#don't wanna use libby

[fictionalsadist]

I'm really sad that Overdrive is switching to Libby. Overdrive was simple to figure out as a new user and just has a a really easy user interface.

Libby sucks and reminds me of amazon audible. I just find it confusing. And it uses WAY more background energy than Overdrive. Like what the hell are you doing back there? Especially when I've closed the program? What the hell?

But I'm not getting a choice in the matter cause they're gonna stop supporting Overdrive next year and I'm just very sad and frustrated over this.

Logically I know that I'll get the hang of Libby eventually but damn it Overdive was perfectly functional.

#free library audiobook programs #overdrive #libby #switchover #personal rant #don't like it #don't wanna use libby

[atinylittlepain]

Unexpected expectings universe where Joel loves their kids so much it makes him selfish and he wants another. So they’re fucking and he’s begging to come inside her and for another baby 😭

so here's the thing

warnings | 18+ alcohol consumption, allusions to smut

having Libby was already a huge emotional, psychological, logistical challenge for the both of them. i just don't think they'd ever even consider having another baby, at least not when they're in their right minds.

however...

There is one time, a little bit after Libby's second birthday, that Tommy manages to get Joel completely sloshed at the Tipsy Bison after a shift. The stubborn fool just cannot back down from a challenge, something that Tommy knows all too well, and had used to his advantage when he bet Joel that he could outdrink him.

Joel goes stumbling home, and when he finds his woman sitting on the couch, bare legs up while she reads a book, his mind goes a little paleolithic.

All she gets from him is a warbly smile before he's literally laying down on top of her, burying his face in her neck and taking a deep inhale of her scent.

"Smell so good, darlin. Always smell so good- and soft-" he cuts himself off with a hiccup that jostles the both of them with its force.

"So soft and pretty- I wanna-" another hiccup, her frustration growing as his words slobber over her neck.

"Wanna see you all soft and round again- give you another-" hiccup, she shoves at his shoulders, trying to get him to at least lift his face from where he's nuzzling into her shoulder now.

"Give you another baby" Oh shit. She freezes under him, before pressing her palm to his forehead to finally get him to look at her. His eyes are glassy, a dopey little smile hanging on his lips, and it all clicks for her.

"How much have you had to drink?" He grunts, shrugging a little. The moment she takes her hand away from his forehead, his face drops back down into her neck, a little "oof" leaving his lips.

"C'mon, mama. You're so- so good with our girls- lemme give you another one." His words are a thick slur, mumbled together between startling hiccups. She's heard quite enough, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging lightly to coax his head back up.

"Oh, Joel. What am I gonna do with you?" His sweet little smile turns into a smarmy grin at that.

"Well I've got a few thoughts actually." She has to laugh. It's rare to see Joel Miller so completely off his head. Unfortunately, he takes her giggling as a good sign, and swoops in for a sloppy kiss. The taste of him confirms her suspicions, and she promptly shoves him off of her. He flops back against the couch cushions, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm.

"You want it like that tonight? I don't mind it a little rough, darlin." Jesus h. christ. She's never going to let him live this down.

She wordlessly gets up off the couch, grabbing both his wrists to haul him up onto his feet. He slings his arm over her shoulders, hanging a lot of his weight off her as he noses at the side of her face, all while she tries to drag him further through the house.

"You takin me upstairs, mama? I like it when you take charge." She passes right by the stairs, hauling him to the back of the house and out the backdoor, onto the porch in their backyard. She manages to get him down the stairs of the porch and onto the grass, the stupid grin on his face still present as he looks down at her.

"What're we doing out- outside?" It's more of a whine than a question as he tosses his head back on his neck. She has to stifle another laugh.

"You stay right there, ok? I'll be right back with a surprise." That grabs his attention fast, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

"A surprise?" She nods, trying to look as serious as possible.

"Mmhmm, but you have to wait right there." When it seems like he really is going to stay in place, after a few failed attempts in which she had to shove him back by his shoulders, she turns to walk around the side of the house. She cranks on the spigot to the garden hose, unraveling it and dragging it back with her.

He grins at her when she pops back around into the backyard, opening his arms out wide.

"I'm ready for my surprise, dar-" Joel doesn't get to finish that particular sentence, not when he yelps as she pulls the hose from behind her back and sprays him with a jet of cold water. She drenches him, even as he lets out a string of curses. His shirt is soaked, sticking to his chest, and his jeans are a much darker shade of blue. His eyes are wide as he looks at her, stuck shocked where he stands.

"When you're sobered up and done acting like a fool you can come inside and dry off."

The next morning, squinting behind a pounding headache, he has to beg her not to tell Tommy about what happened. He'd never let him live it down. She agrees, but on the condition that he has to take on toilet training Libby.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller angst #joel miller au #joel miller blurb #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel miller imagine #unexpected expectings

[rustedhearts]

Tough Guy (Boxer!Steve x Librarian!fem reader)

summary: after a violent fight with a stranger on the streets of boston, steve reaps the consequences of his own actions. you worry about the future of your relationship.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the steve collection ♡

warnings: blood, boxing-related violence, also regular but pretty intense violence, angst, physical fight, steve goes to jail :)

boston, massachusetts april 1990

Within the first two months on the road, Steve's career skyrocketed.

He went from a locally famous fighter to a national name. The endorsements started putting together press conferences before and after fights, and every time you watched him from behind a curtain backstage, sitting at those tables with a mic in front of him, sunglasses shielding him from the blinding shutters of cameras, it filled you with a jolt of pride. His hard work was finally coming to fruition. All the training, the dieting, the bruises and headaches—it was starting to mean something.

You sat front row at every fight, flashing sweet smiles of encouragement, leaping to your feet to clap, leaning forward to shout validations. Before every fight—once Steve ducked into the ropes and stood to his full, hulking height—he'd look off at you and press his puffy, gloved knuckles once to his mouth, then twice to his heart. You'd blow a kiss back in response, nodding firmly in affirmation. You tried not to get too sappy before a fight; Steve had to concentrate, he couldn't have distractions.

But Steve was a hard man to distract before a fight. He was always deeply engrossed in his own head, staring off at concrete in the dressing rooms, bouncing his foot while his knuckles were wrapped. He rarely even paused to press a kiss to your mouth; he couldn't get out of his own head long enough to think about it.

You didn't mind, though. Steve always made up for it in the hotel room afterwards. Purpled and blued with bruises, mouth scented of blood, hands warm and clammy and still a little shaky—Steve would work himself slowly between your legs until they were jello, until he had you gasping and mewling and he could barely hold himself up with his sore arms. But he never stopped. Not until you struggled to breathe and were too tired to move.

It was his way of saying 'I love you,' when words escaped him.

"Man, once we get to Vegas—I'm hittin' the slots," Mikey boasted from the passenger seat of the SUV.

You wished you would've been able to rent a bus, or some sort of vehicle large enough for the four of you. The longer you drove, the more cramped it started to feel. Right now, your head was in Steve's lap, one hand buried in your hair and the other rubbing your thigh. You'd been fatigued for days, barely able to keep your eyes open on long drives between hotels, gyms, and arenas. It didn't help that you were on your period and cramping like hell.

"Don't go wasting all that dough, Santorini. The kid's gotta keep this winning streak up if we wanna stay rich," Big chuckled behind the wheel.

Above you, Steve rolled his eyes. You fiddled with the strings of his sweatshirt, pulling them gently just to watch them bounce back up.

"Nice to know you have faith in me," Steve grumbled.

Big glanced at the pair of you in the rearview. "I do have faith in you, son! I'm just keeping you on your toes. Ain't that right, Libby?"

You hummed, reaching up to scratch your nails against Steve's stubbled jaw. "Mm, I think Steve's gonna keep the streak up. He's a winner."

Steve tilted his chin down to look at you, softening at the sight of your eyes blinking up at him. He huffed through his nose, dragging his hand through your hair and along the side of your face, rough and firm. His thumb caught the underside of your jaw, tipping your head up to angle your mouth to his liking. He bent slowly, pausing when the tip of his nose met yours.

"Thank you, angel," he whispered across your waiting lips, just loud enough for you to hear.

You grinned, wrapping your hand around his wrist. "You're welcome."

♡ ♡

After five hours on the road, you finally arrived in Boston. The entire car began complaining of thirst and hunger an hour ago, so your stomach grumbled with overdue need the moment Big pulled in front of an Italian restaurant not too far from the hotel.

"C'mon, baby." Steve jostled you in his lap, ignoring your whining protests.

He hauled you into a seated position by the back of your neck, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before popping the door open. You huffed and puffed as you slid toward the open air, stomping your feet onto the pavement of the road. Steve grinned at your petulant behavior, yanking you close by the wrist to wrap his hand around your jaw.

"So pouty, baby," he teased, squishing your cheeks together and watching your lips pucker with amusement.

You furrowed your brows at him, eyelids drooping. "M' tired."

He pressed a quick peck to your squished lips. "I know. We'll eat, then sleep. Good?"

You nodded, and with another swift kiss to your mouth, he released your face and collected your hand in his grasp. You allowed him to guide you, woozy with exhaustion. The sounds of Boston—horns honking, people shouting, distant sirens—seemed muffled by blood rushing to your head. You hadn't been in an upright position for hours.

The restaurant was dimly lit, which did nothing to help rouse you from your wading state of slumber. They seated you at a table in the back, the heels of the waitress clicking hurriedly across checkered tile as she guided you to the table. By the way she smiled at Steve and bent over his plate to pour water into his glass, it was clear she recognized him. The sight of her breasts sitting on his empty plate like a slice of chicken woke you up—at least enough to glare at her and scoot closer to Steve, sliding your hand through the back of his hair.

The men lit cigarettes and browsed through the menu, and you leaned your head on Steve's shoulder while flipping through the laminated pages lazily. Steve flipped his lighter open and closed, the hiss of the flame quickly suffocated when capped. Mikey was talking about Vegas again, rambling about all the naked women he'd see and all the money he'd spend.

"When d' we go to Vegas again?" you murmured, rubbing your cheek on Steve's arm.

He tapped his lighter on the tablecloth, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to blow the smoke away. "Uh, end of next month. Why, you wanna try your hand at poker, honey?"

Steve rubbed at your hair, a scrunch of his fingers against the crown of your head that made you scowl. You flicked his hand away, huffing.

"No, m' just tired of hearing Mikey talk about it already."

Steve looked at Mikey across the table through his lashes, flashing an amused smile as he choked back a chuckle. Your generally sweet and quiet demeanor usually crumbled when you reached a certain point of exhaustion, and it was clear you were toeing the line now.

Big let his laugh loose, patting Mikey on the back. "You and me both, girl."

You sighed, eyes fluttering closed again. Steve ripped his cigarette away from his mouth again to nudge you up.

"Baby, you gotta stay awake."

You groaned, rolling away to sit up straight in your chair, though your shoulders soon slumped and your chin tucked toward your chest. A 'tired,' tumbled from your mouth, and Steve gently tapped his hand on your thigh.

"I know, baby, just a little longer. Want me t' order for you?"

You barely remember nodding, but soon there was a plate of angel hair pasta with shredded Parmesan sitting in front of you, a coke with lemon at your right. You sipped at it with a sigh, leaning your elbow on the table. You'd never felt this tired before.

You were so busy focusing on twirling the prongs of your fork into the mound of steaming pasta that you hadn't noticed the group of men lingering near your table. You were too worried about keeping a steady grip around the utensil, too tired to truly grip.

"Can we help you fellas?" It was Big that called attention to it.

You lifted your head from where it rested on your fist, turning to see the men at the edge of your table. Steve instantly pulled your chair a little closer. Sleep began to dissipate from the corners of your eyes.

"Ah you...ah you Steve Harrington? The Steve Harrington?"

Their attention turned to Steve, a finger pointed too close to his face for his liking. He instantly leaned away from it, eyes narrowing into that cold, empty look he gets when he isn't around the three of you at this table. You were the only ones who got to see a gentler side of him—the rest of America only knew his brick-wall personality.

"Listen, we're tryin' t' eat here," Steve gruffed, motioning toward your plates full of food.

The man was young, between your age and Steve's, his face red and puffy and alcohol stiff on his breath. He looked like he stepped right out of MTV, and you glanced sideways at the rest of his friends lingering behind him, tapping their ashes onto the floor of the restaurant without care.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, totally," the man stuttered. "Just wanted to say m' a big fan, man."

Big inched his chair out, preparing to stand when Steve placed a hand out to stop him. He turned his attention back to the stranger in the backwards baseball cap, nodding curtly.

"Yeah, I appreciate it. Now you wanna fuck off?"

You stiffened in your seat, knowing the sharp tone of Steve's voice meant his patience was wearing thin. In response to his abrupt shift, the other men guffawed.

"Whoa, man, I was just showing my ah-ppreciation. No need to be an asshole."

You saw it—the way Steve's head twitched the smallest jerk back, how the muscle in his neck bulged with a squeeze of his teeth together. You felt it next—his fingers gripping your thigh like a vice, sure to leave marks in their wake. You squeaked, reaching out to place your hand over his.

"Hey, man," Steve mimicked, parroting the man's accent, "I'm askin' you nicely to leave. You don't want me to have to make you."

The man stumbled back into his friends, head shaking with disbelief. His eyes were glossed with a drunken haze, and an uneasy chill whipped through you when they glanced your way.

"Whatever, man. Just some fuckin' fake anyway."

His friends tugged him away, and their descent toward the exit was slow and full of mumbled insults that all made you stiff and nauseous. When they were gone, Mikey scowled.

"Can you believe the nerve of those fuckin’ kids?”

Big sighed, shaking pepper flakes over his half-eaten slice of pizza, eyes narrowed on the door. "They're just looking for attention. Hey, you okay, Libby?"

All eyes turned to you, pale and queasy, poking at your pasta with the prongs of your fork. Steve let up on your thigh, rubbing the aching handprint on your skin. You nodded weakly.

"M' sorry, honey," Steve sighed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You okay?"

You flashed a tight-lipped smile, nodding again. "I'm fine, Stevie. I just...didn't want there to be a fight."

Steve picked up his pizza, ripping off a bite from the pointed end. Grease slicked his lips, made them shiny and pink.

"M' not gonna fight those fuckers. Just...eat your food, baby, c'mon."

♡ ♡

Steve managed to get you to eat half the plate of pasta and a roll of dense bread. You stumbled into the parking lot attached to his side, bloated with food consumption and still woozy with fatigue. You relied completely on Steve's solid figure to prop you up—an arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other hand ready to pick you up at any moment. Big and Mikey walked ahead, smoking another cigarette and chatting about what to watch on pay per view at the hotel.

You were just about to get into the car when a whistle shrilled from down the sidewalk. All four of your heads turned, finding the dark shadow of the same man from earlier, friends abandoned elsewhere. He continued to stumble your way with a glazed look in his eye, drunkenly determined.

"Hey, Harrington! Wanna talk t' ya, man," he called out.

You wrapped your hand around Steve's sweatshirt, anchoring him to you. Your other hand found the door handle, taking a sharp breath in.

"Steve, let's just go," you muttered. For the second time tonight, your sleepy haze dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

The man whistled again, cupping his hands around his mouth to holler at Steve. Big and Mikey were at Steve's side in an instant, crowding in close.

"Harrington, kid, don't do it," Big warned, voice stern and fatherly.

But you could see it in Steve's eyes—his face illuminated by the streetlight's yellow beam—that steely determination, the fiery stubbornness, his hungry need to prove himself. Steve never turned down a fight. He never stopped looking for one. All he needed was a tipping point—one thing to send him over the edge.

"What, you scahed, Harrington? All that tough guy shit on tv just for show?"

It wasn't enough, but it was close. Steve popped the door handle, nudging you toward the backseat. You fought his pushing hands, your own flying out to grab the door handle and the lip of the car. You held on with all your might, lip wobbling.

"No, Steve. Steve, please, it's not worth it," you begged, voice unsteady with panic.

Steve slipped his sunglasses from the collar of his sweatshirt, tossing them behind you into the backseat. The man behind him whistled again, clapping his hands together to amp himself up. Mikey ran his hand down his face, head shaking on the sidewalk. Everyone knew what was coming next.

"You should listen to her, Harrington," Big started, gazing at Steve over his shoulder. "You're givin' this guy exactly what he wa—"

"—yeah, that's right, Harrington, go cry to ya bitch."

Your eyes widened, heart thumping hard in your throat. Steve just smiled, half-lipped and sly. Your heart dropped. You were frozen as he cupped his hand around your jaw and kissed your head, barely even registering him ripping himself away with you until all you caught was cold air.

You heard the familiar crack of bones colliding before you saw it. It was like coming back to consciousness, like how you snap from slumber by the trill of an alarm clock. That violent sound ripped you from your frightened daze, just in time to see a body collapsing to the floor.

Steve stood over him, chest rising and falling with heavy, huffed breaths. He looked just like he did in the ring, massive and immoveable—dangerous and unhinged. He gave the man a second to recover from the right hook to his jaw before Steve was on top of him, pounding down hit after hit.

"Steve! Steve, stop!"

You leapt from your position in the backseat doorway, but a pair of arms immediately clutched around your middle. The barrier massive and full of tense muscle—Big, hoisting you up off the ground in a bear hug.

You clawed at his back and flailed your arms, kicking your feet and losing a shoe in the process. The kitten heel went flying across the sidewalk.

"Steve! Stop it!" Your throat was growing raw already.

Your vision of Steve blurred with the onset of hot tears, stinging your eyes already aching with exhaustion. You soaked Big's broad back, protests growing weaker the longer you fought his ironclad grip. Mikey was pacing the sidewalk, warding off people trying to intervene, doing all he could to avoid someone calling the cops.

But the 'woop-woop' of sirens was inevitable. Blue and red lights blanketed the street in flashing color. Your vision became a blurry kaleidoscope of figures and shapes, but nothing solid. Your hands were shaking, clasped around Big's t-shirt.

"Honey, I need you to breathe. Hey, can you take a deep breath for me?"

And then you were sitting on the curb in Big's lap, held like a child after a nightmare, struggling to breathe in time to the police officer's guiding gasps. Hiccuping breaths escaped you like stutters, and a slow turn of your head over Big's shoulder allowed you to see what they'd all been shielding you from for the past ten minutes:

A pool of blood on the sidewalk, a stretcher with an unconscious man wearing a neck brace. Even from this distance, there was no mistaking that the chunks sitting in the blood were teeth. There was so much blood.

"Wh-where's St-Steve?" you gasped, turning back to the officer.

He stood up again, previously crouched to accommodate your seated position. He rolled his lips together, hands finding his hips. He glanced behind you at Big, who nodded softly.

"Well, uh...your boyfriend beat a man half to death, honey, so...he's goin' to jail tonight."

All you could hear was the thump of your heart in your ears. You could feel it, too, pumping with such force that your throat ached. You thought your temples might burst open at any moment. Your stomach churned with sickness. It lined your cheeks with a sourness that gathered saliva under your tongue.

You swallowed once, hard. "Okay."

The officer lingered a moment, and with another nod Big's way, stepped back toward his squad car. The other one, the one your boyfriend was handcuffed in the back of, was already on its way to the station.

Big rubbed at your shoulders. "What do you wanna do, kid?"

Your hands were still shaking when they wiped at your cheeks, freeing them of sticky mascara tears. A sigh rattled in your throat with snot and more unsheathed tears.

"Sleep," you replied.

Big gazed off over his shoulder at Mikey, who was already on the phone with endorsements explaining what happened before they caught whiff of it through the paparazzi. They'd be here in no time with all the commotion on the street. Mikey looked at Big, shrugging his shoulders. Harrington did what Harrington did. Now he had to reap the consequences.

"Alright," Big sighed, patting your shoulders, "let's get you to sleep then."

♡ ♡

In the end, you didn't get much sleep.

You could barely remember what it was like to sleep without Steve pressed against your back. The bed felt empty and cold that night. You tossed and turned for hours, weeping into the pillow, and always moments away from calling your father to take you home. All you wanted was the safety of home, the security of Steve—you didn't have any of that right now. In fact, you'd never felt more terrified.

In the morning, you were like a zombie. Big and Mikey came knocking, carrying a cup of coffee (flavored with vanilla since they knew you liked sweet things) and a breakfast sandwich. You took one bite of the sandwich and could barely stomach half the cup of coffee. You looked paler than usual, and when they asked if you wanted to shower and clean yourself up, all you could do was shake your head.

Big managed to wipe your face clean and hand you a sweatshirt—Steve's, roomy and scented of Marlboros and pine cologne.

In the car, the backseat felt just as wide and empty as your bed.

"We already posted bail, but they want to set a court date. We gotta get ahold of that guy, see what kind of offer he's willing to take," Mikey rambled, elbow leaning against the door.

Big glanced at you periodically in the rearview. You hadn't said one word all morning, but he could tell just what you were thinking. How could he do this?

When you arrived at the police station, all you could feel was numbness. Your boyfriend was locked up behind bars in this sterile looking building, but you couldn't feel anything. Perhaps it was the exhaustion still puppeteering your body, weighing you down from truly feeling how you wanted to feel. Either way, all you could do was blink blankly at the barbed wire in the window, and wait for one of them to ask.

"Coming in, or staying here?" Big asked, and you turned away from the window.

You pondered it for a minute. Did you want to see Steve in there? Did you want to see him holding his belongings in a plastic bag, fingers smudged with ink from fingerprinting? Did you want to see him slumped on a bench in a cinderblock cell?

"It's fine," Mikey interrupted, "I'll stay here with her."

Big cocked his head gently. "That okay with you?"

You glanced up from your lap, nodding silent agreement. Big popped the door open and tossed Mikey the keys.

"Alright, I'll be right back then."

The car jostled with the slam of his door, and you instantly placed your head in your hands. Mikey rubbed at his mustache, shifting in his seat.

"Listen...it'll be alright. There's gotta be a number this guy's willing to take, and you won't have to worry 'bout Harrington going to jail, alright?"

A payoff. It was the only answer they could even fathom. There was no part of you that wanted Steve to go to jail, but that doesn't mean it wasn't what he deserved. It felt sick to cheat the system with money. You felt sick about it.

"It'll all work out," Mikey assured you. "Hey, here they come."

You lifted your head, wiping your cheeks and nose free of any sign of tears. You kept your gaze steady on your window, away from the windshield and Steve's figure trudging toward the car. The car jostled again with his arrival, sliding into the backseat. He smelled different, like stale cigarettes and sweat, a muted whiff of cleaning product. He didn't smell like him.

The car took off in silence, though you could feel Steve's stare burning a hole into your head. You caught his reflection in the window when you passed under a tunnel, and you pinched your eyes shut until it was gone.

"Baby," he whispered.

You captured your lip between your teeth and took a steadying breath. Steve sighed, reaching out for your hand, tucked into your arms crossed over your chest.

"Baby, plea—"

You yanked your hand away, knees turning toward your door. Steve's head thumped back against the seat, hands returning to his lap.

♡ ♡

At the hotel, you stood in the corner furthest from Steve in the elevator. Big stood between the pair of you like a statue. When you reached your floor and the doors dinged open, you stomped ahead of everyone silently. Steve followed, steps slow and small. When he approached the room, door open and still half full of your figure, you turned and slammed the door in his face.

Steve sighed, bringing an inked hand to the knob to turn on it. You locked it.

"Libby," Steve sighed, knocking gently. "Please let me in. I just...please talk to me."

You stared at the other side of the door, heart racing at the sound of his voice. His bags were in the corner near the chaise lounge, still fully packed and untouched. Steve knocked again.

"Baby, please."

You hurriedly turned the lock and scurried further into the room. You were on the other side of the bed by the time Steve opened the door and tiptoed in. He walked with an air of caution not usually present. His head hung toward his feet, shoulders tense. His hands found his pockets, concealing the swollen and purpled bruises painted across his knuckles. But you'd already seen—it was hard to miss: the blood crusted in the open wounds, the crimson stain on his jeans.

Steve walked closer, and when he came around the bed to reach for you, you jerked away.

"Don't fucking touch me, Steven."

Steve recoiled, lips pulled into a frown. You stomped toward the mini bar, grasping the edge of the glass counter. Somewhere in the room, a clock ticked with each passing second. Your heart was racing again.

"What were you thinking?" Your voice was so soft, but edged with disbelief and such horrifying heartbreak.

Steve felt like the world's biggest piece of shit.

"I don't know," he mumbled, running a hand down his face, drooping with exhaustion. "I just...I lost it."

You yanked open the mini fridge, bottles rattling and clinking together as you rummaged through them. You snatched a Ciroc, twisting the cap off and flicking it toward the wall. It pinged off, bouncing across the room. Steve stared at it while you tossed back a gulp, wincing at the sting.

"You could've killed him," you croaked.

Steve sank down onto the bed. "What, I was supposed to let that guy clown me? I'm supposed to ignore it?"

You whirled around, feverishly sucking more of the stinging liquid down as you paced toward Steve. He kept his eyes on his feet while you towered over him.

"Do you hear yourself? 'Me, me, me.' You don't think of anyone but yourself."

Steve's shoulders slumped, head tipping back to flash you a pleading look. "Baby, I was—"

You pointed a finger at him, rage suddenly replacing that numb emptiness from earlier.

"—and don't you dare fuckin' say you were doing it for me, because we don't lie to each other like that."

Steve's mouth snapped closed, jaw wired shut tightly. His nostrils flared, and then he was leaping to his feet with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

"I was doing it for you, Libby. You love to make me the villain, don't you?"

You scoffed, hands dropping to your sides, smacking against your thighs. "Well if the shoe fuckin' fits."

A moment passed. The words flew from your mouth like they'd been ripped; yanked like a tooth. Puffs of air made your chest ride and fall in quick successions. Steve's cheek ticked. He tore his hands from his pockets, bearing his bloody knuckles, and swept them over the top of his greasy hair.

Without a word, he stomped past you, snatching the plastic bag of his belongings from the dresser. You stood, stock-still, in the middle of the room as he fumbled for his cigarettes and lighter. He passed by again in a whoosh of air, yanking at the sliding glass door of the balcony until it gave way to cool morning air.

When it slammed closed, Steve sank down into one of the wicker chairs outside and lit the cigarette. Suddenly, you were left feeling like the bad guy.

Numbly, you moved toward the bathroom. The light buzzed for a fraction of a second when you flipped it on. Turning to close the door, you caught sight of Steve putting the heel of his palms to his forehead, hunched over his lap. You kept the door ajar by an inch—an invitation. Come in, let's forgive each other.

The water came out in a heavy stream, filling the tiled room with warmth. You stripped slowly, limbs throbbing with a tired ache. A small package of lavender bath bubbles sat on the edge of the tub, and you poured it in as you sank your feet into the water. It was a wide, oval-shaped tub—plenty of room, meant for two people.

Once submerged, you leaned your head back against the lip of the tub and closed your eyes. The water level rose higher with each passing second, coating your body in floral warmth. The faucet squeaked when you turned the handle off and cut the stream short.

A horn blared on the streets below, filtering through the balcony doors. Something thumped in the hall. Voices chattered on the other side of the blue tiles. The bathroom had blue carpet, the color of sapphires.

Steve smelled like himself again when he came in, hands scented of Marlboros. He kicked the door closed and leaned against it. You hadn't opened your eyes, but he knew you heard him. Your toe twitched in the bubbles.

He reached up and pinched the back of his sweatshirt, pulling it forward over his head. He toed his sneakers off, abandoning them near the door. His belt clinked, zipper snicking, denim whooshing as it fell down his legs. The water sloshed with his entrance—right foot, left foot, bending down until he was seated between your legs.

His hands slipped along the lip of the tub with a wet squeal, and by the time he was touching his forehead to yours, your eyes were open. Your legs mirrored his, pulled to your chest, making room for each other. White bubbles lathered on his arms, dripped from his elbows.

His hand was hot and dry when it cupped your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby."

You tipped your head, nose nudging his. "I know. Me too."

The water rippled when he brought both hands to your arms, skating along the length of them. You let your head fall where it wanted to, sliding away from his forehead to his shoulder. You rested there, letting his hands work over your body with tender care. His fingerprint ink disappeared in the water.

Steve pressed kisses to your skin, full-lipped and delicate. You shivered when he mouthed at your neck, the sensitive spot below your ear.

His apology wasn't enough to fix what he did. Mikey could pay off the man Steve nearly beat to death, but it wouldn't change what he did. He could never take this back. And you could never erase the memory of it from your mind.

You knew all this. But you loved him just the same.

♡ ♡

#rolly! #boxer!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington blurb

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

could you do a head cannon of Xander and Grayson?

P.S. I love the head cannons you make. They are so amazing!!!!!

xander and grayson head canons

of course. i hope you like them (as always, i apologize for spelling mistakes, i'm a lazy ass bitch and don't wanna proof read). as always, if anyone has any requests, feel free to send them. i really enjoy making these.

xander forced grayson to get an insta account. xander is always live, grayson not so much, but sometimes xander will get grayson to join his live and talk to the fans.

when xander gets shitty racist comments, grayson tears the haters apart (he never talks badly about anyone, he doesn't want to get cancelled, but for xander he would)

grayson is always cooking xander meals cause he forgets to eat when he's busy in his lab.

when gray sends him those meals, he sticks little notes to the plate. sometimes it's just to ask if he needs anything else (other times just to say he loves him)

xander sometimes sneaks into gray's room and color-coordinates his closet (he comes back bc he knows gray is gonna mess it up again), gray loves it.

when they were younger and xander would piss gray off, he used to send little toys he made as an apology (gray would tear up).

xander is the only person who knows gray has a secret insta account dedicated to fashion.

xander is always hacking gray's main insta account and posting weird stupid stuff.

when xander was younger, he was afraid of the dark. gray would lie down in his bed until he fell asleep (sometimes he would leave afterwards to go back to his room, but other times he'd just fall asleep.

xander has a grayson fan account (he thinks gray doesn't know about it but he does)

during the eras tour, xander teased grayson relentlessly during shake it off.

they went to the eras tour twice (maybe even more), the first time, xander got avery to do the vigilante shit performance with him, but the second time he dared grayson to do it. (if anyone doesn't know what it is, i'll insert a link to a video at the bottom).

when grayson goes out to buy himself coffee, he buys flavored coffees (vanilla, caramel, etc) for xander (and avery) bc he knows they love it.

xander loves reading romance books (bc of max) and got grayson into it too.

when xander get injured bc of experiments gone wrong, grayson takes care of his wounds and tells him to be more careful (xander swears he will be but never actually does).

when max drags xander along to sephora, he'll buy gray some skin care he thinks he'd like (or purchases things he knows he's running out of and likes)

same things goes for books. when xander is dragged along to book stores, he'll buy some classical/romance books he knows gray will like (gray will buy him romance books too)

they both lovee medical dramas (xander cause of the drama, and gray cause he's interested in medicine) (sometimes libby and avery will join cause they like medical dramas too (i mentioned this in my hc post for them)). sooner or later everyone's joined them and it become a weekly thing.

xander (and jamie) get him gag shirts with their faces on them (gray will wear them when he's doing his skin care to not mess up his suits).

grayson secretly loves fast food so whenever xander is out, he makes sure to get him some.

when grayson and xander were younger and xander needed supplies for his experiments, gray would take him out to buy them.

xander gets really nervous when buying max gifts cause he really wants her to like them and grayson always reassures him by telling him his gifts are perfect.

xander (and avery) play matchmaker when lyra comes along (they're their biggest fans) (i just had this thought tho, what if jlb is trying to trick us into believing lyra is his love interest, but in reality she isn't)

xander lovesss collecting blankets so whenever gray is out, he makes sure to check if there are any blankets he thinks xander would love.

xander posts on tumblr about his fav ships and stuff and gray likes every single one of his posts.

sometimes they'll sit in the living room and just read.

they have this book club (just the two of them). every month they pick one book they're both going to read and talk about it. (nash and jamie think it's adorable and max and libby (libby also loves reading romance) sometimes join)

xander loves to annoy grayson by increasing the temperature in his room so he wakes up sweating (gray needs to sleep in really cold rooms cause he's always hot).

when gray is overworking himself, xander will either make him coffee, tea, or hot chocolate, and then get his robot on wheels to take it to him. (gray always laughs at this thinking no one hears him, but the robot has a microphone attached to it so xander knows. it always makes xander happy cause gray never laughs).

xander used to look up to grayson cause he thought he was so smart and amazing (he would look at him with amazement and stars in his eyes)

gray loves organizing his papers in binders but never has time to do it so xander does it for him.

gray loves rings so xander buys him some whenever he goes out (as you can see, they're always buying each other stuff in my head).

that's all i have for now, but i love them sm i'll probably make some more (it was literally so easy to come up with hcs for them)

here's the link to the vigilante shit performance for the ones who don't know what i'm talking about.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #maxine liu #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne

[birgittesilverbae]

more fic: dads for @princington

//

Lilith staggers back a step as Libby sprints towards her and collides full-speed with her legs. She only just catches herself, then bends to sweep Libby up into her arms. 

"Dad!" she crows, burrowing her face in Lilith's shoulder. "Missed you!"

"I missed you too, darling, but where's the fire?" 

Libby squirms excitedly in her grasp. "Couldn't wait, wanna tell you 'bout me and baba's trip," she starts, twisting her fists in the collar of Lilith's jacket.

"My and baba's trip, Libs," Lilith says absently as she shifts Libby higher on her hips. 

"Wanna tell you 'bout my and baba's trip," Libby echoes, her grin not faltering at the easy correction.

"Where'd you go?"

"Baba's pretty friend took us to the space museum! And she got me–" Libby releases her collar with one hand and moves to pat at her pants pocket. "She got me– Where's it?"

"I packed it in your bookbag for you, sweetheart," Beatrice says, hefting the bag for both of them to see as she approaches. "Along with a couple extra pairs of PJs this time," she adds. "We've had a couple accidents again recently."

"Thanks for the head's up. Baba's pretty friend, huh?"

Beatrice rolls her eyes. "Don't start; we ran into Lucia on the way home from the library the other day and Libby invited her on the museum trip I'd already had planned for today."

"Ah." Lilith jerks her head towards the car. "Can you put that in the passenger seat for me while I get Libby buckled in, please?"

Beatrice arches an eyebrow, amusement flickering at the edge of her mouth, but she moves to comply readily. Lilith doesn't watch her walk past, doesn't note the way her jeans hug her hips, definitely doesn't do anything but tip her forehead down to meet Libby's. "I love you, Libby," she says softly, "I'm so glad you had a fun time at the museum."

//

Lilith's just got Libby settled down to sleep, her tiny Mars rover model settled safely on her bedside table and three bedtime stories under her belt, when she hears the front door open. Libby must hear it too, in some unconscious way, because her face crinkles into a yawn as she rolls over and rubs at her eyes. "Baba?" 

Lilith withholds a sigh and nods. "She'll be up in a moment, darling."

Sure enough, it's less than a minute before Beatrice's soft footsteps echo up the staircase. She pokes her head around the corner of Libby's doorjamb, takes in the pair of them staring back at her illuminated by the light from the hall. "Sorry," she whispers, crossing the room to settle on the edge of the bed beside Libby. "I didn't mean to wake you, darling."

"You didn't," Lilith lies, taking in Beatrice as she bends to speak softly to Libby. Her favourite pair of dark jeans, the sweater she always tends towards when she wants something to ground her as she steps out of her comfort zone, the residue of something on her cheek where she hasn't quite wiped it away properly. "Didn't know you were dating again," she says before she can catch herself, leaning heavily against the doorframe. 

Beatrice raises her head sharply from where she'd dipped it to kiss the side of Libby's head. "Do you mean Lucia?" she asks evenly as she rises to her feet so she can tuck the edge of the blanket back up over Libby's shoulders. "I love you, Libby. Goodnight, sleep tight."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," Libby finishes, words warping around a yawn. "Love you, baba. Love you, dad."

"I love you, Libby," Lilith replies. Beatrice shoulders past her and Lilith follows, shutting the door quietly behind her. Beatrice jerks her head towards the stairs and Lilith follows her down to the kitchen. "I mean whoever you went out with on what was clearly a date tonight," she says once they're firmly ensconced across the island from each other. 

"Yes, I had a date tonight. Not that that's any of your business."

Lilith scoffs. "Not that it's– It becomes my business when you're disrupting our daughter's sleep schedule over it," she retorts. She's not sure where it's coming from, this feeling in her chest, this tightness in her throat, the warmth seeping into her face. 

"You just said I hadn't woken her up," Beatrice counters. "If I did, I'm sorry, but I did tell you I was going to be late tonight. I appreciate you staying to see her to bed, I really do, but much less so if you're going to try to weaponize that request against me."

"I had just thought it would be for something important, not for–"

"Not for a date, you mean." Beatrice flexes her hands, works her fingers, and Lilith can't seem to tear her eyes away. "So, you can bring a parade of arm candy to Shannon and Mary's get togethers, but the one time I take a passing interest in someone–"

"Oh, we're calling two people a 'parade of arm candy' now?"

"If the shoe fits. At least Libby likes Lucia."

"Libby likes anyone with a pretty face who'll buy her a toy."

"What's that say about your taste in partners, then?"

Lilith bites back a laugh. "I don't know that that's the argument you want to be making right now, ex-wife."

Beatrice mutters something under her breath, her arms hugging around her middle, and then sighs. "I don't want to argue about this tonight, Lilith. Or ever, really. Thank you for staying late, I do appreciate it, but if you could see yourself out now that'd be wonderful."

"Sure," Lilith bites out around the lump in her throat. "Fine." She moves around the island, dips her mouth to Bea's ear as she passes. "You might want to do a better job wiping the lipstick off your cheek next time. Just a suggestion."

The sheer indignation in Beatrice's answering groan buoys Lilith right out into the crisp autumn evening.

#fic: dads #myfic #mywn #warrior nun #beatrice x lilith

[jameson-hawthorne]

jameson hawthorne at your service....

@the-hawthorne-heiress -> avery. my mystery girl and heiress <3

@xander-hawthorne-is-the-best -> xander. my partner in crime(s mostly against gray) fair warning though - he doesn't share his scones

@thegraysonhawthorne -> gray. my very overly serious brother who needs to loosen up once in a while. btw im better than him - don't let his words fool you

@libby-grambs -> libby. heiress's sister (she makes the best cupcakes i swear)

@lyraisonthephone -> lyra? phone girl? grays got a weird obsession with her and im loving it. its so good to seem someone put grayson's knickers in a twist.

@motherfaxingmax -> max. heiress's bestie.

@omg1g1 -> gigi. grays sister i have a secret stash of coffee for her around here somewhere

@savannah-grayson -> sav. (i don't think she likes it when i call her that.) grays other sister. (half if you wanna be technical.

@theaaacalligaris -> thea. savs girl. really sweet.......

@evelaughlin -> eve. ew get tf away from me.

@mattias-slater -> eve's body guard but i see him look at gigi more times than he lets on...

@cowboy-cupcaketester -> nash. he's actually the most sensible out of all of us. sorta. kinda

@urbanflorals is me (but i'll probs mix up the account sso many times you'll know anyway 😭)

#tig rp

[part5of4podcast]

Have an unpopular opinion about a BL? Don't worry, we probably do too. Saying all the things you do or don’t wanna hear Part 5 (of 4) is here to engage with BL media from Japan, Thailand, China, Korea and more. We're talking film-making techniques, narrative analysis, fandom woes, while asking questions like, hey why don't the bottoms move their arms? We may not be experts, but we are loud, chaotic, and full of opinions.

In today’s episode we’re discussing the origins of our hosts De and Sinna’s friendship and Only Friends! Mainly Only Friends cause, whew, is there a lot to talk about. Anyone else still salty over that ending? Or just us?

Show Description: Mew, Ray, Boston and Namchueam; a group of business students running a hostel together-blur the lines between friendship and romance.

Where to Watch: Only Friends

Check out the read more below for further reading resources on topics we discussed in today's episode like framing devices, and color theory in film. Along with a list fanworks we loved from the fandom! Add any fanworks you loved as well, give the people their stars.

Listen to this podcast on: Spotify | Soundcloud | Youtube

References:

Framing Devices

EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT FRAMING DEVICES

A Story Inside a Story: Using Framing Devices in Fiction

10 Films that Utilize a Frame Narrative

Color Theory in Film

Color Theory in Film — Color Psychology for Directors

What Is Colour Theory In Film?

Color Symbolism in Literature: Examples and Meanings

Stain: Phenomenal and Literary Approaches to Color Studies

BL Budgets

The Storyboard: Interview with the Dee Hup House director Tee Bundit - Original Interview | Translation

BL Production Info from Strongberry - Original Interview | Translation

Fanworks We Loved:

ONLY FRIENDS as SZA Lyrics 2/? -> SMOKING ON MY EX PACK by @firelise Run away fast as you can by @iwantoceans GIF Set BostonNick by @taeminie Boston GIF Set by @khaotunq Top x Boston | Only Friends | Crazy in Love by stb Boston & Nick | Angels like you can't fly down hell with me by Scodders sand x ray | ''i need somewhere to begin by thanxxjessie “Compared to Boston, you're a saint” by @rabbiitte If Boston has a million fans by @no2tinngunshipper Only Friends FMV | Cardigan | BostonNick by @technicallyverycowboy Told You So by CaffeineAddict94 You’re On Your Own by technicallyverycowboy “Boston was ostracized, isolated and berated to the point that it completely shattered his sense of self” and “Boston and his “friends”” by @neuroticbookworm “Dear Boston” by @lurkingshan "go for it." by @gunsatthaphan

Goodbye Forever (Until Next Time) by Anonymous

Credits:

Chaotic Hosts: Dé & Sinna Beloved Editor: Bones Creative Kingpin: Libby

Support the podcast

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends boston #bostonnick #thai bl #episode 01 #season 01 #episodes

[w-wolfhard]

SPOOKTOBER "small scare"

pairing : miles fairchild x fem!reader warning(s) : semi-detailed description of a dead body wrds frm seb! : 01. y'all this is gonna be shit bc i'm writing it late at night but idc bc its spooktober and im motivated to post this . 02, modern au , they're at y/n's house . 03, semi ooc miles 😪 IN WHICH you and miles scare your little sister and her friends

"are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" your mother asked frantically, biting her lower lip.

"yes, mom. we're gonna be perfectly fine." you reassured her, patting her shoulder.

"isn't it quite cold? shouldn't you two need a jacket?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"no mrs. l/n, we'll be fine without one. thank you, though." a small smile tugged at miles' lips, as he put the michael myers mask on the side of his head.

"make sure you watch your little sister." she said worrily, as your little sister, libby, walked into the kitchen where you all were.

"she's 10, mom. she's in the double digits, she'll be perfectly fine." you sighed.

"plus, i'm going with my friends!" libby pitched in.

"i don't care. y/n, please for the love of god, watch over your sister and her friends." your mother pleaded.

"but mom-!" you and your sister both tried reasoning with your mother, only for your mom to cut you both off.

"nope. watch your sister. bye bye!" your mom grumbled, storming off to her bedroom.

you grabbed the ghostface mask off the kitchen counter. "bye ma!" you called out, just to let your mother know that you're leaving. you let your sister out the door first, then miles, then you walking out last.

the cold autumn air hit both of your guys' faces. you pulled the ghostface mask over your face. your sister automatically ran over to her group of 3 friends who was waiting for her by the side of the house. "our costumes are so boring and basic." you frowned.

"sure, it's basic, but it isn't boring. i like mine." he teased. miles pulled his mask on his face.

"yours would look more scarier without the mask." you joked. you could sense the glare that miles was giving you under his mask.

"shut your ass up." he rolled his eyes. you both approached your sister and her friends.

your sister sighed loudly as you two approached her and her friends, "this is my sister and her boyfriend. my mom wants them to watch us." she said, motioning to you and miles.

"he's not my boyfriend." you said sternly, sending your sister a death glare through the mask.

"whatever. i see the way you two looked at eachother." your sister snickered as she started walking to the next house with her friends.

you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it cause you didn't want libby to snitch on you. "i never want kids." you mumbled.

"y/n," miles tapped your shoulder, "wanna play a trick on them?"

"what would that trick be?" you arched your eyebrows, wondering what prank your best friend had in mind.

"telling them fake ghost stories about that empty house in the corner." miles pointed to a house in the corner of the neighborhood. it had no halloween decorations, the grass on their lawn was dead, wood boarded up on the windows, and small vines were growing on the side of it.

"you're a genius." you grinned at him, "we could sit them down on the sidewalk next to the house, and tell them scary stories about the house."

"do we just improvise the story?"

"yeah, just go along with stuff." you smiled.

it wasn't long before you all reached the "scary" house. "jeez, you think they'll give out the big candy bars?" you joked.

"dunno. let's check!" libby gleamed. her and her friends were about to walk up to the front door, before miles stopped them.

"we wouldn't do that if we were you." he warned them. they all turned around, and looked at you two.

"why not?"

"have you not heard of the story about this house? have you guys just been living under rocks or something?" you pretended to scold them.

"what stories?" one of your sister's friends asked.

"take a seat," you motioned to the side walk, as you and miles took a seat on it as well. "so, there was a woman 9 years ago who used to live in this house. she used to absolutely love halloween. anyway, 2 weeks before halloween, she began hearing noises, feeling stuff, and seeing random figures." you started.

"she tried telling her boyfriend, but he thought she was delusional, and got into a huge argument with her. that night, the thing's she's been hearing became louder." miles continued.

"the day after that, she went missing. she wasn't as known before, nor did she have any friends, so no one went out to look for her." you stated. "long story short, she was found dead by her boyfriend. ever since then, this house has been rotting and rumor has it that her spirit still lingers. and it isn't a good spirit." you finished.

"well how'd she die?" your sister asked.

"no one knows." you shrugged.

"the only thing we know is that her boyfriend was coming over to apologize. he knocked on her door, and got no response. not so luckily for him, he had a spare key. therefor he used his spare key to enter, and found her body hanging from the ceiling." miles explained.

your sister and her friends looked mortified. absolutely terrified. "he was to stunned. he ran out immidietly, locking himself in his house. isolating himself from everyone. he started hearing stuff and seeing things. those things sounded like her. he couldn't handle that and so, he ended up, ya know, offin' himself." you said.

There was a silence, before the small group of girls went rushing to your house, away from the "scary" one, dropping their bag of candy as you watched them run off. you and miles bursted out laughing. "that was awesome."

"their moms are gonna hate us, but that's okay." you said between your laughter.

"that was a great story." miles chuckled, picking up one of the candy bags.

"it really was." you said proudly, grabbing the other two. "wanna head back and watch movies?" you asked.

"only if we get to eat this candy while we do."

"duh." you rolled your eyes.

miles playfully slapped your shoulder, as both of you walked back to your house, "your mom is gonna kill us."

"so what?" you chuckled.

#finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #fem reader #spooktober #october #spooktober day 1 #the turning #ghostface #michael myers #✿┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

[hughjidiot]

I've put this off for far too long, it's time for my dissertation on why I'm not a huge fan of how Oliver Chen has been handled so far in The Ghost and Molly McGee. But first, two disclaimers:

1) These opinions are mine and mine alone. I'm not here to change anyone's mind or claim that they're wrong. Entertainment is subjective by its very nature, and it's up to the individual to decide what they do and don't enjoy and why.

2) Because I know people are gonna accuse me of this: it has nothing to do with shipping. Honestly I kinda like Mollie, I think they could be cute together.

As for my issues with Ollie, it boils down to two key points: it doesn't feel like he was organically integrated into the cast, and his character arc feels just a little rushed.

First off, there's how Ollie was added to the cast. Episode one of season two has him and the Chens move in and get introduced to our main characters, which worked. After that though, Ollie was just sort of there. In Book Marks the Spot Libby just knows who Oliver is, without us getting to see the two formally meet or even see Molly tell her about him. It's even worse in I Wanna Dance with Some-Ollie, where the first time we see Ollie with the extended school cast has them all be familiar with him and shipping Mollie.

What I feel like we needed was a First Day of School episode for Ollie, like Molly got back in season one. This would have allowed Ollie to be properly introduced to the kid supporting cast. Also Libby, Andrea and the rest could have picked up on the obvious mutual attraction between Ollie and Molly, which could have then led into them all shipping Mollie in the dance episode. As it stands, it feels like Ollie simple didn't get enough screentime being settled in, so his role in the main cast feels hollow as a result.

Then there's Ollie's character arc. By episode seven he's already reached the Redeemed Ghost Hunter step. Said episode, Frightmare on Main Street, was the only time we saw him actively hunting ghosts. The two times before - the above episodes - only had him stopping around with ghost detecting equipment, but not actually hunting them. Furthermore the Chens didn't even actively hunt ghosts in the backstory; they state flat out in episode seven that the Frightmares were the first time they actually took to the field as ghost hunters.

What I'm saying is for Ghost Hunter being a big part of Ollie's character, not only do we barely see him hunting ghosts but it turns out he hardly ever hunted them to begin with. As a result, his big emotional speech one episode later in The Unhaunting of Brighton Video about how sorry he is for hunting ghosts falls kind of flat to me. It feels like they're trying to force sympathy for Ollie when we only saw him do the thing he feels so awful about once.

But despite these complaints, I want to make it clear that I don't hate Ollie. Like I said, I do find his and Molly's interactions to be sweet, and I'm honestly interested in the inevitable conflict between Ollie and the rest of his ghost hunting family. But when it comes to the other season two plotlines - Scratch’s backstory, his ongoing feud with Jinx and the upcoming issues with the Davenports when a new megastore comes to Brighton - Oliver Chen ranks pretty low on the interest scale.

Like I said though, all of this was my opinion. If you have another point of view or a rebuttal to any of these points, don't hesitate to let me know.

Peace from the heart, my friends.

#hugh jidiot rambles #the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #oliver chen #ollie tgamm #character analysis

[natskys-w]

Hello.. Can you write a Grayson Hawthorne story where he starts feeling sick in the middle of a foundation event? Maybe then Oren/Alisa/one of his brothers will notice and take care of him..

Can l write? No no can't... Did l try yes

You have been warned from this point forward, proceed at your own discretion ⚠️

A soft clink of a glass brought brought the chatter of the hall to a soft murmur over  excited tables eager to hear the opening speech 

Alisa voice rang clear and warmly over the speaker. 

“Welcome, it is wonderful to see so many familiar faces joining us for the birth of this heart felt project that has been years in the making“ She smiled brightly at the guests, then turned her gaze to the Hawthorne table letting her pride shine through before continuing with the speech.

At the Hawthorne table things where going as planned, in order not a hint of chaos or mayhem… of course. Yep not a hint of chaos

Grayson prepped to join Alisa, Jameson waved and gave  dazzling smiles to guests that looked to them. Avery listened intently also ready to speak, Xander discreetly fed his recently acquired friend that nestled in his pocket. Whilst Nash distracted Libby from getting nervous with an origami puzzle trick.

 

Grayson went over his speech softly murmuring and repeating it to himself in order to get his head in the game. He would not let a stupid flue get in the way of all the hard work that went into ensuring this gala was a success anything less then perfect was unacceptable and it was his responsibility to represent his fami- damn it this hall was hot, how was nobody sweating was he sweating. The sharp drilling pain in his head grew as the crowd clapped at something Alisa said.

Wait was it his turn? No no to early, maybe-

“Gray, Grayson, are you okey? You don't look to good… “

Averys voice brought him back, everyone concerned gaze was on him. Nash leaned towards him

“Hey you wanna take a minute”

“No, I'm fine” he replied his stomach did a backflip 

“You look like a soggy egg sandwich that's been left in the sun.” Xander quipped 

Nash got up to go round Greysons side

“That's it come on up ya go” He hauled him up  like a sack of potatoes “let's take a little trip to the bathroom before our table and flowers go from lilac white to muddy yellow.”

“I'm fine” 

“Yeah yeah, come on.” Nash said as he discreetly led him away to the bathroom.

“What the hell did he eat?” 

“Maybe we should go with him”

“Is everyone looking at us it feels like everyone's looking at us.”

“psst Jameson, look at the picture l took, he looks like the Jack Nicholson in the snow meme ”

“Everybody stay calm” libby chirped in a sing song voice trying not to panic.

“Libby seriously it's fine, l'm sure Greyson will be back soon l'll take over for Gra- AW what thefuck-” 

Jameson swore bringing up his blood finger

“Xander?” Jameson asked

“Mmh”

“What just bit me?”

“Mr Gizmo Wayne Hawthorne the I”

“And what exactly is Mr Gizmo Wayne Hawthorne the first?”

“I believe he's a fruit bat although he's the size of a kitti's hog nosed bat. Interesting enough the-”

“You brought a bat!” Avery squeaked lowering her voice when the table next to them gave them a curious look and Alisa gave them a jovial nervous glance and made a joke that drew everyone's attention back to her.

“Why is he even here? He's ugly, rude and may have more disease then the CDC. What if he's what made Grayson sick?“ 

A little nose and beady eyes glared at Jameson from Xanders pocket and made a series of grumbling sounds.

“Oh Lord, l need to go warn Nash.” Libby dashed off

“Hey! For your information he has a clean bill of health, l checked him out myself. Thank you. As for why he's here he's family, plus thanks to the project, the research facility he came from is shut down and no longer needed. Look at that little face, would this face not encourage you to donate”

Avery wrapped Jamesons fingers and peaked at the wound trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Xander?! Okey guys thats it, we're all heading to the toilets. We need to disinfect your wound, let Nash and Oren know what's going on and get Mr Wayne whatever his name away, far away from the guests.” 

They scurried off to the bathroom, where upon opening the men's room the sound of someone violently throwing up greeted them. Libby leaned against the sink as she bit her nails, looking into the fancy stall where Nash was holding Graysons head back and rubbing his back softly on the floor.

Like he did when they were children.

“Xander, l ALWAYS KNEW you would KILL ME just not like THIS” Greyson grumbled 

“Remember what mum always  says negative emotions. Will make you sicker, exhale that negativity on three.” Xander replied as Nash gave him a warning stare.

“l can just  see the headlines, Hawthorne heirs taken to soon by deadly infection… maybe ebola or Marburg…  with how Grayson is looking…

 Cause of death rat with wings”

“Your not helping.” Nash reprimed

“Besides aren't we getting ahead of ourselves-”

“See thank you, that's what l've been saying, sorry go on” Xander interrupted 

“As l was saying, before we call the CDC again let's go through all the steps. I already informed Oren, Libby has the emergency bag, We're running our blood and what we can test for has come back negative so Jameson, no  you do not have Marburg or Ebola. Someone's already on the way to double check, okey?” He said as he got more tissue to wipe Some of the sweat off Grayson and rested him on his shoulder.

Avery finished off washing Jamesons hand and was dealing with the wound as he asked 

“Nash?”

“Jameson, yes”

“If we're quarantined, can it be in the LA station?”

Avery gave him a light shove.

“Jameson what did l just say!”

“What it could still be Ebola or something new given Mr Gizmo Wayne hawthorne the I previous home.”

“He has nothing to do with this” Xander protested, bringing him out of his pocket and cradling him to his chest. “He's probably cleaner then anyone in this room.” He murmured cooing at his little friend, that Grayson glared at.

“We're gonna die and a movies gonna be made about this day, with Xander as patient 0 like that Contagion movie”  Grayson groaned “l need to go give me speech.”

“Grayson seriously not you to”

#Grayson hawthorne fanfic #the hawthorne brothers #the inheritance games #Hawthorne fanfic #just mess and chaos

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 28

[day 27]

prompts: wreck | veil | wind by fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock, works with others too.

A/N: i'll catch up on every day i missed. thank you to all my readers for your support throughout this beautiful project. every one of my fluffbruary contributions will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3! special thanks of course to @fluffbruary for hosting this fluff party!

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something between a drabble and a 221b

Picnic blanket, crossed legs, warm sun.

I smile at him. He smiles back. I sigh. Happiness.

"Can you imagine we've been such a wreck only a few years ago?"

"Hm. Everything we went through got us here, so I'm not complaining."

“But don't you wish it would have been easier, sometimes? Without all this pain and uncertainty?”

A pause. Then, with confidence, “No, I don't.”

I don't believe it. “How? Why? Why not?”

“If our problems and difficult path did anything, it brought us closer together. Couples that never faced any difficulties… they always live with the infamous pink glasses on their noses. And break when something slightly tragic happens. We lifted that treacherous veil. We work through hard situations.”

I let myself fall back onto the blanket. My eyes following the clouds, that are drifting by slowly.

“That's a sweet way to think about it.” I say and take his hand, squeeze it.

The wind is blowing through his hair. Another smile. A shared kiss. The knowledge: You don't know happiness if you don't know sadness. But right now, right that moment... simple bliss.

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A/N: originally wanted to write a drabble - didn't work. thought i'd change it into a 221b... didn't work either. here we are with this whatever lol. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! (follow for more johnlock content written by a turtle 😜🐢)

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[aquagirl555]

Well since AO3 is down, i wanna read a few books on my phone, but i don't have a ebook account, and i can't use libby because i don't live in a place covered by library and would have to pay a hefty fee to get a library card

what is good sites to read books online, other then public domain books?

#ao3 #books #specifically #i figure i might as well #read the witcher books #witcher #first being #the last wish #when i get money i'm gonna get a box set #of the witcher #but till then #i wanna try out the first book #where online can i read it in it's entierty #in english #offical translation

[ivy-diaries]

🌿 ... ⃕ IVY JUST POSTED ON INSTAGRAM !!

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poison.ivy and it's been nine years since I met you guys <3 and it's been the best nine years of my life!! I'm forever and ever thankful to you everyone for supporting me and rooting for me through these years. I honestly don't think if I tell you thank you a million times it would be able to tell you how thankful I actually feel.. and I am forever grateful to all the people in my life like my parents, my siblings, my manager, my crew, my friends, my boyfriend, and a lot more people that I can talk about for years! I'm so excited for what the next chapters of my life are and I hope you stay with me till the end of forever! I love you guys soo much mwah <3 (p.s I hope you guys are excited for "for us." as much as we are!

Love, ivy <33

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[incorrectlumityquotes]

If You Liked Lumity 2

Thanks so @sherry-a-h for giving me the idea.

And what an idea it is. I've only done this one other time, but that was to replace the previous post not add to it. But this time I am.

It's been some time since I made the previous post and a lot has happened. Not only in the show, but out of it as well. And since lumity has been canon for a little while, I don't have to go into another in-depth look at what lumity is because we can see it for ourselves.

However,

This time instead of finding ships that have similar stories and dynamics (like White Rose and Diakko) we're going more with ships that have the same spirit as lumity or something adjacent to it. Not exactly lumity, but you'll still have fun.

Sunset Shimmer & (Sci)Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

I've talked about these two in my other blog so I'll try to keep it brief.

Equestria Girls is a Friendship is Magic spin-off where there's a portal to another world where the ponies become girls. Sunset Shimmer left the pony world in pursuit of power but was shown the magic of friendship by Twilight Sparkle. In another movie, she meets the alternate version of Twilight Sparkle that the fans call Sci-Twi for Science Twilight Sparkle.

The two are at odds at first. Sci-Twi wants to study magic, and Sunset Shimmer wants to protect her friends from forces Sci-Twi doesn't understand. When Sci-Twi uses magic to transform to Midnight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer is the one that turns her back to normal and takes her under her wing. The two become inseparable after that with Sunset Shimmer even being a bit protective of her new friend.

Check out this ship if you like: enemies to friends, nerd couples, and overprotective s/o's

Webby & Lena from Ducktales (2017)

Now for something a little more recent. Sorta.

When Webby and Lena first met, Webby thought that Lena was just some cool older kid. Turns out, Lena is actually the living shadow of Magica DeSpell. Cartoons are weird. Even so, the two quickly bonded with Lena even turning on Magica to protect Webby. Webby then did all the research she could to restore Lena from the shadow realm.

After Lena's restoration, Webby always assured Lena that she was good and good enough. And Lena would try to master her powers to protect Webby from magical threats. Webby even has Luz's complimenting powers: "you beautiful idiot" "you snoring angel"

Check out this ship if you like: redemption arcs, street smart/book smart couples, friends to lovers, compliments

Molly and Libby from The Ghost and Molly McGee

And for the newest ship.

After moving to Brighton and being cursed by a ghost, Molly McGee decides that as much as she loves her new ghost friend she also wants a human best friend. So Molly goes on a camping trip with a few girls from her school and even though they all have good qualities, Libby is the only one who has that X-factor Molly is looking for. Libby asks if they wanna be friends and it goes from there.

Molly and Libby hang out together and through mishaps learn more about each other. Eventually, they get so close that Molly has to tell Libby about her ghost friend Scratch to save their friendship.

Libby loves hanging out with Molly and can even tell when something is bother her, even if she won't tell her. Molly also loves Libby and is seen to be very important to her, especially in the visuals of the song "It's a Lose-Lose,"

Check this ship out if you like: In love with my best friend, ball of sunshine/ball of anxiety couples, dork couples, stealing glances

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Thanks for reading. Let me know what ships you life if you like Lumity or whatever. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you.

#weblena #sciset #molibby #lumity #the owl house #my works #my thoughts #ducktales 2017 #the ghost and molly mcgee #equestria girls

[obigem]

But it would seem Daniel would be finding out the answers first hand before Libbie could get a chance.

"That's one hell of a painting. You're pretty good!" He gushed.

"This? No way. It's pretty garbage. I don't paint often."

"I'm only doing it now to blow off quite a bit of frustration. If you wanna see good painting, you should see what my mom can do. She's a pretty talented professional. I'm nowhere close."

"I see. Well you're better than me. I'm Daniel, by the way. One of the other counselors."

"Nice to meet you. I'm M." Mimi replied.

"Ohhhh, so you're the mysterious, M! My friend Libbie and I were so curious about counselor number 4. An initial for a name and no gender."

"That's me."

"Yeah, but if you had to check a box, what it would be?"

"Easy. N/A."

"Look, I get it. Non-binary is non-binary. But you operated on a binary at one point in your life, right? So which one was it? Were you using the little boys room or the little girls room?"

"I was using the toilet like a good little soldier."

"OK, but in that bathroom there were bahhh, or maybe girrrrr…."

"I'm getting the impression we're not going to get along all that well."

"What? I'm just ribbing ya! Fine I'll lay off. But I will figure you out."

"Yeah, we're definitely not getting off to a great start, Dan."

#fletcher legacy gen 1.5 #ts4 #ts4 story #simblr #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #Mimi Pike #Daniel Tan

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 2

Drew later heads upstairs to use the restroom when they see someone all by themselves.

Drew: Libby, right? You doing okay?

Libby: Yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute alone.

Drew: I can respect that. I'll get out of your hair.

Libby: No, it's okay, you can stay.

Libby: I, uh, I didn't want to bring this up and make Ophelia feel bad for me, but I broke up with my girlfriend this morning.

Drew: Sorry to hear it.

Libby: It's for the best. We had different interests. Y'know, I like pineapple on pizza, she likes cheating on me with her ex.

Libby: Oh Watcher, I'm sorry, that's the juice talking. I'm happy for Ophelia and I'm over her, really I am, I just don't want to bring her down tonight.

Drew: I'm sorry that happened, that's really shitty. It's okay if you're not in a party mood, I party hard enough for two.

Drew: Any friend of Ophelia's is a friend of mine. If you want to chill out here, that's cool, but when you're ready, I'll be there to hype you up on the dance floor. That's what we party animals do.

Libby: Thanks, Drew. You're sweet. No wonder Ophelia thinks so highly of you.

After a while, you know Ophelia would want to give it a crack.

Ophelia: Come on, pleeeeaaaase?

Marcie: Haha, why not?

Drew: CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Joaquin: Go, babe! Get that bride blasted!

Oh no. I know that face all too well.

Marcie: Ophelia? Are you-

The answer is no. Marcie should really be used to spit up by now, but it's not as cute coming from an adult.

Marcie: Oh Watcher!

Marcie fumbles and accidentally dumps Ophelia's juiced ass on the ground.

Marcie can't help but laugh.

Marcie: I think you and Xander need to stick to cups!

Ophelia groans and stands back up.

Ophelia: I'm the bride, gravity shouldn't apply to me!

Ophelia: Bartender! One Sea of Fire please!

Xander: Fancy, I like it.

Ophelia: Hey, you only get married once. Hopefully.

After a few more sips, Ophelia is properly sloshed. Xander's not doing much better. She easily dips him.

Ophelia: We're gonna be marrrrrriiiiiieeeed.

The two sloppily make out, as if half the people they know aren't 5 feet away.

Ophelia: Watcher, you look good tonight. I wanna rip that stupid flannel shirt right off of you.

Xander: What are you suggesting, Miss Lemon?

Ophelia: You have any condoms?

Xander: No.

Ophelia: Me neither. Oh well.

The party roars on until it's time for Marcie and Joaquin to pick up their kids.

Marcie: Moses, right? Have you seen the happy couple? Joaquin and I wanted to say goodbye.

Moses: Sorry, love, haven't seen those two for a while.

Marcie: Weird, me either.

The future newlyweds somehow managed to end up on the beach near the now abandoned plaza in town. They were originally going to go for a juiced late-night swim… but they got distracted while changing and Xander… slipped.

It's a beautiful night. Perfect for some public woohoo.

Part of Ophelia wants to be embarrassed for being so shameless but a bigger and hornier part of her doesn't care. The chill of the autumn night on her bare skin as she rides her future husband feels incredible. She's never felt more connected to Xander, more in love.

Ophelia gasps as Xander releases inside her. They've never not used a condom before, so it's a new, but welcome sensation.

Xander: Did you finish, baby?

Ophelia: Yeah. I don't think I need to ask you the same.

Xander: Sorry.

Ophelia: No, no, it felt good.

Ophelia: That was fun. I always have fun with you.

Xander: Me too, Lemon Cake.

Ophelia hugs Xander, her buzz making her feel a little silly.

Ophelia: Do you think anyone saw my butt?

Xander: If they did, now they know I'm marrying the woman with the best butt in Tartosa.

Ophelia: I love you, Xander. Thanks for being mine.

Xander: I love you too, Ophelia. Thanks for being mine.

As the two enjoy the night in each other's arms, Ophelia starts to sober up and her mind can't help but wander…

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #marcie #joaquin #libby #drew #moses #penny #miko #travis #becca #summer #mark