#i lobe trevor

[bordysbae]

hii could you do prompt “you’re the only one who can calm him down” + trevor zegras? 💞

“just a chirp”

trevor zegras x fem reader

warnings: cursing, slight mention of blood and fighting

word count: 1.3k

you and trevor met at the beginning of freshman year of high school, and you’ve been best friends ever since. you’ve seen him grow not only as a hockey player, but also as a person. you and trevor ground each other immensely, he’s your rock, and you’re his. you never expected that you’d be best friends with a hockey player, especially looking at some of their personalities, but the stars aligned and trevor came into your life at the perfect time.

if you’re being honest, sometimes you feel these weird feelings towards trevor. they aren’t good or bad, they’re more of a ‘hes my best friend why does he look so hot?’ or a ‘why is he looking at her like that? and why do i feel jelaous?’ type of thing. all of your friends and families can see the way you guys look at each other, but it always gets shut down by the both of you immediately. another stars aligning moment was when you both ended up at boston university for college, and that’s where you are right now.

currently, trevor is hanging out in your dorm to ‘study’ but it’s more of you trying to get stuff done and him bothering you. he’s sat on the middle of your bed, with his back against the wall, and you’re against the headboard typing out a paper on your laptop. “come to the game tonight, both of you!” trevor says, as he points between you and your roomate. “i’m only going if y/n goes” anna says, not looking up from her phone. “i guess i’ll go. i have an econ test to study for, but yeah sure why not.” you shrug. “YES! you’re the best!” he says as he picks up his foot and starts wiggling it in front of your face. you quickly slap it away, “your feet stink! get them away from me!” you shriek. trevor laughs, almost rolling off of the bed. “okay that’s it, get out of my dorm! you have to leave for the game soon anyways” you say hopping off of the bed, dragging him with you. he stumbles over to the door and you push him out of the room playfully. “i better see you guys in the student section, or else i’m gonna come here and beat your ass” “yeah you wish, i don’t think julie would be very happy with you if you beat me up.” “don’t bring my mom into this!” you shrug, “whatever i’ll see you later. bye z” “you’re the best! bye short stack, love you!” he says, kissing the top of your head as he turns around cheerfully and walks away, leaving you with flushed cheeks.

“well that was new” anna says, peaking out at you from behind her phone. “i’m so screwed anna!” you cry out as you close the door and dramatically fall onto your bed. “and why is that?” she asks, putting her phone down and walking over to your bed. “because! look at me, im probably a tomato right now!” you say as you lift your head to show her your cheeks. she sits down next to you, and rubs your back. “oh you’ll be fine. i’m telling you-“ “that we’re gonna get married one day, yeah yeah yeah i’ve heard you the first million trillion times. god anna you sound like my mom!” you exclaim, causing anna to laugh. “whatever, i gotta get to class. you better be here when i get back, i’m not about to be late to this game cause you take twenty years to get ready” she chuckles. “oh whatever” you roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your laptop again.

as you guys arrive at the game you get strange looks from a girl who’s holding a ‘zegras i love you’ sign. you don’t understand why until you realize you’re wearing trevor’s hockey sweatshirt. you instantly begin to blush, since you just grabbed the first boston university hoodie you saw, not realizing it was one of trevor’s. you guys stand by the glass watching them warm up a bit, and trevor skates over and starts pointing at your hoodie. you can’t hear him through the glass, but you get the idea of what he’s saying, and it’s definitely something about how you’re wearing his hoodie. you laugh and flip him off, he laughs and skates away. afterwards, you and anna find a spot in student section, and the game begins not too long after.

as you’re watching the game, trevor suddenly gets into a heated fight with someone, and gloves are dropped. trevor’s throwing punches at him, and you audibly gasp. you mindlessly grab onto anna’s arm, causing her to smirk. “oh my god! what the fuck!” you yell out. you then hear anna snicker next to you. you turn your head, and realize you’re tightly gripping onto her forearm. you quickly let go, and your cheeks become red with embarrassment.

trevor is taken off of the ice, still yelling things at the other player. you sigh, unsure of his current state. the other guy definitely got some good punches in, but trevor did as well. suddenly two people wearing employees badges come out into the stands, and they appear to be looking for someone. you curiously watch them, until one of them asks you a question. “by any chance, do you happen to be y/f/n y/l/n?” you look at anna with a confused and concerned look, and then back to the employees. “yes, why?” “trevor won’t stop asking for you, he claims that ‘you’re the only one who can calm him down’ could you come with us?” your mouth falls slightly agape, and you look at anna. “yes go go go! i’ll be fine!” she says, causing you to nod and remove yourself from the student section.

you follow the employees into the locker room, and you’re met with a slightly bloodied up trevor. “what the fuck was that trevor!” you say sternly. “chill out dude! i called you back here to calm me down, not to fucking lecture me! jesus christ!” he rolls his eyes. you sigh, obviously he’s still upset. “you’re right sorry, can i sit?” you ask. he nods and pats the spot next to him. you sit down and rest your head on his shoulder, you guys stay like this for a few minutes without speaking. “are you ready to talk about what happened?” you say softly, breaking the ice. “he was talking shit” trevor sighs. “well yeah that’s what i expected, but what made you so angry that you punched him?” “he was talking about you.” that sentence causing you to lift your head from trevor’s shoulder. your turn your body slightly to face him, and your eyes widen. “he what?” “you heard me y/n. he saw us talking during warmups and he saw you in my hoodie, so he brought you up. he was like ‘your girlfriend is watching, how would she feel if she saw you lose to me? i mean she’s pretty cute, she any good in bed? it’d be a shame if she left you’ a-and at first i wasn’t bothered, b-but when he started asking about how you are in bed.. i just got really upset okay?! honestly i wanted to fucking kill him!” he exclaims, and you quickly hug him. “it’s just a chirp trevor, don’t worry. he’s a dick,” you sigh. “i’m sorry i let you down y/n, i know you hate when i get in fights.” “you didn’t let me down trev, i promise. honestly you could never let me down. and for the record, i’m not going anywhere. sorry but your stuck with me bud” you chuckle, pulling back from the hug. “really?” he says, his eyes soft. “really.”

you guys look at each other for a moment, before trevor starts to lean in. your heart skips a beat, and impulsively you connect your guys’ lips, even if his is a little bloody. he pulls back and wipes the blood from his lip with his thumb. “sorry, forgot there was blood on my lip.” “shut up and kiss me again” you say grabbing his jersey and pulling him back in, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

[rreskk]

FIRST CHRISTMAS

Summary: 8 months into your pregnancy wasn’t easy. You hadn’t of shared a romantic moment with Trevor in months due to ongoing nausea and medical procedures, not to mention his full-time criminality. But before the clocks strike Christmas Day, you gave him an early present to excite him for the future.

TW: Smut

Pairings: Pregnant Female!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1725

It was Christmas eve, the nocturnal hours approaching fast.

The day had been laborious. The baby, with only a month to go, was jarring and labouring hard in your womb. Trying to rest was difficult since your belly was being morphed by every kick and toss. Now you were lying in bed with a hand covering your stomach, waiting for Trevor who walked into the bedroom with a Santa Claus hat and tiring eyes. He must’ve forgot it was there.

“Saint Nicolas.” You snickered quietly.

Bafflement buried his face before realising.  

“Oh, fuck.” Murmured the newly parent who grabbed the white pompon, toying it around his fingers. It slid off his head to reveal the messy, thinning hair, and he playfully threw it at you before climbing over the bed, lying beside you with needy hands that tugged at your hips. The movement was slow since he didn’t want to disturb your comfort after the exhausting day.

“You looked nice with the hat.” You attempted to compliment, knowing the pregnancy was a hard process for Trevor to deal with as all the attention that was once praising him, it detached and focussed on the small baby inside of you. Although it was an accidental pregnancy, Trevor wasn’t against the idea of being a dad, but he was absolutely against the lack of sex and intimacy. It had caused a bit of distance between you both as every time you were about to have sex, the pains would kick in, or you’d feel nauseous. By all means, the last time you had came, it was that night he knocked you up, resulting to this.

The compliment made him twitch a bit, his nostrils flaring and hands growing more fierce on you. He lowered his head to your tummy, his cheek pressing against the skin, his ear preying for any sounds. There were shy kicks every now and then, making him grin.

“We got ourselves a little Devil.” Trevor spoke to your stomach with admiration.

“Mhm.” You softly hummed.

“I wonder if you get it from daddy or… Mommy…” There was hesitation sitting at the tip of his tongue. He had made eye-contact when naming you “mommy”, this small, eager smirk spreading on his face.

You nibbled your bottom lip and shook your head to dismiss his teasing, but he could read you like a book, caressing the naked skin of your hips and letting his lips graze the ear-lobe. His breath penetrated you there. It was a sensitive spot where he’d abuse it to earn sex.

“Trevor,” You grasped the back of his head, “Easy.”

“You’re leaking again…” He huskily whispered.

Looking down, your thin shirt was damp around the nipples, the rushing of milk oozing again. This had be happening for weeks now. The stage of your pregnancy would prepare the production of breast milk for the baby, but you hadn’t of realised how much of it was produced. The amount of shirts you had to wash on a daily basis because it would begin at any time.

You grumbled with annoyance and went to adjust the shirt until Trevor, leaning on his side, snatched your hand and held it.

“Don’t.” Was the only thing he said to you.

At this point, your nipples erected with arousal. It poked out of your shirt, the damp stains spreading throughout the fabric as he carefully nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck.

The man whined.

Your lips sealed when he made needful noises against your skin and jaw. You felt his hands travel up your hips, caressing over the pregnancy bump, approaching your chest area. The closer he got, the more aroused you were getting.

“Trevor.” You managed to choke out, holding your belly for moral support as he’d soon cup your breasts through the thin shirt.

“I want you.” His tongue scraped the surface of your neck.

It wasn’t a surprise; he’s been wanting you for months on end. Something about the festivity of Christmas Eve made the feeling more special. Here you were, lying beside the father of your child who was worshipping the shape of your body like the Bible. This time last year, you couldn’t predict the future, even if you tried.

With an achy breath, you pushed his hands away and pulled out one of your breasts from under the shirt. You held it, giving it a squeeze, the milk dripping from your nipple. You then looked at Trevor, his eyes pure with attraction and desire.

“Go on.” You encouraged. Trevor licked his teeth and strived forward, his whole face indulging in your breast, his mouth inviting your sore nipple in. Once he began sucking, a cry of relief vibrated from his deeper chest. “That’s right…”

The praise made him feel small. He cuddled up against you, sloppily drinking from your breast like a selfish pig. His arms, as long as they were, wrapped around your whole body. You were practically cradling him now, so close that you felt a strain hit your thigh from his crotch area. It was twitching and burning. You felt the radiation of heat and lust.

His legs tangled with yours and he eagerly grinded to gain your attention. Them pathetic eyes met with yours, his mouth still sucking your breast as you saw droplets of milk fall from the corner of his mouth. It was easy to read him. By the dry humping of your thigh, he wanted you to help him feel even more better, like a mother. In which you are now.

“Mph!” You heard him muffle when his trousers were clumsily lowered, revealing the white briefs that jailed his erection from boasting and expanding in size. It looked sore by the bulge of it.

Lovingly, you groped the size of him in the palm of your hand and kissed his forehead when more sweet noises escaped his occupied mouth. Trevor shuffled closer so he was cuddled around you and the baby bump. His crotch area was now accessible and it grew lively, excited for the action ahead. So you whispered to give Trevor the attention he deserves after the past few busy months. “You’re so hard, baby.”

The elastic band of his briefs were dangled around his lower thigh. There was his cock, missing the coverage and warmth, pulsing against your hand as it begged for more human contact; friction, something that’ll burn him sensually.

It was hard to grasp a pace since the feeling of your breast was overstimulating. While you began to rub him raw, Trevor’s teeth beastly clenched around your nipple like he was starving for your milk. He was beginning to breathe heavily too. His eyes were closed, hands holding you, head buried against your chest, cock maddening. It was different from the usual penetration. This was more intimate and close. Nonetheless, you knew of his fantasies about being cared for, and you have done this before, but being pregnant, it made it more realistic, more exciting for him. You couldn’t imagine the ache he must’ve felt through the pregnancy, to see you big and to see how your body functioned for the baby. It would only make sense to give him an early Christmas present since he has been a good boy for the majority of the year.

“Mhm…” He mumbled with pleasure.

“You like that?”

Trevor nodded while maintaining close proximity to your chest.

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Fuck… Yes.” Finally, he spoke, lips quivering around your sore nipple.

Your hands fastened around his cock. “Louder, baby.”

Whinging self-critically, there was hesitance on his behalf when you asked for more. Trevor looked up from your breast with eyes of realisation; realising how submissive he had became over the feeling of being nurtured. Them eyes grasped your smirk and it made him smaller, eagerly sucking like his life depended on it.

“C’mon.” You encouraged.

“Uhuh…” He grumbled lowly.

“C’mon…”

“Sugar, I – “

“How much do you love it, Trevor?”

Trevor groaned and thrusted into your hand with purpose. Though he was not conversating, the sound of his moans were blocked by yourself in his mouth, sucking in the volume to show how much he was enjoying this. But you felt his voice vibrate. His teeth shuddered and his tongue sluggishly licked the course of your nipple with some sort of tainted worship since it was non-stop. It wouldn’t gradually slow down, in fact, he built up the labour of his tongue when you began to toughly handle his cock.

You were rubbing him until the dry skin was over-forecasted with pre-cum and wetness. He was exploding by the minute. Your palm faced the magnitude of his initial thrusts and twitches. It was a whole force to repel, and when you fought against the pace he wanted, blood made him harder and harder and harder.

“Oh, fuckk!” Moaned Trevor in distress.

Affectionally, you kissed the top of his head. “That’s right. Feel good?”

“So fucking…” He released your breast and focussed on the hand around him. Milk layered the tip of his bottom lip while you lured him through the orgasm. “God!”

“Don’t fight it.” Your hand abused his cock monstrously.

Trevor, in prejudice, stuffed his face in the centre of your chest and bellowed when cum came squirting. It came over your bump and the duvet, his white fluids consistently ejaculating. You knew he needed this by the way the tension in his upper body flattened, and how he reacted; moaning and groaning, spitting out your name through the flustered state.

“That’s right…” You praised, rubbing his back.

Trevor hadn’t of had a good enough orgasm in ages, so this was a revolutionary night. And by the time his climax had finished, the small digital clock in the corner of his room proclaimed Christmas day, the midnight striking next morning.

It was silence as you both looked at the clock, dependable on each other’s body warmth.

“Christmas.” He weakly murmured.

You nodded before looking down at your pregnancy stomach. “Our first Christmas.”

Trevor followed your gaze and leaned his cheek back on the bump, smiling up at you as the bumps would greet him. Then, feeling euphoric, he closed his eyes and kept aside, not wanting to be away from the baby.

Your first Christmas as a family. Never felt so close together.

[luvhu9hes]

Everywhere, Everything (Analisa Au!)

ANALISA AUGILARS PROFILE

Basics-

NAME: Analisa Aguilar 

BIRTHDAY: March 7th 2003 '21'

BIRTHPLACE: El Centro, California 

HEIGHT: 5’5

PIERCINGS: 2 lobe piercings, bellybutton piercing, eyebrow piercing

HEALTH: Low Iron

MAJOR: Sports Management, she's always loved sports and has a scholarship for her lacrosse skills

FACECLAIM:  Darianka Sanchez (or others from pinterest)

LOVE INTEREST: Luke Hughes

Fun Facts-

She is the middle child, her older sister Lillia is 24, and her younger brother Silas is 16

Her older sister is her biggest role model, she used to copy everything she would do and it would drive Lillia insane

Her younger brothers friends always had crushes on her growing up (she thought it was sweet, but Silas hated it and threatened to fight his friends if they even looked at her funny)

She lived in California until she was 11

When her family lived in California, they didn't have a lot of money, so she spent a lot of time with the community center youth programs, where she found her love of art and learned how to play lacrosse

Her favorite things are; art, lacrosse, baking, Dominic Fike, her camera, raspberries, rom coms,  and soccer

Loves and I mean LOVES swimming, and the beach

Secretly made out with Mark Estapa in the bathroom at a frat party her first week of college, before her and Luke ever admitted their feelings for each other. The only people who know are Lillia, Ethan, Rosie (Ana's best friend) and Luke (He looked so betrayed when he found out about it)

She met Rosie her freshman year and they've been best friends since.

She met Luke her first day of 8th grade in michigan, they bonded over being nervous, Luke was always nervous because he thought people would realize he wasn't like his brothers and wouldn't like him because of it, and Ana was nervous because it was her first day at her new school.

The minute the Hughes family met her, the immediately fell in love with her.

She became a big part of the Hughes’ lives after they met her, always going to games, and having family dinners together, they were practically her second family 

She was there for Quinn and Jacks draft days (the internet went crazy)

The boys try to keep her out of the spotlight and away from the hate that comes with it, but she still always finds herself blowing up on social media 

She spends every summer at the lake house with the Hughes’ and their friends (they let her invite Rosie and her siblings so she's not alone with a bunch of hockey guys all summer)

Due to her summers at the lake house she's gotten very close with Trevor and Cole (her and Trevor are absolute menaces)

She is a certified party girl she loves how they give her an opportunity to just let loose, they also give her an extra sense of confidence 

Her love languages are physical touch and acts of service, she's never been the best at putting her feeling to words, so she uses the two to show how she feels

Ana loves reading, it's hard for her to sit down long enough to enjoy books sometimes, but when she can it's like heaven.

Considering her camera is one of her favorite things she is CONSTANTLY taking photos on it, she actually has 2, she has a camcorder, and a polaroid camera

She has a box of polaroids in her dorm room that she likes to go through at the end of the year to look back at her memories

Luke introduced her to the UMich hockey team, and they're all besties at this point (things were awkward between her and Mark at first, but they're so close now)

Ana shares a dorm with Rosie, but spends most of her time at the hockey house 

Because of her friendship with Luke, Silas always credits Ana for him getting into hockey

Ana can sleep anywhere, like she could be at a party and fall asleep standing up (Luke has a collection of pictures in his camera roll just of all of the weird places and positions she's fallen asleep)

Ana loves board games/video games, and has forced all of her friends to have game nights every Wednesday (everyone pretends to hate it, but she knows they all love it)

Ana is the most competitive person ever, whether it's from lacrosse or her love of games, she's always been so competitive.

She honestly has a shopping addiction (she'll never admit that though)

She loves coffee and tea, iced in the summer and hot during the winter

She is an avid poster on social media, mainly tiktok and instagram, but she's certainly considered starting a youtube channel a time or two

Ana takes after her sister and if very protective of those around her and can easily stick up for herself

She's a passenger princess, driving scares her if she's being completely honest 

Only gets called Analisa when she's in trouble

She has two instagram accounts @/anamaguilar is her main account that everyone follows, and @/anabannana is her private account with only her friends and family

She's 100% the type of person to just randomly get at tattoo on impulse

Notes:

ahhh okay I'm glad to finally get this out, im not sure what took me so long to put this together, but everything for this series will be found under the tag "Everywhere, Everything Au!" Analisa has some similarities to me but otherwise she is my fictional baby and i have so much love for her, and i hope everyone else will love her as much as i do. I would also like to address that in certain pieces I will be writing about Ana and Lukes past because i just have so many thoughts floating through my head about baby Ana and Luke!

All love - Chaela

[awhorrerstory]

If I hated you

Jill Roberts x f! Reader

Ever since I was 14 I hated Jill. She was amazing, Her hazel eyes that flickered with joy when we’d watch murder documentaries in history class, her cute dimples that showed when Kirby and Trevor talked with her and the way she’d shyly walk around me when we passed each other in the hall.

I used to bully Jill in middle school through high school because of her Tomboy style and her movie nerdiness until she began to date Trevor who tried to fight me multiple times.

And all the reasons I hated her? They were what made me fall for her. I was totally in love with Jill Roberts, I always was. That’s what made me hate her so much, because I was so scared to accept myself and scared about how my family would react…god.

I now just acted like I hated her because I didn’t want to love her. I’m so scared of everything.

Jill and I had a fight today. She was with Trevor smirking and flirting so I hit her books to the floor and she called me a bitch and we started fighting. I told her to fuck off and went to class.

After class I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands Jill wrapped her arms around me with one hand over my mouth; “fucked with me on the wrong day, y/n.” Jill says looking at me in the mirror I elbow her and try to get away but stop when I see the bathroom door was locked. Jill chuckles and throws me back against the sink facing the mirror, those hazel eyes turning a slight shade of brown when she looked into mine through the mirror, “you’re just so jealous…” she says as I feel a cold metal against my neck. “J-Jill…” I whimper out as I see the knife against my throat. “You’re so envious…at first I thought it was because of Sidney or Trevor but now…” I feel her free hand run along my waist towards the front of my jeans and she pulls them down and pushes my clit against the corner of the sink causing me to moan slightly, “I can tell by the way you watch me, constantly checking me out, looking to my lips…you were jealous I was with anyone but you…” I blushed hard as she basically ripped me out of the closet sort to speak.

Jill cut my shirt open right down the middle exposing my light blue bra causing Jill to hum as she kissed my neck, her eyes never leaving mine. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” She asks seductively right next to my ear before she began to suck on the lobe gently. I moan softly as she chuckles and begins to pull down my panties so I can feel the cold sink against my throbbing clit, “Jill~shit-“ I whimper feeling her free hand unclipping my bra and letting it fall into the sink, “did you know my favorite color was blue?” She asks as her hands grasped my breasts and I moan softly, my hips bucking causing me to whimper as my clit is stimulated again. Jill cups my cheek and turns my head to face her, a look on her face I’ve never seen before. “I’ve wanted this for a while too baby…” Jill says as she kisses my neck, grinding against my ass and groping my breasts. Her moans were soft and she pants as she humps me until I cum against the sink. “You’re mine.” She says slapping my tit. “Jill…” I whimper as I come down from my high, my juices dripping down my thighs, “nothing happened…if you tell anyone I’ll use that knife on you.” She says as she pulls away from me, leaving me a panting mess as she casually walks out of the bathroom slipping the knife back into her backpack before she fully exits. I shake my head trying to wake myself up, no way that just fucking happened. I feel my phone buzz startling me slightly and look down to see a text;

5187678903: I hope you like scary movies y/n.

-Who is this?

5187678903: ;)

-Jill?

After a few moments there was no further text. I walk out of the bathroom after I fix myself, groaning as I figure out I’ll have to wear my sweatshirt the rest of the day because of Jill. I realize the door is locked and panic but try it and it casually opens. Weird.

I leave and go to my locker where Kirby was causing me to arch my brow, “hey, y/n right?” I nod, “yeah and you’re Kirby?” She nods and hands me a slip of paper, “my number, we have to work on English project together.” I’m hit with a wave of realization, “oh right! Sorry I’ll text you.” I say smiling at her. “Do you want to sit with me?” Kirby asks sweetly, “sure it will be fun, is Jill okay with it though?” “I’m sure she will, she’s pretty forgiving, but don’t you dare be a bitch to her or I’ll personally kill you.” Kirby says glaring at me. I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. I was becoming nervous about seeing Jill again, especially soo soon after she just made me- “y/n, this is Robbie and Charlie, and of course you’ve met Jill.” I say hi to Charlie and Robbie and then sit next to Jill and Kirby. Jill gives me that signature awkward smile I’ve examined over the years while her hand betrayed the look on her face, resting immediately on my thigh possessively. It wasn’t too hard to hide since the seats were already close together, but I’m sure I looked like a blushing mess. Kirby and I talk about our project while Jill debates with the guys about movies. Kirby and I join in on the conversation and I gush about movies and mention a few of Jill’s favorites so I can see those cute dimples. After a while of us talking I realize that Charlie seems to glare at me after I make Jill laugh or smile. Weird. When we’re done with lunch I go to my locker and prepare for my next class when Jill comes up behind me and slips a note in my back pocket before literally disappearing. A rush of excitement bursts through me as I rush to my next class so I can read Jill’s note.

I know you’re going to Kirby’s after school, we’re coming over too, stay a while

Jill

My heart skips a beat and it’s as if a car was about to hit me, even more so when I get a text from Kirby

K- come over tonight for our project

-I will!

K- Meet me at the door after school

-👍

I put my phone away as class starts and space out.

I meet Kirby who was leaning against the arch above the doors of the school and greet her as we head to her car. I couldn’t help but feel watched but I shrugged it off deciding it was probably just because of the recent murders. Kirby tells me about Jill and Olivia and shared her recent traumatic experience with the mysterious ghost faced killer.

“So you do like horror movies?” Kirby asks me as we get to her place. “Yeah I do, Carrie is my favorite, though I don’t really think it’s scary it’s just got a great plot and everything and she’s just so cool.” Kirby agrees as we walk into her house, “wow your house is really nice.” I say to her causing her to smile, “thanks, my parents aren’t home so we got the place to ourselves, until my friends come later that is.” Kirby says putting her bag down next to the couch, “do you want anything?” She asks as she goes into the kitchen. “Some juice if you have it.” I say as I look around her living room. I notice a picture of my parents, Kirby’s parents and Jill’s parents with us standing in front of them. I hold the photo, deja vu clouding my mind as I remember those nights where we’d play together while our parents talked and laughed in Jill’s living room. When Jill and I were close and I let my feelings for her tear us apart…

Kirby comes back in the room causing me to jump slightly, “sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” She says with a small chuckle as she hands me my juice and looks at what I’m looking at, “remember when we all used to be friends?” Kirby says smiling down softly at the photo, “we used to be so happy…what happened y/n?” Kirby asks me softly. I begin to cry knowing I could tell her, especially since Kirby is bi. “I…I fell in love with Jill.” I say my lip trembling and looking away in shame. “Hey! Don’t be upset about it, it’s just kinda crazy that to hated her for so long when she was always crazy about you.” I nod crying and looking away, “I should’ve just talked to you guys…or at least you, all of us were best friends, I knew I could trust you and everything but I just…my parents were pissed when they found out I was lesbian, I was just scared you’d react the same way or…Jill would.” I say looking away from her. “Hey it’s okay, I’m sure if you talk to Jill it’ll be okay.” Kirby says giving me a reassuring smile. We work on our project until Jill gets here, then Robbie and Charlie. Kirby puts on Halloween and we all watch it together with popcorn and all. Midway through the movie I feel Jill put her arm around me causing me to blush but continue to watch. Jill talks to Robbie and Charlie casually about the way the film is edited while her hand rubs my thigh, under the blanket Kirby had over all of us. I pretend to rest against Jill’s shoulder so I can cover my blush and avoid any suspicious gazes. My plan seems to be working until I feel Jill squeeze my thigh then whispers; “I know you’re awake, they fell asleep.” I look up at her, biting my lip as Jill examines me. “Let’s go to the guest room.” Jill whispers, pulling me to sit up and leads me there. Jill closes the door, locking it behind her before she pushes me on to the bed and grabs my face possessively, pulling me in to our very passionate first kiss. I moan against her lips as her hand goes to my neck and applies pressure to it causing me to whimper against her lips. Jill chuckled as she yanked down my pants to grab my ass in her hands, “you’re all mine y/n.” Jill states against my lips as she kisses me again, this time more hungry and greedy, as if she wanted to taste every inch of my mouth. I push her away slightly, “I want to talk to you.” I say looking for the woman I grew feelings for, “not now…” jill says flipping me onto my front. She pulls down my pants so my ass is out against her front and she rocks my hips a bit so I grind against her.

I go to say something, but when I feel her press her fingers against my clit, my mouth gapes, and a breath escapes my lips. She begins rubbing tight circles into my clit, and my hands move to grab the sheets of the mattress as pleasure pulsates through me, “you’re so fucking wet y/n. This all for me?” I feel two fingers slide inside of me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the sounds that threaten to escape my throat causing Jill to chuckle, “I want to hear your moans baby…” she curls her fingers inside of me and a moan escapes my lips, “good girl.” Jill praises as she slaps my ass. I whimper but push my ass towards her wanting more. Jill kisses my neck as she continues to finger me; “all this time, you said you hated me…who knew I’d have you whimpering under me?” She says rubbing my clit faster.

“Do you want more baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” She asks kissing right under my ear and down my exposed neck. I whimper again but don’t answer. She chuckles darkly; “why are you still being a bitch? I thought we established that you wanted me this whole time.” Jill says as I hear her take off her jeans and before I could say anything I feel that familiar cold metal dragging against my stomach then cutting my bra again, the same for the back my shirt so Jill could push it off, revealing my naked torso to her, “god, did I do this to you baby? Your thighs are shaking.” Jill teases as she rubs around my clit, avoiding where I wanted her touch, “jill~” I feel something big and hard enter me and gasp at my walls stretching around the silicone. “You like this baby?” Jill asks as she roughly fits the dildo inside of me, giving me little time to adjust to the large size. "Fuck you're tight," jill mumbles, grabbing my hip with her hand with the knife, the cold metal sliding against my cunt causing me to shiver "Can barely fit y/n…” Jill mumbles as she rubs my clit with the knife handle, her blood running down the blade down to the handle then down my thighs as she pounds into me from behind, “fuck…so hot…” jill mumbles as she fucks me harder, her hand moving the knife slowly up and down my body and around my sensitive nipples, the pain of the knife puncturing me every few moments only making me more horny, “touch that pretty clit for me y/n.” Jill says dragging the knife gently across my throat. “J-Jill-“ “fucking do it slut.” Jill says harshly as she slaps my ass.

I instantly reach between my thighs and feel just how wet I am before pressing my fingers to my clit, beginning to rub tight circles into it and making me moan. “That’s a good girl…take my cock.” Jill mumbles causing me to whimper and let my legs spread wider for the girl on top of me, “j-Jill! I’m gonna-I’m-“ she stops and pulls out of me causing me to whine. “Not yet baby…” Jill lowers herself between my legs and dives right in, goes for my clit and works on it until I feel like I’m going to cum again, and then she licks inside of me, coiling and flicking her tongue, her hands finding my ass and kneading it roughly, “J-Jill-“ one of my hands goes to her hair to pull her closer, and her eyes flick up to me, hooded and pupils blown wide, her once green eyes turning a dark hazel, the same as in the bathroom. I jerk my hand away on instinct, her eyes flickering with annoyance so I put my hand back into her hair causing Jill to smirk against my clit.

She pulls away for a moment to carve her name into my inner thigh causing me to groan in pain turning pleasure as she licks the blood from my thigh, then returning to eat me out, her nose rubbing against my clit and her hands on my thighs pulling them on to her shoulders so she can thrust her tongue inside me. She continues until I’m about to cum again then pulls away with a pop. “Jill please…I need to cum…” I whine cupping her cheek. Her eyes lock with mine as she laps up the blood from her freshly carved name on my thigh once again then kisses me passionately as she begins to rub her bare cunt against mine, I was so caught up before, not even realizing Jill took her pants and panties off and was just in her black lace bra causing me to blush as I look at her, “Can you take it off?” I ask her between kisses. She nods and begins to take it off and I eagerly help her wanting to see her fully. I rub Jill’s nipples and kiss her passionately as she humps me, skin on skin and rubbing our clits together. Jill’s nails dig in to my waist to keep me close to her, she keeps a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, making my pussy ache for more. “J-Jill…please let me cum…” I whimper hugging her tightly and wrapping my legs around her waist tighter. She kisses me as my legs spasm and I squirt. Jill cums, with a soft sort of gasp and a slow shudder, grinding against me once, twice, three times more, before she stops. “Fuck…” She mumbles as she places her face in the crook of my neck giving me a gentle kiss on my collar bone then resting her head back into the crook of my neck since I was now straddling her. She pushed me onto the bed while placing open mouthed kisses on my face to my lips and we make out. Her lips becoming addicting, her hands resting on my hips “I-Jill-“ She pulls away slightly and looks up at me, “yeah?” I bite my lip as i look at her, “I’m sorry for everything I did…i was just trying to convince myself i didn’t love you…” Jill’s eyes remain the same and she didn’t react causing me to panic, “i-I’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything, we were having a great night and-“

She kisses me cutting me off, “Stop talking.” She says as she pulls me into a passionate kiss again.

When I wake up the next morning I’m in Jill’s arms; she’s holding me against her chest, her chin resting on my head and her arms wrapped around me. I was so happy to be in her arms but there was one thing. I needed to pee.

I slowly moved from Jill’s hold and look for my shirt and panties only to find my shirt destroyed causing me to huff and grab Jill’s. I button it up quickly as i already pulled up my panties. I go to the bathroom and when i come out i see Kirby on the couch smirking at me, “so…Your talk went well?” I blushed hard and look away, “i-i um..” “It did.” Jill says, coming out in my hoodie from yesterday. She approaches me and grabs my hand in hers, “did the boys go home?” Jill asks Kirby. She nods, “ok.” She says pulling me to the bedroom again.

[nerdyvocals]

@look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our watch (their first, my... eighth???) of Julie and the Phantoms the other day (*cough* over a week ago *cough*), and like the previous two times, we had some unhinged things to say about it. This one's a bit shorter as we only had episodes 8 and 9 left, but if you enjoy our dumbassery, rest assured, we'll be watching the Descendants franchise next!

Honorable mention: us spending the first 20 minutes of our call trying to find the first two posts because the blog search engine simply Does Not Work.

Captions: [Whimsical music plays] Me: Whimsical music GAYS, OHHHHHHH

*Flashback of the Hotdog Incident (tm)* Bee: Street meat street meat street meat Me: Are you saying "straight meat"??? Bee: NO!

Ray Molina : *is very engaged with his son's ghost dip theory* Bee: The Bandit Heeler energy on this man

Julie: *outside the Patterson's house* Me: Do you have tissues?? Bee: Uhhh, yeah, next to me? Me: Good Bee: Oh boy

*cue lots of sniffling over Unsaid Emily*

Bee: You can tell their prefrontal lobes stopped developing at 17 Me: Yeah, I guess that happens when you die? Brain stops growing?? Bee: hehehe brain machine broke

Julie: What the heck??? Me: Let Julie say fuck! Bee: Of all the characters, Julie should get to say fuck

Me: Finale time! Any predictions? Bee: Oh god, I don't think I could outdo the pink ladies one, uhhh

Bee then spends the next minute and a half being a prophet (in a sense): 1. Alex is going to get a very dramatic on-screen kiss with Seth Clearwater because otherwise I will be Upset 2. In the same way they become Real-or like. Where people can see them-when they play, they will find a way to be corporeal where they can touch each other 3. I think there should be a dance fight with-oh, fuck, what's his name? Evil ghost man?? With his Ghost Cocaine???

Alex and Willie: *emotional hug* Me: WAIT PAUSE. *zooms in on Alex's hand* I think I have that ring. Bee: Riveting.

The boys: *trying to get the PATD opener gig* Promoter: *freaking out* Assistant: *unbothered* Me: A lesbian and an incel are trapped in an office together. Bee: The incel is going to get eaten. Me: And not in the way he wants!

Julie: *having a cry in the alley* Me: I wonder how much they had to pay to keep that Subway sign in the background.

Julie: *takes dahlia from the street vendor* Bee: Truffula tree lookin-ass flower.

Bee: Also I didn't want to ruin that beautiful moment, but all I could think of was "mom come pick me up I'm scared."

Me: this poor tech guy is Going Through It (tm)

Carrie: Been here before Trevor: *Bombastic side eye* Bee: HA that look said, "Damn, I really forgot to parent this girl"

Nick: *Jamming* Us: GO FEDORA KID!!!

Me @ Trevor: That man is going to pass out

Me, as the Boys are appearing: See, I've always wondered what was going on in the ghost club side of this scene, cause look, their costumes are missing pieces! Alex's shirt is open, Reggie's jacket is just gone! Bee: Oh yeah Me: Like it's probably just a storytelling choice to show they're where they want to be via clothes, 'cause this is more in line with how they dress normally, but it does make me wonder what we're missing. Like is there a fight? Luke: *appearing* Me: See his sleeves got ripped off! How and why? Bee: They did that for us. You, specifically Me: *cackling*

Julie and Luke: *crying, about to hug* Me, noticing that Luke's pants Fit Very Well: Not the most important thing happening here, but uh, dat ass tho

After rewinding the scene a bit because it didn't hit Bee in the moment that They Were Hugging Bee: I was so caught up in the euphoria of a good butt that for a moment, I lived in a world where they weren't ghosts

Julie + Phantoms: We played the Orpheum! Me: Saved by the power of friendship! Bee: And this man's ass!

Me: So yeah, that was Julie and the Phantoms, how ya feeling? Bee: Great! This definitely won't change my brain chemistry forever

Next up, Descendants!

[antaxzantax]

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 51

Summary: Alex Paterson [Alex Wesker] murders James Marcus and associates with Oswell E. Spencer, her biological father.

I

The bullet pierced the skull and embedded itself in the frontal lobe. The barrel of the revolver burned.

The body crashed limp to the ground.

She grabbed a saw from the toolbox and cut off the head. She put the trophy in a vacuum bag.

She dialed an international number on the hacked phone.

“Who's calling?”

“Get me Mr. Spencer. It's urgent.”

“Lord Spencer won't see anyone without an appointment and without first meeting the caller.”

“Tell him I have the virus and James Marcus's head.”

II

She rode in the 4x4 with the virus and the head of James Marcus. A group of individuals in protective suits entered the basement of the ranch. A man with a thick British accent assured her that they would get rid of the body and the lab. The SUV started up. She would travel by private plane to Luxembourg.

III

Spencer examined the severed head of James Marcus with a clinical eye. A clean shot to the forehead had killed him. A single shot had extinguished the sullen Texan.

A single shot.

Spencer went to light a cigar but gave it up for the shocking sight of the head. The damned head with the glassy eyes and the jagged features, eaten away at the edges and yellowed with decay. He'd loathed Marcus in recent years, but cold-blooded murder and mutilation like that... On a par with what he'd done to Trevor.

He asked Patrick to turn his head away, for the putrid smell had congested his nostrils. He blew his nose into his handkerchief. The disturbing thing, however, had not been Marcus's death, but who had killed him: a twenty-eight-year-old woman who claimed to be the biological daughter of Oswell Ernest Spencer.

Alexandra Paterson.

“Hide the sample. It will be our secret,” he ordered Patrick.

IV

The woman who claimed to be his biological daughter had inherited his blond hair, blue eyes and features. He recognised the mother at the mention of her name. The daughter of a millionaire rancher whom he had met at a party in California. The same mother who years before had sent him a letter to charge him for the care of a supposed daughter of his. And there it was: his worst nightmare.

Alex didn't drink tea and her American accent bounced off his ear canal as if he were at a rodeo. American on top. Stereotypically American. Spencer sipped from his teacup.

“And you're from California?”

“Arkansas.”

“Oh, cows and cowgirls.”

Spencer set the cup down carefully and smiled condescendingly at his appearing daughter.

“I worked with Brandon Bailey in Africa. I befriended him so he'd trust me. I gave him the ranch and the lab when Marcus wanted to escape,” Alex said.

“Why did you kill Marcus?”

Alex looked down.

“He attacked me. He suspected me. He pointed the gun at me and wanted to kill me so I wouldn't steal his research. He thought you'd sent me; that I was a spy. He went mad. He hated you.”

“Why did he hate me?”

“Because all you care about is money and politics.”

Spencer laughed.

“He was a good friend... Brilliant at science, but stupid at social relations. Anyway, and you brought me his head as proof of loyalty?”

Alex shrugged.

“I doubted you'd listen to me if I rang the doorbell.”

“And what do you want from me?” Spencer prepared himself a cigar. “Money? Connections? A house on the prairie? A new cowboy hat?”

“I want to be your daughter.”

Spencer smiled.

“Sure, with that accent and manners. My family will welcome you with open arms.”

“I want to work at Umbrella. I want to research that virus.”

“What?”

“I'm a virologist, and you're half physicist, half economist. Who have you hired to translate the reports for you?”

Spencer got serious.

“And you've come to save me, Alexandra. That's very kind of you. But I don't require anyone's services. No one. Let out of my house.”

“Marcus' virus is a variant T-virus untested in humans, only in insects and arthropods. It's capable of inducing exaggerated mutations in a very short time and replicating certain genetic structures.”

“Replicating?”

“Mimic the genetic structure of the host, like cloning. I started working with Marcus in 1983. I know how that virus works, and I know a few things about you and Umbrella. You're just gonna let me walk away?”

Tough as nails and twisted, just like her father.

“Let's make a deal. Suppose I hire you, you work for Umbrella, and I assign you to a lab. Suppose I let you research that virus and many others. Would I end up with a bullet in my head, or would you worship your father?”

“I can't inherit your fortune and your family will hate me, so why would I shoot my only safe conduct?”

Spencer finished his cigar.

“I'll give you one chance.”

One chance.

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 6 • 46 - Roland and Nero

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Nero and Carter stand in the main room of the apartment, Carter moves around boxes as Nero sweeps up broken glass. She told Carter that the vase had broken on accident, in reality, Roland was so miserable that morning that he had swiped the thing off the table. Nero doesn’t blame him, she’d be pretty miserable too if her assaulter’s gift to her was sitting in a frequently visited spot.

“They’re such nice flowers, it’s a shame they have to be thrown away,” Carter remarked.

“They were a gift from… someone…” Nero explains, alluding to Trevor.

“Never mind then.” 

Nero dumps the broken vase and the flowers into a garbage bag and ties it up. Carter looks over to Roland’s bedroom door. “Should I put these things in his room?” He refers to the boxes.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’ll mind if you come in. Fair warning though, there was a mishap yesterday and he ain’t looking too good.”

Carter nods. “Alright.” 

Carter knocks on the door before slowly opening it, he jumps as Roland jolts up in bed; covering himself like a woman caught in the nude. His face is red and scabby, and there’s a thick stitch going across his chin. 

“Did he do this to you?” Carter asks him, Roland shakes his head. “I just had a bad fall on concrete, I’ll be fine.”

“Right, umm,” Carter starts moving in the boxes. 

“You can just put them against the closet, I’ll move them later.” Roland directs.

Carter still worries. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Roland shrugs. “Nero talked to me while I had a bath yesterday. I don’t feel unsafe,” Roland takes the covers off his chest. “I mean, look at me, I could’ve pummeled the guy if my meds weren’t on full blast. I’m just angry and upset.”

Carter looks him in the eyes. “If you ever need someone other than Nero to talk to I’m also here for you.” 

Roland nods. “Thanks.”

Carter finishes moving the boxes, he comes out to Nero staring at the front door. 

“Are you expecting someone?”

“Yeah, Roland’s dad.”

“Funny, Roland has never talked about his dad.”

“He only found out he wasn’t dead last week.” 

“Oh.”

Nero hears someone knock at the door, she rushes over to unlock it. “Hello Mr. Del-gah-doe?” Nero awkwardly greets him. 

Danilo looks stunned. “That’s right, who are you?”

“I’m Nero.”

“Oh, I thought you were a boy, and umm, not a Rewind.”

Nero gives him the benefit of the doubt. “Did Roland not tell you I was a Rewind?”

“He did not.” 

Nero turns around shouting into the apartment. “Roland! You didn’t tell him I was a Rewind?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think it mattered.”

“It really doesn’t,” Danilo assures her.

“It does to most people,” Nero hisses, nonetheless she opens the door letting Danilo in. Nero points to Carter. “This is Carter, by the way, a friend of mine, we’re just moving stuff in for Roland.”

“Is he helping you?” Danilo asks about Roland.

“He had a bad fall on concrete yesterday,” Carter says. 

“Oh, has his boyfriend come over to comfort him? I’d like to meet him soon.”

Both Nero and Carter freeze, Nero suspects they’re thinking the same thing. ‘How do we tell this guy what happened without going into too much detail?’

“They, they had a bad break up, when you talk to him today don’t mention his ex, please,” Nero confesses to him.

Danilo’s face saddens. “I see, sorry about that.” 

“At least he’s doing better today, I heard he did really well in the chopper this morning.”

“Ah, that is good. I heard he already knew how to fly a chopper from his time in the graveyard.”

“Yeah, it was quite scary for me, I was originally going to be an aviation bœuf. You can imagine my shock when my arms and legs already knew what they were doing.”

“Wait… you…?”

“Yeah, I’ve got his old legs, parts of his arms, and little grey matter that connects it all together.”

“How much of him was gone?”

Nero hesitates. “Well there’s me, and then believe it or not, Connor Lassiter has most of his right arm, and then his frontal lobe is somewhere, not like I want to find it.”

“I see.” Danilo looks her in the face. “I noticed you only put makeup on half of your face, why?”

Nero laughs. “Firstly, I don’t think he’s deserving of looking pretty, secondly his skin develops slowly, I think he’s only gotten a pimple once.” She talks about Starkey.

“Hmm, well it’s very nice, I was just wondering if you could help with my daughter’s quinceañera. I’ve already had to put aside money for the food, the venue, and the dress.”

“Oh Lilian, I could try to help with her makeup. I wouldn’t want you paying me though, I’m not sure if I could do both sides properly.” 

Danilo shakes his head. “Then you could help my mother with her hair, I wouldn’t want to force a responsibility onto you. You probably have enough stress as it is.”

“I do, and thanks.” 

Danilo looks over to Roland’s room. “May I see him?”

“Yeah, of course, just knock before going in.”

Roland hears someone knock at the door, he sees his father coming in, and his father gasps at the sight of his face. 

“Oh pobre tiburón! Your face is so red!”

Roland becomes teary-eyed, yesterday morning he wanted to look like this, today he doesn’t want to believe this is what he looks like at all. 

“Oh please don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Danilo sits down beside him. “You’re not taking this well I’m guessing?”

Roland nods. “It hurts, it hurts so bad!” He learns over into his dad’s arms, crying into his shoulder. He then stops, placing his chin on his father’s shoulder. “How’s Lilian doing?”

Roland hears a smile in Danilo’s voice. “That’s what I wanted to tell you about, yesterday I went with her and your mother to pick out a dress for her quinceañera. It’s very pretty, it has a ball gown and ruffled top like a flamenco dress, I think I have a picture of her in it.”

Roland turns around to see the picture, the dress is periwinkle with little silver accents. “She’s very pretty.” He frowns, thinking back to himself.

“Think your face will heal in time, if not I still think we could make you look nice.” 

Roland sniffs. “Thanks, papá.”

Danilo smiles. “You’re very welcome Rolando.”

Roland looks away from his dad, looking out the window.

“Should I leave you alone then?” His father asks.

“Yeah, I’m just done with today.” He confesses.

“Ah, right, I’ll leave you alone then.” As his father leaves Roland goes back to lying down, sighing as his head hits the pillow. He had seen the state of Trevor today, there was staining under his nose from where blood had gushed out, and he was walking funny. Trevor’s roommate had told someone in the group that apparently his testicles had experienced so much blunt-force trauma that they had to cut them off. “Is he getting them replaced?” “Yeah, and he’s going to have to pay for them himself, for some reason he won’t fess up what happened.” Roland looks beside him to Nero, Nero had said something about getting justice. “Good,” Nero says under her breath. Roland gasps, and Nero whips her head at him. “I-I just, wow, I didn’t think you’d…”

“Well, I wanted to teach him a lesson, it’s a shame though that he can get his balls replaced,” She speaks even colder and quieter. “I should’ve kicked him even more.” 

Roland rolls over in his bed, scrolling on his phone, he wonders if Hayden would be up for talking. Nero keeps telling him that everything before his unwinding isn’t his fault, but she wasn’t there to experience it, Hayden was. 

Roland dials up Hayden’s number and waits to see if he’ll answer, it takes a few rings until he hears something. 

“Hey Roland, long time no hear.” 

“Hi…”

“Are you okay?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, you have the stage or rather the radio… Hey, you took my job!” Hayden teases.

Roland laughs, and then his tone drops again. “I, I had a boyfriend, and…”

“A boyfriend! Really? What’s his name?” 

Roland stalls. “It, It doesn’t matter, he, he…  oh god, give me a moment, I can’t do this.” Roland puts his head on the mattress, taking a few sniffs before he tries talking again. “He didn’t respect my boundaries, and he already had a girlfriend our entire relationship.” He cries.

“Oh… jeez… I’m so sorry…”

“It’s just, that night I had a dream with Risa in it, and it made me think how horrible I am. Nero says I have to disassociate myself and that it’s not my fault, but she wasn’t there. I, I just can’t see myself as anything but a monster.”

“Well… Nero is right, you’re Modified, therefore your past actions have become irrelevant. It does seem stupid in a way doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Roland mumbles. “By the way, I listened to your radio that night.”

Hayden sounds embarrassed. “O-oh, what night was that?”

“Saturday night.”

“Oh o-okay, umm I was talking about that new charity right?”

“No, I think it was about your hobbies, I heard that you liked surfing random blogs,” He pauses. “Your voice is really relaxing when you whisper, it put me right to sleep.” He laughs.

Hayden’s voice calms, “Oh, you're a late-night listener?”

“No, I just turned it on to procrastinate sleep.” 

Hayden giggles. “I guess that didn’t work then.”

“Yeah, but I’m happy I didn’t pull an all-nighter.”

There’s a little pause of silence in Roland’s room until Hayden talks again. “You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but when you said your boyfriend didn’t respect your boundaries and how Risa was in your dreams, did he?…”

Roland cuts him off. “We got the same treatment, except Risa and I weren’t dating, and I didn’t put my hand down Risa’s pants.”

“Oh.” Hayden emits something between a gasp and a shiver.

“It’s alright, it was the first day in the cycle of my meds, so I didn’t feel anything.”

“But that’s still so scary.”

“Yeah, but I’m not scared of him, I’m just angry and upset that our relationship ever even happened. I guess the fact that I had finally figured myself out and a boy actually wanted me just got the best of me.”

“Roland, don't blame yourself for being assaulted!”

“I’m not, I just wish I could’ve seen it coming sooner,” Roland then smirks. “But he got what was coming for him, Nero kicked him hard so many times in the nuts that they had to be amputated.”

“HOLY SHIT! Well, I guess no sex for him, unless he's getting them replaced, is he getting them replaced?”

“I think he is.”

“Dang it!”

Roland laughs. “Yeah Nero says she should’ve kicked him harder,” Roland gets off his bed. “I’ve got some things to put away, I’ll be putting you on speaker.”

“Alright, speaking about that, how’s dorm life been treating you?”

“Oh terrible, I got roomed with an Incel, you know what that guy said to me on the night of my assault?”

“What did he say?” 

“Well, first he asked me if I tried to stick my dick in crazy, and then he told me that’s why he likes body pillows, because they don’t talk nonsense, and they don’t say no!”

“EW! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT GUY?!” 

Roland puts clothes away. “I know! Like that’s the last thing I want to hear right now.”

“I hope you gave him a piece of your mind!”

“I tried to, but I didn’t exactly have it in me to do so after the incident.”

“Fair.”

Roland stores more stuff under his bed. “So anything going on with you lately?”

“Well other than the radio, there’s banquets, parties, political debates,” Hayden sighs. “Just a bunch of rich people shit.”

“Well, some of that stuff sounds like it could be fun every once in a while. We’re having a quinceañera for my sister at the end of spring.”

“Oh, nice! You know, for some reason, I thought your sister was older than fifteen, and, Hey wait! You’re Spanish?” Hayden shouts.

Roland wheezes. “Hey, I didn’t know until like a month ago! And yeah, my sister is turning 18 at the end of spring, we’re having a very late quinceañera, my dad says it’s more like a dieciochoañera.”

“I’m going to assume that’s eighteen-year-something…?”

“Yeah,” Roland puts away the last of his stuff. “Would you like to come?” He suggests.

“Oh, no that’s okay, I’ll probably be alienated anyway.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll probably be alienated as well, and it would be nice to see you in person.”

“Hmm, well it’s alright with you I’ll come.”

“Thank you, Hayden!”

[resetmypatientviolence]

The first time I got my ears pierced I was in 4th grade and went to the local mall. It took literally hours as I was scared as hell and the poor girl with the piercing gun didn’t make enough to deal with a hysterical 9/10 year old— but it was done and I swore off needles and anything that resembled pain.

The 2nd time I got pierced it was December 2013 in NYC. I was on a volunteer trip with fellows students from my college and we worked with the Trevor Project for those five days in the big Apple. We were a stones throw from the Stonewall Inn, across from a gay bar (that we couldn’t go to due to the rules of the trip— no alcohol), and were right next to a tattoo parlor.

So, what do a dozen or so 18-21 year olds do when they’re high on staying in NYC, volunteering at The Trevor Project at its peak, and inspired by everything around them? Well, that means getting tattoos and piercings next door— and subsequently forcing the volunteer center to make rules against participants getting tattoos and piercings— to which we all still cherish the memory to this day.

Then I turned 32 and suddenly I said fuck it. Let’s get the shit I want. So, a tattoo in July and my loves finally got pierced for the 2nd time to have my doubles. It didn’t take hours as I was in and out in 15 minutes, I wasn’t traumatized, and the pain was well, pain but so quick— all I can hope that is my lobes heal better than my helix did because I was 21, dumb, and we weren’t able to properly shower for days.

Anyways, just saying— life is so much better in my 30s. Damn shit feels good. Off to book my next tattoo for October, too.

[voidwaren]

VOIDWAREN you are an absolute legend. Once I woke up and saw that you had posted a new chapter I RAN FUCKING RAN TO AO3. THE WAY YOU PORTRAY TREVOR AND WARRENS FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SO HAPPY ITS SO SWEET!! Also damnnn the literally running into Nathan Prescott PRICEEELESSS… I swear Warren said fuck and shit so many times in that scene it made me cackle. Whenever you write the first ever encounters with THE Nathan Prescott and Warren it makes me so happy because they’re always so REALISTICCCC IN THEIR LIL WAY Goddd I love the enemies era smm. And the way you writeee never ceases to amaze me I lobe you so much genuinely you are SO GOOD.

Anyway I was not expecting a chapter to hit in the same month as it came out but glad it fucking did

AWWWE THANK YOU!! that's so sweet of you to come over and say 🥺

DUDE ME EITHER. blame NaNo, I bailed on that bc I ended up getting into fanfic more.

(apologies now for how long it'll take me to update from here on.)

[vinatintasupernovita]

Pete seeing Sam research Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria: Oh! I used to take my family to Freddy Fazbears back in the early 80s. It was such a fun place for the whole family! My daughter loved Bonnie, isn’t that a crazy coincidence

Trevor: um. Pete. Freddy’s across the country got shut down in 1987 because one of the animatronics Bit some kid in the southwest and took his frontal lobe with it

Pete: ����👄👁

Thorfinn: Hah! reminds me of childhood where I watched a ginormous bear rip a man in two for the crime of stealing the beast’s catch of fish.

Flower: I thought bears only ate honey.. i guess and people too. Did i tell you guys I was killed by a bear?

Sam: Not Helping Guys.

the inevitably perfect CBS Ghosts x Fnaf crossover goes a little something like this:

Jay: oh hey babe, you know that weird, nasty old building that’s being refurbished in town? Well they finally finished and now it’s a trendy little pizza place we should go eat there.

Sam: Oh definitely we should go.

One of the ghosts: Bring back leftovers so we can smell them!

-cue cutaway scene to after returning from the pizza place-

Sam, walking through the door, clearly distraught, with/without a slice of covered pizza leftovers for the gag: -Speechless-

A ghost: Sam what’s the matter you look like you’ve seen-

Sam: Why Is There So Many Ghost Children At That Pizza Place.

Shocked group expression, cut to title

[comeonpeters]

inspired by @alexspinkhoodie‘s post about luke’s eyebrow piercing, i give you: sunset curve piercing headcanons 

let’s make these boys a little more punk rock, yeah? 

luke patterson 

eyebrow piercing, left eyebrow, it was his first piercing and it hurt like a motherfucker because it was 1993, it wasn’t legal to get them without a parent’s permission and he did it anyway. he came home with his face pierced and emily screamed at him for three hours straight 

tongue piercing, his parents never found out about it, reggie came over at 1am to bring him ice because luke called him over barely able to talk because he didn’t know how to take care of it. 

both earlobes and second lobe piercings, got the first ones done before he transitioned, but the second ones, he got done when reggie and alex got their first lobe piercings. 

alex mercer

nose ring, right side. got it pierced in ‘94, it was his birthday present from bobby because he had been debating it for months. bobby brought him to the most reputable piercer in the area who would pierce a 16 year old and got him pierced. 

lobe piercings, which he got with reggie and luke, and which he would have invited bobby on the adventure of, if robert trevor wilson wasn’t an incorrigible idiot [find below why]. he likes to match his earrings to his outfit, but he also has a set that he got from luke that he wears more than the others - slate grey faux gauges with a pink detailing. 

bobby wilson 

one lobe pierced, only one, swears it’s not the gay ear, it’s totally the gay ear. he doesn’t actually care how people perceive his sexuality because he’s not sure what sexuality there is to be perceived, but that’s neither here nor there. he likes to wear a dangly spike in it and that’s it; reggie has the matching one. he pierced it himself with luke in the room - only luke, which is important to the story because even reggie would have stopped him from doing that, come on, guys. 

cartilage piercings, he has three in each ear. he loses the balls for them all the time and luke, despite the fact that he also loses the balls for his piercings, makes fun of bobby for it. reggie and alex keep replacements and bobby loves both of them more than words can say - he says so in front of luke and gets a scoff because luke wasn’t included. 

lip piercing, single, left side, got it on a whim and came to practice like that like nobody was gonna ask any questions. luke actually poked at it and bobby screamed. it was great. 

reggie peters 

has the most piercings out of all of them and it disturbs everyone; likes the routine of cleaning piercings. 

snake bites, which he got before bobby got his lip piercing, thank you very much. they were the first piercing he ever got and he liked them so much that he got his next piercing not two months later, even if they hurt. he warned the guys that he was gonna look a little different the next day, but they assumed more hair cut than body modification. not his fault! 

medusa piercing. he got his medusa right after the bites because it was recommended to him while he was at the piercer. the piercer was already all up in his mouth and told him he’d look pretty with it, and it went to his head immediately. when he tells the boys this story, he gets looks for days. luke also poked at reggie’s medusa, but reggie didn’t scream. 

lobe piercings, and second lobe, reggie got both of his done at once, which probably wasn’t an excellent idea, but he’s had worse ideas and they’ve gone great! he and alex and luke hold hands during each other’s piercings and it’s fun and an experience for all three of them and reggie loves it so much. he loves piercings. 

rook piercings, both ears, which, he didn’t even know what a rook was before he walked into the piercer’s, he just wanted to get pierced again (he does this pretty much every time he has the spare cash), and the piercer looks at his ears and asks him if he’d like to get his rooks done. so he gets his rooks done. 

three cartilage piercings, all in his left ear, all gotten on the same day, only about a month before they died. they were still healing on the night of their last show. they don’t hurt anymore. so at least there’s that. 

[smol-opal-2001]

ME AFTER SCREAMING YASS AFTER TREVOR GOT HIS BALLS KICKED

[auspicioustarantula]

s/o to trev and olive for being the BEST and if these two mighty fellas get any more hate a bitch is throwing hands!!!!!!!!!

[abiglizord]

NOOOO FUCK FUCK I CANNOT TAKE THIS NOOO

the big scary vampire man and his tiny doctor wife finally had a happy ending. 🤧

[lichenaday]

Peltigera gowardii

Western waterfan, Trevor’s water fan

I mean, this is a seaweed, right? I would definitely 100% believe this was a seaweed. Who gave P. gowardii the right to just go ahead and look and act like a seaweed? This rare, aquatic, foliose lichen is only found at high elevations in western North America, ranging from Alaska to Washington. It grows attached to rocks in small, cold, slow-moving mountain streams, where it forms ruffly leaves in semi-erect rosettes. It has a jelly-like texture when wet, and is typically olive to gray to black in coloration. P gowardii can be identified by the white, pale veins of fungal hyphae on the lower side of the lobes, and the reddish-brown, bulbous apotheica on the upper side. This odd aquatic lichen doesn’t do well outside of water, and scientists were unable to revive specimens in the lab that had been exposed to extended dry periods. This is a problem as global climate change is shifting its preferred habitat up to higher and higher elevations, and how does a lichen that disperses by sending sexual spores down stream move uphill? Well, it doesn’t. Not easily, anyway. Luckily, lichenologists are out there studying it and advocating for its protection right now! Keep fighting the good fight, fellow lichen lovers. 

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[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Kirby Roussimoff Fact Sheet (Jan 20 2001)

Yes I am open to RPing with my characters. Especially Kirby Roussimoff. Tagging @piratewithvigor @wendigoruble @enigmaticandunstable and @the--blackdahlia (because I think y'all will like this)

From @rphelper 's (NEW AND IMPROVED!) BASIC CHARACTER STATISTICS TEMPLATE

Basic Information

Full Name: Kirby Andrea Roussimoff (Formerly Trevor)

Nickname(s): Kirbs, K, Andi

Age: 31

Date of Birth: Jan 13th 1970

Hometown: Ellerbe, Richmond County, North Carolina, USA

Current Location: Depends on the show, (lives in Ellerbe)

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Irish-Welsh & Scottish-Norwegian)

Nationality: Naturalised American Citizen

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She / Her

Orientation: Biromantic & Demisexual

Religion: Wiccan (Formerly Christian)

Political Affiliation: Apolitical

Occupation: Professional Wrestler

Living Arrangements: Lives on the road mainly, staying in Motels, Hotels. Lives alone when at home (Since '93)

Language(s) Spoken: French, English, Spanish, Welsh, Scottish

Accent: North Carolinian, with a faint Welsh lilt / inflection

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Alison Lohman, Anika Braun, Elle Fanning, Evan Rachel Wood

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue/Aqua

Height: 6'10" / 208 cm

Weight: 250 lbs / 113 kg

Build: lean but athletic, an acrobat's body shape

Tattoos: check out this post

Piercings: double lobe piercings (both sides) triple helix piercings (right ear), double helix piercings (left ear), conch piercing (right ear), flat piercing (right ear), tragus (left ear)

Clothing Style: gothic / geeky / grungy

Usual Expression: straight-faced, stern but helpful

Distinguishing Characteristics: scars on both eyebrows, scar on left side of her top lip, beauty marks beneath left eye and left side of her bottom lip, faint scars on other parts of her body, fairly obvious signs of gigantism (larger hands, jaw, proportions in general)

Health

Physical Ailments: Gigantism / Acromegaly

Neurological Conditions: Anxiety

Allergies: None

Sleeping Habits: Light sleeper, often wakes at the slightest sound, sleeps around 5 - 7 hours a night, goes to sleep early (like as soon as she gets back from a show) and wakes up early (usually around 4-6 am)

Eating Habits: Often skips meals, drinks a lot of coffee, fairly healthy, cooks her own food when she can, protein rich meals

Exercise Habits: Exercises when she can, often 1- 2 hour work outs, mainly focusing on her legs and flexibility

Emotional Stability: in public or on screen - 10, she has to be the strong, straight-faced one often, in private - 5, depends on who she's with, but she isn't the best at staying calm

Sociability: looks like a loner but prefers to be around people, she only needs to be alone to sleep and she hates being alone, she loves to forget how she feels about herself by being around others

Body Temperature: cold-natured, tends not to show much emotion

Addictions: Clean (used to be addicted to Ecstasy)

Drug Use: Currently none, used to use weed, LSD and ecstasy

Alcohol Use: drinks socially

Personality

Label: The Acrobat, The Artist, The Clever, The Cool-Headed, The Cynical, The Emotionless, The Generous, The Ghost, The Guardian, The Heir, The Independent, The Invisible, The Medium, The Observant, The Professional, The Protector, The Respectful, The Shadow

Positive Traits: bright, calm, caring, creative, determined, generous, gentle, hard-working, honest, imaginative, independent, intelligent, kind, polite, powerful, reserved, self-disciplined, thoughtful

Negative Traits: cynical, impatient, jealous, moody, nervous, overcritical, pessimistic, quick-tempered, ruthless, sarcastic, secretive, timid, vulgar

Goals/Desires: 1 - return home, 2 - find love, 3 - have a family, 4 - win the Women's championship belt

Fears: Arachnophobia – Fear of spiders, Atychiphobia – Fear of failure, Autophobia – Fear of being alone, Claustrophobia – Fear of confined spaces, Nosocomephobia – Fear of hospitals

Hobbies: collecting comic books, collecting wrestling and movie memorabilia, photography, scrapbooking, film making, painting, drawing, arcade games, poker, foosball, pinball, acrobatics, gymnastics, skateboarding, surfing, reading, poetry, cooking, baking

Habits: Tendency to mumble, relies on buffer words ('uh', 'um', 'like'), rubs her neck when embarrassed

Favourites

Weather: Mist or fog

Colour: Orange (of any shade)

Music: Deee-Lite, 'Goodnight Elisabeth' from the 'Recovering the Satellites' album by Counting Crows, rock, metal or funk, Counting Crows

Movies: Philip Seymour Hoffman or Chris Farley, Winona Ryder or Sarah Michelle Gellar, the Princess Bride, Horror or Comedy

Sport: Wrestling

Beverage: Espresso Martini or coffee (w/ 2 brown sugars)

Food: "I don't have one." or macarons or crème brûlée

Animal: Frogs

Family

Father: Biological Dad: Eric Liam Huw Trevor (Deceased) Adoptive Father: André René Roussimoff (Deceased)

Mother: Biological Mother: Heaven Trevor (Neé Taggart) (Deceased)

Sibling(s): Surrogate Brother: Paul Wight / Big Show

Children: None (Currently)

Pet(s): None

Family’s Financial Status: Rich, very rich

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn