#Owen's the bigger ass

[enixamyram]

Owen is 100% an asshole in this entire scenario. But I also don't understand why you would stay with someone who clearly wants kids when you know you definitely don't. They should have broken up as soon as this subject came up the first time and again, Owen's an ass because he knew before that and was waiting for Christina to change her mind but during that first fight about it, that should have been the moment where at least one of them (Christina) said "okay, this isn't going to work".

[mickandmusings]

you’re losing me

pairing: tyler owens x f! reader

word count: 5.2k

summary:

when tyler, yet again, forgets an important date while he's caught up in chasing, y/n is at her wits end. their relationship feels like it's dying, and he just might have dealt the final blow. after a series of rather unfortunate happenings, it's up to the rest of the wranglers to set them free from the disaster they created.

warnings: ANGST with a capital a; tyler is kind of an ass; halfway edited (sorry); forced proximity; not my most favorite thing i've ever written; sort of suggestive but not explicit

-

The ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall taunts her, reminding her that time was continuing to pass by. She taps her fingers against the table, her patience fleeting.

Y/N picks up her phone to check it for nearly the twentieth time in the past half hour. She had hoped to look down and see a missed call or an apologetic message from her boyfriend, who, at present, is an hour and a half late for their anniversary dinner. She had the table set for two some time ago: a home cooked meal in the oven, a bottle of white wine to split, and a candle lit in the center of the table. She sported a flowy sundress that tapered off mid-calf-Tyler's favorite dress on her-one that she just knew was going to end up on the floor of their bedroom by now.

Clearly, she'd been mistaken.

She presses the button on the side and the screen illuminates the dimly-lit room. The only thing that greets her is an empty lockscreen- a picture of Tyler smiling down at her as she looks up at him, taken over a year ago. She sighs in annoyance, putting the phone back down as the tear in her heart only grows bigger and bigger. She'd known this would happen, and despite all her efforts to avoid it, he had still forgotten.

She'd started two weeks beforehand, by telling him that she wanted to spend the night of their anniversary with him, alone. He'd agreed, claiming it was a great idea. That night, she put the reminder in his phone calendar and wrote it into the paper one that lived on his fridge. A week before, she'd mentioned it a thousand times: over dinner, during grocery shopping, and even during post-bliss pillow talk. He'd pull her into his arms and kiss her head, assuring her every time that he'd be there with bells on. Naively, she had believed him. Now, she was sitting alone at his dinner table in her prettiest sundress, feeling like a complete fool.

Her phone dings, and she feels the rip in her heart stitch itself back together for a slight moment. When she notices it's not Tyler, her shoulders slump.

The Tornado Wranglers are LIVE! Click here to watch now!

She's quick to click it, watching as it loads before she sees Boone's face in the frame, the top of Tyler's hat visible. Her heart shatters, watching as her boyfriend smiles and hollers for the camera, chasing a storm. She'd known there was a big storm forming for the past few days: when Tyler went out on a chase, she watched the weather as if it were a nail-biting thriller. Hearing him on the livestream had been the first time she'd seen or heard from him all day, despite his promises to be next to her this very moment.

She exits the live and stands from the dinner table, already knowing her boyfriend wouldn't be home any time soon. She blows out the candle and puts the unopened wine back in the kitchen, wrapping the dinner she'd made in tin foil and tossing it into the fridge. Despite her simmering anger, she knew Tyler would come home drenched, so she set out a dry change of clothes and a towel on the washing machine for him to see. Shaking her head, she bit her lip and swallowed thickly as she moved to the en suite bathroom and changed out of the dress, her perfectly curled hair wasted. She throws on her pajamas and her (intentionally not Tyler's) hoodie, climbing into her side of their shared bed. She plugs her phone into the charger and switches on the silent function, not wanting to be bothered as she wallows. Finally, she plops down onto her pillow and curls under the blankets, her annoyance slowly fading into disappointment. She tries to push the tears back, feeling stupid for crying over something so trivial, but it had hurt that he'd forgotten something that was supposed to be important to both of them. She feels asinine, like a dog with a bird at his door, only to be shut out. A choked sob slips past her lips, and she's done for. She curls in on herself, legs to her chest as she cries until her body could no longer take it, and lets her eyes shut for sleep.

-

Hours later, Tyler stumbles into his house, plopping off his soaking wet boots on the rug at the garage door. He's slightly dry from his ride home, but his clothes still cling to his skin, making him shiver when he walks into the house. He turns to lock the door behind him, shuffling into the laundry room that connected the garage and the house. He puts his wet hat on the hook, peeling out of his sopping shirt and jeans, finding a change of clothes and towel set out for him. He smiled, knowing he'd likely find his girlfriend passed out on the couch with the weather forecast still playing on the screen. He changed quickly, hands itching to pull her into his hold and fall into a deep sleep. As he leaves the laundry room and heads to the kitchen, he notes the dinner table set with placemats and silverware next to them. He gives the set up a confused look before shrugging, tossing back a glass of water before walking towards the living room.

The empty room stops him in his tracks completely. The TV had been shut off, only a black screen staring back at him. There had been no indication that Y/N had been here at all-the blankets were folded neatly into the basket, pillows still upright and straight. He looked for anything-a charger plugged into the wall, her current read on the coffee table, an empty mug-but found no signs of the girl he loved. 'Maybe she had an early night,' his mind tried to grasp an explanation of why she wasn't where she always was when he was out on a chase.

Tyler's hand wipes his face, rubbing his tired eyes as he stomps up the stairs to their shared bedroom. The hallway is cloaked in darkness, and he has to use his phone's flashlight just to make his way to the door. He turns it off when he turns the knob and pushes the door open, not wanting the blinding light to disturb her. He makes out her figure curled into her side of the bed, looking small. He frowns again, it was always guaranteed she'd be curled into his pillow if he was gone, often wrapped in some article of his clothing, if not completely dressed in only his clothes.

Wordlessly, he comes to her side of the bed to kiss her head, checking in to make sure she was okay. Moonlight from the window illuminates her face, and he finds his chest tightening as he looks at her. Tears had dried to her skin, and a frown was etched onto her face, even in her slumber. He pushes hair from her face, finding the strand curled, and kisses her forehead lightly. He pulls the covers over her more, making sure she was entirely tucked in. With a worried frown now marking his own face, he shuffles to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He opens the door and flicks on the light, the sight in front of him bringing his confusion to new heights.

A white sundress stares back at him, sitting crumpled on the counter. The puffy sleeves are deflated, and the slit on the leg had flopped over, exposing the other side of the fabric. This dress only made an appearance for special occasions, mainly because he couldn't keep his hands off of her when she wore it. She'd talked about it for weeks, she was going to wear it on their anniver-he stills-no. Tyler's heart sinks to his feet, hammering against his chest so loudly it rattles his eardrums. There is no way he'd forgotten. The unusual things in his home began to add up, and, with shaking hands, he reaches for his phone and stares down at the photo of her smiling back at him. She's standing in a poncho, drenched, but smiling as she uses her hand to point towards a barreling storm in the distance. Sure enough, in the slew of notifications he'd ignored, sits a calendar reminder:

'Our anniversary date ;) <3'

He plops down on the side of the tub and scrolls through the messages and calls Y/N had left, clicking on the voicemail she'd left, her sweet voice filling his ears:

'Hey Ty, it's almost nine, I just...um, just checking on you. I-I don't know if you're just running late or you forgot, but...I love you, see you soon. Be careful, please. Call me when you get this.'

He pieces it together quickly-the table set up for two, his favorite dress she'd been wearing, her hair curled just to look nice for him-the realization guts him. He had been stupid, so caught up in the thrill of the chase he completely forgot about the one thing that always brought him home. His brain recalls her excitement over the dinner she would cook, and he had planned on bringing flowers and her favorite sweets from that bakery downtown, hoping to charm that dress right off of her. He pushes his damp hair back with his hands, he had fucked up, and royally. The reason she hadn't done the things she normally did when he was gone was because he wasn't supposed to be gone at all.

He breaths deeply before brushing his teeth, sliding into the bed next to her and pulling her close. He'd hold her while he could, because he'd spend the next few days groveling for her forgiveness. He'd wake up early-clean up the dishes from last night, cook her breakfast, do the laundry, pick up groceries for the week. Hell, he'd kiss her fucking feet if it meant she'd forgive him. His eyes shut closed with sleep, and night quickly fades into morning.

-

Y/N is the first to wake, her skin burning under Tyler's touch. She immediately rolls away from his grasp, and the content look on his sleeping face makes her flame with anger. She rolls her eyes and stomps out of the room, purposefully slamming the door to the bedroom enough to rattle the frames on the walls. The noise jostles Tyler from his sleep, and he sits up in his bed, allowing himself only a minute of solitude before he realizes he's under the dog house.

Quietly, he stomps down the stairs, finding Y/N already standing at the sink, sleeves pushed up as she scrubs at a pot hastily. Her face is drawn into an angry frown, and the air is thick with tension. There's none of her music filtering through the tiny speaker in the window, none of her humming as she works. She's angry, she's hurt, and all she really wants is an apology.

"Mornin'," his voice is raspy, and he awkwardly hovers behind her, watching from a distance as she ignores him. He comes over and lightly grabs her arm, attempting to take over the task. "I can do that, darlin', you go sit at the bar and I'll cook you breakfast, yeah?"

She snatches her arm from his grasp and gives him an unpleasant look, only returning to the dishes in front of her as she shakes her head. He gives a deep sigh, stepping away from her to give her space.

Her silent treatment was always the worst.

"Baby, please, I-I know I fucked up, I'm just trying to make it up to you, let me-"

She lets out an angry laugh, dropping the pot back into the soapy sink with a shake of her head. Her veins fill with a fury she can't control, and she's almost blinded by her rage.

"Fucked up is an understatement, Tyler."

Her angry words were piercing, but at least she was talking.

"Y/N/N, I know, I'm going to make this up to you. I'll-"

"I don't want to hear your lies that I hear every time you mess up, Tyler. You're not going to take time away from chasing, so you can stop feeding me that same lie."

Her honesty stops him in his tracks. He starts to feel defensive, his own anger rising to the surface.

"Just listen-"

The bowl she's cleaning clamors against the other dishes in a loud fashion, making him jump slightly as she turns to face him. Fury is written across her face completely.

"No! You listen! I planned this for weeks, Tyler, weeks! I did everything, the cooking, the cleaning, the waiting around for four fucking hours! All you had to do was show up, and you couldn't even do that."

She swallows thickly, the anger beginning to fester into the sadness she'd been shoving down. Her chest moves in short breaths, and she tries to control her breathing as she looks up at him. He notes her teary eyes-she's not really angry, she's hurting.

"It would've been fine if this was a one off thing, but it isn't. You and I both know that." Her voice is lacking the fire it once had, replaced with a wave of vulnerability she rarely lets show. She pauses and wipes her hands with the kitchen towel in her hands. Her eyes dart across the room in thought, never meeting his. "First it was my birthday, and then not just one, but two dates, and now this. Every other time I just let it go, not wanting to start anything, but I can't anymore, because it just keeps happening. Tyler, I love you, but you're breaking my heart."

Her bottom lip wobbles as she takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders, trying to have a conversation with the man she was begging to love her the way she loved him.

"I'm not asking you to give it up, I'm just asking for one day, maybe every couple weeks? I feel like I sleep next to you but I never see you, and-," her eyebrows furrow before she takes a defensive step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just don't want to have to beg you to want to spend time with me."

Tyler's heart shatters. He fumbles to come up with the right words, knowing the wrong ones could ruin everything. He loved her immeasurably, and he'd been so goddamn blind. His mind raced with the dozens of things she does for him without being asked-making sure he had dry clothes after chasing, ensuring he had a decent meal every time he came home, tens upon hundreds of tiny actions that he had taken for granted. When was the last time he'd done something like that for her? The one time she had asked him, weeks in advance, to save a day for her, he had neglected it completely, unintentionally or not.

She looks down at her feet, feeling so incredibly small, invisible, like the man in front of her can't see her at all. She was tired of trying to keep their relationship alive all on her own. She wasn't in denial that Tyler loved her, she knew he did, but the last few months had felt as if he hardly remembered she was there. Her anxiety spirals-did he really love her, or was she just convenient for him?

"I know that chasing is important to you, and I love seeing you do it, but it always comes before me. I just want to know, will I ever come first?" Her voice is so, so hurt, and the girl he knows has withered away. The only thing that remains is the shell of her in front of him, pleading for him to just notice her. "It's okay if not, I-I just need to know. Because I can't keep having this fight, just tell me the truth so if the answer is no, I can move on."

Tyler's heart hammers, his own insecurity flaring.

"W-What? No, no, chasin' doesn't come before you, ever. Y-You know that."

She gives him a doubtful look.

"You do know that right?"

"Tyler, name one time that you've dropped everything from chasing a storm to do something for me?"

She stands leaned against the counter, arms crossed in front of her. His mind cannot conjure one situation, and he knows she's right, he'd never put her first. Not once. He had missed her birthday party just last month for a big storm over in Kansas, on his own. The rest of the Wranglers had even cancelled to be there for her. Both Boone and Lilly both had called him from the party to reprimand him, and he'd stayed anyways. Then he'd done it again, twice, just two weeks later. Each time, she'd forgiven him with open arms, never fighting him on it, simply accepting his lie that he'd never do it again.

She simply nods, waiting to see how long it would take Tyler to realize just how miserable this had been for her. He grows defensive, trying to make excuses for his actions.

"That storm in Kansas, w-we haven't seen a storm that scale since-"

"Tyler, save it," she starts, her voice growing an edge. "You answered my question, that's all I needed to know."

He watches as she literally and metaphorically throws in the towel, a somber look written across her face.

“I-I need some air.”

She says nothing else, only sliding on her shoes and slipping out the garage door. He expects to hear the jangling of her keys and then the roar of her car’s engine, but neither come-she’d taken out on foot.

Tyler ignores the rush of tears that threatened to spill from behind his eyes, his chest so full of guilt it feels like he might combust from one single sob. He stews in his emotions as he resumes the task she'd started-at least when she got back, the dishes would be one less thing for her to worry about. As his hands scrubbed at various pots and pans, he thought about the thousands of things he wanted to do to show her that he was serious. He wanted to run after her, to pull her back into his house, but he knew she needed her space, time away from him to think. Tyler wrestles with his emotions, knowing this could very well be the end of them, and it'd be his fault entirely. He'd let the best thing in his life slip entirely out of his grasp, all because he'd had his head in the clouds. It had been obvious to everyone around him, except him. How had he been so blind to her anguish?

He moves around the kitchen in complete silence, only the rattle of the dishes he's putting away filling his ears. He ponders over the dark hue forming across the sky, wishing Y/N had taken a jacket or an umbrella with her. He wonders if he should call her, just to tell her that he could leave while she stayed here, he didn't want her in the rain. He doesn't overthink it and pulls up her contact, letting it ring before he hears vibrating. His eyes turn to the direction of the noise.

Shit.

She'd left her phone here.

He turns his attention to the slew of missed messages on his own phone. Just twenty minutes ago, Dexter had texted him about a storm forming just miles from his home. The messages after were from Dani, Boone, and Lilly, all asking if he and Y/N were okay. His eyebrows pinched and he frowned, about to respond with a question mark before he heard the shrill ring of the tornado siren outside his window. His eyes glance up to see a darkening sky, heavy clouds sitting low in the sky.

He tosses his phone into his pocket before he's pulling on his still-wet boots and bolting out his garage door. A tornado was minutes from hitting here, and his girlfriend was wandering around aimlessly. She couldn't have gone far, his house sat miles from town, the only neighbors being a relatively empty home the next street over-the family only visited during the winter months, they paid him handsomely to keep their grass cut when they weren't in town-so he knew that she wouldn't have anyone to look out for her. His boots clicked on asphalt, his voice hoarse as he yelled after her, her name falling desperately from his lips as the wind whipped around his face.

With no signs of her appearing, his heart began to hammer against his chest. Rain began to pelt his clothes and it only urged his aching legs to move faster. His mind conjures images he fears-her stuck under a collapsed tree or shed, left for dead because he'd been stupid. They urged him to the neighbor's house, chest searing with anxiety as he heaved, still not seeing anything-no flashes of the simple dress she'd been wearing, or the cardigan she'd wore over it tossed somewhere. Before his brain could stop him, he was pulling the spare key from under the mat, all but trespassing into his neighbor's home, shouting her name. Nothing.

He slams the door, running a hand through his hair as he begins to panic. His chest feels tight, his mind growing fuzzy with the thought of her being out in this storm alone. The air only grows more thick, and a crack of lightning startles him. It sends him into taking off on foot in their backyard, even slinging open the door of the storm shelter to see if she'd hid there. It was empty, making him let out a string of curses to the sky.

Then, he hears her voice. He almost thinks he's imagining it, her tone is sweet and gentle, and he thinks he's losing his mind.

"Hey, it's okay little guy."

It's the voice he knows well-the voice she uses for animals and babies. His jade eyes turn to see her hair blowing in the wind, her dress wet from the weather. She's crouched down and attempting to move a stack of firewood from the neighbors yard, her eyes on alert she hears Tyler's footsteps crunch the ground behind her. She whips around, looking at him.

"Tyler, help me, there's a rabbit, he's stuck."

Tyler looks at her with wide eyes. His voice is loud over the sirens blaring in the air and the wind whipping.

"Darlin', there's a big ass storm coming right for us! Leave it! We gotta get down, now!"

Her eyes are fiery when she turns back to look at him.

"Then leave, but I'm not leaving him here!"

Her hands hastily moved large pieces of firewood, getting more and more drenched. She lifts a particularly heavy one and throws it across the grass.

"If you're just going to stand there and not help, then go! I don't need you hovering because you care all of a sudden!"

Tyler's heart shatters, she thought he didn't care? Of course he cared, but he was more concerned with keeping her safe. He sighs at her stubbornness, moving to help lift the firewood at a faster pace. She lifts a particularly stubborn piece, drawing her hand back quickly with a soft 'fuck!' He tosses her a concerned look but moves on working to get the firewood moved. His muscle flexes as Tyler throws the piece caging the animal in and watches as it bolts towards the treeline. He slings an arm around her shoulder as the roar of the storm grows closer, all but manhandling her into the storm shelter he'd just looked in. It wasn't shabby by any means, well stocked and clean, but small. He shuts the door with a grunt, turning to face her and watching as she digs through a first aid kit.

"What're you doin'?"

She says nothing, only sticking out her right hand for him to see. It's bleeding from a cut, tiny pieces of wood protruding from around it.

"Shit, baby," he moves to grab the kit from her. "Stop, just stop tryin' to do it on your own, it's only going to get worse."

She stills, looking up at him with dagger-like eyes.

"Look, you did your job. I'm safe here, you can go."

Go? Where the hell did she think he was going?

"I know you're itching to go chase it, it's probably going to be a big one."

Oh.

"You think I'm going to leave you here alone to go chase this thing?"

She shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."

It's his turn to look offended, even though he shouldn't be. She was only speaking the truth. He knows he would be quick to defend himself, but he doesn't, knowing the hurt he'd bestowed upon her just hours beforehand. He lightly tugs the kit away from her, giving the soft, sympathetic eyes that had her hardened heart melting. He makes quiet work of removing the shards of wood, and moves to clean it with the tiny bottle of rubbing alcohol. She winces when it makes contact with the open wound, but a sweet kiss to her temple has her distracted as he finishes bandaging it. When he looks down at her, he finds her eyes already looking up at him. The look she gives him begs him to say something, to just apologize and say he'd do better, and actually mean it this time. He opens his mouth to speak, but it's cut off by a boisterous slam to the shelter door, one that startles Y/N, and she slides into his hold without thinking.

"What the hell was that?!" Her voice trembles.

"I don't know." He doesn't want to move her from his arms, but he needs to see what's going on. He kisses her temple again, setting her on the twin sized mattress that sat on the ground. He makes his way up the stairs of the shelter, moving to push the door open. He knows it's a stupid, risky move, but he does it anyway.

He pushes it forward, the door not even budging. He frowns, moving positions to put his entire body weight on the door, and the door remains shut. He pushes with his entire strength multiple times, before his mind draws a conclusion.

"It's probably a tree or somethin'," He sighs as he steps away from the door. "Probably got knocked down by the wind, fell over on top of the door."

"So we're trapped here?"

"For the time being, yes," He starts, coming to sit down next to her, her head resting on his shoulder. "But I'll get in touch with Dexter and Dani, maybe Boone too. See if one of them can get a truck out here and move it. We'll have to wait for this storm to pass though."

He fishes out his phone and begins to type, his eyes darting across the screen before Dexter's typing bubble finally forms into a message.

'We'll be there as soon as this storm settles!'

Y/N nods when he shows her the message, moving to rest her head on his chest, her heart racing. Without a word, he pulls her into his lap, his eyes now focused on her bandaged hand. She notes his concern quickly.

"It's fine, doesn't even really hurt. Just stings."

He shakes his head.

"Doesn't matter. You got hurt, again, because I did somethin' dumb as hell. Seems like all I've done for the past few months is hurt you. M'sorry, I really am. I fucked up, and I'm prepared to grovel for it."

She nods, biting her lip as she pushes a section of wet hair out of his face.

"You did, but that doesn't mean you can't fix it. Just, this time, promise you'll actually do what you say you will. Don't let it be empty words."

He makes an 'X' motion over the center of his chest-cross my heart-and watches as a small smile forms across her face. He notes it's genuine nature and it forms a smile of his own across his face.

He pulls her head softly under his chin, moving his face to where he's whispering directly into her ear. She leans into his warmth, still shivering from her damp clothes.

"I love you," his voice is a sincere whisper, laced with every ounce of emotion he can muster. She kisses the underside of his jaw, making him close his eyes and sigh.

"I know. I love you too, even when you really piss me off."

He lets out a chuckle, kissing behind her ear, a spot that makes her entire frame stiffen in his hold. He places another one just under it, making her pull away for a moment.

"You're playing with fire, Owens. What are you gonna do, take me on this twin mattress on the floor?"

Her voice is laced with sarcasm and humor, completely joking. One look in his now emerald green irises tells her he wasn't joking, not one ounce of him thought it was a joke.

"Well, might as well start my grovelin' as quickly as possible, got a lot to catch up on." He kisses the spot again, making her hand fly to his damp hair. "And I haven't done this in far too long."

His hands come to her hips, pulling her in even closer in his lap. His calloused hands land on her ass, and she yelps.

“Ty, you can’t be serious.”

He sends her a raised eyebrow. His hand squeezes the supple skin of her bottom.

“Baby,” his voice is just above a whisper, deathly serious, his gaze darkening. “When have I ever joked about taking you any time, any place?"

Y/N shudders. "Never."

"That's what I thought."

His lips connect with hers in a rough manner, effectively shutting her up.

-

A few hours later, as Y/N lies across Tyler's chest, her dress tossed somewhere, she's awoken by a sharp knock at the shelter door.

"T? Y/N/N? Hey, we're here. We're gonna get this tree off of y'all!" Boone's voice fills her ears and she all but scrambles up, face flushed red with embarrassment at the thought of them walking into the shelter to see her and Tyler both bare. Tyler only snoozes and turns over, and she rolls her eyes, he'd sleep through a hurricane-literally. She grabs his shirt and lightly pops him with it.

"Tyler!" She whispers-shouts, quickly buttoning up the front of her dress she'd found on the floor. His jade eyes pop open, shuffling off the blanket that had been draped across him for his modesty.

"Hm, what?" His voice comes out groggy.

"Get up, get dressed, they're here!" She throws her cardigan back on her shoulders as she tosses his jeans over to him, his belt buckle just missing his head. Tyler rubs his eyes tiredly, not quite awake enough for him to care about being completely naked.

Y/N turns to him to fuss, but she's cut off at the creaking of the storm shelter's door opening. She stills, face burning from a hot blush. From above ground, Boone, Dani and Dexter look down at them, the latter two jaws dropping and darting their eyes away. Boone clocks Tyler and swallows thickly.

"Ty, man, I am seein' entirely way too much of you right now."

-

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[disturbedbeautywrites]

Don’t go - Tyler Owens Imagine

“So, I can’t convince you to stay home?” Your words were laced with a sense of defeat as you sat at the kitchen table, head in your hands as red rimmed eyes looked up at your stubborn ass boyfriend as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

He was quiet, fingers scratching at the stubble on his chin as he gave you a knowing look and you knew you weren’t going to win this argument. It had been going on for almost an hour now since you had gotten the phone call that had changed how you looked at everything. One of Tyler’s friends had been out chasing a tornado that they weren’t prepared for and it had gone drastically wrong. A storm that was supposed to produce an EF1 had turned to an EF5 in a matter of minutes and they had gotten caught in the middle of it.

The spikes on their vehicle hadn’t deployed and the truck had gotten thrown through the air and no one inside had survived. It had you anxious for your own boyfriend’s safety and you bringing that up had turned into a knock down, drag out fight. Not that you expected anything less, but you knew he was still trying to process everything himself.

He shook his head, sniffling as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he looked out the window above the sink. His eyes were as red rimmed as yours, though he was furiously blinking to try and keep the tears at bay. “It’s what he would’ve wanted. We gotta go out to honor him.” The way his voice broke at the end absolutely shattered your already fractured heart.

You just let your head hang a bit as you nodded slowly, sniffles filling the air as you felt tears start to permeate your water line. You knew his job was dangerous, it was beyond obvious. But, you liked to push that thought away as much as you could. However, now it was hard when the facts were staring you right in the face. “Baby.. c’mere.” You could hear the sigh in his words as his accent came out loud and clear, boots scraping against the hard wood floors of the house the two of you shared. “You know I’ll be fine. You know that better than anyone.”

You did know it and the way you couldn’t even answer him to say that showed it. You could feel his arms snaking around your waist, your body pressing against his as your combined sniffles sounded out through the quiet kitchen. There was the quiet sound of thunder outside and you knew he would have to be leaving soon. “I love you.” It was the first words you had said in the last few minutes, his lips pressing against your forehead as he held you close. “I love you too.” His breath fanned against your forehead and blew your bangs around a bit as he held you close.

He always knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it and right now you two just needed each other. “What if you come with us?” His words were quiet as he looked down at you, his eyes taking in your expression as your eyebrows furrowed together. “What?” You had been on storm chases with him before when you had first started dating, but you hadn’t been on any recently. He had gotten bigger on YouTube and you wanted to let him have that. But, the way he was asking you to join this time almost seemed like something he needed.

“We’re not going out as a full crew. We’re not recording. It’ll just be me, you, and Boone will be third wheeling as always. I just want my girl out there with me tonight.” The sincerity in his words made your heart start to swell in your chest. How on Earth were you supposed to say no to that? You couldn’t.

“Plus,” He started, his eyes glittering with a small spec of mischief, “I’m always more careful when you’re in the truck with me.” You couldn’t help but shake your head as the corners of your lips slowly started to twitch up into a smile. “Of course I’ll go out with you. Let’s go out and honor Johnathan.” The way that Tyler picked you up and spun you around your kitchen after you said that reminded you just why you fell for the tornado wrangler. He wasn’t at all what anyone else expected him to be. Sure, he acted rough and tough on YouTube. But, he was secretly a massive softie; especially when it came to you. You were his biggest weakness and he was yours.

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Never Took The Time (To Forget) part 4.2: Robin's Boy

A.N: Life is kinda sucky right now with job hunting, surviving at my current job, the strains that come with being a caregiver to a family member while maintaining a long distance relationship and just dealing with mental and emotional self-care. So here's this, super late and not beta-read but at least I wrote it.

As always, feel free to yell at/with me in the comments, tags and/or ask box.

Part 1 (Hop fucks up), Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce's Edition), Part 3 (One of Us), Part 4.1 (With a Capital 'P'), Part 5 (Man Of The Hour)

There's not much that surprises Robin Buckley these days. She gets queasy at the sight of ground beef, the big friendly dogs a few doors down at the O'Reilly place make her blood run cold, she can't watch the old Russian movies her dad loves without having nightmares after and she's sleeping with a nightlight for the first time since she was six. But it takes a lot to surprise her.

Seeing the declared dead Chief of Police step out of a sleek black, obviously-secret-government-bullshit car flanked by an agent she recognizes as one of Owens' lackeys from last July when they were making the rounds with Government funded medical care contingent on signing sketchy NDAs? Just par for the course at this point.

Steve's face when Eleven-Jane rushes into the not-dead Chief's arms and it turns into a whole 'Moment'? Said Chief's look of barely interested confusion followed by tired annoyance when Steve drags her in front of him, rambling about Starcourt and new additions to The Party and finally getting to meet 'My Hop'? Yeah, none of that surprises her either. She plays along for Steve, doesn't give Hopper any time to say anything that would take that happy smile off his face or get rid of the way he's practically glowing he's smiling bigger than she's ever seen directed at anyone other than the kids. Tries not to think about the way it makes something in her clench and crouch like a cat getting ready to pounce and bare fangs she didn't realize she had outside of a life and death situation. She introduces herself, maintains eye contact and drags Steve off as fast as she can to do something, anything, that will distract him from trying to catch up like the Byers clan is with the kids and assembled assorted monster fighters.

She's not surprised when she can't stop Steve from stepping up every time Hopper or Joyce or anyone with a badge says they need anything despite his own still healing wounds. She's not surprised when Hop takes it a step too far.

They're at the Hopper Cabin that is steadily becoming the Hopper-Byers Cottage when Hop tells his and Joyce's shared custody bald parasite that Steve is little more than an annoyance he puts up with for the free babysitting service and manual labor and cause he can go up against shit that would give anyone else nightmares while keeping the kids safe and mostly in-check. She's sitting with Eleven-Jane, sewing patches onto one of Hop's old army jackets, (the kid had seen Eddie's battle vest in Steve's car and it had reminded her of her sister Kali and she'd decided she wanted one of her own for the war ahead and then all of the other rugrats had decided they did too so she and Argyle had taken to giving sporadic sewing lessons whenever the kids had the materials to start their own battle attire) when Steve comes round the corner to the back of the property striding with purpose she rarely saw when he was around his kids.

She leaves her unfinished project on the stump she'd been using as a stool and chases after him. She shooes off curious and worried kids, promising to stick with him, keep the walkie close and on, make sure he was safe and didn't run afoul of any demo-beasts or trigger-happy government goons as he made his way to his car and then wherever else he was marching his happy ass.

She hates the fact that when they're both finally back at the little apartment that Owens' yes-men had acquired for Steve when Harrington Sr. decided to be an opportunist prick and kick Steve out for 'not taking care of the house' in the middle of the 'earthquake', that Steve hasn't shed a single tear. She hates that she's not surprised.

He doesn't say anything as he kicks off his Nikes and shuffles over to the 'second-hand' couch they'd gotten from Mrs. Henderson (Steve and Robin were both fully aware she'd just gotten it shortly before Spring break and was in no way in need of a new one so soon, but they both also knew better than to call her out on her kindness). He doesn't look up at her from his spot curled in amongst the throw pillows and blankets they'd been gifted by parents of various members of the party after Hopper and Owens' story that the two of them had saved the kids again from some freak incident like last year with Starcourt. She pulls out the thick quilt they had found in the latest donations bins when Hawkin's government supervised relief force started outsourcing for supplies and basic comforts. He stares at the wall where they'd hung an oversized corkboard dedicated to polaroids and photo booth strips and even some properly printed pictures of the little monster fighting family they'd put together.

She can't pull him out of this, no matter how much she may want to. There's some places his mind goes only Eleven-Jane would be able to reach and neither of them were going to put more on that girl's plate. So she puts on a Bruce Springsteen record she used to hate and curls up as close as she can to him through the quilt and pillows. Every now and then she gets up to get them both water, to grab some crackers to try and coax him into eating and to switch over to a new record or just flip the one on the player but she always comes back to her spot next to her Steve.

"Whatever he said to you, you know it's not true. Right? You're worth more than a dozen undead cops on a power trip." That gets an amused huff.

"Seriously Stevie, the kids adore you, I swear all the moms in Hawkins think you're the best thing since sliced bread and I don't know what I'd do without my personal chump. We're soulmates, remember? One of these days we're gonna mind meld like Spock and McCoy and we'll be unstoppable. I can't make it without my McCoy, Bones."

"I can't make it without you either, you hobgoblin. Thanks Bobby."

The next day is better. Steve is still a little quiet, a little droopy. But he's present and there's a simmering anger underneath his smile that Robin is proud to see him acknowledging but makes her worry about him as he ushers her into his car to drop her off on her rare lone shift at Family Video before he heads out to a quick 'consultation patrol' with some military special operatives to check out something weird by one of the new cracks.

No one had told any of the kids yet, about the cracks starting to spread out in smaller fissures like a slowly spreading infection. Hadn't thought it necessary with Steve and Nancy (both now legal adults and wasn't the government taking full advantage of that) there as a first line of communication while Joyce wrangled a restless Hop as he settles back in and heals and spars with Owens over payouts and government aide for the town and what the growing military presence was and wasn't allowed to do. With the parents occupied the kids had come together tighter than ever, focusing on their injured and recovering from the nightmare fuel that was their spring break. No one noticed.

She can't help the rant she falls into as they drive through checkpoints and past regular civilians being escorted through areas a little too close to a Gate for comfort. She goes on about how half of the soldiers act like Steve is just one of them and the other half treat him with the same cautious curiosity they do Eleven-Jane whenever she makes her way to the 'front lines' these days. She wants to get the weird boy-speak head nods too! Even Nancy gets them, especially when she's walking around with her sawed-off strapped to a jerry-rigged hip-holster. Robin has used Darlin' before, she's speed poured Molotov Cocktails to hand to soldier boys trying not to piss their pants as Steve and Nancy barked orders as they tried to down a demogorgon fresh from the Upside-Down. Where's her battlefield camaraderie?

It makes him laugh and shake his head fondly as he calls her crazy and weird with that soft smile on his face that makes her chest feel warm and fuzzy like her parents' hugs used to when she was 10 and crawled into their bed after having a nightmare. She doesn't tell him to be careful as they turn down onto Main street or to make sure he comes back in one piece as he rolls to a stop in front of the dark storefront. She starts on another tangent about him abandoning her to the drudgery of Capitalism as he gets to frolic in the woods with a bunch of burly men with their toys before he laughingly reaches over her to open her door to start pushing her out of the car. He smiles big and dopey as she practically spills onto the asphalt, still rambling away about neglectful soulmates and abuses of driving power with smatterings of claims that she'll take over his apartment if he dies and use his ashes as fertilizer for the plants he's taken to keeping on the fire-escape outside the living room window if he dares to leave her alone to babysit his hellions.

He shoots back a final, "Love you too Bobby!" before taking off towards where he's meeting the scientists and soldiers he's supposed to lead through Upside Down infected woods. As he leaves her standing on the sidewalk he doesn't make any sort of promise to be safe, to let the government goons just do their job, to make it back to her alive or in one piece. Not even to make it back to her. She plays with the locket she's taken to wearing that holds a curled up braid of hair shades darker than hers or anyone's in her family.

She doesn't watch his car to the end of the street like she might have before Spring Break, after their Starcourt 'adventure', instead she takes a deep breath and unlocks the dumb video store in this dumb town full of dumb people who don't know when to call it quits and just get the hell out of Dodge. She boots up the computer leaving it to warm up while she starts sorting through whatever mess the new shmucks Steve insisted they hire to cover what times the two of them couldn't because of the Arcade (which they had also gone and hired more staff for now that people weren't one tremor away from rioting in the streets) and Upside Down/ government related shenanigans they ended up getting dragged into.

The bell above the door jingles and she has to bite back a groan. "Welcome to Family Video, I literally just got here so you're gonna have to give me a minute before I can help you."

"Afraid we've only got movies round here, officer. You want any other medium of entertainment I'd suggest the arcade or the distribution yard." She won't turn to face him, not sure she can keep her cool if she does right now. Her hands move on muscle memory, shuffling papers into their proper piles and flipping open VHS cases to check if they need to be rewound. "Sorry, guess we'll have to catch up another time."

"I'm uh, I'm not here for a movie." She may have only heard his voice a couple of times and in passing but she didn't call her ears little geniuses for nothing. She forces her body to relax, lowering her shoulders the way Steve taught her to and keeping her voice light like Eddie walked her through, calling on his Theatre Kid skill set to teach the Party how to convincingly lie improvise when being questioned by people who really did not need to know just what was going on in good old Hawkins.

She can hear him sigh and can't help but picture his hand running over the fuzz on his head the way Steve runs his hands through his coif more and more nowadays in a way he never did before Nancy, before he got pulled into this bullshit and Hopper was rumored to be the one signing his paperwork and taking responsibility for him when his parents didn't show up after an almost week long stay at the hospital. "Look, I know you don't like me. And it has been brought to my attention just how much I fucking earned that. But I- I need your help here. To fix it."

There's not much that surprises Robin Buckley these days. She gets queasy at the sight of ground beef and meatloaf covered in ketchup, the big friendly dogs a few doors down at the O'Reilly place she used to pet and give snacks to on her way to and from school make her blood run cold, she can't watch the old Russian movies she and her dad used to stay up late watching together without having nightmares after and she's sleeping with a nightlight by her bed for the first time since she was six. But it takes a lot to surprise her. Jim Hopper might have just done it.

She doesn't stop moving, doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of throwing her off. She fiddles with the sharp little knife she has tucked up her shirt sleeve in the little sheath she and Steve put together between shuffling papers, taps at the button on her vest hiding the mic attached to the walkie talkie that never leaves her pocket these days. When she finally turns to look at him she's not surprised by the thinness of his frame or the way his eyes and cheeks still look a little sunken in. She sees the tired father worried for his kids and his people and his town, angry at the government for their involvment and their stupidity that she had come to expect. She is not expecting the remorse, the fear, she sees looking back at her. She wonders for a moment what he sees when he looks at her, at any of the teens and kids and young adults he's fought alongside trying to stop the end of the world.

"Fine. He'll be back from his patrol-" He looks mildly confused for a moment, meaning Joyce hadn't been passing along even the minimal information Nancy and Steve had been giving her to relay to Hop and the rest of the Party. That would have to be it's own discussion at some point probably. "-in about twenty minutes. You have fifteen. Now why should I help you?"

"You care about Harringt- Steve. You're close, the two of you have been basically Siamese Twins since Starcourt from what I hear. I- I realize that I made a mistake dumb enough shitting Mike Wheeler is making more sense than me, that I fucked up in a way I don't fucking know how to fix. And I am asking. Politely. For your help."

Honestly she's not sure she believes him. Honestly he's surprised her more times in the last five minutes than most anything or anyone else has in the last year. The man has a lot to unpack and the situation with Steve is just a drop in the man's pile of shit he's managed to bury himself under but maybe there's some hope yet.

She checks the watch on her wrist (an obscenely expensive piece Steve got from one of his parents' rich friends at a holiday party he was too young to remember on a leather band that he had outgrown and never got around to replacing) and looks back at Hop. Ten more minutes. "Why are you here?"

Hop groans in that growly sort of way that makes her think of her grandpa Dale, a great bear of a man who had given the best hugs with shoulders to put Jim Hopper to shame. The no-longer-chief runs his hand over his fuzz again, one hand propped on his hip as he shifts his weight to one side and she tamps down the flicker of biting anger at another example of the ways Steve had shaped himself after a man who never gave him the respect or care he deserved.

"I don't know how to fix what I fucked up. Steve's a good kid, I can admit that now. And he didn't deserve my bullshit just cause I couldn't get past old highschool biases. I wasn't there for him like I should have been- like I told him I would be when I signed those papers. But he's not the kid I thought he was, he's nothing like his folks or the other trust fund brats who think they run this shithole town. I don't know what I'm doing. I just know that kid deserves better than I've been doing."

She hums like she's mulling over his little speech to hide the way she's freaking out a little over what to say to all that. Even she doesn't know how she and Steve got to where they are beyond being tortured by Russians for information they didn't have then being drugged out of their minds while fighting inter-dimensional flesh monsters. But she doesn't think that would help Hop much in this situation.

But she thinks she believes him. At least for now.

"Alright, I'll help you with Steve." Hop sighs, his shoulders dropping as he seems to unclench slightly. Seriously, that much tension cannot be good for him after being in a Russian gulag for almost a year. "But not because I think you deserve it. You were right, Steve deserves better, but he wants you and Joyce and the kids to be in his life. Be a part of it. That is the only reason I will help you. He deserves a better dad than the one he's had and for some reason he thinks you're like super-dad."

"I- How the fuck did I not- What the hell?"

Robin shrugs, "The human brain is good at weeding out what it doesn't want to see. You didn't want to see Steve until you had to and that realization brought you to me. So. Ignorance is bliss and all that."

"So what do I do?"

She checks her watch again. "He'll be running late, especially if the fissure he's checking out is as bad as we think it is. So you have time to run back home, get Joyce to make extra of whatever monstrosity of a casserole she's trying to make this week and you get your rugrats to figure out a way to be the last drop off after Steve takes the brats to the arcade later instead of sleeping off whatever knocks he gets on patrol today. Then instead of letting him head home you make him come inside for dinner. Use the excuse of finding out he's been doing patrols if you have to. But you make him go inside and sit his ass down and eat something and you let him just- let him just be, Hop." She's running out of time but there is just so much she wants to get through to him. "Just make him feel like you see him."

"I- I'll try."

"Yeah, sure. Just-" She bites back the vitriol she wants to projectile vomit in his direction. "Just don't hurt him again. He's more than just a babysitter or front lines muscle. And I will make you wish you were back with the Russians if you make him forget that."

"I believe you."

"Good." The bell over the door jingles again and she looks past Hop to see a group of teenagers making their way to the comedies. "Now I have to get to work and you need to not be here by the time Steve comes to check on me. So talk to you later, Chief."

"Right. Thanks for your help, kid."

She shrugs him off as he turns to head out. The teens are watching him not-so-discreetly as they try to act like they're looking through the latest releases. She forgets that the man is as much a mystery as the heavy-duty military forces that have taken over their small town.

"Alright, folks. What are we looking for today?" She still technically has a job to do even if the kids keep their distance from her like they do the rest of the Party who at this point have all been seen either spending time with said heavy-duty military forces or chasing something into the dark of the forest wielding weapons smeared in monster blood, or both. It's going to be a long day.

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[total-drama-brainrot]

i just posted a silly impulsive headcanon in the discord off the top of my head, but now that i'm thinking about it...

let's say, during their stay in jamaica (or maybe in a later season/different show altogether?) the contestants are staying in hotel rooms for simplicities' sake. and due to the number of them, they're paired up. not an issue, right?

noah goes to join owen in his room, but he's already partnered up with tyler (or whomever), so noah's left with only alejandro as an option. great. again, it's whatever, it's only temporary. at least they'll be able to sleep in proper beds, so things are still looking up!

oh, they've been given the last available room? it's got the queen bed? oh sweet! so they've got bigger beds than the others? no?

wait. what do you mean "only one bed?"

oh shit oh fuck he's totally doomed.

well, they'll just have to make do. noah isn't about to cause a fuss about his sleeping arrangements, he's already tired enough from the plane crash itself and the challenges they competed in. what's the worst that could happen?

(he steadfastly ignores the Very Possible Outcome of his unfortunate sleeping habit, even when various headlines pertaining to a certain awake-a-thon incident race across his vision like spectres. because it's NOT going to happen again.)

alejandro also takes the news with his usual levels of grace and poise- all of that social training as the son of a diplomat has done him well- though noah can just tell by the tenseness in his shoulders and the stiffness of his posture that he's not as calm about the situation as he'd like the others to believe.

whatever. it's just a bed, who cares?

when they're getting ready to sleep- in an actual bed, what a luxury!- noah and alejandro gingerly climb into their respective sleep wears, both facing the opposite direction. this is the first time the whole season that they've been allowed the opportunity to sleep in their actual pyjamas. you know, since they haven't exactly had beds.

alejandro, dressed in his tank top and sleep shorts (he'd usually sleep in just the shorts, but the thought of doing so whilst sharing a sleep space seemed inappropriate), turns to climb into their queen bed only to see noah, who is already dressed in his own loose t-shirt and shorts, stepping into a pair of sweatpants and pulling a thick looking sweater over his sleepwear. what the fuck?

the room they're in isn't even cold, they're in jamaica?

even worse, noah's actively putting on a pair of fluffy socks. who wears socks to bed?

and then, then, the absolute mad lad reaches into his luggage and pulls out an equally fluffy dressing gown (or bathrobe/housecoat, same thing tbf), wrapping it around himself like a winter coat as if he's somehow cold in his two- now three- layers. it's almost 26°c out there! (80°f)

and the psycho smiles to himself, breathing out a sigh of contented air (and, alejandro notices, uncurling from his slightly hunched over posture, as if he'd been trying to conserve heat), as if he's not sweating his ass off under his three weather inappropriate layers!

so, as a concerned team leader, alejandro points out the obvious; he shouldn't be wearing so many layers to bed, he's going to get heat stroke.

but noah argues back; he naturally runs cold, especially when he's asleep.

and alejandro briefly recalls the amount of times he's noticed a napping noah shivering in his sleep despite wearing his usual three layers of clothing and the jet itself being kept a consistent room temperature for all it's faults, but his logic reasons that even so noah still doesn't need to wear socks to bed (it's immoral).

eventually noah gives up defending his (objectively wrong) decision to wear thick layered clothing and socks to bed and just climbs under the covers (discarding the dressing gown on the way, he's not completely insane), huffing in annoyance as he curls up at the edge of the mattress and makes a point of ignoring his company.

alejandro also sighs to himself, though whether it's in defeat or exasperation he isn't entirely sure, and carefully slots himself onto the opposite edge of the bed.

the two fall asleep in a tense silence with almost a meter of space between them.

which is why it's surprising when alejandro wakes up a few hours later, absolutely boiling under the heated weight practically glued to his side.

noah's iconic hair, softer in texture that it's usually neat waves would imply, tickles at his neck whilst the cynic's face is pressed firmly into his chest. his sweater-clad arms and wrapped almost possessively around his shoulders and his legs and tangled between the latino's own. whilst the added pressure is nice bearable, alejandro is sweating his life out beneath the warmth of another body.

when he tries to unpeel his clingy companion from his side, a sleeping noah seems to take that as a challenge and digs his hands into the taller's shoulders, which is when alejandro realises that despite everything noah's hands are freezing to the touch. how?! the two of them end up even further entwined than before, as his escape efforts only lead to noah wrapping his body even tighter around alejandro like a particularly stubborn boa constrictor until he had the shorter practically sleeping on top of him- as if alejandro himself was the mattress, or some oversized teddy bear.

it's... not an ideal situation.

alejandro kicks the duvet off of the pair, prompting a shiver from the wannabe koala attached to him, but the freedom from the oppressive heat outweighs any remorse he would've felt for depriving his companion from potential heat stroke. without the oven-like heat of the duvet, having the warmth of another curled up against him is actually pretty nice, and alejandro soon finds unconsciousness washing over him like the (comparatively) cool air of their room.

noah wakes up as sunlight filters into their suite, his face tucked firmly into alejandro's neck as the taller cradles him between his arms, deep slumbering breaths making his chest periodically rise and fall against noah's own. his arms are wrapped around the spaniard's waist, cold hands gripping loosely at the fabric of his tank top, and their legs are to tangled together that it takes the bookworm a few moments to figure out which ones are his.

he's warm, for once, and it's wonderful. he barely spares a thought at how awkward the situation is going to be when they're both awake and just presses himself further into alejandro's inviting warmth, mouth twitching into a smile, as he drifts back to sleep.

[dum1s-writings]

Well, hello! It's nice to see an active total drama writer in here! I love this show so much and the fandom is like dead 💀

So, I had this idea...

It could be headcanons or a fic/one-shot, whatever you feel like the most!

But, what about the reaction to the TDWT crew to Chris bringing his niece with him?? Like, the reader is just a sweet 19 y/o teenager who looks for their safety and actually cares about them??? (Total contrary to his uncle lmao).

It doesn't have to be with one character specifically, most like how they would react overall to the reader wanting to protect them from Chris (AND PLEASE MAKE THE READER PROTECT CODY FROM SIERRA I BEG U)

Anyways, have a nice day!!! <3

~~~The Nice McLean~~~

I fucking love Total Drama!! I firmly believe Leshawna should've won the first season. I'll try to add my least favorite characters from World Tour to avoid being biased.

Warnings: Chris McLean, Sierra's stalker behavior, attempted manipulation from Alejandro, Duncan being kind of an ass, does Cody being a crybaby count? I'm making it count.

Pronouns: They/Them

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"Alright contestants I have another surprise for you." Chris looked at the tired teens. From behind Chef came another teen. They smiled and waved to the other teens.

"Another contestant?" A few questioned simultaneously.

"Oh hell no. Their mother would kill me." Chris slung his arm around them and tugged them close. "This here is -Y/N- McLean, my nibling."

"Heya," their smile got bigger "I hope we can get along."

Everyone was too shocked to speak for a moment. Sierra was trying so hard not to flip her shit. Chris McLean's nibling was actually in front of her.

"So you're related to Chris?" Harold finally asked.

"Yeah. My mom is his sister." -Y/N- answered truthfully.

"Think of -Y/N- as a co-host. Another Chris of sorts." The older man smirked. "They'll keep an eye on you famous wannabes while I can't."

First of all we'll get the obvious out of the way, the cast fucking love you, after getting to know you. Obviously at first learning you're related to the devil host, Chris McLean, they immediately thought this season would be twice as torturous. But give them a couple of days or weeks and most of them would willingly jump from the plane for you. The others may take some time.

I'll start with the ones that take no time in becoming your fans:

Cody: for him the moment he saw you give a genuine smile was when he trusted you. Having dealt with Chris's shit for so long made him aware of a real and fake smile. Also when you demand Sierra leave him alone? Oh yeah he likes you even more now. Expect a lot of clinging, as much as he can, crying for one reason or another mostly Sierra and excessive praise for the small things.

Lindsay: my sweetheart, so pretty so.....not traditionally smart. She saw you looking super nice in your outfit and that was it. Anyone with fashion choices as good as yours are definitely trustworthy. Please become shopping buddies after the show is over.

Owen: this big lug. He really tries to see the good in everyone. More often than not he's wrong. But he's genuinely happy he's right about you.

Sierra: she knew about you before anyone else. Obviously she's going to trust you from the get go. You're related to THE Chris McLean. That trust may or may not waver...TBD. Either way watch yourself around her. Keep a close eye on your belongings.

The neutral ones who need a bit more time are:

Noah: he just doesn't trust easily. Take no offense to it. I think only Owen was lucky enough, being an actual giant ball of sunshine and stupidity. Perhaps if you sneak him some Noah-Safe food he'll trust you faster.

Gwen: poor girl has been scorned by the world so often. It's left her with a few trust issues. Maybe stick up for her and watch some good horror movies together. Reassurance is the key, she was painted as a bad guy from the beginning. Let her know she's more than that and it's okay to admit she did wrong. Help her move past that.

Leshawna: this bad bitch (lovingly) knows her worth. She wants to make sure others know it as well. Don't talk down to her and hype up her plans and ideas and she'll consider you worth her time and respect. Also keep Alejandro away from her. Please. My queen deserves better.

DJ: he's a softie and a Mama's boy. He does want to trust you. But after his failed restaurant with his Mama it might take some time. People in power never helped him or his Mama. In fact he wonders if they were sabotaged. Help him find ways to "reverse his curse" and he'll definitely trust you, also maybe offer his Mama a job as a chef, especially if it's a higher position in a private kitchen.

The ones who just straight up dislike you and take a long time to like you are:

Alejandro: his family caused him so much trauma. He doesn't trust ANYONE. He may act like it, nodding to your advice and being nice. But alas tis all a front. He's really just waiting for the perfect moment to betray you. When that time comes and goes and you're still nice to him? Yeah....you may have started chipping away at his walls.

Heather: the queen bee. The head of every group project. Highschool taught her to look out for herself. So did the first two seasons of Total Drama. She'll bitch at you and talk shit about you "behind" your back. Just brush it off and continue being nice and you'll win her over, eventually.

Courtney: the Type A Psychotic Crazies and debate team caused Courtney to believe only Courtney can help Courtney. She'll refuse to trust you and judges those who do. In fact it's not until she's kicked off will she finally trust you. Maybe meet up after the show and talk to her, she'll apologize to you and own up to her wrongdoings.

Duncan: the runaway delinquent. The hardass he is doesn't trust you, purely because of your last name. Chris ruined his life, more than he himself could have. Being stalked no matter where he went for 2 years put him on edge. Abolish Chris's stupid "must always sing" rule and his opinion on you might change.

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Hopefully this works. I didn't know what to do for most of it. I was winging it big time.

[florencetypemaniacs]

Who of the Ro's would propose first, who would wait for the MC to propose first? Also who just believes and doesn't believe in marriage/wouldn't want to be married?

💛 Marcel 

Marcel would love to be married to you. Marriage is very important to him since he didn't marry out of romantic love the first time and has always dreamed about finding that special someone and making a legal commitment to each other. Marcel wouldn't care how small or big the wedding was as long as you were there beside him. 

This would be a conversation that he would have with you, wanting to know how you felt about marriage, kids, etc. when you were in a more deep relationship and not wanting to cross any boundaries. If marriage was something you didn't want, then Marcel would hundred percent respect that, but he would be disappointed. Marcel wouldn't care who proposed as long as you were both on board with what you wanted. 

🧡 Margaret 

She has dreamed about her fairy tale wedding since she was a little girl. At her sister's wedding, she looked around at all the people and wondered how her sister could handle the attention. Margaret would like a small wedding, maybe in a church with just close friends and family. Marriage is something that Margaret has always dreamed about, but it was always going to be her future when she was alive. She knew that she was to get married to a rich man and have his children, but the idea of getting to choose what she wanted was exhilarating. She chose you. You chose her. Margaret would want you to propose to her; she doesn't think she is confident enough to propose or keep it a secret if it is something she wants to plan out. If being married was something that you didn't want, then, like Marcel, she would be disappointed but understand. 

❤️ Owen

Owen wouldn't see the point. When he was alive, marriage was something that was more about getting property through families or by needing to survive. Parties and weddings were for the rich. So Owen wouldn't see a point in getting married if you both didn't need to. 

But if it was something you wanted, then he would do it. Although he might grumble if the wedding was super elegant and he had to wear a damn suit, he would do it for you. On the subject of proposing, Owen would just assume that you would want him to propose to you, especially if you are female presenting, but if you expressed proposing to him, then he would gladly let you take the reigns. 

💙 Rosemary 

This one was complicated. Rosemary never thought of getting married; she was a wild soul on the hunt for something bigger, but then she met him, and the thoughts of fully committing herself to him legally and spiritually consumed her. So much so that it was how she died. Now she has found you, and it scares her how much those thoughts of marrying you pop into her mind. Her dreams would always involve you proposing to her or her to you with love in both your eyes.

It would be a long discussion that you two would have, but deep down, Rosemary would love to marry you, but she wouldn't half-ass it. If you and her were doing this, then she was going to plan the biggest and most amazing wedding that anyone has ever seen. A commitment of your love and a showing of what you have been through should be shared with the masses. With the spotlight on her without the subject of lust, but showing the world who she was marrying and how proud she was to call her yours. 

🩵 Tai

Tai would not care either way. Tai knows that you love him and he loves you, so it would be your choice about marriage and even kids. Tai is more worried about living a safe life. While Tai isn't an easy-going guy in the slightest, he doesn't have an opinion on marriage, but when given the answer that you wanted to be married...that is when Tai would start to plan. If you wanted a wedding, then he wanted to set a date. What kind of wedding did you want? How many people were you inviting? Did you want him to propose? And is a wedding something you even want? Tai will help plan the vision you want for the proposal and wedding, if you want one at all. If you just wanted to go down to the courthouse, that would be fine with him. 

💚 Zane 

The simple answer would be yes. Zane never thought of getting married, nor did he want to. To be tied down to something else other than the mission was unheard of. Then he met you, and to fully realize that you were each other's soul mate was enough to make him want to tie any bond he could to you. To have people legally recognize that you are each other's lovers would be something that Zane would want. I could see Zane wanting a big wedding; a party celebrating him and you with presents would be something he would be interested in. On the proposal, Zane wouldn't care who proposed as long as it ended with a promise to be each other's forever. 

[pnchinbeez]

Guys I been feeling ideas recently

And one happens to involve jedtavius

So basically ig for if the ever make a show (the show idea has been popping up on my timeliness alot) I need an episode where a different museum goes on tour and end up at the natm museum (I forgot the name soyeah) I believe it would be funny if they had most of the same human exhibits but a little different like

Wax figurines jed, octy, and the Mayan leader guy ig idk

Instead of teddy you have like jfk (he was consider one of the nicest u.s. presidents)

Marco polo as an famous explorer

King tut or cleo would be a cool one for their pharaoh, I lean towards tut because I feel like a snarky and sarcastic 12-13 yr old would be amazing

Maybe we could get calamity Jane? Idk shes cool (she's the most famous frontier women ever basically, put her name in Google and no joke what shows up is probably what happened, also fun fact I was named after her!!)

Also because we have lancelot in the one movie I feel like we would need one of these three arthur, merlin, or Guinevere, maybe bother merlin in arthur idk that idea needs to be thought of more on my side

Instead of dexter we could have miss baker the squirrel monkey (the first monkey to survive coming back from space) but I think have laika the dog the first animal to go to space,one because I live her and it's so sad what happened to her (search up Brenning Davis's "Fist Dog In Space" IT will make you cry) but also I just think it's such a cute idea in general

Miniatures could be Qin Shi Huang the self declared first emperor of China and the guy that made the terracotta army to protect his tomb in the after life and maybe Victorian Era people

I would also like a plague doctor played by Adam Sandler (WE HAVE OWEN FUCKING WILSON AND HUGH JACKMAN, NOW GIVE ME ADAM OR ONE OF THE RYANS) but beggars can't be choosers

Maybe some Greek pottery and the pictures on them come to life like the paintings in the movies

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Instead of a t-rex or dinosaurs like that there could be a prehistoric ocean exhibit like whale bones and fish that swim (was that already in a movie?? I feel like it was , idk)

I feel like cool extinct animals should be on display are

barnary lion: the biggest baddest lion ever its the ones the Romans would fight in the colosseum and are also bigger than normal lions they look bad ass

PASSENGER PIDEON: these guys don't get enough recognition they where the funniest things ever and also one of the best messaging pigeons, then we hunted them to extinction, so yeah

Carolina parakeet: this bird went extinct fairly recently, in the late 1980's actually, they where one of the smartest non domesticated parakeet species out there and they are super cute ( another fun fact when my dad went fishing as a 20 something yr old with his dad in the 90's he swears he say a flock of them in an old tree by the lake they were in , around the Georgia border to North Carolina, pretty cool honestly)

Also the night guard for this group should be played by Jack black, channing Tatum,or ben schwartz

Nicky should be either walker scobell or a (and hear me out ) Tommyinnit with gyed brown hair

Weirdly they both kinda are like nicky I lean towards tom because in the animated movie nicky is very skinny and walker randomly got a bit buffer as of now soooo idk

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So basically this story would follow the timeline of the museum got super popular so they go on tour to another one and meet this group but as both the night guards figure out nicky and the other night guard try to warn each other that their exhibits come to life (nicky ahkmenrahs tablet but the other night guards is a curse on the sarcophagus of which ever Pharoah they have) and then all the exhibits meet and stuff and I think that both big jed and octy and little jed and octy to be dating their respective partner,, it would make for a funny scene

Also big jed and big octavius should basically parent king tut if that's the Pharoah because the real jed grew up with about 10 brothers and sister and had one son of his own supposedly. But octavius was recorded to have a daughter Julia the elder (a very fascinating women) that he exiled and was recorded feeling guilty about it and probably died feeling guilty about it also I think they would make a good parenting duo

Jfk and teddy interaction are strictly mandatory

Marco polo and wea

The miniatures from our museum and the miniatures from the other need interactions NOW

lots of jedtavius please and thank you

King tut and ahkmenrah interactions????

I feel like their relationship would be cool uncle and nephew type

The extinct animals go on a rampage at some point (we need cowboy jed and herder teddy )

Miniature escapades and shenanigans as always

And that's it

Maybe I'll finally write a fanfic for this series but idk

[moodywyrm]

dating basketball!abby at first n she notices you don’t steal any of her clothes like her exes in the past have.. and she’s like “babe :( don’t you want to wear my clothes?” (bc whenever she sees you wearing something of hers, her lil possessive side comes out and she’s so proud bc everyone recognizes those clothes) n ur like “,,but i’m chubby abbs idk if they would fit?” as she pushes one of her hoodies into your hands n shes like “trust me baby”

and bc abby tends to wear bigger clothes due to all her muscle hers would fit you perfectly,, n you put it on and just gasp like!!!! abby!!!!!!! they fit!! this has never happened!!!!! and from then on she’s insisting you wear something of hers to every one of her practices/games,, n she’ll buy new shirts and boxers and hoodies allllll for you bc she knows you love how she smells

y'all are gonna make me cry today, all these basketball abby n chubby reader asks are really getting me <3

I also think abby intentionally buys clothes that are bigger on her, partially for you but also because clothes that are too tight + not stretchy enough limit her range of motion and she hates it!! especially with her arms, her biceps, she hates when clothes are too tight on her arm. so! all of her clothes are either big n baggy, sleeveless, or super stretchy.

now. all of her exes (including Owen, the loser) would take her clothes because they're super comfortable and they smell like her. she literally expects nothing different from you, especially because she knows you love how she smells. so she's super confused when you show little to know interest in taking her clothes? whenever you would sleep over, before you practically moved in, you would always bring your own change of clothes, no matter how many times she tells you that you can borrow her clothes! ur always like 'it's okay baby, I brought my pajamas :)'

and god you want to! you would fucking love to wear her clothes, to show her off, to be seen and immediately recognized as hers. but honestly you're so scared that it won't fit. all of my fellow big girls know the absolute heartbreak you experience when you really want to wear something or you find something super cute and then it doesn't fit. (I literally just went through this like two days ago, with the cutest lil 90s dress that wouldn't zip </3). you couldn't handle the disappointment if abby's clothes didn't fit you, so you didn't even try.

until one day, when ur sleeping over at hers and it's been such a weird fucking day that you forgot your change of clothes. and you really don't want to wear your day clothes to sleep bc that is so >:(

and abby is just like, "baby, why don't you just wear my clothes?" literally already grabbing one of her hoodies (with her name and number on it <3) and a pair of her boxers. and ur internally panicking, because now you have to tell her.

'abs, it probably won't fit. we're not the same size.' and she's Flabbergasted. Bc one, she never even considered that but TWO. she knows it will fit. bc she buys all her clothes bigger. and stretchy. so she just pushes the clothes into you and goes "it will fit baby, trust me" (little do you know that when you two got together she purposely got her basketball hoodie n some of her other clothing pieces in even bigger sizes than she usually gets). she's leading you to the bathroom, letting you shower n get all clean n covered in her scent, because you always use her stuff when u sleep over. but when you get out, ur anxious as hell. it takes at least ten minutes from exiting the shower to get the courage to pull on her clothes, the boxers first.

and holy shit they fit. they're stretched over ur hips n ass, but they fit, and more importantly, they're comfortable. and u literally sigh in relief bc thank god man. but now is the real test: the hoodie. u clip ur hair up n pull the hoodie onto your body, and u almost cry bc. it fits. not only does it fit, it's fucking baggy on you. u look in the mirror and ur grinning like an idiot, all draped in your girlfriends clothes, her scent encompassing you entirely. u step out of the bathroom n practically run to abby, who is waiting for u on the coach in sweats and a wife pleaser, grinning from ear to ear when she sees you. u basically jump into her arms, hugging her so tightly. she hugs you back, strong arms circling your waist before she just goes "told you so, pretty girl"

this ask made me so warm n fuzzy bc literally one of my biggest sads in life is not being able to wear my partners clothes, so this was sooo fucking cute n sweet n made me so happy thank you nonnie <3

[tolietpaperdreams]

Warned You Chapter 6 (Shawnter)

Omg 500 years later and I'm finally back with another chapter lmao. Thank you guys sm for your patience and understanding, I'm finally feeling back in the swing of things, so the next chapter should be up sooner rather than later. Hope you enjoy <33

That's me in the middle bc these two are kicking my ass emotionally 🙂

Shawn woke up with his face smushed into Hunter’s back. He’d slept so hard that he almost forgot where he was when he finally opened his eyes and came to. Hunter was warm and cozy, the bigger man was a furnace and Shawn always wanted to curl as close as possible to him.

Touch was Shawn’s favorite way of expressing his love. For a while, it was all he knew how to do, but now it was just a preference. Talking was never easy, but it was getting easier. And waking up next to his favorite person every day made it worth it.

He was in a good mood considering the fun he had yesterday as well as the night prior. Owen probably had something crazier in mind for them to do today, and honestly, Shawn was all for it. The youngest Hart brother was easily becoming a confidant for him.

As Shawn cozied up to Hunter a little bit more, he thought about how much he would miss his partner being home. Not that he liked that Hunter was injured, absolutely not. But the thought of the bed being empty now made his chest tighten.

Shoo-ing those thoughts away, Shawn nuzzled his face into Hunter’s back. It was still early, and the plan was for Shawn and Hunter to workout together today, so as far as he was concerned, he had no reason to get up until they both decided to.

Eventually, Shawn dozed off again until he could feel his partner shifting around.

“Good morning,” Hunter’s voice was deep and silky, just the way Shawn liked it.

Shawn lifted his head and looked over Hunter’s shoulder, “Morning, how'd you sleep?”

“Better with you curling up next to me,” Hunter smirked and turned to pull Shawn into his chest.

Shawn let out a satisfied hum as he nuzzled into him. No matter how much Hunter tried to be menacing, to Shawn, he was just a big teddy bear.

Hunter gently scratched at Shawn’s scalp, relaxing him even more. He had been in such a better mindset since yesterday, he just hoped it would last.

“What’s the plan for today?” Hunter asked, closing his eyes again.

“Not sure,” Shawn lifted his head to look at the bedside clock briefly, “It’s still pretty early.”

“I wouldn’t be upset if that means I get another round of what I had last night,” Hunter lifted Shawn’s chin with a finger.

“Oh really?” Shawn couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face, “I’m sure we can make that work.”

Hunter was about to respond when a noise from outside of their bedroom startled them.

“Not sure how our guests would feel about that,” Shawn rolled his eyes and moved to get up, “I’ll go see what’s up. It’s probably Owen breaking our toaster.”

Hunter chuckled a little, “He’s not that destructive.”

“We’ll see,” Shawn snickered as he threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, “Coffee?”

“Yes please,” Hunter replied as he got comfy in the bed again.

Shawn left the room and headed for the kitchen, he didn't actually expect anyone else to be awake given the hour, but he stopped once he heard voices from the kitchen.

“What am I supposed to do? Just suck it up?” Bret said in a low tone.

Shawn assumed both of the Hart brothers had gotten up beforehand and were wreaking some kind of havoc in the kitchen, but the conversation seemed tense.

“I don't know,” Owen answered, his voice less hushed than his brother’s, “Talk to him?”

“There’s no point,” Bret said in a huff.

Interest peaked, Shawn decided to stay hidden from view so he could catch on to what the conversation was about. There was a stretch of silence before Owen continued.

“You can't keep everything bottled up, this is how you ended up in this mess.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Bret snapped in response, both of their volume still barely above a whisper, “Clearly, I wouldn't get what I want.”

What he wants? What could Bret be whining about now? He already had what he wanted as far as Shawn was concerned.

Owen kept trying, “I'm not saying you would, I'm just saying you'd probably feel better.”

“Oh my God, Owen,” Bret groaned, “Are you friends with all your exes?”

This was definitely not a conversation Shawn was supposed to be hearing. Part of him told him to run and jump back into bed with Hunter; that's where safety was, but the other half, the dumber half, insisted that he stay and listen.

Owen spoke louder than he meant to, “You’ll never be able to let go of your feelings for Shawn if you pretend they don't exist, Bret.”

Oh no.

Shawn felt his gut twist and his chest tighten; it was suddenly hard to breathe. He leaned against the wall, trying to digest what he just heard.

“Will you shut up? Their room is right there!” Bret’s tone was pinched as he scolded his little brother.

“Sorry, sorry,” Owen quieted down, “All I’m saying is that this is never going to end if you don't talk to him.”

“So that he can just laugh in my face? I told you, it’s pointless,” Bret sounded almost sad.

Before Shawn could gather himself and plan his escape, he was met with Bret coming around the corner. The brunette’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and Shawn quickly pushed himself away from the wall.

“Shawn-” Bret’s voice tremored.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. There were so many thoughts going through his mind all at once it felt like his world was caving in.

“I-” Shawn swallowed, unable to say anything.

Owen quickly appeared, having heard the chaos from in the kitchen, “Shit- Hey Shawn,” he tried to sound normal like they weren't just talking about something monumental.

The look on Bret’s face was one that Shawn had only seen once before. It was the look he made backstage after the Screwjob; It was hurt and confusion.

Bret stepped towards him but he quickly backed up, “Listen-”

He couldn't handle it anymore, Shawn turned and headed to the bedroom as fast as he could. Abandoning any thought of coffee or breakfast, trivial things were far from his mind now. As soon as he was in the room he saw that Hunter had fallen back asleep. Oh God, how would he tell him?

The bathroom was the only place to hide as Shawn tried to calm his racing heart. He splashed water on his face from the sink and prayed this was just some sort of bad dream. Not knowing what to do or where to go, he sat on the edge of the tub and put his head in his hands.

***

“Shawn?” Hunter’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door, “Babe, you've been in there awhile. You okay?”

Some time had passed. Shawn had no idea how long he’d been in the bathroom, maybe it had only been thirty minutes, maybe an hour. He didn't know and he didn't care.

How was he going to tell Hunter what he’d learned? Should he even tell him at all? Bret must have come up with some elaborate ruse to convince Hunter that they were friends just to get close to Shawn.

That thought alone made him furious. It didn't matter how many arguments or sleepless nights he had, no one fucked with Hunter. It didn't matter who it was.

He quickly tried to think of some sort of excuse and cleared his throat, “Yeah, just thought I'd do some- uh- some cleaning before you got up.”

Hunter opened the door, his hair was wild and he still had a sleepy look on his face, “You were taking a while in the kitchen, I didn't mean to fall back asleep.”

“That’s okay,” Shawn stood, his tone on edge.

He’d been hunched over so long he’d forgotten how badly his back was going to ache now. Hunter looked around the bathroom, there was clearly a lack of cleaning supplies out. It was practically impossible to get anything past the man, Shawn didn't know why he even tried.

“Something wrong?” Hunter asked, moving from the doorway.

Shawn tried to think of something quick, “Just- moving slow, I guess.”

That wasn’t technically a lie, but he just didn’t have the energy to talk about what had transpired yet. Shawn could barely gather his own thoughts, let alone explain to his partner what was going on.

“You still wanna hit the weights together?” Hunter asked.

Shawn quickly shook his head, “I think um- I think I need to workout alone today. I just want to see what I can do by myself.”

He hoped that made sense to his partner, that it would appeal to his competitive nature.

Though Hunter could clearly see that there was more to the story than Shawn was letting on, he gave Shawn a look and moved on, “Okay… I’m gonna get in the shower then.”

Shawn was grateful for his partner’s lack of questions, “Right.”

He moved to brush by Hunter, but the bigger man stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Be careful.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Shawn nodded and left the room.

Owen was pacing in the hallway when Shawn exited the bedroom, “How long have you been here?”

“Twenty minutes- thirty maybe? I don’t know, but we have to talk,” Owen looked stressed, more stressed than Shawn had ever seen him.

“You think?” Shawn responded, his voice slightly louder than he intended.

He didn’t need to worry about whispering with Hunter in the shower, but the principal still stood.

“You haven’t told Hunter yet have you?” Owen stopped his pacing and grabbed Shawn’s shoulders.

Shawn fought the urge to yank away from the blonde’s touch, “No, I haven’t told him. But if I had, it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

Bret had been lying the entire time. He was never friends with Hunter, he was only using him to get closer to Shawn. Why he would want that? Shawn had no idea; after everything that had happened, Bret shouldn’t want anything to do with him. Still having feelings for Shawn was another thing entirely.

“I get that- but just don’t tell him yet,” Owen was pleading.

“Why shouldn’t I? Your brother has been deceiving both of us this entire time, he doesn’t give a shit about Hunter’s concussion,” Shawn spat.

“That’s not true,” Owen stepped back, “He’s not that kind of person.”

“How do I know you haven’t been in on it the entire time either?”

It truly hurt his heart to say that. Shawn was starting to see the youngest Hart as a friend, something he didn’t have a lot of. The hurt look on Owen’s face showed him exactly how much his words stung.

“You think I would’ve let Bret come here if I’d known?”

That made sense, the Harts were not people to make rash decisions, but that didn’t change the frustration and confusion Shawn was feeling. It was all just too much.

Shawn sighed, hoping he hadn't upset Owen too much, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Me neither,” Owen’s shoulders slumped and he let go of Shawn, “Bret wants to leave, but I told him it would look bad. I don't know what he was thinking.”

It would’ve been pretty easy to come up with some sort of excuse, but Shawn understood where Owen was coming from. Unfortunately, he’d probably be forced to do what he’d been avoiding this entire time. Shawn felt his stomach sink as the feeling set in; he’d talk to Bret. About everything, or at least, he’d try.

“Is there any way you can distract Hunter while I talk to your brother?” Shawn asked with resignation in his tone.

“I can try, I make a mean protein pancake,” Owen tried to sound optimistic as he gestured down the hall, “He’s upstairs.”

“Thanks,” Shawn gave Owen a pat on the shoulder as he walked past.

Shawn hesitated as he made his way up the stairs. He had no idea what he was going to say to Bret, confrontation wasn't his strong suit, even though he’d done it quite a bit in the past. Mentally, Shawn was so exhausted from the situation that part of him wanted to pretend he never heard it, but that wouldn't fix anything.

He could hear movement in the guest room as he got closer, if he stopped now, he could turn around and bail, but that righteous voice that wanted to fix things in the back of his head urged him on.

The guest room door was half open as Shawn peaked in. Bret’s clothes were scattered haphazardly throughout the room, suitcase on the bed. If he was determined to leave, he certainly wasn't going about it in an organized way. Bret was sitting on the side of the bed facing away from the entrance.

Shawn didn't want to waste any more time and lightly rapped against the door. Bret turned quickly, almost as if he was spooked out of his thoughts. He didn't say anything as he slowly stood and faced Shawn, his expression was grim.

“Shawn-” Bret started.

“Don’t,” Shawn held up a hand and stepped further into the room, “Just let me say what I have to say…

Please.”

It was the only way Shawn could think to get his point across. He didn't want to yell or fight, he just wanted Bret to listen.

“You made Hunter think he was your friend-”

Bret tried to interrupt, “That’s not-”

“Just listen, Bret. Please,” Shawn pleaded as he closed the door behind him. He tried to keep his voice level, “I’m not sure what you thought coming here would accomplish, but if you wanted to make me feel stupid, then you succeeded.”

Insult aside, he continued, “I know you're not a bad person, and I know that I hurt you. But I can't just stand here and let you do the same thing to Hunter. He's not the bad guy here.”

Shawn wasn't sure if what he was saying made sense, he wanted it to be about himself as little as possible, but it didn't look like there was an easy way to go about that.

“Do you really think I would do that?” Bret gave Shawn a look like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“I don't know. I haven't talked to you in forever, how do I know you don't have ulterior motives?” Shawn crossed his arms, wanting to be as shut off from the conversation as possible.

“Do I need to remind you how we ended up in this mess in the first place?” Bret furrowed his brow, his patience thin.

No, he didn't. Shawn knew exactly how they got to where they were, and he knew that it was entirely his fault. Their relationship had already been on its downfall at the time, but The Screwjob was the catalyst that set everything aflame.

“This isn't about Hunter,” Bret carried on, “He’s my friend. I'm here because I care about him and we work well together. What you heard…”

He trailed off, but Shawn finished for him, “What? It was just a coincidence? Please, I'm not stupid.”

Bret scoffed, “God you're impossible to talk to, always have been.”

Typical Bret, immediately on the defensive. Why talk about the real reason all this was happening; when the remorse and anger could be pushed somewhere else?

“At least, I'm trying to change,” Shawn snapped back, “The only reason you're here is because I wanted to make things right.”

“Of course it is. Because you can’t sleep at night with all that weight on your shoulders,” Bret rolled his eyes, “You’re not sorry. You just want a clear conscience.”

Shawn’s eyes widened at that. Is that how Bret saw it? He couldn't see how truly sorry Shawn was? Yes, Shawn did want a clear conscience, but that didn't mean he wasn't mournful. He didn't want to make things right just to be done with it, he wanted to make things right because it was the right thing to do. Because he hurt people, and it took breaking his back to see how wrong he was.

Pain for pain. If this was Shawn’s karma, he should just deal with it. Suffer through it, but he knew that wasn't the correct answer. He just didn't understand how Bret could say such cruel things and still claim to have feelings for him. There was a sadness in Bret’s eyes that only Shawn knew he could see, and he pushed away the part of him that wanted to fix that. Bret’s emotions were his own to handle.

Shawn finally spoke after a long stretch of silence, “I wish you could see that I am, but I won't beg you for forgiveness.”

Bret didn't respond right away, he simply took in Shawn’s words and sighed.

“I won’t tell Hunter… yet,” Shawn added, “But he has to know at some point. If you leave now, he’ll have questions.”

At that, Shawn stepped out of the room and left Bret to his own devices. Whatever the Hitman decided now, was up to him. That conversation was far from over, but it was all Shawn could handle before he felt himself beginning to lock up.

***

The rest of the day was awkward. There was nothing to do and Shawn, as usual, was restless. He debriefed Owen on his conversation with Bret after going back downstairs, but that was it. They hadn’t come to a proper solution.

Everyone was to keep their mouths shut until Shawn decided to tell Hunter. Maybe he’d wait til the Harts were gone or maybe he’d say ‘fuck it’ and just light the impending fire.

Despite his back, Shawn lifted heavy that day and now he was paying the price for it. He considered downing an extra pill or two, or ‘going for a drive’ and hitting the closest bar he could find, but ultimately, his pride wouldn’t let him. Bret’s hurtful words still lingered in his mind, how the brunette thought he wasn’t truly sorry. It pissed Shawn off and if anything, made him more determined to prove the other man wrong.

Hunter, bless his heart, was none the wiser to the transgressions of that morning. Shawn was certain that his partner would see right through Shawn’s walls, he always had in the past. Maybe Hunter was so tired of all of it that he was just pretending that everything was fine.

Despite their awkward encounter in the bathroom, Hunter must have noted it as one of Shawn’s moods and moved on. If there was an awkwardness in the air, then Owen had been the saving grace. His chipper demeanor and overall optimism outshined Shawn and Bret’s ornery attitudes, thank God.

“I’m bored,” Owen whined, having flipped through the channels on the TV a good three times.

“You don’t have to be here, you know that right?” Bret griped from the opposite side of the room.

“Can we go out?” Owen took a look at his watch, ignoring his brother, “It’s almost seven, we’ve done nothing all day.”

“I don’t drink,” Hunter pipped in, he opened his mouth to continue but stopped, not wanting to speak for his partner.

Shawn picked up on Hunter’s hesitation, “I don’t drink anymore, at least, not for now.”

He earned a raised brow from Bret, the older man looking slightly surprised at what he had heard.

“We don’t have to go drinking,” Owen added, the younger Hart was clearly not used to being idle, “We could go out to eat or something.”

Bret scoffed, “As if Kayfabe isn’t dead enough. Shawn and I being seen in the same place would give Vince an aneurysm.”

The more Shawn thought about it, the more Owen made sense. Despite the fun he had with Owen at the Halloween store yesterday, it seemed like they were limited on things they could do outside of the house.

Four pro wrestlers cooped up in a house with no outlet, besides a few weights in the garage, was a spell for disaster. And considering the way things were already going, it couldn’t get much worse.

“Poker?” Hunter looked around for any opposition, “I have some old Cubans for special occasions too.”

Gambling and smoking? Shawn was certainly not opposed to giving into his lesser-tapped vices, but he honestly had never played a single hand while sober. Maybe he’d actually win for once.

“I’m down,” Owen’s eyes lit up, “What’s the pot?”

“Fifty to start,” Shawn scratched his chin, “Winner of the first round picks the next.”

“Cheapskate,” Bret huffed, “Get ready to lose.”

“I don’t need to win,” Shawn gave a sly look to his partner, “I just need Hunter to.”

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“Four hundred dollars?!” Shawn cried in horror as he watched Owen gather all the bills in the middle of the table and pull them towards him.

“You can always win it back,” Owen offered, glee in his voice.

Shawn looked to Hunter, “Four hundred dollars…”

“What am I supposed to do? You got cocky!” Hunter gestured to the cards scattered around the table, “I didn’t know Owen was good at poker.”

“Why do you think I was playing it safe?” Bret added with a laugh.

Shawn was in disbelief, “That’s what you always do, I just assumed you sucked at poker.”

“He’s gotta be cheating,” Hunter pointed in Owen’s direction, his accusation wasn’t serious, but there was agony in his voice, “No one beats me.”

“Well I just did,” Owen grinned and held out his hand, “It was the whole pot and the rest of your cigars I believe?” He made a grabbing motion with his hand.

“I might actually cry,” Hunter said in anguish as he watched his money vanish before his eyes and forked over his beloved case of Cuban cigars.

It wasn't like any of them were hurting for money, the good thing about their line of work was once it paid off, it really paid off. Shawn, Hunter, Bret, and Owen were all top performers no matter what company they performed in, but losing a big game of poker definitely took a shot at their pride.

Shawn knew he wouldn't win, so he wasn't surprised at all when his initial fifty dollars were blown. He had one of the worst poker faces known to the game, but watching Hunter get pummeled by Owen was like watching a warrior fall in battle. Hunter had very few vices, but he always seemed to luck out when it came to cards. His luck had unfortunately run out.

As Owen dealt out the next round, Shawn couldn't help but think about what was to come. He couldn't stay grounded in the moment and enjoy time with his partner and guests; not when one of those guests was staring him down like a target. Bret’s face was impossible to read, and even though they were supposed to be enjoying each other’s company, the awkwardness of the morning lingered.

Shawn felt his palms grow sweaty and inched his chair closer to Hunter.

“Hey, no looking,” Hunter pulled his cards toward his chest, oblivious to Shawn’s current state of anxiety.

The whole situation wasn't fair to anyone involved, Shawn wanted-no, needed to say something to his partner. Keeping Hunter out of the loop would only make things worse. But how would he react knowing that he willingly invited someone into his house who still had feelings for Shawn? It was easy for Owen to act nonchalant because at the end of the day, none of this was his problem.

It was better not to cause a scene, he’d tell Hunter in private.

As the evening went on Shawn did his best to keep up a facade, but every time he made eye contact with Bret, a mixture of emotions would punch him in the gut. The worst part about it was that he couldn't identify the feeling; it wasn't anger or hatred, but he wished it was. It leaned more toward understanding and ultimately, fear.

Fear that once Bret was gone this time, he’d be out of Shawn’s life for good.

[szollibisz]

I would also LOVE your headcanons about what Curt did in his "grieving period" (four years! Cynthia definitely knew what he and Owen Were) and do you think it was mostly drinking at his Mom's house.

Honestly I think he tried to deal with it alone at first. It just went horribly wrong. He asked for his leave, went home, then spiraled real hard.

He probably already had a drinking problem, (although this was the 50s, they defined "drinking problem" differently than we do now) but it really got out of hand around that time. I think he spent a few months in a cycle of misery, staying in bed all day, completely neglecting himself and his needs, drinking, crying, feeling horrible etc.

And then one day he just started seeing Owen. Weird flashbacks and hallucinations started happening and he felt like he truly lost it. I think that's the closest he got to wishing he was dead too.

But his stubbornness this time around was actually a good thing. He couldn't accept that his grip on reality was slipping or that this was how the rest of his life (however short) was going to be like.

I think that's when he went to his mother for help. He needed someone around, to not be completely alone and isolated, to gain back some structure in his days and to stop drinking every day. Mrs. Mega of course welcomed him home and did everything she could to make things better in her own overbearing and invasive way.

Curt started feeling a bit better, good enough to at least take care of himself again. The depression was still going strong, he still drank and he still saw Owen here and there, but at least he didn't actively want to blow his own brains out. He moved home, and tried to reclaim his life a little.

This is probably where his other coping mechanism started: drinking buddies! He's a pretty flirty guy, and seems like the kind of person to have a lot of casual sex, which is not a bad thing, but he uses it as coping with how much he hates himself deep down. And he's never hated himself as much as he did after Owen's fall. It was to at least somewhat convince himself he can move on and that Owen wasn't the last guy ever. Not that it worked, at all.

He was probably a bigger jerk around this time than ever. Finally able to face the reality of his actions but not ready to accept them yet. Taking care of himself again but not wanting reminders of the guy he once was. He probably started growing that beard around here, which I assume must've really lowered his chances with men.

He kept this going for years, until he couldn't anymore. As much as he missed Owen and felt guilty, he missed spying too. His #1 love has always been adrenaline, and sitting on his ass, sulking 24/7 was starting to really take its toll. He convinced himself Owen would want him back in the field, which is either really dumb or downright delusional of him, but it's okay because I love him.

Aaand this is where the show starts.

So yeah that's it 👍

[caradecema]

Again// Twister

Part 3

Summary: A love-hate relationship between a cold, could careless, Scott and happy, carefree Marian. The two of them are on different sides when it comes to chasing Tornadoes.

What could happen between the two of them when Tyler Owens is playing Cupid.

{Scott x OC fem}

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part 5

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A few more days had gone by with no tornados which had been weird.

Mirian had left for the farmers market one town up only taking Kate and Lily with her not wanting to take care of  Boone or Tyler. When they arrived a smile broke lose as they began to make their way to the little shops around the street. "I'll grab some snacks for the trip as well as some drinks" Lily shouted as she took leave. 

Kate and Marian did not speak much until Kate broke it "You and Tyler have been dating for long?" Kate asked making Marian look at her "Nah, he's my best friend that is all, I'm more into blackheads" Mar told her a small smile on her lips when she saw the look of relief on her face.

"So Scott?" Marian looked at her a smile fighting its way to her lips.

"I-I mean he is quite the sight but I just plan on staying a few weeks," Marian told her. "You and Tyler?" Kate gave her the same look back as she paid for some bread. "Same as you just here for a few weeks and am leaving" Marian nodded.

"But Scott is an ass" Kate added making Marian laugh as she bit into her toast. "Called me a hillbilly the other week... he has no filter it seems," Marian told her as the two of them sat on a bench as they waited for Lily. "Have you ever seen him smile?" She added causing Kate to laugh "No" Marian nodded a small laugh leaving her lips.

"10 bucks that I can make him laugh next time we are together" Kate gave her a look before grinning. "Deal."

It was not long before Lily came back with two bags the three of them headed back to Tyler's truck as they headed back to the motel where the others waited for them.

Kate and Marian left for their rooms to change and go to the pool to cool off since it was more than likely the last time they would be able to relax since they were heading off tomorrow.

The two of them had stayed in the pool for a few hours only leaving when Lily called for them so that they could eat.

Now that she thought about it she had not seen Scott at all today. It was nice not having his judgment stare on her anytime the two of them saw each other.

As she made her way to her room Marian stumbled on Scott the taller boy looking down at her making her smile. "Are you joining us tonight?" She asked making Scott look at her, his eyes on her breast once more making her smirk as she crossed her arms making them bigger.

Scott's eyes stayed on them, then went lower when he saw she had the towel wrapped on her stomach.

"Maybe," he told her after a pause taking his gaze off her breast and focusing on her face. "Come on give me a smile! Is that so hard?" She asked as she grabbed his arm. Her eyes widened when she felt the muscles under her touch. She couldn't help but press her legs together at the thought of them wrapped-

Scott gave her a look as he took his arm back.

"No, I'll smile when I want... Not because you asked me to" Marian let out a sigh of annoyance "See this is why you haven't gotten laid" She told him "Who says I haven't?" He asked.

"Look you may be handsome and have a nice body but I know a virgin when I see one," She told him.

That's what got him to smirk. "You think I am handsome and have a nice body?" Marian gave him a dumbfounded look "That's all you cared about?" She asked him her hand resting on her hip.

"Before I forget." She opened her bag looking for something before pulling it out. "Here, my apologies for your shirt," She told him as she gave him a new pack of gum "If I remember correctly you like the mint one from this brand" Scott looked at her then at the gum.

Scott didn't say much as he took it from her, Marian stared at him as he opened one and shoved it in his mouth making her smile "See you around Scotty!" She added purposely touching his hand with her own making Scott turn his eyes following her every move.

Marian's eyes were on his as she sent him a wink followed by a kiss.

Scott took a deep breath as she went into her room his eyes following her hips as she moved them side to side before disappearing into her doom just to pop her head out and send him another kiss, he was about to walk to her when she shut the door.

Scott stared at the door the only thing on his mind was the droplets of water running between her breasts making him get a hard-on. "Fuck" he whispered as he made his way to his room.

By early morning Tyler had left with his team. They had gotten news that up a few miles from where they were there would be a few tornadoes throughout the day. "It's going to take us at least 2 hours to get there a motel should be near the area where it should be happening" Marian spoke as she sent the location of the motel to Kate.

"Got it" Tyler spoke as he put the music louder making Boone and her smile as they sang out loud.

When they made it, it was midday making them smile as the van parked allowing them to take a look around the area. "By the way the wind is picking up it shouldn't take long for the first one to start forming" Tyler spoke as he looked up making Marian nod as she looked down at her tablet the colors began to change letting her know it would be any second now.

"You got to be shitting me!!" Tyler barked when he saw the familiar white trucks of Javi and his team.  While he didn't care much for them he needed a break from them every so often. "We have enough space for all of us," Mar told him as she made her way to the truck to get away from the rain that was on its way.

"What do you see?' The familiar voice of Kate sounded making her smile. "Probably an EF2 for most of them, the wind is not that strong and the data that I am seeing we should be good" Kate smiled as she began to take pictures of the sky.

"You should tell Tyler of that idea you had... he is more down for that crazy shit" Mar added making Kate nod as she went to join Tyler who was quick to smile at Kate and make a fool of himself causing Mar to roll her eyes.

Looking down she went back to her tablet checking the pattern of the upcoming tornado until she felt something cold hit her cheek "What the-" Looking up she saw Scott holding a cold Sprite to her cheek. "What's this for?" She asked taking the sprite and opening it offering him some. "No, thanks," he told her making her shrug.

"Shouldn't you be tapping away in your tablet and writing stuff down on your clipboard?" She asked making him roll his eyes as he placed his sunglasses down. "Shouldn't you be doing the same, shortcake?" He asked making her mimic him.

"Go fuck yourself, since that is all you can get," She told him as she down the rest of her sprite. Scott gave her a look a grin forming on his lips as he bent down "You know you want this" Scott murmured in her ear as he took his hat back making her chock on the sprite.

"You fucker!" She shouted as he left leaving her a coughing mess. "I'm getting you back" She whispered as she tossed the bottle to the back of the truck. Looking down she saw her tablet going haywire making her raise an eyebrow as she turned it off. "Tyler one is forming hurry up!" She shouted as Tyler nodded making his way to her side and buckling up.

"You ready?" Tyler laughed making her smile as the cameras began to roll. "While it's a smaller one but if you see it?" Tyler shouted as the comment section of the live began to go wild.

"Hurry" Mar shouted when she saw the Tornado begin to near them. A grin formed on her lips as Tyler pressed the bottom allowing the truck to dig into the ground to not get sucked into the tornado.

As the tornado engulfed them, Kate, Javi, and Scott looked at them. Scott couldn't help but fidget with his shirt praying that crazy woman didn't get herself killed when he saw them on the other side a sigh of relief left his lips. "I got some of the data" Javi spoke as he taped away on the computer.

Marian laughed as they drove to where Kate, Javi, and Scott were. Her hair was a mess as they came to a stop. Tyler laughed ruffling it even more. "You guys should try it sometime, it's fun," Marian told them her eyes on Scott who was within reach of her. "I'll take this back, Scotty" She smiled as she grabbed his hat again.

"Time to go, little one!" Tyler shouted as he hit the gas. Scott couldn't help but mimic Tyler and his stupid nickname for Marian as he saw them drive off. Kate held back a grin when she saw him but quickly left to Javi's side.

After an hour of doing this Tyler and them had left back to the motel after Marian told him that the other tornados that would form were 4's and up and that they would be idiots to stay.

Mar had warned Javi and his team but as always Scott had blown her off. When Tyler and them arrived back at the motel Mar went straight to her room in need of a nap.

It wasn't long for her to wake up to the rings of her phone. A grunt left her lips as she turned wondering who was calling her when she picked up her phone she saw Scott's name. "When the fuck did I add him?' She wondered as she answered the call.

"We need help, here's our location" That's all he said as the call ended making Marian go into panic mode as she got off the bed and made her way to Tyler's room.

She began to knock until Tyler came out a look of confusion on his face until she told him what was going on. Boony had met them by the truck as Tyler quickly started it and hit the gas. Mar gave him directions to where they were.

"Tyler hurry up!" Marian shouted when they saw the tornado getting closer to Javi, Kate, and Scott. "I'm going as fast as I can," He told her. Marian had moved to the back pushing Boone to the front as she got ready to open the door. Javi, Kate, and Scott began to run their way when their truck started to be pulled away by the tornado.

The closer they got the more Marian cursed them off she had warned them to not get close to the tornado and what had they done? The fucking opposite. Tyler was able to get to them making Mar smile as she opened the door and hopped down to allow them to climb back up when they did Mar was quick to do the same.

Tyler had hit the gas making her fall back into someone's lab when she saw who it was she looked to see if she could sit elsewhere but it was full.

Puta madre, she murmured as she sat back in Scott's lab. "Well, there goes my truck" Javi spoke turning back to them with a sad smile on his face. "Que no te dije que no fueras? Estes tonto o te haces? (Didn't I tell you not to go? Are you stupid? Or what?)" Marian asked. "Uuuh" Boone started just to shut up when he saw Marian glaring at him.

Javi didn't say much and just turned his body away from her as if he were a child who had just gotten scolded by his mother. Forgetting that she was in Scott's lab she began to move around only to stop when she felt two strong arms pin her in place. 

"Stop that" Scott mumbled into her neck as he hid his face in the crook of it. Mar went wide eye went she felt how hard he was underneath her. She had to stop herself from moving as she felt his hot breath on her neck making her wet.

Looking up she saw Tyler smirking at her making her roll her eyes as she allowed herself to lay back into Scott's body. The two of them didn't say much the ride back only from the small curses that would leave Scott's lips anytime the truck would jump which Mar knew Tyler was doing on purpose by the way he looked back at her each time.

The grip Scott had on her hips never faltered as he tried to prevent her from doing more friction with him. "Could you be a little more careful" Mar hissed. "Why? Little one?" He teased making her glare at him "I thought you like the bumpy road" This made her stand slapping him on the back of the head as she sat down again putting Scott in more misery as he snaked his arms in her torso so she wouldn't do something stupid like that again.

When they finally made it back to the hotel Marian was the first one out handing Scott her sweater so that he would cover his hard-on. That was all she did as she left for her room to change into something less wet. When she came out she met up with the others to get something to eat and get a shot of liquor for the scare.

"Where is Scott?" Mar asked when she noticed he wasn't with his people. "Hasn't come out of his room" Javi told her making her nod as she ordered two burritos to go and two shots. "I'll see you guys tomorrow" She smiled as she left for Scott's room.

Marian - Open the door

It wasn't long before his door opened a look of confusion on his face when he saw her "I didn't see you at the cafe so I brought you some food" She told him. Scott nodded moving out of the way and letting her in. "I didn't know what you like so I got you a burrito and a shot for the scare" She smiled. "I wasn't scared," he told her as he took a bite of the burrito. "Yeah right" She laughed.

"Still you guys are stupid," She told him as she bit into her own burrito. "You could have died... I mean you guys could have died" She told him.

Scott didn't say much as he ate his burrito. "Well, we didn't. There is no need to worry about what ifs" he told her making her scoff. "Do you always have to be such an ass?' She asked him. "Do you always have to be so sensitive?" He shot back making her glare at him as she stood shoving what was left of her burrito into the bag. He couldn't help but curse himself.

"Sensitive? I wasn't the one that got a hard" She shouted as she left for the door just to stop by an arm. "I'm sorry," He told her "Go fuck yourself!" She told him pushing him away. "How about you fuck me?" He told her making her stop as she turned around. A raised eyebrow as she saw him smirk at him. "You only smile when you ask people to fuck you?" She asked.

"It depends if the person is around this tall, has dark hair, hazel eyes-" Marian cut him off pushing him into the bed and climbing on his lap as she kissed him. The kiss was headed as Scott explored her body and Mar straddled him. The two of them fought for dominance in the end Scott won as he flipped them. Mar lay with her back to the bed as Scott's hand pulled down her shorts.

It wasn't long for their clothes to be scattered around the room. Heavy moans and grunts filled the room as the two of them enjoyed each other's bodies.

The two had fucked for what seemed like all night. Marian hadn't noticed what time the two of them dozed into sleep.

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[romanstheory]

Match Me a Roman Reigns One Shot

Roman x female

Warnings : smut, language, risk of being caught

Word count : 900

18 +

Since I am debuting today, Hunter thinks it’s time to reunite with Solo and finish the job with Kevin and Alexa. The only thing standing in my way of reuniting with Solo is Roman Reigns. He kind of runs things on the main roster, but that’s never intimidated me. I haven’t gotten this far tip toeing around others and I’m not going to start now. The show opens with Roman addressing the crowd and Kevin Owens. I quickly walk over to the entrance to the ramp into the arena. “Play my music” I demand to the tech guy.

My music begins blasting and the crowd roars as I walk out into the arena. Solo’s face lights up almost making him break his seemingly permanent scowl. Roman’s face twists up in confusion. I make my way to the ring, Solo sitting on the ropes to let me in as Roman shoots him a look of disapproval. I pull Solo into a tight hug, it felt like forever since I had seen my best friend. “I hate to break up the reunion…… but what the hell are YOU doing here” Roman says sending me a look of absolute disapproval.

“Don’t worry Joe, I’m not here for you” I begin as the crowd roars with a loud oooo. “I’m here because Solo and I have unfinished business with Kevin and Alexa”. Roman frowns and looks over at Solo. “I don’t give a damn about none of that” Roman barks at me “you think you can come in my ring and start giving orders to MY cousin”. I let out a sarcastic laugh, letting the crowds reaction fizzle out. “No… I’m in MY rings telling MY friend we still got business to handle” I bark back at Roman, getting closer to him. He’s a lot bigger than I am, but I’ve never cared about that any way. I look up, staring dead into those dark brown eyes of his. Part of me wanted to punch him square in the jaw and the other part wanted him to fold me up like a pretzel, and I think he knew that.

“I’m big dog! This is my show! This is my ring! Who the hell do you think you are?” Roman continues to bark. I smirk at Roman’s anger as Jimmy, Jey, Solo, and Sami stare at us both wondering what’s going to happen next. You could cut the tension between us with a knife. “Well big dog, if you don’t step aside and be quiet you’re going to have a bug problem” I say never breaking eye contact. The rest of the bloodline looks on in disbelief.

The night wraps up and backstage empties out. I can hear Roman in a nearby office bitching to Hunter. I laugh to myself as I walk passed and hear the door shut. “Hey” I hear him say. I turn around seeing a still irritated Roman walking towards me. “What the fuck was that” he says. “What was what” I say with a smirk. I swear you could see steam shooting from his ears. “You made it seem like I was bitch out there” he continues. “Did I? Or have you just finally met you match, and you’re embarrassed that your match is a woman half your size” I say sharply. Roman goes silent for a while just staring at me. “Or is it because you know you want to pick me up right now and fuck the frustration out of me” I say giggling and turning around to walk away.

I feel Roman grab my arm firmly. He pulls me in close to his body, his cologne smells like heaven. He picks me up, pushing me against the wall and pressing his soft lips against mine. I wrap my legs around his thick torso as his big hands squeeze my firm ass. I begin ripping my clothes away while he unbuckles his pants. Neither of us are thinking about if anyone is left in the building to see us, we really wouldn’t care anyway.

He picks me up again, pressing himself into me causing me to gasp at his size. He pins my arms against the wall and begins stroking. He glides into me like he has a point to prove. He plants kisses on my neck sending shockwaves down my spine. This man both infuriates me and sends me into a lustful frenzy. I push my arms off of the wall while he continues to stroke me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing his face into my breasts. He slips one into his mouth effortlessly and I can already feel my climax riding.

He moans into my breast as his strokes become sloppy. I reach my climax and yell loudly while Roman quickly covers my mouth. He lets out a muffled groan as he quickly pulls out, shooting his load at the wall under me. We both stare at each other, breathing heavily. “Hello?” We hear a familiar voice from around the corner. We rush and put ourselves back together. Sami turns the corner “Oh….. what are you guys doing?” He says looking at the two of us. “None of your business” Roman says emotionless “Go tell Solo start training for his mixed tag match” Roman glances over at me……. I always get what I want.

[amazingmsme]

Okay but what about some of your favorite headcanons that aren’t tickle related? For Curt and Owen, or any of Hatchetfield, whatever you wish. Just curious to hear what you’re thinkin’! 🎤

Think I’ll stick to the spy boys for now just so it won’t get too long cause I already know I’m gonna get carried away lol

So just like we see at the beginning, Curt & Owen love fucking around with the bad guys they find on their missions & “use them for sport” as Owen says. & they love to rub it in their faces just how damn good they are that they can just use them for fun in their own little games

Sometimes they get more roughed up if the other is the one interrogating them. They’re both masochists who never want to admit defeat, so yeah they’ve walked away with blood & broken bones (only minor breaks but STILL)

Curt loves playing with the spy gadgets regardless of how many times Barb tries to warn him, or how many times he ends up hurting himself with them zksvksjaz. He never tells her when he does it tho because that will just end up in a lecture

Curt & Owen will mock each other’s bosses to make each other laugh after they get chewed out for being dumb & reckless

They have to share hotel rooms quite often to “save the agencies money” & before they actually got together it was just straight up torture for them

The first time they had to share a bed on one of these missions, they were both freaking out internally & trying to play it cool. But then Owen found out Curt hogs all the blankets & suddenly he wasn’t feeling so smitten, just pissed off & cold

They flirt in the job soooo much it should be obvious at this point

One of the first epiphanies that Owen has about his partner comes when Curt fixed his tie for him & Owen was a little off his game for the rest of the night because he kept thinking about Curt’s hands so close to his throat & his lips in perfect kissing distance

They absolutely help each other pick out their outfits when they go undercover

After they get together, they play a game where they talk about what their lives would be like if they weren’t spies & they just make up a whole ass fake domestic life for them where they adopt a dog, then a cat (as practice) & when they’re “ready” they adopt a kid & have a happy lil family

They also play this game where they pretend they went into different professions & make up different ways they met each other

Curt is great at poker & wins most of the time they play

Before they met, Curt really wasn’t a tea guy, but Owen makes him “real” tea & makes him realize he actually likes it as long as it’s made right. Perks of dating a Brit

They have matching daggers carved with the other’s name. The height of romance

Cynthia has her suspicions about them, but they work so well together she couldn’t care less. That’s none of her business & tbh she couldn’t care less

Curt is actually a pretty good cook because he’s a momma’s boy & helped out in the kitchen any chance he got. But once they got together, he wanted to blow Owen away with his skills & made a candlelit romantic dinner with garlic bread & spaghetti & meatballs & a huge salad & Owen was literally speechless. YES they did the lady & the tramp thing where they kiss on the same noodle & they kept trying until they got it right!

Ok I held off long enough, here’s a few nsfw headcanons. No minors beyond this point, I’ll kick your ass

Ok but they’ve LITERALLY had a dick measuring contest. Like, they got out the tape measure to see whose is bigger. & no I’m not gonna say, y’all decide for yourselves. There’s no WAY I’m sparking that kind of debate

They legit take turns on who tops & bottoms

You’d expect it to be rough kinky sex, but it’s actually the most tender lovemaking ever ok they love each other more than anyone & they take their time exploring each other’s bodies

Of course when the time is right they absolutely get kinky with it

Their fake interrogations take a turn like 50% of the time (only after they’ve killed everyone in the building)

Even the interrogations that don’t end like that still get them both all hot & bothered. Owen especially loves the roleplay element

They kinda really like the thrill of almost getting caught so they’ve definitely hooked up when others are around

Ok that’s all I got. If you stuck around this long congrats, here’s your prize ⭐️

[nofucknway135]

Disaster Lineage Headcanons: Part 1

Obi Wan was born to a family of space sheep farmers in eastern Stewjon; he was given to the Jedi at the age of one and a half due to his natural affinity for animals; specifically, large fuck-off predators. After one too many heart attacks at seeing their precious baby boy happily playing with or napping next to a giant deadly predator, his parents tracked down a wandering Jedi and asked them to please take him to the Temple before he brought home any more wild animals

Obi Wan has a little brother, Ori Vahn, or Owen, and about twenty nine cousins of various ages; the Kenobi clan is absolutely massive and all of them are very proud of their Jedi family member

Count Dooku and Obi Wan had actually met prior to Geonosis; little Komari frequently borrowed baby Obi Wan from the creche, loudly declaring he was going to be her padawan when she was Knighted and she was utterly enraged when she found out that her ridiculous weed-smoking older brother who never came around for dinner anymore got to him first

Feemor was not repudiated by Qui Gon; after his whirlwind of a second padawanship under Qui Gon “Will of the Force '' Jinn, he just wanted some goddamn peace and quiet and so he joined the Temple Guard. He still goes to lineage dinner, Obi Wan and Jinn just never see him because Jinn is chronically late to every lineage dinner in hopes of avoiding Yoda’s swamp stew. He is never successful.

Obi Wan wasn’t being permanently assigned to Bandomeer after that fight with Bruck; he was supposed to be going on a meditative assignment to help him realize that the Corps weren’t less important than Knighthood, but the docent didn’t explain it properly and his anxiety blew everything out of proportion

Xanatos made a joke about Feemor being a lowly farmer exactly one more time after the sparring match where Qui Gon told him off; Feemor responded by ‘planting’ his ass in the mud in the Room of a Thousand Fountains

Feemor was Qui Gon’s first padawan whose training he took on about half way through Fee’s apprenticeship, so they were more like college student and TA; Xanatos was Qui Gon’s second apprentice, but the first whose training he entirely oversaw, and he gave the kid way more freedom than he should have because Feemor was at the age where he didn’t need a ton of supervision and Dooku, while extremely loving and attentive, had the tendency to be a little too strict and overbearing, so Quiggs overcorrected; with Obi Wan, he was struggling with the fear of failing another padawan so he was overly strict and critical in the beginning, then tried to course-correct and ended up as a mix between the weed uncle and overbearing mother hen by the end

Sifo Dyas’ condition made it so he would likely never have a padawan of his own, but he and Jocasta helped Dooku raise Rael and Qui Gon; by the time Komari came around though, Sifo was struggling too much to be more involved than simply a shoulder to cry on, although as Komari’s little crush grew, she pulled away from Sifo and everyone else because she was embarrassed and jealous in equal measures

Komari’s crush on Dooku started when she was like fifteen, and it was mostly a mixture of hero worship and ‘crush on Mom’ type affection (‘crush on Mom’ being a developmental stage while a child is figuring out love and affection where they latch onto their primary caretaker as a source of that love and affection) rather than truly sexual or romantic; she just wanted him to see her as a capable adult, but it became a much bigger problem when she refused to admit it to anyone who could help her work through it and it started negatively affecting her judgment on missions

Sifo Dyas, Jocasta, and Dooku were in a poly relationship for most of their lives, although it petered out once Dooku left the Order due to Dooku being both a political leader and him not being honest with them about the whole Sith bullshit; Jo and Sifo still remained close until Sifo’s death after Naboo

Dooku, Cin Drallig, and Kit Fisto are all lineage brothers but with slightly different relationships; Dooku and Cin were more like close cousins, while Dooku and Kit were like responsible uncle and nephew (giving Kit extra lessons in saberwork and teaching him how to drive a speeder properly) and Cin and Kit were like fun older cousin and baby cousin (sneaking him treats and taking him to his first bar)

Qui Gon’s obsession with prophecy and distrust of visions did actually stem from Sifo Dyas; he remembers how miserable and sick visions made Sifo Dyas, how on his bad days he might be raving at shadows and his worse days could land him in the Halls of Healing. He also remembers that on his good days they used to read together; baby Qui Gon loved prophecies and Master Sifo was the only one who would read them with him, pointing out that even though the future was always in motion, prophecies had a way of coming true in the most unexpected ways; this was part of the reason why he always stressed remaining in the moment with Obi Wan despite his own fixation on prophecy

The minute Qui Gon was brought to the Temple, Dooku immediately went “Mine!”. Jo and Sifo had to occasionally drag him out of the creche, reminding him to at least wait until the boy could put on his own clothes and tie his shoes before taking him on as a padawan; he did in fact wait (no, he did not teach the boy to put on his own clothes and tie his shoes, that would be cheating) but Qui Gon still had a padawan braid before he hit double digits

Obi Wan is a very cuddly individual and he runs cold; he tends to layer up no matter what season it is and sleeps in a pile of blankets when in his quarters; his bed is less of a bed and more of a den

Anakin is absolutely a prude and mistakenly thinks Obi Wan “Layers are my best friend” Kenobi is too

Obi Wan can cook but not bake, Ahsoka can bake but not cook, and Anakin’s ability to do either is solely dependent on whether or not he’s stimulated enough at the moment

Rael and Qui Gon were very close growing up, and it broke Qui Gon’s heart when Rael took the permanent posting on Pijal and stopped calling home

Despite his love for space-weed, Qui Gon was actually very modest and conservative in dress and behavior; the only person he ever had a romantic/sexual relationship with was Tahl

Tahl Uvain, Mace Windu, and Qui Gon Jinn were in the same creche clan; they all remained very good friends despite Qui Gon giving Mace a headache all the damn time

Qui Gon used to call Obi Wan “little imp” as a form of endearment and would tug on his padawan braid; Master Dooku also used to tug on Qui Gon’s braid, but Dooku is allergic to pet names

Dooku is absolutely horrendous with any sort of gun or blaster, but he’s amazing with all kinds of bladed weapons, especially swords; Sifo Dyas however, is a terrifyingly accurate shot with a blaster and has won several fights by using his backup blaster on unsuspecting opponents 

Obi Wan learned how to shoot a sniper rifle from Madame Nu, who was reigning champion of the Temple sharpshooting competition; for smaller blasters, he learned from Master Sifo Dyas and Master Tholme, who also instructed him in several Shadow techniques along with Quinlan

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jack quinn x owen power primer: 2225

that is far too many twos in a ship portmanteau BUT

hello all who are now here on the bandwagon because the sabres posted a Photo and you are curious about who and what this ship is. luckily for you, i have been hiding little clips and things for them like a little gremlin for pretty much the entire year. so i can in fact educate!!!!! so please, if you are interested in this ship's Potential, continue under the cut for all the fun rpf things

first of all, WHO is the ship:

owen power - you know him. 20 years old, umich alum, buffalo sabres rookie, looks like a who. quiet but steady on the ice, hockey boy with glasses, first overall pick in the draft but also in everyone's heart

jack quinn - golden retriever ass boy!!!!!! 21 years old, buffalo sabres rookie, loves eating beavertails. always happy, never sad, literally is like the team slut (affectionate).

so there!!! now you know the ship. a calm guy being bombarded with a silly little guy's whole energy. besties to lovers. yin and yang except jack makes owen fun sometimes.

okay next...how did they get together???

nobody knows. i'm not even joking!!!! maybe it was just a mix of the sabres vibes and being lonely alongside both being ontario guys and rookies together that brought them closer. but they're so tenderly in love that it is palpable to everyone, and they just click. one day, it all just happened.

okay so here's what we're all actually here for; Their Moments

a video montage first because i couldn't just choose one video to include of them

AND NOW PHOTOS

just look. LOOK. the soft way owen's eyes are closed and the way jack is so clearly smiling. owen's leaning down too and UGHHHH they just hold each other just so

see!!! jack makes owen silly, look at those faces. guarantee you they giggled with each other about this after.

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. H E I G H T DIFFERENCE!!!!!!! 7 inches officially i think, but probably more considering i'm sure that jack lies about his height. plus look at how much BIGGER owen is compared to jack.

i don't have any official headcanons yet for them (but fic coming soon teehee), but i will be back with an extended post probably with any that i have!!!!! just look at them, it's so clear they're in love, you cannot deny it.

thank you for coming to my ted talk and hope you guys end up with a new sabres ship