#just filler but the one coming tomorrow is big!

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Two Idiots and a Wedding | Part Three

Summary: You and Schlatt meet the parents, go for lunch and then decide to do something with your evening together

Warnings: Stern parents & bullies

Word Count: ~1340

Author's Note: It's more filler I know but the good stuff is coming!!!!!

Part One and Two

“Darling! It’s so good to see you!” Your mother calls out when you climb out of the car to the fancy restaurant. “Feels like forever.”

“Hi Mum,” You chuckle nervously, accepting her hug.

“And who is this handsome devil…?” She asks, pulling away from you to let her eyes rake over Schlatt’s body.

Schlatt chuckles, holding his hand out to your mother. “I’m Jay,” he says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things?” She asks, laughing as she pulls him into a hug instead.

“Only the best.” He responds.

She grins as she looks back at you, a silent look to you to tell you ‘he’s a good one’. You blush, unable to hide it. Schlatt looks up and notices before turning to your father.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” He says, holding his hand out once again. Your father accepts, shaking his hand firmly.

“No need for formalities, son. Nice to meet you too. Treating my kid well?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, not yet letting go of Schlatt’s hand.

“Of course,” Schlatt responds with a smile. “They’re an angel.”

Your father gives him a stern nod, pulling his hand away.

You all head inside, you feel a hand on the small of your back as you step foot into the restaurant. You turn your head and realise it’s Schlatt doing so. He raises an eyebrow, as though questioning if there’s an issue. You turn your attention back to the hostess, now with a gentle blush spread across your cheeks.

Sitting down at the table, you see Schlatt taking a seat beside you. You look nervous, and he wishes he could alleviate it.

You all chat, small talk that you wish you didn’t have to have. There’s questions you prepared for, of course. How did you meet? So, you’re one of those streamer things too?

But then there’s one question that hits you like a freight train, one you couldn’t have prepared for considering as far as your parents are aware, you’ve only been dating a couple months.

“So, you're serious about them, Jay?” Your dad asks, stern look as he pushes another fry into his mouth. “What’s your plan? Are you gonna propose?”

“Dad, c’mon that’s not-...” You try to interject, stop this line of questioning.

Schlatt places a hand on your leg under the table, it isn’t subtle. It’s intentional. “No, no. It’s okay.” He says, giving you a smile. “I am serious about them, sir. Obviously, it’s still early days, I don’t want to put words in their mouth and make assumptions but I care about them a lot. I definitely don’t see why I wouldn’t propose in the future.” He shrugs, giving your thigh a squeeze.

You blush, looking down at your meal. That felt very… real? You’ve gotta give the guy credit, the man is a good actor.

“Alright.” Your dad responds, not smiling but seemingly satisfied with Schlatt’s answer.

The rest of the meal is okay, the tension alleviated after your parents seem to approve of Schlatt, which is only half the battle you suppose.

When returning for the bathroom, you notice your dad and Schlatt having a hushed discussion, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you walk over. Oh God. They know. You’re gonna be humiliated.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. I really don’t mind.” Schlatt chuckles.

Your father looks up as you approach. “Is everything okay?” You ask hesitantly.

“Your boyfriend just picked up the entire bill.” Your mother tells you, your father looks exasperatedly back up at you.

You look at Schlatt who just shrugs, like it’s no big deal at all. “Jay…” You sigh.

“I wanted to.” Schlatt tells you.

“Well, that’s very kind, Jay. Thank you.” Your mother says, as she picks up her coat. “We have to head off, picking up the flower arrangements for your cousin. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your parents rush off, your father grumbling about the bill still as he leaves. You soon collect your bag and jacket as you and Schlatt head off also. You glance at him, the distance between you increasing as your parents drive out of the parking lot.

“You really didn’t have to do that, Jay.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “I’ll venmo you the money when we get back to the hotel.”

He laughs back at you. “Don’t be ridiculous. I meant it, I wanted to pay.”

You pause your movements as you reach the car, leaning against the passenger side door. “I told you I’d pay for everything.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You groan as you get into the car, throwing your bag into the back. “Anyway, we have the evening to ourselves. Anything you wanna do?”

“Heard there’s a bowling alley nearby.” He suggests, rolling his sleeves up before putting the car into gear. He says that like he didn’t look up things to do in the area, just as an excuse to spend more time with you.

You nod, getting comfortable in the seat. Though, you think about it for a moment. “We are in my hometown though.” You say, looking over. “We might see people that are going to be there tomorrow..”

“Okay, and?” He says, beginning to drive out the parking lot. He clearly isn’t getting it.

“So, we can’t just be friends if we go to the bowling alley.” You explain, voice slow as though you’re having to spell it out to him.

He chuckles, rubbing his chin with his free hand. “So, we’ve still gotta pretend that we’re a couple there, too?” You nod, feeling guilty. “That’s fine.”

You look at him, slightly confused. But you choose not to question it.

When you pull up to the bowling alley, Schlatt spins around and takes your hand in his. There’s no one around at the moment, but there might be, so you accept it.

Going inside, your mind is immediately cast back to being a teenager here. There wasn’t much to do when you were a kid so you spent many an evening in this exact bowling alley. It still smells the same.

Schlatt squeezes your hand as he pulls you to the reception. You follow him and stand quietly as he pays for a couple games.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” You hear a shriek from the other side of the room. Oh no. Oh god no, please. It’s Alyssa.

You pull your hand from Schlatt’s turning to face the shrieking woman running over. She envelops you in a hug, shit-eating grin across her face. “How are you? Are you here for Sarah’s wedding?” She asks, her voice is just as annoying as you remembered it being.

“Yeah,” You laugh nervously, tucking some hair behind your ear. Alyssa is a stark reminder of why you left your hometown, she was an awful bully back in the day. You just hope she lost some of her terrible tendencies from teenagehood in the past few years.

Schlatt wraps an arm around your waist, sensing your discomfort. “Hey, doll. We need to get to our lane.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Alyssa asks, eyes trailing over Schlatt as though she was looking at her next meal. So, she hasn’t changed a bit, then.

“This is Jay. Jay, this is Alyssa.” You introduce the two of them and she smiles, going in for a hug.

Schlatt reluctantly pulls his arm from you to accept her hug awkwardly. “Nice to meet you.” He says, though you can tell he doesn’t mean it.

She grins up at him as she pulls away. “See you tomorrow.” She purses her lips, voice low and sultry.

As she turns away, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “The fuck was that?” Schlatt laughs, almost in disbelief.

“That was Alyssa.” You groan. “And that was her flirting with you. I wouldn’t bother with her. At least wait until after the wedding if you want to.”

He looks at you with the most insulted look. “You serious?” He says, eyebrows raised. “Why would I want her when I have you, eh?”

PART FOUR HERE

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Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, and Sariel ~

Card story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Clavis gets bullied

BOOM!

AAAAAHHHHHH!

(Ah...There goes two down a hole.)

Since coming to court, the sounds of explosions and screams have become apart of my daily life. Amazed by how adaptable people are, I stopped reading and headed toward the nose.

Jin: Are you two hurt?

The knights came out of the hole with the help of Jin. Besides them was Clavis, who was probably the one that dug the pit, and Sariel, whose brows were furrowed. Just an everyday sight.

Knight 1: Fortunately, the hole was filled with cushions so I'm fine. How about you?

Knight 2: Same. Thanks for your help.

Jin: I just lent a hand while you two were climbing out.

Clavis: You two must have cooled off now after falling down the hole. I'll see you two tomorrow.

Knights: Yes sir.

(Were the knights arguing?)

(An underhanded method to get them to make up, but it's expected from Clavis.)

Sariel: Prince Clavis will fill this hole up by himself. Everyone else can go about your own business.

Knights: Understood! Excuse us!

(Wow, they look so happy...)

I approach the three, as if replacing the knights that just hurried off.

Clavis: Emma, did you come to see who got caught in my trap? Unfortunately you're too late.

Emma: Actually, I thought I'd come help whoever fell in the pit.

Jin: Most people would stay away to avoid getting dragged in to trouble, but you're so sweet. I'll give you some candy for being a good girl. Here, give me your hand.

Emma: Thank you.

I hold my hand out and he gives me a lollipop. Sariel clears his throat and I’m pretty sure the increased tension’s not a part of my imagination.

Sariel: Prince Clavis, you already made a pit trap yesterday, didn’t you? Are you planning to unlevel this beautiful garden?

Clavis: It looks like our dear bureaucrat's vision is deteriorating so why don't I show you? Look at where I filled up a hole yesterday. It's as beautiful as it was before I dug it up. No unevenness here.

Emma: Wait, you're pointing at my feet. Did you dig a pit here yesterday?!

Jin: It's true that it's pretty level here. You're not just a master digger, but a master filler too.

Sariel: Prince Jin, please don't encourage him. He'll get carried away.

Jin: Getting carried away's a problem, but the hole's been nicely filled. Isn't that okay?

Clavis: Jin really is a wonderful older brother and partner in crime. I'll make some sweets for you next time.

Jin: I'll pass since Yves' making sweets. How about you make something as an apology to Sariel?

Sariel: If you'd like to know what it's like to step on thin ice, then by my guest. You don't feel sorry at all.

Clavis: Are you expecting me to?

Sariel: ...

Emma: S-Sariel, please don't be angry. If you furrow your brows any further, you won't be able to get rid of the wrinkles.

Jin: If he can't get rid of them, I'll teach him how to massage them out.

Sariel: We should deal with the source of the wrinkles first.

Jin: Think you can do it?

(I don't think so...)

Clavis returns the stares with a proud smile and Sariel quietly pinches his brows.

Sariel: Intelligence increases with age, but I wish that his ability with traps remained that of a child's. Seriously.

Emma: As expected, he wasn't as powerful as a kid.

Jin: If he was this powerful as a kid, the castle would've been repaired more than 10 times over.

Emma: The thought of it is terrifying.

Sariel: There's no charm in falling into a trap you set yourself.

Emma: Own trap?

Clavis: Oi, why'd you just say something like that to Emma? You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Sariel: Just some divine punishment.

Jin: That's quite a promotion from bureaucrat.

Clavis: Emma, forget what you heard. That's just a false memory of Sariel's.

Emma: Did you get caught in your own trap, Clavis?

Clavis: I've never seen you smile without any reservation or care like that before.

Jin: It was such a failure. I think it was his first time setting such a big trap.

Sariel: Yes, the trap suddenly malfunctioned and went off before it could be stopped.

Jin: The impact caused Clavis to slip, grab our clothes, and drag us into the pond together with a plop.

~~Flashback start~~

Sariel: You've done it now.

Jin: Hey, your glare's making Clavis cry.

Clavis: *sniff* I'm just pretending to cry. I'm just great at acting, okay! Damn it...Me, a genius, made this trap. I'm frustrated, but I'll definitely succeed next time. I'll keep going at it until I do!

Sariel: You caused so much trouble for others, yet you don't regret it at all?

Clavis: Eek

Jin: Hey, hey, don't actually make him cry. It's just child's play, isn't it?

Sariel: It's never too late to nip evil in the bud.

Jin: Clavis, run! Sariel's serious!

Clavis: Run away!

Sariel: Hold it!

~~Flashback end~~

(Wow, I can just imagine it.)

Jin: As you get older, you want to reminisce.

Clavis: About people's failures?

Jin: It's a precious memory for me. There was some commotion after that and I didn't have time to rest.

Emma: I'm sorry Clavis, but I'd love to hear about your lovely memories too.

Clavis: If my own shame can make someone else happy...It can't be helped. I'll allow it.

Sariel: Emma, would you like to hear about another memory?

Clavis: We're ending it there!

Jin: Your tolerance went away in an instant.

Sariel: Fufu, must be a dark past he wants to forget about.

(It's rare to see Clavis so flustered.)

Suddenly, a casual question out of curiosity springs up.

(Sariel was Clavis' teacher, wasn't he?)

(He's probably the one that got to see the evolution of traps up close.)

(Even if they've improved over time, I think they could've been prevented in the first place...)

Sariel: At any rate, this trap was a little crude, even for you.

(Hm...?)

Sariel: I think you were pressed for time because there was too much room for just two men.

Clavis: You got a good eye. To begin with, I didn't have enough time to prepare. It would've been better to string them up.

Jin: But you'd need a tree large enough to hold two knights. It'd be hard to lure them to the right place, wouldn't it? Then how about-

(This...I've never seen this before)

It was unheard of for Sariel to start evaluating traps while in the middle of a lecture. And after hearing Jin's suggestion, started adding on to the ideas for new traps. Apparently I was unaware of the fact that this was part of the trio's daily life.

(So, rather than Sariel failing to prevent traps, he's just not trying to.)

(Then why...)

One question's answered and another pops up in its place.

Clavis: ...

(Ah...)

For a moment, Clavis' eyes softened. That expression...

Clavis: Emma

Suddenly, our eyes meet when he calls my name and he pokes my cheek after closing the distance between us.

Clavis: You've got that smile on your face again. You've been thinking about me, haven't you?

Emma: Yes... I wanted to know more about your childhood memories, Clavis.

I unconsciously gave an answer different from what I had in mind, but it wasn't a lie. My reply made Sariel's smile widen and his shoulders shook slightly.

Sariel: How about I prepare for you the finest memories?

Jin: I won't lose to you.

Clavis: Those memories are all going to be related to my failures, aren't they.

Jin and Sariel: Of course.

Clavis: You two do nothing but harass me.

Jin: A big brother's love for his little brother.

Sariel: A teacher's love for his apprentice.

The looks of disapproval on Clavis' face makes us laugh out loud. There's no longer any traces of tension or lectures. Instead, a pleasant air seems to surround us.

(Jin and Sariel sound like they're joking, but they must be speaking the truth.)

(When I looked a Clavis just now, for the first time, I thought he was like a little brother.)

Clavis' relaxed expression showed me the happiness and trust that he couldn't hide.

(That's an expression you can only see when he's with the two of them.)

The relationship among the three revealed through traps warmed my heart.

[the-one-where-casey-watches-tv]

The Bear episode 3.06 "Napkins"

I’ve seen a lot of discourse and criticism for this season already, which at first glance is hard to argue with, but after finishing season three I think there’s a big line to be drawn between Carmy’s values and The Bear’s values. From what I’ve seen on Threads (I’m on Threads… you should come), people are falling off The Bear because of what they perceive the show has become: a glorification of a privileged white man’s gentrification of a down to earth, local family restaurant.

People will clap back to these statements with things like “but it’s literally his restaurant.” and “they’re still making the sandwiches at a window in the back!” which is all true, but I think equally missing the show’s larger point. With each passing season, I feel more and more committed to viewing The Bear as a whole entity. It’s not a procedural, a 9-1-1, a Law and Order, or a Grey’s Anatomy that returns to its core theme every single episode. There are episodes with huge emotional meat and weight, with observations about life, grief, food, and the characters to be gleaned throughout, but every episode is a stroke of a paintbrush in a painting that we’ll only be able to really step back and digest when the series ends… hopefully a long time from now.

Season one forced Carmy back to his roots, shoved his unprocessed grief in his face all day every day. It turned him into the ticking time bomb he is today, but it also served as a reminder of the love of people and reverie of food that got him into this business. And this fueled him into season two, where he put everything on the line to do food the only way he knows how: intensely. Enter season three.

This season, Carmy’s the problem. His freezer meltdown wasn’t a cathartic release that freed him to love and work smoothly; all season it’s like he never left that frenzied headspace we last saw him in. The pressure is on financially, but more than that, Carmy simply can’t stomach not being exceptional. His non-negotiables are certifiable. A new menu every single day that he comes up with entirely by himself? Needing these brand new dishes cooked at breakneck speed? An environment of “excellence” where it seems he’s the only one allowed to yell?

If people’s critiques of The Bear were redirected to be critiques of Carmy, they would be spot on. Carmy’s need to be on this insane level is going to be the very thing that is going to run this beautiful opportunity to the ground. He’s veering off the path he was set on by good people and good food; he’s forgetting those things in favor of tweezers and the old, toxic work environment that he can’t get out of his head. But The Bear is well aware of these shortcomings. Not a single person didn’t balk at the idea of a new menu every day. His ingredients are racking up such a bill that The Beef sandwich window, run singlehandedly by Ebra, is the only part of the business making a profit. Richie is laughed and shouted out of the kitchen when he tries to set his own non-negotioables for the front of house, recognizing the importance of guest satisfaction. When asked to recreate a dish from several nights prior to be photographed for a review, no one can remember what was in it. When Sydney tries to help Carm work on tomorrow’s menu, he’s so dismissive of her that it’s hard not to want her to take this new job. The season finale’s episode description merely says “Carmen thinks about apologizing”- and we’re sucked in because we all know he’s overdue for some apologies.

But nothing really confirms that The Bear knows what it’s about quite like “Napkins”. A flashback episode detailing how Tina first started working at The Beef, five minutes in had me declaring that “just because it’s a good filler episode doesn’t mean it’s not a filler episode”. I was so wrong that now I’m here to say that it’s this season’s central episode, the one that really zeroes in on what they’re trying to say at this moment in time.

With Carmy nowhere in sight, Tina, Mikey, Richie, and some Faks are tugging at the heartstrings of people trying to juggle making ends meet with finding some meaning in life. After being let go from her job after a decade of loyal service, Tina has been striking out on the job hunt for weeks, and it’s starting to get dire. She sees an online posting for an open interview tomorrow, and full of optimism, she heads to the office. When she arrives, a receptionist who can’t even look up from his computer tells her the post must be old because the position has already been filled internally. She could cry, I could cry.

She wanders into The Beef, in all the loud, chaotic glory of its heyday. An ever-pleasant Richie does more than take her order for coffee- he introduces himself and gives her a sandwich on the house. She takes it to the back by the arcade machines, bites into it, and promptly bursts into tears. Both caring and concerned about having a crying customer, Mikey sits down next to her. That guy was so personable and seeing him take the time to sit with her in such a genuine, laid back way depicts all the traits that Carmy lacks. Carmy needs to slow down, interact with people, remember why he’s here. The Bear knows that food is a form of caretaking and a source of community. It’s just Carmy who’s forgotten.

And the heartbreak of the show is that he would absolutely have that lightbulb moment if he were able to hear his brother say:

“Full disclosure, this place… like, this fucking place, it sucks. Like, it sucks. It’s like, you go home, and you fucking smell it, you know? And it’s, like, insane. And there’s so much fucking yelling here. But, I swear to you, there are days that it is so much fun. Like, it is so much fun. And- and the pay is shit, right? But there are days we make a rack of fucking tips, and it’s like… it feels fucking good, you know?”

And when Tina offers him her résumé:

“What the fuck am I gonna do with a résumé? I’ll go clean the toilet with the fucking résumé. I don’t need a résumé. I talked to you.”

The Bear is about connecting with people through food. It’s also about Carmy’s journey of remembering this after being broken by both the rigors of the high-end culinary world and the loss of his brother, the embodiment of that love and connection.

The Bear (the restaurant) is doing way too much right now, but The Bear (the show) is most definitely on the path of seeing Carmy’s lunacy to a turning point where he and the restaurant both can return to their roots. Stories are journeys and characters are flawed. Let’s let it breathe and see where we end up without conflating a character flaw to a shortcoming of the show itself.

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Here's the link for the whole series on Ao3 if you prefer to read it there :)

Weird Science | Chapter II

Egon Spengler x Reader

[Notes; This is a shorter chapter and is kind of a filler I guess, but I promise there's more the next one. There is no summary for this.

[Warnings; Some foul language and that's about it.

Part 2/? | <Previous Chapter | Next Chapter>

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Ring, Ring, Ring, Ri-!

You run from the other room to get the telephone, nearly tripping over some of the boxes scattered throughout your apartment. You answer the phone, picking it up and holding it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Y/n! Hey, it's Ray. I was calling to see if you wanted to swing by our research area sometime this week? Me and the guys have been working on something but hit a bit of a roadblock and need help getting it fixed or changed up soon," Ray's voice rings out excitingly through the phone.

"Hey Ray! Sure I can, but it'll probably have to be either tomorrow or Friday, I'm kinda stuck moving some of the boxes out to my apartment right now,"

"That's fine, Y/n. Also, how do you feel about getting some drinks with me and the guys this weekend? I figure I can reintroduce you to Peter and Egon again. I think it'd be fun if you aren't too busy," Ray suggests.

"Great! I wouldn't mind going with you guys, I think it'd be nice especially with all this that's goin' on right now too." You say, twisting the telephone cord in between your fingers.

"Great! How about you come on over Friday and after we finish up we can all go down to a bar for the night. The work shouldn't take too long."

"Yeah that works, I'll see you Friday then. Bye now."

"Bye Y/n, see you Friday." Ray says before hanging up the phone.

You place the phone back into its holder, then walking through the stacks of boxes to get back to organizing them.

I forgot just how much fun it was to talk to friends, why did I ever loose touch with all of them? Especially Ray.

You pick up a box labeled Motherboards and Breadboards, scribbled out in messily neat handwriting, picking it up and placing it on top of the boxes labeled Wires.

You had only been moving your stuff out for two days now, so regardless of the amount of shit you had in your apartment currently, you still weren't done and there was unfortunately plenty left in what used to be your lab.

You go to turn on your radio, tuning it to a radio station that played some of your favourite stuff and luckily managed to catch it just as a song was about to play.

-bzzt!- "...You're listening to 97.5 FM, the top radio station where you can get all of the newest -bzzt!- hits! Here's Everything She Wants from Wham's new album 'Make It Big'!" -bzzt!-

You make a mental note to remember that you need to buy another radio, as the speakers on yours were starting to give out.

"Somebody told me, "Boy, everything she wants, is everything she sees" I guess I must have loved you, because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby,"

You danced as you organized more of your boxes. "Where on earth am I going to put all of these?" You said to yourself, putting your hands on your hips.

"Somebody tell me, o-" -pop!- -fzzt!- Your radio began to pop and spark, and it finally gave out with some mild vapor coming out of it.

"Shit! No, please don't give out on me now." You sigh, unplugging the radio from the port and trying to fan away the smoke.

'As if my week couldn't get any worse right now. I'm starting to look forward to Friday more and more.' You think to yourself.

You run your fingers through your hair, deciding to take a nap so you could try to calm yourself down.

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You wake up, stretching and letting out a groan. You look at your bedside clock. 7:47 PM, the clock read.

You get up and head into your kitchen to make dinner. You grab a pot, a can of tomato soup, some bread, and a couple slices of cheese.

Grilled cheese and tomato soup couldn't really be considered the best dinner but its what you had. that's another thing you needed to add to your list. New radio, more groceries.

You add the can of tomato soup and a can of water into the pot and turn the heat on. You get four slices of bread and four slices of cheese out, placing them onto your cutting board as you go to grab your skillet and some butter.

You walked back into your living room to turn on your answering box to listen to any messages you might've gotten while you were napping.

-beep!- "You have- 3 new messages" -beep!-

You walk back into the kitchen to make your grilled cheese, turning the stove on for the skillet and putting two slices of butter on it to melt.

"Hey, Y/n! It's Sarah. I wanted to call to tell you that Mark and I are engaged now! How awesome is that, right! I'll have to talk to you about it when you actually answer your phone. I'll talk to you later, bye!" -beep!-

You smile to yourself, it was always good hearing from Sarah, you never got to talk to her often and you were happy that she finally got engaged with Mark. It might be better to meet with her to congratulate and talk to her, you'll call to tell her that later.

"Hey, Y/n. It's dad. I heard about what happened at the University and I want to say I'm sorry, kiddo. If you ever need help with anything or just want to come and hang out with your old man you can always come over whenever you want. I hope you feel better and, uh, yeah. I love you, stay safe." -beep!-

It was always so nice to hear from your parents. You hated to say it but it was even better when you heard from your dad rather than your mom. You'd always been daddy's little girl though. You need to go and visit them very soon, you forgot just how much you missed them.

You take both of the grilled cheeses off of the skillet and turn of the stove for both the soup and the skillet.

"Hey, Y/n, it's Ray again. Good and exciting news; me, Venkman, and Spengler got actual evidence that phantoms and ghosts are real and even got an ectoplasm sample. Not so good news; we've all been kicked out of the University today. I guess the Dean decided he was done with us in the same week. Anyway, just wanted to sha-" -beep!- "Time limit exceeded." -beep!- "You have no more messages" -beep!-

"Shit. I hope they're okay." You say to yourself, taking your plate and bowl to place it on your kitchen island.

Your home didn't feel all that cozy now with all of the boxes scattered throughout your apartment. Though you guess it never was to begin with.

There were only the bare necessities. A bed, one chair next to the island, pots and pans, food, a small television, a table where the television and phone sat, and a few other kitchen appliances. You were always at your lab so you didn't feel the need for a couch, things for hobbies, or anything else that weren't completely necessary, though you guess that a television wasn't exactly necessary.

You sit at the island and eat, turning on your television and putting on the news. Nothing interesting to say the least, just the same boring thing as everyday.

You sigh and clean up the mess from your food, walking them and putting them up to dry. Turn off the television and head into your room to go to bed again.

Though it sucked to have been fired from the University, you had a lot of time to relax now, to sleep a normal amount of time for the first time in years. But the downside of it is that you were bored. So.. incredibly.. bored.. This was also the first time that you had nothing to do in years to occupy your hands and mind. It was awful.

You finally fall asleep after letting your mind wander, thinking about how you never would have had to let Thallman go work with another professor if you would've just done something else to not piss of the Dean.

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This was a shorter chapter and I'm actually being smarter about making chapter fics, making two of them at a time so people don't wait ages for one individual chapter to be released (And I'm terribly sorry for that, guys), and I'm sorry for the pace that this is going. But the next chapter is going to have more, I promise. I'll stop the ranting for now, I do hope you enjoyed it, though.

[eisforeidolon]

Question: I was just wondering what sticks out to you, like straight away, of those final days of filming?

Jared: So much. I remember vividly - so we, it was, COVID had just kind of, I don't want to say ended, I guess it's still - I've had it four times now, so? The gift that keeps on giving. But I remember the two weeks we had to spend in quarantine. Coming from America into Canada, we had to stay in our places for two weeks. And so some of the crew who had been up to quarantine would come leave, like, care packages, you know? They'd be like, shoot a text, hey, here's some food or some vitamins or some Gatorade or something outside your door. And so open it up and do that. And then he and I and Rob Benedict and Jake Abel would text each other. I remember our Zoom conversations with each other -

Jensen: Yeah, we had party Zooms. Party Zooms.

Jared: We had, like, party Zooms. Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: Lockdown. Yeah.

Jared: And then every day I also remember very vividly - I mean, the bridge, the barn [hurk noise]. I remember when they told me - I remember shooting the last scene in the Men of Letters bunker and when they were like, yeah, we start breaking it down tomorrow. And so standing there [gestures down face like tears falling, makes sad noise]. You think y'all cried during the barn scene, you should have seen me in the bunker when they were gonna tear it down. I was like, trying to grab shit? And now I have, like - I did. So [chuckles] there were a lot of real books in there, a lot of which I took. And then there were fake book fillers that I use as bookends. And then there was stuff that I've seen for the last three years and been like, what am I gonna ever do with this? Maybe I'll auction it for charity.

Jensen: Did I ever tell you what I grabbed? So in the bunker there, there's the two library tables that we sat around all the time. I didn't take a table but -

Jared: [mimes carrying a table off over his shoulder]

Jensen: But one of the tables had some initials carved into it. And I asked them, like, what's gonna happen to this table. And they're like, nothing, we're gonna probably break it down and scrap it. And I was like, will you cut [draws] that out? So I have this [demonstrates size with hands] like that big that's got all of our initials carved in it. So I have that collecting dust somewhere.

Jared: Thank you, good to see you. Alright, Ackles.

[Jensen continues briefly retelling how they were sad/deflated that they had to say their goodbyes during COVID when everybody was wearing masks and divided into pods with restrictions on interaction]

Jared: This is the saddest morning of all time. Can we get a happy question? Pick a fucking happy question.

[lunaekalenda]

sweet version - chocolates for satoru (part one)

You were sure that Satoru's locker would be full of chocolates, presents and love letters. You knew it was stupid to leave some for them yourself but, still, you're baking some in the middle of the night, a glass of coffee half empty resting near your phone on the table. You rap rhythmically on the counter with your fingernails, waiting patiently for the chocolate to melt on the microwave. The card, decorated with a simple kitty drawing and a heart, looks at your from near the bag you're gonna use to give the chocolates to him. Every second on the microwave makes you think. Are you really doing this for Satoru? The one that has half of the college students behind? Do you really think he will care about some more chocolates on Valentine's Day?

You're about to drop the chocolates but the cute mold you got for this stops you. Kitty chocolates. It was too cute to leave it at the store and, plus, that's kinda how you started to like Satoru, during that cold winter day, when a fluffy white kitty looked at you from inside his coat. When his eyes met your fascinated ones, he just smiled and took your hand, slowly resting it on the kitty's head, letting you pat him. "It was too cold for him to be outside. He doesn't seem to have a home, so he has now." That exact moment, when you took your eyes up and they collided with Satoru's blue ones, and he smiled so softly to you, with your hand still near his chest and the cat between your bodies, purring softly at your touch.

And, almost a year later of seeing him on the corridors, sharing classes and feeling your heartbeat race with every tiny interaction you had, now you're baking him chocolates. Pretty hilarious. Probably he won't even look twice at them. But, what do you lose?

After hours of mixing chocolate, sweet fillers and exasperating over bad-explained tutorials, your kitty chocolates are ready and on the fridge. With a last sigh, you close the door and go to sleep upstairs. You need to rest. Tomorrow will be a hard day.

His first chocolates were on his locker time before he arrived to school. There were also notes on his desk. Even on his chair. Satoru has definitely something (something more than his looks and his charm) that attracted everyone to him. It was so early and everything was so full of chocolates. Heart shaped ones, expensive ones, notes with cute calligraphy and even gifts could be seen on Satoru's place.

The kitty chocolates seemed to laugh at you when you looked at them, and the poorly-decorated card you were so proud of yesterday gives you a look back. Taking them on your hands, you search the closest exit to the gardens. Once outside, you feel how the fresh air takes the anxiety knot of your chest away. Sighing, you sit on a bench, in front of the pond. Taking your eyes to the chocolates, you look again at your creation. They really do look tasty.

You hear steps before a long sigh comes from your left. Satoru plays with a bag on his hands, before sitting by your side. It's maybe this your opportunity? Or are those his favorite chocolates between all the pile he has been collecting today. He takes a quick look to your hands.

"Valentine's present?" he asks. You stay quiet and silent, before sighing long. You nod once, twice, before speaking.

"Yours?" he nods again. You both sit on the bench, bodies close, but far at the same time. His long digits keep playing with the sweets inside the bag.

"Isn't it ironic?" he murmurs. "I've never took the first train to college." his whispers are audible when he sits a little closer. "I've never baked before." he gives another twist to the bag on his hands. "And I've never wanted to be here first than anyone." He releases a long sigh. "But, still, I couldn't be the first one." With a sweet smile, he stands up, letting the bag of chocolates fall in your hands. The card attached to it is written in big red colors, and your name is displayed on it.

It wasn't a gift for Satoru.

It was his gift for you.

Standing up quickly and reacting as soon as possible, without letting the cute smile leave your mouth, you run towards him, stopping Satoru near the entrance of the building. He mistook your sweets with a gift from someone. Standing in front of him, and keeping your eyes on his, you put the chocolates on his hand. His pale cheeks blush softly when he sees the "For Satoru" on the card. His eyes travel to the chocolates, and he can't help but smile when he sees the kitty shape. The moment reminds you to when you fell in love with him: close, with something making you both smile between your bodies.

"Is it Tami?" he whispers. "You baked chocolate Tamis... for me?" he seems incredibly grateful and moved. You nod under his attentive gaze. "Why?"

Taking all the air you could into your lungs, you leave your mind blank to avoid making any mistake, since you want your confession to be heard clear.

"Because I like you, Satoru."

[sc0tters]

For Me and You | Drew Fortescue

summary: you and Drew have been dating for a while now but a series of events cause your relationship to become known to all rather quickly after practice one day.

trope: secretly dating

warnings: allusions to sex but nothing explicit, mentions of the word fuck once or twice.

word count: 1.1k

authors note: I needed a filler piece before I release another Quinn thing tomorrow so I thought some soft content would be just perfect! I don’t remember who the nonnie mentioned in their request but if you are one of my moots who went through a Drew phase like a week ago, you’re the reason they requested this!

It was your best kept secret.

You managed to hide it from everyone, your friends, your family, and even your closest friend Gabe.

Drew met you during one of the tournaments with the national team and the moment he realised that you were single Drew knew he was screwed.

Gabe gave each of the boys a warning speech that you were totally off limits because he knew what his friends and teammates were like and that wasn't something he wanted you to see.

That speech fell on deaf ears though as Drew saw you stood in the hotel restaurant one more bright morning and decided to ask you if you wanted to go out with him.

Of course you said yes.

Six months on and it had been the best time of your life. Drew was a great boyfriend who your parents adored. Whilst they didn't understand your desire to keep it from your best friend but they still respected your wishes.

It seemed like both you and Drew agreed that not telling Gabe was for the best as he was going to have an issue with it.

That meant though that nobody beyond your families could know about it. This was fine until you both ended up at Boston College in the fall.

Like every other set of horny teenagers all you wanted was Drew, but that was hard when every girl on campus flirted with him and his teammates because everyone swore that they were all single.

Unbeknownst to you though Drew felt the same as you, seeing his friends and even the other guys on campus openly trying to get your number. Sure you were hot, your boyfriend knew that. But he wanted to be able to hold your hand when he walked you to class or kiss you when you looked cute in the dining hall.

Both of your patience's were wearing thing as you Gabe was still unaware of how you looked at his teammate, all you wanted to do was tell him everything.

This was the first time that you had ever kept something from him especially as big as this "you're looking nice today y/n," Ryan's voice pulled you away from your thoughts as the boy took the seat next to you.

A required credit for freshmen was something in the science field so all of you picked biology and ended up in the same class.

His compliment didn't surprise you, Ryan didn't shy away from attempting to flirt with you despite how it made Gabe hit him on the back of the head.

The smile that formed on your lips as you softly rolled your eyes pushing his arm away from you when Gabe sat on the other side of you with Drew next to him. It hurt the boy to see you so comfortable with other guys, to him he was the one who should have been sat next to you.

But when you stuck your head over Gabe to smile at Drew all of his worries fell out of his head.

He could never stay mad at you, not when he knew you only had eyes for him “you coming to see us after practice?” Gabe asked looked at you with a grin.

On Tuesdays the two of you had started the tradition of going to chipotle for dinner just like how you used to during your senior year on Fridays “course dude.” You nodded as you would even cancel things with Drew because Tuesday nights were for you and Gabe and you and Gabe only.

Practice had been horrible for Drew, Ryan’s comments were getting out of hand. It was like the universe knew just how to push his buttons today as his patience waned “you got a girl Fortescue?” Will teased as he watched the boy strip out of his compression shirt.

Scratches marked Drew’s back and he had hickies forming just under his collarbone after an enjoyable night in his car with you “huh?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he turned around.

The rest of the boys were quick to catch on as their eyes went wide seeing it “it’s serious!” His teammates let out a collective gasp as they saw the way Drew’s face turned red.

Drew nodded as a smile formed on his lips. Part of it was because you were the mystery girl that they were now gushing about, but the other part was because Gabe seemed so happy that his teammate was finally getting some much needed action after a summer that seemed surprisingly quiet.

It seemed like a millions thoughts ran through Gabe’s head as he practically ran out of the locker room the moment he was dressed to tell you the news “you will not believe it!” He slapped his hand over his mouth when you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Just like how your usual gossip sessions went you mimicked his actions “what won’t I believe?” You matched his tone as you placed your hands on your hips and waiting for him to continue.

The rest of the boys shortly followed him out unaware of what was about to happen “Drew’s got a girl!” Gabe announced waiting for some kind of reaction from you “and it’s serious!” He thought that it might illicit something more from you.

Quickly you realised that you had to react “oh my gosh!” Your reaction was clearly over dramatic but you hoped that you were safe.

But that’s not how life works “you knew, didn’t you?” Gabe furrowed his eyebrows as something wasn’t right “mhm,” you nodded as you couldn’t lie to him.

Things started to click in your best friends head as he saw you fiddling with the zip of your quarter zip fleece. The hockey player pulled down a portion of your zip revealing your collar bones that were also covered in hickies “you’re the girl?” His voice was soft almost like he couldn’t believe it.

A smile formed on your lips as you locked eyes with a very nervous Drew “don’t kill h-” you couldn’t get your request out before Gabe was already off in his direction “you are sleeping with my best friend!” Gabe yelled as he began to chase the boy around the welcome area of the arena.

Drew didn’t expect this as he had to run away “babe!” He complained causing you to laugh “just don’t hit his face please Gabe!” You figured you might as well get that request in.

Your secret was out, but somehow you didn’t hate it.

“Hey I said not the face!”

[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt4

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! I present to you the 4th part of my fanfic. I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. Something's have started to cook. Hope you look forward to it. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

This one's a filler chapter, so please bear with me.

Something completely different happened today. A knock at my door woke me up from my 1 hour nap which has unfortunately turned into a 3 hour nap. I stood up from the bed and opened the door only to find my husband standing there and running a hand through his curls. Oh! What a sight! He looks like a Greek God.

"Hey! Did you need something? I'm sorry I fell asleep, also you can come inside"

He thanked me and entered my room, this is completely new. But nonetheless, I had to take a chance. He was looking around the room and the pictures hanging on the walls. His eyes stuck to one picture in particular. A picture captured by Pierre's mom of Isaac, Pierre and myself. It was Halloween and Isaac wanted to be a Vampire and on the other hand Pierre and Me were Romeo and Juliet. He was 6 and I was 4! We did not even know who Romeo and Juliet were! It was because of the elders who had insisted on these costumes! Oh! What I'd give to have those days back.

"You need something?"

"Ah! No, um actually yes, I have to attend an event with the rest of grid tomorrow. And you have to come with me. So be ready by 7pm tomorrow, will you? Wear something nice. I'll send someone with dresses for you to choose today in the evening. Just pick something from there."

There it is! Like I've mentioned before, he only remembers me when he needs something or needs to go somewhere to show off the world our so called amazing married life. *Scoff* But I'm not mad, at least I'll be able to meet HIM after so many days. The only person who happens to care even a little bit for me. Who always greets me with a beautiful smile on his face. A friend? Nope, he's like an angel for me.

I really hope everyone gets a friend like him!

" *Cough* *cough* You there?"

" Oh yea! I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted. Umm, Why don't you take Julia with you? I'm sure she would love to accompany you and also I'm sure she has several dresses in her wardrobe already. Won't even have to buy a dress last minute"

The look Pierre gave me after I mentioned Julia simply yelled 'ARE YOU CRAZY'. I mean I knew why he wouldn't take Julia, but I just find a different kind of satisfaction by reminding it to him.

"Um, I'll be ready tomorrow. Don't worry. By the way, where's Julia?"

"I sent her home, no need for her to stay here for these two days, either way we'd be busy. It'll only distract us."

Oh well! That was odd! Distract us from what exactly? Sometimes this man leaves no tables unturned to confuse me to no end. Anyways. I know better now than to crack my brain over these things. It's actually useless cause I won't get anymore clear answers from him than this.

"Any specific colour that I need to keep in mind while choosing the dress?"

"Not that I'm aware of, just keep it a bit formal. I'll get going. If Julia calls or comes asking for me, just tell her I've been out for a meeting since morning."

And then he rushed out the door, not before checking our childhood photo once again. Okay! That was highly confusing! I mean why was he avoiding Julia? Or am I reading too much between the lines? No one knows. I better go eat something until then.

But still, I'm a bit lost here.

LOST in confusion.

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

@peachiicherries @crimeshowjunkie @oblomovissad @torossosebs @janeholt3

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 30

Author's note: A bit of a filler chapter after what happened on the previous one and what will happen on the next one 👀

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“Did your mum already leave?” 

“Yep” Declan says, sitting in bed next to me. “She left us dinner and said that will come back tomorrow so you aren't alone while I'm at training.”

“I can be on my own for a few hours, you know? I'll be ok. And I'm sure she has more things to do.”

“She said that you would say that, and asked me to tell you that she needs to run a few errands that you can do together so you get a bit of fresh air and movement, and that then she will make lunch for all of us, that my dad is coming over after work.” 

“She has planned it all, hasn't she?” I chuckle.

“That's my mum” he smiles. 

“I don't know how I am going to thank you all for everything you've been doing for me since…”

Since my dad kicked me out of our house. It has been a couple of weeks since the car accident and our argument at the hospital, and nothing has improved. It has only gotten worse, to be honest.

The day I was discharged, my mum called me to tell me that I could stop by and pick up everything I may be needing, like clothes, my toiletries or my beloved pillow, that my dad wasn't going to be at home because Alex's dad had taken him away on a “boys trip” after making a huge scene at work. He had apparently had a big argument with Madders, Micky and Olga, shouting at them and telling them that if they actually were my friends or my big brother as James liked saying, they would have never allowed me to be anywhere near Declan, and definitely not let me get pregnant with his child. He had said all that in front of basically the whole team and part of the staff, so now everyone knew the truth. But according to Olga and Madders, people weren't gossiping too much about it, and most of them actually were glad about Declan being the father. Turns out that Alex wasn't as popular as I thought among our co-workers, and they had always liked the way Declan treated them all when he had stayed there with the national team. 

Once I had all my stuff, I moved to Declan's house, his mum basically treating me like a princess. The day I arrived she already had a room ready for me next to the nursery, and every day she comes over to help me finish decorate it and add cute bits or things that could be useful, to cook for us or mostly for me, to make sure I am ok and ask me to share with her all the doubts I may be having about the baby and what is coming, and basically to make me company while Declan is away. She has even started to teach me how to knit and we are making a pair of socks for the little man. She has become a second mother to me. 

My mum has come over a couple of times too, one of them to meet Declan's parents, and every single day she calls me at least twice to ask me about my day and how I am. Sometimes during those calls Declan is with me and they get to a chat a bit, getting to know each other. And maybe it's the hormones, maybe it is me wanting it to be true, but I think she already loves him almost as much as I do. Almost. 

“Liv, you don't have to thank any of us for all this. Like my mum has told you many times already, you now are part of our family. Both of you are” Declan says, caressing my bump.

“I can't wait to meet him” I say, resting my hand on his and focusing on that to not start crying.

“Same” he smiles. “And before I forget” he says, moving to pick the bag he had left on the bedside table. “This is for you. Well, it actually is for him, but hopefully it will cheer you up too.”

“Is it a present?”

“Something like that. Open it.”

“Ok” I say, slowly inspecting the inside of the bag. “A teddy bear?”

“It isn't just a teddy bear. It is mine.”

“What?”

“That's the teddy my brothers chose for me before I was born, it was their present. They took it to the hospital when they first met me, and since that day I apparently lived glued to it.”

“It doesn't look that worn off, tho.”

“It actually looked a bit gross, but I took him to a shop that repairs toys. I wanted it to look good for the little man but still like the teddy I loved so much as a kid. I want him to love him as much as I did.”

“Aww, Declan. That's lovely. Does he have a name?” I ask.

“Mr. Poo.”

“Like Winnie the Pooh?”

“That's what my mum told everyone, but when my brothers named him, there was no h.”

“Oh… I see” I laugh.

“Kids” he shrugs. “We can change his name if you don't like it.”

“No, no. This is Mr. Poo” I say, caressing the teddy bear. “But if someone asks, we will say the same as your mum.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Declan. This is the best present I've received so far. I know it is for the baby, but… It is so special.”

“I'm glad you like it” he smiles. “Has it cheered you up?”

“It has, yes. Thank you” I say before hugging him.

“You're welcome, Liv” Declan says while hugging me back. A hug that ends with both of us laying in my bed, his arm around my waist (or what's left of it) while I cuddle Mr. Poo and take one of the many naps I take through the day. One where, according to what Declan tells me when I wake up, I was sleeping with a smile on my face.

“That's the power of Mr. Poo” he says. “He always makes you dream of good things.”

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting part 11

Part 10.1, 10.2

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: Insecurities, angst, a bit of heartbreak, fluff, mention of panic attacks

A/N: Filler chapter but important This chapter sets up a big one coming soon. It’s almost Christmas time for our new couple. Enjoy 😁

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The next morning the sun came shining through the window and danced across your face. You stretched and reached out for Jensen. Your hand went right to the bed and it was cold. You looked over and saw his side of the bed was empty. You frowned and sighed but decided to get up. You went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. You started to walk downstairs when you heard Jensen singing softly and you could smell coffee and bacon. You walked into the kitchen and saw Jensen standing at the stove cooking wearing a Radio Company t-shirt and jeans. “Good morning, Jensen” you said with a smile. “Good morning, beautiful” he said as he turned around walking over to you. He threw his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug and a soft kiss. “I made coffee and breakfast is almost done” he said as he turned back to the stove. “Thank you, you didn’t have to cook. I would have.” You said grabbing a coffee cup and filling it up. “You can tomorrow” he said with a wink. “Deal” you said taking a sip of coffee. Once breakfast was done Jensen served it up on two plates. The two of you sat at the breakfast bar and chatted about the day. “So we need to get the tree and decorations out and see what else we need.” Jensen said sticking a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Sounds good to me. I’m sure I can work with whatever you have already. No need to buy more stuff.” You said. “We can put the tree up and when your kids come this weekend we can decorate it together. If that’s okay.” You asked Jensen. “Of course, y/n I would love for you to help us decorate it. You’re part of this family now too, so I want you there.” He said reaching for your hand. You smiled and nodded.

After breakfast was done you cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. Jensen tried to help but you told him no since he cooked. He reluctantly agreed and went to start getting the decorations out of the attic.

You heard him grunting as you finished up the dishes. He carried a very large box into the living room and it landed with a thud. “Jensen, let me help you. You’re going to hurt yourself doing it alone.” You said walking over towards him. He playfully rolled his eyes and smirked. He grabbed your hand and led you to the attic door. As you both walked up the stairs you looked around the huge attic. Everything was neatly organized and labeled. “Wow” you whispered. He chuckled and walked towards some boxes labeled “Christmas decor”. You grabbed a box and went back down towards the living room. “Okay, y/n. Do you think you can help with the tree box?” He asked. “Sure. Let me put my hair up. I’m getting hot.” You said. He winked at you and said “getting hot? You’re already hot sweetheart. “ You blushed and smiled at him. “Come on, let’s get that tree down” you said walking back towards the attic. “There it is” Jensen said while pointing to a stack of 3 boxes. “Um, Jens how big is the tree” you asked with wide eyes. “It’s just 11 feet” he said chuckling. “Only 11 feet” you said surprised. “How are we supposed to decorate the top” you asked. “I get out my big ladder. The kids aren’t allowed on it. But I take one of them up with me to put on the topper. It rotates who gets to every year.” He said. You smile and tell him how sweet that is. You both grab an end of one of the tree boxes and carry down. A few minutes later all the decorations and tree boxes are in the living room.

“Where should we start, Jensen?” You asked looking at all the boxes and totes. “Let’s get the tree up that way we can clear these big boxes out. It’s pre-lit so we can turn it on and enjoy it even if it’s not decorated.” He said while opening the box labeled “step 1”. You turned on some Christmas music and started to help him clear out the area where he puts the tree up. Once the area was clear he put the tree stand down and grabbed the bottom part of the tree. You looked in the box and there was still another part. You laughed as you reached in to grab the other part. Carefully carrying it over you placed it on top of the part Jensen had already put down. As you worked together the tree was taking shape and it was breathtaking. Jensen grabbed his ladder so he could put the rest of the tree up. You grabbed a section of tree and was about to climb the ladder when you felt a hand on your arm. “What are you doing y/n? Jensen asked with a worried look. “I’m going to put this part on.” You said while trying to climb up. He didn’t let go of you and said “please don’t, I don’t want you to fall or get hurt.” The look in his eyes made your heart hurt. He looked genuinely concerned. You stepped down and nodded. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. You smiled into his lips. He climbed up and you handed him the last few parts. Finally the tree was up. Jensen plugged it in and handed you the remote. “Want to do the honors sweetheart” he asked with an ear to ear grin on his face. “Sure” you said while taking the remote. You pushed the button and softly gasped. The tree was even more beautiful than you imagined. Jensen came behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you both were taking in the beautiful view. “It’s absolutely beautiful, Jensen” you said with misty eyes. He looked at you and whispered “yes you are” while placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I love you, Jensen” you whispered into his lips. “I love you too, y/n.” He whispered back.

You two stood there for a few more minutes taking in the tree and each other. When his phone started ringing. He slowly pulled away and grabbed his phone. He motioned he was going to take it in the other room and walked out. You didn’t think anything of it and started to open totes and boxes doing an inventory of decorations. You started decorating and singing along to the songs playing. At first you hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until you went to hang some garland and lights around the window. The sun was setting and you looked at the clock. You had been decorating for almost an hour and a half. That is when you realized Jensen was still gone. You started to walk towards the office where Jensen went to take the call. You heard him talking quietly and was about to knock when you heard him say your name. You froze and didn’t mean to listen but you couldn’t help it. Who had his attention for over an hour and why did he say your name. “No, her name is y/n. Yes, I told you. I met her at the con in October. Yes, I’ve seen the pictures of us online. I get it. She’s not exactly a model and she doesn’t look like you.” You heard him saying though the door. Your heart sank and you felt sick. You felt tears prick your eyes and your chest tighten. Your head started spinning and you needed to get out of the house and away from him. You grabbed your shoes, purse and jacket and took off out the door. Backing out of the driveway you were sobbing and gasping for air.

Panic was washing over you. All you could think about was how stupid you were for believing that a man like Jensen could really be in love with a woman like you. His voice and words kept playing over and over in your head. You didn’t know where you were going but you just drove. Trying to make the words go away. About 5 minutes later your phone started ringing and you saw Jensen’s name pop up. You sent him to voicemail and kept driving. Your phone kept going off with texts and phone calls. You pulled into a motel parking lot and sat there reading his texts.

-Sweetheart where are you? Please call me

-Y/N what’s going on. Please let me know you’re okay.

-Now I’m getting worried. You’re not picking up or texting. Please call me

-Sweetheart what’s going on?!? I’m really worried. I love you

The voicemails were pretty much the same and he ended them with “I love you”. You scoffed when you heard him say it. Your phone started ringing and this time it wasn’t Jensen. It was a local number. You didn’t answer it. They left a voicemail so you listened to it.

“Hey y/n, this is Gen, Jared’s wife. Jensen called us in a panic saying you disappeared and you’re not answering. If you could please call me back I’d appreciate it. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and wiped the tears away. You pushed the callback button and called Gen. “Hello, y/n is that you?” She asked sweetly. “Yes it’s me. Please tell Jensen I’m okay” you barely whispered. “Sweetie, where are you. Is everything okay. You sound like you’ve been crying.” Gen said with concern in her voice. You could hear Jared in the background and you could tell he was talking to Jensen on the phone. “Is she okay Gen?” He asked. You heard her tell him she wasn’t sure. That you said you were but she could tell you had been crying. You sat there hearing him tell Jensen you were okay but clearly crying. Tears started to fall again when her sweet voice started talking to you. “Y/n, whatever happened we will figure it out. Why don’t you come to our house and we can talk about it. We don’t want you out there by yourself. I’ll text you our address.” She said. Through your sobs you agreed to go to their house.

You put their address in your GPS and started driving. They lived a few blocks away from Jensen so the neighborhood was familiar. You pulled into their driveway and a petite brunette was standing at the door. She smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. Jared appeared behind her and wrapped you both in a hug. He kissed the top of your head as they led you into the house. “I’ll call Jensen and let him know you’re here but tell him to stay at home for now.” Jared said and you nodded thanking him. Gen grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen table. You sat down and she grabbed a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. You took a sip as a few tears slipped out. She grabbed your hand and held it. “It’s okay, y/n. We will figure it out” she said softly. You looked at her and all you could muster up was “I loved him so much, I gave up everything to be with him” and tears started flowing again. She looked at Jared who had walked in right as you said it. They both looked confused. Gen looked at you and said “loved? Jensen? Why are you saying you loved him instead of love?” “Because he doesn’t want me or love me. It was all a joke or something.” You said sobbing. Jared sat down at the table too and put his hand on yours and Gens. “Y/n, what are you talking about. Jensen is madly in love with you.” Jared said looking confused. You just shook your head no. After a bit more wine and Jared and Gen talking to you, you were finally able to tell them what happened. “This has to be a mistake. I saw him with you, and I know Jensen. That man loves you. He doesn’t care if you’re a model or not.” Jared said matter-of-factly. You just sat there and said “I know what I heard.” Jared sighed, got up and patted your shoulder as he walked out of the room. Gen was trying to get you to call Jensen and talk to him but you couldn’t. You told her you were terrified he was going to tell you he realized you weren’t good enough for him and he wanted someone thinner and prettier. “Oh y/n, Jensen wouldn’t do that. He loves you. I’ve known that man for years and he doesn’t do anything unless he means it. There has to be some kind of reason he said what he said.” Gen said while hugging you. You let all your old insecurities bubble up and you just broke. Telling Gen everything and explaining to her how you’ve always felt unwanted and unworthy. How when you met Jensen it scared you because you felt an instant connection with him and you’d falling so fast for him.

As you were pouring your heart out you hadn’t noticed the person standing against the door listening to every word you said. You looked at Gen and said “I love him so much, Gen. I can’t lose him but if he really doesn’t want me I’ll let him go.” “What if he doesn’t want to let you go because he’s deeply in love with you too.” You heard a deep voice say. You turned towards the door seeing Jensen standing there. Arms folded in front of him. His eyes were red and puffy and his hair was a mess. You could tell he had been crying and he had been running his fingers through his hair. Gen smiled and stood up. As she walked past you she touched your arm. “Talk to him sweetie.” She said sweetly and left the room.

Jensen walked towards the table and sat down. He reached for your hand but you pulled back. “Sweetheart, what happened? Everything was fine when I left to take the phone call.” He said looking sad. You cringed when he mentioned the phone call. “I heard you.” You said in barely a whisper. “I heard you on the phone. I came to find you and I heard you tell whoever was on the phone I wasn’t a model and I didn’t look like them. Who is she Jensen? I know it was a woman you were on the phone with.” You said raising your voice slightly. He looked shocked and confused for a minute. Then his face sank. He realized he hurt you but he didn’t mean to. “Did you hear the rest of the conversation?” He asked. You shook your head and said “I heard enough. I needed to get some air.” He grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I was talking to my ex. She was calling to make sure it was okay to still bring the kids this weekend. She knew you just moved in and she wanted to make sure you were comfortable with them coming over this soon after the move. She brought up the pictures of us online and talked about the nasty comments some people are making. I did say what you heard, but I also said I didn’t care what others thought and they didn’t need to compare you to her. I told her how much I loved you and how you were working hard to get the house ready for the kids. We both agreed you two should meet so we can all move forward as one unit. She was worried about you and wanted to make sure the comparisons online weren’t getting to you and to say she had moved on too. Sweetheart, I love you and I have from the moment I saw you. You’re everything to me and I want you to come home. Please.” You saw tears filling his eyes and how genuine his words were. Tears slipped from your eyes and he gently wiped them away with his thumb. “Shhh, don’t cry baby. Please” he said cupping your face.

You put your head down feeling so ashamed of running out and questioning his feelings for you. “I’m so sorry, Jensen. I just lost it and let the insecurities win again. I should have stayed and talked to you. Now I pulled Jared and Gen into this. My first time meeting her and she probably thinks I’m crazy.” You said with your head still down. “No I don’t. I get it completely.” You heard her say from the other room. Jensen chuckled and you smiled. “There’s that beautiful smile” Jensen said. He pulled you out of your chair while he stood up. He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and whispered “let’s go home baby.” You lifted your head up and nodded. You stood there looking into his eyes and all of your worries started to melt away. You could see his love for you. Leaning up you cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He grabbed your head and crashed his lips on yours again. Kissing you deeper and passionately. His hands ran through your hair and your hands were on his chest. The kiss was full of passion and need. “Get a room you two.” Jared said with a chuckle. You both pulled away laughing and Jensen playfully hit Jared’s arm. Jared and Jensen hugged each other as you two walked towards the door. You hugged Gen and Jared thanking them both and apologizing. They both told you don’t be sorry and you were family so they were there for you. “The kids will be over this weekend to help decorate if y’all want to bring your bunch and come over too.” Jensen said. “Yes, please come. We can make Christmas cookies and treats with them too.” You said. “Of course we will be there and we will eat some dinner too. Have a great big family day.” Gen said with a huge smile. “Love you guys, and thanks for taking care of my girl.” Jensen said while taking you by the hand. He walked you to your car and kissed you again. “I’ll see you at home in a few minutes.” Jensen said. You nodded and got in your car driving back to your house.

You parked and got out walking towards the front door. Jensen walked up the steps as you were opening the door. You both walked in and you noticed all the boxes and totes still out. Jensen took your hand and said “hey, we will deal with this tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.” You nodded and kicked off your shoes. As you walked to your bedroom door you stopped and turned around to Jensen. “I understand if you don’t want me to sleep in here tonight. I can sleep in one of the guest rooms.” He turned you around and lifted your head and said “no, I want you in our bed tonight. Sleeping in my arms if you’ll have me.” He gently placed a kiss on your lips. A single tear escaped your eye and he brushed it away. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go to bed.” You walked into your bedroom and got ready for bed. You went into the bathroom washed your face and brushed your teeth. Your chest tightened as you thought about your overreaction and started having a panic attack. You collapsed to the floor sobbing and gasping for air. Jensen rushed in and dropped to the floor grabbing you into his arms. “Come on baby. Listen to my voice and breath with me. Come on, take a deep breath in and let it out for me.” He said. You took a deep breath in matching his breathing and focusing on his voice. You buried your head into his chest taking in his scent and matching his breath. After what felt like an eternity you could feel the tightness loosening in your chest. Your breathing became normal and your heartbeat slowed down. You finally opened your eyes and looked into Jensen’s beautiful green eyes. He was looking at you with some much love and compassion. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain. I love you and I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel loved and wanted by me. You deserve that and so much more.” Jensen said as he still held on to you. You gently kissed his lips and said “I love you too and I promise I will work hard at not jumping to conclusions and talk to you about things that are bothering me.” “Good, it’s something we can work on together. Now let’s get you off this floor.” He said helping you up. You both walked out of the bathroom and climbed into bed. You slid over to him and waited for him to move, letting you know it was okay to lay close to him. You were mentally and physically exhausted and just wanted to lay in his arms. Jensen put his arm out and pulled you to his side. You snuggled up to him and he kissed your head. You sighed softly and he pulled you tighter. You softly whispered “I love you Jensen, more than you know.” “I love you too, y/n more than anything.” He said back. Your heart was starting to heal and you knew one thing for sure. You were without a doubt unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Jensen.

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 8)

I will admit. Initially this was going to be much longer, but I cut it where I was initially going to put a timeskip. This one feels like a lotta filler but dw, I got something big planned ;3

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“I'm not going to pull you up…”

“Without you, I become leader of the Toppat Clan…”

“Just wanted to look you in the eyes as I took it all back…”

“Goodbye…”

Plummeting into the freezing sea, it wasn't that face of calm superiority that Henry remembered. It was the anger, the pain driven by fear that he'd seen in the beginning. When Reginald demanded he fixed his Right Hand Man. When Reginald had blamed Henry for everything. Those last words uttered from Reginald's mouth weren't what echoed in his mind as he felt his own body shutting down on him. It was the first ones.

“FIX HIM!”

He gasped sharply as he woke up, staring up at the dark green fabric fluttering above him. He was still in the tent, still laying in that cot.

“Hey, Henry, you're finally up!” he suddenly heard from the tent entrance, sitting up to see Charles, dressed like he'd been going about his day for quite some time now.

“I'm surprised you slept through the general's call, I never can, but you! I have to admit Henry, it's weirdly impressive. But you can't sleep all day! You still haven't met everyone yet! Lucky for you, General just likes to have us run drills in the mornings and then we can hang out the rest of the day if we don't have important tasks to do. Eel and Andrew are gonna be busy a while, but Quentin and Madd said they'd help show you around! The Bukowski twins wanted to come, but Vicky's taking them over to target practice- Oh, you still need to meet Vicky! Oh, by the way, tomorrow you've got some acclimation practices with Phlex. Hopefully to make him less… violent around you.”

Henry let himself relax as Charles rambled, letting the friendly sound help push away the dream.

It's over… it's over…

“Uh, you ok over there, Henry?” the pilot suddenly cut into his thoughts, and he nodded, standing.

“Yeah, I-I'm fine. Just… getting used to waking up normally again. Give me a sec,” he assured him.

“Alright, just, be quick getting ready, Quentin is not very patient,” the pilot advised before popping back out of the tent. Henry sighed as he looked at his clothes. Let's get it going, then.

After getting ready, Henry walked out of the tent, looking out at the base, buzzing with activity. He looked up at the overcast sky as a single helicopter took off, gripping the strap of his bag tightly.

“Heyyy, Henry, you're finally ready! I grabbed you something from the mess hall for breakfast, you like apples, right?” the pilot asked as he ran up, gently tossing one into Henry's hands, not waiting for an answer. “Quentin and Madd should be over soon, they're talking to General Galeforce about a tent change, y'know, because of the whole Phlex and Mac situation. Oh! And we're gonna have visitors in a couple of days! I hope it's Major Panzer's section, I'd love for you to meet them, too! Oh!” Suddenly his gaze turned behind Henry, and he followed his gaze to see two of Charles's squadmates. “Quentin, Madd, we're over here!”

“Stickmin, you are up! I thought Charlie was bullshitting us,” Madd greeted as him and the older pilot approached. Henry nodded a bit, and Madd put a hand on his shoulder as they reached the two.

“So, ready for the grand tour, Henry? Charlie says you like the place so far, so I've got a feeling you're gonna like the rest of it!”

“That, and we have several other people here we need to introduce you to,” Quentin added as he began to lead the small group. “Who's first, boys?”

“How about Anthony? Heard he's hanging out with Smokah and Turtle. Might wanna meet the new guy,” Madd suggested, giving Quentin a knowing look as he stopped dead in his tracks, before turning back to Madd.

“I know what you're doing. No.”

“C'mon! It's a perfect opportunity! Besides, he has to meet them sometime,” the sniper argued, and the oldest sighed.

“If we're going to introduce Henry to Anthony, that's the only thing we're doing. Understood?”

“Check, now c'mon! I still remember where they are!” Madd announced as he took the lead, bringing them over a jeep where three soldiers were smoking. Or more accurately, two were smoking, one was pacing and rambling endlessly about some kind of explosive device idea.

“Henry, meet Anthony Lee, Smokah Tyeson, and-”

“Codename Turtle, pleased to meet ya!” she cut off Madd's introduction, taking Henry's hand and shaking it quickly. “I'm the demowoman, the boom behind the bounty hunters division! Heard you met Eel already, that's good, but you still need to meet Frog, right? Hey Frog, get over here!” her words came out rushed and energetic, something Henry remembered Eel had warned him about. Another soldier came over, dressed similarly to Turtle, and Henry assumed this was Frog.

“Hey there, Henry, I’ve heard a lot,” he greeted, shaking Henry’s hand in a far more calm fashion. “I’m Frog, as you might have heard Turtle screaming. You’ve got quite the reputation, but we’re glad to have you on our side. Quent, Madd, Charlie,” he nodded to the other three.

“Frog,” they chorused behind Henry, before Charles stepped forward.

“It’s nice to see you guys, and to introduce Henry. We’re giving him a little tour and meet-and-greet with everyone!” the pilot announced, and one of the other soldiers coughed in response. Smokah, if Henry had the names right.

“Well, kid, hope you like overcast and gas fumes, ‘cause that’s what you’re in for,” he remarked in a gruff, almost pained voice.

“You sure that’s not just the cloud of smoke that follows you everywhere?” the other one, Anthony, remarked, earning a pointed glare from Smokah. He turned to Henry. “Don’t take any of that too literally, half of us have money on him dying from lung cancer before anywhere out there.”

“Fuck you, these things make me stronger and you know it,” he grumbled, snuffing out a butt and lighting a new one.

“I will admit to that, these things do seem to give him some kinda power. But you smell and sound awful, and frankly we’re worried about you,” Anthony noted as he turned back to the chainsmoker, who just huffed in response. Or possibly coughed, Henry couldn’t tell.

“At least I’ve got something going for me. I’m the character in the movie you can’t help but get attached to, you’re the nameless soldier who gets shot in the face in the first scene.”

“God, why is that always what you go to? Besides, I’m more like the soldier who’s got a few interesting stories and the audience finds him relatable.”

“Yeah, these two idiots have a habit of comparing each other to movie tropes. It seems silly now, but wait until you’ve spent months around them, you’ll see how quickly it get soooooo annoyingggg,” Turtle complained, leaning on Henry. He was surprised by how he almost felt uncomfortable with the proximity. Thankfully, Charles stepped in before Henry had to say anything.

“Turtle, careful, he’s still getting used to the augmentations! You might break him!” he warned, pulling her off him gently, but her eyes visibly lit up before she grabbed Henry’s arm.

“Ohhh, I’m such an oblivious bitch, how didn’t I see this? It’s so cool! Can your arm transform? Do you have any weapons? Is it just a normal arm?” she began rambling, looking at Henry as she tapped along the sensors.

“It’s got a couple of different options. I’m hoping they haven’t taken anything away, though I’m not sure I could bear it if they added more upgrades. But if I do have some pretty cool weapons. You guys mind if I show you the minigun?”

“You have a minigun?!” Charles asked in response, his eyes wide.

“Hell yeah, let’s see it!” Madd answered excitedly.

“We don’t have time for that! Maybe tomorrow, but right now, we’re in the middle of something,” Quentin cut in, earning ‘boo’s from the younger squad members.

“As bad as I wanna see the minigun, Quent’s right. We can see it tomorrow, after that thing that Galeforce wanted to do with him,” Anthony added. “But right now, you guys are busy. He’s still gotta meet everyone else.”

“I- Y-yeah, so, c’mon, Drake and Hank are over by the choppers, and I’ve got a Blackhawk to make sure those newbies in engineering didn’t fuck up. C’mon,” the bearded pilot ordered as he led the others away, though Henry was able to catch him blushing as they departed.

As they approached the helicopter pads, they were greeted by another soldier, who stopped Quentin in his path.

“Ain’t ya gonna introduce me to the newbie, here?” he asked in a surprisingly deep voice, pointing to Henry

“Oh shit, yeah, Gruff, this is Henry. He’s the guy that Charles saved in the Jungle mission,” Quentin informed him, motioning to Henry, who waved a bit awkwardly.

“Ah, yeah, I remember now. Should’ve seen the arm, that’s on me. Welcome to base, Henry, hope you like it here,” he said, shaking Henry’s hand. Henry nodded a bit.

“Glad to say I do so far. You guys have just been so… welcoming, I’m honestly surprised.”

“Are you kidding? You took out the whole Toppat Clan, the very same Toppat Clan that’s been pissing off the general for years. He’s so much nicer to be around now, it’s amazing.”

“Right, well, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got other people to meet up with and not a lot of time to get it done. It was good seeing you, though,” Quentin told him, and Gruff nodded.

“Right, I gotta meet up with Josh anyway, I’m taking him down to Captain Grit’s target practice she’s running. You guys should pop over once you’re done, though, I think she’d like Henry!”

“That’s the plan. Seeya later, Gruff!” Madd said as Gruff left, and the four continued on.

[fandomscompilation]

Life over death (The Darkling x Reader) Part four

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Alexander Morozova x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, cutting yourself, descriptions of using powers but they're not perfectly like other Grisha, 1st person POV

A/N: Hello, next part of Alexander fic! Please, have in mind that this is the fic about Reader having powers that come from merzost, so I make them up. They will have things in common with Little Science, but it is not the same. After the last part I realised that I'm not too good at writing in other povs so we're back to 1st person. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

Ps.: This is a short filler chapter to give you a little snippet into Reader's abilities.

Gif is not mine!

The room I was given was spacious and luxurious. The bed felt like a cloud, yet a bit too soft after all the nights spend in inns. But I didn't say a word to the Grisha that showed me to my room. General gave orders to let me rest for the night before he showed me around tomorrow. I knew it would be seen as special treatment, but no one here stood a chance against me.

I spend the night observing the grounds through the window. Taking a bath after the journey and getting to know every corner of my new room. I'll have to wander the halls after the tour to know the corridors. Other Grisha might not like my powers, so having an upper hand of the surroundings will be crucial.

I sat on my bed breathing deeply. I let my heart rate regulate and muscles relax. When my body was ready I cleared my mind, letting the thoughts and memories go. Slowly tendrils of water started to circle around my body with the help of air. I worked on the temperature around me and the humidity of the room. I could feel my hair get slightly damp and I took a deep breath in. I stopped and walked to the desk. As much as I wanted to do more, the room was not the best place to train my abilities.

Looking through the drawers I found a letter opener and after close inspection I deemed it just fine. Even if I didn't like this part of my self training, no one will allow me to train on others when they don't trust me. So with light hesitation I cut my hand and let the blood flow. But before the drops could hit the desk they stopped hovering over it. I looked to the droplets and back to the injury. Sighting lightly I willed the blood to go back, to fill my veins again, to close the wound. It was my way to learn how to fix myself after a fight. Although my offensive was quiet perfect and not many stood a chance. But every good tactic knows that the defensive plays a big role in winning wars too. So each night I would train myself in healing my own body, in using tricks that didn't harm but could distract the opponent.

I had power and with power comes a prize. I promised myself that I would not be one of the martyrs. I would not fall. Not until I made them pay, all of them.

[buriedself]

@ HIDDENJEM JUST POSTED … thank you for the incredible response to f&s just one day after release ! so excited for the book signing tomorrow. come say hi !!!!!!!

001. STATISTICS …

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: james abeke muyiwa. NICKNAME(S): jem, jamie. AGE:   twenty8. DATE OF BIRTH:   february 9th, 1995. PLACE OF BIRTH: new brunswick, new jersey. CURRENT LOCATION:  upper west side. GENDER:  genderfluid. PRONOUNS:  she/he/they, no preference. ORIENTATION:  bisexual. OCCUPATION: author. EDUCATION LEVEL: mfa in writing from columbia.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:  5'6. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS: one in each ear. CLOTHING STYLE:   1) comfortable. 2) colorful & fun. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  biiiiiig smile.

HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   peanuts. SLEEPING HABITS:   poor. will often wake up in the middle of the night to write & stay up very late. non-existent sleep schedule. discord status is always active. EATING HABITS: enjoys sweets a lot. SOCIABILITY: 10/10. highly sociable. the extrovert friend. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS: no / no / no.

PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:  did not think this through, most writers are writers, affectionate nickname, beware the silly / nice ones, the cutie, disappeared dad, the heart, shipper on deck, affectionate nicknames, bad liar, book smart, cheerful child, cute clumsy girl, endearingly dorky, good cannot comprehend evil, hates being alone, open mouth insert foot, perpetual smiler, silly rabbit cynicism is for losers, you are not alone. INSPIRATIONS: jester lavorre (cr2), han sooyoung (orv), jessica day (new girl), phil dunphy (modern family). POSITIVE TRAITS:   ambitious, enthusiastic, creative, expressive, mischievous NEGATIVE TRAITS: clumsy, naïve, inexperienced, credulous, over-trusting LIKES: classical music, winter, cats. DISLIKES: alcoholic drinks, tight schedules, summer. FEARS: disappointing her mother, failure. HABITS:  bouncing on toes, nervous giggling, bouncing leg, filler words HOBBIES: watching tv / movies, reading, strategy games, d&d.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: alive & well. FATHER: estranged. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none. BEST FRIEND:  tba. EXES: none. SIBLING(S): none. CHILDREN: none. PET(S):  cat named cat the second after their childhood cat named cat.

002. BIOGRAPHY / HEADCANONS …

born and raised in jersey by a single mom. dad was out of the picture and mom always told a romantic story of how he's off doing something heroic to protect their family. jem still believes this.

mom wasn't well off by any means, she had to work to put jem through school, though jem got scholarships for college. their mom gained notoriety for her incredible singing voice after a stroke of luck on american idol when jem was already a college freshman.

has always been very talented at writing to the point that nearly everytime they entered a writing competition in middle/high school, they won. their short stories were always either very poetic and prose heavy, or contained an incredible amount of world building.

published their first book, zugzwang, when they were still in college. it got picked up by a big deal publisher and while it didn't get popular, they still kept them on under the impression that they'd do very very good for the company when the time was right.

their next book, long past dawn, gained popularity very quickly, especially with queer teens/new adults. easily their favorite book to date, it holds a very special place in their heart.

after that, it was all uphill. their trilogy, steele legacy, put them on the map. they're a highly sought after author to the point that they have even done some guest lectures at their alma mater.

sucks at writing romance because they've never been in a relationship and it's kinda making their publisher mad because the fans want romance !

personality wise they are very sweet, very funny, will pull innocent/harmless pranks on their friends. extremely extroverted. genuinely just here for a good time. always, always smiling.

unfortunately, they're also quite gullible and naïve, easy to manipulate. they grew up pretty sheltered as their mom always worried about them. really just takes things at face value.

steele legacy trilogy is getting a movie adaption ! but shh that's a secret.

003. CAREER …

zugzwang (2013) : a very da vinci code-like mystery thriller novel with some knives out/glass onion type humor. her highest selling novel after the steele legacy and f&s. only gained traction after steele legacy's release. long past dawn (2015) : a short coming of age novel in a first-person biography style about a new adult figuring out their identity as a queer person while navigating college life. happy, sweet ending. sheep in wolf's clothing (2018) : sci-fi horror written in an epistory style that was, honestly, not that well received due to how experimental the writing was. due to the success of the rest of her works, it has garnered a solid fanbase. steele legacy trilogy (2016-2022) : quintessential high fantasy series with incredibly impressive world building that put her on the map once booktok got a hold of it. easy to digest prose that walks the line between too-flowery and easy to understand. new adult / adult audience simply due to the heavy topics. as the rest of her books, there is no romance, but fans are obsessed with the three protagonists - luka, jingyi, and zora - as a throuple based simply on platonic relationships. faithless & stolid (2023) : the first book in a trilogy taking place in the same world as steele legacy, though it is technically a prequel. even better reception than steele legacy so far. publisher & fans are urging them to involve romance in this one. future projects : publisher is pushing them to write something before releasing the second part to f&s, preferably romance, despite their unfamiliarity with the genre.

004. CONNECTIONS …

best friends (0/∞) : she makes friends like no one else. clicks immediately with anyone and everyone

someone who she convinces to fake date so they can fake break up with her so she knows how heart break feels like so that she can somehow come up with a romance book to keep her people happy. maybe there's feelings. maybe there isn't.

actors to star in the steele legacy adaption !

authors she looks up to, authors she's friends with, authors that have beef with her

rivals but it's one sided because she doesn't dislike anyone honestly

crushes.... unrequited... probably her who has a crush and is going to do nothing about it.

fans !

people who get into prank wars with her &lt;3

good / bad influence

???? idk profit. she's fun but naïve and i want her to be manipulated and stuck in places/situations that she feels out of her depth with because she needs to grow up. ruin her !

[muskratjukebox]

Chapter 1

Pack your shit and leave.

Simple as that. At least, in theory.

But, once the adrenaline fades, and reality sets in, packing your shit and leaving doesn't seem so simple.

Step 1: Take a good look around you. A mental note of everything you've collected over the years. Every piece of scrap paper. Little knick knacks, collecting dust on crooked shelves. This is your life. This is what it's become. Remember that.

Step 2: Let it go. All of it. Even the expensive things. Everything is replaceable. Everyone thinks humans need stuff. We don't need stuff. The filler. It's just filler. Lose the stuff. It makes the packing your shit part a whole lot easier.

Step 3: Make a plan. Not a big one. Not one of those 5 year bullshit plans. The world may end tomorrow. No, make a plan. Today, then tomorrow, then the next day and then the next. Make a plan and stick to it. It's just you and the plan now. Get used to that.

Step 4: And this is the most important. DO. NOT. GO. BACK. Don't do it. Make up your mind add stick to it. If you wanted to leave, you felt that way for a reason. Keep ahold tight on that thought. Because it may be all you have in the coming weeks.

Relationships are hard. You'll hear that phrase most from older married couples who never had the balls to leave their partner. If you're unhappy, leave. Now, some things are worth fighting for. I once got mad at an ex for letting his friend park in my spot. To be fair, we had two guest parking spots and I'm creature of habit. And I did end up getting back together with them. But, maybe it wasn't just about the spot. Maybe it was about respect and boundaries. Or maybe I'm just petty. But, not everything is a fine line that can easily be crossed. Some things are big lines. Big bold lines, in red. And those, they don't ever get crossed. Those you should avoid. Keep that in mind. It will be helpful later.

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Chapter 14: Castles Crumbling

Freya POV, 1350 words kinda all over the place because this is a filler chapter, shit's going down next chapter ;)

heads up that there's kinda graphic descriptions of injuries throughout, especially concerning blood, tldr if you need it at the bottom :) also heavy talk of insecurities/self-worth issues

chapter 1 chapter 13

By the time the rain stopped, we were down on the beach, the stars shining in the sky as if twelve lives hadn’t just been destroyed. I stood a few feet away from the others, their distrust in me breaking my heart into a thousand little pieces.

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the pain from my wounds was making it hard to stand up straight. I had a bullet still lodged in my left shoulder, my right hand was sprained, if not broken from how hard I had landed on it while trying to save Enoch and I had easily a dozen deep cuts from the glass. Blood was slowly seeping onto my dress, staining the green a reddish-brown.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” Fiona said, “What do we do now?”

Jacob looked lost, leadership obviously not being something he was used to. “I-is there any sign of Miss Peregrine and that Wight?”

“Gone. They must have had a boat.” I shook my head, the motion sending more blood out of my shoulder and I clamped my most definitely broken hand over it.

“We need to go after them,” Jacob said, stating the obvious. “We know he’s taking her to Blackpool.”

“But Blackpool is miles away! The next ferry doesn’t go for hours. We’ll never make it in time,” said Millard.

“Not unless we go by boat too.”

I snorted, “Where the fuck are we gonna find a boat?”

Turns out there was a boat. Mind, it was easily 200 metres underwater, but there was a boat. Slowly, we swam down, Emma blowing air bubbles for us to be able to breathe. Every stroke of my arms sent agony flaring up my shoulder and down my back, the bullet had done more damage than I thought.

While Emma worked on filling the rest of the boat up with air once one room was sufficiently dry enough for us to breathe, the rest of us slowly moved room by room through the ship, finding enough bedrooms for each peculiar to have two, the engine room and a room full of skeletons.

Before long, we all ended up in the bridge. The angle that the ship had taken to get out of the water resulting in most of us falling against a wall. Once we were out of the sea, Enoch came and stood beside me as we all looked out at the island. There was no guarantee we would ever come back, let alone live past tomorrow.

I did my best to avoid everyone, including Enoch, for the next few hours. The betrayal in their eyes was too much for me to handle, especially while we rushed to Blackpool.

It was like every single good thing I had done in the last nearly seventy years had been erased in a matter of an hour. Every night spent drinking in the village with Olive and Emma meant nothing. Every time I took care of Wyn and Claire meant nothing. Every afternoon I soothed Fiona when she lost control because of Hugh, they meant nothing.

If I had to see my family look at me like I was a monster one more time…

In a way, they were confirming all the fears I’d had since I was thirteen. No one could ever fully accept that someone they loved could kill them and anyone else in seconds if their control slipped for only a moment.

I will always be on my own. I will never have anyone for long.

Maybe it was a gift of sorts to have seventy years of being loved, even if I had to hide such a big portion of myself to get it.

My spiral of self-pity was interrupted as I turned down the hallway that led to the room I’d claimed for the night. It was a good few hallways away from both where the younger and older wards were sleeping. Enoch was leaning on the wall next to the door.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, everything’s fine,” I said, trying to push past him to open the door.

“Sure, that’s why there���s blood all over you.”

I half-turned to him, “I can fix it.” I didn’t like being shitty to him but it would keep him safe and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t my top priority.

He raised an eyebrow, he knew damn well I was bullshitting, “You can fix a bullet wound with one hand?”

I sighed in defeat and let him follow me in. While he found a first aid kit in the bathroom, I pulled off my dress and my cami underneath, leaving me in a soft bralette and bloomers.

I had just sat on the bed when Enoch turned around with bandages and tweezers in hand. At the sight of me, his jaw dropped slightly, “I didn’t realize it was so bad, I would’ve annoyed you into letting me help earlier if I knew.”

To be fair, I was looked a mess. I had rebraided my hair after getting to the ship but the water had wreaked havoc on my curls and had left them in a mat of tangles. My shoulder had stopped bleeding, but there was still blood crusted from my collarbone to my bicep. There wasn’t too much blood from the glass but that was only because they were still embedded in my skin.

“Where do you want to start?” he said, sitting down gently next to me.

“Bullet. Probably not good for it to stay in there long.” He nodded and I twisted so that he could see where it entered. 

He unscrewed a bottle of whiskey and poured some on a cloth. “This is going to hurt like hell but we can’t risk infection, not right now.” Enoch wiped the cloth over my bloodstained skin and I hissed through my teeth at the sting. To say it hurt would’ve been the understatement of the century. It felt like it was burning through my raw skin.

After what felt like far too long, he had me lie on my back so that he could find the bullet. The tweezers were freezing as he dug through the muscle and flesh of my arm. There was a slight tugging feeling before the bullet was out.

“Here’s the little fucker,” he said, dropping it into my waiting hand. It was only a few minutes longer before I was stitched and bandaged up.

“Glass next?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long process. Thankfully, it had been mostly big shards of glass that got stuck, the majority of the small pieces bouncing off me.

After another twenty minutes he asked “Is there anything else?”

“I might have, possibly, definitely broken my hand when I was trying to grab the hollow,” I said, scrunching my face up as I waited for his reaction.

Noch blinked twice, “What?”

I held up my hand. Two of my finger were at an unnatural angle and you could just barely see where one of my bones poked into my skin slightly. It was a miracle I could move my hand at all right now.

“Oh shit. That-that is definitely broken. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Me neither. Maybe we could bandage it? So that it doesn’t get worse?”

“Alright, we can do that.” He gently wrapped my hand then redid the bandages on my arm and thigh from when Claire spilt her hot chocolate. 

God, I thought, that couldn’t have been just three days ago.

There we sat in silence, Enoch cradling my fucked over hand in his like it was something to be protected, like I was something to be protected, and I suddenly realized what was going to happen. We were finally going to talk about the elephant in the room that we’d been ignoring for sixty years.

“Frey—” he started and I snatched my hand back.

I shook my head, clutching my broken hand to my chest as I stood up. “I-I can’t,” I said backing away until I reached the door.

And then I ran.

TLDR if the injury talk was not for you: Freya begins to distance herself from the others because she thinks she's worthless after how the others (minus Enoch) reacted to the death-touch part of her peculiarity. They go down to the Augusta. General talk of how they confirmed the fears she had for years about not being accepted for her peculiarity and maybe it was a gift that she got nearly 70 years of them not knowing. Enoch fixes up all her injuries even tho she's been trying to avoid him. Enoch tries to get her to talk about their feelings but she panics and runs off.

chapter 15

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Forced To Believe Chapter 2- My WWE Debut

Author's Note: Here we have some more filler before going straight to the main roster. When I wrote this I focused more on what happens onscreen instead of offscreen but as the story progresses I started adding more on what happens with Melanie 

The Jake Roberts OC is from an old fanfic friend of mine back on fanfiction.net's site, magmon1000. I decided to keep it in!

Chapter Summary: Melanie continues her wrestling career in TNA and FCW before finally getting called up to debut on the main roster at Survivor Series 2012 as Morgan Lopez. She has some words to say about The Shield which begins to make her a target of the group

Words: 9,000+

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"There are some crazy-looking guys here. Especially with a lot of tattoos and gothic clothing." Leah, Melanie's friend from the gym said as she walked into her locker room after the CZW show was over

Melanie had met her when she was training to become a wrestler. Leah had helped her work out, thanks to her high school wrestling coach and they have been friends ever since.

Melanie removed her ponytail and laughed. "You'll get used to it. I did after a month. Jon broke me out of my shell and now I can't get enough of everyone. We're always hanging out."

"Yeah, and you and I are having a night out. Just the two of us. We gotta talk."

"Something up?" she asked with concern. She wore a black tank top, leather pants, a leather jacket, and black boots, already ready to hang out with Leah.

"It's my boyfriend. I think he's cheating on me..." Leah looked down.

"What? No way. Come on, let's go to the bar."

Melanie drove Leah to a local bar in South Philly, downtown, and sat at the counter. "What can I get you ladies?" A female bartender asked

"I'll take a Heineken," Melanie replied as she immediately received one

"Give me the strongest drink you have," Leah replied sadly.

"Whoa! No. Don't listen to her. Give her a Heineken just like me please." Melanie declared. After the bartender gave Leah the same drink, she walked away to attend to another customer. "What the hell is the problem? Breathe. Don't do anything reckless, right now."

Leah bursted out in tears and Melanie sighed. Leah would get really emotional when it came to relationships and overthinking. "We were doing so good..."

"And you still are. Leah, get it together. He's not cheating. You gotta remember that his work hours are hectic. And remember that he always comes home to you right after he's done work and spends as much time as he can with you."

Leah nodded and wiped her tears. "You're right."

"You have a good man, Leah. I know it."

"Heh, you are like my own Doctor Phil."

"Hardy har har. I'm not a man and don't have a mustache."

"All right, let's drink!" Leah took a big gulp of her drink as Melanie laughed.

After a while of drinking, the girls start to feel a little tipsy. But Melanie was still able to do her own thing. Leah on the other hand just kept laughing.

"Hey look, it's Jon." Leah pointed out. Melanie saw Jon hanging out with Sam Johnston (Sami Callihan) and they were goofing around. The girls get off the counter and walk around the bar a little.

"I'll see him in a bit," Melanie nodded.

Leah sobered up after a while and prepared to leave, "I'm gonna go. Got to go to the gym tomorrow."

"All right." Melanie smiled and gave her a big hug goodbye.

"Bye, Mel Mel. Thanks for the advice. I can't wait to see my boyfriend when he comes home now." Leah waved and left the bar.

When Melanie turned around, she got her waist grabbed by someone. Turning her head back, she saw Jon grinning down at her.

"I thought you said you weren't coming to the bar." he chuckled and released her as she laughed and turned to face him. He definitely was a little intoxicated

"Girl talk."

"You and your girl talk."

"It's what chicks do for your information." she pushed him slightly as he had his hands up in defense.

"All right bombshell, do what you want. I don't want to get hit with that finisher of yours."

"Damn right."

Sami walked over to the two. "Hey, Mel."

"Sup?" she gives him a grin.

Suddenly Jon grabbed Melanie by the waist from behind and licked the side of her face slowly as she quickly closed her eyes

"Your face is tasty," he said drunkly.

"Oh my gosh! Ew!" she exclaimed, getting released by him as she wiped the side of her face. "What is wrong with you?" She laughed.

"He's been licking a lot of people lately. You'll get used to it." Sam replied, amused.

"I just hope that's the only thing he's doing with that tongue of his," she mentioned

"Wanna take shots?"

Melanie nodded. "Why not."

After 4 rounds of drinking, Melanie was wasted. Jon grabbed her by the waist to help her up. He had eaten and sobered up and watched them take shots. And seeing she was at her limit, it was time for her to go home.

"Yeah, it's time to go home. I'm gonna take her to my apartment. She won't be able to drive." Jon brought up as he said goodbye to Sam. He got a hold of Melanie's car keys and helped her out of the bar.

"I'm not drunk, I can drive. Whoa!" Melanie slurred as she fell down but Jon caught her and picked her up bridal style.

"Yeah, you're drunk all right."

He drove to his apartment with Melanie continuously laughing in the backseat. "Pickles are so yummy...so are Cheese Its. Cookies and cream! I want some cookies and cream." she slurred as he let out another laugh.

It was quite funny how she mumbled random things. This was the start of how their random word conversations would start from time to time.

Once he arrived at his apartment, he helped her inside. He knew it would take time for her to sober up, so he decided to just give her some water and let her lay on his bed. Once she got settled, he went to the living room and started to watch some TV.

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During a Pro Wrestling Talk Show, Melanie was dragged by Sami and Jon to watch Drake Younger talk and answer questions. She was highly annoyed with Moxley who began making smart-ass comments.

"Would you cut it out!?" She hissed and kicked his leg while Drake started talking about his time in Amsterdam and who he hung out with.

As Sami and Moxley continued shouting smart remarks, Drake had enough.

"If you got a problem, you can come down here. You can come down here and say something if you got a problem." Drake spoke and stood up to try to find out who was talking.

"You're a worthless champion, Drake!" Sami shouted.

"Paper champion," Moxley commented.

"Step out in front of the light," Drake shouted back as the host tried to convince Drake to not do anything reckless. As soon as they did, Drake looked surprised. "OH~ Sami! You wanna do this here? You wanna do this here?" he got provoked while Jon and Melanie walked onto the stage.

"God I am so embarrassed..." Melanie mumbled as Jon and Sami stood behind the desk. The host got out of the way, while Melanie stood in between Drake and the Switchblade Conspiracy. "Drake, I am so sorry for their actions."

"Oh no, don't apologize for them, Melanie. Don't apologize." Drake gently moved her out of his way.

"Aye! Get your hands off of her." Moxley pointed while Melanie sighed at his possessiveness.

"We are taking over this show!" Sami stated. "Sit down and answer our questions!"

Moxley answered the phone. "Hello? Okay, I'll ask him right now." He put his feet on the desk. "Drake, the people wanna know why you aren't cool anymore? Man, you used to be so cool. You used to be like one of the guys. I remember the first time I ever met you." he starts talking about the good times he had with him. "Now you're just a big star!"

"The CZW champion," Sami added

"You are the World Heavyweight Champion, and you think that you're too good for me and Sami now. But you're not. You're still just like us Drake. I taught you the figure four, you wouldn't even know that if it wasn't for me, and I still do it better than you."

"Can we not do this, here?!" Melanie shouted as Drake traded words with Sami and Moxley.

"Don't look at my eyes, Drake! I'm like Medusa! Don't look at my eyes, Drake!" Sami yelled.

"Out of respect for this show, I'm not gonna do this here. But I swear when you guys step through my house, I will slice you, from ear to ear, chico." Drake threatened them and left while Jon and Sami continued shouting at him.

"Answer this Drake! You got me booked in Germany for a hardcore match! You know I don't do that shit! Answer that Drake!" Sami screamed.

Melanie glared at her teammates while Jon shot her an innocent look. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me! This is fucked up. You dun fucked it up! And you guys decided not to unfuck it! What the hell was that?" Melanie snapped

"Chill MelBelle. This is our show now." Sami looked at the camera. "Hello, viewers. Welcome to our show now. Welcome to our show! We call this the Switchblade hour power and we will do whatever we want. Whenever!"

Jon answered the phone again. "Hello? Uh, I think he left the studio. Hold on wait can we get Drake back in?" He looked at Sami and Melanie.

"You're joking right?" Melanie scoffed

"Let me talk to him." Sami grabbed the phone.

"Drake!? Drake!? I'll be back. Let's go Mel." Jon grabbed her hand.

She swiftly took her hand back. "Whoa whoa, why do I have to go­-hey Put me down! Jon!" She proceeded to get lifted up and put over Moxley's shoulder.

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'Time Skip'

It was 2011 and Melanie had just got off the phone with Dixie Carter. She explained to her that she had caught her interest and would love for her to be a part of TNA, so she happily accepted. Melanie was in shock. It may not have been a wrestling company like WWE but TNA is still up there. She had her last match with Jon and he won from the Moxicity. After a bunch of tears and a farewell speech for the CZW crowd, she enjoyed the last night with the CZW crew with a goodbye party. 

"You're moving on up, girl." Chrissy wiped her tears.

"Ugh, no tears! You're gonna make me cry, again!" Melanie embraced her.

After saying goodbye to some other friends, Jon and Mel decide to go take a walk together, outside.

"Can't believe you're leaving."

"Hey, we'll keep in touch. I never forget those who have helped me over the years. Large or small."

Jon smiled, but he had to admit, he felt saddened that she was leaving him. "Here." He takes off his chain. "I want you to have it."

"Your chain?" She grinned and received it. "Really?"

"I want to see you with it on when you're TNA."

"Your wish is my command." She put it on. "I hope we get to wrestle in the WWE together. You're gonna make it. Trust me. We both will,"

"Thanks, Mel. You too."

"It's almost time for me to go. I hate goodbyes. Especially when you get to leave your family like this. Thank you, Jon. Seriously. These past few years with you have been super awesome. Next stop is WWE for us both."

"Hell yeah." He wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. He really did not want to let her go, but he knew how much she wanted to wrestle in WWE, and TNA would be the first step.

As she started walking away, she stopped and turned back around. "This is gonna be super selfish of me, but­..."

She stood on her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her warm lips against his cool ones, softly. Jon widened his eyes in surprise. He wasn't expecting that, but he was not complaining as he kissed her back, tilting his head to the side. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. It felt really good to kiss the girl he's been crushing on for the past few years.

As she pulled back, he already started to miss her warmth. She smiled at him. "I'll see you soon."

"Definitely." He smirked softly

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'Against All Odds'

In TNA, during Madison's match against Mickie James, Melanie ran down the ramp and tossed Madison some brass knuckles.

"Who the hell is that?!" Taz looked on from commentary

"I don't know but she seems to be buddies with Madison!" Mike Tenay yelled.

Madison hit Mickie in the face with the brass knuckles and stole the victory. Melanie celebrated with Madison as Tara recovered from getting hit by Mickie with Madison's glove.

"Finish her!" Madison ordered and Melanie connected with a hard sidekick to the face to Mickie.

In the next few weeks, Melanie had been introduced by Madison, claiming to be her new bodyguard. Week after week she would attack all of Madison's opponents for her, but then things got rocky. There was one time when she actually failed to attack Mickie and caused Madison the match. She was not happy.

"You are such a distraction! You keep making me lose every single match! You don't do your job right at all! You are worthless!" Madison exclaimed and pushed her after each sentence. Melanie had enough and kicked her in the stomach, laying her out with a kick-out DDT.

"I'm sorry, who is worthless?" Melanie mocked before getting out of the ring.

For the next few weeks, Melanie would interfere in Madison's matches.

"What are you doing here!?" She exclaimed as Melanie walked down to the ring with a smile. 

Madison was having a match with Velvet Sky and was about to win once she hit the Rayne Drop on her but turned her attention to Melanie. Melanie was wearing a similar attire to Madison's Queen Bee gimmick but it was black. Velvet then managed to roll her up for a pin to win as Melanie laughed. Madison started to freak out as Velvet gets out of the ring.

But then the next week, Madison decided to turn the tables. While Melanie was facing Tara, Madison's music cued up and Melanie turned her attention to the stage. Madison walked up with a grin and did her trademark princess wave to add insult to injury.

Melanie glared at her but then turned around to get clotheslined by Tara. Madison looked on in delight but then Jake Roberts walked down the ring.

"Uh oh, Madison better run while she can. Melanie's friend, Jake Roberts isn't going to stand and let her distract Melanie." Mike said. As Madison taunted the crowd, she turned around and ended up shrieking and ran around the ring, away from Jake.

"Who do you think you are sneaking up on me like that!? Go away! This isn't any of your business!" She exclaimed. Meanwhile, in the ring, Melanie and Tara wrestled back and forth but then Melanie gave her a kick in the face as she dropped to the mat.

"Get the heck out of here!" Melanie yelled at Madison. She walked to the ropes and looked her at ringside, in front of her. The ref had his attention on Jake, trying to make him go back to the locker room.

Madison took this advantage and grabbed Melanie by the ankles to slide her out of the ring and started unloading on her with punches.

"Madison is a hell cat," Taz exclaimed

"You think you can beat me, Melanie!? Huh!?" She screamed. As the ref tried to get Jake to leave, Jake walked around the ring and grabbed Madison off of her as the crowd cheered. He picked her up over his shoulders as Madison started freaking out from being up in the air so high since he was so tall.

"Oh no he got Madison!" Taz laughed.

"Good!" Mike chuckled.

Melanie recovered and looked at Jake. "Thank you! Don't let her leave, I'm not done with her yet." she got in the ring as Tara recovered from her kick. They wrestled some more as Jake held Madison. She tried kicking and screaming at him but he wouldn't budge.

"Let me go!" Madison screeched. Boy did she have an unpleasant screech. Melanie managed to hit Tara with her finisher called the backfire which was her trademark kick-out DDT and pinned her for the win,

After Melanie won, she motioned Jake to put Madison in the ring. After he did, she speared her and started unloading on her until Madison escaped and ran away.

"Looks like Madison's plan backfired," Mike said.

Then the next week, during Madison's match against Mickie James, The rhythm from Madison's 'Killa queen' theme comes on which caught everyone's attention, but the lyrics were different and said, 'Let's Kill The Queen' instead of 'She's a Killa Queen'

Melanie had come out with a proud smile on her face as Madison's jaw dropped in shock.

"How dare you use my music!?" She yelled. "You are going to kill me!? How dare you!"

"Kill the queen? I think Melanie is on a mission to take Madison down and take her title." Taz said on commentary.

After Mickie got the win from the distraction, Melanie got in the ring and waited for Madison to get up. When Madison turned around, she got hit with the backfire as Melanie grabbed her Knockouts championship and raised it up in the air to loud cheers from the crowd. And then dropped it on Madison's knocked-out body, staring at her with a smirk.

As the two kept bickering with mind games, they finally battled it out and Melanie won the Knockouts title from her. She held it for a couple more months before dropping it to Velvet Sky. After dropping the title, weeks later she started to become AJ Styles' biggest fan, admiring his wrestling and wanting to hang with him more.

'Backstage'

AJ was walking backstage and Melanie ran over to stop him. "Hi AJ!" She grinned.

"Hey, Melanie." AJ greeted, slightly confused.

"I just wanted to wish you luck on your match. You are just so awesome in the ring. I really admire you." She smiled brightly.

AJ chuckled, flattered at her words. "Thanks."

Then a week later, she watched AJ's match at ringside.

"What are you doing here?" AJ exclaimed

"Cheering you on!" She replied like it was the most obvious thing ever

Then after that, AJ decided to let her watch his matches. Then over the next few months, they became good friends and great tag partners as they took down whatever opponents were in their way. But that all came crashing down on the Thursday after Against All Odds in 2012. AJ was up against Robbie E for the Television Champion.

"Come on AJ!" She cheered on. But then, Daniels and Kazarian walked down the ramp. "AJ!" She got on the apron.

AJ looked confused while he was on the other apron, looking at Melanie as she tried to motion him to turn around but it was too late. The ref called for the bell when AJ was attacked by Kazarian.

"Your winner by disqualification, AJ Styles." Christy Hemme announced as Melanie went to help him. But when she tried to, AJ got up and immediately pushed her away.

"What is your problem?" She exclaimed.

"If you hadn't distracted me, I could have taken them out!" He yelled at her.

"Are you serious? You are blaming this on me?"

"You keep distracting me!"

"I was only trying to help-"

"I don't want your help! You are always in the way! I don't want you around anymore! I'm tired of this!"

"You know what? Fine! Be that way! Don't come crying back to me when you need me to help you, got it?" She bumped her shoulder against his, walking past him to leave. 

He had no right to take his anger out on her like that. She knew he was going through a lot since Kazarian abandoned Styles during their match with Samoa Joe and Magnus to be with Christopher Daniels but he needed to get it together.

After that, Melanie was called up for FCW and she immediately asked for a release. She went straight to Florida, reuniting with Jon and meeting everyone else. She had a new character and the name was Morgan Lopez. And she vowed to make Morgan Lopez an amazing homegrown name in the WWE.

Spending time in FCW with Jon was fun as they continued to spend time together as best friends and were even put into a storyline together with his character Dean Ambrose obsessing over her

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'FCW'

Morgan is backstage with Summer Rae. "Hello, Morgan." Summer Rae grinned

"Hey Summer, what's up?" Morgan smiled

"So, what do you think about Dean Ambrose? You think he's cute?"

Morgan gave her a confused look and retorted, "You're joking, right? That guy is crazy and obsessive."

"Am I now?" She heard a raspy voice behind her as she widened her eyes. Summer quickly left the scene as Ambrose sniffed Morgan's hair and put some hair behind her left ear. "You know what I like about you? Everything. You can be so pure and innocent but also feisty and determined. It drives me crazy. I think I found my mate," he smirked and walked away while Morgan looked creeped out. 

In the ring, Morgan got distracted by Dean during her match against Raquel Diaz and got pinned by a roll-up pin to lose the match. "Are you freaking kidding me!? What is wrong with you?" She exclaimed as she recovered from the pin. Dean just looked amused as he stood on the apron, watching her.

"You think this is funny?" She retorted before giving him a stinging slap in the face as the crowd 'Ohed' in response.

Ambrose slowly turned his head toward her and grinned.

"She just slapped the crazed Dean Ambrose and I think he liked it," William Regal called on commentary, bewildered.

'Next week on FCW' Morgan bumped into Ambrose backstage and glared at him. "What do you want?" She spat

"You know Morgan...when you slapped me...I have never felt so alive," he admitted, reminiscing on the slap. She looked confused as he went on, "You know, I really think Morgan Ambrose has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

She stared at him like he was crazy. Not him putting her name with his last name.

"What is wrong with you?" she shook her head

"You made me like this Morgan. I think about you every day, night, week, month, second, whatever. I just want you to acknowledge me."

"What­-you're­-you're insane!" she quickly got away from him once again

'Next Week'

Dean was lying down on a lounge chair, while James Bronson was sitting beside him. "Well, Dean...it seems that you have...an obsession with being the best in the world. And I admire that. And it also seems that you have an obsession with Mister William Regal. But I also see that you have an obsession with Morgan Lopez. Tell me your thoughts on Morgan," James said.

"Do you really have to ask? You already know. Everybody already knows. She...she completes me. Everything about her is...perfect. Her smooth skin...her beautiful smile...she's a doll. I know her better than she does. I know everything about her. She needs to understand that I'd do anything for her. Morgan belongs to me and if any man in this arena has a problem with it, I will lay them out. And the one man who Morgan seems to be around with often is..." Ambrose growled. "William Regal..."

"We're making progress here. This is good." James looked at his notes.

Later on, Morgan was backstage and couldn't help but watch Dean Ambrose cutting a promo at ringside.

"You know Morgan, I don't like to be ignored. I will find a way to get your attention. Even if it means getting your loved ones involved." Dean dropped the mic as she looked confused by his statement

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A few weeks later, backstage, a fight erupted between Bronson and Ambrose. He put Dean into a submission from behind, on the ground.

"Give up! I wanna hear you say it!" Bronson yelled. "You wanna give up!?"

All of a sudden, a few refs and FCW superstars rush to his aid and try to make Bronson break the hold.

"Stop it! What are you doing!?" Morgan yelled as she marched over to them.

"Give up you piece of shit!" Bronson yelled.

"Enough!" She yelled and Bronson let go of the hold. "That was not cool at all, who the hell do you think you are? He did nothing to you! What are you trying to prove?"

"Morgan, stay the hell out of my way. I don't have to listen to you since you're one of Maxine's assistants. Get out of here."

She glared at him while Bronson smiled smugly and walked away. She turned her attention to Ambrose. Although she didn't like him, she was hoping that he was okay. She decided to kneel down and help him.

"I got him." She stated and the refs and superstars left the scene.

'Later' Morgan was ordered to be the ref for Bronson's match and ended the match once he made his opponent tap. She scowled at him and decided not to raise his hand. When his opponent recovers, Bronson puts him in another submission hold. 

"Enough! Back off! You won the match already!" She yelled and tried to break the hold. A moment later Bronson broke it and stood up.

"What did I say about getting in my way, little girl? Stay out of my way!"

"Just leave already." She tried to step up to him. "You've won, just leave. Please."

"Leave? How about you make me. Make me Morgan! Make me leave! What are you going to do? Nothing! So shut your mouth!"

The crowd booed him but then Regal got in the ring and attacked him.

"Regal isn't going to stand for such disrespect. And now Regal is attacking Bronson and putting him in the Regal Stretch!" One of the commentators exclaimed as Morgan stepped away from the action. "And now Garret Dylan is out here." The commentator added as he attacked Regal.

Bronson and Garret gang up on him while Morgan tried to stop it. She does but then the two males turn their attention to her.

"Stop it!" She yelled but Bronson grabbed her by the hair. 

All of a sudden, Ambrose rushes into the ring and hits Garret with a lariat. Bronson threw Morgan to the mat while the impact made a loud noise which made the crowd 'Oh' in response. She held her head and crawled over to one of the bottom turnbuckles to lean on. Regal managed to put Garret in the Regal Stretch, while Ambrose put Bronson in the Regal Stretch too.

"Oh, it hurts right?! It hurts!?" Dean taunted Bronson.

"What is going on!?" The commentator exclaimed as Morgan looked on in shock. "Is this really happening!? The heck is going on?"

Ambrose and Regal look at each other and release their submissions. They stared at each other and Regal pointed at him and got out of the ring.

Morgan held her head and tried to recover and saw Dean, who was shirtless and in jeans, staring at her intently. She couldn't help but feel a little bit attracted to the crazy man. To his hair, his hairy chest, and the way he was watching her, it was clear that Ambrose really wanted her. After all the times he tried to get her attention, this one took the cake. He finally did something normal for a change and saved her from Bronson, with help from Regal. She tried to stand up but failed and Ambrose got out of the ring. He walked around the ring and decided to carry her bridal style as the crowd cheered.

Morgan reluctantly wrapped her arms around his neck but began to like the position she was in.

"Is Morgan smiling?" The commentator asked as she started to look happy while Ambrose carried her backstage.

'Next Week'

Morgan was in the mirror, primping, and caught Dean in the mirror, wearing a white shirt and jeans.

"I've been looking for you," she said and continued putting on her lip gloss. "You know, I keep replaying that incident in my head, of what happened last week. When you saved me, after all we've been through. I just want to know why. Why did you save me?" she turned around while he walked up to her.

He grabbed a piece of her brown hair and sniffed it. "Maybe it's because I couldn't take it if something bad happened to you. It was a reflex to save you. No one is going to hurt you, Morgan. No one." He declared and walked away.

Later on, Morgan watched his match against an FCW superstar at ringside and Dean hit the kickout DDT that she used, The backfire. Bored, Morgan began walking away as Dean looked surprised. "Morgan's leaving." A commentator says. "And look at the face of Ambrose. He isn't too happy about that."

Ambrose pinned his opponent for the win and didn't even wait for the ref to raise his hand. He instantly slid out of the ring and ran after her. "Morgan! Morgan! Where is she? Where is she!?" He screamed.

He started seething and ran his hands through his hair. He groaned loudly and held his heart. "She broke my heart. She broke my heart...how dare she do this? How dare she do this to me!? She took advantage of me and played with my feelings! I thought she was going to love my match and praise me but I guess I was wrong. I'm not good enough for her, aren't I? She believes I'm not good enough for her. She isn't going to get away. She is going to feel my wrath!" Dean continued. "I don't care how long I have to wait, I will make her acknowledge me! I will take my aching heart and tear it apart for her! I will even die for her! Does she not know that she completes me? Does she not know that I want her to look at me and praise me? I guess she doesn't seem to care. But don't worry..." He began to smirk. "She will. I will make sure she cares. She'll see real soon! I vow it!" He yelled at the camera and stormed off.

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During the next episode of FCW, Husky and another superstar start brawling in the ring with the ref out cold. Before this, they had a match but it quickly escalated into a brawl. "Enough! Enough, stop this!" Maxine, the FCW general manager, walked out with Morgan and William Regal. Morgan had continued to be Maxine's assistant when she wasn't doing matches on FCW. "I need some help, get some help! Now!" She saw officials and FCW Superstars running in the ring, trying to break it up. One of the superstars who ran was Dean Ambrose. "Go! Go!" She exclaimed.

Maxine decides to get on the apron when she sees the fight isn't getting separated.

"Maxine look out!" Morgan shouted but it was too late because she accidentally got bumped into Brad Maddox while she was trying to get in the ring. Maxine held her head and was down on the mat as Regal and Morgan came to her aid. "Are you okay?"

The fight went on outside as Ambrose, Maxine, Morgan, and Regal were left in the ring. Ambrose glanced at Regal and Morgan and then back at the fight while he was on the apron. He decided to attack Regal from behind.

"Dean!" Morgan yelled as Maxine crawled away from the fight. "What are you doing!?"

Ambrose started unloading on him. But then Regal gave him a hard punch in the face as Ambrose stumbled back and got out of the ring. Regal took off his jacket as Maxine and Morgan stood in the middle of the ring, between the two men who were at ringside. Maxine glanced at Ambrose and William and started to smile.

"What are you planning?" Morgan asked, knowing that smile Maxine was showing.

Maxine's FCW theme played out in the arena as Ambrose and Regal stared each other down while Morgan looked worried.

"Was this what Ambrose meant when he said he would go after one of Morgan's loved ones? Regal and Morgan have gotten close over the months of FCW." An FCW commentator says

"Please don't tell me you're going to make them have a match." She pleaded with Maxine.

"I got this handled," Maxine reassured her. Before Ambrose left to go backstage, Regal applauded him.

Afterward, Morgan rushed after Regal. "Regal, please don't tell me you are going to wrestle Dean. Maxine said she made the match. Don't do it. Please don't wrestle him. You did it once, you don't need to do it again."

Regal lifted up her chin and smiled at her. "This needs to be done, Morgan. This is going to be closure."

'Next Week' Norman Smiley, who has the FCW heavyweight championship in his hands, Maxine, and Morgan, who was still Maxine's assistant, were in the ring while Maxine talked about having an eight-man elimination tournament. "In this tournament, the participants will compete against each other, over the next couple weeks. And then the final four will compete in a fatal four-way match. And whoever wins will be the new FCW world heavyweight champion."

"Let's please bring out the participants," Maxine announced as they walked out one by one. "FCW 15 champion, Seth Rollins! Leo Kruger! Big E Langston! Leakee! Showtime Percy Watson! Damien Sandow! Dean Ambrose! And Husky Harris! Gentlemen as you know, you will be competing against each other over the next couple of weeks."

Morgan couldn't help be feel an intense gaze in her direction. 'Don't look. Don't look, Morgan. Do not look.' she tried to warn herself as she tried to continue listening to Maxine. But after a few moments, she decided to look as she locked eyes with Ambrose. 'Just my luck. Why would you look at him? Why?'

Ever since Dean attacked Regal, they have gone at it while Morgan got stuck in the middle. She is close to Regal and admires his ring work. But she doesn't want him to get hurt because Ambrose is a dangerous man. But there was a small part of her that was interested in the weird guy.

"But right now, Damien Sandow and Leakee, you will compete right now in a match. And Morgan here will be the special referee for the tournament matches for the next few weeks." Maxine declared, making Dean smirk and the crowd cheer. "The rest of you please leave the ring."

"Wait, what?" Morgan snapped her head to her. "I don't even have a shirt-"

"Taken care of," Maxine replied.

"Why me?"

"Why not? You are my assistant after all."

"But why can't a regular ref do it?"

"It's done, Morgan."

Morgan exhaled while everyone left the ring but her, Leakee, and Damien. She received a referee shirt and put it on while standing in the middle of the ring.

"Why me...?" She mumbled

During another episode of FCW, Summer and Morgan were backstage.

"You know you got a psychopath staring you down, hard, over there, right?" Summer asked, glancing at Ambrose, watching Morgan from afar.

"Don't push it..." Morgan mumbled. "This whole situation is just really weird..."

Audrey Marie walked over to them, making Morgan even more annoyed. She couldn't stand her. She was exceptionally aggravating and just wanted to smack the stupid grin off her face.

"Wow, I'm so glad I'm not you, Morgan. Because I'm the diva's champion! Yeah!" Audrey bragged and showed off the title.

Without thinking, Morgan slapped her in the face before storming off.

"Whoa!" Summer exclaimed and started to laugh while Audrey rubbed her cheek, still stunned at the assault.

"What was that for!?" Audrey yelled.

'Later'

Morgan walked backstage, trying to cool off but got stopped by Maxine.

"Why would you slap the diva's champion?" Maxine asked with an annoyed face expression

"She deserved it," the Philly wrestler shrugged

"Look, you can't just do that. You slapped the diva's champion, Morgan. You're supposed to be my assistant."

"I know that. It just happened...I'm sorry, okay?"

"Look I'm going to have to force action. You will not be in the number one contender diva battle royal tonight."

"What!? Maxine please­-"

"It's done. I'm sorry but this needs to be done-" Maxine trails off as she watched her storm off. She sighed and shook her head. "She never listens anymore..."

Later on the night, Morgan was sitting down on a chair backstage, burying her head in her hands, while the diva battle royal was going on. She was filled with mixed emotions. Anger, sadness, defeat. She had always dreamed of being the FCW Diva's champion, to prove that she should be here. But the dream was never going to happen because she decided to slap the diva's champion. From afar, Ambrose was watching her intently and walked over to her.

"Just go away, please." She mumbled but Dean sat next to her.

"You should release it," Dean responded.

"Release what?" She sat up to glance at him.

"All that frustration and anger. Show them that you should be in that battle royal." he goes on, making her more irate about the situation. She stood up and headed off to the ring. "Release it, Morgan! Release it!" He shouted.

Morgan didn't know why she went along with what he said, but she should prove to the FCW Universe and the divas that she was not a fragile diva and deserved to take a shot at the championship. As soon as she walked out, she saw AJ, Aksana, Raquel, and Naomi still wrestling in the ring while Audrey was at ringside, watching on.

"Wait a minute, why is Morgan out here? She's not in this match." Byron brought up on commentary.

"This is going to be very interesting," Regal spoke, fully intrigued at the situation.

"Oh!" Byron shouted as Morgan speared Audrey out of her chair and started unloading on her. "Morgan is going after Audrey!"

"This is what Morgan needed. She needs to show this side more often." Regal said while Morgan threw her face first to the ring post, making the crowd 'Oh!' at the impact. She slid into the ring and gave Aksana and Naomi a double clothesline and started unloading on AJ with punches.

"Hey! What the hell!?" Raquel shouted and grabbed her off of AJ but got shoved back

"Fuck off!" Morgan shouts and continued beating up AJ.

"I have never seen this side of Morgan before," Regal murmured.

"You and me both!" Byron said as Raquel grabbed Morgan off of AJ again and tried to punch her. Morgan blocked the punch and threw her into the ring post, hurting her arm. She slammed her down before throwing her, AJ, and Naomi out of the ring. Morgan turned her attention to Aksana and gave her the backfire while the crowd cheered. "Morgan just went on a meltdown!" He exclaimed while she exhaled and ran a hand through her hair.

"Indeed. Very interesting. And I think I know who triggered it." Regal said as she walked backstage

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" Maxine marched over to her. "Didn't I say not to get involved!?"

"And?" Morgan bluntly asked.

"And!? You just ruined the match! For the next few weeks, you will not be here until after the number one contender and Audrey have their match. Do you understand me!?"

"I don't care anymore. And I don't care about being your little assistant." she stepped up to her. "And if you ever yell at me again...you know what? I'll just let my actions speak for me."

"Excuse me? Do you know who you're talking to!?" Maxine shouted as Morgan left. "Unbelievable. What has gotten into this girl?"

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'Survivor Series 2012'

In 2012, heading backstage for Survivor Series, Melanie was called into Triple H's office for a meeting.

"You wanted to see me?" She sat down in front of his desk. He seemed to be in a good mood, so she had a feeling she was going to be getting good news.

"Yes, I did. I guess you're wondering why I called you here for Survivor Series."

"Very curious." She let out a chuckle.

"Consider yourself a WWE Diva, now. You've moved up from NXT." He casually announced with a big smile.

Melanie broke out in a short laugh. "Are­-are you serious?"

Paul smiled and nodded, shaking her hand. "Welcome to the main roster, Melanie. You've earned it."

"Thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity. Oh my gosh. Wow. I can't believe it. Thank you!"

"Here's your script. You start tonight. Think you can handle it?"

"Oh yeah. I'm ready." She grinned and walked out of his office with a big smile on her face. 

She finally got the job she wanted. To be a WWE Diva. After all the hard training at CZW, TNA, FCW, and NXT, she finally showed everyone she was worthy of becoming a WWE Diva. She wanted to be different from the other divas and bring more life into the diva's matches instead of it being only 2 minutes. She wanted to do stuff with the guys too, to bring a little spice of the attitude era back just like Chyna and Lita did back in the day.

She told Triple H everything she wanted to do in the future of her wrestling career when she was in NXT and now it seems like he was granting her wish, having faith in for to pull it off in the PG era of WWE.

She examined the script. It looks like she was going to be with her best pal, Celeste (Kaitlyn), and then in a storyline with The Shield, which ironically was with Jon, Colby, and Joe. The four of them were together again after the FCW days. It was going to be delightful.

A couple hours before Survivor Series started, she walked down the hallway until she felt someone jumping on her back. "April! No piggyback rides!" Melanie laughs. April (AJ Lee) jumped off and hugged her tightly.

"You're here! I can't believe you finally made it to the main roster!"

"Word travels fast, huh?" Melanie beamed and saw Celeste walking over to them.

"Melanie!" She picked her up and twirled her around.

"Still as strong as ever!" The Philly diva hugged her back before getting set down.

"Congrats on finally joining us as divas. You are gonna be awesome as hell on the main roster, now. Fans are already anticipating your debut."

"I'm so excited. Seems like I'll be managing you tonight, too."

"Yep. I'll also be your guide around here. Let's go to the locker room." Celeste and April escort her to the Diva's Locker Room. "Girls! Melanie is finally on the roster!"

"About time! Girl, I've been waiting for you." Trinity (Naomi) beamed and hugged her.

"How you been girl?" Ariane (Cameron) asked, giving her a hug too.

"I'm still in a state of shock that I'm now on the main roster, so I may pass out, but I'm feeling great." The Philly diva gleefully responded.

Sarona (Tamina) walks into the locker room with Victoria (Alicia Fox). "Are you the new diva?"

"Yeah, I'm Melanie."

Sarona smiled. "Nice to meet you. Looking forward to wrestling with you."

"Me too! Cause we're having a match together, soon." Victoria reminded her. "Don't disappoint me. Give me all you got in the ring."

"You bet! Looking forward to it." Melanie nodded

"Hey, didn't you come here a couple years ago?" Layla asked.

"I try not to remember that. But yeah, I did back in 2010 for a job offer. But I left because they didn't want me to wrestle, they wanted me as a valet and that's it. So that's when I went to TNA."

"That's insane. You're crazy." Victoria pointed out. "I would have jumped on being a manager,"

"Everyone keeps telling me that." Melanie groaned

"At least you're here now," April hugged her tightly. 

'To The Ring'

After the ref raised Eve's hand, she heads straight back to beating on Kaitlyn which caused the crowd to boo. She had already won the match, retaining the Diva's Championship against her but was still trying to cause issues.

"Okay Eve, you've done enough!" Cole exclaimed as she started stomping down on her viciously.

"It looks like she wants to make a statement tonight! Let her prove she is not the one to be messed with," JBL spoke, supporting Eve's actions.

The arena began to cheer loudly once they saw Morgan running through the crowd, jumping over the barricade.

To be honest, Melanie was not expecting such a loud reception from the crowd when she wasn't even announced she'd be here tonight but it made her heart soar as she remained focused on going after Eve and making sure she did what she had to do during her first night on the main roster.

This was her debut. Attack and leave. Even showing shades of what Chyna did to Marlena. It was so exciting to her that she was finally going to make a name for herself on the main roster.

"Look at this!" King yelled in a high voice.

"Who the hell is that!?" JBL asked in confusion

"Look who it is!" King shouted as Morgan slid into the ring.

"Is that-it is! It's Morgan! Morgan Lopez from NXT!" Cole announced happily.

"What!? Morgan!? Did you know she'd be here!?" JBL exclaimed.

She jumps right on top of Eve, making her scream as she attacks her relentlessly. Eve desperately tries to push her away but to no avail.

"It looks like Miss Lopez has seen enough! Get her Morgan!" King cheered her on

"Get off of her! Where is security!? Attacking the diva's champion!? What is wrong with her!?" JBL yelled as Kaitlyn watched on with a smile on her face, moving away from the action to lean against a turnbuckle.

Eve managed to shove Morgan away and scramble her to her feet. She tried to clothesline her but missed as Morgan countered with a beautiful spinning heel kick to the face. The champion began to stagger and drop down to her knees. Finishing her off, Morgan ran to the ropes before running towards the champion, knocking her down with a shining wizard.

"And Morgan taking out Eve!" Cole looked on as the crowd cheered while Morgan went back to getting on top of her to attack.

Security guards were quick to rush down the ring to grab a hold of Morgan, keeping her away from Eve. The Philly Diva ended up laughing, proud of what she had done as she was escorted out of the ring by a bunch of security and referees

"Yeah, that's right! Take her out of here! Take her back to NXT!" JBL yelled

"I'm getting word that she is not in NXT anymore, guys. She's on the main roster now!" Cole announced

"You have got to be kidding me! Why!? She is a danger to Eve! Did you see what she did!? She attacked a helpless champion!"

"She was saving her friend, Kaitlyn!" King countered as Eve grabbed her title and jumped over the barricade, freaked out and upset her plan failed

"Security, let her go. She's with me," Kaitlyn announced on the mic as Morgan reluctantly got released and slid back in the ring.

As soon as she got up to her feet, the two girls smiled at each other and embraced tightly.

Kaitlyn then turned her attention to Eve who was in the crowd, processing what had happened, "Eve! Where you going? Your plan backfire? You see I have a little backup of my own. Meet Morgan Lopez. WWE's new Diva on the main roster. My best friend,"

The announcement made the crowd erupt into more cheers as Kaitlyn's theme came on. Morgan waved at Eve, proud of herself with a successful attack.

"Kaitlyn's not alone, tonight! Thank goodness for Morgan," Cole looked

On Morgan's Twitter, called WWEMorgan101, she tweets:

'Ahhh I'm so happy to finally be a part of the main roster of WWE! I promise to give it all I got! #MorganIsHere

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'Monday Night Raw'

The next day, backstage, Morgan walked around with Kaitlyn and began to speak her disapproval about The Shield, "Hey, did you see what The Shield did to Ryback, last night? Completely weak of them to jump him like that. I seriously would like them to be in a singles competition instead of it always being 3 on 1."

"You sure? Be careful, The Shield are pretty scary." Kaitlyn replied in a wary tone.

"Not to me." Morgan shrugged.

"Okay. I hope that comment doesn't bite you in the ass."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

'Smackdown'

Morgan is backstage as she watched The Shield's interview with Michael Cole as they talked about Justice for CM Punk and how The Shield works for each other and not Paul Heyman or anyone else. After the promo, the titantron showed her watching backstage in disapproval as the crowd cheered.

"Really...?" She scoffed.

"You okay?" Kaitlyn stood next to her

"Did you see their little interview? I have never seen people so full of it. They think they run the place because they beat everyone up. What kind of bull crap is this?"

"Don't you know how dangerous they are?"

Morgan shook her head. "They aren't so tough. I give them a month before they start getting their asses kicked." She turned her attention back to the TV, while Kaitlyn appeared worried about her friend talking trash about The Shield.

After the segment, the camera goes back to the commentators. "Oh man, I hope Morgan knows what she's saying," Cole said with worry in his voice.

"What she just did was absolutely stupid. She just dug herself a grave. Stay in a diva's lane. Don't get involved with dangerous men, like The Shield." JBL warned, annoyed with Morgan's choice of words.

"And on Twitter, Morgan even Tweeted, 'The Shield aren't so tough. Bunch of bullies. What else is new? #NonBeliever #IDon'tBelieveInTheShield'" Cole read her updated tweet.

"Oh my God...she dun did it now..." JBL groaned.

"She's picking a fight. She better watch her back." King sighed, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Yeah. On the WWE APP, we have a poll about Morgan and The Shield. Do you think The Shield will confront Morgan about what she has said about them? Vote now and we'll show the results on Monday Night Raw." Cole announced.

'Next Monday, on Raw'

Morgan tweets 'First match! So ready to go. #It'sMorganTime!'

In the ring, Morgan came out to spin the bottle with Kaitlyn following her from behind. The two walked out to a very warm reception from the crowd which made the Philly diva smile wider. For her entrance, she had her right hand up, open in the air with her index finger and thumb sticking up a little and twirled around. She put her hand down and began walking to the ring with determination and excitement on her face. It was her first televised match on the main roster. She wanted to make a big impression on everybody.

"This is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Morgan Lopez!" Justin Roberts announced.

"Woo hoo, we get to see Morgan! And would you look at that beautiful grin? She's ready to go!" King called with excitement.

"This is Morgan's first match on Monday Night Raw and let's see how she does with Alicia Fox. Now, last week, Morgan may have said some words that she might regret. On Raw, she said 'What The Shield did to Ryback was weak.' and on Smackdown, she said 'The Shield are annoying and aren't so tough.' And on the WWE APP, we had a poll and the question was, Will The Shield confront Morgan about what she has said about them? A haunting 82 percent has said yes, while 18 percent said no." Cole informed.

"Yeah...I have a bad feeling about tonight. I hope Morgan watches her back." King murmured with worry.

"Do you really think Morgan can stand up to The Shield? They are a dangerous team." JBL retorted.

Morgan got in the ring and stood on the turnbuckle. She screamed 'Yeah!' as she raised her right hand up in the air again and the crowd got hyped. Alicia Fox glared at her while she got off the turnbuckle, unimpressed.

"You ready?" The ref asked Alicia. She nodded, keen to discourage Morgan and her dreams of staying long on the main roster. "You ready?"

"Yes," Morgan replied, nodding her head.

"Ring the bell!" The ref yelled

'Ding Ding Ding'

Morgan and Alicia circle around each other. "Here we go! Morgan's first match." Cole said. They lock up and Morgan starts kicking her multiple times before assaulting her with a spinning kick to the head as Alicia falls down on the mat, stunned.

"I think she learned a bit from Daniel Bryan." King joked as Morgan pins her, only to get a 2 count.

"You got this Morgan!" Kaitlyn cheered on.

Alicia gets up and kicks her hard in the midsection as Morgan clenches her stomach and stumbles to the turnbuckle. Alicia walks over and puts her foot on Morgan's neck, choking her for as long as she can. The ref tries to tell her to stop but then starts counting.

Alicia breaks the hold when the ref yells 4 as Morgan slides down the turnbuckle and coughs, rubbing her neck. Alicia taunts the crowd as the crowd starts to boo her. Getting up, the Philly diva waits for Alicia to turn around as she runs and spears her down.

"Wow! Look at that spear! We need a replay of that." King exclaimed

"Looks like Kaitlyn must have taught her a thing or two," Cole said as the girl cheered for Morgan and grinned. She picks Alicia up and gets her into the kick out DDT position. "And Morgan calls this move, the backfire. She got it!"

"Yes!" Kaitlyn yelled.

All of a sudden, the crowd cheers loudly and starts looking up to see The Shield, in the crowd, staring at Morgan from afar.

"What is going on­-oh my gosh, it's The Shield! The Shield is out here!" Cole yelled.

"I knew this was going to happen! I knew it!" JBL added.

Confused at the commotion, Morgan turns and looks around. After a couple seconds, she finally finds The Shield, slowly walking down the steps, through the crowd. Damn, they were that bothered by what she said? For real?

"Are you kidding me?" she mumbled to herself, failing to hide her surprised expression, widening her eyes a bit.

They picked the worst time to distract her. This was her first match and she didn't want to lose in her debut. Morgan's mind began to race as she tried her best to stay focused but as they got closer, the harder it became.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as Kaitlyn started to panic. She began backing up to the ramp once The Shield reached the barricade.

"Morgan, Kaitlyn! Get outta there!" Cole shouted. "Get out of there, Morgan!"

"Ohhhh The Shield look upset," JBL warned

"Gosh...the look on Ambrose watching Morgan like prey is alarming. She needs to get out of the ring, right now!" King exclaimed.

Rollins and Reigns had some intimidating glares on their faces, aimed at the Philly diva as she tried her best to ignore them. But what had got to her was Ambrose's demeanor. He tilted his head to the side a little, having a sick smirk on his face. The predatory gaze sent shivers down Morgan's spine and it began to freeze her in shock. The way he was staring at her was different from his teammates and she didn't like it one bit.

While this was happening Alicia managed to recover from Morgan's finisher. Seeing that all her attention was on the three men, she took advantage and rolled her up from behind for a pin.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"Here is your winner! Alicia Fox!" Justin announced as the crowd booed.

Morgan looks around in surprise. Did that just happen?

"No way! No friggin' way!" she shouted in protest.

That did NOT just happen. They did NOT just cost her the match like that over some tweets and words. The Shield smirked to themselves, satisfied with the results of the match as they watched her freak out.

"Oh, you think that's real friggin' funny, huh? Seriously? Seriously!?" Morgan screamed at them. She shook her head and stormed out of the ring with Kaitlyn quickly following her

"Morgan is not happy. I don't think she's going to live this down." King watched on.

"Is this the last we've seen of The Shield distracting Morgan? You think she got the message?" Cole asked.

"I hope so." JBL replied

Morgan tweets 'Stupid Shield interfered in my match. #WEAK!'

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'WWE Main event'

Morgan is in the ring with Kaitlyn at ringside, again, as Alicia Fox is getting in the ring.

"Morgan is here for her rematch against Alicia Fox after what happened with The Shield." Cole recapped.

"Yeah, The Shield cost Morgan her match. Her debut match. I just hope they don't do it, again." King mentioned with worry.

'Ding Ding Ding'

Alicia kicks Morgan in the midsection and slams her onto the mat. Morgan groans and holds her head before Alicia pins her for a 1 count. She continues to get the upper hand and then puts her in a headlock submission as Morgan struggles to get out of it. Kaitlyn begins banging on the mat and the crowd claps for Morgan, motivating her to get out of the submission and fight back. She starts to get the upper hand and clotheslines Alicia. Climbing up the top of the turnbuckle she waits for Alicia to get back on her feet.

"What is she doing here?" Cole questioned, anticipating her next move. Suddenly, Morgan jumps and hits a cross body on Alicia. "Oh!"

"Awesome!" Kaitlyn cheered as Morgan pinned Alicia for a two-count.

"That was impressive." King looked on while Alicia was still down, recovering. Morgan waits for her to get up. When she does, she goes to kick her but Alicia ducks and counters with a sickening kick to the face, making the Philly diva fall flat on her back. "Gosh...I think Alicia may have laid Morgan out."

Alicia pins Morgan, only to get a two-count.

"Really?" Alicia complained to the ref, getting annoyed that Morgan wouldn't stay down. They start to have a back-and-forth match but then Morgan kicks Alicia in the stomach and does the backfire and pins her to win the match.

"She did it!" King cheered as Kaitlyn ran inside to ring to hug her friend

"Here is your winner! Morgan Lopez!" Justin announced, but her celebration was cut short when The Shield was in the crowd again, putting the divas on edge. They stood on the steps, while Ambrose had a mic in his hands.

"Well well, Morgan finally wins her match. Congratulations, darling..." Dean rasped out. "You know why we came out on Monday? It's because you are an injustice. You left an opportunity in the WWE years ago and you think you can come back and try to change? How about you leave, just like you did before. You don't deserve to be here. And that is why The Shield will make sure to take care of you since we call you, the Morgan problem."

Morgan scowled at him. He had a lot of nerve. She didn't want to be a manager when she was offered a contract in WWE years ago. Now that she is here, she gets to be the wrestler she always dreamed of being. If they think that's an injustice, so be it. But it was also clear they seemed bothered by what she said and on social media.

"Morgan problem? Morgan problem?" she retorted as Kaitlyn held her back. "I'll show you a friggin' problem! You really messed with the wrong one!"

Dean looked amused at her yelling and left with his teammates.

"She brought this on herself, she should have kept her mouth shut." JBL criticized her actions.

"Yeah but the WWE Universe has been waiting for someone to really step up to The Shield. Do you think Morgan has what it takes?" King asked.

"Has what it takes? She's a Diva. A woman. What can a woman do to The Shield?"

"Looks like we'll have to find out," Cole said before the commercial break.

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