Even though Eddie rags on it all the time, imagine everyone's surprise when they find out he actually doesn't hate basketball.
"Why does everyone think I hate basketball?" Eddie asked in disbelief.
Everyone just looks at him like: 🤨.
"I just hate forced conformity! The only people who can tell me what to do are Wayne and Steve, and even that's a struggle," Eddie said.
Then he swipes the basketball out of Steve’s hand. Steve, who had been playing with Lucas, looked gobsmacked as Eddie made quite a few baskets. Then he proceeded to almost wipe the floor with Steve and Lucas. Steve's just looking at him like he's never seen him before.
"I thought I was teaching you!" Steve exclaimed. "That was way better than before!"
Eddie stuck out his lip and widened his eyes.
"Please, would you show me how to play basketball?. . .I would be ever so grateful. . .big boy," Eddie said, batting his eyelashes.
"And that worked on you?" Max asked.
"Apparently," Steve laughed. "I knew that basketball in your room wasn't just for decoration."
"You knew nothing," Eddie cackled.
Eddie Munson likes to keep people on his toes, especially his boyfriend.
Imagine bruce playing with himself. Maybe its been a while since hes had the time and his poor cunt is aching. So he gets his favorite dildo, a slightly slender glass thing that has swirling designs to feel divine. And since it'd been awhile and hes too impatient to finger himself, he grabs a mini wand that hes fond of.
He begins to press the flared head against his hole as he turns on the wand, having it at the lowest setting just to distract from the stretch. Slowwlyy sliding it into place. But when he gets halfway, the angle presses the head into a special spot inside of him, one that feels delicious.
So he angles the head and pushes it against that spot, using the wand more insesntly. The zipping shocks floods his nerves system, making him wimper and clench around the glass. He grabs the dildo with more force and tilts it he feels his legs shake. The pleasure overtakes him so quickly, hes beyond shocked. He's never cum that quick. He did even know it was possible, it feels like a cheat code.
Unfortunately for him, it did nothing to satiate his hunger.
Elain cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers. It’s been a long time. So long, in fact, that she wasn’t even sure if she’d remember how to play the simplest of melodies.
She wasn’t even sure why there was a fortepiano in the River Estate. Feyre surely didn’t play. Elain doubted that Rhys did—at least she never saw him do it.
She and Nesta were taught of course when they were young girls. They all painted, danced, sang. Nesta wasn’t musically inclined in that she didn’t like to play, though she was capable. Elain always wondered if Nesta refused out of spite, and not because of lack of talent.
She ran her fingers over the polished keys and they yielded, producing a quiet sound. She didn’t press too hard. She smiled and sat behind the instrument, placing her hands on the keys the way she was taught. She stretched her fingers. Her hands looked awful. Scarred and scuffed, the nails short, the skin darkened by the sun, the palms calloused, the knuckles rough. What would her mother say if she saw Elain’s hands now? She’d be scandalized.
She started off with something easy. A lullaby that everyone knew. The melody rolled from under her fingers easily and happily.
Elain moved on to a folk song that the girls in the village sang when they baked bread in the communal oven.
She played a solstice song that she heard here in Velaris. Then another. And another.
‘Do you know the Dance of the Dunnan?’
She jerked, startled.
Azriel’s voice was behind her. She was surprised that she didn’t scent him. But maybe he hid his scent with his shadows. He did that sometimes, when he didn’t want to be discovered.
She didn’t respond.
He was behind her and now she felt him, his presence dark and looming.
It didn’t scare her. Never bothered her. The darkness and the stillness of him were always welcomed.
She tried to remember the song. Tentatively, she struck the keys and then asked ‘can you remind me?’
After a pause, he began humming.
She smiled. He loved humming. She loved listening to him. She wasn’t sure if he even realized that he was doing it. But she loved his voice—grating, but soothing. A man’s voice.
‘Like that?’ She asked softly, following his direction.
He listened attentively.
Then stepped closer.
He smelled so good. Pine and something cold and fresh and sharp.
She exhaled quietly.
‘Yes, like that,’ he murmured.
She continued playing. He continued humming.
Then, he gently laid his huge scarred palm over her hand. He didn’t press. It was as if he wanted to feel the movement of the music through her fingers. He stayed there, stooping over her, his breath fanning over her head. She could smell sugar on him. She tried not to giggle, knowing that the shadowsinger was sneaking biscuits and cream puffs when no one was watching.
She wondered if he realized that she left them out for him.
‘How about ‘Down the long road’?’ He asked.
She knew that one and played it confidently.
He sang, quietly, for her ears only. She sang along, even though her voice wasn’t as melodic.
They stayed together for a while like that. Playing and singing and recalling songs from her world and from his Illyrian camps.
OH MY GOSH PROMPTS!! 💖💖💖 I adore your fics so much! 💖 I would absolutely love something for Mutant Mayhem with lee Leo and ler Raph! Throughout the movie he’s so touchy feely with his brothers and it’s so cute. Maybe he’s teasing Leo for liking April and makes him wonder what would happen if April found out he was ticklish which flusters Leo to no end. Of course take all the time you need and I hope you’re well!
Two hours. It has been two absolutely awesome, amazing, astonishing, stupefying, magnificent, incredible, extraordinary, staggering, astounding, perplexing, confounding, stupendous hours being on a call with the one and only April O’Neil.
And yes, Leo looked up more than half of those synonyms. He’s a man of many words.
The two friends have been on a FaceTime call for…no particular reason, actually. Leo and April just collectively agreed that being on a call and doing classwork with each other would be a lot more fun than doing said classwork by themselves.
But, April was an only child. The poor girl wouldn’t have anyone her age to help her finish the homework anyway.
Leo’s brothers on the other hand…chose not to help him with his homework in any way, shape, or form.
Raph has, like, 10 missing assignments from each class— (scary yet impressive honestly) so asking him for help wouldn’t help either of them.
Mikey keeps LOSING his homework (which he always blames their Mom for eating…since she does kinda eat literally anything and everything)…
And Donnie? He only ever helps people with homework if they give him free V-bucks (or however you spell it…idk man—). And does it LOOK like Leo can or will ever own V-bucks???
But at the end of the day, the leader in blue couldn’t really blame his brother’s for not helping. I mean, it’s homework. Doing work at home. In all fairness, the word alone just sounds wrong…
What they all were learning in class was stupid anyway. It was all taxes and discounts and blah blah blah…
It was boring. Like…BORING boring.
And complicated…super freaking complicated.
And anytime Leo would ask a question about said homework, every teacher would say the same exact phrase: “Why didn’t you ask your parents or guardian for help?”
Even thinking about the question for a split second made Leo shiver. What did he look like? Some bright genius? He’s not Young Shelldon— if anything that’s Donnie.
Besides, what did the teachers expect them to do? Ask their parents for help with their homework? Psh. Yeah right. As if.
Google exists for a reason, y’know.
And not to be the bearer of bad news here but…Leo’s Dad’s a fucking rat. No offense to Splinter of course, but if his Dad couldn’t tell the difference between Andrew Tate and Timothée Chalamet, what makes you think he would know the difference between debit cards and credit cards?
“I freaking hate English...” April grumbled from Leo’s phone screen, “It makes absolutely no sense. We break the rules that we created specifically for this language!”
Leo stopped typing on his laptop, blinking a couple of times out of confusion, “What do you mean?” He giggled amused, looking up and glancing at her intrigued.
“Y'know the 'I before e except after c' rule?” She asked.
“Yeah? I know of it.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. Like…at all. There are a ton of words that don’t follow it.”
“Oh.” The mutant huffed out a small laugh, closing his laptop and putting it away in his backpack which was to the side of his bed, where he was sitting, “Well…what words? I’m sure there’s only a handful you could think of.”
“There’s neither, foreign, seize, height, protein, caffeine…” She lists out, “…I could go on and on…” Leo blinked absently, “…You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
The girl with glasses huffed out a small, smug laugh, showing the other teen one of her many notebook’s labeled 'Except after C my ASS.' “Well, English is weird like that.” The hazel eyed mutant shrugged as the older teen groaned in irritation. “SEE?! See what I mean?! E is before I in the word 'weird!'” The girl announced annoyedly, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
April leaned on her seat, staring up at the ceiling and pondering. “What if I just…banned English?”
“The language or the class?” The mutant asked incredulously.
“Why not both?” She deadpanned. Leo rolled his eyes fondly as he adjusted himself on his bed to a more comfortable and relaxed position, “Well, you have fun with that…”
The two teens shared a comfortable silence, both going back to working on their homework, asking questions every now and again but keeping the atmosphere quiet, calm and settled.
Leo glanced at the screen, resting his palm on his cheek as he just…stared at her.
Which…is extremely creepy and something you should never do to someone (especially if they wield a moped 24/7), but April was just so…
“You’re so smart, April…” Leo mumbled as the girl in question looked up at him, confused and flattered at the sudden/random compliment, “Huh?”
“Huh?” The teenage boy repeated, his face turning a deep crimson as he came to terms that his 'inner thoughts' became his 'outer thoughts'. The girl raised a brow, a teasing smirk plastered on her face, “You just called me smart.”
“No I didn’t!” The mutant denied, “I meant to say, uh uhm…you're such a u-uh…tart!”
Nice save Leo…nice. save.
“A…tart? Are you trying to call me a snack or something?”
“NO!” The blue banded mutant immediately said, his face as hot as fire now, “You’re just very sweet like one. My Dad baked tarts all the time when I was a kid and I was kindaaaa hungry just now. So, I thought of the tarts he used to make and I was like ‘wow, those tarts were sweet as HECK’ and thought about you!”
April stared at Leo for a minute or two before bursting out into laughter, simply going back to her homework, “Pff— okay, certified yapper.” She snickered, going back to jotting down notes in her French textbook.
Suddenly, there was a shout to be heard ringing around the lair, a shout that could only be the home to one of Leo’s family members.
“Is that your tart welding Father calling you?” She teased as Leo groaned, “No…it’s one of my brothers. Which one this time? I have no idea…” The shout of Leo’s name was heard again as the eldest turtle groaned irritably.
“Yes?” The blue banded turtle called out but was only met with silence. I mean, what else is new? He was expecting no answer but it was still annoying. The turtle teen sighed, “One moment please.” He said as he muted himself on the phone. He got up from his bed, going into the middle of the room before yelling at the top of his lungs, “YES???”
“Yeesh. I’m right here, dude. No need to shout.” Raph smiled as he walked into the shared bedroom where the eldest sibling was. Leo only glared at him disapprovingly, crossing his arms against his plastron, “What do you want, Raph?”
“Damn. What did I do to get treated with such hostility?”
Leo raised an unamused brow.
“I mean specifically!”
“I told you guys a million times to not disturb me for the next hour!” The turtle in blue groaned as he rubbed his forehead, “I’m on a call with April doing homework— the homework you all refused to help me with.”
“Y'know once you tell me things it goes in one ear and out the other, right? And besides, it’s not like I’m disrupting you or anything.”
“You are!” Leonardo shouted, “I literally have myself muted on the phone right now because you decided to waltz in here like Godzilla!”
“Would that…make you Kong?”
The eldest’s glare hardened, “Raphael.”
“Alright, alright! Keep your shell on!” The other snickered, “Just felt like checking up on everyone. You weren’t topside or in the lounge area. So I figured you were in here.” The red banded turtle stated as he looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
The eldest’s eyes softened a bit at that, his crossed arms unfolding and then dropping to his sides. With the whole…fiasco that happened last summer, Raph has been checking up on the family more frequently as of now.
And by 'more frequently', he means the everlasting second of the day. Which was more than Leo has ever done. And that’s saying a LOT.
“I’m fine, Raph.” The leader in blue said, “Again…just on a call with April. You can…join us if you’d like. We’re gonna quickly finish our homework and then just chat. But don’t do or say anything stupid.” The eldest said jokingly as he offered the second youngest a smile.
Raph nodded, squinting suspiciously a bit, “Well you changed your mind quick.”
“I felt like being nice today.” Leo grinned, “So you gonna join or what?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I just wanted to check up on you— I don’t wanna intrude on y'all…seriously.” He trailed off as his elder brother looked at him confused, huffing out a laugh of bewilderment, “Since when have you cared about intruding?”
The red banded teen shrugged, still glancing to the side as Leo groaned loudly and dramatically, slinging one arm over Raph’s shoulder’s and squeezing him in a side hug tightly. With the height difference, the hug kind of looked like if Tom and Jerry were conjoined into one working being…although it was a hug nonetheless.
“You wanted my wonderful and awesome attention so I’m giving it to you. Come on, Kool Aid Man. Let’s go.” The hazel eyed teen said as he dragged Raph to his bed.
“Wait…what did you just call me?”
“Kool Aid Man. Get over it. It suits you.”
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“Raph…it was never that serious…” April sighed, looking at the second youngest who was pooling out buckets of the ocean from his eyes, but kept a straight face on the screen. The three teens were currently watching the very last episode of Steven Universe…for old times sake.
And let’s just say the red banded turtle wasn’t taking it too kindly.
“April’s right, man. Why are you sobbing like the crying emoji?” Leo cackled, resting his shell against the wall as Raph kicked him. “I AM NOT!” The hot-head yelled, wiping his eyes immediately after his brother asked, “These are manly tears…”
“So…you are crying.” The young leader snickered.
“Screw off, Nerdardo…!” The brown eyed teen groaned, scoffing as the credits played on the IPhone screen. “I fucking hate that show…it’s so fucking dumb…” He sobbed again, burying his face into the palm of his hands.
The leader in blue sighed, patting his little brother’s shoulder as he looked at April, “See what I have to deal with?”
The girl chortled, crossing her arms, “Must be soooo hard.” She mused and the girl smiled in amusement, slumping in her seat as she stopped screen-sharing on her phone, “So what do you guys wanna watch now?”
“Uh…wanna watch that Netflix One Piece movie? I heard that Live Action isn’t…as bad as people say it is.” Leo offered as April scrolled through the different options Netflix had to offer.
“Hell to the no,” The red banded turtle immediately said, “I just escaped a 3 hour anime marathon with Don. I don’t want to see anything having to do with anime until I’m 90. Or when I die. Whichever comes first.”
The other turtle chuckled in amusement, “Fair enough.” He hummed, “What about…Avatar the Last Airbender? The series, of course.”
“You know damn well once we start watching it we won’t stop until we finish it.” April said.
“True that…” Raphael commented.
“Wait!” Leo gasped, “What if we watched a nostalgic movie instead? Like one we all haven’t seen in a long while?” The brown eyed mutant nodded at the idea, resting his shell on the wall as he grinned at the smaller turtle. “Alright…I’m picking up what you’re putting down here, brother. What’s your idea?”
“I didn’t…put anything down.” The elder turtle blinked confused. The red banded turtle huffed in amusement, patting his brother’s shoulder, “Oh, sweet summer child…” Leo rolled his eyes at the comment, brushing Raph’s hand off of his shoulder.
“Oh! I know! What about Monster’s Inc—?” April started to say but was almost immediately shut down by the second oldest turtle, “Nope. Definitely not.”
“Huh? Why not? I love that movie!” The blue banded turtle groaned.
“Yeah.” Raphael said to his older brother, “And you love Jennifer Tilly. Don’t forget that one time where you—“ Leo quickly hit his brother in the shoulder, not allowing him to finish the sentence and glaring at him profusely, “SHUT UP! It was one time! You don’t understand—!”
“—And I don’t want to!” The taller mutant declared, hitting Leo in the shoulder back. “Well, as a little kid you liked that ugly freaking fish from Shark Tales.” Leo added smugly.
“…I will kick you again, Nardo. Don’t test me.” The red banded turtle threatened lightly. The glasses welding teen laughed, rolling her eyes, “I don’t even wanna know…”
April suddenly then cracked her knuckles, adjusting her glasses so they were positioned correctly on her face (due to the fact it was slightly falling off and she can’t and won’t be caught lacking). “Alright y'all, hold on. Lemme lock in on this science assignment…” April muted herself, pulling out her laptop and becoming concentrated in her work.
The two brother’s patiently sat quietly, averting to their own conversation as they waited for their friend to finish her other homework. Leo let Raph have his yap session for a good, like, 2 seconds before the hazel eyed mutant went back to looking at his crush April.
Raph looked at his brother knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly as the shorter turtle looked at him confused.
“…what?” Leo said.
“What what?” Raph said back.
“You’re looking at me.”
“And you’re looking at April~!”
“SSH SSH SHH! SHUT UP!” The young leader in blue screeched as a light blush appeared on his face. “Why don’t we…watch Avengers Endgame?” April suggested as she unmuted herself.
Huh. She finished that science homework fast. And regarding that their science class is doing Physics right now, she probably used Chat GPT…
Leo’s eyes lit up at the suggestion as Raph groaned loudly, “No! No we are not.” The taller turtle said immediately, leaving no room for argument. The smaller turtle groaned back, crossing his arms in frustration.
Raph facepalmed himself, due to the fact that this exact scene has played out anytime he tries to watch movies with his brother’s (and it’s a miracle that Donnie and/or Mikey weren’t here…or the call would last until the Earth exploded) “Leonardo. For the millionth time: Captain America is not a cool superhero! Like…at ALL!”
“He’s a cool superhero to me!” Leo screeched.
“Yeah! Only to you!” Raph glared as he jabbed Leo in the side. The smaller turtle screamed loudly in surprise, flinching away and covering his side with one arm as he hit Raph in the shoulder with the other.
“Leo? You okay?” April asked, a tad bit concerned from the genuine scream her friend let out.
“I’m fine!” Leonardo said through gritted teeth, “Just…trying to do my chores. Which reminds me: I need to take the trash out.” And with that, the leader in blue pushed his immediate younger brother off of the bed. He stuck the middle finger at him before facing the camera and pretending he didn’t just shove his brother to the abyss that was the side of his resting quarters. “You were saying?” He smiled sweetly at April.
“Is Raph okay?” She asked, trying to stifle her laughs but finding the task extremely hard. “He’ll be fine.” The blue banded turtle simply said, looking to the side of him where Raphael layed.
The turtle in question stuck the middle finger at him as Leo gladly did so back. April snickered at the two’s bickering, rolling her eyes fondly. Leo muted himself for, like, the millionth time during this call, turning to Raph, “Raphael.”
“That’s me.”
The leader in blue’s eye twitched, “I know that’s you! That’s why I said your name!” The elder threw a pillow at his little brother who caught effortlessly.
“Do not— I REPEAT: Do NOT tickle me in front of April, Raph!”
“Why not~?” Raphael snickered evilly like the little shit he proudly was. “Because it’s embarrassing!” Leo said as if his reasoning should’ve been obvious, “And besides, she needs to know that I have absolutely no weaknesses whatsoever!”
“Nardo, I highly doubt she thinks that.”
“What do you know anyway?” The hazel eyed mutant huffed, “Besides, I’m pretty sure she would appreciate talking about Captain America more than she would like to meet Hulk irl.”
Raph gasped, offended, “I DO NOT LOOK LIKE HULK AT ALL!”
Leo giggled amused, unmuting himself, “You said it, not me.”
The glasses-wielding teen rolled her eyes, smirking at Leo, “Are done muting yourself now?” The blue banded teen nodded, “Yeah, sorry. Just needed to take care of a couple things…as you saw.” He gestured to Raph on the ground with his hand.
“…I see.” April mused, “So. What now?”
“Now? Now I will show you something very interesting…” The red banded turtle said as he got up.
Raph pulled his older brother closer to him on the bed by grabbing his ankle, dragging his body (pause...) to his chest as he put him in a small chokehold (one that wouldn’t hurt him of course). Leo sighed impatiently, hitting Raph’s arms like there was no tomorrow.
“Raph, you’re so fucking annoying! Let GO of me!” The leader in blue growled which only caused the taller turtle’s grin to widen. “Hey, April? My friend, my pal, my amiga, my bud, my partner in crime…” He chuckled, “Can I let you in on a little secret?”
“Raph…” Leo warned.
“Well, not really a secret but just some cool info little Leonardo here hasn’t told you yet. He’s wanted to tell you for a long while but you know this dork, he’s shy.”
“Raph!” Leo yelled, squirming left and right as he tried to get out of the small chokehold, inwardly dying from how embarrassing this was going to be.
He would love to be tickled by April. Ever since they’ve become close friends that’s been the #1 thing to do on his bucket list: to tell her he was ticklish. Which sounds easy but it really wasn’t. Still isn’t.
And no matter how many stretches or pokes he did, she would never get the clue.
So, inevitably, he just gave up. Besides, April would freak the flip OUT if she heard his ‘getting tickled laugh’. Like, she’s heard his ‘normal laugh’ but his ‘getting TICKLED laugh???’
Because of his signature laugh, the hazel eyed mutant has been called Elmo, Peter Griffin, Scooby Doo…Patrick Star, the list goes ON.
It would just be straight up HUMILIATING. She wouldn’t make fun of him of course but that sure as hell doesn’t mean she wouldn’t judge. What if he hit her too hard or he kicked her?
And if he SNORTED?
Oh good grief Leo was going to absolutely die today…
The girl snickered, crossing her arms over her chest, intrigued on what this whole ‘secret’ was. “Oh? You’ve been hiding something from me, Nerdo?” Leo shook his head in response to the question, “He ihihis lying, April! Dohon’t listen toohoo this buffons lihies!” Great. And now he’s already laughing.
“I am nohot a liar!” Raphael chuckled at his brother’s infectious laughter, “I’m aha truther. If anything yohou’re a liar for not telling April how embarrassingly ticklish you are.” The taller turtle mused, tickling Leo’s side with his free hand.
Leonardo squawked loudly and then pursed his lips together in an attempt to not laugh. “Okay, Rio. Pop off.” April hummed, not seeming phased by the leader in blue’s predicament at all. The brown eyed turtle sighed knowingly at his immediate older brother’s behavior, shaking his head fondly, “You see here, April: this is what I call I liar right here.”
“Yohou’re the liahair!” Leo squeaked out but fell into a chorus of giggles as Raph’s tickling method changed from scribbling to his side to repetitive squeezes. “You were always more ticklish to squeezes than scribbles, you weirdo.”
“Rahahaph nononoho!”
“Raph yes yes yehehes.” Raphael playfully mocked.
“Dohon’t doohoo thihis in frohont of April!” Leo despretley pleaded, kicking his legs on his mattress in a last attempt to get the sweet sweet taste of freedom. Raph rolled his eyes, “Oh please. You’re fiiiine. Besides, you love this sooooo I don’t even know why you’re complaining.” The young leader’s face burned in absolute humiliation…there was no way in all of Equestria’s three moons that Raph was doing this to him.
No way.
No how.
“Oh yeah, that’s also a thing he forgot to tell you. He freaking loves this. It’s adorable really how much he denies the fact.”
“Oh. He likes tickling?” April asked interested but there was also a hint of genuine interest to it.
“Yeah. All of us do, really. Donnie thinks it’s because we quote on quote, ‘have a touch of the ‘tism’…whatever that means.” Raph remarked smugly, “But this chewed wad of green gum right here likes it most outta all of us, don’t you, Leo?” The hazel eyed teen shook his head, giggling softly and hiding his face in the crook of Raph’s neck.
“See? He’s not even trying to get away.”
“YeHES Ihi ahAHAM!”
“You’re squirming, doofus. If you reaaallly wanted to get away you would’ve whooped my shell by now. But you didn’t. Soooo I’m highly assuming you like it.” Raphael stated as he snuck his hand in his immediate older brother’s underarm which only caused Leo’s face to be practically conjoined with the side of the red banded turtle’s neck.
Leo snorted, kicking his legs on the bed sheets, “M-My GAHASH! Rahaph yohou yahapper— shuhut UHUP!”
The red banded teen smirked, “I am a yapper, actually. Here, lemme demonstrate…” The taller turtle slipped his hand out of his brother’s underarm and just wiggled his fingers, “I’m gonna tickle you so bad, Nardo~! I’m gonna show April just how insanely ticklish you are~!”
The blue banded turtle snorted loudly, refusing to look anywhere that was not the floor. Gosh he was gonna get Raph BACK for this!
Well, if he came out of this alive.
“YohOU AHAsshole *snort* STAHAP!” The smaller mutant screeched, kicking his brother’s arm with his knee repetitively which Raph wasn’t phased by. Raph brought his hand down and scribbled all over the tops of Leo’s knees. “NAHAH! NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEES NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEES!!!” The smaller turtle panicked, his legs too tired to kick so he was just left to squirm with his torso.
Raphael huffed out a laugh of amusement, “I hope you’re taking notes of this, April.”
The girl in question giggled lightly, “I’ve been screen recording the whoooole time.”
Raph winked knowingly at his brother, squeezing the top of his brother’s knees as if there was no tommorow. “RAHA— *snort* *snort* RAHAPH PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort *snort* NOHOHOHO!”
April’s eyes widened at the new laugh she was being displayed with, but that newfound shock soon turned to newfound admiration. “Jeeheez…Leo can snort two times in a row?”
“Five if it’s on a good day.” Raph remarked.
With all the leader in blue’s squirming, he was able to get out of the hold for approximately 0.2 seconds before Raph easily “recaptured” him. Although this time, Raph wrapped around one arm over Leo’s torso to hold his arms down to his arms down to his sides. The elder paled, knowing what was coming to him.
Leo almost regretted even allowing Raph to join the call with him and April his EVIL little brother dug his fingers into his stomach. And without his arms, Leo was left completely defenseless and could not do anything but just laugh like he was your typical go-to NYC drug addict.
“Tickle tickle tickle~!” Raph teased. The hazel eyed teen threw his head back as he let out loud, giddy cackles. It was honestly a surprise and a relief no one in the family came to check up on him.
“Don’t say what, Gigglenardo? Tickle~?” Raph asked innocently.
“GOHODAHAMMIT! YEHEHES!”
“But it’s such a pog word! Tickletickletickletickle~!” The brown eyed turtle said as he now scribbled on his elder brother’s stomach. Leo let out a genuine Broadway actor scream before falling into his spiral of cackles. “My gohosh I didn’t know he was so ticklish…” April remarked which caused Raph to lightly chuckle, “You have no idea…” He said.
“Gitchie gitchie goo, Gigglenardo…”
“FAHAHACK— *snort* *snort* FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”
“I didn’t even say tickle this time!” Raph fake pouted, “But I guess I could since you miss me saying it so much~! Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”
The glasses wielding teen looked at her friend fondly, “Nardo I’ve never seen you laugh like this. We should do this more often.” She said as Leo’s face turned to the Earth’s core.
Well…at least April seemed to geuniely like his laugh…? That’s a win.
“RAHA— *snort* *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”
“Please~? Plehehease what, big bro~?”
The cackling turtle squealed, tears of joy being clearly seen in his eyes. “THIHIS IHIS MEEHEEAN!!!” He whined through his laughs as April and Raph fondly rolled their eyes. “Oho…I can show you mean, bro. I’m just using one hand and you’re already a squirmy, giggly mess. Imagine what it’ll be like if I used both of my hands…”
“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!”
“Eh, you don’t have to imagine. I’ll just…” And with that, Raph scribbled against the side of the leader in blue’s ribs with both of his hands now. The hazel eyed teen immediately pulled his arms down, hugging his middles and just laughing hysterically. “Uh oh…Nardo, did I find a bad spot~?” Raph fake pondered as he scratched at his big brother’s lower ribs.
The brown eyed turtle looked at his friend, “April, you’re a news reporter, right? Tell me something about this new discovery!“ He said in a sudden sweet and innocent tone. “AHAPRIL AHAPRIL *snort* DOHOHON’T!” The blue banded turtle teen squeaked out but his pleas were ignored by the other two.
April grabbed an Expo marker, putting it to her mouth as if it was a microphone as she adjusted her glasses again. “Hello, I am April O’Neil and I am reporting from The Splinterson’s room. As you can see, Leonardo– the small Mucinex mascot over there– is getting his shit absolutely wrecked by Shrek over here.”
“HEY!” Raph shouted, offended, “I do not look like Shrek!”
“YOHOU *snort* KIHINDA—“ Leo started but was soon cut off as the red banded turtle started to squeeze at his hips. “No one asked you, Mr. Mucus.” Raphael huffed.
“Other than the whole Shrek thing, I think that was a pretty good report. Thanks, Apes.”
“No probs, Raph.”
“SHUHUT UP! THE BOHOTH OF *snort* *snort* YOHOU!” Leo snorted as April and Raph shared an amused look. Raph ceased his tickle onslaught on his brother, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a small noogie. Leo huffed as he caught his breath, glancing to the side to try and hide the smile on his face.
“I screen recorded everything, Nardo. I hope you know that.” April grinned cheekily as Raph copied the grin as well.
“And I hope you know that I hate the both of you…” The young leader giggled, swatting at Raph’s arms but didn’t hit with an attempt to hurt him.
“APRIL!” Mrs. O’Neil yelled from downstairs in April’s apartment, “COME DO YOUR LAUNDRY!”
The girl in question groaned, looking to the side where her Mom was calling her, “MOM! I’M BUSYYYYYY! I CAN DO IT LATERRRRRR!!!” She whined.
“APRIL O’NEIL!” Her Mom said in a warning tone.
The girl in glasses sighed, resting her cheek on her palm, “I gotta go before my Mom kills me, you guys.” She groaned, “April O’Neil out.” April concluded with emphasis as she left the call. Leo sighed, bringing a pillow to his face as he hid under his blankets, groaning loudly.
“I hate you so much…”
“Oh you’ll be fiiiine. You should thank me. She is going to wreck your shit on Monday.” Raph nonchalantly said as Leo buried his face into the pillow deeper.
Zoe somehow finds out, that Mia is in Dimitresku castle, so she breaks in, to save her. She burst in, right in the middle of family dinner, screaming something like "Where's my Mia!"
Seeing, that Mia sits in Alcinia's lap scene gets a little awkward, until Dani says something like: "Well, ain't you cute".
Zoe busted in on the family dinner, gun in hand, and yelled "Where is my Mia!" at the top of her lungs before she even processed the scene in front of her. Three woman that looked no older than herself stared at her in surprise, a blonde, a brunette who still had a piece of meat hanging from her mouth, and a redhead. At the head of a table sat an even larger woman, slowly lowering her wine glass, and in that woman's lap, sat Mia, her face turning a bright pink as she looked somewhere between horrified and embarrassed.
"Zoe!" Mia's squeaked, sliding off the tall woman's lap and rushing over to the younger woman. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was planning on savin your ass. But now I... I ain't sure." She replied, only growing more confused when Mia gently made her lower the gun. "What... exactly is happenin here? Are you friends with these..." She furrowed her eyebrows as she thought of the word. "'People'?"
"Well-" Mia tired, then was interrupted by the red haired woman.
"Mama, who's your friend?!" She asked, eyes fixed on Zoe.
"She's-"
"Yes, my love...." The tall lady replied, her own eyes sharpened to a glare. "Who is this... woman who claims you as her own?"
"It's not-"
"She smells like uncle Salv." The brunette snorted, and the blonde simply stared with mild curiosity. Mia sighed.
"I think she's cute!" The redhead grinned, but all Zoe could do is look to Mia as if she'd grown two more heads.
"You need to tell me what the fuck is goin on, Mia. Now."
The woman seemed to stammer between all the noise, unsure of what to say. "It's... a long story...." She scratched her neck, and laughed nervously at the awkward tension in the room.
Zoe was almost certain she was going to lose her mind. If she hadn't already.
Jack pulled the Doctor into a side room, away from the kids, and crossed his arms
"So tell me, what's the actual plan?"
"I don't know a way out of this one." The Doctor was looking anywhere but Jack.
"You always know a way out." The Doctor pulled at their hair. "What aren't you telling me?"
It took a few moments, it was barely a whisper, but Jack heard anyway,"I have thought of a way out."
"And?"
"It was the first thing I thought of, after the sonic was destroyed, which, really, must say something about me. I tried to- i tried to expend all other options first, maybe i miscalculated. I rarely miscalculate. If someone stayed behind, here, and held it all together, i would be able to go with the others to the escape pods, jumpstart them with a bit of regeneration energy, and pilot them away from here and towards the TARDIS before the station explodes. But…"
"The TARDIS doesn't like me."
The Doctor turned and looked up.
"She does, really, she just finds it hard to land near you."
"Exactly."
The Doctor shuffled their feet. They opened their mouth to speak again when Jack said, "Alright. I'll do it."
"Jack, you could be-"
"Blown up and then left to suffocate in the vacuum of space? Yeah, I know. But like you said, it's the only good idea we have, and I'm not letting any of these kids die."
I found this long list of questions and I’ve been itching to write something with Piltover’s Finest, yet I needed some practice to figure out how the characters would work out with different situations. Only hours left for the arc III and I want to share this, since it turned out to be a weird ask-fic type of a thing.
No specific backstory as to why Caitlyn and Vi are answering these questions. I guess I imagined them recording their responses on video or just sound, like a podcast. Originally I just wanted to write their responses, but then they started talking and now it’s a thing. Some questions are a bit strange and I certainly don’t feel confident that I know the lore enough, but it’s just a funny thing I came up with. So. Here.
- hints and referencing to some adult themes but it’s really mild -
1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
V: Soda cans, I can crush a full one on my forehead
C: I own a collection of teacups I got from my grandparents but I never use them. And I’m not cleaning up after the mess you’re going to make with the soda can just to prove that you can.
V: Haha, I can. Get it?
C: Yes… You mop. Get that one?
2. Chocolate bars or lollipops?
V: Neither, we never got any of these when growing up. But now that I think about it, cupcake here can do a nasty lick on my lol--
C: SHUT UP. Next, please...
3. Bubblegum or cotton candy?
C: I think we covered enough with the last one, please, next…
V: Hey! I wanted to answer this one too.
C: No, you don’t.
4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you?
V: Oh, this is easy. A Walking Disaster.
C: I always got good grades and only ever had trouble with one teacher. But that was only because I proved his theory wrong and--
V: If I didn’t get to answer the tasty questions, you don’t get to answer this one. NEXT!
5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
V: Wait, we already covered this one. Cans… CANS.
C: Yeah, I give up… Cans it is.
6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?
V: I don’t even know what most of these mean, tomboy sounds nice, though. Maybe that. I stole this jacket from a dude.
C: Does formal include my uniform? It makes me feel really empowered.
V: ...and hot.
7. Earbuds or headphones?
V: Headphones are easier, I’d keep losing those tiny things everywhere.
C: Earbuds, I can wear them discreetly.
V: Why would you need to wear that discreetly?
C: Well, I sometimes listen to audiobooks when you and the guys are discussing whatever it is that you’re discussing.
V: Women. Mostly. Or sports.
C: You just proved my point.
8. Movies or tv shows?
V: Neither, again. I mostly work out if I have time off. Or we just have s--
C: Yeah, no. We don’t own a tv.
V: We, now is it?
C: Shut. Up.
9. Favorite smell in the summer?
V: Dirt.
C: What? Seriously, dirt?
V: Yeah, it has this warm earthy smell that reminds me of my childhood and running around, well, in dirt.
C: Oh my god. Ahem, well my grandparents had a large garden full of roses and dahlias when I was a child. I used to spend my summers reading a lot of books in their garden. So, roses, if I have to pick one.
10. Game you were best at in p.e.?
V: Boxing.
C: I was pretty average with sports. They didn’t exactly have sharp-shooting or hunting as part of the curriculum, so my talents never got to shine through.
V: I smell a brag. That wasn’t even the question and you managed to slide that in there… Just like that.
C: Yes.
11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day?
V: Whatever is available. I’m not particularly picky when it comes to food.
C: That is true. She will eat the roast beef from last night for breakfast, and that is on top of the scrambled eggs, toast--
V: They get it, and what can I say… I need a lot of energy for the day.
C: I eat a normal breakfast.
V: That’s it? Normal breakfast. That’s your answer?
C: Yes.
12. Name of your favorite playlist?
V: Anything high-beat. Something that really gets the adrenaline running.
C: The opposite, I listen to music to calm myself down.
13. Lanyard or key ring?
V: Who writes these questions?
C: She needs everything attached to her with a leash or else she’ll lose them. So the first option for her, the regular key ring for me.
V: Hey! ...it’s true, though.
14. Favorite non-chocolate candy?
C: Not another candy one…
V: LOLLIPOP!
C: Oh, just shut it already, they’re not interested...
15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment?
V: I didn’t read any and Cait wouldn’t know where to start and we’d be here all night, let’s move on.
C: True.
16. Most comfortable position to sit in?
V: Cupcake on top--
C: That’s not what they’re asking, you’re impossible. Yes, okay, I like to sit on Vi’s lap. Happy?!
V: Oh… Oh. Yes I am. Next.
17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes?
V: Wha--
C: Most people own more than one pair. I mostly wear my work boots, but that’s just because we’re working all the time...
18. Ideal weather?
V: Doesn’t matter, they’re all perfect but equally suck.
C: I actually agree. Each one comes with its own perks and disadvantages.
19. Sleeping position?
C: No, we’re not getting into this.
V: C’mon, it’s a good question.
C: No. I think they got the gist with the lollipop.
V: Don’t forget your favorite sitting position.
C: Right, that too.
V: Let’s just go with ‘close’.
20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a notebook, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
V: Bold of anyone to assume I write down anything.
C: She really doesn’t. I fill her reports for her too.
V: That’s just because you won’t let me.
C: “Boom. Did it.” Doesn’t really cover all the details and circumstances of a mission, does it?
21.Obsession from childhood?
V: Hitting things.
C: I used to escape my life to books. So, reading.
22. Role model?
V: Vander
C: I guess I used to look up to Jayce growing up, but I’m not sure I like the person he’s turned into now. But he did show me anyone can be anything they want, so, it’s not all bad?
23. Strange habits?
V: Cait talks in her sleep.
C: Can we please not go there again. Take this seriously, please. I prefer everything in threes.
V: But you said no to thr--
C: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! Okay, almost everything.
V: I don’t know if I have any strange habits.
C: You pick your nose when you think nobody is looking. You lick your plate clean, sometimes mine too. You only take cold showers. You--
V: Okay, I have bad manners and want to feel fresh when I freshen up.
C: No, I just think those little things are adorable in their own way.
V: Getting soft on me, cupcake?
C: You also don’t listen to any direction, advice or--
V: Okay, getting a bit away from the subject here, let’s continue.
24. Favorite crystal?
V: What?
C: What?
25. First song you remember hearing?
V: Mom singing me lullabies.
C: My mother never sang for me. I think I vaguely remember going to the opera when I was 3. Does that count?
26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather?
V: A good honest fist fight to get a nice sweat. Or s--
C: Still no.
V: But it’s my favorite sweaty activity.
C: I’m going with moving around. Walking, anything but staying still.
27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather?
V: Fist fight. And the other thing too.
C: We’ve never done it-- Actually, never mind. I like going for a run in the cold.
28. Five songs to describe you?
V: I don’t know five songs by name.
C: Yeah, we’re not doing this one.
29. Best way to bond with you?
V: Food. Or fist fights. Or the thing Cait doesn’t let me say out loud.
C: You would do that with anyone?
V: Oh, right. No. So, just food or fist fights. Or both.
C: Discussion about any literature or guns. Or in Vi’s case, it’s the thing we don’t say out loud.
V: Don’t you think this makes us sound a bit violent? We’re really not, you know.
30. Places that you find sacred?
C: Home.
V: Yeah, home.
31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?
V: This.
C: My uniform.
32. Top five favorite vines?
C: What?
V: I showed you a funny one the other day, you know, the one the dudes sent me.
C: Oh, yeah. Definitely a ‘no’.
33. Most used phrase in your phone?
V: ‘cupcake’
C: I barely use it. I guess “What were you thinking?” would be a common phrase I ask Vi a lot.
34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head?
V: I can’t remember a single one. My head is very empty.
C: Yeah, you got that one right…
V: Hey, that’s mean.
C: Okay, sorry. Your head is focused on what matters. I appreciate that about you.
V: Yeah, I’m very focused. What was the question?
35. Average time you fall asleep?
V: I’m usually just so exhausted I think it’s the time it takes for my head to hit the pillow.
C: After I calm myself down, usually from 30 minutes to 1 hour.
V: Really? That long?
C: Well, you wouldn’t know because you’re always the one who falls asleep first.
36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing?
C: The one Vi showed me and it was the first and the last. No more of these, please.
V: I think in our own way, we were making a lot of memes as kids, all the time. So, I don’t remember the first one.
37. Suitcase or duffel bag?
V: I only take what I need, which I can fit in my pockets. Neither.
C: And that means I usually get to carry around what is actually needed. Duffel bag.
38. Lemonade or tea?
V: Soda. From a can.
C: Tea. Or if we don’t play by the rules, I prefer coffee.
39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?
V: Both.
C: Cake. Meringue is too sweet.
40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?
V: I had a teacher who liked me.
C: I had a teacher who didn’t.
41. Last person you texted?
V: Cupcake.
C: Vi
42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets?
V: I like pockets, so I’d say both, again.
C: Jacket, I barely keep anything in my pants. The pockets, pockets in my pants, Vi. Don’t start...
43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?
V: I wear a hoodie under a jacket? What is that called?
C: No fashion sense. Just kidding.. Come on, don’t look so hurt. I think you’re cute. But I don’t know, I have a cardigan at home I wear if it’s chilly. So, cardigan.
44. Favorite scent for soap?
C: It’s dirt again, isn’t it?
V: No! I was going to say whatever you use that makes your skin smell so nice.
C: Aww, okay let’s go with that. It’s shea butter, by the way.
V: Yeah, I don’t have a clue what that is.
45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?
V: Well, we’re absolute legends, so, superheroes?
C: Growing up I used to read--
V: Oh my god, just pick one.
C: Fine. Science fiction.
46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in?
C: Please, don’t say--
V: NAKED!
C: Yeah...
47. Favorite type of cheese?
V: All of them. Except the ones that taste like feet.
C: Oh, a food you don’t like.
V: It tastes like feet, and you like it?
C: It’s an acquired taste--
V: FEET.
C: I don’t really eat cheese that much, I’m a bit sensitive to dairy.
48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be?
V: Oh, oh! You would be a cupcake.
C: It’s not a fruit. And you’d be a durian.
V: I don’t know what that is.
C: You remember the strange smell by the market you asked me about?
V: Ieww-- wait. You think I stink?
C: That was not the point, the fruit is actually really delicious.
V: So, I taste good?
C: Ahem.. can we move along?
49. What saying or quote do you live by?
V: Never ask for permission. Apologize later.
C: That one is painfully true. Mine is “Time waits for no one.”
V: You just broke my brain. What does that even mean?
C: Just a reminder to live in the moment and not dwell in the past. Or at least that’s how I see it now, it meant something different to me once.
V: Oh, okay. That’s not half bad.
C: I know. That’s why it’s my guideline.
50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have?
V: Caitlyn. On many occasions.
C: Really? I would be very taken if I didn’t know better that you’re usually laughing at me not with me.
V: Yeah, I’m serious. I’ve never laughed like this before I met you, I mean it.
C: This is the question you’re taking seriously?
V: Laughter is a serious matter.
C: You’re a strange person, you know that?
V: I am and you love me because of it, so let’s move on.
51. Current stresses?
V: I don’t really stress too much, that would mean I wasn’t focused on whatever I’m doing, right?
C: I guess. I’m always stressing about our missions. You never take my direction the way I want you to.
52. Favorite font?
V: What?
C: Font. Like, words. In a book. It’s the style the words are written in. And my favorite is Garamond.
V: I don’t know what that is but it does sound like something you’d be into.
C: It really does, doesn’t it?
53. What is the current state of your hands?
V:...
C: It’s okay. You can tell.
V: My right hand is currently drawing little hearts on cupcake’s arm and my leftie is squeezing her leftie.
C: Oh, that’s what you were doing? Hearts?
V: What did you think I was doing?
C: Yeah, let’s just… move on.
54. What did you learn from your first job?
V: You deserve to be paid, one way or another.
C: You worked before I got you a job here? You?
V: I did some simple deliveries around Zaun, I just didn’t know my salary was only from the tips I was supposed to ask from the customers. I discovered very fast that just taking what I deserved was a lot easier.
C: So, stealing?
V: I did honest work, for like… a day. Then got tired of all that bullshit and robbed the asshole.
C: I rest my case. My parents didn’t want me to work, I did spend a lot of time in the library - I can hear you roll eyes at me, don’t. - and ended up organizing the books for free.
V: So, you learned nothing?
C: I learned some people are incredibly selfish and lazy. And put a lot of books back where they don’t belong. You can’t expect the librarian to watch everyone who comes and goes.
V: Haha, she had you do it for her. For free. Let me guess, you had a list of “enemies of the library” and kept track of whoever didn’t put their books back where they belong.
C: No. I just reported them directly to the librarian lady.
V: A snitch then, nice. What did she do to these criminals then?
C: I’m not discussing this with you. You’re just making fun of me.
V: She didn’t care, did she?
C: Let’s just move on to the next one.
55. Favorite fairy tale?
V: Not really mine, but Powder made me tell stories of this little boy who always got into trouble. I made up all the stories and don’t remember any of them. But later she revealed to me that she always saw the little boy as me. Most of the stories were about troubles I did get into, so it wasn’t too far from the truth. I just made it sound a lot cooler than it was.
C: That’s really sweet of you, now I just feel bad to share my favorites.
V: As in many favorites?
C: Yes, I had plenty of favorite fairy tales.
V: You can pick one, just one.
C: Hmm, well I would go with the Beauty and the Beast then.
56. Favorite tradition?
C: Christmas, everything about Christmas.
V: I never really cared much for traditions, but I agree. Christmas with Cait is my favorite.
57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?
C: I think I speak for both of us, we’d rather not go down this road tonight.
58. Four talents you’re proud of having?
V: Wow, a lot of questions. Okay. Four. I got two right here, my faithful right and left. I am also proud of my skills of “navigating treacherous terrain”, that was the roof-jumping thing you wrote on my file, right? And the fourth one is a secret talent Cait wouldn’t appreciate if I share with you.
C: I would not. But I do like that one, a lot. I think I would choose my intellect as the first, my patience as the second, third one… maybe my determination. Oh, and I’m a really good shooter. That should actually be the first, since you rarely give me enough time to think about strategies on the field.
59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?
V: You’re joking, right?
C: Is that your catchphrase or are you referring to this question?
V: What do you think?
C: I’d want something catchy and crazy, like “Do you feel lucky, punk?”
V: HAHAHA, who talks like that? Nobody says “punk”.
C: Yes, they do.
V: Trust me, I’ve been called many things and “punk” wasn’t one of them.
C: Well, if you’re so cool, what would yours be?
V: Any kind of game character?
C: I assume so, yes.
V: “How you doing, cupcake?”
C: Wha-- is that your catchphrase? What kind of game are you… Okay, next question.
60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?
V: Romance.
C: What? No. Now you’re just making fun of this.
61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?
V: Yeah, I really don’t. So…
C: I’d say “Time waits for no one.” again. I read it in a book.
62. Seven characters you relate to?
V: SEVEN?! I can’t even think of one.
C: Belle, I related to Belle when I was young. Multiply that seven times, and there you go. We’re not getting any sleep tonight if this keeps going on like this.
63. Five songs that would play in your club?
V: SKIIIIP--
C: Yeah, skip it.
64. Favorite website from your childhood?
V: I really didn’t.
C: The library’s compendium. I’ve spent more time searching through that than any website in existence.
65. Any permanent scars?
V: Hoo, boy, that is a long list.
C: The one above your lip is really sexy, though.
V: So, you can say things like that but I can’t?
C: Okay, what is your favorite? Of my scars.
V: You know which one. Is this a trick question?
C: Just answer it.
V: Okay, the one you got close to your ear when you fell off the bed and bonked your head against the table. You know, that night.
C: Yes, I do remember.
66. Favorite flower(s)?
V: Didn’t we already go through this? Roses and petunias or whatever.
C: Not petunias, but yeah we did. Next.
67. Good luck charms?
V: Oh, easy. Cait.
C: Because I always save your sorry ass?
68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?
V: The cheese made of feet. Again.
C: Those slugs you made me eat.
V: Hey, you said it was fine!
C: Back then I was still trying to impress you. No way I was going to admit to you that happened to be the single most disgusting thing I’ve ever held in my mouth.
69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?
V: You can’t lick your own elbow.
C: Animals can hold grudges.
V: Does this have something to do with your insane fear of birds?
C: Yes. They hate me.
V: Just because you’ve hunted their family and friends for sport, doesn’t mean they all recognize you.
C: Have you seen the way they look at me? They know.
70. Left or right handed?
V: Both.
C: That is a useful talent too, you know.
V: Well, you would know...
71. Least favorite pattern?
V: Pattern, like drapes and carpets and all that?
C: I guess that’s what they mean, horizontal stripes. Never looks good on anyone.
V: Oh, so anything on clothes too. Dots.
72. Worst subject?
V: Subject? I guess this refers to school, if so, all of them.
C: Sports, at least the ones in school.
V: Still not letting that go, huh?
73. Favorite weird flavor combo?
V: Probably anything I eat, ask anyone.
C: True, she can eat the leftover tomato soup with strawberry cake on the side.
74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?
V: I live with the pain I deserve.
C: Yes, you do. Deserve it I mean. You know how many bruises I could have easily saved you with some simple strategies?
V: Where’s the fun in that?
75. When did you lose your first tooth?
C: Let me guess, you had a fight and lost all of them prematurely?
V: Pretty much, yeah.
76. What's your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?
C: Why do you even ask, she’s just going to say all of them. I like plain potatoes that still taste like actual potatoes.
V: Sweet you know me so well, cupcake.
77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill?
V: Cows will fly before the day comes that I grow plants on my windowsill.
C: I don’t have time for plants.
78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?
V: I feel coffee makes me a bit twitchy, so sushi.
C: Coffee, I don’t care where it came from.
79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?
C: I prefer my photo in my work file. I look so young, though. No wonder no one took me seriously.
V: I like the photo we have of us. You know, where you have that funny face and I’m teasing you about something again, can’t remember what it was.
C: That’s not what they asked.
V: There’s no photos of me before that one. Except the one in the file but I just look like a common criminal in that one.
C: Yeah, you really do. It’s so cute.
80. Earth tones or jewel tones?
V: Dirt!
C: Yeah, that’s not what they’re asking, Vi.
81. Fireflies or lightning bugs?
V&C: fireflies...
82. PC or console?
V: Huh?
C: Yeah, no idea. Next.
83. Writing or drawing?
V: Drawing
C: Yeah, a drawing of severed heads in a pool of blood also doesn’t make an acceptable report to turn in to your superiors. Writing, obviously.
84. Podcasts or talk radio?
V: Neither. Booooring.
C: Audio books, is that more like podcasts then?
84. Barbie or polly pocket?
V: What the--
C: No idea, next.
85. Fairy tales or mythology?
V: Is mythology about dragons and stuff?
C: It can be, but so can fairy tales.
V: Yeah but those times when people actually believed all that stuff, that’s mythology, right?
C: Yes. So we agree on mythology then?
V: I choose dragons. The real-er ones.
86. Cookies or cupcakes?
V: YOU NEED TO ASK?!
C: Yeah… obviously cupcakes.
87. Your greatest fear?
V: Losing my cupcake.
C: Really? That’s so sweet. Okay, I pick losing you too then.
V: Now you just stole my answer.
C: Fine. It’s the birds then.
V: No, pick me!
C: I thought I already did...
88. Your greatest wish?
V: Greatest as in?
C: Greatest in regards to what? Size? Achievability? Desirability?
V: I think meeting you already used up all my wishes.
C: Look who’s being so romantic tonight, what are you up to?
V: Fulfilling your wishes tonight…
C: MMMKAY, moving on...
89. Who would you put before everyone else?
V: Cait
C: Vi
V: Okay, that was easy.
90. Luckiest mistake?
V: Cait.
C: I’m a mistake?
V: Okay, whatever mistakes I made that led up to you freeing me from that cell. Next.
C: I didn’t answer yet…
V: Do you even make mistakes?
C: Of course not. I guess my lucky mistake was to let you out.
V: How was that a mistake?
C: Oh, you have no idea how much I regretted my decisions after you ran off by that bathysphere.
91. Boxes or bags?
V: Okay, seriously, the questions. Bags?
C: Boxes. A lot of organized boxes. This totally makes sense.
92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?
V: Fire. Just honest scorching, flaming, fire.
C: Strangely enough, I agree. There’s nothing more magnificent than a real fire.
93. Nicknames?
V: Hmm-mm. I know yours.
C: Yeah, cupcake. Or Cait. Yours would be Vi, since that’s short for Violet.
V: No kidding. Do I look like a Violet to you?
95. Favorite app on your phone?
V: I just use my phone to poke at Cait.
C: I just use the calendar. So that one?
96. Desktop background?
V: If I had nudes of my cupcake, I would have them around everywhere.
C: And if I send you an inquiry “Do you need assistance?” replying with “send nudes” isn’t a correct way to answer. Not going to happen. But my background is whatever is the default.
97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized?
V: That’s why I have the phone so I don’t have to keep details like that stored in my head.
C: All of the important ones, so... a few.
V: Library one of them?
C: Shut up. And yes, but that’s just because I memorized it when I was younger.
98. Favorite historical era?
V: Whatever is going on now. Why would I care what happened 100 or 1000 years ago?
C: For me, nothing matters more than the present but I did enjoy reading about--
V: Oh, come on. Wait-- was this the last one?
C: Yes. Why isn’t it an exact 100 questions? Why leave it at 98?
V: I can see how much this bothers you… Want me to think of two more, just so you can sleep tonight?
C: I can sleep just fine.
V: You sure?
C: Yes… okay, no. Why is it 98 and not 100? We did not give up answering these, they shouldn’t have given up after 98!
V: So, two more. Let me think… Okay, favorite--
C: Wait! I need to write that down as a question.
V: Of course you do…
99. (Vi made me write this) Favorite sex position?
C: Okay, I’m just going to say; anything with you.
V: Oh, I thought it was the--
C: NO. Do you realize we can’t publish this anywhere if you blabber all details about our love life?
V: I’m pretty sure that ship sailed a long time ago. As if you’d let anyone publish this anywhere.
C: Yeah we need to re-do this tomorrow. Okay, fine, the one where you.. You know. Why do I have to say it out loud?
V: Where you sat on my face and fell off the bed because we didn’t think you’d need support when you--
C: YES. No more details. Please. And it’s your turn.
V: My favorite? The same.
C: But you’ve never done that with me.
V: I meant it’s my favorite when you do it. The question didn’t say anything about who’s giving or receiving.
100. What was your most recent dream about?
V: C’mon. That’s not even remotely interesting.
C: Just answer the question. It’s the last one.
V: I remember one recently where I had like 100 cats and forgot to feed them.
C: Why did you dream about cats?
V: I don’t know. I guess I saw some strays and thought about where they get their food? Who knows. What do you dream about?
C: I dreamt about you and me, in a hot bath-- doing… things. But then I lost you.
V: You lost me in that tiny tub? How’s that even possible?
C: Not the tub, the bath house. At first we were there alone, but then all of these people showed up from nowhere and I couldn’t find you anymore.
V: Warm water makes me sleepy. I prefer cold.
C: I know. So, are you sleepy now or still up to holding your promise of fulfilling my wishes tonight?
V: Definitely up. Anything for my cupcake.❤
