#i literally threw up last night cause i worked myself up into such hysterics . like lmfao... | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

uswnt-keeper · 3 years

Text

Focus Isn’t My Strong Suit

Prompt by @cpaeralricey: Can you do a Kelley x youngersister!reader quarantining together and the reader has to to do School online but struggles cause of their ADHD and just lots of fluff and Kelley helping the crazy kid out. Does that make any sense? If not don’t worry about it.

Note before we start. Sorry if this is terrible, I don’t have ADHD so I don’t really know what it’s like, I tried to make this is fun as possible. Also just for future reference I will no longer be writing Kelley, Alex, or JJ fics. (There will be my final Alex post today, but that’s it).

This royally sucked... like to a whole other level of sucking... does that sound weird? It sounds weird, oh well... whatever. That’s not the point, the point is, I’m stuck doing online school, which normally isn’t that bad, but it all kind of happened all at once.

You see, I’d been flown out to visit Kelley, my older sister, in my spring break which happened to be at the beginning of March. I hadn’t seen her in a long time between her traveling for different teams, and I missed her. I miss all of my siblings honestly. Jerry was off doing business man things, and Erin was off hanging with her besties on some beach somewhere. Kelley was the youngest of my older siblings, but shes 32, I’m 16, big age difference there. I’d been adopted by my family at a young age and so, of course there would be an age difference, but they were family and Kelley and I were close.

Anyway, back to my main point of how much this sucked. The nation went on lockdown literally a week into my stay, I couldn’t leave for the airport or anything and Kelley’s games and trainings were suspended after the SheBelieves cup, even the Olympics were cancelled. So I was stuck, but that wasn’t what sucked, I was with Kelley, that was great, but then came online school.

Online school, for someone like me, is the worst possible option. I struggled with ADHD and paying attention in a normal class, but sitting on my own in a room of distractions would be even worse, I mean... how was I NOT suppose to say dream or cheat on a test?!

Not only that, but I was awaiting my prescription, we had to start ordering it so it shipped to Kelley’s apartment in Utah. So with that going on, we were now in late March and we realized it would be another day before my pills arrives... and I was out.

“Kelley!” I yelled from my bathroom, looking at the empty bottle.

Kelley came rushing in, “What, what is it?!”

“I’m out of meds,” I said hyper focused on the writing on the bottle.

“Oh.... OH WHAT?!” She grabbed the bottle out my hands, shaking the orange container around as if she was trying to summon more pills to her.

“It’s just a day, it won’t be that bad right?” I said and Kelley looked at me with a glare.

“When was the last time you weren’t on your meds?” She asked.

I thought about it for a moment, “Uhh, probably before I was diagnosed.”

“So when you were bouncing off the walls?” She asked and I shrugged, walking out the bathroom.

“Look, I have school in like... oh actually I’m late,” I said looking at my phone, it was only 8, but class started at 7:45.

Kelley groaned as I rushed to my laptop, she had moved to the dining table after finding me staring at my ceiling for an entire class, she was fun as a sister, but her feeling of responsibly over me was unbearable.

I logged into the class with my camera off, apologizing for being late and I made up some random excuse. I looked to Kelley who had just walked out of my room, and she rolled her eyes at me and tossed me t-shirt. I muted myself and looked at her confused.

“You forgot to put one on,” she said before I could ask and I looked down at myself realizing she was right, so I begrudgingly pulled in on with a huff.

After my first class, I had my second period, which was a study hall, and I hated it, all I ever did was stare at off into space, which ended up happening this time too. I went through the whole school day, completely unable to focus on anything as I felt my ADHD consume my movements and thoughts.

“Y/N!” Kelley snapped me out of my trance, I realized she sat in front of me, working on something of her own, “Your teacher asked you a question,” she said.

I unmuted myself to apologize before asking her to repeat the question. The one good thing about ADHD was that I often retained large chunks of info if it was interesting enough, so I had the knowledge to answer the question this time.

When I muted myself again I sighed, it was times liked these I hated my condition, it was unbearable and made me miss so much shit.

“You okay Speedster?” A nickname Kelley had gifted me at the age of 4 when I literally couldn’t stop running around, it’s fitting now as I’ve followed in her footsteps and started playing soccer.

“I hate not being able to focus,” I complained and finally, as I said that, the class was over.

“Well,” Kelley started, closing my laptop for me, “Maybe you should walk around or something, get some focus back?” She asked, I sighed again, it was the best idea so far, “I’ll be here if you if you need me.”

I stood up, taking my computer to my room and threw it on the bed. There was no way I could focus on doing yoga or lifting weights, not at all. All I wanted to do was run around, do anything but what I was doing. It was probably about 5 minutes in my room before I rushed out my room, heading to the kitchen to search Kelley’s cabinets.

“What are you doing in there?” Kelley turned after I rummaged for a few minutes.

“Food,” I replied.

“If your hungry I can make you sandwich or something,” she said, looking away from her computer.

“Ughhhhh,” I complained, “A sandwich sounds so boring,” I groaned and she rolled her eyes at me, going back to the meeting she was in.

I left the kitchen, heading back to my room, sitting on my bed feeling restless. I tried writing and reading, I even did some homework, but eventually I got bored again, and I felt antsy. That is, until I found something I could compare to gold.

“No way,” I whispered to myself, pulling two things out from under the guest bed, “This is gonna be so much fun.”

Kelley’s POV

I was worried about Y/N, I knew she would feel bad about her ADHD, usually I’d go distract her, but I was caught in this stupid meeting for another few minutes. I was listening to what my manager was saying amongst the other people there, until something stung me.

I flinched, looking at my arm, then around me and at the floor, finding a... nerf bullet?

There was a click and another one hit my temple this time.

“Ow,” I complained, looking to where I heard giggling.

It was Y/N of course, hiding behind a cardboard cut out of me with a nerf gun reaching around it.

“Y/N, don’t you—“ She shot me again, laughing hysterically, I turned to my computer, “Listen guys, I’m gonna have to go, got something to sort out,” I said and they nodded as I logged off.

Y/N looked at me with a challenge, if this is what she needed to calm down, then I guess a little match wouldn’t be bad.

“It is so on,” I said, reaching into one of the kitchen cabinets.

“WHAT?! You have a nerf gun just sitting in your kitchen?!”

“Never know when it might come in handy,” I shot at her, the bullet sticking itself right in her forehead and she huffed and smiled.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“You wish,” I replied.

Turns out the one round turned into three hours of an intense and heated nerf battle, ending with Y/N surrendering to the couch where sweat fell from her head.

“Alright, alright, you win,” she said exhausted for once and I plopped down on the couch next to her.

“Told you I’d kick your butt,” I said.

“Surrendering doesn’t mean you kicked my butt,” she complained and I laughed.

“How you feeling?” I asked, looking to her now.

“Exhausted for the first time today,” she said with a smile, “Never thought I’d be happy to be tired.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to a hug, “You know there’s nothing wrong with your ADHD right?” I asked and she shrugged, “If you ever feel bad about it, remember that you can totally start a nerf war and it’s completely justified,” I said and she laughed.

“Thanks Kell.”

“Anytime kiddo.”

There was a pause.

“Do you have food?”

“I knew you wanted something.”

She laughed again and we spent the rest of the night eating and watching movies until we fell into a deep sleep.

#uswnt x reader #uswntxreader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #kelley o'hara x reader

192 notes · View notes

missmalice202 · 4 years

Text

Designing Your Melody: Chapter 06 - Cherry

Chapter 01 - Chapter 05

“DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!” Marinette screamed into her headset as she tapped the buttons on her controller as fast as her fingers would let her.

“Dang, girl. Leave some for the rest of us.” Alya’s chuckle filtered though her headphones over the sound of gunfire. Her orange mecha that had been built for speed and precision performed a deadly dance as she picked off the few stragglers that Ladybug’s mecha had left behind. “You’re out for blood tonight, aren’t ya? Tough week?”

‘Tough’ didn’t begin to cover how frenzied the last week had been for Marinette. After hemming and embroidering and sewing THOUSANDS OF FREAKING SEQUINS, Jagged Stone’s new ensemble was finally finished. Why she had agreed to undertake such a herculean task at the last minute, she had no idea. Well, that’s not entirely true. She knew exactly why she accepted the job: she loved Jagged Stone and she loved a challenge.

Still, the fact that she was stressed out and sleep deprived remained. However, she was still too jittery from the numerous cups of coffee she’d sucked down over the past few days to go to sleep yet, so she figured she’d meet up with her clanmates and play for a little while until she finally came down from her caffeine high.

“Rena, I haven’t slept in 36 hours, I’ve stabbed myself a dozens of times sewing on all those stupid sequins that I thought would be such a good idea to add to his design, and I’ve had enough coffee over the past week that Papa could probably use my blood to make some of his famous tiramisu, so even though I’m freaking exhausted, there’s no way I can fall asleep just yet. I need something to relax me, so here I am..”

“Seriously, dude,” Nino added, “When you told us what you were doing, I thought you’d finally fallen off the deep end. I mean, you’ve got to be crazy to try to design and sew a photoshoot ready outfit for one of the biggest rock and roll stars in the world in just a week!” His avatar, a bright green design with black goggles covering the cockpit, threw up a translucent energy shield over his clanmates that glowed with an ethereal green light, easily blocking the incoming attack of an enemy captain.

“Hey!” Marinette yelled at her friend as she rushed toward the mini-boss, swords flashing as her cherry red mecha closed the distance and she engaged with the enemy. “You make it sound like you didn’t think I could do it.”

“It’s not that, my lady,” soothed Adrien, aka Chat Noir. “We all had faith that you’d get the job done purrfectly.” His onyx mecha landed next to Ladybug, his staff whirling, performing a perfectly choreographed combo attack with his partner in battle. “Fur real, we were just concerned that purrhaps you had kitten off more than you could chew and ended up burning yourself out.”

She closed her eyes for a moment to collect herself. She could literally hear how smug Chat Noir was through her headphones. “For the sake of what little sanity I have left after this week, please don’t start with the cat puns, Chat.”

“Why, I’m feline a little offended here, bugaboo,” he teased. “I’m just saying that there’s no one else who clawed pull what you did off.”

“That last one was a bit of a stretch, kitty.” She should just ignore him, she knew that. You’d think she would have learned by now that when she responded to his bad jokes and ridiculous puns, he layed it on even thicker, just to annoy her. “Seriously though, I didn’t have much of a choice! You should have seen what the stylist wanted Jagged to wear. It was just,” she shuddered just thinking about it, “terrible.”

Rena asked, “How bad? Come on, girl, gimme some details!”

“Ugh, it makes me sick just thinking about it. Imagine Jagged Stone, wearing a powder blue, see-through lace romper..” Her three friends howled with laughter at the mental image she conjured, so she continued to describe the nightmare she had seen in full detail. “Just picture it: THE Jagged Stone, clad in skintight lace booty shorts, white fishnet stockings, and silver glitter loafers. They wanted to stuff him into a silver speedo underneath that ridiculous romper. That’s all! Nothing but a silver speedo and translucent baby blue lace!” she snorted with laughter as she remembered how utterly uncomfortable the poor singer had been when he showed her what the record label wanted him to wear for his promotional photo shoot. “Oh my god, it was awful! I wish I could unsee that sight, but it’s now burned into my memory to haunt me until the day I die. I couldn’t very well say no to his pleading after I saw that abomination.”

“Ladybug,” Chat Noir tried to calm down enough to talk, but he was obviously having a hard time since he had let his guard down and had been killed in the battle. He used his respawn time to finally compose himself enough to continue. “As a life long Jagged Stone fan, you have my eternal gratitude for sparing the public from that visual crime against humanity.” He dissolved into another fit of giggles, causing a chain reaction among their friends once again and distracting them from the battle currently underway.

“I know.” Marinette took a deep breath. “And here I thought that they couldn’t possibly come up with a worse marketing strategy after that whole “perfume ad album cover” debacle. Yeah, I was wrong. This was much, MUCH worse,” she scoffed.

They all laughed hysterically for a few more minutes before they were able to calm themselves enough to carry on their conversation.

“By the way, milady, are you going to be participating in Fashion Week next month?” Chat asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve finally garnered enough of a reputation as a legitimate designer for my collection to be allowed to participate in the newcomer designer showcase on the last day. I’ve got my collection finalized, so all I need to do is sit down at my machine and make the pieces.” Her fingers flew over the buttons of her controller, sowing a path of destruction in her avatar’s wake onscreen as a new wave of enemies arrived to back up their leader. “Now that I’m done with the Jagged Stone’s request, I’ve got the time to work on my showcase designs.” With a final flourish, she and Chat Noir defeated the enemy captain, leaving Rena Rouge and Carapace to deal with the reinforcements.

The gathered the mission rewards and traveled back to their base.

“Hey, Ladybug,” Rena began, “have you selected the models you’d like to walk in your show? I’m sure Kitty Noir over here would be more than happy to help you out if you need.”

While Alya understood that Adrien and Marinette would probably only be “just good friends”, once a shipper, always a shipper. Over the years, she still created opportunities for her two friends to be alone together in the hopes that something would spark between them and her OTP ship could set sail. Was it wrong to ship your friends? She didn’t think so. Nino disapproved of her antics at times, but she just couldn’t help it. She wanted her friends to be happy and in her mind, they were made for each other.

Marinette had tried convincing her friend that she was more than happy with the relationship she had with the handsome, blond model. She was more at ease with him now and he could be himself around her, even if that did include his utterly atrocious sense of humor. Seriously, the guy’s obsession with puns was borderline unhealthy.

“I’d love to wear your designs again, My Lady,” he purred.

“Won’t you be busy walking in your father’s show?”

“The Agreste show is on the first day. I’ll have plenty of free time after that. All you’ll have to do is get me some of your dad’s famous macaroons as payment.”

She was ecstatic. Having a famous model like Adrien Agreste would bring people flocking to her show, even if it was to see him, not her designs. But since he’d be the one wearing her clothes, it’d be like killing two birds with one stone. “You have a deal!” she squealed.

His chuckle echoed in her ears. “Honestly, I’m getting the better end of the deal. Don’t underestimate the power your family’s bakery has.”

“Awesome,” Alya cheered. “You’ve got your male model. Do you need a female model too or have you found one already?”

“Actually, I texted Juleka Couffaine and asked her if she’d be interested and she said that she’d do it,” she said. “I haven’t really spoken to her since high school since we kind of lost touch with each other, but I’ve seen some of the ads she’s sone and I think she’d be a good fit for the theme of my collection. She’s out of the country at the moment on a job, but she should be back sometime next week, so until then I can get started on what you’ll be wearing, Kitty.”

“Sounds good, Bugga-boo. I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with. Your designs are always so pawsome. I can’t wait to wear them for you on the catwalk.”

She shook her head once more at his antics. “I’ll give you the last one, since that’s a legitimate pun.” Alya and Nino’s laughter rang in her ears as they laughed at their friends’ banter.

“You know, we were wondering if you’d be online tonight, Ladybug, since you’ve been MIA all week.” Alya said. “The others were asking about you since they hadn’t heard from you, but I told them you’d be on when you were done with your work.” There was a brief silence before she teased, “Viperion was especially worried about you. He said how you guys had done some grinding the other night wondered where you had disappeared to since you’re usually on every night..”

The idea of Viperion worrying about her caused warmth to blossom in her chest. To be honest, she had missed the calming effect his presence had on her. “Speaking of which, where is he? Did he say he was going to be playing tonight?”

Nino told her that he had spoken to him earlier in the day and that he would probably be on much later, if at all because he would be working late on a project that he had to completely redo.

A little disappointed that she wouldn’t get to play with her online friend, Marinette decided to call it a night and logged out, finally ready to get some much needed sleep.

Chapter 07

*Sorry for the delay on posting. This chapter is just kind of a transition chapter, so unfortunately, not much is going on, but I really wanted cat puns and mental images of hard rockers in blue lace rompers hahaha. Next chapter will pick up and our sweet boi will get some screen time. I might even stop torturing him and throw him a bone ;D Until next time, Lovelies XOXO*

#lukanette #lukanette february #mlvalentines2k20 #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukanette fic #ml fanfic

40 notes · View notes

ticklishfanfictions · 5 years

Text

The Tickle Monster - Supernatural

“Hey, Dean, I think I found us a case,” Sam said. He threw a newspaper down on the table and pointed to the headline. “Fredericksburg, Texas. Woman was killed, but nobody knows how.” “Probably just another accident,” Dean replied, completely uninterested. Sam sighed. “That’s not all. Three more dead in the past week. All of them were found dead... smiling.” Dean looked up from his laptop. “Huh. That’s weird.” “Yeah, and nobody knows what killed them. I say we drive there.” Dean nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever.” “You okay, man?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s go check it out.” AT FREDERICKSBURG “I... I don’t know why I have to answer these questions,” she said, nearly in tears. “I already talked to the police.” “It’s, uh, a private investigation,” Dean responded. “Mrs. Wellington, did you notice anything odd or out of place the night your sister was killed?” Sam asked. Alyssa Wellington shook her head. “No. She was normal. Everything was normal.” “When did you last see her?” “She got home from work at 6 PM,” Alyssa, who couldn’t have been more than 25 years old, replied. “We had dinner.” “What did you eat?” Dean asked. “Why does that matter?” “We just want to know all the details,” Dean said. “We had chicken noodle soup,” Alyssa replied. “After dinner, she said she was going out with Larry for ice cream.” “Who’s Larry?” Sam questioned. “Her boyfriend,” Alyssa told them. “That was the last time I saw her.” “Did Larry and Rachel have a happy relationship?” Dean knew this was a personal question, but he also knew it could be a lead. “Yes, they loved each other,” Alyssa responded. “Rachel would always come home from her dates all happy and excited... to be honest, I’d never seen her so happy.” The young woman wiped a tear from her face. “You are her older sister, correct?” Sam asked. Alyssa nodded. “And... and we loved each other, too. More than anything.” “Did Rachel have any enemies?” Dean questioned. Alyssa’s face hardened. “No. Nobody I know would do this to her.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Sam said. Him and Dean walked out of her house calmly. “So what are you thinking?” Dean asked once they had walked for a little while. “I don’t know. I mean, smiling victims? And Alyssa said everything was normal.” “You think it was the boyfriend?” Dean wondered aloud. Sam shook his head. “No. I have a feeling it’s something I’ve never seen before.” “Hello, boys,” a voice said. Dean and Sam spun around to face a young girl. She looked about sixteen years old. Her hair was short and straightened. She was carrying a black purse. “Uh... hi,” Sam replied. “Can I help you?” “I think so,” the girl said. “You’re the Winchesters, right?” Dean and Sam looked at each other for a minute, then looked back at the girl. “And who might you be?” Dean asked. “What, you don’t recognize me?” She sighed. “Of course you don’t. That stupid demon never told you anything.” Sam exchanged a look with Dean. “What are you talking about? What do you know?” “I know what you’re hunting. And I can help you,” the girl said. “What’s your name?” Dean asked after a moment’s pause. “Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” she said. Sam nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, you mentioned a demon...” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I’m nothing like him.” “Nothing like who?” Dean wanted to know. “I’m forbidden from saying his name. He is my father, and he punished me one time with a curse. I cannot say his name,” Kennedy said. “But I can give you a hint.” She turned to Sam. “Moose.” Turning to Dean, she said, “squirrel.” Sam and Dean stared at each other with wide eyes. Kennedy sighed and looked down. “Look, I told you I’m nothing like him,” she repeated. “I just need you to trust me. I can help you.” “Oh, can you, now?” Dean asked threateningly. “You tell you father to burn in Hell.” “Dean,” Sam warned. “I hate him as much as you do,” Kennedy explained. “As I got older, I wondered what he did all day and why he was never home with me. When I was about... eleven or twelve, I found out what my dad was doing as a job. I disapproved. He killed a lot of people... especially hunters. I need to avenge their deaths.” For once, Dean had nothing to say. Sam looked into the teenager’s eyes. “Alright. You can help us,” Sam said. “What are we hunting?” Kennedy sighed. “You won’t like it. How about we go back to your motel first? We can talk there.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed. “This is Crowley’s secret daughter!” “Dude. Trust me on this one,” Sam told him before getting in the front of the Impala. Kennedy sat in the back. Dean rolled his eyes before getting in the car and driving, blasting the radio as always. AT THE MOTEL “So what is it?” Sam wanted to know. He sat down on the bed next to Kennedy. Dean sat across from them both. “Which one of you is older?” Kennedy asked. Sam pointed at Dean. Dean smirked and nodded. “Means I can kick his ass.” “Well, you’re screwed, Sammy,” Kennedy told him. Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “It goes after the youngest sibling first,” Kennedy said. “Then, if it needs more, which is unlikely, it’ll go for the older sibling. If there’s an only child, it leaves it alone. It feeds off of laughter.” “What is this thing?” Dean asked. “A tickle monster,” Kennedy replied calmly. Dean chuckled. “Yeah, right. Come on, Sam, let’s get her out of here.” Sam looked at Dean expectantly. “Dude, all the victims were smiling.” “The tickle monster isn’t real,” Dean claimed. “I’m the only one you’ll ever know, Sammy.” He smirked and winked at Sam, who groaned as he looked back at Kennedy. “You don’t have to believe me,” Kennedy said to Dean. “But your little brother here is probably next on the list, so I would either gank this thing or get the hell out of Fredericksburg.” “How do we gank it?” Sam asked. “Silver hurts it. Fire kills it,” Kennedy responded. “How do you know all this?” Dean questioned. “Cause I’ve come in contact with one myself. Unfortunately, I’m also the younger sibling,” Kennedy admitted. “Rachel was the youngest,” Sam said. “How do we kill this thing before it hurts anyone else?” “Easy,” Kennedy replied with a grin. “Bait.” THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS “You guys know the plan?” Kennedy asked. Dean nodded. “I’m ready if you are.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you be the bait?” “Aw, is wittle Sammy afwaid of a few wittle tickles?” Dean teased. “Must be nice, being the oldest,” Kennedy sighed. “Sam, it’s time.” “See you on the other side,” Sam said before walking into the woods and disappearing from our sights. About a minute of silence later, Dean started walking in the general direction that Sam was going in. “Hey! What are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan!” Kennedy whisper-yelled. “Sam needs us. I feel it,” Dean replied. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw next. Sam Winchester was tied with vines to a giant oak tree as a terrifying tickle monster dug into his underarms. Sam let out a loud screech before bursting into unmanly laughter. He yelled through his laughter to them. Kennedy giggled and watched as Sam kept laughing. Suddenly, the tickle monster changed tactics and launched a full-on tickle attack on Sam’s knees. This being his worst spot by far, the youngest Winchester literally screamed before guffawing in laughter. Sam’s entire body jerked around, desperately trying to escape the sensations that felt like tickly electric shocks to him. Sam knew he couldn’t take it much longer. After about thirty seconds, his body went limp and he went into silent laughter. It was then that Dean whacked the tickle monster with a silver pole. The monster yelled out in pain before sprinting towards Dean, leaving Sam tied up and helpless. Dean shouted out in surprise as the scary tickle monster quickly tied him up. He didn’t waste a second and attacked Dean’s ribs, making him squeal like a girl and hold his breath to hold back his laughter. The Winchesters had always been extremely ticklish. They got that from Mary. This trait didn’t benefit Dean, who nearly broke when the tickle monster found that one spot on his upper ribs right below his armpits. Dean barely managed to keep his laughter inside when the monster dragged his claws over his ribs, focusing on that one spot. That is, he controlled it until the monster dug into his ribs with a newfound strength. Dean screamed in surprise and sensitivity as the tickle monster zapped that spot on his upper ribs. He hadn’t been tickled in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it’d felt like, and he was not at all used to it. No, this felt like electric shocks that made Dean jerk to the left when his right rib was squeezed, and jerk to the right when his left rib was squeezed, and the torturous cycle just kept repeating itself. “SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean screamed. “Kennedy!” Sam yelled, struggling to get free from the vines. Kennedy didn’t respond; she was busy rolling around the floor laughing. “Just wait... till I tell my father... about this...” Kennedy wheezed, slapping her knee as she burst into laughter. “You bitch,” Sam muttered. Kennedy smirked as she stood up. “I knew you boys had a weakness besides family. So did Crowley. He just didn’t know what. But I’ve finally figured it out.” “Please,” Sam begged, turning his head towards Dean, who was in hysterics. “You have to help him. Crowley doesn’t want us dead.” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright. Shurale, leave him.” The tickle monster suddenly stopped tickling Dean and walked towards Kennedy. The little girl wasn’t the least bit intimidated. “You control that thing?” Sam gasped. This was the last thing he’d expected, even if the girl had been Crowley’s daughter. Dean was just as shocked, but he was still recovering from the tickling. “Of course I do, Sammy,” Kennedy said with a grin. “How else would I know exactly where he would be? Oh, and iron doesn’t hurt him any more than it hurts us. Of course, whacking anyone with silver will be quite painful, and he’s easily angered.” Kennedy gently stroked the creature’s skin. “Okay, well, can you at least untie us?” Sam asked. “Please?” “Aw, he begs!” Kennedy chuckled. “What do you think, Shurale?” All of a sudden, the tickle monster let out a loud shriek and sprinted straight towards Sam. Sam yelled out in surprise as the tickle monster started tickling his stomach. He instantly started laughing, not able to hold it back. “Hey, hey, Kennedy...” Dean panted. “I know there was some truth to what you said earlier. About disapproving what your dad was doing.” Kennedy was silent as she stared at the ground. Sam, on the other hand, suddenly screamed as the tickle monster went for the kill, digging into his stomach with no mercy. Sam desperately tried to escape. “Crowley’s not a good person. The things he does aren’t right. And you don’t have to be like him. You should make your own decisions,” Dean continued, trying to ignore his brother’s shrieks. Kennedy glared at him. “Shurale, GET HIM!” As the tickle monster ran towards Dean, he jerked around in his bonds. “No, no, no. Kennedy, we can talk about this.” “Already talked.” The tickle monster dug its fingers into Dean’s overly sensitive hips, making him yelp and go completely limp. “H-hey...” Sam managed to say through his rapid breaths. “You don’t have to follow Crowley’s orders.” “Shut up, Winchester!” Kennedy shouted before hurrying over to Dean, who was nearly dying of laughter. “Shurale. Armpits. Now.” Dean gasped as the tickle monster attacked his armpits. He was still laughing, but now he actually made some noise, proving that he could breathe. Kennedy leaned towards Dean’s ear and whispered quietly. Sam struggled to escape as he saw Kennedy squeezing the older Winchester’s hips, making him squeal and kick his legs out like a little kid. To Dean, it felt like a series of electric jolts. And he was completely helpless to the feeling. There was nothing he could do except listen to Kennedy’s words in his ear. He could barely focus on them because of her devilish hands tickling his hips in the most ticklish way possible. Dean has been shaking his head, trying to escape the sensations, but by the time Kennedy had leaned away from his ear, Dean was rapidly nodding. Kennedy grabbed one of the vines and pulled it ever so slightly. Sam was relieved when Dean managed to get one of his hands free and punched Kennedy in the face. It was a little messed up, considering she was a child, but Sam couldn’t care less at this point. Dean yanked at the vines, still laughing from the tickle monster. All of a sudden, the Shurale reared up with a howl and ran towards Sam. He started attacking Sam’s feet, making him yell and squirm. Sam’s entire body shook, even though the Shurale’s fingers only ran lightly over Sam’s feet. He couldn’t stand it and threw his head back in laughter. In the next five seconds, Dean got free from the vines and sprinted towards Sam. He grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed the Shurale in the back. “Backstabber,” Sam muttered, still panting as the tickle monster faded into the abyss. Gone. Dead. Dean chuckled. “Bitch.” “Jerk.” Sam jumped down from the tree. “Where’s Kennedy?” “Gone,” Dean responded. “What? How... she couldn’t have gone far. We have to go after her!” Sam exclaimed. Dean shook his head. “No. Dude, that thing was going to kill me. She saved my life.” “Oh, really?” Sam said, cocking his head to the side. “When was that? While she was tickling the crap out of you? While she was tickling the crap out of me? When?” “Sam, just listen, alright?” Dean started. “You know my hips are my worst spot. That thing would have killed me. She made it switch to my underarms, which aren’t nearly as bad.” “I beg to differ,” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes. “She told me I was right. She hates Crowley’s guts. She doesn’t want to be like him. But Sam, he’s threatened her. He’ll kill her if she defies him.” “Seriously?” Sam gasped. “How do you know she’s not lying?” “I don’t,” Dean said. “But it’s messed up. She’s sixteen. She’s being threatened by her father, who is the King of Hell.” “Crowley’s dead,” Sam argued. “No, he faked his death again,” Dean told him. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” “We have to help her.” Sam laughed. “After what she did to us? Hell no.” “Fine. I’ll help her myself. You’re just too damn ticklish,” Dean said with a chuckle. Sam shook his head. “You’re one to talk. Within thirty seconds of your hips being poked, you were done for.” “Same with you and your knees. Be glad I saved your ass,” Dean replied. “Bitch.” “Jerk.”

2 notes · View notes

writingsfromthenight · 5 years

Quote

Hi, I officially get to kill myself. It’s only a month into your sentence and I’ve almost OD on ibuprofen twice and tried running into oncoming traffic how many times? I think putting myself in a coma for the next year would be less painful than dealing with it.Today was horrible. First I went to bed crying because of your letter. You didn’t even write anything super deep and meaningful, it’s just that I miss you so much. It feels like period cramps, but in my heart. For you it would be like getting kicked in the balls, but I feel like it my heart. You always used to tell me to quit being a baby when it came to cramps and my nails breaking. That shit hurts though, my cramps aren’t bad its just that I end up not feeling well and I just want to lay down. But nails fucking hurt. When you come back in doing your nails and I’m going t rip one off. I broke two of mine today and one started bleeding. Seriously it hurts so bad but it’s like a really sharp sting, so I’ll be okay. It still hurts though. I woke up crying this morning because of my dream. I had a dream my family was going to New York for the weekend but I knew it was your weekend to come home so I decided to stay home. I love New York so me staying home was like a big deal in my dream. I was coming home and walked into my room and Lilly was there and she told me not to go into my moms room. I walked in anyways and I saw you fucking haley Schiller. I started screaming and hysterically crying and I just kept asking how you could do this to me when all I did was love you. You told me the only reason you did was because she told you she’s been saving herself for you. I told you how stupid you where and I told you what a whore she was and I still kept screaming and crying asking how you could do this to me. Then, I woke up crying so bad. Picture me red faced, tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, tear stains on all of my pillows, and I was unable to stop crying for 20 minutes. That is honestly my biggest fucking fear. I’m so scared that when you come back, you’re not going to want to be friends, you're not going to want to be a thing anymore, you're not going to like me that way, you’re going to be mad at me for some reason, you’re going to end up liking someone else like alters or Anna or someone else again, I’m worried another big fight is going to happen between us, I’m worried when you get back you’ll get into trouble again. I have so much fear for when you come back. I think the worst part is I can’t talk to you about it and ask you. All I can do is wait till you come back. Do you have these fears too? What what scares you the most abut coming home? How are you holding up? Seriously, when you get back I want to know every emotion you went threw and every fear you felt and every experience there. I’m so worried about you. I want you to call so bad and know how you’re doing. I was talking to Tyler a couple minutes ago cause I’m crying while writing this, he said your first home visit could be anywhere from 6-8 months. I can’t mentally do that. I really hope you write me a letter or get call me soon. This mental battle is something fierce. I can’t even imagine what you’re going threw. I won’t know until our phone calls aren’t limited by three dollars for 15 minutes. I miss our calls that would last of hours. I was listening to my voicemail and I found one that you left me. It was you screaming because I wouldn’t pick up. I also found one from when you got suspended for a day and you wanted your google verification numbers. You know what I was also thinking about today? Our trolly stop date. I remember wrestling behind the building for my vape. Watching you ride your faggot bike. I remember showing you dick pics under the table. I remember laughing at god knows what. Big dawn yelling for whatever reason. I miss hanging out. I didn’t talk about it yesterday, but in the letter you said you would come around more if you where off probation. I hope you do. I’ll be driving by then so we can go anywhere. It was light up night tonight and I wanted to go so badly with you. Next year I can drive us down town to that. It’s probably not as fun as it looks, but I still want to go. There’s so many things I want to do with you when you get out. But I honestly I don’t care if we do them, I just want you home. It snowed for the first time today. It reminded me of our trolly stop date, meeting you to give you the switch blade, and when you came over and we put a swim cap on your head. It hurts knowing those are memories and that I won’t see you for a while. I just want to hear your voice saying you’re doing okay and that you love me and I’ll see you soon. I still have hope, not a lot, but some. I hope you have hope too. I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you’re being good. Hope you write to me or call me soon. I’m going to try writing to you, once I know for sure where you’re at. I don’t feel like writing the same letter four times. I could type it, but it means more if it’s hand written. Writing these emails kinda makes time go by faster. I can’t believe it’s only been a month. In a way it feels shorter but also longer. I’m sure once it hits 2019 things will go by faster and with each event it will too. If I just focus on something else like thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, your birthday, valentines day (I’m actually killing myself then), my birthday, my moms birthday, getting out of school, and I’m sure there will be other things along the way. I don’t know how I'll handle summer. I already feel lonely enough in summer. I hope by then you get home visits. I really wish you could see these now and that you could re assure me everything will be okay. Like I said I’m going to try and write to you. On a goodish note though, they called me off work tomorrow. I’m working minimum fucking wage though, my paycheck is literally going to be two fucking dollars. When you come back I might not have a job after all. We’ll see. Only time will tell. Well I’m going to try and start my book. Did I tell you about that?I have 17 unread books, so I’m going to try and read them all before you’re officially home. Wish me luck! Please be good honey. Don’t make my heart cramps hurt more. I love and miss you so so so fucking much, Your tadpole

day 31 without my tadpole

#free my tadpole

1 note · View note

neruma-us · 6 years

Text

A look into the Past: Chapter Two

Chapter two

Finally the silence was broken as Tar’shal yelled out, even startling those sleeping. “What the fel is with you all?! I feel like you're waiting on a damn bomb to explode.” She could tell a few people sat nearby her screen.

All Sedic did was look up smiling at her “Maybe they are? Look at that stomach!” He broke out hysterically chuckling while Tar’shal grabbed the first thing she could and threw it at him. That only caused him to laugh even louder.

At the table three people sat with a female Sin'dorei literally jumping at the outburst spilling her drink “The fel...?” She was sure awake at this point now cleaning up the mess she caused. “Is this how they are thankful?”

With her a male Orc chuckles. “Usually they're not but this one is a soldier. Sure anything like this is getting on their nerves. They crave action but this? I feel sorry for them.” He lets out another chuckle.

The other member at the table just shook her head as she watched. She was a female shu'halo with white face painting and black fur. “I have seen bulls like this. No patience, so they get grumpy.” She propped her head with a hand leaning on the table looking to the blinds. “This better be worth it. I don’t enjoy staying up late in the first place.”

The Orc looks to the painted Shu’halo with a confused look. “This is about a child. Of course this is worth it.”

Even the Sin'dorei stared at the painted Shu’halo with confusion “The child is why I do this. Any child is worth all this waiting around. I could never live with myself leaving a mother to suffer alone in bringing this child in.”

The painted Shu’halo looked a bit panicked a moment before averting her gaze. “Right...Yeah, the child is important. I understand that part.” She waves her free hand dismissively “I’m here to help. That's all that matters. Do we have any clue if it will happen?” The Orc and Sin’dorei both looked at each other, falling silent. Neither of them, nor anyone, had a clue except for possibly the one bull who traveled with the female. That very bull sat now with a bandage wrapped around his head and yet with a smile on his face. The scroll he had worked on was now tucked away and his focus was on Tar’shal. There had to be a sign the child was coming, but no matter what she held a firm expression. Rising up, Sedic moved to take a look at Tar’shal, speaking softly. “It’s alright. Tell me...is everything in place? Water not broken or in to much pain?”

Tar’shal finally looks to Sedic answering with a grunt, “Just fine like usual. Look, just send everyone off. It’s not happening…”

While she tried being strong, her words carried a bit of worry. Sedic made note of it but felt maybe she was right and the stress was affecting her. Without arguing he began to walk towards the blinds poking his head out to address the waiting aid. “Forgive me but...I don’t think it will be tonight. She does not seem ready.”

He is interrupted by Tar’shal speaking up from behind “Uh Sedic? ...can you come here?”

It brought confusion as he pulled his head back and looked at Tar’shal. It only took a moment before his eyes saw a tear running down her cheek. Suddenly, he moved over, panicking as now he realized what is going on. All this time as a soldier, he should have known they were trained to ignore pain unless it was dire. He knew this pain was a sign of her going into labor. Indeed with one simple check between her legs he felt she had her water break and was slipping into labor.

He called out to those waiting, “Get in here and get the others. She is having the calf tonight!” With that the inn was all a stir as the Orc got supplies in place while the Sin’dorei moved to help get Tar’shal ready. The painted Shu’halo ran out quickly to try and get her fellow aid for the job but...unable to arouse her fellow aid from sleeping to come, she returned irritated and uneasy. She had no choice but to do what was needed to help the delivery alone.

There was no screams or yelling from Tar’shal as she fell into labor. It made all just wonder she felt any pain in her life, though the branding on the shoulder had not come to mind. The Sin’dorei took charge in calling the shots while the Orc did all the heavy lifting. Standing quietly the painted Shu’halo did everything asked of her, hoping this event would pass quickly. Sedic was told to hold Tar’shal’s hand for comfort, but he knew the results of that. With a scared look on his face they held hands, pressing into the stages of labor. Between all the sweat, blood, and tears...as well the cry of a bull whose hand felt like bones were breaking. All finally heard the cries of a new calf in the world born on that night. Their jobs still remained unfinished. The calf was taken care of and passed to the painted Shu’halo who was covered in various fluids. To the world a calf of black and white fur once cleaned calmed a bit thought cried out for one person...her mother. It took the Sin’dorei a bit of time to ensure Tar’shal had been cleaned and tended to as she never worked on someone so big in her life. The Orc moved supplies around and brought a small bed to be used for the child's first sleep. Many within the inn gave congratulations while having drinks at the joyous moment, giving this inn the most activity it has seen since it opened. After a bit of cleaning the painted Shu’halo brought back the little calf to reunite mother and daughter.

Swaddled in a blanket Tar’shal looked down to the new child she had been seeking. The face of her child would forever be imprinted in her memory. Sedic moved over to look with Tar’shal speaking softly in her ear. “Now you have what you desired...Once you rest we will finish the journey and have you in your new home.” There was no time for him to react as she grabbed his horn and pulled him into a deep kiss. It left him in shock and awe unable to bring up words. With the family getting their first greetings in with the new calf, the painted Shu’halo slips out and returns to her caravan while others settle back down to rest. Time passed as Sedic and Tar’shal spent with the new baby girl, getting to know and finally give her a first name. Tar’shal spoke softly to the little calf as she nuzzled her nose into the belly of the little one. “As of this moment...you are Neruma...my daughter. You will carry on my family name and blood with honor. Maybe one day to bring back our blood with another.”

Sedic pats her shoulder smiling “I’m sure she will and with a mother like you, she will know what honor means.”

Tar’shal looked up at Sedic with a smile “You know she is just more than just me...she is also you.”

Sedic looked a bit shocked “Even me?” He let out a hysterical chuckle. “Hard not to, being my blood as well.” Giving a small kiss to her forehead he looked to Neruma “Grow up strong like your mother. She is a big girl as it is.”

A small coo escapes the calf's mouth as she began to open her eyes, revealing the same bright orange her mother had. They looked up at both parents with happiness filled in them. Tar’shal lets out a small chuckle looking into the bright orange eyes, “Look at those eyes. They will see many good things.” She brushed the cheek of the small calf just realizing how small she was to her.

As time went on the calf began to yawn with the Sin’dorei stepping forward “I think now you all need sleep. No arguments…”

That made Sedic smirk “She will argue and throw stuff. Be warned…”

With a grunt he bent over from a blow to his stomach from Tar’shal’s elbow “She is the doctor. No arguments.”

That left Sedic a bit confused looking to her “What? But everytime I say something, you throw or hit me with whatever you can grab.”

Tar’shal snorts handing Neruma over “Walk it off. You will be fine.” She says waving to Neruma as they take their leave for bed. Sedic chose to lay beside Tar’shal’s bed to aid her. It felt a bit odd now he was doing this more of his choosing instead, because of the calf. They both settled down to rest now, ready to dream of what tomorrow starts.

Parting from the blinds the Sin’dorei moved to where the Orc set up a crib and bed for them. She set the young calf down in her crib giving a small tickle that stirred a giggle fit. “Good night, you cutie. Rest up so you can see your parents more,” she said, finally tucking her in. Exhaustion ran through the Sin'dorei’s body from the work and dealing with a person much bigger than any elf. Pulling the covers over she quickly blew out the light and nestled in for sleep that did not take long to come over her….

The Storyteller made a small sigh as she finished her last sentence. Looking to her guest her face filled with sorrow as she spoke “I have come to the point in which...this story will not be happy as it just was. The first moments with your newborn child are the most special thing. After that it’s every day you spend with them.” She looks back to the fire. “I understand if you wish to end it there.”

The guest grabbed her shoulder speaking up, “You can continue the story. The story can’t remain bad no matter how long it goes. There has to be a shining light at the end of the road.”

Looking back to her guest she gives him a smile. “So true are your words for most. I have seen other stories like this just end in...blood and emptiness.” She brought a finger to her chin pondering the best way to start the next part. The fires of the campfire brighten as the guest adds another log, filling the air with orange embers.

#Tauren #World of Warcraft #story #Northern Barrens

3 notes · View notes

ask-the-riot-raidersarchive · 6 years

Text

Happy Birthday Clyde!

My kids and the show crew threw Clyde a party =3

It was going to be his best birthday ever if Jade had any say in it, Clyde Donovan was turning 10-years-old on Tuesday April 10th which was only a week away. Jade Pines had talked to Roger Donovan about letting she and her friends handle planning and preparing for Clyde's birthday party this year and was ecstatic when he gave her full rein, Jade gathered all of her friends and all of Clyde's informing them of the massive surprise party they were going to throw the boy. Marion decided he was going to make Clyde an amazing cake he'd seen on Pintrest while Jade would make the Lemon Bars that Clyde was nuts for.

On Monday night once everyone had gifts ready for wrapping and the cake was frosted perfectly Maria was sent to Token's where she pleaded with the Black's to use their backyard for the party since their property was the largest in town and the party was massive, with their go-ahead after giving her word the yard would be spotless when the party was done everyone got to work moving the decorations to the Black's home while Token kept Clyde distracted by helping the Brunette with his homework at the Donovan house, the kids spent all of last week and the weekend pretending that they didn't know they were closing in on Clyde's birthday and Jade regretted it because the boy always donned a puppy-dog pout.

Tuesday morning after school Token took Clyde to his favorite bakery for something sweet giving their friends time to decorate the backyard while Maria and Lafayette sat upstairs in Token's bedroom wrapping and labeling birthday presents minus one, "why've you been so pouty lately?" Token asked Clyde as he checked the clock on the wall noticing it was about time to sneak the boy to the party.

"You can't tell me you don't even remember" Clyde huffed pulling his hand free from Token's to cross his arms and pout, "I turn 10 today, and literally nobody but my dad and sister remembered" he crowed as Token laid a hand on his back escorting him to the manor.

"C'mere" Token wrapped his arm around the Brunette hugging him until the boy calmed down a little giving him time to glance out back where he saw the table of presents, the table of sweets and even the Coon pinata that Maria made as a joke. "I wanna show you something" Token made Clyde shut his eyes then covered them escorting the emotionally upset boy outside, "okay, open them" he smiled once he could tell Clay's camcorder was recording them.

"SURPRISE!" the second Clyde's Milk Chocolate Brown eyes opened all of his friends popped up all over Token's yard thoroughly startling the birthday boy, the kids pulled small confetti poppers before Jade carefully made her way to the birthday boy where he laughed throwing himself into her arms.

"Did you really think any of us could forget YOUR birthday Clyde?" Jade asked the birthday boy as he cried into her neck, "Never! Never ever never" she twirled the boy until his laughter replaced his tears and it rang out over the yard.

"Happy birthday Clyde" Marion smiled at the birthday boy messing up his hair after Jade sat him down, "so pouty pants, lunch and cake or presents first?" he asked the Brunette who was drying his face trying to stop laughing.

"Ummm" Clyde bit his lower lip before hearing his stomach snarl angrily under his shirt, "what's for lunch?" he asked making everyone laugh.

"I made burgers and hotdogs" Clay announced, he got the plates from the island in Token's kitchen and set them up on the counter by the outdoor grill. "Let's dig in then pig out" Clay smiled rubbing Clyde's head before he grabbed the 'birthday' party hat putting it on the brthday boys head then hunted down the bags of buns he'd brought setting up a table with Kenny's help where they put out the buns, refreshments and condiments using the bottles to weigh down the paper plates.

Clyde beamed getting two hotdogs and a hamburger putting ketchup on all 3 before plopping down on his bottom between Jade and Token where he sank his teeth into the burger, "I appreciate this but you guys are jerks" he told them after swallowing the large bite.

"Jerks are we?" Jade asked watching him set his plate down to accept and drink from a can of soda from Stan, "you hear that?" she looked at Token who smirked nodding.

"Oh I did" Token sat his plate aside cracking his knuckles watching Clyde cower towards Jade, "we'll show you jerks" and quite quickly Clyde's loud hysteric giggling disturbed the party as the two ganged up on him. "Are we still jerks?" Token laughed carefully deflecting Clyde's right arm when the Brunette swung his arm at him, "well that wasn't very nice" he tried to pout but just grinned.

"Let him breathe" Marion laughed, "I think he's learned not insult his two best friends" he smiled watching them stop and pass Clyde his soda which he chugged.

Clyde lit up finishing his lunch with a renewed vigor after a fit of hysterics like that, "more like never insult them on an empty stomach" he said before eating a hotdog in roughly 2 bites emptying his plate.

"Cake?" Jade offered Clyde, "Marion worked hard on it just for you, cause we're jerks like that" she smiled messing up his hair before putting the birthday hat back on.

"I can't wait" Clyde grinned standing with Marion's help where everyone surrounded the cake making sure Clyde was front and center and the camera could see his as Marion uncovered the large Football shaped cake and lit the 10 candles on it, "this looks insane" the Brunette beamed.

"Happy Birthday Clyde" the guests cheered, they knew how much he loathed the Birthday song so they always just wished him happy birthday and he blew out the candles before the cake was cut and dished out.

"Boom" Jade giggled uncovering the tray a Lemon Bars smiling when Clyde grabbed a Strawberry topped one and started eating that before the slice of cake, she claimed a slice of cake then sat down so Clyde was once again between her and Token then took a bite. "This is great Marion" she praised her twin, "looks like he's enjoying it too" she laughed seeing Clyde roughly half way through the slice of cake he'd been given.

"What it's good?" Clyde pouted softly accepting the napkins from Jade under the threat that she'd mother him in front of the others (meaning she wasn't above licking a corner of the napkin and cleaning his face) so he did it himself using his cell camera to avoid missing anything, "you're the best you guys, I couldn't ask for a better party" he smiled at Jade and Token then the other kids all of whom smiled at him before running off and returning with two coolers and a small cardboard box which Jade claimed and settled into his lap as the camera was brought closer to them.

"Craig get yours out so he can open it next" Jade told the boy in the Chullo as Clyde looked at the hole riddled box in his lap, "go on Clyde" she smiled at the boy rubbing the back of his head.

Clyde's yes sparkled a little at the familiar sound coming from the box, "No. You did not" he opened it his eyes sparkling when the little Black and White Guinea Pig peeked out of the box making those cute little chirpy noises that their kind make. "Oh my god Jaaaade" he was torn between hugging his best friend and hugging his new Piggy, he hugged Jade first then picked up his new furry friend who licked his cheek softly making the boy laugh.

"Since Jade beat me to the punch I got you everything you'd need" he passed Clyde the biggest cooler where all of the gifts said they were from him, "a cage, a ball, a wheel, wood chips for the crate, food dish, water bottle, tubes to put around your room, a special coupon for the vet Tweek and I take Stripe #4 to that gets your first visit free and another for a free Micro-chipping" Craig told him helping him open and set up the cage where they put the Guinea Pig so it was out of the way.

"Okay mine next" Stan smiled rifling around the smaller cooler for a medium sized box shaped present, "happy birthday Clyde" he said watching Clyde unwrap the box and open it to reveal a football signed by his favorite player.

"Dude!" Clyde cheered setting the ball in its box where he embraced his friend, "how'd you score this?" he asked him.

"Secret" Stan smiled, "Kyle's next" he told him.

"Okay okay" Clyde giggled accepting the present, it was flat and squared if he had to guess it was a CD. He wasn't wrong, Kyle had bought him an autographed CD of his favorite band. "Dude are you guys trying to one up each other?" Clyde asked them through soft chuckles as he marveled at the CD, "these are awesome you guys" he smiled at them.

"It probably looks like it but only Maria, Lafayette and those that purchased the gifts knows what you got" Marion smiled grabbing a thick large box which he passed to the birthday boy, "this is from me and Alfred" he told him watching the excited 10-year-old tear through the wrapping paper to reveal two decent length boxes taped together most likely to hide the present.

"You...You did not" Clyde had opened the box and unearthed a Red and White Gibson Les Paul with his name on it, "Jesus Christ you two" he said softly strumming a few chords before putting it away and looking to the others curiously.

"I made this myself" Tweek passed Clyde a boxed present watching anxiously as the boy shredded his way through the wrapping paper eagerly making sure it went in the trashcan Token had brought out for him, "Happy Birthday" the blonde permitted a smile as Clyde unearthed the plushtoy of Mosquito and hugged it cracking up when it immitated the annoying buzzing the Brunette made as Mosquito.

"I love it!" Clyde cheered nuzzling the toy softly, "does that make me a narcissist?" he asked laughing when Tweek relaxed laughing as well.

"Nah, Craig has a Super Craig plush" Tweek told him cringing when the boy playfully hit his shoulder, "I had a bunch of fabric" he rubbed his neck.

"Here ese" Maria smiled sweetly grabbing a square but flimsy plush present out of the cooler and passed it to him, "happy birthday" she ruffled his bangs when he smiled accepting the present.

"Maria this is so pretty" Clyde said softly looking at the large quilt in his arms, the patches were littered in things he liked. Footballs, Guitars, Tacos, Cows, Mosquito's and dead center was his name. "I love it" He tucked it into the box from his Guinea Pigs cage and hugged Maria who rubbed his back a little, he smiled and sat down just in time for Sammy to put a slightly heavy looking package down in front of him.

Clyde tore through the wrapping paper curiously peaking at his Guinea Pig from time to time, that was by far his favorite present and he had trouble looking away from it. "Guys....this is the entire series" he gaped looking at the boxset of his favorite book series as it sat before him, he'd begged his dad for this set but was always told it was too much and felt like this may've been why.

Alexis and Clay A Hamilton CD so he can get sucked into the fandom

"We figured you're old enough to be dragged into Hamilton hell" Alexis smiled watching Clyde open the CD, "we got that when we went to see it, I still feel bad that your dad wouldn't let you come because of your wrist" she said sadly.

"I'll have to give this a listen later" Clyde smiled at her, "from how often Jade sings from it, it must be great" he laughed.

"Mine's best" Kenny grinned passing Clyde a thick envelope, he bobbed his eyebrows watching the boy open it a little and see the small collection of porn magezines which he quickly tucked in with the Les Paul for later.

Token and Butters colaborated to make Clyde a A lettermans jacket with 'Donovan' on the back then nothing but meme patches? Pepe, Kermit, the 'I ain't get no sleep cause of y'all' person, dat boi and more that had Clyde in stitches, Timmy was sweet enough to get him his favorite season of Supernatural on DVD the only season he didn't have. And then Jimmy the beautiful bastard, bought him 1001 jokes: the book with Scott Maklinson who sadly couldn't make it and everyone carefully beaned their beloved comedian with mini marshmallows.

"Okay okay how about instead of trying to make Jimmy diabetic, I got get the Coonyata and we beat it to a pulp?" Maria chimed in after she and Timmy helped Jimmy get mini marshmallows out of his hair, "then we have to clean stuff up if we're done, I promised Token's folks the place would be spotless" she got up ruffling Jimmy's hair to run to Token's shed where she'd hidden the 'Coonyata' and listened to Clyde ask their laughing friends.

"What the fuck is a Coonyata?" Clyde asked doubling their laughter, he looked up hearing 'for he's a jolly good fellow' from Maria as she strung up something that had him howling with laughter.

This monstrosity definitely looked like 'The Coon' but it was lumpy and poorly made (on purpose) and over all he just looked ridiculous but that was what made it perfect, "seeing as you are the birthday boy, you get first three swings" Jade told Clyde grabbing her scarf and blinding him with it before everyone formed a sort of human chain that spun him all the way to Maria who handed the blind dizzy boy the bat and angled him perfectly.

"Swing!" Token cheered with the others, he watched Clyde spin around once before he cracked the Coonyata in the side hard enough to dent it but not break it.

"Jesus" Alfred whispered, he watched Clyde swing two more times managing to clip a foot and knock a hand off.

"Next?" A very dizzy Clyde called out removing the scarf and leaning on the bat, he wretched a little but caught his breath and hobbled his way over to Jade after Token took the bat.

"It's not as fun as the real deal" Jade joked kneading her friends stomach to soothe his nausia, "happy birthday" she smiled at him watching Token seem to work on aiming his swing from the ground up only for an untimely sneeze to throw his aim off causing him to knock the tail off.

"Kenny?" Token waved the bat at the second in command of the 'Freedom Pals' flipping it from handle to front skillfully, "y'know you wanna" he tempted grinning when Kenny took the bat and scarf letting Maria blindfold him while the bat sat on the ground. He was spun 3 times before he did something that kind of confused the gang, he tapped areas of the ground with the bat muttering to himself.

"It's a bat not a golf club Ken" Butters giggled, "swing, I wanna hit him" he told his boyfriend.

"Sorry Leo" Kenny chuckled swinging hard and up knocking the left arm off, "here Buttercup" the blonde slid off the scarf then tied it around Butters' head before kissing the blonde. He laughed hearing 'no grab ass at my birthday' come from Clyde before he twirled Butters three times and handed him the bat, "what's life without a little Chaos" he purred in his blondes ear pinching his ass laughing when Clyde threw a mini marshmallow at him.

Butters yelped slightly startled by the sudden pinch and brought the bat straight up listening to the cheers that followed the satisfying 'Crack' after the bat hit, he uncovered his eyes and laughed seeing that he'd split the Coonyata right between the legs and it now lay in two peices on either side of the sea of candy. He gathered up some of what he knew to be Clyde's favorites and ran a little zigzag path to the boy dumping the tiny 'shirtful' into his lap, "happy birthday" he grinned.

By the time the party was over Clyde was passed out pinning Jade and Token to their spots against the wall, he'd turned Jade into a pillow and as usual Token had become a footrest. Once everyone that could move had helped clean Clay came over to get the birthday boy into the house since it looked like it was gonna rain, everyone filled their arms with gifts and food rushing them inside while Clay took Clyde and his Guinea Pig to the living room sofa. The backyard and the house was spotless when Token's parents arrived, his folks were nice enough to take the children home in groups since even for a wealthier family they didn't have enough car space for roughly 18 kids.

Jade definitely felt like she'd out done herself with this party, she'd never seen Clyde smile that much or heard him laugh that hard in all her knowing him. She left the Lemon Bars with his father and thanked him for letting her host the party, since Clyde had been asleep she, Marion and Clay helped get him and his gifts inside they'd call their parents from here.

#MunsStuff #ToughGuy(Tough-Guy-Clyde)#Please do not reblog #Please do not repost

8 notes · View notes

buppypaws · 4 years

Text

thoughts continue

i feel bad for the way i feel towards our relationship. sure it had it’s perks and it’s cool memories.. but i regret it. i know they don’t though. carter’s genuinely a cool person, they cherish every person that’s come into their life. meanwhile i’m kinda just,,, “dam bitch maybe i’d be closer with apollo right now if you guys didn’t become twin flames or whatever”. it just makes a lot of the shitty things i’ve done for the sake of me and apollo’s relationship seem moot. i was friends with percy, bro. Percy. that fucker was so genuinely cool. he let me cry my heart out to him and he was literally like “ik how it feels bb,,, we’ll go and egg apollo’s house 💞 you’ll be okay” and i really just,, threw that friendship away. for a boy that id end up drifting away from anyways. and ness. i literally lost two for one. god, three for one if you include kei. i almost lost charlie over him. i almost lost eli over him... this isn’t the apollo show though. i’m just talking to talk at this point. to distract myself from thoughts that hurt much worse. i don’t even wanna bring up my current situation. i live in it everyday. i’d like to live in a simpler past for a moment. if possible. i could bring up jayd and how “yandere” i became bc of the distance.. or the twins. that was such a low point, honestly. i literally walked into saga, said “i’m gonna be the hottest, most interesting bitch in here, take a position in office, and rebound with someone in here” and you know what, i almost did it... i almost did. i think... maybe. if i just,,, didn’t try to get laid at that point in my life... i would still have friends from saga. i don’t even like sex that much. it was probably a power thing. little napoleon complex ass bitch. i hope i’m able to manage my narcissism issues for soap. i have to. it’s actually not an option. if we ever broke up because of that, i... i’d be in hysterics. and regress probably. and try and kill myself. id still be upset if we broke up over anything else, but if it was because of these issues i’ve spent my whole life trying to unlearn?? in this day in age?? yeah. i couldn’t live with myself. i hope i get to see her soon. i wanna take her to that one spot she likes,,, signal hill. park my car somewhere nice, tell her to get in the back, and make up for all the kisses we’ve missed. run my hands up her sides,,, i need to go to sleep. it’s 5am. one of the last things she said to me tonight kinda,, stung? not in a bad way though. “i think u should go to sleep rn too. not good for u to stay up late all the time. doesn’t help you. good night. i love you.” it was just... sweet i think. that she was looking out for me in this way. maybe she knows it’s cause i’m super depressed. i mean i wake up at 1am every day... i guess it’s not too hard to guess. i love them. i hope things work out between us. i think i’m.. a little pessimistic about the outcome. about wether or not we will actually work. but i’m gonna work hard on our relationship regardless. i love them and i wanna show them. i think i’m gonna go to sleep. i’m trying to wake up early so i can go get a passport. i need to be proactive about this whole canada thing. even though the best thing i can do is focus on my school work... it’s so hard though. but that’s a rant for another day. thank you for listening, empty void. i appreciate it

#bad

0 notes

forgettingnatalie · 6 years

Text

...what happened

The last 2 weeks have been super weird. Like i’m going to write this post as my brain lets it fall out. But this is basically what the last week or so has been for me; weird. Completely weird. I feel very much out of place, and i assumed over the weekend i’d feel better, but i didn’t. These are some of the things i’m learning about and coping with, and not coping with, and finding out about...

So i had a conversation with my psychologist last week. I told him about how i’d been ill and feeling off and i wasn’t feeling, well ‘great’ and how i felt like i’d been over reacting to certain situations. He dug a bit deeper and asked me to try and think about what was causing me to react in a certain way in those situations, and what kept cropping up. Was it that i was feeling anxious about what was said? Was it that i didn’t trust my own opinion? Was it that i didn’t like what they’d said? - well actually it didn’t really have anything to do with them. It ran back to being bullied; as a child, as a teenager, as an adult. And it stemmed from feeling alone, or rejected, and feeling like you weren’t good enough.

This hit a nerve. and when a say a nerve, i mean every nerve that runs through my bloody body felt like they’d been lit on fire, and let to burn. I was emotional in that session - but i felt like i kept it together well. Which is a mistake. Because is those sessions is where i think you’re suppose to let go of the emotions. And the reason i say it was a mistake is because that evening, i was home chilling - ignoring it all as a whole, and my dad asked me how the session went, and i told him what he had said, about it being linked to my past again and it was another part of my PTSD i’d need to overcome. And then it happened... i cracked.

I’ve not felt that bad in MONTHS. i’m talking the middle of last year, when i felt like i was never going to get back to normal again, and i just wanted everything to end. I felt like that again. It was horrible, and i was hysterical. For the last 2 months i had been growing my nails because my anxiety caused me to bite the shit out of them; and they were looking long and healthy and happy. I tore them off. Like i physically tried to tear off my nails, and when i couldn’t i literally pulled out and threw things from my cupboard looking for nail clippers. And when i found them, i hacked at two nails within 10 seconds, before my dad stole them from me and refused to give them back. I was irritable and i just felt like i wanted to hurt myself and i blamed myself, and i hated myself and it was like i wanted to punch something or someone or throw a cake at someones face, but rather than do that i just bullied myself. I now have half a thumb nail and 9 other super short ones. I’m upset with myself that it got that far. The 2 days after i was SO ill. I hadn’t felt that bad in a long time.

The weekend came, and i was seeing friends in London, and i was honestly - anxious as fuck. I bigged myself up as though i’d have a great time. And when i met up with some of them, i felt so much better - felt normal again. And i thought it would be okay, but there was always something holding me back. I don’t know what it was specifically. Part of me was feeling very much to one side, i was like out of sync with everything else. Thankfully, i have great friends who hold me in place and help me find my way!

I came home feeling exhausted, yet okay. But still anxious. Now this next part you’ll be like, really? seriously? well yes. So i was on twitch a few nights ago trying to find something to chill out to. And a streamer i’ve watched a few times usually plays games, but she was doing an IRL stream, so i clicked, to find it was an ASMR stream. Instantly i wondered what the fuck i’d wandered into, to realise i was actually listening to a woodwick candle burning, and crackling... and it was strangely nice to listen to. And she had this awesome singing bowl, where you use a wooden stick thing around it, and the bowl echos. Was super relaxing. I spoke to her about anxiety and she was telling me about breathing techniques, and yoga... I was thoroughly intrigued. I unfortunately couldn’t find much ASMR that matched what she was doing, and the rest was relatively weird stuff. But all the same, i was surprised - you never know when something new may just suit you as a person. Everyone reacts differently to things, so find what makes you relaxed and calm, and work with it. Mine is sitting legs up a wall, playing sudoku, listening to a woodwick candle apparently.

Often we wait for time to fly by, and i think thats what i’ve been hoping for the last few weeks so i could ‘get it over and done with’ - but now i think about it, i think i just need to slow down... take my time, just like a candle. For myself, to think, to work out what is right for me, and to not fall apart. Everything takes time, and patience is key. And bad days are okay. I feel like a vase, that has cracked multiple times, but i’ve been super glued back together so many times, i assume i’d break. And when i think i’ve broken, i haven’t - i’ve been dropped, i’m hurtling towards the earth, and im falling. But i’m always caught just as i think i’m hitting the floor. And it’s all about me dealing with my own feelings and emotions. Anxiety will not beat me, and i will not break - and just because i’ve got a few cracks, doesn’t make me any less beautiful a vase... I think i just need to realise that.

So what makes you relaxed? I’d love to find new ways of working with my anxiety...

3 notes · View notes

soulstaes · 7 years

Text

New Girl On Set // Dylan O'Brien imagine

Summary: There is a new member of the Teen Wolf cast in season 4 where (Y/N) gets to play the role for a main character, Sierra, who is dating Stiles Stilinski. Dylan O'Brien is her crush since she saw him on the first episode. But there’s just something in the air between them two the first couple of days & we aren’t talking about love.

author: @obrienimagines

Word count: 2.045

Thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me a bit with this one!! :)

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME SOME IDEAS ON WHAT TO DO NEXT. I WOULD LOVE YOU TO REQUEST SOMETHING. Thanks, Stefy.

“Here is your caravan.” My assistant was the best, mainly because I never had one before.

“Thanks Jenny, you’re the best.”

“Your first day on set begins in 5 days so make sure you know your script by heart. Everyone is super chill and nice so don’t worry about messing up a line or anything. Oh, and I am going to introduce you to every single member of this crew. Especially Dylan O'Brien.”

Did she really just mention that? I blushed. “Psssht. Scott can hear us, remember?” We both started laughing.

“Everyone listen please. This is our new family member (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Show her around and try to not make her run away from you little idiots, because she really is a good actress.”

“Thanks, Mr. Davis.”

“Oh please, call me Jeff.” As he walked off I got to know everyone on the set & they were all super sympathetic. Giving me nicknames that didn’t have anything to do with my actual name was one of the things Posey & Sprayberry liked to do. It was still an honor for me to be part of this “family” now.

“So you’re actually from (Y/C)?”

“Yep.”

“That’s cool.” I talked to Posey, Shelley and Holland for a while until I turned around wanting to get myself some water and bumping straight into him.

“Oh I am so sorr-”

Into Dylan O'Brien.

“Well I didn’t broke any bones so I guess I’ll forgive you. You’re (Y/N), right?” He knew my name. He actually knew my name. My body went numb and I was speechless. It felt like an eternity until my mouth opened, because the only thing I did, was looking straight into his beautiful caramel eyes, his cute freckles that were scattered around across his face and his messy hair which looked like he ran his fingers through them a million times.

“Earth to ‘I think your name is (Y/N)”. Reality hit me.

“Uh- yea- umm.. I’m sorry. Yes, yes my name is (Y/N).” “Good, you’re cute. I think we are going to be a cute couple.” He winked before he walked away which caused me to not move at all because I was so shook.

Back to my caravan, I was lying in bed and thinking. ‘He actually called me cute. Wow. Well, (Y/N) I guess you got O'Brien-verified of being cute’. These where my only thoughts for the rest of the night where I could barely sleep. It was hard to realize which phone numbers I collected that day. The cast didn’t lie when they said they were treating everyone including themselves like a family. I was glad being in such a nice group.

It was a couple of days ago since I arrived here and they already started doing pranks on me. Once, Sprayberry broke into my caravan to steal my hair dryer because he thought it was funny leaving a girl with her hair wet throughout the day, then Posey hid my food while the whole crew was eating together as I went to get myself some water, Ryan tried to make me believe that he actually came from Afghanistan & Hoechlin threw a pie in my face while I was talking to Dylan. “I am going to kill you Hoechlin!” Running after him wasn’t a good idea since he was ten times faster than I was. Apparently, Dylan was fast too, because after I tried chasing Hoechlin he was gone. I tried to wash the pie out of my face & I looked for Dylan.

“There you are. Why did you leave we were in middle of a conversation?” I approached him at his makeup chair where he was reposting some tweets.

“I left? you clearly- Nevermind.” He clenched his teeth together.

“I’m sorry I ran off like that, you’re right that was my fault. It wasn’t a nice thing to do.”

“It’s ok.”

“So what where we talking about?”

He grinned at me. “we were talking about how good the pie suited your face.” I started laughing. “Jerk.”

The last day of the “we just gonna chill until we actually get to work-days”, we were all obviously chilling , outside the building at the benches. After a while I was going to get myself another bagel at the buffet which was next to the benches because they were delicious. Hoechlin was getting the same thing so we started talking and laughing a lot as we were there.

“So you’re saying that you actually did that on set while they were filming?” I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically about the things Hoechlin has done on set.

“Yep. And the only one laughing was me which was more than embarrassing”. I was laughing even harder until I turned around to the benches, realizing Dylan was just glaring at us.

I walked up to him and sat next to him. “What’s up?”.

“Nothing.” He didn’t bother looking at me.

“Someone’s being salty today, geez.” I know I probably shouldn’t have said that because he looked mad. “Are you still mad for me running off yesterday?”

“Nah.”

“Is that all I’m gonna get?”

“Yep.”

Why was he like that all of the sudden? I know it wasn’t ok that I ran off like that but still. Everything was kind of normal yesterday wasn’t it?

“(Y/N) wake up!” I heard from the outside of my caravan.

“M-mh.” Before I could get up I heard the door open. “What’s up? Why are you here so early?” It was Holland in a sports bra, some Nike leggings & shoes with her hair up in a ponytail.

“We’re going to go jogging now so get dressed, we need to stay fit.” She winked at me.

I took a quick shower, brushed my hair, put it up in a bun, threw on a sports bra and some leggings just like Holland and my super comfy Adidas shoes. “Let’s go.”

“Ok stop I am definitely done for today.” I was completely out of breath. We were jogging for about 10 minutes now.

“You need to train on your endurance more.” “I don’t think I will because I hate doing any kind of sports.” “That’s actually really sad but then let’s go back to our caravans so we can each take a shower.” She said that while she nearly tripped over her feet like she always does.

“Sure.” I giggled

I walked over to Hollands caravan in the evening so we could spent some time together since we didn’t know us so well. Some meters away from the caravan I heard some voices.

“No I won’t tell her that!”

“Tell me what?” I walked towards Dylan and Holland to meet up with her like it was planned.

“Nothing.” Dylan was being bizzare. He looked at Holland in a way like he wanted her to shut up and not spill anything.

“What are you guys hiding?” I leaned my head to the side and watched them with narrowed eyes.

“Nothing!” Dylan countered even louder as he walked off.

“Why is he like that?”

“How is he? He’s pretty normal I guess.” She was being sarcastic but she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong with him all night.

I went to bed. My thoughts on what could possibly be wrong with Dylan caused me not to sleep at all. I was readjusting my pillow several times to get a position I could rest in, but it didn’t work. It was midnight & I decided to text him to come over so I could talk to him since his caravan was next to mine.

I typed.

Hey, are you awake? I really want to talk to you

I deleted it & started typing again.

Hey, really wanna talk to ya you coming over?

I deleted it again.

Hey, are you awake? Really need to talk to you.

And again until i finally texted him this:

Are you awake?

Frustrated waiting for an answer while I got these weird thoughts floating my head like

What if he doesn’t like you? Or he doesn’t want to talk to you? Or he actua-

-bip bip-

A text from Dylan.

Yes.

So I started typing again.

I need to talk to you, can you come over?

I waited 2 minutes (which actually felt like 2 hours) to here that bip again.

Sure, I’ll be there in 5.

Kay, thanks.

I waited 5 minutes full of anxiety of him not coming or screaming at me for waking him up. But he didn’t show up yet.

5 more minutes went by and there was still no Dylan in my van.

I was laying down & my eyes started closing because of how tired I already was.

knock knock knock

I jumped up and immediately opened the door.

“Oh, god sorry I must’ve fallen asleep.” Of course he looked beautiful. The lights of the lamps in my caravan made his eyes shimmer beautifully. He wore some light brown pants (most likely his Pyjama pants ) and a dark blue Star Wars t-shirt, that color suited him the best.

“It’s okay I came late anyways so if I was you I would’ve fallen asleep too. Ok, no I probably wouldn’t but ya know.” He laughed. That laugh made my body tense up as soon as I heard it. “Come in.”

“So what’s the topic?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The reason you wanted to talk to me at 1 in the morning.”

“Oh, yea right. You know what? It was stupid of me to bother you at 1am you really don’t have to-”

“Stay? So after I came here in the middle of the night you are going to kick me out?” He laughed ironically.

“No, no. Of course not. Look-” we both took a seat. I sat on my bed, and he sat on a chair next to it and in front of me. “-I just felt like you were really repellent.”

“Well-” he sighed. “-I don’t know, I guess I just saw you being with all the guys from our set, laughing with them, pranking each other that I just got-”

“Jealous.” I cut him off.

“No, not jealous but just.. ok yea, probably jealous. And I know this happens super fast and I have no idea how I gathered these feelings for you in just a couple of days but it happened. I literally spent over ten minutes in front of my mirror to do my hair ,that’s even the reason why I am so late, and my hair still looks the same as it did 1 hour ago.” Am I dreaming? Is Dylan O'Brien just admitting he has a crush on me? I tweaked myself. Nop definitely not dreaming. And also not talking. I had no idea what to say.

“This is usually the part where you say ‘No it’s totally not crazy’ or something along those lines.”

“Yea, yes of course. Oh my god, I’m speechless.”

“Great. The first time I get my courage up to tell a girl that I like her, ends up in a mess-”

“I like you too.” i mumbled while looking down.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“I like you too.” I said a little louder but now into his face. He leaned in and so did I, our lips nearly touching until he fell on my lap because he leaned too far in forward which caused us both to laugh. He sat again but now on my bed. Eventually leaning in again and now our lips were finally connected. It felt magical. But I guess that’s what everyone says. We broke apart and I said “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Our foreheads leaning on each other’s. I bit my lip while he smirked. “If you’d like me to.”

“Is that even a question?”

Both laying in my bed or better said my couch I could roll open, my head on his chest and his hand playing with my hair. It is so easy to fall asleep next to someone you love, knowing they hold you tight no matter what.

136 notes · View notes

writing-fanfic-things · 7 years

Text

Party Animals (5SOS Cake Fanfic)

Party Animals

5 Seconds of Summer

Cake (Calum Hood and Luke Hemmings)

2,773 Words

I leaned casually against the bar top, a small smile lighting up my face as the lights of the club around me jumped with the music. It was easy to lose yourself in the middle of a huge party, the bodies around you consuming your every last thought until all you could do was dance. Of course, sometimes the bodies around you decided to try to pull you in with them, their intentions always clear from the way their hands traveled a little too far down and the flirty smile that never seemed to change, no matter what face it was plastered across.

Knocking the last shot on the bar top down my throat, I stepped away from the corner I had just glued myself to and threw myself back into the moving bodies. It wasn’t easy navigating your way through such a tight space, but one thing that was easy was finding my best friend’s blue head peaking above the crowd. I shoved my way past people, not caring about the amount of party fouls I caused with split drinks. At this time in the morning everyone still here was too plastered to care.

I finally burst through the last stretch of people to be slammed against Michael’s back, causing him to let out a very unmanly screech and whirl on me. “God damnit, Luke! For the last time you cannot keep doing that!”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Mikey?” I flashed him a lopsided smile, the liquor running through my system upping my game tremendously. Which is saying a lot, since I still didn’t know how to properly flirt.

“Shut the fuck up, you pansy.” Michael rolled his eyes before they latched onto a girl slightly to his left. She was grinding against another girl, throwing her hair over her shoulder as gracefully as she could without spilling her drink. Michael glanced sideways at me, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “I think I’m in love.”

I scoffed, “If I had a dollar for every time you said that in a club I’d have enough money to support your hair dye addiction.” Michael paused, taking what I said into consideration before nodding his head in agreement.

I jerked forward as I felt a large hand slap into the middle of my back just before a shaggy head popped up in my peripheral vision. “Dude, this party is fucking sick! I am so glad Cal dragged us out of the hotel for this.” Ashton sighed blissfully, tilting his beer back to drain the last of it in one swallow.

The sound of Calum’s name immediately dropped my mood by 200 percent. It wasn’t the man himself that pulled out the depressed teen in me, though. It was my own fault, really. I was the one who continues to let myself stay up at night, my thoughts preoccupied with how glorious it would be to see my pale hand slide across that perfectly-tanned skin of his, possibly even glistening with sweat that we could work up doing some…interesting activities.

“Damn it, Luke.” Michael’s amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts and he couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled out of him as he watched the blush bloom across my cheeks. Michael was the one person I had actually indulged my deep little fantasies to, and ever since then he wouldn’t let up on the teasing. All in good heart, of course. Michael shook his head lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes that gave me an uneasy feeling. “Why don’t you just fuck the boy already?”

I choked on my spit about the same time that Ashton choked on his beer. His head swiveled towards me, making me freeze and shoot a glare towards Michael. “Luke, what the hell? You’re crushing on someone and you didn’t tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation, smacking some girl’s beer all over her without even noticing. “And you told Michael. Of all people, you choose Michael Clifford.”

“Hey!” Michael shoved said boy, glaring at him. “If anything he made the right decision in telling me because I’ll actually help him get the damn guy instead of talking about his feelings.” He rolled his eyes so hard I had to laugh at the two.

I sighed, placing my hand on Ashton’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t even call it a crush, Ash. Nothing to get worried about.”

Michael snorted, holding his beer in front of his mouth like that would hide the smirk plastered there. “It’s a little bit of a crush, but more sexual fantasies than anything.” Ashton laughed along with Michael, at least having the decency to throw me an apologetic glance when he saw my cheeks flare red.

“Did I hear sexual fantasies? God knows I star in a lot of those.” I jumped as Calum came up behind me and threw his arm around my shoulder, giving the girl to his left a suggestive glance.

Michael choked; literally choked on his spit so hard he had to bend over with his hands on his knees, coughing and laughing and sputtering while his face turned a beet red from lack of oxygen. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and raising my eyebrows. Luckily, the blush that was now spreading to my neck could easily be explained away with the alcohol if Calum were to ask.

Calum’s attention was dragged to Michael when the little fucker continued to laugh away at his little inside joke. Cal raised one eyebrow, smirking slightly and tilting his head. “What the hell is wrong with him?”

Ash clapped his hand on Michael’s back, causing the younger boy to jerk up and his hysterical laughing to simmer down to small chuckles. His eyes sparkled with humor as he watched me shift a little under Calum’s arm. Ashton shook his head before glancing at Calum. “We were just talking about how Luke has a crush and decided to tell Michael, out of all of us.”

I averted my eyes when Calum rounded on me with a wounded look on his face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” I shrugged, causing Calum’s arm to fall off of my shoulders and let me shift slightly away from him as I started to internally panic.

Michael noticed my discomfort and did what he does best: embarrass the absolute shit out of me. “Well, Luke’s not sure he’s his type. I mean, he just doesn’t really want to make things awkward if he were to make a move.”

Calum rolled his eyes while tipping his head back to down another drink of the beer in his hand. “Lucas, how many times do we have to tell you that you’re a catch for you to believe it?” I rolled my eyes back at him, shoving him as an excuse to get him further away from my still-spreading blush.

Michael glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. My stomach flipped, knowing I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell was about to come out of the dumbass’ mouth. “Why don’t you prove it?”

Calum raised his eyebrows curiously, tilting his head to shake his hair out of his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the guy is here.” That made Calum’s head swivel, surveying the room around him, presumably looking for someone that was my type. I even had to chuckle at the irony of that one. “Why don’t you show him how much of a catch he is? Dance with him. Make sure the point gets across.”

I choked, my eyes widening as I whirled on Michael to give him my full-forced glare that I reserved just for the little shit. He shrugged, smirking widely at me and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Calum squinted a little, his grip tightening on his cup. “Why don’t one of you do it?”

Ashton rolled his eyes at that one. “Maybe because you’re bisexual? And Michael and I are straight?”

“You sure about that?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest sassily. “I seem to remember a drunken Mashton having a moment in their hotel room the other night.”

Michael blushed, scooting a foot from Ashton, causing the other boy to giggle. “I was DRUNK.”

“They’ve always said a person shows their true colors when they’re intoxicated.” Calum grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Sure you’re not ready to join the dark side with us? It’s kind of fun over here.”

Michael made a disgusted face, his blush still spreading down to his neck. “Why don’t you go grind on Luke’s ass and make his man-crush jealous. Leave me alone.” He huffed, taking a swig of the beer still in his hand while giving me the evil eye from the side. I just smiled innocently and enjoyed watching him squirm for once.

Calum passed his beer to some random passerby before hooking his hand in the crook of my elbow and dragging me a few feet from the boys. I looked over at him, confused and slightly startled. He smiled at me, if not a little bashful, and shrugged. “Michael has a point. There’s no better way to make someone see what they have until they’re threatened with losing it.”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him skeptically as he hesitated for only a moment before pulling me flush against his body. “And you’re going to be the one to make him feel threatened?” It was an ultimate struggle to pretend that I didn’t feel Cal’s chest tighten under my hands as his own hands slid around my waist.

He shrugged again, giving me a slightly offended look. “What, you don’t think I would be a threat to him? Is he more attractive than me or something?” As if he was seriously irked by the thought, his voiced lowered dangerously towards the end of his question as his arms flexed when he tensed, as if waiting for me to tell him he was the ugliest person I had ever seen.

I shook my head, my heart racing as my mind tried to scramble for a way to dispel this thought of his without letting on to just how attractive I know he is. “No no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that he won’t think you’re a threat because someone like you would never actually go for someone like me.” Well, that came out a lot more depressing than I had originally intended.

One of Cal’s hands left my waist to tangle into the hair at the nape of my neck as his body started moving against mine. My own body responded in kind, mostly out of instinct. I had officially made it to the point where I can no longer ignore his muscular, perfectly tanned body pressed so close to mine I was surprised I hadn’t lost my mind yet. “Like I said before, you’re a catch and anyone would be lucky to catch your attention.” His sentence didn’t even register in my mind because I was too focused on the light tugging of his hand in my hair and the way his body rolled effortlessly against mine. The blush was spreading back up my neck and into my cheeks. I swirled my body to press my back against his front because it was absolutely the only way I could hide just how much this was turning me on. His hand had released my hair when I spun but stayed suspended in air, and when I rested my back against his front it found its new home at the base of my neck; not choking, just resting gently so that his thumb grazed my jawline.

I happened to glance up and catch Michael’s eye from where we had left the other boys 20 feet away. His mouth was slightly open, more out of amusement than shock as he watched my hips work against Calum’s. The look he gave me tipped me off to the fact that he knew I wouldn’t be able to pass up this opportunity if it was put in front of me, which is precisely why he presented it to me. I discreetly flipped him off and he put his beer back in front of his lips to hide his smirk. It only took one glance to Mikey’s left to see Ashton staring at Calum and I, then his gaze flickered to Michael, and then to watch as realization dawned on his face. He smacked Michael’s arm, looking wildly between the three of us as he connected the dots and figured out for himself who was staring in my sexual fantasies.

My focus was pulled from my other bandmates when I felt Calum’s lips brush against my skin where my neck met my left shoulder. I was equally startled at the fact that his lips were there as I was at the fact that his lips could reach so easily, considering I have a couple inches on his height. His other hand snaked around my waist to press himself even closer to my back, still flawlessly moving to the beat of the song. The hand resting on the base of my neck inched up to cup my jaw to nudge my cheek so that the side of my face was inching more and more towards his own face. I brought one of my arms up to wind behind me to let my fingers curl into his hair, causing his lips to open just a fraction as I yanked. Cal smirked, pushing on the front of my waist and grinding sinfully into my ass. My head fell back on his shoulder and rolled, every thought I had of not letting on how turned on I was flying out the window as soon as I felt Calum’s own arousal making an appearance against me.

His voice was thick when I felt his lips brush against my ear. “I think we’re really selling it. If he’s not jealous at this point, then he’s not in his right mind.”

I groaned, not even bothered at the fact that he was still in the mind frame that we were doing this for someone else. I grabbed one of his arms and pulled, causing him to stumble until he was in front of me rather than behind. Every ounce of my shy nature evaporated as the lust that I have been bottling away for this beautiful man came spilling out of every pore of my body. One hand still in his hair, I pulled up to my full height and pulled his head back to brush my nose against his. His eyes were startled and his pupils blown wide as my other hand caught him by the back of the neck and I pressed every inch of my body against him, trapping his hands between our chests. “I know one thing that may drive him absolutely crazy.”

“What?” He was breathless now, his fingers unfolding against my chest and reaching up to grab onto my broad shoulder for dear life.

Through my lust-filled haze, I had a moment of clarity. Only a moment. If I kissed Calum, there was no going back. Whether or not he thought we were doing this for someone else, there is a line you do not cross with your friends. Dancing with one in an attempt to make someone jealous is one thing; making out with your best friend is on an entirely different playing field.

The moment passed, and I threw all caution to the wind as I leaned down that extra inch and finally brushed my lips against the object of my desires for as long as I can remember. Calum responded without hesitation, his arms winding around my neck to pull me down even farther, pressing our lips even tighter together. My lips opened on instinct, inviting Cal in and he took the invitation faster than I could register. Before I knew what was happening he had me pressed against the nearest wall he could find and his plump lips were making their way down my throat in such a hungry manner I was stunned.

Little did I know that Calum had recently admitted to Michael that he was just as hungry for me as I was for him, and Michael had been simply lying in wait for an opportunity to shove us together so we would both stop whining to him about being sexually frustrated over the other.

#5sos fanfic #5sos fanfiction #5sos one shot #5sos #cake #cake fanfic #calum hood #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #calum imagine #luke imagine #5sos smut #cake smut

46 notes · View notes

thatmomforem · 7 years

Text

#thenotsocommoncold

It finally happened. After eight months, one week and however many days, Em got sick. Not like shut the house down, quarantine everyone and put the ‘disturb at risk of death’ sign on the door, but definitely sick.

It started out with some congestion… which sounds like it could be relatively easy to deal with until you’re wrangling a tiny human as they lay all kinds of contorted in the middle of your king bed, lashing their head back and forth so you can’t use the damn sucky-bulb thing the hospital (thankfully) gave you. Spoiler alert. HARDEST. THING. EVER.

As a mom, it’s my job to make her as comfortable as I can, which I acknowledge is not always easy and honestly, not always possible. But relieving some of her congestion felt like it shouldn’t be that difficult. YOU GUYS. We tried the bulb. She hated it. Obviously. We tried that crazy saline spray injector. It worked… sort of, but of course… she HATED it. We tried warm baths and warm wash cloths. That herbal, infant friendly, not really Vicks VapoRub, but basically the same thing, cream. Kept boogie wipes within arm’s reach. Gave all the snuggles. Sang all the songs. We did it all.

Finally, after what felt like three months, the congestion started to clear up. YESSSSS! We survived!! But as most of you know, with congestion comes drainage, so almost exactly a day or two later, she started to run a fever. OF COURSE. Insert all the crying face emojis here. Friday night we noticed her acting different. She was very snuggly – which if you have an 8, almost 9-month-old, you know is not the norm anymore - acted tired even though she wasn’t ready for bed and was very calm… like too calm. So as soon as we got her home from dinner, we checked her temperature.

Anyone have one of those forehead and ear digital thermometers?! As I was registering for gifts, I read every review and recommendation for ‘health’ items. This thermometer came highly recommended and got tons of rave reviews, so I added that sucker to the list! When no one purchased it, I made sure to buy it myself so we’d have it before she arrived. A thermometer we can use with very little effort = A MUST. I say all of that to say… even after all of the research and reviews, every time I need to take Em’s temperature, it’s a multi-step process. We first use the digital forehead reader. We take all kinds of temps for her – forehead, right temple, left temple, right ear, left ear… our own forehead to get a base temp, then back to her forehead to make sure it’s reading the same thing. And after all of those readings, which of course normally range by as much as 2 degrees (a big freaking deal in baby body temp numbers!!), I still end up reaching for old faithful – the under the armpit thermometer.

By this time, we’ve taken all 47 of her temperatures and decided it’s definitely high – as in 102/103 high. We tried to cool her off with washcloths and a bath which she definitely enjoyed playing in, but was still super warm after. We tried clear liquids. YEAH. RIGHT. We’ve been working on her drinking water out of a transition sippy cup for a while now, and we’ve made it as far as her enjoying banging it against the food on her high chair tray, giving us a huge grin, then dangling the cup over the edge – I swear she counts to three – and finally dropping it off the side, only to stare down at it until we pick it up. Best. Game. EVER! I’m told this is a huge part of learning for babies. For me… I’m learning patience. And that glaring at your child is (1) probably not the best idea and (2) gets you nowhere because she so seriously just laughs hysterically… right at my face. Forget clear liquids – we opted for formula. Some liquid is better than none, right?!

After all of these efforts, we ended up with a clean baby, drinking her bottle of milk but still running a high temperature and not able to fall asleep - so we decided to make the call to the after-hours doctor’s line. If you’ve ever had to call this line, you know the first person who answers is there solely to collect your information and then page the nurse. Me, having never had to call, politely responded to her hello and then after hearing silence on the other line for a few seconds, began to explain what was going on. She let me explain damn near the whole situation before telling me all she needs is her name, birthdate, doctor’s name and the most concerning symptom. Well alright then! Start with that next time!

Once the nurse called back, my husband ran interference on the call as I relayed information back to him and tried to simultaneously calm my now over-tired and feverish infant. The nurse asked a ton of questions and gave us some things to try and watch out for. We ended up with a prognosis of – keep an eye on her and if the fever stays over 102.2 for more than 24 hours, take her in. While I’m thankful she didn’t send us straight to the ER, part of me was thinking.. ALL OF THIS to ‘keep an eye on her?!’ What do you think I do with her the rest of the time!? Just doing their job – I get it. I made a 230am run to Kroger for Pedialyte, which was also an epic fail, and we finally got her to bed around 430a that morning.

By noon the next day, we were doing our hourly temp check and that damn forehead digital thermometer read 105.3. EFF THIS. I threw on yoga pants and a t-shirt, packed her diaper bag and got the hell out of the house and up to urgent care. Poor girl had a middle ear infection in her left ear and was running a high temp because of it. The nurse got us ibuprofen with a quickness to lower her temp, we got our prescription for amoxicillin and were on our way out the door. Literally the most efficient doctor’s appointment I’ve ever experienced. So at least there’s that.

Fast forward to that evening when we’re supposed to give her the antibiotics. I shit you not, she channeled her inner gymnast and was ALL OVER THE PLACE. She whipped her head around. Snapped her mouth shut. Pushed away with both hands. You name it, she tried it. Then, once we finally got her mouth open, she figured out how to push her tongue to her lips so the medicine came flowing back out. YOU GUYS. SHE FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE A BARRICADE WITH HER TONGUE. What?! As frustrating as that was, I have to admit I was super impressed! That took some quick thinking and problem solving on her part – because obviously my child is a genius! After some trial and error, we identified the scary syringe coming straight at her face was the root cause of the sheer terror and hysterics around taking her medicine. We now measure out the antibiotics, put it in one of the ramekins we normally use to feed her dinner and spoon fed it to her one bite at a time. She loves it. LOVES it. Gets mad and bangs her hands on the table when we don’t feed it to her fast enough and it’s gone. #whateverworks

Fast forward again to today. Fever is gone. Ear infection is mostly gone with just a little residual fluid that’s moved to her other ear. Last dose of the delicious amoxicillin is this evening. But the freaking congestion is back. To top it all off, we’re getting on a plane tomorrow night. #prayforme

Whoever came up with the description ‘common cold’ clearly doesn’t have an infant.

Em’s mom

0 notes

survivorsolomonislands · 7 years

Text

Episode 8 “Worst case scenario: Everything else”- Johnny

Well the last thing I thought would happen happened... my plan actually worked, like flawlessly. Everyone did what I wanted them to do, nobody turned on me, I didn't get a single vote, I can rest easy for two days at least. I got rid of a rookie, possibly an idol, and solidified something with Allie and Willow and even Aro and Zak. Jacob is on the outs now so I hope he feels bad. Hey Jacob, next time you're gonna throw someone under the bus make sure they're not driving it!! Would honestly love to vote him out soon, maybe we'll merge maybe we won't.

(a little bit later)

I think this is for sure going to be the biggest tribal(s) of the season. RTP seems ready to draw the line and get rid of Mitchell and has ordered me to get rid of a Makira, but I made the decisions to tell Mitchell that RTP is afraid of nuMakira, because I don't really see myself working with nuTemoana because I only trust RTP out of those people, like Jacob tried to throw me under the bus, Luca tried to throw me under the bus, Johnny and Lex both withheld from me that Luca was gunning for me even though I told Lex when Luca threw out her name, so really why would I wanna work with them? Like a number's only a number when it's specifically my number. I think come merge, if Mitchell or Dana gets voted out of Makira and Jacob gets voted out from Temoana it'll be Dana/Mitchell, Willow, Allie, Zak and Aro vs. RTP, Lex, LA, Johnny, Luca and me smack dab in the middle, or so it would seem, because even though I may be the swing vote I really am actually in a good spot with Dana and Mitchell, and I'm not a flipper, I'm actually leading the charge. Interesting...

(a medium sized bit later)

At this point even if I get blindsided tonight I'm probably playing the best game I've played so far, I've got solid alliances worked out where I am sort of the mastermind, yet at the same time I'm able to play both sides. Ryan trusts me and trusts that I'm gonna be all Temoana strong, but honestly everyone's a fake ass Temoana except me I've literally never left this beach. No one knows how far i'll go, except I hope it's final tribal. I think tonight may be drawing the line, maybe just pencilling it in a little bit if Mitchell plays his idol. I may still have a slight chance to pretend like it wasn't me who told him but who knows. If we go into the merge with a 7-4 advantage it doesn't necessarily matter. We can pick off whoever's left 1 by 1 and I can get to the end hopefully with Mitchell and Dana, or Allie and Willow, or Zak and Aro, haha I hope nobody catches on to how well I'm playing this game. Tonight for Temoana the plan is to blindside Jacob, he's really fake in my opinion, but honestly I'm lying to him too so I guess so am I? But he started it so that's his fault. I'd love to blindside him right after Daisy, especially since he got votes last tribal council like how could he actually think we just decided to switch to Aro, and then he's like dictating to me that we should split between Zak and Aro and I'm like a giggly little hyena bc you need more than one person to split, unless you're Debbie.

First off, I'm SHOOK that I won the first individual immunity of the season. Holy crapola I didn't see that one coming, so that's pretty good for me, even though it does put a HUGE target on my back, but I'm just hoping that my social game is strong enough to the point that people will forget about me winning the challenge. I really wanted Willow to win the challenge, so she could give immunity to Jacob, and now i'm really torn whether to give immunity to Jacob or not, considering he's my closest ally in this game, and now I really really have to think. The main issue is that giving immunity puts a HUGE target on Jacob and my back's as a duo later down the line, which is concerning. I'm not at all worried about this tribal council, even if I wasn't immune, which is why I'm a little pissed off that I won it, because I really didn't need it, it paints a target on my back, and Willow was going to give it to Jacob, but one thing I do know is that i'm guaranteed top 11 now, which is pretty good, and I'm about 2 more tribals away from beating my record from Survivor: Tibet (side season, placed 9th), so I'll take that. I honestly can see myself winning this game. My social connections are up to par, I have a really good connection with nearly everyone in the game, except Aro and Dana, and hopefully those are the two going home in both of these tribal councils, and funny enough, I'm pretty sure that both of them have immunity idols too, so worst case scenario, both their idols get flushed and Mitchell or Matt/Zak will go home, all of which I don't trust too much either. I think it'd actually be a travesty for my game if Mitchell went home, because I'm really really vibing with him well, and I'm hoping that this split vote doesn't cause any dissension, however, I think I can rebound and make sure I'm not one of his targets, if he survives this tribal council, which It's about a 50-50 shot whether he survives or not. As for my tribal, the plan is for LA, Luca and I (the people I trust most to not flip their votes and try something ballsy) to be voting for Dana, while Lex and Ryan are going to be voting for Mitchell. Just in case Ryan tried something ballsy, to keep Dana safe and take out Mitchell, who I know Ryan would prefer more to be voted out more, I need to keep Ryan's vote planted on Mitchell, so just in case he was supposed to vote Dana, and tried to switch the vote, he wouldn't even be able to switch his vote to Mitchell since he's already on Mitchell to begin with............ if that makes any sense. As for now, I'm hoping merge is around the corner, I'm ready to get this game REALLY on the road, and I am fairly confident in my abilities to make it to the final 8 of this game at least without getting targeted, and we'll see how it goes from there. I truly can see myself with one of the higher probabilities to win this game, and I think people are seeing that as well, and I just need to hope that it's not me at the final 6 or 5 getting blindsided, and throwing my ass onto the jury. It's gonna be a tough game, but I'm ready for it to pick up and start playing the way I know how to..... slick as fuck (throws sunglasses on). It's game time.

I'm zakriah and I can't even find an idol when I have a clue Also either Jacob is going or its tying with me and going to rocks tbh and thats all I have to say about that

I hate this. Being on Ulawa has fucked me over so much, everyone is well connected and has alliances and I'm basically on my own, all I can do is hope people want me as a number so they keep me around. I have a terrible social game, I'm a shy person, and being trapped on Ulawa for all those days has not helped my situation. Its down to Aro and me, and I have no interested in working with Aro, not that I had any interest in working with Aro but a lot of people are loyal to their second tribe and I'm not, I don't have that to fall back on. My goal is just to make jury at this point. It would be awesome to have at least one person I trust, but Jacob is being weird? We basically use each other for information and he said he'd bring me into whatever he had going on, AFTER the merge so I'm like okay.. We're one world but OKAY. All I can really do now is hope Ryan, Johnny and Luca are telling me the truth, that they want either Dana or Mitchell gone and not me. I hate it so much though, I kind of hate not having a say or level or control but this isn't like Ulawa so I can't just go for it, I need some tact here.

OKAY. WELL THIS MOTHERFUCKER (YES ME) FOUND THE IDOL!! I was screaming honestly, because according to what everyone had told me, I was 99% sure that Dana had it, according to what Willow told me. SO! I asked Willow where she thought the idol was, just so I could double back and see if it was really gone, so I'm casually searching, for the first time in forever, not using my random.org strategy of searching for idols, and I ask Willow where to look, and she tells me exactly where to look and then... On 4/23/17, at 5:13 PM, Andrew (Solomon Islands/Hawkins Host) wrote: > Congrats! You have found a hidden immunity idol! You must play this idol after the votes are cast but before the votes are read, this idol can be used to save anyone up until the final 5. I FUCKING LOST MY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. All day I had been contemplating giving immunity to Jacob to ensure his safety, and now I am able to be so much smarter with it. So immediately my first thought is that I'm 100% giving Jacob the idol, keeping my closest ally in the game, and biting the bullet by losing the idol in the first place, but it's fine since any suspicion of having an idol can be a MAJOR hurt to my game, so I took it like a hot potato, threw it in Jacob's direction, and now he's going to play it at his tribal council, and idol Matt out of the game. Here's the sad thing about this (and by sad, I mean fucking hysterical). I told Ryan last night that he needs to message Matt, and make sure Matt understands that him and Jacob working together is the best move, and that if all six of us make the merge, then we're in an incredible position.......... WELL, Matt didn't take that advice, and instead lied to Jacob's face, telling him that him, Allie, Willow and Jacob were going to work together to 2-2 the vote, and then Matt went behind Jacob's back and said there was no chance he was doing that. So now, Jacob is going to use his idol, nullify the five votes against him (since Willow and Allie are bitches and would rather take the easy vote than stand up for a close ally of theirs), and take out Matt, and it is going to be GLORIOUS! This means that Matt's alliance with Allie and Willow frees them up into my hands, it frees up Ryan's previous allegiance to Matt, and focuses his attention more on Lex, Jacob, Ryan and I as a foursome, without Matt involved, and it basically gives me a severe amount of control in this game. As for my tribal council, finding the Makira idol means that there is a very slim chance that Dana actually has one, but I can't stop the splitting the vote plan I made up because then LA, Luca, Ryan and Lex are going to know I was the one who found the idol, and gave it to Jacob, and I don't really want that to happen. Jacob and I are the only ones in the game that fully 100% know what is going to be happening at both tribal councils tomorrow, and if everything goes according to plan: Matt and Dana going home, we are headed into a potential merge with 4 veterans and 7 rookies. TAKE THAT MATH! Honestly, I could see the split vote going poorly in a sense, but I do know that they're targeting LA, and personally I don't give too much of a shit if LA goes home, but the only way it wouldn't work is if Lex AND Ryan flipped on me, and considering Mitchell is trying to get LA to vote for Ryan, I don't entirely see anything going south this round. . However, if things do go south on my tribe with the split vote, I have a SHIT ton of quotes that Ryan has said about not trusting Mitchell that I can hopefully use against him. Either way, I've got Luca, Allie, Willow, Jacob and I working together, hopefully able to swing things at merge if things do go south, and I've still got six people on my side (hopefully), and potentially even swinging in Aro to get him to wanna work with the rookies he started this game with. I've got a plan B to my plan B in this game, but I'm hoping I don't have to drop to plan B. This is probably the only round of the game I can see things going south, but I highly doubt that things will actually go south, and I'm going to be more than okay this round with both tribal councils going exactly how I want them to. Best case scenario: Dana and Matt go home, with Aro burning his idol at tribal when Jacob whips his out. Next best case: Mitchell and Matt go home, with Dana's idol out of the picture. Worst case scenario: Everything else.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VSwosbWktg&feature=youtu.be also this because YAS: [4/23/17, 2:09:11 PM] Matt: I want final 3 with you and Mitch [4/23/17, 2:10:17 PM] Dana: i would absolutely love that. like that’s an ideal situation for me, and i think it would be really fair 2 [4/23/17, 2:10:26 PM] Matt: I agree [4/23/17, 2:10:36 PM] Matt: I don't think we could beat RTP

ok so i havn't made a confesshy in a while but here we GO so the challenge was a load of barnacles but we won so idc??? and miss daisy goes home MAYBE with an idol so??? all good to me!! the important thing is that i've been talking to people. in particular, i've been tryna shore up relations w luca, johnny, and LA; been talking to them for a while, tryna establish trust... you know, dancin. and i think we've been vibing really well which made me feel good bc i like them!! i like people for the most part in one world, which is one of the most intricate elements of the game - from here on out, we all know each other. votes are gonna get harder for that reason. and then i'm dancin at junior prom, come back and see i may have been the first infected with the virus, and then we're goin to double trbal. FJWROIDHFLCUI i fucking hate double tribal. the whole point of the tribal stage is just that - you're a tribe. if you can come together and win, you get to stay a tribe. double tribals undermine that and punish everyone for nothing. it's ridiculous and goes against the very point of the tribal stage; they only work in seasons with more than two tribes. tribes are supposed to stay in tact if they win, but there's no chance to do that here, which is dumb!!!! but ANYWAYS idk what's gonna happen bc i'm all prom'd out and like everyone... but then miss matt, my BOY from day 1, pulls me and dana into a chat to say that RTP is gonna strike at us tonight. matt had already informed me that RTP wanted to me nuMakira vs. nuTemoana in the merge. there's no chance he'll know for sure how tight we all are so maybe he thought he could divide and conquer us, but if jacob goes home on makira, we might be seeing willow/allie/aro/zak/matt/dana/me kick some grassy ass post-merge!! and that's bc i'm playin my idol and gonna send RTP's ass home. i thought i had real relationships w the people here on nunuMakira, but I can't blame them for wanting to vote me out. RTP, on the other hand, is gettin too big for his britches and just had to fuck up a good thing. i knew this would come eventually - there's a reason this kid hasn't reached single digits in seven times playing and it's bc he sux - and of course he just has to fuck up somethin good and now he'll pay the price. either he votes for me w everyone else and i play the idol and he's gone and he feels a fool, or i play the idol and he votes dana and we both still here and he knows that his time is numbered bc matt is a good boy is it too much to ask to just get a good cute alliance together and ride it out??? why y'all got such a BONER for BIG MOVEZZZ and #BLINDSIDEZZ????? old school survivor is legit the best way to play the game and it was the best era of survivor too so fuck y'all goodbye mitchell kalabang ain't goin home tonite!!

Mitchell, stop telling me that I'm your ride or die. We've been on the same tribe for four days, and just because I smoke weed and I'm in a fraternity does not mean I trust your ass. Do you think I haven't heard stories of you leading a charge to take out Lex and Karen the first round of this game, and that you were the one calling the shots on the old Temoana, and that you probably have more connections in this game than anyone? I love that people in this game think I'm stupid. It's starting to fire me up... Let me tell you something. If you think I don't know what I'm talking about in this game, that means that you haven't had a strategic conversation with me yet, and that means I don't trust you. Everyone can take note of that for the future *puts on shades*

We're getting at a pretty far moment in the game right now and I think it's showing, these votes will be crucial when determining which players will be in the right spots come merge. There's this feeling going around, a constant mash of anxiety and paranoia, nobody really trusts each other and it shows. Johnny is really well-placed right now but he's my closest ally at this point. There's a rumour going around that Jacob is going home in the Temoana tribal which will be a big, big warning sign. The issues with Matt still haven't fully healed and suffice to say, I don't trust him at all. As about our vote, I'm very paranoid. I'm being told it's a 3-2-2 vote split, with 3 on Dana and 2 each on Mitchell and LA. This plan should hold together but will it really? Dana is a huge threat to my game, she's been throwing my name around and she has much closer allies in this game than me. So I guess we'll see what happens.

Ok so currently I have like an insane Jacob who is like "It's 5-1 me, you targeted me, this is your plan!" which I mean, is true, but like what the fat hell who thought it was a good idea to tell this crazy ass twink that he was the target because now he could play an idol or do something or expose me to nuTemoana and now I wanna actually shoot somebody :)

this is so dumb but if it works i s2g i'm gonna LAUGH i've been telling like luca and LA that RTP threw their names out knowing that if they were with RTP that would get back to him, and matt confirmed to me that it did FJWMIDSOFJCW my plan's been to make RTP mad and since he's so arrogant he'd be like "oh well mitchell gotta go he's shady" well BITCH it's intentional shade you think i'd get caught??? the funny thing is that it's ridiculous. playing so bad on purpose to get caught without everyone else knowing it's a setup so they vote for you and you idol someone out.... i love the concept but then again it's so fuckin stupid there's no chance it'll work but if it DOES im gonna SCIOEFKNDCEWDISJ tribals gonna be fun bc i know im not dancin outta here yet :) oh and if jacob plays an idol and takes out like matt, and they split the votes and dana goes home here, and we merge right after and my numbers are me, aro/zak, and allie/willow against the world... worse shit could happen!! at least i'm beatin my previous placement know THAT ! (remember when i said the same shit in machu picchu but then actually did go home lol well at least this time i got mr idol :'] )

RIP ME. Stop being so casual Matt, because if you fuck up, I go home. They better be voting Mitch tonight so he can play his idol, because if not IM IN TROUBLE. Also if they split, i'm also probably in trouble unless we can talk LA and Luca into flipping in like a single minute. Basically Matt just told us that Willow and Allie told Jacob that Matt was targeting him for the vote- AND YOU'RE PROBABLY THINKING- WHAT DOES STUPID TEMOANA AND THEIR LAME ASS VOTE HAVE TO DO WITH THE MAKIRA VOTE?. THE ANSWER: LITERALLY EVERYTHING. Matt is the informant from Temoana lettin us know that RTP is coming for me and Mitch, and if this mix up with the Jacob vote got back to RTP then we're fucking screwed because Matt may have inaccurate information about who is going home on our tribe. Who knows what the odds that this happened are, or that RTP decided to flip the vote on me, but irrelevant, but i'm just hoping Mitch and I idoling out RTP doesn't backfire tonight. Here are the scenarios I see happening tonight: 1) Everyone actually is voting LA like RTP told Mitch and I. Mitch and I will still vote RTP, Mitchell will waste an idol, and we lose everyone's trust on this tribe forever (unlikely). 2) Everyone votes Mitchell, we vote RTP, Mitchell idols him out in the biggest heroic fuck-you RTP has ever seen. 3) Everyone votes for me and not Mitchell, I have no idol, and I leave here as a queen who has been wronged by her tribe. 4) They split votes (a big risk), and either i go home (again, as a queen who has been wronged) if it is 3-2 for me, or if it is 3-2 Mitchell RTP and I will tie, at which point Mitchell and I start threatening Luca, LA, and Johnny to vote with Mitch in revote. 5) Something else upsetting happens and i die a spiritual death in the process. [4/24/17, 6:37:22 PM] Dana Barry: is you tribe solid for the vote? [4/24/17, 6:38:11 PM] Matt: Yeah except they decided to tel Jacob I organized the plan to get him out [4/24/17, 6:38:19 PM] Matt: They pulled a Laura Boneham [4/24/17, 6:38:27 PM] Dana Barry: who the fuck told him [4/24/17, 6:38:38 PM] Dana Barry: like that didnt need to happen [4/24/17, 6:39:47 PM] Matt: The girls [4/24/17, 6:39:54 PM] Matt: And like don't blame me [4/24/17, 6:40:06 PM] Matt: Because I was working as a spy to the other tribe and now they know I'm a flipper [4/24/17, 6:43:55 PM] Dana Barry: do people on our tribe from nuTemoana think you flipped? [4/24/17, 6:45:00 PM] Matt: I don't know [4/24/17, 6:45:05 PM] Matt: Jacob might have exposed me [4/24/17, 6:45:23 PM] Matt: in which case I'm worried [4/24/17, 6:45:24 PM] Matt: But idk [4/24/17, 6:46:00 PM] Dana Barry: yeah that would be worrisome, because if he did they could be lying to you about who is going on our tribe tonight so that we’ll waste an idol [4/24/17, 6:47:38 PM] Dana Barry: i wonder if there’s any other way to confirm [4/24/17, 6:49:21 PM] Matt: No clue WISH ME LUCK 2NIGHT CREW

Okay so I'm pretty sure our vote is gonna be a simple 5-1 vote for Jacob, which I feel really bad about. Because Jacob is someone who I really like and have wanted to work with from the beginning but I accidentally screwed that up. I hope I can be friends with him after the game, and hopefully backstab Matt because he's highkey a shady bitch. Allie thinks Matt is just trying to scare us into being his ally. Anyway I hope tribal over on Makira goes well, and that either Ryan or Lexi get voted out since I know them the least.

RTP i'm swingin my big ass dick w my idol around it and u ain't touchin me or that idol but i'll make sure to smack u with it on ur way out

#thequeenstaysqueen

0 notes

ticklishfanfictions · 5 years

Text

The Tickle Monster - Supernatural

“Hey, Dean, I think I found us a case,” Sam said. He threw a newspaper down on the table and pointed to the headline. “Fredericksburg, Texas. Woman was killed, but nobody knows how.” “Probably just another accident,” Dean replied, completely uninterested. Sam sighed. “That’s not all. Three more dead in the past week. All of them were found dead... smiling.” Dean looked up from his laptop. “Huh. That’s weird.” “Yeah, and nobody knows what killed them. I say we drive there.” Dean nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever.” “You okay, man?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s go check it out.” AT FREDERICKSBURG “I... I don’t know why I have to answer these questions,” she said, nearly in tears. “I already talked to the police.” “It’s, uh, a private investigation,” Dean responded. “Mrs. Wellington, did you notice anything odd or out of place the night your sister was killed?” Sam asked. Alyssa Wellington shook her head. “No. She was normal. Everything was normal.” “When did you last see her?” “She got home from work at 6 PM,” Alyssa, who couldn’t have been more than 25 years old, replied. “We had dinner.” “What did you eat?” Dean asked. “Why does that matter?” “We just want to know all the details,” Dean said. “We had chicken noodle soup,” Alyssa replied. “After dinner, she said she was going out with Larry for ice cream.” “Who’s Larry?” Sam questioned. “Her boyfriend,” Alyssa told them. “That was the last time I saw her.” “Did Larry and Rachel have a happy relationship?” Dean knew this was a personal question, but he also knew it could be a lead. “Yes, they loved each other,” Alyssa responded. “Rachel would always come home from her dates all happy and excited... to be honest, I’d never seen her so happy.” The young woman wiped a tear from her face. “You are her older sister, correct?” Sam asked. Alyssa nodded. “And... and we loved each other, too. More than anything.” “Did Rachel have any enemies?” Dean questioned. Alyssa’s face hardened. “No. Nobody I know would do this to her.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Sam said. Him and Dean walked out of her house calmly. “So what are you thinking?” Dean asked once they had walked for a little while. “I don’t know. I mean, smiling victims? And Alyssa said everything was normal.” “You think it was the boyfriend?” Dean wondered aloud. Sam shook his head. “No. I have a feeling it’s something I’ve never seen before.” “Hello, boys,” a voice said. Dean and Sam spun around to face a young girl. She looked about sixteen years old. Her hair was short and straightened. She was carrying a black purse. “Uh... hi,” Sam replied. “Can I help you?” “I think so,” the girl said. “You’re the Winchesters, right?” Dean and Sam looked at each other for a minute, then looked back at the girl. “And who might you be?” Dean asked. “What, you don’t recognize me?” She sighed. “Of course you don’t. That stupid demon never told you anything.” Sam exchanged a look with Dean. “What are you talking about? What do you know?” “I know what you’re hunting. And I can help you,” the girl said. “What’s your name?” Dean asked after a moment’s pause. “Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” she said. Sam nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, you mentioned a demon...” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I’m nothing like him.” “Nothing like who?” Dean wanted to know. “I’m forbidden from saying his name. He is my father, and he punished me one time with a curse. I cannot say his name,” Kennedy said. “But I can give you a hint.” She turned to Sam. “Moose.” Turning to Dean, she said, “squirrel.” Sam and Dean stared at each other with wide eyes. Kennedy sighed and looked down. “Look, I told you I’m nothing like him,” she repeated. “I just need you to trust me. I can help you.” “Oh, can you, now?” Dean asked threateningly. “You tell you father to burn in Hell.” “Dean,” Sam warned. “I hate him as much as you do,” Kennedy explained. “As I got older, I wondered what he did all day and why he was never home with me. When I was about... eleven or twelve, I found out what my dad was doing as a job. I disapproved. He killed a lot of people... especially hunters. I need to avenge their deaths.” For once, Dean had nothing to say. Sam looked into the teenager’s eyes. “Alright. You can help us,” Sam said. “What are we hunting?” Kennedy sighed. “You won’t like it. How about we go back to your motel first? We can talk there.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed. “This is Crowley’s secret daughter!” “Dude. Trust me on this one,” Sam told him before getting in the front of the Impala. Kennedy sat in the back. Dean rolled his eyes before getting in the car and driving, blasting the radio as always. AT THE MOTEL “So what is it?” Sam wanted to know. He sat down on the bed next to Kennedy. Dean sat across from them both. “Which one of you is older?” Kennedy asked. Sam pointed at Dean. Dean smirked and nodded. “Means I can kick his ass.” “Well, you’re screwed, Sammy,” Kennedy told him. Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “It goes after the youngest sibling first,” Kennedy said. “Then, if it needs more, which is unlikely, it’ll go for the older sibling. If there’s an only child, it leaves it alone. It feeds off of laughter.” “What is this thing?” Dean asked. “A tickle monster,” Kennedy replied calmly. Dean chuckled. “Yeah, right. Come on, Sam, let’s get her out of here.” Sam looked at Dean expectantly. “Dude, all the victims were smiling.” “The tickle monster isn’t real,” Dean claimed. “I’m the only one you’ll ever know, Sammy.” He smirked and winked at Sam, who groaned as he looked back at Kennedy. “You don’t have to believe me,” Kennedy said to Dean. “But your little brother here is probably next on the list, so I would either gank this thing or get the hell out of Fredericksburg.” “How do we gank it?” Sam asked. “Silver hurts it. Fire kills it,” Kennedy responded. “How do you know all this?” Dean questioned. “Cause I’ve come in contact with one myself. Unfortunately, I’m also the younger sibling,” Kennedy admitted. “Rachel was the youngest,” Sam said. “How do we kill this thing before it hurts anyone else?” “Easy,” Kennedy replied with a grin. “Bait.” THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS “You guys know the plan?” Kennedy asked. Dean nodded. “I’m ready if you are.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you be the bait?” “Aw, is wittle Sammy afwaid of a few wittle tickles?” Dean teased, poking him in the side. Sam flinched away. “Must be nice, being the oldest,” Kennedy sighed. “Sam, it’s time.” “See you on the other side,” Sam said before walking into the woods and disappearing from our sights. About a minute of silence later, Dean started walking in the general direction that Sam was going in. “Hey! What are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan!” Kennedy whisper-yelled. “Sam needs us. I feel it,” Dean replied. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw next. Sam Winchester was tied with vines to a giant oak tree as a terrifying tickle monster dug into his underarms. Sam let out a loud screech before bursting into unmanly laughter. He yelled through his laughter to them. Kennedy giggled and watched as Sam kept laughing. Suddenly, the tickle monster changed tactics and launched a full-on tickle attack on Sam’s knees. This being his worst spot by far, the youngest Winchester literally screamed before guffawing in laughter. Sam’s entire body jerked around, desperately trying to escape the sensations that felt like tickly electric shocks to him. Sam knew he couldn’t take it much longer. After about thirty seconds, his body went limp and he went into silent laughter. It was then that Dean whacked the tickle monster with a silver pole. The monster yelled out in pain before sprinting towards Dean, leaving Sam tied up and helpless. Dean shouted out in surprise as the scary tickle monster quickly tied him up. He didn’t waste a second and attacked Dean’s ribs, making him squeal like a girl and hold his breath to hold back his laughter. The Winchesters had always been extremely ticklish. They got that from Mary. This trait didn’t benefit Dean, who nearly broke when the tickle monster found that one spot on his upper ribs right below his armpits. Dean barely managed to keep his laughter inside when the monster dragged his claws over his ribs, focusing on that one spot. That is, he controlled it until the monster dug into his ribs with a newfound strength. Dean screamed in surprise and sensitivity as the tickle monster zapped that spot on his upper ribs. He hadn’t been tickled in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it’d felt like, and he was not at all used to it. No, this felt like electric shocks that made Dean jerk to the left when his right rib was squeezed, and jerk to the right when his left rib was squeezed, and the torturous cycle just kept repeating itself. “SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean screamed. “Kennedy!” Sam yelled, struggling to get free from the vines. Kennedy didn’t respond; she was busy rolling around the floor laughing. “Just wait... till I tell my father... about this...” Kennedy wheezed, slapping her knee as she burst into laughter. “You bitch,” Sam muttered. Kennedy smirked as she stood up. “I knew you boys had a weakness besides family. So did Crowley. He just didn’t know what. But I’ve finally figured it out.” “Please,” Sam begged, turning his head towards Dean, who was in hysterics. “You have to help him. Crowley doesn’t want us dead.” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright. Shurale, leave him.” The tickle monster suddenly stopped tickling Dean and walked towards Kennedy. The little girl wasn’t the least bit intimidated. “You control that thing?” Sam gasped. This was the last thing he’d expected, even if the girl had been Crowley’s daughter. Dean was just as shocked, but he was still recovering from the tickling. “Of course I do, Sammy,” Kennedy said with a grin. “How else would I know exactly where he would be? Oh, and silver doesn’t hurt him any more than it hurts us. Of course, whacking anyone with silver will be quite painful, and he’s easily angered.” Kennedy gently stroked the creature’s skin. “Okay, well, can you at least untie us?” Sam asked. “Please?” “Aw, he begs!” Kennedy chuckled. “What do you think, Shurale?” All of a sudden, the tickle monster let out a loud shriek and sprinted straight towards Sam. Sam yelled out in surprise as the tickle monster started tickling his stomach. He instantly started laughing, not able to hold it back. “Hey, hey, Kennedy...” Dean panted. “I know there was some truth to what you said earlier. About disapproving what your dad was doing.” Kennedy was silent as she stared at the ground. Sam, on the other hand, suddenly screamed as the tickle monster went for the kill, digging into his stomach with no mercy. Sam desperately tried to escape. “Crowley’s not a good person. The things he does aren’t right. And you don’t have to be like him. You should make your own decisions,” Dean continued, trying to ignore his brother’s shrieks. Kennedy glared at him. “Shurale, GET HIM!” As the tickle monster ran towards Dean, he jerked around in his bonds. “No, no, no. Kennedy, we can talk about this.” “Already talked.” The tickle monster dug its fingers into Dean’s overly sensitive hips, making him yelp and go completely limp. “H-hey...” Sam managed to say through his rapid breaths. “You don’t have to follow Crowley’s orders.” “Shut up, Winchester!” Kennedy shouted before hurrying over to Dean, who was nearly dying of laughter. “Shurale. Armpits. Now.” Dean gasped as the tickle monster attacked his armpits. He was still laughing, but now he actually made some noise, proving that he could breathe. Kennedy leaned towards Dean’s ear and whispered quietly. Sam struggled to escape as he saw Kennedy squeezing the older Winchester’s hips, making him squeal and kick his legs out like a little kid. To Dean, it felt like a series of electric jolts. And he was completely helpless to the feeling. There was nothing he could do except listen to Kennedy’s words in his ear. He could barely focus on them because of her devilish hands tickling his hips in the most ticklish way possible. Dean has been shaking his head, trying to escape the sensations, but by the time Kennedy had leaned away from his ear, Dean was rapidly nodding. Kennedy grabbed one of the vines and pulled it ever so slightly. Sam was relieved when Dean managed to get one of his hands free and punched Kennedy in the face. It was a little messed up, considering she was a child, but Sam couldn’t care less at this point. Dean yanked at the vines, still laughing from the tickle monster. All of a sudden, the Shurale reared up with a howl and ran towards Sam. He started attacking Sam’s feet, making him yell and squirm. Sam’s entire body shook, even though the Shurale’s fingers only ran lightly over Sam’s feet. He couldn’t stand it and threw his head back in laughter. In the next five seconds, Dean got free from the vines and sprinted towards Sam. He grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed the Shurale in the back. “Backstabber,” Sam muttered, still panting as the tickle monster faded into the abyss. Gone. Dead. Dean chuckled. “Bitch.” “Jerk.” Sam jumped down from the tree. “Where’s Kennedy?” “Gone,” Dean responded. “What? How... she couldn’t have gone far. We have to go after her!” Sam exclaimed. Dean shook his head. “No. Dude, that thing was going to kill me. She saved my life.” “Oh, really?” Sam said, cocking his head to the side. “When was that? While she was tickling the crap out of you? While she was tickling the crap out of me? When?” “Sam, just listen, alright?” Dean started. “You know my hips are my worst spot. That thing would have killed me. She made it switch to my underarms, which aren’t nearly as bad.” “I beg to differ,” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes. “She told me I was right. She hates Crowley’s guts. She doesn’t want to be like him. But Sam, he’s threatened her. He’ll kill her if she defies him.” “Seriously?” Sam gasped. “How do you know she’s not lying?” “I don’t,” Dean said. “But it’s messed up. She’s sixteen. She’s being threatened by her father, who is the King of Hell.” “Crowley’s dead,” Sam argued. “No, he faked his death again,” Dean told him. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” “We have to help her.” Sam laughed. “After what she did to us? Hell no.” “Fine. I’ll help her myself. You’re just too damn ticklish,” Dean said with a chuckle. Sam shook his head. “You’re one to talk. Within thirty seconds of your hips being poked, you were done for.” “Same with you and your knees. Be glad I saved your ass,” Dean replied. “Bitch.” “Jerk.”

0 notes

survivor-all-stars-blog · 7 years

Text

EP 8: “I’m Tired and feeling reckless” - Jenn [ PART I ]

So for some reason I thought that this game to return would have incredibly high scores until I found out that in the 600s seems to be the norm which is a little annoying considering I was just hitting 600 with half my time left before I fucked up. I hope Ruthie wins her way back into the game because she's the biggest angel this game has. I think Jessy fucked up too and I'm devastated b/c she's become one of my best friends in the game. It was strange finding out we've actually played games together before but didn't realize it until 2 weeks into the game and we just got on like a house on fire so I'll be really and truly sad to see her go because she's a bundle of joy. The voting at this mass tribal was honestly awful. Everyone in my expendables alliance lost a life, Ruthie lost both hers and Ricardo lost his last one. Literally anyone I was/would have allied with in the future. It's sad because I see exactly the direction where the game is going, those who had strong pre-existing bonds with lucky tribe swaps have managed to keep squeaking by because the people they've pulled in are too afraid to do anything against it.

Owen clearly has caccooned himself into a currently unbreakable alliance with layers of protection. Pat seemed to recognize this which was good. I'm just really pissed at the current hierarchies of dictatorship that are running the game. It's boring, switch it up huns.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I AM BACK BITCHES! AND I'M BACK WITH FURY AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET KAIT, MJ AND CARSON OUT. THEN WES BECAUSE HE WAS OBVIOUSLY IN ON IT FOR THAT COMMENT HE MADE BEFORE MY TRIBAL.

I'M GOING TO BE SWEET AND TRUSTING TO EVERYONES FACE, THEN I AM GOING TO FUCK THEM ALL UP, I CANNOT WAIT TO CAUSE SOME CHAOS. <3

RUTHIE DID THAT

youtube

@hosts do yall want me out THIS BAD??!! I can't deal with this swap im crying and hysterically laughing at the same time! Literally as fucked as fuck can be! At least queen Ruthie won her way back into the game. Honestly all my friends died that last round so I can't wait to go on premerge holiday with them cuz it'll be LIT!

I love Jenna

Kait and I just got in a fight and I've never wanted to quit this game more in my life.

Okay, who's ready to read a novel?

The last immunity challenge was some more than complicated balls and holes interaction. Going into in, I was of the mindset that anyone other than Jessy had to win, because I didn't know what I would do if she did. I heard rumors about Wes stepping down in this game because he didn't want to vote for anyone on Thotse, and I've never felt so connected to an otherwise literal stranger before. I was also told that Abbey was sitting out because of...dog situations, which is different. It's honestly #puppygate2k17 at this point. Anyways, god bless Kait for winning because it could've been worse than it already was. When results came out, seeing Owen win on Kabru kind of sucked because I had been leaning to striking against him since he threw me under the bus to Ricardo. Which left me at a stalemate on both of my tribes because no matter what happened, I was voting out an ally.

On Kabru, Owen and Logan seemed open to anything. I told Gage that I was on strict orders from Kait to work with him and make sure he was safe. He seemed to take this as good news, and I think our relationship has grown from that point but I can't tell if he's just being fake to my face. I love karma. In Game A, I had to deal with Jake trying to save Jessy. Right after results are posted, he calls me. It's all fine and dandy but c'mon, let's just address the elephant in the room - he's calling to try and convince me to keep Jessy around. In short, because Kait is immune, I'm supposed to vote Jimmy and we're all supposed to be one big happy family. I told him I'd think about it, and I truly did. I am incapable of voting against close friends in games, and right now, this means Jimmy and Kait. I was thinking that maybe I should step down, save my conscience from the pain, but the more I thought about, the more it made sense from a strategy perspective. If I let Jessy stay over me in Game A, I keep more allies for myself since I would be safe in Game B. That way, if I make a merge, I have the optimal amount of people on my side.

Friday comes, and I'm away all day. Out of nowhere, I get a message from Kait saying that Carson told MJ that Jessy had an idol. Kait is at work, so MJ calls me and relays all this info. I'm thinking I should go straight to the source about this, and call Jake and Jessy to confront them. Kait is worried about Carson feeling like we threw him under the bus, so I let it be. I talked to Jake and Jessy, and told them if she wanted to stay, she needed to vote for me. Jake says I can't do that, and he can't call but he'll explain to me shortly. When I told him to get Jessy to vote for me though, it sends him into a tailspin and he suddenly forgets everything he was supposed to tell me. I called him out on it, and he said that he "misinterpreted a conversation" with Owen earlier in the day, but he was wrong. This came after he said it was crucial and top secret info, so it was already shady. He explained that I couldn't leave in Game A, because Steven, Gage and Owen were going to blindside me in Game B. Oh honey, not on my watch. At this point, everything is a shit show, I'm baiting Jessy into voting for me, she's telling Kait and I conflicting things, Jimmy is trying to calm me down and I'm getting paranoid about Game B. So I get pissed at Owen, and contemplate flipping to save Steven with Logan and take out Gage. I don't want to leave though, so I confront both Steven and Gage about the plan to take me out. Gage says it's news to him and Steven sends me receipts that he hasn't talked to Owen since the immunity results are posted. Okay, so I'm safe for B. I go back to Jake and ask him one more time to be honest about if Jessy can save herself. He says yes. I freak out at Jimmy and Kait because I think they need to vote for me. Tribal comes, and Jessy posts a picture in the tribe chat about having an idol. I'm about to need new pants before Ryan says that the idol is fake. Now I'm just hurt (cue crying time #2 in this game) because if Jake really wanted to be my ally, you'd think honesty would be the policy.

After tribal council, it's announced that someone in each game will get to return. Now I love to gamble, but I suck at it. I'm thinking that easily, Jessy and Jack will return in A and B respectively. Seeing Ruthie absolutely demolish everyone today, I mean it wasn't the worst thing to happen for me, but not the best either. She and I don't talk, but I didn't have a hand in her leaving. It also means Jessy is gone for good, and although we cleared the air today, I'm still pissed that they used me when they knew how guilty I'd feel. Anyone who uses emotional manipulation freely like that...that's a little fucked up. When those people were added back to the chat last night, and Jessy said "Malaysia better watch out", I don't know if she was kidding or not, but where does she get off saying that when I literally would've left for her?

Kait said she talked to Jack, and although we don't all talk, he insists that the Malaysia crew is a family. Kait is trying to develop a showmance with Pat, so he can be the new Ben. I don't know what to think about that, and I feel like I should warn him but then, I don't know how their relationship actually is and I'm not about to get in the middle. We swap again tonight, and I'm happy because I'm with Jimmy on both tribes, but worried that Malaysia could be a target in Game B. Not too mention, I'm stuck with Owen on both tribes again too which makes me suspect. I'm increasingly aware of how little he tells me. I called with Jake to make sure we were on the same page after last night, and he pins the entire plan on Jessy and tells me that Malaysia is a sinking ship with Kait at the center of it so he can't be allies with her for much longer. I relayed this information back to her, but it started something bigger that I wasn't ready for. Apparently I'm the better player, have more connections, are more social, blah blah blah and yet she's bearing all the blame for the Malaysia alliance. I felt like it got low-key passive aggressive and cue crying time #3 in this game. After almost a week of planning to make a move against Owen at some point, she wants to go and tell him that they are the two kingpins in the game and need to work together.

I feel like I'm in the middle of everything and I can't make any decision without being criticized. Like Jake, telling me I was giving away my game to Jimmy, and that I should just vote him out because it's "not that deep". You're right, it's not that deep, it's fucking bottomless. Let me educate you all really quickly here: Jimmy is the best one of all of us here and the list about why I'm not about to vote him out would keep you reading this confessional for days. Kait telling me that she thinks Logan might have the idol, and now I have to decide whether to walk by her side or take a shot with Logan and give them a heads up. I'm tired and feeling reckless, so who knows what'll happen?

Righto, when life gets busy confessionals get chucked to the wayside but now I have 0 things on my plate and can go ham!

Let's go way back to my first tribal. Malaysia coming to have a party all being on a tribe together and a party we had. JC was an easy choice for me at least, was around very little and talked absolute nothingness with me. They came to me 8 minutes before the vote was revealed -_-

Next was the rice challenge.... Of the 24 hours we had to do that challenge, I had to work 10, and sleep a decent amount so that left me with the 3rd lowest score. I spent every free minute I had doing it but still was shit house compared to others. Lucky for my tribe's woeful performance Jakey used the old switcheroo and we got to avoid a tribal. Good news for me, but still feel pretty shit for the people that monstered that challenge for nought.

And then when those tribals were all said and done, these shudder-trucking hosts throw us a octuple tribal. Yeah cheers for that you bloody clowns! (Lydia asked for a shout-out conveniently at this time, guess she's a clown). Well I though Game A aka Maslaysia was going to be the simple one, and Game B be a little all over the shop, but little did I know. Game B was sorted in two minutes with a quick convo with Matty and Abbey and Ricardo was Ricardone. Game A on the other hand was wild. Mega-props to Jessy for being savage and causing absolute mayhem among the ranks. We had all 3 of us trying to save one other, Jenn self-voting, Kait voting me and me just chucking a John Kranski at the cameras as the forest burnt down around me. Jessy was hammering these guys with "I have an idol" business and some (won't mention names [JENN]) bought it hook, line and sinker! and entered super crazy cat lady panic mode. Thankfully with 20 minutes to go, common sense prevailed and we decided that if Jessy does all of a sudden miraculously have an idol, there would be no point us chucking votes willy-nilly at each other in order to protect one another in case she doesn't and it forces a tie. From that little anarchy I've got indents in my head from my fingers as I did the "what the muzzlewomp is happening?!" half facepalm/half thinking pose.

This game is still a hoot of a time. Other tribals showed some rowdiness - i.e. the tie between Jack and Wes :O, Ruthie getting doubly wrecked :(, and poor old Steven getting done :/.

honestly i'm crying

the ONE TRIBE i did NOT want to go to TRIBAL COUNCIL goes. Like we needed to win because now what???

Jenn/Jimmy/Kait aren't going to vote against each other. Lydia and I really N E E D Abbey. And Gage is probably up Kait's A$$ so like fdsjkhsdf what the fuck is gonna happen like???

I don't want Lydia to have to use her idol and idek what good it would do anyways unless somehow like the same person left at both tribals or something but idk I'm just freaking screaming.

Lydia talked to Kait and Kait keeps telling Lydia she wants to work with her but then Kait also says that to me and??? I don't know. I don't know how to feel about Kait because she makes it seem like we're super close and maybe that wouldn't be that bad of a thing to be super close with Kait but it's so so so obvious she has other people in this game and she hasn't done a single thing to try to get me in with those people. I guess she has some group with MJ/Pat and herself, I'm positive she has one with Jenn and MJ probably, like.... She's gotta have all these groups and I'm not in a single one. So everything in me is like..... Telling me not to trust her because I know she won't give me the same trust? And she didn't tell me about ANY of the shit Jake was doing last round, Logan did.

Which leads me to like.... God.

In an attempt to save Jessy I guess, Jake told Jenn/Kait that I was teaming with Steven and Gage to try to get Jenn out??? And AFTER the vote, Logan came and told me this. So Jenn and Jake didn't talk to me about it... Logan did.

So I went to Jake and pretended like I didn't know he was the one who made up the rumor I was like "omg someone was saying shit about me!!!!!!" and he ended up confessing to it he was like 'They thought you and I were a super secret alliance so I made that up' like... Okay, Jake, way to not tell me :) It's clear he wasn't doing it for anything but his and Jessy's own interest.

So I go to Jenn and I bring it up and say that it was all a lie and that Jake had told me he made it up and.... She says it's okay and that she wants to keep working together in our group with Logan. BUT THEN SHE WENT AND TOLD JAKE WHAT I SAID ABOUT HIM!!!!?????

How fucking messy can these people be??? Like, Logan said I was messy look at these people??

It's just a whole freaking cluster of lies and truths and NONSENSE and I don't like it. I obviously can't trust Jenn. I seriously doubt I can trust Jake. I don't think I can trust Kait, and I really don't know how to feel about Gage. Lydia is the only one who is honest with me, I guess, and if I found out after this season that she's been lying to me too i'm gonna SC R E AMMMMMMMMMM :)

I don't know what to do for tribal. Maybe I'll get something in the adventure.

WELP! only going to tribal in 1 game

mjs talked to me about some pretty interesting points, and honestly, i need to kick my social game up because otherwise i have no chance of making the merge.

ruthie joined both of the tribes i'm on which is interesting, but who knows why she did that.

ruthies smarter than she lets on, i know that, and she's such a big threat that it'd be dumb to let her make it too far in this game.

i feel like im DECENT with the amount of allies i have, but who knows. all i want is merge, and hopefully its sometime soon.

Carson, I see you all up in my PM's now sweetheart. Like I literally told you ALL my game. I told you about my alliance with Kait and MJ right before tribal and just UGH. I'm so glad I'm immune!

Best case scenario for my personal game would be Kait leaving and I'm going to try my HARDEST to get that to happen! She has way too many friends up in this game and she is connected to everyone. I'm being careful from here on out what I tell to any of them and as much as I love Steffen I'm putting my own game first from now on, I'm still in this thing and I don't plan on being voted out again for a long, long time.

I got swap fucked lmao. I finally get onto a tribe with Lydia, but most of the tribe are already friends. Amazing content

So... I may possibly soon be in an alliance with Jakey and Jack? YES PLEASE. I'm just glad I might have the numbers for something soon.

WHAT THE HELL IS MJ DOING UP IN MY PM'S THIS TIME. Let's see, probably trying to make sure I don't vote out his dynamic duo Kait.

Okay he apologized for voting me and told me he felt closer to Carson and I really do appreciate his honesty. I wish I hated MJ but I just can't UGH. MJ WHY ARE YOU SO LIKEABLE?

I'm so chuffed that we won immunity and that I won my battle and finally got to go on "reward". So I found myself a nice disadvantage to take back to my tribe which will only build my shitty target I have on myself. I'm still hoping that people will start to make big moves before the merge to take out a potential threat to their individual game. It would make sense to do that but they haven't so far and the run of the mill stuff is a little boring. I keep trying to throw out messages for conversations but no one really seems up for talking so maybe I'm a bit abrasive? Who knows. I guess since I'm becoming more confident as an individual player from my last game that that could be the case. Even Lydia thought I was having a go at her when I just wished her good luck at tribal? Or that's the way it came across. Annoying since I thought I was given Steffen pointers to pull her into the old Hudson 3 in that tribe to make a block of 4 which would guarantee them a tie. I'm hoping Steffen survives b/c he's honestly the only true ally I have left, who talks with ease. Of course I've other connections with Matt, but we're all surviving on one life so I'd be surprised if any of us made the merge.

youtube

[4:23:03 AM] kait ~~/: if abbey leaves this vote [4:23:05 AM] kait ~~/: i'm [4:23:12 AM] kait ~~/: gonna have to vote jimmy after [4:23:16 AM] kait ~~/: dont leak

WHAT THE SWEET HELL IS THIS? If Abbey leaves, okay fine even though I wanted Owen to leave, but if this is some sort of deal with Lydia... DARKSIDED!

Another day, another tiebreaker loss. But at least it's not both. I've been spending a lot of time on calls lately. Probably more than I've ever done in a TS game. I guess that's the way people do things now to avoid receipts? I haven't REALLY played since HvV2, and nearly everything was done in writing. So it's weird. Most of my call time has been with Kait. She's a badass. Despite her assertions to the contrary, she's a killer gameplayer. Maybe a bit on the abrasive side, but that's not a bad thing when shit needs to get done. And once the game talk is out of the way it leaves us free to just talk. The best alliances are formed with people you're super comfortable talking with, and she definitely fits that bill. We firmed up a F2 last night and I feel so good about it. The next-most call time has been with Lydia, and I feel the same about her. Both her and Kait have a tendency to get a lot of hate for their voting habits and styles, but a big part of me does wonder how much of it is truly deserved. I know Kait's a bit on the aggressive side, but I've never played long enough with Lydia to see why her votes always leave a trail of hurt feelings. She suggested yesterday it might be because people think they can control her, she does her own thing and they get upset over it. I could see that, honestly. Right now, Lydia and Kait are working together out of necessity. Both are trying to rebuild the friendship that took a serious hit in Animal Crossing (if I believe them. I'm not naive enough to think I'm the only one obscuring relationships.) I'm happy to ride along with that. Jack's probably next on my list. We haven't been talking quite as much since the swap, but I still feel good with him. We called with Lydia yesterday and talked out the vote... frankly, if he were to turn, now would be a great time to do it. I couldn't even be too mad. But I don't think he will. I just don't get that vibe from him right now. Next up is gonna be MJ and Logan. These two are in a dead heat and that's because I enjoy them both so much. Logan has been super communicative all game, and I really appreciate that of them and their game. I know we've had some... rocky moments in the past, but I've always liked the times where Logan and I can work as a unit. They have a great mind for the game and don't mind putting their thoughts out there. My reservation with going all-in with Logan: I know their style. They're so predisposed to slide along undetected until the end behind bigger targets and nobody targets them because, well shucks, they're just so likeable. And that's when they strike. MJ has also been really communicative. I mentioned at the outset of the season that I was unsure about working with him, but he's done a lot to soothe that thinking. I get great vibes from him, he talks to me, he seems to be including me in his plans, and we called yesterday just so he could share intel, even though we aren't hitting tribal together. All great things. My reservation with going all-in with MJ: I've seen firsthand how effortlessly he can deceive. And while that's no different that Kait or Lydia or Jack or.... most of this cast, really, there's just that ingrained 'ugh' factor from Olympics. I'm trying really hard not to let it impact this game, but... I know it's affecting my outlook on him. I don't like that. Wes is a tough one to place. Instinctively, I'd want to put him ahead of Logan/MJ. But our communication has really crawled to a standstill since his Hudson death. I still do trust him, and I know what an insanely valuable and loyal ally he can be. But I also know there's a very clear understanding by most people that Wes and I are together. And that's fine... better to have a strong known ally than a weak unknown one. I'm just wary about potentially being targeted for it... but I'm also aware that there are bigger, more visible duos and alliances out there. Jenn, I've got very mixed feelings on. I love her to death. She's absolutely fantastic, and really engaging to talk with. But it lowkey kinda bothered me how she seemed to be okay with laying her game down last round? I know, Jimmy's a good friend. I can't blame her for wanting to protect him. But I really don't know if she'd do the same for me. I suspect not. And that would be one of those stronger duos I was talking about. I really wouldn't want to be the one to cut Jimmy, though. If Jenn gets free of that relationship in here, it'll be akin to trying to steal a bear cub from its mother. Which is not to say that Jimmy's a cub – he's a very bright and entertaining dude himself – but, at the risk of being set in my ways, I still think Jenn is the more dangerous player. Steffen.... agh. I'm still super sketched out. I'm trying, my dudes. But he's been giving me the same runaround on this vote that he did with the Wes boot. Which... would be fine, I guess, if I was hearing he was doing the same elsewhere. But Lydia said he's looking to take out Carson, and it kind of bothers me that Steffen wouldn't trust me enough to throw the name out? For all the talk about trust and having each others' backs, actions speak louder. And his actions and words just aren't jiving right now. Christ. Jiving. Have I ever sounded like more of an old man? There's a big drop-off on the trust radar after Jenn, anyway. Beyond Steffen, I also get conflicting feelings about Matt (who's been MIA for much of the pre-merge and has only really re-opened communication lines recently, plus he shot himself in the foot with his Eastin-like rant in the OW chat,) Ruthie (who I absolutely adore but who I know I won't be able to keep around next time Andaman hits tribal at this rate,) Owen (who can leave now thanks. Not about to see him sneak his way to the finals like he usually does in side games or the BB community,) Jake (DUDE, if you really are a free agent, TALK WITH ME. WE CAN DO STUFF. It's hard when our conversations feel like I'm just playing tennis against a brick wall.) I'm breaking this off into a separate paragraph because that last one is getting hard to read. Anyway I think Carson is working with me more out of necessity than a strong desire to do so, and if I'm right then the feeling is definitely reciprocal. Abbey... well, our paths haven't crossed since OG Andaman. Hard to tell where she's been or is going, but I'd be surprised if I were in her plans come merge. Steven is too close with Steffen and Ruthie for me to be able to put 100% faith in him, even though we had some pretty rad chats on Hudson and before. And Gage and I have never been together in here. I do worry about him being in the same vein as Logan and Owen, though – being able to slide to the end under the radar. Oh wait up. I just wrote all this out then remembered there's a chance someone does an Edgic for this season. Dammit. I need to start shading more people. Um MJ EATS BABIES. JIMMY IS THE KIND OF PERSON WHO SLOWLY DRAGS A CHAIR ALONG THE GROUND BEFORE SITTING IN IT, MAKING THAT AWFUL FUCKING GRINDING NOISE EVERYONE HATES. OWEN IS HUMAN FRO-YO. IF PAT WERE AN ICE CREAM FLAVOUR HE'D BE PRALINES AND DICK. I think I went too far with that last one.

i just went on call with kait but im PRETTY sure she was lying to me? like it didnt sound rlly truthful? but idk i might as well trust in her bc mj trusts her but that malaysia shit IS strong, and i wanna keep jake with me, so i dont wanna vote him. i might need to try and steer the vote somewhere else? so that both the people i trust are safe (also if kait acc did throw me under the bus ill be pissed)

Im going home today!!!!!! Lydia tried her damndest which is really cute i love her so much. But yeah theres nothing I could do. The other people on denali just know each other too well and I'm just the odd man out which is fine! Im not mad at anyone at all I still think taking games personally is dumb. Im gonna be petty tho bc theres no hope for me ad I've never gotten the chance to be petty in a game before!!!!! Anyway I enjoyed my time in the game, I wish I could have played more with Lydia but oh well, shit happens. I hope she wins how cute would that be. We would be a true power couple then

not important

youtube

i have this sinking feeling that im gonna be blindsided? idk ahhh im paranoid

55 mins to go!

youtube

If Kait doesn't go home tonight I am SO screwed. I think that just MAYBE we might be able to pull this off if I can get Carson on my side again! Also, I'm in an alliance with Jakey and Jack and I am ABSOLUTELY LOVING IT! I couldn't ask for a more perfect alliance and it's time to take on EVERYONE together... but first Jakey cannot go.

youtube

#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled

0 notes