There’s a varying level of roughhousing and aggressiveness people are okay with, heck, me and some of my best friends would get into consensual fist fights just for the fun of it, it was roughhousing in the extreme but it gave us an outlet for our energy and we could always call off the fight the second we felt the need for it.
…so how do you tell your comparatively giant friend after you end up permanently shrinking one day for one reason or another that you’re not some delicate flower and you WANT them to tease, taunt, roughhouse, and playfully bully you, cause that’s the sort of friendship you’re used to having, and that’s what you’re comfortable with even at this size?
Cause that sounds like a very awkward conversation to have, lol.
Roughhousing is my love language. You’re so cool, punch me in the stomach. Wow you look great today, wrestle me for your shoe. God man that color does wonders for your eyes, now let me elbow you in the face.
i love being the strongest girl in my friend group... my friends keep throwing themselves at me to rough house, and none of them have succeeded in taking me town yet.
it always ends with them pinned, unable to move despite their best efforts until they ask me to let them up >w<
Awww, that sounds so fun and chaotic! I love that for you! Do you think one day they might gang up on you to playfully tackle you to the ground? That would be a very silly and victorious day for your friends if they can get you! 😂
I'm just imagining the chaos of one friend laughing while they watch you pin another one of your friends down who's equally as joyful and full of giggles that they can wrestle with you!
im crying that roughhousing post thats my whole life and has been my whole life with my sister. That post is what we were we never playing we were groping and grappling and slapping and scratching and pinching and pulling hair and trying to get the other to lose balance. God. It was playfight always but it was also something real in there. God.
My roughhousing with Izzy was my first social interaction. Shit.
Brandon, Cameron, and Angel have just finished filming the 'Hilarious 5 Minute Crafts 100 Million Orbeez Extended Version' video. But when Brandon gets a little too playful, Angel comes up with an entire plotline for a non-existant, childish creature...and Cameron is here for it!
This fanfic was a fun little idea I came up with after watching the playful video it's based on. As a result, this fanfic is going to have some spoilers for both the originsl video, and the extended version. So, I advise you click the link and watch the video before reading the fanfic.
Brandon, Cameron and Angel were in a pool of 100 million Orbeez water beads, and about 10 percent dark soil mix. They had filled the entire studio with these beads and dirt as a part of their 5 Minute Crafts video. The boys had calmed down from their Orbeez pool wrestling, and were now chilling out in the Orbeez pool. Honestly from an outsider, seeing 3 grown men ‘swimming around’ in a pool of over 100 million Orbeez water beads, was a hilarious way to end off the video. But even though the video was pretty much finished, Brandon didn’t get up to turn it off.
“Aren’t you gonna stop the camera?” Cameron asked.
“Nah…” Brandon replied as he bent his knees down to engulf his belly in the Orbeez pool. “Might want to save some footage for the BTS channel.” He admitted. Though if Brandon was to be completely honest…he just didn’t feel like turning off the camera anytime soon.
Plus he’s got at least half the battery left in the camera…so why not?
“So…” Brandon said as he started to sink himself further into the Orbeez pool.
“So…?” Angel asked him, still wearing his green hood.
“What now?” Cameron asked, bringing himself back down into the Orbeez pool.
“I don’t know.” Angel admitted.
Brandon looked at Angel with a deadpan look on his face…before jumping up and flopping onto Angel once more. This ‘whale flop on Angel’ had been their bit during the last 2 minutes of the video. Cameron had been doing it too beforehand. But this time, he just bursted out laughing as he watched.
“Dude…” Angel muttered.
“Oh, it’s in your sweater?” Brandon asked in an accent that showed the slightest bit of a Spanish accent. “How ‘bout dis?” Brandon declared before flopping onto Angel’s chest.
Aaah-!” Angel poked his arm in an attempt to get him off. “Brandon.” He poked his side a few times.
“AH- No stop!” Brandon yelled, falling off Angel and into the Orbeez pool.
“Stop what?” Angel asked.
“Poking me!” Brandon replied.
Cameron turned to look at Angel, and smirked. “Poking you?” Cameron poked his exposed right side a few times.
“STOP!” Brandon yelled.
“Who would do such a thing?” Cameron teased.
“No one, that’s who.” Angel replied, also poking the closest side to him.
Brandon jumped and wheezed, before sinking into the orbeez pool to try and escape them. But all this did was make Cameron and Angel follow him into the colorful abyss.
A few seconds later, Brandon’s head and shoulders popped out of the pool as a typical Brandon screech left his mouth. “STOPSTOPDOHOHON’T!” Brandon flopped backwards, with a large wobbly smile on his face. “HAHAHAhahaha!”
“We got ‘em!” Cameron declared, throwing his fists into the air. “We got the Orbeez monster!” He declared.
“Orbeez monster?!” Angel gasped.
“Yeah! It’s been swimming around us all this time.” Cameron told him.
“I have NOT!” Brandon argued.
Cameron picked up the front half of the raw red fish. “-And he’s been terrorizing us with his fishy friends.” Cameron finished his sentence.
“Ew, gross!” Angel reacted with disgust, still holding Brandon.
“I have NOT- Well…” Brandon muttered, taking back his blatant lie.
“Mhm!” Cameron nodded and crossed his arms. “And do you know how to deal with the orbeez monster?” Cameron asked Angel next.
“I believe I do, Cameron.” Angel replied with a smirk.
“Oh?! That's good, cause I don’t. Please tell me.” Cameron rested his chin against the palm of his hand.
“Well I don’t know about you…” Angel brought Brandon closer to Cameron. “But I like to pick him up…” Angel lifted Brandon higher to show the camera his grip on Brandon. “And I like to tickle him.” Angel started squeezing and digging his fingers into Brandon’s gripped sides.
Brandon spazzed and threw his body around. “ANGELNO!” Brandon threw his head back and wheezed, before wiggling like a madman to get out of Angel’s grip.
“Wow!” Cameron reacted, a little too enthusiastically. “Have you done this before?” Cameron asked more casually.
Angel grunted and yelped as Brandon wiggled out of his grip, knocking them both into the orbeez pool. “NO-!” Angel yelled before his screech was muffled by the orbeez.
Cameron dove into the Orbeez pool after Brandon, and emerged from the pool with Brandon in his arms. “I GOT HIM!” Cameron shouted.
Angel stood up from the Orbeez. “YES!” He shouted. “I forgot I could stand up in this…” Angel admitted with a laugh.
Cameron bursted out in a fit of laughter, before looking at Brandon from the side. “Any last words, Orbeez monster?” Cameron asked him.
“.......I…Um…” Brandon muttered.
Cameron raised his eyebrows. “Uh huh?”
“Uh…Uh-um…W-Well-” Brandon kept fumbling.
Angel leaned his head back and lost it with laughter for a few moments. “He just fumbles-!” Angel yelled.
“Uh-w-wha-umm-” Brandon kept purposely fumbling before breaking out in laughter of his own.
Cameron looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders…before ultimately digging his fingers right into Brandon’s exposed armpits. “Truer words have never been said.” Cameron declared.
“BAAAHAHAHA!” Brandon bursted out as he started squirming and kicking absolutely everywhere. “CAMERON-LETMEGOHOHAHA!” Brandon yelped and curled to his right the moment he felt deeper skitters against his right armpit. “GaAAH!”
Cameron grunted and dodged a flying arm. “Damn…Orbeez monsters are a lot more wiggly than I remember.” Cameron admitted.
Angel chuckled and poked Brandon’s belly button, making Brandon squeak. “A little rusty in your monster-hunter abilities?” Angel teased, looking up at Cameron.
“Wha- no, I’m not!” Cameron reacted, clearly lying.
“Oh really?” Angel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “When was the last time you captured an Orbeez monster?” Angel asked him.
“It was two months-wait…No, 4 months…” Cameron tried to think, pausing his tickle attack momentarily. “Uhhhh…Huh…” Cameron muttered.
Angel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just admit it…” He gripped Brandon’s sides, and squeezed them both repeatedly. Brandon shrieked and went silent as he tried to kick Angel off of him. “I betcha it’s been over a year.” Angel teased, letting go and grabbing Brandon’s left ankle mid-kick.
Brandon widened his eyes and stared at Angel and his foot. He tugged on it, quickly realizing how strong his grip was. “Uh oh.” The poor man muttered.
“Would that be right, Cam?” Angel asked.
“Wh-Whaaaa? N-Noooo, no way!” Cameron replied. Again, it was clear as day just how much Cam was lying to him.
“Angel…” Brandon warned.
“Shush.” He gave his foot a warning tickle, to stop him from interrupting him and Cam’s conversation.
“NoO!” Brandon tried to kick his leg free with his other leg.
“Keep doing that-” Angel caught Brandon’s other ankle, and looked Brandon straight in the eyes. “And you’ll regret it.” He warned.
Brandon blinked at him…before pulling on his ankle one more time, for good measure. But predictably, Brandon’s ankle didn’t even budge.
(He fucked.)
Angel smirked and looked at Cameron. Getting a confirmative nod from Cam, Angel took one more look at the Orbeez monster. “So the first thing you do…” Angel started as he danced his fingers against both his feet at the same time. “If you continue with a few more tickles.” Angel told him.
Brandon twisted his feet and threw his head back with a wheeze.
“Your goal is to get him all loosey goosey.” Angel told Cameron.
“Uh huuuh…” Cameron reacted rather dramatically.
“ANGEL, IHI swehehehehear!” Brandon laughed. His laugh was naturally a little quiet, but that didn’t change how effective Angel’s tickling technique was.
“Oh! You hear that?” Angel asked.
“Hear what?” Cameron asked for clarification.
“His words “I swear”. You heard it, right?” Angel clarified.
“Yeah! I did.” Cameron replied as-a-matter-of-factly.
“About that…Make sure to not let the monster swear.” Angel warned. “He’s a orbeez monster, not a potty mouth monster.” Angel warned.
“Okay, okay. What do we do if he swears?” Cameron asked, getting way too invested into the ‘lesson’.
“Well, you’ll just have to see.” Angel replied confidently.
“Thihihis ihisn’t FAHAHAIRR!” Brandon yelled at them.
“Don’t you think we’re being a little harsh towards the monster?” Cameron asked.
“No no no…He’s fiiiine! Orbeez monsters have endless amounts of energy. And don’t even get me started on an Orbeez monster’s flexible body.” Angel told him.
“Ooooh, well now I gotta know.” Cameron teased.
Angel chuckled. “Why? Are you planning on trying something?” Angel asked, lessening his tickles so Brandon could get a break.
“Nah…” Cameron pretended to open a book with his hands, before grabbing an invisible pencil from behind his ear. “Just wanted to take some notes.” Cameron admitted.
“HAhahaha- Oh geeheeheez…” Brandon muttered.
Angel smiled and put Brandon’s feet down. “Put the notebook down.” Angel told Cameron. “You’re gonna learn by doing.” Angel declared.
Cameron gasped rather childishly and threw his fists in the air. “YES!” Cameron picked up Brandon and started digging right into his underarms.
Brandon screeched and clamped his arms against his sides, hanging his head as laughter practically fell out of him. “DohoHOHON’T!” He shouted.
“Yeah, there you go! Make him absolutely elated.” Angel told him.
“No problemo.” Cameron picked up Brandon, and threw him into the Orbeez pool.
When Brandon sank into the pool, Cameron dove in after him and absolutely wrecked him with tickles within the pool. The moment Brandon’s slightly muffled laughter could be heard from inside the Orbeez pool, Angel threw his head back and bursted out with laughter. It was sidesplitting hearing Brandon laugh so loud.
“CAHAHAM! HAHAHAHA- GOD DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” Brandon could be heard shouting.
“Oh, getting lippy now, huh?” Cameron smirked and lifted up Brandon bridal style. “Don’t make me do it~” Cam warned.
“Do what?” Brandon asked.
“Don’t make me feed you raspberries~” Cameron clarified.
Angel gasped and covered his mouth with his sleeve-covered hands. “OH NO!”
“IIII’m gonna do it~” Cam declared with the most evil smirk he could muster.
“WaitwaiTWAITCAM-” Brandon shrieked the moment he watched Cam take in a gasp of air, before absolutely losing it with laughter.
“HOHOLY SHIT!” Angel shouted with shock.
Cam’s raspberry, as well as Brandon’s laughter, was practically echoing throughout the room. It was almost a blessing no one else was in that house…because Brandon’s screeches and shouts could’ve thrown someone into a panic.
Cameron’s laughter soon overpowered Brandon’s as he put him down. “IHI’M NOT KILLING YOU!” Cameron threw his arms up in arrest. “IHIHI SWEAR!” He shouted.
Brandon’s laughter slowly began to die down. “Hahaha…hehehe…f*ck…haaah…” Brandon muttered.
Cameron laughed a little bit. “Are you okay?” He asked.
Brandon wiggled his body a little bit, so he could fall into the Orbeez pool they were still in.
“Uhhhh…Did…” Angel pointed to the camera. “Did you realize the camera was still on?” He asked.
Brandon widened his eyes as the horrifying reality hit: He had forgotten about the still-recording camera…meaning the boys’ entire tickle-wrestling had been fully recorded.
Brandon had groaned and began pouting like a child while he hid himself deeper within the Orbeez pool. It would appear that Brandon’s laziness had gotten the best of him.
Cameron and Angel had both bursted out laughing. It actually looked like Brandon was trying to cover up his own face out of pure embarrassment. And boy oh boy, was it not working. If anything, it made him look even more childish than he already was. And a small reminder: This man has a wife! And 2 kids!
Though this man does own a YouTube channel, where his whole schtick is buying useless stuff off Amazon and reviewing them alongside his best friends…So…Take that as you will.
Roughhousing (1247 words) by Sablewick
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard
Characters: Cameron Mitchell (Stargate), John Sheppard
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Roughhousing, Miscommunication
Summary:
Cam drags John to the homestead for Thanksgiving during their academy days.
John Cam Thing-a-thon (ages ago)
Prompt: Play fighting
For ninja_hamsters
The Mitchell household seemed to hold more people than any other building John had ever been in. Immediate family, extended family, distant relatives and, like him, random friends who'd been roped into the road trip back to the homestead for the weekend.
In the ten minutes it took him to transfer his duffle from the car to the living room, he'd met 15 different people, two of which were babies. And more of them were appearing out of doorways and wandering off to the back yard. John suspected he could start opening cupboards and he'd find people stashed in there. Cam's estimate of ‘a few people' was clearly way off the mark. It was like a village was descending on the Mitchell House.
"So, who's sleeping in the barn?" John had muttered jokingly to Cam when they'd rocked up and immediately been roped into bonfire preparations with ten other guys.
He'd been somewhat bemused when Cam had replied: "I think it's Vick's turn this time around, or it might be Tommy's. Don't worry about it though, you'll be in my room."
Then they'd gone off to pitch tents on the front lawn.
Dinner was a massive affair with the ladies in the kitchen for hours and the men outside carefully cultivating the bonfire, setting up old plough discs and portable grates for steaks and sausages and, most importantly, a rotisserie with a couple of turkeys impaled on it. Everyone ate outside perched on garden furniture and camp chairs with paper plates and wooden cutlery that all went into the bonfire when people had finished eating.
By the time the smores were out and doing the rounds, they were half way through the evening and John had met so many new people that he was beginning to forget people's names; something that had never happened to him even at his father's function dinners (and at those he usually actively avoided people and made to run off half way through the night) He could feel the familiar panic setting in, that horrible social awkwardness that usually accompanied him in crowded environments and he scanned the faces lit up by the orange glow of the fire trying to find a reassuring smile from Cam.
He had no such luck though as Cam was engrossed in conversation with an elderly man that John had mistaken for Great Aunt Betty earlier in the night. (Honest to God, it was an easy mistake to make) And with both his bonfire neighbours occupied with other people, John, feeling somewhat overwhelmed and a little isolated, ducked away from the fire and wandered back towards the house, intending to find his car and sit in it.
Cam had apparently been waiting for this to happen, though, as when John was navigating his way across the back lawn trying not to trip over the hose or the children's toys that littered the grass, Cam came hurtling out of the darkness and tackled him to the ground.
John's first reaction was to fight back violently, but he froze when he heard Cam's familiar laughter.
"What the hell, Cam?" John punched him in the arm.
"Owe, you bastard." Cam leapt on top of him again, rolling him over in the grass. John made an aborted attempt to throw him off, trying to figure out what was going on. Cam clearly wasn't trying to hurt him, but he wasn't going to let him up, either. And he kept digging his fingers into John's ribs seeming especially pleased when John jerked away.
"C'mon, Shepard. Show me what you've got." Cam grinned down at him, tickling him again, and John's natural urge to compete took over and he started to fight back, still somewhat confused as to what this was supposed to mean.
They tussled for a couple of minutes, throwing harmless taunts back and forth. Pinning each other, breaking holds and tickling each other whenever they had a hand free.
It ended in a fit of pained laughter when John accidentally clipped Cam in the jaw with his elbow. Cam rolled onto his back, exhausted and panting, working his jaw up and down to test out the pain.
John propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at him in the dim light.
"Sorry," he grinned, clearly not meaning it. It was his own fault anyway, for jumping him in the dark.
Cam swung an arm out, trying to get him in a headlock, but John ducked away easily.
He refrained from retaliating though, looking down at Cam with a crooked smile instead.
"I win?"
Cam snorted. "I think I'm justified in calling foul play." He jerked away as John prodded him in the ribs.
A voice drifted out of the darkness, startling them. Then Cam's younger brother wandered into view along with a couple of cousins. "Who's playing foul?"
"Cam." John said immediately, then scooted out of the way as Cam was suddenly buried underneath a mountain of guys all crying stacks on. John laughed at Cam's muffled complaints, but it only took them a few moments to decide that John was worth punishing as well, rolling off a groaning Cam and leaping up to tear after John.
It turned into an impromptu game of what appeared to be football without the ball, but was actually a game of who could tackle who the most times. Of which neither Cam or John was the winner.
Later that night, lying on a mattress on Cam's floor, John contemplated the friendly bruising the roughhousing had caused. It seemed to be something that they were all familiar with, rolling around in the grass and messing with each other. Something that John could never imagine getting up to with his cousin's.
He'd found it unusual that they were all so happy afterwards, laughing and ribbing each other for failed attacks and boasting about spectacular tackles. He was especially confused when Cam had pulled him into a hug afterwards, grinning wildly and ruffling his hair. He'd thought that Cam was annoyed with him for trying to skip out on the party, hence the attack. But apparently this was some form of communication that his somewhat more posh upbringing hadn't deigned to educate him in.
It was something that John now realised that Cam had tentatively tried to start before, but John had never picked up on. Something which had confused John up until tonight. All the times Cam had randomly decided to shove John off the lounge, or tip him off the bed, pinched his blankets or snatched food directly off his plate, what John had thought was Cam being a bit of a bully, was, in actual fact, Cam trying to play. It was Cam's way of testing him and learning about him, and strangely enough, showing that he cared.
Which was why, years later, (after Cam had started chasing Ori and John was off trekking through another galaxy trying to avoid having his life sucked away by ugly looking space Vampires) John didn't take it too badly when his newly acquired, very angry Satedan friend insisted on hitting him with things, a lot.
He'd groaned about it to Cam, who'd just laughed at him and complained about the fact that he would never in his life be able to beat Teal'c. Then he'd teased John about getting old.
And just for that, next time John was on Earth, he was going to tackle Cam, and show him just how young he still was.
