#golf club kiddos

[marvelfanfics1]

rafe x toddler!sister reader who is desperate to be a big girl so bad but forgets she still is really little and she’s out with rafe and his friends when they’re babysitting and has an accident because she doesn’t want to ask to go to the bathroom but she’s so embarrassed and sad that they’ve all seen her but rafe is all cute and takes care of her

Big Girl In His Eyes

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: reader has an accident, Rafe being soft, comfort, fluff, mentions of pull-ups

Rafe has been tasked with babysitting you, again. He has planned to go golf with Topper and Kelce for a while now and he wouldn't cancel again. So he simply decided to take you with him today.

He's holding you securely on his hip, the bag with his clubs slung over his shoulder and holding your smaller one in his hand as he walks towards his friends who are already waiting by a cart.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Topper asks crouching down the second Rafe lets you down, catching you in his arms when you run into them.

"Well, little miss here couldn't decide between wearing her glitter shoes or her blinking ones." Rafe sighs, placing both your bags in the cart.

"You just don't get it, Rafe. Right, kiddo?" Topper defends you and you giggle, nodding your head.

"Yea, chu no get it!" You stick your tongue out and Rafe raises an eyebrow.

"Watch it."

Some time into their golf session you quickly get bored as expected from a toddler with a short attention span, luckily your brother is prepared, at least he hopes he is as he grabs your hello kitty bag that Rose handed him before he left Tannyhill with you.

He rummages through the bag and sighs in relief when he finds some crayons and a Bluey coloring book, handing them to you he picks you up and sets you down at the ground of the cart so you could use the seat as a table.

"Just call me if you need something, a'ight? I'm right over there." He points to where Topper and Kelce are standing.

You nod, already engrossed in coloring.

After a while you start to squirm uncomfortably in your sitting position, the pressure in your bladder gets worse each passing minute. You whine, turning your head in Rafe's direction and see him getting into position to do his shot.

No. You're a big girl. You can hold it.

Rafe has just finished his turn and glances to where he left you, momentarily panicking when he doesn't see you but you suddenly tuck at his shirt and he sighs in relief, looking down to meet your gaze.

He furrows his brows in concern as he realizes that you're crying, quickly squatting down to be at eye level with you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks softly, his gloved hand reaching up to wipe at your cheeks.

You could only sniffle in response, your face heating up in embarrassment and not being able to look into his eyes and tell him what just happened.

Rafe gives you a once over until his eyes catch the visible stain on your white shorts. With a frown he instantly tries to calm you down. "It's okay, we'll get you changed real quick, yeah? C'mon."

"B-But the others gonna know..." You mumble, stepping closer to hide your face in his polo shirt.

"What, the guys? They didn't even notice anything." He says a little louder so Topper and Kelce get the hint when he pulls you back so you can see that they're not paying attention.

"The sun looks very sunny today." Kelce says shielding his eyes as he looks up at the sky and Topper does the same.

"Yeah, crazy." He agrees, their backs turned to you and Rafe.

"See, everything's okay." Your brother assures you, standing back up again he takes your hand in his, making his way over to the cart to grab your bag before walking towards the nearest bathroom.

He quickly gets to work, getting you out of your soiled clothes he cleans you up, grabbing a pull-up out of your bag he notices the way you pout at the sight of it.

"Look, I know you don't like them but it's nothing bad. You're still a big girl even while wearing those." He explains all the while changing you.

"Remember when we were on the mainland in that horror house attraction on some funfair? Sarah and Wheezie were screaming while you kept laughing." He chuckles at the memory.

You smile a little, rubbing your nose with your palm. "Was fun..."

"See, you're still a big girl and if anyone tells you otherwise just come to me and I'll take care of it, okay?" He says as he gets you in a pair of clean leggings. "There, all clean again."

"Love you, Rafey..." You smile at him, wrapping your short arms around his neck.

"I love you too, kid...let's get you something to eat, bet you must be hungry." He detaches himself from you, gathering your stuff and putting them back in your bag before he picks you up.

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For Rafe:

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[brahmsthirdracket]

Hello! I recently came across your hughes brothers fics and binge read most of them last night :). Would you be open to writing anything about the time Luke said quinn ripped jack’s braces out of his mouth? (If you’re not taking requests feel free to ignore this!!!)

Luke never feels like eating much before cross-country. He likes it fine - he likes it more than fine actually, at least compared to Jack and Quinn, because it’s one of the few things he’s better at than them - but the thought of slogging it through the mud straight after breakfast makes his stomach roll.

He swirls his spoon around his bowl of cereal instead, trying to corral his Cheerios into a pleasing formation. He’s got a kind of Great Lakes thing going on but he’s eaten Lake Superior and it’s doesn’t really make sense for the milk to be the land and - 

“Time to go, kiddos!”

He swallows Lakes Erie, Michigan, Huron and Ontario, and the surrounding landmass with a grimace, and shuffles into the hall. Jack and Quinn are already sitting on the stairs wearing matching fleecy headbands and looking miserable. 

“It’s cold,” Jack whines. 

“Run faster then,” their mom says, rummaging through her purse. “You’ll soon warm up.” She looks real pretty today, Luke thinks. Like maybe she did her hair extra nice or something. He pulls his headband on and sits on the bottom step, cheek resting on Quinn’s knee, to wait. 

“Jim!” she bellows. “Hurry up! I’m already running late!” 

“For what?” Their dad’s head appears through the basement door, followed by his golf clubs and then the rest of him. “Where are you going?”

“Where are you going?”

“The PTA fall fundraiser,” says his mom, at the same time his dad says, “Golf.” 

“It’s on the calendar,” they both say at the same time. 

“Well, you’ll have to reschedule,” says his mom in that voice that means no arguing. “Boys have a meet in Sunnybrook.” 

“But -” splutters his dad. “I can’t reschedule. I put it on the calendar, like you told me to.” He lowers his voice, pleading. “El, it’s with the guys.”

“It’s okay mom,” says Quinn, standing up to lean over the bannister and pat her shoulder consolingly. “We’ll miss cross-country this one time.” 

“Let me see this,” she growls, and they all trot into the kitchen after her to peer at her Wildflowers of Texas calendar. 

Fall Fundraiser shift 9-12 is written in today’s box in his mom’s neat handwriting, and below that: 

Q, J & L Prep 2 XC 9am (don’t forget headbands!!)

Someone’s drawn a skull next to cross-country, almost- but-not-quite obscuring a tiny and unmistakable golf printed right at the bottom. 

“See?” says his dad, jabbing a finger at it. 

“Well, just go after the race and take the boys with you,” she says, already fishing out her car keys. 

“But - tee time is at nine! Ellen!” 

“It’d better be a quick race then, hadn’t it?”

She kisses each of them, pinching Jack’s scowling face and adjusting Quinn’s headband. Luke turns his face into her fleeting pat on the cheek before she’s out the door in a waft of perfume.

“Run fast and don’t fall in the lake!” she calls ominously over her shoulder, just before the door swings shut behind her. 

Their dad waits for her SUV to pull out of the drive and down the road before he flicks the curtain back into place and motions for them all to huddle in. 

“Come here, rink rats.” He tugs them in close, lowers his voice like he’s about to reveal some top-secret play. “And listen up. This is the plan.”

***

The plan turns out to be the ODR, a bag of pucks and a cheery, “I’ll pick you up in a coupla hours!” before Luke’s even out of the car. 

Jack whoops with happiness the minute he hits the ice, spinning and sending the pucks scattering in every direction. Quinn’s right behind him, thwacking puck after puck into the net. 

“Fuck.” Thwack “Cross.” Thwack “Countryyyyy.” Thwack

“Forever,” Jack sing-songs, sweeping one up onto his stick and slinging it through the air. It bounces off the metal with a twang.

“C’mon Lukey,” he calls, scuffling playfully against Quinn. “Don’t pretend you actually like that shit.”

Luke tries to sulk for a bit, taking his time with his laces. His brothers hadn't even laced them up for him, which, rude. But it’s a perfect November morning, as crisp and perfect as a snowglobe before you turn it upside down. They’ve got the whole rink to themselves. It’s been way too long since they did this: no adults, no cones or drills or gear, just the three of them together, playing hockey. 

“Yeah, well some of us can actually outrun old ladies pushing little dogs in strollers,” he chirps, darting out into the middle. 

Quinn and Jack exchange a look. “Get ‘im,” growls Quinn, with a wolfish grin, lurching towards Luke and trying to hook him in with his stick. Luke squeals, twisting away and rocketing as fast as he can up to the other end of the rink, Jack in hot pursuit. They chase him all over, dodging pucks and their abandoned sticks and gloves, until they’re all wheezing with giggles. Quinn eventually manages to get an arm around his neck from behind and pull them both down and Jack belly-flops on top. 

“One day,” Luke pants from the bottom of the dogpile, trying to knee Quinn in the balls so he’ll let him up and getting a facewash for his troubles, “I’m gonna be bigger and faster than both of you.” 

“But until that day,” Quinn replies, finally rolling off and tugging Luke to his feet, “You can get in goal.” 

They play shinny until they’re hot under their sweatshirts and jerseys, hair sticking to their foreheads and breath coming in short pants, and Luke thinks he’s never had so much fun playing hockey, playing anything. It’s hard though, just as gut-churning as a whole weekend tournament or relentless drills in the basement with his dad. Jack and Quinn never give an inch, never care that he’s smaller and younger when it comes to this, and he loves them for it, because when victory comes, he knows he’s earned it. They push each other just as hard, sometimes too hard Luke thinks, watching Jack cuss and elbow Quinn in the gut as they're scrabbling against the boards. Quinn shoves his face back, and the next minute they’re rolling around on the ice in one of their completely shitty fistfights. 

Luke hovers next to them, glancing around and praying no one he knows from school is about to walk past. 

“Stop. Trying. To. Bite.” pants out Quinn. He’s managed to roll over and pin Jack with his weight, and is trying to push his face away. Jack’s a slippery eel though - especially when he’s an eel on ice - and he seems to be trying to lick Quinn to get him off. Which is not a tactic Luke would use himself, honestly, but whatever works he guesses. It must work, because he manages to sink his teeth into Quinn’s forearm and they’re rolling all over the place, gloves and sticks forgotten - thank God. What happens next is a blur of flying arms and legs (and in Jack’s case teeth, the weirdo), but suddenly Jack lets out a shriek of pain - a real one - and Quinn lets go of him like he’s been burned. 

Jack curls up, one hand over his mouth, and whimpers into his knees. 

“Jack? What’s wrong?” Quinn tries to make him look up, pull his hand down. Jack’s eyes are huge with unshed tears. “Jackie?” Quinn asks again, really worried now.

“Um,” says Luke. He squats down next to Jack and picks up the little piece of metal off the ice. Cradling it in his glove, he holds it out to Jack, who gazes at it for a moment and then promptly socks Quinn square in the jaw. 

***

“Someone’s arm better be hanging off,” growls their father when he pulls up to the curb they’re huddled next to and flings the car door open. Luke wordlessly holds out the braces to him. “The fuck is that?” 

“Jack’s braces,” mumbles Quinn, with a guilty glance at the unhappy figure hunched on the other side of the lot. 

“Jack has braces?” Sometimes Luke thinks he could grow a tail and his dad wouldn’t notice unless it affected his play. Last week he had to check Quinn’s date of birth so he could fill out some paperwork.

“He doesn’t anymore, Dad,” Luke pipes up. 

“Jack! Get over here!” he bellows. He takes the braces from Luke’s hand, holding them up for a better view. “These things just click back into place or what?” Jack stomps over, scowling and sniffing. He won’t even look at Quinn, and when Quinn tries to reach out his hand Jack smacks it away viciously. 

“Fuck off.”

Their dad gets a handful of Jack’s jersey and tries to prise his mouth open like he’s a dog that’s eaten something bad. “Oww", whines Jack, trying to twist out of his grip. “You’re hurting me!”

“Open. Up.” Their dad grunts, trying to push the braces back across Jack’s front teeth with one hand, and hold him still with the other. 

“Dad, no! Stop!” Quinn pushes himself between them, trying to protect Jack from being force-fed a mouthful of metal. “You can’t do that! We have to go to the orthodontist.”

“The what?” he pants, temporarily letting go of Jack to turn the metal round, as if the reason he couldn’t fit them back on like Lego was that they were upside down. Jack immediately darts behind Quinn and Luke reaches up to swipe them out of their Dad’s hand. 

“Dad,” he says, more bravely than he feels. “I think you need to call Mom.”

The three of them huddle together on the backseat, trying to stay as quiet and inconspicuous as possible as their dad calls their mom for instruction. Luke finds a packet of half-eaten Reese’s pumpkins, no worse for being frozen and unfrozen a few times and settles in for the long-haul. Jack slumps sideways with his head in Quinn’s lap, playing with the strings of his sweatshirt and allowing Quinn to scratch behind his ear in apology.

She’s ominously silent all the way through the slightly edited version of what happened, not even interrupting to yell at Quinn. 

“So let me get this straight,” she says, after a pause. “You didn’t take your sons to their scheduled sports-activity but instead took yourself to golf and allowed said sons out unsupervised to publicly brawl, causing hundreds of dollars of dental bills?” 

“It was on the calendar! It was on the calendar Ellen!” 

“Well Jim Hughes, all I will say is thank God for Canadian healthcare.”

“They cover braces?” says his dad, perking up. He twists round to waggle his eyebrows at them, all looks like we got away with it.

“Oh no,” she says airily. “I meant for you four, when I’ve finished with you!”

[bunnyrafe]

https://www.tumblr.com/bunnyrafe/758123355740241920/jj-n-honeybee-argue-then-have-sex-rafe-n

saw this and ran to my notes

The headboard repeatedly hits the wall as rafe slams into you. Your mind going places you’d never seen before. Your eyes rolling back. “No baby look at daddy while he fucks you. Are you sorry for the attitude you were giving me kiddo?” He thought you were going to be his perfect girl and become a sputtering mess with tears rolling down your eyes trying to say “no daddy”. But he was shocked when you responded back to him. “Shut up rafe you weren’t responding back to my text or calls and you expect me to sit patiently and wait for you to answer. I can’t fucking stand you sometimes. You’re the worst-“ before you could finish your sentence he slaps you across the face. “Wanna finish what you were gonna say doll?”

A little backstory

rafe had been away and was working allll week. you were lucky if you heard from him while he was gone but luckily today was the day that he came home. part of you wanted to be a good housewife and wait patiently while he was on his way home but the other half of you wanted to act like the most craziest bitch ever because your husband wasn’t responding to you and he was supposed to be home hours ago. You knew that rafe would never cheat on you or do anything to hurt you but for some reason option two took over in seconds. You called rafe at least 20 times. No answer. Sometimes the phone would go straight to voicemail. Your blood boiled at the thought of him ignoring you willingly. You started texting him. The text started off sweet. “Daddy I know you aren’t ignoring me.” “I miss your voice pls call me back!” then went to “Rafe mother fucking Cameron you better answer the fucking phone right now before I take this ring off and leave your ass.” Now that text got his attention. “You’re funny sweetie. You gonna keep this act up when I walk through the door?” Before you could text back you heard his keys jingle and the door flew open. “I-Daddy you’re home!” He walks over to you reaching for your neck and guides you into the bedroom. “Stay mad at me sweetheart.”

( ooouu I need to write one for my beloved jj!!! I’ll be back)

LISTEN… IF THAT WAS ME PERSONALLY, HE WOULD’VE BEEN COMING BACK TO ALL OF HIS SHIT IN THE YARD !!! clothes, golf clubs, paperwork. ALL OF IT IN THE GRASS…

just thinking about slapping him back and finishing your thought— “you’re the worst husband,” you babble out in his face only for him to laugh in your own. you both know you don’t mean that. you’re just being a moody girl ‘cause you haven’t gotten dick in a few days and he pissed you off.

but that doesn’t stop him from being even rougher on you, because the next thing you know you’re flipped on your tummy and three of his fingers are shoved past your pouty lips. holding your mouth open so you drool all over yourself while fucks you stupid from behind, forcing you to make the most embarrassing sounds and mascara heavy tears to run down your heated cheeks. he grumbles something about how you “don’t deserve to even fuckin’ look at him” yet you couldn’t care less... once a brat, always a brat.

[a-french-coconut]

Luke Castellan (Part 1)

She's late.

It's not like her to be late.

Thalia is, in every aspect, a wild spirit but as the lightning striking the earth, she is always on time.

Especially since she took Annabeth with her, and gods know how much she loves the kid.

Luke does too, as much as a fourteen years old boy can love a little girl he sees like his sister.

He loves Thalia too, but it's more... complicated.

Nevertheless, they make Luke happier that he has ever been in his short, and frankly miserable, life.

He can't remember ever feeling truly happy in his childhood.

Not when he had to plaster a false smile for the worried teacher, reassuring her that his mother didn't forget about him, that she would come pick him up any minute now. Every day, without fault, he would quietly wait for her to get distracted and disappear in the city with no one to hold his hand and ask him about his day.

Sometimes, his mother would be sane, clear eyed. She would hug him, laugh with him, tickle him. She even made a birthday cake for him once ! The frosting was messy, too sugary but Luke had absolutely loved it . That is until he blew out his candles and she started screaming about how horrible, terrifying, atrocious the fate awaiting him was.

He never believed her, not even when Hermes didn't deny her claims the night he came back because Thalia needed to heal and it was the only option. He refuses to prove his mother right and nor will Halcyon Green's visions come true.

He'll prove them all wrong.

He is not going to betray anyone, he will not die some terrible way, eaten by a monster or something.

As long as he has Annabeth and Thalia, he'll be happy and the three of them can get through anything.

You'll see, I'm going to make it.

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"Hey loser."

"You're late, very late even."

"Yeah, well." Thalia shrugs, Annabeth jumping from her shoulders, "we made an impromptu stop."

She nudges Annabeth, the little girl nervously hiding her hands behind her.

"Come on Annie, show him."

"Wait, you got me something ?" He asks them, "what's the occasion ?"

"Your birthday !" Annabeth states, "We got you a gift."

"Hum, sorry to disappoint kiddo but today isn't my birthday."

"Don't care, it will be now." She refutes, stomping her foot to close the argument.

He looks at Thalia, rather amused but also confused, only for her to shrug, like she couldn't care less.

"Well, I suppose that September 4th is not a bad birthday date."

Annabeth squeals and hands him what she's been hiding.

It's a ring, a plastic one she probably found in a shady looking store, with best big brother engraved on it.

"We don't have a birthday cake though," Thalia pipes up from where she's standing, looking at them with a fond look, "too hard to steal."

"S'okay, don't need one." He answers, still looking at the cheap ring.

It's the most precious thing he has on him now.

"Thank you Annie," he opens his arms to hug her, laughing when she throw herself in them, "you're the best little sister I will ever have."

They eat what Thalia stole while Annabeth got the ring, some sandwiches and cereal bars, and Luke makes a show about blowing out invisible candles, Annabeth urging him to make a wish.

I wish that we always stay together.

As long as we're together, nothing bad will happen to us.

Thalia with her braveness and strong will, with the lightning bolts dancing in her eyes whenever she's angry and with Aegis.

Annabeth, so young and yet smarter than them, always planning or devising some plan.

And him, keeping them alive by stealing food and drinks, using his powers to find them a house, his golf club doing the job when he needs to.

He watches Thalia shamelessly attacks Annabeth, tickling the little girl and they are both on the ground laughing.

They make him happy, his little sister and Thalia.

Happier than he's ever been.

He'll do anything to keep them by his side.

No matter the costs.

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They're running, have been for far too long.

His legs ache, feeling like giving out at every step.

"Come on, we're almost there !" Grover screams at them, urgently gesturing them to go faster.

Luke can see it, the hill in front of them.

Haven, salvation.

A chance to live, to do more than surviving.

Camp Half-Blood.

A place for all demigods like them to train, to learn of to defend themselves against the monsters trying to kill them.

It's almost there, it's within reach.

His feet slip on the wet ground but Thalia catches him before he can fall and he's running again.

"We aren't going to make it." She whispers and his ear, careful so that Annabeth doesn't hear it.

"We are, Thals, we are. We just need to-"

"GET DOWN !"

Annabeth's scream save the both of them, the tree trunk grazing their head before crashing in the dark forest.

"Get Annabeth, and run."

"And what are you-"

"I'll hold them off until you are up the hill."

"No, Thalia, I won't-"

"Do it for Annabeth, she can't get there by herself." Thalia's voice is firm but Luke can see her hands shaking.

She's afraid, afraid to die.

"Thalia-"

"They're getting closer, we need to go !" Grover yells, taking Luke's arm and tugging him.

"Thalia-" He tries again.

"Go. Take Annabeth and-" She wavers, her voice breaks.

For one second, she isn't the brave daughter of Zeus, ordering him like it is her birthright to do so.

She is Thalia, the girl Luke can't figure out his feelings for but know he can't lose her.

(When he looks back on that moment, he wonders if he could have persuaded her to run with them. But the second passes and he doesn't say anything.)

"Don't look back, don't look back until you are safe."

She grips Aegis, blue electrical eyes flashing in the night before she turns to face the monsters.

"I can't-"

"GO ! NOW !"

He runs, runs despite Annabeth trashing in his arms, begging him to stop, to come back to Thalia.

He runs until he's on the hill, looking at a valley straight out of Ancient Greece.

He runs until his body gives up, until he's throwing up and on the ground.

Thalia needs you, get up

He can see her, holding off the countless creatures attacking her, slowly retreating.

Help her, come on.

He shakily stands, Annabeth still crying next to him but Grover is now the one holding her.

Thalia is almost there, she's on the top of the hill.

A little more and she'll make it.

Below in the valley, demigods are running toward them, their weapons gleaming in the night, a centaur galloping full speed leading them.

Come on Thals, get closer and I can help-

When the cyclops' club hit her leg, sending her on the ground, leaving her at the mercy of all the others monsters, Luke screams.

His yells are entirely drowned in the sound of lighting shaking the sky, a bright flash blinding him for a moment.

When white becomes dark, there's a pine tree projecting a blue barrier all around Camp, preventing the angry herd of monsters from entering.

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He often goes sit besides the tree.

"Hey Thalia, it's been one month since we got here. I miss you."

"Hey Thals, I made some friends, a guy from Apollo named Lee and a girl from Aphrodite, Silena. They're nice but they're not you."

"One year, I can't believe you've gone that long. Annabeth is happy here, she's grown fond of Camp. I did too, I'm Counsellor now. Old one left and didn't come back."

"I'm tired Thalia, so tired. Hermes Cabin is crowded, the gods don't claim their kids. I'm angry, at my dad, at yours, at all of them. What good do they bring ?"

"Got a quest from dear old dad, can you believe it ? First time he contacted me since we arrived two years ago. And it's sucks, the quest has already been done by Heracles and... hum, I'm not sure to come back. It's a hard one, a very hard one. Annie is upset that I didn't chose her but I can't risk to lose her too. You were enough. Anyways, I have to go. I hope I'll see you again."

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The quest in itself is simple.

Get an apple, come back alive.

Only the apple is a golden one from the Hesperides' Garden, guarded by Ladon.

But he comes back, alive.

He comes back with a open bleeding gash on his face, he comes back with ghosts on his shoulders, he comes back with a new hatred against the gods.

But he had no apple to present his father and the quest is deemed failed.

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"Hi again, do you ever get tired of me ?"

She doesn't respond, never does.

"I made it back, with no apple or the demigods I chose to come with me."

He leans against the trunk, trying desperately to feel her.

Luke is sixteen and he knows now that Thalia is more than a sister.

Nothing more than the rough bark meets his head.

"I prayed to him, begged him to save them. Nothing, not one single sign that he was listening."

"We were right to hate them, they don't care about us. We're pawns, their means of amusement when they get bored."

"I'm tired of it."

"Are you too ?"

The tree's branches sway with the wind.

"I'll find a way, don't worry."

As long as they were together, Luke was happy.

As long as he sees her tree, all he can feel is bitterness and fury against the gods who made her like this.

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It begins with whispers.

Incoherent buzzing in his mind while he sleeps, a voice rasping in his ear, murmuring about vengeance and justice.

Who are you ?

He's standing on broken glass, surround by a never ending red horizon.

Oh, little hero, my name is not to be pronounced by your kind.

Show yourself.

I will tolerate your insolence just this once little hero. Do not ever presume to order me again.

How can I respect you if I don't know who you are ?

So cunning, the voice laughs around him, echoing in his dream, just like his father.

I'm nothing like my father !

Oh ? the voice vibrates with amusement, do you wish to take revenge upon him ? Upon the gods who wronged you ?

I want them to respect demigods.

They never will, it is not in their nature.

Then, what ? I let them do whatever they want with us ?

No, little hero, you act.

How ?

Destroy them. Destroy Olympus.

Luke doesn't respond.

I sense doubt, weakness in you. Despite the countless times they prove their incompetence, you still believe in them.

I don't hold any love for the gods. I want to make them pay !

You cannot hide the truth from me, little liar. You are weak willed, tamed. You allows the gods to continue their reign of chaos and utter, unbridled depravity. But I sense your rightful anger, your desire to make a change.

Luke burns in shame and in anger at the voice's disgust for him.

You are wrong. I'll do whatever it takes to topple Olympus.

Then our interests align. Pledge yourself at my service and I shall help you bring justice to your beloved demigods.

Will they follow him ?

Renounce the gods.

Lee ? Silena ? Chris ? Connor and Travis ?

Let them face their mistakes, the consequences of their arrogance.

Do they share his point of view ?

Surely they do. They're like him, abandoned by their godly parent.

Serve me and I will help you in your quest of vengeance.

Annabeth.

Annabeth with her desire to make her mother proud.

Annabeth, his smart little sister, who looks at Chiron and sees a paternal figure.

But she saw Thalia die.

She saw how Hermes abandoned him.

She'll follow him.

And as long as they're together, they'll be fine.

I pledge myself to your service.

In front of him, a small golden piece appear, floating in the air.

Not quite, little hero.

Before his eyes appear a giant tomb, all grey except for the golden flake.

His breath hitches when he sees the gravures illustrating the rock.

A man eating a child, a scythe is his hand.

You're-

Kronos, King of the Titans, and father to the Olympians. Wrongfully killed by my sons, I have been prophesied to come back and raze Olympus.

The voice gets closer, now right in his ear.

And you, little hero, are the key to my awakening.

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Times flies, Luke turns nineteen on September 4th.

He has long stopped celebrating his true birthday.

Annabeth grows anxious to see the mortal world, to get a quest, to prover herself worthy of her mother.

As for Luke, he spends his days recruiting, talking to demigods, trying to decipher their emotion toward the gods.

Lee is happy with Apollo.

Clarisse hates Ares but still fights for his name.

Silena is bitter against Aphrodite, for a reason she won't tell Luke. It's fine, he doesn't need to know as long as she joins him.

Chris, with his elvish features and uncanny knowledge of geography, is a son of Hermes. Yet, he remains unclaimed in his own cabin.

Those are the easier to persuade to join the cause, the unclaimed and the children of minor gods.

Ethan and Alabaster don't have cabins to house them.

Chris and Lila have given up trying to impress their parents a long time ago.

When he comes to them, they all say yes with absolute conviction.

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The Winter Solstice, the only night demigods are invited to Olympus to see their parents and wander through the immortal city.

The only night Luke will accept his heritage as a son of Hermes and steal the Lighting Bolt of Zeus.

The King of the Gods is too busy drinking and flirting with nymphs to notice his weapon's absence.

For the first part of the night at least.

When thunder rumbles but not lighting strikes, Luke just got of Olympus, flying toward California.

He should already have arrived to Mount Tamalpais but he couldn't resist staying a little while, talking to other gods knowing he just robbed their King.

For his hubris, Ares catches him, the god of war almost killing him before Kronos took the matter in his own hands.

When he comes back to Camp that night, he suffers the most terrible nightmares he had since he was a child.

He sees Thalia dying over and over as he stands next to her while she begs him to help, to save her.

Stop this !

Your pride almost doomed us all and you ask no punishment ?

Please, I'll never do that mistake again.

He can't see her die again.

Please Master.

Stop your incessant whining, fool ! Despite your fault, Zeus still thinks Poseidon is the culprit.

But gods can't steal from each other, he'll find someone to blame, a mortal.

Wait and see, it has been set in motion.

What has been, my Lord ?

The Great Prophecy is upon us and she brings with her the downfall on the Olympians.

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Are you sure of your choice, Master ?

Yes, the little hero is most fitting.

Percy Jackson has nothing of a hero.

He's a scrawny 12 years old boy, who just lost his mother and looks utterly out of place.

Until he douses Clarisse with water.

Until he beats him at sword fighting, when he is said the best sword-man in the last 300 years.

Until he single won against three Ares campers when they were for blood.

Until the hellhound Luke invoked attacks him and-

"All hail Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, the Earthshaker !"

A forbidden child.

A demigod fated to die only because of his father's name.

Percy is standing in front of him, looking at awe at the holographic trident above his head.

He is the chosen one, is he not ?

He will bring Olympus on its knees for me to crush it.

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As expected, Percy is accused of being the lightning's thief and sent on a quest to retrieve it.

Annabeth volunteers but Luke is serene, there's no way Percy accept her as a quester, not with their parents' rivalry.

And yet, he finds himself wishing them goodbye on the top of the hill, at the both of them.

This quest is destined to fail, to start a war within Olympus.

"Good luck guys, come back safe and sound !"

Percy will fall into Tartarus, for Kronos to do what he plans with him but Annabeth and Grover will be back.

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The deadline comes and the skies stay clear.

He failed, somehow he failed.

Percy, Annabeth and Grover come back, all glowing with pride for stopping in the war.

What do we do now ?

He hugs Annabeth, telling her how proud he is of her.

It's time for you to leave and assume full command of our forces.

He high-fives Grover and feign utter shock and regret and he tells him that the shoes almost dragged him into Tartarus.

We need Percy on our side and I'm sure he'll come.

Beware the little hero, he is as unpredictable as the sea in his veins.

He ruffles Percy's hair, jokingly asking him to teach him how he beat Ares.

What do I do if he refuses ?

Kill him.

He fights for a better world for demigods.

A world where demigods like Percy could live free from the gods' requests and whims.

Sacrifices are necessary, Castellan. You cannot make change without true acts.

Percy who looks at him with full trust.

Percy who is merely twelve years old.

Should I ask Alabaster to kill the child ?

No, I'll do it myself.

And Percy will join, Luke's sure of it.

If he doesn't, then he is part of the problem.

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Percy refuses and Luke leaves him alone in the woods, only waiting for death to come.

Three hours later, Silena's report comes in and informs him that Percy Jackson is alive and that every body he is the lightning thief.

"Everybody on deck, now." He orders on the megaphone, waiting for all the demigods to assemble on Princess Andromeda's deck.

"There is a change of plans, Olympus is now aware of our rebellion but" he stops the hushes with his hand, "the King of the Gods is too stubborn too consider us a threat. He will ignore us as long as he can and since we all know he is a tyrant, nobody on Olympus will dare question him."

"Alabaster, you and Ethan are in charge of the army. Train them, make sure they master their powers and at least one weapon."

"Chris, you will scout for demigods, it is essential we find them before the satyrs do."

"Lila, you are in charge to communicate with our spy in Camp and then coordinate with me to know what kind of infos we need to know."

"As for the rest of you, try to reach your siblings, convince them to join us, to join the right side of this war."

He dismisses them, mindlessly twisting the ring on his leather necklace.

It's cheap ring, probably stolen in a shady store.

It was the most precious thing he had then and it is the most precious thing he has today.

I'm doing this for us Annie.

No matter how much it will hurt you, it is for you good.

When you understand and join me, we'll be together and everything will be fine.

[milesfingers]

Outlast antagonists headcanons

I'm only considering the ones from the first game, because for the other ones I haven't much to say. I consider Father Martin a morally grey character so he isn't here.

Chris Walker

The little pig plush it's always been his confort toy since he was a child. When he came back from the war Chris used it to mourn himself to cope

If he wasn't killed in the underground laborator and managed to kill everyone there he eventually would stay in the asylum and kill anyone who came near the facility, becoming a sort of urban legend

He really wanted to kill Trager but he was too concentrated on Miles. He barelly know him but he's still very angry with every Murkoff employees to think straight

Chris surely knows everyone in the asylum, judging Father Martin's purpose as ridiculus.

Richard Trager

I actively decided to ignore canon so before the mutation he had grey hair tied in a ponytail and glasses

His dedication to self-learning medicine is at the point that he sewed a ton of cuts himself. Also he told peolpe that he was an actual doctor and convinced them to be analyzed by him

When was a regular employee Trager used to call "kiddo" any coworker younger than him

(I once saw a fanart of this on pinterest) I think Trager is the type of mindfucker that tells kids things like "Don't smoke kids, its dangerous” but then snorts cocaine

The Twins

Not much to say about those guys exept they were sigly abused by their negletful parents who leave scars on their bodies. Later the social services took them and entrusted them to another family, but the damage was already done

They always lived symbiosis, isolatimg themself from the rest of the world, Their adoptive parents tryed to help them, but slowly they gave up. Later the two brothers killed them

They decided to follow Father Martin for basically no reason. They think that being under his protection would have make them untouchable, somehow.

Eddie Gluskin

I am a horrible person and I hc his birthday as February 14th

While he was basically a serial killer, I like to think that he worked in a wedding dress shop. At some point of his life he dropped school and the owner of that shop thaught him how to sew and pack clothes. Eddie could have stabilized himself, but he was already too deranged

Eddie hates women that much because his mother always knew what his father and uncle done to him and when they get to prison she blames him for taking her husband away from her

I actually think he would be a decent father. Of course he's a borderline psychopath and would rise his child in a sick environment full of torture and murder, but I don't think he would ever hurt them (intentionally, at least)

Frank Manera

I do think he murdered his family and cooked them after years of instabiliy

When he went to the Mount Massive he was put in the hands of a pretty sadistic guard who basically starved him in order to "punish him in the proper way"

His hair turned gray due to the stress of captivity

Actually he managed to not being catch by the SWAT but later he died for some kind of diase because of eating raw human meat

Jeremy Blaire

This man screams daddy issues. Like, have y'all present the song "Are you satisfied?" by Marina? Yeah, that's Jer.

While he was friend with Trager he used to be very embarassed of him and his chaoticity. They went on golf club like any bored rich but Jer constantly avoied Trager at parties

Actually treats like shit EVERY employee that's not his superior, but he really targeted Waylon more than anyone. Like one time he challenged him to arm wrestling and kept him busy for an hour and a half to make him understand how a real man behaves

Example of a cisgender straight white male, bye

[woso-dreamzzz]

No why can I imagine Katie pushing kiddo forward to have a go at swinging the golf club and she just misses it completely and drops the club and just runs back into Katie’s arm sobbing and the rest of the girls are trying to encourage her to have another go but she just won’t move her head away from Katie’s shoulder and Katie’s just rubbing her back

Katie trying to console her and say she can try again later but later means Katie stands behind her to guide her swing so she actually hits the ball this time

[taffycandyqt]

👉👈 can I get some head-cannons on how 1987 and 2003 Casey would act as dads to his and the readers kid…….i have to imagine ‘87 Casey would be an interesting parental figure……not a bad one just very…..very interesting

Very interesting indeed...

03' & 87' Casey Jones x reader

Warnings none:

Fluff

2003 Casey:

Will cal the child squirt, tiny, chump, and/or kiddo

It all just depends on his mood.

If the kid is a girl he'll definitely call her princess or little darling and if they're a boy he'll call him little man, or buff little man.

He will love the crap out of your kids, dude is honestly so happy to be a dad.

When he first married you he wanted kids but he was also pretty scared and wasn't sure he was ready.

When it finally happened though?

He was so happy.

Just picture this man laying in the bed with your new born in his hands while they moved their little hands around without any real reason.

He would have literal stars in his eyes.

Dude would probably start taking his baseball bat with him every time he left the house.

Ain't no way he's going out with his kids without proper protection in New York of all places.

He would have a blast teaching the kids about hockey and if they were genuinely interested hockey games would become their biggest bonding moments.

Bro is honestly just a really fun dad.

Any game the kids play with him he will be 100% into it.

Doesn't matter what role he's playing he will literally destroy your house if your kids say it's what his character would do.

In short you had to tell the kids (and your fully grown adult husband) that real weapons were not, infact, toys and to stop stabbing your furniture.

You almost blew a gasket when you walked in the room to see Casey rip one of your couch pillows in half.

Yeeeeeah...

He won't be doing that again.

Also, ice cream trips are a staple in your house.

the kids want iced cream?? Why not!

Honestly he wants ice cream just as much as them.

If you say no he will join in with the kids and either try to get you to say yes or just try and convince you with puppy dog eyes.

when you kids hit the rebellious teen phase he will wil feel so much internal conflict.

On the one hand what they are doing is extremely dangerous, irresponsible, and/or disrespectful and it's infuriating.

But on the other... He also did those things at their age.

...

BUT HE WASN'T AS BAD (this is true. He was worse)

He is still happy with their teenage stage though.

The proud dad moments will be golden.

I feel like your guys kids would gravitate towards certain turtle uncles.

They would just click more with one than the other and he's happy to see his kids still having a connection with his old friends.

Mikey will complain to him often though if none of your kids pick him as their favorite uncle.

Overall, Casey is a top tier dad.

1987 Casey:

This dude is an entire basket case.

Not to say he isn't a good dad! He is.

You just have to thoroughly explain child safety and proper emotional reactions.

Examples would be, "You can't let our kid beat up their teacher for giving them an unfair grade" or "you can't hand a toddler a golf club to swing around the house" or "Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet will electrocute them"

Once you show him how to legally and safely go about certain situations, there actually aren't many problems!

He is very strict on what he believes to be right and wrong.

While his methods may be a tad counterproductive he means well and he will do everything in his power to mold your kids into well mannered law abiding citizens.

And in case you were wondering, he sees the whole beating up the teacher thing as the teacher lying on an official government document sooooooo.

In any case he's doing his best.

Casey doesn't really spend much time around the turtles in this version so their less like uncles to your kids and more just, "People dad knows".

If your kids show an interest in the turtles though, he will make a point to hang around more often.

When it comes to his mask Casey likes to leave it on.

It makes him feel prepared for any potential danger and he honestly doesn't feel fully dressed without it.

9 times out of 10 though, if your kids ask him to take it off he will.

He just loves them so much, and as paranoid as he can be he still wants his kids to know their fathers real face.

When it comes to raising your kids he is usually the one dishing out punishments. Not because you don't, he's just quicker at it.

He understands your kids are learning the ins and outs of life and he wants to make sure they know the consequences of their actions so they're prepared when they go out into the real world.

That being said he is also very fair.

If your kid didn't know something was wrong he won't punish them.

He'll just tell them why it was wrong and not to do it again. If they do it after that? Then they get time-out.

Like 2003 Casey, he is also very playful and loves playing games with the kids.

He will run with them around the house, dress up in costumes, do weird voices and all that jazz.

It's so cute honestly. This big buff dude in a hockey mask who prides himself in his strength and ruthless attitude towards "evil doers" will also have the most legitimate tea party while your kids call him Mrs. Whittlebottom.

With the way you both go about raising your kids it seems unlikely, to me, that they would become rebellious teens.

However if that were to happen Casey would be at a complete loss.

Casey has never felt tied down by the rules or "the man" as long as they kept the peoples best interest at heart.

Don't steal things, don't break others property, don't sell harmful substances.

It all made perfect sense to him.

When people follow the rules they are happy and safe and peaceful.

People don't get hurt and they are able to do what they love.

So when your children express feeling trapped by the rules of the house or call the punishment they get by breaking them "unfair" he is straight up confused.

Like, what do you mean its unfair that your growned for seeking out?! You know it's against the rules and you could have gotten hurt! WTF???

This could potentially cause a lot of tension between Casey and your kids but at the end of the day they still love each other.

It just might take some time for them to properly understand the other.

For everyone's sake though, let's not bet on your kids hitting the rebellious phase.

Also, your kids may or may not pick up some of his weird mannerisms such as calling criminals "evil doers" or hunting down literally anyone in the name of justice.

Yeah, it really doesn't help he raises them on super hero shows.

All in all, very dedicated husband and father. Will literally die for his family.

[billthedrake]

BUCK ON BEEF

(Heads up: This one has some rougher oral sex.)

It was a perfect Spring day to sit inside and watch the Masters. As Tom Miller turned on the big screen TV and flipped through the channels, he undid his tie and the top botton on his Sunday-best dress shirt. No two ways about it, Tom was a big man, 6'2" and carrying his former linebacker brawn on his frame, along with that married girth and a big broad belly.... topping 300 on the scale.

Tom sometimes thought he should cut back on the Chik-Fil-A sandwiches, or the fries, or the few beers he planned to have watching golf. He could get back to his playing weight or something closer to it. But the banker and father of two felt comfortable in his body. He had a very pretty (and still thin) ex-sorority wife who was into her big cuddly teddy bear of a husband.

And god help him, his son Trey liked Tom's girth, too. Like, really liked it.

"Hey, Dad," the high school quarterback said in his teen voice which even at 18 seemed to deepen by the day. The 6'2" stud had already changed out of his church clothes and walked into the den in just a flimsy pair of his high school team shorts. If his dad looked, he'd see Trey already sporting a good shank of teen bone.

Tom did look. When he and Trey first started fooling around, the family man had tried to put the breaks on it. Now, he leaned into it, the whole insane physicality of this affair with his son.

"Jesus, kiddo..." he growled with a playful laugh. Did that kid always have sex on his brain?

"Come on, Dad... Mom and Chels are swimming at the club all afternoon. It's been a couple weeks since we've had a long session."

Tom got a shy look on his full, masculine face as he stepped up to Trey and lightly gripped his son's waist. Trey took charge of the kiss, though, like he always did. One hand behing his dad's neck, the other greedily cupping that meaty ass cheek through the man's trousers to pull in all that dad beef.

"Damn, Dad," Trey hissed, his blue eyes peering into his daddy's. He leaned back and openly appraised his father's build, the way that blue blazer opened up to frame that belly. Trey had been fucking Coach Carson lately, too, as well as Mr. Reynolds, his math teacher, but none of those other men had the amazing thickness of his father. Placing his hands right on that stomach, the jock hissed, "It's been a while since we've had date night, sir."

God, Trey knew how to make Tom feel like he was a young jock himself. Carrying on a bromance with one of the D-line players on that South Carolina roster of 98. "It has been," the man answered in a husky Southern drawl. "Maybe in a couple of weeks," he hissed. "I'll tell the girls that you and I are taking a guys weekend... catch a couple of Braves games."

Trey grinned. Like any Southern jock, he was more than a little spoiled and used to getting his way. "Sounds awesome, Dad." He relinquished his feel of Tom's belly and through his peripheral vision, the father could see Trey push those shorts down, all the way off.

Indeed as Trey stepped back, he fisted that giant QB tool. Ten inches and almost flashlight thick. Two heavy nuts dangled low from the hard shaft. "Why don't you suck my cock some, Dad?" he asked.

Tom didn't know where the kid inherited that big stick from. He himself had a respectable enough tool, thick and meaty, like the rest of him, but the son was about three inches longer than him. It was insane. "I thought I raised you to say please and thank you, son," he teased.

Trey nodded. "Yessir. Would you please suck my cock, Dad?" he laughed.

"Guess that's as good as I'm gonna get," Tom chuckled as he kicked off his loafers and undid his belt. He was rock hard and as he folded his trousers over the end of the sofa, he couldn't help but be pleased by how perpetually fixated Trey was on the dick that made him.

Now stripped from the waist down except for some dress socks, Tom sat down on the sofa, his burly 300-ish pound frame looking bigger in a seated position, that big belly hanging over, that neck looking fuller. He was still in church attire from the waist up, and he was hunkering down to suck some oversized son meat.

"God yes," Trey gasped as Tom slathered his meaty cock. The QB placed his hands on his waist and let his dad do the work getting reacquainted with that dick before starting to service the teen. Trey got off on the contrast between his nakedness and his father's clothed, bulky form. "Suck me, Dad. Fuck yes...."

Then feeling super horned up, the athlete spread his legs a little and gripped his father's skull. And he powered his way deep into his dad's gullet.

Tom coughed up some throat slime at the intrusion but sucked it off that prick and back down his throat.

"Come on, Dad," Trey hissed, hips pausing a second before resuming their deep pump. "You did this a couple nights ago no problem."

The thick spit was now dripping down the big man's chin and onto his dress shirt as the jock son fucked his face rigorously. As sloppy throat sounds filled the room, Trey's eyes averted to the TV... he grinned as he thought how his first JO fantasies involved big-bellied golfers... Mickelson, Harrington, Rahm... Trey would flog his big teen bone thinking of fucking those dudes from here to Sunday.

"All right, Dad," Trey hissed. His voice wasn't dominant but instead encouraging. He and his father had been working on this trick. With a rough shove, he pulled his dad's face flush to his crotch.

"One mississippi.... two mississippi..." the quarterback counted off. Tom's face flushed beet red as his esophagus felt crazy full with his son's hard dong, cutting off his air. "... six mississippi... " Tom Miller started to gag but kept it in check. This was like deep throating Reggie, his defensive jock buddy back in the day. But better.

"You got this," Trey hissed, so turned on by the spasms of his father's throat and the fact the old man would let him do this.

Tom coughed again, sputtering around his son's huge shaft.

"Eleven mississippi!" Trey beamed proundly as he pulled out his cock. A heavy strand of throat slime came out with it, some of it dribbling down Tom's chin, the rest hanging from the tip of Trey's stalk till it snapped off and fell right on his dad's half-unbuttoned dress shirt.

"Fuck, that's nasty," Trey growled in lust.

The first time he'd gagged on Trey, Tom had felt embarrassed. Now, he loved the horny limits-testing they did. Trey pushing Dad in some old fashioned throat training, Dad seeing just how much mind can win out over body.

Tom leaned in greedily and swiped up some of that excess mucus.

That cock twitched when he did, but Trey's voice got a deep neediness. "Leave some of that slime on there, Dad. It'll make good lube."

Tom nodded, now in synch with his son's horniness. Undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, he lay back on the couch, pulling his legs up.

"Goddamn, Dad," the young buck grunted, so turned on as he crawled up onto the sofa. His staff was angry-hard, and very wet from the throat job. He pushed it down to line it up with his father's slot. Normally, he'd enjoy the foreplay but Tom had worked up him too much, too fast. He didn't shove in but got a toe hold a half inch past the dadpucker.

"OOF!" Tom grunted. He would have admonished Trey, but his son knew what he was doing. Trey had never done anything but make the big man feel great.

The jock held steady and looked down on the 40-something bull of a man. Once again, he openly ran his hands over his dad's bulk, now able to touch the soft fur and bare skin. "I love your gut, sir... so fucking sexy."

An inch more dick pushed into his dad, who now more readily relaxed around that thick dong. Not only did Trey have the best throwing arm in Forsyth County, he surely carried the biggest dick around, too.

"I should probably slim down," Tom half objected. His son was so lean and muscular and perfect, the contrast did give the man a pause.

"Don't you dare," Trey laughed, spearing more meat inside his old man. "You could get bigger, Dad, and I'd fucking love it."

Tom grinned and pulled his arms back, hands behind his head, making the blazer and open shirt pull wide open. He was on full display for his son, gut and rounded pecs and all. "You a chubby chaser, son?" he asked. Before, he'd been too self conscious of his size around Trey, but now he wanted to know everything about what made his son tick.

Trey thought for a second, doing little micro-thrusts of his meat in and out of the daddy tightness. "Not really. I dunno... I just like having a lot of Daddy to hold onto." His hands were now on Tom's surprisingly firm, rounded belly, right as he pushed all the way in.

"You're tapping my hole, son," Tom hissed. This was always the most uncomfortable part of the fuck, but uncomfortable in a good way. It made Tom feel he was being taken for real. Even Reggie never tapped that second ring.

Trey nodded. "Want me to breach it today?" he asked.

Tom exhaled. "Fuck. I don't know." He wanted it, but each time Trey did was really fucking intense.

That son cock twitched inside the man's tight guts. It had taken them so long to work up to anal so readily, but it was now perfect for Trey... just the right relaxation of dadcunt to let him in, but still a hell of a lot of snugness around his prick. "Pull those legs, back," the QB urged.

Tom took a deep breath and did as instructed, pulling those thick thighs all the way back, and lifting his ass some in the process.

Trey waited a second, then pushed his hips all the way forward, driving his fat battering ram past the inner tightness.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Tom yelled.

"Too much Daddy?" Trey checked in. It was vice tight way up there, and Trey worried this was too much for his father.

Tom exhaled again, biting his lip before responding. "God help me son, I want it. Work your cock over that entrance."

Trey grinned and examined his dad's big body as he did as instructed. Slow working back and forth over that ring.

"Fuck yes," Tom hissed. "My hung stud son..."

Trey got into it, making those strokes longer, knowing his dad was opened up inside. Pretty soon he was fucking harder and longer.

"Yes.... fuck me, son. Pound your daddy." Tom was geting into that wild, didn't-give-a-fuck part of the sex act. He needed this, all ten huge inches of Trey railing him.

It was like poppers to Trey, whose hips gained speed and power. He watched, wide eyed as that gut swayed with each power thrusts and those full titties bounced. That made him fuck harder, just to see those 300-plus pounds of beef jiggle more.

"Fuck!" Tom beat Trey's cum by two seconds, that dad dick spraying hands free all over his belly as his inner ring got battered.

And just as quickly, Trey's prick fucked on the slickness of his own seed. Finally the blur of those teen buck hips slowed to gentle sway, then a stop.

"Damn, Dad," the jock said, a little out of breath. "That was fucking hot."

Tom could only nod. Any thoughts had been fucked out of him. He was glad Trey was withdrawing as the deep fullness in his ass was getting too much, fast.

Trey had that satisfied look as he pulled back and knelt on the sofa, hands on his hips and still-hard meet sticking out, covered in fuck juices.

Tom scrambled to lean in, gently cleaning off his son's meat with long swipes of his tongue.

Now, he felt a little ashamed, and he wasn't sure the way Trey ruffled his hair affectionately made it better or worse.

He looked up at the TV once more then back at his dad. "I guess you want to watch your golf," Trey said. Maybe feeling a little bad he'd interrupted his father's Sunday ritual.

"Yeah," Tom said as he sat back in the sofa, his big belly falling over his sated genitals. Then he took another look at his hunky son. "Actually... how long did you say the girls would be at the Club?"

With a grin, he watched Trey's young buck cock jerk out into a fuck hard once more.

[tradetobest]

hello user cats0p... long time lurker but only recently back to tumblr.com because i HAVE to ask more about your golf au and after my anon q was well received i just. i need to know more. here are some of my thoughts:

1634 my faves... i'm so caught on your vague deliberation between auston just being Rich Guy or Auston Matthews because:

regular guy is interesting bc it's so approachable and unassuming... like, he's just some guy. which isn't, like, unapproachable or unreachable by any means, even if he is really big and hot and presumably makes enough money to be spending his evenings at a country club and not at work and kinda feels like he's being flirted with but surely not because... this guy probably has a wife and kids?? but he's always eyeing mitch up and trying to tip him even when mitch isn't even supposed to take tips like that

but hockey auston is like... mitch is in overdrive bc [jennifer lawrence voice] what do you MEAN mitch's favorite leaf and savior of the toronto maple leafs is trying to chat him up at his cart?? i feel like this avenue would be WAY more overwhelming for mitch because he doesn't know how to approach it and isn't sure what the norms are... like is he allowed to tell auston that he played like crazy on sunday and it was so sick, or that he threw his hat at the game against florida two years ago when auston got a hat trick, and not to mention it makes mitch that much MORE dubious to believe auston is flirting with him or that he'd ever have a chance w him...

like both are so so good to consider on all fronts but i'm so enchanted by the idea of auston like... purposely fucking up his drive just to be like oop mitch... sorry you know what a klutz i am i fucked up the green over here again. and auston's friends are all loitering by the cart/ordering drinks and he's the one standing over mitch asking how he even ended up doing something like this and if he likes it and what he's doing over the weekend... and sweet mitchy is so oblivious but excited to talk to him as he patches up whatever hole auston has carved out of the green. his golf score is suffering (as is his wallet seeing as loser buys dinner) but he can't say getting to talk to mitch isn't worth it...

2. i cannot get over little server boy tz... just imagining him in his little tan cargo shorts taking drink orders and letting people's moms do shots with him... i know he dropped so many cocktails when he started serving people. passing his disposable vape of the day to the bartender and trying to get them to make him a drink that tastes like mago blue tropical razz ice or whatever other ridiculous flavor he's trying and failing to be subtle about sucking down that day. lamenting over the blue eyed hottie who is always around his family (and therefore very hard to hit on) who orders virgin frozen pina coladas (and come on, trevor could do SO MUCH with that if he just had time to get one line laid on him without his mom watching)...

3. i don't really go here but... all of the golf course/country clubs i've ever been to have had pools/gyms/kids clubs and... have you considered spin class instructor matthew knies OR kids club employee joseph woll... i know kniesy would be cougar nip but also that woller would be irresistible watching over a bunch of kiddos while their parents are out getting drunk by the pool/on the green...

apologies for the length but i'm in love w this little world you've made and i'd love to hear more about it!!

HIII OH MY GOD YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY GETTING THIS MADE ME I LITERALLY SCREAMED!!! AAAA HELLO!!!!

i think while reading this i mustve said "you get me" fully out loud at least 12 times while reading this because like. you just get me... you Understand....

the 1634 dilemma is so real... like normie but rich auston trying to slip mitch a 20 and mitch going "oh like turf people dont really get tipped" and auston going "no its for you" and mitch smiling and going "aww thanks!! :D" and just Not getting it and auston is trying SO hard

but also Leafs Auston is soooo compelling to me when you wrote it out like that idek.... mitch going internally "oh god can i tell him i know who he is" and saying "yeah uhh,,, good shot. as usual haha" after auston takes a drive and being all nervous meanwhile auston is like "oh my god he knows who i am do you think hes impressed by me" and outward is like "thanks man." and claps him on the shoulder. and is like "oh my god i touched him."

auston on the tee box like "oh man mitch i mustve pulled something last night exercising my big strong muscles can you help correct my swing" and mitch going "sure (dying)" and coming up behind him and auston like slightly leaning over into him and mitch like. dies. passes away. rip mitch marner. and then for the next like 5 times he sees auston he blushes IMMEDIATELY. very cute

2. tz is absolutely obsessed w jamie like thats so real.... always talking abt him and everything... jack is so sick of his ass but jack "just doesn't get it, dude, he's so hot. look at him. sitting there." and jack looks over and jamie is wincing bcs he got brain freeze from his fucking virgin pina colada that he orders every time and jack just has to look over and watch trevor pop another zyn and say nothing. save him nico. nico save him.

3. OOO thats so smart and cute actually i love that!! my club didnt have that probably because the clientele were mostly older but like... having that is Smart. and like... a gym and classes open up So Many More job possibilities,,,, a sweaty just-out-the-gym kniesy like going down the hall and knocking lightly on the kids club door and hearing a "COMING!" and woller opens the door and he has like. a heart sticker on his cheek and his hair in pigtails and a little bit of marker on his forehead and kniesy feels his heart grow like. ten sizes. maybe woller takes the kids out to the pool and kniesy can see them and jsut... eyes. he purposefully books a water fitness course so that maybe woller can watch him in the pool too..... thats SOOOO REALNESS oh my god

please forever continue to send me little ideas abt this no matter how short or how long i love them all like i literally have been thinking abt this All Day and its been making me so happy..... RAHH like. THEM!!! THEY!!! im so happy you like my silly lil au that basically came out of me going "oh my adhd ass loved this job im sure mitch would love it too!!" ilysm thank you for sending me another ask about this

[cevansbrat0007]

As the GP kiddos get older, what are their favorite things to do with Daddy Andy? Or their favorite things to do with Momma? Just like one on one bonding things.

Great question!

Bianca "BiBi" Barber - She's a big soccer fan, just like her Mama and they often can be found practicing in the backyard together. BiBi is very good and currently plays for a club team that travels around the region. On the field, Andy and Reader's normally sweet daughter is a force to be reckoned with. She may be small, but she's scrappy. And she's got one hell of a mouth on her - all things she learned from Mama Barber. That kid can talk some serious trash when she's in the mood. While it makes her mother proud, Andy is constantly stunned by just how viscous teenage girls can be...including his Bianca Boo!

BiBi's favorite thing to do with Andy is take her father shopping. She's always trying to update his wardrobe. Now, she knows that her Dad lacks the necessary patience required to survive at the mall, but for her...he really tries. And when they're through, she likes to treat him to frozen yogurt. Well, she tries...only for Andy to slip the money back into her bag.

The last time she took him out for frozen yogurt, a grown man tried to hit on her while Andy was off using the bathroom. Sixteen-year-old BiBi dealt with the creeper just fine, but her father damn near had a heart attack. The older she gets, the more she understands just what her Mama means whenever she calls Andrew dramatic.

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Katrina "KitCat" Barber - She and her Mama can often be found curled up in Reader's special reading nook. KitCat has her own space set up just for her, and when they can those two get lost in the magic of books for hours. So much so that it's not uncommon for Andy to come looking for them, something they all playfully refer to as a Barber Family Wellness Check.

This kid also has a budding passion for golf, of all things. Andy has been giving her lessons since she's been old enough to swing a club. And over time it's definitely morphed in a father/daughter bonding type experience. She's fairly talented, better than quite a few of the boys - which they hate.

I'll have to tell you all about the time one of those asshole boys tried to look up her skirt. He thought it was real fucking funny until KitCat's nine-iron almost collided with his thick skull. And then when Andy heard what happened...yeah, that shit wasn't pretty. Especially after the asshole kid's uncle tried to place the blame on Katrina. Something about her flirting in order to give herself an advantage.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her Daddy so mad. But they eventually finished the game before going out for double bacon cheeseburgers with extra bacon and cheese fries.

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Aurora "RoRo" Barber - She and Andy have this thing where they sometimes wake up early on Saturdays and head down to his office. But first, they always stop by this little diner for a quick breakfast of cinnamon apple french toast and a mug of hot chocolate. And since they both know that Mama Barber would have a lot to say about their excessive sugar consumption, they tend to leave that part out.

And as the artist of the family, she's constantly traveling with her purple sketchbook. RoRo is also naturally curious and as well as easily distracted. Which sometimes gives Andy palpitations because she's constantly wandering off in order to get a better look at something that she wants to draw. He loses her sometimes...which typically results in panic.

RoRo also loves helping her mother in the garden. She thinks it's hilarious that her mother adores plants, but is somehow also terrified of bugs. And, although it's not her strong suit, she's not adverse to helping her Mama in the kitchen. It doesn't come naturally to her, but the other day she made a blueberry lemon cheesecake from scratch which turned out to be pretty darn tasty!

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A.J. "Junior" Barber - He loves cooking with his Mama. They have a great time in the kitchen - and he's actually getting rather good. Baking is more his thing, but the kid has a lot of potential. Unlike his father who was born with the ability to burn water. He also enjoys horror movies, and those viewing parties usually consist of him, Mama Barber, and BiBi.

Now, when it comes to spending time with Andy, Junior loves himself some football. They have a great time going to games together when they can. I'll have to tell you guys about the first NFL game they went to when he was a little kid. It was a hoot! And when they're not trying to watch the game, you can find him tinkering in the backyard with his father breaking fixing things in the shed. They're both a couple of handsome, well-meaning menaces.

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Finally, no matter how old they get, no Barber ever says no to family movie night. That's a must in their household. Fingers crossed that that never changes. Hope that answers your questions!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

83. Parking is Murder

[me happy stimming and acting like an actual puppy]

PARKING IS MURDER

LOOK AT MY BBGS AWWWW (definitely don't have enough pictures of them already)

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico hates cars. Everyone knows that. They’re just so… UGH. Logic has to do something he never wanted to do… PARK A CAR. He almost barfs, but holds it in.

LOGICO: I’ve solved hundreds of murders… many of which were fake but STILL, I can park… my dumb car… 

A valet dies! Logico immediately jumps out, leaving his car right smack in the driveway

LOGICO: OH WELL DUTY CALLS!!

Lavender is still following him.

LOGICO: Why? LAVENDER: I’m looking for Obsidian, duh!! LOGICO: At the movie studio.

Emerald and Copper have come to join.

COPPER: Nice movie, dumbass! Heard you’re not even playing YOURSELF. LOGICO: Wonderful.

Copper enjoys smacking cars with her club and damaging them for no reason, because she’s a cop. Emerald is flying around like a lunatic! And Pearl, late to a meeting, is stuck in her car.

PEARL: SPO’I TERRA-BULL! OI CAN’ EVEN GE’ OU’ MY CAHR!

Logico heads to security and meets up with the dog.

LOGICO: You ARE an officer. Are you EVER going to help me?

Copper licks her baton.

COPPER: Not my place, kiddo. You go on and have fun. LOGICO: I’M PROBABLY OLDER THAN YOU!! PEARL: OI, DON’ TRUST ‘AH. I SEEM TO HEV NOTICED TA’ SHE WANNA ROBBA GRAVE. LOGICO: I guess that made slightly more sense than every other sentence.

Logi then stops Emerald.

LOGICO: The fuck are you doing? EMERALD: NO TIME!!!!!! LOGICO: You’re not even going anywhere, you’re just flailing around in circles! EMERALD: DON’T ASK ME! ASK LAVENDER! HE DRIVES GOLF CARTS EVERYWHERE LIKE AN IDIOT! [parrot screech]

Bored Logi gets a text. 

‘This isn’t esoteric knowledge, Logico. I just saw on a studio webcam that Lord Lavender was hanging around next to a fountain. I hope you’re doing well out there. <3’

LOGICO: He needs to stop sending little hearts!!

He realizes something! He runs over to the waltzing llama.

LOGICO: Do you know how to drive a golf cart? LAVENDER: MY GOD, NO! You mistake me for some kind of rough-and-tumble guard tower militant? UGH. ‘Golf cart.’ 

He spits greenish goo into Logi’s face and struts away. But it doesn’t matter! Emerald is the answer.

EMERALD: Sure! I ran over somebody with a golf cart! But, in my defense, I was in a hurry! I was late to a meeting! And circumstances like that must be considered! LOGICO: You can’t fucking compare a murder and a…

Flashback!!

IRRATINO: You can never compare two things, ever! EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT… EVEN YOUR TWO EYES… LOGICO: My what? IRRATINO: [goat scream] I AM SO SORRY THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT-

Logi snaps himself out of it. It’s time to go to the studio. He catches a glimpse of Copper digging up (human) bones.

LOGICO: I saw you… COPPER: DON’T WANNA BE LATE FOR A MEETING, EH DEDUCTIVE?

Pearl remains trapped in her car.

PEARL: IS ANYBODY GO’A GIMME A NEW SATE???

The end!

I have ultimately decided that Murdle Jr. is still going to be turned into a non-canon MiniMurdle spinoff featuring baby Logico, Irratino, Umber, and Antoduardo

Irratino appears to be the only one who's not a penguin atm

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Shark for the character meme!

SHARKKK MY FRIEND SHARK

First impression: "oh ok so the Zexal rival has like a water and shark motif going on that's fun. he's kind of a little a-hole i like that"

Impression now: SHARRRKKKKK he is. up there as one of my favorite ygo rivals, leaps and bounds. i love him so much. His character arc tears me asunder. So much Awful Shit happened to him and he just had to take it. His identity crisis is absolutely nuclear Danabait. This kid has so much AND he's kind of a little a-hole. He's delightful.

Favorite moment: The episode where Shark and Yuma duel on the hospital roof is, Really Really Good. Mission accomplished MFriday. Also [zexal spoilers of course] but that last Yuma and SharkNasch duel kicks my fuckin teeth in. it goes so hard.

Idea for a story: have jammed with my roommate extensively about College AU Shark working at a country club and sputtering around on a golf cart and wearing a little stupid nametag that says "Reginald" on it.

Unpopular opinion: god idek what the unpopular Shark opinions are. Hm. [spoilers] I do love the Nasch situation, with him. I wasn't sure how much I was gonna vibe with it but I liked it more than, say, what GX was trying to do with Jaden and the Supreme King. I wish his Barian form had fins so bad though.

Favorite relationship: His dynamic with Yuma is so. so special to me. I think it's up there with Yusei and Jack re: favorite protag and rival dynamics. Yuma taught this kid kindness and empathy and even when he tried so hard to throw that all away that sense of bonds and loyalty is now irreversibly part of him. They are besties to me. Also I'm Yugioh Siblings Liker Numero Uno I also adore his bond with Rio ;__;

Favorite headcanon: THE freshly out trans masc nonbinary kiddo he/they of all time. Sea predator special interest so powerful it preserved across Millennia. Competitive Pokemon player. Everyone gives Vector "horrifying nightmares of his past life" but god knows Shark gets them too and they keep him up at night :(

[jojo0039]

*Summer Heat* Parcel 9 Part 1

Jo wakes up in her new room at her dad's house. She hears a knock on her door. "Are you decent?" Her dad asks from outside. Jo stands up and opens the door. "I know that you're mad at me right now and that's fine. But you will respect the house rules even if you don’t like them." he tells her. She sighs and sits down on the bed. He sits down on her chair. "I need you in the house every night at 11 during the summer and 10 during school days. I need to know where you’re going to be at all times. I don’t want you just hanging out on the cut all the time with your friends." he tells her. "You will be in for dinner at least four nights a week. If you need the car then you need to say what for. You're not running off doing whatever with your friends anymore. Do I make myself clear?" he finally states. "Yes dad." she finally says. "I know this isn't what you want. But until you can start making better decisions this is the way things have to be." he tells her. "Can I at least use the car to go get some of my stuff from mom's?" she asks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the car keys. "You can use it for today. I need it back by 6." he tells her as he hands them to her. "Ok thanks." she says. He stands up and kisses the top of her head. "Things will get better kiddo. Just give it time." he tells her. He leaves the room and she starts to get dressed. She manages to leave the house without running into Topper. She is pulling out of the driveway when she spots John B walking down the road coming from the Cameron house. She pulls up beside him. "Get in." she says. "Thanks. This saves me from walking." he tells her. "Where we going?" she asks him. "The Wreck. Everyone is gonna meet us there." She glances down at the cast on his arm. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "I've been better that's for sure." he replies.                        ********************************************************* Once they make it to the Wreck, John B instantly starts telling the group what has been going on the past couple of days. "I'm sorry you're staying where?" Kie asks with attitude as she restocks the salt and pepper shakers. "I'm staying at Tannyhill." he tells them. "So you’re living with Sarah Cameron." Kie smarts. "Okay look, the only reason I'm living there is because her dad bailed me out." John B moves from the counter and over to the table where everyone else was already sitting. "It is way better than foster, which by the way is where I was about to go if Ward didn't-" John B gets cut off. "So do you guys both have memberships to the club now?" Pope asks. Jo rolls her eyes. "First of all, I've always had a membership which I've never heard you complain about before." Jo says as she throws a fry at Pope. "What about a golf cart? Do you get to drive one around?" JJ inputs. "Does it come with a sweater vest or do you have to buy one of your own?" Pope teases. "Look John B you promised that you weren't with her." Kie starts. "She's got you man. Just own it." JJ states as he sits down next to Jo. "Look, if you wanna hang out with her, that's fine. But I'm letting you know right now that I'm not doing anything with her. " Kie complains. "Do you guys see her here right now? No, you don't because it's still just about us. Okay, so a little focus would be fantastic. So we have the map right?" John B states getting right to the point. "Well, the thing is it's all out of whack 'cause the guy was ganja'd when he drew it." JJ states looking at the map. Jo looks down at the map. "It's because the coast has changed." She informs JJ with a look. He gives her a look back with a small smile. "So we should just look for landmarks that haven't changed" Pope says. "What about the old forts?" John B suggests. "Battery Jasper!" Jo and Kie speak at the same time. They both laugh before the gang gets up and head to the van.                                    **************************************** Once they make it to Battery Jasper, they pull out the map and lay it flat on the monument so they can all look at it. "We're at battery here." Pope points on the map. "So if this is parcel nine, then it's somewhere northeast of here." Pope points out in the direction he was talking about. "Over there?" Kie asks. "Yea." Pope confirms. "Guys, over there isn't Tannyhill. Its a subdivision." JJ states. "Tannyhill Plantation was once the entire island. It just got sold into smaller pieces over time." John B informs them. Jo looks back at the map. "Okay guys, so we need to look for an old stone wall." Jo points out on the map. "Do we know where there is an old stone wall?" JJ asks as they head back to the van. "I know I've seen one before I just can't remember where I saw it at." Jo says as she climbs in behind JJ and Kie in the van. Pope sits in the front as he tries to read the map and gives John B directions. "Ok so the road should split up here." Pope directs. "Take this left here." John B makes a sharp left causing Jo to fall into JJ. He wraps his arm around her waist as she sits up. They lock eyes before they feel the car come to a stop. Jo looks out the window and sees a stone wall. "Yea that looks like a stone wall to me." JJ states as he opens the van door. "I knew I thought I had seen a stone wall somewhere." Jo comments. "Oh man, not the Crain house." John B breathes out. "Why did it have to be here of all places?" Pope groans. "I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband's head on the property." JJ tells them.                                                  *********************************** They climb over the wall and jump down into the yard. The grass is overgrown and by the looks of things there hasn't been any lawn care for years. "Look you guys know whose house this is right?" Kie starts as they start walking through the big yard. "Oh yea I know." JJ comments. "Honestly I don't even believe all the stories told about this place." John B tries to sound brave. Jo starts to laugh. "You're a big liar John B. I know you remember when our dads used to scare us when we were younger." Jo calls him out. JJ comes to stand beside and hovers over her. "Like what stories did you hear?" he asks sounding a little scared. Jo gives him an amused look. "The one where she killed her husband with an axe, and that she's been holed up here in the house ever since." Jo starts with a laugh. "On the nights when the moon is full, you can see her in the window." Kie teases as she makes a spooky sound at JJ. Jo starts laughing. "See no Kie that's not funny cause all of it is true." JJ defends himself. "I swear to god you guys, the stories are true. I knew Hollis. Jeez!" JJ jumps as a statue scares him. "Wait how the hell do you know Hollis?" Jo asks not believing a word that he is saying. "She was my babysitter for the longest time. She told me the truth about what happened with her mother and what happened in this house that night." he tells them. "As a kid, she heard all the stories about how her mother killed her father. She never used to believe it. Until that night." JJ pauses waiting for their reactions. "What night?" John B asks sounding intrigued with the story. "The night it all came back to her." They all wait for JJ to continue. "When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. She goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in the sink filled with blood." Jo starts to feel uncomfortable with the story. "Her mother told her that she cut her hand. The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then Hollis noticed something." JJ tells them. "What?" Jo asks. "Her mother going into the parlor constantly. In and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. When he does she looks down and there staring at her is her father's head." JJ tells them dramatically. "God you are so full of shit." John B tells him not believing a thing he says. He starts to walk off and JJ chases after him. "Are you sure you wanna do this? She's an axe murderer. You got a cast on." JJ argues. "I don't care if she's an axe murderer, ok. I got nothing to lose. Are you guys coming or what?" John B walks off and Pope and Kie follow behind. Jo stops in front of JJ. "You're really spooked aren't you?" She asks as she places a hand on his arm in comfort. JJ makes a face. "What? Me? No!" he denies. "Its ok Jay. You're secret is safe with me." Jo jokes. JJ grabs her hand and pulls her closer to him. "I can think of something that will help me feel better." JJ whispers to her. "Oh yea? What is that?" she asks back with a small smile. JJ leans in closer to her. "I've been thinking about doing something for a while." he tells her. "What?" she whispers.  "Guys come on! Come here!" They quickly pull away from each other. Jo turns and walks in the direction her friends went.                                     ************************************** Jo can tell when JJ comes to stand beside her. They all huddle together. "So here's the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark's letter." John B tells them. "So we need to look for the wheat near the water, like it said in Denmark's letter." John B comes up with the plan. "Okay but like what kinda water?" Pope asks. "Yea like is it specific like a pond or a creek or a stream?" Jo asks. "Bong water?" JJ suggests. Jo's face twists up as she gives him a dumbfounded look along with her other friends. She reaches up and pinches his cheek teasingly. "You’re lucky you're cute man." she jokes. JJ swats her hand away as she laughs. "Guys come on, it just says to look for water ok." John B tells them. "That is the shittiest secret message ever." Kie complains as she starts walking off. "You wanna complain a little more Kie? Nobody said this was gonna be easy." John B argues walking off after her. Jo sighs and follows behind them as she starts looking around. She back tracks and sneaks up behind JJ. She watches as he looks around frantic like. She steps on a branch on purpose to mess with him. He quickly turns around but doesn't see her. She puts her hand over her mouth to stop laughing as he turns back around. She jumps out from behind the tree. "Boo!" JJ jumps so high. She starts laughing so hard that he finally realizes it's just her. "Oh you are so dead!" he exclaims as he rushes toward her. She's still laughing as she puts her hands out in front of her in surrender. "No don't!" she exclaims as she is still laughing. He grabs her by the waist and starts tickling her. "Guys!" John B hisses out at them. "Come on, let's check in here." he tells them as he points to the cellar door. Jo and JJ follow behind everyone as they bend down to go into the basement. Jo grabs the flashlight out of her back pocket and looks around. "Down came Mrs. Crain and cut off all our heads." JJ starts singing as he follows behind Jo. "Up came the sun and dried up all our blood." Jo and Pope both turn around and flash their lights at him. "Can you stop?" Pope demands. "Yea your singing is sure to wake up Mrs. Crain." Jo insults. She starts looking around the room and all she finds is junk that looks to have been there a while. She swats at the mosquitos that start to fly at her. "Another dead end?" Kie states sarcastically. "You wanna know why we didnt find it? Bad karma." she states. John B rolls his eyes as Jo crosses her arms and waits for the blow-up . "Oh God here we go!" John B murmurs. Kie steps closer to him. "You know, we had a good thing going. And then you decided to rope in Barbie, and now the trail has gone dry. Coincidence? Probably not." Kie accuses and insults. "This is exactly why I didn't wanna tell you about Sarah!" John B argues back. "What the hell is the deal with you two anyway?" he asks. "Nothing!" Kie states. "Oh really? Nothing? The only other person who seems to know anything is Jo and won't say anything either." John B continues to argue. "Don't drag me into this. This has nothing to do with me." Jo retorts. "Is it because I kissed you? Is that the problem?" John B accuses. Jo raises her eyebrows in shock. "You did not just say that!" Jo exclaims as Kie smacks him across the face. "Oh shit!" JJ and Pope comment from beside her. "That echoed dude" Jo watches the exchange knowing that Kie could destroy their friend if she really wanted to. "Stop treating me like I'm some girl obsessed with you. Instead of your best friend who is actually just trying to look out for you!" Kie lectures. "Did you just uh hit me?" he asks shocked. "Yea I just did-" John B hits her back across the face. Jo steps forward instantly getting ready to push him away from her best friend. "Come on-" "That's not cool man-" "Skeeter." John B states. "Where is your proof?" Kie asks. John B shows his hand and a dead mosquito is sitting on his hand. He starts hitting her again and they go back and forth hitting each other. "I cant with you guys right now." Jo rolls her eyes at her friends. She keeps swatting at mosquitos and it seems like more and more keep coming. "What the hell is going on? Why the hell would there be so many of these things right now?" Jo questions as she swats. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. They have to come from somewhere." Pope thinks. Jo comes to stand beside him. "What are you thinking?" she whispers to him. He looks at a certain spot on the ground. "Do you have a penny or something on you?" he asks her. She digs in her pocket and pulls out a penny. "Yea here." she hands it to him. Pope starts stepping on some crates and they hear a creak. Kie and John B aren't paying attention and still hitting each other and laughing and JJ keeps swatting at mosquitoes. Pope drops the penny and they listen for any sounds. They finally hear the penny land and it sounds like water. Pope and Jo look at each other with excitement. "You guys we found something!" Jo got their attention as they quickly come over to them. They all grab an end of a platform and move it. They each lean over and shine their flashlights. They uncovered a well. They all look in shock. "Well, well, well." Pope mutters. "That's a good dad joke." John B states still in shock. "Oh my God you guys." Jo looks up at her friends. "We did it! We found the water!" she laughs. "We're gonna need some very long rope." John B tells them.                                             ********************************* After they leave Jo tells them that she has to look like she spent all day packing up some stuff and get the car back to her dad. Kie and Jo leave and go over and start packing some stuff for her to take to her dad's. Once they get a car load Kie tells her that she'll pick her back up and meet the boys at the château. Jo manages to bring the car back at the time she was supposed to so she won't get in trouble. The girls make it back and instantly spot Sarah sitting with John B. "No effing way!" Kie objects right off the bat. Jo slips past Kie and stands beside Pope who is sitting on a roll chair beside JJ. She knows that Kie isn't going to take this well. Jo personally didn't have a problem with Sarah, but she supports her friends. "You brought her here?! So what, she's in on this now?" Kie questions angrily. The friends all look at each other. "Look the only thing I care about is her cut coming out of your share." JJ comments. Jo reaches over and flicks him in the arm. He just gives her a smile. "You know I don't remember taking a vote! This is our thing! A pogue thing!" Kiara continues to argue. Sarah glares at her from her spot next to John B. "I do have to say that I am a tab bit uncomfortable with this whole thing." Pope comments. "Thank you!" Kie inputs. "When are you not uncomfortable?" John B defends. Jo starts to get defensive. "Why are you talking to Pope that way? He just made a statement." Jo defends. "I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." Pope smarts as he fist bumps Jo for defending him. "That's real cute." John B retorts. "No what's cute is knowing how everyone would react, yet you still brought her here anyway." Jo argues. "Jo is right. We were all extremely comfortable until you brought her here!" Kie retorts. "Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Sarah finally argues back. "Then leave." Kiara fires back. Sarah scoffs and turns to John B. "I told you." she states. He looks at her with a sorry look. "Told him what exactly? That you're a liar-" Sarah cuts Kie off. "No, that you're a shit talking bitch!" Sarah yells harshly. Jo stands up to stand beside Kie ready to defend her. "Oh shit!" Pope and JJ were placing bets behind the girls arguing. "You better watch your tone Sarah. You're not on figure eight anymore." Jo warns her. The girls start arguing as the boys continue to say who they think would win. "Everybody shut up!" John B finally yells causing everyone to stop and look at him. "Kie, you are my best friend right? Jo, I know you're just looking out for everybody and I love you for that." He then turns to Sarah. "And Sarah you're my-" he trails off awkwardly. Jo shakes her head and scoffs knowing what he's gonna say. "Say it." Sarah tells him with a small smile. "You're my girlfriend." he finally says. "She's your girlfriend now?" Kie asks. Jo shoots her a glance knowing she's about to start some shit. "What was all of that talk about you were just using her for information? Get the map and cut her loose?" Kie stirs shit with a smirk. Jo starts to feel bad for Sarah. "You said you were just using me?" Sarah asks sounding hurt. "No." John B answers lamely. "Yes you did." "You definitely said those things." "Quit lying to everyone John B!" Jo lectures. John B finally looks up at everyone. "Love just walked in alright." John B tells them. "Oh vomit." Kie comments. "Yea real cheesy dude." Jo inputs. "Listen you guys. It just happened. I didn't mean for it to, but I'm glad that it did. And I'm not gonna deny it." John B defends. "That is super corny." Pope whispers. "Look cut the bullshit, John B. If she's in then I'm out." Kie states. "I'm not doing this with you Kie! I can't." John B argues. "You're gonna have to decide." Kie argues back. "Well, I'm not going to!" John B calmly states. Kie scoffs. "I'm actually very interested, actually us or her?" Kie points between her and Jo. Jo raises her eyebrows when she realizes she's getting pulled back into the argument. "All of you." John B tells her firmly not breaking eye contact. "Oh." Pope commented. "Went for the Hail Mary." JJ commented back. Kie shakes her head and leaves the porch and heads for the dock. "I'm gonna leave. Let you all chat. Just let me know." Without another word or glance at them she leaves. JJ stands up. "Well I think you handled that beautifully." JJ comments sarcastically. Jo shakes her head at JJ before she turns to John B. "That was horrible! You ambushed us with her! How did you really expect Kie to react?" Jo lectures. "What about you? What is your opinion?" John B asks. Jo is walking towards the steps to go talk to Kie when she stops after hearing the question. She sighs and turns back around. "I think you're an idiot and you shouldn't have involved her this way. But I've never seen you look at another girl like that so I know your feelings are real. But what I don't trust is the other kooks hearing about it somehow." Jo states her opinion. "You mean like Rafe?" John B asks. "Yea like Rafe. If he finds out that we are on a treasure hunt, he will try to take it. I've known the boy for years. I know how he thinks. That is the main reason for not wanting Sarah around. Plus she hurt one of my best friends." Jo turns and walks off the porch to go comfort her best friend. Jo walks down onto the dock and sits down next to Kie. "I can't believe he would do this." Kie starts as she doesn't even hide that she's been crying. "He's a boy and he's an idiot. Enough said." Jo jokes. Kie chuckles softly. "You and I both know how this is gonna go. She's gonna get bored and leave John B and tell all the kooks about the gold." Kie accuses. "You may or may not be right. But the truth is we don't know how this is gonna turn out. I know that you had a bad experience with Sarah and it completely shattered you. But things are different now and maybe things are going to be how they’re supposed to be." Jo tries to reassure her best friend. "I don't ever wanna be her friend again." Kie tells her. "I know sweetie." Jo says as she pulls her into a hug. "I love you." Jo whispers to her. "I love you too." Kie answers. They pull away as Pope makes his way down the dock. "I'm gonna go you guys. I have a curfew tonight." she tells them. "Do you need me to drive you?" Kie asks. "Nah it's Ok. I can use the walk." she tells her.                                            ****************************************** Jo is lounging on her bed and it is dark out. She hears a motorbike, but doesn't think anything of it and continues to read her book. She hears a small tap on her window like something is hitting it. She stands up and goes to her window. She looks out and sees Rafe standing out in the yard and he looks like a mess. She sighs and has an argument with herself. She knows that she shouldn't have any communication with him at all. But she has always had a soft spot for the kook and she has a feeling she always will. She opens her window and holds up her finger in a hold-on motion. She shuts her window and opens her bedroom door. Everything is dark so she sneaks down the hallway and down the steps. She sees Topper sleeping on the couch watching something on the tv. She heads to the back patio door and opens it. She walks out onto the yard to where Rafe is standing. "What do you want? Topper is sleeping." Jo tells him. He looks like a lost puppy that doesn't know where to go. "I- I uh I don't have anywhere else to go tonight." he confesses to her. She shakes her head angrily. "Why come here Rafe?" she asks him. He looks nervous and at a loss for words. "I- uh I don't really know. You were just the first person I thought of." he admits. She wraps her sweater around her as a cool breeze passes through. "How did you even know I was here?" she asks him curiously. He shrugs his shoulders. " I didn't. I went to your mom's house first and she told me you were here." he tells her. "Oh." she says shortly. "Can I just stay here tonight?" he pleads with her. She looks shaken and doesn't know what to say. "I will be out of here first thing in the morning. I won't even try anything I promise." he tells her. "Yea, that's fine. Go down at the dock. I have some weed that we can smoke and you can tell me what happened." she tells him finally. He nods his head. "Ok. Thank you, Jo. I really appreciate it." he tells her. She gives him a small smile. "It's not a problem really." She turns and heads back into the house. She quietly rushes up to her room and grabs her favorite bowl, which happens to be the one he got for her birthday last year. She reaches into her small box and grabs her baggie. She stops to take a shaken deep breath. She knows that she is probably making a big mistake in letting him stay, but nobody ever called her smart. She quietly races back down the hall and down the stairs until she snuck out the door. She quietly walks down the dock and sees him sitting on the edge. "Hey." she greets as she sits down next to him. He watches her as she pulls out the bowl and the weed. She packs it silently. "I can't believe you still use that." he comments. "Its a perfectly good bowl. I'm not just gonna throw it away." she tells him. "Do you use it with JJ?" he asks. She gives him a glare. "Don't start, or you can find somewhere else to sleep." She says before she lights the bowl and takes a hit. She feels the smoke fill her lungs as she holds it in and passes him the bowl. He doesn't say anything and hit the bowl. She finally lets out the smoke and coughs. "So why did your dad kick you out?" she asks him. He hesitates before he answers. "I fucked up." he simply tells her. "How bad?" she asks as he passes her back the bowl. She takes another hit and waits for him to answer. "I owed Barry money. I tried to take a watch from dad and he caught me." he confesses to her. She shakes her head. "I'm not gonna lecture you anymore because what you do isn't my business, but you're better than that Rafe. I wish you never met Barry." she tells him. He looks at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry Jo. For everything that I have done to you. You didn't deserve anything of what I put you through. I just don't want you to hate me." he tells her. She lets out a small gasp of surprise. She wasn't expecting him to apologize to her. "Thank you. That actually means a lot. And for the record I don't hate you. I honestly don't think I ever could." she says to him. He looks at her. "Yea well you mean a lot so-" he trails off. She gives him a small sad smile. "Can I ask you a question? What's going on between you and JJ?" he asks her. She gives him a hesitant look. "I don't know honestly." she tells him the truth. "I wanna tell you that I was completely jealous seeing you kiss JJ at Midsummers." Rafe confesses as he looks in her eyes. Her eyes widen slightly. "I'm sorry that I did that. It was just to make you mad." she confesses. "Well it worked." he says as he slightly starts to lean forward. Jo feels his breath on her lips and moves away.  "Are you ready to head in?" she asks him. He nods his head with a sad look. They stand up and she sneaks him back into the house. Once they're back in her room, she starts to get nervous and he can tell. "I can take the floor it's fine." he suggests. "Don't be silly. The bed is big enough." she tells him. She slides in on the right side and he nods before he slides in on the other side. They lay in silence before she finally decides to say something. "No." she says out loud. "No what?" he asks confused. "I don't use the bowl with JJ or anyone else. I've only ever used it with you." she confesses to him. His eyes widen. "Ok." he responds lamely.

[alexi-01]

all it took was a few years at McLaren for lando to go from

devil's juice? 😳 i could never 🤯 i am a good boy 😇 just say no kiddos 🙅‍♂️

to

is it over YET 🥴 i need a shot STAT 😤 max, hold my camera while i go drunkenly destroy the mcl36 with a golf club 😈

but hey at least he still has hair. we have to appreciate the small things in life sometimes

i am a lover of party lando as a party gal myself like yes please bring me the drunk content

also max better watch his back as he goes full on rage room on that car 😤

[mini-leafster]

Ooc: good job kiddo. That was the point where she was going to snap back into it and try to deceive Leafior. The tracker at this distance would be impossible to resist and if she could reach into her bag at any point Leafior would be stunlocked. Then Gb was going to take the gun and use it like a club. Pistol whipping as it could be called. Sympathy is not the correct way to deal with Golf Ball. At least not in this scenario. She's upset cause she got caught, not because she did anything bad.

-🌿

[She fell to her knees, looking at the corpse wide-eyed.]

[Leafior eventually ripped off GB's arm with whatever strength was left, taking back what's hers as she laid in the grass.]

[She couldn't help but cry a little. She'd just killed someone. Sure, she was trying to hurt her, but...]

.

..

...

I... I want to.... [Sniffle..] ..G—go back to Lollipop..

[She'd speak shakily, gathering her things as she choked on her own tears.]

[universalinfo]

Discovering Hawaii: 5 Family-Friendly All-Inclusive Resorts You Must Visit

Let's be honest: when you think about a family vacation, the enchanting shores of Hawaii are hard to beat. I mean, sun-kissed beaches, mouth-watering food, and the adventures. Sounds great, right?

If you're up for the real deal, diving into the best all inclusive hotels in Hawaii can make your dream vacay an absolute breeze. Ready for the insider's scoop? Then, let’s take a look at five of the best options for your family vacation in Hawaii.

1. Four Seasons Resort Hualalai: Where Luxe Meets Local

Just saying the name "Four Seasons Resort Hualalai" feels like an escape, doesn't it? Perched gracefully on the Kona-Kohala coast, this resort seamlessly blends the warmth of Hawaiian aloha with world-class luxury.

For the golf enthusiasts in the family, the award-winning golf course will be your sanctuary, offering views that might just mess with your concentration. For the kiddos (and honestly, adults too), you’ve got a choice of seven pools. Each of them promises a unique experience, so whether you want a serene dip or some splashy fun, there’s a spot for you.

As for food, prepare for a culinary journey. Remember, over 75% of the food served here is sourced straight from Hawaii Island. So every bite feels like a true Hawaiian embrace. And when the day winds down, retreat to your cozy room in an intimate two-story bungalow. Can you hear the waves already?

2. Turtle Bay Resort: North Shore's Finest

If you've heard tales of O‘ahu's North Shore, they probably didn't do justice to what Turtle Bay Resort brings to the table. Spread over nearly 1,300 acres, this resort is a slice of untouched paradise with historic vibes.

Mornings here could start with a calming walk on five miles of pristine coastline or perhaps with a family hike on one of the twelve miles of trails that promise breathtaking views. Given its expansive space, there’s always a private spot waiting, whether you’re a sunrise enthusiast or a sunset chaser.

Once you’ve soaked in the natural beauty, the resort pulls you back with promises of holistic dining, drawing inspiration from native culinary traditions. And if you're itching for some off-site adventures, Turtle Bay’s location is unbeatable. From the ancient stories of Waimea Valley to the iconic surf breaks that have shaped legends, you're in the heart of it all.

3. Aston Kaanapali Shores: Your Home Away from Home

Beachfront beauty is one thing, but Aston Kaanapali Shores takes it up a notch. Nestled on the golden sands of Kaanapali Beach, this resort is a confluence of comfort and Hawaiian charm.

Every suite feels like a home, and they all include complete kitchens. So if you ever fancy whipping up a quick family breakfast or a midnight snack, you're all set. And for those who prefer being pampered, the in-resort dining, especially at The Beach Club Restaurant, promises island flavors that’ll dance on your taste buds.

But what truly sets this place apart is its cultural heartbeat. Throughout the week, the resort is alive with traditional activities. From hula lessons that’ll get your hips swaying to ukulele tunes that’ll have you humming along, there’s a slice of Hawaii waiting to be discovered. And if you're in the mood for some retail therapy, their Thursday Craft Fair is a treasure trove of local crafts and keepsakes.

4. The Royal Sonesta Kaua'i Resort Lihue: A Royal Hawaiian Retreat

Step into a world where luxury intertwines with the genuine spirit of the Garden Isle. The Royal Sonesta Kaua'i Resort Lihue is a sight to behold, with Kalapaki Beach as its picturesque backdrop. If the name alone doesn't give you a hint of the majestic experience ahead, the resort itself surely will.

Fresh from a whopping $50 million upgrade, every nook and corner of this place radiates charm and sophistication. Each guestroom and suite has been meticulously revamped to offer guests a stay that's nothing short of royal. Imagine waking up to the gentle sound of waves and the sight of the golden sun rising over Kalapaki Bay. Sounds dreamy, right?

Beyond the confines of your room, adventure awaits. Whether you're teeing off at the adjacent Jack Nicklaus championship golf course or unwinding with a sumptuous spa treatment, every moment here feels like a celebration. And oh, for the foodies, the on-site restaurants promise a culinary journey that’s as enchanting as Kauai itself.

5. Hilton Waikoloa Village: Dive into Island Grandeur

Ever dreamt of a place where vastness meets vibrancy? That's Hilton Waikoloa Village for you. One of the world's largest and most splendid resorts, it's a veritable playground of Hawaiian wonders. Nestled amidst a beautiful expanse that includes lagoons, pools, water slides, and more, this is where "larger than life" meets the "aloha spirit".

The guest rooms here are more than just accommodations: they’re a promise of restful nights with dreams filled with Hawaiian lore. As you wander around the resort, you're bound to stumble upon a plethora of restaurants and bars, each offering unique flavors and vibes. From tropical cocktails to hearty Hawaiian meals, your taste buds are in for a treat.

And if the resort's internal charm wasn't enough, its location amplifies its allure. With every sunrise and sunset, the surrounding landscapes narrate tales as old as time, reminding you that while the resort might be a man-made marvel, it's nature that truly holds the magic wand.

Dreams and Wishes Travel: Your Dream Vacation Architects

Planning a vacation is exciting, but let’s be real: it can also be a tad overwhelming. Enter Dreams and Wishes Travel, the fairy godparents of travel planning. These folks are more than just travel agents; they're weavers of dream vacations.

The process is refreshingly personal. It starts with them genuinely wanting to know about your dream vacation. Whether you're all about that all inclusive hotels luxury or a cruise across azure waters, they're all ears. Armed with your wishes, they go to work, crafting itineraries that resonate with your vision.

What stands out about Dreams and Wishes is the sheer attention to detail. They don’t just hand you an itinerary; they gift you an experience. From booking the coziest rooms to reserving that exclusive dinner table, they've got you covered. And with their special app, every detail of your vacation is literally at your fingertips. 

Travel snafus? Fret not. A quick call or email, and your travel guardian angels are right there to assist.

Conclusion

So there we have it, folks: some of the finest all-inclusive hotels in Hawaii. Each one of them radiates a unique charm, a whisper of the islands' enchanting tales, promising memories that'll be cherished for a lifetime. And with Dreams and Wishes Travel by your side, the journey becomes as seamless as the Hawaiian horizon. For more details visit us at https://www.dreamswishestravel.com/.

So pack those bags, grab your family, and set your sights on the Hawaiian skies. After all, paradise awaits, and it’s brimming with the Aloha spirit.