqueer, xenosatanism and similar.

Anti-therian

Bullying and harassment.

Conservatives, rightists, especially Nazis, fascists and capitalists.

Transmed

Sysmed

Cis/heteronormatividade against LGBTQIAPN+ people (ex: invalidating a trans boy for dressing in a “feminine” way and wearing makeup)

Radfem, radgay, genitalists, transphobics, exorsexists, binarists...

Misogyny, misandria and femism (not feminism) and similars.

Religious intolerant

Identification emoji idea:

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CURIOSITY: where did the idea of the name Satisqueer and problaqueer come from?

“Satis” comes from Latin, and means “quite” - who chose this name was lilico - and "probla" its from "problematic", indicating that we include a lot of communities, regardless of how problematic or bad they are (no matter how ‘shat’ it is). We fight mainly against cis/heteronormativity, transmed, capitalists and moralistic people.

No one is better than anyone else and has no wrong way to express themselves, identify or deal with their problems, I believe we should claim this label with pride, embrace the unusual and inconvenient ways of dealing with things as part of our identity and struggle.

Creator of the term: meee :3 (with the help of @transidiotloli )

[memescomicswriting]

It's Nice to Have a Friend

Chapter 1: I Got Waisted Like All My Potential

Summary: Fate is cruel on how it goes about obtaining its desires. It must be fate, because there is no other explanation for how perfectly molded Y/N and Helaena are to one another. They complement one another like opposite sides of a coin. Where Helaena is shy, Y/N is outgoing. Helaena has a photographic memory. Y/N has emotional inteligence. They have the right temperament to be the missing piece in one another’s lives. Ying and Yang. Then there are the boys. Love them or hate them, they’re there. Even the adults cannot escape the Targaryen chaos, and the fallout doesn’t spare the minors simply because they’re adolescents. Follow how Y/N and those around her carve out lives for themselves amongst the weight of the Targaryen legacy in a modern Westeros.

Word Count 3.3k

Pairings: Aegon x Y/N, Aemond xY/N, hints of Jace x Y/N, Platonic! Helaena x Y/N, Father Figure! Harwin x Y/N, Mother Figure! Rhaneyra x Y/N, Mother Figure! Alicent x Y/N

Warnings: 18+ you’ve been warned

Lots of profanity, sexual innuendos, drug and alcohol use, boys being stupid jerks, infidelity, divorce, eventual smut

A/N: Chapters drop on Thursdays. Please, please, please, please share your thoughts. I wanna hear them. I don't bite, promise!

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Thinking back on her adolescence, Y/N divided it into two parts: the quiet time and the time she never had a moment alone. The first ten years of her life were spent as a privileged vagabond. She learned how to read airport terminal maps before she mastered her multiplication tables. It was a unique childhood, but she knew what it meant to be loved and understood that she was cared for. 

Her mother was of Valyrian descent, old money, the old country. Her father’s family accumulated wealth as members of the merchant class. They weren’t nuevo riche as their status elevated  almost two centuries prior, yet nothing could compare to the ancient sway of Old Valeryian wealth. Though the empire came and went, those who could trace their ancestry back to the old lords were in the stratosphere of high society.

Her parents met as most wealthy couples do, through mutual friends. They attended the same college and shared a similar spark. Neither enjoyed the formalities of the elite. They preferred the country to the city, gardening to garden parties, but their lifestyle could never be described as rustic. Oh how the rich love to play pretend poor. Through her mother’s side, she inherited vast real estate holdings across the globe. Through her father, she inherited large shares in corporations the family had a hand in founding. Not to mention a comfortable lump sum in the bank. Yes, she was an heiress and for the large part of her minority she never fully grasped that.

Harwin did the best he could. When you agree to be the godfather of your best friend’s kid, you don’t expect to take on the role as it originally meant. He went from a semi bachelor to a girl dad and an orphan within a few hours. The fire marshal could never say with certainty what caused the Harrenhal Estate fire. His brother Larys escaped by being out for the night. Harwin escaped because he had caught Y/N up and out of bed. Back then he was just the fun uncle. He was the gentle giant that would flip her in the air and sneak her sweats. If he hadn’t woken up to her rustling and escorted her to the kitchens in the opposite wing, then they would have perished as well. Harwin tried to go back for his Father and Y/N’s parents, but when the flames reached the bar and all that old barrel booze there was no chance. Floors were caving in and beams falling.

When the CPS officer asked who Y/N’s next of kin were, the answer was Harwin. It was the summer holiday before her first year of middle school. She was left with her belongings from her parent’s penthouse and the guest room at Harwin’s apartment. It wasn’t an easy transition in the least. Y/N didn’t know what sedentary meant. She hadn’t stayed in one location longer than six months. Harwin, though very paternal, didn’t know how to parent a child 24/7. So he went to the one person who did, Rhaenyra.

Y/N had met Rhaenyra several times throughout her prior life. She’d introduced Y/N’s parents and Harwin. Y/N even joined in the family fun of one or two holiday seasons. Her reintroduction to Rhaenyra and her family marked the end of the quiet times. Going from the luxuries of an only child to one of eight adjacent children was an adjustment for sure. She never knew what it meant to share toys and games, to have someone walk into your space at any given moment on a whim, or not have everyone’s full attention by merely being present. Later, she’d come to appreciate how it forced personal growth on her. In the moment, she reacted by being a bit of a brat.

Over time she became accustomed to common space, sharing the spotlight, the fights, always making extra snacks, and the freedom that sedentary life brought. She could bike all over, something she hadn’t done before. Those whom she met the day prior she could continue to see for months, years on end. She learned what it meant to be amongst peers and the wondrous secrets of sisterhood. It certainly made high school bearable.

Another night, another summer party Helaena didn’t want to attend. That was fine with Y/N. She hated seeing Helaena uncomfortable and Helaena’s absence didn’t mean she’d be alone. She had many friends, many more acquaintances. She wasn’t the kind of popular person that climbed their way up the social ladder by having the right clothes, posting the right things, or the viciousness to pull others beneath her. No, she just was. She was kind and good humored. It didn’t hurt that she had Valyrian money and beauty.

Helaena didn’t want to go. If she brought Jace and Rhaenyra or Harwin suspected anything, he’d cave into their questioning. Aemond wasn’t an avid party goer. And Aegon, Aegon was grounded, again. His mother had been harsher on him as of late. The stress of her failing marriage manifested in a need to tightly control her kids- despite her eldest going into college, two in high school, and the youngest in middle school. Better caught by Alicent who’d never assumed Y/N was up to no good than another episode of awkward parenting by Rhaenyra.

The party was across the lake from the patriarch Targaryen residence. It wasn’t a secret that the children of the elite enjoyed a party now and again in the woods that made estate borders indistinguishable. So long as they weren’t too loud or too rambunctious, no one went looking for them. However, someone, probably a Baratheon or Florent, didn’t realize that you couldn’t replace your parent’s two-hundred dollar bottle of imported vodka with water. It would freeze. So this go around, some estate security guards were dispatched to break up the party. After all, calling law enforcement could mean a charge of underage drinking. Either way, the partiers saw flashlights and scrammed in every direction like cockroaches when you turn on overhead lights.

The path to Y/N’s house took her right past the guards. The scenic route was too far and it was too late. She was also tipsy. Who’s residence happened to be a shoreline walk away? Conveniently, her best friend’s. She’d snuck into the Targaryen house countless times. She practically lived there throughout Rhaenyra and Laenor’s divorce. Rhaenyra’s half siblings were just as guilty for sneaking into her house. Early on an agreement was made. Only one household could be in turmoil at a time. The kids needed some place to escape.

So there she was, Y/N, once again using a column to climb to the roof of the porch. From the porch roof she could reach a lower balcony. Sometimes, she could sneak in that route. If it was a calm night and everyone was where she expected them to be, she could enter into the second floor den and sneak up the stairs to Helaena’s room. This wasn’t one of those nights. Light peered through the door blinds. Either Alicent or Viserys was up nursing a drink after yet another fight. Y/N had to quickly and quietly dart across that balcony to reach another. A great thing about being rich and owning gated property; you needn’t worry about how someone could scale your house and break in.

On the balcony roof, in one direction was Helaena’s room. In the other, Aegon’s. Normally, Y/N had no problem making it to her destination, However, tonight she had been drinking and her balance was off. The thought that she shouldn’t be climbing roofs had crossed her mind, but in her state, the cost benefit analysis seemed reasonable. Her foot shifted under a loose shingle and slipped down to catch on a gutter rail. She froze, eyes wide, wondering if the noise was loud enough to arouse suspicion. After all, a means of entrance was also a means of escape. That was more of Alicent’s priority. Quickly, at the realization that the music stopped, Y/N reached out an arm and hoisted herself up to the nearest window. It was unlocked, thank the gods, and she scurried in before the balcony doors could open.

She wasn’t exactly graceful. She was in a rush and intoxicated. She came tumbling into the room like a child at their first gymnastics lesson. She snorted laughter at her grand entrance. Her head threw back as her laughter grew. She’d definitely bruise, but that was a problem for later. Her laughter came to a sudden end when she was admonishingly hissed at.

“What the hells are you doing?” Aegon exclaimed as much as he could in a whisper. He was in bed, under the covers shirtless. His hair was in a wild state and his eyes were rimmed like he had just seen a ghost or had a heart attack. Y/N began giggling at the sight and situation. “My mother’s going to kill me thinking I’m trying to sneak out while grounded!”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N reassured while wiping tears of laughter. “There was music downstairs so it was probably Viserys. Alicent’s probably on the other end of the building sulking in her room.”

Aegon ran his hands down his face stretching his skin. “They’re fighting again.”

“I know.” She confirmed with a hum. There she was on the ground, legs out in front of her, back against the wall. She was a sight to behold in only her sandals and a barely covering bathing suit cover. A fantasy that definitely came across Aegon’s teenage male mind. No matter how much she got under his skin. Maybe because of it.

“Well go on then. You’ve gotten in, now get out.” He waved to the door.

Y/N tilted her head and examined him as he was. A Cheshire cat's smile beamed across her face. Under the covers, no shirt, hands sneaking back under the fabric. As if reading her mind, Aegon began to protest. “No, Y/n I swear to the gods!”

Too late. Y/N had hopped onto the bed like a predator would its prey. “Whatcha doing there, Aegon.” She hummed out with emphasis on his name. She tried to snatch the covers, but he beat her to it. Trying to catch the other compromised. A long running pastime for the pair.

“Praying.” He deadpanned.

“Bullshit.”

“Trying to sleep.”

“Nah, try again.”

“Would you just take your dumbass out of here?” He was getting pissy. She liked him pissy. If she wasn’t making him pissy then he was making her pissy.

She grinned that feline grin once more as she shook her head.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” He sounded exasperated by her presence.

“Nuh uh.” She shook her head fervently.

“Yeah huh.” He retorted.

“Fine,” She blew out an exhale. “I may have had a drink or two out by the lake.”

“The party Dane junior organized?”

“The very one you sadly missed.”

“That’s such bullshit.” He crossed his arms with a disagreeable pout. “I get grounded for taking the car out on a midnight snack run. Meanwhile, Harwin and Rhaenyra probably think you’re off in bed. Even if they catch you missing they’ll just assume you’re with Helaena.”

“Sucks to suck.” She said with a teasing shrug.

“Fuck you.” He scoffed back.

“That’s probably what you were just dreaming of.” There began another laugh of giggles.

“I fucking hate you.” He grumbled, very annoyed.

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. “Hate to love me. Love to hate me. Now come on.” With that, a bag of gummies magically appeared from between her breasts. How she hid them, he did not know but for sure wanted to find out.

“Get dressed and eat an edible with me.” She offered up the bag.

“How in the seven hells did a devil like you end up best friends with my Septa of a sister?” His gaze was wildly aggressive.

“Fine, fine. I’ll turn around and give you privacy.” She mocked.

Aegon took the opportunity and slipped his joggers back on. He knew if he protested she’d only retaliate and he’d be fighting her off.

“And your sister isn’t a Septa. She’s just not interested in being a whore like you. If you’d been there I’d be the only female you haven’t defiled in one form or another.”

He scooted up to the end of the bed next to her. “Huh, you’d be so lucky.” He plucked a gummy out of the bag and tossed it into his mouth. She might annoy him, but he wasn’t going to pass up free drugs.

“Where’d you get these anyway?”

“The Martell’s just got back from Lys.” She hummed.

“Of course they did. So I should’ve taken half.”

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.” With a shrug, she took one herself.

There they laid. Two semi-delinquent teenagers entertained by the ceiling fan. Aegon’s head was laying on Y/N’s stomach while she played with his hair. It was comforting. No one was this gentle with him anymore. His mother stopped long ago. Helaena was never interested in physical contact, even that of familiar or platonic. Aegon never stayed around long enough for one of his many hook ups to be tender. He’d get a hug from his older sister every now and again, but it was more of one of those pat on the back half hugs. No, it was only on rare occasions when he and Y/N were getting along. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close. She’d run her delicate fingers over his scalp and trace patterns on his chest and cheek.

They’d stay like that for hours; until they heard someone approaching or one needed to sneak off into a respectable bedroom. There was a rarely spoken of companionship between them. Each made to grow up before they were ready. Smacked by the world. Both had ruined a marriage.

They had been silent for quite a while. Aegon was fiddling with the fingers of her free hand. A crease formed between his brows in curiosity. “Why didn’t you bring Jace or Aemond?”

Y/N tutted with humor. It was a common question between the two. If not Helaena, why not trust someone else? “Jace can’t have any fun without getting caught or ratting on himself. And Aemond wouldn’t have gone.”

Aegon turned his head to give her that questioning look. “Oh yes he would’ve.”

“Aemond? Our Aemond? Who only tolerates the majority of our peers and turns back into a pumpkin after midnight? We must not be thinking of the same Aemond.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“But I’m not wrong.”

“You are. I know you are because I know he has a crush on you. Everyone knows he has a thing for you. He and Jace both. You’re just the only one in denial about it. Well, and them.” He shrugs against her.

She lifted her head to glare at him. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, if you wanted to, you could have two guys waiting on your every whim.”

“Not my fantasy.” Rather than continue to go back and forth about the validity of his claim, she shot down any thought that she’d want it. That was enough for Aegon to drop it.

They fell back into comfortable silence. It was peaceful. For a moment the world stopped spinning and they were the only two conscious of it. They shared similar weights.

“Are you sure these are fresh? They don’t feel that strong.” Aegon broke the silence again. Though Y/N was normally the chatty one, when they were high or drunk they switched roles.

“Mhm.” She nodded. “Higher CBD to THC ratio. It’s what they had on hand.”

“Oh.” He breathed out, understanding the state they were in. “Who are you going to get high with when I’m gone for college come September?”

He extended his neck to watch her response. Selfishly, he wanted her to say no one because no one could fill his place in these moments. He wanted to be the only one in the whole wide world that she’d be this soft and vulnerable with. He knew that wasn’t true. She annoyed him. She got under his skin and could drive him mad. But he wanted these tender moments to be as sacred to her as they were to him.

“Helaena doesn’t mind edibles.” She answered simply. As if it were nothing. “And Jace is fine so long as he’s away from his mom until he’s sober again.”

Aegon propped himself up and over her. He frowned.

“What?” And this time, her innocence was truthful.

He tilted his head and his frown grew deeper. Y/N sighed. “Do you want me to stockpile all the edibles for when you get back? Is that it?”

Aegon shook his head and kept the frown. Y/N continued. “You won’t be gone that long. The school isn’t that far away and there’s like a dozen holidays in fall semester. Spring has the family trip and summer is right after. You’ll be back. Besides, Helaena and I will probably follow you there next year anyway. We’ll have endless time to take edibles and drool into covers.” She chuckled as it wasn’t as important to her.

He wants to fight her on it. He so desperately wants to make her say this is something special between the two of them. He rolls his eyes and lets it go. He sinks back down onto her stomach and nuzzles into the soft flesh there. “You’re going to be so bored without me.”

Y/N lets out an amused puff of air. “Bored. At peace. Same thing I guess. Hey, maybe Helaena and I will finally have tea without you stealing our cakes.”

A pang of jealousy struck a nerve in Aegon. “You, Helaena, and your tea. I’m surprised any boy is interested in you when you act like an old, married, lesbian couple.” 

He continued in a mocking tone. “Oh Helaena love, you look so beautiful in this light. Helaena, you’re so smart. You’re the smartest person I know. Helaena, I’d do anything for you. I’m surprised someone hasn’t walked in on the two of you scissoring.”

Y/N gave him a shove at that. It didn’t move him much. “You’re gross.”

“And you and my sister are gay for eachother.”

“Helaena doesn’t like girls.” She mumbled. “She doesn’t even like guys like that.”

Confusion flashed across Aegon’s face before it was replaced with stark realization. “No way she doesn’t like anyone. Asexuality is just an excuse you claim when you can’t get laid.”

Y/N went to shove him again but he caught her hands. Aegon was fully invested now. “One, you’re an ass. And two, don’t go around tormenting her with it or I will castrate you and you’ll be a nosexual. Besides, I don’t even think she knows yet. And there’d be no coming back from being the jerk that spoils that for her.”

“I’m an ass.” He clarifies. “Not an asshole.”

“Better be.” Y/N gives him one last threatening look.

Needing to switch topics away from his sister’s sexuality, regretting that he even brought it up as a joke, he asks. “Are you going to spend the night here?”

“I don’t know. Can you keep your hands to yourself?” Before he can make a snide remark, she looked at the clock. “It’s three in the morning. I’d have to be out before the others start to wake at seven.”

Aegon hums in agreement. “Set an alarm.”

It’s an unspoken arrangement. From all the years they spent fighting, wrestling over one insult or another, they became comfortable with being in close proximity to one another. It was almost nostalgic. Like the shared touch brought back fleeting ease; like they were twelve and thirteen and the biggest worry was who could make the other eat dirt first.

They shifted back to the top of the bed. Y/N got under the covers as she was cold. Aegon chased her touch. There they resided, limbs tangled in one another like they were lovers.

And as soon as they found peace the alarm rang.

Next Chapter

[quitealotofsodapop]

Tangzi, when he and Pigsy adopt MK, know exactly what he's doing in the tiger au. He knows this is someone just like his uncle/big brother Wukong and he looks forward to the day Wukong returns to claim him as a student and also because Wukong been isolating himself for way too long ever since sealing uncle DBK in a depressive episode. It's why he tells MK so many Monkey King stories (also be ause he legit thinks his uncle is the coolest ever)

Prev.

Tangzi (or just "Tang" to his friends) recognises what the "weird muddy kid" in Pigsy's restaurant actually is the moment he sees the little guy.

Him and Pigsy (one of Bajie's many many grandkids), have been dear friends for as long as they could remember. Although Pigsy is farther removed from the lore of Journey to the West than Tang is, he accepts that "weird nonsense" will happen to him at some point or other in his life.

He calmly (as much as he can without shaking with excitement) explains to his dear Piggy that the "human toddler" is in fact; a very rare baby stone monkey demon with a glamour spell on it. Pigsy is confused, but rolls with it since it's an already odd situation - he just wants to make sure that the little guy is safe.

Over the course of the chaotic reports to CPS and checking police records for any missing kids, a pair of childhood friends slowly begin to realise not only feelings for one another, but also that little MK (short for "mystery kid" as Pigsy called him at first)/Xiaotian needs a home that will understand his unique situation...

A call is made to Tang's mother to inform him of the situation...

Tang, astral projecting: "Hi mom!" Tripitaka, meditating with Guanyin: "Oh! Tangzi! It's been some time since you've made contact. How is the outside world?" Tang, obviously nervous: "FINE! Uh... I mean... something happened at Pigsy's place. Nothing bad. Just uh... let me just get him. It's easier to explain." (*pops out of focus to get something*) Tripitaka, tired sigh: "Merciful Buddha. I've told you, that boy gets himself into all sorts of trouble. He's nearly as bad as his-" Tang: (*holds up a baby monkey demon so they appear in the projection*) Tang, awkward smile: "TA-DA!" (*Nearly a full minute of silence ensues as both Tripitaka and Guanyin watch the baby monkey demon clinging to Tang's fur*) Tripitaka, stunned: "...what?" Tang, getting pawed at by the baby: "So uh-! This little guy was found wandering outside the restaurant - in a human glamour by the way - and he is definitely a... special case I would say!" Tripitaka. trying to regain composure: "Although uncommon in this day and age, street children still tragically do occur. This child should be turned over to the authorities, and if luck provided; a next of kin. I trust that you've made the appropriate calls." Tang, nervously tugs at scarf: "Yeaaaah, about that... me and Pigsy have decided to keep him." Tripitaka: "What!? You're but a young man yourself! To take on the responsibility of a child is no light commitment!" Tang: "Trust me. He made it an easy decision." Baby Monkey: (*reaches out towards the two Bodhisattvas*) Guanyin, realising: "He can see us." Tripitaka, waves to the baby: "Hmm? Well, that is nice. Hello dear. but it doesn't explain why my youngest child has- wait." (*Tang slowly lifts a tuff of hair on the baby monkeys' forehead, revealing glowing golden eyes amidst a familiar-shaped face marking*) Tang: "He's... like eldest brother Wukong." Tripitaka, squeaks: "What?" Wukong: (*phases in with his own projection. A delighted cheeky grin on his face.*) Wukong: "Yup! He's a genuine Stone-Egg-born Monkey! I checked on him and around the island, and it looks like the little guy popped right out of a fragment of my old rock! How he got to the city, I'll never know. Probably sneezed so hard that he launched himself across the sea and into a different form!" Tang: "And now he's going to be part of the family! Me and Pigsy have been sorting out the legal stuff. Say hi Xiaotian!" Baby Monkey: (*happy burbling baby sounds!*) Tripitaka: "...OOOoooooohh!" (*dramatically faints*) Tang: "Oops... is he ok auntie?" Guanyin, catching Tripitaka as he fell: "All is calm, Tangzi. Your mother is merely overwhelmed by the prospect of being a grandparent to a Celestial Stone Monkey." Wukong, laughing: "I'm more shocked that it's his first grandchild!"

Sun Wukong had been the first person Tang contacted, obviously. Wukong had panicked and flipped - turning the island upside down to try and figure out how the baby monkey happened.

But the cheeky monkey didn't want to pass up on seeing his master's/adoptive father's reaction to learning about the new baby in the family. >:3

He can't wait to see the look on the Brotherhood's faces when they learn. It'd be a good reason to finally reunite the old gang after the fallout of DBK's imprisonment.

[wc-confessions]

Yo. This is going to be a long rant since I am currently reading Tallstar’s revenge. I really hate Sandgorse. And I kind of hate Palebird, but mostly Sandgorse. (Cw; Abuse) I put the warning since Sandgorse is clearly abusive, though people tend to overlook that. So I’ll be explaining a little bit about what he’s done to Tallpaw. When it comes to the abuse toms in the series, people tend to often ignore or just downright deny that. (Ex: Crookedstar ironically enough and I’m not talking about on Rainflower’s end. Goosefeather, Tigerclaw (To be clear from Mapleshade and Pinestar. Pinestar is neglectful while Mapleshade groomed him). So I will argue with you if you disagree that “Sandgorse isn’t abusive"; he is. He’s a god-awful father. If CPS was a thing in this universe, I’d call them on him. 

Early on in reading Tallstars Revenge I liked Sandgorse for his passion for digging and because he seemed like a super caring father at first. But as the story progressed, he just started pissing me off. I hate how he cares more for damn tunnels than he does for Tallpaw’s own well-being and what he wants. I hate how he tried to force Tallpaw to do something he didn’t want and then cold-shouldered him for rightfully being terrified. As I got to chapter 14, it’s clear he’s just plain emotionally abusive, and overall, he's an emotionally absent father from Tallpaw. He doesn’t care about Tallpaw’s feelings and often dismisses how visibly uncomfortable he was. 

He insulted his son and brushed off his concerns when the tunnels flooded. I liked him and genuinely thought he was interesting since nobody ever elaborated on why he was "bad,” but Jesus. Nobody ever said he was outright abusive. Like Tallpaw himself says, “But what I want didn’t seem important.” That is how terrible Sandgorse is. That is how his Abuse affects tallpaw. All throughout chapter 13 of the SE, he constantly thought about becoming a tunnel just to please Sandgorse. It’s so fucking obvious that Sandgorse is a shitty and abusive parent. But then again, abuse in the Warriors universe is often overlooked because of how poorly written and portrayed it is and because, in general, not many readers are educated on the different types of abuse and factors involved. That or either they just deny it even exists. I feel so bad for Tallpaw. Even after how Sandgorse treated him, he still loved his father enough to run away from home just to avenge him. Sandgorse is such an ass. And he should’ve even been grateful at all that he had a tallpaw considering his other kit finchkit died. And I love Sparrow (so far, let’s hope he’s still an angel). I love how he pushed Tallpaw to care about what he wanted instead of trying to make Sandgorse happy. I love that he encouraged Tallpaw to follow his own path instead of letting him think that his feelings and what he wanted didn’t matter.

 Ew and the dirty looks Sandgorse kept giving Tallpaw Chapter 14; Page 250; (digital copy)

“Tallpaw snapped his head up and tried to catch Sandgorse’s eye. Before he pushed his way through the heather, his father shot him a look that stabbed Tallpaw’s heart.”

Someone, please help this poor child. Even Dawnstripe (who is his mentor if you haven’t read the SE’s or haven't read Tallstar's yet) could see how shitty he treated Tallpaw.

“Dawnstripe brushed softly against Tallpaw. “Why don’t you run to the first marker?” she suggested. “It might wake you up a bit.” Tallpaw heard sympathy in her mew. She saw how Sandgorse looked at me.”

“Why can’t I have normal kin who care about my training and who are proud of me?”

The fact that he feels so unloved by his parents is genuinely tragic to me. He’s one of the cats in the series that deserves better than anyone. Along with Bumble,Turtle Tail, etc. There’s probably some others, but I have bad memory, so I can’t list them all. This poor cat is continually plagued with grief and feelings of failure, feeling like everything is his fault. It was heartbreaking to see that he thought Palebird would hate him because he felt it was his fault her friend Brackenwing died. Even Sandgorse believed that he’d killed Brackenwing. Though Palebird imo is just as shit about believing it too, I won’t just shit on him for that.

And Sandgorse is such an ass for shit-talking his own son to Sparrow: “A flood scared one of the apprentices, so yeah, it’s all his fault that we can’t tunnel, and I hate him.” And then, in the next chapter, he just dies. And Tallpaw risked his life to save his abuser.  I cannot stress enough how much he deserves better than what he got. He risked his life; he was fully ready to throw away everything just to save his father. He didn’t care how badly he’d treated him; he still loved him. And Hareflight pisses me off. He saw how Shrewpaw kept bullying and picking on Tallpaw and didn’t do anything to stop him, but as soon as Tallpaw beat Shrew's ass, he wanted to act like Tallpaw was in the wrong. In fact, I wouldn't even call it bullying at that point because it's gone so much farther than that. 

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[mr-walkingrainbow]

TORALEI ANGST LORE DROP???

TORALEIS FINALLY IN FUCKING THERAPY WAHOOOOOO!

NOOOOO ITS FAMILY THERAPY MEANING SHE HAS TO SEE HER FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF AN ABUSIVE ASS MOTHER. IT ALSO PROBABLY MEANS SHES GETTING RETRAUMATIZED NEARLY EVERY FUCKING TIME

COME ON CLAWDEEN WHY ARENT YOU LOVING YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?!

THE REFORM CENTER FOR BEASTIE BADDIES?!! THE FUCK DID THEY JUST COMBINE JAIL. A MENTAL HOSPITAL. ALCOHOL ANONYMOUS AND CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES ALL INTO ONE ?!

ALSO? CATARINAS ALIVE? THATS UH? Not bad I guess? This is literally the first confirmation we’ve gotten that she survived the finale. So uh. That’s good I guess. Somewhat. HAHA ALOWS ME TO TORTURE TORALEI MORE IN FANFICS HAHAHAHAHAH!

I’m literally in love with this so fucking much. But really. Come on. The society could do better. Get toralei in individualized therapy. Catarina should be in rehab WAY longer then she’s been before they even initiate such type of conjoined therapy. Operating under basic guidelines. They can allow supervised visits between mother and daughter but they shouldn’t be in something like therapy till the mom’s somewhat proven/served time that allows them to see she’s headed on the right path. Not to mention they’d BOTH be in individualized therapy as well. It wouldn’t just be family therapy like this. Also. I love that Toralei got to stay at the Wolfs house. But??? What the fuck was CPS thinking? They’d never put a child with a random family who has no foster care license when she has ALIVE AND WELCOMING NEXT OF KIN. Toralei literally could have stayed with the weretwins and her aunt/Uncle. Like??? The cousins ADORE her! (Too a concerning agree. Don’t get me wrong I love their relationship. But Persephones treating dissapointing toralei like it’s life or death. I could somewhat understand that panic for a parent. But it’s somewhat unhealthy for a cousin. Although it’s not completely odd. I know I’d be destroyed if I ever dissapointed my older cousin who I look up too. I feel like it’s somewhat like that?)

Anywho. I LOVE how supportive Meowlody and Pursephony are with toralei and family therapy. They don’t judge her. And they don’t judge their aunt. Just tell her to say hi for them. They offer unwavering support and with how much Toraleis currently getting I’d say it’s dearly needed.

also. Not related but I LOVE Meowlody having adhd. I have adhd and I connected with her SO FUCKING MUCH in this episode. Jsut in this clip. Her volume control and excitement about the ‘wrong things’ just is so relatable. Her being confident but also somewhat not confident about a list of tasks. Practically begging her sister to realize she really did listen but it’s so hard to remember and things get confused and to show that we DO have good memory! We just see it in different ways! God. Amazing. My only thing is I wish she would have audibly confirmed it. Like we know they had Twyla verbally say she’s autistic. Why couldn’t they do that for adhd? It’s odd but I’ve never actually seen it verbally stated in tv before.

anywho uh- I’m gonna be writing so much fucking toralei angst so yall should be on the lookout!

AND YO THAT OPERETTA GENERATION ONE REFERENCE WAS UNHINGED I LOVE IT

And yo was that a hint of FUCKING YARN SALT AKA MEOWLODY X BARKIMEDES I SAW???

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Academy you're a treasure. I believe this is an attempt to demonstrate the Calm-Calm fruit before the big break in. Like we thought, this is shaping up into a New World saga parody and I only hope the high chance of Kiku taking Kin's place ends up being anywhere near as fun as these bits with Cora. We continue to focus on this group tailing Doflamingo at the Shady Businessmen's Ball, ending on the gang gracefully descending from the air vents to stop Doffy from...killing a guy as a sick initiation? It's wild to see modern guns in One Piece:

Izo still has his flintlocks which is even more of an A E S T H E T I C honestly. Well, those and his super soakers. I feel like we should never allow the Akazaya to have squirt or Nerf guns as a rule. Definitely not Oden and definitely not Toki. You have to imagine they'd put the "fight" in snowball fight too. Oh yeah, the chapter. The other intriguing thing was this:

Duh, of course the shady figures are the underworld brokers. The chapter plays into this too, remember they're trying to stop a younger Doflamingo from cementing this role. Which is a legitimately interesting AU. It's also cool to me we don't see a notable pair here. The two favorites of the group who've had the biggest role. Stussy & Morgans. I mean, Stussy being a student in a future CP-Student Council story is sensible. We'll probably have some kind of Egghead spinoff after this. Does Morgans run the school paper? That's one of those elements that has a lot more potential in this universe. Like, do a classic sidestory about rumors in the news. Doesn't have to connect as much.

[sergeantsporks]

Witch Switch!

Philip doesn't have his own bedroom in his and Caleb's apartment?

If that's the case, then I'm surprised that Manny allows Philip to stay with Caleb, and has done so for years at that. CPS is kind of anal about children having their own rooms in my experiences with them. I mean, they aren't inflexible - But an adult and a child sharing a room is a BIG no no!

Geez, especially if Evelyn is staying the night with Caleb on occasion... That just adds another adult to the room.

It would be different if Philip was, like, a literal infant, but he's a teenage boy.

Caleb actually sleeps on the couch and just stores his stuff in Phillip's room, so it's chill 👍(He has different sleeping hours than Phillip anyway, don't worry about it)

ANYWAY, because Caleb and Phillip have always been a package deal, they've always shared a room, so it didn't really set off any alarm bells that this continued once Caleb turned 18. This whole situation is... weird... because it's not really a foster situation, Caleb is a "next of kin" who took in his orphaned relative, but it's also perpetually on trial and Manny is perpetually checking in basically until Phillip turns 18 or until he thinks Caleb is no longer experiencing The Struggle. A lot of rules get bent for those two, mostly because, despite the bumps, Phillip really is better off with Caleb. In no small part because Phillip would be absolute hell if they tried to give him to anyone else and would probably jump straight on the depression train.

THAT BEING SAID, Evelyn never stays the night. When Caleb first broached the topic of having a girlfriend with Manny due to Phillip's uhhhh reluctance to the idea, it was laid out in no uncertain terms that Evelyn doesn't stay the night. There's not the space, and, like you said, Phillip's a teenager, not an infant. Not happening. She and Caleb are rarely ever even at the apartment together for more than a couple minutes-- usually if Evelyn's there at all, it's because she's picking up Caleb, or watching Phillip because Caleb's gone.

[loiswasadevil]

I mean this in the LEAST mean way possible, but i think its kinda wierd that you think all South Park kins/enjoyers are CP watchers.

Family Guy has made tons of jokes on incest, pedophilia and did a whole M!preg segment on a literal baby so I find it kind of ironic.

Persosnally, I have a preference for SP due to the commentary and I tend to find the characters relatable (especially Stan !) and i guess i just didn't appreciate how you reduced most of the audience to smth gross like that.

Ok I don't think that all south park watchers are CP watchers I never said that. I know they make jokes about that on both shows And im sorry for whatever I implied But I was just angry because South park Kin is so much more normalized than Family Guy kin and i'm sorry. We are all adult animation Fans at our core.

[orangesunsets12]

Keep Him Safe Chapter 1 (Spider-Man & Daredevil fanfic)

Next Chapter (Chapter 2) // MCU Masterlist

Summary:

Peter Parker's world flips upside down when Miles Morales loses his mother, and Peter is declared as Miles' new guardian.

But when a scientist challenges Peter's ability to be a father, Peter enlists the help of Matt Murdock to dispute it.

Because it isn't just about a custody battle. Winning or losing could be the difference between Miles' life or death.

And Peter is going to do everything he can to keep Miles safe.

Rated Teen and Up. Minor Character Death. Word count: 4674

Spider-Man and Daredevil Crossover

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It was nearly midnight when Peter got the call. 

He was swinging through New York, keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble, any cry for help. He had plans to meet up with Daredevil later for pizza, but as soon as he saw the unknown number on his phone, something told him that he wouldn’t be able to. 

Was it his Spider-senses? He didn’t know. He just had a bad feeling. 

Landing on a roof, he pulled his mask just above his nose, answering the phone and pressing it to his ear.

“Hello, Peter Parker speaking.”

“Peter Parker? Sorry to call you so late.” It was a woman’s voice, soft, friendly, and professional. “I’m Vivian, I work at Child and Family Services. I’m calling on behalf of Miles Morales.”

Peter’s heart dropped into his stomach, his hands shaking briefly. 

“What? What happened?”

Miles came from a good family. His father was one of the best cops that Peter had the pleasure of knowing before Officer Davis was murdered, and Miles’ mother was one of the sweetest women on the planet. She would protect Miles from anything she could. Then, why was Child and Family Services calling? What happened?

“His mother, Rio Morales, was recently reported dead in Sweden. We were assigned to Miles’ case as soon as we heard. Do you have a moment to talk?”

Dead? Rio? Peter’s head swam, and he crouched down, focusing on the cold wind on the lower half of his face, the way his breath slowly entered his lungs. 

Miles had mentioned that she was going on a trip to Sweden, a vacation. Miles was going to be home alone for a few days during it. Was he home alone when the police, or CPS, or someone came to his door and told him his mother was dead? 

“Mr. Parker?”

“Yes! Yes, I can talk, sorry, the news is just a bit of a shock.” His voice was wavering, that he knew, but he couldn’t hang up. He needed to hear this. He needed to be strong for Miles. 

“I can imagine, I’m so sorry for your loss. Currently, Miles is staying with a family friend, but we would like to speak to you in person. You were listed as the next of kin in Rio’s will.”

The breath was stolen from his lungs, and Peter was left stranded, the words feeling like a bullet in his skull, drilling, drilling, drilling, shocking him down to his core. 

Him? To take care of Miles?

Peter Parker wasn’t a father. He was only 24. He never thought that he was good with kids, he was barely even good at interacting with people his own age. He couldn’t take care of Miles, he would never be capable of it. He was Miles’ mentor, and friend. Not a father. Not even a father figure. 

His mind wandered back to one of his own father figures, his bold attitude, his kindness when it mattered. He saw his picture plastered on the walls of New York, complete with a yellow and red helmet, sometimes those sunglasses that everyone could recognise . Peter had told himself long ago that he would never be Iron Man to the world, he could never be. He knew now that he couldn’t even be Tony Stark to a young hero now, a kid who needed someone to take care of them. He couldn’t be Tony Stark for Miles, not like Mr Stark was for Peter. He couldn’t.

“We’re at the office in downtown New York, if you could get here as soon as possible, Mr. Parker.” The woman, Vivian, finished, and soon Peter was left listening to a droning sound, signifying that the call was over. 

His hands formed fists, frustrated that Miles had lost both of his parents, that Rio had trusted Peter to do a good job taking care of her amazing son, that the world was so cruel to take yet another good person away from them. 

He wanted to throw his phone to the roof beneath him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to find Miles and give him the biggest hug that he could. He wanted to…he wanted…

But he couldn’t. He had to talk to these people. He had to get things sorted out. 

Taking one more deep breath, Peter put his phone back into the hidden pocket, shot his web, and swung towards downtown. 

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The office was bathed with a cold white light when he walked in, Spidey suit in his backpack, the receptionist clicking away at the desk, her eyes displaying sorrow. Peter guessed that it was the nature of her job that brought that. 

“Hey, my name is Peter Parker. I’m here on behalf of Miles Morales?” He told her, and she looked up, biting her lips with worry. 

After she confirmed his identity with his drivers license, one that he never used, she let him sign a visitor log before guiding him to Vivian. 

“Down the hall, to your left. There’s someone else in there though, a legal representative.”

“A legal rep?”

Peter hadn’t called his lawyer, well, not for this. He had only called Matt Murdock to let him know that he wouldn’t make it for pizza tonight. He wouldn’t put it past Matt to know what was happening, but he would always, always, talk to Peter before representing him legally. 

“Yes. The two men in there aren’t yours?”

“I…I don’t think so. Thank you.”

Peter gave her a nod before heading to the office, hearing loud voices speaking through the door. Without knocking, he opened it, silencing the conversation on the inside. He didn’t even think of listening to what they were saying, his mind was too wired, his heart too full of emotion to focus on dialing his senses. 

Inside, there were two men standing stiffly, both of whom he didn’t recognise, wearing expensive suits. A woman was sitting at a desk, the nameplate reading Vivian Smith.

“Peter Parker.” She greeted with a nod. “Please, come in.”

Peter made his way inside, yet refused politely to sit down. His spider senses were buzzing in the back of his mind, warning him of some threat, and he didn’t have to wonder where it was coming from for long. 

The two men looked nothing but professional. Stern, serious, and posed a threat to Peter in some way. He was sure to keep himself focused, aware of any movement the men might make. 

“These are the legal representatives of Clarence Fisher, a man who’s contesting the will of Rio Morales.”

“What?” Peter said, resisting forming his hands into fists. Someone was contesting the will? Why? What did this have to do with Peter? 

He hadn’t heard of Clarence Fisher, but who was he to have a right to contest Rio’s will? Why were they here? What did that guy want?

“Mr. Parker.” One of the ment said, stepping forward. “Mr. Fisher has expressed an interest in Miles’ education, Mr. Fisher is one of the sponsors of Brooklyn Visions Academy, the school Miles goes to. He’s seen how exemplary Miles has been in his studies. He believes it best for Miles’ future to be in his own care, not one of a young man who doesn’t have a steady income, like yourself.”

Before Peter could even begin to understand the meaning of the words, Vivian spoke up. 

“They believe that Rio Morales wasn’t in the right mental capacity when writing the will. This version was written right after the death of their husband, and Mr. Fishers’ legal team believes that she would not have given you the guardianship of Miles if she had been in her right mind.”

“Wait. Wait. Are you saying that your employer wants to adopt Miles?” Peter asked, rage and confusion burning in his chest. “Why? Just because he’s smart? And you don’t think I’m fit to take care of him?”

There was a nagging voice in his mind telling him that he wasn’t. But he ignored it, for now. 

“Mrs. Morales wasn’t in her right mind when she made that decision.” The other man said, and Peter shook his head. 

“No. Look, you won’t be taking Miles. I’m taking him.”

He wasn’t ready to be a father, he couldn’t help Miles, he wasn’t capable of taking care of a fifteen year old kid, but Peter would rather die than let Miles be taken by a random man who only liked him for his smarts. 

“Mr. Parker, you’re incapable of being an appropriate guardian.”

He was incapable, Peter would admit that. But he would learn. He would get help. He would do what he could to keep Miles safe. And, right now, Peter adopting him was the safest option. He knew that for certain.

His spider-senses wouldn’t dull, they only got stronger. These people were dangerous. They would hurt Miles.

“You can’t take him. You’re not written in the will, and Miles doesn’t know Mr. Fisher. You have no legal ground for this.” Peter argued, trying to remember all he could about the legal system. “Even if I’m not declared a fit guardian, he would be put in the foster system.”

“I can assure you that my employer will easily convince the court of how his position is a viable option, as he can take care of Miles and give him the life he deserves. The judge will have no opposition to Mr. Fisher adopting Miles.”

Peter let out a harsh laugh. “I won’t let you do this.”

“I suggest that you get a lawyer then, Mr. Parker.” The man to the left said with a frown, “Mr. Fisher won’t give up on this so easily.”

“Then I’ll see you in court.”

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It was about 3:30 in the morning when Peter made it to the home Miles was staying in. Exhaustion clung to Peter’s bones, making every step a battle, yet Peter pushed through it. He needed to see Miles. He needed to make sure that he was okay. 

He knew how Miles must be feeling right now. After Peter lost Aunt May, he felt lost, and  so, so alone. He didn’t want Miles to feel the same way for another second. 

He knocked on the door, and didn’t even have to wait a minute before it opened, casting a warm light onto his face. 

“Oh! You must be Peter! Vivian called and told us that you were coming!”

The woman in front of him was older, with wisps of white hair among the black strands, her kind face smiling sadly at him. He could instantly see why the Morales family was friends with her. The woman made him feel protected, loved, and he had just met her. 

“Hi. Could I see Miles?”

“Oh course! He’s in the basement, he prefers to be alone right now, as expected, the poor boy, but he’ll be happy to see you. Come in, come in! Are you hungry?”

Peter stepped into the door, shaking his head, despite the fact that he was starving. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. But, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything now, anyways.  

“No, thank you.”

“Let me know if either of you need anything, okay, dear?”

“I will.”

Peter went down the stairway right by the door, partially surprised to hear nothing but slow breathing from the lower room. Miles always had music playing, usually pop and hip-hop with rap, music that he had been trying to get Peter to listen to for months. Yet now, no music was heard. It was a true testament to how much Miles was truly hurting. 

And there the kid was, sitting on the couch, frozen where he sat. His phone was discarded on the seat next to him, silent. Miles didn’t even acknowledge that Peter was there, despite the fact that he no doubt heard him. 

“Hey, Miles.” Peter said softly, and that’s when Miles looked up. 

When Peter had made his way around the couch, he could see tears in Miles’ eyes. His face crumbled as soon as his eyes met Peter’s, and Peter didn’t hesitate to wrap him in a hug, letting Miles’ wrap his arms around him with a strength that only Spider-Men possessed. 

He began sobbing, his body trembling with emotion, and Peter didn’t shush him, instead running his hands over his back, tucking his head into Peter’s shoulder. 

“I’m here, Miles, I’m here.” He muttered. Miles bawled at that, and Peter didn’t care. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here. I’m always here, Miles.”

So he held him, held the kid as the world was no doubt crumbling around him. He wanted to be an anchor for him, despite the storm that threatened to drown him, despite how Miles probably felt so alone. 

“I’m here. I’m here.” 

Peter could feel his own throat close up, tears burning at the back of his own eyes, thinking of the death, the loss, the pain that was too familiar to him, and he tucked his chin into Miles’ hair, unwilling to let go, but unwilling to break. He could feel Miles’ tears on his shirt, but he didn’t care. He never would. 

“She’s gone, Pete! She’s dead!” Miles’ voice broke as he screamed, “I couldn’t save her! I couldn’tー”

“She would never blame you, Miles.” A few tears escaped Peter’s own eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, and his own body shook with a suppressed sob. “She would never blame you.”

Miles didn’t let go, and Peter didn’t either, rocking the younger boy back and forth, trying to give comfort. Peter knew what it felt like to hurt. He knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. And, he knew sometimes all someone could do was be there. So, he would. He would fight to keep Miles safe, and to be there for every high, and every low. 

Especially the lows. 

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Matt Murdock had just gotten up to get more coffee when he heard a familiar heartbeat enter the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. It was fast, yet strong, pulsing with a purpose, slightly nervous. His only question was if this was Peter Parker walking into his office, or Spider-Man. 

He hoped that the young man didn’t feel bad about canceling pizza the night before, things always came up, and they could always reschedule. But he knew Peter. He knew that Peter always blamed himself for things that were very well out of his control, even something as small as missing dinner. Yet, something told Matt that this visit was more than just an unneeded apology. 

He tilted his head, listening to what Peter would say to Karen, and waited to make an appearance until he knew if Spider-Man was in the office, or just Peter. 

“Hi! Welcome in, how can I help?” Karen greeted cheerily, and Matt could hear the smile on her face. There was the shifting of clothing, and Peter stepped forward. 

“Hi. I’m Peter Parker. I’m friends with Matt. I was wondering if I could maybe talk to him?”

“That’s great, he’s just in his office. Matt!!”

At her call, Matt walked out of the office, acting as if he didn’t know that Peter was there. He knew that everyone in this office knew that he was Daredevil, but he still needed to keep up appearances. The last thing he wanted was to out Peter’s own secret identity. 

As soon as he opened the door, he smiled, heading towards Peter. The young man held himself tall, yet something seemed tight in his posture, something unnerving. Peter was scared. 

“Matt, how are you? It’s Peter. Parker. ” Peter said casually, but MKatt could hear a slight bit of awkwardness. Matt held out his hand, shaking Peter’s hand when it met him in the middle. 

“It’s good to hear your voice, Peter. And I’m doing well, thank you. I see you’ve met Karen, and my partner, Foggy, is just in the office.”

Peter nodded, and Matt noticed that he was holding something in his left hand…a bag? No, a briefcase.

“What can I help you with? I imagine this isn’t a social call.”

All of their social calls took place on top of New York roofs, in red costumes. If Peter was here, he was looking for Matt Murdock, not Daredevil. 

“Yeah, it’s not. I’m looking for a bit of legal advice.”

Matt gestured to the conference room, asked Karen to grab Foggy, and led Peter there, his cane tapping the floor gently as he did so. Peter kept his breathing even, but Matt could tell that it was strained, and put his hand on Peter’s back as he guided him. 

He knew that Peter held a lot of weight on his shoulders, not just as Spider-Man but as the young adult who had lost nearly everyone close to him. He hoped that, whatever was going on, Matt could help. Peter deserved more than to suffer. 

“Are you alright, Pete?”

Peter swallowed. “I’m…I’ve been better. Thanks.”

Peter had sat down when Foggy and Karen entered the room, Karen carrying her notebook, while Foggy came in with his own. 

“Foggy, meet Peter, a friend of mine.” Matt said, and he could tell that the two men shook hands. 

“Matthew Murdock has another friend? Who would’ve thought!” Foggy said, causing Peter to laugh, and Matt wondered if the stress Peter carried was evident even for them.

“How can we help you, Peter?”

Matt wanted to cut to the chase. He knew that Peter was worried, and the less Peter suffered, the better.

“Um…I…” Peter sighed, running his hands through his hair. “There’s this kid I’ve been mentoring, named Miles. He’s fifteen, and we’re really close. His mom just died.”

Karen let out a soft noise of pity, and Matt could hear that Foggy had begun to write something down. 

Matt knew about Miles, he had met the kid a few times as Daredevil. Miles was quick to reveal his identity, trusting Matt easily, and he shared his own name, too. Hearing that he had lost both parents made Matt’s heart ache. No one deserved that. No one. 

Miles was a good kid. Kind, loyal, eager to do good. He hated knowing that that kid was hurting. 

“His father passed away about two years ago.” Peter continued, “He doesn’t have any other family in New York, and his mom, in her will, stated that I would be Miles’ guardian. But, when I went to work things out, I found out that the will is being challenged.”

“Challenged? Like, someone is contesting the will?” Foggy asked, and Peter nodded. 

“They think that his mom wasn’t in her right mind when she wrote it, because she was grieving her husband, and they want their employer to be Miles’ guardian. Not me.”

Karen sighed. “They can’t just contest a will because they want Miles for themself! A will is binding, and I’m sure that she was in her right mind when it was written!”

“Yet, for some reason this employer has decided to.” Matt said, his mind spinning. He had to come up with a reason why the will was being contested. Why did they want Miles? Or, why did they not want Peter to take him in?

Peter Parker fought to keep his identity a secret. And Mysterio just narrowly failed in revealing Spider-Man’s identity, the footage to his final video being cut at the last minute, Peter was being careful who he invited into his fold. Very few villains knew that he was Spider-Man, so it wasn’t likely that whoever this employer is would know that Peter Parker is someone more than he lets on. So, this wasn’t about Peter being Spider-Man. It couldn’t be. 

Then why was Peter being denied being Miles' guardian? He was fit to be a parent, Matt knew it. He was kind, yet stern when the situation called for it. He was a gentle teacher, much more forgiving than Stick ever was. Matt could tell that Miles flourished under Peter’s guidance, and was on his way to becoming one of the finest heroes that New York has ever witnessed. 

“Look, Peter…”Foggy began, his words trailing off. 

“Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Parker. How old are you? I’m not saying this isn’t right, but taking care of a kid is a lot of responsibility. Maybe this isn’t worth fighting.”

Matt listened to Foggy’s observation, tapping the table gently with his fingers. Foggy was both right and wrong. Peter would be under a lot of pressure, but Peter cared for Miles. He would be willing to take the kid under his wing, to face that responsibility, no matter how hard it was. 

Pete always sang Miles’ praises, not only as Miles’ abilities as another Spider-Man, but as a kid who loved people with a pure heart, who loved art and music and wouldn’t stop helping people. Peter would no doubt be honored to be his guardian. 

Peter spoke up, his tone gentle. “I know. And I’m 24. Despite that, I’m…I’m willing to take care of him. I want him to be safe. The men said that their employer was pleased with Miles’ intellect, I’m worried that that’s all he cares for. I don’t feel comfortable sending Miles to someone like that. I would rather keep an eye on him myself. He’s like a brother to me.”

“You think that they’re going to take advantage of him?” Matt asked, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat, not from a lie, but fear. 

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I don’t want them to use him for…I don’t know. Whatever they want him for.”

Matt heard Karen pull out a laptop, and she began typing. 

“What’s the employer's name, Peter? Did you catch it?”

“Umm. Clarence Fisher, I think.”

Another few taps could be heard, and Karen let out a sigh.

“Karen?” Matt asked. This was where he was lost. He couldn’t read a screen, despite all of his enhanced senses. 

“This guy’s rich. Very rich. He’s the founder of a lot of labs around the city, specializing in biological studies. He’s written a few scientific papers, too.”

“But, why would he want a kid who’s smart?” Foggy asked. “To work at one of the labs?”

The question was met with silence, and Matt took the moment to think. Miles was a genius, sure, but there had to be another motive, as there were plenty of smart kids in New York. Why would someone want Miles specifically?

Perhaps it was innocent. Perhaps this man just wanted a son. 

But Matt didn’t think so. 

“Matt…” Peter said hesitantly, and Matt tilted his head up. 

“Peter?”

“What if Fisher knows? About…everything.”

The thought stuck Matt like a bolt of lightning. A man who had biology labs, who wanted a kid who had the powers of a spider. It made sense, too much sense. Having a child like that could lead to many scientific breakthroughs, some that wouldn’t be found for generations without it. But, would Fisher know that Miles was Spider-Man?

“What? That he knows what?” Foggy asked, but Matt couldn’t reply. Not without giving away Miles’, and Peter’s, identity. “Peter? Matt?”

Peter then spoke up. “I…” 

He clamped his mouth shut, no doubt scared that he would reveal something that he shouldn’t. Thankfully, Matt knew where he was going with it. Their countless days of working together allowed them to predict each other's ideas and thoughts, something that Matt was grateful for. 

“They know I'm Daredevil, Peter, you can trust them.”

“Wait, Matt, he knows?” Karen asked, sounding shocked, and Peter nodded. 

“I do. I’m...” His voice wavered, and Matt didn’t need to wonder why. It was a big responsibility, and a big worry, as whoever knew his identity could be in danger.

Matt could sense Foggy and Karen lean forward. 

“It’s dangerous if you know.” Peter said softly.

“We’re friends with Daredevil.” Foggy said seriously, almost comically, “We can handle it.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I’m Spider-Man. And Miles is my protégé.”

The whole room was quiet, well, as quiet as it could be for Matt. He could hear Foggy and Karen’s heartbeats speed up, with Peter’s beating steadily, unwavering. 

“Miles has told me that I can tell people I trust with this, so please don’t tell anyone else.” Peter asked, yet Matt knew that Peter trusted him, and thus trusted his friends. 

“I…I promise.” Foggy quickly said. “But how? You’re so young!”

Peter sighed. “It’s a long story. But what if Fisher wants Miles for his powers? What if he knows that he’s…different?”

“They could study him. Torture him.” Karen said weakly, raising her hand to her face, and with that said Matt knew that the full gravity of the situation fell upon the room. 

His friends were smart. Peter was smart. They all knew how dangerous this could really be. How badly Miles could get hurt. 

The kid was only fifteen. He didn’t deserve anything like that. He deserved to be happy. 

Matt’s jaw clenched as he thought about it. He could let another kid, another good kid, be robbed of his youth because he wanted to help. Wanted to be better. Wanted to defy the expectations laid on him. 

Matt’s own youth was robbed. Peter’s was robbed. He couldn’t let Miles lose his. Not to a man that might want to study him, cut him open, torture him to figure out how Spider-Man came to be.  

Foggy sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I thought that this was a simple case. Matt, why do you have to be friends with the people with crazy lives?”

Matt managed a small smile. “You’re one of my friends too, Foggy. Careful what you say.”

“Look,” Peter said, speaking up softly. “I know that this isn’t your regular legal case. You guys defend the innocent, not take care of child custody disagreements. But I need Miles to be safe. I need…I want to be his guardian. Is there anyone you can recommend? If Fisher wants him for his powers, I can’t…I can’t lose this case. I can’t let him be hurt.”

Anyone could hear the desperation in his voice, and Matt’s heart broke for him. Peter couldn’t lose this case. He couldn’t lose Miles. 

Their bond was something that Matt himself was shocked to see. Even though Peter had only known him for a few years, they were like brothers. If Peter loses that, after he lost his aunt to the Green Goblin, and his two best friends due to a disagreement that Matt himself didn’t know about yet, he couldn’t imagine the pain Peter would feel. Miles was one of the few people in Peter’s life that was still there. Matt didn’t want to think about how much Peter would suffer if Miles was taken away. 

“What do you think, Matt?” Foggy asked, no doubt sharing a glance with Karen. “I want to take this. I feel like we have to.”

“Peter.” Matt said, tilted his head towards him. “Give us everything you have related to this. Documents, character references, everything. We’ll help you out. I have no doubt that we’ll be able to convince the court and judge that you should be his guardian. But, if this Clarence Fisher is as smart as we think he is, we’ll need to put up a good fight.”

Peter nodded, lifting the briefcase he brought in onto the table. 

“Thank you, Matt. All of you.”

“Don’t thank us yet, Peter. But it’s the least that we can do.”

With those words said, the four of them began pouring over everything Peter brought, from the formal contest of the will, a copy of the will itself, Peter’s own documents and income statements. As they studied, Matt couldn’t help but hope that they would win this, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. 

If they lost this case…no. He wouldn’t think like that. They wouldn’t lose. They couldn’t. 

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[ Mutuals ] Stuff I would like to be tagged: Images of moving food/any sound effects of chewing/eating, Object show/Spooky month mentions, Politics, Things that include CPS and The police, Mentions of homo/trans/xenophobia, Anything about trump (Even if it’s a repost of a meme drawing), Bandwagons or Trends, Giant text of repeating words in caps, Repeating words over and over again, Guilt-tripping reblog bait (stuff like “IF YOU DONT REBLOG THIS YOUR GOING TO FAIL!!! REBLOG NOW!!), Bright photos or images

What is my tag?: #Tag-For-Keith

My sign off?: 💻👁️‍🗨️ or -Host

What do I look like to myself?:

Keith kogane!! I look like it in headspace, and feel extremely euphoric staring at any photo of him as it reminds me of myself :)