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aceofwhump · 1 year ago

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Have you made a list or notes on whumpy Hallmark and if so where?🥺

You know what, I haven't yet! Let me do that for ya now. And if anyone wants to add their favs please do so!

A Gift To Remember: Darcy (Ali Liebert) hits Aiden (Peter Porte) while riding her bike and he gets knocked out and loses his memory. It’s pretty good.

Love on the Sidelines : Laurel (Emily Kinney) is a struggling fashion designer who finds herself with a job as a personal assistant for Danny (John Reardon), a quarterback sidelined with an broken ankle. Danny is on crutches for most of the movie and is recovery from his injury.

Spirit of Christmas: A young lawyer (Jen Lilley) finds romance with a spirit (Thomas Beaudoin) that takes the form of a human 12 days before Christmas. He was murdered and there are flashbacks to him being attacked and killed.

Christmas Homecoming: Stars Michael Shanks (Daniel Jackson from SG1!!) as an Army Captain recovering from an injury in battle. He's got a broken leg and suffers from survivors guilt and ptsd.

Hailey Dean Mysteries: Deadly Estate for some good poisoning whump of a medical examiner. You want unconscious? medically induced coma? respirator? bedside vigils? worry? waking up with a twitching hand? walking down the hospital floor holding onto their iv pole? Then this is the movie for you!

Love Blossoms: one small part when the main guy, Declan, gets sick with a cold during the movie. It’s kind of cute but the rest of the movie's got nothing.

Second Chances: "A badly injured leg forces fireman Jeff, who lost his father in a fire as a young boy, to rent a ground floor room during his recovery. Thus he moves in with Jenny, a 911 emergency call center operator, and her two young children, Luke and Elsie, who soon dote on him as an ideal substitute father and try matching him with their mother."

My Gal Sunday: Henry (Cameron Mattheson) gets shot in the beginning of the movie.

Signed Sealed Delivered Lost Without You: Oliver goes on a hike with his father. His dad trips and gets a seemingly innocuous injury on his leg but the two of them get lost in the woods and the injury turns out to be life threatening.

A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love: Eric (Alberto Frezza) is run over by a plow near the end of the film. There's lots of surgery, worry, hospital stuff.

Retreat to Paradise: "Jordan is recovering from a shoulder injury and his grumpiness tempts Ellie, his carer, to leave him to his misery. But will romance finally blossom?"

The Christmas Waltz: Roman (Will Kemp) hits his head due to slipping on an icy sidewalk and has to go to hospital

Taking a Shot at Love: "Sparks fly between a ballet instructor and a professional hockey player as she tries to help him recover from the same injury that sidelined her dancing career." It's not got a lot of whump but it is about a hockey player in rehab.

Martha's Vineyard Mysteries series: The whole series. Jesse Metcalfe's character Jeff was shot on a previous case and the bullet is still in lodged in his back and it causes him pain a lot AND he continually has nightmares about the incident. It's great.

Mystery 101: Killer Timing: Travis (Kristopher Polaha) gets blown up and even though the aftermath doesn't last long its still wonderful. He gets knocked out, there's an ambulance and hospital scene (kinda), worried family members.

Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater: Maggie O'Donnell (Ashley Williams) accidentally breaks Lucas Cavelli (Niall Matter)'s arm while carrying a Christmas Tree and offers him a room to stay in when he can't find a hotel room cause she feels guilty.

A Timeless Christmas: Charles Whitley (Ryan Paevey) passes out in 1903 and wakes up in 2020.

Aurora Teagarden A Bundle of Trouble: Martin Bartell (Yannick Bisson) gets shot in the shoulder

Christmas on the Range: Clint McCree (Nicholas Gonzalez) is attacked and beaten up pretty badly.

Mix Up in the Mediterranean: Josh (Jeremy Jordan)'s twin brother Julian gets hurt and can’t do a cooking competition so Josh takes over.

The Christmas Cure: Mitch (Steve Byers) falls off ladder and gets a concussion

Love's Christmas Journey: Sheriff Aaron Davis (Greg Vaughan) gets shot in the leg while chasing a robber. His injury is bad and gets infected. He gets a fever and is rescued by an old man who cares for him. The wound needs cauterizing and he suffers fever, chills, and more.

Hearts in the Game: Diego Vasquez (Marco Grazinni) is a hot shot baseball pitcher who has a panic attack during a game which costs the team the game. Turns out it was triggered by the anniversary of his moms death and he has another panic attack later in the movie as well.

Fourth Down in Love is about an athlete who is sidelined by an injury. Broken ribs I think?

Rip in Time: Another fun time travel movie. Rip (Niall Mater) gets knocked out at least once.

Three Wise Men and a Baby: Paul Campbell's character has social anxiety and has a sort of panic attack in the park at the beginning of the movie.

Jolly Good Christmas: Will Kemp's character falls into a frozen river and he comes out shaking and shivering and she gets him a blanket and tea and he needs a hot shower.

That's all I've got for right now. The bolded ones have the best whump in my opinion so definitely check those out first :) Love's Christmas Journey and the Martha's Vineyard Mysteries are A+ whump hallmark movies. Do those first ;)

#hallmark #whump #whumpy hallmark movies #mod replies #ask #whump list

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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago

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Blake Gallo - Our Son Pt2

This is just a small part. Wasn’t really sure where to take this one.

“Hey” Blake walks over to me and Jackson say at a table at a diner

“Hi. How was work?” I ask as he sits down

“It wasn’t to busy. A few calls here and there”

“Look Blake I know hiding my pregnancy was wrong. I should have told you, but I also couldn’t deal with idea of you getting hurt on a job or worse and then I have to explain what happened to a child. It was selfish I know and I don’t deserve you to forgive me, but I’d like it if we could get along for the sake of Jackson” there’s a pause which worries me

“Damn it. If I had of just listened to you instead of…” Blake runs his hands over his face

“Hey don’t blame yourself. We both should have communicated and listened to each other better. I knew what I was getting into when we first started dating. I knew you were a fireman. I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry as well” Blake says giving me a small smile “how would you and Jackson like to come over for supper?”

“I’d like that and I think Jackson would as well”

“Can I..?” Blake nods towards our baby

“You don’t have to ask” I hand over Jackson. At first he looks at me confused, but it’s like he knows that’s his dad because his smile quickly grows and starts giggling

“You know I thought about you everyday, wasn’t with another woman once”

“I thought about you as well. Every time I looked at Jackson all I could think about was you. I missed you”

“I missed you”

Matter lunch we take Jackson to the park, he and Blake get to have some quality time together. Supper also goes without a hitch. It almost feels like we’re a proper family.

Over the next few months Blake and I spend more and more time together. Old feelings, which never truly went away, resurfaced. Blake and I decided that we would give ‘us’ another go. We took things slow, starting with going on dates with and without Jackson.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #blake gallo x you #blake gallo x reader #blake gallo #blake gallo imagine

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himerodoros · 8 months ago

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( .: 5B with Jackson and Oliver for @scnsuality :. )

"That's it, beautiful... Take it whole." Jackson purred with pleasure, looking down at the boy between his legs and letting go of a deep sigh of pleasure. Leaning back against his metal locker, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, savouring every second that passed and every sensation that washed over his large length as the younger man swallowed him with such eagerness. The fireman was still wearing part of his uniform, having just gotten back to the station to change into his civilian clothes, where he saw the boy looking quite lost and as if he was looking for something - or someone in particular.

One thing led to another, and Jackson thought he'd take advantage of the station being rather empty to tug the boy away with him into the locker room. "Fuck yeah..." he hummed, grabbing the boy's head with both hands and pushing him deeper on his cock, until his heavy balls were rubbing against the redhead's chin, his manly scent invading the boy's nose at the same time. "How's that for a tour of the station, hm?"

#( .: jackson ft oliver :. )#scnsuality

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jaxteller87 · 11 months ago

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fireworks

Kim’s POV

The invitation to the SAMCRO 4th of July party had arrived, promising a long weekend of fun, festivities, and a bunch of alcoholic and herbal party favors. Amber had flown in from New York, which sweetened the whole pot even more. Tim and I were watching our so-called “kids” interact, even though they were in their mid to late twenties.

“What are they laughing at?” Gemma asked, chuckling as she walked up beside me.

Both boys, Jax and Opie, were perched on Jax’s motorcycle, making exaggerated faces while Donna snapped pictures. It was brutally hot out, as the early July sun does not take any prisoners. Opie was wearing a tight muscle shirt, and Jax was just wearing blue jeans. It almost reminded me of one of those fireman calendar photoshoots where the good-looking, hard-bodied men pose with different gear and vehicles.

Suddenly, the kids burst into laughter when Opie playfully grabbed Jax’s chest. Everyone else laughed, seeming surprised by the notion, but from where my head was, it just played into everything, except for the fact that the PG photoshoot I was watching just went a little more PG-13. I can proudly say that I feel no shame in admitting those boys were looking pretty handsome. I took a sip of my drink just as Jax flung his hair around like a valley girl, playing into Opie’s flirtatious gesture. It caught me off guard, and half my frosty beverage sprayed out of my nose, which made everyone else laugh harder. It was a good day— we all needed days like this from time to time.

As I stood there, watching my daughter Amber and her friends, along with her boyfriend, enjoy themselves, Gemma’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“You know, we’re going to be in-laws one day,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

“Yes, we are,” I replied, glancing at her before turning my attention back to Amber and the others. Tim joined us, a beer in hand. He watched as Jax gave Amber a tender kiss on the forehead. “He really does love her, doesn’t he?” Tim remarked.

“He does,” I said, quickly wiping away a tear before anyone could notice. Jackson had done so much for my daughter, helping her come out of her shell and enjoy life beyond her books.

“Amber, we can go home for a while, then I’ll bring you back for the fireworks if you need to take a break from the heat,” Jax said, wheeling her over to us. Amber’s condition made the summer heat challenging, as it could trigger seizures in her legs.

“I’m fine, babe. I promise. I just need to cool off inside the clubhouse for a while,” Amber smiled, placing her hand on his.

So, we all followed them inside, watching as Jax fussed over Amber. It was cute to see, and I know Amber enjoyed having someone gush over her, even if she pretended like it annoyed her from time to time. With the tough road that she’s had, she deserves someone like Jax. I guess to the outside world, it looks a bit strange, but I never viewed that boy as anyone or anything other than what he showed us.

As a matter of fact, I was at the grocery store last week when a friend of mine approached me, and we got to talking. After a while, she hit me with a question that I never thought I’d need to answer.

“Why do you let your innocent little girl run around with a ruthless motorcycle gang?” she asked. Then she went on to point out how she watched a special on bike clubs the other night and there were a few SOA members behind bars that were on the TV. “Murderers, thieves, and gun runners— that’s what they are. And your poor, sweet Amber…” she continued. I gave her a piece of my mind and then left— the altercation had me so hot that I drove to another grocery store in the next town over to finish my shopping.

I almost couldn’t believe what my so-called old friend had said to me, but later that night, I mulled it over, and I guess it all made sense, at least from an outsider’s perspective. SAMCRO never showed Tim and me anything but love, and we’re the type of people to judge on what we see with our own eyes not what we hear from others.

“Here, a cool rag,” Jax said gently, placing it on Amber’s neck and then doing the same for himself. I know he was probably fine, but every now and then he would do the same for himself that he was doing for Amber— I assumed it was just to make her feel less excluded. I remember a time when Amber couldn’t make it to her cousin’s birthday party because of a migraine. Shortly after, Jax suddenly had a stomach ache and had to stay at home with her. I think the boy was fine, but he didn’t want her to feel like they missed the party on her account.

“What?” they both said in unison, finally noticing our amused expressions.

“Oh, nothing,” we all replied, giggling at the sight of their mutual care.

We settled around the large table, enjoying the cool break from the heat outside. It was nice spending time together, all of us.

Amber’s POV

I was the happiest I’d been in a while. It was finally dark outside, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. It was still pretty hot and humid, but it was far more tolerable without the sun’s rays beating down on my skin. I was excited for the big show as everyone was starting to set off fireworks. When I say “they,” I mean Jax and Opie. They had stayed somewhat sober during the day to handle the fireworks safely, or so they said. Those boys can drink so much booze that it’s hard to tell when it actually affects them. I’ve noticed Jax can put it away pretty well, and then at some point, he just finds a bed and passes out. So far, though, he seemed coherent enough. I had smoked a blunt about 20 minutes ago, so perhaps I wasn’t the best judge of character at the moment.

The day had been pretty tame by SAMCRO standards, probably because some of the rowdier members had other obligations to tend to. I was nervous about having my parents at the clubhouse, but Jax had told Gemma to ensure the usual craziness was toned down, and for the most part, it was. Gemma could be a cunt sometimes, but she was generally an excellent host. I could tell she was going out of her way to make my parents feel welcome, and it was nice. She didn’t even seem put out by it— almost like she enjoyed it. My parents knew a bit about the biker life, but they weren’t ready for the violence and the crow eaters. Not yet, anyway.

“Hey, Mom, look how—” I turned to see my parents had already gone home. I checked my phone and saw a message from them:

“Hey, sweetheart. We didn’t want to disturb you. Have a good time tonight, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

They must have left when I sparked up the blunt with Juice and Piney. It didn’t bother them any, but it was getting late, and it was a long day. If anything, my parents were probably a little overstimulated.

The next morning, Teller and I were curled up in his dorm room. We had planned our own little fireworks show but ended up too tired. The heat had taken it out of me, so we settled for naked cuddles instead.

“Morning, darlin’,” he smiled his face inches from mine.

“Hi,” I replied, smiling back.

“You gotta go home later. Can’t you stay another day?” he asked, wrapping me in his arms again.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about calling in sick,” I chuckled. “It’s been so nice the last few days.”

“Well, what are you doing next weekend? Maybe I can come up to New York.” That had been our routine— one weekend, I came home, and the next, he visited me.

“Donna mentioned something about getting our nails done,” I said, kissing his chest. I let my hand wander down between us, wrapping it around his cock. I looked at him for consent.

“Please,” he smirked. I smiled, kissing him as my hand worked its magic.

I did call in sick. I wanted to stay another day, not just with Teller, but with my parents.

“Mom, what is it? You’ve been staring at me all day, smiling. So has Dad. It’s creepy,” I chuckled as we sat in the shade on the back patio.

“You’re happy, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I’m hanging out with you,” I chuckled.

“Smartass,” she replied, laughing as we sat together.

Just then, I heard the old pickup truck pulling into the driveway. My smile grew even bigger—my badass biker was here. He knocked, and my mom waved him in. Jax joined us on the back porch.

My mom asked him to stay for dinner, and he kindly accepted. I told him we were having one of his favorites: roast with carrots and potatoes. Once dinner was ready, we all sat down at the table. My parents thanked him for inviting them to the club the day before. I just sat back, watching them interact. I was so glad they got along. After dinner, I walked Jax out to his truck.

“Thank you,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him.

“You’re welcome, my love,” he replied.

#jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc #jax teller imagine #jax teller fluff

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musclesaber · 1 year ago

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Serial Breeder Part 6 Preview:

The Next Generation of Alpha Sigma Zeta

[Story Gallery] [Part 1] [Part 2 Preview] [Part 3 Preview] [Part 4 Preview] [Part 5 Preview] [Part 7 Preview] [Part 8 Preview]

The frat brothers all go into labor and Jackson is overwhelmed by all of the smalls the brothers are producing. But he does his best to help them through the process, but can't seem to keep his head on straight when all of them look so sexy doing it.

Warning: Contains Mpreg, Birth, Inflation, Cumflation, Rapid Pregnancy, Hyper Pregnancy, Hyper Birth, Rapid Birth, Hyper Pecs, Hyper Ass, Lactation, Straight to Gay, Cock Growth, and Muscle Growth

The entire frat house was filled with moans, screams, and splashes of water as the floors of the house got covered in amniotic fluid. The brothers were all going into labor and their bellies were still growing. And with the sizes of their bellies, there had to be a lot of babies inside. Even as the brothers’ water broke, their bellies continued to inflate with more size as the babies inside matured to full term and beyond.

All of the brothers’ asses had blossomed bigger than what was humanly possible. Even Devon, the smallest of the bunch, had an ass like two overblown beach balls. And Cole, who started his transformation with an ass as big as an actual dump truck, was still growing out of the ceiling of the ballroom with an ass the size of a blimp. There were even some of the brothers who had already fat asses before their transformations, like Will, who got a massive boost in the ass department by the rapid pregnancy. While his belly was the size of a car, his ass was big enough to cover and crush the entire sofa under it.

Just like the brothers’ asses, their pecs had all been growing massive and full of milk. Everyone’s nipples had become engorged like dinner plates and long like bottles of sodas. Each of their pecs were sloshing full of milk and some were even leaking milk onto the carpet in the living room. As some of the brothers tried to move despite their transformations, their pecs jiggled and swayed like giant water balloons. All of their pecs put any woman’s to shame. And the biggest of the bunch, Rick, who had gallons of milk stored in his jugs, could probably fill a pool up with his pecs that were shooting milk out of them like a fireman’s hose.

If you want to continue reading this part, message me and I can send you the rest of it for $5.

#gay #growth #musclegrowth #size difference #getting taller #hyper #mpreg #rapid pregnancy #birth

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lonelycatsblog · 1 year ago

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here is a short story i wrote

Arthur

By lonelycatsblog

“Guys, he’s not moving!” I shouted to them as they slowed down. We had just been going for a fun walk through the woods, the four of us, when I spotted a homeless person sleeping just off of the trail. When I first saw him I was doubled over, hands on my knees, panting from running almost a kilometre with my friends. He’d just been lying there, face down, with some garbage surrounding him. I should’ve left him, but my curiosity got the better of me. When I stopped to check on him, Jackson, Jean and Rowen had kept on going without even noticing.

“Don’t joke around, you’re falling behind.” Jean is my sister and my best friend, but god, she is annoying! Just yesterday, I was mid-shower and she turned off the hot water. I’ll get her back soon. We’re both 15 right now. She’ll be 16 in a few months. We have different mothers and the same father. It’s a complicated situation.

Slowly sauntering my way, she thought I was playing some sick prank on her and our friends. I wasn’t. This man, wearing a dirtied Walmart uniform, lying face down in the detritus, wasn’t moving at all. I was no longer on the trail. I was now kneeling beside the unconscious man, with his face planted on the forest floor, my heart rate picking up, looking for his pulse. Please have a pulse. Please. Please. Please. I pleaded in my mind for him to be alive. Still nothing. Looking up, I see my sister, a slight worry on her face, standing over me. She makes her way to my side, calling Jackson and Rowen over. “You two are kidding right?! Leave the man to nap.” chuckled Rowen. He never took anything seriously.

Jackson caught the distress on our faces and came jogging over. “Why are we all standing over a Walmart employee right now?”

“I can’t feel a pulse.” My voice is high and scratchy. It’s funny to think this morning I was stressed out over my exam and now I’m here. It really puts life into perspective. “Flip him over.” Jackson has command in his voice now. He’s focused. He believes me.

“NOW!” How is he this calm?

“K, on three” Jean's voice is pitchy. One, two, three. I count in my mind as she says it out loud. My muscles strain under the weight of the body. As he lands on his back, the leaves crunch under his weight, and the smell of mouldy leaves and sweat sting my nose, my thoughts are going a hundred miles an hour. I’m freaking out. We’re all freaking out. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. How does someone forget how to breathe?

Rowen is red in the face, standing about five feet back, unable to move. The homeless man is covered in dirt and blood? Yes, that’s blood. A lot of it. The blood seems to have come from small cuts all over his face and body. A name tag on his uniform says Arthur. Unzipping Arthur’s blue Walmart vest, Jackson is taking action. His dad is a fireman and taught Jackson everything you’d need to know in a situation like this. Hands cupped together, he starts CPR on Arthur. “Check his pulse again, Alec.” My palms are sweaty, and my fingers are cold and shaky

as I reach towards Arthur’s neck. His bare skin against mine feels cold and soft; does normal skin feel like this? Please, please, please. No pulse. “No, pulse.” I croak. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. Why me? Why him?

Jean's hand intertwines with mine and we sit there and stare at Arthur’s motionless body while Jackson starts mouth-to-mouth. “Why isn’t he moving?” Rowen has finally come to join us beside Arthur. His face is bright red and his inhaler is in his hand. He’s shaking as he sits down next to Jean. Jean grabs his hand and we all sit in silence, waiting. Rowen and Jean dated for a few weeks last summer before Jean came out as lesbian. Things are a little awkward now between them but they still care about each other.

“Check!” Jackson is exasperated. My free hand fumbles around Arthur’s neck. “Still no pulse.”

“Fuck!” He starts aggressively pumping his chest. Arthur isn’t moving. Shaking beside me, I can feel Jean digging her nails into my hand. The pain is a good distraction, so I squeeze back just as hard. Crack! I snap back into reality to see a tear running down Jackson's face as he hopelessly wails on Arthur’s chest. The crack must’ve been one of Arthur’s ribs. I’ve heard that it’s pretty common to break ribs during CPR. Back on the main trail, I see Rowen fainting with his phone in his hand. Jean runs over to him, breaking his fall and picking up the phone. She begins talking to someone on the other end of the phone. 911? Hopefully.

Using all my strength, I pull myself to my feet and run to Jackson. I grab him from the back and pull him off Arthur. He’s full-on bawling at this point. “No, I can save him!” Jackson screams as he falls onto me still squirming. “Stop, I need to save him!” he sobs. “No, he’s dead. Let it go.” Arms swinging, he tries to escape my grip. I see his elbow swing towards my face and then darkness.

Lights flashing, sirens blaring, my eyes flutter open. I’m on the ground, my head in Jean's lap. She sits there silently, stunned. Where Arthur was before now lays a body bag surrounded by a few police and firefighters. The ambulance, the vehicle nearest to us, has Jackson sitting inside with a blanket around him and Rowen on a cot right outside. Everything is loud and bright. There’s a ringing in my ears—or maybe everyone can hear it. I can’t tell anymore.

“Hey, you're the one who found the body right?” an older man says from above. “Arthur.” Jean murmurs.

“Ya, I found him.”

“You’re going to need to come to the police station with me. We have a few questions to

ask you. If you want, she can come as well.” he gestured to Jean.

Prompt used: A group of teens find a dead body

#short story #my writing

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spearzreloaded · 6 months ago

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NXT ... But It's ECW *Part Deux

(10 Woman Tag Match / NXT : 6th/Nov.2k24)

How could a ten woman tag match possibly be extreme on a night paying homage to ECW?

Enter the NXT women's division.

Kelani Jordan and Jacy Jayne served as the respective MVPs for their teams - Jordan getting the most high-flying work soaring about the arena taking out the heels several times over

while Jayne served as the workhorse jobber, taking the most punishment from the faces.

My favorite point of this match was the face-off between these two, because how could I pick a side?

But while Jayne spent the match racking up pity points, Jordan showed out since the match started with a jumping Meteora.

I haven't even seen Mercedes Mone' do that.

Giulia commanded so much respect in the ring as did Stephanie Vaquer, making it so easy to hate whatever Roxanne Perez and Cora Jade were doing.

I just couldn't understand why Giulia stayed in the ring for so long when she was getting her first wind. Giulia just doesn't make sense as a jobber, and should be treated as such.

Plus, the viking schtick really works for her. This isn't Valkyrie.

Zaria just might be the closest thing though.

After she crushed Brinley Reece last week, I haven't been big on her and it looks like WWE has got the memo.

She crashed into Jordynne Grace with a spear as she went to get the win without a fireman's carry slam and didn't even pick Grace back up.

A heel turn is imminent for Zaria, and in the case of WWE, the sooner the better. Zaria vs. Grace could headline Deadline, and that's just an early prospect.

Jackson and Legend's mid match cameo was jokes. A great distraction, but I was as hurt seeing them wiped out as whenever Jayne took a hit. They really deserve some tag titles.

For a tag match to be an ECW tribute closer, I still find it to be a strange decision. Thankfully no matter the date or stipulation - NXT's women will always show out as they did to close this show, a great exhibition of those looking to get vetted and vets who it would be a shame to see get called up from WWE's best program today.

C.V.R. The Bard

9th/Nov.2k24

#nxt #women's combat sports #women's division #women's wrestling #female jobber #kelani jordan #nxt women's division #wwe women's division #spearz2dastreetz #sports journalism #sports column #stephanie vaquer #giulia #zaria #jacy jayne #fatal influence #roxanne perez #cora jade

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thehyperrequiem · 2 years ago

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Cartoon Creatures (Cars Parody) Trilogy Cast Revamped

Cartoon Creatures 1: "In a world where the towns are peopled with cartoon creatures, and even the bugs are mini cartoon creatures, a young ambitious racer called Kiwi Cookie is a star. On his way to an important event, he has to stop in the little town of Radiator Springs after he accidentally damages the road and is forced to repair it. He finds living in a community oddly endearing, making true friends and beginning to realize there's more in life than winning."

Cartoon Creatures 2: "Racer Kiwi Cookie and his grumpus buddy, Gramble, have had their share of adventures together but nothing like what they experience when they head overseas for the first-ever World Grand Prix. While Kiwi Cookie has his eye on the road to the championship, Gramble takes a detour to international espionage when he meets TBD master spy Gummy String Cookie and stunning spy-in-training Wiggle Wigglebottom."

Cartoon Creatures 3: "Blindsided by a new generation of blazing-fast cartoon creatures, the legendary Kiwi Cookie finds himself pushed out of the sport that he loves. Hoping to get back in the game, he turns to Nitroman, an eager young technician who has his own plans for winning. With inspiration from Dark Cacao Cookie and a few unexpected turns, No. 95 prepares to compete on Piston Cup Racing's biggest stage."

Kiwi Cookie (Cookie Run) as Lightning Mcqueen

Roll Cake Cookie (Cookie Run) as Sally Carrera

Gramble Gigglefunny (Bugsnax) as Mater

Madeleine Cookie and Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run) as Rust-ee and Dust-eze

Bulkhead (Transformers Animated) as Mack

Red Velvet Cookie (Cookie Run) as Chick Hicks

Wambus Troubleham (Bugsnax) as Strip Weathers/The King

Triffany Lottablog (Bugsnax) as Lynda Weathers/Mrs. The King

Speedwagon (Jjba Phantom Blood) as Tex Dinoco

Sparkman (Megaman) as Red

Fireman (Megaman) as Sheriff

Dark Cacao Cookie (Cookie Run) as Doc Hudson

Choco Pearl Cookie (@sundove88) as Herself/Doc Hudson's Wife

Dark Choco Cookie (Cookie Run) as Himself/Doc Hudson's Son

Gyro Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar (Jjba Steel Ball Run) as Luigi and Guido

Neon J. (No Straight Roads) as Sarge

1010 (No Straight Roads) as Themselves/Sarge’s Troops

DJ Subatomic Supernova (No Straight Roads) as Fillmore

Blast Hornet (Megaman X3) as Ramone

Spike Rosered (Megaman X5) as Flo

Knightman (Megaman) as Lizzie

Jan and Daphne (No Straight Roads) as Van and Minny

Lime Cookie and Orange Cookie (Cookie Run) as Mia and Tia

ZZ (Jjba Stardust Crusaders) as Fred

Yamatoman (Megaman) as Stanley

Rabbids (Rabbids series) as Themselves/Companions of Radiator Springs

Filbo Fiddlepie (Bugsnax) as Himself/Mayor of Radiator Springs

Mayday and Zuke (No Straight Roads) as Themselves/The Allies of Radiator Springs

Viviano Westwood (Jjba Stone Ocean) as Frank

Enker, Ballade, Punk, and Quint (Megaman) as Boost, DJ, Wingo, and Snot Rod

Gummy String Cookie (Cookie Run) as Finn McMissile

Wiggle Wigglebottom (Bugsnax) as Holley Shiftwell

Cioccolata (Jjba Vento Aureo) as Professor Zundapp

Caesar Zeppeli (Jjba Battle Tendency) as Rod Redline

Quickman (Megaman) as Francesco Burnoulli

Poison Mushroom Cookie and Schwarzwälder (Cookie Run) as Grem and Acer

Diavolo (Jjba Vento Aureo) as Ivan

Mario Zucchero (Jjba Vento Aureo) as Tubbs Pacer

Donatello Versus (Jjba Stone Ocean) as J. Curby Gremlin

Ungalo (Jjba Stone Ocean) as Victor Hugo

Rykiel (Jjba Stone Ocean) as Vladimir Trunkov

Devo (Jjba Stardust Crusaders) as Karl Haulzemoff

Various Minor Villains as The Lemons

Kliff (No Straight Roads) as Miles Axelrod

Nitroman (Megaman) as Cruz Ramirez

Jupiter (Megaman) as Jackson Storm

Blademan (Megaman) as Smokey

Pure Vanilla Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, (Cookie Run) and Pharaohman (Megaman) as Junior, River, and Louise

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run) as Sterling

Mala Sauce Cookie (Cookie Run) as Miss Fritter

Black Raisin Cookie (Cookie Run) as Natalie Certain

#Crossover Casting #Pixar Cars #Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures #Cookie Run #Bugsnax #No Straight Roads #Transformers Animated #rabbids #Megaman #Megaman X

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carsonian · 2 years ago

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Been getting more mean anon comments on AO3 so I’m just gonna hit back.

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh

Doh doh doh, doh duh (Aaaaaaow!)

This hit

That ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer

That white gold

This one, for them hood girls

Them good girls

Straight masterpieces

Stylin', while in

Livin' it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Called a police and a fireman

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Make a dragon wanna retire, man

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Say my name you know who I am

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Am I bad 'bout that money

Break it down

Girls hit you hallelujah (whuoo)

'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

Don't believe me, just watch (Come on)

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Hey, hey, hey, oh!

Stop

Wait a minute

Fill my cup put some liquor in it

Take a sip, sign a check

Julio! Get the stretch!

Ride to Harlem, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi

If we show up, we gon' show out

Smoother than a fresh jar o' Skippy

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Called a police and a fireman

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Make a dragon wanna retire, man

I'm too hot (hot damn) (hot damn)

Bitch, say my name you know who I am

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Am I bad 'bout that money

Break it down

Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com

Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)

'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you

Saturday night and we in the spot

Don't believe me, just watch (come on)

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Hey, hey, hey, oh!

Before we leave

Let me tell y'all a lil' something

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

I said Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

If you freaky then own it

Don't brag about it, come show me

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

Well it's Saturday night and we in the spot

Don't believe me, just watch (come on)

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh (Hah!)

Don't believe me, just watch

Hey, hey, hey, oh!

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up (say whaa?!)

Uptown Funk you up

Aaaaaaow!

#today was just not the day #I’m trying to have fun bro! if u don’t want to be at the circus don’t buy a ticket #anon comments #hope that tag stays quiet

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sillyguystrawb · 3 months ago

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Rough outline of Jack Nyras' story up to when he goes to Slenderman's Compound in my Main AU!! Includes headcanons and gay stuff. A little angst with Toby at the end that ends nicely though! :)

This will be long and is quite Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Heed the trigger warnings. No I don't have names for anyone yet lmao.

TW list: Child death, domestic abuse, murder, ANGST, parental death, arson, dead animal mention, (feel free to ask me to add more if I forgot something).

Jackson (Jack) Nyras was born 1996 in a little town in Canada called Drumheller! His mom was young, about 18 when she had him. Despite that she tried her best, and she got married to his father (20 years old) when Jack was two! He was the best little ring bearer despite stopping in the middle of the isle and putting the ring down to run and hug his mom at the altar.

Jack's family was not a happy one. After Jack's parents got married they moved in together and they started fighting a lot. Jack's dad was very physically abusive to his mother.

When Jack was 5 he was brought home from by his father, but when they got to the house it was burning. Firemen everywhere, Jack will never forget the fireman telling his dad there was a casualty of the fire. Jack never saw his mother again and was shut down every time he brought her up.

Jack's dad's new girlfriend got pregnant when he was 9 days after she moved in, and he became a big brother for the first time 9 months later. He was very excited to help take care of them. He wanted to protect them so much :(

At 14 years old Jack was essentially a third parent to 5 siblings (a set of twins among them) and absolutely an abnormality among his peers. He was very gentle, extremely polite to authority, fatherly toward his siblings, and protective of most people he deemed deserving. He often thought the other kids were immature and rude.

Jack despite his very friendly outward personality for the most part, he was kinda dark on the inside and spent free time finding roadkill to slice up and check out what was inside.

At 15 Jack was a certified loner. His dad and stepmother had a total of 7 kids together (two sets of twins now) raising the child count in the house to 8. He shared a bedroom with two of his siblings. (the two youngest ones). So any alone time he got was so incredibly important to him. He also became resentful of his parents.

At 16, Jack's dad took the kids (besides the two youngest) all camping in summer so mom could have alone time (even though the two babies were there?). They had to go home only the morning after they left because a fire had burned their house down, the stepmother and children with it. It hit Jack for the first time that his dad may be the cause of the fires killing people in his life. He began to completely HATE his father for taking his mother away from him.

This was the same year he started looking into his interest in anatomy of animals and humans, finding humans more more interesting to know about. He began consider being a surgeon when he was older.

At 17 years old, Jack moved out. His father was thrilled with this, and until Jack was 18 he stayed with a friend and his family.

At 18 Jack had his own apartment with the same friend. He also had a massive crush on this guy, and had never really thought about romance before so deemed himself gay because it made sense. He came out to his friend and confessed his feelings to him over beers on the friend's birthday after the party had ended. The friend liked him back and Jack's room became their shared room pretty fast.

This is also around the time Jack started realizing he was a complete Dom/top in bed lmao and the boyfriend did not complain at all

Jack a couple months later came out to his dad and siblings! The second oldest kid (girl, absolutely punk as fuck and Jack loved it) immediately was like "Dude no way I'm also gay" and the dad cut Jack off from the family citing his "lifestyle" and "bad influence" on the kids. Jack cried a lot after that because he wasn't allowed to see his siblings anymore.

Jack enjoyed life with his boyfriend despite that, and the boyfriend was very very sweet and understanding about Jack's problems. He asked what Jack wanted in his life, and urged him to follow his own path.

Jack was 19 when he started going to college to be a surgeon, and though he knew an interesting amount already due to his fascination of the subject, he loved learning more. His boyfriend was super excited for him, and eventually started driving up to his college on weekends to hang out with him.

Well well well, cue Jack coming back to his dorm to see his boyfriend hadn't come when he said, so he asked the dorm mate "hey, has ___ not arrived?" And the dorm mate just shrugs and goes "saw me and booked it." Jack texts the boyfriend and asks him if he's ok, to which the boyfriend is like "We need to talk about your roommate". Jack drives to their apartment and sees the boyfriend crying on the couch. He explains to Jack that his roommate sexually assaulted him when they were kids. Jack asks why he's never said anything and the boyfriend said that he thought he wasn't in danger if Jack was there, and when he came to see Jack wasn't at his dorm yet, he freaked out.

Jack asked for a new dorm mate but since being denied, he prompted to just visit his boyfriend on weekends instead of the other way around.

Jack was driving to his apartment to meet his boyfriend one night, and stopped at a gas station to fill up the car. I'm going to stop talking here because if I write out how Chernobog possessed Jack, this would be a spoiler! :)

Now that Jack is possessed by Chernobog and has to leave everything behind, he goes to the apartment his boyfriend and him had, and leaves a note at the door with all his money, IDs and other such items. The note pretty much says "Tomorrow the news will be flooded with my face. It's all true, but not for the reasons they may say. I'm sorry we have to end our relationship like this. It isn't what I wanted, you were all I wanted, really. I wish I could say I hope to see you again, but you wouldn't recognize me, and for what I've become you wouldn't want to. I love you, goodbye."

He learned his tears were black after he got out of the building.

His first stop was his mom's grave, because he had nowhere else to go. Slenderman had been following him all night and finally made an appearance to invite Jack to live with "others like him" at the compound. Jack asked "other monsters?" And Slenderman said "Depending on what you define a monster as."

Cue Slenderman teleporting himself and Jack to the Compound!!! Woo hoo!!!!

And that's all I got folks.

Special note: Toby looks a lot like Jack's old boyfriend and it threw him off HARD and the first time he saw Toby he burst into tears and ran off :) Toby was offended for like a whole year by Jack's inability to look at or talk to him. He learned through Clockwork the reason why, and when Toby confronted Jack about it, Jack just says "Yeah, you do look like him." Toby asks if it hurt Jack to look at him, and Jack takes off his mask, looks Toby dead in the face and growls "Every time I see you I see the life I left behind because of this horrible fucking creature I've become. How do you think it feels?" Toby cries that night and so does Jack!!! Clockwork gets them together the next day to talk it all through and Jack apologizes for being so cold to Toby. They start to be friends :)

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #crp fandom #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack creepypasta #ej creepypasta #ej headcanon #angst #whump #jack nyras

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ulkaralakbarova · 10 months ago

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Kenneth Feinberg, a powerful D.C. lawyer appointed Special Master of the 9/11 Fund, fights off the cynicism, bureaucracy, and politics associated with administering government funds and, in doing so, discovers what life is worth. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Kenneth Feinberg: Michael Keaton Camille Biros: Amy Ryan Charles Wolf: Stanley Tucci Lee Quinn: Tate Donovan Priya Khundi: Shunori Ramanathan Dede Feinberg: Talia Balsam Karen Donato: Laura Benanti Frank Donato: Chris Tardio Darryl Barnes: Ato Blankson-Wood Gloria Toms: Carolyn Mignini John Ashcroft: Victor Slezak Law Student Barron: Logan Hart Law Student Patel: Vihaan Samat Law Student Nguyen: Laura Sohn Bart Cuthbert: Marc Maron Defense Lawyer / William: Alfredo Narciso Plaintiff Lawyer / Gary: Jason Kravits Oliver: Clifton Samuels Older Man (Speaking Spanish): Louis Arcella Attorney 2: Melissa Miller Translator: Ana Isabel Dow Tom Schultz Sr.: Ian Blackman June Schultz: Connie Ray Senator Kennedy: Steve Vinovich Senator Hagel: Bill Winkler Michael Myers: Jeff Biehl Katherine Wolf: Stephanie Heitman 9/11 Mother / Cathy: Deborah Hedwall Blue Collar Man: Tom Bruno Airline Lobbyist: Bradford How Large Fireman: Chris Cardona Richard: David Fierro Laura: Lynne Wintersteller Don: Jon Wenc Jim: Wass Stevens Myrna: Zuzanna Szadkowski Maya: Gayle Rankin Joan: Catherine Curtin Janice: Shernita Anderson Graham Morris: Andy Schneeflock Jose: Brandon Hernandez Carlos: E.R. Ruiz Usher: David Edward Jackson Ruth: Johanna Day Victor: Joseph Ragno Fedex Carrier: Panama Redd Mail Woman: Kay Walbye Fay: Miriam Morales Airline Lobbyist #2: Stephen Reich James: James Ciccone Anthoula: Anthoula Katsimatides Dancer: Jaime Verazin Dancer: Alessandra Marconi Dancer: Lindsey Hailes Dancer: Marc Heitzman Dancer: Jacob ‘Seven Feet’ Melvin Dancer: Jeffery Duffy Meeting Attendee: Billy Lefkowitz Film Crew: Director: Sara Colangelo Producer: Max Borenstein Casting: Kerry Barden Casting: Paul Schnee Original Music Composer: Nico Muhly Costume Design: Mirren Gordon-Crozier Editor: Julia Bloch Production Design: Tommaso Ortino Director of Photography: Pepe Avila del Pino Executive Producer: Nik Bower Executive Producer: Deepak Nayar Executive Producer: Ara Keshishian Executive Producer: Kimberly Fox Unit Production Manager: Charles Miller Executive Producer: Edward Fee Executive Producer: Allen Liu Producer: Marc Butan Producer: Anthony Katagas Producer: Michael Sugar Producer: Brad Dorros Producer: Sean Sorensen Producer: Michael Keaton Set Decoration: Olivia Peebles Makeup Department Head: Ivy Ermert Makeup Artist: Diane Calfee Makeup Artist: Charles Zambrano Visual Effects Supervisor: Eran Dinur Executive Producer: Mary Aloe Set Medic: Bop Tweedie Choreographer: Mark Stuart Production Accountant: James Stayne Producer’s Assistant: Anthony Santos Producer’s Assistant: Laura Pilloni Production Coordinator: Amanda O’Reilly Assistant Production Coordinator: Marilyn Majich Location Assistant: Cenia Hampton Payroll Accountant: Catherine ‘Annie’ Eklund Stand In: Dillon Egyes Production Assistant: Michael Egues Dialogue Coach: Jessica Drake Production Secretary: Dana Darby Post Production Accountant: Nathaniel Carota Script Supervisor: Erika Sanz Corbacho Music Editor: Suzana Peric Music Supervisor: Rupert Hollier Music Supervisor: David Fish Location Manager: Dennis Voskov Assistant Location Manager: Brit Smith Location Scout: Tom Sexton Location Assistant: Lindsey Lambert Location Scout: Eric Jordan Nussbaum Location Assistant: George Marro Location Scout: Sarah Crofts Color Assistant: Ben White Digital Intermediate Editor: Samantha Uber Digital Conform Editor: Josh Perault Finishing Producer: Michael Maida First Assistant Editor: Gordon Holmes Post Production Assistant: Dillon Henry Assistant Editor: Dan Grbic Colorist: Sam Daley Additional Editor: Tariq Anwar Costumer: Kaitie Galligan Assistant Costume Designer: Caitlin Doukas Key Costumer: Sawyer Devuyst Wardrobe Supervisor: Jillian Daidone Set Costumer: Mary Caprari Costume Coordinator: Talia Brody-Barre ADR Voice Casting...

#9/11 #based on true story #Top Rated Movies #world trade center

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designaday · 1 year ago

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Ultimate Playlist: Women’s Names, F-J

Now we run into a few letters of the alphabet that aren’t quite as popular for women’s names. One F, two G’s, one H, and one I.

Miss Fritchie by Eddie From Ohio Based on a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier, this song tells the story of Barbara Fritchie, who waved her Union flag as Stonewall Jackson marched the Confederate army into Frederick, Maryland.

The Simple Joys of Maidenhood by Lerner & Loewe, sung by Julie Andrews From the musical Camelot, this song finds Guenevere singing to St. Genevieve about her hesitancy to marry and become queen.

Ginger Faye by Eddie From Ohio “This here’s the story ’bout Ginger Faye,” a young woman from the University of Virginia, recently married, who arrives in Queensland, Australia, only to be pulled off the dock and drowned by a crocodile.

Heather Graham by Da Vinci’s Notebook This comedic, a cappella group sings a song about having a crush on the popular, American actress.

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls The song eclipsed the movie it was written for, City of Angels, which is about an angel who is willing to give up his immortality to be with the woman he falls in love with.

Jane by Jefferson Starship A hard rocking love song about a woman playing hard-to-get.

Jane by Barenaked Ladies Co-written with Stephen Duffy, the song was inspired by a grocery store clerk Duffy was attracted to. In the song, after an initial relationship, Jane decides they should just stay friends.

Salvation Jane by INXS Salvation Jane is the name of an Australian flower, and the lyrics of the song seem to be about humanity’s impact on nature, but there’s definitely some personification going on.

Janey Don’t You Lose Heart by Bruce Springsteen Janey has apparently been having a hard time of it. Bruce’s compassion is going to hold her up.

Janie’s Got A Gun by Aerosmith This Janie is in worse shape than the previous one. Tired of being sexually abused by her father, she shoots him in the head. The song was inspired by two news articles Steven Tyler read in Time and Newsweek.

Little Jeannie by Elton John The lyrics of this love song were written by Gary Osborne about a specific person with a different name he never revealed.

8675309 / Jenny by Tommy Tutone This song amounts to a joke, the punchline (found in the bridge) being that the singer found Jenny’s phone number written on the wall of a bathroom stall. Unfortunately, as the song hit #4 on the charts in the US back in 1981, one unlucky woman received 22,000 phone calls.

Jelly Man Kelly by James Taylor Yes, the song is titled after a boy, but in the second verse, we find “the part about Jenny Mahenny. She’s the fireman’s daughter.” James performed the song on Sesame Street episode 1,800 in 1980.

Jolene by Dolly Parton Named by Rolling Stone as one of the “500 Greatest Songs of All Time,” this crossover country hit was inspired by a red-headed bank clerk who flirted with Dolly’s husband while they were newly married.

Why Judy Why by Billy Joel Named after Billy’s sister, whom he often turned to for support growing up, the song is about a man going through a breakup and turning to his friend Judy for comfort.

Justice and Independence ’85 by John Cougar Mellencamp A political allegory, the song tells the tale of a man born on the 4th of July named Independence Day who married a girl named Justice. After giving birth to a son called “the Nation,” she leaves.

#ultimate playlist #music

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florenceandthemachine · 5 years ago

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so i binged all of 911 over the span of like four days and now i can’t stop thinking about paramedic/firefighter jackson (whichever you prefer, both are Very Good) and police sergeant stiles help me

leave it to @jacksonstilinskis to come up with the truly transcendent asks. Because as much as you KNOW I love a paramedic (or any medical field) Jackson, I actually bought a 2020 Firefighters Holding Kittens calendar (that’s a link, I really hope it worked). So you know that’s all I’m picturing.

Whats even funnier, though, is the fact that Stiles (who would look damn good in his LAPD uniform) absolutely fucking HATE Jackson in the beginning, in a way that would go way past the typical “police vs fire” rivalry.

It would have started with an attempt at a friendly greeting, a smooth dismissal, something about a fire bug, Jackson’s offhand comments about cops and doughnuts, but that would all have been fine. It would have taken one offhand comment about Stiles’ father (”back in Beacon County? how has he not been shot yet?”) and that would have been it—Stiles would have had an enemy for life.

Their first post-hatred, on the job interaction would be at the scene of a pretty violent assault—Stiles would have the victim curled up on the front steps of her building, a shock blanket over her shoulders, sitting beside her as Scott finishes taping the area off, while Kira and her team took pictures of everything they could inside—the dents in the walls, the broken window, overturned furniture, everything.

Stiles would have called for some paramedic assistance—the girl had cuts over her palms and a pretty deep laceration on her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the corpse in the living room. He would be doing his best to try and comfort her, but there was no easy way to say “hey, it’s okay, I’m a great shot, so your abusive husband didn’t suffer when I blew his brains out!”.

Fire would have been on scene before any ambulance or paramedics, which made sense—they were all trained in first aid anyway—and Stiles would have felt his heart fucking sink when Whittemore stepped out of the truck, because the last thing he needed was this asshole with a jaw made of marble and a heart made of coal fucking with this poor girl.

But then Whittemore is crouched down, and he’s speaking slowly to her, softly, and suddenly she’s letting him stitch up her arm, and Stiles is almost dizzy with how quick things have snapped around.

So Whittemore could be nice to civilians. That was.... decent of him.

Their next on the job interaction isn’t on the job at all, which is almost funny. Stiles walks into the bank in his civvies and gets in line behind a very, very nice ass.

It’s wiggling, for fucks sake, as the owner moves his hips ever so slightly to whatever music is playing through a white pair of earbuds. Stiles allows himself all of three minutes to stare before he realizes that that ass is attached to a nearly perfect V of a gorgeous torso... clad in an LAFD tee shirt.

All beneath a blond, cropped haircut, that—unfortunately—Stiles would recognize anywhere.

Stiles isn’t sure what he hates more—the fact that he’s been blatantly ogling a fireman, or the fact that he was ogling Whittemore, for fucks sake—but, thankfully (unfortunately?) his attention doesn’t linger for long.

At the front of the line, there’s a man standing in a dark coat and jeans, rolling on the balls of his feet—and if the anxious motions weren’t enough to give him away, the panicked smile on the tellers face was enough to set him on high alert.

Sure enough, he only had a half minute to wait before there was a flash of metal, and he pushed back from his heels as he let out a shout. The distraction worked, thankfully—the would-be robber spun on his heel, the teller dove beneath the counter, and Stiles had his arms around Whittemore’s shoulders, throwing him to the floor as a bullet rang out above them.

His heel may have dug into the firemans leg as he sprung forward, but he’d apologize for that later—his shoulder connected with the mans abdomen and they were both down on the ground in a tussle of arms and legs, Stiles gripping at his wrist, forcing him to unload the gun into the marble flooring of the bank.

It felt like the struggle lasted an hour, but in less than a second Stiles had the man pinned, gun knocked far from his hand, and Whittemore—fucking finally—had his earbuds out, speaking in rapid fire tones to what Stiles assumed was the local Los Angeles dispatchers.

The good news, no one was hurt. That was the only good news, he decided, as he started to take stock of things when the on-duty officers took over the scene.

The bad news, it was Stiles day off, and now he had about a ton of paperwork to fill out. He fucking hated paperwork.

Plus his arm hurt.

Plus, he was still mad at himself for spending a chunk of his morning staring at Whittemore’s ass.

So, needless to say, when he felt eyes drilling into his head, he didn’t have the most pleased expression on his face as he turned.

Whittemore was smirking at him from across the room, eyes dragging over Stiles now-rumpled form, and somehow that made Stiles even more grumpy.

Somehow, knowing that the fire fighting dickwad was checking him out after taking down an armed robber did little to boost his mood.

—

Their third encounter was somehow the most dangerous.

Which was ironic, considering their last encounter had involved a fully loaded gun fired at them.

Stiles, being the great person that he was, had offered to switch duties with Scott for a week so Scott could spend time with Allison (in all reality, he did anything that he could in order to get Scott to shut the fuck up about his perfect love life).

No good deed went unpunished, though, because Stiles was now stuck on evidence duty.

No good deed definitely went unpunished, because less than twenty minutes after he logged “attache case, locked, recovered from Union Station” and he had slid it on the shelf next to “axe, bloody” and “Argent, bank records” when the case started to smoke.

The evidence hall was cramped—it was this tiny, narrow space, full of clothing, papers, baggage, weapons, and it didn’t take long for a huge portion of it to go up in flame. Stiles, bless his heart, was a fucking idiot, because immediately threw himself over the smoking suitcase to try and save some of the evidence in the shelving behind it. The Argent dossier had taken he and his team months to fully compile, and while most of the data was backed up on several servers brought the district, these bank records were the latchkey to the entire case—and he would be damned if a suddenly incendiary briefcase took that work away from them.

Stiles was almost thankful when he heard the fire alarm go off... and was less thankful when he beat the flame off of a folder of paper, kicked open the door to the bullpen, and—

—immediately came face to flame with a wall of fire.

It was probably foolish to assume that his own little firebox was the only incendiary device left in the building—anyone desperate enough to burn some evidence certainly wouldn’t leave it all to one briefcase—and he would have been really upset with himself if he wasn’t launched straight into panic.

Shoving the file into his shirt, he threw himself to the floor, ducking low beneath the smoke that was quickly filling the floor. He could go for one of the extinguishers along the far wall of the building, but new fires were popping up everywhere he looked—through the vents in the floor, from a desk in the pen, and Stiles could already feel his lungs heavy with smoke as he made his way to a stairwell.

The handle was hot, but the stairs were his only option—and he tried to keep himself as low as he could as the smoke pooled into the stairwell, his chest tightening as he suppressed a coughing fit.

As he descended the first flight, he only had a moment to be thankful that he had switched shifts with Scott—with his asthma, Scott would have been unconscious five minutes ago... and wasn’t that a terrifying thought.

Not that Stiles was faring much better. He was less than halfway down to the main floor when his head started to swim, smoke clinging to his clothing and soot singed to his flesh. He had tears streaming down his face as he finally burst through the main floor door, and was thankful that he was already crawling on the ground, because he couldn't have stood if he tried.

Even crawling was hard.

His eyes were completely blurred, burning, and he still had two rooms and the main hall to go through before he was home free, and he didn’t even know if he could make it to the doorframe, and suddenly, his body was swung into the air, a pair of arms tight beneath his knees, moving incredibly fast—seriously, what the fuck—out of the building.

He clung to what felt like a brick wall, somehow knowing exactly who was beneath the helmet, coat, respirator, mask, and other loads of gear. He was honestly thankful that Whittemore was wearing so many layers, because as soon as they hit the cool air, Stiles took a huge, greedy breath in, and immediately retched. His lips were stained with soot and bile as he tried to prop himself up, the world swimming in and out of focus as he was unceremoniously dropped down onto a gurney, an oxygen mask fitted over his face.

By the time the world was clear again, Stiles had some soot cleaned off of his arm where an IV was stuck into his arm, he was gulping down oxygen like it was going out of style, and if he hadn’t just come dangerously close to being a human marshmallow he would have laughed when he finally found Jackson in the crowd.

He was standing at attention, looking as perfect as ever, but had an expression that was very alike to a kicked puppy—standing stock straight as his fire chief (a truly terrifying man named Hale) shouted at him. Stiles couldn’t be too upset, really—Jackson had just saved his life, after all (and huh, when had Whittemore become Jackson?), but his lungs were still charred and his chest was too heavy to laugh.

His chest was really, heavy, actually.

And just like that, the files stuffed into his shirts burst forth into his mind.

The poor medic (a beautiful man with beautiful dimples that Stiles would have been flirting with, helplessly, if he could catch his breath) probably thought he was having a seizure as he started smacking him in the arm, but thankfully the desperation in his eyes must have translated universally, because Danny (even his name was cute) was waving Jackson, Hale, and Stiles’ captain over.

Seriously, Lydia managed to look beautiful, even in her pajamas, her captain’s badge draped on a chain around her neck. She was the first to yell at Stiles for trying to take his mask off—with Jackson right behind her—but thankfully, they all shut up once Stiles slapped the folder from his shirt into her hands, the red “ARGENT” across the charred manilla getting everyone’s attention.

The last thing that Stiles sees is Lydia’s shocked expression, Hale’s muted fury, and... Jacksons cool, grey eyes.

Except they’re electric blue.

Blue?

He passes out.

—

When Stiles regains consciousness in the hospital, Jackson is there. Jackson asks why Stiles saved that file in particular, and Stiles fires back, asking what the fuck was going on with Jackson’s eyes, and they’re both silent for the rest of the night as Stiles swims back in and out of sleep.

Stiles is immediately pulled off the case, and put onto desk work, stuck at the 43rd Precinct while their building is getting cleared by the fire marshal.

The plus side—the only plus side—is that Jackson hovers. If he didn’t know any better, he might have suspected foul play—Stiles was the only officer reassigned to the 43rd, which happened to be painfully close to Jackson’s fire house.

Weirdly enough, he wasn’t complaining.

Jackson keeps dancing around him, giving him exaggerated looks, like he thinks Stiles is in on some big secret, and Stiles normally would have been absolutely livid about it—but somehow, Jackson makes it adorable.

Subtlety may not usually be Stiles’ strong point, but he can make it work when he needs to, and his interactions with Jackson proved that. Hale was a good topic, he learns—Jackson lights up when Stiles asks how his team is doing, and brings in lunch for them both the next day. Stiles takes note.

Work is a good topic. Stiles mentions that they caught a mole—a janitor named Daehler, who was caught on camera planting a few of the firebombs in their building, and had financial ties to Argent out the asshole. They’re finally, finally moving to prosecute—and Jackson looks like he’s so happy he could cry, even though Jackson really has no... reason to be.

At least, not that Stiles knows.

He’s still watching, processing paperwork, and he’s proud of his detective work, okay? So he’s almost embarrassed when he’s totally blindsided by Jackson one Tuesday afternoon.

“Stiles, what are you doing on Saturday the 28th?”

“Hmm? Nothing, Lyds gave me weekends off—”

“You know she hates it when you call her Lyds.”

“—to make up for taking me off the case. Why?”

“I want to invite you to the Firemen's Ball.”

“You—what?”

Holy fuck, was Jackson actually asking him out?

“The Fireman's Ball.” Jackson says, slower, rolling his eyes like he was explaining it to a child. “Chief Hale wants you there, as a guest.”

Stiles feels his heart slow a little, his face flushing red, the embarrassment of his immediate assumption just an afterthought in the next few seconds. “Oh, uh, sure, I can do that. You know inter departmental unity and all. Sounds fun!” he said, forcing a smile, and Jackson just grinned back at him lazily. Stiles distracted himself by taking a far too big bite of the sandwiches Jackson had brought up for lunch.

Fucker.

“Good.” Jackson said, still wearing the same shit eating grin. He stood and swung his coat over his shoulder—free of soot, Stiles was pleased to note (and hated how happy he was)—and started walking backwards out of the precinct. “And for the record, if Chief didn’t ask me to ask you, I would have asked you myself. Just so you know.” he said, winking as he turned and pushed through the door, leaving Stiles to choke on his sandwich.

He actually winked.

Fucker.

—

Decked out in his dress blues, pins and insignia tacked proudly to his chest, Stiles was actually a little proud of himself for feeling so proud, even as he parked his cruiser in-between several fire and rescue SUV’s.

He looked damn fine in his dress uniform, if he did say so himself, and Lydia had helped him style his hair and even talked him into a neutral lip and a darker brow (she was more excited than he was, and she wasn’t even going). Point is, he looked damned good, and felt a small thrill of excitement when Jackson met him at the entrance to the hall.

“Hang on, we... we can’t go in yet, I have to wait for.... Stilinski, you look amazing.” Jackson almost purred, and Stiles felt pride pool in his belly—and no small amount of arousal—as he did a quick turn, letting Jackson take in every angle. The low thrill only grew when Jackson offered him his arm, checking his watch as Stiles slipped his arm into Jackson’s own, letting Jackson push the door open for them... and apparently, right in the middle of a speech, because—

“...thanks to his brave work, putting the people before his own wellbeing, we now have a family of serial arsonists behind bars. Give it up for our guest of honor, Detective Mieczysław Stilinski!”

And then people were clapping, and Stiles was honestly too shocked to move—thankfully, Jackson was beaming bright enough for the both of them steering Stiles effortlessly across the floor.

“Breathe, dipshit.”

Stiles sucked in a breath as Jackson guided them to their seats, which was VERY near the front of the hall, a nervous smile finally making its way onto his face as Jackson pulled out a chair for him.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think you would come—” which, fair point, “—and you don't have to give a speech or anything—” another very fair point, “—and the Chief and the Argents have had bad blood since one of them burned Derek’s family alive in his childhood home, so he wanted to express his gratitude.”

Which... holy fuck. Stiles did his best to keep his expression under control as his eyes snapped to Derek, but he must have failed, because Derek’s press-smile slipped into one of actual gratitude, tilting his head as he rose a drink in Stiles’ direction.

The night went by in a blur. Jackson introduced him to the rest of his company, Stiles got a very fancy piece of glass with his name on it (spelled correctly, even!), the dinner was superb. He told some of his better work stories, including the one where he and Jackson had almost been involved in a bank robbery—and pretended he didn’t love the feeling of Jackson squeezing his arm at the table while he laughed.

Eventually, the night died down, until it was just Jackson’s company left, crowded around the last set table in the hallway, laughing and cheering as they swapped stories and compared scars (a busty firefighter named Erica was, by far, the champion there, with a wickedly impressive burn on full display in a gorgeous, backless dress).

At some point in the evening, Derek had joined them at the table, laughing along with everyone else as he sat. When he stood, though, the rest of them immediately quieted down—it was like a switch had been flipped—and Stiles felt that laser like focus aimed to him when Derek caught his eyes.

“Stiles...” and god, what a relief that it had taken next to no time to talk them all out of calling him Mieczysław, fucking seriously. “... I know that this was all... a little unexpected for you, but I want to thank you personally, for how well you are doing with all of this.” he said, gesturing to the table at large, and Jackson was fucking preening next to him, even as Stiles was a bit clueless. After all, it was just a dinner, right?

He waved Derek’s thanks aside, smiling himself, feeling a little more comfortable as he shrugged it off. “I don’t need thanks, you know that. Any good person would have acted the same. The only hardship for me has been hanging out with Jackson.” he said offhandedly, and Derek laughed again, even as Jackson pouted.

“You’re modest, and that’s okay. But still—it only seems right that given the circumstances, we show our gratitude. Stiles...” and suddenly Derek’s gaze was almost hypnotic, burning into him. “...we wanted to give you the opportunity to join us. It’s rare we find someone so worthy so quickly, and it would be an absolute honor to have you.” he said, and something.... felt off.

He loved being a cop. He always loved being a cop—and while he couldn’t certainly understand the appeal of being a firefighter, he would never leave his precinct. Not willingly, at least. He stumbled over his words when he tried to explain this to Derek—well, more to Jackson, really, but the look of confused humor on Jackson’s face was not the expected result.

“Stilinski...” he started, in the same tone he used whenever he was describing an incredibly simple task to a brick-brained Stiles over lunch, “...we’re not asking you to become a firefighter. We’re asking you if you want to be able to join... us.” he said, and Stiles would have been frustrated if he didn’t give him a slow blink, his eyes suddenly an electric blue once again.

Uh.

“Jackson...”

Stiles turned away, trying to confirm what he was seeing—and Erica stared back at him with golden eyes. And she wasn’t the only one. There were a few more golds, a few more blue, and Derek, with burning, intense red eyes.

“What the fuck is going on?”

—

Werewolves.

Derek had immediately pulled him aside, out of the main hall, and Jackson was close behind. He had explained everything—or, “as much as he could”, when they were safely away from any hall staff, and Stiles felt his head swimming with new information.

Fucking werewolves.

And, apparently, hunters. And kanimas. And magic, and rituals, and more than Stiles could even begin to process.

And then Derek said he would give them some time to talk, and just... left them.

Jackson, for his credit, looked like a kicked puppy. He had explained that he thought Stiles knew from the very beginning, and just hadn’t bothered to confirm it—they were usually in public, around sensitive ears and prying eyes, and Jackson thought he had confirmed it all as well as he could nonverbally.

He was still a wreck, though, and Stiles decided to finally just head that off at the pass.

“Jackson, if you apologize again, I’m going to punch you in the face.” he said, and Jackson’s—still blue—eyes widened in surprise. “So you’re a werewolf. I can... work with that. All in all, this is not the worst first date I’ve been on.” he said as he kept pacing, and Jackson’s jaw dropped.

Stiles had been trying to go for levity, but as Jackson stared at him, he felt his own nerves start to bubble up. “Well, if you don't want, I mean—”

“Stiles, this is our third date.”

“What?”

“First date was when you moved me out of the way of a fucking bullet, which I now realize you didn’t know I would heal from immediately. Second date... well, pick any of the lunches I brought for you, even though I now realize you didn’t know I was kind of... providing for you. This is the third date. At least. Maybe fourth.”

It was Stiles turn to gape, and he did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. He took a steadying breath and slouched down next to where Jackson was sitting on the floor.

“Look, we still have a lot to talk about. Like, for one, I’m going to be keeping my humanity” Stile started, and that was the understatement of the century. “...but, if this is our third date, does that mean you're finally going to kiss me goodnight?” he asks, and Jackson laughs, letting his hand tangle with Stiles as they sit on the floor.

When they finally rejoin the rest of the team, Derek looks cautious around him, but Stiles doesn’t care. They’re probably going to have to have their own long talk later, but for the moment, Jackson is smiling at him, and that’s all that he cares about.

(When they walk back to Stiles’ cruiser, Jackson kisses him goodnight.

With tongue. And fangs.

Everything really was going to be alright.)

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