#maybe i should go for ryan next. maybe i should watch more of the others (<- never watched ryan and have only watched one video of all

[colorblindmess]

liveblogging my sneve watching adventures to a friend and. im a total of 1 minute into this video and sneve has already called himself a masochist. i fucking love it here why have i not watched this guy sooner whyu did i only stick to sean, kiply, and shadow

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

The First Meeting

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spencer reid x famous!reader Universe

word count: 4.1 k

warnings: stalking, murder, character asking to die (if I missed something please let me know)

Today was supposed to be an easy day for the BAU. It was a paperwork day, no case, no one dying on their watch.

These were some of Spencer's favourite days, don’t get him wrong he loves being in the field and profiling killers, and when they arrest an unsub, that’s the best feeling.

But having days every now and again where they don’t have to travel and Spencer can read and reflect on their previous case, he greatly enjoys it. And he can’t say he’s the only one, but he can say he’s the only one that uses paperwork days to do paperwork.

Penelope walks in the glass doors humming a tune, foreign to Spencer.

“You got that James Dean day dream, hmm hm mhmmm, I got that red lip classic” 

“What’s got you so happy, babygirl?” Derek says, from across Spencer.

“Um, because The Met Gala is tonight! Biggest night in Fashion! And no case means I can watch it.”

“Oh, I must have forgot to put it on my calendar.” Derek, sarcastically remarks while getting up and out of his chair on his way to refill his coffee cup. All the while JJ comes rushing the bullpen, giving the rest of her co-workers a sympathetic face.

“Just when I thought, we would have an easy day.” Emily mumbles getting out her desk chair and walking away with JJ.

“Wally Melman, a music producer in New York, was killed two weeks ago, and Natali Ryan , a singer and songwriter, was killed 4 days ago also in New York.” JJ says while the screen behind her shows pictures of the crime scene.

“The police said they found pictures with the victim's face with ‘You’re Next’ written in red marker across their face. Suspected to have gotten in the mail.”

“And why have they called us now?” Derek says, clearing knowing there was more JJ was going to say but wanting her to get to it quicker. 

“Yesturday, another singer/songwriter, by the name of Y/n L/n-” 

“Oh. My God!” Penny interrupts JJ, having come in to tell the team an update she had gotten from the NYPD. “uh- sorry, I’m sorry.. Um, the NYPD wants a couple of us to go straight to the crime scene once we land, and that the next vic- uh Y/n L/n I suppose- is at the station waiting.” Penny says, turning and leaving after finishing her sentence. 

“Okay everyone, wheels up in 30. JJ can fill us in on the jet.”

When the team arrived in New York, Hotch sent Rossi and Emily to the recent crime scene, and JJ to talk to the media, while himself, Spencer, and Derek went to the station.

When the three got to the station they were shown the note Y/n had gotten from the unsub, different to the others, hers having ‘You Owe Me’ written across her face instead. The team walked into the room they were told Y/n would be in.

Spencer knew she would be pretty, everyone in Hollywood was gorgeous that’s how it worked, but this girl was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, even with her bleached hair that he could assume was a split second decision.

She sat on a chair next to one of the officers' desks, as if she was like everyone else and not a world-wide popstar. Y/n and her manager Joe look up, hearing footsteps walk into the room. She stood up to shake Hotch’s hand. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you and thank you so much.” “Of course” 

She goes to shake Derek hand, saying a greeting similar to the one she gave Hotch, then she comes face to face with Spencer, or possibly- not definitely the most beautiful man she has ever seen, sticking out her hand she says, “Hi, nice to meet you..”

“Dr. Spencer Reid- or just Spencer, you don’t have to call me doctor.” “Nice to meet you Spencer.” Y/n stays looking at Spencer maybe a second longer than she should have. It’s just so hard to look away from a man that beautiful. When Y/n does finally look away, she takes a seat and they begin their questioning. 

“How well do you know Natalie Ryan?”

“Uh, we talked when we were at the same events and were always friendly, but we weren’t friends.”

“How about Wally Melman?”

“What?” 

“Wally Melman, he was a producer who was killed a couple months ago.” Spencer jumps in, making Y/n turn to address him, while she asks her next statement .

“The paper said that it was a robbery.” “The paper was wrong.” Derek responded quickly.

“Did you know him?” Hotch asks, wanting to get back to the questions he has for Y/n.

“I wanted to work with him on my last album, but he started working with..” Y/n cut herself off.

“Who?” Spencer asks concernedly, seeing the scared look on Y/n's face.

“Natalie Ryan, and they beat Y/n for song of the year” Joe says while Y/n is setting her face to rest in her hands, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Do you ever have the feeling that someone is following you, or watching you?” Derek asks.

“Only every second I spend outside my house. I have fans, and paparazzi following me everywhere. It’s part of the job.” 

“Do you ever get repetitive phone calls, hang ups, or gifts sent anonymously?” Spencer asks.

“I receive flowers, Lilies, my favourite. The seventh of each month they get sent to each of my homes, they just show up on the doorstep. Never a note, nothing.” 

After a few more of their questions it just becomes too much, knowing that these people are being killed because of her or ‘for’ her and Y/n gets up and leaves the room. Not being able to actually leave given the cameras outside, she doesn’t get too far. And Spencer is right behind her.

“Y/n wait!”

“Can you explain what the hell is going on?”

“Well, it’s still rather speculative, but it appears there’s a delusional assassin who’s killing people to help further your career. It probably started as a stalker. An erotomaniac stalker. There’s a psychopathology of the evolution of these types of stalkers and the fact that he’s contacting you indicates that he believes you owe him something. This model frequently concludes itself with one of two possibilities, either the stalker will kill himself or he’ll kill the object of his affection.”

If Spencer wasn’t talking about the possibility of Y/n’s untimely death, she would have had more time to find Spencer’s rambling and seemingly never ending knowledge hot.

Y/n had gotten home from her time at the station, hoping to be able to relax as she has the Met tomorrow night. But when she had gotten to her front door the yellow notepad paper taped onto it caught her eye.

After reading the note she called the station immediately. The BAU had arrived looking over the note, Y/n was in the room but not listening, she onlys snaps back into listening to the conversations when she hears Spencer. 

“In English?” one of the officers asks.

“That is English actually.” Y/n smiles at that, while Spencer continues, getting cut off by Derek not too far into his explanation. Y/n finally speaks up, after the team starts talking about how she should continue, as if she isn’t there.

“I’m standing right here guys..”

“If we did remove you from the street, you couldn’t stay here, we would have to take you to an undisclosed location.”

“I have a fitting here in 30 mins, and the Met tonight, then I’m all yours. Look, I don't want to be afraid of this lunatic.”

"We can clear all but essential personnel, and up your security.”

“Derek and Spencer will stay here with you.”

“Okay.”

The team getting Y/n ready for the Met have set up, Y/n just finished getting hair and makeup done in just her underwear and a robe. Spencer walks up to Y/n while she’s opening a greenhouse ginger shot to drink.

“I’m sorry if I was insensitive earlier.” Spencer says, referring to when he followed her outside of the questioning room and told her there was a possibility this stalker/assassin guy will kill her, just a tad insensitive.

But nonetheless Y/n responds with, “It’s fine, you were just doing your job, right?” “Yeah.” Y/n takes her ginger shot with a look of remorse on her face. She reaches for the soda in Spencer’s hand, to wash it down. 

“You don’t mind sharing with me do you?”  Spencer quickly shakes his head mumbling a quick ‘no’ while Y/n’s team calls her to get into the dress, Y/n takes off the robe she was wearing, causing Spencer’s eyes to widen, then throwing the robe over a nearby chair. Now standing in just her underwear she smiles at Spencer before walking over to the team helping her get into the dress.

Leaving Spencer to watch her as she subtly sways her hips slightly more than usual when she walks. Spencer takes a sip of the soda Y/n had handed back after taking a sip, Derek coming over to tease Spencer about the scene he just watched.

“You don’t mind sharing with me, do you?” “Shut up.” Spencer says as he walks away. “Go get ‘em, lover.”

Y/n didn’t get to stay at the Met nearly as long as she wished. With double the security and Spencer there with her, she knew she wouldn’t have the night she was hoping for, but maybe something close.

But as she danced with Tom Hiddleston, Spencer got the call to take her to the safe house. Spencer didn’t really want to interrupt Y/n dancing on who he assumes is  another famous person, but he had to, for her safety. 

“Um- Y- Y/n we have to go.” Spencer says while struggling to gain her attention.

“Really?” “Yeah..” “Okay” she sighs, turning to Tom, mumbling an apology and some fake excuse.

They got to Y/n's home. Spencer rambling about safety measures Y/n should take. “You should also probably change all your phone numbers.” “I’m unlisted.” “Anytime you call an 800 number or an 888 number your phone number’s put into a data bank that’s then sold to telemarketers. If someone gets your cell phone number they can go online and research all your records.”

Y/n looks at Spencer expecting him to continue, but when he doesn’t she assumes he’s done, and gets up to walk into her kitchen, saying as she gets up, “You’re very cute when you ramble.” Causing Spencer to freeze but when she turns the corner out of his sight he rushes to keep up with her.

“You should also probably carry a piece of paper and a pen with you wherever you go in case you see any suspicious licence plates that often reappear.” Spence trails of looking closely at a collage hung up on Y/n’s wall 

“It’s a photographic collage. I like how obscure it is.”

“You should also get a dog. Like a guard dog of some sort.” Spencer says, staring intently at the collage but not acknowledging what Y/n said about it. 

“I don’t think so, I'm a cat person. Dogs are not for me… Earl grey good?”

“Wha- what?”

“Tea, do you want some tea?”

“Uh yes, yes sure.”

“Okay” Y/n says smiling at his nervousness.

Y/n walks into the living room, in her swimsuit with a robe overtop, coming to stand next to Spencer while he stares intently at the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. 

“Are you feeling anything?” “There is something definitely appealing about it.” “That’s a start” Y/n says while chuckling.

Turning on her heels towards the back door to the pool. This catches Spencer’s actions wondering what she's doing, he asks, “What are you doing?” “Going for a swim.” Y/n responds nonchalantly. “What? No, Y/N!” Spencer yells following her, but before he can reach her she dives into the pool.

Swimming up to the surface and wiping her face with her hands. She looks so gorgeous, she looks like a movie star, which is not far off. But Spencer really shouldn’t be thinking about how beautiful she is when he’s job is to keep her safe, and her being out here is not safe.

“Y/n, you cannot do this.” “Just a few minutes?” She ‘asks’ while giving Spencer puppy dog eyes. “Go get a suite in the house.” “What? No, I’m not going to grab a suit. Are you kidding me? No.” Spencer says in that high pitched tone he does, she’s only heard it once before, but she can’t help but find it so cute.

“Join me.” “No, I’m going to join you.” “Why not?” “You’re being pursued by a psychotic killer who shoots people in the head!” “I’m not going to stop living my life because of him.” Y/n turns to float in the water. “Y/n, I’m begging you. Will you please get out of the pool?”

“Come on, Spence, you should live a little.” “Live a little? I’ve not known you for 24 hours, I feel like I’ve already aged 10 years.” “Ugh, I can’t be that bad.” “Yes, you are that bad.” Y/n turns off of her back and starts to swim to the edge of the pool Spencer is standing at. 

“Fine, but can you help me out at least?” She says putting on an innocent face as if she really did want help out of the pool. When Spencer leans down to grab her hand to help her up, Y/n pulls him into the pool causing a big splash following after Spencer falls in. 

Which then causes a laugh to come from Y/n as Spencer rises to the water's surface. 

“Yes, very funny. Laugh it up, Y/n. Hilarious. My gun’s wet. That’s just great” Spencer swims to the edge to get his gun out of the water, Y/n swimming behind him, still chuckling. 

“My clothes.” “I told you to grab a suit.” 

While Spencer looks down at his wet chest, Y/n’s hand comes to rest on his peck, causing Spencer to look up at Y/n. When he looks at her, she is already looking in his eyes, her eyes asking the question ‘do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?’ the answer being ‘yes’ as Spencer starts to lean in. Not knowing what he’s doing, leaning in to kiss Y/n L/n global superstar? Who does he think he is, thinking she would want to kiss him? But contrary to Spencer's beliefs, Y/N leans in too, pulling his body closer to hers faster by his tie. As their lips collide, it feels as if the world slows down. For the first time in a long time Y/n feels normal, regular, ordinary, in the best possible way. She feels in the way Spencer's lips are moving against hers that he doesn’t want her for her fame, or looks, but for her. Just her. But then Spencer pulls away. It had only been a couple seconds, how could a kiss that short hold that much emotion? Spencer’s words stop her from thinking too much. 

“This is completely inappropriate.” “Spence..” Y/n looks into Spencer's eyes only looking away when she closes them and pulls him into another kiss, by his tie. This kiss, still sweet and emotion filled, yet rougher, as if they had gotten that much more comfortable now versus 15 seconds ago. Their lips move together roughly, Y/n tongue brushing Spencer’s lips looking for access, which causes Spencer to move his lips back from Y/n’s again. “No, there’s this thing called transference.” Spencer says, all the while Y/n is trying to recover from the best kiss of her life, and Spencer has no idea. “Do you not like me?” “What?” Spencer says quickly like him not liking her, and is just the most insane idea in the world, and truthfully that’s not far off. “Was that kiss not good?” “No- no it was very good.” “Because I like you.” “I like you too. It’s just I’m a federal agent. You know. And I’m supposed to protect you.” “Then you should keep me close.” Y/n mumbles moving her lips to Spencers again. Spencer pulls back to start talking again, as Y/N’s kisses move to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin every so often, the first nibble causing Spencer to let out a surprised noise that quickly turns into a moan. “I’m just, hmm.. I’m a little worried, you know? We’re in a pool.” “Are we?” “And it’s uh.. We’re pretty much exposed.” Y/n moves to give Spencer's lips a quick peck, before responding to his concerns. “We have cops. We have cops posted out front.” Y/n cuts herself off to kiss Spencer again, “There are coyotes out back.” Y/n pauses looking at Spencer’s lips, while licking her own, then shooting her eyes up to Spencer’s “And then it’s just you and me.” Y/n moves her lips to be hovering over Spencer’s their noses rubbing against each other, it feels much more intimate than just kissing him, breathing in the after shave and cologne mixed with chlorine soaked into his skin is a smell Y/n would never get sick of, no matter how much she hated the smell of chlorine. She moves her lips back to the spot she found on his neck that makes him the most reactive. “Stop- I have to tell you something.” “What?” “I didn’t want to tell you this before, because I was a little bit worried… I didn’t know how to say it, but I can’t not tell you.” “Spence, just tell me. What is it?” “Your manager, Joe… Hotch went to check on him, but he got there too late.” Y/n looks into Spencer’s eyes any ounce of a look that would tell her he wasn’t serious. Because Joe couldn’t be dead. Not because of her, Joe was like family, no matter how weird he was. Joe was always there. Y/n turns away not being able to look at Spencer, “How could you-” She turns back to him, looking Spencer in the eyes as she aks, “How could you not tell me?” “I was afraid you’d be upset.” “You knew? How could you know and not tell me?” “Y/n, I’m so sorry” Y/n moves towards the edge of the pool to pull herself out, Spencer trying to help her. “Don’t- Don’ touch me! Please, don’t touch me!” Y/n gets out walking back into the house with a towel around herself, leaving Spencer in the pool.

Spencer walks into Y/n’s living room, seeing her sitting on her couch crying, he wants to comfort her. Just don't know how. “Y/n?...Are you still… Are you okay?” “Joe was like family.” Hearing Y/n cry hurts Spencer more than he thought possible from a girl he met not even 24 hours ago. “It’s just so hard to trust people in this industry, you don’t know who to believe.Everybody wants something from you. And I felt- I thought you were different.” “I know I should have told you.” “I told him not to.” Rossi cuts in having heard most of the conversation from behind Spencer. “He was only following my orders.” Rossi pats Spencer's shoulder while leaving the room. “The last time I could really trust people was when I moved to Nashville.” Y/n says, all the while Spencer is decoding the picture collage on Y/n’s wall. “Nashville, you said you lived you Houston street? And you were on KZ fm in high school?..” “Yeah..?” When Y/n sees the way Spencer is intensely staring at the collage she also gets up, to stand next to him. “I need to take this thing about.” Spencer says while not looking away. “What?” “I’ll put it back. I think I see images of you. Guys!”

Y/n stands to the side with Derek while Spencer and Emily are putting the pieces together. “Y/n, it looks like someone has been stalking you for years.”

“Yeah, this tells your whole life story. Awards, Billboard charts, Albums.” 

“Everything since moving to Nashville.”

“Who gave you this collage?” Derek asked, leaning over the island counter. “Um- he did” Y/N says pointing at a picture on the collage. “Who is he?” “Uh- Parker Dunley, I don’t really know him, he just owns a gallery I go to sometimes.” 

Spencer gets off the phone quickly turning to Y/N. “Y/N, do you someone by the name of Veronica Hartley?” “Roni? Yeah, of course I know her. I’ve known her for years. She’s one of my assistants.” Their conversation gets cut off by Y/n’s phone ringing. “What is it?” Spencer asks, seeing the way her eyes widened when she read the caller ID.

“That’s her calling now.” 

“Is she calling from her cell phone?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Y/n, we think Roni’s the stalker.” 

“No- No way.” 

“Answer the phone. Act completely natural, the longer you keep her on the line the more likely we’ll be able to trace the call.. Trust me.” Spencer walks away to call the team, while Y/n answers Roni’s call.

“Hello?…Roni?...” Spencer turns to Y/N and gives her a signal to keep talking.

“Rons?... You’re tired?......I saw you today?.... I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I remember.. Roni, that was just one weekend…”

“Y/n” Spencer whisper yells, after getting off the phone with Penny, finding out Roni’s calling inside the house.

“How did she get inside?”

“She has keys.”

Spencer starts searching the house Y/n walking behind him. When they get up to a guest bedroom, Y/n feels the barrel of a gun being pressed to her skull, Spencer quickly turns around. 

“Put down the gun.” Roni demands. “Roni..” Spencer says while lowering his gun. “Don’t call me ‘Roni” you don’t know me! Come on, Y/n, let’s go. We have to go, baby. Come on.” Y/n looks in Spencer’s eyes begging him to do something. “Roni, don’t hurt her. You don’t need to hurt her.” “You don’t know anything. I would never hurt her. I created her" "No you didn’t.” “Yes, I did you stupid, ungrateful, little bitch.. I can’t believe I ever loved you.” “Roni, she.. She loves me now.” Roni moves her gun from pointing it at Y/n’s head to pointing it at Spencer. “She told me so. When we were in the pool. She kissed me. Now she loves me okay?” “No.” “Tell her we kissed in the pool.” “No!’ Roni yells this time switching from pointing her gun from Spencer to Y/n. Y/n looks at Spencer hopefully to tell her the next move, when he nods his head at her she says, “Yes, we kissed.” Roni then pushes Y/n, and Spencer tackles Roni to the ground, grabbing her gun, and pointing it at her. “Kill me! Please. Kill me! I’ll be so much happier!” But Spencer shakes his head, lowering the gun as he says, “No, we’re going to get you some help.” 

Y/n is standing in the station talking to her publicist, while news vans are lined up outside.

“I don’t want any media.” “Come on, Y/n” “No. No media.” “Okay, no media. Let me deal with these guys then.”

After Y/n’s publicist leaves, Spencer walks up to Y/n. “I wish we didn’t meet under these circumstances. More normal maybe.” “Y/n, believe me, no matter how we met, I’m glad we did.” Y/n feels her whole body, warm at that, she turns her head, knowing Spencer can see the blush on her face. They’re interrupted when Derek yells for Spencer. “Hey, Reid. Come on, we got to move.” “Well, um- here, take this.” Y/n passes Spencer a receipt she had written her new number on. “Would you- if it’s okay with you, give me a call.” “Yeah, I would love to.” Rossi comes walking over. “I hate to intrude, kid, but we’re waiting.” “Yeah- yeah a second.” “So- call me, I’ll be waiting.” Y/n turns to walk away, but Spencer puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Y/n turns towards Spencer, he puts his hand on her check, Y/n leaning into his palm, turning her head slightly to press a small kiss into his palm, before walking away. 

[shaunashipman]

I'm a new 9-1-1 viewer (binge watched the first 6 seasons like two weeks before the new one came out and been watching season 7 as it comes out) and I'm so glad I found your blog because it annoys me how most of the conversation around the show is always about b*ddie and I really needed to find people who weren't b*ddie shippers. Like, I get why people ship it even if I don't particularly see it or agree with it but they're always trying to prove how this plot point or the other points at them becoming canon next episode and it's so annoying? Especially now that Tommy is in the picture because I think he's such a great LI for Buck and has so much endgame potential but they're all talking about him being a "stepping stone" for their ship and completely ignoring how this is a chance for him to be in a loving, stable relationship in the long run, something he absolutely deserves.

Honestly sometimes I feel like b*ddie shippers don't even care or like Eddie and Buck, they just want them to kiss onscreen and ignore their well written arcs just because they don't end up in them being canon (which honestly after seven seasons of the same clownery they should have learnt by now that maybe it's just not happening and that's okay! they're well thought out, fully fleshed characters that don't need to be involved romantically to have a satisfying storyline!)

welcome to the fandom, and my blog 👋👋👋

it is unfortunate that the show has so many great characters and dynamics that get consistently drowned out by a single fanon ship. i get it if you're just here for b*ddie, but to make a big fuss over losing a single scene in another couple's big episode? when you still got something? sometimes you need a reality check that the show is actually about other people too

fandom is not about hunting for hints that your ship is going canon. like, i have never seen a fandom that seems to spend more time "proving" their ship is gonna go canon than actually, you know, doing fandom stuff. (i was not in spn/destiel, idk what nonsense went on there) we're supposed to ignore what the TPTB say while we play with our dolls because it doesn't matter, not ignore what they say because clearly they're lying and misdirecting and building up to do what they have have said, as explicitly as they can in tv world, won't be happening. this obsession with "going canon" is, frankly, weird in fandom.

my blood pressure goes up when i read the phrase "stepping stone". even if bucktommy doesn't last, they will never have been a stepping stone. one, because it is a relationship, and relationships can't be stepping stones, that is such a cynical way to look at things and really makes me wonder about some of these people's real life relationships (yeah i know it's fiction, but y'all take it too far in your vitriol for it not to be invading your personal lives) and two, because b*ddie is not happening, so it can't be a stepping stone to it.

they have done everything they can except saying "b*ddie isn't happening" because in tvland ambiguity is your best friend. but ryan calling eddie heterosexual twice is not ambiguous. and i've already said, but ignoring what ryan has said about the coming out scene because it doesn't fit your headcanon is extremely disrespectful. it is fiction, but it is fiction made by people drawing from real life experiences and y'all are shitting on that

and tommy does have such potential!! they like to shit on us for saying that, "oh he's only been there for 4 eps, we don't even know anything about him", and, ignoring that we actually do know some stuff about tommy, more than we've gotten for other LI's, that's why we say potential. we are looking at possible future storylines and seeing how tommy could fit. we are looking at what was lacking in prev LI's (not in a deficient way, just in a compatibility way) and seeing how tommy can fill the spaces they couldn't.

we're basing our theories of him at least sticking around for a bit, not on wardrobe hints and coded gazes and what actors post on their socials, but by what we've seen on-screen, what has been said in interviews in black&white no hidden meaning, and by simple knowledge of story pacing.

and we could be completely wrong. that's part of it being a theory; the acknowledgement that it is not guaranteed . once you start insisting something is 100% going to happen, it's no longer a theory

wow this got long 🫣 sorry for making you read all that, if you're still here lmao. but conciseness is not my strong suit, so enjoy my babbling if you stick around, and feel free to drop in my inbox anytime

[jacobsbigmelons]

Inspired by your username... Can I request one where Jacob's bf is obsessed with his pecs and like playing with them, maybe a first time blowjob too?

you don’t understand how much i love this

i am trying so hard not to self insert myself here because i’m a whole tiddy guy for men ESPECIALLY JACOBMYGODILLDOANYTHINGJUSTFORASQUEEZE

“They are pecs, not ‘tiddies’.”

Jacob Custos x male reader

nsfw, pec play, blowjobs, slightly public, muscle worship

“Anyone see Jacob? Y/N? They’ve just kinda been missing ever since we finished packing” Abi said, the sun beaming off of her colored hair. “Y/N always goes off on his own little trips, but Jacob? He probably got himself lost and trapped in a ditch somewhere knowing him” Kaitlyn spoke, her arms crossed over one another. “Or maybe they’re grabbing some last minute things?” Ryan shrugged as his suggestion floated in the air for a little bit “i think last minute was around 15 minutes ago, y’know…when the packing finished up?” “Touché” Ryan nodded.

“Hey don’t splash me!” Jacob complained as the cold water hit his body “Youre already wet stop being a baby!” You hollered before giving him another splash of lake water, which he returned just as quick. “Babe babe babe babe…babe! Watch this.” Jacob said as he swam towards the doc and pulled himself up as he wrapped his leg around the dock piling like a stripper pole, and began to rub his body from top to bottom before looking directly back to you. “You should be the next AdamandEve spokesperson” you yelled out, Jacob kept the pose, though with a confused look. “what’s that?” he said as he now wrapped his hand around the piling.

“Uh- website where you buy…y’know, stuff for late night bedroom stuff.” You said quieter as you also pulled yourself up onto the dock as you admired your boyfriends beautifully structured body. “I mean I could try but I don’t think they’d let me if it’s about sex and shit” Jacob said as he finally unraveled himself from the pole “and whys that? you got the body and you clearly know your way around a pole” You said as you pointed to him and the pole “Uh- Well i”m sure it wouldn’t matter but I uh…i’ve never been led to the bedroom, let’s say that.”

Jacobs statement drew a blank to you, you merely blinked at him for a few seconds before speaking “You never had sex?! Have you…ever had anything explicit with another person?” You we’re gonna speak more before Jacob intersected by putting his hand in front of him as a way to stop you from speaking. “Hey hey hey! I- I have actually thank you very much.” His tone trying not to waver nervously “mmmhm…lay with me” you demand with a small pat on the dock to let Jacob know to lay down as you shifted your body so your legs weren’t dangling off but instead laid on top of the dock.

Jacob walked the very few steps it took to get next to you as he crouched down before laying down fully, he put his arm behind his head as a way to support it. You moved in close to his chest as you rubbed your hand around his pecs and abs, the dripping water adding some shine to his physique. “Not saying i’m total eye candy but your more than welcome to admire” Jacob rubbed his other hand in-between your thighs.

“Yeah sure meathead” you teased as you sat up and straddled his lap as you looked down at him, his body definitely what Jacob labeled as ‘eye candy.’ You wrapped your hands on the sides of his chest before rubbing along it while playfully caressing the soft tissue in your hands. “You really like playing with my pecs huh?” Jacob stated, clearly not going to do anything to stop it though. “You got some hot tiddies what can I say.” You smiled before rubbing his chest again, Jacobs face now looking slightly offended.

“They are pecs…not tiddies, if you’re gonna play with ‘em at least show them some respect by calling them by what they’re called.” Jacob explained, of course he would get defensive over a muscle group. The hunk only knew brawn’s after all. “I’m so sorry your dear pectoral muscles got offended” you leaned down as you began to kiss your boyfriend, his underwear clearly not hiding how we was feeling anymore with the quite obvious poking you feel on your stomach.

The two of you made out until you decided to go lower down the body as you kissed around his neck, then his arms, biceps, back to his chest and nipples, abs, everything. The pleasurable sounds he made definitely let you know the effect you had on him then and there. “Your body is so fucking hot” your voice, slightly muffled as you spoke with your lips to his skin. At this point you already got to his dick, your hand rubbing against it as Jacob softly cursed.

“Can I suck you off?” You said sitting up straight once more as your hands were on the elastic parts of his underwear ready to take them off, his dick practically begging to be let out as it kept twitching. “Oh uh- Y-yeah! What uh…what should I do?” Jacob said slightly puzzled, trying to recollect every scene of porn he’s watched, yet it seemed like every little think he could try and think of wasn’t helping him decide what to do.

“Just lay there and look hot baby, let me do all the work for your first time” You confidently said, despite Jacob being slightly embarrassed at the fact that he has never been apart of explicit congress such as this, yet his confident personality hid a lot of that. You pulled off his last piece of clothing before moving it to the side, you leaned down as you licked the base of his penis while he led your hands back up to his chest, specifically to where his nipples were as if he wanted you to stimulate him up there while also doing it down there.

“Holy shit your fingers feel so good but your mouth is really doing a number down there” Jacob said in one breath, before you finally took his dick into your mouth. You went as far as you could and even just the tip going in was enough for Jacob to groan loudly. His hips began to move back and forth as you continued to rub and slightly pinch at his nipples. You grabbed his chest as a whole not long after as just grabbing his pecs and squishing them yourself was hot in its own way. “God this shouldn’t be so hot” Jacob quietly said with gaps in between as he was trying to not fumble his words from just how good he was feeling.

You were bobbing your head pretty quick, and it didn’t take long before Jacob eventually took a chunk of your hair in his hands and moved you up and down himself. “Take that big fucking dick in that tight fucking throat of yours.” He said as he began thrusting a lot faster, as well as his hips began to quiver a lot more. Only then was it when he stopped abruptly and cum began to leak from the small gaps of your mouth, that he finally let go of your hair.

“Oh my…fucking god, you gotta suck this dick a lot more babe jesus christ.” Jacob heaved as you took yourself off of his cock, cum making its way down your neck slightly. “We always got tonight, or if you want…you can be the one sucking this time.” You smirked while you used your arm to clean the mess that was made off of your body and Jacob was yet again lost in thought knowing the last night spent together at camp at least will be the most remembered for both him and you.

a/n: I finished this at like 3:20AM so if any of the last bits sound weird m so sorry ;-;

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S5E04: Next Stop Valhalla

Storylines

Jaime tries to kill Guerra and is killed instead; Miguel feels guilty; Alicia Hinden comes to Oz with the dog training program; Augustus, Penders, and Miguel are selected

Miss Sally’s Schoolyard to become Sallycise; Brass confirms to Rebadow he bought the lottery ticket; Martinez hits Brass with a shit cocktail; Gloria tries to get Martinez put in the hospital and then beats him up when he keeps touching her face

Beecher and Schillinger fight during an interaction session; Schillinger antagonises Schibetta;

Peter Marie visits Keller; McClain visits Keller

Winthrop and Guenzel arrive at Oz; Guenzel is taken under Beecher’s wing while Winthrop becomes a prag for the Aryans in Unit B

Frank Urbano arrives at Oz; Beecher asks Pancamo for the Italians help in protecting Guenzel; the Aryans and Italians get into a fight

Gloria tells Ryan he has to tell his mother about his crimes; Ryan breakdances instead; Shupe tells O’Reily that Li going to rape his mom; Ryan and Cyril kill Li

Augustus continues to grieve his mother and ends up breaking his sobriety

Omar annoys Emerald City and Said with his singing, McManus gives him a supply closet to practice in; Redding demands Omar use it to sell drugs; Lalar and Arif complain to Said that he’s neglecting his role as leader; Robson tortures and kills Lalar

Sister: That’s why they gotta stop announcing everything they do in this show, like...

Sister: I feel like [Norma’s] just dead at this point.

Sister: I feel like they’re leading up to him being like a mass shooter or something. Me: You think he’s gonna snap? Sister: He seems like the type...

Sister: …I think being free would making him happy. I mean, [Toby] had that whole vision about being free that did not include [Chris], so I think he’ll be fine.

Sister: You can just tell them anything and they’ll let you through…

Sister: What’s wrong with this guy? What’s he in for? Me: Hate crimes… Murder, officially, I think. Sister: Hate crime? What’s he sniffing people for? Me: He's just a perv...

Sister: …That’s so gross… In my sickened state*, I can’t even summon a bleugh. Me: [Retching noise] Sister: Thanks. (*We got some booster shots yesterday and Sister always gets sick afterward lol)

Sister: When are they going to address that guy whose wife also died? Me: Never. Sister: So why did they introduce her?! To spout off some facts and get shushed by the priest?? Me: Maybe there was originally supposed to be more of a story to it and it go cut. Sister: No, they just wanted to do their little after school special moment and then not deal with it. You know, if any of the Muslims should be having the issues in these episodes, it should be the other guy (Arif), not Mr. Said... Me: They could have issues together. Sister: Yeah. Kill the Nazi helper dude. The one who's egging everything on. Schillinger doesn't even really do stuff on his own anymore. Before, he didn't want to fight and wanted to become a Jesus freak and it was always that guy whispering in his ear. And now look.

Sister: How we know he’s not gonna build a bomb in there? … Oh, I guess they took away all the cleaning supplies…

Stray Thoughts

Sister says Jia Kenmin and Li Chen’s plan to provoke Ryan so they could kill him in self defense was really not thought-out

Sister is convinced that someone is going to die for one of the dogs

Sister believes that killing Robson would get rid of most of the Aryans’ bite since she views him as being the worst out of all the Aryans

Final thoughts

The scene where Robson and what’s his face torture Lalar is the toughest scene to watch in the entire show, imo. And it pisses me off (like, I’m actually getting mad thinking about it right now, lol) that Robson gets more expansion in terms of character as the show progresses, too, because whooooooooo gives a shit about a Nazi?! They still haven’t followed up on Arif’s wife LMAO. Also Urbano gets introduced this episode and they don’t end up doing shit with him, really, either. But let’s learn about this asshole!!

Sister: I feel like they’ve run out of storylines with the Muslims and are just repeating past ones. Wasn’t it [Arif] who was the one complaining about Said’s leadership the last time? And then he couldn’t handle it which caused the whole thing… and now he’s doing it again? Me: I think they just don’t like when Said helps other people. They complained when Said was spending time on Beecher, too… Sister: Yeah, [Arif] is so needy… He’s like “you’re spending too much time with your roommate who you have to stay in a cell with” and also every time he is around, [Said] just wants [Omar] to be quiet anyway…

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.11

A/N: Hey guys just letting you know what the situation in terms of updates going forwards. I am making no guarantees as to updates from now until June because I am at the end of my final year of uni and gonna be v busy with assignments. This won't be going anywhere though and I will have plenty time in the summer to work on it.

As always feel free to send in any requests for this pairing, I likely won't get round to them for a few months but know that I see them and I love you all for engaging with this story which is now nearly 15,000 words! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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Once all the morning jobs had been seen to, everyone had congregated in the corral for some fun roping the dummy on the back of the quad.  They’d invited hands from a neighbouring ranch for a bit of friendly competition, although it stopped being friendly the moment bets had started flying.  Most of the hands were betting on themselves, obviously confident in their own abilities, but a few from the Yellowstone had put money on y/n who had partnered with the other ranch’s female hand, despite the shouts of ‘traitor’ coming from her co-workers.  The only response she’d dignified them with was a middle finger and a guarantee to wipe the floor with them all.  Ryan and Lloyd had just had their turn when she lined up to take their shot.

Y/n exchanged a look with the other hand, getting a determined nod in return before she looked at Ethan on the quad and gave him the signal.  The quad didn’t go as fast as a steer so the horses could comfortably lope after it as opposed to going flat out like they normally would.  Their horses followed it easily and she held steady as the other hand swung her rope over the horns quickly off the mark.  Once the horns were done, y/n took her turn swinging the loose rope over head before aiming it at the back legs and hitting her mark.  As soon as the loop had tightened, she shifted her weight in the saddle back to which Comanche responded instantly by sliding to a halt in the sand.

Cheers came up from the onlookers at their speed, Rip turning to rib those who’d just gone, “y’all just got beat by some women.”

Lloyd turned to Ryan, “you rope like shit.”

“You’re the one that missed!” He defended

Rip rode up to them, “y’all rope like shit.  I’m gonna take those women with me today and y’all can just go fucking pack it in.”

Y/n loped down the arena to stop in front of them, “you should really learn to never bet against me.  Jake and Colby made smart choices, I expect my share of your winnings boys!”

“Ladies think you can go two for two?” Rip asked to which they both nodded, “get your ass in there let’s go.”

They watched as the girls reset and ran behind the quad to catch the plastic steer again with practised ease.  Lloyd rolled his eyes at the ever present fond look Ryan had in his eyes whenever he watched his girlfriend.  At this point everyone in the bunkhouse had figured out they were together, it was just a matter of time until Rip worked it out and he did not envy Ryan when that happened.  The foreman’s approval likely meant more to her than any of her family’s did (except maybe what Lee had given her with his gentle teasing in the trailer).  Next to him said foreman was looking at the girl with a similarly affectionate smile.

“You’re a soft touch when it comes to her aren’t you,” Lloyd said to him.

He kept his eyes trained ahead, “I don’t know what you’re suggestin’ Lloyd.”

“Bulllshit.  I know you put this together today so her mind wasn’t stuck on her mom all day,” he pointed out.

Rip chuckled, “don’t act like you ain’t the softest on her.”

-/-/-

For the first time in a while, y/n had denied joining the hands in the bunkhouse and instead chose to have dinner in the main house.  Part of her had hoped that her family might be able to have one normal dinner on the anniversary of their mother’s death but she should have remembered that the Dutton’s were never capable of normal, especially when it came to the dinner table.  When she’d reached the house, the living room was full of men in suits surrounding Beth and her father, clearly some political play that she’d made clear not to involve her in.  Jamie was sulking on the porch listening to the chatter so she decided to ignore him, in no mood to deal with her older brother acting like a child.

Instead she sought out Gator for dinner, which he was happy to accommodate considering she’d brushed off pancakes that morning, before having a shower and settling on the opposite side of the porch to Jamie where the talking didn’t reach her ears.  As she listened to the noises of the mountains surrounding her and the comforting whickers from the horses, she indulged in the only alcohol she ever did.  One beer, on the evening of the anniversary of her mother’s death.  Evelyn’s favourite beer.  It wasn’t even something she particularly liked the taste of but it made her feel a little bit connected to her mom as she imagined all the gossip they might have been exchanging if the horse never crushed her.  Y/n refused to believe John would have done what he did to Kayce if their mom had been around to talk sense into him.

“I thought you didn’t drink sweetheart,” a familiar voice came out of the darkness to interrupt her ‘what ifs’.

Y/n opened her eyes to see her boyfriend in front of her, “just the one for mom each year.  Ain’t even that good but it's hers.”

She watched as he came across the grass in front of the porch to lean on the railing in front of her.  Ryan tipped his hat at her teasingly which made y/n giggle.

“What’s got you so close to the house cowboy?  Aren’t they missing you in poker,” she joked.

He stuck his tongue out at her, “you ain’t much better at it than me sweetheart.  Something told me I shouldn’t let you be alone tonight.”

“The house is full of fools tryna get into bed with my father and Jamie’s out here somewhere sulking like a child!” Y/n said the last bit louder in hopes that her brother would get the message and go inside.

Ryan laughed at her lack of subtlety, “Jamie can stay out here for all I care.  If everyone in the house is busy suckin’ dick I doubt they’ll notice us sneaking up to your room.”

“Ry are you suggesting I sneak my boyfriend up to my bedroom like a teenager,” she giggled.

He smirked, “well you did say you never got to sneak around when you were a teenager it seemed only fair that I give you the chance to do it now.  We’ll both be at the barn in the morning before anyone here is even considering waking up.  You know you want to say yes sweetheart.”

“You make a convincing argument.  Come on then cowboy.”

Ryan climbed over the porch railing to take the hand y/n was offering before letting her lead him into the house.  He made a joke about it being the first time he’d be going through the front door which prompted his girlfriend to elbow him in the ribs.  When they entered, she closed the door as quietly as the wood would allow before gesturing for Ryan to take his boots off.  Jamie must have heard his sister because he’d moved his sulking to the kitchen where he was sat at the counter burning a hole into his laptop screen.  Y/n turned, putting her finger to her lips, before darting past the kitchen entryway and to the stairs.  Both of them made it up to her bedroom, making sure the door was shut before bursting into laughter.  Y/n felt lighter than she had all day, the weight of the day finally off her shoulders.

She swiped the hat off of his head, putting it on her damp hair with a smirk.  Ryan watched her carefully as she moved around the room to put her boots away.  When she turned back around he was still by the door, leant against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes trained on his hat still on her head.

“You know what you’re doing there sweetheart?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “you askin’ if I know the cowboy hat rule, Ry?”

“Do you?” He pushed off the wall to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips gently.

She slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders, “I been around buckle bunnies since I was 15 Ry, course I know the cowboy hat rule.”

-/-/-

The next morning, y/n was awoken to the loud noise of her alarm blaring from her bedside table.  When she tried to turn it off she found herself too far away to reach her phone.  Pulling herself further into consciousness, y/n became aware of an arm around her waist and the feeling of Ryan’s lips against her shoulder.

“That’s so fuckin’ loud,” he complained.

She laughed as he let her go to turn the alarm off, “how else do you expect me to wake up before the sun rises?”

“Can’t remember the last time I used an alarm, normally just get woken up by the others getting up,” he explained.

They stayed wrapped up in the warmth of the bed for a few minutes before forcing themselves out of the comfort to get ready for work.  Ryan watched as his girlfriend got dressed before putting her hat on his head, not his this time, and followed her down the stairs.  Y/n slipped into the kitchen to get two apples, brushing off Gator’s questioning as to why she was taking more than one.  After grabbing her jacket from the peg, they walked down the drive to the barn in comfortable silence.

Y/n stopped part way there when she saw the cattle trucks and her dad stood outside, “shit he should still be asleep.”

“Don’t stress I’ll go round the corral and go in the back to the bunkhouse,” Ryan reassured her, dropping a kiss to her cheek, “in a bit sweetheart.”

She watched him go with a smile before taking a breath and steeling herself to speak to John without caffeine.

“Fell asleep in a stall?” She greeted him outside the barn, noting the shavings stuck to the back of his jacket.

John looked over at his daughter, “what you doing down here so early?  The hands won’t be out for a bit.”

“I’ll go get Comanche and ride up to meet these at the pasture,” Lucy tactfully ignored her dad’s question, “tell Rip to bring me coffee when they come up.”

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[sunlightmurdock]

My Future in You | 1.5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing — mentions of hospitals, stitches and check ups on pregnancy after accident but no loss etc

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“I don’t even want to go.” It’s almost a whimper, you drop down to sit on the edge of your bed and rest your hand against your forming stomach. Maybe it’s wrong to expect sympathy from Ryan after everything you’ve put him through, but you’re still surprised by the anger on his face when he turns to face you.

He’s been ready for twenty minutes, you’re sitting in the fourth outfit that you’ve tried on for the night, already on the verge of tears. It’s just frustrating learning to accommodate something you’ve never had to deal with before. It’s not just the bump that’s causing issues — you’ve had bloating make you feel worse. Your boobs have gotten bigger, they’re tender now and all of a sudden, everything you wear is too hot.

It’s February and you’re considering not taking a coat.

“You want to look good because he’s going to be there, don’t you?”

There’s immediate disbelief in the way that you lift your head to look at him. He’s staring at you, brows knotted, serious.

“I want to be comfortable, Ryan,” You answer him, frowning as you lift yourself off of the bed again and stand. Maybe there’s a part of you that does want to look good tonight, but that’s got everything to do with the cheerleader that Bradley’s bringing and nothing to do with the idiot himself.

Bradley has seen you throw up until you pass out and still tried to sleep with you in the same day, you figure that you’re somewhat past putting a pretty dress on for him.

“Can you stop being so snappy?” You sigh, stepping around him and pulling open your closet once more. He watches you flinch at yet another offensive smell. That’s this week’s issue — scents. Everything from your favourite perfume to the onions your roommate was sautéing yesterday now has the power to make you gag.

His face softens. He brushes a dark curl back off of his face as you instinctively step back away from whatever the scent is — fabric softener from doing your laundry at Jake’s.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you go have some water or something? — I’ll pick some options out for you.” He offers, resting one hand on the small of your back and the other on your stomach. It’s really popped this week. It happened on Tuesday, specifically. You’ve asked everyone, there was a definite overnight change.

It happened to be the nights that your boobs jumped a cup size that your bump also went from maybe just bloating to definite pregnancy. It’s been an adjustment. Ryan has been a little tense, and you can’t blame him, but he reminds you every single day that he’s doing his best in his little efforts like this.

You soften, pressing your lips gently to his clean-shaven jaw and whispering a quick thank you.

Things feel easy again once you’re on the way there. You feel pretty in the cream, fitted dress that Ryan chose for you, and you’re grateful for the autumnish Sherpa jacket he paired it with — because it is actually still cold outside, despite your spiked body temperature.

“You look beautiful.” Ryan tells you tenderly as the car stops in a space, he reaches across and rests his hand on your stomach. It’s accentuated by the fitting dress, but now that the secret’s out, you don’t mind.

You lean forwards and press your lips softly to his.

“This was a bad idea, we should go—“

Kenzie grabs Bradley’s forearm, curling her manicured nails into his skin just enough to let him know that she’s serious but not enough to hurt him. They’re parked in the space opposite, facing Ryan’s shitty Honda Civic, watching you kiss him.

“It was a bad idea two weeks ago when you agreed — you had time to cancel and that time has passed. Let’s go.” Kenzie releases his arms and they both begrudgingly exit the bronco. Bradley feels a little better knowing that your boyfriend has a shitty car.

You’re the first to notice the two of them as you pull back from the kiss. Bradley’s scowling at you. Ryan follows your gaze towards the father of your child, and then at the girl to his side. Admittedly, Ryan had been expecting Bradley to either cancel or be lying about having a girlfriend — he hadn’t ever really been expecting this date to happen.

It’s as awkward as he would have expected it to be. Bradley’s girlfriend tries to break the ice a few times. First, as you’re waiting to be seated. Second, as you’re looking over menus. Third, when you’re sipping on alcohol free drinks.

Bradley glares at you across the table. Maybe he has made things difficult between you and Ryan in the past, but at least he has tried. It’s clear that you have no intention of keeping up conversation with Kenzie whatsoever. Her bubbly personality can only keep things together for so long.

For the third time in ten minutes, Ryan catches Bradley’s gaze slip downwards. The dress isn’t particularly low cut, but you’ve got some cleavage in it — especially with the recent growth.

“Hey.”

Bradley lifts his gaze from the golden R necklace dangling between your collarbones and looks at your boyfriend, frowning slightly.

“Do you mind?” Ryan frowns. You look between him and Bradley, lost. Bradley appears equally lost for a moment, you watch him mentally retrace his steps and figure out what he’s in trouble for now.

His eyes fall back on the necklace.

“Oh — no,” He shakes his head quickly. He’s not staring at your chest. He noticed the difference before you even got out of the car, but he’s not an animal. “I was looking at the necklace. It’s cute.”

You glance down, then give your boyfriend a reassuring smile. Ryan doesn’t seem convinced.

“Wonder if he got it from Claire’s.” Bradley mutters under his breath. Kenzie has been doing her best not to encourage his dislike for your new boyfriend, but she snickers softly at the comment.

Looking up, she catches you staring at her. It’s clear that you don’t like her, and she can’t say that she blames you. She imagines Bradley probably hasn’t explained their situation, or if he has, he hasn’t done it very well.

Still, she offers you a sweet smile and plans to explain once the two of you get a moment alone.

Jake gets a phone call from Kenzie at 9pm, whilst he’s hitting second base with a girl from his economics class — he’s mad when he first picks up the phone, and he’s even more furious when he sets it down.

After first apologizing profusely, Jake finds himself driving to the emergency room half-way across town because his baby sister needs him.

You eyes widen, face softening. Ryan feels you relax, relieved at the moment you spot your big brother.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake breathes out, rushing forwards at the sight of you in the hospital bed. He lifts your chin and examines you for any damage.

Frowning, you swipe his hands away from your face and instead pull him in for a hug. Once he is released, Jake turns his head expectantly towards Ryan. Kenzie’s sitting in the waiting room, filling out forms and Bradley’s not answering his phone.

“She — it was all a misunderstanding, and-“

“I fell, and I haven’t felt the baby move since. They just want to do some tests.” You tell Jake softly. There’s an incompatibility in your answers, and you can see the way that Jake readies to round on your boyfriend.

You squeeze his hand softly. He meets your gaze. Not here, not now. You don’t need another fight, you just need your big brother.

The technician swings open the door.

“Hi, Miss Seresin — I’m Todd, just here to do a scan for you.” He announces, walking over to the machine at the side of the bed. “You can go ahead and lift your dress for me.”

You’re grateful that you decided to wear boy-shorts under it.

“She’s right, she did kinda fall.” Ryan whispers to Jake.

“You can tell me what happened after all this.” Jake’s tone is deadly calm, serious. Ryan sits back in his seat and swallows, nodding softly.

“Alright, I’m sorry — which one of you is the father?” The technician interrupts, resting his arm impatiently against an expensive looking machine as he looks impatiently around the room.

“He’s getting stitches.” Ryan declares from behind the cold compress.

“Should we wait?” It’s the wrong thing to say, you can feel Ryan’s gaze burning daggers into your side the second that it leaves your mouth. As furious as you are, this could be serious — you don’t want Bradley to have to hear it from someone else.

“This isn’t a routine scan, Miss Seresin,” The technician reminds you snidely. He’s just doing his job but you still can’t help but feel scolded. “We don’t have time.”

Jake stands up. He can see the worry on your face and he isn’t going to let Bradley make this any harder on you than it already is.

“I’ll grab him, you go ahead.” Jake reassures you. Your face softens slightly, giving him a grateful nod.

You regret the dress now, as it’s bunched up around your middle and the air conditioning in the room feels borderline freezing. You flinch as the jelly is spread onto your stomach, Ryan’s fingers curl around your hand gently. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, but you pull away from his touch sharply.

It’s hard not to pass blame.

His stupid game of ‘who’s dick is bigger with Bradley’ put you in the hospital and he still hasn’t apologised. You rest your head back and close your eyes, silently apologising to the little one in your tummy for the chaos around them already.

“Alright, so you said you haven’t felt movement since the restaurant?” The technician asks calmly, his eyes focused on the screen. His shoulder blocks your view, you’re half tempted to tell him to move. Instead, you answer him politely ‘no’. “Okay, and were you feeling movement regularly before?”

The door swings open and Jake shoves Bradley inside.

Bradley’s hand is bandaged now, but other than that he looks fine. He steps around Ryan swiftly as Jake slips back into the other seat in the room. You’re glad you chose to wear shorts under your dress today. Bradley plants himself on the edge of the hospital bed and slides his hand into yours.

Ryan watches your fingers curl around Bradley’s, moments after you flinched away from his touch.

“Um, it felt kinda fluttery. Not kicking or anything, but yeah, I feel stuff sometimes.” You explain. Bradley’s gaze turns towards you, eyes soft, brows knitted together in a mixture of concern and curiosity. He hasn’t ever asked you about this.

He wishes he had.

“Heartbeat’s good and strong.” The technician declares as the growingly familiar sound of that sped up little beat fills the room. Jake sits forwards slightly, his eyes meeting Bradley’s. This is his first time hearing it. Jake’s gaze turns towards you, softening, he gives you a small smile.

“He’s just fine. Little guy’s growing perfectly, but you did the right thing by coming in.” It isn’t until the technician turns back towards you that he realizes he may have misspoken. Four equally surprised faces stare back at him.

Jake’s the first one to speak up, “He? — It’s a boy?”

The technician does a double take and looks back at the image, “Well - um… you haven’t had your anatomy scan yet?”

You remain silent, finding yourself unsure as to whether this is by choice or a symptom of shock.

“It’s not for a couple more days.” Jake answers for you. You’re reeling, waiting for the technician to tell you that he made a mistake and that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Bradley stopped listening after the first ‘he’. He heard it loud and clear, and he hasn’t heard anything but his own heartbeat in his ears since. Blinking, he turns his head to look at you. You’re already staring at him.

“Oh my - I’m so sorry, I thought you already knew.” The technician begins to apologise profusely, but neither you nor Bradley are paying attention to him.

Bradley’s brows knit together slightly, his entire face hardening with concern, he squeezes his fingers softly around yours in the hopes that it’ll get you to stop looking at him like that. You study his features.

Physically, there’s never been a flaw that you were concerned about your child inheriting from him. Those pretty puppy-dog eyes that you already knew your child was going to use to sucker you into letting them stay up late. Curly hair that lands somewhere between auburn and caramel. Rounded cheekbones that give him away even when there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

The baby was always going to be fifty-percent Bradley, and it hadn’t bothered you in a while now. Not since what had happened over Christmas. Staring at him now, your heart sinks.

He watches as your gaze falls to rest on his bandaged hand. The tears that have been brimming in your eyes for a good few seconds already finally spill out onto your cheeks. He has misread the situation before, but Bradley knows that there’s not a chance in hell that these are tears of joy.

“Hey, it’s okay—“ Jake sits at your other side and wraps his arm around your shoulder. He rests his cheek on top of yours, his eyes landing on Bradley’s. It’s hard to pretend he isn’t excited at the prospect of having a nephew. Bradley doesn’t match his excitement, instead, he stares at the teams spilling onto your cheeks.

“What is it?” Bradley knows you well enough by now to know that you aren’t just disappointed that you aren’t having a girl, that there’s more to this.

You swallow through the burning sensation in your throat long enough to say what he needs to hear, and wipe away your tears long enough to look him in the eye as you say it.

“I don’t want him to be like you.”

Even Jake almost flinches. Ryan’s eyes widen slightly as he looks between you and Bradley. He’s still sitting off to the side, knowing that it isn’t his place to get in the middle of this. His lips quirk just slightly at the lack of emotion on Bradley’s face.

Bradley pulls his hand away from yours. He has tolerated a lot of painful information in his life. That wasn’t the first, and it likely won’t be the last.

Part of you thinks that maybe he doesn’t react because he doesn’t care. Jake knows better than that. As you turn your head and cry into Jake’s shoulder, Jake stares at Bradley and knows how much that hurt to hear.

Jake knows more of what Bradley has been through than you do, and even he doesn’t know everything. The usual pink flush to Bradley’s cheeks is gone now, his eyes dark as he watches the way you grieve.

“Bradshaw, wait-“

You don’t lift your head to look, but feel the bed shift as Bradley stands.

“I’ll - I should take Kenzie home.” He mutters tiredly, turning on his heel. The door swings shut behind him. You whimper softly as you try to stop the tears. It’s a useless effort, they just keep coming regardless.

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[racergirl-112]

Push Me Over - Chapter 3: Do I Make You Jealous?

18+ MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Warnings: Language

A Few Weeks Later

After being on and off set for certain scenes over the next few weeks, Dani and Hugh had managed to be professional with each other and nothing else. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be, maybe not. 

One night after wrapping early, Shawn and Ryan had asked the main cast if they wanted to go out and have dinner and maybe do some karaoke. Dani jumped at the idea and immediately said yes. 

“Hugh, are you going tonight?” Dani asked as they began to walk to their trailers. 

“I was thinking about it. Are you?” 

“I mean unless my cult meeting got rescheduled, then yes,” she answered with a laugh. 

“Damn, you and your character literally have the same smartass attitude.” 

“As advertised,” she replied, fake curtsying. 

“Sweetheart, you are too much.” 

“Yeah, whatever you say. I’m not too much,” she replied, opening the door to her trailer, before smiling at him as she walked inside. Before he could leave, she popped her head back out. “Oh by the way, here is my number if you ever want to talk.” She handed him the piece of paper, before shutting the door. 

“You’re just enough,” Hugh replied under his breath, wanting to see where the night would go. 

Dani had gotten back to her condo to find the perfect outfit for that night. Even though it was May in London, it wasn’t as warm as she was used to in the states. She decided on ripped black skinny jeans and a white off the shoulder crop top with her sneakers. They said it was casual, so she was taking advantage. 

She arrived at the restaurant where everyone was meeting, finding out she was the last one. 

“Over here,” Ryan yelled, motioning her over to where everyone was seated. She walked over to the table and saw everyone, especially Hugh, in a skin-tight black t-shirt with black jeans. She sat down, across the table from Hugh. 

As everyone made small talk around them, Dani was checking her phone and had a feeling she was being watched. She glanced up and saw Hugh staring in her direction. Since so many people were around, she looked down at her phone and saw he had called her earlier with his number. She clicked the text option and sent him a text. 

Dani: Creep much? 😉

Hugh: I just like the view if you want the truth. 

Dani:The basket of french fries? I mean I like them too, but I haven’t even had guys look at me like that LOL

Hugh: Sweetheart you and that smart mouth

Dani: I told you it was as advertised. 

Hugh: I’d like to know more about it…

Dani looked up at him and he gave her a smirk that sent a feeling through her body that could only be described as chills and lightning at the same time. 

Hugh: Did I strike a nerve? 

Dani: Why would you say that?

Hugh: Sweetheart, the look on your face says it all. 

Dani: Believe what you want to believe

Hugh: I will. Maybe I should show you. 

Dani: Is that so? I’m intrigued. 

Dani downed her drink before flagging down the waiter for another drink, ordering a double margarita. She looked over at Hugh who had a wicked smile on his face. She barely knew him, but fuck if he made her feel some sort of way and she definitely wanted to know what he meant by “showing her.” 

After everyone went back to making small talk, Ryan paid the bill and they moved on to the karaoke bar. Luckily, they had rented it out, so they could have their privacy. 

People took seats throughout the bar, drinks in hand ready to take on karaoke. Hugh sat down next to Dani, catching her off guard. 

“Do you have a soft spot for me or do you really just like following me around?” she joked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Is both an acceptable answer? He asked, raising his eyebrow. Dani was taken aback by his response and turned on even more so. 

“I guess,” she answered, trying to play coy. Before Hugh had a chance to get closer to her, her name got called for her song. She glanced over at him, getting out of her seat. “Wish me luck, Jackman.”

“You don’t need luck, sweetheart,” he replied with a smile.

Dani got up on stage as everyone started to clap and cheer for her. The first notes of Somebody to Love by Queen flowed from the speakers as she began to sing. Even though her Uncle and Ryan were in the corner smiling, her eyes were on Hugh and his on her. He was mesmerized by her. Not only could she sing and hit the notes, but she had the stage presence. 

“Somebody to love,” she trailed off as the song finished, a smile crossing her face. The whole club erupted in cheers as she jumped off the stage and over to where her Uncle and Ryan were. 

“That’s my girl,” Shawn said, hugging her. “I knew you still had it in you.” 

“Thank you,” she replied as Ryan gave her a hug as well. 

“Dang kid, you went off and grew up on us,” he joked, wiping away a fake tear. 

“You two are embarrassing.” She walked over to the bar to get another drink, a figure sidling up next to her. She thought it was Hugh, but it was another actor on the cast. 

“You did amazing up there. I’m Scott by the way,” he said, reaching out a hand. 

“Danielle, but I go by Dani.” Over Scott’s shoulder, she saw Hugh and he didn’t look too pleased. Could she be making him jealous? Baby let the games begin.

As she nursed her drink and Scott continued to talk and she acted like she was interested in what he was saying, people began chanting for Hugh to get up on stage and sing his song from The Greatest Showman. He kept laughing it off and saying he wasn’t going to do it, but finally after enough persuasion, he got up there. The music began to play and his voice flowed from the speakers. Like she had done to him, Dani was under some kind of spell. She excused herself from Scott and got closer to Hugh as he continued through the song, owning the stage. Everyone was cheering and clapping for him as she just watched him. He noticed she was looking at him and began to sing to her, making her heart race. He reached out his hand for hers and she let him take it, pulling her up on stage as he sang to her. The song finished as he was focussed on her and not the room around them, cheering and clapping. “Hugh,” Dani mouthed, pointing to the crowd cheering as he turned around and gave a bow. 

“Thank you,” he said, as he helped Dani off stage. Shawn and Ryan came walking over. 

“Seriously, have to be Mr. Showoff or Showman,” Ryan joked. 

“Even getting my niece involved. Nice touch,” Shawn added. 

“Always got to make me look better than you two.” Hugh scanned the room for Dani, but didn’t see her. “Excuse me, gentleman.” He walked towards the bathrooms and low and behold he found the one person he was looking for. 

Dani was walking out of the bathroom after trying to calm herself down after being what seemed to be the muse for Hugh on stage. Not wanting to think too much into this little crush of hers, she had gone to the bathroom to breathe and throw some cold water on her face. 

“Did I get your attention?” she heard the familiar voice say from behind her. 

“What do you mean?” she questioned. “You mean pulling me on stage and singing to me. I really don’t get it.” Hugh pulled her further down the hall and into an alcove where no one could see them. 

“Dani, think about it,” he started as his hand cupped her face. 

“I thought I was just some kid,” she started, starting to feel the confidence and buzz of the tequila she had been drinking all night. 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” Before she could process the moment, Hugh’s lips grazed her own. “Tell me you don’t want me just as bad as I want you. If you don’t, we can stop.” Dani couldn’t keep her body from reacting to his words as she fully committed to the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her bare skin. The feeling of his noticeably hard dick, straining his jeans. 

“Hugh,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. “Should we really be doing this? We barely know each other. Plus, you said you just got divorced. Maybe, we’re just drunk.” His thumb caressed her face. 

“What do you want?” he asked. 

“Maybe to get to know you better. I need to go.” She kissed his cheek before walking away from him. Hugh knew in that moment, getting Dani may be harder than he thought. 

[dreamweaversfavsandthoughs]

Rick and Morty S7 Ep. 10: Fear No Mort

(A bittersweet end to a great season)

If you are not ready to conquer your fear of spoilers, go no further…

My Favs

Diane!

Overall, I’m pleased with how the writers handled the character of Diane and Rick’s interaction with her. They don’t portray either Diane or their marriage as flawless. There is definitely a bite to her personality and we see them have conflict like any married couple but there is still a lot of love and affection there, assuming Morty’s version of the relationship is accurate. It is certainly open to interpretation. In my mind, the only thing that was inaccurate is Diane’s disdain for her grandson. In actuality, I think she would have loved Morty to death and have absolutely spoiled him rotten as a grandmother should.

I also love that the writers confirmed that she was a scientist or was on the path to become one. She was definitely some sort of biologist, maybe a zoologist or a ornithologist. I don’t know about you but my heart went pitter-patter when Rick said her master’s thesis inspired him to create a ray to hear duck’s talk.

Lastly, I’d like to say that while I thought we might have somehow had the real Rick interact with the real Diane through some sort of sci-fi resurrection or afterlife break-in, I’m ultimately glad this is the work around the writers came up with. Anything else would have cheapened Diane’s death and Rick’s grief.

Rod Serling/Twilight Zone homage

Confession time. I’ve never seen the original Twilight Zone or the reboot, but I’m aware of the premise of the show and how it ties with this episode. I know I’m missing out and it’s on my list of shows to watch. Sometimes, I wish I could get a Night Person to watch all the television shows I don’t have time for in my waking hours.

Tide and Time

Really enjoy the newest Ryan Elder song. He is incredibly skilled at finding or creating the perfect soundtrack to convey the emotion we need for a particular episode.

Morty’s fear of relying on Rick

I will expound on this further in “My Thoughts”

Rick choosing Morty

Not only does he do it once, but twice. Once in Morty’s fear simulation and once in the real world.

Not my Fav

Product Placement

I know capitalism has got to capitalism, but could we please leave ads for shitty restaurants out of my story of a grandfather and his grandson navigating the human condition in a infinite, nihilistic universe that is incapable of caring! Thanks.

Besides, the fear hole should have been at a Shoney’s

My Thoughts

Morty’s codependency, fear of change, and learning to not live for the dead but to live for the living.

Seasons 6 and 7 has seen a gradual shift from Rick being a drunk asshole who is incapable of creating any real attachments because there are infinite versions of everyone (except for the one person he most cares about) to someone who is less drunk, ever so slightly less of an asshole, but a little more willing to open his heart to the version of his family he has chosen to live with. Unmortricken closed the chapter on Rick’s life purpose of getting revenge on Rick Prime and now with Fear No Mort we see Rick resist the temptation of clinging to the past and choose the grandson living in the present. The finale doesn’t give us much to chew on in regards to what is in store next for Rick, but in some way, I think the show is taking a bit of a pause on Rick as it shifts to Morty.

As the twist reveals, this episode focused exclusively on Morty’s psyche and his recognition and fear of his codependency with Rick. I recommend if you haven’t, to rewatch the episode a second time with this knowledge in tow. What sticks out to me is the antagonist relationship he has with Diane. They never speak to or acknowledge each other. I don’t think she even makes eye contact with him and in the scene at the school play, Diane belittles him and delivers an ultimatum to Rick. Choose her or choose Morty. Maybe the show wants us to take this literally, and it is really Diane he resents and that Rick will never choose the family in the present. Rick will never choose Morty. In my mind, I have a more metaphorical interpretation. I think Diane is symbolic of a future Rick that is, at last, happy and mentally healthy. Morty fears that if Rick gets better he will need his grandson less and that scares the shit out of him. He can’t imagine a life without Rick by his side, even envisioning a future where Rick follows him into adulthood, de-aging himself so he’s around forever. Both interpretations work and they both reveal the incredibly unhealthy mindset that Morty harbors.

We see a sort of ships passing in the night as Morty accepts that Rick will never see him as irreplaceable and he should just rely on himself at the same time Rick is finally ready to claim this Morty and only this Morty as his grandson and a legitimate part of his family on equal footing as Diane and Beth C-137.

The finale doesn’t give us much insight into what we might focus on in season 8, but I suspect it might be more Morty-focused. We have seen Morty start to develop some independence in the past, but it would be nice to see Morty develop an identity outside of Rick while also learning that Rick truly sees him as part of his family.

Also, the boy desperately needs some friends his age.

[texasbama]

don't know why I decided to throw this together but here it is anyway lol

under the cut, I collected little snippets from the recent Ryan interviews that were just...*chefs kiss*

because as much as we claim to love Eddie Diaz and the Buck/Eddie dynamic? Ryan loves them even more and I could listen to him talk about these characters all day

As far as [Eddie's] sexuality, I think it's pretty clear that he's tried to fill in this motherly, this wife type role—that's all he knows," Guzman explained. "And he's a man [that] first off, he's Catholic. Second off, he's from the military. So those are very straight-edge kind of lifestyles that don't offer too much of exploring. But through the 118, he's had this epiphany each year, like, 'Well, maybe I don't know as much as I thought I did. And maybe I should be exploring a little bit more and maybe I should understand myself a little bit more and even seek a therapist,' which is something new for Eddie. So I feel the representation is reflective of the inclusivity that Ryan Murphy's show likes to have and Tim Minear likes to write. (source)

I think the ultimate goal was to show that the connection between Buck and Eddie will remain, and that is going to be stronger than ever...Because now we’ve unveiled this new vulnerable side of Buck, and last season we got to unveil this new vulnerable side of Eddie. So the connection is just that much more simpatico. (source)

So it doesn't matter what he said at that moment. Eddie was going to be there for Buck. And it just happens to be something Eddie had never even thought of. So the initial reaction towards Buck is that of where did this just come from? I didn't even see this. And then the next reaction is, oh, my friend just did something extremely brave. I need to give him all the comfort and safety to know that he can do this for however long he wants to do this. Share with me, come to me. Which I think shows how amazing their friendship is. The whole process, I think, for Eddie is just welcoming Buck into his new obstacles. (source)

And the way Eddie navigates that is just kind of a no, that's just who he is. And nothing ruffles my feathers. Even if you break my ankle or maim me, it's fine. That's who he is, and I love him either way. And there's no competition for Eddie. Watching Buck trying to compare himself to so many people rather than just seeing how special he is. And that's a lot of the messages that Eddie's been giving Buck.He's like, 'No, man. You are an incredible individual. You're worth all the love in the world. And you need to stop doing certain things. And I'm not going to tell you how to do what you got to do for your life, but allow yourself to be great.' And I think that's the evolution of this relationship. It's just kind of being there for each other and allowing each other to feel vulnerable and work with each other. (source)

I think this idealization of replacing Shannon has really stagnated his relationships. So, him giving himself the opportunity to kind of step back and understand that a little bit more before he moves in with another individual and starts the whole process all over again, is a sense of growth for Eddie, and I'm here for it. Because he needs it (source)

[hypnolurker]

Sally Spirals

“So Ryan, what’s this thing that you absolutely had to show me, so urgently? It better not be some silly prank again…” Sally asked as she entered his house.

She had rushed over after receiving an urgent but suspiciously vague text from him. ‘There’s maybe a 10% chance that its actually something serious and not a dumb joke or something, but I suppose I should go just incase it is the real deal.’ she reasoned.

“Quick, its in the other room!” he urged her, visibly panicked.

Sally dashed through the hallway and into the living room where she had been ushered by the frantic Ryan. As she entered, she was expecting to see someone injured or maybe even some fragment of an alien spacecraft, the way he was acting. Instead the room appeared totally normal. It was only when she turned to face the television that she noticed something odd.

Spirals. The screen was covered in them. In various vivid shades of pink and purple. Swirling around in a strange, interconnecting pattern. It was impossible to tell where each spiral ended and the next began. A great big, churning mess infested the screen as Sally gazed at it in confusion.

“S-Spirals…?” she muttered dimly.

“Yes, aren’t they nice to stare at?” he said, now totally calm.

“Is this…a prank?” Sally asked, frustration building in her voice.

“No way. You really had to see this, Sally.” he said, sounding sincere.

Still, he had dropped his false urgency. He had clearly been acting to get her here. If he said that the urgent thing he needed her to see was some stupid spiral video she would never have come. That was obvious. She clenched her fists, still staring at the screen.

“What the hell? This is stupid! I’m not going to watch some weird spirals for you. Why would I even do that? What for?” she yelled.

“Its okay to be stupid sometimes. You don’t need a reason to relax and enjoy the pretty spirals do you? Besides, you protest and yet you haven’t turned away yet…or blinked for that matter…”

“Its…okay to be stupid? Relax…enjoy the spirals…yeah…don’t need to turn away just yet…” Sally stammered, before her face relaxed into a soft smile and her shoulders slumped.

“See…I was right. The spirals are important. Just stay for a while and stare.” he instructed her.

There was something creepy about his tone of voice, but Sally couldn’t draw her focus away from the screen to see his devious grin. She felt like she needed to escape before something even stranger happened, yet her body felt sluggish, almost locked in place. All her mental energy was fixated on the screen, she knew if she could concentrate a little she could move…but…concentrating on anything else seemed so difficult. She was watching the spirals now.

“I…no I should…I have to…um…spirals…just stare…have to stare…at the spirals.” Sally mumbled.

Somehow it was becoming difficult to keep track of the conversation. She was too focused on tracing the spirals for whatever reason. Her gaze following every swirling trail, sliding along spirals like she was being pulled ever deeper by some gravitational force. Like she was being sucked further and further into the ever flowing spiral pool right in front of her.

Ryan rested his hand on her shoulder. Gently he pushed her backwards and she stumbled for a moment before falling back into the sofa behind her. All the while, her eyes remained transfixed by the spirals. Even as she fell backwards she could do nothing but accept it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt herself sink into the plump cushions and relaxed even more. Now she could lie back and enjoy the spirals even easier. This was good.

She didn’t even notice as Ryan was fiddling with her top. There was a brief moment where she couldn’t see spirals, just a flash of white across her face, but before she could regain her sense the spirals were directly in her vision once more. She also felt slightly cooler. Then she felt a familiar sensation of relief and freedom in her chest. Sally wasn’t really sure why, she was still too lost in spirals.

It was only when she felt a finger swirl around her exposed pink nipple and the sensation sent a shiver up her spine that she realised something was wrong. Her jaw hung open and her lip quivered slightly as the pleasure drew a soft moan from her. Ryan seemed to grunt his approval at this and shifted slightly in place, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.

“Wha-what are you doing…to…my…b-b-breasts?” she gasped, still feeling the finger swirl around her nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

“Its alright Sally. Just another spiral.” he comforted the entranced girl.

“Just another spiral…” Sally repeated, satisfied. She liked spirals. This one felt especially pleasurable.

Sally’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes grew dull as she sank deeper into the spiral once more. She was now breathing so slowly and deeply, she appeared almost to be sleeping with her eyes open. Her thoughts were similarly sluggish. Forming sentences took so long that she forgot what she was thinking about by the third or fourth word. Plus, the word spiral seemed to sneak into every thought. So thinking anything coherent really wasn’t plausible for poor Sally at this point.

Ryan raised her left hand to her own breast and guided her index finger in a slow circle around her nipple, just as he had done until now. Instantly, Sally mimicked the motion perfectly, now running her finger around her nipple in that same, pleasant spiral. She moaned softly from time to time as she continued to stare at the spiral. A droplet of drool formed at the corner of her slack lips as she groaned needily.

“Spirals…feels nice…” she said quietly.

Next, Ryan’s hand snaked its way down to her crotch. Sally was too lost in the spirals to notice it unbutton her jeans and tug them down past her waist. She didn’t even notice it pushing her thin cotton panties aside. What she did notice, though, was a new spiral. A surprising and very pleasant spiral this time. Even better than the one on her chest. This spiral was happening between her legs and each complete motion sent jolts of bliss through her alongside an intense heat.

In no time, Ryan felt her pussy drooling around his fingers as he swirled them around her pink lips and tender clit in sync with her own hand on her breast. He watched her groans become deeper and more gutteral for a while, as she began to buck her hips unconsciously against his hand. Soon even this mindless motion turned into a rhythmic rotation of her hips, more of a spiral than a brainless humping movement. Sally was getting so accustomed to the spirals now.

“Good girl. Feels so good to spiral deeper and deeper huh?” he praised her.

Sally’s cunt throbbed and she smiled a dopey smile as she moaned out a dreamy “yeaaaaaahhhhhh…”

Next, Ryan moved her right hand to her crotch. Just as he had done before, he guided her into mimicking his spiral. Soon she was running her own fingers along her pussy in that same motion.

“Good girl.” he praised again.

Sally felt like she saw the spirals sparkle a little. So pretty. Her pussy and mouth were both drooling hard now and the heat was incredible. So many spirals. So very hot and lovely and fun. She was so happy now.

Ryan pushed his slick fingers into her mouth now. Sally tasted something weird, she was too dazed to understand that she her own juices were now costing her tongue as Ryan’s fingers slid further into her gaping mouth.

“Suck it, honey.” he instructed warmly.

Slowly, she wrapped her lips around them and began to suck. Just as he told her. She didn’t even process it, just followed his lead mindlessly now. As her lips formed a seal around the base of his fingers, she began to swirl her tongue around them. Another spiral! Sally was so pleased to have found another spiral, even the salty taste seemed quite pleasant now. Everything was more fun with spirals consuming her mind.

Feeling his little hypnotized plaything’s expert tongue play on his fingers, Ryan was rock hard. He could see that Sally was close to orgasm too, probably had been for a while, the way her cunt was dripping. So he slowly pulled his fingers out as he leaned into her ear and whispered.

“Good girl. I want you to do the same thing. Spiral just like that, with what I put in your mouth next.”

Sally’s head moved up and down slowly, as if nodding. “Spiral…again…yeah…” she mumbled between sensual moans.

Then she felt her head being turned slightly. Away from the spirals. She tried to keep her gaze on the screen but couldn’t help being forced to look away. When her head was turned she was met with a hard, throbbing cock pressed boldly against her lips. It was so hot on her lips! And the smell made her dizzy. Maybe she was already dizzy…

“Just like before remember, the spiral.” Ryan reminded her.

“Spiral…” she parroted, eyes wide as she gazed at the veiny rod in her face. Without another thought, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, slowly swallowing the fleshy monster whole. Once it was firmly buried in her throat and she was struggling to go any further, Sally’s tongue went back to that same spiral motion.

She could hear Ryan grunting as she continued the spiral. Her hands were still rubbing her nipple and pussy in those wonderful spirals. She was moaning into his cock like a stupid little slut, which only seemed to make it throb and twitch harder. The more it twitched, the hotter it felt. And the hotter she felt.

Even though she wasn’t looking at the screen, with her eyes closed she could still see all the spirals. If anything, they were even more vivid now. Each time his cock spasmed in her mouth they seemed to dance and glimmer. It was so beautiful. She needed to make him spasm even harder. She redoubled her efforts to make the perfect spiral with her tongue around his cock as her breathing became so ragged and her whole body itself was writhing.

Something was coming. Something big. All the spirals lead her here. She could feel it…it was…it was…

Her eyes burst open as Ryan exploded into her mouth. Hot cum pouring down her throat in a continuous flood. As if triggered by that, her own crotch exploded with heat. Her spirals became sloppy and frantic as her pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably and her eyes fluttered. She was cumming. Cumming and drowning in Ryan’s cum at the same time.

But the spirals. The spirals filled her vision the whole time. They had imprinted themselves directly on her retina in that moment. Her whole world was flooded with beautiful spirals and she could only gaze at them in awe as she came and swallowed in a wonderful cycle. A spiral of orgasm. It was bliss. Sally was lost in the spirals, and that was just fine.

“Uhhh…fuck. I came so much!” Ryan was a little shocked himself at just how well this had turned out.

He pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva and cum down her chin as he tapped it on her still extended tongue a few times. Sally only responded with a mindless moan. She was staring forward blankly even now, though her expression was no longer the sleepy dull gaze from earlier. No, it was a distinctly eager emptiness. Like everything but pleasure had been drained from her brain. She seemed so peaceful and so slutty at the same time. Brainless and drooling cum as he rubbed his cock across her face. He felt like he was marking his property at this point, slathering her dopey face with his slick cock.

“Good girl. See, told you that you needed to see those spirals!”

Sally had only one word to say to that. The only word that seemed to stick in her newly reformatted brain.

“Spirals!” she gargled, still shivering and sweating like a needy slut.

“The good thing about spirals is…they never end.” Ryan commented, feeling the urge to start round 2. He loved spirals.

They both did.

[deluweil]

Lol.. first they promote the hell out of things only to cut it and then they go and delete critical comments on Insta... nicely done ABC.

Guess someone had to do overtime to delete over 500 comments on the Oliver reel. First I checked it was over 700, then suddenly you couldn't click on the answers anymore and now there are about 240 comments left.

Only a few about the cut karaoke. A lot where about how they bait and keep the transphobe around. All those seem to be gone now.

I have a bad feeling about this.

LOL yeah, PR team made a big boo-boo 😂

Not the first time, mind you, Fox used to make the same mistakes I wonder if these are the same ppl.

Also they are not responsible for the cuts, they work with what they get from the director and producer along with showrunner's descision.

Considering Oliver was talking about his favorite parts being filmed at the bachelor party and how much fun they had and how much they drank just to get through that karaoke scene, I'm guessing all cuts were made last minute and the responsibility is less on the PR ppl and more on the decision makers who has been known to be pathological liars over the years.

Moderation in the comments of a tv show is good to a degree imo, I've seen many pages on IG of big soccer teams and tv shows where the comments aren't moderated and it all borders on harassment and negative vibes between the fans themselves and the actors see it more than the decision makers anyway and the ppl talk about why they take a step back from social media.

Do I want the Marisol actress on the show? absolutely not, and that was before I found out about her bad joke on ig. - If you're a public figure and want to get work (in the US at least, where I come from if they fired every idiot who opens their mouth out of turn everybody would be out of a job) you keep your mouth shut and keep your account clean, she only has herself to blame for the hate she gets, especially considering that she didn't even apologize.

But sadly, she is here, crossing my fingers she won't be for long, not only because she's is a bad person, but also because her character is so lukewarm and trivial it's bordering on the absurd.

I am sad for Ryan and Oliver because they seemed so excited about these scenes in the bachelor party and the put in a LOT of effort into it.

BUT if that means the episode of Madney wedding focuses on Madney and nothing else, I am more than okay with that.

That is why you make the bachelor party in a separate episode, or like in CF in Mouch's party, you see them in the elevator dreading what may come, the get to the door figuring out that they've been played and that it is going to be a kick-ass party - the door closes- and opens up again in the morning and they all step exhausted and hungover into the elevator where it's clear the party was epic!

In 10 episodes season, you need to plan out, in advance, your time and scenes carefully, clearly it doesn't happen on 911,

My biggest fear is that from the hour and 15 minutes that were cut into 43 minutes, that the episode would feel rushed and not have emotional impact a Madney wedding should induce and maybe it would have been better if they cut guest stars storylines and calls down to make more room for a proper ceremony.

A kidnapping at this point feels like an overkill, they could have gone for a rough and dangerous call before the wedding and after everyone walk away, they are seen later that day or the next. at the wedding with a beautiful ceremony, like in Cruz's wedding in CF.

I really hope this episode focuses on Madney, everything else is completely unnecessary, I would be pissed if this episode focused more on other ships and take the spotlight off of Madney.

And the PR team should be handed the RIGHT materials in order to make a valid promo and post the right promotional pictures because otherwise it looks like they're deceiving the fans on purpose and that could be the reason why ppl would stop watching the show, ppl don't like to be played for fools.

Now, knowing that everything we were told we'll see was cut, and that final cut was made last second and SO much was cut, I have a bad feeling too, I am hoping we are both wrong. Because they can't afford another 6x18 episode - the format should be better with the move to abc not stay just as bad.

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || as fathers

a/n : YALL LIKE MY LUXIEM HCS MORE THAN MY OTHER ONES SO HERE U GO LMAO 😭 ill feed u guys some more luxiem content before mysta graduates [sobs louder]

SHU YAMINO

TYPICAL ASIAN DAD

but minus the yelling and stuff

hes just pretty damn strict but like he loves you all the same

if you get an A+ in maths, GOOD JOB, HE'LL TREAT YOU TO ICE CREAM [and maybe a magic show WWWW]

if you get a D-, he'll probably say something along the lines of : " try harder kiddo! you can get a higher mark next time! do you want me to help you study? "

he will definitely show up at all of your events and stuff like that to cheer you on

b a n a n a

omg he would accidentally get banned from ur school games bc he keeps helping you with his witchcraft stuff

LUCA KANESHIRO

OMG HES THE DAD THAT ALL YOUR CLASSMATES LOVE

hes the type to bring like the BEST FOOD during those potlucks ur school has

will panic if you bring math homework to him for help AJSHD

if he cant go to ur school events, HE WILL SO FIND A WAY TO GO, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A MOMENT

ur little sibling would deadass be a dog.

like no shit, this man would want a dog

and that dog is ur sibling

he and his mafia men would be the ones to raise you [FUCKING BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF HIS MEN IS A WOMAN AND SHE IS UR MOTHER FIGURE]

" oh, don't worry kid, you'll get it next time!! if you're ever feeling down, just know your dad thinks that you're pog! "

you dont know how to tell him that saying pog as a [however old he is] man is a little cringe, but you love him for it (IN A FAMILIAL WAY)

IKE EVELAND

a very chill dad when it comes to homework and grades

unless it was english

if you get a low score in english

THIS MANS IS RUTHLESS. HE WILL GET YOU TO READ. A LOT.

but if you get tired of it, he'll let it go

i feel like he'd be the parent who IS your teacher at school

oh boy, you should dread first day if he's your english teacher

" class, i'd like you all to know, im only fucking one of your mothers. " [all jokes LMAO he wouldnt embarrass you like that..... or would he?]

if you get a low score in any subjects or like if you flunk a test, he'll hug you and say:

" don't cry, you've made me proud already. i love you kiddo, and none of those test marks will change that. just tell me if you ever need help okay? i'm always happy to help you with those. "

MYSTA RIAS

BRO OMG HES THAT ONE DAD WITH INSANE SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE

SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOLLOW HIM ON TWITTER??

the most laidback out of all the luxiem guys about homework

doesn't mind if you flunk it, as long as you did your hardest, it's a pass in his book

he cant physically help you with homework

its a british debuff /j

like he would stare at the pythagorean theorem and go 'uhm....'

HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH ALL YOUR FASHION DILEMMAS

there to listen to all the GODDAMN TEA!! like how dare jessica cheat on james like that with ryan??

dude is like the communal dad if any of ur friends dont have a father figure, he'll be there for them too

" oh you flunked your math test? it's alright!! you'll get it next time. they give you too much tests nowadays you guys are all probably burnt out... how about we watch a movie? your mind needs to destress. "

VOX AKUMA

SHAWTY HAS FLIRTED WITH YOUR TEACHERS MORE THAN ONCE

LIKE YOU GOTTA STOP HIM, HIS RIZZ IS TOO MUCH

also that one dad for some reason everyone likes

hes like pretty strict, but its because he wants the best for you

WOULD GET BANNED FROM TRYING TO GO TO UR SCHOOL GAMES BC HE GETS SO PISSED LMAO

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY GET A FOUL?? THEY DIDNT EVEN HIT THE OTHER KID??? "

hes the demon you and ur friends would try to summon at sleepovers

" kid, please, i love you and all, but dad needs to fucking rest. please stop summoning me. "

AND YOUR FRIENDS WOULD SCREAM WWWW

anyways, hes pretty damn smart so hes gotchu covered when it comes to homework help

unless it was history.

history pisses the fuck out of this ancient man.

he will rant about how incorrect the history books are and you'll get nowhere with homework

" oh, darling, it's alright. i'm not disappointed in you and i won't be when it comes to homework. i get it, sometimes it's hard and you don't understand it, but that's when you ask for help, alright? i won't ever shame you for asking me for help. "

a/n : i hope yall r fed this took me 30 minutes to shit out and clean up also i think its obvious whos my favourite in luxiem LMAOO

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

was thinking abt how my ideal doctor/yaz is when they love each other only sliiiightly more than they hate themselves, but then i was like, you know what might be better actually? if they dont love each other at all

i mean think about it. it's easy. they cant. they havent, like, build a life together. they never had to. love is a promise they didnt make

what passes for romantic feelings for companions in the doctor i think generally is idolisation. yaz has definitely been idolising. depending on your take the doctor might also have been the object of her first queer feelings ever. shes unattainable in like every way for yaz. theres no future to imagine here. there never was. i dont think either of them ever assumed there would be either. theyve had their eyes on the finish line since the beginning

so imagine a reunion. yaz and 14. every barrier now lifted. the doctor no longer lives a life of running from one place to the next; no more being with the doctor means neglecting home. hes suddenly emotionally available too. and they both know,,,Everything. they both know everything theyve never talked about. they reach the finish line and crash over it, into each other, no one had plans for this. a mess

so time to build, right? this is everything they wanted, right? except, is it? they only know each other in extremis. two adrenaline junkies in shared search of a fix. two people unable to stop running, forcibly grounded. yaz has five years of unspoken grievances to air. the doctor about five thousand of unspeakable memories. this is two peas in a powder keg

the doctor attaches in extremes, with abandon, yaz only cautiously, with reservation. neither of them know how to do friendship very well. theyve spent years afraid of losing each other, do you think theyre gonna be able to tolerate being apart now? even if being around each other is pressing every wrong button like a novice pilot or one who never read the manual, and inevitably leads to arguments they both know are years out of date but cant stop themselves from having anyway?

their coping mechanisms might have been malformed but now theyre taken away. dont you think theyre gonna come up with something to replace picking fights with daleks? we've got ptsd à deux and nowhere to go. if they cant be helpful at least they can keep busy. picking fights with each other. having sex with each other, because hey we got this newfound queer sexuality we should try it out, right? none of this is quite right but we're not gonna stop to think now, are we? 

should we talk about the gender thing? oh but youre a timelord, billions of years beyond this petty human obsession. but, youre not. so why not obsess a little. rather this than the other stuff. and yaz likes you as a woman. and rose gets all this trans stuff. keep weaving them in because if you stop they might just fall out. of your orbit, the world, the universe, the story. you'll never see them again and you'll be all alone. again. better keep tying knots

how long until they realise this is worse than it was? how long before they can admit it to themselves? how many people to suggest, to one or the other, that hey maybe you guys should spend some time apart? go on vacation, find a hobby, get a job, talk to other people, give yourself a break. how many people to get snapped and yelled at because what do they know? what does anyone know? nobody does, nobody gets it. ryan and graham left, dan came in too late. nobody else lived their days. nobody could possibly understand whats between them. including them

it's yaz who tries breaking up, of course. takes too long to get there, but she would get there. eventually. the doctor gets mean, all "glad to be home?", all tooth and nail and you cant leave me i leave you, all scoffs and snarls, "we're not together, yaz"

"sure, whatever you say"

but if people stop watching doctor who kills himself. the doctor doesnt say this, of course. but yaz is very proficient in all the ways the doctor does not say things

"yeah well, survived it last time, so"

she doesnt clarify who. doesnt need to. the game of chicken never ended, only changed shape. who falls first, who realises first, who admits first, who stays alive longest after the universe ends. and now, perhaps, whos gonna reach for desperate measures first

place your bets

[being-of-rain]

73 Yards is an episode of Doctor Who. Kinda.

They just put a little horror movie in the middle of the season! And I enjoyed it! I think a big reason I'm really enjoying this season is that it's taking some big swings, trying some unique stuff. Of course I wish we had 13 episodes, but I'd rather 8 episodes that get experimental with it than a hundred by-the-numbers stories (Sorry Nick Briggs). (Sorry for the drive-by at Nick Briggs, it's just hard to resist sometimes).

This episode certainly took advantage of the supernatural available to it, as I hoped this season would. And by playing into the rules of horror (and Doctor Who is allowed to be any genre it wants,) it left a lot up to interpretation, which was very interesting and had my girlfriend and I discussing it for a while after it ended. I thought it was drawing some connection between ancient curses and right-wing politics, which is fair. And watching Ruby weaponise her ancient Welsh curse to make the prime minister resign was very funny and satisfying. I think I saw people somewhere talk about how a common thread through a lot of the situations and horrors was isolation and ostracism, which is a thread I want to pull on next time I watch it. Which might not be soon, because (as I might expect from RTD,) this was a bit bleak for me to be a common rewatch. But I love seeing people's various theories on the episode, keep 'em coming.

As for Ruby... I hate to say it, but I don't think this episode really endeared her to me more than any other. She's still a great performance by Millie Gibson (the youngest-looking 40 year old on the planet, bless this show,) and she's still a very capable protagonist. But personally, I'm just not getting anything more interesting than that from her. I'm glad the show so far hasn't been putting a crazy amount of stress on the fact she's adopted, but it hasn't given her any issues to replace that. I've seen people read some interesting stuff into her after this episode, but I didn't get any of it from the episode itself. I didn't even really know what she was thinking while she was growing old alone; you can assume 'sad,' but the episode didn't pause to give me anything more than assumptions. I should move on instead of saying this every episode, but I was hoping this ep would change my mind. Maybe she's one of the rare companions I just won't really click with. Or maybe, like Ryan, she'll become my favourite just before she leaves. Then again, aren't we getting a second companion next season? I'd love a new dynamic.

What else? Kate! She was a pleasant surprise, being as helpful as ever (sorry Kate) and making this her 10th episode! Which feels weird to say about a character who's had like 48 episodes of her own spin-off audio show. Oh but you know what else is weird to say? Kate's line "I think this timeline might be suspended along your event." What are you talking about Kate?? How would you even know that?! I assume the line's there to future-proof the episode against later Dr Who plots interfering with this one, but since when does Dr Who care about that. The line feels so out-of-place and meta (as well as kind of spoiling the ending by immediately making me think 'oh so this whole timeline is going to get undone then,') that I think they shouldn't have bothered.

Anything else to say? It felt a little weird that the episode takes a stand against the stereotype of rural Welsh people being isolated and insular by having a bunch of rural Welsh people be cruel to a nice person just because she's an outsider. Oh and they acknowledged Susan Twist's appearance in each episode then, I'm curious what that will turn into.

Speaking of season mysteries, I keep seeing the fan-theory 'they're in a TV show' turn up everywhere online. Which is a cool idea that Dr Who could pull off, but I've yet to see a single piece of convincing evidence for it. Keep coming up with bizarre and unsupported theories Who fans, don't ever change.

Oh and here's a really niche and petty complaint! I wish the show would stop using the phrase 'perception filter'. I think when it was first used, in series 3 I think, it was about something relatively specific, technology that Time Lords use to make something not draw attention (unless attention is drawn to it). But since then the phrase has been rolled out for shape-changing, invisibility, natural abilities as well as technology by any species under the suns, it can affect your memories, and hey now magic Welsh curses use it too. Personally, I think it's lost all meaning and feels a lot more like cheap and lazy writing than worldbuilding.

Okay! Those thoughts turned into me saying I loved the episode then listed a bunch of very petty complaints. But I did love it! More magic please. Maybe slightly happier one.

I'm not sure there's anything in the second half of this season I'm really hyped for, but after enjoying the first half a lot, I'm curious what'll turn up!

[idiotwithanipad]

Sharp Tongued

Amy (my OC) catches ear of the other ghost's treatment of Humphrey in the past and takes matters into her own hands...

(TW: Threats of violence, Anger, Amy being feral to protect her dad friend, The ghosts getting slandered so beware all of them get shit😂👍🏻, Cursive language)

"I mean- don't you ever want to spend time with anyone other than me? I'm boring as hell" Amy questioned, gazing toward the sunlit window. The head of the Tudor man rested on her lap, her fingers gently scratched through his hair, a gesture she'd never been able to shake; call it habit, call it a stim? 

"Well, truth be told, you're the nicest with me" Humphrey mused, a slight chuckle echoed the end of his sentence. 

"Really? Not even Kitty?" Sheer confusion swamped Amy's words, unable to comprehend any of this situation. 

"Oh no, not Kitty. She's a dear little thing, asside from accidentally kicking me from time to time- uh, by accident of course..." Humphrey emphasized. 

A twinge of uncomfortableness struck at Amy's heart at the thought of Humphrey's head being discarded and left on the floor like a rock; it seemed barely any ghost in the house paid him any mind. 

"And- no one else, for real? Like ANYONE?" Amy bit her tongue and retracted her fingers from his hair. 

"Well, I DO like being able to join in, but it usually comes at a cost. I'm either used for something or left behind again while the conversation leads elsewhere in the house" Humphrey explained, he tried his hardest to mask the slight hint on sadness in his voice as he admitted the unfortunate truth. 

Amy's brows lowered, her eyes flicking over towards the door to the passageway. 

"Used for something?" Amy asked, more to herself than the head. 

"Yeah. Maybe one day I'm on guard duty or the next I'm a football" He joked, his eyes flicking up to try and meet the girl's gaze. 

"And who does that?... "

In the Common Room, the group chatted amongst each other. They blissfully ignored the livings who booked in and checked out, the staff typing away at the front desk keyboards, and the golfers seeking shelter from the hot sun. 

The novelty of new livings to watch had dwindled down to being just another everyday occurrence; though there was much excitement in watching them go about their day, the group still favoured food club and 'what would you wear today?' club. 

"I still reckon Ryan would've gotten a birdie if he'd stuck to using his putter" Pat reasoned. 

"No no, it was his aim, that's his problem. Not enough accuracy in the swing" The Captain commented as he tucked his stick beneath his arm. 

"Why not just kick ball into little hole?" Robin questioned with a sharp itch to the back of his ear. 

"That sort of defeats the purpose of the game, mate" Pat replied, bouncing on his heels. The caveman disregarded Pat's answer with a dismissive wave of his wrist before he reclined further back into the chair. 

A whistful sigh cut the group short as they turned their attention to Thomas who sat idle by the window. 

"You alright, mate?" Pat asked, his eyes shifting amongst the others, deciding whether or not he'd just metaphorically dug his own grave deeper by asking the poet what troubled him. 

The romantic averted his gaze from the window and towards Pat. 

"I heard her crying again today. Weeping so dearly. To think... That fool of a man with whom she showered with her affections would dismiss her so coldly... " Thomas lilted in sorrow. He had become beguiled with a woman who had been staying at the hotel for a few days now, and had caught ear of her boyfriend cheating on her. 

"So coldly..." Thomas repeated, his brow arching as his eyes fought back from watering. He brought his bloodied cuff up to his mouth and blinked a few times. 

"I'm going to collect myself, and maybe prepare a poem should she die here..." Thomas said, an exaggerated crack in his voice led the others to believe it was just another one of his over-dramatics.

As Thomas neared the doodway to the stairs, Amy blocked his path, Humphrey's head tucked under her arm. Her face held determination and mild fury. Thomas halted quickly and straightened himself. 

"Oh! Evening, Amy. I hoped you wouldn't see me in such a state of-"

"Your poems are crap!"

A shrill and flabbergasted shriek fell from the poet's lips as he clutched at his face, his eyes buldged wider as he started at the girl in shock. The sound caused the group to spin around and notice Amy's presence. 

"THAT'S for kicking Humphrey in the head all those times!" Amy spat, tightening her arm around Humphrey's head, who's eyes were now glued onto Thomas. 

"What's going on here? What's the reason for all this hostility?" The Captain asked as he stepped around the sofas towards Amy who walked past Thomas who still stared in horror. 

Amy's eye twitched. She looked amongst the seats for the next ghost who had done Humphrey dirty in the past. Her eyes scanned each of them until she spotted Julian sat opposite Robin by the fireplace. She paced towards him before The Captain blocked her path. 

"Did you hear me, young lady? What's the meaning of this?" He demanded. 

He was caught of guard by Amy's finger pointing up under his chin, threatening to jab her finger into his throat harshly. 

"You better keep your petty little demands to a minimum, or I'll shove that stick up your nose..." Amy threatened, overdoing the amount of fury in her eyes, although she did mean business in this moment. 

The Captain reeled back and stuttered, brushing off his front and seemingly searching for a comeback as Amy shoved past him and towards Julian who now fiddled with his tie in trepidation. 

"I know about your little volleyball game with Humphrey's head. If I hear it happen again, there's four inches of solid platform heel on the end of my foot and it'll be right up the bollocks for you, mate!" Amy growled, holding onto her exaggerated glare. 

Julian shuffled back in his seat and stuttered something incoherent. A gruff chuckle caused Amy's eyes to flick to the right. Robin seemed to be finding the situation amusing and tried to hide his smile behind his hand. 

"Oh, your turn then?" Amy said, tilting her head slightly. Humphrey's eyes screwed shut and he clenched his teeth as Amy stood before the caveman who now looked between the girl and Julian in concern. 

"... No?" Robin said, hiding the tremble in his voice. 

"You-" Amy paused, she couldn't recall anything Humphrey mentioned that was caused by Robin specifically, apart from one thing. 

"Y-you scared him when he died!" Amy bent down towards Robin, her eyes wide; she really had no dirt on Robin in this situation, but she didn't want to let her defensive mask slip just yet, there was still much to say. 

Amy righted herself and turned towards Fanny who gawked at her in shock. 

"And you..." Amy spat, leaning her weight on one leg. Under her arm, Humphrey mouthed a brief 'sorry' as Fanny brushed at her knees. 

"He's like half your age, AND you didn't ask permission with your little... games" Amy cringed, remembering the grizzly story of Fanny and Humphrey's body's little fling. 

Fanny gasped in horror and straightened her back. 

"Excuse me!?" She blurted as Amy paced towards the door, Humphrey's head still clutched under her arm. As she reached the doorway, Amy spun around and pointed to all of them who watched her in shock; the usually mild and quiet girl reduced to a mindless bundle of thuggery and insults. 

"And this one goes out to all of you.." She blurted. Humphrey practically bit his lip, hoping that it wouldn't cut the group too deeply. 

"I know about your little incident with that Alison woman. Yeah. The crazy bitch who tried to take her money? You guys tried to stop her, but it was technically Humphrey who warned Alison about the- fraud business! But did you invite him to your little dinner party? No you bloody well didn't!" Amy shouted, that one hit closer to home than she would've thought. 

The group seemed taken aback to recall that night. They didn't even bring him to the table that night. None of them even bothered to go back and pick up his discarded head after he'd been kicked away. How long HAD be been left out there for? 

Even The Captain cleared his throat and lowered his gaze. The rest of the group shared his guilt. Amy nodded and scoffed. 

"That's what I thought..." She sneered as she ascended the stairs with Humphrey's head who didn't dare say a word. 

"She's right..." Pat whimpered, adjusting his glasses. 

The group mumbled in agreement and sat in silence for a while, thinking back on all the times Humphrey had been absent for any occasions the rest of them gathered as a group. 

Upstairs, Amy paced back and forth in front of Humphrey who's head rested against a cushion on a chair, watching her go back and forth waving her hands and cracking her knuckles. 

"I mean- who do they think they are sometimes? They can't just- ABANDON you ALL the time! What if I hadn't died? Would you still be under a table or outside?!" Amy ranted. 

"Poppet?..." 

"I'm actually surprised at Kitty, she's one of my best mates aside from Silver, and even SHE didn't go find you?" 

"P-Poppet?.." 

"I swear, sometimes I'd love to just- punch them all in the mouth- maybe not Kitty or Robin, but- MOST of them-"

"Amy"

Amy paused and turned to face the head who looked at her with a straight and serious expression. She scuffed her boot on the floorboards and jammed her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. 

"That's enough" Humphrey asserted. He began to regret telling Amy any of those things, for her sake. 

"Sorry. It's just- I thought they were better than that..." Amy said quietly, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs. 

"Don't get yourself wound up over me, I'm just a talking head at this point" Humphrey mused, though his assertive tone still trickled through his words. 

Amy averted her gaze lower, feeling guilty for putting Humphrey through all of that little fiasco downstairs. 

"But if I don't stand up for you then they'll-"

"That's not your job, Poppet. You do enough for me as it is" Humphrey smiled. 

Amy was about to combat him with more reasons for her to defend him, but all that came was a soft sigh and a shake of her head. 

Her brow creased as she wandered over to a small shair by the wall, dropping herself down onto it. Humphrey's eyes followed her every move, watching to make sure she had calmed down. 

"I just don't understand why they do it to you. They either neglect you or hurt you..." There was a pinch of hate behind Amy's words as she flicked her eyes towards the closed door. 

If Humphrey could shrug right now, he would. 

"I dunno either. Perhaps they just miss being able to touch things- you know, carry things around, play. I don't mind the throwing and the catching, it's just the kicking and the whacking and the hair dangling that bothers me a bit..." Humphrey said truthfully. 

"Well THEY'LL each be kicked and whacked where something else dangles if they carry on, for real..." Amy growled"

Humphrey tutted and rose his brows, flashing her an assertive sideways glare; he loved Amy dearly, but this tone on her really made her someone he didn't recognize. He admired her spark, but he wanted to bring back her softness. 

Amy shrugged and adjusted her useless headphones, for a brief second she felt as though she were back in the head master's office at school for misbehaving. 

"Hey?.." His voice gathered Amy's attention again as she glanced back up at him from her chair. 

Humphrey gave her a warm smile and a blink. 

"Thank you"