#Pierce/Gabby

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Now that I have written 18 (!!) Donald Pierce fics, I figure it’s probably time to organize them a bit for tumblr! So here we go!

Your Mercy’s Got Teeth, Baby: Here’s the thing. It’s technically in all of the Reavers’ contracts that they give Alkali-Transigen blanket permission to perform medical testing on their bodies after death. Donald just hadn’t figured that would still apply to someone who got revived. On the run from Alkali, Donald Pierce finds himself short on options and friends. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Logan is none too happy to see him again.

Heart, for a Loss: Five times Donald Pierce thinks he’s in love, and one time he actually is. (CW: non-con, underage)

Stand at Attention: After a tough mission, Donald Pierce and Frank Castle share some alone time.

What Nightmares May Come: The Corinthian reacquaints himself with Donald Pierce. (CW: implied non-con, implied child abuse)

What Good Girls Get: Truth be told he’d been expecting something more in line with ‘power-drunk cop’ or ‘horny marine’ when Gabby had brought up the whole roleplaying thing a few weeks back. But he guesses he can’t begrudge her having a type, even if it means he’s gotta be some butch dyke at the grungiest lesbian bar in Mexico City. Donald figures he can be a good girl. Just this once, and just for her.

Twice Shy: Stranded in the past, Logan expects to spend the next few decades blowing his time and his cash on cheap alcohol in dead-end small towns. He doesn’t expect eighteen-year-old Donald Pierce, pretty, bitchy, smart as a whip, and on the doorstep of the rest of his life.

3AM After the End: While the mutant children continue on to the border, Logan is captured by what’s left of the Reavers. So is Donald Pierce. Turns out, they aren’t all too happy with their old boss. (CW: non-con)

Rinse and Repeat (and Repeat and–): Woulda, coulda, shoulda might as well be on Donald Pierce’s tombstone. Instead of dying, he finds himself continuously repeating the day that started it all, and gets to find out if he would, if he could, and if he should. (CW: non-con)

Colorful Places series (completed: yes)

Friendly Favors, at Cost: Gabby had been expecting a bullet to the back of the head for her role in helping Laura and the others escape. Instead she gets a suite in a ritzy hotel, courtesy of Donald Pierce.

The Marrying Kind: Gabby and Pierce struggle to settle into their new life in hiding. Gabby realizes something’s gotta change.

A Study of Similarities series (completed: yes)

Variations on a Theme: Donald Pierce meets a different version of himself. He’s still deciding if he likes him.

Three and Just Begun: Donald Pierce tags along when Doc Donnie gets a booty call. He has a better time than he expected.

Winning’s in the Way We Lie: For some reason, there's no "Yes, I want to reveal deep and disturbing truths about our shared sexual histories with my clone" answer on the clonefucking poll. Donald wouldn't pick it, but maybe Doc would.

Where Wolves Fear to Prey series (completed: yes)

Good-Time Boy: It’s the first time in ages Donald Pierce hasn’t wanted to be the first guy out of the room. After a month of playing engineer for the Blackguard mercenaries, Donald is actually sorry to leave. Apparently they feel the same way, because he gets a surprise going-away party… and then the surprises just keep coming. (CW: past non-con, accidental non-con)

Like a Virgin: Donald wants to get fucked. He doesn’t want to have to like it.

Perfect Reflection series (completed: yes)

Deja Blues: Ty Shaw sees the taciturn stranger at the bar and sees an opportunity for some fun. It’s a pity the stranger sees something – or maybe someone – else.

Difference of Degrees: Ty thinks he’s just signing up for some sexy, naughty roleplay when Logan asks him to be sorry. Ty may be in over his head.

Belly of the Beast: Ty’s not in the mood. Logan is. (CW: non-con)

[rhynehoward]

©️ catherine steenkeste

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Antonio Dawson: Miraculously 

“If my brother is being too pushy, I can tell him to back off.” Gabby offered as she watched her brother walk over to the bar to get another round of drinks. You looked over at Antonio. He fulfilled all your bad boy fantasies, tall, tatted olive skin, pierced, with an infinity for dark color and a leather jacket. He held a silent arrogance you had no doubt he could back up. He also had a charming devil-may-care way of talking and a panty-wetting smile. The attention and flirting was flattering. Normally you would jump with little thought but were still feeling the sting of your last bad relationship and had no want to repeat it, let alone with a friend's brother. 

“It’s not that,” You assure as you take another drink, “Antonio is very...” You eye Antonio appreciatively as he leans on the bar talking to a few of the firefighters while waiting for your drinks. You laughed as you returned eye contact to Gabby, and she raised her eyebrow with a mischievous look. 

“If you're interested, then what is the problem?” You sigh leaning back into the booth chair running your fingers through your hair to gather it up into a ponytail before realizing you don’t have a hair tie and dropping it back down. You bring your eyes back up to Gabby's analyzing gaze. 

“I just got out of a relationship a few months back, it was a bad one. Messed with my head more than I would like to admit.” Her brown eyes softened as she nodded for you to continue. You looked back over at Antonio, and she assured you he would still be awhile. He was a gossiper. “Okay, well the cliff notes version is this.” 

When Antonio gets back to the table, you have already headed to the bathroom. He sat down in front of his sister and raised his eyebrows, “So,” When Gabby wasn’t forthcoming with the information he pressed on, “I didn’t stand at the bar listening to Mouch’s conspiracy theories because I wanted to. I did it to give you time to find out if she was interested.” Gabby pressed her lips together in a thin line while looking at her brother, “I can’t get a good read on her and I know you found something out, so spill it.” 

“Antonio,” Her tone said that he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Antonio curses under his breath but settles back into the booth in reignition. “No, she is interested but...” Gabby’s eyes glanced up to see you heading out of the bathroom and back to the table. “You need to ease up. She had a bad breakup and the guy she was with was a level one asshat that did her dirty.” Antonio let that information settle. He sat up a straighter confidence coming back to his posture. He had a chance and that was all he really needed. The rest was just minor details. Gabby quieted as she saw you heading back to the table.   

You sipped on the drink Antonio brought over and went along with his flirting. When your drink was gone, he offered to buy another round for you and Gabby. You declined saying you had to get home. “I can drive you.” You missed the exasperated look Gabby gave him as you shrugged on your jacket.  

“I don’t want to impose. Isn’t it out of your way?” You fought between wanting to spend more time with Antonio and knowing that it was a mistake to be alone with him. He waved away your concern and you soon find yourself in the passenger seat of his car listening to classic rock at low volume. When he gets to your apartment building, he parks the car and walks you up to your apartment door. It’s late and it would make him feel better to see you get into your apartment safely. You give him a smile as you stop at your door. “This is me,” Your breath catches when you turn to look back at him. He is bracing himself against the door frame angling into your space. The heat of arousal flickers through you as your back hits the door. 

It had been a long time since you had had any kind of sexual contact. Your body says that Antonio Dawson is the prime and only candidate to remedy that. The air sizzled and snapped with raw hot heat. He leaned in closer the smell of leather and musky cologne overwhelming your senses. He leaned in for a kiss, stopping just a few inches from your face. You shared his breath for a long moment fighting the urge to lean up. Warning bells sound loudly in your head, and you pull back. “I should go in.” Antonio for his part was graceful in the ordeal. He takes a step back giving you space. You unlock the door and turn back to give him a halfhearted smile, “Thanks again for the ride, Antonio.” 

“Anytime,” The door had barely closed, and Antonio was pulling out his phone as he was backing up. “Hey Gabby, yeah, I know, I know.”  

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“You are coming, Antonio?” Jay asked as he leaned back into the unmarked police car. Antonio was still behind the wheel.  

“No, I have an... unsanctioned stop to make. I have to stop by a house and have a talk with someone.” Jay eyed Antonio perceptively before nodding.  

“This has to do with the chick at the bar?” When Antonio doesn’t respond, Jay continues. “That hot one, that you been flirting with for the last few months? Yeah, she looks like trouble.” Jay climbs back into the passenger seat. “I’m not going to let you get in trouble by yourself.” He leaned back in the seat and gestured for Antonio to drive.  

Antonio slammed on the wooden door with his fist. A loud echoing cop knock. When the door opened to reveal a less-than-outstanding white man in his late twenties Antonio couldn’t understand what you had ever possibly seen in him.  

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You opened the door to see Antonio at your door. Your eyebrows furrow at him. He hadn’t given you a heads-up that he was coming. “I have something for you.” 

You followed Antonio out of the building and towards his car. You were trying to guess what he could have possibly got you. Then your heart started pounding as you heard a loud echoing bark. A familiar bark. A bark you hadn’t heard in four months. Tears welled in your eyes as you run the last ten feet to the car. You hear the click of the car lock, and you throw the door open and are engulfed by a mass of fur. You cling to the dog tightly getting licked furiously and drooled on. “When- How-Why?” You were at a loss for words as you looked at the man before you. “Gabby,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you bared half your face into your dog's fur. “But how?” 

“I had a little talk with your ex. He agreed that he reacted childishly in the aftermath of your breakup. He miraculously remembered where your dog had ‘run-off’ too. He also assured me that he is going to pay you back all the back rent he owes you from when he was living with you.”  

“Miraculously huh?” You asked tears still in your eyes, “Was that before or after you showed him your badge?” Antonio didn’t look ashamed in the least as he gave you a wink and slid his hands into his pockets. “Thank you, Antonio. You have no idea how heartbroken I was when I thought he was gone forever.” You hug him tightly. His embrace is strong, warm, and comforting in a way you haven’t had in a long time. When you pulled back you still had happy tears in your eyes. He brushes them off your cheek with a calloused thumb. “I have some cold beer in my fridge that needs drinking. What do you say?”  

My first Chicago PD story and it had to be Antonio. I hope you guys enjoy! <3    

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

Just wanted to share

https://www.tumblr.com/ixburner/758669466435485696/i-always-see-people-talk-about-pazzi-and-preath?source=share

the vision is clear, glad I'm not the only one seeing it @ixburner

no comment except to say that Azzi should think about getting tattoos and piercings

duh is right

Willannès actually met during the preparation for the Euro in 2021, the point is still valid.

I would also add Gabby showing up at WNBA/commissioner's cup games to see Jojo play 🥺.

a magical shooter + absolute complete player

6 and 7. nothing to add

8. the way Gabby tried to justify it by saying she was only saying Jojo because she was there (sure). Jojo did say Gabby or Alexia too.

[kozumesphone]

˗ˏˋ daughters of war ˎˊ˗

ch i. brown eyed girl

⟡ c. la rue x reader

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𝜗𝜚 wc . . . 1k

𝜗𝜚 a/n . . .

ahh i’m so excited for this! it’s my first multi-chapter fic + my first wlw fic too (the only one i’ve done before is the piper x fem!reader smau) <3 a huge shoutout to mori for coming up with an idea about how I could write the opening scene (: I don’t want to ramble lmao, so happy reading! this is a relatively short opening chapter, but there’s more to come (; ps. cliffhanger. find it under the cut <3

𝜗𝜚 warnings . . .

swearing like three times overall?, mentions of blood (bloody nose), nothing much else

𝜗𝜚 taglist . . .

@nuncscioquidsitamor-13 @seastargrl @nqds @kt88 @percabethlvr

@maybxlle @over-the-oceancall @mqstermindswift @metyouattherighttime @gabby-duhh

@death-in-love

“my brown-eyed girl; you, my brown-eyed girl . . .”

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“have you ever dreamt about the stars?”

“in what sense?”

“in the sense that embodies the cosmic loneliness they feel, being far away from another. and, in the sense that they burn so bright, they don’t appear so.”

“well no, never.”

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clarisse’s pov . . .

“let’s have a show of hands, guys!” the boy grinned. “who here wants to let this kid go, even before we get to the fun parts?”

his friends chortled like pigs, and kept their hands down, smirking at the young boy being cornered by them. I wasn’t too amused by their actions, but since they weren’t my siblings, I didn’t have any direct control over them unless they physically laid a hand on the kid.

“weren’t you ever taught that you shouldn’t pick on someone half your size, you wanker?” a voice rang out, loud. I sighed.

some girl was getting herself into trouble, and I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved in petty fights between pesky campers.

so, clicking my tongue lightly, my eyes drifted back to the book resting on my lap. I picked it up and continued reading.

“oh, help! i’m so scared, come pick me up, mommy!” one of the boys mocked.

smack!

“you should be.”

I looked up to see the oldest boy’s bloody nose. a smile threatened to take over my face.

either he didn’t know how to take a punch, or the girl packed a really good one. I really hoped it was the second one, so I could procure a competent camper to join my team for capture the flag tomorrow.

my gaze wandered to meet her brown eyes, sunlight striking them at an angle that made them look hauntingly beautiful.

the corners of her mouth slightly twisted up, in a smirk, or a grin, I couldn’t tell, and her head tilted just a bit to the side. her glasses were a bit askew, from the force of swinging her arm with strength rivalling my own, probably.

her piercing eyes narrowed onto my own.

and, oh boy, did that have an effect on me.

y/n’s pov . . .

do I regret hitting the guy without properly covering my knuckles first? probably.

do I feel bad for hearing a small ‘crack’ from the guy’s nose? absolutely not, actually.

just because he was an exchange camper from camp jupiter, and was jupiter’s son, he couldn’t just get away with treating others like shit.

I mean, jason is his technically-brother, but he turned out kind, didn’t he?

speaking of jason, I realised I had forgotten to pick up both of our extra pairs of glasses from a mortal shop for our next quest.

I turned around, looking for something to wipe my slightly-bloody hand on, when I met someone else’s eyes.

dark eyes. gorgeous eyes. making-me-weak-in-my-knees eyes.

my eyes trailed over her face, realising it was clarisse. clarisse was the name I was warned about; the vicious daughter of ares, apparently.

she didn’t look all that vicious as she held a cheesy romance novel in her hands.

whichever her expression was—of awe? disgust? admiration? annoyance?—she quickly masked it to a neutral one.

“that’s a nice book you’re reading,” I said, walking closer.

her neck turned red as blood rushed up till her ears. she shut the book with a snap! and I reached around her, to grab the towel hanging on the back of her chair.

“see you later, rue,” I whispered in her ear, grinning when she shivered.

“I want my towel back! and, it’s la rue to you!” she shouted, as I walked away.

“rue.”

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I informed chiron of my ride into the city to get my glasses and jason’s. he asked my sister, annabeth, to go with me.

and everyone knows that where my sister goes, her boyfriend does too (which is really cute, but I would never admit that to them, obviously.).

percy trailed behind annie and I as we stopped at a grocery store first, to get some snacks, while we talked about malcolm’s latest project for a camp competition.

“I need some chocolates,” percy said, randomly.

he added some blue syrup to the shopping cart, and I stacked up on some snacks. annie bought a swiss knife and a few coffee-flavoured chocolates.

“are those for-”

“grover? yeah,” annie replied, smiling.

“how come he’s spoiled with all these treats when he gets back from his quests, but i’m not?” percy pretended to frown. annie gave him a peck.

I laughed at him, and we paid for our stuff with chiron’s money, and loaded it all into the back of the car.

“everyone have their seatbelts on?” I asked before starting the car to drive to the glasses shop. after they hummed in response, I started the car.

“should you even be driving? I mean, is it safe? aren’t you too short for that?” percy smirked at me through the mirror.

“if you know what’s good for you, you won’t talk shit to the person who’s driving the car you’re sitting in, smartass,” I grumbled, narrowing my eyes at him.

I drove on the side roads to get to the store faster, wanting to get back to camp before night began.

the radio station was playing a japanese rock song that I remember thalia teaching me once.

‘haa? ussee ussee ussee wa!¹

anata ga omou yori kenkou desu!²

issai gassai bonyou na!³

anata ja wakaranai kamo ne!’⁴

it started drizzling, and so, smiling to myself, I pulled up to the parking in front of the glasses store.

“i’ll be right back guys, it’ll be just a few minutes,” I said, undoing my seatbelt.

“okay, just-”

“THE TRUCK-”

“WHAT THE F-”

crash!

¹— ‘huh? shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!’

²— ‘i’m healthier than you think!’

³— ‘you are too ordinary,’

⁴— ‘to understand me, perhaps!’

⤷ song: うっせぇわ (usseewa) by ado

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[canonically47]

As a way of saying goodbye to DC, what are your headcanons for where everyone ends up after All Stars?--review anon

ooooo such a cute question!!!!!! tysm for this

yul ends up being cancelled on his socials and he has to start working a regular job, he becomes miserable being yelled at and harassed by customers like he deserves yippee!

riya is also cancelled following the events of DCAS - seriously she CANNOT gain a following after this and she cannot find roles, realistically speaking - but she manages to sustain herself with her prize money for now. however, she does begin job hunting. it goes horrible for her, her digital footprint is too massive to ignore.

ashley continues living her quiet life on the farm with will, occasionally meeting up with lill & nick, as well as with jake, ally, lake and other contestants of DCAS! she even eventually reaches out to season 1 contestants left out, and organizes a get-together for the season 1 cast with everyone :)

ally, hunter & tess all eventually get together after a lot of denial and pining, and co-manage their channels. they become more and more popular, regularly attend cons, & overall just lead the awesome lives they deserve. tess also becomes popular for her art!

lake eventually gets into a qpr & goes to university to study psychology. she keeps in contact with aiden, james and friends she's made on DCAS. she goes on to live with rosa-maria after university, and the two will organize, years later down the line, a meet-up for the cast of season 2, even being kind enough as to invite yul and riya, although neither show up.

miriam gets to enjoy retirement by travelling around the world, sometimes even tagging along with friends, even with the group of james, aiden, lake and rosa-maria. why not :3

james & aiden continue travelling the world together, growing their following on social media, and eventually aiden pursues a career in theatre and earns a lot of success! i mean have you HEARD his VA sing. my god, can he sing.

ellie & gabby lead a happy life with ellie as an artist and gabby carries them with her income by becoming an environmental scientist !!

fiore moves in with alec, alec adopts fiore, and the two unlearn their bad habits together; alec, his bad parenting, and fiore, being this evil gremlin child. she still has her outbursts, but alec stops feeding into this idea that she is a monster or a mistake and pushes her to grow. the two also meet up with some other contestants, and eventually befriend rosa-maria, so she helps a lot with parenting tips :)

grett becomes a gym trainer & fitness influencer and uses her social media platform to encourage and lift up others. my queen

jake and tom begin dating and they talk a lottttttt of things out... and eventually tomjajakeden becomes a thing & they all move in together and it's awesome. tom and aiden aren't dating but the rest of them all are and it's kinda funny actually. tom also realizes he's aroflux and that explains a lot about how his identity has impacted his love life. they're unstoppable

also tom quits his job as a cop and becomes a firefighter instead. and gets an autism diagnosis. also jake gets a BPD diagnosis. and aiden gets a shit ton of piercings. and tom gets fatter. and james also gets a shit ton of piercings. and they're all happy together and they have movie nights and game nights and they love each other a lot

the cast generally meets a lot, the casts even merge at one point despite some of them never having been on DCAS. it's so funny how some of these guys meet. deadass alec and fiore go camping one night only to find they've come at the same camping site as kai and maggy. another time gabellie runs into dan at a bookstore. and so forth. they eventually get a super large groupchat and it's hilarious. they all meet sometimes and they have to book a huge venue it's so funny

also gabgrellie becomes real too why not. i love gabgrellie. grett moves in with them and they're all super cool and awesome and in love

maybe i should write some of these hmmm

[the-everqueen]

Ooh tell me your meanest HC’s for Pierce, Gabby, Calliope, and Mendez 👀

Pierce: i'm trying to come up with something mean that isn't just canon lmaooooo. everything else is sad. damn.

ETA: wait, i forgot, i do headcanon that Pierce has trashy music taste. also i think this man unironically likes TS "1989."

Gabby: girl has some FUCKED priorities, i'll tell you what. i am always thinking about why the kill order for the x-23 project is the thing that pushed her to get the kids out, when it's implied that she's been working for A-T and running experiments on these children for years. is it a sense of possessiveness (i.e., no one gets to hurt you unless *i* say so)? is the idea of "putting down" a dozen kids worse to her than essentially imprisoning them and giving them no bodily autonomy? (in which case: i think Gabby would actually be a terrible parent, because that says a lot about what rights she thinks children *do* have.) i am also always thinking about how she waits until she can find Logan and try to bribe the Wolverine into playing bodyguard. she ONLY takes Laura with her. we never see the other kids with their nurses beyond the footage of them escaping. while i get the strategy of splitting up to avoid total recapture: what was going on in your head, Gabby? did you think the Wolverine was going to just accept his genetic daughter and let you play surrogate mom? i think Gabby is playing out a lot of her own fantasies via Laura, which is...hm! troubling!

Mendez: passive in relationships to the point of it being detrimental. i think he waits for orders or critique and otherwise is like :) :) :) things are good! he needs direction and while this mostly lets him jive with Pierce, who is Highly Opinionated, sometimes it also means he misses cues from Pierce, who is also Allergic to Talking About Feelings.

Calliope: i see a lot of fanon characterization of Calliope as extremely soft femme, gentle, sweet, etc. *i* headcanon her as a lot more ferocious than people want to examine: she doesn't object to Dream's punishment of Madoc (she tries to leverage the fates and her sisters against him, first, Dream is just her last resort because #divorced, but i can't imagine her sisters would be *nicer* about Cal being held captive), she MARRIED Dream when he was arguably worse as a person (pre-Orpheus, pre-fishbowl, pre-Overture), etc. also no one talks about how fiercely inspiration grips you when it DOES have you and how quickly it abandons you. she's a goddess and she has an immortal's sense of time and morality, which is...flexible at best. this is also why she would've been down to spoil the Corinthian and why she'd be a good owner for him: she's clearer about boundaries AND she doesn't have the same hangups that Dream does about a bit of murder.

[avkizi]

fame dr intro!!!

BASICS ✧˖*°࿐-------------------------------------------------------------

✧ ˚ name: aviana umeko kai

✧ ˚ nicknames: avi, vi, vivi, via

✧ ˚ birthday: 06/04/2009

✧ ˚ home: oahu, hawaii

APPEARENCE + MOODBOARD✧˖*°࿐----------------------------------

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✧ ˚ faceclaim: hoyeong jung (but a lil different)

✧ ˚ voiceclaims:

english: gabbie hanna japanese: tsuki billlie ōlelo hawaiʻi: auliʻi cravalho

✧ ˚ ethnicity/nationality: japanese/hawaiian

✧ ˚ height: 5'1 (156 cm)

✧ ˚ features: septum piercing, double lobe piercing, heart shaped birthmark on left shoulderblade, whale shark tattoo (right hip/thigh)

✧ ˚ clothes aesthetic:

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CAREER ✧˖*°࿐------------------------------------------------------------

✧ ˚ occupation:

actress model student singer influencer/youtuber

✧ ˚ movies:

live action moana (moana) barbie (sasha) live action coraline (coraline) christmas chronicles (kate peirce) crazy rich asians (iconic extra with like 8 lines)

✧ ˚ shows:

percy jackson (thalia) the baby sitters club (dawn schafer) outer banks (wheezie) stranger things (erica sinclair) grey's anatomy (someone who dies after 8 episodes)

MISC/TRIVIA ✧˖*°࿐------------------------------------------------------

i have a lot of pets, i have a dog, two rats, and a flock of chickens (plus one goose)

i surf and play volleyball (libero/outside hitter)

i love love love fossils and shells and stuff, and do a lot of jewelry making in my spare time

gemini sun, scorpio moon, aries rising

holds the world record for folding 100 origami cranes in 28 minutes and 12 seconds when she was 12

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[evenmyhivemindisempty]

[alumi-san]

So the new designs dropped yesterday, like 10 minutes after my last post. I can't keep track of it in time.

- Here's my boy!

- PONYTAIL! He looks cute with it.

- I also like this jacket more than the hoody he had in s1.

- He seems to be in a good mood.

- I know lots of people don't like him, but I do hope he and Tom will hook up again (Jaiden could help with this).

- Here she is.

- Looking richi and more b*tchi

- Kinda disappointed they removed yellow from her design (if we won't count bracelets and glasses). Cus, it's like the color of antagonists in the series. Especially when the others kept yellow in their designs.

- Since all returning antags got reviled, I can't wait to see them interact.

- Okay, did they change his skin color, too? Cuz I totally remember it was whiter like Gwen's from TD.

- He also got buffer?

- And his shirt became lighter? Or is it just an effect from his new skin color?

- I swear he and Tom need to interact because they look even more like siblings now.

- Only Ally and +1 are left on season 2 side

- The queen number 2 is here (cus Miriam will always be the first queen)

- I saw people were getting worried. Like, come on, of course she'll come back

- Her hair has got longer, and she has piercing now.

- She doesn't look really happy like others. Gabby, come and get your girlfriend!

[anotherwvba]

Learning on the Job pt. 7

Mid-morning Friday found Jon Adamski making his way to the least favorite part of his daily routine. Since arriving at the WVBA Campus on Monday, Jon had spent an hour every morning with Dr. Yukiko Mera. She was the head of the Mental Wellness Center, part of the extensive medical program the WVBA offered to boxers and staff. If it wasn’t for his promise to the Frenchman, to Gabby Jay, he wouldn’t have bothered.

But, Jon was a man of his word and Dr. Mera hadn’t mistreated him. It was just a waste of time, at least as far as he was concerned. It’s not that Jon has a problem with controlling his anger. It’s more that others have a problem with the way he chooses to control it, usually with a physical, and typically violent, outlet.

“Yo, Jonny!” As Jon was walking toward Dr. Mera’s office, Disco Kid called out to him. Disco was another regular patient of the Doctor’s. Didn’t know they could treat annoying optimism, Jon thought as he nodded to Disco in greeting.

Disco smiled, “Hey, man, we gonna see you in the gym later? Cutie saw this new footwork drill she’s been dyin’’ to share.”

He wanted to snap back. Or maybe a swift kick in the… “Maybe,” Jon answered, struggling to keep himself in check against Disco’s incessant positivity.

“My man!” Disco held his hand up for a high five, but Jon just kept walking. Disco shook his head and smiled, but continued about his own day.

Jon, on the other hand, trudged on his way toward his appointment, muttering a litany of grievances in Polish under his breath. The day, his apartment, breakfast, therapy, life in general. It didn’t matter. None of it was really to his liking.

Finally making it down the long corridor, Jon opened the door to the Mental Wellness Center and found himself nearly immediately speechless. Dr. Mera’s nurse, it wasn’t worth remembering her name, sat behind her desk, as usual, but there was no Dr. Mera. Instead, there was a uniquely beautiful young woman, late 20’s maybe?

She was sharply dressed, very professional, in dark tones of gray and purple. Jet black bangs and a ponytail contrasted against not just her rather pale complexion, but the buzzed short sides and top of her head. And her glasses drew Jon’s attention to her eyes, cold and piercing. Without meaning to, Jon found himself staring.

“May I help you?” The woman’s voice broke Jon out of his stupor. Her tone was crisp, damn near cold. The same was true of her posture, proper and practiced.

“Uh, umm, yeah, sorry,” Jon, someone who performed on stage for, what some would call, a living, struggled to find words. “Jon Adamski, uh, 10 o’clock…”

The nurse handed the stranger a file folder, “Jon is Dr. Mera’s daily 10 a.m.”

“Ah,” the woman said plainly as she looked over the file. “Dr. Mera is out of the office today. Psychological conference in Athens. I’m handling her appointments today. If you’ll step…”

“Poczekaj cholerną chwilę!” Jon was immediately angered, looks be damned. “Who the hell are you? Are you qualified? Why wasn’t I told before…”

The woman held up a hand with an air of authority that, for some reason, silenced Jon. It was obvious that she expected to be listened to whenever she spoke.

“Apologies,” the woman looked up from the file and looked Jon in the eyes, unfazed and unflinching. No fear whatsoever. That’s different, Jon thought as the woman continued.

“Dr. Mera’s trip was a last minute opportunity, but you should have been informed.” She was direct, no sign of patronizing or pity. “As for myself, I am Miss Evelyn White. I am Dr. Mera’s intern. I have Bachelors Degrees in both Behavioral Psychology and Mental Health Counseling from UCLA and Ohio State, respectively, and am currently top of my class in the Master’s program at Duke. Does that satisfy your question of my qualifications?”

This wasn’t what Jon had come to expect from people. She wasn’t treating him like some volatile mental case to tiptoed around. She was treating him as an equal, a man to be talked to like any other adult. That hadn’t happened in a long time.

Evelyn stepped closer, Jon instinctively backing a step, blushing. If Evelyn noticed, she didn’t show it. “I understand this is highly unusual,” she lowered her voice to speak only to Jon in the moment, “and might be uncomfortable, but I assure you, Mr. Adamski, I am fully qualified to see you.”

As Jon fought to compose himself, at least mentally, Evelyn continued. Her voice was firm, but not unkind, “I’m not Dr. Mera. She has a very maternal approach, which works wonders, and yes, she is a truly amazing therapist. I am fortunate to study under her. However, I have a different approach. I am straightforward, and I don’t sugarcoat. I'm not here to befriend my patients, but to help them."

Trying to force his typical defiance and bluster, Jon asked bluntly, “Who are you to say I am your patient?”

With a nod, Evelyn conceded, “Quite right. You are not my patient, not unless you choose to be.” Her voice picked up a slight edge of resolve as she continued, “but if you allow me, you’ll find me honest, and I’ll respect you enough never to undermine your intelligence with platitudes."

There was something about this woman. Jon held her gaze for a moment before nodding slightly, “For today.”

The briefest flicker of a smile flashed across Evelyn’s face as she gestured once again to Dr. Mera’s office, “Then best not to waste time, Mr. Adamski. The clock is ticking.”

Jon Adamski & Evelyn White are an OCs belonging to @punchout-ispunched and are used with permission.

[riftdancing]

“By the gales, do my eyes deceive me or did the rat just drag in the Caracal?” A hushed voice whispered through opposite cell bars. Bated breath caught in the highlander woman’s chest as her rosy tanned cheeks pressed against the cool metal bars straining to get a better look at the ex-soldier who had been deposited roughly upon unforgiving metal floors like a sack of popotoes. Vaniro’s body was weak and her limbs limp, save for the slow fetal curl inwards as she willed herself to persist through the pain with an outward groan. “You look like shit, Nabel.” The cat hadn’t even so much as glanced in the Highlander’s direction as she spat some of her own blood across the cold steel floor. A greeting between sky pirates was a greeting nonetheless, no matter how sour. A cheeky laugh belonging to the playful highlander woman echoed in her direction from the cell next to her. “Aw, thanks puddin’. You’re as radiant as ever. They give you that shiner as a welcoming gift?” “Piss off.” Vaniro growled as the soldier turned prisoner pushed herself to her feet. She swayed uneasily as she began to find her footing. “Ooo, she’s eloquent too. Did they teach you that in finishing school, Love?” Nabel heckled her, genuinely happy to see a familiar face in such an unpleasant circumstance. Perhaps one she could consider an ally too. Gently, the woman brushed a brown curl out of her easy golden eyes. “It's good to see you.” The roughed up feline rolled one shoulder, giving the woman no more than a grunt in response as her shoulder gave a sickening crack of protest. “Have you been here long, Nabel?” The sentiment was not returned. “Long enough to watch them drag your sorry ass in, Vaniro.” Fight fire with fire, they say. “You can call me Gabby, you know.” “Tch.” Social interaction was already wearing on the introverted feline and the click of her tongue was enough to signal the end of conversation. Vaniro fell quiet as she collected herself, smoothed out her unkempt uniform, and turned that piercing gaze upon the cell which now contained her. There wasn’t a lot to it, not that it surprised her. Garlemald had a way about simplicities, in that the cell was just barely complex enough to sustain life and nothing more. An uncomfortable cot against the back wall, a shitter in the corner, and what might be a sink on the back side of it. Beyond that? Nothing.

“Man the last time I saw you I was watching the back end of the Elemental high tailing it over Skatay Range.” Gabby mused whimsically, reminiscing about Blink’s past as the soldier in question began looking for any weakness to her cage. “Successful run too.” Vaniro’s words came faintly, distracted, as she rattled cell bars seeing if there was any give. There wasn’t. In the cell next to her Gabby kicked her boots up against the wall getting settled upon her own uncomfortable cot as she indulged in the past. “Legendary I’ve heard.” “Tall tales.” Vaniro was quick to put the rumor to rest. “The gales that high should have ripped her to shreds, but I hear you got her out in one piece…” Vaniro froze, her body tensing as she ground pearly fangs against one another due to the unpleasant memory. “With weeks worth of repairs to boot.” It was her fault. The ship had barely made it over the ridge. But they had made it out. “Won’t you take a compliment, Captain?” Nabel purred with mirth. “I’m not your Captain.” Vaniro quipped heartlessly. “Nooo, of course not. You’re a soldier now aren’t ya? Joined up with the Empire, big ‘n bad. Really showed us.” A pause as Nabel’s playful nature decayed into disgust, causing her petite brow to twitch. Or was it disappointment? It was hard for Vaniro to discern. It brought the determined woman to a full stop. “If I’m an Imperial soldier then why the fuck would I be in here with you?” Heterochromic eyes locked onto the Highlander finally as Blink awaited her answer callously. “…Yeah, so what’d you do to piss ‘em off?” Gabby chuckled curiously. Silence filled the stale air between them for a moment before a small smirk cracked at the corner of Vaniro’s upturning lips. “Defected.” “Your luck run out then?” “If I blame everything on luck, I’ll never change anything.” “That’s some shit luck then, Mate.” Vaniro's ears pinned before she took a pointed step towards the bars which separated both the women. “You want out of here or not?” “Does a caged bird yearn to fly?” the Highlander ruminated. “Then get your ass up off that cot ‘n come help me.” Gabby immediately leapt to her feet. “Yes, Captain!” “I’m not your Captain.”

[angelhareincorrectquotes]

Jonah: I need to dye my hair.

Gabby:

Jonah: Or get another tattoo.

Gabby:

Jonah: Or get a new piercing.

Gabby: Why?

Jonah: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

[bibiwrld]

SIMILAR!|Miguel O’Hara

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –two.

–three.

MIGUEL’S POV

The room filled with mirrors was stifling.

Every mirror I looked in, Gabriella was staring at me with a hateful look.

“Why did you let me die?!” She screamed at me.

My heart dropped. “Mija, I—”

“YOU KILLED ME!” Her voice shattered the mirrors.

I covered my ears, falling to the floor at her ear piercing scream.

Even if she couldn’t hear me, I cried. “I’M SORRY!”

I never wanted things to be this way.

“I’M SORRY!”

My body jolted up, eyes shot open, sweat rolling down my face. My heart was practically beating out of my chest, my fast breathing slowing down as I realized I was in my office’s med bay.

“Lyla.” I rasped.

“Are you okay Miguel? You were out for an hour.” Lyla appeared in front of me, she was clearly worried.

I grabbed a bottle of water that was on the side table. Before answering, I took a few sips. “I’m okay, Lyla.” I pulled my wet hair back, it was drenched in sweat and sticking to my forehead. “That anomaly...” An image of it appeared in my mind, making me scowl. “It did something to me, I saw Gabby.”

“Gabby?” Lyla’s brows furrowed. “You saw her?”

I massaged my temples, remembering her voice screaming at me.

I sighed. “It was like a nightmare.”

Lyla tapped her chin, thinking very deeply. “The anomaly did mention that you were in a nightmare.”

I leaned back in the bed, my mind still racing.

“Jessica and the younger spiders are coming right now, I notified that you were awake once you woke up.”

“Thank you, Lyla.”

In no less than a minute, Jessica and the others walked in, relief written all over their faces.

“Tio! I thought we lost you!” Miles hugged me, which was new.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I told him.

He pulled away, giving me a small smile.

“The anomaly said something about a nightmare, what did you see?” Pavitr questioned with a curious stare.

I looked away. “I rather not talk about it. Did you guys at least manage to put a tracker on that thing?”

“Uh..” Gwen scratched her head and looked away awkwardly, the others following her actions.

“Dios mio, are you serious?” My brows arched.

“You’re the one in a hospital bed, you shouldn’t be one to be speak.” Hobie quipped.

I glared at him.

“Hobie.” Jessica warned.

Hobie gave a surprised look. “What? He got his arse handed to him and he expected us to do any better?”

Jessica and I both rolled our eyes.

“We came up with names for the anomaly!” Miles beamed. “Brainfreak.”

“I came up with that one.” Pavitr laughed.

“White Phantom.”

“I think that’s the best name.” Gwen nodded.

Hobie smirked and agreed with crossed arms. “It’s pretty badass.”

“Mind crusher.” Mike’s pounded his fist.

The others gave him a look of disapproval.

“I think it’s pretty good, you guys are boring.”

I blinked. “So instead of coming up with a plan to capture that thing, you were giving the anomaly names?!”

“I kinda like Mind crusher.” Lyla murmured.

“Thank you Lyla.” Miles smiled.

I groaned.

“Don’t worry Miguel, we came up with a plan, but I’m not too sure you’ll like that.” Jessica spoke.

With a sigh, I used my hand to signal for her to go on.

“We release an anomaly–”

“What?!” I jolted forward.

They all flinched.

“Just hear her out.” Pavitr put his hands out in defense.

I leaned back and let her continue.

“Save your comments for later.” Jessica ordered me. “So, we release an anomaly as bait, lure White Phantom in, corner him, Miles shocks him, and you contain it.”

It wasn’t that bad of a plan.

“Okay, we still need more planning and training, but a good plan so far. Everyone, all missions you were assigned to, will be given to other spiders, new mission: Contain White Phantom.” I waved my index finger around.

“What about Mind crusher?” Miles whined.

“Miles!” Everyone shouted.

🕷️

I trudged into the lab, knowing I was late, but as head of Genetics, no one could say anything to me about it.

I saw Wrenley using the microscope with earphones in and a male intern, who looked rather nervous, standing over her.

“Good morning Dr. O’Hara.” The intern greeted a little too excitedly.

My eye twitched, putting my bag on my desk. “Morning.” I noticed a coffee cup from my favorite café sitting on my desk. “Is this mine?”

The intern replied. “Yes sir, Ms. Myers got it just for you.”

I rose my brow and took a seat. “Is that so?” Sipping my drink, I was surprised that it tasted like my usual order. White Mocha, heavy cream, oat milk and an extra caramel drizzle.

How the hell does she know my usual?

Maybe I’m overthinking it.

“O’Hara you’re finally here.” She turned around in the swivel chair, removing her goggles and earphones. Today she wore her hair in a low bun, and wore a short black dress with a low neckline that showed off her cleavage.

“You’re staring, Miguel.” Lyla’s voice said in my ears with a teasing tone followed by a laugh.

I looked away and mumbled. “I’m not.”

Picking up papers from the table, she walked over to me, putting them in my face. “Take a read.” She smirked, tapping her long manicured nails on my desk.

I huffed, taking the papers from her hand, putting my coffee down and putting on my glasses. I read through, my brows furrowing and eyes widening after each word. I flipped through the pages in shock.

“You found the cure?” I couldn’t believe it.

“That’s right.” She leaned onto my desk with both hands, giving me the most arrogant smile. “I got it approved, you should really thank me.”

Wipe that cocky grin off your face.

She was really pushing it.

“Thank? You?” I scoffed, sipping my coffee. “I could’ve done this by myself.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “We have 3 test subjects to try the cure on tomorrow.”

I flickered my eyes to her. “Okay.”

Her brows arched and her lips curved into a small frown.

I mentally smiled to myself, knowing I was getting under her skin.

“We should celebrate your success, Ms. Myers.” The intern beamed.

She perked up, sauntering over to him. “That’s such a good idea, Otto.” She placed a hand on his chest.

What exactly is going on right now?

He reacted just how she wanted him to. Like a flustered virgin.

“R-really?” He grinned uncontrollably.

I rolled my eyes and started up my computer.

“Yes Otto, you’re so smart.” Batting her lashes, pouting her glossed lips, her hands traveled up to his shoulder. “How about you spread the word, yeah? The location will be at your favorite bar.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” And with that, he left the lab.

“Stop toying with the intern.” I shook my head and typed.

“Toying?” She fake gasped, a hand on her exposed chest. “I’m not toying with him.”

“My bad, I meant seduce.” I gave her an unamused look.

She took slow steps to my desk, slowly taking off her lab coat.

I eyed her up and down, very slowly, then turned back to my computer.

The hell am I doing?

I found myself looking back at her.

“So I’m not allowed to help you and look for a little fun around here?” She breathed out while taking a seat on my desk. Her already short dress was riding up her thighs.

Her laugh broke my stare.

“See something you like, O’Hara?” There she went again with that cocky smile.

“Not at all.”

🕷️

The bar was filled with Alchemax scientists, dancing around and drinking with bright smiles on their faces. This was probably the happiest they’ve been about anything related to Alchemax.

I looked over to Wrenley, who was talking to Otto, the intern. She smiled and laughed, her hair was out of the low bun from earlier, now cascading down her back. She downed her 8th shot, not that I was keeping count or anything.

She then averted her eyes to me, our eyes locking instantly.

Shit. I looked away quickly, she caught me staring.

Looking back up, I noticed she was no longer in her seat, but strutting over to me with a smirk on her face.

“O’Haraaaa!” She slurred with a smile.

“Ms. Myers.” I took a sip of my beer. What was this? My 5th one? I couldn’t even remember.

“Are you enjoying the celebration?” She laughed, tapping my shoulder. “Wow, you’re built!”

Lyla laughed in my ear. “I think she’s flirting.”

I inhaled sharply.

“Why are you always sooooo grumpy?” She leaned on my table with her elbows. “Be happy for once, everyone’s enjoying it.”

“Not really in the mood.”

She titled her head then scanned me, she was taking her sweet time.

I felt..nervous?

“I think she’s checking you out, Miguel.” Lyla got excited.

“Are you done eye fucking me?” I smirked.

Her eyes found mine, then a sly smile was now on her face. “You do it to me at the lab all the time.”

Lyla laughed.

I looked away in embarrassment.

“Awww, how cute, you’re embarrassed.” She covered her mouth and snickered.

“No one’s embarrassed.” I replied sternly, finding her gaze.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah. So do you have a girl? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

I shifted in my seat. “And how does that concern you?”

“It doesn’t, I’m just nosy.” She bit her index finger softly and gazed at me.

Stop looking at me like that.

The beat of Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake began playing.

Her face lit up and she reached for my hand. “Dance with me!”

I was taken back by her request. She had to have been drunk. “What?”

She got closer to me, her chest rubbing against my arm.

I was surprised by her sudden action.

She batted her lashes and pouted. “Dance with me, please?”

“Just dance with her Miguel, have fun.” Lyla whispered into my ear.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed. “Okay.”

She lit up at my answer. She was practically dragging me to the dance floor.

I may have had one too many drinks, I was a bit dizzy.

I turned off Lyla before we made it to the dance floor, I can’t take her making fun of my dance moves.

Wrenley faced me, swaying and rocking her hips, to the beat of the song.

All I did was stand there watching her.

She did a little shoulder shimmy and threw hands in the air, then whipped her hair all over wildly. Her hands ran all over her body seductively, squeezing her breasts and biting down on her plump bottom lip, her eyes daring me to come closer.

She twirled around, her back now facing me as she slowly backed up on me.

“Come on, dance!”

Her hips began swaying and her ass was now grinding against my crotch, then my hips began swaying with hers, my hands finding her waist.

“There you go O’Hara!” She laughed, looking back at me so seductively. She started grinding harder, and my hold on her waist got firmer.

My body felt like it was on fire.

“Are you having fun?!”

I had to admit, I was.

“I guess I am!” Holding her tighter with a small smile on my face.

We were all over each other, maybe the alcohol made me put my dislike for her aside.

After dancing to 3 more songs, we exited the bar, leaving the Alchemax employees inside having a good time.

“Did you drive here?” I looked over at her while we walked down the sidewalk.

She stumbled with every step in her heels. “No, I take the bus sometimes.”

“Be careful.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close to my side. We finally made it to my car. “I’ll give you a ride.”

She gave me a surprised expression, then smiled. “Rrrreeeaaaallllyyyy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes really.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I think I’m going to regret this.

She backed up with a grin.“You’re not that mean.”

“Never said I was.” I stepped to her.

She leaned against my car. “But you’re clearly an asshole.”

I caged her with my arms, my hands pressing against my car. “Do you ever shut up?”

“No, I don—”

I impulsively kissed her. I tasted all the alcohol on her tongue, I could smell how aroused she was, I could feel it all.

“Miguel.” She squeezed my arms and moaned into my mouth.

I pulled away and breathed intensely, looking into her drunk eyes.

She looked back at me, trying to catch her breath.

“I shouldn’t have done th—”

Her hands grabbed my face, pulling me back in, and once her lips touched mine, we were in her apartment making out.

It felt as if we teleported here, but it must’ve been the alcohol making time move faster than it really was.

I must’ve drank too much.

We were both being a bit rough, fighting to take control, kissing each other hungrily, clawing at each other’s bodies.

I lifted her off the kitchen counter, making one of her heels fall off, and her legs wrapped around my waist automatically. I slammed her against the wall, but not hard enough to hurt her. My hands squeezed her rather large naked ass, as her little black dress rode all the way up.

Breaking our heated kiss, I asked her. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Her arms hooked around my neck for support, her long nails caressing the back of my neck. She bit her lip and smiled. “Second room down the hall, on your left.”

🕷️

Next part: –four.





[princesssarisa]

The name meanings from more Barbie movies.

@paexgo-rosa

Barbie in Princess Power

Kara: "Beloved."

Corinne: "Maiden."

Madison: "Son of Maud" (it wasn't used as a female name until the 1984 movie Splash).

Makayla: "Who is like God?"

Karina: Derived from Catherine, meaning "far off" or "pure."

Kristoff: "Bearer of Christ."

Wes: Short for Wesley, meaning "west meadow."

Zooey: "Life."

Gabby: Short for Gabrielle, meaning "God is my strength."

Bruce: "From Brix" (a French town).

Parker: "Park keeper."

Newton: "New town."

Barbie in Rock 'n Royals

Courtney: "Short nose."

Erika: "Eternal ruler."

Genevieve: "Of the race of woman," "woman of the house," or "white wave."

Zia: "Light" or "splendor."

Finn: "White" or "blessed."

Aubray: "Elf queen."

Rayna: "Queen" or "pure."

Clive: "Cliff."

Reginald: "King's counselor."

Eddie: Short for Edward, meaning "wealthy guard."

Marcus: "Warlike" or "of Mars" (the Roman god of war).

Sloane: "Raid" or "mobilization."

Anne: "Grace" or "favor."

Phillip: "Horse-lover."

Olivia: "Olive tree."

Stevie: Short for Stephanie, meaning "crown" or "wreath."

Svetlana: "Light."

Allegra: "Cheerful" or "lively."

Edmund: "Wealthy protector."

Barbie: Spy Squad (new characters only)

Renée: "Reborn."

Mila: "Gracious" or "dear."

Patricia: "Noblewoman."

Zoe: "Life."

Lazlo: "Glorious ruler."

Percy: "From Perci" (a Norman town), or else derived from Percival, meaning "pierce the valley."

Violet: Self-evident; the violet flower or color.

[darkyuffie-blog]

I've seen people do head Canon posts about their favorite characters so I wanted to do one for Gareth Emerson from stranger things ♡◇♡ these are just my own head canons not facts.

1. He loves through touch. Hand holding, hand on your thigh when driving, running fingers through your hair, rubbing your hip or stomach, kisses, hugs, all of it.

2. He secretly likes Elvis but he will never admit it to his mom or anyone ever. He just tells people he tolerates his music because he loves his mom.

3.big mommas boy and is protective of her.

4. Bisexual bean

5. Would fight someone over his boyfriend or girlfriend, sister, mom, or the other members of Hellfire ESPECIALLY Eddie and Will. (I head Canon that Will joins hellfire)

6. Loves flannel which is why his battle vest is a flannel

7. Isn't just good at playing drums. He can also play piano.

8. He likes to paint but it's just a small hobby as he's never had the push he needed to do it, that is, until he met you and you encouraged it.

9. He has a Husky named Dio and a Calico cat named Ozzy, they are besties even if Ozzy sometimes gets annoyed with Dio.

10. He has a little sister named Gabby, short for Gabriella. She's 4 and Gareth, Gare Gare, as she calls him, is her favorite person.

11.paints his own DnD minis.

12. Helps Eddie with his campaigns on occasion.

13. Loves animals

14. Likes to color with his sister and even gets Hellfire in on it sometimes just to see her smile extra big.

15. Favorite movie is The Goonies

16. Will drink beer with Eddie but actually doesn't like the taste of it.

17. Loves his hair being played with

18. Has a lip piercing after high school

19. Likes zombie movies even if they are crappy ones.

20. Knows how to sew thinks to his mom because she got tired of sewing up the holes in his clothes or replacing buttons on his clothes all the time, so she taught him to do it himself.