#cow chop rpf

[brandogenius]

Can you do one thats like a combo of jb x reader with unsupportive parents and bg x younger artist where younger artist!reader gets kicked out but also gets a new apartment in la to start a new life so it’s bittersweet and the boys help you move in? also LOVEEEE your fics💕

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - the boys & young artist! - unsupportive parents

the boys don’t from from you in while. all three of them growing worried since you were very since in the group chat. finally getting a hold of you at one night maybe like a week later you explain the story

at first the boys were mad at you for not replying but once realising that you were kicked out, had nowhere to stay, no phone to charge aka replying to messages they understood.

they were also a bit upset you didn’t come to them. “i didn’t want to burden or annoy you” which caused the boys to get more upset. mainly due to the fact they thought you didn’t trust them enough. “you know you can come to us for anything right kid?”

you weren’t used to living on your own so the boys offered to temporarily move in with you until it felt right. whether that was a week or a couple of months. especially with what was going on, they didn’t want you to be on your own anyway

“guys i promise i’m fine-“ (no you weren’t stop lying to yourself tf)

“just a couple of days at most kid. sleepover with the oldies.” they help you move your stuff in. decorating the house the way YOU want it.

going out shopping for furniture with lucy. ikea maybe? hauling supplies and shit into the back of the car as both of you build a couch and table with chairs for the day. phoebe and julien going shopping for paint and home decoration supplies

i feel like each in their own way it’s a little bonding moment between you and the boys. shopping with lucy while both of you discuss amongst yourselves which couch looks nicer with the interior.

“this one looks nice” lucy running her hands over the soft leather of the couch “would look nice with the coloured walls” you agreeing. lucy helping put the stuff in the trolly (bare with me i haven’t been to ikea before ‼️)

both of you setting up the supplies in the empty room. getting down to business. “let me take the hammer- i’m afraid you’d chop your fingers off”

lucy ending up doing all the hammering and nail work as you sit there and hold stuff in place. it’s not that she doesn’t trust you it’s just… you’re quite accident prone but thats ok!

another bonding moment with phoebe going home supply shopping. she knows what you like and what you dislike so it’s easy to find. running down the isle with fake flowers like “these would look so cute!!” and add them to the trolly without your opinion.

debating on weather this purple cute cow print cushion is cuter or this pastel colourful rainbow rainbow. both liking the both but ultimately doing beads or tails in the store to find out what wins

you putting both in the trolly anyway.

with jb however. i can view the two of you painting your bedroom. say pb and lucy are gone to get lunch for all of you so you and jb are painting the bedroom.

jules going like “you know if you need anyone to talk to you can come to me and the boys right?” it’s so sudden but has you crying in sibling issues. it’s very sweet but also a bit sad.

“i know.. i just don’t wanna annoy you all” and jb is like “nonsense. wouldn’t be annoying anyone. we’re all friends here right?” and you’re nodding your head agreeing “then there’s no need to be worried”

[qbdream]

wait i don't get it. who are all those ships

in the gamer rpf post? okay here we go.

willemses: james and elyse willems (funhaus) very sweet people and they give great hugs- i was lucky enough to spend some time w them at a bar in 2019. they are married and both so very funny, very sweet couple.

mavin: michael jones & gavin free. best friends for 11 years and counting. both (to my knowledge) still part of achievement hunter, although you may recognize gavin as one of the slow mo guys. they are really the rpf ship of all time to me and i could talk about them for hours

(image shown in them in the shirt that displays their "team symbol," which michael [right] has since gotten tattooed)

jackeoff: jack pattillo and geoff ramsey. the founders of achievement hunter. the strongest "two dads in love" vibes (although only one of them is a dad)

dnf im sure u know but i'm putting a picture here anyway. bc i love them

egobang i believe is arin hanson and dan avidan from the game grumps? i never got super into their stuff but they were always in my peripheral

supermega i also do not know well but i have seen them kiss irl with my own eyes. i went to google them for a picture and i learned that this is not a rare occurrence these men like to kiss each other

aaaaaand novahd- james uberhaxornova and aleks immortalhd were part of the creatures and then eventually left to start their own collaborative channel called cow chop. schlatt was a big fan of theirs and i think it explains so much about him and i could make a whole post about that alone tbh

all of these were iconic ships back in like 2013-2017 era of youtube gaming content!

[loveyboyslovin]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Anna Marie | intricateornate, Original Characters, Original Demon Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Casters, Twins, Sisters, Resurrection, Demonic Possession Series: Part 4 of Cow Chop Modern Magics Summary:

Foresight: the ability to predict what will happen or be needed in the future. Regarded throughout the magical community as the rarest and most powerful gift a caster’s magic can be claimed for.

And having a twin sister with the same power? Unprecedented!

And yet, when all is said and done, what good is such power when you don’t see the one tragedy that will haunt you forever until it’s far too late to stop it?

[tinypeckers]

Summer is an eternity with you

Fandom(s): The Creatures / Cow Chop

Pairing(s): Eddie Cardona/Seamus O’Doherty (SlyPKC), James Wilson/Aleks Marchant (NovaHD)

Summary: Seamus O'Doherty’s big plans for the summer of lounging in front of the TV, gorging on snacks and getting approximately 0.005 hours of sunlight are dashed when he is unceremoniously dumped at a summer camp by his parents. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s sorted into a bunk with the most obnoxious, dorky know-it-all, Eddie Cardona, who seems to determined to torture Seamus with his gung-ho attitude. Will his other bunkmates be enough to keep him sane? Will it all end in a blood bath a la Friday the 13th? Or will Eddie find a way to make Seamus a happy camper after all?

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

The horn sounded bright and early the following morning as the light filtered through the dust-caked windows of bunk 21. Seamus squeezed his eyes closed, determined to get his full forty-winks that morning. The day held a whole lot of group activities and Seamus was going to need all the strength he could get to deal with a whole day of Eddie antics which, as usual, started at the crack of dawn. Toot, toot, toot went his horn along with the camp’s official wake up call. Ow, ow, ow, came Eddie’s cries shortly after. Seamus sat up in his bed as another balled up pair of socks hit Eddie in the chest. Seamus looked up at his assailant. James rested on his elbow as he chucked another sock wad at Eddie. He appeared to have cleaned out his sock drawer and lined them up along his bed for ammunition. Some socks had fallen off onto the ground during the night, but he still had a pretty solid gathering of socks left to pelt his bunkmate with.

 “All right, stop,” Eddie huffed. He rubbed at his chest and lowered his horn. The socks had wrinkled his shirt, yet another replica of the one from the day before. He pouted up at James. “I at least hope they were clean socks.”

James lifted a pair to his nose. These two were visibly discoloured, probably the pair he had worn the night before. He sniffed and recoiled away from them. He held them up as though to aim. Eddie huffed and shook his head at the other boy before hurriedly retreating to his own bed to hide. Without missing a beat, James twisted his wrist and lobbed the stinky socks in Aleks’ direction instead. They landed with a soft bonk atop the other boy’s head. For a moment, there was no reaction. Then, with a sniff, Aleks yelled and careened up into the ceiling with a bang.

 It took twenty minutes, a cold flannel press and a lot of screaming to calm Aleks down after that. Eddie kept glancing at the bump that had formed at the top of Aleks’ head. The other boy refused to get it checked out by the medic, though he made a point that they were to blame it all on James should he suddenly drop dead from an undiagnosed brain clot. The comment only made James, who had not stopped cackling since Aleks’ head had first connected to the ceiling, laugh even harder. Seamus had dragged him out of the bunk then and left Eddie and Aleks behind. He tried not to laugh with the other boy as they made their way to breakfast, ���You’re going to have to grovel to him later, you know that, right?” Seamus commented.

“Nah,” James shook his head. “He can’t stay mad at me.”

“Wanna bet?”

 The two boys anxiously awaited their bunkmates at the breakfast table, each confident that the other would be out $10 soon. James practically melted into the bench and defied gravity as he leaned back, his knees locking him into position. Seamus sat upright; hands clasped together as he kept one eye on the door. Neither boy touched their breakfast. It took a while for Eddie and Aleks to join them, the latter still wearing a scowl. Seamus glanced at James out of the corner of the eye. James was going to help pay toward his ‘get the stepfather the ugliest souvenir he could find’ fund. Eddie and Aleks joined them on the bench a few minutes later. Aleks purposefully sat across from Seamus and kept his gaze away from James. The latter sighed. He shook his head at Seamus’ smirk – there would be no grovelling, not yet.

 Once they were full on scrambled egg, the boys joined a group of other campers for their day’s activities. They followed Councillor Jordan deep into the forest until they emerged in a large clearing. Here, the trees grew ridiculously tall. Little platforms and wires had been installed into the sides and arranged to create several different zipline courses. Jordan gave the group a long-winded, thorough safety speech which ended on some advice about how it was best to do the courses in their bunk groups or as pairs. Eddie was quick to tell his fellow bunkmates which course he would prefer and even James jumped in on his excitement to let them know that last year his group had been the fastest to complete it and he wasn’t about to lose that title this year. At that, Aleks had grabbed Seamus’ arm and yanked him toward another, less extreme course with a mutter about how they weren’t going to get in the way of that achievement.

 Seamus wasn’t too miffed about having to do the less extreme course, though he would never admit to the way his legs had wobbled at the thought of having to scale the trees. He grinned at his partner and lightly knocked at his arm.

“How’s your head? Are you going to be all right to do this?”

“Fuck off,” Aleks said. “We’ve got to do this quickly so we can beat them.”

Seamus looked up at the course that they had chosen. It wasn’t as high, nor did it seem as long nor as challenging as the one Eddie and James were about to embark on.

“I don’t think that it will be that hard to do,” Seamus begun. He let the rest of the sentence die on his tongue as the other boy glared at him. They joined the queue to be kitted up with their safety gear. Seamus swallowed the excess saliva that pooled in his mouth when he glanced upwards.

 At the other course, James launched himself up the starting ladder. He grabbed each rung with ease and left Eddie to scramble up behind him.

“I just don’t get his problem,” James grumbled.

“You made him hit his head on the ceiling,” Eddie panted back.

“I don’t see how it’s my fault he forgot that he was on a bunkbed.”

“You didn’t need to throw your dirty socks at him though, or me for that matter.”

“Oh boo hoo, it was a bit of fun. You started it with that fucking horn anyway.”

“I like the horn,” Eddie murmured.

“Yeah? Well, nobody likes you.” James kicked off from the tree they had just climbed and sailed away from his bunkmate on the first zipline.

 Aleks and Seamus had made some progress of their own. They’d made it to the second checkpoint of their course, though Seamus’ eyes had bulged when he took in the stepping stones they would need to cross to get to the next tree. They hung from one of the ziplines, five lines of rope with a piece of log tied to the bottom of them. Seamus had just as little confidence in his harness and the large net below him than he did in himself to get across the obstacle. He and Aleks had let a few other campers pass before them to see their technique. Now Aleks had grown tired of waiting and with one lunge, he’d grabbed the first rope with ease. He glanced back at his bunkmate. He used the same technique to make his way to the second log. Seamus’ arm snapped outwards. He bit his lower lip, closed his eyes, and copied the other boy. It took him a couple of seconds to register that he hadn’t missed, his harness hadn’t snapped, and he hadn’t plummeted to his death. Seamus let out a sigh of relief. Aleks smirked at him from the other side. Aleks held out his hand for Seamus to take once he’d reached the last rope, which Seamus gladly took and hopped to safety. The boys inched their way around the tree to the next obstacle – a rope tunnel which, compared to the last obstacle, seemed to pale in comparison.

 “God, I can’t believe we have to spend several more weeks with James. He’s so annoying,” Aleks started as they made their way through the tunnel.

“He can be a bit annoying, sure, but I’m sure you two will make up soon enough,” Seamus replied. His fingers tightened around the rope tunnel when Aleks came to a halt. The other boy glanced over his shoulder at him. Seamus sighed. “Oh, come on, you’ve got to forgive him. How else are we going to win the bunk award?” Seamus said the last half in sarcasm, but Aleks’ face broke into a smile.

“I’m not making up with dickface just so you can keep your boyfriend happy.”

“My boyfriend? He’s not my fucking boyfriend. We’re not even friends.”

“Uh-huh, not-friends who hold hands? Not-friends who make each other rings?”

“Oh come on, that’s all him – you know that! He’s got a death grip and, wait, what rings?”

 Eddie glared at James as he rocked the see-saw they were both standing on. For a boy that wanted to beat his own record, he sure was set on wasting time. Eddie’s frown fell a little as James finally stepped onto the next see-saw. He made to follow but James swung the obstacle away from him with a large grin. Eddie’s shoulders slumped.

“What do you mean, nobody likes me?” Eddie was sure it wasn’t true; James lied all the time.

James barely hesitated in his reply: “You’re weird, you’re such a know-it-all and way too into this whole camp thing.”

Eddie chewed on the inside of his cheek. He wanted to push his thumb into his palm but was too worried about letting go so he simply squeezed the rope tighter.

“I’m not weird,” Eddie said, “And I just find camping interesting, that’s all. I thought I was being helpful.”

James lips pursed. Eddie had stopped trying to reach his see-saw and was holding up a few campers behind them. They glared at the pair, particularly at Eddie, and had started to whisper.

“All right, I guess you’re not that weird,” James swung his see-saw toward Eddie and grabbed the rope attached to the one the other boy stood on, “and I guess you can be helpful at times, sure. Now come on, you’re holding up the line.”

James held the see-saw so Eddie could come across. He gestured to let the other boy in front of him as they shared a smile. The whispers behind them grew louder but one glare thrown over James’ shoulder silenced them.

 Seamus stewed over the new information Aleks had given him for the rest of their course. According to Eddie, or rather what Aleks swears Eddie had told him this morning, they had been making gifts for one another at arts & crafts. While Seamus had struggled with his bracelet, which he had firmly told the other boy was definitely not for Eddie and never had been, Eddie had apparently been moulding a ring out of that clay. A ring intended for Seamus. A gift, if you will. Or a token of his love, Aleks had teased. Seamus shook at the thought. James and the other campers had been right. Eddie had a big fat crush on him. Seamus did not feel the same. He had hoped that he had assured Aleks of that fact as well, although his constant denial probably had made it seem less true. But Seamus was sure of another thing, too. In order to help Eddie get over his crush on him, he had to go cold turkey. No more letting the boy hold his hand or try to partner with him. Aleks was more than happy to join him in this plan, glad to keep himself away from James.

 The two boys beat their bunkmates to the end of their course. They ignored Jordan when he suggested that they stay behind and wait for them, or at very least hang back with the rest of the group, and instead made their way back to the main camp. Aleks fell onto Seamus’ bunk with a huff. It was then that Seamus really noticed the condition of his jeans, the same jeans that Aleks had worn for the entire time they had been at camp.

“Do you just really like those jeans or did you literally bring nothing to wear? I’m surprised you don’t wear them to bed. Or do you?”

Seamus cocked his head at his bunkmate. The other boy had gone deathly still. His fingers found his thigh and brushed at the threadbare jeans he was wearing.

“I don’t wear them to bed,” Aleks retorted but his voice was small, almost silent.

 Seamus picked at his own sweatpants. They were brand new, bought by his mother out of guilt. Almost all the clothes that he had brought with him to camp were new. If he wanted, Seamus could go every day of camp without needing to wash anything. He didn’t want that though because half of it he had not been there to buy and his mother’s style differed greatly from his own.

“Well,” Seamus voice cut through the heavy silence that had fell. “You still need to wash ‘em, or else they really will start to stink like the soccer bibs. I’ve got a couple of bits that need washing too, if you want to go. I think Eddie said that there was a laundry building close by.”

As he spoke, Seamus made his way across the room and to his pile of clothes. There wasn’t much, given they’d only been at camp for a few days, but he supposed they could still use a wash.

 Aleks got up and gathered his own clothes. Seamus’ face fell as he realised that even his couple-of-days-old laundry pile had more selection than the clothes Aleks had brought for the entirety of camp. Aleks stood in the middle of the room, clothes in hand, and frowned at Seamus.

“I don’t have any detergent or anything,” he realised.

Seamus grinned at him. From the obscenely large pile of his stuff in the corner of the room, he yanked out some washing powder. He chucked it onto the floor and rummaged around for a second before also pulling out a bottle of fabric conditioner. Aleks smirked back.

“Do you even have any idea how to use this stuff?”

“No,” Seamus shrugged, “Do you?”

“Fuck all,” Aleks laughed back at him.

 Thankfully, the laundry cabin was dumb teenage boy proof. The walls were covered in posters and infographics, some most likely made by the camp’s own Jordan with too much time on his hands and a passion for Windows 98 word art. Seamus and Aleks studied the posters as they threw their clothes into the machines. Seamus remembered that his mother had once told him that you should always separate colours, but he took that advice with a pinch of salt, chucking it all in as one lot. Aleks did not have the same dilemma as his clothes were almost all black. Seamus had offered him one of his many pairs of jeans for the walk down there so that he could wash his own pair. He looked weird wearing blue and they had shared a laugh at his expense. Aleks had also borrowed a t-shirt so that he could wash the one he had been wearing as well. The boys started the wash cycle and succumbed themselves to waiting.

 The wash was set to last for an hour. An hour is a long time by any means, but it dragged on for an age as the two boys sat waiting. They had started a game of catch with a balled-up sock that must have been left here from decades ago as it was brown, dusty and full of holes. When the game grew as old as their makeshift ball, they turned to a tried-and-tested method of passing the time.

“I spy with my little eye… something beginning with p,” Seamus said.

“Poster?”

“Yup, your turn.”

“I spy with my little eye… something beginning with… uh, b.”

“Bench?” Seamus asked. Aleks nodded. Seamus glanced around the room; they were running out of things that the other could guess. His eyes caught something out of the corner of his eye, something which had haunted him since camp had begun.

“I spy with my little eye something hideous and ugly.”

“Are you insulting me? That’s not how you play,” Aleks rose an eyebrow. Seamus shrugged and shook his head. “All right, I’ll bite. Is it you?”

Seamus flipped his friend off. Aleks grinned back at him. He looked around the room, eyes squinted and brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what was so hideous and ugly. Seamus knew when he had found it when he shook his own head.

“Is it Creature Carl?”

“Ding, ding, ding – we have a winner!” Seamus laughed. Their machines beeped in unison.

 Tired of waiting around, the boys set the dryer to the highest possible setting and for the shortest time. The dozens of posters around them warned them against it but Seamus and Aleks deduced that it couldn’t do that much damage because if it did, why would the dryer go that high? Aleks anxiously awaited the return of his own jeans, blue just was not his colour, and he had told Seamus as much. They fell into an easy silence, each thinking about how to deal with their respective bunkmates. The two had already agreed to swap bunks, if only so Aleks would not suffer from concussion by the end of the week. From there though, they had no plan. Lunch was fast approaching and, following that, the whole bunk had a cycle ride booked in. The pair only hoped that they could outride the other two. The beep from the dryers let Aleks and Seamus know that it was almost time to face them.

 But that crisis would have to wait. As Aleks pulled his jeans from the machine, jeans that once fit, albeit snugly, he found that they could now quite comfortably fit a baby. Seamus’ clothes were no better. Aleks slammed his fist into the top of the machine. He withdrew it and shook out his fingers. Seamus’ eyebrow raised at the slight dent he left behind.

“Fuck,” Aleks spat. He threw the jeans onto the floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He kicked at the machine over and over. Seamus bundled up his own clothes and threw them into the trashcan, conveniently placed in the corner of the room. He folded his arms over the chest. Aleks looked at the other boy. His eyes had watered and if the tensions weren’t so high, Seamus would have laughed at the way his lower lip jutted out.

“This is all I had,” Aleks’ shoulders slumped. “We’re going to have to swing by the lost and found on the way back.”

 Seamus shook his head at his friend. He gestured to the other boy’s legs.

“Nah, I can’t let you wander around in short shorts and faded t-shirts all week. You can borrow some of my stuff, I know I have a pair of black jeans somewhere.”

“Are you sure? Won’t you need it?”

“I’m pretty sure my mum packed almost half a store’s worth of clothes for the summer, so I reckon I’ve got some stuff to spare. Even if I don’t, at least we now know why you’re not supposed to set the dryer so high!”

Seamus felt relief flood through him as Aleks smiled back at him. He gestured toward the trashcan and watched his friend drop his clothes in. He left the tiny jeans on the floor. Seamus pat his back. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was lunch time and, even if he had not bothered to look, his stomach’s audible protests were all the clue needed.

 Aleks and Seamus decided to sit away from their bunkmates at lunch, instead deciding to share a table with Kai, Joseph and Dean. They had a right giggle over Seamus’ and Aleks’ laundry dilemma, apparently having washed their own clothes and lived to tell the tale. Aleks still did not find it funny. The two boys tried to ignore the stares which bore into the back of their necks. Neither turned around, glad to change the subject from their laundry woes to Kai and Joseph’s morning spent canoeing to learn the tips and tricks for later that week when they themselves embarked on an adventure down the river. Dean had spent the morning at the lake, something that Seamus was quite excited to enjoy himself but a topic of conversation that had Aleks pushing the food around his plate. The campers had to head to their next activity all too soon, however, so Aleks and Seamus found themselves putting their plates away and once again joining their bunkmates.

 Even when James and Eddie came and stood by them during yet another safety spiel, which also held a talk through of the route the group was going to take, Seamus and Aleks refused to acknowledge them. Seamus tuned out Eddie’s whispers which tried to get his attention, even as they got louder and closer to his ear. Aleks stood stone-faced as James first kicked the back of his heel, then nudged his shoulder and even went as far as to poke his butt. His finger pushed into one of his back pockets and made a crinkle noise. Aleks frowned and pulled the offending item out from the pocket. It happened to be the receipt for Seamus’ clothes haul, most likely haphazardly shoved in there when his mother had tried to pack. Aleks’ eyes widened as he saw the prices.

“Seamus,” He hissed as the councillor droned on. Seamus cast a glance at him, “Your jeans cost fucking $90, that’s fucking ridiculous.”

Seamus shrugged. He didn’t buy them, his mum did. Aleks noted that James had taken a step back from him and had begun to glare at him instead.

 The second they were on their bikes, Seamus and Aleks sped off to get away from their bunkmates. Not one to be outdone, James came flying past them and out in front. The wind from his passing almost knocked Aleks over. Seamus and Aleks kept their pace for as long as they could but the trial was unforgiving and full of inclines and rocks that sent shocks through the seat. About halfway through, Seamus had started to regret lending Aleks his clothes as the other boy complained about how they fit and how he felt weird in blue. Though he was out of breath and his legs had started to hurt, Seamus challenged the other boy to a race only to shut him up.

 Eddie brought up the rear of the bike trail, slowly pedalling alongside the two teenage councillors who were in charge of the activity. One of the councillors was supposed to be out front, at least that is what the rule book said, but Eddie took to heart his talk with James from earlier and decided against informing them. He was sure it would fall on deaf ears anyway, the two councillors had largely ignored his presence the entire trial. Eddie had, at one point, tried to speed up and join a couple of campers he recognised from arts & crafts but they had too left him out of their conversation. Eddie did not have it in him to keep up with James and he had no idea where Aleks and Seamus had got to or even if they would talk to him if he caught up with them too. He had raked his brain to try and see where he had gone wrong with them and why they were ignoring him now. He knew that Aleks was still mad at James, but what had he done wrong? Maybe they had lumped him in with James, they were friends after all, but Eddie hoped that the bike ride would clear the air.

By the time he and the councillors finished the trail, Eddie’s friends had already gone to dinner. He was relieved to find Aleks and Seamus back at their usual table, but he spotted James with some of his other friends he met last year. Eddie clutched his tray to his chest and took a big, calming breath before he approached his friends. Aleks looked up when his tray clattered against the bench. Seamus’ eyes never strayed from the lasagne on his plate. The ball in Eddie’s chest unfurled a little as Aleks smiled at him. Eddie chewed on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from talking, James had told him that he was prone to doing too much of that.

“So, how was your day?” Aleks spoke for him.

“It was good! James was a little annoyed because we didn’t beat his record. He didn’t seem to cheer up when I told him that there was always next time either… and my bike ride was fun, I stayed at the back to just relax, yknow? And… oh,” Eddie blushed. He’d done it again, “How was yours?”

“It was fine, we nailed our zip line course, but then we fucked up our laundry and now I have to wear Seamus’ clothes for the rest of the summer. Plus, he beat me at our race just to add insult to injury.”

 Eddie caught the glimpse of a smirk through a gap in Seamus hair, which had started to fall from its tight ponytail to frame his face, and he smiled with him. He had wondered why Aleks had decided to change halfway through the day. He wasn’t sure why that made the ball in his chest tighten again.

“They look good on you,” He nodded in encouragement. “How’s your head?”

Aleks reached up and brushed the top of his head. He winced as his fingers met the lump which felt as though it had grown since this morning. He shrugged. It hadn’t really hurt until then. Eddie smiled.

“We can wet another flannel when we get back and put that on your head, should help the swelling go down.”

Eddie swallowed. Was that him being too much of a know-it-all again? No, when Aleks smiled back at him he looked grateful. He had been helpful; he was sure of it.

 The three of them walked back to the cabin together after dinner, Seamus having shook his head at the mere mention of going to the campfire. Eddie longed for a s’more, but he was happy to just hang out with his friends instead. From the outside it appeared that James had not come back to the bunk but when Eddie opened the door there was a tell-tale light glaring from the upper bunk. A shadow passed over it occasionally as James’ thumb swiped through the offerings on the app he was illegally a part of. Eddie greeted him but James only gave a grunt in return. Seamus also offered his greeting, the most Eddie had heard him say all night, as he climbed up Aleks’ bunk and fell onto the mattress. Eddie frowned slightly when he realised that meant that it would be Aleks who slept across from him. Aleks picked at the jeans he was wearing.

 “Do you need something to wear to bed Aleks? Or has Seamus got you covered there as well?” Eddie asked as he opened his own drawer. It was mostly filled with the same identical outfits, he liked to call it his camp uniform, but he had a couple of t-shirts and other civilian clothes in there as well. He glanced over his shoulder at the beds. James’ brows seemed to be knitted together above his nose and he now swiped at speed. Aleks looked up at the boy in the bunk above him, one of his own eyebrows raised in a silent question. Seamus gestured toward their set of drawers.

“Have at it, dude.”

Aleks did not need to be told twice. Eddie grabbed his own sleep shirt and closed his drawer in disappointment. He had wanted to help his friend as well, but he could still be useful. He squeezed into the bathroom and wet the same flannel he had used to soothe Aleks’ bump this morning. He brought it out and offered it to his friend who had since changed into some random graphic shirt and some loungewear shorts. He took the flannel from Eddie and pressed it against his head.

“Is there anything else I could do to help?” Eddie invited himself to sit on the edge of Seamus’, well Aleks’, bed. Aleks looked at him. He reached out and pat Eddie’s arm with his free hand.

“Yes. Please, for the love of god, do not play your horn tomorrow.”

Both Seamus and James snickered from above. Eddie sighed. It was a big request but, if it would help Aleks’ head get better, he’d do it. He nodded.

[ao3littlelesshuman]

I am feeling the nostalgia in this defunct YouTube channel tag on AO3 tonight

[olderthannetfic]

(bringing this question here because you and your followers know a lot abt ao3 it seems) ive noticed a lot of fics for very different things getting all thrown under the same tag on ao3, like if you click on their fandom tag they all take you to the same "videoblogging rpf" tag, and I'm wondering is there a way I can search for the specific fandom I want within that tag without getting thrown into the mess of all these different things together? I'm used to just clicking on the fandom tag for something like a tv show and finding only fics about that show so I have never had this issue until recently

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It depends how the tags are wrangled. The minecraft people are wrangled in ways their fandom does not like, and waves of wank have come through about it before.

The best thing is to check out the tag page if the works page looks weird. That will show you what's going on with the wrangling.

See here.

As you can see, the Video Blogging RPF tag has a lot of subtags that you could click on individually:

Smosh

OMFGitsJackandDean

Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF

The Yogscast

Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Game Grumps

Janoskians

JacksGap

Team Crafted

Sideburns Crew RPF

Vlogbrothers

The Late Night Crew

Rhett & Link

Our2ndLife

The Cube SMP

The RageGaming Crew

Nigahiga Production Company

Retsupurae RPF

TheRunawayGuys

VGToolbox

LaeppaVika

Magcon (Video Blogging RPF)

MindCrack RPF

NormalBoots

Shaytards

11 Drunk Guys (Video Blogging RPF)

Buffalo Wizards RPF

newLEGACYinc (Video Blogging RPF)

Magic Animal Club

Vinesauce (Video Blogging RPF)

The Ultimate Sidemen

Banana Bus Squad

Justimusfilms RPF

My Digital Escape (Video Blogging RPF)

Hidden Block (Video Blogging RPF)

ScrewAttack RPF

Crewniverse (Video Blogging RPF)

Holy Trinity | My Drunk Kitchen RPF

Sugar Pine 7 RPF

Geek & Sundry RPF

Polygon/McElroy Vlogs & Podcasts RPF

Funhaus (Video Blogging RPF)

The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF

The Misfits (Podcast)

Solitairey Confinement Podcast (Podcast)

Hermitcraft RPF

阴阳怪气 | Yīn Yáng Guài Qì (Video Blogging RPF)

Shameless | Gøøns (Podcast)

OfflineTV (Video Blogging RPF)

If those don't suffice, I suggest searching by character, by ship, or by additional tags for your specific fandom.

[cowchop-a03feed]

Hangover Hickeys

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/L4vGyTM

by Aortic_Fox

Most of the crew had gotten together for a little party at the Dooley house. Things must have gotten wild, since Ze woke up with a brutal hangover and couldn't seem to remember what all had happened last night, which wouldn't normally be a problem. It only got concerning once Ze came face-to-face with a reflection of himself absolutely covered in hickeys. - Warning: this contains small sections of graphic smut. Don't like, don't read. :)

Words: 4781, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF, The Homies SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steven | ZeRoyalViking, Anthony | ChilledChaos, Skadj (Video Blogging RPF), Jeremy Dooley, Kat Dooley, JoJo | jojosolos (Video Blogging RPF), Max Gamble (Video Blogging RPF), Jvckk mentioned

Relationships: Anthony | ChilledChaos/Steven | ZeRoyalViking, Skadj/Steven | ZeRoyalViking, ChilledChaos/ZeRoyalViking/Skadj, Anthony | ChilledChaos/Jess Bubger

Additional Tags: Morning After, Hangover, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Drunk Blow Jobs, Mildly Dubious Consent, because they were drunk, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Guilt, Confessions, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Flashbacks, kind of, Marking, Threesome - M/M/M

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/L4vGyTM

[poweroverdrive]

Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aleksandr Vitalyvich Marchant/You Characters: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant, James Richard Wilson, Intern Joe (The Creatures), Aron | Stalerender, Trevor | ModestCube, Anna Marie | intricateornate, Asher | TheFirst, Brett Hundley Summary:

Everybody warned you, everybody claims to have your back, they want you stay away from him, they need you to stay away. But Aleks isn't like that, you're sure of it.

[huneyism]

new story out y’all

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28589028

[georgebenjiart]

Fandoms: Fake Chop, Fake AH Crew

Pairings: implied Jakob/Alec, Ryan/Jakob/Alec

Raiting: General

Words: 1,888

Summary: The Fake Chop crew is on the mend so Jakob and Alec are sent to a meeting with the Fake AH Crew. They might have crushes on a certain someone there.

[michaelthemadbitch]

Here’s the second half of my writing trade with @hrtbnr

[crystal-melanin]

Happy (Late) Holidays!

My lovely secret santa recipient @sanguineroyaltea 's gift! A fic! I hope you like it! Sorry it's so late!

@ccsecretsanta

[bluelovesstufff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant/James Richard Wilson Characters: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant, James Richard Wilson, Brett Hundley, Lindsey Washburn Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Attempted Murder, Mugging, Prompt Fic, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alternate Universe, Kinda, Open to Interpretation, Vomiting, James Wilson Has Nightmares, Brett is the best friend, drugs and alcohol are bad kids, Domestic Fluff, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like men

Summary:

I won't survive this, he thinks as the blood continues to flow out of the wound and his vision grows hazy. I might die here on this dark street, alone.

But he isn’t alone, not really. Not with James’ voice in his ear and the same night sky above him a few miles away.

“I’m here.” Aleks lets out a watery laugh, “Always, James.”

[loveyboyslovin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Creatures | Cow Chop RPF, Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant/James Richard Wilson, Anna Marie | intricateornate/Asher | TheFirst, Lindsay Tuggey Jones/Michael Jones Characters: Aleksandr Vitalyevich Marchant, James Richard Wilson, Anna Marie | intricateornate, Asher | TheFirst, Lindsay Tuggey Jones, Michael Jones, Original Characters Additional Tags: Fake Chop, Fake AH Crew, Mpreg, Male Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Physical Abuse, Blood and Injury, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, All Violence and Abuse Takes Place Outside Of Tagged Relationships and Is By Original Characters Summary:

Ever since the Cockbite Syndicate had Faked them, pulled them out of Colorado and brought their ragtag family of misfits to Los Santos, Fake Chop had started to feel invincible. Surely, nobody in their right mind would dare to cross a member of the most powerful crime syndicate in the entire world? It was a misguided notion on James’ part, one that he will regret as long as he lives.

Sometimes, it takes losing one of the truly irreplaceable things to finally open your eyes to the truth.

[tinypeckers]

Summer is an eternity with you

Fandom(s): The Creatures / Cow Chop

Pairing(s): Eddie Cardona/Seamus O’Doherty (SlyPKC), James Wilson/Aleks Marchant (NovaHD)

Summary: Seamus O'Doherty’s big plans for the summer of lounging in front of the TV, gorging on snacks and getting approximately 0.005 hours of sunlight are dashed when he is unceremoniously dumped at a summer camp by his parents. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s sorted into a bunk with the most obnoxious, dorky know-it-all, Eddie Cardona, who seems to determined to torture Seamus with his gung-ho attitude. Will his other bunkmates be enough to keep him sane? Will it all end in a blood bath a la Friday the 13th? Or will Eddie find a way to make Seamus a happy camper after all?

AO3 Link

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Seamus pulled the red, faded bib over his head. He gagged as the neck of it slid slowly over his face. Once it had settled on his body, it stuck to his t-shirt with sweat from the boys of summers past.

“Is it some unspoken rule that they don’t wash these things or what?”

Aleks snorted back at him. He stood, hands in his pockets. James had abandoned them within seconds of arriving at the soccer field. Seamus recognised the guys he high-fived with from the welcome cabin on the first day. Aleks kicked at the dirt. He picked at the threads sticking out of the knees in his jeans. Seamus nodded toward the hole in his jeans.

“You’re committed to your look, aren’t you? Your jeans are gonna smell as bad as these,” Seamus pinched at his bib, “if you don’t wash them soon.”

Aleks’ lips twitched into a small smirk but the smile did not reach his eyes. His head whipped around as someone called his name.

 Seamus glanced around him. Three boys strode toward them. Like Aleks, they all seemed to be oblivious to what camp attire entailed. They all wore jeans, some ripped, most worn in. Only two of them wore t-shirts while one of the guys appeared to be dedicated to sweating it out in a hooded sweatshirt. The three boys huddled around Aleks and started to discuss what he had been up to, what activities that they had chosen and whether or not he was enjoying camp. Aleks had started to turn his back to Seamus, so Seamus tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts and he cleared his throat. Aleks glanced back at him over his shoulder. He held his hand in Seamus’ direction.

“Oh, right. Yeah, guys – this is Seamus, my bunkmate. Seamus this is Dean,” Aleks gestured toward a lanky, dark-haired boy with glasses that had been taped in the middle. “This is Kai,” he pointed to an African American boy with buzzed hair. Kai grinned at Seamus. Aleks pointed to the last boy, “and this is Joseph.” The freckled ginger boy waved back at him.

“I thought you were bunkmates with that weird-lookin’ kid, the one with the neckerchief?” Kai asked.

 Seamus and Aleks shared a smile at the mention of their eccentric bunkmate. Kai held his hand up, one shoulder raised toward his ear. Aleks and Seamus just shook their heads. They looked up at the sound of a horn. Their heads whipped around, half expecting that Eddie had dodged his swimming activity to torture them. But the man behind the horn was only Jordan, who grinned as he pulled it away from his mouth. He gestured to the group of boys in front of him. He started on a long, elaborate spiel about how soccer was a team game, so they’d have to work together to get a touchdown! The boys snickered. A senior councillor corrected him and Jordan bolstered forward with his introduction. He ended by reminding them to split into their teams. Kai, in his red bib, stayed beside Aleks and Seamus. The other boys wandered over to the blue team. Seamus startled as James knocked into him. They were given their positions with James, Seamus and one of James’ friends – Todd, he was introduced as – made central, right and left defence respectively. Kai was given goalkeeper while Aleks was thrust out into the forefront as right striker.

 The game started when Jordan blew the whistle and almost immediately James, Seamus, Todd and Kai were rendered useless as their team kept the ball by the other team’s goal. They couldn’t quite see what was happening and so James and Todd made their own huddle by Seamus. Kai inched his way toward them as well when it was clear the other team wasn’t going to be bringing him any action. Todd clapped a hand on Seamus’ shoulder. He pulled him close, a big grin stretching out his lips. Seamus tried to shrug his hand away but Todd’s grip was persistent.

“I heard that you’ve become Eddie’s new obsession,” Todd leered. Seamus forced the other boy’s fingers from his shoulder, one by one. He rubbed at the spot where his hands had been.

“New obsession?” James clicked his tongue and waved his hand across his neck. Todd threw his hands up. Seamus cocked his head at James. “Obsession?”

James rubbed at his hair, his fingers moving up and down along his curls. He mouthed something to Todd that Seamus couldn’t quite work out.

“Every year Eddie finds a new,” James accentuated his next word with air quotation marks, “friend. Then he falls head over heels for them and just stalks them for the rest of camp.”

Seamus clicked his tongue. He waved his hand in James’ direction. He was not Eddie’s new ‘friend’ – they were barely acquaintances. He certainly was not going to become Eddie’s obsession – not a goddamn chance. Seamus was about to tell James’ as much when from across the pitch someone yelled: “Heads up!”

Seamus ducked just in time. The ball sailed over his head, past Kai and into the net.

 When Jordan finally blew the whistle, ending the game, Aleks ripped off his bib and threw it on the ground. He stalked across the pitch toward James, Seamus, Todd, and Kai. He threw his hands toward the net. It had come away from the goal due to the amount of balls that had been kicked inside of it. Seamus dumped his own bib on top of Aleks’. He picked at his t-shirt and gave it a sniff. The smell of the bib had infiltrated his own clothes and stuck there. It certainly wasn’t Seamus’ own sweat as he’d barely moved from his spot the entire game. The most exercise he had got was when Jordan had scolded their little group from standing too close and when they’d had to switch sides at half time. Still, Seamus was definitely in need of a shower before they went to lunch. He half-listened to Aleks’ complaints that they could have won had their defence, y’know, done some defending. James pat his bunkmate on the back. He reassured him that next time they would try harder, he even promised. The glare Aleks gave in response told James that yes, yes they would and next time, next time they would win. Seamus made a mental note not to get on Aleks’ bad side.

 They met back up with Eddie for lunch. He had commandeered their usual table and taken the liberty of filling up their trays for them. When he saw Seamus and the others heading his way, Eddie pat the bench beside him. Seamus made sure to sit across from him. He glanced down at the tray in front of him. It appeared that today Dan had raided the kid’s section in the freezer aisle. Several smiley faced potatoes stared back at him, nestled beside some peas, and paired with dinosaur-shaped nuggets. Seamus was about to squish one of the smiley-faced bastard’s smile inward when Eddie pulled his tray away. He tried to steal it back but it was quickly replaced with another. The food on this one was almost identical but there were a couple more dinosaur nuggets. Seamus’ eyes widened when he saw the peas, however, that appeared to have been arranged into a heart.

“Why’d you swap the trays?”

“Oh, I got you extra nuggets because you’re going to need all the energy you can get. Crafting can be intense,” Eddie nodded his head real slow. Seamus raised his eyebrows. Out of the corner of his eye, Seamus saw Aleks shake his head. He reached across and slid the tray toward himself. The motion rolled the peas out of their shape. He shoved his own tray back toward Seamus.

“Fuck that, this asshole conserved all of his energy during soccer. I’m the one that needs the extra energy,” He muttered as he stabbed his fork into a potato’s face.

 Seamus had barely scraped the last pea off his plate when Eddie tucked his arm into his. Seamus sputtered his complaints as he was hoisted to his feet. Eddie didn’t wait for the other two, who were both off to wood whittling, as he dragged Seamus toward the door. He pulled the other boy close to him as they stepped outside. They followed a small group of other campers toward the welcome cabin, where Eddie explained to Seamus the upstairs was used as a space for activities such as crafts. Seamus nodded along, wary that a few of the other campers were giving them looks. They passed Todd on their way and the other boy winked in Seamus’ direction. Seamus swallowed. He tugged his arm from Eddie’s. As his hand fell, it brushed the back of Eddie’s. Without missing a beat, the other boy entangled their fingers together. He beamed back at Seamus, squeezing the other’s hand. Seamus smiled tentatively back.

 As they came up the stairs to the first floor of the welcome cabin, Seamus snorted. Several plastic camping tables had been set up around the room, each with a different set of materials laid out on them. The first, closest to the stairs, featured a mix of canvases, brushes and paints. Further back were bits and pieces, pipe cleaners, beads, buttons, pom poms, thread and a mix of coloured paper. Yarn, wool and other various threads were stacked on top of a table to the right complete with little boxes of needles. An electronic sewing machine had been set up in the far corner of the room. Another table held a bunch of modelling clay, the kind that dries by itself overnight, with some little scalpels and some paint. There were extra tables, too, so that the campers could grab the materials that they needed and work wherever they wished. There were stacks of papers on each of these tables. Seamus listened to the councillor in charge, one of the many senior councillors that was not Jordan or Dan, talk them through what was to be expected in the coming weeks. He stressed that there would be a safe place to keep all of their crafts over the entirety of camp and that they could work on anything that they’d like. Seamus startled when Eddie tugged on his hand. The other boy dragged him toward the table with all the clay.

 Seamus wrestled his hand free as Eddie started to pick at the supplies. He edged away from the other boy. He sidestepped to a nearby table, the one with all the beads and thread and stuck his hands into the box of beads. They reminded him of a rainmaker as they cascaded through his fingers. Seamus looked up as another camper neared the table. He withdrew his hand.

“Gonna make a necklace for your boyfriend?” The other camper glanced over at Eddie.

Seamus huffed. He turned his back on the other camper. Eddie had gathered up some clay. He motioned with his head toward one of the tables. Seamus frowned at him. He didn’t look as he grabbed a bunch of supplies. He took his seat, three tables over from Eddie. He glanced back at the other boy over his shoulder. Eddie had ducked his head down and started on his craft. As he lifted his head, Seamus whipped back around to his own station. He picked at his spoils. He had gathered various colours of thread and a few beads. He glanced at the stacks of paper in front of him. It wasn’t just plain paper, as Seamus had thought, but a set of printed instructions for various crafts. They had been neatly organised by material. Seamus thumbed at the one for thread. Typically, the first one he picked up happened to be for a bracelet. Seamus dropped it back on top of the pile. He forced a breath through his nose. He flicked through the rest of the sheets but nothing took his fancy. Seamus blew a raspberry. Bracelet it was, then.

Seamus was startled by the horn for dinner. He chucked his bracelet onto the table. Well, if you could call it that. Seamus had barely been able to weave a couple of threads together. The instructions had made no sense, and the councillor had been no help. Seamus had never wished for YouTube more than he did then – he’d have given anything to be able to see what it meant by a ‘half-hitch’ knot. The campers around him scraped their chairs as they stood up. Seamus bunched his craft into his hand. Though he couldn’t see him, Seamus could feel Eddie loom over his shoulder.

“What are you working on, Seamus?”

Seamus tucked his craft into his pocket. Eddie looked at him expectantly. Seamus stood up and nudged past the other boy. Eddie followed him, barely two steps behind, toward the cupboard the councillor had dedicated to their crafts. Seamus slipped his bracelet and some extra materials under someone else’s… bag? Either way he didn’t want Eddie, or anyone, to see what he had been making.

“It’s, uh, a secret,” Seamus muttered. Eddie’s hunk of clay fell onto the shelf with a clunk. Most of it had been left untouched, save for a smaller lump that Eddie tucked underneath the wrapper for the clay. Seamus pinched his eyebrows together and nodded towards the object. Eddie placed his fingers to his lips and giggled.

“It’s a secret, Seamus.”

 Dinner was not the usual sit-down in the mess hall. Instead, Jordan and Dan gathered the campers around the campfire. Piled up on a table were what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of potatoes, all wrapped up in aluminium foil. Next to that, arranged in neat boxes, were the toppings. Grated cheese, ham, tuna, diced onion, crumbled bacon, black beans and more as well as chilli and baked beans, kept warm inside of a hot pot of course. They were informed that tonight they would be baking their own dinner – so that they could at least cook one meal when they went camping solo. Seamus’ salivated as he grabbed his potato. Aleks was ahead of him in the neat queue that the campers had made. He brought his finger to his lip, nibbled a little bit, and then pulled it away and studied it. He sighed. Seamus nudged him forward when Aleks hadn't noticed that the line had moved. Aleks pinched at his skin. He showed his hand to Seamus. If Seamus squinted he could see the splinter that had been bothering his friend. Seamus shrugged. He had no idea how to get that out. Thankfully, they shared a bunk with someone that had been awarded every first aid and wilderness certificate out there.

 While the others huddled around the campfire, Eddie held onto Aleks’ wrist with a death grip. He’d procured some tweezers from somewhere, Seamus suspected Jordan’s fanny pack, and was holding them millimetres from Aleks’ finger. His tongue peeked out from between his lips. He glanced up from the splinter to Aleks’ face. The other boy had looked away. He had roped James into baking his potato for him and, to keep his mind off the minor surgery Eddie was about to perform, Aleks was keeping an eye on what was going on. He winced as Eddie finally took the tweezers to his hand. Aleks’ face contorted as, with a quick yank, Eddie freed the splinter from Aleks’ skin. The other boy squeaked. He shook his hand and squinted at the pad of his finger. Eddie held the tweezers in front of his face. Aleks could barely see the splinter that had been bothering him.

He opened and closed his hands in a claw-like fashion toward his potato, which James had since proclaimed cooked. Little gasps of breath escaped Aleks’ lips as he peeled back the foil. He closed his eyes and sniffed as smoke wafted out of the browned skin. Eddie had brought his own Tupperware with him and had let his bunkmates choose what toppings to fill them with so that they did not have to keep getting up and going to the table. Aleks delicately sprinkled some cheese inside his potato, which had been pre-cut before it had been wrapped in tinfoil, and licked his lips as it started to melt.

 Seamus pulled his own potato from the fire. Unlike the s’mores, his potato had remained in one piece and he’d actually get to eat it. Eddie nodded toward the toppings. Seamus had kept quiet when prodded to choose what he wanted and so none of the ones Eddie had gathered particularly appealed to him, cheese aside. Seamus was sure that everyone – even vegans and especially lactose intolerant people – loved cheese. But Seamus didn’t want Eddie’s cheese. He didn’t want Eddie’s anything, especially as the boys from the other bunks had snuck glances at them all night. Seamus did not want to give them any more reasons to think that he and Eddie had a thing. So, he took his potato, held in his scream as the hot tin foil made contact with the palm of his hand, and headed toward the table.

“Seamus,” Eddie started before Seamus could get one step away, “where are you going? We’ve got toppings here!”

Seamus looked at the array of toppings – cheese, ham, tuna and crumbled bacon in a baked bean-stained Tupperware pot, which had promptly been dumped out when Eddie thought that it was melting the plastic. It hadn’t and Seamus had wondered how a boy who seemed to know everything did not know what the beans were not hot enough to do so.

“I, uh, want some beans,” Seamus said. It wasn’t exactly true but he didn’t know how to reply.

 As luck would have it, the beans had been demolished. Seamus’ shoulders slumped as he peered inside the empty pot. In fact, almost all of the toppings had been demolished. He knew that Eddie’s Tupperware was still full, if Aleks had not yet licked them clean, but he couldn’t go back. Not now. So Seamus miserably sprinkled about two flakes of cheese into his potato as well as some diced onions and tuna. He frowned down at it and walked back to his campmates, ready to face an onslaught of questions from Eddie when he returned with his sad, sad potato.

 However, Seamus need not to have worried about being the centre of attention. His eyes widened as he approached his fellow bunkmates. Aleks was laid flat out on his back, his shoulders pushed into the ground by James’ hand. The other boy had straddled his bunkmate, knees adjacent to Aleks’ chest and ass planted firmly on his stomach. Aleks’ own baked potato had been crushed into the floor beside them, half-eaten and mostly hidden by the flurry of ants that had descended upon it. James held a clump of the potato high into the air above Aleks’ face. He leered down at his bunkmate as ants crawled all over his hand.

“Eat it,” James thrusted the handful of potato toward the other boy’s face.

“No, I don’t want to eat it!”

“Aleks, you’ve got to eat it. I lovingly made this for you.”

“So? I’m not eating it.”

Aleks turned his head. He closed his eyes as James brought the ant-riddled mush closer to his face.

“But I made it for you! You’ve got to eat it, otherwise it was a waste of my time.”

“I’m not eating it, James. Get off of me!”

Aleks bucked up against the other boy. James barely moved an inch.

 Eddie was perched beside the two. He had pressed his thumb so far into his hand it had changed the colour of the skin around it from tan to white. He looked up as Seamus inched closer. Seamus looked away in disdain when relief flooded the other boy’s face.

“Seamus, help me – James is going to get us in to trouble and he won’t listen!” Eddie’s voice tapered off at the end into a high-pitched whine. Seamus wanted to ignore him entirely and let the other two work it out between them but one of the councillors had looked their way and he did not want to deal with more whining from Eddie should they get reprimanded. So, with a heavy sigh, Seamus kicked at James’ thigh.

“Just kiss and make up already, you two. We don’t have time for domestics, my potato is going cold.”

 It was as though Seamus had thrown an ice-cold bucket of water over the pair. James shot up. He chucked the potato mush onto the ground and shook off the ants that had clung to his hand. Seamus smirked in response to the glare he shot him. Aleks took a little longer to get up, taking a second to adjust his jeans. He looked up and licked his lips at Seamus’ potato. Seamus rolled his eyes at him.

“Want to go halfsies?” The blond asked. Aleks nodded his head but his excitement quickly dispersed when he saw the meagre toppings.

“What’s this janky ‘tato about? What happened to the beans?”

“Shouldn’t have thrown the potato I cooked you on the floor like a baby then, should you?” James interjected before Seamus could reply.

“Well I didn’t mean to; it was an accident!”

“Oh my god,” Seamus groaned around his potato, “it’s like hanging out with an old married couple.”

“We’re not married!” The two boys yelled in unison.

Seamus rolled his eyes. He caught Eddie’s gaze and smirked. Eddie’s lips twitched into a half-smile and shrugged.

[video-select]

So uh, I’m rewriting Abate. Go check it out? 

Summary: "He’s only been in Los Santos for a month and these fucks already found him again. So he doesn’t know the roads or the street names like he did in the previous location. 

Maybe he could’ve learned them quicker if he actually tried, he thinks before he throws himself into a dark, empty alley. One lined with dumpsters and garbage and probably every disease known to man. 

He stands, thinking, not even for a second before pushing himself behind a dumpster and disappearing into the shadows. He can’t help but gag at the smell and the thought of all the possible things that could be stepping in."

(or the one where Aleks is in some trouble and gets help from someone who he thought was dead.)