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junggunz · 3 months

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wet ft. owen knight | 🔞

summary: owen is a little obsessed with you. but it's in the best way. cw: fem!reader, smut, shower sex, fluff if you squint, pwp, oral (f receiving), p in v, all characters featured are 18+ wc: 1.8k an: requested! i was gonna post this with the jay jo smut but likee...i made yall wait long enough LOL. enjoy bbys. windbreaker simps plz join my discord server too so we can thirst together-

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At the start of your day, Owen is practically latched to your hip; standing beside you at the bathroom counter while you brush your teeth and wash your face. While you’re picking out your clothes, he watches you choose your outfit so he can find something to coordinate or match with you. When you sit down in front of the mirror to do your makeup, he’s in total awe—wondering how you could look pretty naturally and in total glam. So smitten with you, every little thing you do captivates him and with every step you take, he wants to be next to you whenever he can.

During your night time routine, it’s usually the same thing. Except for tonight. Owen had let you out of his sight for a couple minutes and you had the audacity to start your shower without him. He hears the water running in the bathroom while he had been cleaning up after dinner like you had asked him to and immediately stops what he’s doing to stomp over to the bathroom.

“Showering? Without me?” Owen asks you from outside the shower stall. You don’t even have to see his face to know that he’s angrily pouting. Pulling back the curtain, you give him an apologetic smile.

“Today is my hair washing day. You know how serious I am about my hair routine.” You tell him, but his expression doesn’t change and he’s already in the process of undressing so he could join you.

“And you know I love helping you with that.” He quips back, inviting himself into the spacious shower and accompanying you under the warm water.

Seeing that you were in the middle of shampooing your hair, Owen’s hands replace yours and gently massage your scalp; the movement of his fingers having a magic like quality to them that has you closing your eyes and sighing contentedly. Without even realizing it, you’re leaning into his body.

“See? Isn't it so much better when you have me to help you?” He whispers in your ear, giving you a light kiss on your temple before reaching for the detachable shower head to rinse out the shampoo carefully. Once that’s done, Owen treats your hair with the utmost care as he works the conditioner into the ends, then slowly pulls away while waiting for the product to absorb into your locks.

“Owen, seriously— you don’t need to do all this.” You mumble shyly, watching him create a soapy lather with your body wash and washcloth.

“But I want to.” He stubbornly insists, bringing the fragrant soap to your skin and gently washing you; leaving no part of your body untouched.

You can’t tell if it’s because of how intimately yet oh so innocently Owen had touched you or if it’s because of the steam filling the shower stall—though it was highly likely both things were factors—that had your head dizzy and your thoughts out of sorts. There was a reason why you weren’t too keen on having Owen intrude on your shower and you were being reminded of it with each pass of his fingers over your slippery skin.

Yes, Owen was the clingier one in your relationship. But he was so charming and so sweet, it was easy as pie for him to be able to seduce you into becoming just as needy as he was. It came as natural to him as breathing; you couldn’t even fathom how much of a menace he would be if he intentionally tried to rile you up as often as he casually got your heart racing. After so much time together, you thought by now you would grow some sort of immunity to his allure; yet here you are, trying not to jump on him and ruin the tranquil atmosphere of the shower.

Silly you for ever thinking Owen couldn’t pick up on how you were feeling.

“Baby…” He calls out to you in such a honeyed voice, the last thing you expect to fall from his lips is him asking to fuck you right on the spot.

Back pressed against the cold tiles of the wall, Owen’s lips kiss every inch of you in an almost overzealous manner after taking your breath away in a steamy liplock. Your lips are swollen and parted as you watch him kiss his way down until he’s crouching before you and hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder. Face buried into your cunt so all you can see is his brilliant blonde hair, your hips roll against his mouth; mewling in delight as his tongue treats you with even more precise care than he had given you while helping you wash your hair. The wet muscle darts out, dragging hot lines over your clit before starting to gently suckle.

Your head is spinning from the sweet suction that Owen’s soft, pouty lips give you. As he amps up the intensity of the sucking, your hands fly to his wet hair and hold on for dear life; his name falling from your lips like a mantra. Fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass, Owen is quick to pull you back down onto his mouth when you lift your hips to escape the hungry lashing of tongue. You taste so good and you’re so sweet to him, giving him more to lick up as you get closer and closer to falling apart. Even though your body thrashes and squirms in his hold to fight off the impending finish, he wants it so bad he’s practically aching for it; just the idea of you cumming in his mouth has jolts of pleasure rushing to his cock.

“Why are you holding back?” He questions quietly, his voice almost inaudible due to the pitter patter of water against the tile and your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“I don’t wanna finish like this.” You admit bashfully, laughing a little. “It feels selfish—”

You don’t need to explain yourself any further before Owen is slowly rising until he’s standing straight, looking down at you with an affectionate smile; his tongue briefly poking out to lick away the remaining traces of your juices on his lips.

“Aw, baby, you know I love taking care of you.” He croons, reaching to affectionately stroke your cheek. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

It takes a lot of nerve for you to directly say that you want him inside you when you cum, but after you manage to get the words out, you’re so glad you were able to find them.

Always so eager to give you what you want, Owen would have been completely fine with eating you out all night without getting his own release; the fact he was able to bring you so much pleasure was satisfying enough to him. But having you tell him that you desire to become one with him does something else. You can feel how much it excites him to have you under his touch when the stiff shape of his cock grazes your skin as he moves closer to you. Lanky frame towering over you, his cerulean eyes hold the normal expression of adoration as he looks down at you but there’s something more carnal behind it. It’s more apparent in his actions when he hoists you up like you weighed nothing, your back sliding up against the wall as he secures your thighs around his waist.

Hands trailing up the vascular surface of his arms before settling on his broad shoulders to grab on for support, you hold your breath when you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance. He bucks his hips against you without entering you and just sliding his shaft against the slick surface of your folds; lathering his length with the arousal he was licking up not too long ago. When he finally pushes his hips forward, the tip breaching your hole and slipping inside, you fit him like a glove and the long awaited friction has both of you moaning simultaneously.

“Feel how much I love you?” Owen pants against your skin, his hips sensually rolling into yours as he pushes deeper into your walls until his full balls were pressed against the plush meat of your ass.

“Y-yeah. I love you so much, Owen.” You whimper in response, clinging on to him and look at him with eyes brimming with lust and adoration for him.

“Love you more.” He groans before his eyes close tightly, face twisted into a pleasured expression and thrusting into you at a steady pace.

The already steamy shower feels even hotter with the combined heat of your bodies moving together in unison to bring each other to the peak of elation. Your pearly white essence bathing his cock gathers around the base as his tempo picks up. Toes curling and thighs trembling, your vision is blurred with tears of bliss from the overwhelming pleasure you feel. Hurtling towards your orgasm, your walls clench impossibly tight around Owen’s length and it only serves to encourage him to make things even more intense for you.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Owen coos sweetly, a lopsided grin on his face. “F-fuck, you feel so good when you squeeze me like that. You’re so perfect.”

His words sound so far away with how fogged up your brain is but the feeling of his blunt fingernails digging into your ass as hard as he can brings you back to reality. The pain tinged pleasure makes you cry out, each drag of his cock against your slick insides pushing you closer and closer to your finish.

“O-oh, Owen, baby…” You mewl weakly as your muscles tense up just seconds before you feel your body being doused in the white hot ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy cumming so hard for me.” He chuckles lowly, the fierce snaps of his hips unrelenting and getting more erratic as he nears his own end.

Your jaw slackens and your throat is raw from moaning so incessantly, you’re only able to let out a raspy gasp when you feel Owen pumping his thick seed into the depths of your pussy; the sensation warming you from the inside as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you for taking him so well.

Aftercare with Owen is always great, but he really proves to you how deep his adoration for you goes when he helps you get ready for bed when the two of you finally wrap up your shower. Every step of your night time routine is practically embedded in his mind from how often he’s watched you do it. Whether you wanted to call it obsession or devotion, you were just glad you Owen was able to pamper you like this.

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

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kyleoreillylover · 5 months

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Hotel Room

Summary: After you fail to help Sami and Kevin retain their tag team championships at payback, you expect to be kicked to the curb for not being enough to help them win. But Sami and Kevin find it shocking that you would even think that at all.

word count: 3,229

warnings: mentions of abuse (but not in detail, but roman's an asshole in this), cursing, insecure reader that just needs love.

pairings: Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader (platonic), Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader (platonic)

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius

a/n: This was inspired by a ao3 fanfic, and I put my own twist on it. I am obsessed with Kevin and Sami ( been obsessed since 2016 but wbk) need more of them!! wish they didn't split them up into different brands, but we got samijey to curb us lol. Hope ya'll enjoy! (also the pic of sami in the far right corner is just 😩)

From Sami 🩷: Hey…you kinda ran off after the match. I know you like to figure things out on your own and I don't expect you to do anything but know that me and Kevin here for you <3

To Sami🩷: Sami, I need you guys.

From Sami 🩷: You'll always have us, that'll never change. We’re in Room 203.

The empty hotel halls stretched for what seemed like forever, like a silent maze, the only sound echoing being the soft click of your heels against the polished floors.

You nervously wrung your hands together as you dragged your suitcase behind you, the heavy luggage not as heavy as the weight of defeat settling on your shoulders. Every step was painful, a reminder of the bitter loss you suffered earlier in the evening, and the almost non-existent tear stains that were slowly drying on your cheeks a reminder of how scared you were of how Sami and your other friends would react.

That was stupid. Sami wasn't Roman. None of your friends were him. But you couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in your chest, couldn't help but push everyone away as soon as you came to the backstage area. You couldn't help but think they'd be disappointed in you. And most of all, you feared disappointing Sami and Kevin. Their reassurance meant the world, yet the fear lingered, gnawing at your resolve.

Before you knew it, you reached his hotel room, but your hand hesitated before knocking. What if Sami's response wasn't genuine? What if Kevin thinks your a disappointment? What if, despite Sami’s words, you were just a letdown to them too? What if he was being kind to you to later throw your words back in your face? You contemplated these thoughts as your knuckles hovered, hesitant to tap on the door.

Before you could make a choice to knock on the door or not, the door swung open, and all thoughts fled from your mind the second you saw Sami's handsome face peeking through the slightly ajar doorway, concern etched in his features as his eyes locked onto yours. His brown hues made you stop made you stop mid-breath, freezing you in a mix of relief and uncertainty.

"Y/N." Sami breathed out, eyes scanning over your form, taking in the way expression and the faint traces of tears.

"Sami," you managed, your voice quivering slightly despite your attempts to steady it. You peered up at him, feeling small under his gaze but oddly safe. His caring eyes seemed to dissect your worries without needing any words.

"Come in."

The invitation was gentle, almost tentative, as if he was giving you space to retreat if you needed. You hesitated, unsure of how to react. But the concern in Sami's eyes dissolved any hesitation.

You stepped into the room, Sami's hand on the small of your back was warm like the hotel room, the lights flickering dimly as if mimicking the emotions flickering within you.

Kevin was sat on the edge of the bed, looking up from his phone , concern instantly etched across his face as he saw you standing at the door.

"Come sit down. Where were you? You left so fast that it was like you were never there." Kevin's voice was soft instead of the angry growl you expected it to be as he gestured to the empty space beside him on the bed. Sami quietly closed the door behind you, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I-Im sorry… I needed some air," you mumbled, finally allowing your heavy suitcase to drop to the floor with a thud. You moved towards the bed, sitting down beside Kevin, feeling a lump form in your throat as you avoided looking directly at either man. The air felt suffoacting to you, and you knew lookin them in the eyes and seeing their anger and disappointment would be too much to bear.

You felt the bed dip as Sami sat down beside you, the mattress compressing under his weight. There was a heavy silence that lingered in the room, punctuated only by the subtle sound of Kevin setting aside his phone as he and Sami exchanged a silent look, both agreeing that this was way out of character for you.

Sami's hand landed gently on your shoulder, and you flinched at the unexpected touch, your body tensing as you looked up at him, seeing his brown eyes looking down softly into yours. He quickly retracted his hand, offering an apologetic smile though his concern grew tenfold at your reaction. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to. We're just glad you're here," Sami's voice was calm and understanding, void of any hint of frustration or anger.

Your heart clenched at Sami's genuine concern. It was a stark contrast to what you expected—no judgment, no anger. But you knew better than to take things at face value-that's exactly what Roman used to do. You know the game, and you didn't want to be played again.

"I-I messed up," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotions you were struggling to articulate. "I'm sorry."

Kevin tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at your words. "For what? The only people who should be sorry are Rhea and JD. It's not like you costed us the match. They did."

You averted your eyes as the memories of the match rushed back, blinking away the emotions threatening to spill over. "But it is my fault. I should've been more focused. I should've done better. I should've been better."

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to mask the vulnerability that threatened to spill over.

"Y/N…" Sami breathed out so softly that you could've pretended you didn't hear him if it weren't for his warm hand on your face that gently turned you to face him, your body stiffened at the touch, but Sami's hand was so comforting, so gentle, that you couldn't help but lean into it, looking up into his compassionate eyes. There was an understanding there, a depth that made you feel seen in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. "Talk to me. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Tell me what's wrong."

"Don't do that." You shook your head, feeling the pressure building inside, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Don't treat me like I'm weak. I can take the punishment."

"Wait, what?" Sami's hand left your cheek and Kevin stood up wide eyed at your statement.

"Did you just say what I think you fucking said?" The growl Kevin let out made you flinch as the man stormed towards you, a fury blazing in his brown eyes. It startled you even more when you realized he wasn't glaring at you, that he wasn't directing his aggression at you, at least in that moment.

Sami's eyes were just as wide, and you felt yourself instinctively shrinking backwards into the bed, as though expecting to get hit. Sami grabbed Kevin by his shirt collar and held him back, a quiet command ringing in the air that had no need for words, even though his eyes told all you needed to know

"What did you mean?" Sami asked gently, ignoring the scowling man in front of him, though the slight anger he tried to hold back in his voice betrayed him. "Y/N, what do you mean?"

Your voice was barely audible as you muttered, "Just…I lost. I have to pay for it now. It's the way it goes."

Kevin's lips curled in anger at your words, and Sami could barely contain himself either, and they took deep breaths, visibly controlling their own emotions before speaking again.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to pay for anything. You did nothing wrong." Sami cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and you could see the anger clouding his usual vibrant irises. "I don't have to guess who made you feel this way, but you don't deserve to be treated this way. You don't deserve to be thinking that this is your fault. This is not your fault."

You waited for the punchline, your expression a mix of pain, sadness, regret and guilt. But it never came.

You looked up at Kevin, noticing his expression had softened as he observed your facial expression intently, searching for something, anything that will reassure you that this isn't true, that you are not the burden you think you are.

Sami's hand on your jaw was warm, and it wiped away a tear you didn't even realize was there. His touch was gentle, so different from what you expected. You were waiting for anger, for disappointment, for something familiar, yet Sami and Kevin were nothing of the sort. They were kind, understanding, and concerned. Sami's voice cut through your thoughts.

"Y/N, listen to me," Sami's voice was insistent yet calm. "Whatever happened out there tonight, whatever you're feeling, it's not your burden alone to bear. We're here for you. You're not weak for feeling overwhelmed or scared. You're not weak for coming to us for help. And you're not weak for a loss you have no fault for."

Kevin's expression softened further as he took a step towards you, his tone much softer than before. "You don't have to pay for anything, okay? We win and we lose together." He sat next to you again, his arm inching towards you hesitely before encircling your shoulders in a protective gesture. "And that's how it goes. We're here to support you, not punish you. We're a team, we're a family, and we will never hurt you."

You looked between Sami and Kevin, feeling the walls you've built around you tremble. Their words held an honesty you hadn't experienced before, a sense of solidarity that contradicted your fears. The tenderness in their actions contradicted everything you were used to. It scared you. But it also made you happy, because it was everything you ever needed.

"I don't deserve this…" You choked on the words, the emotions lodged in your throat making it difficult to articulate your thoughts. "I've always been the weak link… It's always been that way."

Sami's hand on your jaw tightened slightly, not in a forceful way, but in a comforting manner, making you meet his gaze. "Listen to me, Y/N. That is not true. You've never been a weak link, and you never will be. And you know why?"

Sami's hand left your jaw finding yours gently, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Because you are one of the greatest wrestlers I've ever seen in the ring. Your heart, kindness, skill, dedication, no one else can compare to it. And no one has a bigger heart than you, that's why I'm proud to call you my best friend, and I know Kevin feels the same."

Sami gestured to Kevin, and you leaned into his arm as you looked at him, his usual stern expression softened by a hint of concern. His eyes were reflecting empathy and affection, a sight that caught you off guard.

"I know I don't say it a lot," Kevin started, his voice softer than usual, "but what Sami said? It's true." His arm around your shoulder tightened ever so slightly. "You're family. And we would never hurt family for something stupid like a title loss, unlike-"

Kevin cut himself off with an irritated huff, his eyes briefly reflecting an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint before he recomposed himself. Sami's grip on your hand tightened gently, a silent reassurance as he exchanged a knowing look with Kevin, comforting him as well until he finally composed himself enough to turn back to you. "We love you, okay? I love you, and I can't let you think that you're anything less than the amazing person you are. We've seen you at your best, and we've seen you when you're not okay, and let me tell you, even then, you're badass."

You didn't know how to take it from here. You were not used to receiving such unconditional support and affection since your start in the bloodline. It felt foreign yet strangely comforting. A part of you wanted to believe their words, to let their reassurances seep into your core and heal the wounds of self-doubt that had been festering for so long. So that's exactly what you tried to do.

"Thank you," you murmured, voice thick with emotion. "I… I'm sorry. It's just that.. he used to.."

"You don't need to tell us anything you don't want to." Sami interjected gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "We understand."

You nodded with a meek smile, squeezing Sami's hand in gratitude. "Thank you for being here for me. I appreciate it more than I can say."

Kevin leaned in, placing a firm hand on your other shoulder. "We've got your back, always. No matter what." His tone held a sense of finality, as if he was making a solemn vow.

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, albeit ever so slightly. Their words was a salve to the wounds you kept hidden for so long. It was a warmth you hadn't felt in ages, a comforting embrace that slowly began to mend the broken pieces of your spirit. You looked at them, feeling gratefulness swell in your heart for having these two by your side.

"Thank you," you repeated, your voice steadier this time. "I… I really needed this."

Sami offered a comforting smile. "Of course. Now how bout you take a hot shower, let off some steam, and we can get some rest? And if you don't feel comfortable rooming with us, we can ask Jey if you can room with him."

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "No, this is good. Thank you, really."

Kevin nodded, a brief smile crossing his features. "Alright then. You need anything else, just ask. We'll be right here."

Before you could rise from the bed, Kevin pulled you down and engulfed you in a tight hug. It was unexpected, but the sincerity in his embrace was undeniable. Sami leaned in, joining the hug, wrapping his arms around both you and Kevin, and you relaxed into their embrace, feeling a sense of security you hadn't felt in a long time. The weight on your chest seemed to ease, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.

As you separated from the hug, a genuine smile adorned your face. " I'll take that shower and get some rest. But thank you, both of you."

They nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting both understanding and determination. "Anytime," Sami said, his voice holding a softness that touched your heart.

You gave one last smile to them before you made your way to the bathroom, and as soon as the shower was turned on Kevin stood up abruptly and faced Sami, his expression hardening into an angry scowl. Sami, observing the sudden change in Kevin's demeanor, rose cautiously, concern etched on his features.

"Kevin, what's going on?" Sami's voice held a tinge of worry as he watched his friend's reaction.

Kevin clenched his fists, his jaw tensing. "I'm gonna beat Roman's ass."

Sami interrupted, his tone urgent as he put his hand on Kevin's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Kevin, you can't. Not right now."

"Stay out of it, Sami," Kevin retorted sharply. "This is about her. About what he's done."

Sami hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by Kevin's intense emotions. "I know, trust me I know. But we can't just go in there and—"

Kevin interrupted, brushed off Sami's hand and turned to face him, anger seething in his eyes. "Did you know what he was doing to her? Did you know how he treated her?"

Sami's eyes widened in surprise and hurt at the accusation. "No, Kevin. I didn't know. If I had, that would've been the last day Roman would have a career." Sami's voice held a note of defensiveness, hurt that Kevin would even think he'd knowingly allow such mistreatment.

"How could you not know?" Kevin's voice wavered between anger and disbelief. "You acted like everything was normal!"

The accusation stung Sami deeply, and his voice turned raw with emotion. "Because I didn't know, Kevin! I trusted Roman at the time, you know that! I trusted her judgment, you know that! How could you think I'd let her get hurt? How could you think I'd just stand by?"

Sami's voice raised slightly, a hint of frustration surfacing. "And don't you think Jey would've been the first to know? He was in the bloodline longer than me, he's the closest one to her besides us. We both know Jey would've torn Roman apart for even touching her."

Kevin seemed to visibly calm down at Sami's reasoning, though the tension in the room lingered. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I just... I can't stand the thought of someone hurting her, you know? Of him, out of all people, hurting her."

Sami nodded, his features softening with empathy as he placed a hand on Kevins' shoulder. "I get it Kev. My heart was ripped out of my chest the second I heard what she said."

Kevin nodded, his gaze downcast. "Me too. God, I wanted to kill him right then and there. I still do."

Sami looked at Kevin for a moment, the two of them gazing at each other before Sami brought Kevin into a much needed hug that they both needed in the moment.

Kevin slowly returned the hug, his body tense but gradually relaxing in Sami's embrace. Sami held onto the hug for a moment longer before releasing Kevin, hoping to reassure him, while trying to reassure himself.

Sami held onto the hug for a moment longer before releasing Kevin, hoping to reassure him. "I'm scared too, Kev," Sami admitted softly. "But we'll figure this out, okay?"

Kevin nodded, a steely determination glinting in his eyes. "Yeah, we will." He glanced towards the door after a comfortable silence spread between them and the shower stopped running.. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat downstairs."

Sami felt a tinge of suspicion but nodded in acquiescence. "Alright, grab me some food too, I'm going to bed." Kevin nodded and dabbed Sami up before heading out the door.

Once Kevin left, Sami sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation settle on his shoulders. He prepared for bed, trying to quell the swirling thoughts in his mind.

Meanwhile, Kevin stepped outside and pulled out his phone, dialing Jey's number. He knew Jey would go ballistic, and that's exactly why he needed him. He was done with Romans bullshit over the past 3 years. His ego, his cockiness, the pain he inflicts on others.

But that pain will mean nothing like the one Kevin, Jey and Sami will inflict on him for hurting you.

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Thanksgiving is a week away and I do not have the time to write a Thanksigiving story (even though I'd love to, we need more Thanksgiving settings) so instead, I present some 126 Thankgiving head-canons:

Owen has deigned himself the host of Thanksgiving and everyone tells him to finally take advantage of the chance to eat as unhealthily as he wants to.

Nancy and Tommy both agree to bring dessert - Tommy brings homemade blondies and Nancy brings store bought vanilla cupcakes. "Don't look at me like that, TK. I did "bring" them."

Carlos calls Andrea to let her know that she's invited to the 126 thanksgiving and Andrea tells him that she already knows, Owen invited her first.

Grace reprimands Carlos over how long it's been since he's been online and she's been stuck kicking everyone's ass in Overwatch all by herself.

Mateo, Carlos, TK, Paul, Judd play touch football after dinner. Owen is invited to join but he's still the only one gnawing on the vegan turkey roast that no one else wanted to eat.

Judd keeps nodding off after dinner to the sound of Spaghetti Westerns while Charlie lies on his lap. He keeps waking himself up and telling everyone that he's just resting his eyes.

Paul is in charge of the dinner party playlist - it's a jazz mix with Miles Davis, Bill Evans, Nat King Cole, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald and Chet Baker. He finds a way to sneak Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas somewhere in there.

Marjan's recently started taking pottery classes with Joe and she brings over homemade dishes to hold the sides. Marjan's looks perfect, Joe's not so much.

Tommy and Andrea have both been obsessed with the same telenovela and Grace has to tell them both to stop spoiling it; she hasn't caught up just yet.

Carlos, without a doubt, plays peek-a-boo with Charlie.

TK spends a good ten minutes trying to convince Tommy's girls to ask Tommy for a bearded dragon so Lou II can have someone to play with.

Paul and Mateo break the wishbone - Mateo wins and wishes for more wishbones.

Both Owen and Judd agree that Carlos should be the one to carve the turkey, something Gabriel always used to do during the Reyes Thanksgiving.

Mateo and Nancy are both cheating at Phase 10 and the other one knows it but they both don't mind.

On the drive back home, TK makes an awful pun about the 126 being #SquashGoals and while Carlos acts like he hates it, he not so secretly loves it.

#sadly put much more thought into this than i should have LOL #911 lone star #911 ls #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #owen strand #grace ryder #judd ryder #tommy vega #nancy gillian #paul strickland #marjan marwani #mateo chavez

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alastorgould · 2 months

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Rocket's Backstory

*deep breath* God help me

This is the most inconsistent Marvel backstory and I, the top expert on Halfworld, am here to clear it up.

I'm going to split the variants into the following catagories: 1985, 2014, modern comics, show, and mcu. (the show is simply called Guardians of the Galaxy and is on disney+ and i highly recommend).

I have compiled a spreadsheet to go over the main points

As you can see, it's a shit show.

(As i go over the stories as best I can, please note that i am not a comic buff i am a 15 yo with Asperger's and an obsession with Halfworld and if i get something wrong plz don't be mad at me just tell me and I'll fix it :3)

1985 Rocket Raccoon- Rocket is a genetically modified caretaker on Halfworld, a mental asylum used to hold the insane of the galaxy, known as loonies/shrinks (extremely offence things to call mentally ill ppl but it was the 80'ssss). They have a book called the Halfworld Bible, which holds the secrets of the planets and it's people. The planet is ruled by Mayhem Mechaniks and Dyvynicies Inc; rival toy companies owened by Judson Jakes and Lord Dyvyne respectively. Jakes killed Lylla's parents to steal the company and it's... horrifying robot clowns. Pyko steals the Halfworld Bible for it's instructions on how to escape the planet in a giant human-shaped ship. Jakes and Dyvyne find out about this plot and team up to crash a party and there's a big battle and Rocket, Lylla, Pyko, Wal, Blackjack, and possibly Pyko escape Halfworld on the ship, leaving it in shambles as the loonies are left to the own devices to rebuilt the planet with their newfound wisdom (Pyko manages to 'cure' them)

2014 Rocket Raccoon (my fav series :3)- This one doesn't have much in the way of backstory, all we know is what Captain Sale gives us in the last book. Throughout the series it is shown that Rocket has no memory of his creation and believes he is the last of his kind. Until he ends up on Captain Sale's ship. She gives he the key to the Book of Halfworld and he takes 4 hours to read it. He is shown to be disgusted and horrified at the contents, leaving it with Sale and going home. (Clowns and the toy factory etc are mentioned, implying it is a sequel to the 1985 version.

Modern Comics- This section is specifically about v5 GotG #8 as I don't recall any other comics going into much detail. Here, there are loonies and robots, but no clowns. They must have thought it was too silly. Rocket is a therapy animal turned sentient with cruel experimentation. This is the first version of Rocket's backstory to show him sustaining significant and lasting trauma from his past. Not to mention the debilitating physical effects of having a metal skeleton and countless other weird things he doesn't understand. After his transformation, he is shown with the 1985 gang and other past team ups in a montage. It seems there is also an attempt at continuity here but it misses the mark a bit.

GotG Show 2015- This is by far the worst adaptation in my opinion, as it completely overhauls the story. So note that I have bias here. Here, Rocket is a simple Earth raccoon that has been transformed with the purpose of being a living weapon. His purpose was more 'artificial genius' than 'genetic marvel'. Immediately after being let into a more open enclosure, he meets Groot and effortlessly destroys the robots and steals a ravanger ship. After freeing all the creatures, of course.

(i am unable to provide images for this section as disney is a pussy ass company and won't let me screenshot but just imagine it sucking)

MCU- Anyone reading this has already seen the movies but I'll go over it anyway. The High Evolutionary is a man trying to recreate a sentient Earth-like planet by modifying creatures. Rocket is one of these poor souls. He lives his early years in a cage with Floor, Lylla, and Teefs. Rocket manages to open the cage one day, only to have his friends shot in front of him by the High Evolutionary. He then escapes. He meets Groot later in a well, not shown but confirmed by James Gunn.

Wow this took long to write. Time for the conclusion. Here i will 'average out' all the stories and throw in my personal theories.

My version- Halfworld is an insane asylum built by the Kree where they experiment on mentally ill people to try to cure them(we used to do this here on earth until the 60's). The 'toy factory' is a cover-up for this operation. The robot 'doctors' use clown faces to put the patients at ease. But what do psycho robot doctors do when the asylum is abandoned and not longer supplied with patients? They turn to the animal inhabitants on the planet. The Halfworld Bible/ Book of Halfworld is an engineering manual documenting the disgusting progress of making an innocent creature sentient. Pyko frees his people after decades of slavery in a grand rebellion and Lylla becomes the Priestess and guardian of the book like in 1985. Unfortunately, during the rebellion, 89P13 and Groot get stuck in an escape pod and sent away from the Keystone Quadrent, leading him to believe all of his people are dead or re-enslaved.

I think this version harnesses the soul and vibe of all the backstories while making it make more sense in the long run.

I had a lot of fun putting this together and I hope y'all appreciate it :D (Follow for more Halfworld content <3)

#artists on tumblr #anime and manga #autism #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #lylla otter #pyko tortoise #halfworld #uno duo trey #marvel #mcu #comics

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SOTM: Willy/Owen; shared interests

For the prompt: Willy/Owen

Feat. the spectre of ScratchnMoney being trouble tweedles.

When Tate was a kid, he had a brief obsession with science experiments. The usual suspects, the sort that come in kits for curious kids — anything that would change colors, or ominously bubble, he was officially intrigued, and if a volcano was involved, Tate was there no questions asked.

They were all simple chemistry, really, but it was fascinating to him, that he could follow the directions and something like magic would happen. It wasn’t magic, of course, but science; he knew that. It was, in fact, the entire point. But still, it felt like it. Even when he knew exactly why it was happening, exactly what he was doing to make it happen, understood the scientific basis of things, at least as much as a curious but not particularly scientific kid could, it still felt a little impossible.

He told that story to Owen, years ago, one of those nights on the precipice, and Owen had smiled through it all, a little one that said he understood, maybe better than anyone, and Tate felt like if he leaned in right then, that would have been it. Turned it into a capital M Moment, the kind they’d be retelling for years, ‘and that was it for me, right then, that’s when I knew we were meant to be together, the night he told me about magic and science, or a little of both’.

So Tate had asked if Owen wanted another drink, and even though Owen said ‘I’m good, Tate’, voice low, everything still imbued with double meaning, Tate got up, and he went to the bar, and by the time he returned, a drink in hand, the moment was over, the window closed. Owen excused himself not long after, citing a class the next day, even though Tate knew tomorrow was his evening one, and Tate went home and took a freezing cold shower, feeling like he needed to punish himself somehow.

It didn’t even work. Tate’s spent far too much time in ice baths for a cold shower to feel like anything but training. And training cannot be punishment. The moment training starts to feel like punishment, that’s when it’s all over for him. And one day it will be, he knows that. He still dreads the day that comes, but a little less than he used to.

Part of that’s three Cup rings, nestled in velvet and glass, a career for the record books even if he hung up his skates tomorrow. Part of that has a lot more to do with a kid working his way through science experiments, less interested in the explanations than the doing, the seeing something new, doing something new. Of being the instigating force. Wanting to see what happens.

When Owen was a kid, he spent most of his free time in his backyard. He watched the ants go about their business, the worms appear whenever it rained, the birds fight over the feeder him and his dad had set up, the squirrels scavenging the remains. He had a pair of binoculars he brought with him everywhere, watched the world through those, far away enough not to interfere, but close enough for a front row seat.

He liked the science kits too, the kind Tate loved. They were a default gift for him from family members that knew he was a nerdy kid, but little else. They weren’t particularly targeted about it, Owen recalls. He had the volcano, the kitchen chemistry, but he also recalls rock kits, simple robotics, fake fossils to excavate. An ant farm, though he never used it, thought it was cruel to put them in his room when they could be free outside, and anyway, his mother would never have allowed it, as squeamish about bugs as she is. She probably thanks God every day he didn’t become an entomologist.

But generally, Owen was told to go outside, get some fresh air, act like a normal kid. Which probably didn’t mean ‘go stare at ants in the backyard with binoculars’, but they didn’t really care too much, as long as he wasn’t underfoot, being just a little too unlike either of them.

That was the look they shared sometimes, Owen thinks — ‘did this come from you? Well it didn’t come from me’. Not fault, exactly, blaming one another for this child of theirs that made no sense, but bafflement, incomprehension. It made it easier to come out a decade later, already knowing his parents didn’t understand him at all. Not easy, but easier. Came out and then ran off to the furthest school that offered him a full-ride. They could afford it, his parents, had been saving up for college since he was born, but he didn’t want to owe anyone anything. Why should they have to pay for something they didn’t, couldn’t, didn’t want to understand?

He came back eventually, of course. He wasn’t planning to, and then he was planning to leave as soon he finished his Masters. And he did leave, for a little while, but he missed it too much to stay away. Things work out like that, he finds. Some have said you can only love what you understand. Owen doesn’t think that. He thinks trying to understand is an act of love, though. The greatest one there is, at least in his view.

It’s Money’s fault, as so many things are. His sister gets him worrying about what he’s going to do to pass the time in retirement, and that begins a frantic search for a hobby that isn't hockey or his literal other half. It doesn’t go so well. His efforts range from gardening — he kills it, and Tate doesn’t mean it slangily — to tipsy painting with Scratch and Owen that Tate was not allowed to join. Apparently he’s ‘too good at it’ and ‘needs to quit being awesome at everything because it is both obnoxious and enraging’, which Tate takes as a compliment. A rude as hell compliment: Money’s specialty.

All of this inevitably gets Tate thinking about retirement. He isn’t particularly worried about passing the time; he knows that his retirement is going to come with a job offer, one that he’ll probably take, if not necessarily immediately — Owen’s always wanted to go to South America, and Tate’s looking forward to going with him — but it also gets him looking back, thinking about what else interested him before hockey became his entire life.

Money keeps picking up all the stereotypical childhood hobbies in his quest, cycling from doodling to Lego, to declaring war on Lego, to making horrible beaded bracelets then foisting them on poor teammates, and Tate ends up idly looking at science kits, because he figures it's just a matter of time before Money gets there.

There are a few that haven’t changed much — kids are always going to like making volcanoes, and who could blame them? — but they’ve evolved significantly since he was a kid; for starters, they have kits for adults now.

Tate knows better than to pick anything that even approaches Owen’s field of expertise, which limits his options considerably, until he wanders into the technology branch of STEM. The robotics kits have certainly progressed in the last two decades. You can apparently even build a robot bartender. Tate didn’t know he needed that in his life, but he does. He absolutely does.

The box arrives in Kansas City while Tate’s in Dallas, Owen sending a string of question marks, then a smiley when Tate texts, Don’t start it without me. It’s a few days after his return they unbox it in his basement; it’s massive, but so’s Tate’s downstairs bar, and obviously that’s the best place to build a bartender.

“It’s not exactly like the ones we did as kids,” Tate says. “But I didn’t know if any of the chemistry ones would be too much like work.”

“Is playing street hockey with the kids on your block too much like work?” Owen says.

“Touche,” Tate says. “Also, ouch. They said this one’s for grownups, so no inviting Scratch and Money.”

Owen laughs. Tate loves his laugh, how easily it comes, how Tate’s misfit band of oversized children is something that delights Owen, rather than something he endures.

“You can build a bunch of different models,” Tate says. “Bartender, camera dolly, catapult — I mean it, do not invite Scratch and Money. They’re not allowed anywhere near a catapult.”

That laugh again. “You just got it so I’d build you a robot bartender, didn’t you?”

“Come on, a robot bartender is awesome!” Tate says, and Owen’s smiling at him the way he smiles at Money sometimes, as fond as it is amused. “And I’m going to help, obviously.”

He doesn’t know how much he’s going to help, but he’ll do his best. He never allows himself to do anything less.

“Let’s build a bartender,” Owen says.

Tate’s fist pump is quite restrained, at least in comparison to the guys he works with on a daily basis, but it makes Owen laugh at him anyway. But as always, there's warmth behind it, so as always Tate doesn’t mind.

#tate williams #owen thomson #SOTM #fic snippet

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That’s so valid about Owen. “I’m gonna go annoy my kids now”

And there was something so squishy about the 3 of them being a lil family unit now 🥹

I'm sure whoever you are, dear sweet nonny, you threw this in here knowing I would likely meta on about it.

And I've been thinking about the end scenes nearly all day.

I'm notoriously interested in Owen as a character. He's a facinating character who, like his son, has had his life scarred by loss. Owen's whole raison d'etre is saving his brother. It's why saving that one little girl from drowning sent him into a life focused on saving others. Then he lost his entire firehouse in 9/11, and slowly lost other survivors of 9/11 to cancer and mental health disorders.

Then, he has to bring his son back from the dead and moves him to Texas in an attempt to save his life and restart, all while diagnosed with cancer. We lose Tim Rosewater which sets Owen into deep levels of depression and guilt, because he'll never be able to keep the promise that everyone who starts a shift goes home at the end of it.

Gwyn is in town, and they're still in love and he's working on making it work. They're gonna have a baby and Owen has a redo. He's got a chance to do it RIGHT this time. Because Owen's fatal flaw is always believing if things had been different, if he had been better, if he'd beena moment sooner: maybe he could have fixed things. He had a whole speech to that effect in last night's episode, where he figured if he'd known about 9/11 ahead of time that he could have prevented his whole team from dying.

Then the baby's not his and Gwyn leaves and whatever Owen managed to cobble together of his mental health for Gwyn and teh baby disipates and there's a lot of very classic PTSD/depressive/anxiety things that come up in Owen.

And then we lose Gwyn which is devestating to everyone but Owen soldiers on for TK, but he's...not doing well, at all. He finally gets his ass to therapy and even though we see him make some progress he's still keeping TK at a distance. Mostly because TK's doing well and Owen CANT be Captain Save a Ho for TK in these moments. He does crop up (usually) when TK's struggling, but only when there's something TO DO.

This episode marked a change.

Owen, in talking with O'Brien, who is giving a speech pretty reminicent of Owen's own speeches, about how he made a promise and he didn't keep it because look at this awful thing that happened, and Owen manages to give solid reasoning to be like "Look, he's alive and his son's alive and that's something."

And then it's like the lightbulb goes off in Owen's brain as O'Brien takes off after his great nephew - that Owen is indeed alive, and his son is also alive, and that's something. He may not have saved everyone but he saved TK.

Then, Owen goes and picks up food (which is really one of Carlos and TK's main love langauges, is feeding people - TK does it with takeout because he shouldn't be in the kitchen) and brings it over. But he doesn't just pick up any take out, he picks up the chinese food that TK introduced Gwyn to that they used to eat as a family.

I take this to be significant in multiple ways:

One, the Gwyneth Morgan of it all. Owen picked something that was a family thing and brought it over. Which is a very significant thing to do.

Two, it's one of the few times that food is involved and Owen doesn't mention the healthy/unhealthy nature of the food. Look, I could probably write a whole disertation on why Owen Strand, who has survived 21 1/2 years post 9/11 is obsessed with his health, but nearly every interaction with food, Owen has a coment about it. He doesn't make a single comment about this round of chinese food. I lied, he doesn't mention it in 3.08 either. But that's in the wake of grief, and maybe here Owen's still living in it.

Three, ordering chinese is very clearly TK's comfort meal. Look, a lot of us who are neurospicy joke about TK being neurospicy. And when you are neurospicy, there are certain foods that are..."safe" or an instant "yes" all the time. And we default to them often. I know when I'm struggling when I'm like "It's a comfort food day." (I have a rotation) but it eliminates decision fatigue and the need to emotionally regulate if it's not exactly what you wanted. Chinese food has a connection to Gwyn, and comfort and it comes up a lot when TK's stressed. (Even in 3.03, when Carlos doesn't come home, TK ordered chinese for them)

And then Owen does something he hasn't done...at all...since TK moved out (maybe they did when they moved into Owen's house and I don't know where they had chinese in 3.08) but Owen shows up at their place to share a meal with them.

And it's significant because TK and Carlos have invited him over for many meals between seasons 2 and 3, and Owen never accepts. Or, in the case of 2.11, Owen accepts and then goes off to catch an arsonist instead, which could be his hero complex but could also be a general avoidance of things that are uncomfortable for Owen, like TK growing up and not needing Owen anymore.

For as much as Owen has been an absent father for various parts of TK's life, because of his PTSD and trauma and general *waves hands* Owenness, Owen is a loving dad who would do just about anything for his son. We know this, we've watched him do it. But Carlos is also a competent control freak who Owen trusts implicitly with TK's life on numerous occasions. I do believe there's a big part of Owen's psyche that doesn't know what to do if he's not NEEDED.

But at the end of 4.06, he shows up, with chinese food, which is not needed because TK and Carlos already made a beautiful dinner and are looking very handsome, but he comes in and tells TK that he's proud of him, again. And you know, not trying to blow people up is a very low bar, but you know, TK clears it. And then they stay and have dinner, and Owen inserts himself in his son's life, not because TK needs him, but because Owen WANTS to be there, and that's such a drastic change for these two.

I love that Carlos and TK bring him in. Look, we could punish Owen for his mistakes and transgressions, but that's never been who TK is and this is his last living biological parent (Enzo forever) and TK loves him. And Carlos loves TK and respects Owen and wants them to have a good relationship.

And I cannot wait for Owen to "do what he does best" (owen's words) and be a pain in their asses about this wedding.

#911 lone star spoilers #owen strand #owen strand meta #tk strand #the strands #911 lone star #911 lone star 4.06 #911 lone star meta #doublel27 talks #anon ask #anon reply

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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Steve is staring at the letter in his hand, the words blurry and trembling, but he knows them by heart. They’ve burnt themselves into his eyelids and wandered into his brain, leaving behind traces like bark beetles, eating into him until he’s forever marked.

August 23rd 1987

To: Mr. Steven Harrington

Bearing in mind that there is a promise to never reach out to any of you again, I cannot bear the thought of keeping this from you. There is a way for you to forget. To start over. A new identity we could help you create, a new chance at a life without nightmares and memories of the “Upside Down”.

An offer, if you will. A final peace offering, a showing of gratitude and the least we can do. There have been tests run for over two years. No damages to the rest of the brain, no future memory impairments; a selective memory loss, as we call it.

If you want to forget, you know where to find me.

Dr. Samuel Owens

Steve takes a look around, his hands still trembling around the letter, and he finds only good things. Pictures of himself and Eddie, of Wayne, of Robin and the kids. Sticky notes they left for each other and decided to keep as decoration in the kitchen, Eddie’s van out on the driveway he can see through the window.

Only good things. His. His life.

So why is he crying? Why has he been obsessing over this for two weeks when everyone else just dismissed their letter? Nancy considered it, he knows. But she told him that she refuses to forget about Barb, that she can’t lose her like this, too, and Steve gets it. Eddie sat down hard and frowned at the letter before loudly declaring bullshit. He has this thing about identity that’s linked too closely to memories, and Steve saw that coming, too.

But he can’t. He can’t just drop it, he can’t…

He can’t keep living like this.

Which is why he’s been talking with Dr. Owens. Which is why is hands are shaking so bad. Which is why, when he hears the front door falling shut, the sob finally breaks free from his chest. He’s nauseous, he’s scared, he’s so fucking terrified.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie is by his side in a second, crouching beside the chair and taking a hold of his wrists in a comforting manner. Eddie’s hands are always warm. Steve wonders if they will stay that way when he’s…

Eddie freezes, and Steve squeezes his eyes shut. The silence is never ending, and Steve’s going to throw up any second now.

But then Eddie speaks again, and his voice is so small, so kind, so gentle, it makes Steve want to tear himself out of this universe and far away from everyone who dares to love him. He doesn’t deserve it, not when he’s made his decision.

“You’ve made your decision, haven’t you?” Underneath all that kind understanding, Eddie sounds as terrified as Steve feels, and they’re both shaking now, both trembling, both fighting their tears.

Both, when soon it’s gonna be each.

Because Steve won’t remember there’s ever been a both. A they.

He won’t remember and it’s making him nauseous — but not as nauseous as his nightmares, not as nauseous as the guilt, the memories, the constant fear and obsession.

“Yeah,” he whispers, falling from his chair as Eddie pulls him into his arms, rocking him back and forth. “I’m so sorry, Eds, I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, Stevie. You’ve… You’ve been there from the start. You’ve been there longer than me, I won’t understand the shit you’ve been through. You deserve to— to start over. To live your life, Stevie, because you deserve the best one, okay?”

Steve’s shaking his head against Eddie’s neck, holding on, breathing him in, and he doesn’t want to do this anymore. He wants to stay here for the rest of his life and make it count, make it be worth something even though he isn’t.

“How long do we have left?” Eddie asks then, hoarse, and Steve hates himself for stealing Eddie’s voice like that.

“One month, I think.”

God, he feels so hollow. Hollow is all he ever feels anymore when there’s not guilt or fear eating away at him. Eddie knows. Maybe he’s known all along.

“Let’s make it count, then, hm?”

And they do. But all of time runs out eventually.

#steddie #sad steddie #stranger things #memory wipe fic #post season 4 #i’m sorry #dio words #stranger things fic #steve harrington whump

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i really really wish we had gotten some insight from the boys on the Tarlos wardrobe changes this season because not only did Carlos' change, so did TK's bc he ditched his hoodies and changed most of his button downs to solids. I dont think any other characters really changed.

I am SO obsessed with that aspect of making a show or movie, like the costuming, the set designers, the prop department, all that stuff. Because if you ever listen to any of them talk about their work, so much more thought goes into it than you would ever think. They put thought into what kind of mugs a character would have or what jewelry they'd wear or what their furniture would look like based on who they are. Carlos's wardrobe this season was clearly a choice, the tribal masks in the loft (that he would've had to buy again because the ones in the townhouse were lost in the fire), putting TK in more pink and his glittery earrings, Owen's house being a bit sterile while Judd and Grace's is so warm and homey, Tommy always having super complex hair (that tbh often would be a really really bad choice for someone who does her job ... those crazy long extensions in that braid?? that's gonna just whack a patient in the face when she bends over them, it was so beautiful and also so impractical), the choice of simple matching tuxes for Tarlos, all of those things were choices and I would just love the costume and set designers to tell us all about their thought process.

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sugarbag · 10 months

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✰﹣𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿

hockeyplayer!abby anderson x black!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. you didn't even want to go to this stupid party. but abby would be there, so its a good enough reason to change your mind right?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. underage drinking, bad writing, swearing, owen ( yes i am putting him in this category ) LOTS of clichés, like, an insane amount

FLUFF.

set in a 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗮𝘂 and 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲!𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 because i said so

lowercase intended, also reader as braids in this, i kinda imagined this kind

proofread : meh

𝗮𝗻. hi!! this is my first time writing/posting ever so yea, there will be mistakes and stuff but my obsession with abby took over:) i started this during lesbian visibility week, i HAD to finish it for pride month!!! i'll make two parts for this :)

this is LARGELY inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray and english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes i'll make, anyways, hope you'll enjoy and if you do let me know<3

it was still pretty early when you decided you had to leave owen's house. she's not even here, you thought, even after being there for an hour and a half, though it felt like an eternity.

the wolves of seattle, or your highschool's hockey team, had won the biggest game of the season, and owen, a blond football player with an ego the size of the moon, had invited pretty much everyone to his house to celebrate. now normally, you'd decline politely, not being really fond of parties or owen or getting drunk or owen but your friend dina insisted.

oh c'mon, free booze, free food- do i really need to extand the list of reasons we should go?

ok, you said two things, that's not a list dee, you replied.

well, a little birdie told me that abby would be there, you know, considering she's the captain of the team and all. not that you would care, obviously...

needless to say, you never ran so fast to your closet. you had had the biggest crush on abby anderson for what felt like forever but you only found out about her existence two years ago, in tenth grade. she was already popular due to the fact that she played hockey, but that only increased with time. now, at the end of highschool, your crush grew as you and abby did, and even though you thought that you would have enough time to confess, in a few months, you'd be off to college, lips sealed and secret unrevealed.

as you got ready, the only thing that was on your mind was abby's blonde hair, her freckled skin and her large shoulders, which you'd only admire from your seat behind her in english class. the only way you'd ever indulge in your crush was from afar, scared of rejection.

and now, 2 hours later, your green top felt rough against your skin, you had to take you jacket off because it was so hot in there and your braids seemed to pull on your scalp in a much tighter way due to your annoyance. you were in the corner of owen's living room, next to the couch on which dina was seated. she's been drinking, whining about another one of your friend not being here, ellie. dina tried to convince the young girl to come to the party but ellie and abby weren't exactly on good terms after a golfing incident that ellie didn't talk about much. just as you were wondering about the feud between the two, you recognised a blonde braid flowing a few feet away. you had spent enough time analysing every inch of her to feel tingles on every bit of your body when she turned around to look right at you.

her piercing glance met your own eyes and you couldn't help but scurry away from her blue gaze by crouching directly behind the couch.

"what.. the fuck" dina sighs. she sounded dazed, undoubtedly from the shots she's been downing. jesse didn't even bother to look your way, doing heart eyes to a random girl, his infatuation for the night. however, dina had her eyes trained on you and as she quickly scanned the room, you swiftly let out :

"abby's here! oh my god, sh's actually here! dina she looked right at me!"

"well, that's why we're here right? so that you can confess your undying love for her and become her housewife"

you let out an annoyed huff, but the idea made its way into your brain and you imagined living with abby, being able to kiss her every morning and see her with her hair undone from that eternal braid of hers. you'd run your fingers through her blonde locks, untagling the occasional knots and god, you were being delusional.

"ya know, if you don't tell her, you'll never have her babies"

"you're so drunk, shut up!" you manifested your annoyance by slapping the back of her head slightly, raising your hand from your hiding spot.

"seems like i'm not the only one, look at lovergirl over there," dina slurred.

you got up and slowly, sat down next to the black-haired girl and immediately fixed your eyes on abby. she did look a bit off, you thought. some strands from her braid were framing her flushed face and her loud laugh could be heard throughout the entire living room. the room was pretty large, you and dina being on one of the many little couches that were littered accross the room. you were practically in the very back, and on the other end of the room, was standing abby in all of her glory, surrounded by her friends and being cheered on by several people in the crowd around them.

it felt like a bad movie. admiring your highschool crush from afar at a party you didn't even want to be at in someone else's house. but still, you allowed yourself to take the blonde girl in as you sighed. oh, how beautiful she was. her strong jaw was on display, allowing you to take a good look at her sharp profile and the way her broad shoulders stretched her tight shirt. you admired the way her muscles flexed with every one of her moves and how she exuded confidence and calm. you wanted to be hers so bad.

"stop drooling, go over there!"

"yeah right, i'm just gonna go over there and ask her to be my girlfriend, even tough she doesn't even know me, in front of all her friends; i'm sure that'll go well!" you sarcastically said.

"yeah i know right? that's why i suggested it silly!" dina yelped in a high pitched voice.

she looked around a bit and started tugging at your hair a little. she was intoxicated, it was obvious so you gently got up to get her water. you took the bottle of alcohol away from the table in front of the three of you, eliciting a little whine from dina. you turned towards your friend.

"i'm gonna get you some water ok? you do not move, i'll be back right away. jesse will keep an eye on you, right jess?"

"what? noooo, last time she bit me!" the boy complained loudly.

"don't get your dirty fingers close to my mouth, imbecile."

you could still hear the two of them arguing as you hurried towards the kitchen you saw on your way in. you pushed through the crowd to get to the sink, set the bottle down and it's only then that you realized that you didn't have a glass. you looked around a bit and started opening different cupboards in vain. just as you were about to give up, you felt a heavy hand graze your shoulder, followed by a voice you knew all too well, despite never talking directly to the speaker.

"are you looking for this?"

you froze.

abby anderson was standing right behind you, beer and glass in the same hand, you knew that because in addition to her voice and other hand, that was now fully on you shoulder, you could suddenly feel her warmth in your back. realising that the amount of time you spent with your back turned was becoming awkward, you suddenly spun around to face abby, and you almost stopped breathing.

from across the room, you couldn't observe her all that well but up close, you could have counted the freckles displayed on her slightly crooked nose. you could have pushed the strand of hair that was getting close to her eyelashes but the sight of her blue eyes made you feel like any movement would cause you to break. the dimly lit kitchen created a golden haze that surrounded abby, made her skin glow and brought out her freckles and in that very moment, you swore you got into heaven. she adorned a band tee that was just a little tight on her but the short sleeves allowed you to see her arm muscles flex as she moved.

she looked at you groggily, with a dazed look and a glass in her hand. she almost nudged it into you chest, which made you want to scream, but you happily took the glass.

"um, th-thank you!" you managed to mumble two words and regretted it instantly.

"you're welcome, pretty!" abby replied.

and you froze again. you were about to fill the glass with water but as those words left abby's mouth, you felt all your limbs transforming into jello.

"what did you say?" you asked in disbelief.

abby's eyes were still boring into yours, her mouth slightly agaped and you swore you could cry as she retorted :

"i called you pretty! because you are"

your eyes must have opened wide because abby suddenly looked a bit panicked.

"i'm sorry, does it bother you? i won't do it again, sorry" she scratched the back of her head.

"no!" you practically shouted. "it's ..um i mean it's completely fine"

you paused a little before adding :

"you.. well, i- i think you're really pretty too!"

you could have sighed at your fumbling but the girl's grin got bigger at your words.

"thank you! i'm abby by the way! nice to meet you __" when she said your name, you could've fainted. so many thoughts came to mind but you only managed to blink until your vision got blurry.

"i know who you are, how do you know my name?"

you didn't mean to sound rude, that probably came out the wrong way, but what the actual fuck?

"oh well, we have a few classes together. english, physics, french and-"

"maths, i know. you're two seats away from me"

oops. hope she didn't catch that.

she didn't seem to, or maybe she didn't care enough because her smile grew even more, if that was even possible. a small grin started forming on your lips but it was interrupted by a man's shadow on the two of you. owen had inserted himself close to abby, closer than you were, so much so that you felt like you could vomit just from the sight. his arm was around her shoulders and you saw her form slightly crisp for a second then slowly relax.

"hey, we missed you for a second back there! whatcha' doing here?" his loud voice made you cringe, and when he looked at you, you couldn't help but furrow your brows. you lived a few houses down, so owen was sort of your neighbor, which was appreciated when abby came over to his house and you saw her on her way. dina called it creepy stalking. she wasn't totally wrong.

"yo, __, right? having fun?"

the sound of your name in his mouth sent a new wave of nausea through your body but you decided to behave. after all, it was his house, his party, his friend.

"uh yeah sure, it's a great party owen. i came with a few friends and- oh shit!" you exclaimed.

dina was still waiting for her much needed glass of water, all alone, with drunk jesse as her only companion. fuck.

you quickly turned around to fill the long forgotten glass of water and excused yourself to the pair.

"i'm sorry, i have to give this to my friend, was nice though, bye abby!"

"bye pretty!" the girl replied as she waved her hand at you.

the nickname made you weak on your knees, which was not ideal when you had to push through a crowd of drunk people. you looked back at the kitchen, seeing abby get owen's arm away from her shoulders. you grinned before continuing your trip over to dina. you were relieved once you heard the bickering of your two friends again, assuming they probably argued the whole time you were with abby. oh god, you actually talked to abby.

"that was definitely not right back by the way, i think i had time to sober up completely" dina sluggishly stated. just as she said this, she knocked over a couple plastic cups on the table. she slowly looked up at you, accepted the glass of water you inched towards her and drank it as she looked away.

"i called an uber, its a few minutes away" jesse, who was still sat next to dina, handed you his phone for you to note the car's travel.

"great, awesome let's um, let's get out of here"

dina quickly finished her cup, and got up, you immediately went to slip your shoulder under her own, carrying a part of her body weight to keep her from stumbling all over the sticky floor. jesse gathered everyone's belongings and followed after the two of you and being less intoxicated than dina, his step was much firmer.

"you're such a lightweight dee," the boy snorted.

the black haired girl flipped him off as she looked his way, and chuckled before standing straighter, pushing through the crowd with more confidence.

"i'm not even drunk, you di- oh shit, sorry!"

"no, no don't worry that's my bad"

it's like you summoned her. technically, dina was the one who bumped into abby but still, the blonde girl was looking at you, right now. she waved again, despite the fact that you were a few feet away from her. you waved back and as you did so, you could feel dina's confused look going between the two of you, before locking her squinted eyes on you.

"oh you two already know each other?" she asked, in disbelief. you opened wide eyes in her direction at the question but rapidly looked back at abby.

"yeah, um, i mean we talked a little in the kitchen like 5 minutes ago"

"mhm and she called me pretty" abby added in a high pitched voice.

sudenly both dina and jesse were looking at you with wide eyes and sligthly open mouths. dina was the first one to tease.

"is that so?" she emphasised every word with a big smile plastered on her face. she was proud of you, truly but the fact that she was drunk altered her reactions.

"ooh so that is what took you so long. you were getting to know each other" jesse agitated finger guns in your side as you tried to keep eye contact with abby. as difficult as it already was, her dopey smile made you feel dizzy in the best way possible and you knew you'd get teased afterwards when abby talked again

"yeah i'd really like to do that. get to know you, i mean"

she said that so casually you almost had topinch yourself to believe it wasn't a dream. once again your eyes got a little wider, which didn't go unnoticed by dine, who snorted quietly. it felt so sweet that you almost forgot you were at a crowed party, close to the door and the stairs in one of the most packed areas of the house, and your carelessness was rewarded by having a drink spilt all over your shirt as some guy bumped into you. the green top you adorned turned dark and the strong smell of alcohol made you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"hey, watch where you're going man!" dina's brows furrowed as she got in between the two of you. the drunk guy mumbled an apology but he rapidly faded in the crowd and disappeared as quickly as he entered the frame. the humid feeling on your chest, however, was still very present and you peeled your wet top off your body with a worried expression.

"fuck" the smell of alcohol clung to your skin and made it's way to your nostrils, causing you to scrunch your face in disgust. abby let out a light chuckle at the sight of your grimace and when you heard her, you didn't care about your wet shirt or the music that was blasting in your ears or the fact that a few minutes ago, you felt as if you were about to burst because of overstimulation.

abby's laugh fixed it.

you were down monstrously bad.

"i um, i have a shirt in my car if you want. wet fabric is the worst feeling ever."

"uhh i don't know, i should go with dina, she's a bit drunk and-" you were interrupted by your friend.

"nahh me? i'm as sober as a judge" loudly declared the black haired girl. as she did so, she let go of jesse's arm and managed to walk a few meters in an approximatively straight line before turning back to your group with a large smile on her face and her arms in the hair, demonstrating her exploit.

"take the shirt, get some time to chat amongst yourselves and jesse and i, we'll be on our merry way" she gripped the boy by the arm she was previously holding onto, and walked to the door with her back turned to it, facing you and abby.

you hurried to her side to whisper scream in her ear "what are you doing? are you really gonna leave me alone? with abby?!"

"hey calm down yeah? just take the shirt and her number, emphasis on number. because stalking her instagram without even following her is not gonna get you anywhere."

"yea i know but-"

"no buts. you go get that shirt and her number. if you don't, i'll be under your bed tonight"

"how old are you?"

"stop being a coward. text me when you get home okay? i want details."

dina kissed your cheek and gave you aa encouraging look before glancing over at jesse, who had a dopey smile plastered on his face. she let out a little sigh before moving her head towards the entrance. he followed her after giving you a little hug and soon enough, they were walking out the door after giving you a little wave.

you caught a glimpse of them bickering in the uber and as the car drove away, you realized abby was still standing a few meters away from you. you turned around to find her in the same spot, right behind you with a light smile and rosy cheeks. she rummaged trough the pocket of her black jeans to get her car keys out of it.

"if you still want that shirt.."

"sure! is your car close?"

"yeah, it's just in front"

the two of you walked to the door, pushing people away a few times, and as soon as you got out of the house, the cold wind hit your face with force. the refreshing feeling made you inhale and fill your lungs with oxygen, savoring the new sensation. you closed your eyes and for a second, the only other existing being was abby. she stood right next to you and if you weren't so engulfed by the fresh air on your face, maybe you could've noticed the way she looked at you.

maybe you'd have noticed how she always blushed when you looked her way or how she was shaking before every single french class because that's when you're the closest to her, just one seat away. and technically, abby could move closer to you but she didn't want to risk passing off as a creep. so she just kept her eyes trained on your silouhette, your hair, your hands whe she'd get glimpses of them from behind you. abby was beginning to get lost in her thoughts of you, so much so that she almost forgot why the two of you were outside, together. as if you could hear her thoughts, you reminded her.

"which one's your car?"

you obviously knew what car abby drove, it was the same one you'd look for every morning in the parking lot and when you saw the grey range rover, your heart lept out of your chest for a second. but abby couldn't know that. she led you to her car and you were perplexe when she followed you to the passenger side, only for her to open the car door for you. you blinked a few times before processing what she did, and the whole time she just stared at you, giving you a little nod to encourage you to get in.

you sat in the passenger seat, abby closed the door and went to the trunk of her car. she retrieved a black muscle tee from it, got in the car and froze. you were in her car. so close she could smell your perfume. you smelled like jasmin and, was that vanilla? abby could never tell. not even after she looked down at the shirt in her hands and turned her head to you, handing you the item. this time, you noticed the slight shaking of her hands and as you took the shirt, your hads brushed. the contact felt like touching an exposed wire, fire pouring into your veins and at this very moment,

you were so glad you went to this party.

an. okkk so this might be a bit short but i really wanted to at least share one part!!

LOTS of incoherence and clichés but i mean.. anything for abby am i right?? i don't know if i hate it or love it but its still my first child

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #the last of us #abby anderson x black!reader #black reader #tlou2 #wlw #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson the last of us #lesbian #lesbian pride #abby anderson x female reader

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athenswrites · 6 months

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International Alliance of Superhumans [A WIP by Athens]

Brigid crumpled the black mask in their hand, letting it catch fire as their anger flared. They knew it wouldn’t do anything. It was built to withstand their anger. They were built to withstand their own anger. “They lied to you like they lied to me.” Martin stepped forward cautiously, hands out, “…but we can make sure that they never lie to anyone again.”

General Information

Genre: Superhero fic, action POV: Third limited Setting: NYC, 2044, alternate earth where superhumans exist Content warnings: violence, injury, gore, death, family abuse (physical, verbal), alcohol (use)

synopsis, characters, and more below the cut!

Synopsis

Superhumans have existed as long as we have, normal people who suddenly develop seemingly magical powers overnight. That’s why the International Alliance of Superhumans was founded in 1945, to help control these superhumans to better humanity. Now, the Alliance’s ideals and control is falling apart, as the Underground and the Union threaten its weakening rule over the superhuman community.

Civilians

Brigid Roberts (they/them) :: 17 :: child of Nikki Roberts :: distrusting of others :: punch first ask questions later :: don’t quit til you drop dead-type attitude :: tends to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong :: would be in juvie if their grandfather didn’t pay off the administration of Westmoreland :: always wearing their black fingerless gloves

Martin García-Flores (he/him) :: 22 :: older brother of Elías :: born in the Dominican Republic but came to NYC when he was 13 :: workaholic who never stops running :: will take a beating and get back up every single time :: has 4 jobs on top of managing the Underground :: hasn’t cut his hair in 2 years please get him a haircut :: main job is at Hotshot, a cafe in Washington Heights

Elías García-Flores (he/him) :: 15 :: little brother of Martin :: actually very competent and smart (and a little conniving) :: Martin babies him too much :: suffers from multiple sclerosis :: knows his brother's identity but Martin doesn't know that :: massive crush on Madds, won’t tell her :: gamemaster for his d&d group

Melody "Mel" Ghazali (she/her) :: 17 :: childhood best friend of Brigid :: would be the valedictorian of her class if Brigid wasn’t tied GPA-wise :: very sweet :: plays piano and sings in choir :: all of Brigid's self restraint :: wants to help people :: doesn’t know Brigid=Fireball

Maddison "Madds" de Paola (she/her) :: 14 :: the definition of that weird girl in your class :: obsessed with physics and space :: forget not being the sharpest tool in the shed, Madds isn't even in the shed :: could kick everyone's asses academically but has no motivation to do her actual schoolwork

Owen Roberts (he/him) :: 70 :: father of Nikki :: wants the best for his family :: especially after the death of his son :: treats Brigid as another child of his :: smooth talker and good poker face

Andre Vicario (he/him) :: 26 :: RN at local children’s hospital :: resting bitch face :: seems to always know the answer to everything, which freaks everyone else out :: shows up at just the right time :: every single time :: frequent customer at Hotshot

Carolana "Ana" Vicario (she/her) :: 22 :: Andre's little sister :: very very sweet but there is not a single fucking braincell in her head :: works at a local metaphysical shop

Joaquinn "Quinn" Cheres (he/they) :: 22 :: deceased at 21 :: bff turned lover of Martin :: grew up in the Dominican Republic as well before coming to NYC at 13 :: has an uncontrollable attitude problem :: lashes out often at others but otherwise sweet

Nikolas "Nikki" Roberts (she/her) :: 39 :: deceased at 34 :: biological parent of Brigid :: absent parent :: Brigid loved her though :: literally just came out prior to dying, so several people refer to her with he/him pronouns

Valentia "Val" de Paola (they/she) :: 40 :: deceased at 37 :: brilliant Quantum Physicist :: mother of Madds :: obsessed with the concept of multiple dimensions :: never actually got her PhD because everyone though she was batshit crazy

Griffin Douglas (he/him) :: 61 :: close professional friend of Val's :: got her the job researching with Realitypoint

Superheroes

Meremimic (he/him) :: alter-ego to Owen Roberts :: Head Administrator of the International Alliance of Superhumans :: shapeshifter :: wire glasses mantle

Fireball (he/him) :: alter-ego to Brigid Roberts :: the new "Goldenson" of the Alliance :: pyrokinesis :: studying under Meremimic :: partner to Nightpsyche :: mortal enemy to Hueso Blanco :: killer of Àrbol Terror and Quantum Rift :: black eye-mask mantle :: beloved by the public

Nightpsyche (she/her) :: telekinesis :: studying under Meremimic :: partner to Fireball :: plague mask mantle :: goody-two shoes who follows all of IASH's rules :: doesn't play nice with the public

Goldenson (he/him) :: alter-ego to Nikki Roberts :: deceased :: pyrokinesis :: son of Meremimic/Owen :: former partner to Quantum Rift :: murdered by Quantum Rift* :: loved by the city :: everyone mourned his death

RedShield (he/him) :: vitakinesis (healing) :: works in Meremimic's office :: no public presence :: gives Fireball suspiciously relevant advice to his situation

Supervillains

Hueso Blanco (he/him) :: formerly HuesoBlanco :: alter-ego to Martin García-Flores :: radiokinesis (light/radiation manipulation) :: former partner to Àrbol Terror/Àrboltierra :: partner to Morpheus Nox :: mortal enemy to Fireball :: silver skull ring mantle :: current leader of the Underground :: previously member of the Santo Domingo branch of IASH before being relocated to NYC

Morpheus Nox (he/him) :: mysterious new supervillain on the block :: space-time manipulation :: seems to want to continue what Quantum Rift started :: has Quantum Rift's powers and mantle :: partner to Hueso Blanco :: black cloak mantle

Quantum Rift (he/him) :: formerly Quantumshift :: deceased :: space-time manipulation :: former leader of the Underground :: tried to open a black hole by ripping his cloak :: shoved through his own rift by Fireball :: black cloak mantle

Àrbol Terror (he/him) :: formerly Àrboltierra :: deceased :: former partner to Hueso Blanco :: previously part of the Santo Domingo branch before being relocated to NYC :: close ally to Quantum Rift :: brutally murdered by Fireball

Blood Ruby (she/her) :: deceased :: geokinesis :: founder of the Union :: went missing six months ago and presumed dead :: ruby earrings mantle

Squall Line (he/him) :: formerly Squalline:: deceased :: ex-Alliance supervillain :: atmokinesis :: sportscoat mantle (think like an on-air weatherman's jacket)

Worldbuilding

Superhumans

As the introduction says, superhumans have existed as long as humanity has existed. Most major religions have some sort of explanation for why superhumans exist, but in reality, no one knows. The population of superhumans seems to be correlated to the human population, but the true number of superhumans is unknown. It is also unknown how the superhumans are selected, as most develop powers between the ages of 7 and 13. There are several records of powers and mantles being passed down through a family, such as Goldenson and Fireball.

Powers and Mantles

Powers are what make superhumans Superhumans. They vary from superhuman to superhuman, and many common ones are duplicated (like pyrokinesis). The options for powers are essentially endless, with the only primary rule being that the powers don't actually modify the appearance of the superhuman (like wings, horns, skin, gills, or anything like that). Mantles are a little different. Each superhuman, hero or villain, has a wearable mantle, which is tied to their identity as a superhuman. When activated, the mantle provides a costume for the superhuman, which can be changed via simply deactivating and reactivating the mantle with the intention of their costume being changed. Mantles are passed down from superhuman to superhuman; when superhumans die, their mantles (and associated powers) are granted to a new superhuman. For example, Fireball inherited the mantle and powers of Goldenson after his death. Occasionally, new mantles and powers will emerge with the growing human population. The true nature of mantles are not well understood, although in the modern day, microchips and other technology have been added by IASH and the Underground.

Superhuman Names

While superhuman names used to be chosen by the superhumans themselves, nowadays the process is controlled by IASH. Names are given to Alliance-sanctioned superheroes by the Naming Committee, which also changes the superhuman names of supervillains who are expelled from IASH. Modern superhuman names generally are composed of two words; those without a space are IASH superheroes, and those with a space are supervillains.

The International Alliance of Superhumans

After the use of superhumans in combat during World War II, and the human rights violations which occurred via said use, the International Alliance of Superhumans was formed around the same time as the United Nations. While IASH is not part of the UN, they have been granted police-like functions in most states which are members to the UN. IASH, in function, is a superhuman police government which spans international borders, and controls the superhuman populace. All superhumans are subject to register with IASH or be labelled as a supervillain. Supervillains are constantly under surveillance and attack by Alliance-sanctioned superheroes, although sometimes the lesser-supervillains are kept around for PR purposes and to make IASH look better. IASH has branches in most party states in the world, most often in populated cities. Some states, like China, the US, and Russia have multiple branches within their borders, while smaller countries like the Dominican Republic or city-states like Singapore only have one. IASH's current Chief Administrator (in the NYC Headquarters) is the formerly Welsh-based superhero, Meremimic.

The Underground

The Underground, founded in 2020, was the first true alternative movement to IASH. It was founded by ex-Alliance supervillains who felt wronged by their expulsion from IASH. Generally, the Underground is considered to be a more violent movement, although they spread their fair share of propaganda. Quantum Shift was the de facto leader at one point, before the organization was taken over by his student, Hueso Blanco.

The Union

The Union is a new movement, founded only in 2048 by the late-Blood Ruby. Unlike the Underground, the Union was founded by a mix of superheroes and supervillains looking to reform IASH.

Wesmoreland Private Academy

Wesmoreland is a prestigious boarding school, housing 6-12th graders. Mel, Brigid, and Madds attend currently. Val and Nikki are alumni. Owen Roberts is a major donor to the school and the single reason why Brigid has not been expelled for their violent behavior.

Status

Plotting. Previous drafts have been scrapped for good.

Further Commentary

IASH is another one of my older WIPs, and was tied closely to an old (toxic) friend of mine. It has taken me a while to rework it to something I enjoy, but this is approaching that final product. Unlike NYTF, IASH focuses on bringing down the "government", rather than trying to fix it. (They do fix it in the end). I will be adding more to the characters soon! I just wanted to get this out for Archie to see :)

Tag List (let me know if you want to be +/-)

(I pulled most of these either from the old IASH tag list or from the call post) @thetruearchmagos @fraugustends @wordswrittenbynight @missaddledmiss @from-the-depths-into-your-soul @rayesworld @susurrus-mxfluffy @serotoninshift @starlit-skys @guessillcallitart @circa-specturgia @whimsyqueen @elijahrichardwrites @imslowlydisintegrating @eli-writes-sometimes @hannahholowach46

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kyleoreillylover · 4 months

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Anger Management

Summary: Sami is sick and tired of you and Kevin's temper tantrums. He decides to do something about it.

pairings: Kevin Owens x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff!!

word count: 3,651

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant

a/n: I love zowens. they are so babygirl and have been my brain rot for so freaking long. Hope ya'll enjoy!

"And joining me are the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens, and the WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!"

You walked over to Byron with your best friends on either side of you, the three of you wearing a smile to the camera. Albiet, at least a forced smile on your face. You had too much shit on your plate and an interview was the least important thing on your list.

"Thank you for having us Byron." Sami sensed that something was bothering you and rested his elbow on your shoulder, his touch conveying comfort as Kevin wore a similar forced smile on his face. He knew the two of you were on the brink of snapping as you had over the past couple weeks, but he hoped he didn't have to call you out in front of the cameras.

"No problem. Now, I have to ask you guys, how are you feeling with the Bloodline implosion that happened and we all knew would happen." The fake smiles dropped from you and Kevin's faces ,replaced with scowls that could melt steel.

"Oh my god Byron! Who cares about the stupid Bloodline? Cause I don't care! Don't you get sick and tired of asking these stupid questions about the stupid Bloodline, cause I am!" Kevin quite literally screamed in your ears, his face already flushed red with the force of his frustration.

"Kevin, calm down," Sami said, placing a hand on his arm and attempting to diffuse the situation as the tension in the room escalated.

But you thought Kevin was right. These stupid interviewers should be asking questions about things that actually matter, like I don't know, your championships?

"No, why should he calm down! Every time we're here, it's the same damn questions. 'How do you feel about the Bloodline? What are your thoughts about the new thing happening with the Bloodline?' It's like they don't care about anything else, even though we are the champions!" You glared at Byron, frustration boiling over as you vented your pent-up irritation.

"Y/N, calm down!" Sami was like a broken record, now grabbing your shoulder and trying to ease the rising tension.

"I-I'm sorry, I just asked because of the impact that the Bloodline has on the WWE since their inception-" Bryon's apologetic crap was cut off by Kevin, who was unable to contain his frustration any longer.

"Impact? Impact? You wanna talk about impact? How about the impact we've made as champions, huh? Y/N here is the Women's Champion, and Sami and I are the Undisputed Tag Team Champions! Doesn't that matter to you guys at all?"

"Yeah, doesn't that matter instead of this constant obsession with the Bloodline?" You chimed in, huffing at the repetitive nature of the interview questions. Byron, visibly taken aback, attempted to salvage the interview.

"I-I apologize if it seemed that way. We just thought that given the recent events with the Bloodline, it'd be relevant to—" Byron stuttered, trying to justify his line of questioning.

"Both of you, calm down!" Sami's loud voice echoed in the room, finally making you and Kevin be quiet and stop losing your shit. He took a deep breath, looking at each of you with a calming yet worrisome gaze.

"Look, I didn't wanna talk about this in front of Byron." Your eyebrows furrowed and you exchanged confused glances with Kevin, unsure of what Sami was about to address.

"No no, don't hold back for Byron's sake. Say it." You urged Sami, expecting another defense of both your frustration.s

Sami let out a sigh, looking between you and Kevin. "Alright, fine. You guys have an anger problem."

"......."

"What?" both you and Kevin exclaimed simultaneously, your voices dripping with disbelief.

"Yeah, right!" Kevin snorted, shooting a disbelieving glance at Sami. "I don't have an anger problem. I just don't tolerate nonsense, especially when it comes from idiots."

"Exactly," you chimed in, crossing your arms. "I don't have an anger problem either. I'm just passionate and talk loudly, Sami. You know this!"

Sami shook his head, his voice calm but assertive. "Guys, come on. Remember last week, Y/N, when Shayna accidentally spilled water on you? You nearly went off the rails, ready to take her down."

"She did it on purpose!" you exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

"The janitor accidentally pushed her! You saw it!" Sami countered, frustration creeping into his tone.

Turning to Kevin, Sami continued, "And you, Kevin, remember when you nearly went after Vinci for simply walking past you?"

"That baldie shouldn't have been walking past me all smug!" Kevin defended, his agitation evident.

Sami shook his head, a mix of concern and exasperation on his face. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You both have a tendency to overreact to minor things."

"That's ridiculous!" you protested.

"Yeah, we're just passionate about what we do!" Kevin added, crossing his arms defiantly.

Sami sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, here's the deal. If you both can get through the rest of tonight without snapping at anybody or anything, I'll drop it. But if either of you loses your cool, you have to admit to me that you both have a problem."

You exchanged a glance with Kevin, both of you wearing expressions torn between determination and skepticism. You guys totally did not have a problem, and you were gonna prove Sami wrong.

"Y'know what, fine. This is gonna be so easy anyways, you know why Y/N?" Kevin asked, a smug smile on his face.

"I know why. Because we don't have an anger problem in the first place!!" You paused with a smug grin on your face as you caught sight of Sami's knowing expression, the challenge set before you. "Let's get through this night without a single outburst, and then we'll see who's right."

The evening progressed, and Sami remained by your sides, observing the situations with a subtle smirk, occasionally looking at his watch as if counting down to something. You and Kevin did your best to keep your composure, but as the night unfolded, it grew increasingly challenging.

The three of you were walking down the hallway, when a technician accidentally bumped into Kevin, spilling water on him. You and Sami looked at each other in bated breath, anticipating Kevin's reaction. Surprisingly, Kevin's jaw clenched, but he managed to keep his cool, wiping the water off his jacket and giving the tech a fake smile.

"Oh, and it's ice water! You hate being wet and cold!" Sami's words seemed to make Kevin's eye twitch as you grabbed a towel, handing it to Kevin.

"Nah, it's all good! You're all good, dude." Kevin wiped the water off his shirt and forced a smile, much to the surprise of both you and Sami. You exchanged a glance with Sami, impressed by Kevin's composure.

Riddle strolled up to the three of you, flashing his trademark grin. Internally, you groaned, knowing Matt's tendency to spark off conversations at the most inconvenient times. As expected, he turned his attention to you, his relaxed demeanor exuding a laid-back vibe.

"Hey there, champs! Y/N, you're looking absolutely fabulous tonight. How about after the show, we grab some pizza and talk about the universe, man?" Ride flashed a grin in your direction, his relaxed and carefree attitude making your nerves jump.

"Umm, I'm good, Riddle." You tried to give Riddle the hint that you didnt wanna talk to him, but he didn't seem to catch it.

"Bro, c'mon, we can hang out, chill, and vibe together. It'll be totally awesome!" Matt continued, undeterred by your attempts to politely decline his offer.

"I'm really good, Riddle." You tried to signal your discomfort, but Riddle's obliviousness persisted.

"And then we can just kick it, grab a slice, and-" You cut Matt off mid-sentence, unable to take it anymore.

"Riddle, shut your mouth before I-" , Before you could say more, you glanced at Sami's expression, your words faltered mid-sentence. Panic flashed across your face as you realized what you were about to say.His raised eyebrow and warning look stopped you in your tracks. God, the hold this man has on you.

"I, uh, mean, shut up! I was just thinking of grabbing a bite with Kevin and Sami, thanks but, uh, never mind," you stumbled, trying to salvage the situation. Matt, oblivious to the tension, simply chuckled and shrugged, sauntering away in his usual carefree manner.

Sami looked at you with an amused yet knowing expression, clearly enjoying the struggle you were facing to keep your cool. "Smooth recovery there, Habibti. Real smooth."

You rolled your eyes as Kevin patted your shoulder, reassuringly. "You did the best you could with Riddle. That man does not know when to shut up." At Sami's look, Kevin shot his arms out and said defensively,

"Hey, it's true!"

Then, when you were busy doing your makeup backstage, Sami and Kevin sitting with you gossiping with themselves, Vinci and Ludwig Kaiser walked in, their smug expressions instantly causing a change in the atmosphere. You continued to focus on your makeup, hoping they'd leave without any confrontation. But that was just wishful thinking.

“Well well well, look who it is, Vinci sneered, glancing at Sami and Kevin before his eyes fixed on you. "The so-called champions, huh? How's it feel knowing that your reign is coming to an end soon?"

You clenched your jaw, internally cursing their timing. Sami linked both his hands with yours and Kevins, leaning closer as if trying to create a barrier between you and the duo. “To what do we owe this pleasure, Vinci?" Sami replied, trying to maintain a composed tone, though a hint of annoyance slipped through.

Vinci and Ludwig exchanged smug glances before Vinci continued, "Oh, just thought we'd remind you lads and the pretty lady here," Vinci smirked, his gaze lingering on you, "that our time is coming. The Undisputed Tag Team Championships are practically ours for the taking."

“Pretty lady?” Kevin muttered under his breath in disbelief, face scrunching up at the thought of someone like them flirting with you in front of him.

"You two again," You grumbled, visibly frustrated but trying your best to keep your mouth shut.

Vinci chuckled, clearly enjoying getting under your skin. “Oh, that reminds me, I got you a gift, darling.”

Kevin’s eye twitched when Vinci brought his arm out from behind his back and presented you flowers with a mocking smile, his tone dripping with condescension.

“A little something for the lady, you know, before I take your championships and her too."

You clicked your tongue sarcastically, refusing to take the flowers. “I’m good, baldie.”

Sami’s eyes darted between Vinci, Ludwig, you, and Kevin, sensing the tension thickening in the room. He moved swiftly, stepping closer to you and placing a hand gently on your shoulder, attempting to stop the escalating situation.

"Vinci, enough. Take your gifts and your talk somewhere else," Sami interjected, his voice firm trying to steer the conversation away from an inevitable explosion.

But Vinci persisted, pushing them closer to you. "Come on, don't be rude. A lady always accepts a gift."

That was the final straw. Kevin's patience snapped like a stretched rubber band. No one talks to you like that. He lunged forward, snatching the flowers from Vinci's hand. With a glare burning with fury, he threw the flowers onto the ground, stomping on them without any remorse.

“You wanna know how she feels about you? This is how she feels about you!” Kevin stomped on the flowers, his voice raised with anger as he directed his fury at Vinci. “This is how we all feel about you!”

Sami immediately stepped in between Kevin and Vinci, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated further. "Kevin, stop!"

But Kevin was seething, his chest heaving with anger. “No! I’m sick of these guys! I just wanna punch them in the face! So you know what?” Kevin grabbed his titles, pointing a finger in Vinci’s shocked face. “I am gonna punch you in the face! Me you, in that ring, right now!” Kevin left angrily, huffing and puffing. You and Sami watched in disbelief as Kevin stormed off, his frustration palpable, taking your titles and chasing after him.

At least Kevin waited until the bell rang to unleash his rage. This didn’t count, right?

As the night wore on, you both managed to navigate through various situations that tested your patience. However, the ultimate test came when Rhea, your long-time rival, interrupted you and your best friends promo in the ring.

Everyone knows you hate being interrupted!! She made her way to the ring with a smirk on her face, and her presence alone was enough to spike your blood pressure.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the overrated Women's Champion and her two sidekicks," Rhea sneered, eyeing you with disdain before turning her attention to Kevin and Sami. "And you two, still sticking around with her? Pathetic."

You bit your fist, and it was almost comical the way you were trying so hard to hold your frustration and anger bubbling beneath the surface at Rhea's derogatory remarks back. You exchanged a tense glance with Kevin, who clenched his fists but managed to maintain his composure. Sami stood between you and Rhea, sensing the rising tension.

"Rhea, there's no need for this," Sami interjected, attempting to defuse the situation.

"No need for what? To state the truth?" Rhea shot back, her words laced with venom. "It's quite clear, isn't it? Y/N here is a paper champion, and you two," she gestured dismissively at Kevin and Sami, "are just carrying dead weight. Champions? Ha!"

You struggled to keep your cool, your fists tightening at your sides. Sami shot you a warning look, silently urging you to maintain control. You tried to hold back the boiling rage at Rhea's words, but you were barely hanging on. Rhea got in your face at your lack of a response, smirking smugly, her words laced with malice.

"You know, you're just proving everyone right by staying silent. Can't handle the truth, can you?" Rhea taunted, her voice dripping with condescension.

"Shut up, Rhea." She ignored you, smiling devilishly.

"You are nothing but a fake champion."

"Shut up Rhea."

"You and your boys are nothing but a joke." Rhea's voice raised an octave, emphasizing each word with deliberate malice.

That was it. The last straw. No one talks about your boys without getting their ass kicked.

In a split second, without thinking, your hand swung, delivering a resounding slap across Rhea's face. Rhea quickly punched you in retaliation, causing chaos to erupt in the ring as Kevin and Sami tried to separate the two of you, but it was like trying to separate wild animals.

Hair pulling, name-calling, and nail scratching ensued before Sami and Kevin latched both your arms and finally grabbed you, dragging you out of the ring as security rushed in to separate the brawl between you and Rhea. The backstage area was a frenzy of commotion as Sami and Kevin struggled to restrain your boiling anger.

"Let me go! She had it coming!" you shouted, struggling against their grasp, your rage still uncontainable.

"Y/N, stop it!" Sami's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern. "This is exactly what I was talking about."

"I don't have an anger problem! She insulted us!" you retorted, trying to break free.

The security guards stepped in, helping to separate the chaos. Rhea was being escorted in another direction, both of you yelling insults and threats back and forth.

"You psycho bitch!" Rhea screamed at you as she was being escorted away.

"Takes one to know one, bitch!" You yelled back, trying to break free of Sami and Kevins' grip, but they literally dragged you out of the arena, the camera capturing the chaotic scene as the broadcast switched to another segment.

They finally let go of you once you were outside, breathing heavily, seething with frustration, and the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

"I can't believe she said those things about us! She had it coming," you muttered angrily, pacing back and forth. Kevin was equally as angry for you, pacing with you, and Sami just about had enough.

Sami sighed, rubbing his temples, clearly disappointed but not surprised by the outcome. "Y/N, that's exactly what I was afraid of. We need to talk about this."

"Talk about what? I defended us!" Your voice raised defensively, refusing to accept the possibility of having an anger issue.

"Y/N, you lost control. And so did Kevin, with Imperium. We can't keep denying this," Sami explained, his tone firm yet understanding.

Kevin crossed his arms, looking away with a stubborn expression. "I don't have an anger issue. That was just... Imperium being Imperium."

"Guys, come on," Sami pleaded, trying to reason with both of you. "It took you both one night to prove my point."

Sami's expression was a mix of disappointment and concern. "Y/N, Kevin, this is what I was afraid of. You both need to admit that this is a problem."

"No! She insulted us! She had it coming!" you protested, grabbing Sami's hand and trying to make him see reason.

"Yeah, you know how annoying she can be, Sami. You can't expect us to just stand there and take it!" Kevin interjected, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Guys, this isn't about her. It's about us," Sami said firmly, trying to make you both understand. He squeezed your hand, his thumb gently rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your agitation.

"Look, I understand why you both reacted the way you did. But it's not about just this one incident. It's a pattern. We've had multiple instances where both of you have almost crossed the line," Sami explained, his voice filled with concern.

You sighed, feeling the weight of Sami's words sinking in. "I just... I hate when someone talks trash about us. I can't help but react."

"I get it, habibti. I really do." Sami put his arm around your shoulders, trying to comfort you. "But we need to find a way to handle situations like these without losing control. And the same goes for you, Kevin."

Kevin sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine. Maybe... maybe I overreacted a little."

Sami let out a little smile, it wasn't often the two of you admitted any fault. "That's a start, Kev." He brought him into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles into his back as a silent thank you for his admission before turning to you, his expression softening. "Y/N, what about you?"

You sighed, not wanting to admit it but knowing deep down that Sami was right. Sami sensed your hesitation and gave you a tight but relaxing hug that left you momentarily speechless. When he pulled away, he looked at you with a gentle yet firm expression, waiting for your response.

"I... maybe I did overreact," you admitted, reluctantly conceding to Sami's observation. "But she was out of line."

Sami nodded understandingly, a small smile making its way onto his cute face at the way you were trying to come to terms with it. "I know she was, habibti. But that's what she wants. She wants to get under your skin, and when you react, she wins."

Sami paused, his eyes meeting yours, his gaze gentle yet firm. "I know you are protective of us, and I love you for that. But I don't want it to be at the cost of your well being. And my ears can't take any more screaming."

You chuckled at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Okay, okay," you relented, leaning into Sami's embrace. "Next time I'll just think of ripping of the face of whoever annoys me instead of actually doing it."

"That's all I'm asking for," Sami giggled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. He then turned to Kevin, who stood there with a thoughtful expression.

"Kevin?" Sami's tone was encouraging, yet serious, awaiting Kevin's response.

Kevin scratched the back of his neck, his expression softening. "Yeah, alright. I'll work on it too." Sami smiled at him and leaned down to give him a platonic kiss on the cheek as well,, Kevin's anger melting away with every touch.

There was a peaceful silence until you and Kevin exchanged a glance, both of you having the same train of thought.

"But what if Rhea-"

"No."

"But what if Vinci tries to-"

"No."

"But what if-"

"No buts, guys!" Sami stopped your questions, laughing at your predictability. "Nothing is gonna happen tonight and if it does, we'll handle it together, calmly." Sami emphasized the last part, looking between the two of you with a serious look, as if daring you to object.

Kevin and you exchanged a knowing look, both of you thinking how this adorable puppy dog of a man could scare you more than any opponent in the ring when he's serious. You nodded in unison, accepting Sami's terms, knowing he wouldn't allow anything else.

Sami beamed, pleased that you both agreed. "Thank you. Now, if the two of you don't fight in the car, we can get Waffle House on the way back. Deal?"

"Deal!" You and Kevin chorused, sharing a smile at the thought of enjoying some delicious waffles after the intense night. You linked your arms with Sami and Kevin, walking to the rental car, ready to put the night behind and embrace the comfort of waffles and each other's company.

The two of you knew you'd have to eventually work on your anger, but you ignored that with the promise of delicious waffles in store for you tonight. (And maybe you'd break your promise to Sami by fighting over the bill, but that was future you's problems).

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raisedbythetv89 · 18 hours

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joss's sick obsession with not just causing pain and suffering - but punishment and humiliation to his "pretty popular girl" archetype characters aka Buffy and Cordelia and his favoritism of the most horrible mediocre white men aka riley, xander, and angel is never more apparent than in Into the Woods

The writers opted not for the FANTASTIC call back to season 1 with owen and Never Kill a Boy on the First Date when Buffy says "two days in my world and owen really would get himself killed…. or I'd get him killed… or someone else...."

which set them up perfectly for the road map of Buffy's attempt at a "normal" relationship that angel, her mother, and the scoobies keep trying to push her to have (when she's not normal herself so of course it's gonna be a disaster which is soooooo trying to force a queer person to be straight coded which is why spuffy is inherently queer on top of them both being canonically bisexual because Buffy embracing her love of Spike is embracing her inherent queerness)

But could you IMAGINE how amazing it would have been for season 1 to have foreshadowed riley being turned at the suck house (because literally all that evil in Sunnydale and NO ONE takes the opportunity to turn the slayer's boyfriend into the perfect secret weapon to take her and her whole family out??? PLEASE)

Then vamp riley almost killing Dawn and her mother (because Dawn would be the one tricked into inviting him in as a call back to Dawn accidentally inviting Harmony in and Buffy saying she's gonna get us all killed plus angel tricking his little sister into inviting him in once he was turned)

Buffy is forced to kill him after pleading with him to remember he loves her or any part of who he was (which would further show how exceptional Spike's ability to form a truce with Buffy, keep it, and fall in love with her all without a soul is)

Making riley her second (third if we count ford being left for dead and then having to dust him) turned evil boyfriend she's forced to kill.

Buffy would still be DEVASTATED and it's Buffy so she'd still punish and blame herself even though it'd be all riley's fault (demonstrating how this storyline would still cause immense pain for Buffy and be very high stakes drama for the plot but again joss elected for humiliation having Buffy literally chase after the man who was cheating on her with vampires while she was dealing with a sick mother and a hell god after her sister. Favoring a white man's character over the best plot line)

All while also further setting up her and Spike's relationship because of the "if that's what I wanted I'd be dating Spike" of it all which was her basically saying if I didn't want normal, Spike would be who I'd choose and now she's tried to be normal and he got killed, almost killed her family and then she had to kill him just like season 1 Buffy knew would happen when she broke things off with owen!!

AND the poetic irony of her trying to be “normal” and it ends with the exact same result?? The lesson being that rejecting who you are is not the answer and the only true answer is self acceptance because pain will happen no matter what so might as well love and embrace yourself ???

BUT NOOOOOOO the writers aka joss opted for riley's narrative to be that he's a hero and a good guy always, no matter what because joss has a big fat crush on marc and guys like him, angel and oz all get written off by treating women like shit without being villainized for it at all and then leaving. Getting to go on to live rich and fulfilling lives while Kendra, Tara, Cordy, and Anya are all violently killed off with barely any time spent grieving their deaths by more than one character..... (I haven't ever been able to finish ats so I don't know how much this applies to cordy's but my guess is the pattern didn't change much)

THEY EVEN LOOK THE SAME FOR CHRIST’S SAKE IT WRITES ITSELF

#fuck joss whedon #anti biley #anti riley finn #anti angel #spuffy #btvs meta #meta

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i’ve become a little obsessed with your curtwen stuff do you have any more to share 🙏🙏🙏

Aww thank you, that’s so sweet! I honestly need to rewatch saf, it’s been too long since I’ve seen it! All this talk about them has made me really miss them I just wish they could’ve had a happy ending, but I guess that’s what fics are for

I can’t remember what all I’ve said, so I might repeat myself or contradict a previous headcanon, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles 🤷‍♀️

But I love the idea of Curt & Owen flirting via mock interrogations & they progressively get less realistic & more playful (& homoerotic) as time goes on & what we see at the beginning of the show definitely isn’t the first time tickling has found its way into this little game of theirs

They do the will they won’t they thing for probably way too long, but they wanted to be 100% positive they were picking up the vibes they thought they were

Ok but their first kiss was completely accidental. They were running away from someone together & they had to hide in a cramped space like a tight alley or a closet & they’re fumbling & shoving at each other & they turn their heads at the same time & next thing you know they’re fuckin’ smooching! They’re both so shy about it & can barely meet each other’s eyes & Owen just mumbles “not a bad kisser Mega” & Curt’s like “neither are you” & then they’re staring at each other blushing & all of a sudden they’re making out

Pretty sure they both found out each other was ticklish while on a job together since that’s when they spend the most time together. I think most people think Owen found out Curt was ticklish first, but just imagine with me, if you will:

Curt arrives to a job that Owen got to first, but shit hit the fan & he got caught & is being interrogated. It’s pretty early on, so he’s not too roughed up yet, & he can see Curt in the rafters & he’s both relieved & annoyed because he knows he’s gonna rub it in his face that he had to save him. Curt ends up sniping the baddies & hops down like his knight in shining armor & he goes to untie him, but Owen’s hands are tied behind the chair & his chest is tied to the back of the chair, the rope under his arms & around his ribs. So while he’s untying him, he’s squirming around & breathing a little weird & Curt’s like “quit moving so much or I’ll leave you here” & Owen snaps back “quit tickling then!” & he freezes up & Curt has the most gleeful, sinister look he’s ever seen

“What was that?” “Nothing” “no no, you said you’re ticklish?” “Really Curt, that’s what you’re taking away from all this? We need to leave!” “Why? I already killed everyone here, it’s just you & me” “Curt…” “why not have some fun?” “Mega I swear to God-“ & then Owen didn’t get another coherent sentence out for about half an hour

After that, Curt was a fucking menace & never let him live it down. He’d sneak up on him & launch a surprise tickle attack, he’ll constantly bring up how he “can’t believe” how ticklish he is, he’ll even mock his laugh & say how even his laugh sounds posh. Really, Owen had the patience of a saint & Curt really took it for granted

He bides his time, giving him a chance to back tf off with all the teasing, but one night when they’re sharing a hotel room (with only 1 bed mind you) Curt keeps tickling him & it’s really not funny because he just wants to sleep damnit! Cut it out, I mean it! & Curt goes to squeeze his hip again & all of a sudden he’s laying flat on his back with an angry, very smug Owen hovering over him & his life flashes before his eyes. He gives a nervous lil grin & tilts his head like “y-you got me, I’ll leave you alone now” & Owen’s like “oh no no no, you’ve been tormenting me for months, you’re not weaseling out of this that easy” & Curt really should learn to shut up because he doesn’t even think twice before saying “well what took you so long to snap?”

& now it’s Owen’s turn to give him an evil smile & cups his ear like “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” & Curt’s really struggling now, but Owen has him pinned pretty good & he’s sputtering out apology after apology saying how he’ll never tease him again lies & he’ll drop the whole thing. But Owen is smirking so much as he leans down & asks “Curt… now be honest… have you been doing all this hoping I’d get my revenge?” & Curt’s heart has never beat so fast in his entire life & he answers so quick he literally cuts him off by yelling “NO!” & then much cooler “no, why would I want that?” & Owen just hums “oh I don’t know, maybe because it would mean my hands would be all over you” & he waits for Curt to try to argue before striking. He miiiight have gone a bit overboard, but he had a lot of revenge to catch up on. & it’s not like he didn’t give Curt an out, he just refused to “break” to something as “stupid” as tickling, so it was really his fault. He swears his throat didn’t hurt after that brutal attack, but when they wake up the next morning his voice is shot & he can barely speak above a whisper. Of course now it’s Owen’s turn to never let him live it down. “I can’t believe you were giving me so much shit when you’re 10 times as bad as I am!”

I didn’t know this was just gonna turn into one one headcanon but I speak the truth, the whole truth, & nothing but the truth no matter how long it is so help me God

#asks #anon ask #i have GOT to make this a fic when i get the time #spies are forever headcanons #saf headcanons #curtwen #curt mega #special agent curt mega #owen carvour #saf #spies are forever #ticklish!curt #ticklish!owen

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