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h0r0gur4mu · 1 year

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Retracing the Footsteps of Those Who Got Lost in The Snow

so desperate for content they got me writing my own material

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cw: hurt/comfort, gn reader, lots of cuddling damn, implied family issues so true, so self indulgent that it’s insane

Deleting soon

New York always looks different painted in white—it sort of catches you off guard every time. Not in a bad way, but a more or less hopeful way. The world is still spinning and you’re still living. Somehow.

So after months of having little to no tension with your family mid-winter, you were sort of shocked at the sudden conflict that arose. You didn’t want to ruin an otherwise perfect winter—so you did what you always did whenever such things happened. Run into the always open arms of the Morales’.

“I’m sorry for bothering you all again,” You whispered. You were always on the quieter side but whenever fights went down you lost your voice far easier than any other time.

“Nonsense! You know us, we’re always going to be like a second family to you.” Ms. Rio said. She never failed to make you guilty, not because ever purposely did so—but because her kindness was overwhelming. You felt as if you could never repay that.

“Yes, we always have a home for you here,” Mile’s dad gave a rare smile, not that he didn’t smile, it was just more heartfelt than the ones he showed when he was joking or laughing. All these observations you knew over the years because you depended on them often. It had been easier when you were younger though, mostly only coming over because you were playing with Miles. You balled one of your hands up into a fist trying to fight that overwhelming nostalgia.

“(Name)? Are you alright? I’m going to call Miles to come dow—,”

“N-no sir. —Go up there myself… th-a-ank you.” You fought back tears and made your way to Mile’s room, avoiding his parent’s concerned gaze.

A knock on a door. Just a simple and quiet knock that takes you back that far. You can almost see your younger self racing around with glee, being reckless. When you didn’t lie about being loud and extroverted just to please a crowd; it felt so long ago but it was just a few years ago.

“Dad I’m not hungry!”

“A-ah! It’s not—!”

The door swung open before you could finish and you were quickly wrapped into a tight hug. You couldn’t help melt into it. It was so warm and comfortable—you could feel your heart pounding. You did your best to cling on to the wall that was holding back the hot tears that were basically begging to be released, but you kept it in anyway.

“It’s pretty snowy outside, huh? I’m drawing a picture of it—actually.” He always did his best to distract you. And who were you not to give in?

You nodded, signifying that you wanted to see. You entered his room and immediately felt calmed down by the familiar atmosphere. The tranquility of it was dear to you, but so ways a utter messiness of it that made it feel like home. The windows had those same yellow curtains draped over them, but in between the cracks you could see a winter scene outside.

Hopping onto the bed, you wrapped yourself with the blankets. Miles sat next to you, bringing you into his arms. He kissed your forehead and flipped through the pages of the art book, reaching a page with a sketch of Mile’s home from the exterior view. “Alright, now give me those art skills.” He nudged you.

Alright, yeah, you did art every once in a while. You didn’t do it as much though. Not after…

“Dunno… em…phasize the frost in the window. They wouldn’t look that normal.”

“See! You’re good at art without even trying.” He started to add shading to the windows, making sure to leave snowflakes on top of them.

“Th…” You didn’t want to stutter but at this point it felt like at any moment you were going to overflow. So you stayed silent. It engulfed the situation uncomfortably. In between those non-existent lines layers of trauma was stacked in your words. And it was separating you and Miles. You knew it was.

A tune interrupted the silence. It was so soft and quiet that if the two of you had been speaking neither would notice. You gradually made your way to the window and looked out down onto the street. There it was—a double decker bus decked out with Christmas decorations and playing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock. You stared at it in awe with child-like wonder. Then the feeling of nostalgia hit you like a truck.

You remember begging your parents to take you on one of those busses, so short that you thought the top of those busses might as well be the empire skate building. That if you reached high enough you could touch the stars. Did you ever end up going on one?

You already know the tears are falling down your face. They are just as silent as the room was before. And you can feel the comfort of the Miles’ hands wiping them away, and just for that night, your fears and terrors were wiped away too.

And somehow someone found you in the middle of a blizzard.

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maries-gallery · 9 months

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Rio, Licht, Clavis and/or Nokto comforting mc when she’s having rlly rlly bad period cramps? I feel like Rio would be the absolute best at this ;;

Hi anon! Am sorry to hear you struggle with bad period cramps, I do too and know just how bad and incapacitating these can be :,) So I hope this can bring even the slightest bit of comfort!

Am going to sound like an old woman but a few things that work for me during this time of the month is to cancel coffee from my diet (as for some reason I find it makes cramps worse?), eat chocolate for the magnesium and try to add ginger to your diet too (it's full of good nutrients and actually really helps me personally). ANYWAYS ON WITH THE REQUEST!

(Keep in mind that I've undergone surgery like two days ago so don't know if this will be perfect writing, but I gave it my all <3)

RIO:

Rio just knows.

He knows when your periods are around the corner before you even notice the changes in your own body. How? Because he tracks your periods, to be ready when the first signs of discomfort show themselves on your face.

However this doesn’t prevent Rio’s heart from tightening in his chest every time he catches sight of you, crouched down and holding onto your stomach as cramps crash over you, features twisted in agonizing pain.

And he wishes he could take your place, take away your pain and make it his own. As he hates seeing you like this. He knows there is close to nothing he can do to relieve you of mother nature’s burden.

So Rio does his best to make this time of the month easier on you, less painful. Scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your room as soon as he catches sight of a pained frown between your brows.

“I believe it is time for my mistress to lie down, isn’t it?” He says with a comforting smile, leaving no room for argument. His lips pressing a peck to your forehead as you snuggle up in his arms.

You know it’d be useless to fight against your lover anyways, as once Rio has set his mind onto taking care of you, there is no denying him. He will take care of you, and you will let him.

All day long he remains by your side, ready to tend to your each and every needs. Anything you might need brought to you on a silver plate that he places on your bedside table. Painkillers, a glass and pitcher filled with fresh water, your favourite hot beverage that is not caffeine and some chocolate. Of course Rio hasn’t forgotten some extra pillows for comfort too, although he wouldn’t mind if you used him instead.

Only ever leaving your side to refill the pitcher or cook you something he knows you'll like, something that warms the soul and bones.

He also knows you are probably worried about work, but not to fret, he took care of this as well and let Sariel know in advance that you’d probably be incapacitated for a few days. So Rio took it upon himself to claim your tasks as his in the meantime. By your side during the day and out taking care of your workload once the sun sets.

Of course these weeks are always intense for him, taking care of both you and himself. But for your smile and happiness, Rio would gladly take on the world.

“I’ve got you.” He says, cupping your cheek in his hand, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “You just stay here and rest. I am taking care of everything.”

LICHT:

The first time he is confronted to your cramps, poor Licht is clueless.

Of course his heart aches to see you like this, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you twist and turn in bed in an attempt to alleviate your pain. His stomach falling over as another tortured groan comes from your throat.

He remembers this one time Yves mentioned how sweets could make up for everything though, and he did hear that chocolate could help during that time of the month from Nokto. And although Licht is less than confident in his abilities in the baking department, he will try anything to bring a smile back to your lips.

Even if it means destroying the kitchen and giving poor Yves a heart attack in the process.

Fortunately though, the fifth prince is more than happy to help if it means giving a hand to his brother and relieving you of your pain.

Licht spends the whole afternoon in the kitchens, listening to Yves’s advice as he chops chocolate and cuts fresh strawberries. Mixing melted chocolate with cloud egg whites, combining it into an even mousse and putting it into a bowl for you, placing the cut berries on top for a touch of summer and a pop of colour.

Something simple and tasty, light and comforting. And something he knows will bring the grin he loves oh so much to your face.

So after putting the bowl on a tray with a glass of water and some painkillers, Licht goes up to your room, eager to soothe your pain and be back at your side.

And his heart sings when you bring the spoon to your lips and manage a smile, when you finish the bowl and pop the last piece of strawberry in your mouth. But Licht also knows that nothing beats him lying next to you and hugging you close, the warmth of his hand on your belly to chase away the pain.

The two of you falling asleep in each other’s arms, your cramps fading away in your lover’s embrace.

CLAVIS:

As much as Clavis loves to share his exploits in the kitchen with his dear brothers and you, the love of his life, he knows that a trip to the kitchen would be the very last thing to do to relieve you of your pain. Making you sick with his concoctions would be the very last thing to do.

So Clavis makes sure to take care of you in other ways, by keeping you happy and entertained, and healthy.

Much like Rio, Clavis knows when your periods are about to start, not because he tracks them but because he is incredibly perceptive, especially when it comes to you, his darling. And no change in your behaviour or body goes by unnoticed by his attentive gaze.

So when he knows the time is coming, he makes sure to get any work he might have for the week out of the way, diligent and efficient as ever in his tasks. As he won’t have anything standing between the two of you when you need him.

He makes time for you, even if it means sacrificing days and nights for him to be by your side when the first cramps hit.

“Didn’t you have work?” You ask, as he settles in bed beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders to let you lean against his chest.

“Work? What work? My only job here is to make my darling fiancee feel better.” He answers with a smile that intimates you to just trust him. And you do, snuggling up to his side as his lips fall to your hairline for a kiss. “Now, where do we start? Has my darling drunk her water today?”

Of course you haven’t, and that is why Clavis came prepared with a glass of water and some pain killers at the ready.

“You know my dear, if you do not drink the cramps won’t get any better. And coffee does not count.”

He remains by your side all day and all night, entertaining you with jokes and stories of his latest pranks played on poor Yves, with sweets he sneaked into his pockets from the kitchen. And with kisses stolen when you fall asleep in his arms.

NOKTO:

Nokto has dealt with his fair share of women, and for the first time he actually sees this as a chance. As it gives him the upper hand when dealing with your cramps.

Nokto knows what he is dealing with, knows what works and what does not.

He knows that pain killers are a must, all whilst knowing that letting you snuggle up to him in bed works just as much. And his hands work wonders on your cramps as they rest on your stomach and lightly massage the pain away. The heat of his palm spreading a comforting peace through your limbs as you relax in his arms.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, arms around you as your head rests back on his shoulder, cocooned in his embrace.

You answer with a light hum, eyes closed as you let his hands wash away the pain. And the softest of smiles graces the corners of his lips as he gazes down at you.

However, Nokto isn't a stranger to the benefits of intercourse and pleasure on period cramps either, and if you are feeling up to it he is more than eager to relieve you of your pain with his talented fingers and tongue.

Blood will not stop him, he does not care.

Your lips fall open in a sigh, Nokto's fingers slowly edging up your thigh as he holds you from behind, a towel neatly laid underneath you.

“Just lie down and let me do the work, okay?” He whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple, "I promise this will feel good. And if you want to stop, just say the word."

He takes his time unravelling you, coaxing your release out of you, digits curving over your sweetest spot and thumb drawing gentle circles on your sensitive bud.

Until you either ask of him to stop or the cramps fade away replaced by the warmth of pleasure.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 months

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Was my mother's birthday today. Spent the weekend making her a video as a gift, today went to her friend's house after work for a birthday celebration. Tomorrow after work have to go perform ten minutes of stand-up for the first time (have previously only done six). Have a document full of ideas for stuff to try beyond my six minutes, just need to sit down and map out a plan. Had several hours to do that tonight. But also have to go this weekend to the junior and senior national championships that are being hosted in my city this year, a few years ago that would have meant months of hard work on my part, I've now stepped back from the sport so much that I wasn't even part of the prep, I just need to show up. There's the competition, and then also my first ever teammate/training partner, whom I started training with in 2005, has recently retired from competition, which doesn't normally warrant a national event but it does for her because she had a massive career that included a gold medal at the Rio Olympics, so on Friday they're doing a ceremony before the finals at the championship to honour her, and then a social at the bar after that of course I'm looking forward to because she lives across the country now so I haven't seen her in ages but I love her and want to be there to celebrate her, but also that event will be full of coaches and athletes and refs that I used to see all the time and now barely see, due to my stepping back from the sport, about which I feel very conflicted and find very emotionally difficult, so I'll just go confront that all weekend, partly at a bar, while I'm still trying to avoid drinking though to be honest I've slipped a few times in the last few weeks.

And these are the few hours that I was supposed to spend mapping out my stand-up set plan, but every time I look at the page I become overwhelmed with 1) the idea that I've happened to come up with a few funny things but everything else I might think of would be embarrassingly terrible, and 2) I did stuff on the weekend and then more stuff today and then there will be stuff tomorrow and then stuff Friday and then stuff all weekend and it's too much stuff and I can't think about any of it.

Thought of how John Robins occasionally explains that "If I have to think about four things at once I'll curl up in a corner instead of thinking about any of them and then tomorrow there will be five things." Decided to throw on the radio show to distract myself. I'm into March 2018, when John Robins is the middle of his large tour during which he filmed Darkness of Robins. The first few months of 2018 on that radio show is just documenting John Robins having a breakdown; at first he said he'd do dry January then says no because touring is too stressful, comes in tired and a bit sick one week then full on tonsillitis and can hardly talk then keeps getting sick with other things and explaining that he's not sleeping then turns up to an episode an hour late because he forgot it was happening, reports that he's lost a stone from stress, then takes a couple weeks off and gets replaced by James Acaster, comes back the next week with fresh anecdotes about having a cry in a hotel room, entirely because there were too many things going on and had to do too many things in a row. I was looking forward to getting to the era of this show when I find out what happens when you win a Perrier Award, and now I know. You significantly expand your tour at the beginning of the following year due to increased demand, and then have a breakdown due to increased having to do things on multiple days in a row.

This is the saga I jump back into as my distraction, listen to him explain how touring is still wildly stressing him out, and I thought, this sounds familiar except that I've been paralyzed by the stress of a ten-minute open mic set in a way that feels relatable when he discusses the stress of like a 68-date tour. Then I thought, to be fair, John Robins is not doing quite a stressful job all day involving constant human interaction. It's the constant human interaction. I need to not have that. I also need to have a better idea for stuff to say in a pub tomorrow. And preferably a brain that can think about four things at a time without short circuiting.

Also I have scratches all over my hands because a kid had a meltdown at work. He stood up, screamed, cried, hit himself, fucked up my hands, and then I played him some Lynn Miles and he very slowly calmed down. I tried to change the song but he used his very small verbal repertoire to say "play that again" so I just kept it on repeat. If you ever see someone have a meltdown, try this song:

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Some scratches on my hand are not actually a big deal, I don't mind that. It's the look in his eyes when he does it. He doesn't want to hurt me. It's so clear that he's just truly desperate to make it stop and thinks tearing something apart might help and is willing to try anything. I'd let him do it as much as he wanted if 1) I thought it would actually help, and 2) it weren't very dangerous to teach a kid - a kid who will one day grow up to be a black man who has a disability that causes him to make strange noises and barely be able to communicate and not understand the rules and sometimes get uncontrollably upset in public, that it's okay to grab people and dig your nails in when you get upset. Our goal with his therapy is mainly to make sure he doesn't grow up to do the wrong thing to the wrong person in public and get badly hurt. I get very scared when I think what might happen if he's still responding to stress by grabbing people once he's too big to be cute.

See, you can't make jokes about that. Not in ten minutes, anyway. Maybe a highly emotional Edinburgh hour. But I can't make jokes about that, and everything funny that does happen at my job is protected by medical confidentiality anyway. It's not fair, other comedians have jobs with amusingly stupid clients and things like that. What am I supposed to talk about? I mean I've got a Word document but I'm looking at it and I don't think I've ever had a good idea in my entire life. And I still can't think about more than one thing at a time.

...New Taskmaster date's exciting though. Pretty hyped about that. Taskmaster! March 28! They've all gone big on costumes! Let's fucking go!

I am actually fine, by the way. I made some posts earlier in 2024 about how I was in mental health crisis, which was true then, I just want to clarify that I'm not in that now. I'm just overwhelmed because I've been asked to do more than like two things at a time and I possibly should start leaving some of my anxiety meds at my mother's house so I don't just skip the nights when I stay here. I'll feel a lot better after my set tomorrow. I had a stressful fucking week last week too, for reasons that have nothing to do with any of this, so that doesn't help. This is really making me remember why I hated university so much, though. I don't do well with homework.

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 11 months

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Marvel posting again real quick with spoilers below the cut, sorry Star Wars followers but I can't stop thinking about this movie right now:

After the first time watching Across the Spider-Verse I CANNOT get over Pavitr Prabhakar showing the audience around his version of Earth (Earth-50101 I think? IDK man I have dyscalculia, you think I can keep track of numbers?) saying:

"This is where the traffic is! And this is where the traffic is! And this is where the traffic is! And this is where the traffic is! And this is where the British keeps/has/stole [????] our stuff!"

PAVITR- I nearly choked on my popcorn because of that line delivery in that same, cheery voice.

Runner up is Hobie Brown's gosh he's so cool deadpan

It's a metaphor for capitalism.

I'm also fully subscribed to the theory that Gwen's storyline is one big blatant metaphor for [her] being transgender. The specific colorways used after she's forcibly sent home by Miguel (yikes, btw...) and talks to her dad during That Scene. There's a flag in her bedroom that says in bold capital letters "Protect Trans Kids" (or "Youth") for heck's sake. That's a pretty damn obvious thing to have in the background! There looks to be a patch on her dad's uniform in the color-scheme of the trans flag!

I was seeing so many little parallels to my experience with trying to decide if I'd come out to my parents as bi a few years ago between the conversations Gwen tried having with her dad, and the last segment of the movie between Miles and Rio.

It felt like a very strong metaphor for Coming Out and my personal takeaway after watching it for the first time is that it's little coincidence this movie came out during Pride Month.

I definitely want to go see this in theaters again. This movie was a beautiful work of art.

**AS A REMINDER/ ONLY WARNING: Terfs and transphobes are getting blocked if they find this post and wanna argue about it! You are NOT welcome here on my sideblog. I'm a bi woman with trans and non-binary friends who are very dear to me and I will not tolerate that bigotry. You can get lost! While it's not ""outright"" confirmed, you cannot stop me from having this theory. ✌️🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵**

#frosts fandom freakouts #marvel #atsv spoilers #friendly reminder to tag your spoilers #spiderman atsv #trans gwen stacy #friendly reminder my blog is not a safe place for terfs/transphobes! get lost!#miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara

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omnivorousshipper · 2 years

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Can you please write an au of Rowen meeting before F6 and starting to date then when the team goes to London and sees Owen's photo, Roman shouts "My boyfriend is a criminal!?!?"? Bonus if you can add Shobbs!

Hi friend! I know you sent this in a long, long time ago, and I'm so sorry about that!! I hope still enjoy this!

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Life couldn't be more perfect.

Laying in bed, head propped up in his hand, he stared down at the sleeping figure next to him.

Owen had entered his life like a hurricane and Roman couldn't be more thankful.

After the heist in Rio, Roman had traveled the world and had enjoyed everything he could get his hands on. Food, alcohol, women, men, riches, and everything in between. Along that road, he had bumped into the most gorgeous person at a car auction.

Owen had slid up to him, voice dripping with honey sweet promises if he let Owen outbid him on one of the many cars. Safe to say, Roman didn't let him, but when he met the man's narrowed gaze, he wiggled the keys in front of him and gestured him to follow him.

And that's how he made love to Owen for the first time in the newly acquired car.

Roman had given the car to Owen, he wasn't an asshole after all, and Owen stayed by his side.

When Owen wasn't off working, he would be almost attached at the hip with Roman. He shared all the worldly pleasures Roman could find and showed him news heights of joy Roman never knew existed.

They had stopped in Egypt to enjoy one of the many luxurious hotels. Owen was wrapped up in the silk sheets, completely naked underneath them. His face was peaceful as he slept.

Or so Roman thought.

"I'll have to leave soon," Owen mumbled and cracked on eye open. Roman couldn't help but caress his face and smiled at his sleepy expression. Owen was a lot like a cat: wanted constant attention, wasn't afraid to use his teeth and claws, and could nap at a drop of a hat.

"Do you have to?" Roman pouted. "Can't you tell your mom you'll be late?"

"This job isn't for my mom," Owen yawned. "I've been freelancing for a bit."

"But you just got back from Russia."

"And now I have to go on another trip, love," Owen smiled at him. He reached up and cupped the back of Roman's head to pull him down for a kiss. It was slow and full of passion, but it didn't go any further. "It won't take more than a week at most. I'll be back before you know it."

"If you say so."

"Don't worry, I'll even bring you back a souvenir."

When Roman dropped Owen off at the airport, he felt his heart sink as he saw his boyfriend disappear into the crowd. He wasn't exactly sure what Owen did for work, but he knew he was in the family business with his mom. At least he was family orientated.

Sighing, Roman was about to call for his own private jet when his phone rang. Raising an eyebrow, Roman answered.

"What's up Dom?"

"So what? We're expected to work for the Hulk now? Why do I smell baby oil?" Roman wrinkled his nose and nearly flinched when he saw Luke Hobbs come out of nowhere.

"If you think you can't handle it, then the door's right there, Pearce." Hobbs sent him a steely look, and Roman responded under his breath about him being a hard ass.

"You've got the best crew in front of you, Hobbs. What'd you got for them?" Dom crossed his arms and all eyes turned to Hobbs.

"I've been hunting this target for the last few months. Across four continents and seventeen countries. You're going to help catch him. His name is Owen Shaw-"

Roman let out a choking noise as Hobbs said that name and threw down the file he had been holding. Hoping against all hope, Roman desperately wished it wasn't who he thought it was.

Staring back up at him was Owen.

His Owen.

"Shaw was the head of his squad, a high ranking captain and spy before he went rogue. Now, he's pulling jobs all over the European and Asian continent-"

"There's no way!"

Everyone turned at Roman's outburst, who desperately wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"Got something to tell us, Pearce?" Hobbs asked, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

Oh fuck.

"You've got this all wrong!" Roman insisted. "There's no way he's a criminal!"

"I beg your pardon?" Hicks snorted. "That guy has blown up several government buildings because he was bored."

"He wouldn't do that!"

"And how would you know that, Rome?" Brian asked. "Do you know him?"

"I- no, yes, maybe, I don't know!"

"It's yes or no, Pearce," Hobbs growled. "Are you helping him in his heists?"

"What?! No!" Roman clenched his fists. "My boyfriend would never-"

His mouth snapped shut.

Everyone was staring at him wide eyed.

"Boyfriend?" Han scoffed. "You sure know how to pick them."

"If anything, he's out of Roman's league." Tej pointed out.

"Hey!" Roman glared. He and Owen were perfect for each other.

...which he might have said that part out loud by the large grins the crew were sporting. However, Hobbs wasn't smiling.

"Can you contact him?"

"Uhhh. What happens if I do?"

"Are seriously this dumb?" Hobbs snapped.

"Hey! I'm not just going to let you arrest my boyfriend!"

"Either you call him up and we talk this out, or I hunt him down and throw him him prison where you can talk to him through a window."

Roman gulped. He would rather the first option. Pulling out his phone, he tapped his foot nervously as Owen's phone rang, but didn't pick up.

He called three more times and left several texts before looking back at the crew. None of them looked impressed.

"I could try calling his brother..."

"His brother?" Dom asked.

"Yeah, he and Deckard are really close-"

"Wait." Hobbs' body went rigid. "Deckard Shaw?"

"Um, yeah. He's a really nice guy and loves Owen a lot-"

"I know who he is." Hobbs snapped.

"How?"

"Because we've been dating for a year." Hobbs sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Mouth hanging open, Roman couldn't believe he wasn't the only one dating a Shaw.

This was going to be interesting.

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miszswan · 2 years

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PEOPLE YOU KNOW PART 2 TEASER

With her signature blinding smile she poses for every photographer in her presence. Then she does a few interviews and after a few minutes of autographs, meeting fans and hugging her co-stars she reaches her last interview.

“Amiria Campbell looking stunning as ever.” The interviewer greets the actress with a smile who does a little twirl. “Really sets the tone for this season? You gotta describe it for us.”

“All I can say is questions will be answered but more questions will be created too.”

“Does this apply to Manny too?”

Amiria purses her lips as she tries to think of an answer that doesn’t include spoilers. “In a way it does but you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

“Can’t wait but this is a big year for you. You’re set to star along side Tom Cruise and Miles Teller in Top Gun: Maverick which is a sequel to its predecessor from the 80s, Yellowjackets was renewed for season 2, you wrote and are staring in a show for the MCU and you had a daughter only a couple months ago. You are doing it all.” The interviewer rambles making Amiria let out a laugh.

“It was a lot I’m not going to lie but I’ve had my family by my side through it all.”

“Will we ever find out who the clearly wonderful father of you beautiful daughter is?” For a split second the smile on her face faltered while a clear sudden look of despair fills her eyes but she quickly brightens them both up and continues.

“Give it like a decade so I can really surprise everyone. That’s the goal.” She ends off her little tease with a nod that she hopes is convincing.

She couldn’t let people ever find out. Not only did she feel embarrassed but she wanted to keep Jack Harlow and her family name away for as long as she possibly could.

“He must be very proud of you. He must be cheering you on from home” Her smile falters again but she picks it up again.

“He is.”

No he isn’t and he never would.

part 2 finna be hectic still busy writing it but i'm almost done

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holygraund · 8 months

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hey there rio it’s been awhile!! how are you? lots of things to Catch up On in my world! the job i was just starting the last time we talked ended up fiRing me after 3 months because i called their maNager out for stealing tips from our tip share so. that’s fun! not the best first entry into the workforce but it’s ok. my eras tour show was so aMazing, and i actually ended up standing outside the stadium in pittsbUrgh which was really fun!! i also went on a major Family vacation (not saying where because i’ve talked about it on my main haha) and it was incredible. but enough about me, what’s new with you? what are your plans for this Fall? my fall is going to be fIlled with school, volleyball, and mIssing my sister as she just left for college :( see you sooN!

Hi!!! I'm glad you had a good time at your Eras tour show and your family vacation! I had a trip a few days ago and it turned out not what I expected, not in a good way anyways. And I need some suggestions like how do you stop thinking about those things you've done wrong? I can't stop thinking about them I know it's no good keeping them on your mind but I just physically & mentally can't stop thinking about how I should've done it differently? It makes me a little bit more miserable than I'd usually like to be so I need some suggestions on that! Thank everyone in advance if you can give me some. I hope you have a good time too for the rest of your year! Thanks for stopping by <3

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bearsinpotatosacks · 7 months

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Cold Sheath of the Afterlife - Whumptober2023

Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.

Goose floated through the door to follow him. He was seven now, a cub scout with a few teeth missing and his pockets a little heavier from the cash from the tooth fairy. His bag was all packed, sleeping bag tied on top and metal mug dangling from the sides. The bag was almost as big as him.

Mav ruffled his hair as Ice swinged the keys around his finger. Slider opened the trunk of the car and threw in their backpacks. If Goose still had a heart it would pang at a scene like this. Being a ghost was fun sometimes but, god, didn’t it break his heart to see all the things we should be doing with his kid but couldn’t.

For day 6 of @whumptober. Also on AO3. Shows abuse so watch out.

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“Have a good time sweetie!” She called out to Bradley and closed the door.

“You ready for the best weekend ever, squirt?” Slider said

“Yeah!”

“Are we gonna make the best tent ever?” Mav shouted.

“Yeah!”

“I think that’s going to be considered cheating,” Iceman input.

Goose had never seen him as a guy who was good around kids, and he’d been right. He didn’t have a baby voice, or an ability to simplify things so a kid could understand them. A few months ago he’d spotted him trying to explain the complicated physics of a F-14 Tomcat to Bradley when he was meant to be helping him with his science work. The kid had only asked how magnets worked.

“It’s building a tent, how can you cheat at that?”

“Because Bradley’s got three adults and the other kids only have one,”

Bradley’s smile faltered, lowered a tad as he read into what that actually meant. Slider gave him a long stare. One that only a RIO could give his pilot. One that said “I love you, man, but get with the program”. A respectful one that also told them to fuck off. Goose was very familar with it.

Ice tilted his head and rephrased, “It’s just that the other kids are gonna be jealous because we’ll be so much better than them, it’ll ruin their whole weekend.”

Bradley’s smile came back again, wide as ever. “Yeah!”

They packed him off to the car and Goose was left with a decision. Does he go and follow them? Watch them do everything he should be doing right now and feel his hypothetical heart break like his neck did (he was glad he didn’t remain exactly as he’d died because that would be awful)? Or stay and watch Carole with her new boyfriend?

He didn’t want her to stay hung up on him forever, he wanted her happiness above all, but there was wanting her happiness and seeing her get fucked by another guy in the bed that used to be yours. Because that’s what they would be doing. It’s what he and Carole would be doing if he was still alive.

There was something else too. A feeling in his ghost gut that made him wary of Roger. He’d been avoiding him in general, he didn’t see much of him when it was just him and Carole alone for the exact reason he’d just thought of. To him, she was his wife, but she was a widow who was moving on. He’d follow her to work, and Bradley to school, linger around them both at home and make the wind blow just enough that the laundry dried and Bradley’s paper plane flew further and further every time he made one.

He didn’t have any evidence that Roger was a bad guy, though, beyond a ghost feeling whenever he was around. Like someone was trying to tell him something but everything was too muffled for him to properly make it out.

He decided to follow Carole for a little while, at least until her and Roger got handsey, then he’d book it and make sure the wind didn’t blow out the campfire on Bradley’s scout trip, and make sure that he caught the biggest fish too.

Floating through the door again, he expected to hear nothing in particular. General sounds of the house, the washing machine going, or the dishwasher, the TV playing or the click of Carole’s knitting needles. Instead he heard shouting.

“Fuck.” That was Roger.

He was sat on the sofa, leant back with his hand on his forehead. The lines in his face and the tense way he held his shoulder made him realise he was annoyed. His defence went up, he stood by Carole’s side even though he didn’t know a thing that was going on. Even in death, when he couldn’t do much of anything, he’d defend her.

“What? What did I say?” Carole said, exasperated but a little tense too, not angry but careful of her words more than someone who was just arguing would.

“Every time we do something you mention him.”

Roger pointed at Goose. For a second he was alarmed that he could see him, of all the people who could see ghosts he wished it wasn’t him, but he looked through himself and at the shelf over the fireplace. It was him he was pointing at, but just a picture of him instead of his ghost. This was about him?

“He was the father of my child, I think I can be a little sentimental when Bradley’s going on a scout weekend that Goose should’ve been on with him”

Goose smiled to himself. In sync. Even when parted.

“And he’s dead!”

Carole flinched. She pouted, her eyebrows furrowed as she butted her lip out. She crossed her arms.

“Don’t give me that look,” Roger said, getting up. “Don’t go like you always do, making me the bad guy, here, I’m just saying the truth here.”

“I know he’s dead.”

“Then why don’t you act like it!”

Roger threw his arms out, standing over Carole in a way that Goose didn’t like. They’d had arguments but he’d never talked to her like this.

“What do you want me to cry? Fall asleep in his shirts like I used to for the first year after he died until they didn’t smell of him anymore, just me?”

He’d hated that time as much as she had. Every night, she’d curl up wearing a different one of his shirts, and every night he curled up around her as if she could feel his embrace through the cold sheath of the afterlife.

“No.”

Roger got closer. Carole met him, stared that stubborn glare back at him as he made himself taller.

“Then what?”

“I want you to act how you told me you would when we first started dating.”

“Which is like what?”

That must have stepped on a nerve. She goaded the snake too much and got the fangs. But your boyfriend wasn’t meant to be like goading a snake, more like cuddling a goose, like himself. Not that he had a bias.

“Being over your dead husband and not making me turn into him!”

He jumped forward, grabbing a vase, her vase, off the table next to him and throwing it over her head. Her defiance disappeared as if it was never there. Instead of an intimidating glare, her eyes were wide, like a child being shouted at for the first time, her body froze. Goose came to the cold realisation that this wasn’t the first fight like this, this is what he’d been missing by avoiding them being together alone.

“Because that’s exactly what you do, day in and day out, talking about him, making sure that I know that I will always be second best to a man I’ve never met.” He stood closer, close enough that Carole instinctively took a step backwards, away from him. “But he’s dead, and you know what? I’ve always been kind of happy because I thought that meant that I got to have you, but I don’t.”

He took another step forward, leaning over her, boxing her in so the only way she could go was back. Goose wanted nothing more than to push him away from her and throw him out the door.

“I’m second place to a dead man.”

“No,” Carole squeaked.

“A man I’ll never be able to get rid of.”

She shook her head still as more tears fell.

“A man who probably deserved to be dead.”

“No!”

He pounced. Throwing her against the wall and pinning her hands above her head. Goose felt his non-existant heart pound, breath he didn’t need to breathe coming out in hot pants as he singled in on the one fact that was true. Roger was abusing her. He was abusing his wife.

“Why not? Huh?” He said, then shouted louder when he tried to argue back with tears covering her face. “Why not!”

“He killed people, he was in the Navy, he was legally allowed to kill people, how did he not deserve to die? Why is he a better man than me? A hard working man who just wants a woman that loves him to come home to?”

Her jaw trembled. He gripped her wrists harder.

“You’re hurting me, stop it.”

He carried on speaking like she hadn’t said anything.

“Why am I the bad one? When you’re constantly comparing me to a killer? To a dead man who is never coming back and probably fucked other people while he was away?” He carried on filling up all the space around her. “I’m the loyal one, I’m the one that raises a kid that isn’t mine while you don’t appreciate it!”

She shook her head again, pulling at her hands as he held them. The way she struggled gave him flashes of what might have happened before, when he wasn’t there. Goose began to feel sick.

“Get away from her,” he shouted at Roger, knowing he wouldn’t hear her.

“I do appreciate it, I do!” Carole said, crying all the more.

“Well you don’t show it!” Roger bellowed back. “All you do is make me feel like shit and I’m the bad guy?”

She shook her head but it was useless. Nothing she said would stop him. His face was going red, spit coming out of his mouth as he shouted at her. It landed on her face as he did, she flinched every time.

“Get away from her.” Goose said again.

“Is that what you think?” Roger shouted again. “Is that what you think!”

“No!”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Roger let go of her wrists a bit. He stood back, giving her some room to breathe. Goose felt relieved for a moment before his stomach dropped again, like going down a rollercoaster with no end.

“Well maybe I should knock some sense into that head of yours, make you see reason!”

Goose had never wished to be corporeal more as he watched him pull back one hand, grip her head with it and smack it against the wall as hard as he could. He couldn’t unhear her cry of pain or the thud against the wall. He couldn’t stop looking at Roger did it again with a satisfied look of anger on his face.

“Get off her!” Goose yelled.

He reached for him only for his hands to go straight through him. You’d think the universe would give him some leeway for this? He’s been made to watch his own wife get beaten and couldn’t intervene at all?

Roger smacked her head again. Carole tried to reach for his wrist, getting a loose grasp that he could shake off immediately. Everytime she managed to get a hold and tried to tug his hand off her head, he’d smash it back into the wall.

“Get off her!”

Goose just kept on yelling at him. He knew he was going red in the face now too. Hoping that the universe or God or something would notice his effort and do something was all he could do as he screamed at Roger to let her go. He didn’t stop, or wonder why, when his throat began to scratch. He didn’t stop when Carole gave out muffled cries of pain as she wiggled and writhed to try and get out from behind him.

“Don’t touch her!” Goose yelled again. “Get your hands off my wife, get your filthy fucking hands off my wife!”

Roger couldn’t hear him. Carole couldn’t see him fighting with all his might to save her. Roger held her up with just his hand on her skull, keeping her dangling in the air. Goose noticed blood splashed on the wall.

“Are you getting it yet?” Roger said, monotone and cold, past rage and into that really fucking scary stage when you knew there was absolutely nothing you could do.

Carole nodded as much as she could in his grasp.

Goose stood panting, hoping it would stop but realising too late that it wasn’t, not yet.

Roger pulled his arm back one more time and threw Carole against the wall with a vigour that made the crack of her skull echo around the room. She fell to the floor like a forgotten toy. Her body limp, eyes closed in unconsciousness.

In a cool, almost rehearsed manner, Roger stepped away and watched her as she breathed in and out without thought. “You never learn.”

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The campsite wasn’t too far away. It wouldn’t take too long to get there, in fact, after travelling just ten minutes, it was only another forty minutes until they would arrive at their destination. At least that’s what Ron was reading on the map.

Bradley had gone quiet a little bit ago. Looking around as discretely as possible before going a little pale and blurting out. “I forgot my goose.”

Mav turned around and looked around the back of the car.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said. “We need to go back, I can’t go without him!”

Tom sighed, “It’s only two nights, bud, you’ll be so busy that you won’t even miss it.”

Mav mouthed ‘him’ at Ice.

“But I need him with me, it’ll feel like dad’s here too!”

Ice, Mav and Slider all paled at the mention of Goose. Even three years later, it still wasn’t an easy subject. Bradley was without a father and no matter how much they all tried to overcompensate, they couldn’t deny that fact.

Tom sighed and indicated to turn around. “We’re only ten minutes in anyway, and we left early on purpose.”

The car ride was quieter as they made their way back to the Bradshaw house. Goose was lingering on everyone’s minds as they pulled into the drive and Mav undid his seatbelt.

“I’ll go and get it, where is it baby goose?”

“On my bed, I think.”

Mav nodded and made his way to the house. It was silent when he entered. Silent apart from the sound of Roger’s panting breaths. Either he’d walked in on something he didn’t want to see, or he was working out.

He was wrong.

Roger didn’t see him but Pete saw what he’d done. Carole was on the floor, unconscious. There was blood on the wall. A smashed vase lay scattered alongside Carole’s limp form.

He tried to leave as quietly as possible. Peaking his head out of the door, he gestured at Tom and Ron to come inside. They looked confused as he kept on waving his hand at them until they both rolled their eyes and got out of the car, leaving Bradley there.

“Can’t you find it or something?” Ron said.

Pete shushed him immediately and pointed toward the living room. They followed his point and saw the scene at hand. Ron’s nostrils flared as his hands clenched. Before they could stop him, he’d already stormed in and got Roger by his shirt up against the wall.

“Ron what are you doing?” Tom charged forward after him.

“Giving him a taste of his own medicine.” He said through gritted teeth.

“What did I do?” Roger said.

This aggravated all of them, Ron even more for some reason. He pushed him harder against the wall, his biceps straining barely, he was lifting him like he weighed nothing at all.

“What did you do? What did you do?” Ron roared. “You beat up our fucking friend!”

“She tripped, she fell over the side table, can’t you see by the vase.”

Pete met eyes with Tom and shook his head. They all knew that was a lie. After years in foster care, he was well accustomed to them, whether it was stories from other kids or from the foster parents themselves. Tom didn’t, he’d had a bit of a claustrophobic home life but nothing dangerous or abusive. He didn’t know about Ron, though, sometimes it felt they were only friends because they were friends with Tom.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s the truth.”

Ron shoved him up the wall again, teeth bared and breath heaving out of him like a steam train going up a hill. “Bullshit!”

“My dad used to pick on my mom when he was around, until I got big enough to make him stop, and he never came back, I’m thinking I might do the same to you.”

He began to lower him to the ground, still holding his securely with one hand and swinging the other back ready to punch. Tom ran in at the last second, holding his arm back and giving him the iconic Iceman stare.

“Don’t tell me you believe this son of a bitch.” Ron said.

“No. But think about it, if you beat him up, he’ll have leverage if this goes to court, he might be able to get a lighter sentence or even play it as a domestic fight gone wrong and get off scot free.”

Ron turned back to where Roger was struggling in his grasp. He tightened his grip on his shirt.

“But we’ve seen this, he can’t get off if we’ve seen it?”

“There’s sign of a struggle, yeah, what if he makes Carole seem bad? Make you out to be her side thing, or a jealous ex-lover and he was defending her?”

Roger’s face was blank. Pete daren’t go any closer. Something within him couldn’t. It was bringing back things he thought he’d gotten over years ago, or maybe just blocked out. He felt like a child, watching his parents argue, not understanding what was going on entirely but feeling guilty somehow.

“So what do you say we do?”

“Call the cops, call an ambulance, you keep a hold on him.”

Ron nodded, turning back to Roger. “I can do that.” He said, gripping his arms until they began to go white under his grip. “But it’s a shame, though, cause I was going to give you what you deserve.”

Tom let go of Ron’s arm and moved back to the hall to call the emergency services. He noticed Pete just standing there.

“What about Bradley?” He said.

He wasn’t sure if it was concern for the kid, what if Roger had done this to him too, what if he saw this, what did they say, or if it was because he’d been in similar situations. People he cared about getting hurt, foster parents hurting friends in the system, bullies at school. He felt like he was shrinking, like Alice in Wonderland getting smaller and smaller with no signs of hope.

“We’ll say she tripped,” Tom said, stroking his arm. “It’s not the truth and I don’t like using Roger’s story but I don’t fancy explaining abuse to a seven year old, do you?”

He shook his head and walked over to Carole. He made sure to take careful steps as he stepped around Ron and over the broken shards of that vase that belonged to Carole’s grandmother.

In the background, he heard Tom on the phone to the police. He was using his professional voice, the ‘I am an important member of the Navy and am going to make Admiral’ voice.

Kneeling down next to Carole, Pete realised that he didn’t really feel like speaking. He thought it was shock. Shock and anger and fear all at once. And grief. He wanted Goose back now more than anything. This wouldn’t be happening if he was here, they’d probably be at the campsite or getting close, Goose would be failing at pitching a tent and Bradley would have to show him how. Good conflict, not this.

“Nicky?” A croaky voice whispered from below him. “Nicky?”

It was Carole. Her eyes were barely open. Her voice was low and quiet, either from fear or because her head was pounding he didn’t know.

“No, Carole, it’s Pete, you’re safe now.”

“Nicky it hurts, my head hurts.”

She didn’t listen to him. But as her eyes opened, he got the feeling that she wasn’t actually speaking to him. Her eyes focused on someone above him, behind him who, when he looked, wasn’t actually there. His stomach dropped.

“Can’t you make it stop? It really hurts.”

Was she hallucinating? Or actually seeing him? Neither answer gave him any comfort.

“Tom, how far away is that ambulance?” He called.

He turned his head and pulled the receiver away from his head. “Ten minutes, why?”

“Tell them to hurry up.” He looked back at Carole. “She’s seeing Goose.”

More fics in the carole pain train! But it's fine, she ends up fine later on, don't worry, there's another fic that in my mind carries on in this fic universe. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

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rio-romero · 1 year

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location: tito’s tag: @matiasanti

Rio had text Matias to ask where he was, showing up just a few short minutes after he replied. It felt like a good night to die, bravery in any form only lasted so long, he knew he needed to confess before he actually combusted. Waiting until the last couple of people left, Rio shrugs his jacket off and makes his way towards Matias. “I gotta talk to you,” giving the little heads up, he wanted his full focus, this was a serious conversation, after all. “Listen, I’m just gonna speak some facts to you because I don’t know how else to put it out there and then... Whatever you gotta do after that,” he nods, silently saying that he’d understand. “A few months ago, Reina helped stitch my face up and she stayed the night,” raaah, here it was, just the beginning which had him rolling his neck uncomfortably. “Then there was the Gala,” when he’d taken her home. “And after that, we just kept it going. I didn’t say anything because...” He pauses, before tipping his head side to side. “Well to be honest I couldn’t think of a way to tell you without it sounding terrible.” Because in Rio’s mind, he’d thought, what brother wanted to hear the words ‘I’m fucking your sister’. “But I’m tellin’ you now, for a few reasons... I don’t keep shit from you and it hasn’t been sittin’ well with me for a while, man. But now I know what I gotta say, and that’s quite simple. I won’t speak for her,” because he hadn’t asked Reina, hadn’t had that conversation with her, but here he was, willing to admit to Matias what he couldn’t yet say to her. “But for me? I’m not just screwin’ around anymore. I can’t get her out my head and... I don’t want too.” Rio sighs, shoulders slouching. “I just wanted you to know that I care about her, actually, I’m serious about her, about wanting her by my side.” He nods. “So, you do what you gotta do with all that information, it’s your move, I’ll take it.” He won’t fight back, is what he’s saying. Obviously, Rio is expecting some form of violence, something in retaliation to him not coming clean sooner. He’s willing to accept it because he feels like he deserves it, his loyalty to Matias ran way too deep for him to not be heavy hearted about hiding something so big from him for so long.

#rio x matias #;; thread x matias

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cfimmoralcs · 1 year

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❝ I never lie because I don’t fear anyone . You only lie when you’re afraid . ❞

javier morales ›› underboss of the control mafia and mechanic in the Bronx ›› manny montana ›› tw: death mention , killing mention , cancer mention , child loss mention

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✘ ╱ manny montana + male + he/him ╾ better keep an eye on JAVIER MORALES whenever they are around. Some say the FORTY year old made their name by being a(n) UNDERBOSS for THE CONTROL. Feared by their RECKLESS + ARROGANT tendencies, however, their PERSISTANT + RESOURCEFUL side helps maintain the facade. Can be easily found in BRONX working as MECHANIC. ( Lexi + 27+ she/her + est )

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full name : javier ignacio morales

nicknames : javi

age : 40

date/place of birth : july seventh in bronx, new york

occupation : mechanic

affiliation : underboss for the control

language(s) spoken : english , spanish

hair color : brunette

eye color : brown

notable scars : couple of scars scattering his body from bullet and stab wounds

PERSONALITY

positive : persistent , resourceful , honest , decisive , perceptive , disciplined

negative : arrogant , reckless , impulsive , callous , manipulative , ruthless

moral alignment : chaotic .

deadly sin : pride

hogwart house : slytherin

element : fire

emotional stability : stable

alcohol use : regularly

prone to violence? : very

habits : tbd

drives / motivations : tbd

aesthetic : rio from good girls , miguel galindo from mayans mc , manny from mayans mc , thomas shelby from peaky blinders

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mother : maricela morales ( mother )

father : ignacio morales ( father ) †

sibling(s): césar morales ( older brother ) † , unnamed morales ( younger sister )

children: unnamed morales ( 21-year-old son ) , isabela morales ( daughter ) †

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― Javi was born in the summer in Bronx, New York. His father was one of two Capos for The Control and his mother a doctor for the same gang.

― He’s the middle son of 3 kids but the oldest one living. His older brother died at 23, he was a soldier within the Control.

― At 18, Javi’s girlfriend ended up pregnant and had a son while Javi enlisted in the United States Army. He would spend another 6 years with the military before his father would be killed and he would return home to take his place as Capo, leading the Control Soldiers using his knowledge and skills gained while serving.

― His girlfriend became pregnant again around this time and gave birth to their daughter, Isabela, and the two married.

― Five years after the birth of his daughter, grief struck and they found out that Isabela had an incurable cancer and within a matter of months she was taken from them leaving Javi distraught and colder than ever.

― The death of his daughter was extremely hard on him and with her death a ruthless, reckless, and impulsive monster was born. This only saw Javi rising in rank to a region manager.

― It would be no more than a year before his wife would die, taking a bullet that was meant for him. Unable to feel much of anything, Javi’s son went to live with his Javi’s mother, Maricela, his only desire to protect his son’s innocence that remained.

― Another few years and Javi had risen to Underboss under Adriana Ribeiro. When Adriana passed away and her daughter, Sloane, took over, Javi was understandably, visibly, and vocally upset by it. The girl knew nothing about any of it and he had little faith that she would be able to lead the gang. Of course, he stood corrected and quickly found himself giving the girl a chance and now stands by her and is rather protective of her.

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― There’s only been one girl since the death of his wife that has managed to break through his cold and callous exterior aside from Sloane and that was Reina Castro, Underboss of rival gang Coalition. They broke up about a year and a half ago and he’s been trying to get her back, to show her that she can trust him.

― Javi loves his son even if it didn’t seem like he cared. In truth, he cared too much about the boy which is why he chose to have his mother raise him, his way of protecting his son and ensuring he didn’t follow in his footsteps.

― He’s got a 7 year old Pitbull named Papi Chulo

#mafiahq.intro #tw: cancer mention #tx: child loss mention #tw: murder mention #tw: death mention

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rainy-rose · 2 years

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Apple and moon for the ask game!

Hullo and thank you for the ask ^^

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

I admit i struggled a bit with this one :(. Friendship is a theme in all three of my WIPs, but apparently I suuuuck at describing them lol :)))

I don't have a favorite one, but I am bit partial to Takeru and Vincent from Silver Serpent.

They are the heads of their respective departments, criminology for Takeru and weapons for Vincent. They met each other when they were somewhere in their twenties and got partnered up for a mission. They are both quite silent and brooding people and they felt comfortable with each other pretty quickly. The fact that Takeru has Akumu (a fear controlling youkai) with him all the time did not push Vincent away, as it did with other people.

Vincent is currently in a messy divorce (been at it for 10 years, only he knows how) and a recovering addict, so Takeru (and on occasion his cousin Rika) has seen it all.

Because Takeru is constantly worried about his friend they have a "secret handshake" for lack of a better term :)). When they meet, they grab each other's wrists so that Takeru can check Vincent's pulse. Takeru also can detect when somebody lies to him, so they both had to learn how to deal with that. Takeru will always push for the truth (especially if Vincent has been away for a while) and Vincent has specific words, phrases, glares he uses to get his friend to pause and wait.

Do their coworkers ship them? Yes! Would anyone dare tell that to their face, specifically to Takeru? Nope! Welll, maybe Alma would... if they catch either of them in the right mood.

I will also tackle a friendship that soured cause the idea popped into my brain on my way home from work :))

Rio and Mentris from The Kilveh's Inheritance.

*long sufferign sigh* Okay, so! These two are messy and I still don't know how they will end up.

They were friends before plot, quite close friends. Borderline friends with benefits territory - something - power imbalance be damned territory. Mentris is a royal, they are the ruler of Isled while Rio is a palace guard. Correction, Rio was Mentris' personal guard and one of the few Kilveh that did not treat Mentris either like a child or as if they were made of precios stone one should not even dare look at, let alone touch. So yeah, tehy were close.

It suddenly stops and starts souring 10 years before plot when Rio vanishes randomly. It sours further on, during plot, after they come back, changed, and refusing to give an explanation. Mentris is not innocent is this either, they hurt Rio, badly! Mentally not phisically... although they do scream loud enough for Alurac (Mentris' older sibling and captain of the royal guard) to come barging in with 10 to 15 soldier after them, so there is that :)).

The last thing I wrote with them (whIch I already dread editing, lucky me I still have a looong way until then) - a few months ago - ended with Mentris plagued by guild and an unconscious and mentally unstable Rio (not that they were very stable when they came back, but that is beside the point) being taken away to either his room or some sort of cell *glares at Alurac cause I am in need of specifics*.

So yeah... Messy.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Sort of... they are more like secrets that the immediate family knows, but not the rest of the cast.

Silver Serpent:

Elise - she had two blood siblings. The records now show only one blood brother and one adopted brother

she is part of the reason why one of said blood siblings died

Takeru - when he was six he accidentally killed one of his family's elderly servants

Akumu was more or less at fault and he knows that Takeru is still affected by it

Scales and Petals

Axel - not dark, but he doesn't like people knowing that he is in love with Bolin

October themed asks

#ask game #october themed writeblr ask game #friendships #silver serpent #the kilveh's inheritance #scakes and petals

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7, 37, and 38 for the writing game please! hope you're having a lovely day!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

37. Talk about your current wips.

well, delinquents is a lot of fun rn because originally i envisioned rio and beth at the homecoming after-party as really snarky and sniping at each other—arguing for most of the night until the tension breaks when beth's upset and finds him after a fight with dean and he slides into something softer and easier with her now that they're isolated and away from everyone else. however, chapter 9 ended with rio sliding into a different mood than i expected after discovering the truth about beth via elena, which means that he's going into the party in a much different mood. he's not itching for a fight or aiming to rile beth up. he's actually very much accepted his feelings, and while he still doesn't know for sure what he wants to do with them, it means that he's going to be much softer much earlier and beth isn't going to know what to do with that.

i'm also still working on i'll fall if you do and there's this tiny bit at the end that i'm so, so excited for people to discover. literally can't wait.

aaaaaaand i've been messing around with plotting collect/capture, actually, and think i have an okay thread to start from to actually do some real planning eventually? hopefully? we'll see!

and because i'm me and can't ever commit to anything, yesterday i started writing a smutty AU where beth meets rio on an app to hook up with strangers as a form of revenge against dean when he cheats.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

i got this incredibly nice review a few months ago on delinquents far after i'd posted the last chapter where someone was voraciously diving into it after starting the show post-cancellation, and it was so wonderful:

THIS FIC IS PERFECT, I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHERE IT GOES, I'VE BEEN REREADING SNAPSHOTS AND MAKING MY WAY THROUGH EVERY CHAPTER OF DELINQUENTS BUT GOING THROUGH THE LAST FEW MORE SLOWLY SO AS TO SAVOR THEM TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY AND… IT'S PERFECT. the worldbuilding (good lord, no other author has ever made me actually care about OCs as much as I care about Mar and Elena and Mr. Stewart and Ms. Patel and Vanessa and ???? MY GOD), the characterization, the meticulous thought/details you've put into absolutely everything -- Jesus Christ, I've been going through the delinquents tag on your Tumblr and salivating knowing that this story is so thoughtfully planned out and it's a journey I'll get to go on as a reader I'm--

I also recently just got into good girls and am so very sad about the cancellation, so part of why im commenting is also to say that -- there will ALWAYS be new people getting into shows that have been cancelled, and once all the episodes are done and watched (or rewatched ;) fic is really the best way for these wonderful characters to live on and I'm just-- so GRATEFUL the brio fandom has this, and has this story, and I'm... floored, tbh. absolutely fucking floored. more coherent comments to come very soon but just wanted to leave this here as I'm still actively fangirling, AHHHH

i'm always extremely tickled when someone loves my OCs, when they mention trying to savor the story, but also just falling deeply into it and going through the whole thing. it made me v giddy and i so appreciate it. it definitely jump started my motivation to return to the 'verse because it came at a time when i hadn't been able to carve out some writing time for a while.

40 questions for fic writers

#40 questions for fic writers #ask games

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tonopahfallshq · 1 year

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Name: Harper Jones Age: 30 Occupation: Receptionist at Monarch Motel Time living in Tonopah: 8 years Neighborhood: Webster Village Gang Affiliation: None Face Claim: Danielle Campbell

Biography:

Harper was born in Memphis to Richard Petroski and Mary-Jane Jones. Unfortunately it was never a very happy relationship, Richard never wanted a child, Mary-Jane did, so at the very least, Harper did have one parent who loved her. They broke it off when she was three and her mom raised her on her own. It was a pleasant childhood, right up until Mary-Jane got sick. In only a few short months she was gone, leaving a 13 year old Harper heartbroken and alone. Social services forced Richards hand as her next of kin and she moved back into the house she lived in as a baby. It wasn’t pleasant, by any means – Richard barely spoke to her and when he did, it was usually to tell her off for something stupid. Harper quickly learned to adapt, fend for herself to the point she would even buy her own food. She would stay out his way, hiding in her room when he was home – A ghost, in a house that was supposed to be half hers. As soon as she was 16 with a drivers licence, Harper had already planned her escape. She became a pretty crafty little pick pocket and had a designated hiding spot for the cash. A trip to a scrap yard one night, she changed the plates on her dads car and took off wherever the road lead her. The next few years were lonely, floating from town to town, sometimes she had enough for a motel, other times she slept in her car.

At 18, she legally changed her name to Jones, in honour of her mother and to finally disassociate with her dead beat dad. Harper would only ever stay in the same place for a few weeks, working cash in hand, pick pocketing wallets, it became way too easy, until one day, someone caught her. It was 8 years ago when she was passing through Tonopah, the guy chased her down the street and grabbed her by the arm. Surprisingly, he acted as though he was sympathetic, mentioning how only desperate and hungry people steal. He told her if she handed it back, he would help her find her feet in return for the odd favour. Harper wasn’t in a position to refuse and so she accepted, the man set her up in a comfy little trailer, small but clean, even pointed her in the direction of a job opening at a diner. Finally she thought she had caught a break until the guy came calling for his favours. Mostly he just wanted her to steal things, until those things turned into cars, breaking into homes for certain pieces of jewellery. She could never turn him down because aside from him being an obvious scary thug, she couldn’t afford to refuse. He did help her, she owed him as he always reminded her. When that reason wore off, it turned into blackmail, saying he had enough on her now to ruin her life. Trapped, that’s how she felt, but it was what it was.

5 years ago, police showed up at her door asking about a Chase McCoy, a man she had never heard of, a man who lived in town and was apparently her half brother. At first she didn’t believe it, having searched for him for years unsuccessfully, going through GEDmatch, it wasn’t until his DNA was processed that the match was made. Making a visiting order to see him and break the news, she could finally let herself believe it was true. They shared the same father, had memories of his ugly tattoo on his left hand – there was no room for mistake, not when such details could only be known by them. Harper was thrilled, more so because Chase didn’t dismiss her but actually, wanted to get to know her too. It was difficult, for obvious reasons, sitting in a prison wasn’t exactly how she pictured it, but it would do, she didn’t judge. Unknown to her, Chase had asked his ‘friends’ to keep a little eye on her and so they did. Rio used his contact Val Romano, owner of Monarch Motel, to seek her out and offer her a better job, something Harper still thinks was dumb luck. And then came Javi, always popping up here and there until they became quite friendly. Harper enjoyed his company, even began to trust him, let him see behind the cracks, if you will. She’s not sure how it happened but somewhere along the way, he became more than a fling.

The only issue with letting someone into your life was that they got to see things you’d much prefer they didn’t. A little over a year after they initially met was when Javi caught the common thug standing in her trailer with a death grip on her arm. After that, Harper was pushed to come clean and explain her situation to Javi. She insisted she didn’t want him getting involved, that she had it handled, any third party influence would only make things worse. Perhaps a little naively, she believed Javi when he said he would leave it alone – not even a week later, he was arrested for arson of a home that just happened to belong to that same thug. Heartbroken, furious, the worst was yet to come when she sat in that courtroom and listened to the judge serve him 4 years in prison. The guilt was overwhelming, she couldn’t help but feel totally responsible, and now what was she supposed to do? Fearing retaliation from the thug, she was surprised when the following days ticked by and she never heard a thing. A knock at her trailer and a scary guy with a neck tattoo was stood there, Javi’s cousin, Rio. In so many words, he told her the thug wouldn’t be bothering her anymore but that she needed to move out of the trailer. It was a surreal feeling, especially when Rio handed her a file and set of keys to a home in Webster Village.

He’d paid the deposit and the rent three months in advance and naturally, she asked what the catch was. That’s when he finally told her Javi was his family, just as Chase was like a brother. Harper accepted his help but as soon as she could, paid him back every penny – just wanting to cover her ass and avoid a potential repeat of the situation she ended up in with the first guy. Nothing ever came of it and actually, over the last four years, she’s got comfortable with Rio as a person. They would speak when he came by Val’s hotel and just on occasion, he’d stop by and check in, it was nice. More so because she’d never had anyone look out for her before and now, thanks to Chase, she did. Harper had found a home here in Tonopah Falls. Not just a home but family and friends who actually wanted her, a feeling she had grown so unfamiliar with since she lost her mom. She’s yet to realise the only reason Javi came into her life was because of Chase but she’ll only thank him for it, if she ever finds out. After all, how could she be angry about him trying to help the only way he could at the time?

Headcannons:

Recently, she’s bought two guinea pigs and named them Thelma and Louise.

She could watch Pirates of the Caribbean series on repeat.

Can’t cook to save her life, many a frozen pizza has been cremated in her oven. She lives off of instant soups and a lot of chips.

Has two circle scars on her neck that look like a vampire bite, they’re actually cigarette burns from the wannabe thug she ‘owed’ favours to.

She can sing and play guitar, sometimes does small gigs at local bars.

Allergic to strawberries and bullshit.

Is tiny but will fight you.

#harper jones.#not affiliated.#female.#tfhq.characters

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