#but also of course elliot has pills

[amberinn]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

yeah guys. CHARWHIT.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Hunter's daughter doing the loli dance trend

She became an internet sensation in a night and Hunter is gonna go hunting down the predators

He's making sure if his daughter becomes a child star, she'll have the best protection

A/N: Sorry, this took so long to answer. College is pilling up on me again. Also, I made Hunter's daughter a teen (15 going on 16) in this because I don't know how to write children who are really young.

"You did what?!" Hunter shrieks, waking you up.

"Hunter, what are you fussing about now?" You ask, getting off the couch.

"Come see what your daughter has danced to on that clock app!" Hunter yells, making their preteen daughter, Melody go into the kitchen.

You look at Lauren dancing and are slightly impressed she can dance so well.

"She got my moves," You say, smirking until you see Hunter's face."But, of course, the lyrics of the song are very inappropriate."

"Mom! That's so unfair! You've danced to much more inappropriate songs when you were on the majorette team when you were my age," Lauren whines, making you go still.

"Oh...true," You mumble, looking away from your eldest daughter.

"Don't use your mother's past against her. You're not going to dance to songs with lyrics like this on the internet for who knows what to save and view. In fact, I'm going to Henry to completely wipe this from the internet," Hunter says, storming out of the house.

You and Lauren look at each other and then laugh.

"How about I cut you a deal? You can still dance, but you join my old majorette team?" You offer, passing your daughter her phone.

"Deal!" Lauren exclaims, hugging you. "I wonder how long it's going to take for Dad to realize that the video of me doing the loli dance trend was in my drafts?"

"Oh, probably a while. Despite your father's job, he's not very smart. I remember when we were dating, I asked Hunter to get me a B-cup bra. He brought me a literal bra with bees on it. I laughed so hard that water spurt out of my nose. The best part was that the bra was an A-cup!" You laugh, making Lauren burst into laughter. "Oh, and then there was the time at our high school graduation, Hunter nearly fell off the front of the stage!"

You and your eldest daughter crack up and eventually stop.

"Mommy, what are we going to do for food?" Melody asks, tugging on your sleeve.

"Hmmm...how about GIRL DINNER!" You scream, making all of your daughters shriek with delight.

You give them your phone and they order their favorite dishes from their favorite restaurants. You pay for the order with Hunter's debit card and go into your room for face masks and salon care.

"Ugh! What does Elliot want now?" Lauren groans, flopping onto the bed. "Oh, Dad wants to know why there were four transactions on his debit card."

You had almost forgotten Henry has children. Elliot VanHelding, the eldest of Henry's children, goes to the same school as Lauren, and Delilah. Not only that, but he seems to fancy Lauren, which makes you worried.

"Just tell him we decided to take a girl's day off," You respond, sipping a strawberry lemonade margarita from the fridge.

"Ok, mom!" Lauren says, high-fiving you.

Hunter receives the text message and smiles a little.

"So, is the video deleted?" Hunter asks Elliot, crouching next to him as his friend's son does his magic.

"Yep! Completely erased from her drafts!" Elliot says, turning around to face Hunter.

"Drafts? So it was never published?"

"Nope."

"I've got to get back to my house."

By the time Hunter had gotten back, you, Lauren, Delilah, and Melody had locked every door, entrance, and window.

"Honey, this isn't funny! Open the door!" Hunter yells, pounding on the door.

"Sorry, babe! It's girl's night now!" You exclaim, shutting the curtains.

Hunter sees you wearing a fake scarf with cheap star-shaped sunglasses and hides a smile. Hunter grabs a pillow and blanket from the trunk and makes a bed for himself in the backseat of his car. He takes in the smell of the blanket and takes comfort in knowing that it smells like your perfume from when you went to the beach with Hunter for the summer before your senior year in college. His mind fills with summer memories, and they carry him to sleep.

[leafy-goob]

Elliot AU facts pt. 2

Today we are doing Mafia! Elliot (the one made by Bright), doing this cause I’ve only done VH! Elliot a long while again and decided to do more facts with mafia. Also I have to many concepts of them so I’ll try to keep it short as I can!

concept #1 Elliot: enemies to lovers (DONT JUDGE ME)

-Have a cat they found in an alley when they were 16

-they ran away at 10 and would pickpocket then sell the stuff, this is how they met on older man who was a mafia boss that decided to take them in.

-this goes for mostly all the concept, their physic is slim but some muscle while also having scars on their body.

-Despise Wally a lot (of course not for long, heheheh)

Concept #2 : casino singer! Elliot

-they are the only scar free and no muscle, of course have some strength for self defense.

-divorced from an arranged marriage that was full of a lot of neglection.

-Sounds like Roxie from Chicago musical

-also the only one that doesn’t have relations to the mafia until meeting Wally but it was kept secret from them

Concept #3: part of the family! Elliot

-this one is actually in the same family with Wally

-knew Wally when young just like the others

-a little less cold than the other mafia concepts

-adores kids, they always show a soft side when near kids and can’t help but find them funny with their imaginations

-do realize on having feelings for Wally but think it’s unprofessional

Concept #4: Mafia boss! Elliot (I like this one a little too much)

-this one has the same story of how #1 Elliot got into the mafia, but instead of being second in command, their boss was a little more cruel and trained them more early pushing them to be nothing but a heartless tool

-they killed their boss at 14 and became the boss of that family after using some members as an example

-pretty more sarcastic and sadistic but know when to take a chill pill

-the only one that smokes but tried to quit once being in a relationship with Wally

-at the start, they met with Wally to discuss an alliance and would secretly take a smoke when finding out he didn’t like it (I might make a comic on the conversation of this)

all concepts: All of them love dark chocolate

[luvfae]

LITTLE STAR

PART THIRTEEN

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, drug use, mention of addiction, smut, choking

little star masterlist

You woke up the morning after Lexi's play to a text message from the girl herself.

'Hey Y/N, we can hang today?' Lexi had asked, you smiled at her question, replying almost immediately.

'Of course we can, i'll come to you,' you replied. Lexi was quick to answer back, telling you a time to come, letting you know that Rue would be there also. You couldn't help but grin, the three of you back together again, it made you feel warm inside.

You glanced over at your sleeping boyfriend, turning your phone off and rolling over to face him, peppering kisses against his face until his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," Elliot groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning," you beamed, fingers running through his hair. "Sorry to wake you but i'm heading over to Lexi's soon, I was just wondering if you could drive me there?" You asked.

"Sure," he replied, wrapping his arms around you, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. You melted into his touch, your fingers tracing shapes into his back.

"I better get ready then," you said, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use, he had a bone crushing hold on you. "Elli, c'mon. Let me go," you laughed.

Eventually he loosened his grip and you moved away from him, standing up to change into your clothes. Elliot rested his head on his hand, watching you as you slipped out of your pyjamas and into a pair of short and a t-shirt.

"Can I have an oxy?" You asked, glancing over at him as you fixed up your hair.

"No," he replied.

"Why not?" You asked.

Elliot cleared his throat, sitting up properly on his bed. "Is it true what Lexi said? Are you really addicted to them?" Elliot asked, eyebrows furrowed.

You looked away from him, rolling your eyes. "No," you lied. "Lexi has no idea what she's talking about."

Elliot hummed, not truly convinced with your answer. "Well, the no still stands," Elliot said, standing up and walking out of his room and into the bathroom.

You glanced over at the doorway before quickly moving to where he kept his pills, stealing two oxy's from his stash and shoving them in your pocket before he came back.

"You ready?" He asked and you nodded, following him out to his car. Elliot drove you to Lexi's house and you gave him a kiss before walking to her front door.

"Y/N," Lexi smiled, hugging you tight and inviting you in.

"I need to use the bathroom real quick," you said.

"I'll be in my room," Lexi said and you nodded, closing the bathroom door behind you. You pulled one of the pills from your pocket, crushing it up and snorting every last drop. You flushed the toilet for good measure and headed up to Lexi's room. Rue and Lexi were seated on the floor and you smiled, sitting down next to them.

You talked for hours, things got pretty deep and personal between Rue and Lexi. You reminisced on the friendship the three of you used to have and how much everything had changed, which led the conversation's spotlight to be on you.

"Y/N, i'm sorry to put you on blast last night... I was hoping it'd be a wake up call," Lexi sighed, looking over at you.

"I wasn't expecting it... I didn't even know you knew," you replied. Lexi glanced over at Rue. "I'm not addicted to them," you said, trying to convince yourself also.

"I'm gunna be honest with you Y/N, and not because I wanna piss you off, but because I care about you," Rue said clearing her throat. "We care about you," she motioned between her and Lexi. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at your curly haired friend. "Elliot is not good for you."

You sighed, shaking your head. "You don't know what you're talking about," you replied.

"I do. He's bad for you," Rue said. "He might not mean to be bad for you, but he is. He's a bad influence," Rue said.

"He really is, Y/N," Lexi added.

You rolled your eyes at your friends. "The damage is already done isn't it?" You said. "You should of told him to steer clear of me all those months ago."

"What damage?" Lexi asked.

"I'm in love with him," you said, fidgeting with your hands. "And maybe he is bad for me, but I don't care. It's not like either of you can comment on my relationship," you said.

"We only want what's best for you," Lexi sighed.

"You are in no position to judge Lexi, you're crushing on a drug dealer," you said before looking over at Rue. "And your ex girlfriend tried to have sex with Elliot when you two were still together, that's why I hate her," you said.

Rue pursed her lips, eyes wide at your comment. "She did?" Rue asked.

"Yes, she did," you said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Rue asked.

"I didn't want you to spiral even more," you said.

"And we don't want you to spiral," Lexi said. "This isn't about my relationship or Rue's relationship, it's about the addiction that you've gained from dating Elliot."

"I don't have an addiction."

"You do!" Rue yelled, sighing in frustration.

You stood up. "I can't handle this anymore," you said, storming out of Lexi's bedroom and down the steps to her front door. You ignored your friends protests as you stalked out of Lexi's house, hugging yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way to the place you felt the safest.

Elliot's house.

You wiped your eyes, letting yourself in like you always did and headed up to his bedroom. He was strumming away on his guitar, humming along to the melody. You smiled at the sight, leaning against his doorframe, watching his head bob up and down, his eyes closed. You could watch him like this for hours, but you also really needed a hug.

You cleared your throat and Elliot jumped, his strumming coming to a halt, eyes snapping open. You watched as he sighed in relief.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said. "You scared the shit outta me," he smiled, looking up at you again. His happy face turning into worry at the sight of your puffy tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He placed his guitar on his bed, rushing over to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, engulfing you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"I got into a fight with Lexi and Rue," you sniffed, pressing your cheek into his chest, his head resting on top of yours. "It's no big deal, I just really needed a hug. I feel a lot better now," you sighed, happily.

Elliot pressed a kiss to your forehead before cupping your cheeks and connecting his lips with yours. You gripped onto his shirt, deepening the kiss, slowly backing him towards his bed.

Elliot sat down and you stood in between his legs, his hands roaming your body.

"You are one horny motherfucker," Elliot laughed, you smiled down at him, hands on his cheeks to pull him in for another kiss. Your tongue roamed his mouth as he pushed your shorts to your ankles.

You pulled away from him, ripping his t-shirt up and over his head, followed by your own t-shirt. Elliot's eyes filled with lust at the sight of your bare chest, his fingers pinching your nipples. You moaned, arching your chest into his touch.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," you said. His eyes snapped up to yours and he stood up, taking his own pants and briefs off before sitting back down.

"Go for it," he said. You smiled, slipping out of your panties and straddling him. You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, his hands gripping your hips as you began to rock back and forth against him, soft moans escaping your lips.

"Feels so good," you whispered before kissing him passionately. Elliot wrapped a hand around your neck as your movements began to speed up, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Grunts and groans left Elliot’s mouth, filling your ears, fucking him was pure ecstasy. You were truly and utterly in love with him, but you wouldn’t say it. Not until he did first. So you showed it through the movements of your hips. Your arms snaked around his neck, eyes staring into his as your face twisted with pleasure.

“You’re perfect,” Elliot breathed. You smiled at his words, pressing a firm kiss against his lips, your hips rocking against him at a fast and steady pace, his hands roaming your body, coming to a halt at your hips, guiding your movements against him. The both of you submitting yourself into a state of bliss, forgetting about the rest of the world, only focused on each other. But only for this fleeting moment because in 48 hours everything was about to change.

© luvfae 2022

[milquetoast-on-acid]

Milquetoast watches organized crime: The Christmas episode

The Christmas Episode: 2x9, pt 1

Eli is framed and Elliot asks Olivia how many dudes she’s dated while he was gone. 

I just realized that Bernie put up a snow globe as the star on the top of their Christmas tree. I just love her! You go girl, you do you! Bernie is such a great character and I love seeing her pop up but we don't nearly get enough of her. She's just mostly around the edges as a supporting family member and Elliot's life.

I love how Mia asks Eli. Are you meeting your dealer? When in fact he is the dealer.

Elliot still calls. Richard dickey? I thought dicky was going by dick now.

Man, the music for the show is just absolutely gorgeous. Why? Oh why do they not have a soundtrack release for it? I know that Ruth Barrett is back for season 2 so this is all her music and it is glorious. I do like that it's got a different tone to the music this season versus last season. Last season was mostly strings to sort of underline the overwhelming sadness of Elliot and the rest of his family.

This season it's more electronic based so it still has all those angsty sad undertones but it's not as sad sounding.

Okay so Ela has just discovered the dead girl and of course he didn't kill her. Part of me. Me did kind of think it had something to do with the pills but of course it was just them trying to frame Eli. And then of course poor little Eli freaks out is this tiny little kid and this world that he doesn't really know. He lost his mom. He lost his home. He lost his friends but one thing he does have. He does have his family. And they will go to the ends of the earth to save him.

One thing I do love about the show is how they have built up this relationship between Elliot and Eli and just how loving and precious it is. Despite all the ups and downs of their relationship. It is a true father and son relationship where they love each other. Very, very deeply. And Eli parents Elliot of it. I have noticed and that's not his job. Even at times, Kathleen has told him you're going to stay with Maureen while dad sorts his crap out. But of course Eli thinks he's grown and wants to help Elliot deal. But the good thing for Elliot is that he's got this whole other support system besides his family that he can rely on.

It's interesting learning that Elliot doesn't live in Queens anymore, but their loft is now in Long Island.

That's amazing to me that Dick Wolf is still making Law& order shows now they are coming out with a new version of the original series. I'm curious if it's going to be a strict procedural like it used to be. I'm not sure how that's going to work in this sort of market nowadays. Organized crime has exceeded because of its great storytelling. It's great acting and also the Benson and Stabler relationship at the heart of the show.

You got to love Bernie for just blurting out things that everyone is thinking. Like she's just like. I hope Eli is not dead. Oh you're beautiful bride. How was Olivia's funeral? Like Bernie has no filter and I am so here for it.

I'm so sad that Bernie thinks that Elliot blames her or for Eli running off. Because of her pills and because she does sometimes cause a bit of chaos. But Elliot is trying to do better by his mom and he does love her and he does truly want her there with them. I hope that Bernie stays for a long time. At least until Elliot is able to find better ground in his life and with his family and Olivia.

I love how literally the first thing Elliot does when he goes to find Eli is to pick up Olivia. She is his rock and she has always been there for him and she will always be there for him. He just needs to start reciprocating.

And I can see their theme song is playing during this car scene which makes the shipper in me quite giddy.

The thing that I do love about the scene and love about their relationship is that Elliot is completely open with Olivia. Like he will show her his true feelings. How upset he is about the Eli being missing and his head spinning as to what could possibly have happened to him. It's very different than the previous scene that we just saw in which he was the one that was the strong one and now he's spiraling. Cuz he trusts Olivia to catch him when he falls. The patriarch of the family he has to remain the strong one, especially seeing that his mom is falling apart over his missing son.

Not only does she give him words of reassurance to call him down but she also holds his hand. And this is imagery that has been brought up time and time again in the show between the two of them. It started with the. I love you scene in which Olivia tells Elliot just take our hand and grab onto us. Instead. Instead he ran away from himself and his emotions. But later on in the scene in which he tells Olivia the truth and reveals his true feelings for her. He reaches for her even in his drug state, that was significant.

Elliot is never more soft than he is with her. Never more vulnerable than he is with her. He does not show this side of himself to anybody including Kathy herself. Which was always a big issue in their marriage. So I think a big reason why everybody thinks that Olivia is a bit crazy for welcoming Elliot back into her life as that they never have seen this part of him. They just see this guy that bulldozes his way back into her life and is just destructive and chaotic.

Both her words and her actions tell him that they are in this together that she's there for him and that they will both find Eli together. Thus the look on her face after she reaches out and grabs his hand. And then she looks over at him. It's just so full of love!

I don't know how they incorporate this music until nearly all of their scenes in the show so perfectly. Like there is this sad undertone with angsty strings and then it just builds and builds into a beautiful crescendo. There is another version of their love theme that is played later on in this episode that we'll talk about when it appears.

I'm so glad that the cop stops Eli from jumping off that bridge! That cop is a hero even if he did think that Eli was a killer.

I love how the hero cop asks Olivia if she is Eli's mom. Because for all intents and purposes she isn't his mom but she is a mother figure for him.

I feel like this episode marks a turning point in Elliot and Olivia's relationship. Because Elliot is inviting Olivia in and the way that she had always wanted. She isn't on the outside looking in anymore. He asked her to go with him. He asked her to come inside the room so that he can talk to Eli. She isn't standing outside. She's right there with him supporting him and reaching out to Eli in a way that Elliot can't.

In the letter scene Elliot tells Olivia: let me in. But it really isn't until now that he is letting her in. Olivia told him in the previous episode on SVU that their relationship so far has been a one-way street. And I think part of that has to do with him. Not really letting Olivia in in the way that he hasn't needed to in order for them to move forward.

I do love how Eli was wondering why Olivia was there. And for many reasons I think because her position has a police officer he was probably worried in that capacity. And also because he doesn't really know Olivia. I don't think that they have spent all that much time together. Eli has no idea the vested interest that Olivia has in his safety. Not only because he is Elliot's child, but also because she was instrumental in his birth.

I love how Olivia just instinctively coaxes out what Eli had gone through. Eli kind of clams up with Elliot even though he does want to tell him what had happened. And also because Olivia is the embodiment of empathy she knows how to talk and get people to tell their story.

I love Olivia questioning Eli trying to get as much information out of him as she can so that she can help him. All the while. Keeping an eye on Elliot and his emotions and trying to keep his temper at bay.

I love that Olivia reverts to using Elliot's old familiar nickname. She hasn't used much only in times of crisis. Have we seen her use it.

First of all, I love that this cop doesn't give Olivia any information whatsoever. Because she shouldn't know this information. But Olivia just wants to help Eli and is doing it in the best way she can. Girl is ride or die. That is for sure! I am loving the return of this in their relationship that they will just go to the ends of the earth to help the other one.

So instead of getting the information out of the cop she just hangs around till she hear something. You got to love how sneaky she can be.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

[consumedkings-archive]

i. you could love me ✧ cora stammos x elliot honeysett

summary: a shortie little second birthday present for my love @vasiktomis​​ ♡ writing the atomic blondes has been on my radar for a while and since the jacob/soli piece isn’t QUITE done......this will suffice (for now). just domestic bliss where definitely everyone is on the same page, all the time. also combined it with the “morning after” prompt of “you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t have to keep saying goodbye like this” 

words: 1.8K

warnings: toothpaste shenanigans, which is necessary because of the tooth-rotting fluff. someplace somewhere john seed is fuming that two pretty women are kissing without him

It’s early morning, and Cora is getting ready for work.

Or she’s trying to, anyway; it’s near impossible for her to find her toothpaste, buried in the cabinet over the sink, because every time she pulls it out Elliot sticks it back in their according to her organization system which does not register in her brain. Hunting down the toothpaste every morning has become almost as much of a ritual as getting ready itself.

It’s the same bottle. It shouldn’t be hard to find. Amidst the various hair and skin products that Scarlet keeps dropping off—“It should help with that dreadful dry winter skin, honey,”—a few scattered pill bottles, and the sensitive-teeth toothpaste that Elliot prefers, it should be old hat at this point.

And yet: it is not. She spends a good five minutes looking for it, checking the watch on her wrist to see how far it’s put her behind even though she already knows the answer.

“Cora,” comes the sleepy voice from inside the bedroom, “did you find—?”

She sticks her head into the bedroom and looks at the half-asleep blonde on the bed expectantly.

“Farthest left,” Elliot says, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, “top shelf.”

“Hm,” Cora replies, certain that she looked in that spot—and of course it is there, of course it is, once she shuffles around and opens the farthest left cabinet, on the top shelf, because there’s no way it would be in a place Elliot didn’t know where it was.

“Did you find it?”

Around a mouthful of toothpaste, Cora says, “Yes.”

“Okay. Good morning.”

“Hm,” she replies, as much of a good morning as she’ll muster while her mouth froths with Colgate. She hears the sound of Elliot rustling around in the bedroom and then going out into the kitchen; she’ll start the coffee, and maybe some toast, and then Cora will be off for work while Elliot settles in for the rest of her day off.

Mid-teeth-brushing, Cora absently tidies the bathroom; Elliot’s brush goes back on the shelf, the shampoo and conditioner back in the shower, the bubble bath that the blonde prefers with a heavy rose scent under the sink. It’s funny, to see their things blended like this, intermingling and fitted together so nicely, like they were always there. Like they were always—

She stops. She stares at the two bottles of shampoo and two bottles of conditioner—their separate, preferred brands—and narrows her eyes. Puzzling.

Elliot’s brush, and her brush. The hair dye that Elliot picked up from the store last week and left on the counter for her. The toothbrush holder where Ell’s little green toothbrush is still sitting, waiting for use. The towels Elliot specifically unpacked and brought out because Cora couldn’t stand the texture of the ones Elliot had before.

Their stuff. All of their stuff. Together. In the same place?

Cora rinses out her mouth and toothbrush and sets it aside. We’re living together? When did that happen? She can’t pinpoint the exact moment. Every time she searches through her memory, each slide is so thickly embedded in the last that it’s...seamless. Endless. There’s no hard lines, no divider or moment that says, You Are Here.

“Cora?” Elliot calls from the kitchen, breaking her out of the reverie. “Do you want toast?”

We’re living together, Cora thinks, her brows furrowing. “Yes, I do.”

She steps outside and into the kitchen. Elliot’s cinched into a soft robe, her cheeks still flushed warm with the special heat that comes from sleep, standing over the coffee pot as it bubbles unconvincingly and she sticks two pieces of bread into the toaster.

“We should get a new one,” Cora says after a moment. “Sounds like that one’s about to go.”

“I know,” Elliot sighs, passing a hand over her face. “Do you remember that one that we saw at the store, a few days ago? I keep thinking about it. I had a dream about it, it was so cool. I’ve never had a coffee pot that cool.”

Shifting on her feet and feeling very oddly about her sudden realization that she has been living with Elliot Honeysett for a (currently undetermined) amount of time, Cora says by way of response, “It has a lot of buttons.”

Elliot grimaces. “Yeah, it does.”

It did have a lot of buttons. More buttons than what are needed to make coffee. But the way Elliot’s brows furrow has Cora going, “But we can still get it,” filled with the sudden and inexplicable urge to wipe that frustration off of the woman’s face. The words do the trick; almost sheepishly, like she was guilty she’d been caught wanting something as frivolous as a sleek coffee pot with too many buttons, Elliot blushes.

“You think so?” she asks, sounding endearingly hopeful.

Cora shrugs, her stomach twisting pleasantly at the pretty way Elliot worries her lower lip with her teeth. She sits down at the table and says, “If you want it, we can.”

A beam splits across Elliot’s face, and the blush remains even as the toast pops up and she dutifully goes about plating it. “Okay,” she agrees, seemingly rejuvenated, “I’ll go by today and pick it up. That way we can put the old one out of its misery. Old Yeller it.”

She sets the plate of toast in front of Cora and the coffee cup too, and then pours herself one and sits down beside her. Immediately, Elliot busies herself with the paper; as Cora goes through the motions of eating toast, and Elliot chats about how excited she is to have a day off when the weather’s so nice, because that means surely the store will be putting out the plant starters, she thinks, This is very comfortable.

And then she thinks, hm.

“...ora? What do you think?”

She slides her gaze to the blonde beside her, brows furrowing in at the center of her forehead as she sweeps her eyes over Elliot’s inquisitive expression.

“When did we move in together?” Cora asks abruptly.

“Um,” Ell replies, blinking rapidly, “what?”

“We live together.”

“That’s correct,” the blonde ventures cautiously.

“When?” Cora feels the frown settling on her face. “When did we move in together?”

Elliot’s brows lift in surprise, like the question didn’t quite hit the first time. She clears her throat and settles in her seat for a moment, smoothing her hand over the newspaper on the table and then sliding it to the side.

“Eight months ago,” Elliot begins, “remember when you were complaining about how you had to drive back to your house to get your clothes for work, and we were standing on the porch—”

“Yes.”

“—and I kissed you,” she continues, and waits until Cora nods, as though she’s afraid that’s been forgotten, “and I said, you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this—”

“I remember.”

“Right.” Elliot looks at her expectantly for a moment. “And then you said, ‘it would be more time-efficient if that were the case’.”

“It is.”

“So then we did.” She gestures with her hand vaguely, as though to indicate the house and their belongings. “Move in. Together.”

Cora frowns again. “Hm.”

“You don’t like it?” Elliot asks after a moment.

“Like what?”

“Living together,” and she sounds shy now, her cheeks going pink again, her fingers pulling at the hem of her robe sleeve with nerves. They’re all these little things that Cora’s become accustomed to picking up on—ticks and voice cadences that she’s heard over and over again in the last eight months (and some change). Oh, she thinks, but it’s too late because Elliot’s started rambling now.

“I know it’s kind of annoying, having all of these places I put stuff,” she’s saying, “and—we need a bigger mattress because Boomer takes up so much space, and there’s not enough shelves for the plants so they’re just kind of sitting around, but I did see some at the store that I could get when I go get the coffee pot, but—I know it’s annoying that there’s a neighbor so close by and sometimes Joey shows up unannounced—”

“I like it,” Cora interrupts quickly, clearing her throat.

Ell opens her mouth, looking distressed. “The—Joey coming by?”

“Living together.”

A quick, startled little laugh slips out of Elliot, like she’s caught off-guard by the relief suddenly flooding her expression. She’s so expressive—it’s impossible not to know how she’s feeling exactly in that moment—and she says, “I was really worried—”

Cora leans in and takes her face in her hands to kiss her. The gesture—soft and intimate—makes the tension flee out of Elliot’s shoulders, and she reaches up, fingers wrapping around Cora’s wrists to keep her hands there. Another thing she’s memorized; the blonde’s inherent desire to be touched, as often as possible.

“I really like it,” Cora insists, quieter now.

“Okay,” Elliot replies, “me too.”

“I just want to be able to find my toothpaste.”

“I put it in the same spot every time.”

“That’s impossible. I struggle to find it every time.”

Elliot laughs again, and then kisses her once, twice, a third time. Each one is softer than the last, bleeding with relief, her hands smoothing up Cora’s arms absently. “You’re going to be late for work.”

“I’m going to be late for work every morning if I can’t find my toothpaste.”

“Okay, alright!” she exclaims, but there’s only warmth in her voice, no exasperation or distress. “We can put your toothpaste wherever you want.”

“On the side of the sink,” Cora tells her. “The left side of the sink.”

“But the toothbrush holder is—” Elliot takes in a little breath. “Okay, yes. The left side of the sink.”

“Left hand gets the toothpaste, right hand gets the toothbrush.”

“Got it.”

“I love you,” she adds.

The words warm Elliot’s expression instantly, and she looks shy, but then she says, “But you didn’t know we were living together?”

“I’m going to work now.”

Ell kisses her one last time before releasing her. There’s a new buoyancy in the way she moves, suddenly lighter, all of the warmth in the world encompassed in her eyes and her expression and the way her mouth curves in a pleased little smile. When Cora comes to a stand and heads for the door, she’s stopped when Elliot says her name, and she turns to look inquisitively at the blonde.

“I like it,” Elliot says. “Living with you. Also.”

“I’d hope so.”

“And—” She blushes more. “I love you, too.”

There’s a tiny smile that tugs at the corners of Cora’s mouth, just barely; but it’s felt more in her chest, in the way her heart jumps up her throat and her stomach does a little flip when the words come out of the woman she’s (apparently) been living with for the last eight months. How such a detail slipped by is beyond her.

She doesn’t mind so much, anymore.

[lawandorderimagines]

Dickie’s Girlfriend

TW: RAPE MENTION (TEACHER/STUDENT POWER DYMANIC), HOSPITAL

On a cold Monday morning in March when she was supposed to be in second period AP Biology, fifteen year old Isabella St. John rode up in the elevator to the 16th precinct of the New York Police Department, her backpack on her shoulders and her pink dance bag clutched tightly in her hand. Bella had never skipped school before, and she’d never been in a police station either. She didn’t know much about the sex crimes unit except that her boyfriend Richard’s father worked in the division which is why doing what she was about to do was going to be much more difficult. When the elevator dinged and opened, she stepped into the precinct where people sat at desks talking on telephones and writing down notes, people walking around carrying files, and as soon as a path cleared, she could see Mr. Stabler sitting at a desk. Bella was about to turn around when he spotted her.

Of course she was recognizable by her very curly hair. “Bella? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in school?” With a shaking voice, she said, “I-I want to report a rape.”

Mercy General Hospital

An hour later, Bella was at Mercy General Hospital getting a rape kit done. She felt violated and humiliated as the nurse poked and prodded, took pictures; she was given a morning after pill and had a STD and HIV/AIDS test taken and her leotard had already been taken to a lab. Mr. Stabler had stepped outside, so it was just Bella, Detective Benson, and the nurse. “Isabella, sweetie, we’re going to have to call your parents? Do you know where they are?” They would probably pull her out of her classes at The School of American Ballet.

Her instructor would get fired, her classmates would probably blame her for it, and she could lose her role as Cinderella in the next production. Bella had been at SAB ever since her family had moved to New York from France when she was in second grade, and she had worked too hard for all of her hard work to go to waste. “My parents?! they’re going to pull me out of The School and possibly ballet! I’m going to be Cinderella in June!” Detective Benson had a sad look in her eyes. “Bella, they’re going to find out anyway when they get their insurance bill and rape kit shows up. So where are your parents?”

Bella ran a hand through her curly hair. “My dad’s a neurosurgeon at Mount Sinai in Queens, and my mom’s an actress, but she’s in Paris filming a movie. Please tell me this won’t get out in the press,” she begged. The last thing Bella wanted or needed was for the French press to get wind of the situation and cause bad publicity for her family. Her mom has had a flawless career so far, never once having been involved in a scandal. She’s the face of Chanel for crying out loud!

“Could you hand me my phone? It’s in the front part of my backpack.” Detective Benson reached in Bella’s bag, pulled out a pink cell phone and handed it to her. “I’ll give you some privacy,” Det. Benson said softly, and left the room to join her partner. 

“So you know the victim personally?” Olivia asked Elliot. “Yeah, she’s Dickie’s girlfriend. Takes AP classes, trains at SAB. Bella’s a good kid.” Elliot remembers the first time he met Isabella St. John; he’d come home on a Saturday morning after wrapping up a case to find an unfamiliar brown skinned girl with very curly hair sitting at the table with a plate of pancakes in front of her, but her attention was on Maureen and a schoolbook. They were speaking French, but the little girl’s was much better than his daughter’s. Kathy explained that the girl, Isabella, was a new student at the twins’ school and that her family had moved to New York from Saint Germain-en-Laye, a suburb of Paris.; Isabella had slept over last night and was waiting for her dad to pick her up, and she’s been a staple at the Stabler house ever since.

“She told me that she didn’t want this leaking to the press. Are her parents famous or something?” Elliot shifted his weight as he told his partner. “Her mother is this big time French actress, and the face of Chanel.” They could hear the teenager speaking rapidly in French, and then the sound of a phone closing shut. Olivia went back into the room to question her some more. 

“My dad is on his way, and Mom is booking the first flight back to New York,” Isabella spoke and there were tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, that this wasn’t some horrible dream. How could this happen to her? Why was this happening to her, and how many other girls in her class had fallen for his lies? “Bella, I need to ask you more questions about Eric. How long has he been teaching at the school?”

“Almost four years. Before New York, he was an instructor at the Royal Ballet School in London, and when he started, some of the older kids said he was into younger women, but they were supposed to be rumors. Then I saw his girlfriend. I thought she was his daughter, but she kissed him on the lips. She’s more than half his age. I’m probably not even his first. He always pays more attention to the girls than he does the boys.” She thought back to all the times her friends said they had private lessons with Eric, how his hands always lingered a little lower than where they were supposed to be. Bella felt sick. Maye she was just the first one to do anything about it. “In fact, I have a friend named Zoe. She had private lessons with him last week.”

Bella told Detective Benson that Zoe lived on the SAB campus and showed her a picture of what Zoe looked like. Bella’s father showed up a little later as he had to fight the lunch rush traffic to Mercy General. He was out of breath, demanding to speak to whoever was in charge, wanting to know where his daughter was, and Elliot had the heartbreaking task of telling Dr. St. John that Bella was raped by her ballet instructor. He was still pissed that he had to wait a few more hours, but he complied anyway, knowing that he had to keep calm for his daughter. Two hours later, Bella was through with her examination, and she was relieved to see her dad in the waiting room.

“Bella, je suis venue dè reçu ton appel. Est- ce que tu vas bien?” Dr. St. John asked in French. “Je suis vais bien papa. Maman es sur le premier vol de retour.” Dr. St. John faced the two detectives, now speaking English. “So what happens now? Are you going to arrest him?” “Well, first we have to conduct a thorough investigation and wait for the lab results, interview students. From what Bella told us, it sounds like a lot of girls could’ve been victims,” Detective Benson answered. 

“Bella was supposed to move into the dorms this summer. God only knows what could’ve happened if she lived there full time,” lamented Dr. St. John. While Bella’s father signed her out, she pulled Mr. Stabler to the side. “C-could you please tell Richard and Lizzie about this? I think they should hear this from me.” The twins had been texting her all day; she and Lizzie were supposed to get together this afternoon and start outlining their end-of-the-year project and she was supposed to help Richard study for an upcoming History test. “I promise. And Bella? You did a very brave thing, and you probably saved plenty of other girls from experiencing what you did,” the older man said to her.

“Will I have to go to court?” Bella had never stepped foot in a courtroom either. What if a jury didn’t believe her because she wasn’t convincing enough? What if she tripped up on the stand? “One step at a time, Bella, but I promise, we will get him. Eric will never hurt you, or anyone else again.” 

Bella thanked him, then rushed to the reception area to join her father. Elliot couldn’t believe this happened to Bella. Saturday night before last, she joined the family for game night and they even played a French board game called Jungle Speed. He was also worried about Richard; Shane died only four months ago and now his girlfriend was just raped? How much more would he be able to handle?

“Let’s go see some ballerinas.”

translations:  Bella, je suis venue dè reçu ton appel. Est- ce que tu vas bien? (Bella, I came as soon as you called. Are you okay?)

2.  Je suis vais bien papa. Maman es sur le premier vol de retour. (I’m fine Daddy. Mom is on the first flight home)

[ghostgothgeek]

Blush. Chapter 5

Chapter written by @ecto-american!

Disclaimer: actual sex ed talk

FFN || AO3

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God it felt like forever until he was finally leaving the bathroom again, even though the clock on the wall said it had only been about five minutes. He waited for Sam to leave and for his personal issues to figure themselves out before he swung the bathroom door open. Thankfully, nobody was there, and he sighed heavily. He was  not  looking forward to returning to the class. Maybe he should just skip.

Ugh, and risk having to do a one on one private sex education lesson with Mr. Lancer? No thanks. He’d rather get the talk from the Box Ghost. 

He dragged his feet towards the classroom. Elliot was obviously back in the class by now, probably already telling everybody what had just happened. Which was nothing, but once he spread the news to Paulina, that was all she wrote. Paulina could spread gossip so fast that it was honestly impressive. Almost a superpower. 

Danny stood in the doorframe of the class before immediately turning to leave. Fuck this.

“Hey!” Mike’s voice called out accusingly. “Come on. Can’t skip out.” God, why couldn’t the accident have fully killed him? Ghosts didn’t have to go to school. Or suffer through having to listen to the sex talk. 

Taking a deep breath, he turned to see the bane of his existence. Elliot, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, was sitting in the previously unoccupied seat that was to Danny’s left. That absolute fucker changed seats  again , and Danny avoided eye contact as he returned to his chair. Elliot watched him like a hawk. 

No sooner than he planted himself, Elliot scooted his chair closer to him. Danny refused to look at him. The other leaned into him.

“Couldn’t wait, aye?” he whispered, not even bothering to hold back a snicker. 

Danny’s eyes flickered to the front. Mike’s attention was on a student who had asked a question. He took the chance to punch Elliot in the shoulder. Hard. The exchange student’s seat jerked back a bit, and he winced as he rubbed his shoulder. Danny hoped it would bruise. Tucker nudged Danny, giving him a weird look. Danny shook his head, and he rubbed his face with his hands tiredly. He knew his face was bright red. 

“You know, girls with more experience tend to give you a better time,” Elliot’s voice refused to shut the fuck up. “So uh, ya know. You’re welcome.”

“For what?” Danny scowled. 

“Dude, Sam and I have done stuff. We’d go to her house and such, I’ve been to third base like, at least four times.”

Danny felt his hands shake with rage. God damn it, god  fucking damn it.  He knew that wasn’t true. He was there on every date, from beginning to end because he specifically didn’t trust him. And even when he stopped, Tucker was there. Nothing happened. He knew it. But how do you call a guy out like that? How do you prove that you know he’s full of shit?

“You’re full of shit,” was all Danny could find himself able to say. “And just shut the hell up about Sam already. You guys broke up. It’s over. Done. Let it go.”

Elliot gave a small hum.

“Eh, I dunno. I thought about asking her out again,” Elliot said slyly. 

Danny took a deep breath. He refused to fall into this guy’s petty crap. No, no, he wasn’t, he was just trying to test his patience.  He’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, Fenton. Don’t give him one. 

He made a point of ignoring Elliot, instead opening the Planned Parenthood booklet to the section related to Mike’s lecture. He zoned out though. None of this mattered, he wasn’t an idiot. Condoms and consent, basic stuff. Not like he planned on going out and getting wild. 

Well of course, there were some girls he wouldn’t mind getting wild with. Paulina instantly came to mind. She had an excellent body. One he had seen in a swimsuit before. And of course, it’s not like he didn’t think about it with Valerie when they were together. He liked her a lot. Plus Sam. Sam had such a nice gentle touch. And soft lips and hands. Why did he never realize that?

Danny spaced out, staring ahead at the front of the class. He wished Sam was here, next to him instead of fucking Elliot. By now, she’d likely have leaned into him, bored to tears herself. Sometimes she cuddled up into him if it was cold. It wasn’t now, but it wouldn’t be the first time he purposefully made the classroom a bit chilly for that very reason. Her hugs were always just comforting and calming. 

“Dude, taste this,” Tucker’s voice broke him from his thoughts. Danny glanced to see his friend. He had opened another condom packet, and he was holding it up to Danny. 

“...What?” 

“Dude, it tastes really good,” Tucker insisted. “It tastes just like mint.”

“I’m not licking any condoms that you’ve already been licking,” Danny scowled. 

“Just open yours and taste it,” Tucker encouraged. Danny sighed, giving a light shrug. Well, anything to pass the time. 

He opened the condom packet. It was greasy and felt gross, and he hesitantly pressed his tongue against it. Surprisingly, Tucker was right. Not too bad.

“Huh, that does taste like mint,” he hummed in surprise. 

He put the entire, still rolled condom in his mouth. He sucked on it for a bit before spitting it back out into his hand. Danny studied Mike until Mike turned his back and Lancer was still distracted before slapping it on Elliot’s cheek. The wet condom stuck there for a second before falling to the floor. Elliot immediately turned to glare at him. He glanced to make sure the teachers were still distracted before returning the punch from earlier, hitting Danny in the upper arm. 

Danny flinched. It definitely didn’t hurt nearly as much as a ghost, but it still ached for a moment. He refused to rub his shoulder to comfort himself. This was apparently a bad move. Elliot glared at him until the next available opportunity, and he hit him again. Danny let out an irritated groan from clenched teeth. That one hurt a bit more.

“Cut it out before I kick you so hard you can be assured that you’ll never have a kid,” Danny threatened. 

“Bold of you to even assume I want children, Fenton,” Elliot replied in a hushed tone. “The best birth control is having a one year old nephew that screams all the time and constantly shits himself out of excitement whenever he hears the ice cream truck. No fucking thanks. From the looks of things, you’re the one that needs to be neutered. I can gladly help.”

Elliot shifted a bit away from him, only to raise his foot to attempt to kick him. Obviously, he only hit Danny’s side. The halfa grabbed Elliot’s foot, yanking him hard. He fell out of the seat with a surprised yelp. 

“You guys okay?” Mike’s voice called out. Upon hearing the noises, Mr. Lancer had snapped to his feet.

“You two better not be messing around,” Mr. Lancer’s voice instantly caused a wave of complete silence to fall upon the classroom. “This is an important lesson you will carry for the rest of your lives. I expect you to pay attention, or else I will assign homework or give a pop quiz on this.”

Elliot put his elbow up on the table, pulling himself up and back onto his seat. 

“I’m fine, just tilted my chair back too much,” he lied. He flashed Lancer a fake smile. The teacher didn’t look amused.

“Watch yourself, Mr. Gregor,” he warned before sitting back down. 

Mike gave a friendly smile at the class before continuing his conversation. Danny sat up a bit straighter. Of all the days to get detention, this was not the day he wanted to have to deal with that. Sure, he wasn’t on the radar now, but it wouldn’t be long. 

He felt Elliot nudge him, and he pointedly ignored it. He focused on Mike, who was answering Kwan’s inquiry about a male birth control pill. Elliot poked him. Danny did nothing.

“Hey, you mad just because I know that Sam wears pink panties?” Elliot whispered. That was enough to instantly boil his blood.

“You don’t know shit,” Danny hissed at him. 

“Oh I know all about how Sam secretly has bright pink panties,” Elliot taunted. Danny rolled his eyes. He had done Sam’s laundry before. He’s done her emergency overnight packing. They’ve gotten a bit heavy during makeouts twice. She’s stayed over for sleepovers since they were like twelve. And even if none of that happened, he doubted Sam would secretly wear pink. She didn’t care what others thought, if she wanted to wear pink, she’d just openly wear pink.

“You’re so full of crap,” Danny scowled. “They’re almost all black or purple. At least one’s dark gray with black bats all over them. You really think Sam would wear pink like, ever? Dumbass.”

Elliot stared at him, mouth slightly open. Tucker was staring at him too, with wide eyes. Danny didn’t really notice them, focusing his attention once more on Mike. He had, at some point, began writing a list of pros and cons up on the board of various birth control methods. Danny studied it for a moment. Mike glanced at the clock. He patted the box set before him on the table.

“Okay, so we’re approaching lunch, so I’m going to take a pause right now to just say that this box has some condoms, sample-size lube bottles, and some short books about gender identity that you can take as you wish,” Mike explained, holding up the items as he spoke. “There’s just some fun stickers too, and we also have a card that has the number of a therapist office we partner with. We’ll be leaving the door unlocked, so you can come in and grab it discreetly during lunch if you don’t want to in the rush to leave. I won’t be in here, I’ll actually be with Mallory in Room 105, which I understand is the uh.” Mike paused. “Room just down the hall?” The class nodded at him. “Cool. So we’ll be there if you want to ask more personal questions.”

The bell finally rang, and Danny sighed in relief. Elliot was already out of his seat, mumbling something about needing to update Paulina asap on something, out the door before Mike could even continue.

“Alrighty folks, if you wanna take some bananas with you as part of lunch too, feel free!” Mike shot a teasing smile at Danny, and the teen sunk in his seat before quickly getting to his feet and making a fast-walk for the door. “We won’t be needing them later on, so take as many as you like. And of course, feel free to take whatever you want from the box.”

As he passed by, Danny glanced into the box, a blurred colorful assortment of condoms, stickers and the sample lube bottles. He refused to stop and take one, unlike a few brave souls behind him, including Tucker for some reason, who stopped to grab anywhere from one, to a handful. Or in Tucker’s case,  two  handfuls? What? Tucker wasn’t even dating anybody right now.

He quickly turned the corner out of the classroom, and a quick glance around, he noticed he was alone. He turned invisible, and he walked back in, intangibly going through his classmates to peak into the box. Danny paused before looking around as the contents were shifted as classmates hunted for what they wanted, and finally, he grabbed two purple colored condoms, Sam’s secret favorite color. She liked to act like it was black, but he knew deep down that it was purple. He walked out, seeing the hallway become crowded, though everybody seemed wrapped up in their own business. The normal.

The halfa slipped into a janitor’s closet, turning visible. He quickly left and shut the door behind him, walking until he spied his friend. Tucker was crouched on the floor next to the lockers near the classroom they had just exited, trying to carefully put his new condom collection into his open backpack without spilling them all over the floor.

“Do you really need that many?” Danny wondered. Tucker grinned. 

“Better safe than sorry!” he told him.

“What about when you get all your tech back, it’s not gonna all fit,” Danny pointed out. Tucker gave Danny an intense, serious look. 

“I’ll find a way,” he assured him before returning to his task. He was picking up fallen condoms to stuff into his bag. 

Danny chuckled. He glanced up and into the classroom, unintentionally locking eyes with Elliot. The other was talking with Mike. About what, Danny couldn’t tell, but Elliot had immediately shot him a light smirk. Danny scowled back, crossing his arms.

“Come on, Tuck, I’m starving, and I’m not really interested in having a condom for lunch,” Danny spoke up.  And I miss Sam.  He turned to begin walking, hearing Tucker scrambling to zip his backpack newly full of condoms and rush after him.

“So uh...do you wanna talk about how come you know what kind of underwear Sam wears?” Tucker questioned. Danny stared blankly at him before he flushed, scowling. 

“Tucker, you’ve seen her underwear. You did her laundry and helped me pack her stuff before.” 

Tucker blinked, thinking on this answer for a moment. Danny stood on his tiptoes, looking for a sign of Sam coming from the other classroom. None. She was probably at her locker, and he began to walk towards it, Tucker following.

“...Yeah but I’ve never like...kept track of the colors,” Tucker said slowly. Danny could feel his cheeks turning a bit redder, but he refused to reply. “Sooo...wanna expand a little on those three makeout times that I apparently didn’t know about?”

“No,” Danny said shortly before finally spotting Sam. He sighed happily, taking a few eager steps towards her.

[andiandyandee]

We Are Going to Be Friends Pt. 8

Check it out, I finished the stupid chapter, and it’s not even angsty. (Or in other words, the chapter where we establish that Roman and Logan are completely hopeless and also Logan is soft (tm)

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    By the time they actually finished working through Remus’s English work, it was dark outside, and the crowd downstairs had grown considerably. Where there had at one point been only a few, there were now easily twenty teenagers downstairs. When Logan and Remus walked into the living room, the crowd was, in fact, singing broadway songs. Remus adamantly refused to join in, and Logan didn’t know them, so he too just watched them sing, slightly bemused. Once they had ordered pizza, 10 of them, as a matter of fact, the songs died down and the whole group was mostly just laying around, several conversations happening at once. Logan wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, occasionally making a quip or answering a question, but mostly just curled up on the couch, glad to be anywhere but at his parents' house.

    His relaxation was cut short by Kai flopping down on the couch next to him, his head in Logan’s lap.

    “Give me attention.” Kai groaned, shifting uncomfortably. Logan instinctively started playing with his hair, which is what he usually did with Alex when she got like this, but he couldn’t help noticing the way Kai was grimacing as he tried to get comfortable.

    “Are you… In pain?” Logan asked quietly, handing Kai a pillow to help elevate his back a bit.

    “Oh. Wait, give me less attention than that.” Logan raised an eyebrow, “It’s fine, just EDS.” Kai replied, obviously hoping Logan would either be too embarrassed to ask or too proud to admit he didn’t know something.

    “Oh, do you have your braces? Or pain meds you need to take? I would be willing to get them for you.” Kai looked at him, mostly shocked, but also confused.

    “You know what EDS is? How do you know I even wear braces, maybe I don’t.”

   “Yes, I am vaguely familiar with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, as a member of my typical social group also has it, though theirs is the vascular kind, rather than the classic type you appear to have. And based on the constant bruises to your hands, wrists, elbows, which are all in the shape of typical bracing equipment, along with the fact that you regularly wear long sleeves or gloves to hide your braces when you do wear them,” Kai made a face at that, “plus you are, currently, wearing a knee brace, I thought it might be an easy jump to make.” Logan had kept his voice so low, it was unlikely even Remus, the closest to the pair, could hear them.

    “My meds would be great, but I don’t want them to see me in my braces. I’ll put them on before I go to sleep.” Logan pinched his face up, but with the benefit of being exceptionally tall, he also had a far longer reach than most, which meant he easily grabbed Kai’s bag, handing it to him.

     “These people are your friends, you know. They wouldn’t mind you wearing something to make you more comfortable. It’s not embarrassing to show that your strength sometimes needs a little help.”

     “Don’t you mean it’s not embarrassing to show weakness?” Kai grumbled, sitting up.

    “Did I say it’s not embarrassing to show weakness? I don’t think I did. It’s horribly embarrassing to show weakness, I would know.” He grinned conspiratorially at Kai’s confusion, “Remus saw me cry like an infant less than 12 hours after meeting me. This,” Logan gestured at the braces and pills in Kai’s bag, ignoring the way Kai looked at him when he admitted that little tidbit of information, “this is not weakness. It is incredible, but vulnerable, strength. And there is no shame in them knowing that you are strong, even if you need braces to, as my acquaintance October would say, ‘kick someone’s ass’.” Kai turned slightly red, mumbled something about kicking his ass if he didn’t stop with the feelings, and pulled his wrist and hand braces out of his bag.

    Kai had eventually gone back to the floor, now trying and failing to flirt with a girl Logan didn’t know but thought might be named Lauren. Remus had moved closer to Logan, leaning against the couch and was occasionally making subdued quips about something ridiculous. Mostly just random facts or commentary on the things the group was doing.

    “Lo! What music do you listen to?” Roman was holding his phone, clearly looking for something to put on. Logan turned red, realizing that pretty much any song he enjoyed would not work with this crowd as it did with his usual acquaintances.

    “I.. don’t think any songs on my average playlist would be suitable for this particular group of people.”  Roman nodded, as if that made sense.

    “Ah, Logan likes that pg-13 music. Should have guessed that.” Logan rolled his eyes, but Roman put on Fall Out Boy with a smirk, and Logan shrugged.

    “My typical music tastes are a little more.. riot starting than this, but sure.” Roman raised an eyebrow at that comment, and then grinned in a way not unlike Remus’s smile, too wide, a little maniacal.

    “Logan Whatever-Your-Middle-Name-Is Starr I refuse to believe you have ever, once in your life been involved in a riot. You’re definitely a ‘Use Your Words’ kind of guy.”  Logan replied, without thinking, with the same joke his friend group made every time someone said they ‘seemed like the type to use their words.’

    “Urine Speaks Louder Than Words,” and then, as if they weren’t already the exact opposite of what the group expected, he followed it up with, “Besides, cops, Nazis, bigots, and assholes all respond better to being kicked in the face.” The chunk of the group who was listening all had wide eyes, but Remus was trying to hold back tears. He was laughing so hard he wasn’t making noise, just tiny, wheezing breaths every few seconds. “I uh... Mean... yes, certainly, a debate is the reasonable course of action to achieve our goals.”

    “Remind me to not piss you off.” Roman squeaked,  his cheeks and ears a little red. Logan, who was trying to avoid eye contact, took this as fear, and immediately went to assure Roman that he would not hurt him, but then somebody got the idea to play truth or dare, which Logan politely declined participation in, which mean of course he was now sitting in a circle on the floor playing.

    “Logan! Truth or Dare?” Dahlia asked with the slightly evil grin most of the group had when asking Logan or Roman to do anything. He had a feeling they were trying to accomplish something, though Logan could not for the life of him figure out what it was.

    “Oh, Dare, I suppose.” Logan shrugged. So far they had dared him to demonstrate his “Strength” by lifting Roman bridal style, had him recite Shakespearean sonnets dramatically, and sing “Fall for You” which was a little too emo for Logan, but several of the group seemed to know. The truths were far more awkward, like asking him his favorite eye color, which was brown, his sexuality, which was queer with no more specifics, if he had any crushes, which he had admitted he hadn’t thought about and did not have an answer for.

    “Let me do your makeup!” She demanded, already pulling a makeup bag from behind her.

    “That’s fine, I suppose. Are you planning on using foundation or eyeliner?” She nodded

    “Yeah, probably. I have some lighter foundation I use on Elliot sometimes.” Logan rolled his eyes, Grabbing his own bag.

    “That won't be necessary, we can use mine. I’m far paler than Elliot. And much cooler-toned, at that.” Roman was looking pink and starry-eyed again.

    “You.. you wear makeup?” He asked in a small voice.

    “Yes, I often wear foundation or concealer, and wear eyeliner regularly on weekends.” He gestured at his face, which now that Roman was looking at it closely, he could see that there was makeup there. Logan looked at Dahlia with a neutral expression. “Would you prefer I take mine off before you begin?” She nodded.

    He went into the washroom and removed his foundation, which left his dark circles and light freckles visible. He scrunched up his nose at his appearance before coming back into the living room, where Dahlia had turned the lights on in, and everyone had dismantled the truth or dare circle. “Are.. we no longer doing truth or dare?” Logan asked with a confused look around.

    “No, I think we’re just going to do makeovers now. All the straight boys are offended about it.” Dahlia grinned as Logan sat down. “Jesus, Lo, have you ever slept in your life? You look like Remus with those circles.” Logan rolled his eyes fondly, handing her his make-up, which was really just foundation, concealer, powder, and eyeliner. She got to work, walking him through what she was doing, though he had to admit he wasn’t paying much attention. Roman was getting his makeup done by Elliot, Remus was doing someone's makeup, but Logan hadn’t cared to remember their name. The night was domestic, a few more jokes about Logan’s comment, twenty minutes of laughter when Dahlia revealed Logan’s makeup and Roman choked on his drink, barely getting out an ‘it looks good’ before he left to get a shower and change to clean up after spitting orange soda into his lap. Logan had felt mostly embarrassed at that, not sure why Roman had had such a negative reaction in the first place. He thought the makeup was well done, though perhaps the red lips and dark blue glitter eyeshadow was a little more dramatic than he was used to. They watched movies until it was nearly light outside, which Logan complained about, only a little since he had plans in the morning, and when Logan left at 9 AM, picked up by Micheal, one of the seniors Logan hung out with most often, in the 1986 pick-up that was more rust than it was metal at this point,  he was in a relatively good mood.

[prefrcntal-a]

ELLIOT JAMES TRIGGER

FC: JAY BARUCHEL

BASICS ↓ NAME: Elliot Trigger NICK NAME(S): Trig / El / T SPECIES: Human AGE: 29 [ Depending on time line ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual POWERS ↓ N/A

APPEARANCE ↓ HAIR: Black EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown BUILD: Thin / Frail

PERSONALITY ↓ POSITIVE : Loyal / Humorous / Fun Loving / Persuasive / Intelligent NEGATIVE: Impatient / Pessimistic / Self Indulgent / Weak Willed

         For all the things Elliot Trigger has done wrong in his life; killing his brother was never something he intended. The duo had your average brother connection, often fought like dogs but at the end of the day would take a bullet for one another. They were lucky that way, the Trigger boys, lucky too in the fact that while their father was a bit of an alcoholic - he was never a mean drunk, just a man who couldn’t make it through the day without a beer at noon and while it wasn’t ideal, the family seemed to get along fine; after all, everyone had their issues.

So when Elliot turned fifteen and decided to get a little too intoxicated at a party he called his brother for a ride home, bad decisions were one thing but the youngest brother didn’t have a death wish. Austin arrived promptly and the ride home was as casual as it could have been. There were no long sighs, no uncomfortable talks - just two brothers, shooting the shit, expressing your every day small talk when the large four door pick up t-boned them at an intersection.

When Elliot woke he had a broken arm, his knee had been dislocated and there was a hair line fracture in his left leg. All things considered, he was alive; but Austin wasn’t. The truck had come from the driver’s side and as a result the eldest Trigger had taken the full impact of the blow. The doctors said Austin had died instantly - but he would never truly believe them.

From then on Elliot fell into a spiral of self destruction. He was already experimenting with drugs and drinking, socially of course, a little weed here and there - a pass time he and Austin took part in together on more than one occasion. But the eldest Trigger wasn’t there anymore, and Elliot needed something desperately to dull that pain, to quiet the never ending mantra inside his head; you did this, it’s your fault, he’s gone because of y o u .

            Not long after the now only child dropped out of high school, lost his part time job and spiralled further into chaos. Elliot left home when he was seventeen, shortly after his parents stopped caring whether or not he skipped class or attended. They say they love him, but the Trigger boy doesn’t believe them. How can they when he’s the reason Austin is gone. It’s the reason he dulls reality each and every day with whatever substance he can find, booze, pills, powder, needles. Anything is better than dealing with the guilt that wracks his mind. Homeless, jobless - but not friendless Elliot finds himself in and out of rehab ( court ordered )and circulates a few N / A ( narcotics anonymous ) meetings - also court ordered.

[ellestra]

Human connection

This has been a story about how important connections to people are both as motivations and as a way to get what you want but mostly the thing that makes all other things matter. Whiterose learnt that long time ago and turned it into a weapon ever since she lost one that mattered.

I loved how we got both the origin of Whiteroses name - she sent her   lover white roses, funeral flowers, for his wedding as a joke and then   he bled all over them - and her obsession with time - it used to be him keeping the timetable and it his watch she’s still wearing. And once he project is moved  to Congo she’s planning to wear that dress he gave her. I wonder - is Whiterose doing all this for love? Her project making the better world,  another world where who they are wouldn’t have to be hidden and  everything had happy ending? No wonder that being so close after 33  years (it’s still 2015) she can’t wait any more.  

Elliot is still learning his lessons because he lost so many - his father, Shayla, Angela - he’s deadly afraid to lose any more. It shows in how he interacts with Darlene. He tries to keep her safe so hard but it only alienates them because the only way he can figure out how to do it is by hurting her. And of course all the missteps he made with Krista made her hate him and be scared of him. And now also put her life in danger.

I loved how the Mr Robot and Elliot completed switching places. It used to be Mr Robot urging Elliot to go for the plan no matter human cost and Elliot trying to circumvent him and save as many as possible. It started to change with Mr Robot talking to us. Now Elliot doesn’t care who he hurts and Mr Robot is trying to make him more humane and narrating the story.

I loved that this was the best choice. If Elliot tried to blackmail her it would’ve turned ugly - there were no pills there. But instead of they connected and it turned out they were a lot more alike than Elliot could’ve known from just hacking her. Genuine human connection does matter even if it’s for wrong reasons and fleeting. It reminds you why everything matters.

Just like that kid who saved him from suicide Olivia saves Elliot from becoming the worst version of himself. A reminder that some means are never justified no matter the goals. Or timetables. Or motivations. That’s something that could’ve saved him with Krista.

[vrenaewrites]

HUSH HUSH by Becca Fitzpatrick thoughts: Prologue - Ch 11

Full video here.

We start right away with a bible verse which, if you’ve read any of my books, you know I’m a big fan of

We have a prologue from 1565 France…

The visual of a person perched on a gravestone and mistaking them for an angel statue at first is cool tbh

“Who are you?” “One of the devil’s brood”

The mind control parts of this I like, and I already have a feeling this is the gonna be the best part of this book

Except we don’t get another example of someone fighting it the way he is fighting it - nora doesn’t even realize it’s happening when it happens to her which isn’t as fun

The guy being maniped is a duke and the angel tells him no you’re half fallen angel so do what i tell you (nephilim)

This angel doesn’t have wings but a big cut in the shape of a V on his back

CHAPTER 1

The image of a barbie and ken taped to the chalkboard of the sex ed class is great

Her best friend’s name is V!

“Camera phones to take photos for the school E-zine”

Oh shit she’s a hoe

“V as in virgin” never mind

“It may not have occurred to you kids that sex is more than a 15 minute trip to the backseat of a car” lmaoooooooo

Is this book gonna be good? Did yall lie to me??

The school e-zine

V is a “few pounds over curvy” damn

V is my “untwin” i love that

“I’m all legs like a barstool”

The sex ed teacher is making them all sit by new people...in april…

She knows everyone except the transfer who of course is her new seat mate...this is a very convoluted way to get them to sit together

“It was a smile that spelled trouble with a promise”

“Human reproduction can be a sticky subject” LMAO

“Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.” and he winks

He takes pictures “of an ezine columnist who…” and describes a bunch of stuff about her and she’s like what the fuuuuuuck

And then he is like “you’re scared of what you can’t control”

He knows she plays the cello

She doesn’t wanna ask for another partner because she doesn’t wanna let him win and i’m like NORA CALL THE FUCKING COPS!!!!!!!!!! THIS GUY HAS BEEN STALKING YOU?!?!?!?

She has a cut on her wrist, her dad was murdered

At the end of class he gives her his number so she can get her answers - she no longer has it by chapter 18 but doesn’t remind the reader that she did have it written on her hand so we just think becca forgot nora already got his # for a bit

She’s a sophomore, he’s a senior

He has black eyes and wears all black because ofc

CHAPTER 2

They get a lot of fog and don’t have many neighbors

Mom is an auction coordinator so she’s not around a lot so there’s a german housekeeper that watches over her

But she leaves her alone at night...i already KNOW patch is gonna be “Watching over her” ala edward watching bella sleep i just KNOW

She’s thinking that patch seemed closed off but she liked what she had seen - aka his bod

“Smile that was part playful, part seductive” NOTHING about the interaction y’all had sounded seductive!!!!!! This is exactly like in crave when she’s getting horny that jaxon is yelling at her...like these men seem UNHINGED. Why is that sexy????

“Biology was my toughest subject, i teetered between an A and a B” i’m gonna punch you. I know you wanna go to ivy league so this matters but…

She calls patch!!!!

She asks if he wants to meet up to finish the assignment...you couldn’t...ask...over the phone??

“Nora” he says my name like it’s the punchline to a joke

He hangs up on her because he’s playing pool

She starts her assignment anyway: “jerk” “smokes cigars, will die of lung cancer, hopefully very soon” i laughed v hard tbh

“Excellent physical shape” and then crosses that out lmaooooooo

She flips a coin and it makes her decision: go to the arcade and confront patch

The cashier is pissed that she didn’t pay to get in so she sneaks by

“I was like a rolling snowball gaining speed and momentum” weird out of place metaphor but ok

Patch says she’s with him and the cashier lets her go

His black eyes are magnets clinging to her every move

She feels something different here, more animosity, more electricity...more horniness

“Queasy tap dance in my stomach”

Something about patch wasn’t right, something about him wasn’t normal, something about him wasn’t safe

“Biggest dream” “to kiss you” she doesn’t buy it so like good for her but still blech

Patch says he’s never been to school before and nora’s like you’re a liar

And he says he came because of her

He says “those cold pale grey eyes” are surprisingly irresistible

There are almost zero connections between what she’s saying and what he’s saying, as if he’s having a conversation with himself...it’s really hard to follow

“And that killer curvy mouth” ew

“You seem to know a lot about me,” i said, making the understatement of the year.

“Say provoke again, your mouth looks provocative when you do”

Her jaw twitches when she lies

He has a birthmark in the same place she has a scar...soulmate shit fer shure

She says after her dad died a strange presence felt like it was “orbiting her world, watching her from a distance” like...a guardian angel perhaps

She feels someone in the house with her and i’m calling it now: patch is “Watching over” her

CHAPTER 3

She’s trying to come up with reasons for patch not to be her partner anymore...he fucking ADMITTED TO TAKING PHOTOS OF YOU AND STUDYING YOU AND BASICALLY STALKING YOU. IF THE COACH WON’T LISTEN GO TO THE PRINCIPAL ABOUT THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She’s anemic and has to take iron multiple times...a day??

“What qualities are you attracted to in a potential mate?” asks the teacher

She’s not ready so patch answers, “intelligent, attractive, vulnerable”

“How do you indicate if a female is interested?” and patch says, “if she’s biting her lip and playing with her hair the way nora is doing right now” lmao

“She’s game”

He puts his arm on the back of her chair and mouths “vulnerable” and while i would literally call the cops on a man for this, it was kind of hot in context

She tells coach she feels uncomfortable sitting by patch and he’s like, “not only are you gonna keep sitting by him i actually need you to tutor him.”

Fire this fucking guy IMMEDIATELY.

How lazy is this writing becca. How lazy. You couldn’t think of any other ways to make them spend more time together??

She and V go to the movies to write a review for the e-zine and v says: “can you imagine living your whole life without a clue that the only reason you’re being kept alive is to be used as a sacrifice?”

Do you smell that? The foreshadowing

V says patch’s dark side calls to her and nora is thinking, yeah no shit.

There was a dark magnetism, i felt lured to the edge of danger, at any moment it felt like he could push me over the edge.

Edge twice in the same sentence, crave’s editor has been in the game since 2009 apparently

V’s basically like nora you’re not attracted to anyone and nora’s like i haven’t found love and v’s like it’s about fun not love dumbdum

V says Patch would probably be “really good”

Nora says patch isn’t good for v and v says, “Careful, you’ll only make me want him more” and i’m like...i know this book came out when i was a freshman but somehow, becca fitzpatrick managed to put me from sophomore year in this book lmao

Marcy a cheerleader with “half a bottle of foundation on” and “¾ of an inch between her skirt and underwear, if she was wearing any” sits beside them

Yikes

She calls V supersize: YIKES

Marcy’s being a dick to V and V just goes, “you have food stuck in your teeth, chocolate ex-lax maybe?” i love this so much

Patch is at the library…

V’s like “i’m trying to read the title he’s checking out...how to be a stalker?” lmao i love V

V thinks patch is following nora but she’s kind of into it lmaoooo

Nora’s like he’s alluring but also fucking scary

She hits someone during a storm on the way home

He’s wearing a ski mask?!??!?!?!?

The car died oh my gooooooood

He’s tearing the door off??!?!?!!?

He punches through the window!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER 4

She’s like totally freaking out but doesn’t wanna tell V that a dude almost tore the door off the car

She goes to V’s to avoid being alone

When she and v examine the damage...there is none…

She realizes the eyes behind the ski mask were black like patch’s eyes

She can’t remember hardly anything about the crash which is freaking her out

They meet some dudes called elliot and jules who is SIX FOOT TEN

They are probably other fallen angels that are after nora, and then elliott says he just transferred to their school from the prep school as of today, so yeah, this is what’s happening

Also...it’s fucking april. Who transfers schools in april

“You smell good” “it’s called a shower” lol

They’re having like an “are you following me” talk during the quiz

“I wanted my life to go back to the way it was before patch barged into my life”

I truly don’t know if it’s the delivery of the audiobook narrators that is making this issue SO GLARING to me but jfc

She confronts him after class to talk patch into asking to switch seats but he’s like “nah you’ve grown on me”

V really wants to sleuth around and read Patch’s file

CHAPTER 5

they go to the nurse’s office using nora’s iron pills as a distraction to get into the files in the front office

Nora needs to register her iron pills with the nurse...it is april...she has been taking pills out of her backpack all year...no one cared???

She says this is all because she thinks patch is stalking her - which no shit he admitted to taking pictures of you…

V called in a bomb threat from the pay phone outside!!!!!!! I’m fucking crying

Also if you guys don’t know what pay phones are, let me know

She’s trying to punch through the window in the door!!!!! V is the fucking greatest

IT WAS UNLOCKED ANYWAAAAAAY I’M SCREAMING

“As patch’s biology partner, i had a right to know”

The principal caught her but doesn’t suspect her

She meets back up with v at a mexican restaurant

The one patch works at!!!!!!

He asks her what she’s doing sunday night

“You’re getting cocky. I like that, angel” - bleck

“Not on a date, not alone” a hot thrill upon speculating what a night alone with patch would entail

Bitch!!!!!!! You just committed a crime to find out if this dude is STALKING YOU but you still wanna fuck him???????????

“Did you just call me angel? I don’t like it.” “it stays, angel” negging asshole

He brushes his thumb on her mouth and says “you’d look better without lipgloss” HARDIN SCOTT HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

“Interested? We’re talking about you, i’m fascinated.”

“You aren’t ready to know me”

I looked in your student file - BITCH. NORA. IF HE IS STALKING YOU. AND YOU FOUND OUT SOMETHING SERIOUS IN HIS FILE. THAT GIVES HIM SOOOOOO MUCH CAUSE TO LIKE...MURDER YOU?!

It’s totally empty. “I’m going to expose you” “i look forward to it”

“Why are you looking at me?” “because you’re nothing like what i expected” “neither are you, you’re worse”

CHAPTER 6

Elliott is in her gym class

The fog seemed to clog my lungs...fog and clog...don’t like it

Marcy miller… “that’s because you haven’t met anyone better, like me.” marcy twisted her hair around her finger. “You’ll hear all about me soon.”

He calls her gray, her last name, which is a trope i thoroughly enjoy

We describe marcy’s smile as toxic twice in 2 paragraphs

Elliott comes up behind her to help her with her batting stance

“Let me show you, like this, you feel that? Relax” EXCUSE ME

She hears her name in her mind said in someone else’s voice, it’s patch

“Batting lessons, nice touch” elliott is TOTALLY a rival angel guy

“I told myself i imagined the words because the alternative was considering that patch held the power to channel thoughts into my mind. Which couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.” this type of stuff makes me roll my eyes.

“Not yet” she hears in her mind, and ends up slamming it out of the park

She gets smashed in the head with the glove and ball, ouch

Elliott blows on her scraped kneeeeeeeee

“Had he talked directly to my thoughts? Was there some inexplicable link between us that allowed it happen? Or was i losing my mind?” meh

Elliott “i’m not gonna chase after an unavailable girl”

He invites her on a date

CHAPTER 7

There’s a convo with the housekeeper about “reinventing the sexy side” and not changing yourself for a boy…

V calls and is like “let’s go to the party on the coast”

Driving moccasins?

Damn V is like “you look like a boy, put some lipstick on”

And Nora isn’t wearing makeup because patch planted the idea in her mind - NEGGING!!!!!!!

The delphic coast sounds like a blast

The new ride is called the arcangel lmao

Patch is at the arcade omg

Jules looks as enthusiastic as three day old meatloaf - this is a very weird metaphor but i don’t mind it much?? It would have bothered me in crave but there haven’t been many in this book so far so it’s not like completely pulling me out of the moment

It’s a new day, and today, the name patch is really irking me. It sounds like a dog

V is STIRRING THE POT between Elliott and Patch god i love her soooo much

Elliott wants to talk to patch about leaving nora alone!!!!

V is a messy bitch who lives for dramaaaaaaaa

Nora goes to talk to patch so elliott won’t start shit

“He was tall and lean and hard and i was sure he had street fight scars under his clothes...not that i wanted to look under his clothes” LMAO

She asks what he’s playing and he says, “baseball, wanna stand behind me and give me a few pointers?” LMAOOOOO he hates elliott so muuuuch

Patch challenges her to a pool game, she punches his arm, he says “Careful they might think we’re flirting” this guy is MADDENING

“Part of me wanted to run away from him screaming fire, the other wanted to see how close i could get without...combusting” AHHHHHHH

He’s talking to her in her thoughts and then being like, “you know that sounds crazy don’t you?” GASLIGHT CENTRAL

“You scare me, and you’re not good for me” “i could change your mind”

“Meet me at the arcangel, i’ll be waiting”

CHAPTER 8

Nora goes to get cotton candy and sees the arcangel, and she goes

She gets the “cold heart-stopping feeling that someone is watching her” and spots a hooded figure

She runs into patch and he’s like “if you keep running away from me, you’re never gonna figure out what’s going on” and she’s been drinking dumb bitch juice so she’s like OHKAY.

Now she’s not scared of the arcangel because patch makes her feel safe...no he DOESN’T?!?!?!?!?

“If you ride without screaming, i’ll get coach to switch our seats” why do i feel like this is gonna be that scene in the movie fear where they hook up at the top of the ferris wheel

“I don’t scream, not for carnival rides.” not for you is her inner voice i assume and ommggggg

He sits in a car that shows demons ripping the wings off an angel, an angel sitting on a gravestone and watching children, then possessing a little girl

Okay foreshadowing

“Scared, angel?”

Our car flew demonically fast - we get it

Her seatbelt came undone and she fell out!!!!!!!

Oh wait...she didn’t? She ended up grabbing him and screaming??

CHAPTER 9

He offers her a drink from his soda can and she’s like “ooh my mouth where his mouth is”

Her phone is dead so she hitches a ride with patch...did he kill her phone with angel powers somehow??

V had left her!!!!?????

Ooh or did the boys kidnap her??

So she’s sure the mind-talking is real but not sure if the guy in the mask or the falling off the coaster is real…

Patch rides a motorcycle because ofc

He takes her home and then has her keys in his hand somehow

He is totally fucking with her, the key won’t turn if she uses it but he can get it to work

“Go ahead, i’m home alone” immediately i realized it wasn’t a smart thing to say

Self preservation has left the chat!!!!!!!! The same boy you thought was stalking you 3 days ago, you just told him you are home alone...dumb bitch juice

“Dorothea will be here soon. She’s old but strong, very strong” You would absolutely be the first to die in a horror movie, nora

He comes inside without her inviting him so he can make her tacos

He...knows where her kitchen is...fuck no

She is scared of him having a knife but also...goes over to him so he can show her how to make tacos…

So idk if most teens are so horny they’re literally willing to die for it, because i was on antidepressants when i was grace’s age and i had no desire to get busy...please let me know in the comments below if you ever went from scared of a dude to wanting to bone him at breakneck speed the way nora continually does in this book

“I’ll answer your questions if you make tacos”

This is a VERY horny scene where he stands right behind her and like whispers in her ear how to cut the tomato…

“Did you follow me to the library?” he smiles and she’s like OH FUCK I WANNA KISS HIM RIGHT NOW

NORA!!!!!!!!! FOCUS

“Scared?” “no” “maybe i’m just scared of -” “liking me?” “yes...wait no”

“I feel a scary attraction to you”

He lifted her onto the counter!!!!!

“You should go” “go here?” his mouth went to my shoulder “or here?” it moved up my neck AHHHHHHHHHHH

Her mom calls and she’s like “can i call you back?” her mom says “sure what’s wrong” and she HANGS UP LMAOOOOOOO

UMMMM THOUGHT HER PHONE WAS DEAD?!?!?!?

CHAPTER 10

V calls her and is like “i was looking for you all night” and nora is like “ummmm no you fucking left me???” and v’s like “DID Y’ALL KISS?!”

“I’ll pick you up at 4” “thought we were meeting at 5?” “circumstances have changed” lmao V for president tbh

We get a weird story about lionel dorothea’s godson daring nora to lick a broken piece of glass, “falling for patch would be like licking that shard”

This is the WEIRDEST analogy i think i have ever heard…

This is a first draft analogy for sure

She acknowledged that her phone had been dead so wtf happened

They go to victoria’s secret and she’s like “ooh sexy stuff ooh patch” wait i shouldn’t be thinking about dangerous patch

“I secretly enjoyed the attraction between us but the eeriness outweighed it” ma’am are you trying to lie to yourself or the reader because 1. It’s not a secret, 2. We (i) keep SCREAMING at you to have a shred of self-preservation but you threw it away for tacos

I’m going to flush patch out of my system like a detox diet, except last time i did that i binged” welp...i’m sure that’s not a sign…

Lmao V tries to take the clearance stickers off the clearance bras and puts them on the nice ones I LOVE HER SO MUCH

The hooded guy is watching her from outside…

But he’s gone before V sees him

V develops a diversion to get the hooded guy to follow her...but they can tell it’s actually a girl…

V gets hurt?!?!?!?!

CHAPTER 11

V is in the hospital with a BROKEN ARM THAT NEEDS SURGERY!!!!!

Patch is absent…

She goes to the new school psych...WHY ARE THERE SO MANY NEW PEOPLE COMING IN APRIL!!!!

She’s def also an angel

She brings up that nora is supposed to be tutoring patch and is like “all tutoring should be under adult supervision, and i don’t want you meeting alone” um...thank you for being reasonable because this dude is creepy but ALSO. Just...don’t have her tutor him…?

She goes to the computer lab in the library to look up reviews but then she’s like “i should google patch” but nothing

“No facebook, no myspace” OH MYSPACE!!!!!

She comes across a kinghorn prep article about a hanging, and finds out elliott was with the victim on the night of her death

Elliott is right behind her!!!!!

“Something cold flushed through me, like a blush, only opposite”

He’s like “Call your mom and tell her you’re taking too long at homework” and she’s like STRANGER DANGER

~~~

[prevaricatcr]

‹ TARON EGERTON, HE/HIM, CISMALE, BISEXUAL.  ›  ELLIOT GALLAGHER is the TWENTY SIX year old from SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA. when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ MIGHT AS FUCKIN’ WELL, RIGHT? GONNA HATE MY LIFE EITHER WAY, MIGHT AS WELL DO IT WITH SOME SCENERY. ❞ they claim FUNNY GAMES is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would TAUNT THE KILLER AND GET WHACKED FOR IT. their fears include DRIVING A CAR, WRITHING SNAKES and PUPPETS, and they don’t know we know, but… HE’S PAID OFF MULTIPLE WOMEN WHO HAVE HAD HIS CHILDREN. hope they enjoy their stay.  ‹  MUSE A from HOLLYWOOD’S BLEEDING penned by, Z, 25+, CST.  ›

- - - - - - - BASICS.

Name: Elliot Rian Gallagher. Pronouns: He, him. Nicknames: n/a Age: Twenty-six. Birthdate: April 18th. Zodiac: Aries sun, taurus moon, gemini rising. Ethnicity: white, his father's grandparents were second generation irish and his mother always stated that her parents came from Sandusky, and didn't know more than that. Nationality: American. Birthplace: Santa Monica, CA Gender: Cis Male. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

- - - - - - - BACKGROUND.

Parents: Craig Robert Gallagher; 58 years old, alive. Teresa Dawn Shwitzer-Gallagher ; 52 years old, alive Siblings: 2 older siblings, a boy and a girl, and two younger sisters. Spouse: n/a. Children: 3 by different mothers, whom he sends monthly allowances to. He makes it his business not to know any more. Current Job: out of work musician. Dream Career: to be back on top of his game, winning grammies like he used to. Schooling: Attended Crossroads in Santa Monica on and off, eventually graduated with lots of monetary assistance. Income: Receives pay from royalties from the band he was in as a teenager that kicked him out.

- - - - - - - PHYSICAL.

Height: 5'8". Weight: 160 lb. Eye Color: Blue. Hair Color: Dark brown. Hair Length: Fairly short. Hair Type: On the thinner side, with some wave. Body Type: Fairly skinny, with small hips and waist. A little thicker around the midsection with his short stint of sobriety. Clothing Size: Medium to large. Shoe Size: Size 11 Complexion: Very pale, freckles fairly easy, burns very easy. Scars: scars and calluses on his hands, a puckered scar on his temple half hidden by his hair, and a scar on his right hip from a bad car accident, his knees are assessed as much older than himself because of how poorly he treats them combined with genetics, and a long scar on the left side of his back.

- - - - - - - PERSONALITY.

Positive Traits: adventurous, charming, direct, passionate, sociable, competitive, creative, lively, versatile. Negative Traits: volatile, extravagant, defensive, envious, juvenile, wasteful, unreliable, vulgar, pessimistic. Mental Condition: Currently drinking again and using cocaine along with a few prescription pills after attempting out-patient rehab and tapering down his drinking, which he's been addicted to since age fourteen. No officially assessed disorders or conditions besides his alcoholism. Struggles with intimacy while sober. Emotional Condition: Fragile, filled with guilt and self loathing after relapse. Sees trust as more important than love and is very guarded with what he considers his innermost self. Likes: All black outfits, sunglasses, a tall glass of boulevard when he's drinking to taste it, people that make him laugh out loud, old school SNL, the fine tuning of behind the camera work, treating the people he cares about to nice things, arguing about oscars prospects for any given film, penny slot machines, jokes that make people groan loudly. Dislikes: lazy jokes about addiction, late night talk shows, people who look at him and see his misdeeds and not who he is as a person, "lizard people" conspiracy theories, elevator music, plastic covers on mattresses, the concept of an all seeing, all knowing god, TMZ, the smell of industrial cleaner. Strengths: intelligent, ambitious, sincere, passionate, generous, philosophical. Weaknesses: reckless, impatient, cowardly, detached, foolhardy, irresponsible. Fears/phobias: sobriety, letting someone see every single part of him, allowing himself to be vulnerable when sober, having hallucinations, driving a car. Hobbies: little to none as his primary hobby has always been drinking, mostly reading and watching movies. Quirks: fiddling with his glasses, biting the inside of his cheek, humming any song that comes through his mind out loud when he's distracted or concentrating hard on something.

- - - - - - - HISTORY.

!!! possible triggers in the following biography: drug use, alcohol abuse and alcoholism, driving while intoxicated, car accidents, parental neglect of children !!! You are two and a half when you land your first commercial. Your younger sisters managed their first roles before you, but it was a little easier for them as they were infant twins; far more in demand than just a tiny toddler boy. This is how your family eats and keeps themselves in an apartment in Santa Monica that's meant to house three when your family eventually grows to hold seven in total. A lot of mouths to feed. Thankfully you don't remember a lot of this, as the small time work you and your siblings do is enough to keep your family afloat. You make your way into middle school; pissed and stand offish and looking like a cherub; which insures that no one takes you seriously. The friends you make, you hold tightly to, and you kick around in your best friend Boston’s basement, just fooling around on his parents drum kit, their guitars that aren’t actually supposed to be touched. It’s all just for fun, the band and the EP you slap together; just trying to impress each other, until one of Bos’ parents finds someone who wants to sign the band. Everyone tells you over and over again, that this is the deal of a life time. That this will make sure you work in Hollywood for the rest of your life. This is both true, and untrue. The EP is an unmitigated success, and every review has something to say about you, the kid on bass with backup vocals who’s face looks barely legal but plays like he’s planning a murder. Almost everyone remarks on how much older than your few years you seem. Which at first makes you feel special, important. Makes you seek out big words to use when you're sitting on the couch as a guest. The audience really loves that. Of course, this also spawns those times when you end up at wrap parties and after parties, your mother schmoozing whatever producers and execs she can find, your father nowhere to be found, and a sea of adults getting high and wasted around you. None of the vices of Hollywood have ever been all that strange to you, though. Your parents have always had a very blase approach to the innocence of childhood, and didn't much care to shield you from anything. It’s still all fun and games, really. The five of you have too much fun, and everyone wants to treat you to everything, so. Somehow the option you end up choosing most often is the bottle in your hand. The bottles that are so readily available, everywhere, that get pressed into your hands and put into the end of the night goodie bags your mother always takes three of. You think that waking up in an unfamiliar bed every single night of a week is something the rest of your bandmates are doing. It’s all a laugh, we all drink and we all smoke and it’s kid shit, right Boston? You learn that it very much is just a ‘you’ thing when you come to rehearsal (late, as usual) one Thursday afternoon and they’re all somberly waiting for you, hands in their lap and silent. You are being released from your contract with Cthulhu Rising...but the band has elected to move on and create their debut album. Unfortunately at this point you are eighteen and very, very deeply entrenched in alcoholism. The press has been playing you as a party boy who enjoys simple teenage excess for a very long time, but it's starting to wear thin. TMZ is growing a lot less glowing in their articles. You try not to pay attention even as you get yourself thrown out of clubs and tossed into drunk tanks and bailed back out again by whichever assistant your mother has hired this week. As long as you can find a way to make music, you can keep breathing. But with your growing notoriety, offers start to dry up. Those late night shows that loved your precociousness take pot shots at you in their opening monologues. Kimmel's pre-taped Lonely Island style sketch about 'you' endorsing a brand of gin in the style of I Love Lucy gets over a million views on youtube. All of Hollywood, and by extension all the world is laughing at you. It get a little less funny when you ram your matte black Lamborghini Aventador into the median taking the exit for Interstate 10, pinball off of it and into the car in the lane next to you, back into the median hard enough to flip your car into a roll, tumbling side over side across the lanes into the ditch. Your blood test results at the hospital show your blood alcohol content was nearly triple the legal limit. The accident doesn't kill you, though it's a close thing. You're convinced the recovery is worse. The total at the end adds up to a fractured pelvis, six broken ribs, safety glass embedded in your left temple, lacerations all over your arms and face, bleeding in your lungs and swelling in the brain that leaves you in a coma for the better part of two weeks. The most pathetic part of it all? All of that, the things you don't remember from that day coupled with the bursts and flashes of what you do remember, the year and a half you spend in recovery still isn't enough to make you put the bottle down forever. And doesn't that just make you fucking hate yourself?

[stardew-imagines-me]

Want nsfw asks? Give us bachelor kinks.

So I’m absolutely in love with this anon, thank you so much 💙💙💙 anon is a true blessing in disguise. Also these are like a mix of headcanons and kinks, oopies:-3

Sam:

• Very much a switch

• Loves oral and anal a little too much; will ask to eat out his partners like a hungry puppy and will fuck someone’s mouth like a dog in heat

• Although he’s very sweet and sensitive in person, he loves to be treated like shit in bed. Will ask his partners to call him all sorts of names and use him like he’s just a toy

• Bondage is a favorite of his; likes to tie his partner up and take care of them obediently, blind folding sometimes and loves sensory deprivation

• Often has his partners hold the remote to the vibrator in his ass while he fucks them

• Loves using names like daddy/mommy when bottoming and baby when topping

Shane:

• Shane mostly a top, but lets his partners fuck him if they want

• Likes rough sex, but prefers slow and painfully pleasurable the most

• Bites A. Lot. Loves drawing blood when he bites or gets bitten by his partners

• smell kink; the sweatier, the messier, the dirtier, the better

• hes a big fan of lingerie; frilly and cute, skimpy and to the point, sexy and revealing, hes all for it

Alex:

• Mainly a dom, but if his partner asks for him to bottom, he’ll try it out

• Clothed sex; he thinks it’s so hot to just whip himself out and take his partner when they are still fully clothed and untouched

• Adores rough sex; bruises, biting, tears and scratches, he’ll take it all. He’ll mark his partner’s whole body with dark hickeys and won’t stop until they are fully marked as his

• Size difference kink: The smaller, the better. If his partner is short, petite and easy to throw around the bed, he basically sees stars. They don’t even have to be petite, he just needs to bend over to his them or hunch over to fuck into them. He’s an actual dog

Sebastian:

• A switch; doesn’t mind bottoming and doesn’t mind topping

• He’s into pet play, more specifically kitten play. He’ll play the kitten or the master; for his bottom partners, he’ll attach a collar and leash to them and have them ride him until they can’t physically keep themselves up anymore

• Very rough; like dark bruises from gripping hips so hard with his hands, bite marks that need to heal over, scratches that draw blood, any marks really that get him off

• Masochist; if he’s bottoming, he wants to be slapped and spanked, choked until he’s near passing out and forced into the bed with his head held down against the mattress

Elliot:

• A sweet switch; he can fuck or be fucked, he doesn’t mind as long as his partner is happy. He enjoys praising no matter what position he’s in and can’t get enough of actual sex on the beach, no matter how damn messy it can be.

• He’s into cucking or voyeurism, can’t help but admiring as someone else takes his partner in front of his eyes and loves when he’s mixed with feelings of jealousy, rage, and desire

• He absolutely a feeder, enjoys bigger people and plump stomachs to love and adore

Harvey:

• Believe it or not, Harvey isn’t actually as vanilla as you may think he is, though he is more innoncet than the their bachelors. He’s definitely a bottom and enjoys being manhandeled by his partners; if not a man, then he will ask his female partner to peg him.

• Enjoys being edged and having rough sex. Gets a thrill out of fucking in his clinic on and off duty, no matter how unsanitary it can be sometimes.

• Does doctor roleplays because he’s just that sort of dude. Though, he is a gentle lover when the time is necessary, and loves long aftercare sessions.

• Uses sex enhancing pills (like viagra) on his partners, with consent of course, so that they can go for a long long time

[criminalminds-lol]

No Evidence (Part 1)

My first day at the BAU was three years ago, almost exactly. I wasn’t on the team yet, but I worked for them, filing paper work and such. I knew Garcia well, and it felt like I might even know Derek Morgan most of all, even though I had hardly met him, because Garcia talked about him so much.

It didn’t take long before I had moved up in the ranks and had been given the opportunity to actually join the team. For two and a half years, I had been working with Hotch, Reid, Prentiss, Rossi, Garcia, J.J., and Derek, catching serial killers all across the country.

There was a short period of time between my joining the team and Derek and I “fraternizing,” as Hotch would put it. In that time, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful he really was – almost to the point of not being human. One second he could be consoling a child, a victim, a widow, a parent, and the next he could be kicking down doors and tackling a serial killer to the ground. He understood that different times needed a different version of him, and I came to love every single one of those versions of him.

After months of sneaking around, Hotch let us know that he had known the entire time. In fact, the entire team knew. He assured us that we wouldn’t get in any trouble for fraternizing with our co-workers, and everything settled into place. We were together, everyone knew, and that’s how things were. Not much changed, other than the fact that we were now able to tell our team where we were spending the weekend and where we were going after we got off of the plain. We also both got the chance to have someone who understood the job, how hard it was, how much time it took from our lives, and how much it needed us. We had someone to share the pain of a particularly hard case with; we had someone to share the struggle we all deal with when a victim doesn’t make it.

Derek and I have been together for a little over two years. We’re happy. We share a house when we’re not out working a case. We’ve discussed getting a pet together. The only things that have never come up are marriage and kids. I think we’ve both seen how marriage and kids worked out for Hotch, and neither of us wanted to lose what we had, what seemed so perfect. We both probably figured that if we pretended that it didn’t matter, then we would never have to talk about it and we could avoid it.

Then, I realized that avoiding the topic was the worst possible thing we could have done as I stared down at the word, clear as day, just as the box had promised. “PREGNANT” glared across the test in all capital letters, and I didn’t know what to do. I had already taken four, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe them. I promised myself that they were just hard to read, and so I bought a Clear Blue pregnancy test that promised to tell me exactly what I wanted to know in a way that would be impossible to deny. I knew what the results were going to be before I took the test, but I hoped the entire waiting period that I was wrong, that I wasn’t pregnant, that it was all just a false alarm and life could be normal. But that was certainly not the case. I was pregnant and now I was going to have to approach telling Derek with no idea what he thought about it.

Derek was downstairs making coffee, so I quickly made my way into my room, still wrapped in a towel after my shower, and slipped the test into my purse. I would just throw it away in the bathroom at work, that way there was no way Derek could find out about it before I had the chance to tell him myself. I went back into the bathroom and dressed myself in my clothes for work, and then I went downstairs, trying to be calm around Derek even though I was beyond confused about how to tell him. I knew I had to do it, because sooner or later he would find out, but I didn’t know how. Did he even want kids, ever? We had never discussed it. Would he want me to leave my job? Would Derek want to leave the FBI? Who knows? It’s impossible to even guess. Although I’m a profiler, that’s one thing I vowed I would never do when I began training for the job. I promised myself that I would never profile a friend, or someone I loved, to consciously make assumptions about them. I couldn’t do that to Derek. I had to have faith that he would make it work no matter what I told him, or how.

We made it to work and went straight into the briefing room. J.J. was already there with Hotch, Rossi, and Spencer. Prentiss came in just minutes after us and J.J. began to pass out files.

“This one’s urgent. I want to get us down there as soon as possible,” she explained as she walked past Hotch. “One of the officers on the case, Elliot Batz, used to work with Will in New Orleans. He called me directly this morning after what he believes is the fourth murder by one unsub. Many officers are refusing to even look at the case, and so far three have quit because of it. There was one original kidnapping and murder that they believe started it. Erika Belmont, seventeen, was kidnapped on her way to beach week. Her friends received text messages saying that she was sick and she couldn’t make it. Her parents received text messages from her phone saying that she was okay, but she was having a lot of fun with her friends and she didn’t have time to call. They received texts over the course of the entire week, and didn’t press her on calling. They said they just wanted to let her have some fun without them hanging over her the entire time, so they decided to let it go. The next Friday, when Erika was supposed to come home and she didn’t show up her parents sent her multiple texts, none of which she responded to. They called her friends only to hear that she hadn’t come to the beach. They called the police to file a missing report and were told that a body had been found earlier that day. The parents positively identified her as Erika Belmont. She was strangled to death, stabbed seven times in the torso post-mortem, and her body was left wrapped in a tarp on the side of a rural highway. The police began looking in to the murder, and the lead officer on the case, Rachel Hase, thirty-seven, was found dead in her apartment the next morning from an apparent overdose. They never found any defensive wounds, no signs of a struggle or forced entry, and no DNA in the apartment or on her body. They believe it was a murder because they also found no pill bottle or anything else with residue from the medication that Hase overdosed on, but they didn’t come to the conclusion that this was a murder until last night, after the fourth victim was found. The police are unsure if the third murder is connected, but Elliot swears it is. Brittany Pemberton, twenty-four, was a local girl studying criminology at the University of Florida. She came home for the summer and when she heard about the unsolved murder. She decided she wanted to look into it herself. She was found in a dumpster, also wrapped in a tarp, but she had abrasions on her wrists and ankles from rope, and she was shot execution style. There was no post-mortem stabbing. The fourth victim, and the last straw before they called us in, was an officer who was killed last night while parked in the driveway of the original murder victim. After the murder of Brittany Pemberton, they wanted to make sure that no one was coming to the site of the original murder, even if they weren’t connected and it was just a precaution. Robert Granville was found in his patrol car, shot in the head through the windshield, and stabbed in the neck and chest thirteen times post-mortem, with the case file open on his lap. It looks like he was working on it when he was murdered. They’ve kept the media out of it. They continued with the story that Belmont and Pemberton were not connected, Officer Hase committed suicide, and Officer Granville was killed when a man tried to rob the house and saw the cop car outside. They’re doing their best to keep media attention at bay so that there are no more victims like Brittany Pemberton.”

Derek sighed. “So, you’re telling me we’re looking at a guy who goes after anyone who he thinks might be able to catch him?” 

I glanced over at him, and then at Hotch when he began talking. “We need to leave as soon as possible. This man is not going to stop killing until he is stopped. Even if they were to stop looking into this murder, he’d kill again just so he could have the pleasure of killing, and so he could give himself reason to start killing cops again, because if he killed another girl, they would have to start investigating him again. The fact that he stabs the victims even after they’re dead means its person and it’s anger-driven. But there’s no sexual component. He needs to kill, but he doesn’t get off to it. All of the victims are dressed, but they’re covered. He feels remorse. He doesn’t want to look at them when he tosses their body. He’s not doing it as a way to keep them from being seen if he left the bodies on the sides of highways and in open dumpsters wrapped in white tarps. Those are easily visible. They draw attention. He wants someone to find them so that he has an excuse to kill again. But he’s smart. He knows that if he kidnaps the police officers, they’ll be onto him. Right now, he thinks the police think all of the deaths were different, and that they believe they’re looking for three separate killers. We know that’s not true, and we have to stop him before he realizes that, because one he knows the police are onto him, his entire way of killing will change.”

I stared at Hotch, practically in awe. I had been watching him do this job for years. He profiled criminals, and he was damn good at it. Every word he said made sense, but I could only come up with half of it before he said it himself. He processes everything so fast; he immediately understands the killer, and what the killer is going to do, before he has a chance to. I never wanted to leave this job. Discreetly, I brought my hand under the table and rested it on my belly as chatter distracted everyone else.

“Plane leaves in thirty minutes. Grab your go-bags. We need to be there as soon as possible!” Hotch announced.

At that, I removed my hand and stood up, pushing my chair back in. “Derek, I’m going to go grab something to eat. Will you grab my go-bag from my desk and meet me at the plane? I’ll bring you food!” I gave him a smile and he nodded.

“Of course, gorgeous. See you in thirty.” He kissed me and walked off, and I sighed. I felt bad for keeping secrets from him, but I didn’t know how to tell him now.  

I made my way out of the building, listening to my heels click against the pavement as I made my way down the street to the Chinese restaurant, which was conveniently situated right next to a Starbucks. I placed my order in the Chinese restaurant, two meals for Derek and I and enough egg rolls for the rest of the team to be happy. While I waited, I went into Starbucks and ordered a trenti vanilla iced latte to wake myself up and bring myself back to reality after everything that had happened this morning. I went back to the Chinese place, picked up the bag, and made my way back to the office in time for the plane. Once we were on, Derek and I sat down across from Spencer, and I ate, happily curled into Derek’s strong arms. I felt bad for not telling him, but it wasn’t the time yet. I wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t do it now, not in front of all of these people.

After eating, I fell asleep. Even with that large coffee, I was exhausted. I guess that’s what being pregnant and stressed does to a person. My head rested in Derek’s lap, and I felt his arm draped over me as I slept and he chatted with Spencer.

“So… You two… I mean, almost three years, right? In a few months? Are you thinking about getting married?” Spencer asked.

Morgan smiled. “Kid, you’ve got a lot to learn. Derek Morgan is not the marriage type. I’m surprised I’m even the long-term girlfriend type. But seriously, we’ve all seen what happened to Hotch… Rossi… Gideon… I don’t want that. Even if she is in the BAU… If we’re happy like this, no rings, just us, then why mess with it? If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.” 

Spencer just shrugged it off. To some extent, Derek was right. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong. Our relationship seemed normal, happy, and fine. We acted like a married couple. We lived together. We shared everything with each other. Well, almost everything. We worked together. We basically had the same job. He had seen with his own two eyes that we didn’t need to be married to make it work, or to be happy with each other. I had felt the same way until this morning, and then things started to change. I had always planned on having my life laid out perfectly: husband, job, house, and kids. I was changing things up, and it was weird. At this rate, it seemed like it would go job, house, kids, and maybe a husband one day.

The plane landed in Virginia and Officer Elliot Batz, Will’s friend, who had called J.J, met us.

“Boy, am I glad to see y’all. We’ve lost four people in the past month. That’s more people than this town has lost probably in the six years I’ve been here.” He looked sad.

“How ya doin’, J.J.? And how’s Will, haven’t seen him since New Orleans. Heard ‘bout your baby boy, though.”

She gave him a gentle smile. “We’re all doing fine. Will’s wonderful. Adjusting well to life as a father. He adores Henry.” They chatted a bit as we walked to a car and were brought to the police station. We were introduced to three men, the only officers still willing to work the case other than Elliot.

We spoke to all of them, interviewed them, we asked about the deaths of their colleagues, as well as about any information form the other two murders.

We had been working on the investigation for six days. Hotch had us all in pairs at all time, Reid and Morgan, Prentiss and I, J.J. and Elliot, and himself and Rossi. There were hardly any leads. We spoke to as many witnesses as possible, we spoke to the families of the victims, but nobody had any information as to why these people were killed. The only confirmation we could make was that the third murder was likely related to the first, second, and fourth killings. There was no sign of who the killer might be.

Derek and I ended up in our shared hotel room late that night. Hotch and J.J. had stayed with Elliot at the police station, but the rest of us were together here. Derek and I shared a room, and Prentiss, Reid, and Rossi were all sitting in one of the other rooms until J.J. and Hotch returned. I sat on the end of the bed, staring down at my purse, at the test that I had never gotten a chance to throw out. I had to tell Derek. I knew I didn’t have a choice. When he stepped out of the shower, I was in the same spot, only this time I was holding a little white and blue stick in my hands.

“Derek…” I frowned and looked up at him. “Derek I have to tell you…” I stopped speaking as soon as his eyes met my hands.

“Are you…” I saw his sly little smile as his gaze moved up to meet my eyes. “You are. Oh my god, baby girl.” He sat down on the end of the hotel bed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You’re telling me, that we’re going to have a baby?”

He looked elated. That was the most heartwarming moment of my entire life.