#like dude I don’t want to deal with this at least don’t admit it next time

[zonotrichia-albicollis]

Giant personal vent time

This guy stole somewhere between 3 to 6 MILLION dollars from my grandmother by conning my great aunt into signing over her estate and medical & financial power of attorney to him literally on her death bed

I and my aunt have been working basically a whole second job the last 3 months trying to get together a legal case to go after this guy. And now my grandma wants to drop it. And no one else has standing so what the fuck can we do.

This man has absolutely done this to other ppl before, there is no doubt in my mind. I’ve seen his property records for just what’s publicly available in my county and it’s sketchy as hell. I am never going to get over this but there’s nothing I can do.

Gonna put like a million more thoughts in the tags because I’m losing my fucking mind.

[hairenya]

Please stop coming to my class high af we can all tell it’s embarrassing

[ellisgirlfriend]

pure love ﾟ☾ ﾟ(audio)

ʚ♡ɞ childhood friend!ellie x reader

cw: weed, drinking, ellie is jealous, nsfw (ellie receiving), oral (ellie receiving), fingering (ellie receiving)

wc: 6,646

You and Ellie were always inseparable since little kids, it was rather easy to become Ellie’s friend since she seemed so cold to everyone else.

At first, you tried your best to talk to her since she lived right next to you and you were always a talkative kid but of course, it didn’t go as well with Ellie, she always tried to end the conversation after a few words and go home, but as time went by she seemed different, still irritated with your behavior but she never left you, she was always waiting for you in the same exact place, knowing that you’ll go outside to chat with her, you were so happy to find out about that, jumping around your room and going to tell your parents as fast as you could. After that it was history, just sweet moments with you and Ellie, playing in your mom’s garden in the weekend, sleepovers and everything friends do at that age, those were the best years of your life, living carefree without any stress, always with your best friend, you sometimes wished you were still so young, so innocent. But of course, reality was hitting you, especially college, you didn’t even have the time for Ellie and it was hurting your heart a bit too much for your liking, you tried your best to ignore it, to just study for these stupid exams and just get them over with.

That wasn’t the only reason you wanted to be young again though, maybe at that time the feelings were easier, everything was easier, you didn’t want to admit it for a long time but you’ve always had a crush on Ellie, when you were a kid too, you weren’t sure but you were so attached to her from the start and you’ve only just realized it now how clingy you were with her even as kid, that thought made you blush from the embarrassment, asking yourself if Ellie noticed that behavior, if she thought it was weird or something, or maybe she didn’t even care, you don’t really know which one hurt the most.

Sitting at your desk, you sighed deeply, you couldn’t study, mind full of stupid thoughts about Ellie, you’ve always wondered if she really thinks about you as much as you do, looking up at the ceiling, already in your own thoughts, you heard a soft knock on the door, you almost didn’t hear it, as you slowly turn your head to the door, you heard another knock, slightly harder this time.

You get up from your black chair, approaching the door as you try not to remember your thoughts you just had now. You open the door softly and you were welcomed by Ellie’s presence, of course, you two were always hanging out like everyday so this wasn’t something new, you tried not to show your sadness so she doesn’t question you about it, you tiredly smile, gesturing your hand to your messy bed.

“Tired already, dude?” Ellie said while walking inside your dorm room, analyzing the clutter all over your small desk, she was trying to notice everything, always observant of you.

The nickname always bugged you, it wasn’t a big deal, Ellie always used it on anyone, but you wanted to feel special, especially since you two were so close, it hurt to hear her say it, you wanted to hear her call your name softly, or at least a simple pet name, something. 'Were you always this needy?' you thought. You sighed deeply, trying to answer her question before making her suspicious,

“Mhm, tried to study but I have a bad headache soo…” you quietly say while looking at the ground, Ellie is already sitting on your bed, feeling comfortable as always, she notices your awkwardness but she only assumed that you’re pretty tired. Out of nowhere she changed her voice to a softer one, gently patting the space on the bed next to her, and you complied.

“Why don’t we watch something 'till you fall asleep, I don’t mind” she quietly says in a soft voice while looking at your tired eyes, waiting patiently for your answer. You nod, you didn’t have the energy to study nor to talk to Ellie about anything because you knew deep down that you will confess to her about your hidden feelings, you were not ready to be rejected tonight or any day really. You switch off the lights as Ellie was browsing something for you two to watch, you sat next to her afterwards, feeling her warmth against your cold skin, making you slightly tremble. You try to think of something else, anything while watching the movie that Ellie chose but your mind always drifted to her presence being so close to you.

It wasn’t something new, you and Ellie always stayed very close to each other, it felt rather safe to feel her skin touching yours, especially when you weren’t feeling your best, but after thinking about your feelings for this girl, the skin on skin touch felt a bit different this time. You tried to move a bit, Ellie always noticed things about you, even though she was focused on the movie, she could feel your awkwardness somehow. She bumped her shoulder into yours, wanting to make you speak up about your mood, you try to hide it from her, slightly humming so it seemed that you were too focused watching the movie or whatever it was, you didn’t even know. Ellie wasn’t happy with the 'answer' so she stopped the movie, sitting up slightly while she was analyzing your face, you tried to avoid her gaze, looking around the room awkwardly.

“Why did you stop the movie?” You softly say, her tone was a bit louder than yours which made you look at her.

“Well, tell me what the fuck is wrong with you first?” She sarcastically said, still looking at you. You have been caught, it was hard to hide your emotions from her, so you tried to come up with a lie about the sadness inside your heart, but at the same time her tone of voice pissed you off, she pissed you off so much sometimes, always so friendly to you. You wanted something else. Yes, she was always a good, caring friend but you wanted another type of caring, her question irritated you for no reason, Ellie was just trying to lighten the mood with a little bit of her usual friendly aggression but it still made you irritated. Your lips were moving without realizing, making the conversation into an awkward one: “Nothing, dude.” you never called Ellie that, it wasn’t your thing, you could clearly see Ellie’s expression changing into a confused one, realizing that you are not in a good mood. She was a bit annoyed but you couldn’t really tell, she was so hard to read sometimes even though you knew her so much. It made you smile a bit, realizing that maybe you pushed a button, you didn’t want to sound stupid but maybe you had a chance, a bit of hope blooming into your heart.

“What did you just call me?” she said in an upset tone, almost mocking this conversation. Suddenly, the air in the room became thicker. “What? You always call me that” you sarcastically say, she looked at you with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I don’t know where this is coming from but what’s gotten into you? If you're mad at me just say so and stop acting like a stupid kid.”

The name offended you, yeah, maybe you were acting a bit childish but you couldn’t stop the petty feeling inside your stomach. So, your mouth still moved without realizing what you were doing, overwhelmed after all these years. “You were the one mad because I called you a stupid nickname, I was just telling that I’m okay but you changed the subject to this shit.” You confidently said, making Ellie even more irritated than she was earlier, “Something’s clearly off about you.” She softly said. “What, you don’t like the little name I gave you?” You finally said it, you were so curious about the small outburst she just had...maybe she felt the same?

Ellie looked at you dead in the eyes. “No fucking shit, of course I don’t like it.” she exhaled sharply before continuing, “Can’t you see it, dumbass? I’m behaving like this because you just called me “dude”, connect the dots.”

You quietly took a deep breath, feeling your heart exploding in your chest, you didn’t want to assume anything but it was clear, too clear that she liked you as well, still, you were scared to say it, there was a small chance that this wasn’t what she was talking about.

“What?” you breathless said, feeling overwhelmed by her presence and what she just said, the air felt even thicker, suffocating your lungs. Ellie almost didn’t hear you, you hear another sigh from her side, suddenly, you feel her getting up from the bed, not even bothering to switch on the lights. She looked down at you and with a slightly forced monotone voice she said “Never mind, this is going nowhere.”

“What do you mean?” you say, louder this time for her to hear you, you were so confused. “This wasn’t the subject to begin with so let’s cut it out, okay?” She moved her gaze from your eyes, looking at the wooden door before opening her mouth again “I’m leaving, just… take some painkillers for your headache and sleep.” Before she could touch the door knob, you interrupt her, “Why are you leaving? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to sound so childish but I promise I'm okay, Ells. I was just…tired from studying so I exploded, I guess?" you awkwardly laugh, waiting for her to come back to sit next to you, you somehow felt guilty, you didn’t want to seem too mad and ruin the whole mood but you couldn’t help it anymore. Ellie heard your sad tone, she bit her lip while opening the door, leaving you alone without saying anything back.

You were shocked to say the least, you didn’t expect this to turn into some kind of argument, you felt so bad, you ruined the whole mood just because of your silly feelings. You should just put those behind, but still you couldn’t take off your mind from what your friend said, 'connect the dots'? Maybe she did like you back, just maybe. You shakily sighed, reaching for your phone from the edge of the bed, texting Ellie 'good night', like usual. You tried to fall asleep with your phone right next to your head, waiting for Ellie's response.

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The sun painted your features while you tried to wake up from the dream you were having. After some time, you managed to wake up, stretching your body while slowly getting up from the bed. You do your usual routine, you needed extra time because, you looked like hell, messy hair and purpleish eye bags, it was obvious why you were having such a rough morning. Ellie was still in your mind rent free, you couldn’t wait to talk to her, you always hated arguing with her over anything, you couldn’t even be mad for a whole day because your heart was screaming at you to just make up (and make out)! You were just that type of person.

After a long cold shower you reach for your phone to see if Ellie at least left you on seen, which she did. It made you smile a bit, she wasn’t completely ignoring you, you still don’t know why she left so suddenly. You could have just talked about the whole thing, maybe even confess. It was Saturday so you felt a bit better, you could just relax from all this stress before the big exams hit you again. You sigh from the thought, after a while, you went to put some clothes on to get some coffee because you were already looked dead enough.

After throwing on some clothes without thinking too much about it, you were on your way to the small coffee shop near campus. Taking slow steps and enjoying the warm weather of spring around you, before realizing, you were already in front of the shop. Out of nowhere, you feel a slight touch on your shoulder, you slowly turn your head to the person, it was Dina, Ellie’s friend. You and her were pretty close but not that close, she was also in one of your classes so it was pretty common to see her around your dorm room, asking for your help on anything really. You warmly smiled at her, you weren’t in the mood but you didn’t want to show it to her right now.

“Hello..” you softly said while she looks at you with a smile.

“Hey, saw you around here, just wanted to say hi.” you nod at her, while gesturing to her to sit down with you at some table around the shop. When you finally found some empty seats she began to speak again in a more serious tone.

“Is everything okay with Ellie?” She curiously asked, it was weird to talk about Ellie without her being here but at the same time you were curious to see her behavior after the conversation you two had.

“Kinda, she was a bit mad yesterday because of me but..” you said while looking around the shop, feeling embarrassed to remember the petty argument.

“I don’t know if I should be in-between you two but…” she stopped before continuing “she was acting, I don’t know, cold? Ignoring me and stuff and I know that you two are very close friends so my mind went to you immediately.”

“This is very stupid but I tried to annoy her with calling her, uh” you wanted to punch yourself, this was so stupid to say out loud, you cringed for a bit before finishing the sentence, “I called her “dude, bro”, can’t remember but I usually don’t do that and she got kinda annoyed with my behavior.” you wince after confessing.

“It was stupid of me to start this but I was a bit annoyed already and yeah…” you looked at Dina, embarrassed. You felt like a teenager. You received a snort from the other side, you quickly look up at her.

“That’s it? Damn.” She still laughed while you look at her even more embarrassed.

“I thought it was a lot more serious by her reaction, lord.” she said.

“Just talk to her, I don’t why she got mad because of that but you can’t ignore her, you know.” She finally changed her facial expression into a more serious one. You try to talk while she shuts you down with her voice."Well it’s kinda obvious why she got mad but you’re her best friend, you should know.” She smiled afterwards, leaning against the small table while analyzing your reaction. You realized what she was trying to tell you, you looked at your feet under the table, trying to avoid this subject at the moment.

“I don’t think I do.” You softly said.

Dina knows Ellie as much as you do, they were kinda close friends, they met in the first year of college but they connected easily afterwards, which was surprising to you since it was kinda hard for Ellie to make any real friends. That’s why you knew you could trust Dina.

After getting no answer out of you, Dina exhaled while trying to change the subject to lighten the mood between you two.

“Just try to talk to her, it’s not even that deep.” she finally ended it with that sentence, receiving a soft sigh from you.

“If you feel too awkward to do it today I can make up an excuse to have a movie night with you, Ellie and maybe Jesse, boom!” she said while waiting for your approval."

“Nothing too awkward, right? Just usual friends shit.” She said.

“True…but I’m not in your friend group, so..” you trailed off, you might be really good friends with her but other than that you are pretty much alone, yeah, you spoke with Dina sometimes because of the classes you shared but it wasn’t that important to you.

“You’re Ellie's friend, it works, plus we should really hang out more.” she said while smiling warmly, grabbing your hand to give it a little squeeze, you finally gave in, accepting her help, also thanking her for the whole effort put into this. You were sure it was going to be awkward but you hoped for the best, exactly how Dina said, it wasn’t that deep.

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After some time talking to Dina, you decided to go back to your room to get ready. The others agreed to the little party, which made you relived. You thought Ellie wasn't going to agree after hearing that you are going to be there too. You planned to relax for a bit before putting on some nice clothes, you wanted to look good at least, the crush wasn’t going away, that’s for sure.

After some hours, you could call yourself ready, for a second, you looked at your reflection, you looked decent. The make up made your features stand out even more, you softly smiled at your reflection, feeling a bit more confident about you seeing Ellie looking like this. You didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted to impress her for no reason. You quietly sighed before taking out your phone to text Dina, she answered you quickly, telling you that everyone is already here. After you saw her message, you quickly reached the door knob to leave your room. Feeling anxious to see the girl, you bit your lip out of nervousness while your legs move quickly to Dina’s dorm room, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling.

When you reach the wooden door, you took a deep breath before gently knocking, in under a minute, Dina welcomed you with a smile while gesturing to sit on her orange couch. You silently enter the room and immediately, you gaze goes to Ellie, she was wearing some casual clothing, as usual, while she was sharing a joint with two men. Your expression changed drastically to a confused one, you thought only Jesse will be here? You already didn’t know him that well, you couldn’t really bear with another stranger in the room, the feeling of nervousness already hugging your heart, quickly, you feel Dina’s warmth next to you, telling you that she forgot to mention that another friend of hers was coming to this. You tried to be polite with her decision but you still felt slightly agitated since you weren’t really used to new people. Dina saw your expression and she gently smiled, whispering an apology into your ear, also telling you that she didn’t want to ditch this friend since she was already planning on going out with him but she totally forgot, you understand her nevertheless. It wasn’t a big deal anyway so you just patted her shoulder as a thank you for her concerns.

You sit on the couch next to Ellie and the group while Dina was making some drinks for you. You felt Ellie's body tense up when she realized that she's next to you, it was so weird to see her uneasy around you, it kinda hurt. The others began to talk to you, asking if you want to smoke too, you quickly nod, you had to find a reason to escape this knot inside your stomach. You wrapped your fingers around the joint, taking a small hit, before exhaling the smoke into the air, trying not to cough because of the strong scent filling up the tiny room.

"I haven’t seen you around the campus. Freshman?" the stranger quickly strikes up a conversation with you, easing up the awkwardness between you and Ellie. While she was watching you from the corner of her eye, waiting for you to finally talk and hear your honey like voice.

“Not really, I just don’t go to parties.” you simply said, still feeling nervous.

“A shame, I’m Liam by the way.” he said, you felt a bit icky by his comment, hoping he was not flirting with you, it was the last thing you wanted to happen tonight.

“Not for me, I like to spend my time with close friends so this is new.” you continued, feeling a bit awkward by Liam’s sudden curiosity about you, softly playing with your fingers while he was analyzing you very closely that you could feel it inside your bones. The tension breaks when Dina comes holding some glasses, she gently places them on the small round table in front of everyone while she sits on the carpet, the couch was obviously too small.

“Leave the poor girl alone, you're making her shy.” Dina warned Liam, noticing his gaze on your figure. The stranger puts his arms up in defense, apologizing sarcastically, you could feel Ellie’s eyes roll which made you slightly flush in your seat. Luckily for you it was warm inside the tiny room, at least you had an excuse.

You began to relax a bit after a few puffs and a bit of alcohol hitting your system, you weren’t drunk, that’s for sure but at least you could feel a bit comfortable under Ellie’s gaze eating you alive. You try to make conversation with anyone in the room but her, it was harder than you thought. Dina could see the tension between you two, at the end of the day, she made this small party just for you two to make up at some point. She thinks for a bit before she speaks louder than everyone else.

“How about we play a game? We can’t just drink for free.” she smirks. She slowly gets up while you watch her going to the kitchen, after some time, she comes back with an empty water bottle, she places it on the small table right in the middle. You already knew where this is going, especially when you saw the water bottle in her hands, you nervously look at her while everyone but Liam is rolling their eyes at this stupid game.

“Are we 12? The fuck is this?” Ellie finally speaks after an hour of not even saying a word, it was weird to hear her voice after almost 2 days, you could already feel yourself blush, even more deeper than the last time.

“Yeah, yeah, didn’t ask. It can be fun, if you want it to be, so…” Dina says while grabbing the bottle, and spinning it on the table without even asking the others if they want to play, you softly chuckle at her. The empty bottle landed on Jesse, he just looks at it, confused by this game.

“Truth or dare, c'mon.” Dina says, waiting for his answer.

“I’m not doing this…” he quietly says while sighing, already feeling a bit tipsy but nevertheless he continues to play “…truth, I guess.” Dina smiles widely, making a thinking face, being a little too dramatic for this, when she finally knows something to ask, she softly gasps. “Why did you decide to get back together with me?” Dina says quietly this time, feeling a bit weird asking this personal question in front of everyone. Jesse was looking at her shocked, a soft blush on his face while he was thinking, feeling a bit embarrassed by the other's eyes looking at him.

“Because it was a stupid reason to break up, like usual…” he stops, thinking deeply for an answer “I knew we were better than that and I wanted to try it again since I trust you.” He finishes it off without telling any details about the break-up, you were a bit curious but you didn’t want to be nosy about it since you weren’t that close to them. You still smiled at the sweet moment in front of you, Dina tried to be casual about it but you could see her genuine smile under her act. After a few moments, Dina spins the bottle once again, landing on you, you looked at the bottle, nervously thinking of what you should choose, it wasn’t a big deal but you still felt a little knot inside your stomach. “Truth!” you say, still looking at Ellie sneakily to see any reactions from her, you really wanted to talk to her. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jesse’s loud voice, “Let me think..” He says while leaning on the couch thinking of something, “Do you like someone?” You freeze when you felt Ellie’s green eyes on you, impatient with the long wait, you fidget with your fingers, thinking of a safe answer, but you still wanted to say the truth. Maybe it’s time to give a little sign to the girl next to you, it didn’t need to be specific so you were safe.

After some time, you nod, feeling Ellie tense next to you, it wasn’t allowed to ask anything else so the game continued. You could tell that Ellie's confused by your answer. She thought that you didn’t like anyone, since you two always told each other everything, it made you a smile a little, finally getting a reaction out of her.

The game continued for a bit, and finally the bottle landed on Liam, the stranger, he confidently chose dare, he was the first one to do so. Dina was feeling a bit braver because of the alcohol so she asked him to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Oh, no. Dina didn’t know if this was a good idea but the tension between you and Ellie was getting under her skin, like just talk to each other? It was clear that you two like each other, but you were the only ones who didn’t see it.

When Liam heard the dare, he looked straight to you, you felt his gaze, already feeling tense about this. You didn’t want it but it was just a simple dare at the end of day, you didn’t want to ruin the mood in the room so you just went with the flow and with whatever Dina was doing right now. You could feel him getting closer to you while Ellie was watching the whole thing silently, after a few seconds, you could see his face clearly, a bit dazed by the weed, looking at you lustily without feeling any shame that everyone is watching his every move. Without even asking, he puts his hand on yours and pecks your lips, you almost wanted to throw up after you felt his lips again, wanting to kiss you properly. You firmly pushed him away, receiving a whine from him, he did too out of nowhere, it made you even more uncomfortable but you still tried to ignore the feeling.

“The dare said one kiss.” you say, while Dina grabs Liam’s shirt, putting him in place. Liam rolled his eyes, sitting silently on the couch, while you look at the carpet under your feet. You felt a bit embarrassed by this whole thing, especially by Liam’s reaction, it made you feel unpleasant. So, after a few rounds you excused yourself to the bathroom, telling everyone that you feel a bit sick because of the alcohol. Nobody's suspicious, other than Ellie.

You reach the small bathroom, washing your red face with some cold water to wake you up, afterwards you grab the small towel and you bury your face in it. The door opens quietly, you turn your gaze to the person, when you see Ellie in front you, you softly smile. You couldn’t wait anymore, you just wanted to hear her voice, you were so used to seeing her everyday, hearing her everyday, it was such a hard task not to do those things with her.

You didn’t get any answer from her, she quickly gets closer to you, analyzing your face, everything. You look up at her, feeling overwhelmed under her strong gaze. She opens her mouth after a while: “Are you okay?” She gently says, receiving a reassuring smile from you, Ellie sighs, putting her hands inside her pocket out of nervousness before speaking again “It was obvious that you were uncomfortable in there, you shouldn’t have let that dick touch you.” She says, a bit irritated than the last time."

“Well it was a dare, plus I didn’t want to ruin the whole mood.” you say.

“Who cares about that? I wanted to punch that asshole the first time he talked to you, don’t care about the mood.” she sternly says, her comment made your heart flutter a bit, you try to ignore the feeling, too distracted by her face, you softly counted every freckle on her face, she was so pretty, you thought.

“Are you even listening? Think about your well being, not the others’” she speaks a bit louder this time, waking you up from your thoughts, you try to hide your blush from her through your hair.

“Thank you for being so caring but I’m fine.” you finally looked up at her, reassuring her that you’re okay after all of this.

“He clearly flirted with you too.” Ellie says annoyed, still focused on her thoughts, pressing on the subject. You look away from her, you didn’t want to piss her even more. She sees your reaction, she couldn’t quite figure it out what you were thinking, so she assumed the worse, feeling herself getting even more irritated than she already was.

“You didn’t have a problem with that?” she insisted, your eyes lock with hers, sensing her jealousy in the air.

“Are you jealous?” you felt a bit braver than the last few hours.

“No.” she quickly says, which made you a bit sad but you try to hide it, you still wanted to press on the matter exactly how she was doing.

“Then stop asking me things.” you say in a serious tone, which makes Ellie clench her hands inside her pockets.

“I won’t stop, I need to know. I’m your friend.” she says

“Why? It’s not that important, no need to get mad.” you switch your attitude a bit, talking too much for your own good.

“It’s important for me then.” she sternly says, before sighing, she couldn’t hold it anymore not when she had you like this, in this situation, she was too jealous.

“You think I can hold myself together when I see that fucker get closer to you? Even breathe next to you? I can feel a knot in my stomach, I wanted to rip his arms out so he can’t touch you like that.” she finally says it, letting her anger take control of her. You look at her, shocked, you couldn’t believe your ears. You seriously thought you were just in one of your dreams about her. Your drunk mind can’t process this right.

"...Huh?" you wanted to pinch yourself, to check if this is actually reality and not some fantasy of yours. Ellie began leaning closer to you, making you back away until your body gently hit the sink. You tried to gaze somewhere else other than her pink chapped lips, but you failed miserably.

"You're drunk.." you mutter, if she was gonna steal your first kiss it might as well be a genuine one, not one that you forget about next morning. But still, you couldn't really resist much longer, your whole body felt hot as her gaze pierced your lips, you could feel her getting closer to your ear.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered simply, making you shiver.

This was the last straw for you, you grabbed her collar and pulled her closer to you, making your lips smash into eachother. The kiss felt so relieving, after all these years of pining for her, daydreaming and dreaming about how her hands would feel on your waist, the way her body felt against yours and her scent. It was driving you crazy, you wanted to feel her fingers and mouth on your body, you wanted her to mark your skin and make you scream of pleasure.

You felt her tongue brush against your teeth, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, you let out a whimper as you open your mouth slightly for her. The kiss gets messy, you feel saliva on your chin and her hands touching every inch of your body. You wanted more.

"Please, I wanna feel you." you whine quietly. You wonder how much time is left before anyone checks up on you, you've been here for quite a while. "Who's stopping you, babe? I'm all yours." Ellie says as she takes your hand and slips it under her shirt. You grab Ellie by her hips and switch places, now she's pinned against the sink. You take a quick look at her and realize how fucking hot this all is, strands of her hair were sticking to her face because of the sweat, her collarbones were showing a bit, you might've pulled on her collar a bit too much, she had rose tinted cheeks and she was looking at you with lust-filled eyes. She was so sexy.

You nibble at her neck and lick your way down to her collarbone, as you grab her waist. She grunts, clearly enjoying this as she grabs your hair and pulls gently, and wow, that felt good. You positioned your knee between her legs, supported by the cupboard under the sink. She lets out a low moan, surprised by the sudden contact. You cup her chin and kiss her again passionately as she grinds against your leg.

"F-Fuck, keep going..." she uttered, interrupting her heavy breathing. You grab her hips, moving her forward and backwards, creating friction as she slowly puts her arms around you , nuzzling your neck, when suddenly: "Hey, I've been holding it in forever!" Dina yells as she bangs at the door. Shit.

You gently fix Ellie's collar and she fixes your hair for you as you awkwardly mutter an 'oops' and then you reach for the doorknob. As the door opened, Dina's expression changes from annoyed to smug real fast. She definitely noticed our breathlessness and flush on our cheeks.

"Go home," she whispered "I'll make up an excuse for you." You were so gonna get made fun of for doing this in her tiny bathroom for the next week...or months...years? Ellie grabs your wrist and drags you to the front door quietly, you yelled out a 'bye' as you hurriedly leave the dorm room. Luckily, her room is just a few rooms away from Dina's, how convenient.

You both enter the room and get straight to it, as the door shuts behind you, Ellie kisses you aggressively. As you made out, you quickly found yourselves on the bed, breathless and really horny.

"Ellie...I- I wanna see you." you mutter during the pauses between your kisses, and Ellie fulfilled your wish fast, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. As your eyes got used to the brightness, you notice her iconic galaxy themed bedsheets, you'll never get used to this.

"Pff- When are you gonna replace these?" you laugh, trying not to ruin the mood.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

And so, you obeyed. Things were getting heated and you couldn't wait anymore, you unzipped her jeans and tossed them on the floor while she was admiring you closely. You pinned her against the bed and slid your hand in her boxers, making her breath hitch. Suddenly, your confidence drops drastically. You've never done this before. Ellie noticed the change in your demeanor and stopped.

"This is your first time, right?" she asked calmly. "Want me to top?"

You totally forgot that she actually knows what she's doing, you buried the fact that she's done this with other people deep in your mind. You were extremely jealous, you wanted to be special to her, to be the only one she did this with.

"Ah, no- I- I wanna to make you feel good." you stammered, embarrassed.

"You sure? I don't wanna for-" she gets cut off by the sudden feeling of your fingers teasing her cunt. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together as you started to rub you fingertips gently around her clit. She was so sensitive and aroused, it was almost pathetic. You paused for a bit to take your blouse off, it was way too hot in here. You quickly slid her boxers off too and lifted Ellie's shirt up to reveal her pale, freckled skin. You slowly trailed soft kisses down her stomach, you could feel her eyes watching your every move as you slowly pushed her legs apart.

You were so nervous, you could feel your hands shaking. The alcohol was starting to wear off, this was definitely not a dream. Trying to steady your breathing, you admired her body and looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed, filled with anticipation, she looked so vulnerable and fragile.

You slowly tease her with your tongue, licking everything but her sweetspot as she squirms under you. As you continue teasing her she starts getting visibly impatient, grabbing your hair and forcing your tongue to apply more pressure.

"Come on, stop fucking teasing me." she whined. You softly chuckled when suddenly you grabbed her thighs and spread them out more, making her gasp. Without any warning, you start eating her out. Ellie couldn't help but moan at the sudden change in intensity, one of her hand grasping a lock of your hair as the other one covered her face.

You glance up to look at her and for a minute you pause : "Don't hide your face." She silently nods and interlocks your hand with yours and you continue to stimulate her. After a while of getting her wet, you finally slowly insert a finger inside of her, making her slightly arch her back. You look at her, silently asking for permission to move and she nods desperately. You slowly start moving, trying to find the right spot and after a while you hear a sudden gasp and her tightening around your finger. You smirk proudly, then add another finger. You start moving faster and faster, her breathing was getting heavier as your other hand grabbed her breast, teasing it.

Her moans became more and more loud, it was driving you crazy. You could feel her getting closer by the way she was squeezing you with her thighs.

"'m gonna cum...please- I- I love you so fucking mu-" she manages to blurt out. The sudden confession made you so riled up, you began to pound your fingers into her faster until the wave of pleasure washed over her.

After her breathing started steadying, you slowly removed your fingers and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I've been waiting to hear that for years...I love you too, Ellie" you whisper.

''Fuck...me too, you should've told me earlier.'' she says while she tries to shakily hug you, holding you even closer to her warm body. You smile in her neck, sighing in relief. Ellie still continues to pour her heart out to you; ''Since we were teenagers, I've always dreamed of this moment..but I was scared to tell you, I didn't even know if you like girls.'' she says, you finally face her, pecking her pink lips. ''I'm sorry, I was stupid, if I told you earlier..'' she looks at you lovingly but at the same time a bit sad that it took her so long. You couldn't care about the past, you were so happy that the feelings were finally mutual. You grab her face, kissing her passionately to shut her up while muttering into her kiss.

''It's okay, we have each other now." you quietly say while the moon watches over you.

author’s note: if this doesn’t get popular I’m going to hang myself. ☺️

[zeevawyte]

Ok so, this is so far outside my usual stuff it’s insane, but this literally won't leave my brain and I don't know if I have time to write it so-

RadioApple fic idea under the cut:

TW: blood, mentions of cannibalism (it's Alastor, duh), semi-unsafe dom/sub (no actual sex), sub drops

Starts out your normal "stop interfering with my relationship with my daughter & you can have a snack whenever you want" kinda deal, with Alastor taking full advantage of the fact that he's got the most powerful being in hell at his mercy. Dude has a serious power trip the first time, & between that and the taste is hooked immediately.

And of course Luci isn't exactly complaining. Other than the occasional jumpscare via shadow, it hasn't been too bad. Kind of enjoyable actually, not that he'd ever admit that to the demon's face. And it's not like he hasn't been tied up or held down before either.

But then during one of their ‘meetings’ he ends up going into sub space on accident… and it keeps happening.

This wouldn't be a problem except Alastor (for obvious reasons) has literally zero information/knowledge about that sort of thing. And, being the dramatic asshole that he is, enjoys getting the last word and leaving without a backwards glance. Which means he's not there when Luci drops.

Hard.

But it's fine! He's fine! He's the King of Hell, he doesn't need some sinner to help him deal with the consequences of an arrangement he proposed in the first place. He's totally fine on his own.

Except he's not.

He is very much not fine, and it starts to show. It gets so bad that one day Charlie actually asks him if he’s ok mid-conversation.

Enter Angel Dust.

Now, by this point Angel’s like 98% sure the two powerhouses are going at it. Alastor has been in a good mood for months now (coinciding suspiciously with the two of them not being at each other’s throats all the time - at least in public) & he’s seen Luci coming out of a room straightening his coat and hat on one of the upper floors. Not to mention the down-right flirty undertones to any barbs they shoot back and forth.

Husk agrees that something is going on but heavily doubts it’s what Angel thinks.

Determined to prove that he’s right, Angel starts wandering the upper floors or heading up just as Alastor heads down (subtly, he’s not an idiot). Anyway, he’s up there one day being nosy when he hears a crash from one of the rooms. He goes in only to find Lucifer on the floor, having tripped over a side table and knocked over a lamp, disheveled and absolutely shaking.

He recognizes what’s happening almost immediately (fuck you very much Val) and gathers the little king up onto the couch, helping him calm down until he doesn’t look like he’s going to either spontaneously start sobbing or throw up on the rug.

Luci is understandably embarrassed and tries to offer him a favor for his help, but Angel waves him off saying he’s been there & that Luci doesn’t owe him anything.

The next day when Lucifer is off doing something else, Angel grabs Alastor and all but drags him into a side room.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and short king, and frankly it’s none’a my business-”

“No, it isn’t. And if that really is all you wanted to speak with me about-”

“Shut up! I’m not jokin’ alright? I’m bein’ 100% serious. You’re fucking up big time, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even know it. So if you don’t want this whole thing to end in a big fuckin’ mess you need to listen to me.”

Cue a hilariously awkward conversation where an unusually serious Angel explains dom/sub dynamics and the effects/consequences therein to an incredibly-uncomfortable-but-desperately-not-showing-it Alastor.

It ends with something along the lines of

"And look, I don't know if you actually care about the guy or if it’s just about gettin’ your kicks, but honestly? It doesn't matter. You've got your whole gentleman thing right? Openin' doors for the ladies and shit?" *pokes him in the chest* "Well as a gentleman, you've dropped the fuckin' ball. Only self-centered dicks leave their sub to drop alone."

Now if there’s one thing Alastor will not abide, it’s a loss of manners. Being told he’s been unknowingly committing a social faux pas gets under his skin immediately. It itches at him. To the point that his smile almost slips. More than once.

He needs to fix it. As soon as possible.

He’s visibly twitchy the rest of the day.

Husk corners Angel to ask what the hell he said to Al, but only gets a vague, noncommittal answer about letting him know about some information he was missing.

And the next time he and Lucifer have a ‘meeting,’ Alastor stays.

[heuhuewaves]

is it casual now?

this fic is for the @harringrovesummerbingo 2024 event!

prompt: B1 "sitting in the dark"

summary: billy is forced to stick next to steve during a storm.

content warnings: internalized homophobia, angst, mentions of smut, casual by chappel roan inspiration

word count: 1.3k

Not enough light. Not enough space. Too much to say.

That’s all Billy could think of. He didn’t really plan to be stuck in Scoops Ahoy. Especially not with the boy who he considered to have broken his heart. Steve was the last person he wanted to be stuck with. But it’s not like he could just get up and leave. The summer rain was no joke and didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon. So getting into the camaro and driving as far away as possible from this was out of the question. 

Somehow the brunette had convinced Billy to stay with him at the shop. Of course he had feelings for Steve, regardless of the fucked up shit he had done. 

So yes, Billy had agreed to huddle behind the ice cream counter with nothing but a flashlight pointed at the ceiling. At least it gave them some form of light.

“This thing should last us about an hour. We can go from there once it dies.” Steve announced as he took a seat next to Billy.  The blonde distanced himself, scooting over a few inches. Steve sighed out of irritation. It was almost a play by play of the night Steve called things off. Billy knew that they couldn’t be together. Especially not in the middle of nowhere, Indiana.

People just wouldn’t understand.

“Really?” Was all Steve said in response to Billy’s choice of personal space.

“Yes, really.”  Billy said as he continued to do anything but look at the other boy in the face. He couldn’t understand how Steve could be so nonchalant about what happened between them. They shared intimacy together. Billy met Steve’s parents the one time they were actually home, as a friend of course. It still counted to Billy as much as it would’ve been if Steve actually told his parents the truth.

“Yes mom and dad this is Billy. Sometimes I let him Fuck me on your guys’ couch. No big deal.”

In Billy’s mind, it didn’t feel that hard to have to admit. The other half of his mind was telling him the opposite. If he would’ve said something like that Neil, he would’ve gotten a black eye. He somewhat understood. If only that were enough to mend the heartbreak he had felt for the past few months. 

Steve sighed again before speaking once more. “This petty bullshit is dumb Billy. We graduated a month ago and you’re still acting like a little fucking kid. You can’t keep dealing with all your problems by shutting people out.” Steve would say that was one of the main reasons why he cut Billy off. Anytime he got mad and Harrington attempted to talk to him about it, it was impossible to hold a single conversation without Billy lashing out.

Ok, what the fuck do you know? Was all Billy could think of in response. Of course he didn’t say it out loud. Steve didn’t deserve a response in his mind anyway. 

A few moments passed with silence. The striking sound of thunder from the outside made Steve jump up from his slumped position. He hated loud noises. He could barely stand the sound of the engine of Billy’s camaro. 

Hargrove was laughing at the tensing of the brunette’s  body.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Steve asked with frustration.

Billy continued to laugh as he swept some of his mullet out of his face.“There’s no one else in the store so… that only leaves one person left.” 

“Figures you’d only wanna talk to me when it’s to put me down.” Harrington rolled his eyes.

“You did the same shit to me dude. Don’t get mad about it now.” 

Both of the boys were now staring each other in the eyes. Anger filling both pairs. Neither of them planned on backing down from each other. 

The clash of the titans was imminent at this point.

“God you’re so sensitive hargrove.” 

“I'm sensitive? Yeah, ok.”

“Yeah you are.” Steve started up again, riled up. “You’re a crybaby who can’t take rejection, or reality for that matter! We had something casual once. That’s it. It meant nothing.” 

“Me making you cum on yourself isn’t casual Steve.” Billy said in a much calmer tone than the other boy. It even took him by surprise. He was the last person to be rational and keep his cool during situations like this.

Maybe the heartache was making him numb to all of this.

Steve ultimately knew that the blonde had a point. But there was no way they would survive together. Living a double life wasn’t for Steve. Hooking up with a guy behind his girlfriend’s back and then hooking up with said girlfriend right after was mentally draining.

He just wished Billy would understand that.

Steve ran his hands through his hair, forming the words and putting them together. “I can’t do this double life shit dude. My parents.” Harrington paused. When Steve said parents, he mostly meant his dad. He was pretty sure his mom couldn’t care less. His dad would never live with a queer as a son. 

His words, not Steve’s.

“My parents would kill me. I would lose everything.”

All Billy could hear was excuses. 

“We’re fucking 18 years old. You don’t have shit to lose.” Billy snapped back. Steve looked down to the floor they were sitting on. “You knew what you were getting into when you decided to kiss me for the first time. That was your choice Steve, not mine. Stop blaming the fact that you can’t accept who you are on me.” 

Then it went quiet. Billy crossed his arms and Steve began to scratch the back of his head. Both of them had seemingly spoken their minds. As if knowing this, the mall lights began to power back on. 

The buzz of the luminents began to surround the room. 

Billy could finally get up and set himself free.

But for whatever reason, he didn’t. He stayed put. 

Then there was the eye contact again. Both of the boys were diving into each other’s eyes. Just like how they used to at the beginning of the school year.

Billy ultimately knew he had to get away.

“I need to get going-” As he attempted to get up, Steve grabbed his arm. The grip was hard, but it had a different energy to it. He wanted the blonde to say.

“I don’t know what I’m so afraid of.” Was all Steve said before he pulled Billy back to the ground and into a kiss. 

It was unexpected and contradictory. Billy didn’t know how the brunette could tell him one thing and then do the exact opposite.

The kiss was passionate. Steve brushed the curls of Billy’s mullet as they continued to share saliva. 

Then it hit Hargrove. 

He shouldn’t be doing this. This is exactly how he got hurt the first time. Steve was brushing through his hair the same way he always did. Kissing him the same way he did after they made love. If he let him do this again, it was only imminent before his heart would be broken once more.

Billy broke the kiss and got up swiftly as he wiped his lips.

“We can’t. You know we can’t. I can’t get fucked over again.” Steve only looked at him with upturned brows and apologetic eyes. 

Billy let out a sigh and made his way from behind the counter to the exit of the store.

Steve sat in the same spot, running his hands through his hair again. 

Now that Hargrove was walking out of his life for good, there's nothing more he wanted than for him to be in his arms.

[yubellia]

Okay… Apology Tour….

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Ok… did we all come down a little? It has been a few hours since apology tour released now. I talked about my first impression already so…. Let’s break it down a little more. I also saw some people talk about the writing in this episode so…

The garden….. Stolas is petty and like I said not without a reason. In full moon, Blitz wanted to apologize. He was literally one step away. Here?! „It’s for losers and most people don’t deserve them anyway.“ …..

I won‘t lie. I get what people mean, when they say that Stolas is once again victimized. I get why people once again get mad for only Blitz looking like the bad guy. I do too.

Stolas is still not really held accountable for starting this deal and making it the way it was. He still can‘t see why Blitz might have a point with this whole „looking down“ thing.

I get why people are mad. And yet despite knowing all that and talking about Stolas and his mistakes myself (check my blog, these posts aren‘t old!), I can‘t help but feel bad for him.

We learn that blitz indeed tried to ‚contact‘ him. Tried to make it light with some silly pictures I guess and this time, it was Stolas who didn’t answer….. can‘t believe the fanart I saw was right….. maybe they should put some of us into the writing team. Anyway. To give Stolas credit, he is very transparent with his feelings again. And now Blitz knows what’s going on so he can‘t claim that Stolas is jumping it on him. AND BLITZ PRETTY MUCH ADMITS WHATS GOING ON WITH HIM TOO! But the moment Stolas is saying „yeah kind of like that.“ he goes back at it and insults him.

Also in my opinion, not telling Stolas that Striker was coming after him, was kind of a jerk move. I understand why. If he and his friends can kick his ass, so can Stolas. But not if he gets help from other. Or someone like Stella. I can see why Stolas would be hurt to not even get a heads up there.

However, after this painful scene and Blitz learning of Verosikas party, he starts his apology tour. Last on his list being all his ex‘s and one night stands.

Stolas has his song where he questions if anything even meant something to Blitz and we see Blitz tear up in the crowd. ….. another song to make Stolas look like the victim…. No comment here.

Anyway, after that Stolas is kind of too drunk but he at least makes it clear that he wants someone to pursue him like he wanted Blitz. Blitz wants to touch him but hesitates. Still thinking that Stolas is too good for him. And just in time, a male succubus (probably one of verosikas friends) asked Stolas to dance.

He doesn’t jump up on that offer, instead he waits for blitz to give his ok.

That’s why I can‘t completely agree with people saying that they destroyed stolitz in this episode. They clearly care about each other! Blitz is furious when Stolas is kissing that dude. But instead of making a scene, (thanks to Verosika) he lets Stolas have it. Even if it’s not with him, Stolas is happy. Maybe just for a night but he feels wanted. He gets what Verosika is trying to do with this party. The episode ends with Blitz sitting alone in his van.

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Was this episode painful? Oh yes it was. Especially for Blitz fans. Was it necessary?….. also yes. I think that it was never possible for them to make up one day after the full moon incident. People hoped that this episode would clear everything up and they would be back together. But that’s too soon! We never should have believed that. I mean yes, we didn’t know when this episode would take place but the moment we learned that it’s just the next day, we should have seen that it’s too early.

I can‘t say that I like how the characters are handled here. Blitz is clearly portrayed as the bad guy here again (which Viv claims is not true in this relationship even when the writing says otherwise but whatever…) and the mistakes Stolas made aren’t addressed really. Only in a mocking manner because Blitz WANTS to see him like this. It’s his IDEA he can‘t let go…… (it’s too early where I live. I don‘t wanna get mad now)

However! Despite this, I think verosika‘s party was needet. Blitz had to see how he hurt others. And Stolas….. despite how I talk about him, I think he needed that too.

He needed to live! To not feel like a prince that needs to be proper and perfect but like a young man at a party. To have fun! Not these stiff balls Stella had. He needs to….be closer to the people if you get what I mean? So yeah… that’s that. The fandom already agrees that this episode wasn’t just painful but also that verosika of all people is the saving grace here…. Yeah we are right.

Also I saw some people point out the ‚official anti Blitz merch‘ that dropped with this episode….. I went to the shop. It’s there……it’s real…..(what did I say about not getting mad? I swear this show sometimes… and the creator… I can‘t…)

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Anyway…. I said it after full moon and I say it again. This will be a painful ride. I wonder if they really let Blitz‘s character grow for the better or if he will fall back to his old ways but… we have to see. Can‘t say I love the writing, but parts of it were good.

Anyway, those are just my thoughts. I’ll keep my eyes open to see what others think.

Bye!

[trashyswitch]

The Orbeez Monster

Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!

This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.

Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked. 

“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon. 

Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not? 

“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool. 

“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood. 

“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool. 

“I don’t know.” Angel admitted. 

Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched. 

“Dude…” Angel muttered. 

“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest. 

Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times. 

“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool. 

“Stop what?” Angel asked. 

“Poking me!” Brandon replied. 

Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times. “STOP!” Brandon yelled. 

“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased. 

“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him. 

Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss. 

A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!” 

“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared. 

“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped. 

“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him. 

“I have NOT!” Brandon argued. 

Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence. 

“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon. 

“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie. 

“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next. 

“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk. 

“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand. 

“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides. 

Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip. 

“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually. Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez. 

Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted. 

Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh. 

Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him. 

“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?” 

“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling. 

Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled. 

“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own. 

Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared. 

“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!” 

Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted. 

Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron. 

“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying. 

“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him. 

“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered. 

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick. 

Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered. 

“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked. 

“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.

“Angel…” Brandon warned. 

“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation. “NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg. 

“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned. 

Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge. 

(He fucked.) 

Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him. 

Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron. 

“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically. 

“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was. 

“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked. 

“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification. “His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified. 

“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly. 

“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned. 

“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’. 

“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently. 

“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them. 

“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked. 

“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him. 

“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased. 

Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break. 

“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted. 

“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered. 

Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared. 

Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms. 

Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted. 

“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him. 

“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool. 

When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud. 

“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.

“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned. 

“Do what?” Brandon asked. 

“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified. 

Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!” 

“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster. 

“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter. 

“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock. 

Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic. 

Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted. 

Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered. 

Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in. 

“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked. 

Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded. 

Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.

Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids! 

Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will. 

[splinterson]

Costume Talk

For @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle babygirl halloween prompt week (using the "costume" one)

also found under the cut (1,382 words)

"TA-DAAAA!!!" 

Lee stared at her little brother, Mikey. The freckled turtle just came out of the makeshift changing room in a horrific zombie costume, horrific as terrifying but more so as in… Bad.

"... Are you sure about this one Mikey?" She tried, not wanting to mention it's whole deal outright. Soften the blow sort of approach.

"Hhmm," He hummed as if thinking deeply, "not really. I was thinking I could be Dracula! Or a Vampire Turtle! Then I wondered if that was in poor taste so I vetoed that… And I don’t think I’m in a vampire loving mood lately, you feel me sis?" 

Leo, not for the first or last time today, wondered about the benefits of sleep and not getting into thoughts like that. She didn’t want to dissect their relations to vampires anytime within the next century.

"... Let's not get into that, better safe than sorry. Maybe you could be Crognard The Barbarian, Turtlefyle orr Wingnut?" 

Mikey drummed his fingers on his chin, mimicking Donnie when he’s thinking deeply. "Crognard is a good choice. Turtleflyle isn't a costume for halloween Lee, you disrespect me for even suggesting that. And dressing up as Wingnut as we met and fought that dude! It feels weird."

"And a poorly done zombie costume doesn't? Wingnut is at least better than that, even though it does feel a little weird." 

How many things did they rule out from being Halloween costumes in their adventures over the years anyways? 

"Says the turtle who's going as plain Captain Ryan, again. Try taking my suggestions for costumes sometime before suggesting mine."

Leo sighed, "your suggestions start and, don't stop, at 'werewolf Captain Ryan' 'bigfoot Captain Ryan' 'mildly glitter attacked Captain Ryan' 'local cryptid Captain Ryan' and 'motorcycle champion Captain Ryan'... And you brought me here to help you choose."

She didn't want to admit she was far too tired this year to think of something that wasn't Captain Ryan, it had been a busy last few years and things have finally calmed down. So she has been resting, and thinking of a Halloween costume or remembering the holiday existed went to the back of her mind and she only remembered about a week before Halloween as Mikey was discussing what he wanted to go as, taking the time to ask his siblings what they were going as.

So she said she was thinking of going as Captain Ryan again… It was a solid choice if you asked her.

She knew Donnie was in the same boat as he said after a long noticeable pause, "Frankenstein?" 

He didn't survive that. (Mikey started making it his mission to annoy Donnie about Halloween costumes, trying to find one that was not a scientist as he had been doing every year so far). 

(... Would going as Frankenstien be considered weird for any of the turtles to do too?)

Raph just told Mikey he was working on it. Leo was pretty sure he was scheming with Casey on costumes, she wasn’t entirely sure though.

Present day Michelangelo reaches into the makeshift changing room and pulls out a coat track with so many different costumes Leo has never seen a day in her life until now.

"Let's sseee hereee…" he sticks out his tongue as he goes through the selections.

"If you're going to choose for me, still no to your dinosaur Captain Ryan suggestion."

"What do you have against dinosaur Captain Ryan? Do you think I'm suggesting old man Captain Ryan, ignoring the fact he is kinda one. I mean a dinosaur dinosaur, you got the reptilian look to pull it off…" 

“That’s not the problem Mikey.”

“Then what is the problem, Leo? Because you would make a great dinosaur, Donnie agreed with me!” 

Having decided not to make a comment on that, Leo slid over to the costume rack, eyeing it carefully. She was pretty sure some of these weren't even Mikey’s costumes, she could see which ones were Raph’s, Donnie’s and even her own.

And there were wayy more costumes than she remembered going out on Hallowen for, they’ve only been up a few times since turning 15. Not the stench of time that the years worth of Halloween costumes Mikey had out would imply.

Mikey must’ve been waiting for the day we could go out, she thought, feeling something in her heart break. Her fingers loosely traced the sponge costume Mikey wore on their first year out on Halloween.

It truly was a special time, all of them getting to talk to humans without them thinking too hard about the fact they were turtles. A thing that baffled Leo still, she would think they would question the whole… Turtle mixed with regular costume deal, but it still worked out. That night was so… Magical.

Their previous Halloween was more literally magical causing them to miss out on the main event, which meant this Halloween was all the more important. Second only to the first one.

She felt Mikey’s gaze on her, she turned her head to meet his eyes.

He’s giving me the puppy eyes, she noticed immediately, why? 

“... Do you want something?” Lee asked, tilting her head.

He fidgeted absently with the cloth of a costume, “Nothing… You sure about Captain Ryan sis? You could… Be Captain Ryan but Real Swords?”

She smiled, “I know you want something else Mikey, you're not being as subtle as you think you are being.” 

The freckled turtle stopped mid-reach for an undefinable costume, “ohh right. Yeah, that on purpose.” 

“Rightt, and Captain Ryan isn’t a great captain.” 

Mikey refrained from making a comment on that.

Uncharacteristically nervous and silent for what felt like an hour, Mikey finally spoke up,  “... Maybee… I want to match with costumes… With you?” 

Leo froze, staring at him in absolute silence.

After about three seconds of just her staring he started talking, clearly regretting suggesting that, “If you hate that idea badly, we don’t have to sis! yo-” He was interrupted from his overthinking by Leo hugging him. Or Mikey saved from overthinking and regretting thanks to her hugging him, depending on your view.

“Leo?” He said after hearing a sniffle from the older turtle, his arms wrapping around her.

She took a moment in Mikey’s arms, letting herself cry, feel the warmth of his scales and listen to the younger turtle breathing.

Mikey squeezed her, he didn’t say anything. Leo couldn’t see his face but she could sense his confusion.

“... No… It’s fine. Just,” she shut her eyes, “I don’t know… Felt emotional, I don’t know why…”

Maybe because it was a simple fun silly thing she could do with one of her brothers, maybe it was because she could do something with Mikey after so long of not. But she didn’t know why she cried little happy tears at the proposal, it just happened. 

The tension in Mikey’s shoulders dropped, “you really love the idea of matching costumes that much?” He sounded so hopeful and happy.

She hummed her yes, too busy enjoying the quick shell rub he gave her to respond.

Mikey giggled, “okay! Doctor Brainstormstein is in the house! With his assistant… What’s… The title for assistants Leo…?” 

Leo got out of the hug before he could start questioning that thought train too much, though her arms remained on his shoulders. “As if you don’t have any ideas.”

“I do! But since we’re matching you should be pitching ideas in too!” Mikey beamed.

She beamed back, “fair. But not anything like that zombie costume, okay Mikey?” 

“Okay! Now I have a few ideas starting with…” 

She listened to him ramble about his ideas, there were many, all of them were such Mikey costume ideas. Lee found herself looking forward to this Halloween more than anything else happening right now, not that there was anything more exciting happening but if there was, matching costumes with Mikey beats it.

This Halloween will be better than the last one, she knew it would be. Maybe even better than the first one, in its own way.

But just as quickly as those thoughts came she decided not to worry about how good of a Halloween this one was or that one was, Leo had a pair of matching costumes to brainstorm with her little brother first.

[somebrokensaiyan]

I’m glad to see you’re still active on your blog! If it’s okay may I request headcanons about what would a relationship be like with Cui and how did he confess to his crush?

Omg you just reminded me of my big ol crush when that man came on screen 💀. He may of died in the next few seconds but my love lasted at least until Zarbon appeared. Just because of this ask I’m adding Cui to the list 👌.

🌸But here you go! It’s been a long while since I’ve seen Cui and I don’t think there’s much on this dude but this is my take on his personality and how he would deal with having feelings for someone. Reader is gender neutral if that’s okay!🌸

Warning(s): Moderate swearing, slight possessiveness and jealously

Type: Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons

Cui x GN! Reader

What Cui’s like(imo):

• I personally find him to be a bit on the hotheaded and overconfident side.

• I mean, he tried to face off Vegeta, let alone settle some score with him without a doubt that he could beat him.

• (it could be that he can just easily contest with Vegeta, but I like the idea that these are two ego powerhouses, that have had a history of clashing with one another.)

• And speaking of ego, his is HUGE.

• However, he’s definitely more bark than bite. The moment he saw how powerful Vegeta really was, he was reduced to cowardice and desperation.

• You probably have to be that way anyways on the Frieza Force or you won’t make it, so I don’t entirely blame him if the whole tough, egotistical guy is some façade.

When he realizes he’s got it bad:

• Oh he’s a mess.

• I mean, he can probably pull just about anyone he wants because it isn’t anything serious. He’s still riding that ego of his cause he’s more in love with that image of himself than something real.

• But here you are, something so real, and something he finds himself to be falling much harder for.

• He probably doesn’t handle it too well. If you were friends he might just avoid you for a bit until you confront him about it. But, even then he would deny anything being wrong.

• But you know for a fact something’s up when he starts being distant or even a bit cold as opposed to his usual self around you.

• You may have to beat it out of him honestly. It’ll be hard and he won’t admit anything for a while.

• If he didn’t know you, he would try to. He’d do his usual routine when pursuing someone he was interested in, but it would just fail horribly and he’d get embarrassed, and probably just make himself look worse and worse the more he tried to cover it up, or play it off.

• But you probably find it cute and dorky, or concerned and think he needs to see a doctor.

How’d he confess if you were friends:

• Oh he will be such a pain to finally be out with what he’s holding back, that big head of his can only hold so many repressed emotions, but they will come out eventually, but knowing his type it probably won’t come out in a healthy non-toxic way.

• He knows he’s being cold, so he tries to shake himself out of it and invites you to go to a party with him, just hang out like old times.

• He was almost afraid you’d refuse to go with how he’s been acting towards you lately, but so happy when you accept.

• When you get there, you start drinking, dancing, chatting, or just chilling in a quieter corner to talk.

• He’s like his old self again finally, but you know something’s still up. However, you don’t want to possibly ruin this night by bringing it back up. You’re just happy he’s back to normal.

• You talking about whatever, just enjoying hanging out. However, Cui’s eyes aren’t the only ones on you as you do end up dealing with one other guy intrigued by you.

• The guy might have been drunk, or just an idiot. Because despite you turning down his advances and just trying to get back to the conversation you were having with Cui, he wasn’t backing off.

• If anything the guy was getting more pushy, even annoyed that you were ignoring him.

• He wasn’t the only one as Cui’s hand was increasingly clenching more and more around his drink. You eyeballed him a bit and were about to ask him if you two could just move to another spot and lose this guy, but the idiot grabbed your arm.

• And that was it for him.

• Remember when I said Cui’s feelings would probably only surface in an unhealthy, non-toxic way? Yeah, it definitely surfaces here.

• Jealousy, and pure anger.

• How dare this guy just ruin your fun? Your smile? Ignore your obvious disinterest, let alone touch you?

• When he put his hands on you all Cui saw was red, and his arm moved before his mind could as he shoved his drink right into the face of the guy before tackling him to the floor.

• “They told you to back off loser! Can’t you hear?!”

• You tried to pull Cui off of him but his mind was in another plane of existence at the moment, and you could not reach it.

• Some other people had to pull him off of the guy before throwing Cui out because they were sure he’d kill him.

• Once outside, he was slowly coming down from high as you tried to talk to him.

• He was back to that cold attitude as he refused to answer any questions you may have had, but oh boy you weren’t letting him for the hook now.

• He tried to walk away but you just stood right in front of him and demanded that he told you what the hell was going on and why he was acting like such an asshole.

• Silence. He doesn’t answer for a moment, but you can see that coldness to him fade away until you see something almost alien to Cui.

• Fear, he’s afraid. But of what?

• “Cui? What’s wrong?” You’re much softer with him, a softness he’s not use to, but it’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

• “I can’t tell you.” Is what he responded with, but when he saw that you were about to go back to your angry tone, which you had a right to, he rephrased.

• “I- don’t know how to. I’m- afraid to.”

• Now you were just worried. Cui? Admitting he was afraid? Something must terribly be wrong.

• “Cui, you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge you. Look, I’m here for you, for whatever you need of me. If you’re in trouble I can help you.”

• “It’s not that- fuck… how do I say this?” Cui said getting frustrated with himself, why is it so hard to tell you? He finally just took a deep breath.

• “I like you.”

• He couldn’t meet you eyes when he said it, and when you didn’t immediately speak, he continued.

“I do. And- I know. I’ve been a real shithead to you lately, but that’s why. Because I- like you. You don’t have to say anything, you don’t even have to stick around. Especially with how I’ve been acting, I wouldn’t blame you. But- It’s out there. I’ve said it.”

• You went quiet for a few moment longer, which only made the heartbeat in his ears louder, but finally you spoke.

• “I like you too.”

• Now he was just staring at you. Shocked. That was the last thing he expected to hear from you.

• “You what?”

• “I like you, you dumbass. Was it not obvious?”

• It was, he’s just as you said, a dumbass.

• He just stared at you some more before you sighed.

• “I like you, yes. But I mean you, Cui. Not that stuck up asshole that beats drunks up on the floor for speaking to me. I can do that myself. But, if there’s something here for us, you’ll need to learn never to do something like that again. And anytime you need to talk, or you have something bothering you, talk to me. Please. Don’t just shut me out like you did, cause nothing could hurt more.”

• He’s hurt you? Shit… Shit-

• “I’m- so sorry. I never meant to hurt you- I swear, it won’t happen again. I don’t want to ever hurt you.”

• He can be real sweet with you really, but do make sure he cleans up his act a bit. Having violent, jealous outbursts in your name isn’t sexy and you deserve better love.

• Just get him some healthy therapeutic habits to deal with his emotions, and talk things out with him when he needs it.

What being in a relationship is like:

• I bet it’s quite lovely. He’s always trying to impress you, even if you’re in public.

• Oh- and he’s very open about your relationship. He makes sure people know you are together, he practically brags about it at times.

• He just really loves you and is happy he managed to pull you, also, doesn’t want a situation like at the party happening again. He wants to make sure people know you’re his and he is yours, and if they somehow miss that, he’ll let you handle it.

• Probably shows off in training matches when you’re around. Doing so much more uneeded flexing of his muscles or skills.

• I bet he wins most of his fight but if there’s times he really fumbles, he’s gonna be a bit grumbly for the rest of the day. Just try to give him some reassurance and he’ll be okay. Any bit of praise will get him back on track, and he absolutely lives for your praise.

• He’s probably not good at giving gifts.

• Like, he can get them if he see something that makes him really think of you, but he gets so flustered when he tries to give it to you.

• Probably just gives to you before trying to get away or leaves gifts when you’re not around. Just make sure to track him down and give him some smooches. He’s not getting away that easily.

• He can probably be a bit clingy.

• Not in an annoying or toxic way. He just loves being around you. Whether it’s just casually hanging out and chatting, doing nothing but enjoying one another’s presence, cuddling on the couch or in bed, or just walking around. He’s just glued to your side.

• Of course, if you need space he will give it to you for as long as you need, he understands boundaries.

• He’s probably a good kisser.

• There are a lot of times when he’s flustered around you, mainly when cutesy feelings or actions ate involved, but there are times when he can be quite bold.

• He’ll just pin you to a wall to kiss you and you’ll wonder what happened to the guy that was fumbling over his words just to give you a bouquet of flowers just minutes ago.

• VERY PROTECTIVE.

• Maybe even a bit possessive, but sometimes a little possessiveness is nice. Just make sure he doesn’t go crazy with it. As long as he isn’t glaring or trying to start something with any person that comes in close contact with you, it’s okay. Again babe, don’t settle for over-possessive and jealous men you deserve better. Get you a healthy partner.

• He won’t fight your battles for you, he learned his lesson on that. But, if you want a teammate, he’s your man. You can kick ass together.

• He loves taking you out to dinner or just to hang out. Whether it’s to go see a movie or at your favourite restaurant. He also just loves staying at home with you. However, I bet this man does NOT know how to cook.

• But I bet that doesn’t stop him from trying when you two are hanging out at either yours or his place.

• If you can cook, please take over for him before he burns the whole kitchen down. Or at least supervise him and teach him.

• If neither of you can cook honestly he’ll be happy and not as embarrassed when the food he was cooking had been reduced to a burning pile of coal. Safe to say you two may just have take-out most home date nights.

• Loves it when he gets to stay the night at your place or when you stay at his. He just loves getting to sleep with you in his arms and waking up with you there.

• Speaking up, he’s definitely the big spoon. But likes being the little spoon at times when you managed to somehow convince him. He just won’t admit it. Cheeky bastard.

• Might get up early some mornings to cook you breakfast but again- he can’t cook. You’ll probably awake with a heart attack thinking somethings on fire or you’re having a stroke, but no, Cui somehow managed to not only burn toast, but set the toaster on fire.

• “Uh- morning babe.”

• “Cui, how the fuck-”

• Overall I think a relationship with him will be surprisingly tender, when it’s just those sweet moments when you two are alone. Or the more “Cui please shut up-” moments when he’s showing you off like the greatest prize he’s ever won to everyone. If the opportunity arises I bet he’d even brag about it to Lord Frieza. In a subtle way at least, he doesn’t want to lose his head, and plus he doesn’t like the guy.

[stormxpadme]

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Whumptober 2022 No. 3 - Impaled

2002

"I bet you really wonder how I ended up here."

"I don't." Logan stared at the half-empty bottle of Kree-Ale in his hand, wondering if maybe four of these were too much even on his robust system and he was starting to hallucinate …

  But no. He was pretty sure that was indeed some dude in a red and black costume splayed in his own blood on the Institute's roof where Logan had meant to spend the rest of the evening drinking and passing out in peace. Guy's spine was neatly broken in two places by the looks of it, though the main reason why their weird visitor hadn't got up yet was most probably the fact that he was impaled on a head-high flagpole by the roof's edge, right through his stomach. That was a bitch even for someone with a healing factor easily matching – created from, technically – Logan's own. "I'll tell you all about it, of course, because I'm sure, you want to know why I'm here …" Wade waved a slightly unsteady hand in his face and groaned a wet cough through his mask that splattered the roof's white marble tiles in another puddle of red, but made no move to try and free himself from his unfortunate predicament for the moment.

  "I really, really don't." Jesus, the only thing Logan needed even less than a house of full-time depressed workmates at the first week of the semester and his team losing the first game of the season 6-4 was some nutcase from his past who stubbornly refused to take the hint that Logan wanted shit to do with it anymore.

  Wade continued as if he hadn't even heard him, and the worst thing with that guy was: You never could be sure that wasn't actually the case. "I planned to hijack a plane and land here like those far cooler guys you're friends with, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. and all. But then I remembered I don't actually have a license and I really suck at landings and also you got all those automatic guns on your roof. And if you blew me to pieces, that takes days for me to come back from, and then I couldn't tell you."

  "Still not interested, Wade." Too. many. words. After being forced to sacrifice his wife three times in a row to save the goddamn universe already, what had he possibly done in the part of his life he couldn’t remember to deserve that guy? Logan considered for a moment cutting Wade down just to throw him off the roof; that would definitely have shut him up for an hour, and he would become someone else's problem. Sadly, he was still living in a house full of short stuffs, and nothing Wade did was exactly PG-rated, especially not dying and healing.

  "So I kind of just hopped on the next plane passing by Westchester, and when you guys were on the radar, I just jumped off, and that was pretty cool except …" Wade made an enthusiastic gesture of someone diving headfirst into concrete but moaned out in pain then again and writhed on that cruel, thick restrained stabbed through his chest, holding him down. Which, thinking about it, was a sufficing metaphor for his whole fucked up existence.

  Logan's own, too, if he'd been drunk enough to admit it. "Let me guess, you forgot the parachute." Because he was apparently at least buzzed enough to get sentimental, he finally extended his claws to cut the pole right above Wade's stomach, unceremoniously dropping it on the roof, hopefully loud enough for the rest of his team to finally get their asses here and deal with this nutcase so Logan could fuck off.

  "No, no, I have it." Wade proudly pointed at the black backpack he was lying on that might have cushioned his fall at least a little, and winced when Logan roughly pulled him off the last metal shredding his guts, rolling his eyes. "But I was afraid you guys would shoot me out of the sky. Precaution and all, you know? I mean, after Stryker attacking that house back then, who would blame you …" Coughing more blood through his mask, he crouched there on the ground for a moment, at least for a while hopefully not able to fuck anything up, hand pressed to the huge tear in his costume, his whole body twitching and shaking as he was waiting, with his breath going short and chopped, for his powers to do what they should.

  A sight Logan knew too well to not reluctantly tap the guy's shoulder with his bottle instead of punching his jaw in two for bringing up a certain someone from their past again, in spite of Logan telling him dozens of times not to. He huffed when Wade tilted his head in disbelief. "One sip. Stuff's expensive."

  "Yeah, yeah, I know! Alien stuff and all. U.G.E.R. import. You guys always get the best shit out there." Wade somehow got his hand on the bottle in spite of its bad shaking and for once showed something like manners by at least not emptying half of what was left of the Ale in one go. The procedure turned out to be pretty useless anyway as most of the booze trickled straight back out of the hole in his body before it could spread its numbing effects. "Damn."

  "Is there any point in you spreading your guts on our roof, Wade?" Logan was getting increasingly tired of figuring that out on his own.

  And that, of course, had been Wade's plan all along. If the guy hadn't been such a goddamn pain in the ass, Logan would have found it fascinating how he always got what he wanted, somehow.

  "Because if there isn't, you're gonna spend the rest of the night licking it spotless, just so we're clear. I will not deal with Summers complaining about that cleaning bill for a week for you."

  "If you want to feel my tongue in action, Wolvie, I can just take you home with me. My girl hasn't been able to shut up about wanting to be in that sandwich for … Oh, okay." Wade ducked his head away from the claw tip tapping his Adam's apple before he could put any more nightmares in Logan's head. "What did I want to …? Yeah, right. So, I dropped on your house, and first I thought we'd all be fucked now because damn, what the fuck do you guys even need a fucking flag for? But, lucky for all of us, I can always rely on my good ol' Weapon X buddy to drink his ass off at this time of the day, so …"

  "We're not buddies." Logan's headache was growing worse by the second. Maybe not enough Ale yet after all.

  "Uh-uh." Wade wriggled a finger back in his face, and it took all of Logan's willpower not to bite it off. "If we're not, why would I come all the way here then to tell you that Weapon X has three jets on the way and wants to raze this whole place to the ground just to get you back?"

  Logan fought his first instinct to drop his damn bottle to the ground immediately and emptied it instead because he had a funny feeling, he could use all the numbing against a whole lot of pain in a couple of minutes. While he was on it, he sent off the emergency call to his teammates on his watch with his free hand. His next instinct would have been to cut Wade's head off just for good measure, because would it hurt the asshole, for once cutting right to the chase when there was a whole school of mutants at stake? But then he just turned away with a tired headshake and hurried toward the door inside. Wade was Wade, and though he couldn't remember a lot of it, still, Logan should know best what kind of experiments and torture had left that guy's head in the state it was. And apparently, the guys who had done this to both of them still didn’t have enough. That was a time to work together, much as he hated it, not to fight. "You're not getting a suit."

  "Psht, why would I want one? I'm good." Wade beat his fist against his shredded clothing and hissed because though the worst of wounds had closed, in there, things probably weren't quite back put together the way they should. "This is so exciting! It's epic! Finally, the legendary team of X-Men and my humble ol' self are going to team up in a final stand against their archenemies …"

  "Nothing legendary about us since Ontario Lake, Wilson." Logan impatiently punched the button of the elevator to get to the changing rooms as quickly as possible while the first high alert finally started to sound through the house.

  The well-known clanking and rumbling of security doors closing, and the patter of naked small feet on their way to the bunker sounded through the lower stories just seconds later. Summers apparently had finally bothered to check the radar.

  Half a minute too late for Logan's taste, but they could talk about that again when they got those assholes off their backyard. Shouldn't take long at least. "And those are overpaid psycho mercs at best. The last archenemy I had I've gutted at Alkali Lake. Which I do begin to regret more every day because since then, for some reason, I need to deal with your chatty ass every few months."

  "Aw, but you love me, Wolvie." Wade had the nerve to throw his arms around him but quickly backed away again with a pained wince when a steeled fist hit him right in that spot on his middle that was still trying to fully heal. "Tell ya what, we get rid of these assholes tonight, and then we're gonna chase down the last of them together. You, me, couple of more guys I found who were tortured and enhanced by them? They can't wait to meet you, by the way. What do you say, road trip up to Canada? How does that sound?"

  "Like I'd rather cut my organs out with a spoon one by one." Where was that damn elevator when you needed it?

  "Pretty sure they did that when they had you in their lab. At least twice," Wade informed him gleefully, with an amicable dig in his side that left him with at least one more bruise. "Or maybe more. Those were just the times they made me watch. Wouldn't you like to get back at them, Wolvie? Make sure they don't get their hands on anyone else and all? Isn't that what you guys do?"

  Logan leaned back against the wall with an exasperated sigh because from the sounds of it, Hank was evacuating some of the smaller kids through that elevator, entirely ignoring all those lists and procedures Summers had come up with for such emergencies, and that was another headache he would have to deal with in a couple of hours. For now, he would have been content enough with just a goddamn second of silence before bathing in blood once more. "Can't speak for the others, Wade, but what I am doing is keeping the only thing alive I have left since some psycho alien bitch took the woman I loved from me. So you're gonna have to look for someone else to shoot your little slasher movie with."

  "Shoot, I knew I forgot to tell you something." That actually sounded … sincere for once. Almost worried. And Wade ducked his head as a precaution actually, expecting another claw to stab a new hole through his body the moment the last had closed.

  Something was far more wrong than a desperate, weak air attack that with two weather witches in the house would probably be over in less than five minutes anyway. "Wade?"

  "Yeah … You see, in those files I got a peek of while I sucked some higher-up last week? Wouldn't recommend, by the way, horrible cologne, and they don't even scream nicely when you cut their … Ouch! Anyway, I don't think they just want you back in, they want your kid too. Powerful mutation, possible Phoenix carrier and all? So …" Wade shrugged his shoulders a little more, his jaw working under his mask. It was fascinating how that lunatic was an open book in spite of having his whole face covered most of the time. He wasn't lying.

  Logan retracted his claws back into his arms before they could leave a few nasty cuts on the dark wood paneling on the walls, mostly because he had no fucking time for another tiring discussion with Summers about unnecessary renovation expenses. He had a trip to plan, once that ridiculous little episode tonight was over. "I'm driving."

  "Perfectly fine, then I get to pick the music," Wade assured him enthusiastically, following him into the elevator, at last, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation.

  This was not gonna be a nightmare, it would be a fucking bad LSD trip. "No music. No hookers, no drugs, no robberies." Jesus, he was beginning to sound like Summers. Maybe getting out of here for a few weeks wasn't even a half-bad idea. Logan could only hope that he would come back with at least somehow of his own sanity intact after spending more than ten minutes at a stretch with this happy asshole. "And we're still not friends."

  "Sure thing, Wolvie." Wade just chuckled and sprinted ahead as soon as the doors were only half open, throwing himself with all his weight against Summers in a bear hug, almost knocking him to the ground. "It's the boss man himself! I mean, of course, it is, it's your house now, right, with ol' baldie gone. He really bit it? Or did he just tell everyone he did and fuck off to his hot alien girlfriend to space? How's your little wifey doing? You need to …"

  In spite of the not exactly amusing situation and that painful anxiety simmering in his stomach about another possible threat in the air for one of his family members, Logan found himself grinning when the doors of the changing room closed behind him after he'd caught a last glance at Scott's decidedly unamused face. Fine, admittedly, there were some things not entirely horrible about a visit from Deadpool.

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[flowers-creativity]

A Fun Time in Hawkins - Day 1

Fandom:  Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

Warnings: None

Summary: A sudden development spells trouble for Robin and Steve - especially for Steve

Notes: Whumptober Day 1: A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY - Adverse Effects

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Robin sighed contently and adjusted her legs, her Converse high up on Steve's dashboard as she reclined in her passenger seat, the back tilted back severely. She knew he hated when she did that, always going on about road safety and “I haven't survived the Demogorgon, demo-dogs and the Russian military to get taken out in a stupid accident because you can't sit like a normal human being, Rob!”

Unfortunately, it still held true that annoying Steve Harrington was one of Robin's favourite hobbies. Plus, a more recent development was that she trusted him. And he was a good driver, no matter the antics his passengers were up to. Not an insignificant skill when you're regularly overloading your car with a gaggle of very excitable teens.

Speaking of which, Robin poked her companion's arm without even looking. “Hey Dingus, you remember we need to pick the kids up?”

“Hmm?” was Steve's monosyllabic answer.

“The kids,” Robin repeated, “you know, the ones you swear you're done babysitting every second day? Never mind that we all know who's babysitting who.”

Steve didn't answer, and Robin frowned. “Hey, you OD'd over there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied a moment later, “I mean, no, sorry, Robin.”

She sat up a bit, looking at him critically. “Dude, are you getting sick? You've been spacing out at work all day, too.”

Steve waved a dismissive hand. “Just feeling a bit tired, is all,” he insisted.

Robin wrinkled her nose. She hadn't expected a truthful answer – this was the guy who had insisted he was fine when the paramedics had wanted to take him to the hospital after Starcourt, despite having been beaten up, tortured and drugged by Russian soldiers. Still, she had been hoping that he would be more forthcoming at least towards her, after all they had been through together. “You up to this evening, then?”

“Of course!” Steve protested indignantly, sitting up straighter as if that helped his case. “Besides, the kids really need this, they've been so bummed since the Byers left ...”

She rolled her eyes fondly. “I'm sure we would figure something out,” she said. “You don't have to do it if you're not feeling okay.”

“I am!” he insisted. “Look, it's not a big deal, I just got some new meds, and the doc said they could make me a bit tired. Nothing more, okay?”

Robin's heart melted, and she reached out to pat his arm. “Understood, I'll stop pestering you.” It had only been after Starcourt that he had told her about the concussions he had suffered in those years fighting against the monsters she had only learned about then, though he also admitted the first one was courtesy of Jonathan Byers, and well-deserved in his own opinion. He had been very reluctant but finally admitted that ever since, he had been prone to migraines, and she finally understood why he kept wincing at the bright lights of Family Video on some days.

Steve snorted. “As if you are physically capable of that!”

She laughed and swatted his arm. “Well, about that, at least!”

They fell back into a comfortable silence, and Robin turned her head towards the car window and let him concentrate on driving for a while.

Suddenly, Steve gasped out loud, and the next moment, the car spun out of control as he jerked on the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

Robin grabbed onto the handle above the window and held on for dear life while the world spun around her. “Steve!” she called out fearfully. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself, waiting for a crash.

It didn't come. The car rocked and teetered as if in empty air for a moment, and then it fell back on all four wheels and came to a stop, settling onto the ground with a loud groan. Silence settled over it.

Carefully, Robin opened one eye and peeked at her surroundings. The car had gone off the road and into an abandoned field, where it had finally fetched up against a huge bale of hay. Robin took a deep breath and immediately regretted it when hay dust floating in the air from the collision made it into her nose, itching until she exploded  into a sneeze.

“Ugh,” she complained as she wiped her nose on her sweater, “why did it have to be hay?” Though in all fairness, they were probably lucky that their trajectory had brought them to a comparatively soft obstacle to halt it.

“Steve?” she asked, turning towards her friend. “You okay?”

Steve was sitting stock-still, both hands still on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. He didn't reply, and anxiety exploded in Robin's gut. “Steve?” she asked again, reaching out her hand to put on his arm, carefully, as if he was a wild animal she didn't want to spook.

He turned towards her voice and the touch but his face was strangely rigid, and his eyes looked right through  her. “Robin,” he said, his voice breathless. “Robin!” He let go of the steering wheel, and instead she suddenly had his hands in her face, patting over her cheeks and forehead, and one finger landed in her eye, ouch!

“Steve!” she called out, grabbing his hands and trying to keep a hold of them. “What's the matter?”

“I-I can't, I can't, I … I - Robin!”

“Steve, please!” Robin took a breath, trying to calm her own rabbit heart. “Calm down, okay? You're okay, I'm okay. Nothing much happened.” She hoped she wasn't lying but she felt okay, the car appeared mostly okay, as did Steve beyond his agitation.

Steve shook his head wildly, his hands still twitching and shuddering in her hold. “No!” His voice rose, almost to a wail.

“I can't see!”

Thank God for the kid's walkies and that Steve always kept his in his car, Robin thought. Thanks to that, it had actually not taken very long to rouse someone to her calls of “Code Red! Code fucking Red!”, and luckily, it had been Lucas – Robin would  never say so aloud but from all the boys, he was probably her favourite, and he had a good, sensible head in a crisis. After exchanging some information about where they had gone off the road, he had promised to send an ambulance, and Robin could already hear the sirens drawing nearer.

She squeezed Steve's hand. “Help's coming,” she said encouragingly.

Steve, reclining in his seat with his eyes closed, nodded. “My hearing is okay,” he told her but his sarcasm lacked its usual bite.

Robin shrugged, then remembered the current problem and felt a bit like an asshole. “Good thing, too,” she said aloud. “Our friendship is, like, seventy-five percent just you listening to me rambling. Can't have it crumbling because its foundation is suddenly gone, eh?”

Not her best work but what can you do.

Steve didn't reply this time, only squeezed her hand more tightly.

Robin sighed and leaned closer, pressing her shoulder against his and ignoring the way the centre console was digging into her hip. “It will be okay,” she swore. Though she didn't know if it was a good idea to make any promises, given that she had no idea what had happened to her friend's eyesight …

Another few minutes filled with silence and tension later, an ambulance came to a halt next to them, and things went from quiet to a somehow still controlled frenzy as the paramedics descended on them with helping hands and lots and lots of questions. Through it all, Robin held Steve's hand and refused to let go whenever one of the men tried to separate them. After a few tries, they finally gave up and let them both climb into the ambulance together. Steve went willingly where she directed him, far too pliable and quiet for Robin's taste. She couldn't wait to get to the hospital where, hopefully, someone would finally have some answers for them.

The someone who finally sat down opposite of them where they sat on a bed in the emergency room was a young, fresh-faced doctor. Robin was a bit wary of how young he looked but the expression on his face was warm and caring.

“I'm Doctor Haver,” he introduced himself. “You're Steven Harrington, right?” He looked down at his notes, then back up to Steve, only giving Robin a side-glance.

“Just Steve, please,” Steve replied.

“Steve. Okay then.” The doctor smiled. “Now, Miss Buckley here has been very adamant about staying with you but given the nature of medical information, I have to ask you again if you're alright with her listening to our discussion?”

Robin bristled slightly but there was no need to insist again since Steve sat up straighter and said clearly: “Of course I am. She can hear whatever you have to say to me.” More quietly, he added: “Please, I need her here.”

Robin's heart did that strange thing where it wasn't sure if it wanted to melt at his trust in her or break at the fear in his voice. She gave his hand another squeeze – it was a wonder they hadn't squashed both their hands to a pulp with the amount of clinging and squeezing they had been doing since the accident – and looked back to the doctor, willing him to finally talk.

“Alright,” the doctor said, raising his hands and this time directing his smile towards Robin. “Then let's get down to it.” He took a deep breath. “Now, all told, you've been pretty lucky with the accident. You're both bruised at the usual areas of contact with the seatbelt and where you were thrown against the car's frame, a few minor cuts but no broken bones or more severe wounds. So far, so good. However, there is the issue of the sudden loss of vision you reported ...”

Steve stiffened next to her, his breath speeding up audibly. Robin started to rub circles on the back of his hand with her thumb and whispered: “Slow and calm, Steve. Slow and calm.”

Dr Haver directed a worried glance her way and quickly continued: “We will need to do further testing, like a CT, but I actually have a theory what might be happening. I noticed on your form that you have had multiple concussions and have reported suffering from migraines?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, that's right,” he confirmed. “But – can that happen because of a migraine?”

“Not directly,” the doctor said, “but you wrote – or rather, Miss Buckley wrote, I assume – that you had started a new medication for it recently but you didn't remember the name.”

They both nodded, and Robin tried to press the answers from him with her stare. Did he really have to recap what they both knew anyway, given that she had filled in the form and Steve had told her what to write?

“Does the name Topamax ring a bell?” Dr Haver asked.

Steve gasped. “Yes! That's the one!”

The doctor smiled. “Well then, we're coming closer to the solution. I believe that your sudden vision loss is a side-effect of this medication. It's been reported before that it can cause sudden increases in intraocular pressure, leading to trauma to the optic nerve.”

“What does that mean?” Steve burst out. “That I'm … I'm blind?!”

Dr Haver hastily raised a placatory hand but then seemed to realise how useless this was, given that Steve had kept his eyes firmly closed the whole time except for the short examination he had gone through. He dropped his hand and instead said aloud: “Steve, please stay calm. From what I've read, the effect is not permanent.”

Robin exhaled. “You couldn't have lead with that?” she asked harshly.

He gave her a contrite look. “I'm sorry. I didn't want to alarm you, Steve. As I said, it's not permanent, or at the very least, there is a good chance that it can be reversed with the right treatment.”

Steve sagged against Robin's side. “Good,” he said hoarsely, “that's good.”

The doctor smiled awkwardly and got to his feet. “I will arrange for a CT – if nothing else, we should double-check to make sure there is nothing else going on – and then we will discuss treatment options. Until then, I'll let you rest. Please let me know if I can do something for you,” he said, then turned tail and more or less fled the room.

Robin stared after him, then shook her head and huffed. “He's gonna need to work on that,” she declared to the room at large.

Turning to Steve, her face softened. He still looked awful, pale and drawn, but she could see the tension slowly leaking from his shoulders. She reached out with her free hand, cupping his cheek. “It will be okay, dingus,” she said softly. “Everything will be okay.”

This time, it didn't feel like an empty promise.

[ramblingdisaster73]

4x06 Thoughts & Feelings (there will be both positive & negative opinions here – so read below the cut at your own risk.) As usual I tag everything with 911 lone star spoilers until the next episode airs.

At least it wasn’t another gender reveal party – for the pink chalky stuff

Sorry – but – Owen you are the one that told them to go – so if it was a real life situation – their deaths would be on you – not on them – they were following your orders

So, he is allowed to use humor to deal with shit, but no one else is – got it.

You did overreact – you have a SHIT TON more knowledge than they do – check your own narcissistic ass – take responsibility for once instead of lashing out.

 I do understand why he is acting like he is – that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Can Owen just become a Fire Marshall – then we can get Captain Ryder full time? I really think that Arson investigator would be perfect for him – but there is a lot more opportunity (imo) for the fire marshall than arson investigation.

Seriously though – why introduce a white supremacist Nazi group – an actual real threat in Texas & the US at the moment – then make them the VICTIMS. What.the.actual.FUCK.

Sorry – if Tim wanted the FBI chick’s death to make us feel something – this was a HUGE miss for me – that is what I was hoping for since I saw the still of Owen carrying her out.

SIDENOTE – I do like Amanda Schull in Center Stage – I love that movie so much

I guess he isn’t the bad guy – BUT – I don’t really care

Sorry, but I don’t feel bad for the Nazis.

I wonder if Owen actually saved Red’s life by coming in before the FBI raid – it seems like the ones that died were the ones closer to the bar/farther back in the screen area – where Red came from to talk to Owen.

2nd adversary of Owen’s to get severe burns in an explosion

The text spoof thing – seems to smart for the kid

The FBI is so single minded in their pursuits of criminals

Sorry, but the painted ambulance was a huge giveaway that the bomb threat at the capitol would really be outside

At least they found the bus & dead hiker

I really didn’t think that the mikey kid was smart enough to get Andy to do all the provable work.

I did say that the kid would be involved – the scene he was in @ the roadhouse after his branding clinched it for me.

Why would you be sorry Owen? You very rarely are, especially since you always get to come out the hero?

I guess at least he is admitting he can’t do it all alone – so I guess at least that’s 1 step in the right direction.

Oh yay – gun porn for the gun people – lovely – sorry – not a fan (losing a childhood friend in a school shooting and a high school boyfriend being murdered with one – make it a bit hard for me to find guns sexy – but to each their own.)

So, we now have 2 adults that have been kidnapped/held captive with their hands bound in front of them with their mouths taped – but they couldn’t just lean the 2 inches forward to rip off the tape?

So Andy was a suicide bomber – dude wasn’t planning on blowing the place up & getting away with it – he was literally a suicide bomber. – but – yeah, please try to make me feel bad for the kid, but too bad it was another miss.

I do think that the actor did an awesome job with the role – I could also buy him as a relative of O’Brien – something about the eyes.

I wouldn’t hate an Owen/O’Brien friendship – but am totally cool with it being off screen

As soon as the fake ambulance was surrounded – I knew that Owen was going to be pulling a Derek Morgan

Like the kid getting the boot from the club for being TOO right wing is not the way to get me to sympathize with him

“You need to run” – Okay – we will all just stand here and stare at you instead.

Like that ambulance is fake as fuck looking – how dumb are law enforcement in this show.

Sorry – but Grace has been hired as Owen’s babysitter

Maybe – tell her that you have anfo in the van – that way she can more quickly give you directions

Then Listen to the woman.

Sorry – but I predicted the van stopping – and laughed when it did. I thought we were about to see Owen go Superman and just push it all the way in with his pinkie finger.

Doesn’t he know you have to weight the gas pedal? Like he watches so many movies – but missed this one thing that is in almost every action movie I have watched.

Of course, it turns into laughing gas

Apparently Judd forgot all of the science info he recorded for Mateo in Season 1.

I loved that little throw back

I love Mateo

I really want Captain Judd Ryder to be a thing

Here is an Owen thing that I absolutely loved – the way he kept eye contact (until Andy spoke directly to him) with O’Brien during Andy’s testimony – Neal played that role so well – he truly looked like he was in pain over the situation. – Owen was the person he could look at and know he wasn’t being judged, just supported in the way he was trying to support his nephew’s wife.

It is what you do Owen.

So glad he was reminded that he had a son – and decided it was convenient for him to stop by. – I get that a lot of people absolutely love this whole scene – I like parts of it – but as I have mentioned previously – Owen & my Father are very similar & that makes it incredibly hard to see this gesture as one towards TK – but rather see it as one to assuage his own guilt.

Tim’s comment about Owen being the dad of the Groomzilla is fucking stupid as shit – sorry but that says that TK will be the groomzilla – the groomzilla can ONLY be the groom (in this case either or both Carlos & TK would qualify) – the father would be a Dadzilla – not the dad to the groomzilla. It really isn’t that fucking hard – but Tim likes to make TK look like the diva anyway – so I guess that is pretty on brand for him.

Sorry Owen, but one of those men is on his second wedding/marriage – they can’t all call Iris his wife in other eps and then act like this him marrying TK is Carlos’ first marriage.

[yanderelovlies]

✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Vivi loved that post of Joseph x reader! Ooh it’s good to have some Joseph love as well!

Pfft literature classes I was good at but at the same time I don’t even know how because I still don’t know what a conjunction is. Have faith in your creations!

Dude that had to be awkward especially also having to avoid people who try to make you go to work again before your break is even up.

Kinda but I know I can barely do much not to mention I need more proof and I doubt it change there attitudes for long. I just have to be smarter now to get them off my back.

Oooh movie night then! Makes sense are you guys sensitive also about that or more just hear it? Makes sense everyone had there limits.

I can understand your viewpoint. I wasn’t raising my sister really since school and my mom wanted to make sure I didn’t have to go through what she had but I was really young as well but I have respect for siblings who do have to play parent because it’s hard. Raising your siblings as well having also a mindset of a child still can really mess it up because your brain isn’t developed all the way yet and not to mention already having school to worry about is just hard. Not to mention hearing “ I hate you.” Is different for a child than a parent especially how they handle it. I would’ve start crying if I had to deal with that since I was struggling with my self esteem at the time as well. It’s understandable, you stepped up but you aren’t perfect so sometimes people do things that they regret but you were there for them and I’m sure they are grateful you gave a shit about them. I see. I see vivi and it was unfair of a situation especially having to worry about things like that. But I’m glad you learned and grown as a person and you admit it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. It sucks that you didn’t have another parental figure as well to help with the family and you have the right to be mad about that. But in the end at least you have more stability now and I’m sure your family is glad for what you have done for them. I’m always hear vivi to listen and I maybe not always understand but I will listen. Because that’s what friends are for. And if you ever want to talk privately just ask so I can give you my account here on tumblr. Though make sure not to post it since I’m not ready to go all public with more nsfw content right now.

On a lighter note vivi what did you expect the public to Vote when you said if you should make more smut or not? Everyone horny and honestly your smut fucking delivers so get ready to hear the filthy simps in your comments! Though I can’t deny I’m excited about what you cook up next with your next work so can’t wait!

Galaxy!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕 I was just thinking about you! How are you?? I hope your doing okay!

I'm glad you liked it! I had a Joesph itch that just needed to be scratched 💕

HONESTLY ME FUCKING EITHER BUT IM PASSING!! ah, thank you! I try to but sometimes I overthink. There is so much deleted work because of it.

Well, we went home for our two weeks so if my supervisor asked me to stay and I said no I just went home and forgot about it. It only got weird when she asked me if I would work extra hours lol.

Ah, I see. I hope it either goes well for you or your situation improves. Work is already hell you shouldn't have coworkers making it worse.

Hell yeah! We could do it on discord! My mom isn't as sensitive as I am due to her working in the medical field. Me on the other a real-life deep cute makes me cringe and shiver, and I have to look away.

Honestly, the school was another thing that suffered. Yes, I graduated on time, but not with the best grades, and only because I poured HOURS into credit recovery. I missed so much school that I'm surprised they didn't call the cops. Not all of it was because I had to stay with my siblings, but looking back I think it was because I never had me time it was always school and then being a parent. So I faked being sick to have that me time I wanted. Thank you, Galaxy that means a lot, and the same goes for you. I will always be happy to hear or help you in any way I can and feel free to private message me for anything 💕💕

Lol I'll tell you a secret. I got the idea during my all night marathon. I was reading this really good dmc fic, and it sparked this idea that I hope everyone will like. On top of that I think my smut writing could use some work. I struggle sometimes.

[kalifornia1025]

The Resident Patient Pt. 2 (SPOILERS)

Alright sequel notes coming up now!

Fun sleepover, huh? Yeah if only

Poor John sounds so scared

Right, Mariana would be a believer in ghosts 

NOT THE SPINNING POTTERY SCENE REFERENCE, JOHN

Tippy toes? Wow

Ooh yes! Using the mic to bring up recorded evidence is a feature we don’t hear option but SHOULD

I’d be just like Mariana bringing up The Shining in this situation, except I’d do it more liking a joking skeptic

‘Roadkill’? Damn, that was kinda rude Mariana

Mariana: “Call the journalist!”, John: “I don’t want to!” - same John I hate phone calls

This little exchange was cute to me: 

Avery: “What? What’s this hmm? Are you a doctor?”

Sherlock: “No but he is” *referring to John*

John: *ahem* “Hello”

“The only crime that is rife around her involves tax evaders or high-end sex workers. You don’t strike me as either” - okay SHERLOCK?

Ah yes here’s where Sherlock refuses to help the guy because he’s lying 

What’s the deal with magnets in this case?

JOHN’S I LOVE LONDON SHIRT MENTIONED AGAIN!!

Oh wow Sherlock is HEATED about this dude, even saying “go ahead and die, see if I care”

Spooky sleepover!!

Ah yes a mandatory Blair Witch Project mention when recording in a spooky place

Another fun exchange for this episode:

Sherlock: “Good God!”

John: “What is it?!”

Sherlock: “This jacket is grotesque”

John: “God sake”

John…are you asking Sherlock to strip your corpse so your ghost wouldn’t be stuck wearing the pjs you died in??

“Would you like to be found naked? Or perhaps in the disgusting jacket?” - we’re getting silly & sassy Sherlock in this case, I love it!

“You have a sharp mind. You’re a brilliant man, your thoughts and opinions are never stupid” - awww Sherlock complimenting John is so sweet!!

“Well that’s just stupid” - welp that didn’t last long

“Fill a brother in” - NOT SHERLOCK SAYING WHAT JOHN SAID IN PT. 1

Why are they being so cute right now???

Oh shit, crime is happening! GO AWAY, Sherlock and John are bonding!

Listening with headphones sounds like Sherlock is whispering over my shoulder (creepy and uncomfortable)

Ouch, at least you tried to do it, John (maybe better luck with that in the future?)

The disgusting jacket ends up being useful!

“You ok, mate?” - I honestly love how John asks how his friends are doing during cases

Oh…looks like he went ahead and died just like you wanted Sherlock…

Oh wow, that ending for Pt. 2 is…dark. I knew it was gonna happen based on reading it from the ACD story, but it’s always interesting to hear how they present it in the podcast. 

But on a more positive note this case is so Johnlock-positive! Whether or not you ship it, you gotta admit that they’re so much friendlier towards each other here. Also Sherlock is just so much more silly and feral in this case and it’s so funny to me! We need more ‘silly goofy mood’ Sherlock. Alright, tune in next week for the Resident Patient finale…

[justasupportunit]

Ever So Distant You (Part 1 of ??) (Satoru Gojo x OC)

“Rei! Ya coming?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. You blinked, breaking you from your trance like state and looked towards the source of the voice. With his arms behind his head, was your best friend, Satoru Gojo, and next to him, his best friend, Suguru Geto. 

“You really need to stop stacking behind,” Geto told you once you caught up with the two of them. “Satoru gets… quite whiney..” 

“Do not! Don’t listen to his blatant lies, Rei!” Gojo protested, a clear pout on his face. “I just want you to witness the two strongest in the flesh!”

You laughed, “The hell is that s‘possed to mean?” 

Geto rolled his eyes, “Always with your ego, Satoru…”

“What?! Ya know it’s true Suguru!!” Gojo retorted, quite literally acting like a toddler now.

You sighed, “Stop stroking your massive ego for a second will you?” 

“That’s not the only thing that’s massiv– OW!” Gojo said before being hit by Geto causing you to burst out laughing. “Yeah! Yeah! Keep laughing at the poor ol’ guy who just got beaten!!”

“Can you do it again, Geto?” you asked with a laugh. 

“With pleasure.” Geto said, slapping Gojo on the back of the head. 

“Hey! What is this!? Abuse Gojo day!?” Gojo whined.

“You three always make the biggest scene when you’re together…” Shoko said, walking up to the three of you. 

“Shoki!! Finally, I’m saved from these disgusting men!!” you cried, clinging to her.

“The hell Rei!? I thought you liked us!” Gojo exclaimed.

“Didn’t you know she's sexist? That’s our Kishi for you!”Geto laughed, going along with your bit. 

“What the fuck guys!?” Gojo whined, slumping over, defeated.

“Okay, relax, relax! We haven’t even started the shopping trip and you’re already bitching!” you teased. 

“Agreed, we really should get started..” Shoko sighed, to which Geto nodded.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait! Before we officially start, Kishi, ya sense any curses?”

“Dude what?? No?? Stop using me as a detector for fucks sake..” you moaned. 

Gojo laughed before pinching your cheek, “Whattt, you love me! Admit it!”

“As if!”

Geto and Shoko looked at eachother hopelessly before snickering along with you and Gojo.

If only those good days had lasted longer.

The phone rang violently for what felt like hours now. You sat in bed with a pillow covering your ears. It stopped ringing only for it to blare loudly seconds later. “AGH! FINE!” you said throwing the pillow harshly to the side. You snatched the phone up and answered. “What the fuck do you want!?” The other line sat silent, as if lost for words. This only annoyed you more. “Stop fucking calling me! I don’t care who the fuck you are, just leave me alone!”

“Kiki?” an all familiar voice asked from the other end. You froze. Dead silence filled the air. “Kiki… are you–”

“What.. what the fuck are you doing…” you whispered.

“Kiki, look, I can–”

“What? You can explain why you fucking went and vanished from the world ever since that day!? You.. you fucking just left! You left me alone to deal with Geto’s death all alone!”

“Please, Kiki–”

“Shut up! Just shut up, Gojo!” you screamed at him.

You could sense his annoyance from the other end, yet to your surprise, he kept calm. “Kishi… I need to talk to you, just, before you hang up on me, just hear me out?” His voice was sickenly serious for once. But you knew him, or at least did. He’s truly serious, this isn’t a joke to him. With you having gone quiet, Gojo continued. “I.. I want to make things right.. I heard you’ve been without a job? I could provide you with one. I’ll provide you a place to stay too.”

You gasped. “W-what? W-where’s this coming from Toru?” Shit, you called him by your old nickname for him… 

You could practically hear his smile on the other end. “Let’s just say, I need your help as much as you need mine. So, what do you say? Will you help me?”

“Y-you.. You do realize how crazy this all sounds?” you questioned.

“Oh, I can assure you I do. I’m just a tad bit desperate.” Gojo said, his smile growing.

You let out a weak laugh, “What? The Satoru Gojo needs a weaklings help?”

“I guess you could say that…” he whispered. 

“So you do think I’m weak!” 

“Kidding! Kidding! I was only kidding,” he laughed, “But seriously.. What do you say Kishi?

Thoughts muddied your brain. As much as you didn’t want to accept his offer, you didn’t really have much of a choice, you had nothing left after all. You’re sure he knew that too. But, just the chance of getting to see him again compelled you to answer, “I… I’ll think about it..”

“Hm? Oh. Got it. Here, wait. Meet me at Jujutsu High. We can talk more about it there. I think that’ll confirm your decision.” Gojo said, trying to hide his disappointment.

“... fine… when do you want me to–”

“I’m coming to pick you up now. Just realized you don’t have a car.”

“What?! Wait dude, I’m not even like.. Presentable, or decent looking or–”

He snickered, “So? Better hurry up then. On my way now.”

The phone hung up with a hum. You sat there in shock. Was… was that actually real? You looked at the call log. Yup.. there it is, the number I’ve blocked and unblocked countless of times.. Wait, I never changed his name on my phone? For real? Huh.. guess it’s been stuck on ‘Blue Eyes White Gojo’ for a while now… should probably change that..

You shook the thought from your head before hurrying to get ready. Before you knew it, there was a knock at the door. You froze just as Gojo let himself in.

“Oh wait, my bad. Probably should’ve waited for your answer… hope you don’t mind I just barged in!” he said, a smile spread wide across his face.

You stood there, simply staring at him. He looked around at the mess you’ve created. All the empty bottles, clothes strewn about, food you could bear to get up to throw away… Then he made direct eye contact with you. His blue eyes softened their gaze. “What? Ya crying?” he teased, only for you to actually start crying. Before he knew it, you ran over to him and hugged him. He recoiled with a gasp. You, hugging him? That's.. That's never happened… Yet you clung to him, crying more and more into his jacket. Despite your worries of him pushing you away, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him as well. He combed through your hair, smiling weakly. “... I’m here.” That was all he could say.

It took a bit for you to calm down. “F-fuck… sorry.. I.. I don’t know what came over me..” you apologized to him. “I.. I think I’m ready to go.”

“Ya sure? Got anything of importance here?” Gojo asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I mean, not really. Just old stuff from highschool.”

“Want me to carry anything? I mean, the cars got room.” he offered. 

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“Suit yourself.”

He led you out of your shitty apartment and down to his car. It didn’t seem like the best weather outside, but then again, when did it ever? Gojo walked on ahead as you waited on the stairs, just staring at the cloudy sky. When he noticed you weren’t following him he turned around. “Something up?”

“Just doesn’t feel real…” you muttered. 

“When does it ever?” Gojo laughed. “Now c’mon, you’re not going stand around all day on my watch.”

So there you were, driving in the passenger seat of Gojo’s car. He wasn’t playing any music, so you tried to turn the radio on. Gojo took a hand off the wheel just to smack yours away. “H-hey! What gives?”

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“My car, my music.”

“You’re not even playing anything…”

“Oh, thats cuz its a piece called ‘10 hours of absolute silence’, ever heard of it?” Gojo smirked.

“Smartass.” you sighed, looking out the window. You passed multiple alleys, but stopped in front of only one. You lazily looked around till your eyes landed on another pair. “Oh great.. A curse…” you muttered. Gojo didn’t seem to care. It was only until those eyes formed a body that you started to panic. “G-gojo..?” “Hm? What’s up?”

“T-there’s a curse… in that alley..”

“So? It’s weak, right?”

“I.. I don’t know?? It.. it looks just like G-geto..”

Gojo sighed. “It’s probably nothing… hell, I don’t sense anything. Maybe it’s just you?”

You nodded shakily as the light turned. As Gojo sped off, you swear the eyes followed you all the way till you were completely out of sight.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the ride, you didn’t even notice when the car stopped and Gojo got out. “Rei, c’mon now. I have a spot in mind for us.” Gojo motioned for you.

“O-oh. Sorry, coming.” 

He slowed down till he was by your side. “Hey, ya got your head in the clouds or somethin’?” You stayed silent as you guys continued walking. Gojo pouted at you, “Aw, c’mon. Don’t give me the cold shoulder…”

“Hurts doesn’t it?” you retorted in a semi joking way. Gojo stayed silent to this, for once in his life he couldn’t come up with something to say. So instead, he changed the topic.

“You don’t look that bad, by the way. When you said you weren’t ‘presentable’ I pictured much worse.” 

“Wow, smooth talker are we?” you rolled your eyes.

“Wait.. ah.. Okay, I’ll admit, I worded that poorly. Just, I’m saying you look the same Kishi– and before you say anything! That’s a good thing to me. A really good thing actually.” he looked down. “A-anyways.. We’re headed to the weapons room. It shouldn’t be too busy around this time.”

You both arrived at the weapons room, no one else was there. Gojo traced his fingers along some weapons, clicking his tongue at some of them. When he caught you staring he smiled, “Let’s talk, shall we?”

He leaned against the wall and smiled towards you. “Look, I’ll keep it blunt. You need my help, and I need yours. Like I said, I could give you a job and a place to live. I’ll provide you with a stable life once more. However! You’ll work directly under me. You’ll basically be my sorta right-hand man…. Or woman.”

“... go on.”

“Interested, are we? Good. Now, you’ll be directly involved in what I do. I tried to have that not be the case, but the higher up’s kept pushing it.. Anyways. This will be dangerous, I won’t lie to you about that. But I won’t have you doing the most dangerous missions to start out. Currently, we’re looking for cursed objects. And I mean, very very cursed.”

“That’s where I come in… isn’t it?” you asked.

“Right on the mark. The whole school knows about your ability to detect curses, even when others cannot. Time is of the essence with this task, and well, you’re literally the best girl for the job.”

“That’s it? I just act as a detector for cursed objects?” you snickered.

“For now, yeah. It will probably increase in danger, quickly. I get if you don’t want to take this ris–”

“I’ll do it.” 

Gojo paused, blinking as if he didn't hear you correctly. “W-wait. You're serious? No rebuttal? No ‘fuck you, gojo’?  Not even a scoff?” 

You shrugged, “Dude, I'm not dumb. Like you said, I need this. It'd be nice to have a normal life for once…”

Gojo eyed you sympathetically before reaching out a hand. “So it's a deal then?” 

You took his hand and shook it, “It's a deal.”

He nodded affirmingly. “Great! Heh, seems we'll be stuck together once more!”

You rolled your eyes, “Don't kid yourself. I can leave anytime I want—”

“That's where you're wrong sweetie~.” Gojo whispered, leaning up to your ear. You froze at the sudden proximity change. Before you could speak, Gojo cooed, “You're beneath me, remember? And besides, if you leave, what will you have?” 

“W-what the fuck…?” you shuddered, pushing Gojo away. You couldn't read his expression. Was he being serious? Since when has he threatened you? Was that even a threat?

Gojo stared at you, a coy smile spread across his face. “You scared?” 

“N-no! Just… what the hell? Calling me ‘sweetie’? Like the hell was that for?” you asked.

“What? Thought you'd like it. Besides, it's not everyday I get to be with an old friend— oh wait, it will be now!” Gojo laughed. Once he calmed down, he put a hand on your shoulder. “Ima head to the higher ups office, tell them you accepted. Feel free to roam around for a bit. I'll come looking for ya after.” 

“... You're just leaving me alone in a room of weapons?” 

“Eh? I said you could walk around didn't I? Besides! Look on the bright side! If you're behaved, might even let you have your own!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the weapons. He hummed a bit before saying, “Well, I should really get going. Gotta spread the good news! Talk soon Kishi~” He waved goodbye before practically strutting out the door. 

[virginmiri99]

What’s the deal with Tommy and his girlfriend? Straightbaiting or true love?

Despite knowing next to nothing on Tommy’s girlfriend, we’ve come together as a group to ask one simple question: is knowing of her presence a good or bad thing? Critblr consensus is this reveal was a BAD IDEA.

While we can’t be sure when Tommy began to date his girlfriend, the general idea is it must’ve been around August-October. Tommy’s tweet on Oct. 12th was most likely about people coming up to him while he was out with her, which makes him revealing her in November even stranger. Even if they’ve known each other for a better part of the year—it’s still only been months, and he’s put her on blast to his main channel viewers. Hell, Tubbo’s boyfriends name has never even officially been “revealed” and they have been dating for a year.

So why does Tommy reveal to millions he’s dating someone after months of knowing her and everyone telling him not to?

My personal theory is he’s in his honeymoon phase; full of love and wanting to scream it from the rooftops because he’s an excitable person. But, his impulsivity clouded his thinking here, paired with his content-driven brain, it’s almost like he sees his girlfriend as a character in the TommyInnit show. I certainly don’t believe Tommy is like that 100% of his time—clearly not, she’s close enough to him to hang out with his friends one on one—but he’s always had a problem of seeing people in his life as Characters when a camera is rolling: Wilbur, the brother. Tubbo, the sidekick. Ranboo, the love interest. Phil, the dad. And now… his girlfriend—it’s content. It’s always content. What’s most interesting about the reveal is he admits he stretched the truth in his “story” of how he met her, which shows he at least is somewhat conscious of how he treated the situation and I’m glad that video was never released. The reveal video still pisses me off, though. What good came of making such a big deal about this situation? A few laughs on a stream? The newest bit to the TommyInnit show? Tommy admits himself people told him not to do this and he did it anyway. Here is a girl whom doesn’t want to be seen in any content, something Tommy has reiterated, and yet he uses her as content. I can’t be 100% sure about their relationship as I am some bitch on tumblr, but if I was in that situation I’d feel at least… uncomfortable. Looking at the way Tubbo treats his boyfriend, a non streamer, it’s wildly different to how Tommy treats his girlfriend. When the camera is rolling she’s not a person to him—she’s just content.

Theory 2: he revealed his girlfriend to “jump ahead of the situation.” This one is far fetched, but almost believable. It’s far fetched, because literally no one had any idea about her. So what exactly is he “jumping ahead” of? Fans coming up to him in public like “TOMMYINNIT IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!?” very few people are that rude. It wasn’t an immediate need, he clearly spent a long time making the dreaded “first kiss” video that has luckily since been scrapped, so this is very far fetched. But still possible. He said he wanted “to be honest” with fans, but that is a complete and utter lie. Tommy lies all the time, and he continues to lie and stretch the truth. He admitted to lying in his scrapped video!!! Why did he say that?!

Theory 3: Straightbating. Tommy began to grow weary of being a very strange bisexual man off addaerall and wished to prove he was straight. I do believe he likes his girlfriend, and do we really need to go over it? You are not normal. I hope ur girlfriend is a fujoshi bc ur behavior towards Ranboo and Tubbo is CAPITAL W W-E-I-R-D! You know that tiktok that’s like “why do guys as so gay around the dudes?” and a guy stitched it with “what you need to be asking is why do guy act so straight around the girls?” that’s their relationship. What’s to even say?

Conclusión: The year is young, many thing happen in a year, true love can be found, people can move away, find new friends… it’s all about where time will take you. But… what’s most shocking to me about the girlfriend reveal is that no matter where in the timeline you place the point where they started dating… it’s still no time at all. It’s an impulsive decision. Let’s say something beautiful and true. Maybe their love will last an eternity and they are so happy together and Tommy loves her so much he wants to scream it from the roof tops! They will stay together happily! ^_^ yayyyyy!!!! ^-^ Now, let’s say something wicked and ironic. The case of matter is: relationships when you’re 18 don’t always work out. Sometimes they do, but it’s rare. It takes maturity and certain circumstances… and sometimes you still have growing to do and you may not be able to do that with your partner. It’s tragic, that’s the beauty of life and love. People come and go from your life—but when you’re a celebrity with millions of eyes on you, those relationships become apart of history. If Tommy’s current behavior is any clue, I don’t imagine things always being greener on the other side of the camera. If the way he treats his girlfriend right now continues, or even worsens, I don’t see such a private person being cool with it. If they breakup Tommy’s past content suddenly becomes very awkward. His girlfriend is clearly has befriended many of Tommy’s friends, which would make the situation all the more awkward. If they breakup will it be heinous and awful? Or quick and amicable? Will she still hangout with people like Ranboo and Beky? Will Tommy be cool with that? Who knows, these are all questions that influence a relationship or someone who may not be completely happy in a relationship.

All in all, Tommy’s decision to reveal his girlfriend the way he did was a BAD IDEA. Not only does it make fans see her as a Character in the TommyInnit show, but it makes Tommy see her that way too. Which is like… not cool! Take a page out of Tubbo’s book! She’s a person, Tom! She’s not a stinger on a stream, and with his current persona, no matter how he tries to weave her in, it all comes off as exploitation. I hope they’re both having a wonderful day right now, though! Peace and Love and let’s see where the earths rotation takes us this year 🫶🏻