#i'm going crazy over Jon do you know how much i love that man

[steakout-05]

OK SO THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW GARF MOVIE CAME OUT (and of course youtube didnt tell me about it until now) AND!!! ITS SO CUTE!!!!!! so here's me yelling and screaming and fanboying about how much i love how this movie looks so far :D

ok first off, BABY GARF!!! HE IS A TINY BALL!!! LITTOL GUY!!!! :D

he's so miniscule! so microscopic! an atom! he's tiny!!! but he's just living in a box who would abandon such a little guy :( (his dad probably. yeah he's in this movie and i hope Garfield's mum is also in here because she appeared in a classic Garfield special and she's so lovely)

after this scene we see our first look at Jon (my beloved) eating alone at an Italian restaurant, and like, this means so much to me. look at these shots:

i'm not sure if they're in order or not but like. look at the way he watches the family! he has a look of bittersweet love and sadness in his eyes and i'm just,,, 🥺 he just wants to be a dad.... i love how Jon has always kinda been portrayed as a father figure to his pets, in classic shows and specials he calls Garf and Odie his boys, in Garfield Gets Real he calls them his kids and now here, he wants to be a father so bad i'm going to burst into tears i love this man

the garf appears!! the littol baby has arrived!! the tiny little miniscule microscopic molecule atom of a cat has approached the window!!!

the way Jon puts his finger to the window, the way he cuddles baby Garf with so much tender loving care and adoration..... he's so sweet i love him!! how can people hate this man?? look at him!!! look this sweet and loving father figure in the eyes and tell him you hate him. you cannot. he's too pure for this world

also i haven't mentioned this yet, but it's commonly accepted in the Garfield fandom that Garfield was born in a pizza shop and then was transferred to a pet shop where Jon then adopted Garfield in 1978, but to be honest, i didn't really like the pet shop part of that backstory. the pizza place part was great but i dunno, Jon just going to a pet shop and buying Garfield isn't as heartfelt to me. this backstory though? i LOVE. two lonely creatures meeting each other and forming a family is so adorable and sweet, especially for modern Garfield. i feel like we need less cynicism in modern Garfield and more stuff like this i love it so much,,, also this movie looks fucking beautiful holy shit

i really like this part because like, Garfield didn't develop his bizarrely huge diet over time. dude was BORN with it. and like look at that look on Jon's face, he looks like he hasn't even finished processing what just happened yet and is just staring into the mist wondering what and how and why that happened. beautiful. also that second image is really funny to me it should have a silly ominous text post caption on it

also this shot, i didn't notice it the first time but holy shit the look of absolute HORROR on Jon's face!! he is witnessing the TRUE extent of Garfield's powers and he is NOT ready for it man i love this shot so much

okok so what i REALLY LOVE about this specific shot is that it reminds me of a classic Garfield strip where Jon is attempting to give Garfield a bath!! here's the strip it reminds me of:

Jon doesn't actually wear anything but like. the fact that he has to go through so much preparation to give Garfield a bath so he doesn't claw him up in the movie, it just has to be a reference to this strip it's gotta be man i'm betting money on it. also hiii Lyman :)

this scene is so fucking pretty!!! look at the warm colours! it feels so homely and it's exactly how i feel reading my dad's old Garfield comic books! all the warm bright colours and gentle lighting, all the freshly baked lasagna that i really wanna eat because it's so delicious looking.... how can people say that Jon doesn't feed Garfield when he is RIGHT THERE grating extra cheese for him because he knows Garfield likes extra everything in his lasagna. such a sweet adorable man :') i'd like to see ihatejonarbuckle make a good rebuttal to THIS

there's some other neat little references in this movie too, like the Stuck On You plushies made by Dakin being referenced with Garfield smacking into a car after his dad throws him out of a train,

and a reference to the giant Garfield balloon at a Macy's Thanksgiving parade that makes me think that 'Garfield' the comic is canon in this movie, it's created by Jon (cause y'know he's supposed to be a cartoonist) and it's based off his own stories with Garfield and it is now an international phenomenon like in our world. neat!

the question is though, does Garfield know he's a worldwide sensation or does he have absolutely no idea? it'd be funny if it was the latter option honestly cause he'd be extremely confused yet flattered as to why there's a random giant balloon dedicated to him in the city

so the big dude on the left is Garfield's dad, but also, this reminds me of this other Garfield comic where Garfield meets his former self from 1978 and they proceed to eat all the food in the fridge together. thought that was cool :D

(it'd be really funny if this was Garfield's dad and he was messing with Garfield by telling him they are one in the same haha)

oh yeah and here's the two of them eating everything in Jon's fridge from the movie:

see what i mean? there's a similarity there and i think it's really funny. also Jon's probably thinking "wtf there's two of them now???" like Garfield got so fat that he just split into two cats or something lol

so! does it look like a good movie? abso-fucking-lutely yes!!! i am SO excited to go see this one! i think this is the best Garfield media we've gotten in YEARS! i love the colours and the shots, i love the slight modern redesign they gave Jon, Odie looks a little weird but he's still super fun and adorable, and while i do find it odd that the Garfield balloon looks more like Garfield than he does, i do like how expressive the characters' eyes are and it's miles better than the previous 3D Garfs we got! i really wanna see this movie and boy am i going to be RAVING about it for WEEKS this blog will be FILLED with Garfield for the next few weeks when this goes digital!! super jazzed to see it!!

and with that, here's one more comparison that i think is extremely funny:

#garfield #garfield movie #garfield 2024 #jon arbuckle #odie #SCREAMING AND SCREAMING #AAAAGAAHAGAHGA #i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS MOVIE YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!! #watch this go from a jetpack joyride blog to a garfield blog immediately after the movie releases #this is the one thing i have to see this is the only movie i want to see it's gonna be so worth it #the world needed more of jon being a dad and they finally delivered #i'm going crazy over Jon do you know how much i love that man #he's such a babygirl and a dilf and a malewife and a cringefail and a relatable self insert all in one #how can you not love him #anyway enough Jon simping it's time for GARFIELD MOVIE SWEEP!!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!

[findafight]

Byler is sooooo good like childhood best friends?? Would do nearly anything for each other? Extreme pining?? Phenomenal. it makes me crazy. but also. Also. Unrequited Byler. For Mike.

Consider, season four fix it everything is mostly fine back in Hawkins, and Will is finally like "I can't keep doing this to myself. I have to have some self respect!!" And Jonathan and Argyle are like yes!! Yes little man!! Do it! We love you! You do what is best for you!!

So Will starts the slow process of Getting Over Mike. It's hard, because they're friends, and all their friends are friends, but worth it. He's tied so much of himself up into Mike that it hurts to disentangle from him, but he does it. Slowly.

Over the summer of '86, with the upside down actually gone and collapsed, Will gains more confidence in himself, more relaxed and self assured, not second guessing everything he does.

The rest of the party is thrilled to see him, to have him back, and even if he's stiff around Mike, they figure it's because Mike and El broke up (or, well, El broke up with Mike because he couldn't say he loved her, and that he was obviously hurting Will, and a great number of other things) and El is Will's sister. Dustin and Lucas fight over who gets to introduce Will to Eddie and are both beaten by Steve who walks in, Eddie on his heels and goes "hey will! This is Eddie, he's a GN or whatever too." With a smile. (Dustin shrieks to correct him but Will sees the smile Steve has and suspects he knows what he's doing.)

So the summer goes, the boys play dnd and talk about girlfriends or lack thereof, and Will barely squirms when he thinks about how he doesn't want one. Jonathan said it was ok. That he'd love him always and that his friends would too, but it's scary. It's always going to be a bit scary, he thinks.

And Will notices things. He notices how, when Jonathan reassures him it'll be fine, his eyes catch on Argyle smiling and nodding along to something Steve is saying. How Argyle always grins a bit too wide when he spots Jon enter a room, a bit too dopey; how their fingers graze against each other.

He notices how Eddie doesn't really mention girls; how Jeff doesn't talk about anyone really. How Steve will smirk at Robin and gently nudge her sometimes and she'll splutter and laugh; how Eddie and Steve will grin and tease and lean into each other's spaces and lean away again blushing but not awkward.

He refuses to notice Mike.

Of course, everybody notices when something shifts between Eddie and Steve, how they start to slot together easily, less blushing. How, when Dustin is asking Steve why he and Robin still aren't dating, Steve shrugs and says "because I'm dating Eddie."

Will notices how Jonathan's eyes go wide, and he looks like he wants to ask a question but doesn't. Mike, however, does.

"so, like, you were faking the whole time?"

And Steve raises a singular eyebrow and explains that for him, someone's gender was never really part of the equation of whether he liked them or not. He was just kinda slow on the uptake that that isn't the case for everyone. How sometimes for some people it does matter, but they like boys and girls and people not either of those (which Will didn't know you could be, inbetween or outside of boy and girl.) He wasn't faking. He liked Nancy Wheeler and he liked those other girls and he likes Eddie.

Then Will notices Argyle nodding and smiling, Jonathan gaping a little bit, brows scrunched together, Nancy chewing her lip. He decides to leave that.

Nothing actually changes because of the revelation, just that now the Party knows. Or. Nothing changes in regards to Steve and Eddie. Jonathan and Argyle, it seems, do plan on changing. Will comes home one day to find Argyle sitting on the counter holding Jon's face tenderly, pecking kisses around his face. He walks out the door and stomps noisily up the steps to give them a chance.

And slowly Will notices that it doesn't hurt, not anymore, being around Mike. Doesn't make his chest ache with longing or his stomach turn.

He thinks he'll always love Mike, in a special way, in the way Steve once told him he still loved Nancy. That special place a first love that broke your heart burrowed but you wouldn't change it because it was important to you. Helped you grow. Steve said that no love is wasted, even if it didn't last in the way you expected it to. He said it with a smile, that day. That Maybe it ends or maybe it fizzles or maybe it just changes into some other kind of love. And that's good too.

When Steve talks like that, Will wonders when he got so wise, and then wonders when he himself got so wise. A side effect, perhaps, of getting your heart broken by a Wheeler.

Will doesn't think he's actually in love with Mike anymore. And that's good.

He tells Jon first. That he thinks he and Mike can be friends, that he wants them to be friends, that it doesn't really hurt as much anymore, to hear Mike complain about girls. Jon hugs him. Tells him he's proud of him. Tells him he's so strong and brave and is growing up so much.

Will hangs out with the party and just. Sorta tells them one day that he's gay. He never actually said the words before, because Jonathan just knew, but it's a sort of thrilling experience, how he'd imagine skydiving to be. El smiles and holds his hand. Lucas and Dustin smile and clamber to hug him, thanking him for telling them and trusting them and that they're so happy for him. Robin highfives him, welcomes him to the club. Eddie ruffles his hair and smiles. Steve just says "good job figuring yourself out, little man!" And Will laughs.

Mike just stares.

It hurts, but not as much as it would have six, four, or even a month ago. Will shrugs it off as they get on with their plans for the day.

And then, somehow, it's been a year since they beat vecna, and El is happier than she's ever been. Will is too. They can both say they are completely over Mike Wheeler.

Will is glad, because both of them have had too much stress for their whole lives. One day, in the Hopper-Byers livingroom, as they all do their own thing and bask in each other's company, she tells Hopper she thinks she's like Steve. Hop just looks at her blankly, Will and Joyce and Jonathan watching, and she shakes her head, saying "I am not always a girl and not always a boy and not always either. I do not care if the person I like is a boy or a girl or like me. It is nice to just be. To wear fun clothes that are comfy and to like someone who likes me. That is how I am like Steve."

And oh. That makes sense. It makes sense for El and it makes sense for Steve. Will gets why Steve carefully said 'boys and girls and people not either or both' when he came out. It makes something warm bloom in Will's chest that someone would be careful like that, for someone else's sake, even if they weren't sure, if it was just in case. Makes him so happy that El has someone like her, because he knows how lonely it is being different and she has already been different most of her life.

El tells the party the next day, the same exact way. She grins at Steve, who is smiling through tears, and thanks him for explaining it to her. Dustin, once again, nearly tackles her in a hug, stopped only by Max's crutches as she heaves El into a spin, kissing her cheek. Mike thanks her for telling them.

So it goes, sophomore year bleeding into junior year, all the petty dramas of highschool overshadowing what happened in the upsidedown. Robin and Eddie and Steve follow Jonathan and Argyle to Chicago, Nancy meeting them when she's finished school, and tell the Party to call. At the send off, Robin wraps Will in a tight hug, whispering that she gets it, gets knowing without having the words to talk about it. How she's proud of her little buddy and he'd better give her all the gossip about the party, as though Max isn't taking diligent notes to share with her.

Will stands beside Mike, leaning against him, as they watch Dustin and Steve sob into each other's shoulder, and is happy they're friends.

A few weeks after, in October, Mike starts acting really weird

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #Jonathan byers #steve harrington #el hopper #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #robin buckley #argyle stranger things #jargyle #fruity four #spicy six #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #i cannot believe i wrote all this and then didnt even get to the mike have unrequited feelings part #anyways I'll write part two later #genderqueer steve harrington #genderqueer el hopper

[bellysoupset]

Can i ask for a sick lucas and sick jonah where the boys have to take care of them at the same time but jonah finds a way to injure himself i guess . I know it all over the place but pls do it if possible thank you and absolutely love your work .ps:bonus points for lots of puke

delicious delicious prompt. rubbing my greasy hands all over this.

I call this fic: How Self Indulgent Can I Be?

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Jonah was not feeling well. Somehow, for some reason, he had been roped into helping with a beneficent dinner. Why he was put on kitchen duty, he had no idea. Vince would've been a better pick, Leo would've been better, hell, bloody Atwo-

"Hi man" Luke interrupted his thoughts and Jonah grumbled. Well, there he was. Speaking of the devil.

Jonah lifted his head from the egg salad he was making and glared at Lucas, only to immediately frown. Whatever malaise Jonah was feeling - his head was swimming, his stomach churning and the onion smell was not helping, his eyes watering like crazy - was reflected on Luke's face.

For once he seemed to be completely drained.

"Are you alright?" he asked, because Jonah Banks was not an asshole, it didn't matter what Lucas said.

Luke winced, "yeah, lunch just isn't sitting right."

Jonah wrinkled his nose "and you think it's wise to come help with the food with a stomach flu?"

"It's not the flu" Luke groaned and rubbed his stomach, "I ate too much, too fast. Forgot I had to be here, so..."

"Smart" Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't blame Luke. He felt pretty much the same. His lunch was swirling around his belly.

"You're the one-" Luke interrupted himself with a burp that he didn't care to muffle or excuse himself for, "to speak. You're looking pasty."

"Thanks, go fuck yourself," Jonah grumbled and moved away from him, putting as much distance as the crowded kitchen allowed.

There had been a growing tension between the two of them ever since Jonah had quit the team. In one hand he understood he had let people down quitting mid season like that, and he knew Lucas in special was unhealthily attached to team, but in the other hand... It was his health he should be prioritizing and his career. End of story.

Lucas was just being an asshole late-

Jonah's hand dizzily missed the onion he was supposed to be chopping and suddenly blind pain went up his arm, causing him to shout and scramble back.

He left a trail of red as he moved and suddenly there were people on him, the other kitchen staff, promptly wrapping his hand in a dishcloth and shoving him away from the food and the utensils, seeing as he was currently a health hazard.

Jonah fought the wave of dizziness. He was normally pretty good dealing with blood - he was a doctor after all - but he had already been feeling queasy and seeing all that red was just making it worse.

There was a hand grabbing his bicep and then tugging him out of the kitchen, through the main dining hall. Jonah wasn't sure where Lucas was manhandling him to, but he was just following, his mouth suddenly feeling bitter and wet.

"Jon...?" Leo looked up from where he had been helping with the decoration, "Jonah? Luke, what the fuck- Oh shit, is that blood?!"

Leo's increasingly distressed voice as he rushed to them caught the attention of Vince, who rushed to them in time to catch Jonah stumbling forward.

"Heeey," Vince's voice dragged out, humorously, and not for the first time Jonah thought he should've been the doctor out of the two of them, "you're alright, it's just a little blood-"

"I feel sick," Jonah groaned, while Leo managed to successfully remove Lucas' death grip from his boyfriend's arm and replace it with a gentle hand, "-Like-" Jonah burped and he felt too woozy to bother covering his mouth, "actually sick."

"Fuck," Leo mumbled, "Jon, is this vertigo acting up or-"

"No, I'm just... Get me out of here?"

"Hang on," Vince wrapped an arm around his back, resting a hand on his hip and hooking the fingers on his belt loops. And then he basically carried Jonah out of the building.

Once they all spilled outside, Jonah breathed in deeply through his nose, leaning his head back. It hit Vince's shoulder and he knew he should be embarrassed by how clingy he was being, how uncharacteristic of him, but he felt sick enough he didn't care.

"Cut my hand," he offered up as an explanation, meeting Leo's frantic stare.

"I can see that, babe," Leo smiled, moving closer, "can I peel back the dishcloth? We need to know if you need stitches."

"I- Yeah-" Jonah closed his eyes, turning his face away. He winced as the cloth was slowly unwrapped, tugging at the dried part, "Leo, be careful, I need that hand to do surgery-"

"Hey, Luke, you're looking a little pasty over there," Vince commented, voice loud since Jonah was currently lying on his side. Jonah dared to open his eyes to check.

Atwood was, indeed, looking beyond a little pasty. He was hanging awkwardly behind Leo and there was a smear of blood on his wrist, probably from the kitchen panic when Jon had been too out of it to realize who or what he was grabbing.

"I'm good," Lucas mumbled, stumbling back and sitting down on the garden curb. Jonah shook his head.

"He's sick," he said, before once again focusing on Leo, "so? What's the verdict, doctor?"

Leo opened a smile at the teasing, covering his hand once more, "I don't think it's that deep, but let's just stop by the ER in case, okay? Wendy's there today?" he glanced up, to Vince, who was now entirely focused on Lucas and his worsening condition.

"Yeah, she is..." He frowned, "Luke, we're going to the ER, do you want to tag along...?"

"We?" Jonah repeated, scoffing, "my hand injury is not a class field trip, Leo can walk me there. It's literally a block away."

Leo nodded, looking more amused than worried now, only for a retch to interrupt them all.

Lucas was still sitting on the garden curb, but he had spread his legs apart and his head was hanging limply. His back arched with a heave and then a puddle of horrible white appeared between his boots.

"Shit," Vince groaned, while Jonah promptly reached with his hands to cover his ears and then cursed loudly, since he had forgotten there was a slice across his palm.

"You're okay, I got you-" Leo moved forward to cover his ears, "close your eyes-"

But Leo wasn't actually muffling all that much sound, he was too gentle, and Jonah's stomach was already unsettled to begin with, even worse now that he was back feeling all unsteady on his feet since Vince had scrambled to dot on Lucas like the conjoined twins that they were.

"Leo, fuck-" Jonah squeezed his eyes shut tightly, as if he could block the sound too. No such luck, he could still hear perfectly as Lucas upchucked that gross thing that he could only describe as curdled yoghurt. He gagged at the thought and Leo cursed loud enough to drown out the sound.

"Jon, breathe, just- Just don't listen to Luke, listen to me-"

His stomach, hurting since lunch to begin with, revolted easily and Jonah haphazardly shoved his boyfriend back, but he did it with his dominant and wounded hand and the pain finally sealed the deal.

Vomit exploded out of his mouth, covering the tarmac between them and spraying on the front of Leo's t-shirt, much to Jonah's absolute dismay and disgust.

"Oh fuck, i'm so-" he cut himself with yet another gag, bending in half and puking again, noticing blood had started to run down his arm once more. The sensation was nauseating and unnerving.

"You're okay, you're alright-" Leo said, sounding a little queasy himself and steadying him by the shoulder, "breathe, babe- VIN? A little hand?"

"Sorry, I- Switch with me," Vince said, sounding just as frantic as Leo himself. Jonah dared to open his eyes and immediately regretted it. Lucas was still sitting down on the curb, arms crossed over his knees and forehead resting on them, a mop of chocolate hair shielding his face. The white disgusting vomit, in the other hand, was starkly visible and had stopped just pooling at his foot, but started to run down the curb towards the drain.

Jonah gagged again, bringing up another mouthful of puke, just as Leo let go of his shoulder and Vince took his place.

"Okay, we need to get you away from Luke-" Vince said, sounding more sure footed than Leo, whom Jonah could hear sweet talking Lucas on the background, "just-" Vince, with all the grace of a giant, quickly grabbed Jonah's shoulders and turned him around, facing the opposite side of the building.

"There, stop looking at that mess."

"I puked on Leo."

"Leo's fine," Vince rolled his eyes, glancing past Jonah's shoulder, "right, kid?"

"I AM OLDER THAN YOU!"

"See? He's fine," Vin smiled, "take a deep breath, you're alright."

"I'm... My stomach hurts, my hand hurts, my head-"

"I think you two idiots caught that flu that's going around," Vince sighed, pressing a cool hand on Jonah's forehead, "and you chopped your hand open."

"It's not chopped," Jonah groaned, leaning forward and bracing against the nausea that kept washing over him, rolling in his belly like waves, "I feel fucking awful."

"Figures," Vin thumped his back in a reassuring manner, fingers squeezing his nape, "okay get it all up now, not on my boots-"

Behind them Lucas retched once more, loudly, and Jonah groaned, shaking back and forth.

"Please get him to shut the fuck up," he groaned, squeezing his good hand against his stomach and bringing up another burp, "just get him to stop."

"It's not his fault," Vince glared at him sternly, "Leo, I'm gonna take Jonah to the hospital get his hand fixed, are you good with Luke?"

"I think so?!" Leo sounded so panicked and unsure that Jonah couldn't help but smile even through the queasiness that was threatening to send him puking again, "he's not really saying anything."

"Just keep him company, I'll get Jonah settled and I'll be back in a sec."

"You really should've been a doctor," Jonah mumbled, as Vince once again pulled him into that supportive hold and started to guide him towards the hospital building.

"Yeah, you and my mom both think that," Vince grinned, "but trust me, I'm not built for that."

"Uhm," Jonah paused the walk, straightening up and rubbing his stomach. It was pulsing with the waves of nausea. He hadn't eaten much for lunch but he was regretting anything he had ever eaten, plus the red he could clearly see staining his shirt was not helping, "Leo-"

"Is fine. It was nothing, he'll live," Vince pulled back, squinting to the building they could just see ahead of them, "c'mon, Jon, we're almost there."

They made it to the hospital without further accident and the minute they were inside, Jonah relaxed. He spent so long inside the these walls, they felt more like home than anything else.

"Heard Dr. Banks was downstairs crying over a booboo," Wendy's voice pulled him out of the contact high and Jonah rolled his eyes.

"I opened my hand and I think you gave me your stupid bug," he glared at her, causing Wendy's lips to tug up with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure I infected you, but not my literal boyfriend," she rolled her eyes, then blushed as Vince planted a kiss on her temple, not even bothering to interrupt their banter.

"Vince isn't human," Jonah shrugged, causing the other man to scoff.

"Thanks a lot, Jon," he wrinkled his nose, "I have to go get Lucas, he was also throwing up everywhere."

"And Leo."

"And Leo."

"Leo's also sick?" Wendy raised her eyebrows and Vince shook his head.

"No, he's fine-"

"For now, I did puke all over him," Jonah pointed out, leaning forward and swallowing the urge to be sick all over again as he was reminded he had just vomited all over his boyfriend's shirt.

"Just his shirt."

"He doesn't have an immune system."

"Yeah, well..." for a second the mask slipped and Vince looked just plain tired, but then his smile was back on, "he'll live. Let me go collect the kids."

"Father of the year award," Wendy mocked, tiptoeing to give him a peck, before Vince rushed out of the ER. Jonah raised a judgmental eyebrow and caused her face to turn tomato red.

"You two are disgusting."

"You're the one to say, vomity-boy," Wendy rolled her eyes, "okay, has anyone stitched up your hand yet?"

"No, but they cleaned it and bandaged it" Jonah grimaced as his stomach gurgled unhappily, "get me the bowl, Wen."

She obeyed without a sassy comment, handing it to him and gesturing for a nurse to step forward and hold it, all the while she started stitching up his hand. The area had long gone numb and stopped bleeding at least.

Jonah hung awkwardly over the bowl, taking deep steady breaths as he struggled to keep his stomach in check. He was starting to feel a horrible headache coming on, which he knew was the initial signs of dehydration.

"Can I-" he interrupted himself with a belch and spat in the bowl, ears burning with embarrassment, "can you hook me on a line?"

"Yeah, of course," Wendy's voice had dropped from her usual snarky tone, back to the concerned softness she used with her patients, "you're feeling that bad?"

"I'm dehydrating," Jonah groaned, leaning back on the chair and Wendy gently tapped his knuckles as she finished the last stitch.

"All done, I'm gonna get you an IV, alright? Hang in there."

"Thanks, Wen."

He let his eyes slip closed and it seemed like just a second had passed, but he knew for a fact had to be more, because next he opened them Wendy's face was next to his as she injected something in his IV, the needle already in his arm even though he had no recollection of her inserting it.

"Hey," she smiled, "I'm giving you an antiemetic, is gonna make you sleepy."

"No, don't-"

"You're okay, Leo's just down the hall. He'll be here with you in a second."

"Leo...?" Jonah blinked, trying to situate himself, "what's he doing here?"

"Taking care of you, duh," Wendy rolled her eyes, "he's coming here in a moment, they're just getting Lucas settled."

"They- Lucas is here?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, so surprised it snapped him out of the sleepy feeling, "he doesn't do hospitals."

"Yeah, so I learned," She scoffed, "Vince dragged him here, he's dehydrated. I think he was puking since morning."

"No he wasn't-" Jonah trailed off. The stupid idiot, "tell him I hope he dies."

"I'll let him know you wish him a speedy recovery," Wendy smirked, then looked to his left and pulled back, "I'll go check on him. Leo's here, get some sleep."

Jonah turned his head towards where she was looking and sure enough Leo was there. Looking like he had just wrestled with a bear and wearing what seemed to be Vince's shirt, but there nonetheless.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he smiled brightly, occupying his rightful place right next to Jonah's comfy half lying back chair. Jon scoffed.

"Like hot garbage... You really shouldn't be here, you're going to catch this."

"I think we're way past that point, babe," Leo grinned, then reached in to stroke his face, "you missed out, Luke puked everywhere, all over Vince."

Jonah let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows, "and I'd want to see that because?" he laughed, closing his eyes and letting his head lol, forehead hitting Leo's shoulder.

His boyfriend's shoulder hitched with a chuckle, "it was like The Exorcist."

"You're gonna make me sick, shut up," Jonah muffled a smile against his new shirt, "where did you get this?"

"Vince's backpack," Leo's voice tuned down to a whisper and he kept stroking Jon's cheek softly, toying with his curls, "how's the hand?"

"Can't feel it," Jonah yawned, "can't feel anything to be honest, Wendy just drugged me."

"Good," Leo planted a kiss to his brow, "get some rest."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #jonah banks #lucas atwood #stomach flu #tw: blood

[synergysilhouette]

Very unpopular opinion: original vs rebranded LGBTQIA+ characters (Controversial; may be triggering)

To anyone reading this, I'm just stating an opinion I, as a gay man, have. If you disagree (which I'm sure will be many, MANY people), I respect your opinion and do not look down on what anyone for their preference on the matter. While I disagree with rebranding straight characters, it's not going to make me dislike them or love them any less; it's just a writing choice I'm not a fan of. In comic books, there has been a pattern of straight characters being "rebranded" (for lack of a better word) into LGBTQIA+ characters. Due to the character usually being a bigger name (ie Iceman, whose coming out I rewrote on another post), they get more publicity, say, then a newer character who was created recently and was established early on. Duh. This is because it's harder to market new original characters (especially ones who are LGBTQIA+ characters) since they essentially have no platform. I respect that, though as you can imagine, it's a big change for a character to change their sexuality after many decades. I do want to acknowledge the fact that many LGBTQIA+ people are fine with changes because:

LGBTQIA+ people can be perceived as straight for all their lives when it is to the contrary.

It gives representation to people who come out later in life. This is fair reasoning; it's just not what I agree with. With reason number 1, this essentially means ANY straight character could have their sexuality changed, no matter what. As someone who has criticized straightwashing of LGBTQIA+ characters in my younger years, I'm not cool with this either. There are A LOT of straight characters out there. How about we make more LGBTQIA+ ones rather than just rewriting straight ones? (Note: this is only for main universes. AUs obviously get an exemption.) As for the second reason, I agree that we need moe representarion for people who come out later--but like I said, not like this. Either give us a new, older character who comes out, or give us a new character who seems to be straight but goes through an arc where they come out over the course of a year or two. This is obviously my own opinion, and I invite conversation. This is an unpopular opinion I know, but I just wanted to let people know that just because a person is from a certain background doesn't always mean they're going to share the same opinions with others like them. For example, my favorite Robin Tim Drake was revealed to be into guys last year, and honestly? DC has had issues with marketing Tim for YEARS, and this does read to me as a way to try and get him to be more unique and popularize him; it doesn't feel authentic to me. Sexuality shouldn't be a marketing tool to get you to like someone, IMO. Plus it was crazy that he got a story in DC's Pride comic, but Batman's bisexual friend Ghost-Maker (who debted before Tim's coming out story) only got a comic. While characters like Daken, Wiccan, Jon Kent and Hulkling have managed to gain popularity as "original" LGBTQIA+ characters (and I'm counting Jon since he recently got older to a point where sexuality could be explored), "rebranded" ones have much more of a foothold, and aside from going against my own preferences, it feels like hollow representation.

#dc comics #Marvel #marvel comics #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt representation #gay #bisexual

[notreallygoodwnames]

Straight to the point, I love Illicio by @that-one-girl-behind-you , I have read it for the fourth time now cause I'm waiting for the next chapter. And believe when I say I will read by the fifth time, but I'm afraid if do so it becomes boring. So instead of re-reading it, I'm gonna list my favorite parts and why I love it so much (and simping over Gerry Keay).

[SPOILERS OF ILLICIO]

1. The introduction

I know, this sounds boring, the first time I just skipped it but i decided to read later, and oh boy, the phrase The Eye needs someone who has loved monsters. Someone who will do so again totally got me. Gerry totally loves the monsters, his mother, Gertrude, and Jon.

2. Gerry being brought back to life

when Basira, Jon, and Melanie discuss what they should do about Gerry, he is just like It's going to sound crazy, but may I suggest you ask Gerry? This man totally got me, he has just been brought from death and is just chill and sarcastic and cool.

3. He decided to help people AGAIN

Of course, the first thing he decided is to start saving people from the fears again, even though he considered just living his life apart from it but he couldn't do it. He took the chance to help people and live the life he could have.

4. Gerry and Melanie

After getting that bullet out of Melanie, she and Gerry started hanging out even though at the start they weren't friends Gerry reassured her, she was not weak, not defenseless, she was a tiger. From there I love how their friendship progress, all the protectiveness, all the fondness, all the evil books they haunt and burn together. Best friendship ever I can't wait until they meet again.

5. Gerry and Jon

well duh, JonGerry were my favorite parts. All the little touches on the head, on the hand, being comfortable in the space of each other is like their saying, it's ok, I'm here, we're here it just...it melts my heart every time. They started slowly of course, but once they got there they talk. They couldnt just ignore all the problems with the entities, or leave Martin behind. But that didn't stop them from becoming boyfriends in the middle supporting each other with every problem.

6. Gerry and Martin

Ok, so they didn't start with the right foot. Martin disconnecting from everyone wasn't nice how much it hurt for my baby. Of course, he had to do it and everyone respected that, except for Gerry. He was like "during my whole life I help people from getting hurt by the entities and this guy just straight walks on it. Like hell he isn't". He talks with Martin, jokes with him, infuriating him, making him laugh, not just because he feels he has to but he likes Martin, cares for him. AND WENT INTO THE FUCKING LONELY FOR HIM. If that ain't love idk wtf it is.

7. Jon and Martin

Ofc, this is the ship that the fandom live for and i liked see it from a different perspective. It hurt how they have to be apart but they still worry about each other and were about to do anything if it mean keeping each other safe. Because if you dont know they love each other.

8. JonGerryMartin on the cottage house

you know what I mean, this is the best part of the fanfic for me. So sweet, so wholesome, full of love while healing. They learn how to be around each other, sometimes they need space, sometimes they need to be cuddling on the sofa. But they are there for each other, always.

(Art by @everchased )

Bonus

Gerry in general.

I already love him from the podcast but being introduced to this part of him, where I can read his thoughts, his jokes, burning evil books with his friends, and having a boyfriend. Gerry deserves to be happy and be loved, have a normal happy. I know none of the characters of tma can have that, but as Daisy said is important to focus on the small things because they give meaning to life. And so Gerry did this. Ofc, he can't get rid of a life full of monsters but he can still be happy. And this fanfic gave that. Plus, JonGerryMartin, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, THERE SO CUTE AND ALL I WANNA DO IS PROTECT THEM. BE HAPPY, PLS.

#the magnus archives #tma #gerry keay #jon sims #martin blackwood #jongerrymartin #AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #tma fanfiction

[wildflower-daydreamer]

Tea Time - november drabbles - day 3

Day 3 of @creativepromptsforwriting November prompt list.

I'm not well versed in traditional tea time, so coffee shop setting it is!

The weather was chilly and gloomy – the perfect time for some hot tea in a big mug. It was also, unfortunately, the perfect time to dive into that research paper Professor Mordane assigned. Sansa needed the paper to be perfect and not rushed. She was one of the strictest professors at King’s Landing University and Sansa wanted to stay in her good graces in order to get the professor’s coveted letter of recommendation. Mordane didn’t hand them out willy-nilly and it would go a long way into getting accepted to the uber-competitive master’s program here.

Opening the door to Horn Hill Coffee Shop, Sansa was happy to find her favorite table empty. It sat at the window, facing the very old school with its ivy covering the stone façade. She set her bag down and went to order her tea.

“Sansa! It’s great to see you, it’s been a little while,” Sam exclaimed from behind the counter with his affable grin.

“I know. I’ve been studying for the GRE and needed the utmost silence. But I’m back and absolutely need the world’s best cup of chai latte!”

“Coming right up!”

Sansa went back to her table and settled in, pulling out her laptop and a book she had gotten from the library. Turning her attention to the blank word doc on her screen, her fingers started to fly across the keyboard.

“And one chai latte for my favorite customer, a pinch of extra spices included, of course,” Sam said, setting the huge mug down.

“I’m sure you call every customer your favorite, but I’ll take it,” she said, taking the hot cup in her hands, inhaling the sweet and spicy aroma that she had been craving for a few weeks.

“So…how’s the love life?” he asked.

“Still nonexistent,” Sansa shrugged. Sam might just be the owner of her favorite coffee shop, but she frequented the place so much, they knew aspects of each other’s lives as friends would.

“Well, one of my best friends is finally in town. Gilly and I were thinking you two should meet. If you’re interested, of course. I swear he’s not crazy. I’ll grab my phone and show you a picture before you leave,” Sam rambled before he made his way back to help incoming customers. Sansa laughed and went back to her paper. Time went by. People filtered in and out, tables near her occupied one moment and empty the next, orders being placed, names called out. Sam had placed a fresh cup of chai next to her at some point and she finished it. And she had gotten a large chunk of her paper done.

“Sansa?”

She looked toward the vaguely familiar voice. It came from a man that she had known as a boy. Her brother’s best friend from when they were growing up. But holy hell, was he a man now. “Jon Snow?” she exclaimed in shock.

“You always had to throw in my last name, didn’t you?” he laughed.

“Old habits. How are you?” she asked, standing to give him a hug. “It’s been, what, six years?”

“Yeah, a long time. I’m doing well. How about you?”

“Great, minus the fact that I might be going a bit crazy with studying nonstop lately. Take a seat, join me.”

“Hey, do you two know each other?” Sam asked as he came over, setting two fresh mugs before them. “This is who I wanted to introduce you to!” he told them both.

“Old friends, actually,” Sansa smiled, thinking what a small world it was.

“Well, that makes it easier for me,” Sam laughed and headed to the back.

It had been years and, even though they were never that close before, Sansa and Jon fell into a relaxed conversation about their lives since leaving Winterfell over the steam rising from their tea. Through it all, she couldn’t get over how well the scrawny kid she once knew grew into this heavenly piece of man before her. His deep voice was the very definition of sexy, she didn’t remember it being like that. His hands looked rough and well-worked, and she wondered what it would feel like on her soft skin.

Taking the last sip of chai from her mug, definitely cold now, she looked toward the window and noticed it had gotten dark. “So, when are you moving into town?” she asked, packing up her belongings.

“Very soon. I’m here for a few days to look at apartments.”

“I know all the good parts of town, if you need any advisement,” Sansa offered.

“That would be great actually.” Jon fidgeted with his mug before downing the last of its contents. “And I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime?” His smile had turned shy.

She bit her lip in effort to not grin so excitedly. “Definitely.”

After saying their goodbyes, Sansa left the shop, never having been more grateful of her craving for tea.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #drabble #november prompts #tea time

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Skeletons and Whatnot.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I feel like this is rubbish, but I also feel like it’s not. 50/50 (1.6K words - might come back to edit it tomorrow)

Also you can see how tired I am (it's 4:30AM) I mean what is this title??? GOOD NIGHT.

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"That's not possible. Check again."

"But I already did! Like a million times!"

"Adam, I swear to God-"

"Alright, alright…" Your colleague mumbled, turning on his chair to run the data yet again.

While he sat on the chair, looking through files he didn't have a clue about, you were leaning against the wall and shaking in your boots. Your heart hammered and your palms felt clammy.

Not possible. I killed him.

"No look it says right there," Adam declared; proud of himself for being able to gather information like this on his own. "Some girl named Lucy Riggs pawned a gun she got off some guy named Jon Prescott.

You squinted your eyes at the information that made no sense. "Get to the point."

Adam visibly swallowed, "Turns out the guy's name isn't Jon. Shocker. It's actually Parker Torres."

Your blood ran cold at his words. A million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered where he was, what he was doing… The questions that evaded your mind are usually normal, but here, when you thought about the dark man of your past, the questions seemed to be anything but normal.

"What about the gun?"

Adam clicked away until a picture of a metallic gun popped out. "Smith & Wesson Model 64 revolver."

Next thing you knew, a chain of vulgar profanities escaped your mouth, and you couldn't stop them. Ruzek's eyes widened ever so slightly at your lack of composure. "Mind telling me what this all about?"

You took a deep breath. "My skeleton escaped the closet."

***

The lack of information you found within the last couple of days was mind blowing. The only lead you had was the gun that wasn't even in your possession, having gotten lost in a misfit of undocumented sales.

Lucy wasn't of help either. The poor girl just wanted to get rid of her husband's gun, saying everything but useful information along the way. "If he wants a gun, then he better get a good one… A new one too! I don't want that piece of garbage in my house. God only knows who used that gun!" Lucy told you, just 48 hours ago. Those exact same words.

She was right about one thing.

That dammed gun went through so many hands and took double more lives.

And you didn't even have a lead.

"You look like crap," Kevin Atwater teased, handing you a steaming cup of coffee.

You didn't even manage to smile, looking at him through your shades that were, so far, doing a great job at concealing the bags under your eyes from the world.

"Rough night?"

"Mhmm."

Kevin didn't know that you no longer lived with Kelly. The temporary solution to your problems turned out to be moving back to your own place. Putting Kelly in harm's way, no matter how much he thought otherwise, was something you didn't want to do. The comfort of his bed and body were replaced by a thin blanked and an uncomfortable dining chair.

Dozens of glass decorations were laid out all over your apartment. On every window still, next to every door… On every surface, really. You slept on the dining chair 5 yards from your front door with a pistol strapped to your back, a shotgun under the chair and a rifle wrapped around your two arms, acting as a teddy bear for every time you dozed off.

Friends from Interpol would call here and there, with nothing more than sad news.

Hank Voight was pulling out every contact from his little notebook, but not even they could solve your years long case.

You wanted to throw up.

"Hey Kev."

"What's up?"

"You still friends with that FBI agent?"

***

"Second floor clear," The grip on your radio loosened after the second you needed to inform your team about your situation had passed and you moved on upstairs. You could hear them respond in the same matter as you held your gun with both hands and carefully climbed up the stairs.

You didn't let a sound slip your lips as you trekked the stairs up to the very last floor, save for the attic. For a drug house, everything was eerily quiet. It didn't feel like someone left in a hasty hurry.

It felt like as though there was no one there in the first place.

Your need to report that to your Sergeant faded away quickly once you saw smoke. It seized your full attention within a few seconds.

Smoke grenade was your first guess. Nasty things but nothing new.

That was, until you took several steps closer and the smell of the source journeyed through your nostrils. It clicked in your head immediately. Three years of being a squad lieutenant's girlfriend can do that to you. The scent of fire is nauseating and sweet, putrid and steaky, or something like leather being tanned over a flame. The smell  of it can be so thick and rich that it's almost a taste. Kelly's words rung in your head, and  you pulled your radio to your mouth.

"Call CFD! There's a fire on the third floor!" You informed, shielding your eyes. "Stand down! I repeat –"

Things went black after those words.

***

"We have a detective trapped on the third floor," Voight informed the first responders. "That's where the fire started."

Wallace nodded, "Squad 3, take the third floor."

Unlike Wallace, who had found his source of information in Voight, Kelly Severide had found it in Jay, who stood on the street visibly stressed. "Jay where's Y/N?"

Jay frowned, "She went to scope ahead. She was on the third floor when the whole place just blew up…"

"She could be unconscious right now," Kelly muttered. "Squad 3 let's go!"

Kelly Severide was already in the burning building when Chief Boden found out just who was trapped upstairs. "Dammit."

***

"Y/N?!"

Kelly's patience was thinning by the second. Knowing that his time is limited and that the place could blow in a stronger matter at any moment, he paced toward your unconscious body expeditiously.

Noticing the angry streak of blood that came from your nose had his heart in his throat. You were twisted in a way not normal for a human body to be in, catching him off guard the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Despite all that, Kelly still swooped in to grasp your limp body in his arms.

The stress of the last few days he went through didn't come close to a match with this very moment. "I'm coming down chief!"

For a moment Wallace wanted to bark back, but he bit his tongue. Love makes people do crazy things.

He knew that better than anyone.

"Get the hoses ready!" Boden announced and turned to the Intelligence.

"She'll be okay."

***

You were okay.

Maybe even better than you thought possible.

"Kelly wake up."

You smiled cheekily at doctor Mannig, who stood by your hospital bed, waiting for Kelly to wake up with the same thin line of patience as you.

You woke him up with a slap to his shoulder.

Natalie was beaming, her eyes sparkled despite the fact that she was the doctor to the most heavily guarded patient in the whole city of Chicago. "I think congratulations are in order."

"What do you mean?"

She winked before handing you the tablet, "You're 11 weeks along Y/N. Congratulations you two."

You shook your head wildly and pressed a palm to your mouth, acting out what your defense mechanism wanted you to do. "Oh God…"

"Really?" Kelly asked next to you. He had already grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly, holding you to the ground of your new reality. "Are you for real?"

She nodded, "The tests don't lie. I'm so happy for you two."

Natalie hugged you both closely before disappearing back into the crowded ER.

"Hey," Kelly murmured, grasping your chin with his index finger and thumb. "What's wrong? You're not happy? I thought…"

You shook your head immediately, stopping him from saying something that was untrue. "No, Kelly… I'm really happy."

Two heartbeats within one body. Your body.

A child that was going to take after you and the man you loved most in this world…

You felt so incredibly lucky at that moment.

Yet so guilty.

"Our baby could've died today…"

Fresh onset of tears attacked your eyes, pushing through until the moisture was dripping down your face, and you tried to muffle the hiccups with your hands. Everything started to make sense.

"Baby you didn't know…" He tried to calm you.

You shook your head violently, dropping his attempts into the water. "I should've known better. We didn't use protection... Then I felt so sick last week."

"Y/N-"

"But I was so obsessed with Parker Torres that-" You couldn't even finish the sentence because the guilt turned into anger. "God I'm so stupid!"

"Babe, look at me," Kelly's voice hardened yet the hands with which he cupped your face were gentle and comforting. "You didn't know, so none of this is your fault. If you knowingly went in there that's when it would have been your fault."

He kissed your tears away and gave you the softest smile ever. "Do you want to have this baby with me? Because if you don't, we can…"

You stopped him with a kiss.

You were venerable in the moment of the kiss, yet you never felt more at home. In this kiss is the promise of years of love and the sweetness of life. No one mattered at that moment. Not Parker… Not anyone. Only you two and the vow you just shared.

The next few weeks will be hard, that much you knew. You were introduced to a new reality and priorities shifted. The hunt for your skeleton will continue in the hands of the people you trust most and as months go by the light will greet the darkness of your tunnel.

But the next few years, you see nothing but light and happiness.

No skeletons to torture your life, but a baby and a soulmate to make it better.

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[kiingocreative]

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The More You Learn, The Less You Know

"I know nothing." That's what I say to myself when I'm stuck. It's my go-to Socratic writer's block motivational quote. Most writers usually have that critic inside trying to bait them into procrastinating or, worse, giving up when they hit a crossroads in their writing. It happens to me when I start overthinking and ask myself, "what happens next?" What a scary thought. If my character chooses door A, they might not complete the journey I started them on. If I choose door B, they might lose some of their uniqueness that makes them relatable. If I decide on door C, oh, screw it, I should just give up because I'm lost! And despite all the screenplays I've read, books I've obsessed over, and podcasts I've listened too I still don't know what to do next. If you're a writer, I know what you're thinking "Sounds like my Tuesday night breakdowns."

We all agonize over the choices our characters make. We all start to feel like we know nothing. We're just a bunch of aimless Jon Snows with our mighty ink swords roaming the backwoods of creativity in our minds looking for the perfect scene to write. But it doesn't have to be that hard. First, admit to yourself that you know nothing: "zero, zip, zilch, nada." If you know that you know nothing, then you're teachable. If you know nothing, there's an answer, and there's a tool out there somewhere that someone has created for you to learn and use ad nauseam until you get sick of it or learn to use it appropriately. Sounds too good to be true, right? That's just your inner critic at the wheel. Slap that judgmental procrastinator and get back in the driver's seat.

I know nothing, but I do know this...dun dun dunnnn! The more I learn about writing, the less I feel I know. Not because I forget tools or rules, even though sometimes I do, but because I understand that the world of writing and the ways to do it are endless. I can keep learning! It's ok to pick a writing book like "Save the Cat" and attempt to write a "paint by numbers" type of screenplay. I've done it, and I made a pretty funny, some would say, a decent little indie flick by just trying it out and learning from it. I find most screenwriting books to be equals because you can learn a new tool from any of them.

"Give us a tool already!" I feel you murmuring, reader, so here's some practical wisdom.

Marry Your Scenes

One of the biggest reasons we get stifled as writers is because we don't remember one fundamental guiding principle of storytelling: causality.

Causality? Yes, causality, the relationship between cause and effect. The principle that everything has a cause.

Every choice we force our characters to make should have a consequence, and therefore the consequence can help you set up your next scene. I don't want to over-simplify this, but let's see what happens if I do. If two people get married, what happens next? What comes to mind? Do they celebrate with their loved ones? Good? What else? What happens next? Do they go on their honeymoon? Great! What happens on their honeymoon? They make love? Excellent, or one of them gets too drunk, leaving the other to order room service and watch an overpriced movie. It's very much like a domino effect. Each one of those events happened because of the one preceding it. Marry your scenes to each other and understand why the choices are being made–and what consequences can occur because of them.

Where do you go from here? Well, if we use our newlyweds, maybe our sober character leaves the room to get some ice or puff a "J". This could lead to their getting arrested by island police without identification in her wedding dress. Or if it's the man, he runs into his high school girlfriend who's on a business trip on the same island and wants to go for a drink to catch up. All of this is just because one of our characters couldn't monitor their alcohol. Consequences to actions, to choices, are everywhere in your writing. Write a few and pick the most interesting ones. Which ones are those? The ones that make you smile, laugh, cry, or squirm. All of which will lead you to the next scene.

Background on These Thoughts

During the pandemic last year, I was fortunate to get a reduced price "writing scholarship" at the Jacob Kruger writing studio. On top of that, I started learning how to speed read so that I could consume as much written writing advice as possible, never to have an issue breaking a story or creating a helpful scene.

Consequently, I started writing more and more every day without fear of messing up or writing a bad scene. Could it be because I was reading and writing every day? Was I applying all the little things I was learning? Was it slowly becoming second nature? The answer's; yes. I read everything! My wife, an exceptional RN, was in the ER fighting off the plague. My industry was shut down, so as I stayed home with our kids trying to keep from going stir crazy, I read books and articles to them out loud until they started booing me or to myself, until my eyes needed a break. I read many things on Dan Harmon's story circle, the: "But & Therefore Rule" by Matt Stone and Trey Parker, listened to John August and Craig Mazin, and went on Kiingo's Instagram live discussion to participate, and see what else I could learn, watched old movies, new movies, read scripts I was a machine.

I have since written and co-written three feature-length screenplays, a handful of pilots, live-action and animation, and a couple of short films. Writing is HARD, but finding rules and tools to apply to your writing isn't.

Rule-Tools

Here are a few things I picked that were reinforced and to keep in mind when writing a scene. In every scene, you must know what your characters want and what they need; if you know their wants creating an obstacle that fuels causality is pretty straightforward.

So try the following:

1. If you know what they want, GIVE IT to them, and therefore what is the consequence? (There are many)

2. If you know what they want, but you DON'T GIVE IT to them, what is the consequence? (There are many)

3. If you know what they want, but GIVE THEM SOMETHING NEW instead and see if this stops them from wanting their original want. (How strong is their want? Strong enough to continue to pursue it? It better be if your movie is any good.) What is the consequence? (There are many)

4. If you know what they want, GIVE THEM a part of it but make them sacrifice something for it, and therefore what happens? (Maybe it's too expensive, maybe it's too embarrassing, perhaps it could hurt someone they love.) Consequences just start falling out of the sky once they MAKE A CHOICE!

Try applying one of these four rule-tools to your scenes and watch as your characters create their story and structure for you. I promise it works. Next time I'll show you how to combine these rule-tools to something like Dan Harmon's Story Circle.

Then again, I know nothing.

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[magalidragon]

Anger Management | fic teaser

a/n: I am loving kickboxing lately and naturally the most random of things inspire me...like an enemies to lovers smutfic where Dany punches Jon on accident. I have NOT punched anyone in the face in my workouts but I did punch a handsy pervert kid when I was in middle school. Anyway, this fic will have SMUT, an angry Dany, mysterious snarky Jon, Dadvos, and BFF Missandei who has butterflies on her gloves. Also weird Rhaegar makes an appearance. I love that weirdo. 😂

"Ready?"

"Ready," Dany said, jumping up and down in place, patting her fists together. She grinned at Davos. "So? Who am I kicking the shit out of?"

He sighed. "So much for teaching you to channel your anger, to control your emotions."

"Everyone always wants women to control their emotions, but men can get away with anything."

"I am not touching that one."

It was true. Not that her eldest brother had any emotions, but if Rhaegar got angry in court it was "passionate" and if she got angry in court it was "shrill." Although Dany did have to admit, spending every other day in Davos's gym for about an hour and a half was really helping with her anger, frustration, and general stress levels. She discovered she was sleeping better, eating better, and even Rhaegar commented on her "distinct calm" in the partner meeting that morning.

It was because she knew that tonight she'd be able to actually mess with someone else. She liked kickboxing. Missandei preferred to just stay punching the bag and then let Grey try to teach her some of the staff-work, but Dany was eager to try out her moves with someone else. It was the competitive streak inside of her, coming from growing up with one brother as her sort-of father and the other as an annoying twit who pulled on her braids and terrorized her. She always had to outshine them.

Now she wanted to outshine this. She had mastered the punching bag, now she wanted to try with someone else. Even if it wasn't quite 'boxing.' Davos said as much as she thought she wanted to truly 'box', there was no way he was going to risk it. "I'm not delicate!" she'd shouted.

"Oh I know you aren't, I'm scared for the men."

Today, she'd carved out exactly ninety minutes to get through this before she had to be back at work to go over briefs and prepare her statement for Rakharo's hearing the following day. She'd managed to get it reverted back to juvenile court, which infuriated Tyrion, but it made her day. She'd be before the juvenile court judge, all of whom she knew and they were mostly softies who believed in second chances, as they should. Plus, the juvenile prosecutors were usually fresh out of law school and she could walk all over them.

Missandei was still waiting on their source at the courthouse to tell them who the judge would be. Dany hoped it was Brienne Tarth. They were going up against Edd Tollet as the prosecutor and as a former juvie himself, he tended to always give benefit of the doubt. It would be Rakharo's day in court and she was looking forward to winning and getting him free. Then straight into a relative's home and back to school, learning from his mistakes.

She climbed up into the ring, bouncing around in place, liking the feel of it. It was fun. "You have a trampoline? I could do this all day," she commented, hopping around.

"I’m sure the lads would like that."

Dany glanced at some young rugby players from the high school who were doing weight training, their mouths on the floor as she jumped. She glanced at her chest; she didn't have a huge one, but it wasn’t bad. The sports bra was keeping her in place, but boys, ugh. She rolled her eyes, knocking fists together. "Okay, get in here old man."

"I have to help Gendry, he's got a bunch of new kids coming in for the session of Faceless training."

"We're teaching children how to move like assassins? That sounds dangerous."

Davos's eyebrows lifted, agreeing. "Don't I know it. He never should have recruited at the playground, tons of parents want their kids to be involved, but I don't know what they think." He smirked. "You'll be training with one of my favorites today. Jonny boy!"

Dany wondered who Jonny was, she didn't recognize the name. She glanced over and saw movement from the back office, shocked at the sight of the hot man she'd taken to calling 'White Wolf' because she noticed that there was a white wolf on his black boxing gloves and he sometimes wore a black t-shirt with a white wolf head on the front, no other insignia. Missandei wasn't giving up info if she knew him, Grey was silent as ever, and most of the time he wasn't in the gym at the same time as her. When he was, he was busy and so was she, their paths never crossing.

He was kind of mythical, she'd decided, preferring to look at him from afar. He might ruin the illusion if she heard him speak more or learned that he was a pig like her previous two serious boyfriends.

"Jonny?" she echoed.

"Just Jon," he said, accent rough. It was like Arya's, Gendry's girlfriend, who was from the North. He climbed into the ring. He wore a t-shirt over black sweats, feet bare, and his hands were bare too.

"We bare knuckling it?" she asked. That seemed a little crazy.

"Don't do that stuff here, this isn't the 1800s."

Jon picked up two pads from the corner, slipping them over his hands. He held them up, smirking. "Let's see how you do with someone moving your target."

"What?"

"Gotta walk before you can run, lass."

She wrinkled her nose. Fine. She shrugged, rolling her head on her neck. Today's outfit was an all red ensemble, her braids hanging down her back from their elaborate up-do at her crown. "Let's do this then."

Jon smiled; he had a nice smile, she'd give him that too. It was entirely unfair how attractive he was. Probably has an empty skull, all the brains knocked out from boxing, she figured. She noted that he had a couple scars on his face; he had some more on his chest too, when she caught him without a shirt. He also had a tattoo along his shoulder and onto his chest. More wolves and what she thought might have been red leaves of some sort. There was a tattoo on his inner wrist, which she caught sight of now, standing close to him.

Duty

She darted her gaze to his other wrist. There was another word there. Love. She nodded to them. "Your fists are named love and duty?"

"Something like that." He smiled again, flash of white against his dark beard. His curls were half-back from his face in a knot. He also had gray eyes. They looked practically black in the dim light around them. An air conditioner vent blasted down on them, sending a chill through Dany's spine.

Or perhaps it was the wafting scent of spearmint, faintest cigarette ash, and...woodsy pine? She wasn't sure, coming from the man she now stood about a foot in front of. He was built, but not obscenely so, not like her ex-boyfriend Drogo, who spent more time preening before the mirror inspecting his muscles than using them. Her lips twitched, lifting her fists. "What do you got White Wolf?"

Davos heard that, whistling low under his breath. "My, my Jonny, she truly has your number."

Just Jon smirked, holding up the pads, squaring off. "Let's go Dragon Queen."

She flung out her fist, connecting so hard with his right pad that he stepped back, eyes widening, surprised. She grinned.

"Dracarys."

#jonerys #jonerys au #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #when my stress reliever inspires fic #and you live in the enemies to lovers aesthetic #fic tease

[mrvdocks]

Plus One

“That’s a straight no.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on,” You laugh. “I can hear the sirens coming for you now. She looks like she’s a junior in high school.”

He cocks his brow, “You do too and I still live with you.”

You playfully smack him. “That’s different.”

“Why? Because you can't handle seeing me with someone else?” He says smugly.

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(Chapter one) 

Morning of Nancy & Jonathan’s Wedding

The daylight shines on his face when he wakes up. He looks down to see you’ve disappeared and instantly thinks yesterday was a dream. He’s almost disappointed.

“You snore too loud.” You say as a matter of factly, coming out in a robe and towel. 

It wasn’t a dream. He smiles.

“You hog the blanket too much.” He retorts, flipping the covers over and getting up to stretch. 

"It's like thirteen degrees outside of course I'm going to take it."

"There's layers to this, you know that right?" 

“Alright, alright Casanova, do you want to stay here sparring with me or go find the love of your life?”

He stretches his arms, then sighs. “Not sure if I’ll meet the one if I’m half-naked.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” You wink, going back inside the bathroom to get ready.

Only an hour later and you two were nearly late because he decided to play hideaway with your heels. You didn’t protest as much but they were the only fancy shoe you’d brought to match the nuptial’s dress code. 

You rushed into the elevator, counting down to at least ten minutes. It should be enough time to walk over to the chapel. 

You glance at Steve, seeing him look out of it. 

“Hey,” You tug at his arm. He straightens up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”

Part of him wondered if they would remember him after so long.

“Well if they’re not talking about you, they’ll be talking about how messy and out of place you look. Here, let me fix you.” You fix his Windsor knot stay in place and then move his floppy hair, letting a single curl of hair rest on his forehead.

“Is this really how you styled it?” You lift yourself on your toes to get more of it but he moves aside.

“Hey, hey, don’t damage the goods.” 

“Is that - hold on, ” You take a whiff of his hair. “Oh my god.”

He rolls his eyes. “Alright, laugh it up.”

“You smell like my mom!” You chortle. 

He pushes you playfully as the elevator doors open and he walks out with you hysterically laughing. He smiles nervously at the passing guests as they file out to the chapel.

“That’s so cute. Listen, if you don’t end up with anyone our age here, you can definitely bag one of the aunts. I’m sure they’d love you.” 

“It was my go-to in high school, alright? Girls loved it.”

He can see the subtle upward quirk of your mouth as you smothered a laugh. 

“C’mon, before we become those people who hog all the attention.” You interlinked your arms and made your way past the field of green and a big brown chapel. 

You both sat in the middle row on Nancy’s side, meeting all of her family and being introduced to her sister Holly, brother Mike and his girlfriend Jane. You couldn’t stop staring as Mike and Jane sat and goofed with each other. 

“Been together since ‘84, and they still can’t get enough of each other,” Steve tells you in a hushed voice as he leans to you and begins giving you the dirt on everyone there.

Jonathan’s mother, Joyce sits at the front with a gruff looking man who kept trying to take out a pack of cigarettes. She’s pretty, and definitely doesn’t look as old as Steve says she is. She has a timeless beauty to her. Steve tells you that the man she’s with is Hopper, the same man whose wedding you would be attending later in March. Jonathan’s brother, Will sits to his mother's left and is in deep conversation with a man Steve doesn’t recognize. 

Steve goes on a tangent on how different and grown-up everyone looks. He goes into details about things they used to do back in Indiana, some things crazy and others unbelievable. He almost sounds sad for not being able to see their growth for himself but that’s not a story he’ll tell you anytime soon.

You’re conversing with Jane when everyone quiets down and music starts playing. You stand and watch as Jonathan marches right up to one step to meet his brother and hug him momentarily. Holly enters, picking petals out of the basket and dropping them as she passes. Nancy enters soon after slowly, keeping tempo with the music. Her dad is older, more filled out, and grey-haired than Steve originally remembers him. Her mother, however, is stunning in a way that doesn’t overshadow her daughter. Her blonde hair is pulled into a half updo, she smiles warmly to guests as she carries the tail of Nancy’s beautiful cream dress. It's an eye-catching tulle gown with floral accents and lace sleeves that move comfortably with her. 

Nancy’s brown hair is long and curls at the end, decorated with a pearl headband, her slender nude manicured fingers holding onto the bouquet gracefully as if she was a princess. She’s naturally gorgeous, with touches of blush on her cheekbones. She takes your breath away. 

You’re almost a little jealous Steve got to date her. 

“Please be seated.” The priest says.

You accidentally sit on Steve’s hand, making him jerk quickly but fast enough to avoid attention. You're locked in the entire time, entranced by every little detail from the soft brown tones of Jonathan's suit to the camera pin he wears to the embroidery on Nancy's heels. 

The ceremony is beautiful, you even catch Steve tearing up at Jonathan’s thoughtfully written vows for Nancy. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

The crowd goes wild, cheers and whistles all around as Nancy and Jonathan kiss and he twirls her in a circle. She’s smiling shyly as Jonathan peppers her with kisses. Will steps in and takes a couple of photos before whispering something into Jonathan’s ear and making him laugh. The bride and groom rush outside hand in hand, rice and flowers being thrown as they disappear past the golden-brown of the chapel. 

You and Steve give each other a look, thinking this wedding plan might not be so bad after all. You’re seeing love in its purest form. 

The reception is held in a small banquet hall, music is being played by a band of fine instruments led by people Steve tells you are part of Nancy’s family. The whole place is decorated to bring out the snow and natural elements outside. Windows wide open, the brown of the hall illuminated by fairy lights hanging from above, a cute photo booth with a retro moon to pose with, and a DJ soon after the band leaves. 

“Come,” Steve says, intertwining your hand in his and leading you over to where Nancy and Jonathan are. 

Jonathan notices him first and immediately hugs him. Steve hugs him tighter, letting them sway for a moment while you introduce yourself to Nancy.

“Hi, I’m -”

“You must be the one Steve talks so much! I've heard a lot about you!” She giggles. My god, even her laugh was beautiful.

“Beautiful wedding! I am in love with you - your dress, I’m sorry.” You say, flustered. Nancy takes no offense and instead envelopes you in a hug. 

“Thank you! It was a lot of stress but I'm glad we could finally get it to come to fruition. Steve never told me you were this lovely.”

You wave her comment away, feeling shyer than ever. “Please, I’m just so glad I finally get to meet THE Nancy Wheeler.” 

“I hope you’re not trying to steal my wife,” Jonathan beams, bear-hugging you. 

"I would never." You grin. “You’re a lucky man, Mr. Byers.” 

“Mr. Byers was my dad, please call me Jonathan.”

You nod, feeling the warmth and love that Jonathan and Nancy were giving off.

"So? How are you two? How's New York?" Nancy asks.

You and Steve glance at each other to see who goes first.

"Good! So good." You say in unison. 

“So what’s going on with you two, huh? Any crazy stories?” Steve asks, eager to get the attention off of him for once. 

“Well,” Nancy looks at Jonathan. “Jonathan was a freelancing photographer for a while but he was just hired for a two-year contract by Life magazine!”

You and Steve look at Jonathan wide-eyed and with jaws dropped. Jonathan smiles shyly.

“Jon, oh my god congratulations!” Steve says, pulling Jonathan into another hug. 

“It was just a split-second decision, he almost didn’t send the photos in time but I convinced him.” Nancy smiles. "They want to send him to Amsterdam next week."

"Europe for the honeymoon? That's amazing." You gush, thinking about the canals and all the great food.

“And that’s not all,” Jonathan rubs at Nancy’s back with his other hand. “Nancy’s accepted a job up in New York as a journalist.”

“No way!” You feel your excitement skyrocket.

“We’re moving into the East Village in March, just after my mom’s wedding.” 

“That’s amazing you guys, I’m so happy for you.” Steve is absolutely over the moon. 

“Thank you and please help yourselves!” Jonathan’s eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“Hope to see you guys soon!” Nancy exclaimed, before being met with more family to greet. You and Steve say goodbye and gush over them. 

“I can’t believe you got to date her.” You remark, sipping more of the champagne.

“Yeah well, I was lucky to even kiss her. Looking back, I think they had it for each other all the time. I was just in the way.”

Projecting onto her, he thinks.

You frown. “Personally, I’m glad to see it all worked out in the end. To the happy couple!” 

You bring your glasses to toast and snicker when some of it spills onto Steve’s lap. He tries to get you back but you evade him.

The orchestra ends and the DJ begins his set. He starts off with some lovey-dovey tunes you remember your mother playing from her childhood.

“Come on, let’s dance!” You exclaim, taking Steve’s hand and pulling him up and away from the table. 

The dance floor is decently packed, The Del-Viking’s “Come Go With Me” echoing through the walls of the banquet hall.

Steve makes a fool of himself, flailing and dancing exaggeratedly while you move side to side to the dum dum dum, occasionally doubling over when Steve stumbles back into someone.  

The music shifts after you two are completely tired out, changing to The Smiths’ “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”. Definitely Jonathan’s choice.

You and Steve pair up, dancing slowly with your head on his shoulder.

It’s a nice feeling, to be like this with someone. You didn’t know how you felt about Steve, besides the fact that he could be annoying as all hell and a bummer. But he wasn't so unpleasant to have around. He just needed to let loose. He wasn’t going to be twenty-eight forever. 

Maybe it was too early, you saw how he’d freaked about Danny. 

“Hey, five o’clock.” He whispers in your ear, ripping you away from your thoughts.

“What?”

“What about the girl at five o’clock? She seems nice.” 

“Spin me.” 

He spins you out to see a girl in a nice pastel blue colored dress and bouffant talking to Jonathan. He spun you back in.

“That’s a straight no.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on,” You laugh. “I can hear the sirens coming for you now. She looks like she’s a junior in high school.”

He cocks his brow, “You do too and I still live with you.”

You playfully smack him. “That’s different.” 

“Why? Because you can't handle seeing me with someone else?” He says smugly.

“Pfft. She’s got babyface. Just trust me.”

The music shifts throughout the night, some electronic, another alternative, or more classical and then back to lovey-dovey. 

At the end of “Earth Angel,” you’re just about ready to leave and kick off the heels that just won’t quit squeezing your feet. 

“I’m starving.” You whisper into his ear.

“There’s food here.”

“Yes, and I’m still hungry. I need to severely gorge on something big right now.”

Steve chuckles lowly, about to make the joke you feared once the words ‘something big’ left your lips.

“Don’t you dare.” 

“Yes, dear.” He snickers. 

Once you’re away from the view of family and friends, you unbuckle the straps of your heels and breath in relief at your chains being taken off. Steve walks past you but you whistle to him to catch his attention. 

“Well? Come on.” He motions for you. 

You throw your head back and whine. “I can’t walk. These things have worn me down.” 

He chuckles to himself shaking his head. “Alright, hop on.” 

He turns and bends to your level, letting you climb onto his back like a monkey. You wrap your arms around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs. 

You nestle comfortably into his shoulder, letting out an audible sigh. 

“Don’t get too comfortable up there, you have the keys to the room.” He warns, but you’re fast asleep by the end of the sentence. "So much for being hungry."

He gets soft looks and compliments of ‘being a great boyfriend’ from different guests but he doesn’t have the energy to correct them. The dancing tired him out. 

He uses the pointy end of your heel to click the elevator button and is careful with you when entering. Your soft sighs and deep breaths comfort him in some way. Your fingers twitch around his now loosened tie, softly scratching at the nape of his neck. It gives him goosebumps, but he relaxes into it, letting the warmth creep up to his cheeks.

He’s too lost in the feeling to notice when the doors open, the elevator dings to alert him. When he’s out, he shakes you slowly to wake you up. You stir and hum but stay asleep. He maneuvers your bag to face him, getting the key painfully slow. The door hinges creaking don’t wake you at all. 

He lays you down onto the side where he sleeps, careful with your shoes and your bag. Putting them aside, he makes a move to close the door but your hand grabs at his wrist and pulls him back. 

He glances down at you, still asleep but still holding on. “I have to close the door.” He whispers.

“Steve.” You murmur. 

“Yeah?” He brings himself to ask, entranced by you. 

You mumble incoherently, letting go of his wrist and turning your side to get comfortable.

He sighs. 

"It was a nice wedding." He says, getting the suitcases out of the cab while you tip the driver. 

"It really was. Plus I'm glad I got to take one of these suckers home too." You dig through your bag, pulling out the towel teddy bear that had previously been on your hotel bed. It looked a little deformed now but you could fix it.

Steve makes a surprised noise, "We steal things now?"

"It's not stealing if they were just going to put another one back."  

"Well, I wish could've taken some of that shampoo. It made my hair smell great." 

"Oh don't worry I got a couple of them in my suitcase. You can have them."

He looks at you with intrigue. 

"What? We can't live fancy?"

He shakes his head, his shoulders shaking as you head into the apartments.

"Hey, sorry I ruined your shot looking for someone at the reception."

He shrugs, feeling it wasn't a big deal. "That's why we have the other three, right? Plus, I had fun. I wouldn't have wanted to be in my head the entire time." 

The answer satisfies you but you promise yourself to aim higher at the next wedding. 

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #joe keery x reader

[lovingthereign25]

Never say Goodbye

Chapter 4

I knew I had to go back to my parents house, but I couldn't face everyone, and there was no way I was gonna let Joe and  his new girlfriend see me breaking down.

So I walked around a while. I needed to clear my head. I decided to go to our spot... except for the fact that it isn't our spot anymore since there  isn't an "us" or "our" anymore. I sat on a rock for a minute just thinking how something so perfect could go so wrong. All those love songs gave me such an unrealistic belief on love, it totally sucked in reality. 

"You still come out here?" I snap around seeing Joe 

"Y-yeah, it's quiet and good place to think"  I say jumping down from the rock 

"How's school?.. heard you got into a top one in Boston?" He says 

"Yea..it's going good" I say turning to walk away

"Y/n, stop let's talk for a minute...catch up" he says

"I can't..I really got to go early flight tomorrow" I say

"You're leaving already?" He asks

"Yea, bye Joe" I say

*6 months later* 

I was flying home, the first time I've been home since Thanksgiving. But I wasn't alone. I had started dating an amazing guy named Derek.  Derek was incredible, he was funny, smart, caring, I was head over heels for him and to be honest I haven't even thought about Joe in months.

My parents were having a huge memorial day cookout so I decided now was the perfect time to have them meet Derek. 

 We get to my parents house and I'm greeted by my sister and Josh. Josh and Derek hitting it off straight away.

" Now that you're here I can show you this." My sister smiles raising her left hand to my face flaunting a gorgeous diamond ring 

"Oh my God..no way... you're engaged!" I smiled"

"Yes"

As I hugged my sister I heard familiar voice that of Patricia

"Y/n, sweetheart it's so good to see you!' she smiles hugging me tight.

"I'm good. How are you?" I say

"Good, and who might this be?" She asks looking at Derek.

"This is my boyfriend Derek, Derek this is  my second mother Patricia.

"Nice to meet you Miss Patricia" he smiles, shaking her hand.

 We finally made it to the back yard and I introduced Derek to everyone. They all loved Derek, especially my father, which I think was because Derek was going to school for criminal justice..he wanted to work for the FBI.

I was in the pool with Derek and a few relatives and friends having a good time. I wrap my arms around Derek, when I hear his voice. Joe was here .

His eyes met mine as soon as he got into the backyard, my arms tightened around Derek, who now was the target of Joe's stare.

I tried to avoid Joe at all costs, until I couldn't I was in the kitchen grabbing drinks for Derek and I when he stopped me

"Hey, longtime no see" he smiles

"Hi" I say trying to get passed him

"What you got a new boyfriend and can't talk to me now" he says grabbing my arm

"Joe, Don't I'm happy. Finally. You moved on for fucks sake you're about to be a dad any day now….please just leave me be" I say.

Just as Joe let go of my arm Derek came in

"Everything okay?" He asked

"Yeah, just asked Joe to open the door " I smiled.

 Just as we were about to leave the kitchen Joe stops Derek

"Take care of her man, she's a good one"  he says

"I know, and believe me I will," Derek says shaking his hand.

*18months later* 

I wake up from an incredible Valentine's day with Derek, the sun shining through our bedroom window, I reach for my phone when I notice a ring on my finger not just any ring.. an engagement ring and oh my was it beautiful.

"Derek?,Derek what's going on?" I ask heading down to the kitchen where my boyfriend was making breakfast.

" I know you don't believe in fairy tales. But, if you did, I'd want to be your knight in shining armor. You've been through so much. I don't want to see you hurt anymore.  I don't want you to worry about anything. You just wake up in the morning, that's all you have to do and I'll take it from there. There's one condition. You have to be my wife."

I was speechless and sobbing. 

"Baby you have to give me an answer ….I'm dying here" he laughs

"Yes, yes Derek.. I'll be your wife! I smile kissing him

"And see? And that... that... That smile. Y/n, when you smile like that, my world... It's all right.I am in love with you." He smiles. I couldn't explain how happy I was but at the exact moment I told Derek I'd be his wife Joe's face popped into my head. 

*4months* 

Today was my and Derek's engagement party, my sisters and mom went all out as did Derek's mom and sisters. My mom had invited everyone we knew..which included almost all of Joe's family. Which was obvious being that Josh and my youngest sister Lyndsey were married now. 

Joe sat at a table with Josh and Jon having drinks. His eyes never left me once since the moment he arrived with Galina and their daughter.

"One more sister left, might wanna snatch her up bro!" Josh jokes with Jon "We always said we were gonna marry sisters" 

"Damn we sure did, didn't we" Jon laughs

" I just can't believe Y/n is marrying him" Joe says

"Well Derek's a really good dude, treats Y/n well and she's happy" Josh says

""Why you mad uce, you have a whole family" Jon laughs

"I just think she can do better" Joe shrugs

"And by better you mean you?" Josh asks

"Yeah, we were supposed to be together, this should be our party" he says 

"You had your chance uce, you fucked it up, deal with it" Josh says getting up

"Whose side are you on here?'' Joe asks

"Y/n's" Josh says walking away.

Derek was off talking to my dad which I loved, I loved their bond, I was sitting on the front porch swing when I hear a familiar voice

"I guess I should probably say Congratulations" He says

"Thank you" I smile 

"Y/n, are you sure you want to get married?"  Joe asks sitting beside me

"Yes" I say

"Look I still love you, I think I'll always love you, and I know you still love me, so if you're doing this just to get back at me for getting Galina pregnant, Y/n it's working. Seeing you with him drives me nuts" he says

"Joe, I love Derek, I'm not in love with you anymore, I'm happy and I'm getting married. Please just be happy for me" I say 

"Y/n, we belong together, you know that" he says 

"Joe, we don't. You have a family, a girlfriend, a baby girl and I have Derek. " I say getting up "I love him Joe, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him".

*2014* 

It's crazy how fast life passes. One day you're 21 planning your wedding and the next day it's 7 years later you're married and expecting your first child. So here I was sitting in my husband's office waiting for him to get back from talking to someone so I can tell him the news.

"There's my queen" Derek smiles entering the room greeting me with a kiss

"Hi,my love" I whisper back

"What brings you all the way down here, can't be missing me already I just left last night" he smiles joking about his long hours 

"One: I miss you as soon as you walk out our front door, and two: no I came down to tell you something important" I say 

"Important huh?, What's so important?" He asks, flashing me his perfect smile.

"I'm pregnant" I smile 

"No way, are you serious?" He asks jumping off the corner of his next bringing me into his arms

"Yeah" I say

"Baby, I'm so happy we wanted this for so long" he whispers into my hair as the door to his office opens his partner Kevin coming in

"You guys good? Everything okay?" He asks

"Yeah, I'm just gonna be a Dad" Derek smiles 

"For real? , Finally. I'm happy for you guys!,but unfortunately we got a case we need to get on" Kevin says

"Okay, baby I'll see you at home, go solve this case, be safe and come home to us" I say kissing him

"I will. I love you. Both of you" he smiles leaning down to kiss my stomach. 

As soon as I got home I called Lyndsey since we were the closest.

"Hey favorite sister" she answered

"Hi boo-boo, I have something to tell you" I say

"Oh no, I don't wanna know you're always giving me bad news" she laughs

"Oh you'll wanna hear this.. I swear" I smile

"Fine, hang on I'm gonna put you on speaker Josh is here we having a pool day" she says "okay go"

"Are you sitting down?" I ask

"Yes" Josh and her answer in unison

"I'm pregnant" I shriek

*On the other end* 

"I'm pregnant," Joe heard through the phone as he walked into Josh's backyard with Jojo and Galina. He felt his heart drop, he immediately felt sick dropping Galina's hand which he was holding and turning around leaving. 

#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #never say goodbye

[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

Toxicity Chapter One

Jo's P.O.V

The loud piercing screams of the voices that surrounded me were enough to give me a headache for the rest of the night. I stood in the back corner while watching the two average fighters in the ring. The first man was about 5'6, and had super upper body strength, but if he were to get knocked off his feet he would be done with how weak his legs were. His opponent was the opposite, great foot work, but his arms were getting tired from holding them up to block the other man's strikes.

I'm no stranger to the ring. I am, however, new to underground fighting. I knew it was illegal, but I was intrigued to find out more. I left Texas, my home state to try and start over completely. I was tired of never getting anywhere in life with the same dead end job. It was that typical 8 to 5 where you dreaded it every single day, and even felt depressed.

I loved to write, but no one ever gave any attention to my writing, but I was hoping moving here to Las Vegas would change that. A change of scenery, and starting over, that's what I needed.

"Hey there pretty lady, I've never seen you around here before." Some guy who reeked of alcohol and cigarettes says as he walks up to me. I roll my eyes, and keep my attention on the fight. "Hey! I was talking to you!" He screams over the roar of the crowd.

"Not interested!" I yell back, and continue to watch as the man with the upper body strength continued to give blows to the man beneath him until his face was unrecognizable.

"I don't care if you're interested or not. You're a woman, and you are here to serve us men." He says, laughing. He grabs my wrist, pulling me to him when I move out of the way, and twist his arm behind his back, snapping his wrist in half, and kicking him to the ground. "You crazy bitch!"

"Is there a problem here?" One of the security guards asks as he walks up to us. The man gets up, holding his wrist.

"That bitch just broke my wrist!" He yells, and I roll my eyes at him. "She needs to be kicked out!"

"You mean here? At an illegal underground fight? Who are you going to call? The police?" I ask rhetorically, and I hear a laugh from behind me. I turn to see a man walk up with cargo pants on, no shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Let's not forget to mention that you were trying to sexually harass me, sweetheart."

"Chad, is this true?" The man in the leather jacket asks the man who's name is Chad apparently. He holds his broken wrist, and looks between the two of you.

"Women use that as an excuse for anything these days." Chad says rolling his eyes, and I take a step forward.

"I don't need an excuse to kick your ass. You better be lucky all you got was a broken wrist." I spit, and he looks like he wants to hit me. "Go on, hit me. I dare you. Better yet, why don't you meet me in that ring, and I'll show you what poor excuse YOU are of a man?"

"Jon, you just going to let her talk to me like that?" Chad asks, and Jon leans up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to accept her challenge?" Jon asks him, and Chad looks at him like he's out of his mind.

"You want me to fight a girl?" Chad asks Jon who pushes himself off the wall, coming to stand face to face with Chad. Chad looks up at him with nervous eyes before glancing over at me again.

"No." Jon say, and Chad relaxes a bit. "But, I'm not the one who put his hands on a woman. I'm not the one who issued challenge, she did. Now, it's not nice to keep the young lady waiting. I believe she is awaiting an answer from you." Jon steps back, leaning against the wall again while grabbing a cigarette, lighting it. "Well?" Jon asks with an annoyed expression on his face.

"My wrist is broken, so no." Chad says, and I smirk at him. "Once it's healed though, I don't mind putting her in her place."

My eyebrows shoot up, and I go to step forward when Jon holds out his hand in front of me before hitting Chad across the face with his fist. "What kind of man actually accepts a challenge to hit a woman you pathetic piece of shit."

"Not a good night for you, Chad." I tease as he spits out blood, giving me a glare. Jon shakes the blood off his hand before taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Get him out of here. He's not welcome again." Jon says, and I watch as the security guard from early drags him outside. He turns to look at me, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. "What's your name?"

"Jo." I tell him, and he nods, finishing off his cigarette. He drops it to the floor, putting it out with the heel of his boot.

"Did he hurt you at all?" Jon asks me, and I shake my head. "I'd love to chat, but my fight is up next. Stick around, and critique me?"

"Why would I critique you?" I ask him, and he smirks, looking down at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Don't you want to learn from the best, Angel?" He asks, his face dangerously close to mine. "Or do you think you have it all figured out?"

"I never said that." I tell him, rolling my eyes. "I can break your wrist just as easy as I did his."

He laughs, stepping closer to me. "You can't break what's already broken. You can try your best, but you'll only scratch the surface."

"Who says I want to try?" I ask him, and he smirks at me again. His facial hair being hit by the light of the moon as we stand near a window in the back.

"Girls like you don't learn how to do that just because they wanted to. I'm going to figure you out, Jo." He says, his eyes staring so hard I swear he's looking at my soul. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to knock out my opponent in less than three minutes."

*** It had been about a week since I had come across the illegal fighting gym, and if I had to be honest, I was intrigued.

Although my fighting days were over, I wouldn't mind just stopping in every week just to watch.

"Jo?" I hear my name and snap my head up. It was the security guard from the other night. "We met the other night. You broke that guy's wrist?"

"Right. I never actually got your name." I tell him, and he sits down across from me.

"Seth." He says, and shakes my hand. "You've been making quite the buzz."

"I have?" I question, and Seth nods.

"Oh yeah, everyone is talking about the badass girl who broke a guy's wrist her first night in Vegas."

"Not much goes on around here, does it?" I ask, laughing lightly.

"You could say that." He says, and stands up. "There's another fight tomorrow night if you're interested. Boss said he wanted you there, and, well, you don't want to get on his bad side."

"Who's this boss? Will I meet him?" I ask him, and he gives me a look. "What?"

"Jon is the boss. You've already met him." He says before waving, and walking out of the Cafe.

*** "Name please?" The body guard asks me.

"Jo." I tell him, and he scans his list with his pen.

"Sorry, you're not on the list." He says, and I scoff at him. "Sorry ma'am."

"The boss himself requested that I be here." I tell him, raising an eyebrow when I catch Seth. "Seth!" He waves at me, and walks over. "Will you please tell your bouncer here that I was requested by Jon."

"Oh yeah, she's with us, Roman." Seth tells him, and he gives me questioning look before allowing me though. "I'll make sure to get your name on the list next time."

"Good." I tell him, and he drags me all the way to a pit area above the ring. "What am I doing up here?"

"Jon's request. He wants to talk to you after the show. There's snacks and drinks in case you get hungry." Seth says, taking a water bottle.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him, and he nods. "If Jon is the boss, then why does he still fight?"

"You can take the man out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the man." He says before leaving me alone.

I hear the crowd scream and notice that Jon was now making his way down the ring. He had his signature black cargo pants with his black leather jacket, except now, it had the letters M.O.X down the middle. I'm guessing that's his nickname?

I watch his technique, and he definitely got a thrill out of doing this. Every punch had him smiling, even when he was hit and his mouth began to bleed. That didn't stop him though. In fact, it made him go harder at the fight.

He looks up towards me momentarily, a smirk on his face, blood trickling down his chin, and neck. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and he turns around to knock out his opponent. Again he did it in under three minutes.

He knows he's good. You can see it all over his face. I wonder how much one gets from one of these matches?

I continue to watch the people downstairs before the door creaks open. "I'm glad you came." Jon says, walking further into the room.

"I was told you requested me, and to not make the boss man unhappy." I tell him, and I noticed he had been cleaned up somewhat. "Why do you still fight when you own the place?"

"Long story. Did you enjoy the fight?" He asks, and I nod my head. "You fight, don't you? There's no way a woman like yourself comes into this establishment who hasn't been around something like this. Because the other type of woman that comes in here are to fuck the fighters, and you don't strike me as that type."

"Why does it matter what type of woman I am?" I ask him, and he walks closer to me.

"Because, I can see it in your eyes. You may have stopped fighting, but I can see the need for it. I'm not sure what has brought you here, but if you would like to get back into the ring you love, call me." He says, handing me his card. "Even if it's just to work out some stress, my gym is open. Oh, and you've been added to the list. Roman is very cautious when it comes to the fighting business."

"Thanks." I tell him before gathering my stuff. "See you around, Jon."

He nods at me before pulling out his cigarette, lighting it. I watch him take a drag, and blow it out. "You want some?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, and he pushes off the wall, walking over to me.

"Why?" He asks, and I smell the smoke on his breath.

"That's a conversation for another time." I tell him, and pull myself away from him to leave the building.

*** There was something off about Jon. I couldn't put my finger on it. He was different to say the least. Every time I tried to write something, it would be about him, and I have no idea why.

Maybe it was the way his blue eyes shines when the blood started to fall down his body, combined with the sweat.

Or maybe it was the cocky walk he did on the way to the ring. Or the way he held the cigarette up to his lips.

You'd be blind not to find the man attractive, but the last time I fell for the 'bad boy' it didn't end well. Hence why I moved fifteen hours away.

I pull out his card, and look down at the number before adding it to my phone. I did miss fighting, and I definitely needed the money.

What could be the harm?

*** I pull up to the gym, and lock my car before walking inside. It was bare inside. Just the ring and the workout equipment were all that was shown. It was weird not to see the people here.

"There's my little fighter." Jon says as he comes out of his office. "I'm glad you called."

"I guess you can take the girl out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the girl." I tell him, and he smirks at me.

"So, tell me, how long has it been?" He asks me, and I'm caught off guard.

"I'm sorry?" I question him, hoping he isn't asking what I think he's asking. Would hate to beat up my boss on my first day.

"Since you've fought. How long has it been?" He asks, and now I feel dumb thinking he was asking about sex. Wow, I need a cold shower.

"I was forced to stop month's ago." I tell him, and he looks over at me. "Long story."

"You're not hurt, or sick are you?" He asks, concern written all over his face. "Is that why you were forced?"

"No. I wish that was the reason though." I tell him, hoping that he would change the subject.

"What did you specialize in?" He asks me, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"I don't really know. I kind of did everything, but I was always quick on my feet, and knew how to dodge really well."

"Something tells me you're being modest." Jon says, laughing lightly. "You broke one of my customers wrists your first night here."

"That was different, he was trying to cop a feel." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Remind me never to never attempt that. Unless you ask of course." He says with a wink causing me to laugh lightly.

"Okay bossman, what am I doing first?" I ask him, and he starts walking to his office.

"You coming or what?" He yells over his shoulder, and I follow him to his office. As I look around, I see no pictures if a wife or family.

"No family pictures?" I ask him, and he shakes his head, looking down at the table.

"Don't have one. This is all I have." He says, and my heart sinks. "So, do you happen to have any tape or recordings of your fights?"

"No. No one really knew I did it." I tell him, and he nods.

"Do you have a job?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Good. I want you to be up here every day for the next two weeks, training. Then, I'll give you an exhibition match. If you impress me, I'll give you a job."

"Wait really?" I ask him, and he nods. "Paid to fight?"

"If that's something you'd like, yes." He says, and I nod. This way I could afford somewhere other then a motel and crappy food, and focus on my writing. "Great, come by tomorrow. Be ready to fight."

"I always am." I tell him before exiting his office.

*** I dressed in black leggings, and a pink crop top with my back jacket thrown over. I pull my hair up into a bun and make my way over to the gym.

Jon wasn't there at first, and so I just began working out until I heard the door open, and close. I was in the middle of a pull up, and so I dropped my body down, and wiped the sweat that had already began to pool on my body.

"There she is, my little fighter girl. You ready to train?" He asks, and I nod.

"I'm training with you?" I ask him, and he nods.

"You want the best don't you?" He asks me, and I roll my eyes at him. "Come on, get in the ring."

I look around at the familiar structure. It's been a while since I've been in one of these. "Jo?" I hear Jon call my name.

"Sorry, what's up?" I ask him, and he walks up to me holding wrist tape. He takes each of my arms, and wraps it up before letting me loose. "Will I be fighting men or women?"

"Mainly women, every now and then a man may show up." He says, and I nod. "Now, hit me."

I throw a punch but he quickly grabs it, and reversed it, locking it behind my back. "Reflexes are my strong suit." He whispers in my ear before letting me go.

He goes to kick me, but I quickly move out of the way. We dodge each other until he literally has me pinned up against the ropes. "Dammit girl." He groans, and pushes off me. "I may have met my match with you."

"Don't feed my ego, Jon." I taunt, and he smirks at me. "Come on, let's keep this thing going."

*** "Jo, can I see you in my office, please?" Jon asks me, and I step away from the punching bag, looking around at the other fighters training before walking over to him.

"Yes, bossman?" I ask, and he beckons me over to a room next to his office. "What's this?"

"This is where you will get ready for your fight tomorrow night, and I got you something special." He says, before walking further into the room, and pulls out an outfit.

It was purple, and lime green. My two favorite colors. I can't believe he remembered that I told him. Then he pulls out a robe that says "little fighter girl" his nickname for me.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him, and he hangs it up on the hook near the door.

"I see a lot of myself in you. You're a fighter, angel. Tomorrow night, show everyone else that I'm right."

"Thank you, Jon. You have no idea what those words mean to me." I tell him with tears in my eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all emotional."

"Come here." He tells me, and he pulls me in for a hug. "I'm betting on you, my little fighter girl."

"I won't let you down." I tell him, pulling away from him.

"I know you won't. Now, go get some rest. Need you ready for tomorrow." He says, and I nod before leaving the room.

*** "You're telling me you do this for fun?!" He yells in my face. "But yet you cry when I lay a hand on you. I told you it was an accident! I love you, why can't that be enough? Instead you parade around those filthy men in almost no clothing for money!"

"This isn't about you, Dylan! Why can't you fucking accept that?!"

He grabs me by my throat, and slams me up against the wall. "You are nothing but a pathetic little bitch. You are nothing with out me!" He let's me go, and I try to gasp for air. "Your mother was right, you don't deserve love. You deserve nothing."

I jolt awake and the memory, and see that it was just half past nine. Fuck. Why did I have to have that nightmare the night before my fight?

My chest begins to rise, and fall quickly. No fuck! Not now, please. Just breathe.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You know I love you right? I just lost control." Dylan tells me, and wraps his arm around me. "Why don't we go out for dinner? Somewhere nice?"

"I'm tired." I tell him, and he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Of all of it. I can't keep doing this."

"Baby, I'm sorry. Believe me!" He starts yelling. "I'm apologizing, and you don't want to listen to me!"

He takes my head, and slams it against the table. Pounding is all I feel, and my hearing was impaired. "Fuck, baby! Look what you made me do!"

"I thought I told you to get rest?" Jon's voice pulls me from another memory.

"Sorry, boss." I whisper and make my way to the room next to his office. I sit down, and he sits down across from me.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Jo. Tell me."

"Just had a few nightmares last night, no big deal." I tell him, and he moves to kneel in front of me.

"Do you need to reschedule? You don't look good, angel." He whispers.

"No. Fighting is the only thing I do right. I told you I wasn't going to let you down, and I keep my promises." I tell him, and he looks up at me. "I'll be fine."

"Jo." He says warily, and I wave my  hand at him.

"Go. I need to get ready." I tell him, and he sighs before picking himself up off the floor.

"Good luck, fighter girl." He says, and it actually puts a smile on my face.

As I make my way out, I see Jon from in the pit looking down at me. He sends me a wink, and I await my opponent.

Imagine Dylan's face. Give him what he always did to you. So, that's exactly what I did. I delivered many uppercuts, and straight punches, and she was out cold in under a minute.

I look up at Jon who smirks at me. My hand being raised, and men looking like they want to have me for dinner.

I make my way to the back, and lean against the door, breathing in. Man that felt good.

"Can I come in, angel?" Jon's voice is on the other side of the door. I open the door, and he pulls me on for a hug. "Forty five fucking seconds. You're so bad ass!"

"Watch out, I don't think there's room for both our egos in here." I joke, and pull away from him.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that you have a job now." He says, and I breath out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. Maybe I can get an actual apartment and decent food now." I say, laughing.

"Well, tonight dinner is on me. Have to take out my newest fighter! So, shower and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you fighter girl."

*** I was having about three fights a week starting out, and every single time, Jon was there to support me.

I was beginning to get the nickname "minute girl" by the fans, and I loved it.

"Hey minute girl, care for a drink?" I hear a voice ask, and I turn around to see them. My face pales, and I drop my drink. "Something wrong?"

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, and he gives me that devilish smile. The one I once fell in love with. "How did you find me?"

"You're popular, minute girl!" He yells, and I feel my skin crawl. I look over to Seth, and he sees my reaction.

"Stay away from me." I tell him, and he reaches up to touch my face. I flinch, and slap his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Is there a problem here?" Jon's voice comes from behind me.

"No. Dylan was just leaving." I say, and Dylan balls his hands into fists.

"What a shame, it was just getting interesting." Dylan says, and steps closer to me. "I know you miss me, baby doll."

I shove his chest to see him get furious enough, but he wouldn't hit me in public. "Can't calm your fighter?" Dylan asks Jon.

"Get the fuck out, and never come back. I'll know if you do." Jon says, and Seth takes him outside. I let out a breath, and grab the bar for support. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, can you take me home please?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Of course. Come on." He tells me, and I follow him to his car. "I'll come back for your car in the morning, alright?"

I nod, and pull my knees up to my chest in his passenger seat. "I'm sorry." I sniffle, and lift my head up to look at him. "I don't know how he found me."

"Who is he?" Jon carefully asks, and turns down the music volume.

"My ex. He's the reason I moved all the way out here." I whisper, and Jon looks at me with pity on his face.

"Bad break up?" He asks me, and I look down at his cigarettes. "Need one?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, but take it anyways. He lights it for me, and I inhale the smoke. "He used to beat me. Dylan."

I watch as Jon's hands tighten around the wheel. "He took advantage of me, too. That's why I broke that guy's wrist. I don't do well with strangers touching me, especially when I tell them no."

"Say the word and I can have him gone with no questions asked." Jon says, his demeanor rigid. "I mean it."

"What? Like kill him?" I ask, and he just stares at me. "You'd kill him for the things he's done to me?"

"I've killed people for a lot worse, angel." He says, and my body goes cold. He's killed people? "Only the bad people though, so, you're safe."

"You just admitted that you've killed people." I tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "You're not worried I'll run to the police?"

"Nope." He says calmly. "And you want to know why?" He says when we pull up to my new apartment.

"Because I know you've done it too."

#jonmoxley #wrestlingfanfic #aew

[bellysoupset]

this question is for the whole group ; what’s your favourite thing about your partner? also, what’s the thing they do that makes you want to pull your hair out? (this ask may or may not be inspired by the recent argument fics) 🍄

Hi 🍄, how are you?

Okay I'm going to try and keep this short and for this sake I'll try not to go TOO deep <- lying like a liar

Wendy: She loves how happy and open he is. Here's a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, who's almost always smiling and even when he's not, he makes no effort to play sullen and mysterious. She really likes not having play guessing game with Vin. Vince is a bit of a doormat though and it drives her crazy. She's the one always telling him to assert himself and he's like 🥺 but what if people get sad I said no. | Lighter version: LOVES that man's arms and tummy. Hates the fact he's always leaving his clothes around.

Jonah: Leo's secret personality - aka his bitchy side that only Jon gets to see - is something Jonah looooves. He takes immense pleasure seeing Leo flip flop like day and night between the sweetness that he truly is and the huge bitch that only Jon gets to see. He doesn't love how Leo shuts down, though. He'd rather face yelling and tears than Leo shutting him out and when that happens it drives Jon crazy. | Lighter version: He's obsessed with Leo's hair. Hates Leo inability to close a fucking door.

Bella: Lucas cares so much. About everything and everyone, not just the people he considers his family. He'll go out of his way to help anyone and this is truly what made her fall for him. Hates when his competitive streak gets the best of him, especially when it turns against him. Like when he's bulking and can't quit it even if it's hurting him, because he has to win. When he picks a fight and won't drop it. | Lighter version: She's a thighs woman through and through. Lucas has more hickeys there than anywhere else. If he clogs their toilet again she's going to tear him to pieces.

Leo: Jonah acts on his feelings. He's not the type of declare pretty words, at all, but acts of service are his love language. He'll stay up nights because of his patients, he'll pick fights for Leo, he'll put up with anything. Leo really loves how easily Jonah translates to him. Hates how stubborn Jonah can get. Because Leo reads him so easily, it's terribly frustrating when he knows Jon wants to do something but won't because he's proud. | Lighter version: Jon inherited his mom's model features - sharp jaw, beautiful chin, sparkly hazel eyes, cheek bones, long arms and legs. Leo truly thinks he's the hottest dude he's ever come across. Now if Jonah could STOP attracting men and women like flies, Leo would be happy.

Lucas: Bella is the most hardworking person he knows. She's won't give up, if she sets her mind to something it doesn't matter how shit she is at it at first, she WILL excel in it. Lucas adores this fire in her, he'll happily bend over backwards to help her achieve whatever. He hates how stubborn she is. It's the same flaw he has, but in particular when it comes to Bella's health. He's an over worrier about health so seeing Bell give that little crap about her own health makes him angry. | Lighter version: Error 404 she's the hottest woman ever. Sorry. He adores her laughter, it's giggly and girly and doesn't match her at all. Hates the fact Bella thinks she's Dr. Pimple Popper Jr and will chase him around to pop any pimple she sees. Put those claws away.

Vince: Adores the duality between Wendy taking 0 shit from people, but being a cupcake in the form of a woman. He's always liked sweet girls, but it always ended up badly for Vince because they also were too lenient and meshed with his own doormat tendencies... The relationship fizzled out and died. Wendy is not like that. She's a flower of a girl, but she'll die on her hills and Vince respects this more than anything. He doesn't love how insecure Wendy can be and how she refuses to talk it out. If he's super open, Wendy is super private and it drives him crazy. | Lighter version: DIMPLES. Cheek dimples, ass dimples, she's like a squish toy and Vince WILL chew on her. Hates how she'll spend 200 bucks in a mascara but not in something she actually needs like tires for her car. Please be practical Wendy.

#myocs #under 1k so i count it as a win #🍄 anon #<3

[fandom-writer642]

Stone Skipping Final Part

Summary: The Batfamily has always been so crazy that no one notices the silent sister. She’s made her way through college with no one else realizing, sometimes forgetting about her completely. How many times can she bounce back before sinking?

Warnings: Angst?

Request: Part one wasn’t.

Pairing?: Family; Batfamily x Sister! Reader a small bit of Bart Allen x Reader at the end.

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The CCPD was calmer than normal, no crimes from any of the rouges but it could not be said by some of the other cities in the country. Work was simple, a catch up day of reports for most. (Y/n) Wayne was looking through a few cases that were thought to be linked. She had been working for the CCPD for the past two years, starting the job in her last year of college.

It had been five years since Damian and her moved to Central City. Damian worked as a veterinarian not too far, though (Y/n) said he would’ve been a good asset to the Police Department as a detective. Both left the lives they lived in Gotham behind, not wanting to go back. They may be the biological heirs to the company but they knew Tim could handle it just fine. Neither (Y/n) or Damian ever made a move to talk to their dad or brothers. Alfred was the only one allowed to stay with them.

"(Y/n), there are two men asking to talk to you," an officer stated.

"What are their names? Because if it's my dad or brother's I don't want to speak with them."

The guy nodded and walked away to go talk to the pair that wanted to talk to her. Quickly she compared fingerprints and weapons from a recent case to one that happened a few months back. The crimes were very similar, too similar in the way they were planned, they had to be connected in some way or shape.

“(Y/n), they said their names were Bart Allen and Jon Kent. Do you still want them to come in?”

A smile graced the young woman’s face and she nodded, “Yes right away.”

Jon, Bart, Damian and (Y/n) were all close friends. They helped each other out and helped each other through school. More often than that they just hung out like normal people and lived normal lives. Inside jokes and random visits were a normalcy among the group, not one falter was possible between them. (Y/n) was going to guess that the man was new to the station since everyone knew who Jon and Bart were. Looking up as two figures she stood up sharply a glare in her eyes. Now she was certain the man was new or paid off, no one would let those two in to talk to her. It was common knowledge that the (Y/n) and Damian Wayne didn't talk to the rest of their family and everyone knew who was in the group.

She tapped her bracelet that went unnoticed at the sight of the two. Damian would come as soon as possible, as would Bart and Jon. She needed to get away from these two, now.

"Sit down sis, we just want to chat."

"There is nothing to chat about Timothy. Why did you and Richard come? You know I want nothing to do with Gotham or the rest of our family. So why are you two bothering me while I'm clearly working?"

Both men frowned at her, "Look we just wanted to apologize about-"

"About what?” (Y/n) cut off. She was well aware that her co-workers were getting ready to move the two young men if needed. “About forgetting my existence for all the time you’ve known me? Only showing you cared when I left for Central? Richard, Timothy, if you wanted anytime to apologize then it should have been soon after I left. It’s been five years, not five weeks, five years. I’ve made a life for myself and so has Damian, we don’t plan on leaving our new lives.

“If you wished to apologize then go ahead apologize, that doesn’t mean a I’ll be forgiving you for what you did. You can talk to Damian, that is if he doesn’t punch you first.” She nodded as she looked past the two and to her friends and little brother. None of them looked happy, in fact Damian looked ready to murder both of them, Tim mostly.

“Honestly, don’t you remember when we skipped stones?” Dick tried to get to her. All he got was a blank look and a nod. “We had fun and we were siblings.”

“The key words in that sentence are had and were. Dick, you have no right to come here and make sure she talks to you.”

Dick looked at Bart in surprise of what came out of the young speedster’s mouth. Jon nodded in agreement and Damian was faster than you could blink. One second he was next to Jon and the next he was in front of Tim. The only things holding back were his morals and Jon’s grip on his arm.

“(Y/n) we can remove them from the premises if you wish.”

“That won’t be necessary Captain. I’m sorry for the disruption, may I leave early?”

“Of course.”

The woman packed her things and grabbed Tim’s and Dick’s arms before dragging them out with her three boys behind her, all chuckling in amusement. Soon they reached a small diner where the six got a table.

“Why are you two here?” (Y/n) questioned. She looked Tim dead in the eye and he couldn’t help but remember the night she had left, the day right before Damian’s graduation. Dick couldn’t believe how much his sister had grown from when he last saw her on Christmas about six or seven years back.

“We wanted to talk,” Dick replied, he was trying hard to stay calm but couldn’t as Jon sat next to him, giving him pointed glares.

Damian rolled his eyes from across Jon, “Well, we’re talking. You better say what you need to by the time this early dinner ends. We have places to be.”

“The winter festival,” Tim guessed. “We know what you four have been up to for the past few years. You all volunteer at homeless shelters, help out where ever your needed, only as your civil identities. You four are like everyday heroes that help with the small stuff.”

“While that is all correct, why have you been keeping tabs on us in the first place?” Damian questioned, his eyes zeroed in on the older men.

Dick shrugged, “Wanted to make sure our little siblings are well and safe.”

The two Waynes scoffed and rolled their eyes, glancing down at the menus. They both doubted that was the reason why they tried to corner (Y/n) at her job. The waitress took their drink orders and hurried off but the tension still stood.

“Look, why are you really here? What could you possibly know?”

“Enough,” Tim said causally. “Damian’s a veterinarian, not that I’m surprised by that. You’re a forensic sciencetist, that was a little startling seeing as you went to medical school. Jon’s a journalist like Clark, one of the best actually which is surprising, I always remembered you as a goof ball. Bart is also a scienctist that specializes in physics. All four of you live in Central City, right across the hall from each other in fact. (Y/n) and Damian live in the same apartment that the had moved into and Jon and Bart live as roommates right around the hall. However, Jon and Damian spend more time with each other while Bart and (Y/n) spend more time with each other. Should we be worried about that?”

“Should you even care?” Bart snapped. “These are our personal lives and no offense Drake, we don’t want you in it. You had your shot and you missed it.”

“Look, we just want to set a new play field,” Dick began. “We don’t have to be friends though we’d prefer it. We know being siblings is out of the question so friends?”

“Acquaintances,” Damian spoke up. “We’ll see about friends in the future but we’re acquaintances. I don’t forgive you for what you’ve done and by the look in (Y/n)’s not forgiving you guys either.”

“Damian’s correct, I don’t forgive you and nor will I be your friend at this time. We will only be acquaintances and nothing more. I have not intention on being your sister in any time.”

The six sat in silence, a little less tension than before. Soon after dinner was over they went their separate ways. Though Dick and Tim were not Damian and (Y/n)’s siblings and would never be, perhaps becoming friends would be better. The pair went back to Gotham and informed everyone of what had happened, no one was overly pleased. The group of four however enjoyed the rest of their evening laughing and talking all happy that the festival was taking place.

There were things that had changed over the past five years like stones being skipped.

First, Damian stopped being so serious and stiff. He would talk, laugh, and joke like most people his age would. He enjoyed his life as he lived it and didn’t insult people unless they deserved it. The press and media saw the change of the Past Gotham Prince and people saw him as he had truly become. A young man with a love for animals who was actually a truly caring person that would help anyone and everyone.

Second, (Y/n) had let her emotions take more control over her thoughts and actions than she normally had. She was able to help as many people as she could both in and out of her job. She was great at her job and people seemed to recognize her as more than just a silent and pretty face. She was a smart woman and was ready for most anything and to help those who needed it. She wasn’t Gotham City’s princess anymore but a Central City Hero.

Third, Jon had indeed moved to Central City and followed Clark’s footsteps as he became one of the best journalists known around the nation. He gave his adoptive parents a run for their money as he wrote and got his stories published. His powers helped him, especially his super hearing which could pick up most conversations that he wanted to hear. He was a favorite in Central City for his writing, it was something that surprised those closest to him but he had a natural talent for it.

Fourth, Bart gave up the superhero gig and started a normal life. He’d get called in about once every year for an extreme emergency and that was all he’d listen to. He didn’t have an easy job as a physicist as it was a complicated task but he enjoyed it none the less. He was one of the best in the city.

Fifth, Bart and (Y/n) had gotten together, but they didn’t go public. Last thing they wanted was for the press and media to find out so they just acted like good friends in front of people. It hasn’t changed the group’s dynamic at all, they were all great friends and that would never stop.

They had changed into people they never thought they would be. All four were happy, glad to have each other and glad to have left.

“Stone skipping?” Damian asked as they got hot chocolate.

“I was naive, thought it was fun. I liked to see how far I could get it to skip before sinking.”

The group smiled and joked around, teasing each other as the winter festival brought joy to everyone there. Even so, Damian couldn’t help but think that people themselves were like skipping stones, they could only go so far before they sunk to their lowest point. It was only a matter of time before someone went to pick them back up again and test how far they could go once again and doing better than before, perhaps even reaching the goal that was set. It was a never ending cycle and he couldn’t help but smile even more as he realized that his sister was like an embodiment of that cycle.

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Note: I don’t know why, but writing the last part made me very emotional. When writing this chapter I realized what Damian had and I hope I’ve entertained you! You can message me request if you want me to write something but I hope you all have a good day and enjoyed what I wrote. Also shoutout to @lizlil for being so kind and writing what she had. But shoutout to everyone that liked the story or commented on them.

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[ritchieblackless]

[Ranking Of Cozy music eras]

Well, as many of you know, Cozy did A LOT of things with many musicians and playing different styles. He appeared on at least 66 albums and counting another session work, some hidden works (Like Supertision and Ballroom Blitz) in total is nearly 90 things that he did! (that's why it took me so long, I had to listen to all again) but always one era will be better than other so... at the request of @thespiritofvexation (and I wanted to because is a excellent idea) here are the ranking of Cozy music eras.

Note: I'll try to be objective about this but also you'll get my opinion.

9. Whitesnake.

(As you can notice, Cozy's solo album is there. I put it because is in same era. I did this with all Cozy's solo albums 'cause the poor boy didn't have the time to make a proper solo career... he didn't like that very much anyway.)

Well first thing I'll highlight about this work... is the fact that his drumming is plain, so plain... for being Cozy Powell. You know, Blues rhythm, one bass drum and tomb with a little bit of cymbal... plain. But it's alright because the album needed that type of drumming (Not pun intended of course) I'm just saying that his drumming is so plain because the songs (Blues/Hard Rock) needed that, otherwise, it would have sounded a bit Rainbow-ish. Remember that Cozy was so versatile. He had a strong style but if the song needed the opposite of his style, he was going to do it.

Whitesnake era for me is not his best but LIVE. He on stage was another story. He was amazing.

Songs with Cozy's signature: Hungry For Love.

A side from Whitesnake we have his solo album which is one of his best works. Octopuss was a successful album. We have his mix between classical music and his drumming which is mind blowing. Hard Rock tracks like The Rattler, Formula One (Good one, Cozy) and Princetown and one ballad (Because he liked... a true sweetheart.) Dartmoore.

8. Michael Schenker Group.

His work here is what I like to call "Angry Drumming"

He didn't get along with Michael Schenker so they were fighting everytime. So all he did in this only album with MSG he did it angry... that's why is so good. He was "in mourning" trying to get over Rainbow so he had no better idea that making his drumming sound Rainbow-ish (I can relate) taking advantage of the situation that MSG was a heavy rock band. Not Rainbow, but still. There are a lot of Cozy's fills and Cozy's arrangements on the songs too more than Whitesnake.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Attack Of The Mad Axeman, But I Want More and Feeling Like A Good Thing (Live). 

Now, a side from MSG we have his second solo album. Tilt have jazz-fusion songs like Cat Moves. A  rock tracks too like The Blister and Hot Rock. And with some funky thing like The Right Side with another ballad (Because he is a sweetheart) Sunset. Tilt was an anti-commercial album with a nice success. Also, the album have two “Dark” songs which are Living In A Lie and Jekyll Hyde (Inspired of course in Mr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde... Cozy’s favourite book... such a nerdy.)

7. Brian May Band.

We know how important Cozy was for Brian May’s solo career and Brian himself... (But I’ll not going to talk about this now, because I’m focused only on his drumming.)

Basically Brian told him “Be yourself, I don’t need a type of drumming” So that is what you listen when you listen those three albums... a free, happy Cozy. So powerful as always and creative. Of course Cozy had to be powerful because he was trying to cheer Brian up (He is so sweet). Believe me when I say that this is his best work in his last days! Its amazing the heavy-hand that he still had. For moments you think that you are listening Rainbow by the power of his drumming and the songs are completely stunning. 

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Cyborg, The Guv’nor, Resurrection, Rollin’ Over.

Now, his solo album. The Drums Are Back was not a successful album with bad reviews saying that Cozy was recycling himself. I personally don’t think Cozy was recycling himself, I just think that he had his own way to do songs and make albums.In spite the bad critics and no success, the album was top ten in Japan.. HA! The Drums Are Back have really groovy songs like The Drums Are Back, Legend Of The Glass Mountain (He really never got over Rainbow..). Rock songs like The Rocket and Ride To Win. And three ballads (Because he is a sweet-... well you get it) Battle Hymn, Cryin’ and Somewhere In Time.

6. Peter Green Splinter Group. 

This album is a proof of Cozy’s versatility and still young drumming. 

He and Peter Green got along really well so their chemistry was reflected in the music and live performances (Unfortunately a very few with Cozy) Yeah, the whole album is basically blues, okay? But the thing is that Cozy, no matter how slow the blues was, he would let you know that was him playing the drums.And I need to say that: HE PLAYED BLACK MAGIC WOMAN WONDERFULLY... (just that, back to the point). 

Peter didn't tell him how to play drums in Fleetwooc Mac’s songs, Cozy just did it and he did it fantastic. Also, his drumming sounded so young, so strong and with presence. Its mind blowing really because you don’t expect Cozy at the age of 50 playing strongly but he actually did. He did his drum roll thing with just one bass drum, he was still so noisy as always (I’m so sorry just this era puts me soft)  

Songs with Cozy’s signature:Homework, Going Down. 

And his solo-... oh... right... *Runs to bathroom to cry*

5. 80s Work.

 Well, time to time (For not saying always) Cozy liked to participate in his friends’s albums when he had a little free time with the band that he was in at the time. I did this 80s work section here because I cant believe that amount of things that he did while he was playing in other bands (I mean, u r for real?)...I put the most popular ones but out there are a lot of unknown Cozy works in the 80s with several bands. I just felt that his 80s works deserved a position in the ranking. This is another proof of his versatility but, with a little of his style of course. 

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Tender Babes by Jon Lord, Night Games by Graham Bonnet, Slow Dancer by Rober Plant, Believe by Tom Galley (Phenomena) Shakey Ground by Bernie Marsden, Running from The Storm by Gary Moore and well.. ETC (and many many etcs)

4. Black Sabbath

This is when Cozy turns his “Beast Mode” on.

I don’t know why, maybe because he knew what Black Sabbath was (Tony: Join my emo band.... Cozy: okay) and what it needed..? because that is his normal drumming..? (I'm sure that is his normal drumming.) But he literally blows your mind in every- fucking *wheezes* song. The three Black Sabbath albums are filled with unexpected Cozy's fills (No matter how many times you've listened to those albums, he is unexpected.) His beat is very heavy and very exact too. He was a fan of Bill Ward so I'll be not surprised if he tried to get that heaviness! (I mean, Cozy has his own heaviness but what I'm saying is that maybe Cozy wanted to make a proper Black Sabbath sound) 

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Headless Cross, The Call Of The Wild. Basically all TYR and talk about Forbidden is forbidden... (I’m joking. Is a good album too)

3.Jeff Beck/ RAK 

Well, for start I put them together because when Jeff Beck Group disbanded, the following year he signed a contract with Micky Most and RAK. So, he was a secessionist, a well-known secessionist. He was in the circle for someone who needed a powerful-jazzy style. It’s like the 80s works really (omg Cozy get a grip). He was a really demanded drummer, everyone wanted him and he eventually worked with everyone. He had a very well-known beat by that time, you easily can tell was Cozy but he also had to be more open to the different styles that he was asked to play (Basically he can’t play like him all the time). He also had some discredited stuff, like Ballroom Blitz by The Sweet (It’s so obvious) and Superstition by Steve Wonder (I know, I know that it says Stevie played everything BUT NOT IN THIS CASE DON’T BELIEVE HIM. What you hear in the song is Cozy playing.) and more like some Suzi Quatro’s songs.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Ballroom Blitz, Superstition, Cosmic Wheels, Band Of The Salvation Army Band by Tony Ashton and Jon Lord.

Now his solo stuff: Here comes his baby, his household, his precious treasure, his (okay you get it) Dance With The Devil single. It’s a friendly instrumental which they did for a laugh but it became seriously successful... (Yes, they didn’t mean to do it but they did) Micky Most ask to Cozy if he wanted to be a single and Cozy said yes thinking that it was not going to be a big deal but *BUM* 1 Million of copies sold (Literally Cozy stayed at home two days laying looking at the ceiling because he can’t believe it) Of course they did the Dance with the devil part 2 which is Man In Black but it didn't work as well as the first one.They did Cozy Powell’s Hammer but it was kinda a fail too although the band had several tour dates. 

This is when Cozy met his lost brother (okay no) This is when Cozy tried his best to play good jazz but instead came up this.. jazz fusion-rock-weird thing. So the thing here was: Jeff didn't know how to explain Cozy what the wanted him to play and Cozy was getting mad about it (Jeff: You can do ta.. tatada tss, ts ts ta da ta... Cozy: Honestly Jeff wtf?) so he did what he thought was better for the record and Ta-Da! Rough And Ready was born. Cozy’s drumming is a bit lighter and he uses a lot the cymbals for a swing-jazz rhythm.  

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Going Down, Ice Cream Cakes, Situation, Short Business.

2. Rainbow.

(Omg Martina are you fcking crazy????) Yes I didn’t put Rainbow in the first place...A new hope for Cozy (This sounds like Star Wars movie or something)

Okay, this is one of his best eras because he was all recovered of his disappointment in music business in 1975. He literally gave up with music (poor babe) until Ritchie called him (Ritchie: Join my emo band... Cozy: okay) . He was ready and decided to show that he wasn't a poor drummer... and he did.He played all his tricks, he was so unpredictable and powerful. He actually was lead drummer (I’m not sure if that exists) He didn't played with the bass like a normal rhythm section, he played with Ritchie. Cozy live with Rainbow was so unbelievable, like the unexpected fill in Catch The Rainbow, Man On The Silver Mountain... To be honest, the first Rainbow album sounds so plain without Cozy, it’s like.. something is missing (Basically Cozy changed the band). His beat is so heavy, strong and incredible.Also his 1812 Overture which is just mind blowing. He was a happy Cozy in Rainbow, that’s why he played so brilliantly (and he was Ritchie’s goal friend... what is better than that?) Cozy did an amazing job in Rainbow... (No words...)

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Stargazer, Run with the Wolf, Mistreated (Live), Lost In Hollywood, Eyes Of The World, Gates Of Babylon, Light In The Black, All Night Long and.. all.(Literally all)

Now, his first solo work: Basically he had nostalgia for Hammer and the press still had bad relationship with Cozy saying things like “He is just Dance With The Devil and nothing more” so Cozy want to make an album so fantastic to shut them up. He called to his friends and all was ready... but they needed a bassist so Cozy took his chance and asked Jack Bruce if he can play in his album (Cozy was such a Cream/Jack fanboy.. he was almost his male crush lol.) Fortunately for Cozy, Jack said yes and they recorded it. The album had a fantastic success, extremely high success. The album had fantastic songs like Theme One (Courtesy of George Martin), The Killer, El Sid, Heidi Goes To Town and one sweet ballad (Sweetheart) The Loner (Dedicated to Jeff Beck... That is actually very cute). 

1. ELPowell

(ARE YOU JOKING?????) No, i’m not joking and i’ll tell you why. Also this is when Cozy became a prog nerd. 

The only one reason that I chose ELPowell as best Cozy music era instead of Rainbow... it’s because he stepped out of his Comfort Zone. This is the REAL proof of Cozy’s versatility. He did amazing things in Rainbow yes but in the end was rock and roll... This is different, this is progressive rock (I don’t really care about Progressive people’s discussion about 80s progressive rock... I’m talking only about Cozy) and Cozy didn’t know a THING about progressive and he still did it amazing. Of course, he took what Carl did and he simplified it to carry it to what he can do... and he did it very well. He had to learn all the ELP’s songs studying them (That’s when he accidentally listened to all elp discography and some Genesis, Yes and well... he became a nerd) He started to experiment with new percussion instruments that Carl used before.. (Like those bells that you hit them with a little hammer... no? okay) He became a KONG BOY too. He literally learned a whole new drumming style but of course with his Cozy sound. Tarkus played by Cozy is amazing, and when he is doing the Congas in From The Beginning kills me every time (That tank tee and those muscles...) and those drum solos...(Damn) they are really something else. And this is the same case of Rainbow.. he was recovering from his disappointment in Whitesnake so he was so enthusiastic about playing with Keith and Greg.  

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Touch and Go, The Score, Mars the Bringer of War. 

THIS IS THE END... GOD this took me an eternity and I explained so much i’m so sorry this is not going to happen again. This is the first and the last time that I’ll make a large post! (For my own mental health) This is so large, I didn’t mean to, sorry! Nobody will read it to the end but I don’t care... and if you do thanks very much this costed me two nights <3 (And sorry if there are any grammar errors) 

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[staytiny-angel]

Safe Haven 4/?

Rating: E

Pairings: Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch, Eventually Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Sasha Banks/Bayley/Charlotte Flair, Mandy Rose/Trent Seven, Jordan Devlin/Millie McKenzie, Ruby Riott/Liv Morgan

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of violence

Chapter Summary: Drew and Becky get to know their new mate better while meeting members of his unorthodox family, Plans are made to rescue Roman from Heyman's evil clutches.

Taglist:

@hitory--chan @sethsevolution @finnsauroraborealis @the-beastslayers-queen @pikapuff316 @writinglionqueen @writtingrose

"SETHIE!" Seth hadn't even made it back to town before being tackled by a overly hyperactive blonde girl.

"I missed you too Liv" Seth groaned, slightly out of breath.

"You're lucky I'm here and not Rubes, she's very mad at ya"

Seth grimaced at the thought of seeing his older sister.

"Hey! Redhead!" Liv yelled at Becky. "Is this too basic" she gestured at her hair.

"Um-"

"You're right, too boring" Liv pulled out a compact mirror and smiled at it, Becky and Drew staring in shock as her hair turned bubblegum pink.

"How?" Drew asked Seth.

"Liv's a chaos fairy. Hyper 24/7, pranks everybody. C'mon brat" Liv squealed and hopped onto his back..

"Hey Livvie, Mom conjured my clothes..would you mind?" Seth asked his sister's girlfriend

Drew and Becky watched curiously as the unremarkable clothes Seth's mother had put on him morphed into dark-grey skinny jeans and a blood-red t-shirt.

"Hair too?" the fairy asked

"Yes please."

Seth shook his head and a quarter of it immediately went blond "There ya go Sethie! You look like you again, only bigger!" Liv giggles, patting the wolf on the head.

"Thanks Livvy" Seth grinned. "You're still small though"

"I'm still bigger than Millie!" Liv managed to kick Seth in the hip. "Good luck apologizing to everyone. Trent's mad because you made Tyler cry!"

"Tyler always cries!"

"Okay true, but you also made Mandy upset!"

"How long have you been away from home?" Becky asks

"I haven't lived in Haven in 8 years. I lost contact with everyone 18 months ago." Seth explained

"Dude the only reason we didn't completely lose it was because we still felt you through the pack bond" Liv tells him "We knew you weren't dead but...it was hard, anyway so why are you with the newbies?" Liv asked as they made their way to the main house.

"They're my mates." Seth said simply.

"Oooooh, Sethie's got two mates!" Liv said excitedly. Becky looking at her with caution. "I need to see Sarah, you are making me coffee later!" Liv hugged him and skipped off, Becky and Drew watching her.

"I've only heard of chaos fairies, she was...unique" Becky said.

"I need to remind Ceasero she's not allowed any caffeine" Seth said shaking his head

The three mates walked along the path back to the town in silence after Liv left. None of them really knowing what to say.

"So you guys have had this town for a long time?" Becky finally broke the increasingly uncomfortable tension

"My grandparents founded Haven. Grandfather...used to run a circus and all of the acts were different beings. When he retired, everyone just settled here. Haven was these old fairgrounds and some of the woods surrounding it."

"A Circus?" Drew exclaimed

"Grandfather was a warlock, especially skilled in persuasion and he figured it would be a way for him and his friends to not only use their abilities for profit, but to not have to hide as much. Normies will ignore most Supe shit if they think its a trick"

"Absolutely true, they're dense as hell" Becky replied.

"So, you knew Finn?" Seth asked.

"Sort of, his name was Prince back then, always wondered what happened, not surprised that vampires had something to do with it...when they helped save you. I can't believe I just said that" Becky facepalmed, remembering what Mox and Stephanie had said.

Seth smiled and shook his head "I know Haven is an odd case. Weird even amongst the weird. I mean, I'm the Wolf/Warlock hybrid that claims a Lion, a Witch, a Vampire Queen and a Vampire thats the vessel for a literal demon king for parents. Weird is kinda my thing"

"Do you remember that night?" Becky asked. Seth looked down, toying with his amulet before sitting down.

"A little. I remember being in a car with my mommy and daddy" Seth said in a faraway voice "The was a big flash of light and loud noise, and then I was flying through the woods. I had bite marks on the back of my neck. Knowing now what I know about my bio parents, I think my Mom shifted and was carrying me through the woods by the scruff of my neck."

Becky hesitantly reached over and touched the top of Seth's bowed head. Drew looking on silently. It seemed like his spitfire was already growing attached to the younger man, while Drew himself was more hesitant. Seth lived...by Drew's upbringing, an unnatural life. Haven was a lot to get used to and he'd had Becky to himself for so long.

"Do you think it's possible that your mom changed you?" Drew asked. "To protect you?"

"Could be I don't know" Seth pulled his hair. "I don't like thinking about it"

"Hey brat" A girl said, materializing next to the three. She was holding a coffee cup and had red lowlights and was so pale, Drew thought she could be a vampire.

"Hey, Ruby." Seth said quietly, "Guys this is one of my sisters."

"Yo." The girl greeted them easily and handed her brother the Chicago Bears to-go mug "One Double Chocolate Cappuccino, courtesy of Cesaro. Figured you could use it, heard you haven't had coffee in a year or so."

"No espresso?" Seth groaned.

"You know he puts too much in" Ruby said, "Besides I want to be able to sleep tonight. Your howling was obnoxious" she turned to Drew and Becky. "If either of you hurt my little brother, I will rip out your eyes and shove them down your throats"

"Ruby."

"What it's true. We lost you once, brat. Never again" She replied with a smile

"Did anyone mention that Seth is the baby?" Ruby asked

"Millie is younger then me thank you very much" Seth said rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his drink

"Millie hasn't been missing for 18 months, and gone for 7 and a half years before that. So excuse us if we're all a bit concerned about all this" she says waving a hand at Drew and Becky.

"Excuse me, who's Millie?" Becky asked.

"My baby cousin" Seth replied fondly. "She's my Uncle Shawn's kid"

"She's a fire siren, sneezes out fire like crazy" Ruby added, drinking her coffee.

"She doesn't have much in the way of control yet. So she sets shit on fire a lot...luckily her mate is a water sprite. Jordan is really great st putting out flare-ups" Seth explains "Please don't threaten my mates. Honestly, I'm a hot mess. I doubt they even want to be with me anyway"

"Nonsense" Ruby waved her hand. "Mates are mates always. Do you think I would have gotten with Liv by choice?" Seth chuckled and blushed when Becky smiled at him. " Does anyone know about Ro?" He asked.

Ruby's face fell. "Mom is working on a tracking spell, since you don't remember exactly where Heyman's compound is located. Dad is making her rest before she casts it though so that won't be done until tomorrow, the good this is that Heyman can only do his enslaving curse during the full moon...so we have 6 days to find Ro."

"Fuck" Seth pulled at his hair. "None of this would have happened if I hadn't ran away"

"Stop it" Drew said, gently pulling Seth's hands down.

Drew had sat there quietly listening to the exchange between Seth and his sister, trying to learn more about the odd man the fates had bound him and his firecracker to. From what he'd gathered so far Seth was well-loved by his mismatched pack and had been sorely missed while on his journey of self-discovery.

"Don't beat yourself up. You couldn't have known any of this would happen" Drew says softly, still holding Seth's hands in his larger ones. Seth's brother had been right. Seth did look amazingly...like a slightly smaller version of himself, less so now that part of his hair was platinum blonde.

"He's my big brother" Seth whimpered. "He doesn't even know I'm not mad at him anymore, if Paul's spell works on him, he'll be gone for good" Drew unknowingly wiped away a tear that had trailed down Seth's face.

Becky wrapped her arms around Seth's waist "That isn't going to happen, sweetheart. We are going to get your brother back and Heyman will pay for everything he's done to both of you." She says fiercely. To which Seth nodded but said nothing.

"Forgive me for asking but are you his sister from the witch side or vampire side?" Drew asked Ruby.

"Stephanie and Hunter, can't be around Finn and Violet, my blood is toxic and Bálor hates me" Ruby answered

"I only have one sibling from Finn and Violet and that's Jordan. He's the last of Finn's pre vampiric bloodline. His parents died when he was a baby, and an old woman from his clan brought him to Haven shortly after" Seth tells them.

"Is this the same Jordan that's your cousin's mate?" Becky asked. "Yeah, thought my uncle was gonna kill him, then Finn was gonna kill him" Seth shook his head.

"Haven is completely integrated? " Drew asked, he and Becky hadn't realized just how many different species of Supernatural inhabited the small town.

"Unless they can't be around each other for a physiological reason, yep" Ruby answered "One of our cousins is a sun sprite, and she glows with actual sunlight. So she can't be around Finn and Violet."

"No one gets turned away unless you give our father a reason to" Seth said, "The pack is a family"

#shai writes #seth rolllins #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins fic #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins smut #becky lynch fanfic #becky lynch #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew macintyre #drew mcintyre #rollynch #Rollynchtyre