#and becky’s needs no longer matter.

[shadowedvales]

LETS TALK ABOUT BECKY IVES FOR A MINUTE!

when you think about becky, you have to remember that she spent at least four years listening to terry’s “crazy theories” about hawkins lab, and the big bad man taking jane away. she knew terry took part in “hippie crap” and assumed that messed with her head. that those experiences combined with miscarrying in the third trimester had a terrible strain on her mental health, ultimately losing her connection to reality. she spent those years watching terry fight and lose legal battles against brenner and hawkins. she pleaded for her to stop, to get help, as their relationship grew stressed and strained because becky didn’t believe her, and terry hated her for it.

and then when terry’s mind was completely broken, she spent her days and nights caring for her. the show never touched on this. just what did becky think happened to terry? what story was she told? was terry put into a random hospital with doctors from hawkins lab, under a guise of caring for her, just to tell becky there was some kind of accident? maybe a car accident. did they claim the drugs used in the mk ultra testing from all those years ago took affect on her mind? probably not, because then becky would be in an opportunity to sue. i highly doubt there would have been any mention of the lab, opposed to some, "unfortunate accident." it really bugs me that there’s no story about what becky believed made terry catatonic. terry knew becky didn’t believe her, and as such, definitely did not tell her about her plans to break into the lab. so a story could have easily been concocted.

and then, one random day, a kid shows up at her doorstep, claiming to be the daughter she didn’t believe existed. immediately, by jane opening the door with her mind, becky held some kind of belief for she'd heard terry’s rants about her baby being used for experiments, experiments which gave her powers. and in comes jane, demanding to see her mother, able to open a locked door, blood dripping from her nose. all too soon she realises that there has so be some semblance of truth. the girl says her name is jane: she fits all the descriptions. the descriptions of the niece she never had. this child who her sister fought tooth and nail to get back. i can’t even imagine the guilt that would begin to fester for not believing terry, for thinking she was having a mental break, for trying to get her to see therapists and get her some real, serious help.

scared and confused for herself and her sister, and unable to fathom what is happening, what does she do? she comforts jane. there is distance, there’s awkwardness, but this girl is her blood and every moment that passed only proved that she could actually be jane ives. she makes her a sandwich, tries to comfort her, tells her that her mother is in a dream. probably a good dream. she comforts and tells her that terry never stopped believing.

she always believed you were out there. she always believed you’d come home one day. home? yeah, home.

she offered her, this strange little girl, a place in her home with her and her mother. she didn’t push, she didn’t need to know everything in that moment; she focused on jane and nothing else. the girl was obviously traumatised judging by the way she spoke, the way she sheltered herself. if everything terry claimed was indeed true, then becky couldn’t even begin to think about what she’d gone through.

i wanna help you, but to really do that, i need you to talk to me, okay? it doesn’t have to be now. it doesn’t have to be today. when you’re ready, okay?

she never moved a single thing in jane’s room. although she didn’t believe terry, she respected and loved her enough to keep it exactly as she’d planned. and at least she could give jane that, the vision her mother had for her, what the first steps of their wonderful life would have been like. becky claimed terry was “stuck” living the “same dream” over and over. where becky, too, was the one who was stuck. terry became 24/7 care, and unless she had helpers (which i highly doubt), becky would have given up her job, her out of home hobbies, her entire life to care for her sister. stuck in an endless routine until jane came along and struck her with the reality of it all.

as soon as jane contacts the void, you can see becky looks on edge and nervous. which, fair enough! she asks if she can sit and watch, but doesn’t interfere or distract jane. she even sits a little further away from her, perhaps out of fear (which would be completely justified. this girl physically moved things with her mind, who knows what else she can do) or just trying to take this all in within her own time and space. but the moment, the second jane departs the void and is in a state of distress, she moves to comfort her. she isn’t sure how, and doesn’t expect it to be returned, but offers it nonetheless. as far as she knows jane just spoke to her sister; she would be dying to know what happened, if she said anything. but remains silent and focuses on the child.

unfortunately we really don’t see much else of their dynamic on screen, but it is very justified that becky contacted hawkins and tried to get a hold of hopper. he and joyce were the only ones who seemed to have some kind of understanding; of course she would want to contact them. she put on a brave face in front of jane, focused on her and her needs. but as soon as she put the bed down and jane wanted some time alone in her room, becky had a moment to breathe. to think about her, her sister, all those wasted years because she didn’t believe. so, weeks later, when she gets a phone call from a weak sounding girl, saying she was sorry, the relief is immense. when recovered from her illness after closing the gate, the first thing jane wanted to do was call her aunt. hopper got on the line after the initial apology and asked if becky would come to hawkins, so they could work things out from there.

i just think becky is such a neat, complex character for the literal twenty minutes (probably less) screen time she gets. i adore the way she treats jane, and think she is such a good influence in her life. imagine all the stories becky could tell her about terry. things no one else could. her relationship with her aunt is one like no other, for both the sake of her mother, and that she is the only true family she has ever known, or as far as she knows, even has. becky never expects anything from jane (unlike a lot of the people in her life), and in that respect, jane does actually open up to her overtime. to becky, jane isn’t a girl who’s saved the world a few times. she’s the niece she didn’t believe in, and would spend the rest of her life making it up to her and terry.

#study‚ in my dreams it's all real and my heart has so much to reveal. #long post / #also jane EXPLAINS the void best she can to becky. #she doesnt just say ‘be quiet’ when becky is talking to her and asking about it all / asking to apologise to terry for her. #she understands that she is not only meeting her mother. but her aunty too. #the only family she has in the whole world. #she understands it’s difficult for becky and allows her to ask questions. she isn’t short with her because she doesn’t understand. #jane knows what it’s like to not understand and just have people frustrated and sharp with her. so she Does NOT do that. #yeah this is just a Becky appreciation post! #she deserved so much better. #she could have been so good for jane. #i mean. she is. because she’s very very important in my portrayal. #also added those screencaps because it’s exactly what i talk about. #she starts off in her own space. has some time in complete silence while jane is in the void. #she would just be sitting there. on her own. just watching. #the first moment of the day to really think. #but then jane suddenly comes out of it. #and becky’s needs no longer matter. #and all focus is put on her niece again. #of course. majority of this is taken purely from the shows canon. #because becky is way more prominent in my own canon but. #yeah. stan the ives women for clear skin #!!!

[shadowedvales-a]

LETS TALK ABOUT BECKY IVES FOR A MINUTE:

when you think about becky, you have to remember that she spent at least six years listening to terry’s “crazy theories” about hawkins lab, and the big bad man taking jane away. she knew terry took part in “hippie crap” and assumed that messed with her head. that those experiences combined with miscarrying in the third trimester had a terrible stain on her mental health, ultimately losing her connection to reality. she spent those years watching terry fight and lose legal battles against brenner and hawkins. she pleaded for her to stop, to get help, as their relationship grew stressed and strained because becky didn’t believe her, and terry hated her for it.

and then when terry’s mind was completely broken, she spent her days and nights caring for her. honestly the show never touched on this. just what did becky think happened to terry? what story was she told? was terry put into a random hospital with doctors from hawkins lab, under a guise of caring for her, just to tell becky there was some kind of accident? maybe a car accident. did they claim the drugs used in the mk ultra testing from all those years ago took affect on her mind? probably not, because then becky would be in an opportunity to sue. i highly doubt there would have been any mention of the lab, over just some random, "unfortunate accident." it really bugs me that there’s no story about what becky believed made terry catatonic. terry knew becky didn’t believe her, and as such, definitely did not tell her about her plans to break into the lab. so a story could have easily been concocted.

and then, one random day, a kid shows up at her doorstep, claiming to be the daughter she didn’t believe existed. immediately, by jane opening the door with her mind, becky held some kind of belief for she'd heard terry’s rants about her baby being used for experiments, experiments which gave her powers. so in comes jane, demanding to see her mother, able to open a locked door, blood dripping from her nose. all too soon she realises that there has so be some semblance of truth. the girl says her name is jane: she fits all the descriptions. the descriptions of the niece she never had. this child who her sister fought tooth and nail to get back. i can’t even imagine the guilt that would begin to fester for not believing terry, for thinking she was having a mental break, for trying to get her to see therapists and get her some real, serious help.

scared and confused for herself and her sister, and unable to fathom what is happening, what does she do? she comforts jane. there is distance, there’s awkwardness, but this girl is her blood and every moment that passed only proved that she could actually be jane ives. she makes her a sandwich, tries to comfort her, tell her that her mother is in a dream. probably a good dream. she comforts and tells her that terry never stopped believing.

she always believed you were out there. she always believed you’d come home one day.

home?

yeah, home.

she offered her, this strange little girl, a place in her home with her and her mother. she didn’t push, she didn’t need to know everything in that moment; she focused on jane and nothing else. the girl was obviously traumatised judging by the way she spoke, the way she sheltered herself. if everything terry claimed was indeed true, then becky couldn’t even begin to think about what she’d gone through.

i wanna help you, but to really do that, i need you to talk to me, okay? it doesn’t have to be now. it doesn’t have to be today. when you’re ready, okay?

she never moved a single thing in jane’s room. although she didn’t believe terry, she respected and loved her enough to keep it exactly as she’d planned. and at least she could give jane that, the vision her mother had for her, what the first steps of their wonderful life would have been like. becky claimed terry was “stuck” living the “same dream” over and over. where becky, too, was the one who was stuck. terry became 24/7 care, and unless she had helpers (which i highly doubt), becky would have given up her job, her out of home hobbies, her entire life to care for her sister. stuck in an endless routine until jane came along and struck her with the reality of it all.

as soon as jane contacts the void, you can see becky looks on edge and nervous. which, fair enough! she asks if she can sit and watch, but doesn’t interfere or distract jane. she even sits a little further away from her, perhaps out of fear (which would be completely justified. this girl physically moved things with her mind, who knows what else she can do) or just trying to take this all in within her own time and space. but the moment, the second jane departs the void and is in a state of distress, she moves to comfort her. she isn’t sure how, and doesn’t expect it to be returned, but offers it nonetheless. as far as she knows jane just spoke to her sister; she would be dying to know what happened, if she said anything. but remains silent and focuses on the child.

unfortunately we really don’t see much else of their dynamic on screen, but it is very justified that becky contacted hawkins and tried to get a hold of hopper. he and joyce were the only ones who seemed to have some kind of understanding; of course she would want to contact them. she put on a brave face in front of jane, focused on her and her needs. but as soon as she put the bed down and jane wanted some time alone in her room, becky had a moment to breathe. to think about her, her sister, all those wasted years because she didn’t believe. so, weeks later, when she gets a phone call from a weak sounding girl, saying she was sorry, the relief is immense. when recovered from her illness after closing the gate, the first thing jane wanted to do was call her aunt. hopper got on the line after the initial apology and asked if becky would come to hawkins, so they could work things out from there.

i just think becky is such a neat, complex character for the literal twenty minutes (probably less) screen time she gets. i adore the way she treats jane, and think she is such a good influence in her life. imagine all the stories becky could tell her about terry. things no one else could. her relationship with her aunt is one like no other, for both the sake of her mother, and that she is the only true family she has ever known, or as far as she knows, even has. becky never expects anything from jane (unlike a lot of the people in her life), and in that respect, jane does actually open up to her overtime. to becky, jane isn’t a girl who’s saved the world a few times. she’s the niece she didn’t believe in, and would spend the rest of her life making it up to her and terry.

#⅋. [ ✦ ] ﹕ in my dreams it's all real and my heart has so much to reveal ‚ study . #long post / #also jane EXPLAINS the void best she can to becky. #she doesnt just say ‘be quiet’ when becky is talking to her and asking about it all / asking to apologise to terry for her #she understands that she is not only meeting her mother. but her aunty too. #the only family she has in the whole world #she understands it’s difficult for becky and allows her to ask questions. she isn’t short with her because she doesn’t understand. #jane knows what it’s like to not understand and just have people frustrated and sharp with her. so she Does NOT do that #yeah this is just a Becky appreciation post! #she deserved so much better #she could have been so good for jane #i mean. she is. because she’s very much canon in my portrayal #and there are many many visits. and jane spends the weekend there at least once a month #also added those screencaps because it’s exactly what i talk about #she starts off in her own space. has some time in complete silence while jane is in the void #she would just be sitting there. on her own. watching them #the first moment of the day to really think #but then jane suddenly comes out of it #and suddenly becky’s needs no longer matter #and all focus is put on her niece again

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

IT'S THE WLW WEBCOMIC COUPLES BRACKET!

Do you love wlw? Do you love webcomics? Do you have a favorite wlw couple from a webcomic that you think everyone should know about? If so, this bracket is for you!

Bracket rules:

This bracket is for canon wlw couples featured in webcomics. I'll also accept characters who aren't a couple yet but are clearly heading in that direction.

Please do NOT submit non-canon couples based only on vibes or headcanons. Sorry - that's not what this bracket is about.

Also, fictional characters only!

Trans women absolutely belong in this bracket and TERFs can die mad about it.

Nonbinary and genderfluid characters are also potentially eligible. Ask yourself: would this character be comfortable describing their own relationship as wlw?

Poly relationships count too!

Nominate as many couples as you want! Just don't spam me with repeated nominations for the same couple.

Propaganda is encouraged at every stage of this bracket, starting right now!

This is a FUN POLL that I am DOING FOR FUN. Let's keep it that way for everybody. Rudeness or harassment will earn you a block.

SUBMIT COUPLES THROUGH THIS GOOGLE FORM!

I'll be keeping submissions open through Sunday, April 30, potentially longer if I need more entries.

Inspirations, tag directory, and other fun stuff under the cut!

This bracket was inspired by @yuribait-battle @dumbass-duels @ultimatemessywomantournament @lovableassholestournament @queerprotagonistshowdown @let-them-say-fuck-tournament @transgenderautisticbracket @gaywebcomicsshowdown @theyrebasicallycanonpoll @handsome-girl-competition @beefy-babe-showdown @badasswlwbracket @bluehairandpronouns-tournament @amputeeblondiebattle and, for being my original entry point to the world of Tumblr polls, @thelockedtombsexywoman

Recurring tags:

#not polls: anything that isn’t a competitive poll or an important announcement

#propaganda: asks and reblogs promoting a couple/ship

#asks answered: all asks, any topic

#comic readings: when I’m talking about comics I’m reading because you have successfully propagandized them to me

#other tournaments: anyone else’s tournaments I want to promote

My pronouns are she/they/whatever. You cannot misgender me in a way that matters.

Profile picture is Noa and Rina from Us Right Now. Banner image (left to right) is Kyra and Sonya from Kochab, Becky and Dina from Dumbing of Age, and Aya and Mitsuki from The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy At All.

I'm not including anyone as an automatic entry, so if you like them, don't count on me to make sure they're included - submit them yourself!

#tumblr poll #poll tournament #please spread the word I need more webcomics to read

[misseviehyde]

I BECOME YOU

I am just a mask.

It is my wearer who gives me form and purpose. Put me on and you can be anyone you want to be. My magic will give you the face, the body and the life you most desire.

Of course I do have SOME say in the matter. As soon as you put me on I prefer to reach into your mind and make you want to be feminine and pretty.

I like to look slutty... I like to look young. It's usually quite easy to tweak those subconscious desires and make my wearer want to be a naughty little brat.

Brats are the best. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, big perky tits and tight pussies - I like to ride on a body that looks beautiful and pampered. I like to make my wearers into hot spoiled fashion and sex obsessed bitches.

Once I'm your new face - no one can remember the old you. Whilst you wear me it becomes impossible for a person to conceive of you as anyone else than who I have made you. Even if you put me on in front of them - they instantly forget.

Olivia... Chloe... Ashley... Madison... Beckie... it doesn't matter which slutty new personality I have chosen for you. It will begin to take over every time you wear me.

Friends will no longer remember the old you - only see the mean teen I've made you into. You're probably their bully now, they probably hate and fear you.

You'll enjoy what I've made you though. As your strong new Alpha boyfriend fucks you in his convertible - you'll love the feeling of being a hot slut. As you see your social media accounts take over thr world and thousands of boys simp for you, you'll feel like a Goddess. As you shop for designer clothes and hang out with the most popular girls from school - you'll finally feel complete.

Your family won't even realise they've lost a kid. I'll find you a better family - a rich family that appreciates your new persona. You'll walk into a ready made life of pleasure and privilege. Daddy's credit card will pay for everything. That and your pretty privilege.

So long as you wear me more and more I'm happy to ride along with you as my host. I am your face after all. Soon I'll be the only face you need.

Because of course, what you don't realise is that just as no one else can remember who is behind the mask, soon neither can you.

The more you wear me, the more I take. The more you forget who you even are. Soon the day comes that you forget you're even wearing a mask.

As you stare into the mirror you can't remember who you really are or even muster the strength to care. The personality and memories I gave you become the only ones that matter. You're now every inch the entitled brat I wanted you to be.

I love feeling your lips move as you boss boys around. I love what a cruel, mean spoiled bitch you have become. Doesn't it feel good to forget who you were and just be a mean girl. We were made to be together.

My face is your face.

I am just a mask. But I have become you...

#evie hyde #bitchification #corruption #mask

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Do me the honor? (Tierna Davidson x Reader)

This is just a cute little something that took a couple of hours to write, inspired by Tiernas first game back. Hope you enjoy :)

Words: 880

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You got this baby, I'm sorry I can't be there.

It's okay, I understand.

You're nervous aren't you?

A bit yeah. It's been a long time since I've played at that level

I know baby, it's okay to be nervous and it okay to ease back into a little bit. Just try to enjoy it, you've worked so hard to get back, you deserve to have a bit of fun.

Thank you Y/n/n. I have to go, the bus just got here. I love you so much, I'll call you later tonight if you're still awake.

I love you T, go kick some ass.

Once Tierna hung up I started getting ready to head to the stadium. It was her first national game back after tearing her ACL. It may have been a small lie on my behalf that I couldn't make it to the game. I was going to be there and I was planning on proposing to her after the game. I probably could have gotten away with her knowing I was there, but it would have been harder to sneak away to set up the conference room for after the game. We were pretty private with our relationship so I knew she wouldn't want a public proposal. She wanted one with either just us or with friends and family. 

I had been planning this with Tiernas family and team mates for a few months now. They had helped me keep it a surprise, get permission to use the conference room, get me into the game and pretty much anything else I needed. I spent the time when they were warming up and before Tierna was subbed on to set up the room. I set it up to look like a celebration of her return, with welcome back banners, balloons, champagne, and flowers. 

Tierna played amazing as usual. There were a few times that she held back a bit, but she was having fun and that was what mattered the most. It allowed her to build up the confidence she lost after her injury. Once the game ended, I waited in the conference room with her family while the girls celebrated and showered. Knowing them the celebration would continue on for hours if there wasn't someone to stop them. For that reason I had tasked Ali with the job of reminding them of the plan. 

Her parents where waiting up front when Tierna walked in. She hugged them tightly before her eyes locked with mine. "Y/n?"

"Hey T."

Tierna threw her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder, "You're here."

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything. You did amazing baby, I am so proud of you."

She finally looked around the room properly, a small smile appearing, "This is why you told me you weren't coming?"

"It would have looked suspicious if I kept disappearing. The girls helped me pull it off."

I let Tierna catch up with her parents and celebrate with her team for a while. She had missed them like crazy during her recovery. It was hard enough not being able to play, adding in not being around some of her closes friends didn't help. They had kept in touch through text and the occasional facetime, but it wasn't the same. It had been a rough year, mostly for Tierna, but it was hard for me to see her so down. Especially at the start when she started to become withdrawn from everything, ignoring everyone and tried to push me away. So seeing her laughing and joking around with the biggest smile I've seen in a long time, it warmed my heart in a way I didn't think possible. All I wanted was to see Tierna happy. 

After about half an hour, I decided I couldn't wait any longer and got everyone's attention. 

"While I did plan this as a celebration for Tierna because well I'm biased. I did want to also congratulate those of you who have also recently made it back after injuries. And a special congratulations to Becky for making 200 caps. You are all amazing." Ali discretely handed me the little black box, "As you all know, well except you Tierna, I have a surprise for you T. When I first met you, my life was pretty messy, I was pretty messy. You could have ran, I wouldn't have blamed you, but you always stuck by me and supported me in the good times and the bad. Even when things are rough, it feels easy with you. You're my bestfriend, my person and I can't imagine my life without you. So with that being said

Tiernas eyes shone with tears as I sunk down on one knee, opening the box, "Tierna, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Tierna pulled me up, connecting our lips in a long, slow kiss that quickly became wet with tears, "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you Y/n. I love you."

The ring slipped easily on her finger, "I love you T, more than you will ever know."

"Ditto. I can't believe you did this for me."

"It's nothing really, you deserve to be celebrated."

"You flew my family here, that's not nothing."

"Well I would do anything for you. You deserve this and more baby. I'm going to do everything I can to give you the life you deserve."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks. 

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made. 

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly. 

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’ 

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them. 

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers. 

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape. 

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind. 

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’ 

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked. 

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’ 

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before. 

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs. 

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door. 

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there. 

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’ 

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’ 

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him? 

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry. 

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky. 

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently. 

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’ 

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame. 

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’ 

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door. 

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning. 

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully. 

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled. 

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said. 

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said. 

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused. 

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said. 

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions. 

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’ 

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked. 

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently. 

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her. 

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again. 

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said. 

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’ 

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said. 

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both. 

‘For the better,’ he agreed. 

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

#my writing #for the better #jesse katsopolis fic #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #jesse katsopolis x reader #becky donaldson #full house #full house fic

[shadowbrightshine]

Thinking about alternate timeline Tim's dying in different ways.

A failed Pokotho invasion before Tgwdlm proper, a young, 12 year old Tim crawls across the island on all fours, blue slime dripping from his face. His limbs have long since given out in terms of walking from overuse in the dance numbers. The singular voice has left them. It moved on, they were a rehearsal, not even the dress rehearsal of the story. Tim is losing the last shred of a mind he could have without the hive singing to him. He can't get out any notes himself, his voice doesn't belong to him anymore. The silence is killing him. He will starve.

An older Tim, an adult, who learned to dance and prrform onstage. He's in love, and he and his girlfriend decided that when he goes to participate in the Nectar King contest, she would go with him. He just wants to make his parents, Tom and Becky, proud. They love him, but he doesn't feel like they've seen just how good at performing he can be. They come to the place of the sacrifice. Nibbly consumed her first, and Tim bites down on Nibbly to free himself and reach for her, jumping into the maw. The bite of the God instantly absorbs into his body, but it doesn't have time to do anything. Nibbly has thousands of needle, shark, and grinding down teeth stretching into the black abyss. Tim's last moment is spent watching his girlfriend be crushed and stabbed through by the constricting jaw/throat snapping shut. Just before it does the same to him. He dies reaching for someone he loved. Someone he brought along to make sure they would be together. Who he led to die with him on accident.

In Watcher world eventually the island is abandoned, everyone is dead, has fled, or is part of the theme park. It's time to expand to the mainland. Tim has walked back and forth on his path for years. He watches the people, every day, every night. His mouth has been stitched shut. He killed his father. Blinky loves family dramas the best, Alice was not a unique case. The others are deconstructing parts of the park to bring with them. Tim wasn't even a sniggle. He's a background element. He's a set piece for a game that already ended. He looks at the engagement ring he stole from his father's body.

He leaves the park for the first time in years, and decides that the ring will be the last thing he ever sees. He goes to his knees, feeling the dirt in one hand. The other is held to the light. It sparkles. He closes his always open eyes. Five seconds pass and the Lord in Black tells him to open them. He feels bugs crawling across his face. He feels breaths of air against his cheek. He feels fingers and tiny bug mouths pulling on his eyelashes. Wordlessly he tells Blinky that he is done, and he will not look at anything else in his life. Blinky decides he no longer needs to see. The bugs are immediately burrowing through the soft flesh of his eyes. Severing the optic nerves. Through a stitched mouth Tim screams, eyes open. But it doesn't matter, they can't see. They're gone. Purple blood drips from his sockets and he is dying, bugs crawling into his brain. Or maybe not bugs. Whatever they are he is already dead.

There are worse ways than dying alone in a car.

#shine post #tw gore #tw body horror #tw bugs #starkid reference #black friday starkid #starkid black friday #lords in black #the lords in black #nibblenephim #nibbly #watcher world #honey queen #prophet tim #tim au #my own au #its the angst you know? #doesnt it hurt? #pokey starkid #pokotho #pokey #tgwdlm #watcher with 1000 eyes #starkid tim #death #tim houston #tom houston

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Eleven On The Path To Right Wrongs

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Charles finally grows so balls, Valentina is worried about her future but Charles feels like he is finally on the path to right all the wrongs.

Warnings: I don’t think there is any apart from being emotional

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles POV

I was left standing in the kitchen alone, I had no idea on how this would have gone tonight but it felt so good to get the truth out in the open, it was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders however I still had one thing to do before I was finally free from the devil.

Pulling my phone out of my jeans pocket I quickly found Becky’s name before I could call, her face popped up on my screen signalling she was calling me. Rolling my eyes as I answered the call I quickly realised she had face timed me.

“I’ve just been to your apartment and you weren't there.” she pouted. “I also went over to your mums but she said she hadn’t seen you.”

“That's because I’m not in Monaco.” I shrugged, propping the phone up on the counter as I grabbed the coffee pot, tasking myself with brewing everyone a drink, I mean it was the least I could do. “And I won’t be home for a couple of days.”

“Charles, where are you?” Becky said, squinting to see who had just walked into the kitchen behind me.

Quickly glancing over my shoulder I saw Louisa walk in with a worried look on her face. “Everything okay?” she asked softly, the effects of the alcohol long forgotten.

“They will be soon, Maman.” I nodded, as I replaced the filter in the coffee machine. “I’m making coffee. Can you see who wants one please.”

It was like she could sense I was asking to be alone for a moment, she caught a glimpse of the face time that was happening and nodded at me.

Turning back to Becky I noticed her face had a tint of red to it, no doubt from the anger that was bubbling away inside her.

“Please tell me that isn’t the Hendrix house you are in?” she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.

“So what if it is?” I shrugged, not bothering to try and pander to her any longer. “I needed to come over here before flying out for testing, not that it matters to you.”

I could see the frustration forming in her expression and it was only a matter of time before things exploded.

“We were meant to go on a date tonight?” she screeched, it was a sound that made my ears bleed.

“Yeah well that obviously isn’t happening is it.” I laughed, I knew I was being cold but I had taken enough of her bullshit over the last four years and I wasn’t going to stand for it any longer. “Say what you want, I really don’t care.” I said with no emotion in my voice, this girl meant absolutely nothing to me, not like Valentina did. “I’m no longer going to sit here and take you shit, this isn’t how I wanted to live my life. I have had enough of you trying to control my life. This is over Becky, I never wanted to be with you anyway and I don’t know why I even let you try and blackmail me losing the one thing that means the most to me.”

The scream that came through the phone was ear piercing, I knew that this wouldn;t be over, she wasn’t the type of girl to just drop things. She would try her hardest to make mine and Vali’s life a living hell but I would do anything to protect Valentina from Becky’s wrath even though I knew she would be able to handle anything that came her way.

“You will regret dumping me, Leclerc.” she screamed, tugging on her fake blond hair. “I will make your life hell and Valentia best watch her back because I am coming for the bitch.”

“How's the nose healing?” I laughed, walking out of sight of the camera to grab the coffee grounds.

“Fuck you.” she spat, I swear she was practically foaming at the mouth from anger. Nothing more was said and the call ended.

Running my hand over my face I found myself leaning against the kitchen counter letting out a breath of relief but the only problem was Valentina, I had no idea what Becky was going to do next.

After a few moments, Pierre walked into the kitchen. Silently he pulled me into a tight hug, he didn’t need to say anything, his actions said everything.

He was the first to pull away from the hug, a sad smile appearing on his face.

“So what happens now?” he asked, leaning against the counter next to me.

“I don’t know.” I sighed, running my hands over my face for the millionth time today. “But what I do know is that I am going to be fighting for Vali every single day even if she doesn’t want it. I will be there in her corner.”

Pierre nodded, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Elle ne le montrera pas, mais elle a plus que jamais besoin de toi en ce moment. Surtout maintenant qu'elle va courir avec nous, on a déjà perdu Jules alors ne sois pas un con et ne fous pas tout en l'air. She won't show it, but she needs you more than ever right now. Especially now that she's going to be running with us, we've already lost Jules so don't be a dick and fuck it up.” he nodded, helping me to finish off the coffee’s.

“I don’t plan on fucking this up.” I said, looking over my shoulder as I grabbed the milk from the fridge. “I have already lost her once, I’m not going to let it happen again.”

Once the coffee was ready I left Pierre to take the drinks into the living room whilst I took Vali’s and Josh’s upstairs, with each step I climbed my heart started racing.

As I approached her bedroom door I stilled, I didn’t mean to evesdrop but I felt like I couldn’t just barge in at this point so I stood there holding the two mugs of coffee just listening.

“This is going to ruin everything.” Vali sniffled, causing my heart to ache, all I wanted to do was hold her tight and promise her things will be okay.

“Let me tell you a little secret.” Josh said softly, I could see why Vali liked him so much and got on well with him. He reminded me of Jules, especially with his caring nature. “We already knew about that night and your record. We approached Pierre about it and he told us everything we needed to know.”

“And that didn’t bother you?”

“Not at all Valentina, you were young and everyone at that age is easily led.” Josh said, followed by a brief silence. “We also know that even though your record was sealed and was taken off your record you convinced the judge to do community service which shows that your actions weren’t your choice. We all make mistakes but this is how we learn and grow as people. We will come clean to the press on the first weekend, squash any rumours before they even start.”

Smiling to myself, I knew she was going to be in good hands with Josh and the Alpha Tauri team. Adjusting my grip on the mugs I tapped my knuckles on the door waiting until Vali opened her bedroom door.

“J'ai fait du café. I made coffee.” I hummed, as she let me into her room. Nodding at Josh as I passed him the mug.

“I will be downstairs if you need me V.” He whispered, squeezing her shoulder as he exited the room.

Once again we were left in silence as I perched on the edge of her bed. I didn’t know what to say, I was scared I was going to say the wrong thing causing an argument to happen.

“Things aren’t just going to fall back to how they were before, you know.” Vali said, clutching her mug as she sat at the end of the bed, tucking her feet under her thighs. “I can’t just pretend that the last four years never happened, because they did.”

“I’m not asking you to.” I said quietly, turning to face her. “I know I have caused a lot of heartache for you but I do want to try and put the past behind us and try to move on from this.” I paused for a moment, taking a sip of the coffee before speaking again. “I broke up with Becky after you left the kitchen.”

I expected a sarcastic comment from Vali but none ever came. Looking up from my mug I saw tears streaming down her cheeks causing me to place my mug on the bed side table, before carefully taking her mug from her and placing it with mine. I didn’t ask if I could hug her, instead I scooted over to her pulling her into my arms.

What did surprise me what the lack of fight coming from her, instead she snuggled closer into me until she was eventually settled between my legs, hiding her face in my chest.

“You weren’t there, Charlie.” she cried, my heart screamed as she called me Charlie, something that I had missed. Only Vali called me Charlie. “When I needed you the most you weren’t there.”

“I know, babygirl, I know.” I whispered, nuzzling my face into her hair. “I am so sorry, I should have been there. I made a promise to you that I broke and I will never forgive myself.”

The two of us sat tangled up in each other for a while, I didn’t care about how long had passed or that the coffee was getting cold, all that mattered was I was on the path of righting my wrongs and picking up the pieces of Valentina’s heart along the way.

It felt so right to have Valentina back in my arms even if she wasn’t my girl anymore, resting my chin on the top of her head. I gently rocked her back and forth trying to soothe her tears and calm her breathing. I had no idea if this still worked for her but I was going to try anyway.

After a while I felt her breathing shallow out and the whimpers had stopped, pressing a kiss to the top of her head I quickly realised that she had fallen asleep in my arms. My heart melted at the fact she still felt safe in my arms to doze off to sleep. I wasn’t going to mention this to her but if she brought it up I would. Carefully I lifted her off the bed, adjusting my grip so I didn’t drop her whilst I pulled back the duvet. Softly I placed her back down on the bed pulling the covers over her. She looked so peaceful sleeping even with the smudges of mascara and eyeliner around her eyes. Pressing another kiss to her forehead I picked up the two mugs from the bedside table, taking one last glance at my sleeping angel as I turned off the lights and gently closing the door behind me.

Letting out a shaky breath I made my way downstairs to join the rest of the family.

The moment I walked into the kitchen, I instantly made my way to the sink, pouring both half drunken cups of coffee down the drain.

“Pass me your mug son, I will make you a fresh one.” Enrico smiled, looking over his shoulder at me as he filled the coffee machine with grounds.

“Thanks Papa.” I smiled, passing him the mug.

The smile on his face grew wider at what I called him. “È passato molto tempo dall'ultima volta che mi hai chiamato papà, figliolo. It's been a long time since you called me Dad, son.” he hummed as he busied himself making the coffees.

“It has.” I whispered, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

“Is Vali okay?” he asked, as Pierre and Josh walked into the kitchen.

“As okay as she can be I guess,” I sighed, resting my chin on my fists. “She fell asleep in my arms, I don’t even think she meant to but for the first time in the last four years the world felt right again.”

“Just give her time.” Enrico said softly, placing a fresh cup of coffee in front of me.

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to right my wrongs.” I said quietly, scared if I spoke any louder everything that happened tonight wouldn’t be real. “Non mi arrenderò mai con lei. I will never give up on her.”

@chibsytelford @dragon-of-winterfell @ohthemisssery @a-distantdreamer @sgkophie @stillbreathin @angywritesstuff @miamedyu @enchantedbytomandhenry @scribbuluswrites @dangerouspursepeachbear @micks-afterglow @livo67 @buendiabebeta @pleasedontfollowinlost @ferrarifwendvale @hungryhungarian @theplobnrgone @charlesleclercje @sunf1owerrq @queenslife @panicforspec @inesramoss30 @justme2042 @liv67 @sessgjarg @derpinathebrave @idkiwantchocolatee @littleobsessionsandlifeslessons @alynoa @clcspeonies @pleasantducktimetravel @organasith @inchidentwithmax @raaaaabzzz @teamspideyman @marvelousmendess

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 x oc #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x imagine

[virtchandmoir]

Canadian Olympians push for opposition to Russians in Paris

March 8, 2023 

A group of 42 retired Canadian Olympians urged the Canadian Olympic Committee to reject the idea of allowing Russians to participate in next year’s Paris Games unless Russia withdraws from Ukraine.

“We condemn recent public statements issued by the COC supporting the ‘exploration of a pathway’ for Russians and Belarusians to compete as ‘neutrals’ in the 2024 Paris Olympics,” the Canadians wrote in a statement released Wednesday.

Opening that door, the athletes said, “sends a message that the COC is no longer concerned with Russia’s brutal invasion of Ukraine.”

Signing the statement was a who’s-who of Canadian Olympic greats and gold medalists, including Hayley Wickenheiser (hockey), Jenn Heil and Alex Bilodeau (freestyle skiing), Tessa Virtue (skating) and Beckie Scott (cross-country skiing).

Russian and Belarusian athletes have been largely excluded from international competition since Russia’s invasion of Ukraine last February. The International Olympic Committee seeks a pathway back for those athletes to compete without officially representing their countries, citing human-rights experts who argue the athletes should not be discriminated against solely because of their passports.

“Refusing their participation in international sport is not simply a matter of denying athletes a choice to compete because of their passport, it is a rejection of an unlawful and inhumane war and a recognition of the role international sports plays in geopolitics,” the Canadians wrote.

The COC has walked a fine line in staking out a position. Last month, secretary general David Shoemaker suggested athletes from the banned countries should be made to publicly speak out against the war to gain the neutral status they would need to participate.

Canada’s was also among a group of 35 governments that released a statement last month saying that, without clarity on a workable neutrality model, “we do not agree that Russian and Belarusian athletes should be allowed back into competition.”

Both the COC and the governments have stopped short of stating that Russians should not be allowed.

In their statement, the Canadian Olympians said a requirement for Russians to declare opposition to the war is “unfounded and out of touch.”

“For example, it is illegal in Russia to publicly denounce military actions abroad, and virtually impossible for high-profile athletes to oppose the war,” the statement said.

It also used instances in 2018 and 2021 when Russians could compete not under their country’s flag — but instead under the titles of “Olympic Athletes from Russia” and “Russian Olympic Committee” due to doping sanctions — as examples of how “separation of athlete from state is an impossible task.”

The letter also points out that the war began shortly after last year’s Winter Games in Beijing, which was highlighted by a high-profile meeting between Presidents Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping before the opening ceremony.

“The Beijing 2022 Games helped set the stage for and dictated the timing of the initial invasion, sports facilities in Ukraine have been targeted by the Russian attacks, and Russian athletes have been elevated to high-ranking military positions and used in war propaganda,” the letter said.

It concluded that “no pathway should be considered” for Russians or Belarusians to compete in Paris until Russia “fully withdraws from Ukraine.”

—AP News

#tessa #off ice #olympics #paris 2024 #press #would like to see full list #but suggests #scott didn't sign #but being as he is a coach #might be complicating factors #really should say ice skating #ap style guide needs to update

[timetogosteddie]

Sorry, wrong number.

Just a little Buddie oneshot I couldn't get out of my head.

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Buck wakes up to find a single text waiting for him. As he clicks on it, he sees it’s from a little after midnight last night, just minutes after he must have dozed off. 

It takes a moment for his eyes to fully focus on the words. And the sender.

Eddie: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Fuck. He reads the single sentence three times, his heart fluttering just as bad the third time around. Had Eddie really…?

Instantly, it’s like a bucket of ice water has replaced the blood in his veins. Oh. This text wasn’t meant for Buck, was it?

But then who? Eddie had been single for a few months now, both of their latest attempts fizzling out after just a few weeks.

The end of his own “relationship”, if one could call it that, hadn’t surprised Buck as much as it maybe should have. Then again, knowing you’re in love with your best friend and trying to date people who seem nice enough to hopefully take your mind off of it until you feel something resembling that undying kind of love for them isn’t the most healthy way to deal with things. It’s also definitely not a really successful way so far.

But that could only explain Buck’s love life, or lack thereof. Eddie’s reasons for breaking things off hadn’t really been discussed. He’d mentioned being single again in passing and that he didn’t want to talk about it. That had been that. In days, it had been like neither had been in relationships until a week or two before this moment at all.

He can’t help his already spiraling brain as an almost endless list of names starts rolling somewhere behind his eyes. Bella, Belinda, Betty, Becky. Has Eddie mentioned one of those lately? Had he let slip a b-name at any point in the past few days? Because if the text wasn’t meant for Buck, which was a given, it had to be some girl whose name was close enough to Buck to be mistaken for it with sleepy eyes. 

He decides to let it go. No funny reply, no nothing. Just pretend like you never saw it to save Eddie the awkwardness, he decides. 

…But what if? No. Just no. Don’t even go there. 

Getting out of bed, he quickly gets dressed, grabs a backpack and some water and heads out to his car. Before he knows it, he’s left the busy LA traffic behind as he’s walking towards a familiar hiking trail. 

Hopefully, the beauty and quiet of nature will help him stop fantasizing about a world where that text had been meant for him.

He’s never been this happy to have a day off and absolutely no plans. With anyone. Especially not with Eddie and Chris.

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Eddie: I missed you today

Buck’s traitorous heart lets the words sink in once more, pretending they’re meant for him and him alone. Seriously though, texting someone by mistake is a harmless accident that must happen at least 10 times a day. At least! Nothing strange about that. But to do it two evenings in a row? That’s just dumb, really.

Maybe he should send something back this time. A joke or a simple “wrong number, man”. At this point, he’s not even thinking about saving Eddie from embarrassment anymore. All he can think about now is trying to protect his own sanity.

He stares at the ceiling for longer than he should, the clock ticking closer and closer to the start of his shift. Part of him wants to call in sick.

He doesn’t, though. Of course not. Because no matter how or what he’s feeling, there are people that need him. Both his colleagues and the people that require their help. He can’t call in sick just because he’s not ready to sit around and pretend to smile when Eddie inevitably starts telling him about his dating life.

Surprisingly, he’s still very much on time, as the only cars around are Hen’s and Bobby’s. This is confirmed when he heads up the stairs and sees both sitting at the table, talking.

“Morning Buck.” Bobby says as soon as he spots him, before Hen turns to face him.

Her eyes take their time tracing his whole face, resulting in a slight frown on her own. “Did you sleep okay?”

Nodding, he easily slips into the chair known as his. “Yeah, just had a bit of morning. You know how it is. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”, he adds easily, smiling a little as he waves a hand between his two colleagues. “Unless you were gossiping about me and my incredibly good looks. I can leave, if you want?” It’s easy to slip into his role as resident charming bastard and for a moment, he’s able to enjoy Hen’s fond eye-roll without thinking about anyone but the two people sitting before him.

“Morning cap, morning guys.” 

Just a moment was all he was going to get apparently. He doesn’t need to look up to know who just came up the stairs. He’d know that voice anywhere.

“Morning Eddie.” Bobby smiles, getting up to no doubt get breakfast started.

The perfect getaway, Buck thinks, standing up just as Eddie drops into the chair next to his. “I’m just gonna-“, he tells them, already pointing over his shoulder at Bobby.

Hen just nods, which is what he decides to focus on as he goes over to help Bobby. Better Hen’s completely unaware nod than Eddie’s slightly narrowed eyes that are – judging from the prickling at the back of his neck – still watching him as he starts following Bobby’s instructions.

By the time their breakfast is ready, Chim and Hen are already midway through a retelling of some emergency from way before Eddie’s time. It gives Buck a dreadful front row seat to that beautiful smile and those laugh lines that he just wants to trace with his fingers. First his fingers, then his lips…

Nope. No, definitely not appropriate thoughts to have. Not at work and definitely not about his best friend who’s in a relationship, or at least dating someone who isn’t him.

It’s not all gloom though. After two days of toying with him, the gods finally help him preserve bits of his sanity by sounding the alarm just as he puts the last plate away in the dishwasher. Doing his job and definitely not thinking about the man whose knees are knocking against his as soon as they settle into their seats in the back of the truck? That’s something he can definitely do. Well, the first part, at least. The knees? Well, he might need a moment longer.

With only short breaks in-between calls, Buck manages to successfully evade Eddie as much as possible without it being suspicious. They just happen to be in different areas of the station at all times, until the bell starts ringing again.

And if he leaves first, not even showering after his shift but just practically sprinting to his car with a short wave at his friends? Well, then that’s just Buck being Buck, sleepy and wanting the comfort of his own shower after a long day at work.

He pointedly does not notice Eddie’s frown as he steps outside the bay doors just as Buck drives off. He also definitely does not keep looking in his rear-view mirror until Eddie’s no longer visible.

--- 

Eddie: I’m sorry

He’s still awake this time, watching in real time as the message pops up at the top of his screen while he’s uselessly scrolling through Instagram.

Right, he’s sorry. Which means he’s finally realized he’s been sending his lovey-dovey texts to the wrong person.

Should he have said something? He’d planned on texting Eddie back after the second one, but he never actually had. Was that weird? He contemplates apologizing too, just so they can fully close the door on this whole situation.

In the end, he doesn’t, deciding to just try and joke his way out of it instead.

Buck: No problem, man. You have no idea how many times I’ve been a wrong number victim. No harm done. 

It lets Eddie off the hook without any embarrassment and hopefully means he won’t wake up to another both breath-taking and heart-breaking text tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Yeah, he can’t wait for tomorrow. Turning off the tv, he slips the phone in his back pocket and slowly but surely trudges up the stairs. Maybe tonight, he’ll actually get a full 8 hours of sleep. Wouldn’t that be something?

Wouldn’t that be something, he thinks again as he rolls around in bed, unable to find a position that feels actually comfortable. His leg isn’t even playing up this time. It’s just him.

Letting out a dramatic sigh that echoes throughout the empty loft, he grabs his phone again. He pretends to simply check if his alarm is still set, but part of him is kind of hoping Eddie has texted him back.

He has.  

Judging from the little WhatsApp icon, there are two messages waiting for him. It could just be a ‘thanks man’ and a laugh emoji, right? He should be able to open it, read it, and close it again without any need to think about it further. Without any need to reply. So why is he now going back to Instagram instead of opening said messages?

He scrolls around for a few minutes, not really paying attention to the stories of his friends as he clicks his way through them. Though he’s looking at them, he isn’t really seeing them. Inside his mind, there’s only one thing: a voice telling him to man up and open the message.

It’s better to do it now than leave them for tomorrow. Because if he reads them now and they simply confirm that Eddie’s happy and dating someone, he can maybe sleep the worst of the pain off. Why prolong his own suffering, right?

Finally giving in to the voice of reason, he taps out of Instagram and lets his finger hover over the WhatsApp icon for just a second before pressing down.

Eddie: What wrong number?

Eddie: Evan… They were always meant for you.

This- This isn’t real, right? This, whatever this is, can’t actually be happening. He pinches himself, just to make sure he hasn’t dozed off already. After the coma dream, he’s definitely not trusting his brain ever again.

But no, he’s not sleeping. And seeing as he’s talking to Eddie, or at least reading a message said man sent half an hour ago, he’s not back in his coma dream.

It’s just past eleven, he’s in his sweatpants with no desire to change out of them again and there’s a pretty good chance Eddie’s already asleep. He sends the text anyway.

Buck: Can I come over?

The blue check marks appear right away.

Eddie: Of course. Use your key, Chris is asleep.

With his mind spinning and his heart beating excitedly enough to break a few ribs, he drives out into the night on autopilot. Fuck, it really is like going home, isn’t it? Seeing that familiar car in the driveway, the light near the door on as if waiting for him and those yellow flowers Chris had begged him to help him plant near the front door, because he’d just learned some new facts about bees in school and wanted to help them.

He's never felt the same sense of relief when opening his own front door as he feels whenever he gets to use his key on Eddie’s house.

Most of the lights inside are off, apart from a slight glow coming from the kitchen. He almost makes his way over there, before he spots the familiar shape he came here for. Taking a deep breath, he makes his way outside, plopping down into the chair next to Eddie’s with practiced ease. It’s like it doesn’t matter where they are and with who, his place is always right next to Eddie’s.

“Hey.”, he says softly, taking Eddie in. The man is hunched over a bit, wrapped up in an old hoodie, with one hand on a bottle of beer and the other white knuckling his phone. That can’t be good for the poor thing. “Eds?”

Slowly, the other looks up and there Buck sees it. A terrible mix of fear and sadness. Wait, did Eddie think he was mad or something? “There you are.” It comes out as a sigh, both relieved and a way to hopefully show Eddie just how happy he is to see him. No anger, no pity, just a soft smile that’s always reserved for Eddie and Eddie alone.

It’s not much, but it seems to work anyway. Just a bit, at least, as Buck sees the tiniest flicker of hope flash across that stupidly handsome face. “Hey. Want a beer?” Eddie finally says, lifting his own beer as if otherwise, Buck wouldn’t know what beer was. If his expression hadn’t given it all away, this action would have. Eddie is incredibly nervous.

“No thanks, I’m good.”, he smiles back, turning even further so his knees knock against Eddie’s thigh once more. It’s familiar, but better. Because this time, they’re not surrounded by their colleagues. And because this time, he knows Eddie wants this too. He moves his knee back a bit, before knocking it back into Eddie’s leg, just for emphasis. “Thank you for the texts.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, eyebrows rising as the hope finally settles in on his face. “I wasn’t sure you…”, he drifts off, shaking his head. “I thought I’d messed it all up.”

“Well, join the club. I spent the last two days thinking you were dating someone new and I both wanted to know everything and nothing about them. Do you know how many names start with a B? A lot. Man, I went spiraling and it wasn’t cute.” He laughs at his own idiocy, bowing his head slightly, before looking back up to find Eddie already staring at him.

Eddie is quiet for a moment, eyes just drinking him in, before his lips part into the smallest of grins. “Wrong first letter.”

Wait, what? At Buck’s confused ‘huh?’, he lets out a chuckle. The sound is carefree and happy, making Buck’s heart flutter once more. 

“You’re in my phone under Evan.” As he says it, he shrugs, as if it’s nothing. As if Eddie being the only person, next to Maddie, to make his real name sound like a good thing - a term of endearment instead of just a synonym for disappointment - doesn’t still rock him to his very core whenever he hears it.

“Oh.”, is all he manages to get out. They sit in silence for another moment, just letting it all sink in.

Then, his hand starts reaching out and as Eddie catches the movement, he turns until they’re finally fully face to face. At last, Buck’s hand meets Eddie’s slightly scruffy cheek, the feeling warm and welcome in the palm of his hand. “I can’t stop thinking about you either. Just, in case you were wondering.”

“Yeah?” It’s a sound of pure hope and happiness, addicting in a way that Buck knows he wants to hear more of it. For the rest of his life, if he could be so lucky.

Instead of answering, he leans in until they’re barely able to look at each other without going cross-eyed. Mumbling a “hm hm”, he lets his thumb trail a path up and down the length of Eddie’s cheekbone. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” It sounds desperate, like a man in the desert looking for just the smallest drop of water, and Buck swallows the noise happily as their lips finally meet.

He’s thought about this moment a lot. The kissing, not the actual setting that brought them here including confusion and unnecessary feelings of hurt. Not that, of course. But kissing Eddie? He’s pretty sure he’s been thinking of doing so since that fateful evening in the back of an ambulance all those years ago. 

Admittedly, it was lust over love back then, but even though those feelings changed, his dream of kissing the man had not. And just like most dreams, they had been nice but nothing like the real thing.

He’s kissed a lot of people in his life, that’s no secret. Some of those kisses were better than others, that’s no secret either. But this one? This is hands down the best kiss he’s ever had. And he’s going to make sure they’re each other’s last first kiss. No one else will ever get to taste these lips again, that’s for damn sure.

They break apart with a sigh, moving back just enough to catch their breath but no further. “Evan.”, Eddie says, the name sounding like a prayer.

It just makes him lean back in, pressing a soft peck to Eddie’s lips. “Like I said, thanks for the texts.”

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Time for a story - Unchained

“I’ll start kindergarten in sixty-three days.”

“Sixty-three.” Becky made an impressed face. “That’s not very far away.”

Millie smiled proudly. Since she had asked Felicity how long exactly it would take for her to finally start kindergarten, she had been keeping track on it. She had also made sure everyone she met knew exactly how long it would take until she was finally a kindergartener. It was a big milestone, and she was very excited to reach it.

“…twelve children of three different daycares. In addition to them, four other family members – two mothers, a teenager sister and a grandfather – were infected. We have been able to confirm the ways of infection. Apparently, our patient zero was in Quebec and caught the infection there. I already talked this over with the authorities there. When he returned, he want to his swim class where four of the other young children were too. From there-“

“-it spread like wildfire.”

Oliver sighed and shook his head. An onset of measles was not something he could use right now. He already had a dozen of pressmen down in the lobby, waiting for her to comment on the renovations of the boardwalk that would take longer and cost more than had been planned.

“We should make sure to support vaccination campaigns and inform people about symptoms and ways of infection as well as where to get help. The more clarity there is, the better.”

A very quiet scratching noise told Oliver that Estrella Cabello, Commissioner of Health, was taking notes. Since the first infection had been reported, she had updated him regularly. Of course he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, and she had probably thought about vaccination campaigns and different strategies of informing people already, but she also knew that Oliver just liked to be involved in such conversations.

“I already mailed all the daycares that they will stay shut for the next week too.”

“That’s the right thing to do.”

Oliver looked over at Millie, who telling Becky now how excited she was that she would finally learn how to read and how to write. She could already read and write some words of course, but she needed to know the words very well like her name or her siblings’ names and such words. She had tried to learn as much as possible already, but she wanted to learn more as quickly as possible.

Millie was lucky that both Oliver and Felicity could easily take her to work. They were their own bosses, and their workspaces were somewhat safe for children. If they weren’t, they had the possibility to leave her with Raisa or even just ask one of their friends to take care of her. No matter how long the day cares would have to stay closed, Millie would be taken care of well.

Since Oliver knew about how privileges, he knew that not every family was that lucky.

“Is there anything planned for the people that can’t just take the time off or take the children to work?”

“I told the day cares to create an emergency running.” She sighed. “And I assigned some hospital employees to do a quick check up on the kids before they come to daycare. Of course the parents have to agree to this, but I just hope they do. I also issued a statement, asking employers to allow parents to take days off, work from home or bring their kids to work is possible, so we can contain the outburst of measles as quickly as possible.”

Oliver nodded his head and glanced at his watch. He’d rather stay on the phone and talk through further possibilities. He knew that the press conference would only be harder the longer he would let them wait, the harder they would be on him. For some reason, in the public eye delays and unexpected increasement of costs were must more important and interesting. It was probably because someone could be blamed for that.

“It’s all we can do. Thank you for updating me.”

“Of course.”

Hanging up the phone, Oliver looked at Millie. She looked back at him and smiled. She loved being here, and Oliver loved having her here. Days at City Hall could become long. Having one of his children around made it feel a little shorter.

Before Oliver could ask Millie if she was having a good time or if she needed anything, there was a knock at the door.

“Yes?”

The door opened and John stuck his head into the room. “Ready?”

“Hi, Uncle John!”

Millie waved her hand at John. Noticing her, he opened the door more and stepped in.

“Millie, Sweetie, helping daddy with work?”

“No.” Millie giggled. “Daycare is closed.”

Of course John knew that already. Felicity had taken Addie and Connor with her to work, so they could play there together. Millie could have gone with them, but she had chosen to stay with Oliver instead.

“I am sure you are a help for him no matter why you are here.” He winked at her before he turned to Oliver. “Press is waiting for us. Everything is prepared.”

Oliver sighed and nodded his head. He got up, pushed down the sleeves of his shirt that he had rolled up and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. If there was any part that he hated about being the mayor, it was the part of stepping in front of the press and telling them things that he knew they didn’t want to hear. It would only encourage them to ask more uncomfortable questions and doubt Oliver’s decisions.

“Millie, you stay up here with Becky and-“

“Can’t I come too?” she asked, looking at him with her best angels’ eyes. “Please?”

He didn’t want her to come. He really wanted her to be as far away from the press as possible because he didn’t want her face in the media, and he didn’t want those people to talk to her. But the way she was looking at him made it incredibly hard to say no. John probably knew that Oliver had to admit defeat even before Oliver himself did. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest and bit back a grin.

“Fine,” Oliver said with a sigh, “but you will stay at Becky’s side while daddy and Uncle John talk to the people from the press.”

Millie crossed her fingers. “Cross my heart!”

Oliver reached out his hand, and Millie slid off the couch and came running towards him. She grabbed his hand and smiled. She stayed by his side when the took the elevator down into the lobby. When Oliver’s heard the voices from the reporters that were waiting for him around the corner at the foot of the stairs, he pulled Millie closer to him instinctively. He seemed to need that more than she did though.

When Oliver turned to John and Becky, Millie let go of his hand and stepped next to Becky. Oliver winked at her, and she smiled.

“I talked to two of them earlier when they arrived,” John said, “and they are not going to have mercy on us.”

“When did they ever?”

“The plans for the reconstructions have been long discussed, but they have always been discarded for being to expensive and too time-consuming,” Becky explained, “so of course they want to bear down on you for those news now.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Have you ever heard of construction works that have been finished in time and didn’t cost any extra money?”

“No.” Becky shrugged her shoulders. “But you make so little mistakes that of course they want to annoy you with this now and-“

“Wait,” Oliver interrupted her all of a sudden, “where is Millie?”

Just a second ago, she had been standing at Becky’s side and listening to the conversation. She wasn’t there now though. Looking around, Oliver soon found her next to the lectern that had been put up for him to give his statement. The press was already taking photos of her and shouting questions in her direction.

Oliver was very protective of the people he loved, and he was particularly protective of his children. They believed in the good in the world, and he didn’t want them to lose that because some eager reporters were scaring them away.

Before Oliver could take a single step in her direction, so he could lift her into his arms and take her away from there, John grabbed his arm.

“Just look at her,” he mumbled.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself a little, Oliver did as his friend had asked of him. He looked at Millie and realized that she didn’t look scared or anything like that. She stood in front of them like she had never done anything else.

It wasn’t the first time that she had been involved with the press. When she had been younger, she had been with Oliver at work too, and she had wrapped the press around her little finger too.

“My name is Millie,” Millie said and made everyone shut up at once, “and I am five years old. I’ll start kindergarten in sixty-three days.”

“Are you excited for it?” one of the reporters asked.

“Very.” Millie smiled and it made the happiness take over her entire face. “I’m very excited.”

“And what are you most excited for to learn?” one other asked.

“Reading and writing.”

“I know you’re young, but-“

“I’m not that young,” Millie said, shaking her head, “I’m already five.”

Some of the reporters chuckled, and Oliver had to chuckle too. When you were five years old, you felt like you weren’t as young as people thought you were. Five years old was older than she had ever been before, so she wasn’t young. For Millie, she wasn’t young because there were Addie, Connor, Robbie, Louis and Mia who were all younger than she was.

“I’m very sorry,” the reporter said surprisingly serious, “so let me try again. With this big milestone of starting kindergarten coming your way, have you thought about what profession you want to take up in the future?”

Millie puckered her lips briefly. “I think I want to be a reporter.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. He couldn’t say why he was surprised. Maybe it was because Millie had never stated it that firmly. Of all the kids, the only one who had ever said that they knew what profession they wanted to take up was Tommy. He wanted to be a doctor. Oliver hadn’t known that Millie had even thought about it.

“What do you say to that?” John asked and leaned closer to him, visibly amused by Millie’s confession. “Your daughter wants to get involved with the enemy.”

Pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocking his head, Oliver smiled. “If that makes her happy, I guess she should try it. She would be good at it, don’t you think?”

“She’d take reporting very seriously, but she’d always be true to the story and true to the people involved. She wouldn’t put a good story over the wellbeing of the people.”

Oliver nodded. Yes, that was how Millie would be. She would be very responsible with her task. She wouldn’t forget that every story was about people that had feelings and deserved their story to be treated with respect.

“If she discards the idea of becoming a reporter, she should consider taking some job in public relations,” Becky said, “because I’d say she has a way with the press one way or the other. It’s like her personal superpower was unchained.”

Oliver smiled, thinking about it. It certainly was a superpower, one that had saved him today because the press would be a lot nicer to him. They wouldn’t be as mean and as reproachful as they had surely planned to be and that was all on Millie. She had saved him today like he would always save her.

“Well, if she becomes a reporter,” Oliver said, straightened his shoulders and started his way towards the lectern, “I’d at least like one of them.”

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[domripley]

Her Eyes - 2

pairing(s): becky lynch x reader; eventual bayley x reader

warnings/tags: forced oral sex (r receiving), forced strapwarming, blackmail, noncon, OOC Becky, slight physical abuse (for one second but I’d rather warn still!)

After your career is almost over, your ex Becky decides to help you out… but not for free.

You woke up on the bathroom floor with the events of last night flooding through your head. You wanted to forget what had happened and go back to sleep, but as you looked at your phone you only had an hour to get to the performance center. You had an interview, and you also had a photoshoot with Becky.

Becky.

You wanted to quit but you knew she wouldn’t let you, or as she claimed:All her hard work would go to waste.You hated her but at the same time, a part of you felt that you did owe her something. As you dragged yourself up off the bathroom floor, you slowly turned on the water. Thankfully, the performance center wasn’t too far from the hotel. As you washed your body, you soon realized that you were in fact crying. Hopefully they would soon throw away the storyline – that no one would enjoy it so why would they keep it? You could always go to Impact or even AEW. You had seen that a lot of fans wanted you to go to AEW anyway, so it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Get it together, Y/N.” you said to yourself, turning off the water.

—-

Once you had gotten to the performance center, you had seen Becky’s rental car and you wanted to run away. But as you made your way into the building, you were greeted by her.

“Leave me alone, Becky.” You snapped, trying your best to move around her. You needed to get ready for your interview, but she wasn’t letting you pass.

“But Lass, I want to talk to my girl after all.” Becky smirked, moving closer to you.

“I’m not your ‘girl’, and I’ll never be, now if you’ll excuse me I need to get ready.” You said, pushing her away from you. You were telling the truth – you needed to get ready.

“Now, now. If you don’t want to be my girl anymore, I’m sure I can just… ruin your career, who are they going to believe? Some interviewer, or a popular wrestler thateveryoneloves.”

“They would believe you…”you trailed off, finally giving up. You didn’t want to fight her anymore, even if you couldn’t stand the sight of her.

“I’m glad you know your place more than you let on. Now, what I was going to say was: After the show we’ll be heading out, I know you usually like to talk with people, but I don’t want you to be talking with anyone for too long. Not until I can trust you. Understood?” She admitted and before you could respond, Becky pulled away You were quiet, refusing to even respond to her comment. You were thankful that she didn’t push you to answer, but a part of you wanted to stay longer – staying longer meant less time alone with Becky. A part of you figured that that’s why, but it still didn’t make you feel okay. You wanted to be far away from Becky as you could.

“I’ve got to get ready, I’ll be back,” Becky said, smiling as she leaned in to kiss you. You turned your head, not wanting her mouth on you “Oh don’t be like that baby. I just want to show you some affection before my match.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just go.”

Becky pulled away from you. “Fine.”

Becky walked away and as soon she was gone and out of sight, you ran to the bathroom. You needed to get away from everyone as fast as possible. Once you were in the bathroom, you began to cry - unable to hold it back any longer. You knew Becky was serious and no matter how much you wanted to stop this, she could destroy your career in a matter of seconds.

You took a deep breath, using a bit of paper towel to wipe your face. You needed to try your best to stay calm, even though on the inside you were screaming.

“Fuck.” you let out, throwing the paper towel in the trash before leaving. Going to the cafeteria, you tried your best to avoid eye contact. Not wanting to start any conversations where you might slip up, you thought eating would be the best way to do so.

Grabbing a few things, you found a table where no one was sitting at. As soon you did, Bayley made her way towards you.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey.” You said back, looking down at your food.

You wanted to have more of a conversation with Bayley, but you didn’t trust yourself. Bayley was a good friend of yours, but she was one of Becky’s best friends.

“Everything okay? I saw you running to the bathroom earlier.” Bayley pointed out, and you bit your lip.

“Yeah I’m okay, I just had to go to the bathroom. It’s also been a long day and I’m so glad I don’t have to go out there tonight,” you sighed. A part of it was because of how tired you were, but for the most part? You didn’t want to be near Becky. Of course, Bayley didn’t need to know that part.

—-

When Becky’s match was over, you took a deep breath - knowing that you were going to have to deal with her sooner than you wanted to. You hoped that since she won the match and retained her title she’d be in a good mood, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You had a bad habit of doing so, but this time around you knew you couldn’t afford that. Not with Becky.

You stayed in your seat, thankful that Bayley had to get ready for an interview - unsure of how Becky would react knowing that you were talking to her. You didn’t want to find out what she thought about that, but you hoped Bayley didn’t find the way you were acting to be suspicious. As soon as Becky walked through the doors, you couldn’t help but tense up. You were nervous, thinking that somehow Becky found out that you were talking to Bayley. Even though it wasn’t a conversation about her, you felt as if Becky still wouldn’t be okay with it.

“You ready to go?” Becky asked, looking around the room. There weren’t many people in the cafeteria, but she didn’t want to risk anything. You both knew that you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but she needed to put up a front.

“Ye-Yeah I am.” you said, grabbing your backpack off the ground. You carried that around with you almost everywhere, and you were glad that’s the only thing you really needed to bring with you.

On the way out of the building and into Becky’s car, it was uncomfortably quiet between the two of you. You weren’t sure if it was because Becky was focusing on getting you alone or if it was because she was upset about something.

Once the two of you were in the car, Becky locked the doors and turned to you. “Next week you’ll be on TV with me and I’ve already given what I want made for you to the seamstress.”

You tensed up as Becky placed her hand on your thigh, this was the last thing you wanted.

“Oh don’t act like that, you and I both know I just want to make you feel good.” Becky snapped, squeezing your thigh roughly before moving it so she could start the car up.

You stayed quiet all the way to the hotel room, not wanting to have any sort of conversation with Becky. You were surprised that she let you stay quiet - focusing on the road, not wanting to get there super late. The two of you had the day off and you didn’t have to travel so Becky wanted to stay in and relax.

As soon as the two of you checked in and got into the room, Becky dropped her stuff on the bed near the window. You put yours on the floor and as you go to put her bags on the floor, Becky stopped you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Becky asked you.

You stopped moving, dropping the bag back onto the bed. “I-uh, you put your bags on my bed?” you questioned Becky, unsure of what she was getting at.

“We’re sharing a bed.” was all Becky said before pulling her shirt off. Throwing it onto the ground, she unclasped her bra. “Now quit standing around and undress. We’re taking a shower.”

Your eyes widened - you knew that showering would lead to something you didn’t want to happen. You shook your head, “No, I’ll take one after you.”

“Here I thought you learned not to fight me. I guess I was wrong, but don’t worry, we can fix that.” Becky sighed, walking closer to you.

You tried to stop her, but she was too much. Pulling at your shirt off, hard enough to rip it somewhat. You slapped her hand, trying to get her to loosen her grip on your ruined shirt. This only seemed to anger Becky more - slapping you across the face with her left hand, you stopped struggling. It wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be, but it took you by surprise. You sat on the edge of the bed as Becky pulled your pants off. You still were too stunned to try and stop her again, which seemed to make the redhead happy.

“I don’t want to be mean to you, but the more you fight the more I’ll have to be.” she sighed, pulling your underwear down. You took your bra off, covering yourself before Becky slapped your hands away from your chest.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Becky said softly before sitting on the edge of the bed with you. “Lay on your back for me.”

You hesitated and Becky wasn’t having it. Pushing you onto your back, surprisingly not as rough as you thought she would be. Getting off the bed, Becky got down on her knees in front of you. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, (Your Name).” she instructed and this time, you did as you were told. The last thing you wanted was to set her off again.

You looked up at the ceiling as Becky leaned in and placed a kiss on your thigh. You tried to relax, but as her mouth was on your pussy, you clenched your eyes shut. She kept going and as much as you didn’t want this, you felt an orgasm slowly approaching. Becky pulled away, getting up to grab something in her bag.

“You’ll come when you’ve learned to not fight me.” she said. “Now get up, we’re taking a shower and then going to bed.”

——

Once the two of you were finished showering and in your pajamas, Becky pulled the covers down so she could get in.

“Hand me my bag over there.” she instructed, pointing to the drawstring bag that was next to your bag. You grabbed it, taking your time handing it to her.

You got in the bed and without a second thought, you turned onto your side so your back was facing her. If you had to share a bed with her, you weren’t going to be looking at her. To your surprise, Becky didn’t force you to turn and face her. You felt her move around in the bed and you didn’t think anything of it.

You gasped as Becky pulled your sleep shorts down, repositioning herself, she slid her strapon into you from behind. You tried your best to move away from her, but Becky wrapped her arms around you - locking you in place.

“I’ll be able to sleep better like this, I missed doing this with you…” she trailed off, closing her eyes as she started to fall asleep.

You shut your eyes, trying your best not to cry as you started to slowly fall asleep.

#my writing #mine #dark au #dark becky

[the-doodly-noodle]

🖊️🐶💚🍛 for any oc (can be multiple) :)

Okie dokie! I'll do this with...uhhhh.... Mike, Fritz, and Becky! (I don't remember if I've truly introduced them, they're OCs for an original story called Crooked Teeth).

I'll put in a readmore so it doesn't clog up the dash.

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

Mike: Mike went through a rebellious phase when he was in high school, and he got a rabbit tattoo on his arm in memory of someone he was super close to when he was young. He's settled down quite a bit since then, and even though he's not actively planning to get more tattoos, I think he'd be down to get another one if he can easily cover it up for work reasons. I think he prefers abstractly sentimental ink.

Fritz: Fritz himself? He has no tattoos and doesn't plan on changing that. However, he was super encouraging when Mike got his and went to the tattoo parlor with him for emotional support (probably calling him a good boy for how well he can take it--Mike just rolls his eyes). And he'd do it again by golly.

Becky: Between taking care of her parent (haven't decided which parent yet) and her job, she never really has a lot of free time to herself. So she doesn't have a tattoo...yet. I think she'd want to get something pretty, like flowers and/or birds on her leg. Fritz and Mike, of course, would absolutely go with her if she got it, but she's a tough cookie and I don't think reassurances would be necessary. She's still appreciative.

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

Mike: If plants count as a pet, then yes, he is a great plant father. Otherwise, no animals in his life. I think he appreciates loyal dogs tho, as long as he doesn't have to care for them.

Fritz: If Fritz had a pet, he'd most likely have a bearded dragon or a gecko, some kind of lizard. He'd either name it after an inanimate object like Fork or Garbage Bag or he'd give it a human name like Bernard or Susan. I think it'd most likely be the latter, and he would delight in the confusion it could cause.

Becky: Becky has a stray black cat that she feeds regularly. She calls it Blackberry and I think she lets it inside the house sometimes if she can, such as in moments of inclement weather (sidenote: I think it's a thing in her family to give each other food nicknames, one of her relatives called her Peanut).

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Mike: Mike's a pretty solitary individual. He prefers being indoors, but if he does go out, he goes to green spaces like the woods or the park, somewhere natural and with very few people.

Fritz: Fritz likes going out and about, but he spends most of his time in urban spaces. You could probably find him soaking up the sun outside of a coffee shop, and he'd chat with you if you sat with him. He just likes tidy spaces where he can chill with people.

Becky: Becky spends most of her time indoors, so whenever she gets an opportunity to be outside, she makes sure to take her sweet time doing things. Running errands, hanging out, anything like that, will probably take longer than it needs to with her because it's a freedom she doesn't experience often. It doesn't matter to her if it's urban or rural, she just likes being out and about.

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc’s typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?

Mike: Mike sometimes forgets to eat dinner, especially when he starts doing things in the plot. When he does eat the food tends to be takeout or microwaveable, but always spicy. He knows the basics of cooking and his food is passable (if not bland--man doesn't own anything more flavorful than salt and pepper really), but for the most part he just can't be bothered. He's the victim of habits borne of college and night shifts.

Fritz: This man's dabbled in just about everything, so of course he knows his way around a spice rack and eats well-balanced meals. When he first moved out, he tried to keep a kosher home like the one he grew up in, but he started getting lax when he went out to eat with coworkers. One thing led to another, and eventually he fell out of the practice. However, he still doesn't eat pork (he doesn't like the way it smells when it's cooked) and he maintains "parent cabinets" where he stores everything he needs (cookware, serving dishes, cabinet covers, etc) and doesn't touch on the day-to-day in order to make kosher food for his mom and dad when they visit. They tend to give him sufficient notice so that he can take time to make his appliances kosher too. Oh, also he knows all the best hole-in-the-wall food places around town; if you wanna try something new, talk to him.

Becky: Becky cooks nutritionally balanced meals. Since she provides care for her parent, her dinners tend to meet their dietary needs as well. It's easier to cook a double portion, y'know? If, on a rare occasion, she makes plans to go out to dinner with someone, she makes sure to cook for her parent first and set them up for the night before she leaves. Her foods of choice tend to gravitate towards sweet or acidic flavors.

@yuyubake thank you for the ask!

#hetaliask #crooked teeth #mike morrison #fritz cunningham #becky #yuyubake #thank you so much for asking fr! #tbh i haven't thought about any of this and choosing a character was kinda hard #I hope all of this makes sense #Also I hope I'm doing Fritz some justice cuz I'm not actually Jewish but I've been trying to research Judaism and kosher practices for him #so if I get anything wrong I apologize and am open to feedback #I hope you like these guys cuz i've had them for a long time

[shadowedvales-a]

okay, two lil things i have decided to change up in my portrayal both regarding hopper, (bc i really cannot give the duffers any credit rifp).

she considers herself jane ives first and foremost. regarding legal documents like in school, to keep up all appearances she’s jane hopper. but mentally, and concerning her friends and family, she is jane ives. despite some trinkets from her meant to be home, and visits between becky going to hawkins, and jane going out to see her mother and aunt, she really doesn’t have anything of the life she was born for. when hopper legally adopts her, she is so thankful, so grateful, and feels so loved to have a real and stable place to call her own. it’s the first step for her no longer second guessing that she might be given up, might be gotten bored of. hopper actually lets her keep the documents in her room, but does make sure she knows how important they are. alas, she does sit him down one night, and asks him very softly if she can still be jane ives. she wants to respect her mother and be apart of her. she doesn’t want to hurt or offend him, but she thinks she needs to be honest. hopper tells her she will always be apart of her mother, no matter what name she takes, that it’s about how she feels and how she loves. he definitely does not mind if she wants to call herself jane ives, but just reminds her that if anybody asks, she needs to say hopper.

during her presentation of her diorama, it is the very first, and only time she refers to hopper as ‘dad.’ it comes out before she even realises, and has no time to take it back. it’s not that she doesn’t perceive hopper that way, nor does it mean she loves him any less, but calling him by fatherly titles is just not something she’s ready to do. especially in that moment when she believes he’s gone, she figures there’s no point. he’s her family, yes, but just like she feels jonathan and will are her real brothers, she knows they’re not, and as such is never going to call them that out loud. there’s always going to be a part of her that knows she’s an outsider to both the byers’ family and the hoppper family; joyce has her boys, and jim had sara. she knows they love her, just as much as she does them. she knows very well that family isn’t born it’s made, but merely doesn’t feel comfortable calling him dad, and will never refer to him as it with other people.

#⅋. [ ✦ ] ﹕ in my dreams it's all real and my heart has so much to reveal ‚ study . #just been thinking about it and. #i think it’s really important for her to have that ONE thing from her mother. #like i’ve been iffy about my jane ives-hopper portrayal for a while #where i really only call her jane ives #in writing and referencing #so here we are <333 #i’m really gonna change everything on my blog to just say ‘jane ives’ now dhsksks. why am i like this #in things like letters to her friends and pictures she draws #she always signs jane ives #just because she loves actually writing it down #seeing her full name #(even if it can make her very emotional) #she loves hopper SO much. but this is her taking a piece of herself back #also the diorama scene is still in my s4 canon #just it all happens at hawkins instead #also she doesn’t wanna ever call the boys her brothers because she feels like it’s an intrusion to their relationship #although they make her feel so loved and welcomed and appreciated #she knows THEY are brothers #and she’s never really going to be their sister

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

He Used To Be Mine - Part 13

He Gets Hurt (But He Learns How To Toughen Up)

(In case you were wondering, my brain decided to make things worse by writing the part immediatley BEFORE the last one I posted. Because I'm deficient like that.

If you want the part after this, go HERE. Otherwise, you can find the first four parts of this saga on AO3)

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Rating: T Characters: Kevin Owens, Sami Zayn, Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins Characters Mentioned: The Bloodline, Triple H Pairing: Sami Zayn/Kevin Owens Tags: Concussion, Injury, Angst, Inner Monologue, Missing Scene Word Count: 4128 Kevin lost. He lost hard. So did Sami, in a way.

But also, in Sami losing, he gained something wonderful in return. His fire. His fury. All the fierce and righteous rage that Kevin had found so beautiful in Sami for so long. And as he and Sami navigate the night and morning after the PLE, Kevin is relishing that fire and their renewed closeness.

If only his mind wasn't a fucking sieve from the concussion...

(Story behind cut)

..........

Sami Uso was no more. 

That was if he ever really was, to begin with. 

And as Kevin joined Sami in the trainers' room to be looked over, there were no words spoken between them. There were no words that could even compare to what just happened. 

Plus, between Sami getting spiked in the throat and the pounding in Kevin’s head that made it impossible to hear anything besides the blood rushing through his swollen brain, communication would have been pointless anyway. 

Neither one of them was willing to go to the hospital though.  It wasn’t what they needed. Not really. 

Well, it was what they needed physically. God knew they needed medical attention beyond what the backstage trainers could offer. Sami had been pummeled into oblivion with a chair and Kevin knew full well he was concussed. They’d both had the piss beaten out of them, battered within an inch of their lives. But spending however long in a hospital bed could never heal the true wounds. 

Those could only be healed by each other. 

So when they finally signed their “against medical advice” waivers and left the trainers’ room, there was no question of what came next. 

If there was any volume to Kevin’s voice as he spoke, he couldn’t hear it himself. 

“Stay with me tonight.” 

Sami seemed to understand anyway, nodding silently. 

It wasn’t like Sami had any other option. Every hotel in the area had been booked that weekend for months and, well, it went without saying that Sami Zayn had been suddenly left without a safe place to spend the night. Where they stood on things, where they had found themselves after everything would come later. There were more important things to deal with.

Like making sure they both survived the night.

Kevin knew he’d be fine. All jokes about being hard-headed aside, it wasn’t his first concussion. He knew what to do on his own to deal with it. The rest of his body hurt like hell too and somewhere in his rattled brain he suspected the match had taken at least a year off the lifespan of his career, but that was a problem for future KO to deal with.

Current KO, at that moment, had to deal with more pressing matters. Like protecting Sami Zayn.

Sure, he was in no shape to do so, but he wasn’t restrained any longer. He’d use his own body as a shield if he had to. He wasn’t going to let those assholes hurt Sami anymore.

He took Sami by the wrist, limping through the hallways to the main locker room. It was lucky for everyone that the ringing in his ears made it impossible to hear any whispers that people might be sharing as they passed by. He didn’t need to know what they thought, and they didn’t want him to know what they were saying. He’d gotten his bell rung and his body broken but he wasn’t dead yet; he could still hurt people. 

The Bloodline didn’t bother them in the locker room. Why would they? They thought they were so much better than everyone else on every day that ended in Y, relaxing in their posh dressing room with the fancy furniture and shit. Why would they trifle with common folk? Besides, they had time and numbers on their side. Roman was a snake, all he had to do was wait for them to return, whenever that was, and he’d sic his pack of dogs on them both. It was two against four and even Kevin had to admit those were pretty shitty odds.

Then again, they were the best wrestlers in the world, they wouldn’t go down without a fight. Probably still go down though. If he didn’t stand a chance against Roman in GOD Mode, then Sami sure as hell wouldn’t. No, they were going to spend the immediate future getting the shit kicked out of them until Roman got bored and moved on to the next body for the pile.

Kevin’s chest tightened at the thought of Sami’s body joining his on that stack but Kevin was choosing to believe he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and face his former “family” alone.

He probably was. He was Sami Zayn after all. Reason had never been his strong suit.

Sami stood nearby as he changed out of his ring gear, hovering over him protectively like a hawk, his eyes scanning around the room looking for threats. It made Kevin sad to see. Not the sight of Sami’s fierce nature returned, but the knowledge that he’d forget the sight of it. Kevin stared at Sami, trying to commit the sight to memory, but he could feel it slipping through his mind every time he looked away.

Stupid concussion.

He finished by pulling his SAMI ZAYN FORE❤ER shirt over his head. Kevin loved the article so much, the perfect shirt born of an imperfect situation. Sure, the match had been fun to watch, but the lot of them were far below Sami’s caliber of opponent. Johnny Knoxville and his Jackasses could all suck his dick, Sami was the true Forever.

He always had been.

And, as he stood back up, he couldn’t help but notice the look Sami gave his shirt. The faintest of smiles crossed Kevin’s face as Sami reached out, his fingers brushing against the lettering almost in awe. For a moment, Sami’s eyes met his own and Kevin saw more emotions there than he could have possibly registered. So many emotions, all of which were circling back to the same point.

Pain.

It was fitting, naturally. He was in pain. Sami was in pain. It was just more pain to add to the mix. 

But again, they said nothing. 

Sami didn’t even bother trying to recover his stuff. He’d left it with The Bloodline and going after it was a non-starter, he wasn’t getting it back from them. It had probably already been shredded, smashed, or thrown in the nearest dumpster or body of water. They’d probably keep his phone though. There were uses for a cell phone beyond the original user. If they didn’t just want to sell it Roman could use it against them once they got into it.

They could if they wanted to. Sami had never been the best on security and Kevin was sure Roman had the connections to hack past a lock screen. If he didn’t already know the passcode.

Sami had always been way too fucking trusting.

People were watching him. Watching and whispering.

It was probably a good thing he couldn’t hear them. Also that he’d probably forget them doing so once his brain unfucked itself.

Stupid concussion.

Becky Lynch drove them back to the hotel. Sami wasn’t in the right frame of mind to drive, and Kevin couldn’t operate a car in his state if he wanted to. He didn’t ask her to but, somehow, yet again, Becky was there to rescue them and get them where they needed to be. 

She was good for that. 

When they got to the hotel, Becky didn’t leave them. Not yet. He’d no sooner gotten out of the vehicle than she was propping him up the best she could. It made him feel bad, to do that to her, but his knees were crap enough that he could barely get through the lobby and Sami’s back was too messed up to support them both. Somehow, Seth Rollins showed up and ducked under his other shoulder. 

It was confusing. When had he shown up? Was he in the car with them? He hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had and just forgot.

Kevin tried not to think about why the hell Seth would do that. 

Probably for Becky. 

Certainly not for him. 

When the four of them got to his hotel room, Seth held out his hand for the keycard. He gave it to Becky instead. Opening the door for them both, she helped them inside, putting his stuff on the luggage rack as Seth guided Kevin to the bed.

Becky asked him if he was ok. He wasn’t. Hell, the only thing he could register was her lips moving, reading them and imagining her deep brogue inside his still-pounding head

He just nodded. The couple left soon after that, with Seth casting a sympathetic look behind as he did.

Kevin was grateful that he’d forget that part. Far be it from him to be kind to the dickhead at a later date.

Showers were out of the question. So was food. So was pretty much anything except crawling into the king bed on opposite sides and leaving the world behind for the night. Sami stripped down to his boxers for bed, declining the offer of one of Kevin’s spare shirts because of course even then he would be a stubborn ass. 

Somewhere, between the haze and fog of Kevin’s vision, he registered that Sami was shaking.  

Sami hadn’t looked like himself forever, or, at least, not the version of Sami that Kevin had fallen in love with. But there was something new to him. 

Not fear. 

Not tears. 

Rage. 

Pure, unfettered fury edging around Sami’s features that Kevin wasn’t sure if he should be worried about or celebrating. He’d always loved seeing that side of Sami, the side that was unafraid and unyielding, but he also knew that when Sami got emotional, he got stupid.

Kevin decided he’d go with celebrating. As long as Sami didn’t try and do something idiotic like face The Bloodline alone, Kevin would welcome the change in attitude.

Wait…

Kevin’s train of thought stopped. Hadn’t he already considered that?

Kevin looked around… and realized he’d already forgotten how he got back to the hotel room.

God, his brain was so messed up.

“Sami…” he said, wavering on his feet.

In an instant, Sami was beside him, holding him up. He was talking, saying something, but Kevin couldn’t make it out. Everything fucking hurt and the audio feed was nothing but static.

“Kev,” he saw Sami say, and everything else melted together as the world turned sideways.

..........

Kevin was in bed. How had that happened?

He looked to his right… and saw Sami, his back resting against the headboard, and looking at his phone.

The light was on and way too bright but he was grateful for the chance to look around. The hotel room looked like every other hotel room across America, although he wasn’t sure where this one in particular was.

He groaned. Everything hurt.

It got Sami’s attention and a moment later, Sami was off his phone, laying beside him. Kevin tried to get a good look at him through the pain and, fuck he was gorgeous. The fire in his eyes, he’d missed that so much.

Or at least, he thought he had.

What was his brain doing…

Oh.

Stupid concussion.

“You OK?” Sami asked. His voice was off, as if someone was trying to feed it through an old speaker that was equal parts muffled and crackling and, as he tried to register what was going on, it occurred to him that he was in bed with Sami Zayn.

Why…

Why the hell was Sami in bed with him?

“Sami?” he asked, his own voice muffled as well, “Why are you here? Where’s your family?”

He didn’t mean to say it. Or maybe he did.

Regardless, he knew he’d struck a nerve because Sami turned away from him sharply, climbing out of bed and walking away.

Whatever. He was probably just there to finish him off in his sleep or some shit. That was if he was kind enough not to smother him while awake. Still, everything fucking hurt and he needed to turn off, however that might work out.

He reached over, setting his alarm for the next morning. He didn’t even know if he’d set it right but he really couldn’t care less. If he missed his flight he’d get a new one, there was no way in hell he was making it to Raw on Monday anyway. 

He knew a concussion when he had one.

Stupid concussion.

Everything hurt, and as Kevin laid on his back trying not to scream, he forced his eyes closed and his brain to sleep. 

..........

It was sometime in the early hours of the morning when Kevin woke up with a weight against his chest.  

His eyes opened slowly and, fuck, his head was pounding, but something was pressing against his side. 

Reaching up to feel it, making sure to be gentle on his wrist which was especially sore for some reason, he found long, sweat-damp curls laying against his chest. 

Sami was curled against him.  Crying in his sleep.

Somewhere in KO’s mind, he had a notion of familiarity, like it had happened before, recently even. But fuck if nothing was making sense at that point and, actually, what the hell was Sami doing in bed with him anyway?

Kevin’s fingers flexed through the curls as he tried to remember what had led to his current arrangement. He’d had a match against Roman, he knew that. The way his whole body felt like he’d been eaten by a wolf and shat off a cliff suggested he’d lost.

But why was Sami there? Had something gone wrong?

Had Sami been…

Kevin still couldn’t hear him. Everything sounded like he was underwater. Still, Kevin had held Sami while crying enough times to know what he felt like. Shaking him, he said Sami’s name. Once, Twice. Three times. He was on the fourth when Sami startled, shifting suddenly.  

“Hey,” Kevin said.  

And then, Sami was gone, moved to the other side of the bed lying on his back. It was hard to see him in the dark; the only light was the cracked bathroom door that Sami always insisted on leaving open. But the light was still around the corner and coming from behind Sami, so it was doing little to illuminate him.

Reaching over, Kevin ran his fingers against Sami’s hair, swiping down across his shoulder. He was so stiff and still shaking and Kevin needed to see him, to face him, if he could just get his body to move... 

It took effort and sucked greatly but after a bit, he managed to turn on his side to face Sami. It was still too dark to make out details but as his eyes began to adjust to the light, he realized Sami wasn’t even acknowledging him. He was simply laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Despite the pain in his… everything, there was still enough extra pain in his soul to register his heart breaking.

Kevin’s hand came to rest on Sami’s bare chest.

“Please,” Kevin said. “Please.” 

He didn’t know what he was asking.  Or who he was asking. 

God, he was so fucking tired. 

His eyes began to close again but he fought it. Sami was more important. Sami needed him. Reaching over, he took Sami by the shoulder as carefully as he could and put just enough pressure on it to make his point. 

Come back to me. 

Back to my arms. 

Back where you belong. 

Kevin didn’t know you could plead with someone through a touch but there he was, all but on his knees asking for mercy for them both.

There was no response at first but, after an agonizingly long time, Sami shifted, turning to face him. There was still a distance between them, always far too much distance, but it was an improvement. Again making sure not to strain his wrist, Kevin lowered his hand, resting it above Sami’s hip. Strangely, Sami let him.

Something had definitely happened.

He searched his brain for answers and found none.

He sighed.

Stupid concussion.

He wanted to kiss Sami. Maybe if he could just kiss Sami, he’d remember. Taste whatever victory Sami might have earned without him on his lips. But he didn’t. There was no kiss, no profession of love, nothing that would constitute Sami’s willingness to forgive him.

Forgiveness.

Kevin was pretty sure he’d already done that part. How the hell could he stay mad at Sami? Sami, his Sami, his soulmate. All he’d wanted for months was to save him. To protect him. To break him away from The Bloodline for his own good.

Right?

A thought filtered through his hazy brain. An image of Sami standing across from him, wiping blood off his face, smearing it onto his white wrist tape.

Maybe not then. He should get on that.

Sometime. It was an issue for future KO to deal with.

At that moment, he just needed to get through the night.

Sami was still shaking and Kevin wished he could see Sami’s eyes through the darkness; That he could admire and cherish the fire there, the righteous rage from his soul reignited.

Kevin couldn’t help but think it would be the most beautiful sight in the world.

And a little bit scary.

But, he couldn’t see it, the light was far too dim, and even if he could, it would just be another memory stolen from him by the events of the night.

Still, he needed to be closer. He needed it, he craved it, even if he forgot it all, maybe, maybe…

He shifted again and pushed his arm forward, nudging at Sami’s head. Through all impossibility, Sami lifted his head, allowing Kevin to slide under him. For a second, his heart caught for a moment, the tiniest flicker of hope still burning growing stronger. But the distance remained, Sami moved no closer and didn’t relax.

A tear Kevin hadn’t even realized had formed rolled down his face.

It was the most he was going to get. For that night. Potentially forever. And as he tried to hold onto the sensation, he knew in his heart he was going to remember none of it.

Stupid concussion.

It didn’t matter. Again, they just needed to get through the night. Whatever came next, they’d figure it out later.

Kevin felt vibrations against his arm, almost as if Sami was speaking. To speak through the pain and agony whatever was on his mind.

Kevin still couldn’t hear him properly. It was probably better that way.

But in his mind, his concussion-addled mind, Kevin wondered what Sami might have been saying. What words of comfort he might have been trying to speak. 

Or, words of aggression. 

Kevin’s eyes drifted shut. The pain was too much. The aches and pounding and agony were just too damn much and, against every will or wish that he had, he felt the world slipping away and into darkness.

….......

It was morning.

And his phone was ringing.

Kevin’s eyes cautiously opened as he immediately registered an entire body’s worth of sore.

His phone was still ringing.

Reaching over, he picked it up. The number… he knew that number, what was it...

He hit the button to answer.

“Hello?” he asked. God, he sounded awful.

“Hey Kevin,” a nasal voice on the other end sounded. Funny, he remembered it being sharper than that. “It’s Seth.”

“Wha—” Kevin looked at the number again. “Why are you calling me?”

“Just checking in. You got pretty smashed up last night. Wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Kevin shook his head, immediately regretting it. “Ok, again, why?”

“Hey, I’m not that big an asshole. Just because we have our differences doesn’t mean I want to see you brain damaged.”

Brain damaged….

Kevin thought for a moment, trying to remember what had happened the night before, but it was all a blur. He was in a hotel room, that much was true, but he had no recollection of getting there or of the match that he was obviously beat to hell from. Why the hell didn’t he rememb…

Brain damaged…

Oh.

Fuck, how bad a concussion did he have?

“What happened?” he asked.

“Your eggs got scrambled, Kevin, aren’t you paying attention?”

“No, I get the concussion, that’s why I’m asking. What the hell happened in the match.”

“You lost.”

“I figured that. What happened with Sami? Is Sami OK? Did he…”

A brief flash of the night before came rippling through his mind. The feeling of long, tangled curls against his fingers. Against his chest. A familiar weight resting against his chest for the first time in forever.

“Seth,” Kevin said slowly, “Sami. Was he here?”

Kevin heard Seth sigh on the other end before responding. “Look, if you want a blow by blow, call my wife. You like her better anyway. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Kevin scowled. “I’m not dead. Thanks for your concern.”

“Good luck finding a ride to the airport. I was going to offer but I have a qualifying match tomorrow for Elimination Chamber. Maybe you can find your way out of the lobby to an uber. Just make sure there’s an elevator waiting before you step through the doors.”

“Fuck you, Seth.”

“Yeah, figured. Whatever. Just don’t do anything stupider than usual or Becky will blame me.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have time for Seth.

“Go to hell,” he grumbled and, pulling the phone back, hung up on him. He really was an asshole, regardless of what he said.

Kevin got out of bed and stretched. It was a mistake, he felt like he’d been run over by a freight train, but he managed to get himself up and, after using the bathroom, headed to his suitcase to get ready.

He was midway through getting dressed when he noticed the time on the clock.

12:47 PM.

What?!?

His mind raced as he looked at his phone to double check. Yep, it was after noon and, somehow, his alarm hadn’t gone off. He brought up the app, had he messed up in setting it…

Oh.

The alarm was turned to OFF.

It was set to OFF and there was a note listed for it.

“Check the dresser.”

What the fuck?

Getting up he hobbled over to the dresser. There was a note, scribbled on the hotel notepad.

I turned off your alarm. You needed the sleep. Room’s taken care of for another two nights. Hunter’s handling your flight.

Take your time. You’re on concussion protocol anyway so don’t bother showing up to Raw or Smackdown for a while.

See you whenever. I have work to do.

- Sami

Kevin’s brow furrowed. Sami had been there. He’d not only been there, he’d spent the night.

But why?

He tried to remember, straining against the brain fog but nothing was coming through. Had they turned on Sami? Had Sami tried to save him?

What? The Fuck? Had Happened???

Flashes of black, red, and orange coursed through his brain. The feeling of being chained up, the feeling of being slammed against stairs, being kicked in the head repeatedly, and everything turning to grey.

And, one final flash, the sight of Sami Zayn, holding a chair in front of him… and then using it on Roman Reigns.

Looking at the note again, his fingers brushed against Sami’s name at the bottom. Sami had left a note. He’d spent the night and he’d left a note.

Did Sami care? Were they friends again? Is that what they were? He looked at the notepad again.

San Antonio, TX, it read.

Kevin rolled his eyes. He really fucking hated Texas. Nothing good ever happened in Texas. At least whatever happened this time, he wouldn’t have to deal with remembering it. His pride still stung from being dragged out of Wrestlemania by the Texas Rangers.

Still, he wished he knew what happened. Not in the match, but after. He wanted to know what Sami had said, what he’d done.

If Sami had forgiven him.

His head hurt too much to process it. He put the notepad down and, having a drink from a bottle that someone had been kind enough to leave on the dresser beside the notepad, crawled back into bed. He needed more sleep and if Hunter was handling everything, he was in good hands.

Doing his best to relax, he pulled the covers over himself, drifting away again. And, as he did, memories came back.

Not of the night before. But of a dream.

A vivid, agonizing dream that he couldn’t place. There were no details to it, no context, no plot.

Just one image.

The image of a fallen angel. His angel, transformed into a demon with broken, bloody wings, bared fangs, and crimson horns sprouted from flaming orange hair.

Guardian no more. Now bent on vengeance.

And as that dream faded into oblivion, Kevin Owens headed into the next one.

#Fanfiction #Shanie's Fanfiction #Series: He Used To Be Mine #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens #Zowens

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WIP ask game, what's "I'll be the light"? 👁️

oh this one i have mentioned to you before, it's the one that’s a fullblown au i probably won’t ever actually write in fic form, because tbh the ideal form in my head is a longer running thing w/ minor plots in addition to the main plot and i’m not doing all that lol but, it’s the au where dr doom kills the silver surfer and also, accidentally, the fantastic four, and then johnny forms a new f4 w/ wyatt, becky and jen mostly out of a sense of responsibility to his friends more than a desire to replace his family...

it’s not like, “written out” but i have fairly detailed notes for some scenes:

So killing the Silver Surfer and taking his silver skin as armor—in a renewed attempt to bring his mother and father back from the dead, Victor von Doom (ruler of Latveria) attempts to open a rift to the negative zone. The intent is to use the power cosmic and the negative/opposing energies of that opposite universe +magic and science to counter the main timeline, thus making their deaths opposite: so they are alive. Using his silver surfer armor.

Naturally the Fantastic Four go to try to stop this new chrome-coated doom (full skin-tight armor deal, no cloth, just cloak), and this is where some of the inspiration comes from the mega-doom stuff and Fraction's run (even though there's a lot to criticize about those runs). Victor von Doom, empowered with the power cosmic and negative energies and his own mix of magic and science, fights the Fantastic Four, all chromed up.

His rift stuff is once again chaotic, the energy a powerful rift lashing out with pulses of power, almost like a small sun which he struggles to control. Plasma and shit. He is weaponizing the chaos tho and using the rift itself + his new silver surfer powers and regular magic to fight the f4. These bursts do weird shit to whatever they touch. Also gravitational pull. Things happen—a burst makes Ben's rocks into flesh, makes Reed melt, makes sue… something… fireworks… explodes against johnny's flame (extinguishing him in parts sporadically)

So we have the fantastic four trying to persevere… ben with his rocks crumbling off of him in the cosmic wind of the rift, reed like so much taffy slowly melting and struggling forward, sue a bundle of lit-up neurons and sparkles, and johnny's fire flickering on and off, parts of him exposing and burning and other parts getting fire, all over. Pieces of the castle are coming off and being sucked in or vaporized. Each member of the fantastic four is grabbed by a beam of negative zone, drawn up into the air as victor too levitates, like the spokes of a wheel.

Weakened, Reed snakes over to reach for doom, and doom grabs him by the face. And reed asks victor… why? Reed knows how dangerous the negative zone is. And doom killed the silver surfer for this. Why? Can you not accept that your parents are dead? Why?

NO! doom says "I cannot accept that which I have the power to remedy!" Says "My reflection in the mirror is, every moment of every day, a reminder of my failure! A mistake which I seek to correct! Which I have the power to rectify!" And to that Reed says, "no. your scars are not a failure, victor. They are a testament to the fact that you cared enough to try in the first place. And that's what matters more than anything else. That you cared. But you don't have to do this, Victor. They're dead, and that won't change. That cannot change. But as you said, you have power. Look at your kingdom." And doom looks. "Your people. They love you. You use your position of power to do right by them. Is that failure? Using the past to change the present. Preventing future deaths like those of your mother. Your father. Is that failure? You don't need to bring them back to right a wrong, Victor. You've already righted so many just by being where you were needed, when you were needed."

For a moment, Victor is mollified. Gentled, even, with his armored hand on Reed's face.

Reed continues: "Doing this, though… Repeating the past… Doing the same thing, expecting anything different to happen. Victor, that's just foolish." Vulnerable to attack—Reed tightens around him like a snake and shouts "Johnny!" as Victor realizes he's been tricked and grabs Reed's face back with a howl (also offended at being called a fool)

(J: "But—") R: "NOW, LAD!" in the midst of a struggle

johnny heats victor's armor, burning reed's face and all of victor, but as victor throws the injured reed down, he begins to pull johnny's energy into the armor and it builds and builds, and johnny can't stop him.

The rift is gaining power with doom at the center of it all, chrome and glowing with power, the silhouettes of his parents' shadows slowly easing into being even as his castle crumbles, the f4 held up in the air unable to escape… reed wounded, sue???? doing something? Shielding them? ben hollering.

And linked to Victor and the rift… Johnny's power goes nova. Through himself and Victor simultaneously, growing and growing—He goes either nova or supernova, not sure which… it expands and expands and expands and he and victor are screaming and sue is struggling and flickering and then—it goes inward.

The rift implodes with its own power and the power of johnny's nova, briefly just whiteness, and sends out a shockwave almost like a nuke but it encompasses the globe in a wave of shimmering pink and blue cosmic waves like TAKATAKATAKATAKA sort of an EMP that briefly causes a global blackout and auroras in every inch of sky before the power comes back. Not even sue's shields can withstand this power.

Within a 100 foot range at least, it's just… a crater where victor's lab used to be, with johnny at ground zero, extinguished, burning flesh, for all appearances a bubbling corpse—and everything and everyone else is gone. Vaporized. The f4 are gone. Victor is gone. The rift is gone. It is empty, and silent. Just… johnny… lying unconscious.

Johnny twitches and opens his eyes. The left pupil is opaque. One earring has evaporated, the other melting down his ear and now cooling. He is already healing because of his fire powers and how they relate to burns. He's still gonna be blind in one eye and scarred. Also half naked because not even his unstable molecular suit could withstand the blast (nor any of his jewelry). His hair is partially burned off. He sits up, slowly, and tweaks a loose lock of singed hair.

#asks #kitausuret #arghwrites