#'it's a match!' at like three am and you both have NO clue how to start that convo

[kindestegg]

Putting together a timeline for the Collector's backstory

Hi!! For the Future just happened!! It was insane!! Anyway as a Collector superfan, fantasy worldbuilding fanatic, and also Collector's actual chosen dad (real, not fake, he revealed this to me in a dream /j), I decided to try and interpret the crumbs we got both from direct and indirect clues in the new episode, as well as tying back to earlier episodes.

I want to start first with the paintings on the Archive halls, which seem to tell a story. I chose to interpret them, from the first shot we see them in, as chronological from left to right, as that usually tends to be how one would read things (at least in the west, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about manga and all that, but I don't think the crew was following manga rules).

Here is a picture of the hallway I am using for reference. This specific shot seems to only have unique paintings aligning (there is an animation quirk that happens later on that makes it not so but I will get to this later), which is why I have elected to extract the timeline from this. Another reason is that, as we will see, the first three pictures definitely seem to fit in a neat chronological order, which would make it hard to doubt the placement of these paintings as being chronological here.

The first seems to depict our Collector, as the smaller one of his species, and three, bigger collectors. For convenience's sake I am in fact choosing to interpret these paintings as being things that happened to him and part of his memories. It makes sense: there is an emphasis on this smaller figure several times throughout the paintings and I cannot think why Collector would put random pictures of some other child collector's life, as well as we have to imagine the crew wanted to tell a story with these, otherwise they would be as random as the sun and moon paintings on the other side of the hall.

So it seems in this first picture, the bigger collectors, perhaps his family, are observing a planet, maybe even the planet the world of the Demon Realm is on.

Here is where I take a detour to add excerpts from the book Collector had King read to him (I should eventually make an analysis post on why Collector wanted this read to him, but all in its due time):

As the book states, collectors, by nature, observe things and then collect them by keeping them in stasis.

Going back to the painting, all indicates that this would show these particular collectors, likely the family of our younger Collector, were interested in the planet the Boiling Isles is on, and this painting depicts the first stage of their plan, observing this planet.

As a quick aside, I would like to say it is likely collectors do know what families are, and they may even form familial bonds and hierarchies. One such nod to this is of course Collector calling Odalia "Mamadalia", but also, this:

It is barely visible, but in a few quick shots you can see the next page of the book. Not only does it seem to use the words "interdimensional" and "dimension(s)", likely referring to the nature of collectors themselves or their residence, but it also uses the word "Family".

So, to recap, three adult collectors, likely our Collector's family, had their sights set on the planet the Boiling Isles is on.

And one of their first contacts was the Titan Trappers.

We now know that despite the resemblance to titans at first glance, titan trappers only wear their skulls and pelts to look like them, making the hunt easier, as well as to, I imagine, indicate pride in their spoils. The indication we have this is not a titan is primarily the spear utilized here, the fact the fur does not match the rest of the body, and the yellow glowing eyes.

I will discuss this further down through showing evidence with the other paintings, but there seems to be a recurring theme in the paintings that depicts the trappers and collectors as always having yellow eyes, whereas the titans are depicted with red eyes.

As Lilith explains further on, books found in the archive detail that a titan's power can actually cancel out the collectors' powers.

She also goes on to say that this why Collector's predecessors (her words not mine) wiped out all the titans.

If such is the case, then that explains why they chose to ally themselves with the trappers. It's likely they needed an intermediator, otherwise they would have not been able to fight the titans full on. In exchange, they likely shared whatever arcane knowledge they could to help in the fights, powering up the trappers.

This would line up perfectly with the trappers' worship of their Grand Huntsman, who as we all know, derives from the Collector and his entire species in aesthetic and looks.

As for why they did not want to risk peaceful contact with the titans besides the reason of their powers being able to be canceled out by titans, there is also the crossed out passage in the book:

Though our Collector declares he tried to "fix" it, we can still clearly see what was originally written, implying that any creature who attempts to stop their work shall meet a deadly end, and maybe even the entire planet will have all of its life wiped out.

So it is likely the titans were not fond of the collectors attempting to collect things in their planet, and fought back, causing the collectors to learn firsthand of their weakness to a titan's power, and to then ally themselves with the trappers.

Which, leads again, to the second painting, depicting two collectors in front of a trapper. The taller one, which I assume is part of our Collector's family, is trying on a skull.

By their side, I will assume is our Collector, due to the smaller stature, and something curious about the body language placed here for him seems to indicate he is examining the skull before putting it on. This could indicate he had an interest on the titans from early on. This will be important later.

As a quick addendum before we move on, I have come to conclude it's highly likely collectors have the ability to change size. In the first painting, the three adults are larger than the entire planet, with our Collector being only a bit smaller than the planet itself. However, in this second painting, the adult is not even as tall as the trapper depicted here, which, if we assume trappers are common witches and demons simply adorned with pelts and skulls just like the modern ones, were not as giant. Similarly, Collector is also way smaller, hence the theory that they change size.

We have seen our Collector possibly changing sizes in canon as well, both in the Owl Beast dream as their hooded figure form seemed massive, and then when they have just broken out of their prison. It's possible collectors scale down their massive size to fit whatever planet they are on.

Next is the third painting, which depicts a familiar scene...

Indeed, this seems to be an almost one to one recreation of the mural we see in Echoes of the Past inside King's castle. We even receive some extra content to it: We now know the titan depicted here had wing like structures on their arms, as well as was protecting an egg, and was accompanied by a smaller, likely juvenile titan.

Notice also how they both have red eyes, but the trapper has yellow eyes.

This all but confirms that the mural is depicting a trapper smithing a titan (whether it is our Titan we do not know for sure), and that the collectors had a hand in this.

Moving on, we have this painting:

Again, going out of the assumption the smaller figure is our Collector, he seems to be approached by four other adult collectors. These collectors however, are slightly different than three he was earlier with: first of all there are four of them, they have no split faces, and their hats are adorned with celestial bodies on their tips. For the sake of convenience I will refer to these as "The Elders", as their difference from our Collector's supposed family, as well as possible authority denoted by their hats, makes me think they are older and more powerful than our Collector's family.

Anyway, The Elders appear to be satisfied with our Collector, one even extending an open palm to them in a friendly gesture. I confess my interpretation of this is more speculative than the other paintings, simply because of the vagueness of it and how it does not seem to tie well into any other pictures or current lore we have.

But my current understanding is that, since one of The Elders is making such a gesture at Collector, they are maybe giving something to them, offering an opportunity. Their authority would certainly denote power above even Collector and his family, so they would likely be able to call the shots in their hierarchy.

Due to this, and considering the next paintings, I have elected to interpret this as The Elders entrusting Collector full control of watching over and collecting things from the planet he and his family had their eyes on. If this happens chronologically after the deal with the trappers as well, this could indicate the Elders have deemed it safe for our Collector to take over.

It also would explain why he calls himself The Collector, he's the designated collector for that planet, the caretaker of this planet and the one meant to observe and collect from it.

Which makes this next painting all the more interesting.

Collector, is surrounded by what seems to be four baby titans. They have their arms up, reaching for him, running to him. Playing. His expression also indicates happiness, eyes wide, hands on his chin, a little smile.

Recall for a moment that in the painting depicting the first contact with the trappers, our Collector had stopped to examine the titan skull. He was interested in them, he wanted to play.

This would align with Collector's "fixing" of the book, going to the lengths of desecrating what is likely an ancient book that dictates/documents the entire culture of his species to ensure his message of playing and friendship is more important.

If we take this painting and the book addition in conjunction, we can come to the conclusion Collector, once left alone, went out of his way to befriend and play with whatever titan babies were left out there. He was likely happy with this, as nothing about this picture indicates a struggle. And once again, these are definitely titan babies due to their eyes being red.

One may be concerned considering the fact the stars here could indicate they are in space, but there are a few counter arguments to this: Collector does not seem to imagine someone could suffocate in space as he suggests people on the moon could just hold their breaths, so this contradicts the idea he would have had experience with this.

The baby titans also seem to have playful body language rather than showing any anguish. And furthermore, when discussing the painting with my boyfriend he pointed out the blue waves could be an abstraction of the shoreline, indicating they were playing on the beach. In short, it is just the simplest explanation this depicts a peaceful scene rather than one with the babies suffocating, as it would not align with the rest of the story here.

There is also the matter of Collector straight up denouncing "the others", which we can only assume refers to the other collectors. It's no wonder he would feel that way, since they were the reason for his new friends' families being all but wiped out, and were less interested in playing with the creatures they observed and rather only preserving them.

Which only makes the present of the Isles and the state of titans and collectors all the more worrying, as well as concerns us with a last, pretty elusive painting...

This is what I meant by animation quirk: Getting a picture of this painting was so hard because it's the very last one in the timeline line up I showed you in that first screenshot, but when the camera zooms in on King and he runs up to get Hooty and we SHOULD get a proper look at it...

... It's pushed back again and the last two paintings get repeated. Which makes me think this is either an animation error, or they REALLY want to make it hard for us to get it.

BUT! After a bunch of rewatches and looking at some slowed down clips again, I was finally able to find the ONE place it repeated, on the scene where Belos!Raine is walking down the halls ominously.

And it is quite the revelation.

This depicts three adult collectors, likely our Collector's parents, staring down menacingly at a titan... perhaps THE Titan this time? It's worth noting this is not the same titan depicted in the painting with the trapper hunting down one that was protecting their egg, as that one had smaller wings and a skull that covered their entire jaw, whereas this one's skull only goes to the muzzle, just like King's does.

Something interesting is that this titan is accompanied either by other very weird looking titans, or these are other creatures that inhabited the Boiling Isles at the time and were also casualties in the collectors' path.

There is also fire surrounding this picture, which makes me think again of the "clear the earth, scorch the air" verse. It's also odd these collectors are approaching the titan(s) despite the fact titan magic could easily push them back, so it could be that they are betting it all on this and going on to cause massive destruction. But the titan seems to be holding up a hand as if gesturing for them to stop, or wait... they're not fighting back like with the trappers. Why?

Well, if this takes place after the painting with Collector playing the baby titans, it's possible these titans had become accustomed to our Collector and did not expect such an attack. It's likely they may have at first understood that this Collector was a child, one that was more interested in playing and befriending them rather than hurting anyone, and cautiously took them in.

Now, whether it was a misunderstanding with Collector's family thinking they were in danger or they were angered by their refusal to hurt titans... we know how the story ends. The titans were all wiped out, safe for King's egg, and Collector was sealed away by King's dad, likely one of the last things he'd ever do.

Overall I think our Collector's backstory is both horrifying and sad. Horrifying because of what his species is capable of, but also sad because despite his efforts to make peace with the titans, it couldn't save them and cost him his freedom. It's no wonder he was so happy to see a titan again, and latched onto King: this is like his second chance.

[accio-victuuri]

February CPNs

hello! it’s that time of the month again that i compile the sweets brought to us by the boys! this month started out very quiet but in this fandom will mean that things will take a turn in the next week/s. you just never know what will happen next. i have added some commentary here on certain incidents that i didn’t talk about separately on my blog to have “bonus content” for this round-up.

• XZ’s GQ cover and collaboration sweets + additional ones connected to fake rumor

• not really cpn, but our boys continue to make it in the weibo hot search trend report - i still hate sina weibo but i understand how it’s relevant for them.

• XZ’s wedding suit from the AV festival. yes, this was made for him but we just had him wear that white backless wedding suit by jacquemus for GQ and now this? hmmmm. me thinks he has a preference? lol. he prefers white and that’s fine, but the choice of what looks like a wedding suit is 👀. i am on standby, let me see if this continues.

pair it off with WYB! and it’s perfect. tho i would prefer it if they are both in white. 🤍

• xzs has the same caption as a cpf

• yibo’s watch and gg’s GQ props connection the number 91 and 3.

• chinese new year candies - gg’s weibo post, wyb’s red envelope cover clues etc

• rufeng shares new thailand fm rehearsal footage

• tencent video posting their new year vcr so close together! they could have easily posted it one after the other but maybe they didn’t want some solo fan drama. i’m happy that bobo continues to collab with 10c, and ZZ is not exclusive to 10c anymore— so hopefully this means in the future they can work on a project together <3

• clowning over XZ’s song in spring festival gala as you wish + same composer as wyb’s singles and how wyb was listening to a song from this artist lately.

• this parallel between their looks. it’s not just their characters that match each other, but their outfits from certain events. so classy!

but i think this one is the best. seeing them get recognition for their acting in the past few months has been very rewarding. all the hard work and challenges are bearing fruit. remembering them talking about wanting to become professional actors and really take that path — studying and dreaming together. now here we are 🫶🏼

• a cute tidbit, but the cat xz is playing with is called xiao wang. that’s because on it’s back looks like the character for wang! what a coincidence!!!! 🥹

• Bottled Joy stirring the CPN pot again by posting this on 2/13. As You Wish. The context of the post is that, as you wish — fans can get these wallpapers and photos of Bobo. but it’s a coincidence cause it’s the english title of the song GG sang @ BRTV Spring Festival Gala. 👀 the colors too, white and silver which is the same color combination of GG’s outfit. This may be meh to some, but knowing Bottled Joy’s cpn history, you can’t blame us.

• Golden Hour and Eason Chan songs @ yibo’s playlist

• Small weekend roundup - includes mention of asian pop magazines where the boys are both mentioned, supplement to xz using tickets for his spring festival photos last year as support of bobo’s movie and the phone card case appears.

• Rumor of Wang Yibo being in Hengdian - one / two / three ( i feel like this one is up there with the leica camera and gg’s bday cpn but this one is more risky on their part. as i have said in my posts, what is important is they are safe and happy. it’s their personal life. their relationship is between the two of them. as cpfs, we should be protecting them and not be people they are wary of. if we are not careful, we are no different from ss and yxh. )

• On 2/20, Yuehua & YBO have posted about the slander recently going around related to WYB and that they have reported it to the police. This went really high on HS and was widely talked about, even Du Hua reposted and reacted to it. Hours later, XZS has posted their own reminder to fans in relation to people disturbing his drama filming. What made it more important is that XZ reposted it too and put in a very firm reminder to everyone.

to give some context, the horrible rumor regarding WYB was spread around by mostly XZ fans. There was a melon that said “X” has STD and then toxic people started saying it’s WYB ( cause toxic xz fans doesn’t want it linked to XZ because of the clue given so they throw it to WYB. i know it sounds stupid, but it’s actually a common tactic done by both sides ) and even fabricated some photos. another actor, xukai was also implicated and he also reported to the police.

so this can be read by so/os as XZ&XZS trying to cover up for the toxic solos and what they did. i get why other people will think that and i personally wanted them to address the bad things his solos do. however i also understand why xz and his team can’t “betray” the solo fans. that’s just how it goes. however, in cpf interpretation, this is XZ’s way of taking away the heat from wyb and a way of putting a stop to the conversations about that horrible lie. it worked in a way that it went on HS, but not as high as WYB’s. I was also surprised that XZ reposted it himself. i am aware that the leaks and everything else is a serious issue and XZ is someone who hates being a bother to the crew. but he usually doesn’t do this. he usually leaves it to XZS or the drama account. This tells me that he personally wants to lend his name and his weibo account, to get more of the heat. The last line he said can also be a message to his toxic so/os: respect others and respect yourself.

• On 2/20, there were tarot readings some BXGs have enjoyed. One is this that is a new year CP reading done on 2/4. What made fans 👀 are:

1. this card, where OP said it’s them being hand in hand and don’t get tired of each other. and in the background is a sacred building, which symbolizes them having a vow to each other.

more cpn was added into it when GG did MFW and people realized not to take this literally cause it could be representing the Duomo.

2. Here is the part that was v interesting to cpfs cause this person gave a prediction that followed what we cpn and happened in the next couple of days.

The two of them haven’t had many official activities recently. So from February 4th, there is a chance for the two of them to meet each other in the past few days. And as soon as the two of them meet, they won’t be going out. Yibo knows he is active but he will close up and be willing to hide at home for XZ.

this is so close to what we speculated! that they spent a quiet cny break together. 🥹🥹🥹

3. Next one is so on point it’s scary cause i have already discussed the bad rumor going around and was directed at WYB before this entry. OP was sort of right. tho i don’t know it this will be another hateful rumor, i hope not.

My prediction is that it will be in March 2024, around this time, I feel that WYB will have a a force of public opinion surrounding him. It's unfriendly to him. This power of public opinion including but not limited to WYB. If we use the 8 of Swords to understand the external environment, it is a relatively sharp. There is some public opinion about the two of them that may cause some trouble

If something happens to WYB, XZ will immediately rise up and have to rush out to protect him. XZ will work hard behind the scenes silently in his own way and are some practical actions.

I don’t think i need to further explain. It fits what happened in 2/20. 👁️👄👁️

4. WYB’s resources for 2024 will be very good. In the first quarter, the number of resources was not very large but the quality of the resources is very good. Then the Queen of Pentacles in the third quarter. In the fourth quarter, the Queen of Cups.

For context: The Queen of Pentacles, therefore, depicts a certain level of success and prosperity. But the rabbit at the bottom cautions us that we should be careful of where we leap when we are chasing that success. Queen of Cups - Generally speaking, this is a positive card for both career and finances, suggesting you're "in tune with yourself, have a good work-life balance going on, and overall a positive job experience.

The reading is close to 1 hour long and I just can’t translate it all so i’m going off what CPFs are highlighting.

• XZ’s pre Milan flight Gucci & camcorder cpn

• Fake Rumors : getting caught kissing / spending time during CNY

• XZS first post in Milan is the invitation given to XZ by Tod’s for the show. Those who had the same time as Milan saw the actual time stamp which is 1823. A beloved kadian number!!!!!

• xz’s collar and whole look for GUCCI MFW gave us so many thoughts. lol. i know sexualization of the boys is a complicated issue in the fandom but when things like this happen — how can we stop? lol. no. but seriously. it is what it is.

• checking their fingernails + similar pose to HB

• a comment that implies xz went to zhuhai with wyb to ride a motorcycle

• their photos match so well. 🌅

from zz’s post in milan. it’s filled with the elements they love like the moon and a beautiful sunset background. gg was also showing off his re web shoes which is of course, because he is a gucci ambassador and all that but the “web” cpn is getting stronger. however, i am personally losing my mind over the implications in the caption he used.

• clues in zz’s mfw interviews, matching talismans on their phone cases and similar ads for shu uemura & loreal

• 8 fake rumors from CQL shoot/era that i posted about 📝

• A place CPFs landmark lol

• spotted same mannerism! twins ☺️☺️☺️☺️

see you all next month for another round up of sweetness! just continue to support the boys and ignore the toxic moves of irrelevant people. fandom is supposed to be fun and a safe space so i hope we all fight to keep that love & peace here 🫶🏼

[zeezelweazel]

Lottie Matthews| On the field|

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This is the first time I do a fic for s single character please bear with me

Also is it too obvious that I'm obsessed with Lottie?

Also I'm sorry in advance if this is confusing to people who don't know much about football I don't know how else to explain the positions since I've always been a football gal. But I am a European so like I have no clue how nationals work

Summary: You and your team have made it to nationals and you promised yourself that nothing will distract you from winning. Little did you know the enemy team's CB is going to steal your heart like she steals the ball from your feet.

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You are nervous about this game, I mean of course, you are at motherfucking nationals. You are not going to let anything get in your way. You are ready to give it your all and as your team's top striker everyone depends on you to seal the deal.

It's already been 30 minutes since the game started and even though the score is set at zero for both teams you're quite confident you can win this. Wiskayok High School, the team you were going against, was good alright but you were better. It is quite obvious that their striker was getting frustrated by your defenders blocking her each and every time she tries anything and their desperation becomes more obvious as their midfielders try to push more and more, without producing any results.

Their defense on the other hand is having trouble controlling the ball and keeping you at bay to the point where one of their midfielders, number 6, has to stay behind for extra help.

All was going well until the second half started and the Yellowjackets started of with a switchover. You tried to suppress a grin when you saw their coach bring in a fresh player in their backline just in hopes of stopping you. Suppressing your grin though became a lot harder when you took a look at the girl running across the field, heading straight to you to claim the central-back position.

Her hair is dark and curly tied in two pigtails with small yellow bows. Her eyes are a soft chocolate colour that perfectly matches her soft face. She's tall, like really tall, and her sun kissed skin seems to shine in the sunlight. When your eyes go back up to her face, after you took a good look at her from head to toe, you notice her staring right back at you.

Fuck, she caught me staring.

You are about to look away in embarrassment when you notice a faint blush in her cheeks. Well maybe you weren't the only one staring.

The sound of loud cheering brings you back to the game. You look at the score board and sure enough the score was now 0-1. You let out a sigh honestly disappointed by how you're losing when everything was going fine three seconds ago. As you're moving to get in position for the kickoff you can't help but look back at the stunning CB and to your surprise she's not just looking at you, she's full on smirking.

Oh game on Yellowjackets.

During the next 15 minutes you relentlessly attacked working perfectly with your midfielders to put pressure on the enemy defense. There were so many good opportunities for you to score but all of them were cut short thanks to their number 5.

It's like you and this gorgeous girl silently created a 1v1 and after one point it honestly felt like it was only you and her on the field.

The match is nearing it's end with the clock ticking at 80 minutes and that's when you see the goal coming in the form of a crossover pass that lands right in front of you and after dribbling your way out of their defense, it's only you and their goalkeeper and you swear you see the the crowd already cheering as you lift your leg ready to shoot...

And then suddenly the world is upside down and you hit your head really hard on the turf and you're honestly so ready to get up and start yelling at the idiot that did this.

When you open your eyes you're met with wide and apologetic brown ones and you don't register anything else going on for what feels like years until you try to get up but you're unable to.

You both look down at the same time just to see her strong thick thighs frame your hips and her hands clutching the front of your jersey. Now it's your turn to smirk as she blushes and stumbles to get up on her feet. She extends her arm to help you up but you don't waste the opportunity and tug her down so she's face to face with you.

"Let me buy you a milkshake after we win." You whisper in her ear before walking in your position to execute the foul she just granted you, leaving her dumbfounded.

After you hear the whistle all it takes is a good kick and three seconds before the crowd goes wild and you're surrounded by your teammates. You can't deny how your eyes skipped over all the disappointed faces of your opponents before locking in with soft brown ones. This time you don't try to suppress your grin when you see a soft smile on her face.

The last few minutes of the game were torturous as both teams tried incredibly hard to out do one another. But, no matter the effort of your dear number 5, the enemy defense was just not strong enough to stop you from scoring again just a few minutes before the end of the game and getting the win for your team.

After the final whistle, you go around the field shacking hands with your opponents and feeling sorry for them after seeing their hurt and disappointed expressions.

"Hey, good game miss Messi."

You turn around, startled by the unfamiliar voice only to find your favourite defender staring back at you with a soft loopy smile.

"You too um...?"

She looked at you confused for e few seconds before she registered the silent question.

"Lottie. How about you?"

"It's Y/N"

You two simply smile at eachother for e few seconds before the moment gets ruined by exaggerated sounds of kissing. When look to the side you spot their goalkeeper, who is still making those sounds while wiggling her eyebrows, alongside their midfielders, numbers 7 and 8, who are trying and failing to fight back their laugh.

"Oh my god." Lottie mumbled quietly beside you as she put her head on her hands in defeat and embarrassment. You only giggle and grab her hand, leading her towards the locker rooms.

"Come on, we still have that date to go to."

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[fanficwriter101]

Redemption

Pairings: Jey Uso x Reader

Note: I am not new to writing. I have been posting stories on other sites, but this is the first time I’ve posted on here, please don’t judge me too hard. I am still getting used to this place. 😅😅

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“Hey, (Name)” You hear Dom say as he approaches. You were backstage watching Jey’s match against Drew McIntyre. “Hey, Dom” Your eyes never leaving the tv screen as you responded. You knew Dominik feels compelled about being here with you because of the tension going on between you and the Judgement days recently, but that didn’t stop him from checking up on you.

“I just want to know how you’ve been doing, after…You know…” You pressed your lips together and nodded in response as he awkwardly trailed off. You let out a quick sigh before speaking, “I’m fine, thank you”

“You know the guys? They still care about you…I still do-“ He trailed off again. Talking to Dom again after everything feels like it never happened. He sure knows how to make a person feel good, even though technically he should be upset, too.

“Hey, Dom!” You and Dominik turned your heads to follow the direction the voice was coming from, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belonged to. Finn Balor and Damien Priest were on their way over to you and Dom as you felt your stomach drop. Although you can imagine what Dominik is feeling after being caught talking to you.

“What are you doing, man? We have to head out there and help Jey Uso in 5 minutes” Finn says. You didn’t look at either of them as Damien stared you down. “Unless (Name) would like to join us instead, it really doesn’t matter to me” You quickly look over at Damien, a little taken back by his suggestion.

“I mean, it would be a good thing for her. She needs to redeem herself after all” Damien shrugged his shoulders as he said. Finn and Dominik both turned their attention towards you, looking for some kind of agreement. You looked away in discomfort. It was hella awkward to say the least, but they aren’t wrong. You weren’t even faithful to them. After Jey Uso left the Bloodline, you wanted to follow in his footsteps and leave the Judgement day, too. That explains why they’ve been in a losing streak lately, all because you were out canoodling with Jey Uso. But here they are, trying to recruit the very man you’ve been trying to run away with.

What makes this so complicated, is the fact that nobody in the Raw brand likes Jey, so he could very well join the Judgement day because of it. But then where would that leave you? You’ve set your mind on leaving the group, but if Jey joins, what was the point of all that talk about wanting to leave the stable? You might as well go out there and redeem yourself right now.

You couldn’t help but to drop your head in disappointment because you don’t have a damn clue on what to do anymore.

“Come on guys, let’s go. We need to head out there” Finn stated, breaking you out of your own thoughts. Damien nodded his head preparing to leave, but Dominik was a little hesitant. He looked back at you wondering what you were planning to do.

“Come on Dom” Damien stopped in his tracks to tap Dominik on the shoulder. “(Name) please consider it” He told her. You look back at him confused as he continued. “About redeeming yourself. Then this will all be over” He gave you a little smile in hopes it convinces you, before walking away. Damien looked back at you for a moment before he too, stepped away.

Now you were alone, lost in your own thoughts again. Until you heard the commentators talking about Jey Uso, which brought your attention back to the tv screen. Drew wasn’t playing around, he was throwing Jey around like some ragged doll which ultimately causes you to stress. However, that stress didn’t last too long after seeing the Judgement day making their way out into the ring.

The three men surrounded Jey, probably trying to convince him to join their stable again with a mix of their support thrown around here and there. You watched on as you noticed Dominik creating a distraction for Jey to get the upper hand. Even though you weren’t sure what was being said in that ring, your heart still sank. Jey wasn’t doing anything to convince you otherwise, he let them do their thing as if the Judgement day has successfully tamed him.

You found yourself looking away, seeing as you couldn’t handle it anymore. The man you have admired and fallen in love with, is now joining the stable you desperately wanted out of.

“Jey…why-“ You were suddenly cut off when you hear a loud pop from the fans, making you turn your attention back to the screen where you witnessed Jey super kicking Finn, Damien and Dominik in the face. You were so shocked you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“Jey…” A smile creeped up on you without realizing, but it also disappeared just as quick when Drew suddenly kicked Jey in the face, ultimately claiming his win in the process. It was a bad match for Jey, but nothing could compare to what is about to happen to him right now.

The Judgement Day all slid into the ring just as Drew slid out from there, making you panic. Is Drew not going to help? What is going on? You didn’t even think about it too much, you just ran off.

At this point, Jey was getting beat up by three members of the Judgement Day, and there was no sign of reinforcements on Jey’s behalf. Drew was walking down the ramp looking back here and there, but made no effort to intervene.

When your music finally hit, you ran down the ramp with a steel chair in your hand. You passed by Drew, giving him a quick look before focusing your attention back towards the ring where you ended up sliding into. Finn and Dominik were very pleased to see you, as they showcased this through the big smile on their faces, whereas Damien appeared neutral and then there was Jey, who stood there staring at you helplessly.

“Good, you brought a chair” Finn walked over to you and patted your back. “I knew you’d come around, (Name)” Dominik added, he was holding Jey from behind, locking him in place.

Even though Finn and Dominik seemed to be happy, Damien doesn’t seem to feel the same way. “Hold on, guys” He began. You looked over at him as he motioned you to come over. You oblige and slowly made your way past Finn. “I still don’t trust you” He then pointed at Jey. “Hit him with the chair to prove yourself to me”

Jey was staring hard at you. Not that he was scared of being hit by the chair, but being hit by you? Betrayal cuts deeper than any steel chair to the ribs, well, maybe the chair would hurt a little more but the betrayal still definitely hurt.

You turned your head sideways, locking eyes with his gorgeous ones. He was frowning at you at this point, as you prepared yourself to strike.

“What are you waiting for? Do it!” Damien cried.

You ignored his outburst as your eyes lingered off into the lights of the arena, only to look back at Damien before hitting him in the rib with the chair. This prompted a loud pop from the crowd as Damien fell to his knees clutching his body in pain.

Finn ran right over, took your chair away and started scolding you. You didn’t want to hear any of it and swung your hand, slapping him across the face in the process. Earning more cheers from the crowd. Both Dom and Jey watched on in complete shock. He eventually lets go of Jey to confront you but you grabbed his arm and stared straight into his eyes. You opened your mouth and apologized to him before spiraling around, forcing him into an arm bar.

Jey eventually ran over to the both of you to pull you away, while Finn and Damien pulled Dom out of the ring before staring down at you. Damien was making that thumb down sign across his neck, indicating that you were cut from Judgement Day. You merely shrug your shoulder and wave to them goodbye, although it was a little hard to look at Dom, he was one of your bestest friends. But you did what you had to do for your own happiness.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even notice Jey staring at you and calling out your name.

“(Name)?”

You eventually snapped out of it and looked at him. “You aight?” You nodded in response before kissing him, surprising him in the process. But he quickly wrapped his arms around you and kissed back. When you pulled away, he noticed tears in your eyes and questioned you about it.

You lift your arm to move his hand from wiping your tears “I’m fine. I’m just happy you didn’t end up joining them”

Jey gave you a funny look. “Now why would I do that? We had plans to have you drop them so we can be together, remember?”

At this point tears were coming like crazy and you pulled him in for a hug. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that”

“Nah, I’m happy you found the courage to walk away when you had the chance, baby”

[shigayokagayama]

teru week day seven: birthday

Teru wished he could say he had totally forgotten it was his birthday. He wished he could have gone about his morning as normal, nonchalantly checked the date, and realized oh! He was fifteen years old today!

Instead he lay in bed, sleepless, watching the sunrise through his blinds, shivering, waiting for his phone to go off.

He had told himself last night he had to get to bed early. If they called while he was asleep they called while he was asleep, he could just call back in the morning, no big deal. Nevermind that they always seemed to be too busy to pick up the phone. Nevermind that their voicemail inbox had been full for six months.

He heard his phone buzz and sat up in bed, staring at the light illuminating his nightstand. He waited until the light dimmed before he worked up the courage to reach for it.

“Hey! Wanted to know if you’d be available to swing by the office later today, just got a big assignment and could REALLY use the help. Thank you!”

Oh. It was just Reigen.

“Sure! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ TERU✧ﾟ･:*”

Teru decided to officially give up on trying to fall asleep. It was, what, 5:30 am? Perfect time to wake up on a saturday.

As he absentmindedly flipped between TV channels he heard his phone buzz again. Reigen again?

“Happy birthday Hanazawa-kun :) Do you want to hang out today?”

Teru smiled. It was pretty rare for Kageyama to text him first. He was good enough at keeping conversations going, but initiating them seemed to be a struggle for both of them.

“You remembered?”

“Yeah! We’re almost exactly a month apart haha :)”

“☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ I have to go to Reigen-san’s around 16:00 but before then I’m free (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ TERU✧ﾟ･:*”

“I just got up but meet downtown around 9?”

“╰(*°▽°*)╯ Sounds good! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ TERU✧ﾟ･:*”

“Okay! :) See you then!”

–

Teru scanned the area as he walked through the crowded streets of downtown Seasoning City. The area seemed safe enough at a glance, but he could never be too careful. The man in a blue hoodie had been walking the same path as him for a couple blocks now, maybe it was time to quicken his pace. The man didn’t speed up to match him so Teru let his shoulders relax a bit. Oh, there was Kageyama, about three blocks away. He hurried forward, careful not to lose focus on his surroundings.

“Kageyama-kun!” he called with a wave as soon as he was on the same block. Kageyama looked at him with a start and waved back.

“Oh, hi Hanazawa-kun!” he said with a slight smile. “It’s been a bit, huh? How’ve you been?”

“Ah, I’m alright,” Teru said. Should he talk about his recovery post confession-incident or would that make things weird? “School’s been alright, and my friends from the Awakening Lab have been keeping me busy outside that. How about you?”

“Ah, I’ve been so busy with school and my clubs that I haven’t really had time for anything else,” he said, “I actually haven’t really gotten to see Reigen-shishou at all since. Uh.”

He looked away uncomfortably for a moment. Teru reached out and put a hand on his shoulder with a reassuring smile. Kageyama looked back and smiled weakly.

“So! What’s the plan?” Teru asked.

“Boba?” Kageyama suggested.

“Don’t think they’re open this early, coffee maybe?” Teru said.

“Oh, I don’t like coffee that much, it’s too bitter,” Kageyama said guiltily.

“Hummingbird taste buds?” Teru giggled. Kageyama snorted and rolled his eyes. Since when did he do that? “You know most cafes serve things other than coffee, right?”

“But you said coffee,” Kageyama protested.

“I meant it as a catchall for ‘served at cafes’,” Teru explained, “Context clues.” 

“Do sandwiches fall under the ‘coffee’ umbrella?” Kageyama said, thoughtfully stroking his chin and suppressing a smile.

“My friend, a coffee can be anything you want it to be,” Teru said with the intonation of a philosopher. Kageyama giggled and Teru felt his heart jump. Since when did he do that?

–

“I’ll take a mint matcha frappe with extra whip,” Teru said, stepping aside to let Kageyama order, then jumping back in front of him. “Two pumps of mint actually, please.”

The cashier stared at him blankly, then flickered her gaze to Kageyama.

“Uh. I’ll have a hot chocolate I guess.” he said

“Any adjustments?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay so a mint matcha frappe with extra mint and extra whipped cream and a hot chocolate,” the cashier said. “That’ll be 1468 yen.”

Teru reached into his pocket for his wallet at the same time as Kageyama. The two of them raced to put their yen on the counter first.

“It’s your birthday,” Kageyama said, shoving Teru’s money aside, “Let me pay.”

Teru groaned and rolled his eyes, putting the 2000 yen note back in his wallet. The cashier took Kageyama’s note and handed him back his change.

“Fine,” he sighed, “But on your birthday I’m getting you the most expensive drink they’ll let us make, got it?”

“They get more expensive than yours?” Kageyama said, voice lined with disbelief.

“Oh yeah, I totally could’ve bankrupted you back there,” Teru said as they walked away, “I swear I’ve ordered 1200 yen drinks from here before with all the syrup and caramel I’ve added.”

“At that point I don’t even think that could legally be considered a drink,” Kageyama mused. Teru heard his phone buzz and his hand shot to his pocket. 

Just a spam call.

He put his phone away again, trying to ignore how much he was shaking. God, why did he have to be so weird about this? It was just a phone call.

“Hanazawa-kun? Are you alright?” Kageyama asked.

“Oh, I’m fine, just waiting for a phone call,” Teru tried to say casually. Kageyama didn’t seem to believe him. Before he could press him, Teru spotted the barista putting their drinks on the counter.

“Oh! Our order’s ready!” Teru shouted before he could say anything, shouldering his way to the counter and swiping both their drinks, handing Kageyama his with a smile. To his dismay Kageyama still seemed concerned.

“What’s the phone call about? You seem kind of worried about it,” he said.

“Oh, nothing, just… uh…” Teru knew he couldn’t dodge the question a second time without making it seem more concerning than it actually was. It’s nothing, it’s not important, he shouldn’t be so anxious about it. “Uh, the last time my parents called me was on my birthday last year. So. I thought they might again, this year. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“...Since last year?” Kageyama said. Teru’s heart dropped. Why did he have to say it like that?

“Yeah, I mean, they’re pretty busy,” Teru said, “Hey, wanna go to the river? I saw ducklings there the other day.”

“Oh I, uh, yeah… sure-” Kageyama said.

“Great! Let’s go!” Teru ushered him towards the exit, hoping the conversation would die once they were outside.

–

“...I don’t know if they got a new phone number and didn’t tell me or just stopped checking their voicemail or what,” Teru said. The shining sun reflected off the water through the gaps in the shade of the cherry trees planted along its edge. He leaned on the railing, watching a mother duck coax her ducklings from the shore into the water. It was too nice a day for the conversation he was having. 

Kageyama had barely said a word since he started talking, just…listened. It felt…nice? To be heard? To be understood? To not dedicate all his effort into throwing solutions and backup plans at a problem he didn’t know how to solve?

“I just. I feel like I should have moved on by now,” he said, “I haven’t even seen them in person since I was nine. I’ve adjusted to life without them. But…”

“It still hurts,” Kageyama mumbled gently, leaning against his arm. The two of them looked out over the water in silence for a moment. Teru could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he turned to look at him. 

I guess we’re even now.

He cringed inwardly at the memory of how Kageyama’s face twisted at the comment. Why had he said that? To lighten the mood? Make himself feel less guilty? Maybe the medication they gave him at the hospital had made him delirious? 

He was the first real friend he’d ever had and he felt like, with every word he said, every crossed line or potential misstep, he was closer to losing him.

How do you make someone stay?

–

“You think Reigen-san will be mad we’re late?” Teru asked.

“No, I think he’ll understand,” Kageyama said, looking away in a manner that suggested he was hiding something. Oh god, Reigen probably would be mad at them, wouldn’t he? He had gotten so caught up in talking that he didn’t notice the time. Teru noticed the blinds shut as they approached the building and froze.

“Hanazawa-kun?” Kageyama asked. 

“Sorry, thought I saw something,” he said, eyes narrowed.  It’s probably nothing. Maybe the sun was in their eyes or it got too bright.

As they stepped into the building Teru could feel his suspicions growing. He could see that the room was dark from the hallway. Why would Reigen turn the lights off? He didn’t seem like the kind of person who would just leave without them. Had something happened to him? Kageyama didn’t seem to notice anything was off, sauntering to the door.

“Wait!” Teru said as he reached for the handle. Kageyama looked up, puzzled. “Something feels off.”

“What do you mean?” Kageyama asked.

“The lights are off, and I saw the blinds close when we were outside,” Teru said, “I think someone might be trying to ambush us.”

It was difficult to read the expression that crossed Kageyama’s face as he spoke. He stared at him for a few seconds before responding.

“Well, if something’s in there, we can probably handle it, right?” he said. Teru forced a smile. He knew he meant well, but he didn’t like being humored like this. Kageyama turned the knob and opened the door. The office was dark save for the light pouring in from the hallways. Teru could detect other espers nearby, most of them significantly weaker than himself but-

“Surprise!”

As Kageyama flicked the lights on Reigen, Hoshino, Asashi, Kurosaki, the Shiratori brothers, and Mob’s little brother emerged from the dark. Kageyama turned to him with a fond smile.

“Happy birthday, Teru,” he said.

Teru stood, unable to think of how to react. Reigen motioned to the table by the couch in the corner where a chocolate cake sat adorned with candles.

“I wasn’t sure what flavor you wanted so I made an educated guess,” Reigen said.

Teru tried not to let on how strained his voice was when he spoke.

“It’s perfect.”

–

“So, afternoon next Saturday works?” he asked.

“Yep! Have a nice night, Hanazawa-kun,” Kageyama said. 

Teru looked back at him and gave a small wave as he walked towards his apartment. The building was stiflingly quiet as he stepped in and turned on the lights. As he slipped out of his shoes he looked at the clock. 12 am. One full day of being fifteen.

He didn’t even glance at his phone before getting into bed.

[swervestrickland]

we analyze hangman’s 3-minute segments here, sir

Renee is wearing florals. It reminds me of Hangman’s cactus flowers gear. She is usually in black. Hangman is wearing his most Mox-esque jacket.

Hangman says that when Mox knocked him out in their match on October 18th, Mox took his “word” from him. And by beating him this time, he got his word back. I like this callback because it reminds us that he considers his words carefully and he doesn’t want to lie. He doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep. This is why, later in this segment, he keeps his words vague so as to not clue us in entirely, should he not come through.

Renee mentions that he and Mox are both “Elite” level performers. Then she tells him that Mox told her that he feels like Hangman “makes him better,” that he both “despises and cherishes him.” Hangman’s body language at the word “elite” and then at the level of honesty expressed to him has him uneasy. Perhaps he is reminded of someone else he both cherishes and despises, someone who can, at times, make him better or worse.

Renee asks Hangman how he feels about his & Jon’s dynamic together. Pour one out for the hangmox girlies (me). Hangman responds to the quote from above (“despises/cherishes him”) by saying, “That’s what he said?” as if he cannot believe it, truly. Clearly this has made him feel a certain way. He continues by mentioning how when Hangman came back, Mox decided to make a joke. And Hangy beat his ass for it. He also says that whenever he had something to say to Mox, he would say it to Mox’s face. He repeated this twice. This means if Mox wants to relay some honesty, he should say it to Hangman’s face himself. Not to quote Some Guy but “the apology (and the compliment) has to be as loud as the disrespect.” <- mentally ill.

Renee ends her questioning with, “where do you go from here?” Hangman gets visibly awkward, saying that she mentioned something that had him thinking about where he wanted to go. The last time he was visibly awkward in the segment was when Renee said “Elite.” He talks about having tough conversations, about mending fences that have needed fixing for a long time. But he does not specify. He does not want to put himself in a position where he is making promises, he knows he could pussy out of it at the last second. He knows himself. This goes back to his “word.”

When Renee is satisfied, she checks on him. Asks if that was easy enough. (I like this, it’s as if we weren’t meant to see. The tone shift from both of them is clear. Their guards come down.) Even though this is the man who knocked out her husband, she knows he isn’t one that is comfortable opening up, but they’ve always had a good rapport. You can see that she cares for him in a way. You don’t see this often in backstage segments from the resident journalists. He replies in kind.

Now that their guards are down, Hangman asks what he’s been wanting to ask. How is Jon, really? Renee replies truthfully. Mox has been hurt in some way or another for the past ten years she’s known him, but he’ll dust himself off eventually.

Here we see Hangman get visibly awkward for the third time in three minutes. He asks her to relay a message, takes a deep breath before saying it, and then he changes his mind. “Nevermind. Never mind, it’s stupid.” I’m going to tie this to the “saying it to his face.” If he has something important to relay to Mox, he will wait to see him in the ring again before he says it. He’s not going to ask Renee to do it for him. He also calls it stupid, which is code for “this is some vulnerable and honest shit I want to say and I am going to regret bringing it up if the reaction to it is a negative one, so I prefer to keep it to myself.”

He apologises quickly, blurts out a thank you, appreciate it, and hurries off. He’s a good boy, even if sometimes he lets his frustrations get to him.

[hi18364]

The footballers diary

19/11/22 

 

Today was like any other match day. I woke up showered, got ready, waited to be picked up from my apartment. Training was normal, so was the bus ride. Everything leading up to that moment was normal. It was extra time. I was near the goal. The only thing I saw was Beth and Hannah Blundell both running towards the ball. Out of nowhere, Beth dropped her knee in her hands. Pain was written across her face. 

 

20/11/22

 

I woke up to the sound of my phone blowing up and picking it up. The first thing I saw was the first text Vivian sent. 

 

Viv: Beth wanted me to tell you all that they did some tests and she has ruptured her acl. 

 

2:23 am 

 

15/12/22

 

Its been exactly 27 days since Beth did her acl todays yet another home game. I didn't start the game a few seconds into extra time from where I was sitting. You couldn't see what happened. Lyon plays run into a group hug and the fans cheer. The match restarts. Viv gets the ball, passes it to lotte, who then passes it forward to Lia. Three Lyon players close on her and get the ball. Viv goes for it and tries to knock the ball a way from the Lyon player. She falls straight to the floor. Lia passes the ball to Katie. She must have seen. She passes the ball back to Frida. The ref blows her whistle. 

 

16/12/22 

 

It was like deja vu. Only this time it's a text from Beth. I opened my phone and clicked on the Arsenal group chat. 

 

Beffy: Viv asked me to text you all she doesn't know how to tell you all. so she asked me to text and tell you all that she tore her ACL last night. 

 

18/4/23

 

Tomorrow is match day, and I'm scared. A lot of the girls are it’s like this team has some sort of bad luck in under 4 months. It's the World Cup, and everyone is scared that they will be next. 

 

19/4/23

 

Match day nerves ran through the team we were playing in a 4-3-3 i have no clue what happened i had just been sent off less than 5 minutes before for a tackle on ella toone  it was a shit tackle i know but she was pissing me off i was in the changing room when i heard the sound of football boots 2 horse after it was confirmed leah had ruptured her acl im scared im going to be next 

 

1/5/23

 

What the actual fuck? It has been 13 days since Leah did her ACL. I just got the text confirming that Laura has ruptured her ACL. What is happening? 

 

5/5/23 

 

I just got the call from Sarina Wigwam asking if I would like to go to the World Cup. Of course, I said yes. 

 

22/7/23

 

We played Haiti, and we won 1-0. Georgia scored the goal. Apart from that, there's nothing much to say today. 

 

28/7/23 

 

We played Denmark today, and we won yet again. 1-0 lj was the one to score. In other news, I saw a kangaroo today. A few of us made some tiktoks and went for a walk. 

 

1/8/23 

 

We won 1-6. I'm tired, so there's not a lot to say. 

 

16/8/23 

 

Forgot about this. Sorry, we won today 1-3, which means we are going to a final. I can't wait. 

 

21/8/23 

 

Well, we lost, Spain won. I dont know what happened. All I can think about is the pop. I knew what it was the second I went down. I have had it described to me a thousand times. Now I am sitting here on the other side of the world in the same place. Four of my team members have been Why did it have to be me?

[moody4world]

Hi hi! Can you write about apartment hunting with Jack? Maybe he wants to get a place for winter time and he wants the readers help? 🥺💕

Winter getaway

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

this is fluff

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS POST FIRST (and comments)

Oh the month of October, when the leaves turn orange, red or brown. When the air becomes a bit more chilly, when nighttime comes a bit sooner. The season right before the cold biting winter arrives. This year will be the third christmas that you and Jack will spend together as a family of four with your two daughters.

Usually you guys would spend christmas eve at your parents’ house with a christmas movie marathon, matching family pajamas and a feast that your mom and grandma prepared. Everyone would get their gifts that same night and on the 25th the four of you would spend the day with Jack’s family where you would have another feast and more gifts and even some board games or little competitions to make the day more fun.

This year Jack wanted something different. He wanted the two of you to start your own holiday traditions, to try something new. Which is exactly why he was constantly on different renting websites and phone calls trying to find the perfect place for your lovely family of 4 to spend winter time and the holidays. He wanted something not too secluded, with a pretty view, a warm and cozy fireplace was a must and of course good service.

Jack was so adamant on finding the perfect place that he was starting to stress himself out over it. “Jack there’s still time, we really don’t have to rush so much.” You say to him while you rub his tense shoulders. Jack’s eyes remained on the laptop screen infront of him but he did calm down a little bit. “You’re right….but i just really want this christmas to be our best one yet.” “And it will be Jack, plus you’ve been doing this all on your own. Maybe it’d be much easier if me and the girls help you out?” you suggested as you walk around the couch to sit next to him.

“That could help, call them down here. Let’s find our perfect winter get away right now.” You call your daughter’s downstairs and you can hear their little steps rushing down the stairs and into the living room. Your oldest daughter decides to squeeze right in between you and Jack while your youngest climbs onto your lap. Jack starts clicking through the options, checking prices and photos of the rooms and descriptions. Your oldest is helping you and Jack by giving the best opinion a 6 year old could possibly give when all of a sudden she points at the laptop screen showcasing a photo of a bedroom in a wood cabin. “IT’S A CEILING TITTY” Jack’s eyes go wide in shock but before either of you could say anything else, you both bursted into laughter. Your daughter giggled because of that but she didn’t know what was so funny.

After you and Jack collected yourself and wiped your tears from how hard you just laughed you asked her “honey that’s just a light, where did you hear that?” she shrugged her small shoulders at you “i don’t know… uncle clay called it that at grandma’s house.”

At that moment both you and Jack looked at each other knowing who was the cause of your daughter choosing to call a flush mount ceiling light “ceiling titty”. “Well he’s not wrong it does look like a titt-“

“JACK” “WHAT?! IT’S TRUE!” all three of you started laughing once again and this time even your youngest daughter joined in without having a clue what the joke was. You will definitely have to call Clay later to tell him about this.

[canonically-a-genloser]

5 and 13 for the event!!! (Also can they be on stream? Like doing a makeup stream?)

I’m so so proud of you kit-Kat!!!!! I hope you get a million more followers and never lose hope!!! Love you

I love this sm!! I did just recently watch the makeup stream Nihachu did with Aimsey and Ranboo and it was just. 😖💗 but yeah thanks for the request and I love you too, thank you (:

It hadn't been Ranboo's idea to do a makeup stream. But here he was with Y/S/N, watching them do their makeup and awaiting his turn.

At least, they reasoned, you wouldn't be able to do much considering the mask would be going nowhere. Without the mask, Ranboo had no clue what would happen to their face, they'd joked, but it was obvious that they trusted you.

"Shouldn't I be doing your makeup since you're doing mine?" they questioned you suddenly.

"No. Ranboo. That's my whole face. No way-"

"How about we let chat decide? I'm trusting you with, like, three inches of my face, I'm not gaining anything here. Chat?"

The two waited for the chat for a moment.

DO IT

ARTISTBOO

Y/S/N DON'T LET THEM NO

JUST DO IT RANBOO

IT'LL BE CUTE DO IT PLS

"They're saying yes," Ranboo said, smiling at you as they struggled to hold back laughter.

"Chat." You looked at the camera despairingly. "Chat."

"HaHA. The boobers have sided with me once again," they said calmly, folding their hands and resting them on their chest.

"If you mess up in front of-" you checked the viewer count, "seven thousand people, I'm burning something down."

"THIS IS A JOKE, TWITCH.TV," Ranboo shouted over you. "THEY DO NOT SUPPORT ARSONISTS. OR ARSON. IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER." They looked back at you. "You're tryna get me banned."

The two of you stared at each other.

"If I get banned, I get your Twitch account." they insisted.

Immediate laughter broke the comical silence, and both of you almost fell out of your chairs.

You regained your balance and looked for the next makeup you wanted to use. By the time you turned, Ranboo was reading chat. They turned to their phone to check Twitter for a moment, and you turned back to the camera.

"I think we go for the rose gold, chat." You glanced up at the rapidly moving words, back at the other streamer, then at chat again.

"I think so. Maybe they get matching rose-gold eyeshadow," you added quietly.

They didn't react, seemingly completely focused on the bird app.

You turned back to the camera, faking a slight pout. Your makeup was almost done. You checked it one more time, adding the eyeshadow that was soon to be Ranboo's fate before turning and poking their knee.

Ranboo nearly fell out of his chair, grabbing at the chair's arms to keep himself upright.

You laughed. "What was that? You legitimately started flailing-"

"Stop poking me!" they protested, swatting at you as though you were starting a catfight.

"Not until you give me attention," you pouted slightly.

They held up their arms as though asking the universe why before shaking their head and scooting closer to the camera again. "So does this mean I get to do your makeup then?"

You sighed with a stern look at them. "Alright, you can do everything except my eyes, cause I already did that. Plus that way you can't poke them out or anything."

They shook their head. "No, if I'm taking someone's eye out it's gonna be on purpose. We're talking like, spoons."

Chat exploded yet again with messages as you laughed.

"Never trusting you with breakfast cereal ever again," you joked, handing Ranboo the makeup they needed. "Go wild. Not- not too wild maybe?"

The smile in their eyes betrayed Ranboo before they could say a word.

A/N: FINALLY DONE IT'S RUSHED AND SHIT SO SORRY BUT I NEED DIS DONE 😭

you guys ranboo is literally here. if they see this and i get Discovered i will simply pass away. i am terrified

[crossedsabers10s]

I don't know if you see those or not but everytime I need a pick me up I always go and read your fanfics. "Quill dipped in red" is a particular favorite since it's a sort of anthology of the genius happening in your head and I just wanted to say thank you 🫶

The stories you elaborate on have been breathtaking and the snippets are perfectly teasing for more. I've been going over Quill and I would very much love more of "blood of the covenant" if you have extra thoughts on it. It's just a wonderful concept with Kol knowing them beforehand and sharing some kind of affection towards them, especially your version of Damon and Enzo. It feels fun.

Oh and thank you for sharing your talent -🥀

Thank you!!!!!!

Having an Original Vampire turn up on the doorstep and wait for entry like it’s something owed—again—leaves a bad taste in Stefan’s mouth. Damon, who somehow knows this one and refuses to elaborate as to how, stares at the problem lurking on their porch, eyes narrowed, face unreadable.

Unreadable, except, it appears, to the problem himself. “Well?” says Kol. “Are you not going to offer hospitality to an old friend? I’ve had a long night of stabbing Niklaus, I’d like some refreshment.”

Blood flecks his hands, his shirt—a get up straight from the seventies, complete with the haircut to match—is crusted underneath his fingernails. Judging from the smell and the silver dagger held loosely in one hand, he’s telling the truth.

Damon eyes him a second longer. Then turns a deliberate look Elena and Stefan’s way before looking back at Kol.

“I will,” Kol says, bloodstained hand over his heart, “of course, refrain from afflicting your little brother and the doppelgänger with permanent harm for the duration of….” He thinks for a second. “Oh, let us say a week.”

Damon’s eyebrow arches.

Kol sighs, but concedes. “Any harm, permanent or no. Physical only, mind you.”

Damon nods, apparently satisfied. He looks at Elena, who shakes her head. She’s the one that needs to invite the Original in. “Damon, I don’t think—“

“I’ll buy you your own Original proof house,” Damon offers before she can say no. “The others already have invites into this one anyway. What’s one more?”

“I think this is a terrible idea,” Stefan announces, knowing no one is listening. As suspected, he’s ignored, save the short glances they both give him.

“A new house?” Elena says, unimpressed. “That’s, what? Three now? I don’t need a new house, Damon.”

Cajoling, Damon says, “But do you want one? I’ll throw in an in-ground pool.”

“What am I going to do with a whole house? I have a home. And this house. Remember?”

Damon’s nose wrinkles slightly at the reminder. Stefan can read that expression—Damon dislikes having a place he considers his in another’s hands. Elena’s little invite game could have easily ended in blood rather than laughter. “Vampire proof safe house! You can have your friends over for sleepovers. I won’t even ask for an invite, I swear.” He pauses, then throws her a grin. “Unless you want me there.”

Elena frowns harder.

Smile dropping off his face, Damon glares.

Elena glares right back.

Both Damon and Elena keep looking at each other, locked in a battle of wills, reading each other's minds just to argue about what they find there; he’s glad Elena, at least, seems to have an idea of what’s running through Damon’s head, because Stefan doesn’t have a clue.

He’s still kind of hung up on maybe or maybe not having an adopted brother that no one bothered to tell him about.

How legal can this adoption be anyway? Does it count if their family branch is dead?

“Salvatore,” the Original says. Stefan doesn’t flinch—because he has remained very much aware of the 70’s themed Viking standing on the porch—but he does turn to Kol, leaning back on his heels and crossing his arms. “This is pathetic. Is this not your house?”

Damon breaks his staring contest with Elena—the one he was losing—and looks at Kol and gestures to Elena. “Yeah, well.”

Kol shakes his head, smirk curling at his lips. He resembles Elijah more than Klaus, but that expression could have been copy pasted right from the Hybrid’s face. To Elena, he says, “I’ve already sworn not to harm you. If you’d like to negotiate further: I do believe I have information you’d be interested in knowing.”

“Information?” Damon questions. He frowns at Kol, tilting his head and studying the Original. Stefan can’t see what Damon sees—Kol looks perfectly at ease, standing there, blood splattered and smug—but Damon is obviously picking up on something. If he didn’t know better, he’d call his brother concerned.

Concerned. For a vampire quintuple times their age and no doubt just as capable of destruction as his siblings.

Damon turns to Elena, eyes the slightest bit wide. “Elena….”

Elena studies him for a beat. Her sigh sounds a lot like concession. “You really are friends, huh?”

Remaining silent, Damon nods.

She nods back, something passing between them. “Alright. Alright. Kol—Kol, right?—I invite you in.”

Kol grins. “Thank you, doppel-dear.”

In a split second, he’s off the porch, suddenly inside the house. Stefan hadn't seen him move.

Their newest guest has scrubbed up and availed himself to some of Stefan’s clothes—as they're closer in height than the Original and Damon. Stefan isn’t all that great at judging ages normally, but Kol looks young, sitting on a sofa in borrowed clothes with a mug in his hands.

“So,” Stefan starts, wanting to get this oh-so important information out of the vampire before he conveniently forgets. “You said you have information?”

Taking one last sip from his mug before settling it aside, Kol hums. “Yes. Elijah undaggered us, as you well know—“

“Yeah,” Stefan bites out. “We were there. I almost got shoved into a fireplace. I remember.”

Kol ignores the interruption. “—but, somehow, it turned into an even more surprising family reunion.” Without further ado, he informs them, “Mother has been resurrected. Somehow. Bogus, isn’t it?”

“Your mother,” Stefan says, flat.

Elena echoes his disbelief. “The Original Witch?”

“Yes,” Kol says, waving a hand. “Her. Very freaky. I bugged out before he could go totally whack-job or Mother could finish the guilt trip she was on.”

Elena almost chokes on an inhale. When Stefan jerks his head towards her it's to find her mouthing the words bugged out to herself.

Stefan frowns in thought. “Do you know why—?”

“Or how,” Damon interjects.

“Why or how your mother has been brought back to life?”

Kol smiles brightly. “No.” He claps his hands together and turns to Damon. “Now! That’s my price paid. Tell me what I've missed. Give me the skinny.”

Elena makes a wheezing sound. Stefan pats blindly at her arm.

Damon thinks for a second. “Let’s see… you disappeared in ‘78.”

Kol wrinkles his nose. “Yes. My brothers caught up with me.”

“Right. And then shoved you in a box for a few decades.”

Damon nods thoughtfully to himself, then offers up a brief summary of world events. One that focuses mostly on musical development and random facts that Stefan cannot fathom the reason he included them. Kol pipes up with questions about this or that or what happened to them—a few of the names Stefan recognizes. The rest have faded into history.

Elena, who has been up all night and the night before, is yawning. She almost nods off once Damon starts listing musicians.

Damon finishes with a promise to get Kol a phone with internet and a matching computer.

For someone who has had three decades of random facts shoved down their throat, Kol seems nonplussed by the deluge. He’s probably used to missing years worth of developments. How many times have he and his siblings had to adapt to a new century? “And your brother?” he asks, glancing at Stefan for a second before dismissing him. “Not that one, the other.”

Stefan does not twitch. He’s not sure how he feels about Damon suddenly having another brother, but he doesn’t think he likes it.

Not because he’s jealous.

It’s just concerning. Damon’s spent a century complaining about not being an only child and suddenly he adopts some random guy? Some random guy than an Original knew about before he did?

“He’s fine,” Damon says. Elena suddenly seems much more awake, and is looking at all of them in turns, like she’s not sure who she should be paying the most attention to. “In Spain like I said. Actually, uh, what’s the time? He might have caught his flight out by now.”

Kol makes a go on motion.

Damon shrugs. “He’s on the way here. Told him I found you.”

“Found?” Kol repeats, drawing out the word like he’s unsure about its meaning. “Found implies you were looking for me.”

“Yeah,” Damon says with no hesitation. “We did.”

Kol blinks. “You… did?” Whatever shock he’d suffered is swiftly recovered from. “Of course you did, no doubt you missed me.”

“Eh,” Damon tips a hand back and forth. “Sometimes.”

“You missed me,” Kol asserts.

“Fine. A little. We searched the city for almost three months.”

“Lucky you didn’t find me,” Kol says. “Or, rather, find my brothers.”

Damon shrugs again. “Maybe. We, uh, kept looking for a while”—Stefan isn’t sure how long a while is, but suspects it’s longer than Damon feels comfortable admitting—“before we bit the bullet and asked a favor from Bethany.”

“Bethany?” Kol says, sounding surprised. Stefan doesn’t recognize the name, but he seems to. “London’s Ripper?”

Stefan goes still. A Ripper?

“Yeah,” Damon says, not looking Stefan’s way even as he tries to burn a hole through his brother’s head. “Charged us through the nose for it. Got her girlfriend to do a locator spell, one of the good ones, the kind that should have given us your exact address plus your social security number. Except it didn’t do jack. Valentine doesn’t fudge spells. So, we figured you were dead.”

“What did you pay?” Kol asks abruptly, gaze intense on Damon. “For the spell.”

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie to me.” There is a killer in Stefan’s living room. One with a straight backed stare that has seen this world turn for centuries. It doesn’t matter that Kol looks like he should be in school, that he is wearing borrowed clothes, had come to their doorstep to escape his family imploding, and speaks in outdated slang. All of that has been stripped away to reveal a monster in their midst. “It doesn’t matter if it didn’t go as planned. Bethany is cunning as she is ruthless. She would have had you agree to pay for the attempt.”

“Nothing,” Damon says again, unperturbed. “We just… owe her a favor. To be collected when she chooses. You know her, she’s probably going to sit on it for a century or two.”

Some of the intensity fades from Kol’s face. But not all. “That’s not better,” he says lightly. “You realize that’s worse than a straight exchange.”

Damon only rolls his eyes.

[safyresky]

I HAVE YET TO GO TO BED SO IT'S STILL TECHNICALLY MARCH 13TH SO WOE, FROSTMAS YEAR THREE BE UPON YE, AO3!

Give it a read on ao3 HERE.

Year Three

After failing to "make amends" over dinner with Jacqueline, Santa Jack visits the other Frosts to extend an "olive branch".

Physically PAINED ME to write--because I 100% essentially rewrote this chapter while prepping it for crossposting--this year because it's the year Jack goes to see the rest of the fam. And man, reading THIS VERSION OF A REUNION, WHERE MTF DIDN'T HAPPEN, AFTER CRYSTAL SPRINGS HAS BEEN FINISHED? I dealt so much psychic damage to myself, oy vey.

Would've been up sooner but we had a BIG EMOTIONS night here at safyresky industries. Eh, what are you gonna do? Bottle it up like these sprites do? FUCK NO! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCK YOURSELF UP! AH!

Word count went from 7k to 12k. I am SO skilled out of control. RIP.

Not sure what to heck a Frostmas is? I got you, boo! Have a summary:

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Interested? Take it from the top HERE on ao3! And here on ff dot net, where it is done up to Year 10.

And, of course, take a snippet from Year Three below the cut!

It was a moment before the doors swung open, revealing nobody. Jack frowned, confused. He blinked, peering into the foyer. “Can we help you?” Jack slowly lowered his gaze, taken aback by the new, slightly sassy voice. It was high pitched; gratingly so, almost. His heart skipped a beat when he finally came face to face with the figures that had answered the door. They were a matching pair. A boy and a girl. The boy held one of the doors open; the girl stood beside him, holding the other door open with one hand, the other sitting on her hip. They looked remarkably similar: same facial structure, freckles in all the exact same places along their faces. They were also very much on fire, the boy’s hair burning up, the girl’s hair lit at the ends, sparks cracking as she and the boy stared him down, unblinking. And that was when Jack realized that he was a big brother. AGAIN. Doubly so, in fact. It was the only logical explanation, after all. Twins. On fire twins. With very familiar noses and jawlines under the roundness. And very familiar golden eyes. Seems the next set of kids had finally taken after his father. “Hi,” he said, finally finding his voice. “Hey.” “Sup.” “Who are you?” “Who am I? You don’t know who I am? Actually, I should be asking you that. Both of you.” “Well, we asked you first, so…” the boy shrugged, looking up at Jack perplexed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You don’t know who I am? Really?” They shared a look. “Nah.” “Not a clue.” “The jacket doesn’t give it away? The silly hat?” “Ha. It is a silly hat, isn’t it?” The girl snickered. “What about our faces? We have very similar noses, don’t you. Don’t you think?” “Yours is way more crooked,” the boy pointed out. “Do you get punched a lot? I bet you do.” The girl turned to the boy. “He has a kind of gets punched a lot aura, don’t you think?” The boy ignored her, tilting his head. “Are you supposed to be Santa?” “Yes!” “You don’t look like Santa at all.” “Yeah man. Way too frozie around here,” the girl squinted, gesturing to her chin. “And you’re way too skinny,” said the boy. “I’ve been watching my weight! Way too many cookies, and you know, the holly jolly look just isn’t my thing.” “Too many COOKIES?!?!” “The holly jolly look? Isn’t? your thing? But that’s Santa’s thing. That’s his whole shtick!” “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY COOKIES! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

WHAT INDEED, FIERA! WHAT INDEED.

Down to see how the Frostmas Family Reunion goes? FEAST YOUR EYES HERE!

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And mind my errors, ehehehe.

I wanted to get this posted tf UP so I whooshed it in there after read through #2, and read through #3 is happening presently, if I manage to make it through without distraction. I started a thing called Frostmas Asides? More on that later, but it has my attention rn, and also I am EMOTIONALLY E X H A U S T ED and may just crawl into bed. Absolutely wildin given my penchants for late nights and that it's only midnight o'clock. Does NOT bode well for CR tomorrow, which is funny bc Time Change had me staying up ALL SORTS OF LATE THIS WEEK! AH!

Anyway, some fun changes abound! What's 🆕 for Y3: 2024 Edition:

Upped Bernard sass (delightfully so I think)

Wrote a whole new set of notes to get a vibe of where everyone actually was at, keeping MTF in mind and how the parents specifically are feeling when it occurs in CS

Added another brief bop into the present, with Jack recounting to Jacqueline where she, of course, interrupts him 🤪🤭

And then hits you with angst 😶

Winter's fierceness was upped; Fiera's anger is apparent, and Fino's general inquisitiveness/unease after it all is more apparent lol

WHOLE ASS ENTIRE NEW SCENE OF BLINTER COMFORTING THE KIDDOS POST JACK'S LEAVE. IT PULLS AT THE HEARTSTRINGS, AND, Y'KNOW, IF YOU'VE READ FROSTMAS UP TO THE MOST RECENT YEAR, MORE HINTS THAT WINTER KNEW ABOUT THE BAD THING ALL ALONG >:)

That takes place in the morning room by the window where Jacqueline waited, but this time Blinter's waiting for her, and it's--they--IT'S POETIC, OKAY??? AH!

I think that's everything. I'm too tired to properly recount??? Despite having this rotating in the head all day, lol. Hmu if you notice any GLARING typos! And enjoy Year Three! >:)

[orangelemonsstuff]

part two of that one male!yuu and female!yuu fanfic i made lol

|•|

the three (not including the cat or raccoon struggling on the bird man's hand to be free) walked the school grounds to the mirror hall, two robed new students looked different opposing ways to observe the place

"where are we?" the two inquired both quaked with worry, still thinking this might be just a big dream, after all another you being the opposite sex? that's a bit obscene

thing or two they might be lucid dreaming for they are aware and had full control of their own body

"we are at the prestigious academy of Night Raven College" Crowley chimed with proudness, this long prestigious school for students (and money) he long made with pure hardwork (and money) really brings out the giddying happiness on him

"Night Raven...? wow this place is great at naming places" the two chuckled, probably cringing a bit with the name

"and... Magic you say, this dream is certainly something else"

"Yes yes!! this academy holds its pride with amazing students who can perform variety of magic, they are ought to graduate off this school to be great magicians!!" Crowley raised his hands and laughter with pride began to rang the courtyard, the three new guests covered their ears

"okay... weirdo" the two whispered and then chuckling with the identical grinning by hearing the same each other's whisper

"Could the two of ya stop saying the same thing at the same time? it sounds like you two are copying each other" Grim pointed out a very obvious thing while annoyingly trying to wriggle his way out of Crowley's hold making, the two stopped walking and looked at each other

"i have no clue to stop it he/she just do my every move like a mirror"

even their walking and steps are at the same steps and same pace

the two tilted their heads and sighed, it's like as if another one of them was made just to be the opposite but to be able move the same with the other

"i thought you were related to each other, siblings or twins of some sort?" Crowley pondered as he pinched his chin

"uh no, this person only looks exactly the same as me... just with "slight" different features" the two qoute with their hands motioning a prime symbol, still saying the same words (same way of phrases too)

"this situation is pretty unusual, two people in a coffin, a strange raccoon... and you" Crowley pointed at the girl who flinched a bit

"NRC is a all boys school, why are you in the coffin with him?"

"I don't even know how'd i get here, all i know was i woke up besides some guy that looks exactly like me" the girl shakes her head in disarray, the boy looked at her and did the same movements out of habit

"hmm, it seems if only one of you were asked to speak then it kind of breaks the tie of you matching each other's words but not yet movements" Crowley said as he puts his

"Oh, you are right it does but our movements would still be the same, pretty weird huh?" the two again synchronized spoke at each other and crossed their arms

for some reason also, they feel attached to each other that they might need to stay close

"i would have to figure this out, oh how i am far more generous to solve your problem!!" the loud crow made the three cover their ears in surprise because of his noisy squawking

"for now the lady will cover and have to hide her body properly so she won't be discovered and be the source of questions on the orientation, now let's get going" he pointed out his hand to a big castle nearby and started walking again, his words made the both pulled their robes to hide their body even though Crowley had only instructed the girl to do so

they all strolled quitely to the big castle which is a school building Crowley had said, the orientation was held by the mirror chamber which will be the top of the school building, the two of them are told they are lucky to be accepted at a prestige school as this, how lucky they are truly

|•|

"State thy name" the deep guttural voice came from the mirror spoke to the two with the request

"Yuu..." it kinda surprised the students sitting behind them because of their synchronized words, probably getting the same idea as Crowley that they might be twins

"the soul of this two is..." the magic mirror halted in his sentence, calculating something to confim the anomaly of both

the two stared at the magic mirror with nervous eyes, they were clearly being deeply judged by this.... mirror with a face they can't even see their own reflection of

"I sense no magic to both"

everybody gasped, inside voices became out, mumbling to one another making quite a fuss

"both are Soundless, Colorless, Shapeless, and empty as a vacant. therefore no dorm is suitable for the two or would be appropriate" the whispers became louder and more audible to both pair of ears the two has

"what? magicless?"

"how come?"

"i thought this school only accept students with magic?"

the people at the orientation including the housewardens began to mumble their thoughts louder and clearer for the two making them more anxious every and confused every second

"are you saying that carriage have made a mistake? but that can't possibly be--" Crowley's hand shaked as the cat in his hands break free

"Let me take their place!! i have magic and i am more than willing to do anything to be a great mage, LOOK!!"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN" The red head upfront yelled the order as everyone ducked down to avoid the attack

blue fire imits from his blow lighting up the robes of a scarabia student, not avoiding the attack successfully

"WAAH MY BUTT IS ON FIRE" the white haired and tanned boy yelled and started jumping around trying to put out the lit fire on his behind

"Can i go now?" a also deep voice growled from the lion beastman in the left scowling in annoyance because of the scene

"aren't you a lion? why not help yourself with that thing over there?" a beautiful man besides him stated

"Nah too tired, do it yourself" he mumbled the answer

"HELLO?? MY BUTT IS STILL ON FIRE" the poor guy had his behind still lit just as someone near him splashed their bottle of water to put it out

another blow of fire from the cat hitted the tiled floor where the identical two were standing

a circle of blue fire circled around both Yuu's, synchronized squeal came out from the two magicless students alarming everybody, some heads turn to them

they held each other's opposite hand, panicking trying to think of a solution or a way to get out of the fire circle as it is getting closer to them

a splash of water from a silver haired young man with glasses came to rescue them, proudly pointing out his pen

"Headmaster, let me handle this" he said as he started off chasing Grim together with the red haired from before

"as expected by Azul-chi, wanting to get extra credits like a main character.." the digital floating tablet spoke with a low muttering voice

"Riddle, May i?" Azul smirked as Riddle just nodded and started chasing Grim with him

the two looked around, seeing panicking students running outside the building, some are avoiding the fire and others are trying to flap out the fire

the circle that surrounds them still lit a small fire hit but enough to walk over, still holding each other's hands, they both lifted their robes and walked out the circle, surprisingly the fire burnt out

that's...weird

they sighed in a synchronized relief, burning robes won't be ideal especially for the girl Yuu since Crowley did not instruct she reveals her gender, all around her were men that might be counted as powerful for they have magic as Crowley said

"Hey! i told you to control that familiar of yours" Crowley reprimanded the two

"that raccon is not ours!!" the two had the same words but different tone of voice, well sorta different

"Not yours huh.." Crowley made a thinking pose again, his clawed finger tapping his chin

a loud shout about offing one with their head had all turn their heads to Riddle and Azul's direction, Riddle from earlier have caught the raccoon of grim who now had collar adorning his neck

"A rule had said that no cat must wander around the queen's kingdom, i must throw you away"

"WRAAAANGNYAA" the cat cries as he wiggled on the collar trying to be out

"Ah~ as expected, Riddle's signature spell is so astonishing, i want to-- ehem ill be more appreciative to have that kind of power if i were the one behold it" Azul started babbling as if somebody was listening to him

|•|

soon enough the trouble have been cleared, everyone else had gone back to their dorms or kept busy exploring the school grounds

except for two

they had to stay on the mirror chamber waiting for something to happen that would wake them up this dream, (they tried pinching themselves coulle times but it won't work in fact it all gelt very real for a dream)

As Crowley finished busying himself he turned once again to the two magicless students standing for about 20 minutes now

"it seems that the carriage did have made a mistake forgive it for that, now, you must tell the mirror your location of hometown and it'll sent you back to where you came from" Crowley smiled brightly making a way for the two

"oh thank god, finally i can wake up from this dream" the both smiled with relief, feeling tired because of the ruckus earlier

"i came from..." they told Crowley and they specifically asked him to pronounce it right to the mirror so it won't take them to some place they do not know

"Oh greatest magic mirror, guide these souls to where they came from, bring them forth to ...!"

the mirror had to halt, something about that place and it was phrased perfectly made the mirror stop and think for a few second to be careful with its words

"i... don't know"

the tilted their head in confusion, Crowley making the same gesture but with a "huh?"

"such place does not exist" the magic mirror added once again to clear the confusion

"could you be two lying to me and the great mirror?" Crowley suspiciously looked at them

they shaked their heads and deny Crowley's accusation, there's no way their home place counot exist, that's where they live as they say

"Hmm... i haven't heard of such place before, so we shall go to the library and search for it if what you say is true" Crowley stepped down the Mirror altar and asked the other two to follow him, well them following him is what he thought they were doing

the two turned eerily to the magic mirror, letting the crow the walk away without them probably not noticing their presence being out of his feather

the mirror stared at their eyes with the same expression earlier, they both held up a finger to their mouth whispering a 'shh' before showing a very eerie smirk one will shiver at if they saw it on any of a person's face

"say anything and we'll shatter you~"

a/n: hi guys, sorry if this is not accurate im just basing it of what i remember which is kinda foggy and i barely remember anything but i tried my best just pretend its the canon one please

the last part is just my addition to this Yuu lore or should i simply say, that the mirror is aware of the place they live in and its from another world and the mirror could teleport them back but the mirror also knew what the two's purposes are for (honestly you guys could cut that part out or just not read it if you dont like it and was very confused by it because it doesn't make sense in the first part i made lol)

ps. at this point its up to you guys what both Yuu's story you would want it to be, after all they are your Yuu's not mine

[causeitsagame]

I've finalized all of my fangan base designs (...I think) and look, the most important part of the entire height reference chart:

She's short.

I love being able to see my kids in front of me ❤️😭 (I'm going to murder so many of you in unspeakably horrific ways)

Everyone behind the cut, with a brief bit about their design + role!

This is uhhhh nothing that will be playable any time soon, but I'm aiming for an honest-to-god full (fan) game experience. :) First trial has eighteen different truth bullets, this protag has her own unique mechanic, I'm building things out in Unity, etc. etc. etc.

I am GOING FOR IT, because setting a high creative bar and forcing yourself to push yourself is how development happens!

I'm moving from left to right and including the name/talent/MTBI in text below for readability. I included the MBTI here because I tied each one of them to an MBTI archetype as a fun self challenge (hey, sixteen people!) and so you can look to see who you match up with.

Every single talent is plot-relevant by the end of the game, at minimum. Many are plot-critical. I didn't want anyone to feel like wasted space.

Emi (Tailor, INFJ) - Sweet and humble, she's the type to just wear a standard school uniform. She focuses on assisting others, so she's always got her equipment ready if someone needs something mended.

Akari (Actress, ENFJ) - THE BEARER OF THE AHOGE. Famous ever since she started as a child star, she's always had every life decision made for her by her agent or stage parents. Sounds like you need some character development, girl!

Minata (Gardener, INFP) - Shows off detailed scientific knowledge more suited for a "Botanist" title, but he goes by Gardener for a reason. Practical and kind, he's the type to show up in a working outfit.

Hana (Cinematographer, ISFP) - Has earned awards for her work, yet currently struggles to get attached to new films. Design-wise, her formal presentation is her trying to compensate for that career struggle and look older. Girl should be on LinkedIn, she wants to N E T W O R K.

Momoko (???, ENTP) - Picture a walking pair of 🖕🏼🖕🏼. But. Like. A funny one. Don't worry, girl; as a ???, you're plot-important! You're sure to stick around! (Ignore the muffled Rantaro voice.) I actually had a very specific inspiration for her look, but it's a spoiler for why she's actually there and what her identity ends up being.

Maeko (Director, ISTP) - Three movie-related talents, by now. Is that plot-relevant? An artifact of me being near the Hollywood Sign? MAYBE BOTH? (It's both.) Anyway, Maeko is willing to Commit to the Bit of whatever she's working on, hence showing up in that old-fashioned director's outfit. She knows how the whole Ultimates thing works.

Shin (Statistician, INTJ) - My MBTI sign. :) As a kid, Shin decided that the mathematician in Jurassic Park was totally cool. That ended up steering him toward ear spikes and hair streaks instead of sweater vests. Still gotta have glasses, though.

Riko (Astronomer, INTP) - Riko is clueless about basically everything besides star maps, including "how to act like a normal teenager" or "how to stand comfortably." She gets a generic uniform (with constellation tights) because she wouldn't have the slightest clue where to start, otherwise.

Moriaki (Salesman, ESFP) - Heya pal 👉🏼👉🏼 Thanks for stopping by for a chat 👉🏼👉🏼 I definitely won't make any deals I can't handle 👉🏼👉🏼 KHAKIS 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼

Ayame (Journalist, ENTJ) - I don't think it's much of a spoiler to say that an investigative journalist is a good fit as one of the hard carries in trials. She zips around to stories on her motorcycle, hence the boots, jacket, and sunglasses :)

Satoru (Historian, ISTJ) - What an asshole. (He has my favorite of everyone's FTEs.)

Hiro (Fire Fighter, ESTJ) - A fire fighter. Literally named Hiro. His existence as a character is NOT. SUBTLE. Add in his first aid training, and you have someone too good to be true. (Maybe...?)

Katori (Beach Volleyball, ENFP) - Obviously, this design had to exist if I'm trying to respect many (but not all) of the tropes. Laid-back, optimistic, and totally into manifesting positive outcomes. She's basically an insta influencer who found herself in a killing game.

Katsuro (Rock Climbing, ESTP) - HIS SISTER WAS THE ONE TO PROPOSE THESE DUMBASS THEMED OUTFITS, FYI.

Ren (Bodyguard, ESFJ) - You might be big as hell, but that doesn't look like much of a bodyguard outfit, bro 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Daichi (Outdoorsman, ISFJ) - A second huge dude! BREAKING THE MOLD. (Actually, you might have noticed that there are four pretty ripped dudes, and that is in fact plot-relevant at multiple points. It's not only me going 'thirst traps for both sides.' Anyway.) I'd loosely planned out his outfit (flannel shirt, timberland boots, etc.), but I also wanted to involve a school uniform somehow. The only way he could fit into one: ripping his blazer's arms off to turn it into a vest.

SO, there they are. :) I'm tens of thousands of words into this fangan script, have all the trials, evidence, major plot beats, and the ending mapped out, and a 100+ CC0-license 3D objects + locations plus several hundred sound effect files stockpiled. It's happening! Slowly. But it's happening! I will try my very best to make a fun, engaging game.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

My mind has slowly been taken over by Pedro Pascal...can't complain, really. But, haven't been able to land on Din or Joel atm - thought I would share the WIP I have for Joel Miller rn with my F!OC Marianne (Annie)

First time writing Joel - hopefully I got it right (my sources tell me I am clear!) Setting is somewhere post outbreak but pre-QZ.

“How far did you say your brother is?” She asked him coldly, looking up and into the surrounding clearing to ensure they were still, in fact, alone.

The man claimed to be a simple traveller, trying to get to the QC in Boston, seeking help for his injured brother. Marianne knew it was a crock of shit, and the older version of her would have shot the man dead and left him to rot in that pitfall of hers, but she was different now—more capable of compassion than violence.

“A few miles west, we made a small camp for the night.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“My brother and I!” The man barked back, already having lost his patience. Again, despite the lies she knew he was saying, his concern for his brother seemed real—perhaps the man was aware of the three raiding groups that resided around her home, but she wanted to bet otherwise.

Am I really about to go run off into danger to save this dumbass’s brother? She wondered to herself as she kept on watching the man, a slight fraction in his gaze before she finally took her sights off him and slung her rifle onto her back. Immediately after, she tossed down handcuffs.

“Put them on.” She ordered, watching him with intent and when he hesitated, she reached for her rifle—the only reinforcement he required to follow her instructions. “We also need to make a deal on what I get in return.” She informed him with a smile.

“We don’ have many supplies.” He grumbled in reply, snapping the last cuff closed around his wrists.

“You’re both able-bodied men, no?” Marianne asked with a soft smile. “You’ll work off the debt, now climb up and show me the way to your brother.” She informed him as she kicked down a ladder, enabling the man to climb up. “Your name?”

“Joel.” He gruffly replied as he got out of the pit. He raised an eyebrow at her, wishing for the same information in return.

“Annie.” She informed quickly before turning the direction Joel had claimed his brother was. “You left him out here alone? Can he defend himself?”

“Yeah.” Joel responded, seemingly answering both of her questions with a single answer—great.

“You’re aware of the danger you left him in?” Annie asked with a tone that was equally serious and annoyed.

“Yeah.” He confirmed again, however this time a little more hesitant—he has no fucking clue.

“Best we hurry up.” She informed him, picking up the pace and hearing Joel match her stride. She took her rifle off her arm, glancing back quickly to make sure Joel was still cuffed. For a moment, Annie wondered if she should arm the man, make it safer for them both in case it was infected they came across and not the raiders. But, with another glance at the man, at his expression, the blank stare, let her know the type of man she had walking behind her—even giving him handcuffs was a weapon.

Their rushed steps became softer the closer they got to where his brother had been left—Tommy. But Annie didn’t need to be this close to know that Tommy wasn’t there.

“Stop.” She harshly whispered, Joel’s steps stuttering for a moment. Annie smiled, knowing that this was probably the place he had planned to jump her, but she knew Tommy wasn’t hiding in the bushes to complete the ambush. She swept into their makeshift camp, looking for where the disturbances had occurred, not being able to stop herself from noticing the poor setup they had. “Doesn’t look like you were meaning to stay overnight.” She commented, looking back at Joel to see something flash across his cold expression. Fear? Guilt?

It was hard to say, and—quite frankly—not the time to discuss it.

“Which direction did you come in through?” Annie asked Joel, who didn’t seem to quite be listening—only looking at the spot of struggle where small blots of blood were left behind. “Hey, buddy!” Annie said, stepping in front of the man’s field of view. “If you want your brother back, tell me where the fuck you came through.”

Her aggression seemed to snap him back to the present, anger and fury setting into his gaze as he just pointed. Annie followed to look at the direction and sighed.

“Johnny’s men got your brother—if we are quick, and they aren’t particularly stupid tonight, he’ll be fine.” Annie said as she hurried off into the direction of Johnny’s camp.

“And if they are particularly stupid?” Joel asked after her, rushing to get to her side. Annie’s features set into an old face, long dormant instincts wanting to surface but she managed to keep them at bay. She had to remind herself that Johnny wouldn’t be to stupid, he wouldn’t break their code and risk the deals they had in place...otherwise she may not be able to keep her usual composure.

Everything about Joel told her that he would have zero issue holding back anything if they hurt or killed his brother. She sighed, trying to stop her mind from racing too far ahead.

“Then we best get there quicker.” Annie said as she picked up speed, Joel keeping up and moving with a predatory intent. It was about halfway to their destination that the brooding man piped up again.

“Now, how is it that you know these people?” He asked with an ironic, atleast to Annie, amount of accusation in his tone.

“Now isn’t the time.” She retorted, knowing the full story of how she brokered deals and peace with the three raiding communities nearby would take too long, and that them going into such ramblings would only alert them of their approach. Joel, however, didn’t seem to be having any of that.

“I need to know the danger my brother is in.” He informed her more firmly, threatening. Annie huffed as she stopped in her tracks, Joel taking a few steps ahead of her before turning around to stare at her with anger and frustration.

“Do we also need to talk about how you were going to fucking jump me? Kill me and take what’s mine? Hmn?” She barked at him, Joel stuttering for a moment on his previously venomous words. “Didn’t think so—so how about you shut the fuck up and let me save your brother from your dumbass decision.”

She marched on, happily leaving the man behind her, wondering why the hell she even decided to help him in the first place while begrudgingly knowing she was in too deep now to turn her back on the man’s, potentially, innocent brother.

Thankfully, either by respecting her words or having nothing good to say, Joel remained silent until she signaled for them to stop. They were close, and Annie knew taking a few steps forward would only bring them into line of sights. Considering Joel’s...aura, she thought it best he stay behind.

She would try to remember to appreciate the fact that he did.

“You took my guy.” Annie called out after a few paces past Joel, immediately hearing a few rustled footsteps and whispers from the guards before even coming into the clearing in front the entrance of the raiders building. “I get it, mistakes happen...you didn’t know, right?” She calmly asked, purposefully exaggerating putting her rifle onto her back. “You all know I mean no trouble unless you bring it—so, gentlemen and gentlewomen, whatcha havin’?”

There was a heaviness that lingered in the quiet that followed Annie’s words.

Until one of them finally managed to gather the courage to speak up.

“We, uh, we d-didn’t know he was one you’re p-protecting.” He stammered a meager defense.

“I know, so just hand him over unharmed.” There was a stir among them at the word, Annie grimacing immediately. “What did you do?” Her tone shifted, darker, and she could hear rustling from the trees that was Joel fixing to charge, but she shot out a hand and the sound stopped.

“We didn’t want him runnin’” The same one fumbled through their words.

“He dead?” Annie shouted.

“No!” The guard quickly answered back. “I, uh, I think Johnny had him hurt badly though.” Annie grumbled under her breath—of the three to get caught by, Johnny had to be the worst. Not that either of her new acquaintances would know, or probably agree, they were lucky Tommy wasn’t straight up killed that night.

“Bring Tommy to me now, bring me enough supplies to not piss me off for hurting him and tell Johnny he fucking owes me—if he doesn’t agree then tell him to come fucking talk to me myself. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” The guard yelled and she heard scuttering around the lookouts to know that there were still gunners fixated on her. Slowly, Joel emerged from cover to stand beside her.

“He’s with me.” Annie called out, thinking it obvious but not wanting to take a chance with these idiots.

“What the hell was that?” Joel muttered quietly to her.

“Perhaps, instead of asking me stupid questions, you ask yourself if you got me wrong, Joel.” Annie muttered back at him, hearing the man grunt his way back into silence. Not long after the main gates opened up with four people exiting, two carrying one between them and the last carrying a few packs of supplies.

Once they entered through some light, Annie could see it was two guards carrying an unknown man—Tommy, she suspected—who had a very broken leg. No bone sticking out, but it wasn’t good and they were too far away to carry him back with just her and Joel; who was about to charge at the men once he was able to see what Annie saw. Immediately she stuck out a hand and pressed it against the man’s firm and, noticeably, muscular chest, preventing him from moving forward.

“Johnny!” Annie called out, the men stopping in their tracks. Shortly after a short and staunchly man emerged from the front entrant.

“What! What! I gave you what you asked for!” He proclaimed, his sleezy words and ways always showing in the way he walked.

“I can’t carry him.” She retorted, her tone taunting and implying the man was stupid for asking or thinking there wasn’t an issue here.

“Use your new boy-toy, here.” Johnny joked, Annie repressing a smile as she could feel Joel press against her hand to move forward, the feeling of a rumble in his chest without hearing one.

Different man with slightly different circumstances, and she would have been incredibly hot and bothered by it.

“Don’t fuck around, Johnny. Your two men can carry him on a stretcher back to my place—I can’t risk him getting further injured, you understand? Otherwise it’s going to be your people who suffer the fucking consequences. Capiche?” Johnny stamped his foot like a child at Annie’s words and demands.

“Fuuuuuck—fine. Whatever, just...don’t take it out on our trades, okay? I got pretty fucked up—”

“Drugs?” Annie barked, stepping past the guards and Tommy to look Johnny straight in the face. He was young, a kid in her eyes, but he was ruthless to get to the top so young—yet stupid because of his age. Wasted potential, Annie though to herself with a grimace. “You really going to fuck around with that, Johnny? Like the others wont be vultures and rip you apart? Protect your people or step the fuck down if all you want to do is escape.”

They stood eye to eye for a moment, Johnny trying to look tough, brave, and probably still a bit fucked up on drugs, while Annie was just pissed and impatient.

This wasn’t meant to be her night. She had her dinner on the table, now cold, a glass of lovely pinot on the table, the bottle still open and getting stale and a great book waiting for her on the couch with her blankets. Yet here she was, dragging some asshole Hunter through the woods to find his brother, who has a fucking broken leg, and getting tested by fucking Johnny and needing to now teach him a fucking life lesson.

Would it ever end? Was a day’s peace in the apocalypse asking for a fucking miracle?

Johnny finally broke their gaze.

“Yeah, okay...thanks’ Annie—I appreciate you always setting me straight.” Annie couldn’t help but smile, seeing the kid flash through the hardened 23 year old’s expression.

“Yeah, well...make sure it doesn’t always have to be me, eh?” She reinforced, Johnny nodding and waving a hand of agreement in defeat, sending her off in her direction while turning back to re-enter his place.

Annie grabbed the two packs as the guards gently placed Tommy on the stretcher. She proceeded to slam the two packs firmly into Joel’s chest.

“You can carry this.” She said with a light, almost playful, shove—undeniably enjoying shoving and ordering around the grumpy, potentially psychotic, man. “C’mon.” She ordered the men behind her as the 3 of them followed her back to her stead.

When they were a well enough distance away from the base, Joel seemingly having gathered his thoughts away from his brother for a moment, walked up to be next to Annie.

“How exactly did you—”

“Wow, it’s a wonder how you survived so long without being able to shut your trap.” Annie immediately grumbled to the man beside her, she would answer all of his endless fucking questions once they were inside and away from the raiders who would happily blab about anything they heard from her lips.

Joel just grunted himself into silence once more, but Annie would swear when later asked about the night she met Joel, that he seemed amused more than annoyed in that moment.

The rest of the journey was standard and silent, except for the few grunts from Tommy—seems like they used some of their drugs on the guy themselves, but...from the way he looked and breathed, it seemed like it was, thankfully, enough to help him sleep and not feel pain without causing him to keel over.

The men rested Tommy gently onto her dining table—her cold meal still on the kitchen counter, she was sure. Her ‘dining’ table had been more of an ‘operation’ table since she took over the estate from Pedro.

“Go, eat the food on the plate and enjoy the wine as a thank you.” She instructed the raiders with a nod towards her kitchen, the two men not needing any further instructions before chowing down on some finer foods. “You,” she called out to Joel, whose attention had turned to the raiders, “steady his leg like this while I go get supplies.”

“They okay—” He was about to ask but the look on Annie’s expression stopped him dead in his tracks.

“When will you just accept to trust me in this moment? They’re fine. They’ll eat and leave, trust me.” Annie paused and watched Joel, waiting for him to give her more than a grunt. Thankfully, he gave her a small and simple nod—good enough.

She returned with her supplies and immediately got to work, not hesitating to boss Joel around, answering all of his constant fucking inquiries.

“What are you checking for?”

“Internal bleeding.” She retorted with a single tone, her focus on trying to make sure she properly reset his brother bone. “Sometimes it’s easier with a clean break through the skin, cause then I can see better but...nowadays that usually means they bleed out.”

“So, what—you some kind of fuckin’ doctor?”

“For animals.” Annie muttered but she seemed to offend Joel with her response.

“You calling us animals?” He asked angrily, Annie looking up at him suddenly and with a heavy dose of shock and concern.

“No. I was a vet—doctor for animals. Jeeze, you’re fucking something...” Annie trailed off as she looked back to Tommy, now checking the rest of his vitals. “fucking asshole, my god.” She muttered to herself.

“I heard that.” Joel warned but did nothing else.

“Good.” Annie firmly replied. “Maybe it will knock some sense into’ya.” He grumbled but left her to her work in silence—a very welcomed sound. “He’ll be fine, just need to watch for any bruising that might show. Let him rest there and we move him tomorrow—I just need to prepare one of the rooms down here for him.”

Annie cleaned up her tools, gathering them so she could go sanitize them properly in the bathroom she had designated as her ‘sterile room’—the best she could make it atleast.

Joel, like a lost puppy, followed her.

“If you’re a vet, how do you know how to operate on people?” He asked her, drawing a large sigh from her lips.

“Books, guides...practice.” She added the last one grimly. “The fact that I can perform surgery, on a mammal, puts be above the majority of people left in this world. I’m...quite simply, the only option. Thankfully, the groups around me see that—it’s partly why I can speak to them the way I do, to answer your previous question.” She shot a glance back at Joel, who tried to look indifferent to her words.

“Got it.” He added firmly, sounding distant or uninterested, despite being the one asking the damn questions.

“Just watch your brother and tell me if you see any bruising. His healing is going to take a few months, probably three to six, especially if you are wishing for him to rehabilitate so you can continue on your leisurely and murderous strolls.” She flashed a sarcastic grin, Joel huffing disapprovingly and looking away from her. “So, buckle up princess, cause you are going to owe me months of manual labour for two people...and I ain’t shy from being bossy.” She added with a smile, Joel immediately rolling his eyes.

“I can tell.”

[natashasfilms]

Chapter Seven - The First Look

Summary: While having to deal with personal issues in her life, Aria Kaul has to fight off monsters from another dimension after one of the kids she babysits goes missing.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

Series Masterlist

Aria, Jonathan, and Nancy were all walking through the woods, trying to look for any clues to this monster and possibly kill it. Aria was next to Jonathan while Nancy was a few feet behind. “Um, Jonathan,” Aria whispered to the point where you couldn’t even tell she was talking at all. “Remind me why Nancy Wheeler is here again?”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow before matching his voice level with hers. “What? You don’t like her?”

That made her widen her eyes and shake her head intensely. “Oh my God, no, no, no. I think she’s really cool, but…how did innocent Nancy Wheeler get wrapped up into this? I just can’t comprehend it.”

Jonathan chuckled and looked back, seeing that Nancy was paying no attention to either of them. “I guess she’s just full of surprises.” Aria turned her head back as well, a small smile forming on her face. Hopefully, maybe, she and Nancy can finally become friends.

After a little while of hiking, Nancy spoke up, walking next to Jonathan. “You never said what I was saying.”

Jonathan turned to her, confused. “What?”

“Yesterday. You thought I was saying something and that’s why you took my picture.” This must’ve happened when she left to go to the Wheeler’s house, Aria thought.

“Oh, uh...I don’t know,” Jonathan admitted. “My guess…I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else.” Aria looked up at him, lips pursed. “But for that moment...it was like you were alone, or you thought you were. And, you know, you could just be yourself.”

Nancy scoffed. “That is such bullshit.” Aria widened her eyes, her mouth hanging loosely.

“What?” Jonathan stammered, not expecting a reaction like that from the girl.

“I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I’m dating Steve and you don’t like him—”

“You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture.” Jonathan said.

There was a pause. “He’s actually a good guy.” Aria snickered, causing Nancy to look at her. “I’m serious. Yesterday, with the camera…” Nancy started to say. “Which, by the way, were some really fast reflexes.”

Aria shrugged. “So I’ve heard.”

Nancy continued proving her point. “He’s not like that at all. He was just being protective.”

“Yeah, that’s one word for it.” Jonathan responded.

“Oh, and I guess what you did was okay?”

“No, I... I never said that.”

“He had every right to be pissed—-and, and—-” Nancy turned to Aria again. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Steve because I know you two used to be best friends but, honestly, he’s not that bad.”

“Are you convincing me or yourself, Wheeler?” Aria shot, getting angry. She now suddenly remembered why she stayed away from Nancy and it was because of that one person. She didn’t like his name being brought up here and she wasn’t going to stay around and listen to Nancy try to prove her point so she walked ahead, walking further away from both Nancy and Jonathan. She could hear them bickering for a few more minutes until they stopped, now all of them walking in silence.

It was now dark and hard to see. The three had pulled out their flashlights to see where they were going. Aria was still ahead of the two, keeping a steady pace until she stopped when she heard whimpers not too far away.

This caused both Jonathan and Nancy to stop as well. “Ari?” Jonathan called out.

“Shut up,” she shushed him. It happened again and this time, the other two heard it too. “Do you guys hear that?”

“Yeah,” said Nancy, looking for the source of the sound. The three slowly walked towards it, making sure not to scare it away. It was scarier at night since it was hard to see. The whimpers grew louder as they searched for it, making them realize that they were getting closer.

They finally reached a tree and saw where the source of sound came from. It was from a deer. It was hurt and was bleeding out, the sight making Aria grimace.

“Oh, God,” Nancy breathed out. “It’s been hit by a car, we can’t just leave it.”

The three crouched down to take a closer look at it. Aria saw Jonathan pull out the gun from earlier and give it to Nancy. She looked at the deer and hesitated, which made Jonathan take back the gun and tell her that he’d do it instead.

“But, I thought you said—”

“I’m not nine anymore.” Jonathan said, cutting Nancy off.

They stood back up, Jonathan holding out his gun to shoot and the girls standing back. Nancy closed her eyes, not wanting to look at it while Aria nodded her head towards Jonathan, silently telling him to continue. She looked at the deer closely and her heart broke from the pain it was currently suffering. As she was staring at the deer, something growled and the deer disappeared, making the trio jump back in fear.

“What the fuck was that?” Aria said, her heart racing fast.

“I-I don’t know…” Jonathan replied, voice shaky.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asked, looking around. They looked around them, trying to find anything or the deer that was just in front of them moments ago but there was nothing. Aria flashed her flashlight over to the spot the deer was seconds ago to now only see blood and bones.

“What the hell…” Aria mumbled to herself. She moved her light slowly to the tree where she saw a dark opening, wet stuff dripping out from the edges. She tilted her head, eyebrows furrowed, before moving closer to it. She crouched down and used her flashlight to see the inside where there was a trail of blood going deeper in. “Jonathan!” She called out but there was no answer. “Nancy?” She looked around but didn’t see either of them.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly crawled in. This may be a bad idea, she knew that, but what’s the worst that could happen?

As she crawled in, she noticed there were web-like substances everywhere, sticking onto her clothes. She internally gagged, trying for it not to get to her too much. She stood up once she made it fully inside and took in her surroundings. It was dark and cold, almost like how she felt in her bathroom yesterday before the funeral. Her flashlight started to flicker as she walked a bit further in, causing her to smack it to get it to work again.

Then, she heard a growl close to her, making her gasp and turn around to see a creature devouring something. Her heart started to beat fast and her hands started to get sweaty. She tried to leave but couldn’t, wanting to know what that thing was. She stepped forward but accidentally stepped on something that made a loud noise that made the creature turn around and roar, its mouth shaped like a flower opening up and showing its millions of teeth.

Aria screamed and ran the other way as fast as she could.

[firstrespondershowobsessed]

Falling in love

Type: One-shot | Imagine about Connor Rhodes (Chicago MED) Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content Word Count: 4500+ Pairing: Connor + Lexi Enjoy!

"On my count……one two three," Lexi said as they slid the patient into the bed. "Talk to me," Connor said as he entered the room. "Lower stomach stab wound," Lexi said. "Blood pressure is tanking and heart rate is spiking," she said. "Is the bleeding under control?" Connor asked. "Yes for now but he needs surgery," Lexi said. "Alright let's get ready to transport,'' Connor said as he pulled up the bed rails.

Off they went to the OR room and Lexi went right into another room with another patient. Oh the fun of working in an ER, most nights it was never-ending.

"Another stab wound victim is coming in," Maggie said. "Send him my way," Lexi said. "Alright," Maggie said as she nodded and directed the paramedics to the trauma room where Lexi was at. "Where is the wound?" Lexi asked. "Lower stomach," The paramedic said. "Blood pressure is sinking fast, it was touch and go in the ambulance," she said. "PAGE CONNOR" Lexi yelled out. "OK on my count one two three," she said as she slid the patient onto the bed. "He's already in surgery," another nurse said. "Well someone needs to do surgery on this guy STAT or we will lose him," Lexi said as she pressed down on the wound. "What's the issue?" WIll said. "His bleeding isn't controlled and his blood pressure is sinking," Lexi said. "I got him, let's go," Will said as he pulled up the railings and they were off.

Lexi took her gloves off and went into the doctor's lounge. Just taking a breather as the ER was screaming with victims of a vicious attack at a concert. She took a deep breath in and cleared her head before heading back out to the ER. Jumping back into it not missing a beat. Around 3 am things finally calmed down and the ER was quiet.

"Finally a moment to breathe," Connor said as he sat down. "Yea I know right," Lexi said as she sat down next to him. "Was that guy ok?" she asked. "He's in the ICU, it's touch and go," Connor said. "I can't understand how someone could do this," She sighed. "I honestly have no clue," he said as he placed his hand on her leg. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea my feet hurt but I'm ok" she nodded.

She could feel her breath catch in her throat as he touched her. She just looked at him imagining a world where he was hers but in the real world, they were just friends. She took a deep breath in as she tried to slow her heart rate down. Will came into the doctor's lounge and sat down across from Lexi and Connor.

"Seriously, when are you two going to get together?" Will asked. "It's not like that and you know it," Connor said. "Yea" Lexi nodded, knowing she wanted more. "You already seem like you two are together with how close you two are," Will said. "Yea we are close but we are just friends," Connor said. "You want coffee?" Lexi said as she stood up, walking over to the counter. "Sure" both WIll and Connor answered.

She fixed them both coffee and placed them on the table before leaving the room. She checked with Maggie to see if anything else needed to be done before clocking out. She went to get changed and left before she could run into Connor again. Her feelings were growing stronger for him each day. Later on that night Connor stopped by her place with wine and a few games.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she answered the door. "It is Friday night so game night?" he asked as he walked inside. "Oh sure," She nodded as she closed the door. "I have wine and twister," he said as he took his jacket off. "Think we need a few drinks before we start," she said as she grabbed glasses. "Sounds good," he said as he poured their drinks

They had a few rounds of drinks before they started to play the game. Each one took a turn spinning and trying to match the colors. Before she knew it she was under him, twisted up in his arms.

"Ok right-hand green," he said as he moved his hand behind her, his arm wrapped around her stomach. "Ok, let's see if I can spin," she said as she spun. "Left foot on the red," she said as she moved her foot, her leg pressing against his manhood. "So glad we are good friends" he chuckled slightly before spinning. "Yea" she smiled as adjusted her arm, bringing herself closer to him. Breathing his scent almost made her lose the game.

He took another turn and moved his leg so now he was resting between her legs. She tried to stay focused but she was slipping under his spell. She took a turn and ended up moving again where she was pressed against his chest. Leaning into his neck as she kept her balance as he took another turn. He took another turn but this time when he went to move he slipped making them both fall. They were on the floor laughing as he moved off of her, lying beside her.

"Yea you were right Fridays are better off as game nights," she said as she sat up. "I wouldn't want to spend my night anywhere else," he said as he stood up, reaching for her hand. She grabbed it and stood up. "Why?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Because you are my closest friend since moving back here," he said. "Well I'm honored," she smiled as she looked at him. "I mean it, Lexi. I'm glad we have such an amazing friendship" he said. "I know Connor" she nodded as she handed him a bag of chips. "We need to eat or we will be hungover in the morning," she said. "True," he said as he took the bag of chips.

They sat on the couch and decided to watch a few shows. He started to nod off on the couch, she smiled to herself as she noticed it. She placed a blanket around him, running her hands through his hair.

"If only you knew," she said as she kissed his forehead. "Good night Connor" she whispered before laying on the other side of the couch.

In the morning he was woken up by the sunlight. She was opening the curtains allowing the morning sun into the room. He rubbed his eyes, realizing that he fell asleep on her couch. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and some aspirin before returning to him.

"Take these," she said as she handed him the aspirin and the water. "Thanks," he said. "I'm sorry for spending the night, I didn't mean to," he said. "It's ok," She nodded as she sat next to him. "Let me take you out for breakfast," he said. "That sounds good," She nodded.

He used her bathroom to freshen up before they walked down to a local cafe. He held the door open for her and told her to order whatever she wanted. Once she finished ordering she went to get them a table as he ordered his food. He walked over to the table and sat down with their drinks before sitting down across from her.

"Thank you," She said as she grabbed her drink, taking a sip. "No problem" he smiled as he watched her. "So what did you get?" she asked. "My normal" he nodded as he tried not to laugh. "What?" she asked. "You have cold foam on your lip," he said as he reached over, brushing his thumb against her lips. "Thank you," she said as she looked at him, her breath catching in her throat again. "No problem," he said as his hand lingered over her lips for a second longer than it should. "Over easy eggs with toast and bacon," the waiter said as she placed the plate in front of Lexi. "And eggs benedict and bacon for you," she said as she placed the plate in front of Connor. "Thank you," Connor nodded.

The conversation fell silent as they started to eat. Once they finished eating he cleaned up the table a little before they left. They walked back to her apartment and he leaned against his car. They said their goodbyes and went on with the rest of their day. When she entered her apartment she was greeted by the smell of him. She smiled as she sat on the couch, just thinking of Connor. She grabbed her favorite book and snuggled into the couch, just losing time in a book. She took it easy over the next few days before having another shift at the hospital. She was changing into her scrubs when she could hear the ER getting busy. She rushed out and went straight to work.

"Maggie, where do you want me?" Lexi asked. "You are with Connor," Maggie said. "I know but where am I needed right now?" Lexi asked. "Trauma two" Maggie nodded. "Alright," Lexi nodded and rushed into the room. "Patient is complaining of chest pain, BP is 143 over 67, and pulse rate is over 100," The paramedic said. "OK on my count. One two three" Lexi said as she pulled the patient onto the bed. "I said I was fine, this is UNNECESSARY," the patient said. "Well let's just look to make sure," Lexi said. "I'm not staying. LET ME GO" the patient said as he stood up. "Sir please sit down," Lexi said as she tried to control the situation. "NO, LET ME GO," the patient said as he pushed Lexi making her fall back against the wall. "HEY THIS IS MY ER SO SIT DOWN," Will said as he entered the room. "IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE THEN LEAVE BUT DON'T TOUCH MY NURSES '' Will said. "Lexi are you ok?" Connor said as he kneeled in front of her. "I-I don't know," Lexi said as she closed her eyes. "Hey, stay with me," he said as he grabbed her shoulders. "Look at me," he said. "Connor," She whispered. "I'm here but I need you to look at me, Open your eyes," Connor said as he picked her up, placing her on a stretcher. "I'm ok," She said. "Look at me," Connor said.

She finally opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. He checked her over to make sure she didn't have a head injury or a concussion. Thankfully she was fine and Connor could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How is she?" Will asked. "She's fine," Connor nodded. "Little shaken up but ok," Connor said. "Ok good, take a few moments" Will nodded. "Thank you," Lexi said. "Take your time," Connor said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm ready to go back" She nodded as she stood up. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yea" She nodded and walked past him.

She went back to work not missing a beat. Patient after Patient filled the ER and it was a busy day as normal. She leaned against the wall, just watching Connor work in the room in front of her. Allowing her imagination to get the better of her, she had it bad for him. The way his touch would set her on fire, the burning between her legs. Just the way his eyes would look into her soul, the way she wanted to taste him.

"LEXI I need you" Connor yelled. "Yea sorry" she shook her head as she rushed into the room with him. "Put your hand here and squeeze '' he said as he placed her hand over the patient's wound. "Don't let go," he said. "Wait what," she said as she kept her grip on whatever he just placed her hand on. "You are holding his artery in your hands, don't let go," he said as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. "Connor," she said as she looked at him. "It's ok" he looked at her. "I got it and I won't let go," she said as they started rolling towards the OR.

He placed a mask over her face, making sure she would be safe. He started the surgery and she didn't let go until he told her to let go. He finished up with the surgery before picking her back up and placing her on the floor. She excused herself to go get cleaned up and take a few-minute break.

"Sorry didn't mean to drag you into that" Connor said. "It's ok," she nodded. "I'm here to help," she smiled slightly. "How is your head feeling?" he asked. "I feel fine" she looked at him. "That's good" He sat next to her. "I just needed a breather," she said. "I know," he said.

She stood up and stretched for a second before grabbing a bottle of water. She took a few sips before going back onto the floor. He followed her example and went back onto the floor. After her shift, she was collecting her things when she noticed Connor was with another female. She watched him for a few seconds before realizing that she was probably his girlfriend. She grabbed her bag and left the ER without Connor noticing. She went home and tried her best to get him out of her mind. She knew she would never be enough for Connor. She wasn't his type and even he said they were just friends. It was time to realize that and it was painful to admit that she would never be with Connor. She knew she needed to distance himself from him before she fell in love with him more. She sat on her couch, leaning her head back, and closing her eyes. Her phone started to go off, she looked down and realized tonight was the night of the Charity event. She got ready for the party and left her apartment, Connor was outside waiting for her. She smiled and got into his car, the ride was pretty silent. Once they arrived she tried to keep her distance away from Connor but that was nearly impossible.

"What do you want to drink?" Connor asked as he placed his hand over her back. "Oh just water is fine," she nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, I am" She looked at him. "Water it is then: he said as he walked away from her. "Girl, you have it bad for him," Maggie said as she placed her arm around Lexi's arm. "Shhh," Lexi smiled. "You do," Maggie said. "I do but it would never work," Lexi said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "Because he's Connor Rhodes and I'm just Lexi," she said. "He cares about you," Maggie said. "Yeah and he has a girlfriend," Lexi said. "Wait, that girl today was his girlfriend?" Maggie asked. "I believe so," Lexi said. "I'm sorry," Maggie said. "It will be ok," she said before walking off when Connor walked back to Lexi. "Here you are my lady," he said as he handed her the bottle of water. "Thank you, sir," Lexi said as she grabbed the bottle. "I'm going to go talk to a few people," she said. "Well save me one dance please," he said. "I will," she nodded as she walked away from him.

They both went their different ways talking to as many people as they could. She tried her best to hide from Connor and talk to everyone at the party. He finally caught up to her and reached for her hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. "You sure can," she nodded as she grabbed his hand. "Thank you" he smiled as he led her onto the dance floor.

He placed her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arm around her. She moved closer to him as they swayed to the music. She rested her head against his chest as they continued to dance. Will decided to cut in and take Lexi by the hand.

"May I?" Will asked. "Sure," Lexi said as she moved over to him. "Not too far," Connor said as he walked away. "Well now since he's gone, can we talk?" Will asked as he moved them to the beat of the music. "Talk?" Lexi asked as she looked at Will. "Yea, when are you going to tell him?" Will asked. "What?" Lexi asked. "You are in love with him and he needs to know," Will said. "Does everyone know?" Lexi asked. "Everyone BUT Connor," Will said. "It's nothing Will and everything is fine," Lexi said. "You can try to convince yourself that but everyone sees it," he said. "Tell him," he said. "I will," Lexi said. "Good" WIll said as he spun Lexi right into Connors's arms. "Hey," Lexi said as she looked at him. "Hey," Connor said as he wrapped his arm around her.

She rested her head against his chest once again. Just taking in the moment because she knew she needed to distance herself from him. After the event ended he took her home and dropped her off. She went up to her apartment and went straight to sleep. Over a few days, she ignored messages from Connor and just focused on herself. On her next shift the moment she entered the ER she pulled Maggie to the side. She wanted to be assigned to Will and not Connor. At first, Maggie was confused but she caught on pretty quick. Maggie made the change into the computer and Lexi went into the locker room.

"Did I do something?" Connor asked as he walked into the locker room. "What?" Lexi asked. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Not that I know of, '' Lexi said as she was confused. "Then why have you been ignoring me and now you requested to change doctors," Connor said. "Oh I just wanted to learn new things from WIll" she nodded. "Did something happen?" he asked. "No, everything is fine," Lexi said as she walked past Connor. "Clearly not, why?" Connor asked as he stepped in front of her. "Nothing is wrong Connor, just wanted a change," she said as she moved from him. "I need my partner in crime," he said. "I'm sorry but I need to do this for myself," she said as she walked away.

She went on with her shift working under Will. It killed her to be away from Connor but it's what she needed to do. She would avoid him at all costs and he just couldn't understand why. It went on like this for a few weeks. Will didn't mind Lexi being with him but hated the reason for it. She would eat lunch up on the rooftop so she wouldn't run into Connor.

"Why are you up here all alone?" he asked as he walked to her table. "Just wanted fresh air," she said. "Lexi what's wrong?" he asked as he took a seat. "Nothing is wrong," she said. "I know you and this isn't you so tell me," he said. "Nothing to tell you, Connor," She said. "You won't even look at me," he said. "I've looked at you, stop being so dramatic," she said. "I'm not, nothing has been the same since the night of the Charity event," he said. "Everything is fine," she said. "Lexi please," he said. "Connor, everything is fine," she said.

As painful as it was, she kept a smile on her face. She wanted nothing more than to run back to him, make him her partner again but she knew this was for the best. She wasn't good enough for him and that killed her since she was already in love with him. She finished her lunch and had small talk with Connor. It was killing him not knowing what was wrong or what he had done wrong. She cleaned up her mess and went back down to the ER as he did the same.

"Will, can I talk to you?" Connor asked. "Sure what's up?" Will asked. "Is Lexi acting weird or am I just bugging out?" Connor asked. "She's been acting fine with me," Will said. "But she's been so distant from me, I don't understand," Connor said. "Have you talked to her?" Will asked. "Yes, and she said everything is fine but clearly it's not" Connor sighed. "I'm sorry man, I don't know what to tell you, '' Will said as he went back to work.

Connor went back to work and tried to push the thought of Lexi being mad at him away. After the end of the shift, he rushed to the locker room to talk to Lexi but he was already gone. He wandered back into the ER, looking for Lexi. He noticed Will and Maggie talking so he decided to eavesdrop.

"Has Lexi told him?" Will asked. "No she hasn't because she saw him with another girl," Maggie said. "That was his sister," Will sighed. "Why won't she tell him?" Will asked. "Because she feels like she isn't enough for him," Maggie said. "But she's in love with him," Will said. "But does he feel the same?" Maggie asked. "I don't know, he was asking about her today," Will said. "Oh," Maggie nodded. "Well I guess eventually he will figure it out," she said as they left the hospital. "Lexi is in love with me?" Connor said to himself as he watched them walk out.

He left the hospital and on the drive over to Lexi's place he realized he also had feelings for her. They might not be as strong as Lexi but he was also in love with her. It took losing her as a partner to realize his true feelings. He rushed up the stairs to her apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.

"Hold on, I'm coming," She said as he walked to the door. "Connor," she said as she opened the door.

He didn't say anything as he looked at her. He cupped her cheeks in his hands as he leaned in kissing her softly. She was taken back by his actions but she didn't pull away. It took a second before she started to kiss him back, placing her hand on his chest. He pushed her back into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot. He moved her backward to the bedroom, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He laid her back against the bed, moving over the top of her. Moving his lips against her neck as his hand slipped under her shirt. Gripping her hips as he continued to suck against her neck. She laid her head back and allowed her moans to escape from her lips. He gripped her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. She slipped his shirt off as well, tossing it to the side. Running her hand up and down his chest, moving down to his hips. They made quick work of each other's clothes leaving them both naked. He moved between her legs as he leaned down kissing her again. Moving slowly down her body, sucking gently as he went down. Went between both of her breasts, nibbling at her nipple. Allowing her moans to guide him to what she likes. He kissed down her stomach, moving down between her legs. Kissing up her thighs making his way to her womanhood. He parted her lips with his tongue before sucking gently against her nub. She placed her hand on the back of his head as he was between her legs. Arching her back as she was edging closer to a climax. He smirked as he started to move back up her body, making his way back to her lips.

"Don't worry it will be worth it" he whispered into her ear as he pushed himself into her. "Connor" she moaned as their bodies connected. "Yea moan my name," he said as he started to thrust into her.

She wrapped her arms around his, scratching his back as he hit the right spot with each thrust. He placed her legs around his hips, gripping her ass as they moved as one. Placing his lips back against her neck as he moaned against her. Once she was closed to the edge again he moved his hips differently bringing her to her climax. He gripped her hips, keeping her place as she rode out the climax. Screaming and grabbing the sheets as she arched into him. Once she came down he pulled out and turned her around onto all fours. Gripping her shoulders as he thrust into her. Slapping her ass as he thrust, bringing himself to a climax. He gripped her hips and thrust a few more times as he climaxed. He lay on the bed trying to catch his breath, she lay beside him trying to do the same. It was silent but blissful, she didn't know what to say. He turned so he was laying on his side, looking at her. He placed his hand against her stomach, tracing little patterns. She turned her head to look at him, looking into his eyes.

"I love you" he spoke softly. "Connor," she whispered. "No seriously, I didn't realize it right away but I love you" he brushed the hair from her face. "Who told you?" she asked. "Noone, Once you left me, you were the only thing on my mind," he said. "And when I was coming over here I realized my feelings," he said. "Connor let's not do this," she said as she sat up, grabbing a blanket. "I'm serious Lexi," he said as he grabbed her hand. "I'm in love with you," he said. "I'm not your type," she said. "I'm not enough," she said. "I don't know who told you that but you are perfect to me" he cupped her cheeks in his hand. "You are too good for me," he whispered. "You are just saying that," she said. "I'm not, I mean it," he said as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "You have someone," she said. "That girl you saw me with was my sister," he said. "A distant sister but my sister" he looked at her. "Connor" she started to say before he leaned in and kissed her again. "I'm in love with you Lexi," He said. "I'm in love with you Connor" she whispered.

He smiled as he kissed her softly, pulling her close to him. They laid back in the bed and she rested her head against his chest. They drifted off to sleep but she really couldn't sleep. She laid there against his chest, not believing what actually just took place. He was finally hers and she couldn't believe it, but her heart was screaming. She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly before snuggling closer to him. She ended up falling asleep against his chest. On her next shift, she made sure to tell Maggie to switch her back to Connor. Everything in the ER was right again because the duo of Connor and Lexi were back together, in more ways than just one.