#BROTP: Jonah
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You know I gotta say, it’s refreshing that Jonah and Maya were only ever just friends. No sexual tension or making out or whatever. Only friends.
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Fanfic: Juvia and Friends Ch 21, Fairy Tail | FanFiction
¡Hola a todos!
Aquí les dejo el link del nuevo capítulo que ayer publiquè de Juvia and Friends,con protagonista Reedus.
¡Espero les guste!
El próximo capítulo tendrá como protagonista a Vijeteer.
¡Muchas gracias a quien lee y comenta y hasta pronto!
GruviaSilver ❤️.
#fairy tail#juvia lockser#gray fullbuster#gruvia#gajeel redfox#my fic#fanfic#fairy tail fanfiction#gajuvia brotp#phantomlord#juvia and friends#juvia and reedus brotp#reedus jonah#monsieursolfairytail#elementfour#jose porla
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Soup! Rn I would looooove to see Luke and sick Vince with Luke being the comforting force this time? Just wanna see those two beans talk and recheck how much they care about each other @writing-whump
Some sickific with heavy brotp, the chef's special.
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Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to the cool surface of the chilled water bottle she was holding. She had the start of a headache, from stress, from the lack of rest, from heartbreak...
Vince had just plateau, after almost two whole days shaking with a high fever and throwing up everything he had ever eaten, he was finally sleeping and seemingly able to keep water down. Just when she had considered dragging his ass to the hospital.
Jonah had left early morning and now it was well into the evening, almost night, and Wendy knew she should be getting something to eat for them both... She was just so tired.
Her cellphone startled her and Wendy nearly dropped the water bottle, squealing as she caught it just before the hard plastic could hit her toe and then grabbing her phone before it could wake up Vince sleeping a room away.
Bella's pictured appeared on the screen, her sleeping with her head tilted back and a cowboy hat sitting upon wild curls and blocking most of her face.
Wendy rolled her eyes at the picture the ginger had assigned herself and picked up the call, "hello?"
"Hi Wen," Bella's voice was a touch too soft, but that was expected. Wendy had talked with Luke the day before and learned the ginger had also caught the flu, "how are you?"
"I think I should be asking you that," Wendy chuckled nervously, leaning against the sink of her kitchen and rubbing a hand over her face, "Luke mentioned you got sick as well."
"It'd take a lot more than the flu to knock me out," Bella scoffed, "I'm fine, I'm bored out of my mind and wondering if you wanna come over?"
Now!?
Wendy frowned, "I- what? Come again?" the question was so out of the blue and weird, given the circumstances, that Wendy wasn't sure what to make of it. Girls night while Bella had the rest of a stomach flu and Vince was down for the count in Wendy's bedroom?!
"Yeah, I'm- Luke, I'm telling her, would you wait-"
"Give me the phone-" Luke's voice travelled through the line and Wendy muffled a giggle as she heard them wrestling for the phone. Then it was Luke talking with her, instead of the ginger.
"Can I go over?" straight to the point. Wendy raised her eyebrows and nodded, before she remembered he couldn't see her.
"Yeah, Luke, of course-"
"Let's switch? You can handle my darling wife - stop pinching me, Isabella! - who's bored out of her mind and I can watch Vince?" Lucas' voice was breathless and Wendy's heart squeezed. She felt a weird sense of camaraderie with him, which was entirely misplaced, given Luke knew Vince would be leaving for weeks before Wendy did.
Water under the bridge, she knew it, since Vince was leaving and she was still dating him... But the resentment was still there. Resentment that she couldn't find in her when Lucas' was clearly out of his mind with worry over Vince.
It would be good, to have Luke come over and clear the air with Vince. Make things normal again, so Vince could stop looking like a kicked puppy all hours of the day... Besides, she could use the rest and Bella was already ahead of recovery than Vin was-
"Wendy?"
"Yeah, of course. Can I spend the night?"
"You're gonna end up catching this bug, Wen," Lucas said, sounding relieved, "yeah, we can trade places in the morning, how does that sound?"
"Honestly sounds heavenly..."
"See you in a bit then- Oh my god, Bella, give me the fucking remote and stop messing with my watchlist-"
Wendy chuckled as he hung up and she made her way back to the bedroom to pack an overnight bag. Vince was curled on his side, the empty bucket sitting on the ground next to his head, his black curls sticking out everywhere.
She put everything away inside a backpack, the dropped it by the door and climbed on the bed, combing her fingers through her boyfriend's hair.
He was still overly warm to the touch, a fever that just wouldn't break, and even in his sleep his brows were nearly meeting in a frown. Probably cramps, she thought sympathetically, feeling Vince's tummy growl since she was sitting on his side.
"Vin," she whispered, debating waking him up or not, "Honey...?"
She always forgot he was a light sleeper, because just with that small whisper Vince stirred on the bed and his eyes fluttered open. Drowsy and lost, he struggled to focus on her.
"Hey," Wendy rubbed his arm, "how are you feeling?"
"Gross," Vince groaned, curling up further, "what time is it?"
"Around seven," she stroked his cheek, "Luke and I are exchanging places, okay?"
Vince's dark eyes widened and he suddenly was a lot more alert, "Luke's coming here?"
"He's worried," Wendy shrugged, deciding not to tell Vince just how exhausted she was as well. This could be all pinned on Luke for all she cared, "and he misses you, honey."
"Well, he's the one not talking with me," Vince scoffed, before grimacing as his belly let out a growl. She pressed closer to it, kicking herself mentally for enjoying the sensation and sound when it clearly was making him feel like hell.
"So you'll be an adult and talk with him," she squeezed his bicep, "do you remember anything from the last days?"
"Nearly crushing you to death twice," Vince groaned, closing his eyes, "and barfing everything I ever ate."
She rolled her eyes, "worst is past now," Wendy promised, even if she wasn't so sure. His fever refused to break and he seemed to not be as nauseous, but the way his tummy was churning wasn't promising, "I want you to try some water again."
"It's just gonna come back up," Vince's face scrunched up and Wendy sighed, ignoring the complaint as she reached for the water bottle.
"Just a sip, Vin."
He was pouting as he obeyed, taking a small, tiny gulp, then a larger one when his stomach didn't immediately reject the previous one. He fell back against the pillow, wrapping a hand around her wrist and bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a hassle, and right when I'm leaving as well--"
Wendy rolled her eyes, scratching at his scruff, "I don't mind taking care of you, I just wish we didn't spend our last days together with you feeling so wretched."
"I know," Vince pouted, "but I'll see you in five days and-"
There was a knock on the door and Wendy sighed, "hold that thought. I'm going to go, you'll be alright, okay? Text me if you want me to come back, I'll kick Luke out in a heartbeat."
Vince chuckled at that, "I can handle Lucas, he's an idiot, but I sadly love the guy."
She hated how sweet Vince was, it woke up a viciously protective part of her that Wendy didn't know what to do with. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his brow, "I love you. Don't let Luke be a prick to you."
"I love you as well, have some fun with Bell. Catch some sleep, you look like you need it, honey."
"Uhm, I do," Wendy yawned, kissing his cheek and getting up.
Lucas was waiting in the hallway outside her apartment, with a backpack thrown over his shoulder and grocery bags in his hands. Unlike Wendy, who felt dead on her feet, he looked like he had chugged an energy drink.
"Hi," Lucas said, bouncing on his feet, "thanks for letting me come over-"
"If you make him cry I'm gonna have your liver," Wendy warned him and Lucas couldn't help but open a wide smile at that.
"I know," he nodded, "I swear I'm not here to fight... How is he?"
"Sleepy," Wendy yawned, rubbing her eyes, "watch out for the fever, it still hasn't broken and I'm a little worried about it."
"Yes, ma'am," Luke hit two fingers to his forehead in a salute, "get some rest, Wen."
"Yeah," she yawned again, "thanks for proposing this, I could catch a break... Have fun."
"Sooo much fun," Luke teased her and they crossed the hallway, Wendy leaving and him entering.
The house was fully silent, so Lucas dumped his backpack on the couch and then headed to the kitchen, putting away the multiple bottles of gatorade, the canned soup and all the medicine he had brought, just out of precaution.
There was a noise and he turned around just in time to see Vince slumping against the kitchen's threshold, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder's like a king's fluffy cape.
"Hi," he said roughly, his voice all raspy, "nice of you to show up in time for my funeral."
Luke rolled his eyes, feeling something horrible settle in his stomach. Guilt, "dying of the flu is just sad."
"Uhm," Vince leaned against the wooden frame that separated Wendy's cramped kitchen from her dining room, pressing his forehead to the surface, "are we gonna talk about it or...?"
"Sure," Luke wrung his hands, quickly regretting even coming over. He wasn't sure how to put into words that he wasn't angry, he was just... Just sad, "I'm sorry. I've been a dick, ignoring you since graduation- Uhm, that wasn't cool."
Vince raised his eyebrows, letting out a bitter huff, his forehead still pressed to the wooden frame, "not cool indeed," he groaned, "why are- Why were you acting like that?"
"Because I don't want you to leave!" Luke blurted out, unable to keep the words in, "because I think you're- You're making a stupid decision and I don't want you to leave and- and I'm afraid you're gonna go and we won't be friends anymore and-"
"Jesus, Lucas," Vince interrupted with a groan, pinching his nose bridge and glaring at his best friend, "I could move to fucking Italy and we wouldn't stop being friends, you're the one who's being stupid. It's four hours, I don't know why you people keep acting as if I'm moving to a different country."
"It fucking sucks to be left behind, sorry," Luke exclaimed, bitterness he wasn't even aware he possessed coating his words, "everyone's got their shit together and big plans and I don't know what I'm doing and- And I thought you'd be here with me, but you won't be and I'm not sure of what to do with myself."
"Luke..." Vince sighed, rubbing his face, "man, you're making a much bigger deal out of this than it is. I'm not going to war, I'm going to teach 4 hours away from here. I'm coming back on the weekends. It's not the end of the world..."
A heavy silence settled over them and Vince turned around, so he could rest the back of his head against the kitchen threshold, instead of his forehead. He was really pale and gulping down...
"Do you want me to go?" Luke asked quietly.
Vince frowned, looking at him, "no, of course not."
More silence.
"I'm really sorry I haven't been there for you," Luke said, his voice even smaller and Vince's knees gave up on holding him up, so he crumpled down and fell on his ass, trying to make it look like he was purposefully lowering himself down.
If Luke noticed the farse, he didn't say much, only watched him intently, looking extremely out of place in Wendy's pink kitchen.
"I forgive you," Vince shrugged, leaning forward and resting his forehead to his knees, breathing through his mouth, "...Do you forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive," without looking up Vince could hear the relief in his best friend's voice.
"Uhm- I don't feel good, Luke..." he finally voiced it. Part of him meant the past couple of weeks, though mostly he meant the current state of his body and its lack of cooperation.
The water Wendy had forced him to drink was churning in his belly and his head felt heavy.
"Wendy mentioned your fever didn't break," Lucas' voice suddenly was much closer, the other man crouching next to him and planting his cool hand to Vince's forehead. He instinctively leaned on the touch, letting out a breath.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Vince groaned, gulping down nervously when his mouth filled with salty saliva, "...I'm so tired of feeling shitty."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Luke whispered, grabbing his arm, "c'mon, back to bed."
Vince swayed as Luke pulled him up, fully leaning against his best friend and turning his face, burying his nose on Lucas' hoodie. He felt like crap... And better than he had been feeling in a long time.
"You're gonna get sick too," he warned and heard a small scoff, Luke's hand in the middle of his back rubbing in circles as they stumbled through the apartment.
"Definitely," Lucas agreed, but instead of pulling them apart, he pulled Vince closer.
#sickfic#stomach flu#vince monacelli#lucas atwood#mywriting#emotional whump#fever#nausea#i hope this is up to ur expectations Sol!! thank u so much for the request#brotp#brotp for the win
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You asked for characters to be sent. So i give you Nikola orsinov. Now tell the people about Nikola orsinov.
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1. sexuality headcanon: how could she have any sexuality? she's plastic! /ref
2. otp: spiraldance. nikola x helen. just really cute
3. brotp: has anyone ever written about her and annabelle cane as friends bc i could see it
4. notp: none, really. i keep an open mind
5. first headcanon that pops into my head: i have this headcanon about basically every fear but i think the stranger (and, by extension, nikola) feels like it holds at least some claim over jonah magnus. mostly because of the watcher's crown formation (how the eye feeds all other fears) but also because @jonahmagnus said so and i believe my mutuals on all topics
6. favourite line from this character: "i did use all the bits."
7. one way in which i relate to this character: sometimes i too am weird and offputting
8. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: nothing really
9. cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: definitely more cinnamon roll. i don't think there's any dedicated nikola haters out there, even though she's technically an antagonist
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Jonathon sims
Sexuality Headcanon: bi ace. rarely experiences romantic attraction, but wherever he does, it's quite intense (greyromantic, maybe?)
Gender Headcanon: he's always nonbinary for me, but specifics depend on my mood. I often go with agender transmasc/transneu (as a form of projection, I guess), and he/they/she pronouns (in order by preference. I usually use just 'he' to make it easier for other people to understand)
A ship I have with said character: jonelias :) occasionally jongerry, but mostly je
A BROTP I have with said character: jongerry again, jondaisy. whatever is the opposite of brotp for Jon and Helen (they have similar identity struggles, and that makes them interesting for me, but also Jon doesn't like her that much, so)
A NOTP I have with said character: uhhh I wouldn't say I hate anything, but. maybe jmart. there's a very specific interpretation of them that I enjoy, but it's nonexistent in fanon, and everything else is annoying to me, so (no hate to anyone who likes them, though)
A random headcanon: with the s5 transformation, they gained some animalistic traits. which traits exactly depends on what animal you think suits the Archivist the best. I like to go with owls (chirping sounds, can turn her head further than a person should, maybe even wings), or a cat (glowing eyes, purring, predator instincts), or insects – moths are my favorite (wings and Sounds)
General Opinion over said character: I love him a lot! he's my favorite aside from Jonah :)
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Character ask: Theodore "Laurie" Laurence (Little Women)
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Favorite thing about them: His fundamental goodness and likability. He's warm, caring, and devoted, first as a friend and ultimately as a husband and father too, and he's lively, fun-loving, artistic, and enjoyable to be with. It's no wonder that he's been the first literary crush of countless young girls over the years. Personally, I also find his flaws and mistakes relatable and his coming-of-age arc engaging. I'm sure other readers, both male and female, would feel the same way if they would stop reducing him to "the dreamy boy next door."
Least favorite thing about them: His immaturity throughout so much of the story: the way he pranks Meg with fake love letters, his unwillingness to go to college and the trouble he constantly gets into while there, his moments of casual boyish sexism regarding girls who aren't the Marches, and of course, his passionate yet childish marriage proposal to Jo and his "you'll be sorry" attitude and months of sulking after she refuses. Fortunately, he matures by the end.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I'm fun-loving.
*I can be overemotional and lazy.
*I love music.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I'm not good at composing music – I've tried, but I don't just lack genius, I lack talent.
*I don't play pranks.
*I'm female.
Favorite line:
From his conversation with Jo after he comes home from Europe, when she talks about being lonely:
“You never shall be again. Amy and I can’t get on without you, so you must come and teach ‘the children’ to keep house, and go halves in everything, just as we used to do, and let us pet you, and all be blissfully happy and friendly together.”
brOTP: The whole March family, but especially Jo.
OTP: Amy.
nOTP: Jo; I love them as friends, but they wouldn't have worked as a couple.
Random headcanon: Mr. Laurence's late granddaughter was Laurie's sister, not a cousin. She was his older sister, who died only a few years after they came to live with their grandfather, and Laurie was too little at the time to remember her very well anymore. But having lost her is partly why he latches on to the March girls as surrogate sisters, just like the loss of his parents makes him latch on to Marmee as a surrogate mother.
Unpopular opinion: He's just as dimensional and well-developed a character as the March sisters and he goes through just as much personal growth as they do. To reduce him to his role as a love interest and to treat him as just a prize for the most "deserving" March sister to win does an enormous disservice both to the sisters and to him.
Song I associate with them: His introductory song from the 2005 musical, "Take a Chance on Me" (not to be confused with the ABBA song of the same name).
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Favorite pictures of them:
These illustrations by Frank T. Merrill.
These illustrations by Jessie Wilcox Smith.
Douglass Montgomery in the 1933 film.
Christian Bale in the 1994 film.
Jonah Hauer-King in the 2017 miniseries:
Timothée Chalamet in the 2019 film:
@littlewomenchannel
#character ask#little women#laurie laurence#ask game#fictional characters#louisa may alcott#fictional character ask
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Sarah Heathcliff?
Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian hands-down
Gender Headcanon: she has a certain transmasc sapphic quality to her
A BROTP I have with said character: her and jonah would be such good friends. evelin too
A random headcanon: this is based off a design official-rpd made of her a while back but i think she uses elbow crutches. chronic pain girlies sweep
General Opinion over said character: she's such a good character and i think theres a lot more to her than just "girl that hates the mcpd". she deserves so much i hope we see her more
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wade & zoe for character game??
i quite literally got three asks to do this for wade and two for zoe so this is gonna count for them BOTH. I hate doing these on mobile but it seems i have no choice.
1: sexuality headcanon
they’re both bi as fuck. in another world lemon and zoe are together - and george and wade are dads together too. i said what i said. i think wade was a lil insecure about it in hs but just came to a point where he aesthetically sees men as attractive (see “Lavon IS fine” and “golden boy George”) but is more sexually/emotionally attracted to women. there is no way that zoe hart did not kiss girls in college - maybe even high school because new york!! but repressive parents.
2: otp
zoe and wade. obviously. as if there was any other pairing. as i’ve yelled about before, SHE HAS A PHD AND HE BARELY FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL!! THEIR CRAZY MATCHES!! SOMETHING ABOUT THEM FITS SO PERFECTLY!! no matter what wade was never going to love anyone the way he loves zoe and zoe simply could not, no matter how hard she could try, get him out from under her skin. i love their sort of romantic defeatism in s4 where they’re like yeah i’m gonna be in love with them forever :/
3: brotp
zoe and lavon (ZAVON PLATONIC SMOL TOL EXCELLENCE BESTIES HE’S DEF THE GODFATHER TO HER SON AND SORTA ADOPTED HER HUSBAND) and then wade and lemon, obviously. wade and george is also special to meeee and ab and zoe <3
4: notp
zoe and my golden boy george were too similar to EVER work they were always meant to be besties but in all honest, JONAH FUCKING BREELAND. MY ENEMY. THAT LITTLE BITCH.
#ask#answer#zade#i speak#lolo meta#if i look at this in my drafts anymore i'll combust#sorry i didn't do the rest but YA KNOW
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Jonah Simms 💙
1: sexuality headcanon: Bi Bi Bi
2: otp: Jonah/Amy
3: brotp: Jonah/Garrett
4: notp: I don't think I have one? Jonah had pretty decent love interests and I'm too cool and hot to be a Kelly hater
5: first headcanon that pops into my head: I'm sorry to say cause it's so embarrassing for Jonah, but he and Marcus def made out one night while they were drunk and living together in s6
6: favorite line from this character: Hey, I played basketball when I was a kid until my parents let me stop.
7: one way in which I relate to this character: we're Jews who spend way too much time trying to be "well-informed"
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: we don't have enough time for this one. He's just a walking ad for second hand embarrassment. But obviously Emma's quinceanera takes the cake
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Cinnamon roll. I am a Jonah Simms apologist
Send me a character and I'll answer these!!
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besides the obvious andi mack ships (tyrus, ambi, bex/bowie), the ships i love the most are jonah having a brotp with everyone. cyrus? brotp. andi? brotp. buffy? brotp. marty? brotp. tj? haters turned brotp. amber? brotp. that other guy andi dated? brotp (or qpr?)
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zoe,maya, manny for the ask game <3
Sexuality Headcanon: she's canonically a lesbian
Gender Headcanon: I don’t hate the idea of trans!zoe, but she’s cis in my eyes.
A ship I have with said character: Rasha, Maya, & Esme
A BROTP I have with said character: Miles, Grace, Winston, Goldi, Zig, and lowkey Tiny because I think there was potential
A NOTP I have with said character: Zoe/men obviously. Zoe/Drew is the worst tho since she was 15 and he was 18 (I love Drew but…this was not a good storyline for him). But also Gracevas doesn’t do it for me personally. I love my Gracevas moots tho. Also Zoe & Tristan as friends until NC S3-4.
A random headcanon: Zoe, Miles, Tristan, Goldi, Rasha, and Grace all gather together for the holidays.
General Opinion over said character: I love her a lot and I’m really happy seeing her grow as a person over the past six seasons.
Sexuality Headcanon: bi. As much as I dislike Emmanny most of the time, there are definitely bi vibes there.
Gender Headcanon: cis (I’m boring ik lol)
A ship I have with said character: Jay, Ellie, Liberty, s5 Cranny
A BROTP I have with said character: Liberty, Darcy even though she treated Manny like trash and Manny was a saint for staying best friends with her, JT, Toby
A NOTP I have with said character: Cranny, JTanny, Mick/Manny, Panny (yes I’ve seen people Peter and Manny), and etc.
A random headcanon: She had her bi awakening in Hollywood post s8 and pre s9. Also she married Jay in DTM and now they have a daughter named Aurora.
General Opinion over said character: My bitch always. Manny Santos has done nothing wrong ever.
Sexuality Headcanon: 🎶bi bi bi🎶
Gender Headcanon: cis but I don’t hate the hc of Maya being trans.
A ship I have with said character: Zig, Miles (sorry Ashton!), Cam, Tori, Zoe (I ship Maya with basically everyone)
A BROTP I have with said character: Tori, Tristan in s11-12 & NC s4, Grace, Jonah, Tiny (I wish they interacted more), Zig (I love them as a couple but they’re good as friends too), Miles, Zoe
A NOTP I have with said character: Maya & Tristan as a brotp at times
A random headcanon: A lot (and some are Zaya related lol), but Maya has her bi awakening during college.
General Opinion over said character: I love her and I don’t trust her haters.
#answered#sara 💖#zoe rivas#maya matlin#manny santos#anti gracevas#anti cranny#tagging the more known ones
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😎 Who is your BroTP?
okay this one is hard. contenders are:
1. Chim+Hen; primarily bcuz of their sneaky sneak during the jonah line where they badly sleuth around -i cannot get over chim's desperate wiping of his prints before he scurries out of the office, it's too good. but also the blind faith he has in hen, 'you believe me?' 'of course', like that's just epic ride or die levels. and it's been that way since hen joined the station.
2. Bobby+Michael; i am a sucker for chaotic dad energy, from the smashing of the fireplace to the stalking of the basement surgeon to bobby blurting out michael's planned proposal, i just dig these dorks and how epic their friendship is.
okay not as hard as i thought; honourable mention to Buck+Hen; from the video game hr comment, the red velvet cake, the 'u need to pick a side cause ur making me nauseous', they're total big sis lil bro energy.
i think Chim+Hen take the crown tho.
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I just reread your fic were Jonah had a vertigo episode and Vince told him he was dating Wendy.
I just love Jonah and his friendships with both Vince and Wendy so much.
So I'd like to request Jonah taking care of either Vince or Wendy.
!!! This ask made all my braincells dance, I never got a request for Jonah x Vince's brotp, so I just had to rush and write it. Someone else asked for concussed Vin so... The best of both worlds. This is a part 1
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Jonah drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, trying to quell the anxiety and annoyance inside of him. He still wasn't quite convinced this wasn't a prank.
Concern stirred in his chest and Jonah pressed the gas pedal a little harder. He'd be furious, but he'd rather this was a prank, actually.
It wasn't rare for Vince to text him. Their conversation was mostly unilateral, with Vin bombarding his instagram DMs with memes, messages that Jonah rarely reacted to aside from one snippy line here and there, but that he treasured a lot. When Vince went radio silent in their non reciprocal chat, Jonah worried.
It was, however, very unusual for Vince to call him. When they went on double or triple dates, it was Wendy doing the calling, never Vin.
So Jonah had been dumbfounded when his phone had rang in the middle of the day, Vince's name displayed across the screen.
He glanced at the map on his GPS, then scanned the deserted road, as if he'd see Vince- As soon as he turned the next exit, Jonah's stomach dropped to his feet.
Sadly it hadn't been a prank.
There was a tree fallen on one side of the deserted, middle of nowhere road, tire marks on the wet tarmac and then Vince, sitting on the curb, with his motorcycle fallen a couple feet away from him.
Jonah parked the car hastily, jumping out and power walking to his friend, "What the hell happened?"
Vince looked up from the ground, squinting at him, "uhm- Car, lost control-" he was slurring, gesturing to the site of the accident, "hit me straight on."
"Where is the bloody car right now?" Jonah seethed, crouching down to get a good look at Vince's face. He wasn't wearing the helmet anymore, it was on the ground near his boots. His face was milky white, a hard frown in the middle of his brows making Vince look quite intimidating.
"Drove off..." Vin rubbed his neck, then met his eyes and Jonah's anger all but doubled. Some jerk had hit his friend and simply driven off? "I'm sorry... I-"
"Shut up," Jonah rolled his eyes, leaning in to plant his fingers on Vince's vitals, "how hurt are you?"
"Not sure," Vin mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as Jonah explored his neck in search of bruises, personal space be damned, "my side hurts."
"Lean back, lift up your shirt," Jonah bossed and expected a cheeky Vince-esque remark in return. An at-least-buy-me-dinner-first line or even I'm-telling-Leo. Instead he got sullen silence and obedience, which only made him all the more worried.
Vince gingerly unzipped his jacket, then attempted to pull up his shirt, but he didn't get very far. His grip on the fabric was weak and his arm didn't seem to be cooperating. Jonah mentally made a note to check his shoulders, then slapped Vince's hand away and pushed the shirt up.
There was a nasty cut, covering all of Vince's left side, starting a couple inches under his armpit and going all the way near his belly button, surrounded by scrapes and scratches. It wasn't deep, otherwise he'd probably be bleeding out, but it was ugly nonetheless. The blood had already clotted over.
"Shit, Vince," Jonah frowned, leaning in to inspect the wound, "I think this need stitches..."
"Uhm, are you sure?" Vince blinked heavily, "can't you just- I don't know, band-aid it?"
Jonah stared at him, unimpressed, "You're a piece of work," he scoffed, then pushed the shirt back down, "what else hurts?"
"My foot," Vince gestured his left foot, "I think I broke it."
"And you didn't start by saying that?!" Jonah raised his eyebrows, sitting back on his heels to undo Vince's boot and carefully remove it. His foot was swollen alright and purple around the ankle, but once Jonah poked him on the sole, the toes all curled in reflex, "I don't think it's broken, but you definitely need an x-ray to check for hairline fractures or any torn ligaments- In fact, I think you need a whole body check up, Vin."
"I'm fine," Vince groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. He had scratches all over his chin, dried blood where his eyebrow had split open, "I just wanna go home. Can you drive me home?"
Absolutely not, Jonah thought, but instead he nodded, "sure, I'll drive you home," he lied with an eyeroll, barely keeping the sarcasm from his voice, "you didn't happen to get the asshole's car plate, did you?"
"Nope," Vince seemed completely drained, "can you not tell Wendy? At least until later."
Wendy was in NYC, visiting her family, so Jonah shrugged. He wouldn't be talking with her until tomorrow, "okay... Put your arm around my neck, c'mon."
Between the wounded foot, the nasty gash on his side, the probably dislocated shoulder and the fact that Vince was fucking 6'4, it was a hassle to get him up and limping to the car.
Jonah was sweating and panting by the time he got Vince sitting down again. This would've been easier if Luke was here... Jon pushed the thought aside almost with a scowl. He hadn't called Lucas and he figured there was a reason why Vince had called him instead of his siamese twin.
"Jon," Vince leaned his head heavily against the inside of the car, near the door, "can we go?"
"Hold on a second, let me just get some pictures of your bike," Jonah squeezed his shoulder, "hang in there, don't fall off the car."
Vince's bike was in a surprisingly decent shape. The were some parts from the front scattered around the ground and the front tire had been slashed open- Jonah shuddered as he pictured just how the bike had gotten that way, Vince being catapulted out of it. He snapped a couple pictures, jolting down the license plate and then rushed back to the car.
"Be honest with me, were you speeding?" Jonah asked, as he put the seatbelt around Vince, wincing in sympathy as he felt his friend recoil when the wrap hit his wounded side.
"No," Vin leaned his head back, breathing through his mouth, "no... Raining..." he mumbled, as if that explained everything.
"Okay..." Jonah started the car, glancing nervously at the man lying right next to him, "hey, don't pass out," he poked Vince's thigh five minutes later, as he noticed him sliding down the seat, "I need you to stay awake, you could be concussed."
"Not concussed," Vince groaned, sitting up straight once again, "just in pain."
"Where?" It was a dumb question and Vince could say everywhere and it'd probably count as an accurate answer, but Jonah wanted him to keep talking. For once he missed the incessant chatting.
"Side," he answered quietly, "fuck, my bike..."
"I'm gonna call someone to tow it, it's okay," Jonah rolled his eyes, starting the windshield wiper as the rain started back up. He noticed Vince's teeth chattering, "are you cold?"
"Uhm..." Vin nodded, then leaned forward, resting his forehead on the dashboard, one hand resting on his stomach, "don't feel well, Jon..."
"Not concussed, uh?" Jon scoffed, already pulling the car to the side of the road. He reached over Vince when the man didn't move and unlocked the door, undoing his seatbelt, "c'mon, Vin, don't be an ass, puke out of the car."
Vince obeyed silently, making Jonah feel just a touch more concerned. He hated that his bantering wasn't getting an answer, it was widely out of character.
Vin hung his torso out of the car, bracing heavily against the door and let out a weak heave, followed by a pained gasp, "hurtssss..."
Frowning, Jonah planted a hand on his shoulder to keep Vince from falling off the car and then moved the other one down his spine. His leather jacket had been slashed clean through, something he hadn't noticed before. Vince heaved again, a delicate gagging that was so unlike him, followed by a whimper. Jonah drummed his fingers gently over his wounded side and then pulled his hand back as he met a weird poking under the skin.
"Goddamit, Vince, I think you have a broken rib," that would explain why he was struggling to even vomit without crying from pain.
There was a noise from his friend, followed by yet another retch and then Vince was choking on the liquid, vomit rushing out of his mouth and splashing on the road.
Jonah's stomach churned with sympathy and he squeezed his hand on Vince's shoulder, turning his face away and trying to tune the awful noise out.
Vince heaved again, whole body convulsing with the pain, and Jonah ducked his head, not bothering to muffle his own wet belch. He could taste his lunch all over again.
"Sssorry..." Vince groaned, from his right, before coughing once again and heaving loudly, the noise much louder now. Jonah heard, distinctively, as he emptied out the last of his stomach contents and was reduced to a mess of dry heaves and sobs from the pain.
He straightened up, sniffling and wiping the tears from his cheek, "sorry, Jon-"
Jonah ignored him, flinging his own door opened and bracing against it as he belched again, his lunch threatening to leap to his throat. He swallowed convulsively, gagged and then thumped his chest to dislodge one sick burp, spitting all the thick saliva on the road under. Stomach more or less settled, Jonah straightened up, daring to look at Vince.
He felt beyond humiliated. It was such a pathetic display, to be unable to help his loved ones when they got sick because his own stomach was too weak, "I'm sorry," he grumbled, voice rough and thick.
"I'm so-"
"You look awful," Jonah interrupted, choosing to do this instead of telling him to shut the fuck up and stop apologizing for daring to be sick with a probable concussion, "Vin, I'm taking you to the hospital."
Vince frowned, shaking his head, "I'm fine, really-"
"You have a broken rib, for sure. A sprained ankle at best. That wound is gonna need at least 50 stitches. I'm pretty sure you're concussed and fuck - who knows what else," Jonah glared at him, enumerating the injuries on his fingers, "I'm driving you to the hospital."
"It's gonna cost my right arm and for what? For broken ribs they only tell you to rest and take painkillers. I'm not concussed, I know how a concussion feels like. My foot they'll also just tell me to not walk around and let it heal. I don't need stitches, I'm not even bleeding anymore," Vince said, sounding annoyed and glaring at Jonah, "I thought you wouldn't make a fuss."
Jonah's glare took a steely turn, as he realized Vince had called him specifically because Lucas would've been frantic and probably called an ambulance. It was insulting, "Fuck you," Jonah scoffed, "Did you think I'd find you all mangled and just be like here, I'll drive you to the dorms so you can have internal hemorrhage in the middle of the night? Just because I'm not Lucas? Go fuck yourself Vince," Jonah spat out, slamming his own door shut and starting the car back again.
A heavy silence fell upon them. Jonah stubbornly ignored it, seething with anger. From the corner of his eye he could see Vince looking away from him, a pained frown on, the closest he could get to pouting in this much pain.
It went on for good fifteen minutes, until Vince broke it by mumbling a small, rough "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me."
"Uhm," was all Jonah answered, still just as furious.
He squeezed the steering wheel between his fingers, with much more force than necessary, and rolled his shoulders. The ugliest part of him wanted to yell at Vince a little bit more, bitterness coating the inside of his mouth.
"Jon," Vince interrupted his spiraling angry thoughts and Jonah pointedly ignored him.
"Jonah," Vince said a bit more strongly and Jon sighed, looking away from the road.
"What? If you'll try to get me to not dri-"
"Pull over," Vince groaned, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth, "now, Jon."
Jonah cursed under his breath, they were no longer in an empty road, but close to the hospital and it wasn't as easy to pull over so soon, "hold on, hold on-" he chanted, signaling the need to stop and scanning the crowded street for a spot.
Next to him, Vince let out a gag, hunching over further.
A car pulled out in front of a store and Jonah rushed to take it's spot. It was a tight fit, but-
Vince gagged again and then Jon heard a whine as liquid splashed on his hand and lap, "fuck-"
Jon pressed his eyes closed, the car coming to a swift stop, but clearly he was too late. He breathed in deeply, forcing himself to be on check as he turned to his friend, to assess the mess... "fuck, Vince."
Vince hadn't quite made a mess, because he hadn't puked actual vomit. Instead there was bright blood in his hand.
"I... This can't be good, right?" Vince's voice was shaking and Jonah shook his head no.
"No, it's not," he agreed, noticing Vince's eyes the size of platters, clearly mortified, "c'mon, let's get you checked up."
Jonah couldn't remember if he had ever seen Vince be scared before. Even when he had been severely dehydrated, almost a year ago he had been more annoyed and out of it than scared.
Now he was very awake and aware of everything, much to Jon's dismay. He couldn't help his own sympathetic wince as Vince got transferred from his car to the emergency bed, the paramedics grumbling about Jonah driving him there in the first place instead of calling an ambulance.
He busied himself with getting Vince's bike picked up and then sat on the waiting room, hating to be on the opposite side of the hospital experience for once.
His phone buzzed and Jonah glanced at it nervously, half expecting it to be Wendy miraculously knowing the hell had happened. Instead it was Leo.
Leo: I thought you said you had the day off today? Court ended early and you're not here 🥺
Jonah breathed out, ignoring the prickles of anxiety running up his arm and typed back "I'm at the hospital. Vin got in a car accident."
He saw Leo type and retype, the little bubble appearing and disappearing multiple times, before the screen suddenly changed into the call mode.
"Hey-"
"What happened? How is he!?" Leo's voice was up a whole note, "how did you-"
"He called me, I think two hours ago? He seemed a little in shock, but overall very aware. Sent me his location and everything," Jonah answered, sliding down the seat and staring at the ceiling, "I think the rain caused him or someone to lose control, but either way, they hit his bike head on and then ran."
"What the fuck-"
"He's in x-ray right now. For sure at least one rib is broken, maybe his left foot too. Something is up with his shoulder, I couldn't quite see... Oh yeah and there's this big fucking wound on his side. He's gonna get stitched up after the x-ray and MRI."
"MRI?" Leo said and Jonah could hear him moving around, "did he hit his head?"
"He says he didn't, but he flew off his bike, so," Jonah rolled his eyes, "the idiot didn't want to come to the hospital."
"Sounds like Vince alright," Leo let out a weak chuckle, "you're bringing him here, right?"
Jonah hesitated, thinking back on the fact he had told Vince to go fuck himself, "uh-"
"He can't stay alone in the dorms," Leo cut in, "Wendy's out of town and he called you. You're bringing him here, even if you have to drag him."
"Yes, sir," Jonah teased lightly, opening a smile, "...Don't tell Luke? Or Wendy?"
"I don't talk with Wendy," Leo pointed out with a huff, "...Do you need anything? A coat? Food?"
"What...?" Jonah frowned, "no, you don't have to come over. We're fine, he'll probably be out in an hour or two, unless they want him to spend the night in case of a concussion."
"Vince would rather die," Leo pointed out with a little snicker, "... Are you okay? You sound shaken up."
"I'm fine..." Jonah mumbled, "just worried."
"Aw, he cares," Leo teased lightly, "I won't tell anyone, I promise."
Jon let out a smile, but Leo's teasing had only made him feel worse. He nodded, before remembering his boyfriend couldn't see him, "yeah, of course he will," he agreed, "I gotta go. I'll text you later. Love you."
"Love-" Jonah hung up before he heard the end of it, getting up from his seat and walking to the folding doors that lead to the closed part of the hospital, pacing around it anxiously.
It was another hour and a half before a girl he knew from class stepped out, "Vicent- Monacelli...?"
"Vicenzo," Jonah corrected, stepping forward, "hi Claire."
"Oh, hi Jonah," she smiled, "you're the one who brought him in?"
"Yeah... How is he?" he couldn't be bothered to hide the nervousness. He hadn't mentioned to Leo the coughing up blood, but that had been driving him insane with worry.
"He's fine," Claire tapped her clipboard with a pen, "giving the nurses a run for their money, he keeps trying to leave. Let's talk inside."
Vince hadn't been transferred to a private room, which Jonah counted as a sign he wouldn't need to stay the night. He was leaning back on a long armchair, with an IV connected to his arm, an angry frown on his face. His foot had been put in a boot cast, his shirt removed and his arm was now resting on a sling. A long bandage on his side, covered also by the bandages wrapping around his torso. A million butterfly bandages were scattered all over him.
"I thought you had left," Vince piped up, opening a lopsided smile, "can you tell the nice doctor I can go home?"
"No," Jonah rolled his eyes, looking at Claire, "doctor?"
"Alright, so let's start from the least worrying. You have a dislocated shoulder-"
"It happens all the time," Vince interjected, to which the doctor and Jonah ignored him.
"we've put it back in place and you're supposed to wear the sling and avoid moving your shoulder as much as possible for the next six weeks."
"That's crazy, six weeks?! Classes will start back up, it's my final season-"
"What else?" Jon pinched his nose bridge.
"Left foot is just twisted, but twisted badly. Three weeks of boot," she glared at Vince pointedly, "otherwise you will break it, then it'll be much longer. And you won't play your precious football game."
"It's a twisted ankle, please," Vince scoffed, "I've sported worse injuries during a game-"
"What about his ribs?" Jonah squeezed Vince's bicep to shut him up. Claire crisped her lips in annoyance and Jon almost laughed. Clearly Vince was not growing on the hospital staff.
"One broken rib, one cracked. Four weeks of bed rest and four more of little to no movement," she sighed, "I'm serious, Mr. Monacelli, if you don't rest, you'll end up breaking the one that is cracked and that one has a very bad angle to your lungs. Don't try your luck."
Vince grumbled something in italian, but nodded, wincing as he shifted on his seat, "she says I don't have a concussion, by the way."
Jonah scoffed, then looked at the blonde doctor before him, "really?"
"We ran all the scans, Jon, he's fine," Claire nodded and Jonah almost laughed as he could see she was holding back a mean comment, "Our best guess is the vomiting was due to the pain and shock."
"And the coughing up blood? His lungs are alright?"
"Yes. The blood was actually from a tear inside his mouth, he probably bit down when he hit the ground and the stomach acid irritated the wound," she opened a small smile, "as long as you rest and take the medication correctly, you should be fine, Mr. Monacelli."
"Alright," Vince nodded, then grabbed the IV pole to hoist himself up, "so I can go home?"
Claire mulled over the answer, looking conflicted. Jonah knew that technically, with those injuries, they couldn't hold him overnight, no matter how much it looked like Vince was just gonna ignore all doctor orders.
"He's coming with me," Jonah piped up, "I'll make sure he rests."
"The hell I am!" Vince whined, "I have my own dorm-"
"You're coming with me whether you want it or not," Jonah glared at him, "or you can stay the night here."
"They can't hold me here," Vince scoffed, then frowned and looked at the doctor, "you can't, right?"
Jonah grimaced and Claire clearly understood, because she shrugged, "if we think you're a danger to yourself, we can," she lied.
Vince's face fell and he sighed, sitting back down, "fine," he said, as if he had any choice on the matter. Jonah let out a relieved sigh.
Signing Vince out was easy enough, at least when compared to once again getting him to hop back to the car, since he vehemently refused using a wheelchair, much to everyone's displeasure.
"I don't think you realize you're a giant," Jonah panted as he pushed the passenger seat as far back as his sport car allowed and gave up on using the seatbelt.
"Uhm..." Vince let out a defeated sigh, leaning back against the leather seat, "I'm useless."
"You're hurt," Jonah reminded him with an eyeroll, "look... I- I'm sorry I yelled at you-"
"No," Vince sighed, "no, you were right... I was a jerk. Can we just go? Everything hurts."
"Your drugged, Vin," Jonah snorted, circling the car to get in the driver's side, "I doubt you can feel your face right now."
"I can and it hurts," Vince groaned, then closed his eyes as the movement started back up, "are you sure you don't mind me being at your place...? I can call-"
"If you say Lucas I'll leave you on the side of the road," Jonah slapped his friend's thigh, causing Vince to jerk and let out a whine.
"Fine, whatever," Vince smiled, eyes still closed, "...Told you I didn't have a concussion."
TBC
#narrator voice: and he was wrong <3#mywriting#emeto fic#emetophilia#vince monacelli#concussion#sickfic
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For the ask game, 9, 10 (although I could probably guess that one ;)), 23, and 24 with Legends of Tomorrow.
So like this was technically a 911 ask list but both shows are so fun so I'm gonna answer for both if that's cool!
9. Favorite brotp?
911: There are SO many good ones but ultimately I have to give it to Bobby and Michael! They are just the best bros and the fact that committing crimes for each other is not entirely off the table, and Michael did choose Bobby over his own boyfriend at Family Game Night, they win.
LOT: RogueCanary. Sara, Leonard, and Mick are the ultimate trio and it is a SHAME the three of them were ripped apart.
10. Favorite ship?
911: Buddie. Assuming they do get together, these two idiots are one of the best love stories I've ever seen.
LOT: lol, yeah dude, you know it's Captain Canary and I will forever be bitter about Destiny.
23. Character you use to like but now hate?
911: I don't really know if I have one so I'm going to say Jonah? I didn't think he was actually going to turn out to be a psychopath and I felt kind of bad for him at first. Now he's on my Hitlist.
LOT: This is a really hard one because what I REALLY went from liking to hating on Legends is the writing and the TREATMENT of the characters. But, if I have to pick an actual character, I'll say Lita. I loved Lita at first, I had always head-cannoned that Mick probably had a kid out there somewhere. Lita being so no-nonsense and yet still becoming such a daddy's girl was something I really liked. But then the whole thing with the alien-eggs happened. It's one thing for Lita to hold Mick accountable for his actions, but she laid into him SO HARD about the pretending it wasn't happening and the fact that she was pregnant at the same time with a baby that wasn't planned... I just can't buy that wouldn't understand the fear that Mick was feeling. She could've held him accountable with more understanding. And that isn't even to mention that Mick's pregnancy was dangerous as all hell but all she did was snap at him that it was his fault.
24. Character you use to hate but now like?
911: May Grant. The hatred didn't last long, but our intro to her is her screaming at her father that he should keep on living his life in the closet, because his being gay will ruin her social life. Like, I'm sorry, but I was NOT a fan. She grew on me pretty fast though!
LOT: Nate. I do miss him being an actual historian and it being believable that he has a PHD. But at first I did not like him. He was kind of a jerk, just acting like he was ALWAYS the smartest person in the room. And I will NEVER forget the time Amaya went through the trouble to make him donuts from scratch, was frustrated because they were kind of a mess, and his response was "Aw Babe, no one makes donuts in the future, I'll go buy some." Like no. You thank that woman who spent an entire day trying to make you donuts and eat the very-much-still edible dough-shapes that she made. Anyway, I came to like him a lot better when they leaned more into his bromance with Ray, and by the time he was with Zari he was treating women much better.
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Jonathan Sims the Archivist?
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
best quality: I love the way he thinks. Whether he's doing his utmost effort to take everyone into account when making a decision when there are no right choices or doing his best to understand something that has driven people crazy, he's always so... thoughtful. <3
worst quality: He doesn't respect himself enough.
ship them with: Jonah <3
brotp them with: Gerry Keay.
needs to stay away from: Martin.
misc. thoughts: I do love his kindness, but he should have had a corruption arc. It would have been incredibly compelling (pun intended) as a mix of Jonah parallels, "then let me be evil", and "the tiger is out".
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if you're still doing the ask game i'm submitting mateo
I am I am :D
Sexuality Headcanon: Gay (canon)
Gender Headcanon: Cis man
A ship I have with said character: Mateo/Eric (surprising nobody)
A BROTP I have with said character: Mateo & Cheyenne
A NOTP I have with said character: Mateo/Marcus (I like gay Marcus, I just like him so much better with Jonah, I feel like Mateo and Marcus just wouldn’t have that kind of chemistry)
A random headcanon: He has storm anxiety after the events of the Tornado.
General opinion over said character: He’s kind of the worst but he’s also my little guy.
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