#((make you go through snippets of the other levels))

[noisilyscreechingsong]

It’s canon that Jason Todd had a brother named Danny Todd. All we know is he died being a look out for a local gang. Who’s to say he didn’t die at the age of fourteen and come back? Maybe the Fentons were investigating the levels of ectoplasm in the area and somehow got their hands on an amnesic kid who died and didn’t quite stay dead? Perhaps they wanted to make him their side experiment, or they wanted to see if they can teach it to be good and not evil. Who knows. But as soon at Danny steps foot in Gotham, the entity of Gotham is there to greet him, welcome him home and remind him of who he was. And does he remember.

Danny is just a year or two younger than Dick and he was supposed to be starting a new job in the R&D department of WE. Instead he’s pushed back his start date to do research.

Of course, the first thing he looks up is his family, his original family that he can’t believe he forgot, to find out his mother, his father, and his little baby brother are all dead and buried. He has to take a break to sob uncontrollably on the kitchen floor for a while before gathering himself back up to find out what happened. He is unimpressed with the lack of information on Jason’s death, but he did find lots on his adoption to mister rich guy Brucie Wayne.

So it’s with almost no hesitation that after finding every single article and snippet he can on his brother and still find it lacking, he drives his motorcycle, that he built himself thank you, to Wayne Manor where he rang the buzzer repeatedly with a little too much force.

It takes him a while to finally bully his way through the gates, arguing with the butler and telling little white lies of ‘of course I don’t want to harm Mr. Wayne, I just need to ask him some questions’.

Sure he could have waited and got close to him through his new job or had some other cunning plan, but Danny has always been a straightforward kind of person and that didn’t change after his death. No, he prefers to get what he wants straight from the source.

That’s how he ends up pacing the length of the sitting room the British guy left him in with a deep glare and tense shoulders.

It was a nice place. Clean. Taken care of. Expensive. Jason lived here once upon a time. Too bad it didn’t last.

Mr. Wayne does show, surprisingly, and takes the time to assess him like a threat as he BS’s him with a ditzy expression.

Danny walks right up to him and sticks out his hand to shake because Jazz raised him with manners.

“Mr. Wayne,” he greets with a stiff nod.

Mr. Wayne hesitantly takes the offered hand.

“Uh, nice to meet you, I’m sorry, Alfred didn’t tell me your-“

As soon as the handshake is over Danny socks him with a right hook straight to the face. The force throws him back a few steps but he recovers quickly. Danny shakes out his hand.

“My name is Danny Fenton. Before that though my name was Danny Todd.” He sees Wayne’s eyes widen a bit in recognition. The next part didn’t really need to be said but he did it anyway. “My little brother was Jason and no I don’t have proof so you’ll just have to take my word for it. You are going to tell me exactly how he died and I’m not leaving here until you do.”

His words had fallen back into his Gotham Crime Alley accent with how emotional he was. He forgot how he even used to talk. How does that even happen?

He walks back to sit on the couch, getting comfortable because he has a feeling this guy will drag this out like pulling teeth.

“I’ll ask Alfred to get some refreshments,” Wayne says after several minutes of silence.

“You do that.”

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 1

Post is under a cut due to length.

There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media user's post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and played the game. nb, this post is more of a 'info that came out in snippets from articles and social media posts' collection rather than a 'regurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay reveal' post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this. if you notice any mistakes in this post, please tell me.

as this post hit a kind of character limit, there will probably be at least 1 more post. :)

Character Creation

CC is vast [source] and immensely detailed [source]

We will enter CC straight after Varric's opening narration [source]

You are given 5 categories to work your way through in CC: Lineage, Appearance, Class, Faction, Playstyle. Each of these has a range of subcategories within them. There are 8 subcategories within the "head" subcategory" in "Appearance" alone [source]

Lineage dictates things like race (i.e. human, elf, dwarf, qunari) and backstory [source]

Backstories include things like factions. Factions offer 3 distinct buffs each [source]

There are dozens and dozens of hairstyles [source]

There are separate options for binary and non-binary pronouns and gender [source]

"BioWare's work behind the scenes, meanwhile, goes as deep as not only skin tones but skin undertones, melanin levels, and the way skin reacts differently to light" [source]

CC has a range of lighting options within it so that you can check how the character looks in them [source]

There are a range of full-body customization options such as a triangular slider between body types and individual settings down to everything from shoulder width to glute volume [source]. There are "all the sliders [we] could possibly want". The body morpher option allows us to choose different body sizes [source]

All body options are non-gendered [source]

They/them pronouns are an option [source]

Rook can be played as non-binary [source]

Individual strands of hair were rendered separately and react remarkably to in-game physics [source]

Special, focused attention was paid to ensuring that hairstyles "come across as well-representative, that everyone can see hairstyles that feel authentic to them, even the way they render" [source]

The game uses strand hair technology borrowed in part from the EA Sports games. The hair is "fully-controlled by physics," so it "looks even better in motion than it does here in a standstill" [source]

The ability to import our choices from previous games is fully integrated into CC. This will take the form of tarot cards - "you can go into your past adventures" and this mechanic tells you what the context was and what decision you want to make [source]

In CC we will also be able to customize/remake our Inquisitor [source]

A core tenet of the game is "be who you want to be" [source]

There are presets for all 4 of the game's races (human, elf, dwarf, qunari), in case detailed CCs overwhelm you [source]

Story

The story is set 9 years since Inquisition [source]

The Inquisitor will appear [source]

Other characters refer to the PC as Rook [source]. This article says they are "the Rook" [source]

The ability to import our choices from previous games is fully integrated into CC. This will take the form of tarot cards - "you can go into your past adventures" and this mechanic tells you what the context was and what decision you want to make [source]

The prologue is quite lengthy. A narrated intro from Varric lays the groundwork with some lore and explains about Solas [source]. In this Varric-narrated opening section, the dwarf recaps the events of previous games and explains the motivations of Solas [source] (Fel note/speculation: this sounds like this cinematic that we saw on DA Day 2023)

What happens first off is that Rook, who is working with Varric, is interrogating a bartender about the whereabouts of a contact in Minrathous who can help them stop Solas. The bartender does not play nice and we are presented with our first choice: talk the bartender down or intimidate them aggressively [source]

The first hour of the game is "a luxurious nighttime romp through a crumbling city under a mix of twinkling starlight and lavish midnight blue" (Minrathous) [source]. The game begins with a tavern brawl (depending on dialogue options) and a stroll through Minrathous in search of Neve Gallus, who has a lead on Solas [source]. Minrathous then comes under attack [source] by demons [source] (Fel note/speculation: it sounds like the demo the press played is what we saw in the Gameplay Reveal). Off in the distance is a vibrant, colorful storm where Solas is performing his ritual. [source] Eventually we come upon Harding. [source] and Neve. Rook and co enter a crumbling castle, where ancient elf secrets pop up, "seemingly just for the lore nerds". [source] Then we teleport to Arlathan Forest, have a mini boss fight with a Pride Demon, and there is the climactic confrontation with Solas. After a closing sequence, at this point it is the end of the game's opening mission. [source] (Fel note/speculation: So the Gameplay Reveal showed the game's opening mission)

The action in the story's opening parts starts off quite quick from the sounds of things: the devs wanted to get the player right in to the story. because, “Especially with an RPG where they can be quite lore-heavy, a lot of exposition at the front and remembering proper nouns, it can be very overwhelming.” [source]

BioWare wanted to make the beginning of Dragon Age: The Veilguard feel like the finale of one of their other games [source]

Rook's Faction will be referenced in dialogue [source]

Minrathous is beautiful, with giant statues, floating palaces, orange lantern glow and magical runes which glow green neon. These act "like electricity" as occasional signs above pubs and stores [source]

The story has a lot of darkness tonally. These dark parts of the game contain the biggest spoilers [source]. However, the team really wanted to build in contrast between the dark and light moments in the game, as if everything is dark, nothing really feels dark [source]

Our hub (like the Normandy in ME or Skyhold in DA:I) is a place called The Lighthouse [source] (Fel note/speculation: I guess this screenshot shows the crew in The Lighthouse? ^^)

Each companion has a very complex backstory, their own problems, and deep motivations. These play out through well-fleshed out character arcs and missions that are unique to them but which are ultimately tied into the larger story [source]

We will make consequential decisions for each character, sometimes affecting who they are in heart-wrenching ways and other times joyously [source]

Decisions from previous DA games will be able to be carried over, it will just work a bit differently this time [source]. The game will not read our previous saves. For stuff pertaining to previous games/choices, players will not have to link their accounts [source]

Characters, companions, romance

Varric is a major character [source]

Every companion is romanceable [source]

BioWare tried to make each character's friendship just as meaningful, regardless of romance [source]

If you don't romance a character, they may end up romancing each other [source]

There will be some great cameos [source]. Some previous characters are woven into the game [source]

Companion sidequests/optional content relating to companions is highly curated when it involves their motivations and experiences [source]

We could permanently lose some companions depending on our choices [source]

Our choices can influence if characters get injured and what they think about us [source]

The bonds Rook forges with companions determine how party members grow and what abilities become available [source]

Each companion has a very complex backstory, their own problems, and deep motivations. These play out through well-fleshed out character arcs and missions that are unique to them but which are ultimately tied into the larger story [source]

We will make consequential decisions for each character, sometimes affecting who they are in heart-wrenching ways and other times joyously [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc

Each class (warrior, rogue, mage) has 3 specializations. The ones for Rogue are duelist, saboteur and Veil ranger [source]. (Fel note/speculation: Veil ranger reminds me of Bellara. Maybe this is her 'spec' too?)

Duelist gameplay involves a sharp combination of dashes, parries, leaps, rapid slashes and combos [source]

Faction-related buffs include being able to hold an extra potion or do extra damage against certain enemies [source]

Individual strands of hair were rendered separately and react remarkably to in-game physics [source]

Playstyle settings include custom, distinct difficulty settings for options as granular as parry windows, meaning "players who might fancy that playstyle but typically struggle with the finer points of combat can give it a go" [source]

Combat mechanics is a mix of real-time action and pause and play. Pausing brings up a radial menu split into 3 sections: companions to the left and right, Rook's skills at the bottom, and a targeting system at the top which helps get in focus on certain enemies. [source]. In the pause system you can queue up your whole party's attacks [source]

Tapping or holding the shoulder button pauses the game, allowing us to stop the action and issue orders to companions [source]

There is a system of specific enemy resistances and weaknesses [source]. Weaknesses and resistances plays a big role in combat and abilities are designed to exploit these accordingly [source]. An example is that "one character might be able to plant a weakening debuff on an enemy, and another enemy might be able to detonate them" [source]

There is a vast skill tree of unlockable options [source]

You can set up specific companions with certain kits, e.g. to tackle specific enemy types, to being more of a support, or as flexible all-rounders [source]

Healing magic returns [source]

Abilities can change together with elaborate results, e.g. one companion using a gravity well attack that sucked enemies together, another using a slowing move to keep them in place, and Rook using a big AOE to catch them all at once [source]

A shortcut system lets you map a few abilities to a smaller pinned menu at the bottom of the screen [source]

There are class-specific resource systems. For example, Rogue has "momentum", which builds up as Rook lands consecutive hits [source]

Each class will always have a ranged option [source]

Rogue Rook can do a sort of 'hip fire' option with a bow, letting you pop off arrows from the waist [source]

Warriors can throw their shield at enemies, and can build an entire playstyle around that using the skill tree [source]

There is light platforming gameplay [source]

The game runs on the latest iteration of the Frostbite engine [source]

The game targets 60 fps

On consoles it will feature performance and quality modes so we can choose our preferred visual fidelity [source]

The game is mission based [source]. Some levels that we go to do open up, some with more exploration than others. "Alternate branching paths, mysteries, secrets, optional content you're going to find and solve." [source]

Everything is hand-touched, hand-crafted and highly curated [source]

Some sidequests and optional content is highly curated, especially when it involves the motivations and experiences of the companions. In others we may be investigating for example a missing family, with an entire open bog environment to search for clues and a way to solve the disappearance [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc continued, after the above bullet list hit a character limit

There is sophisticated animation cancelling and branching. Gameplay is action-like, and the design centers around dodging, countering, and using risk-reward charge attacks designed to break enemy armor layers [source]

The dialogue wheel returns [source]. It gives truncated summaries of the dialogue options rather than the full line that the character is going to say [source]

The bonds Rook forges with companions determine how party members grow and what abilities become available [source]

For stuff pertaining to previous games/choices, players will not have to link their accounts [source]

We can play the game fully offline [source]

There are no microtransactions [source]

The game itself is not as cell-shaded in look as the first trailer looked [source]

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[55sturn]

wedding date!chris

ib: anyone who has written this trope! pls reply w their users so i can tag!

he was desperate to see you after months of no contact. the two of you had been the best of friends. from the age of seven, the two of you were nearly impossible to separate. you did everything together, wherever one went, the other was right beside them. and chris was absolutely enamoured by you from day one, which is why no one in his family could fathom how easily he let you walk away.

when the two of you began experimenting with one another sexually, chris blatantly ignored the warning signs going off on his brain. he just wanted you so incredibly bad, that he’d take you in whatever way you gave yourself to him. he didn’t care that he was putting almost seventeen years of friendship on the line. he was in love with you, but there were so many thoughts, doubts, fears, and insecurities firing off deep inside his mind that prevented him for telling you how he felt.

you weren’t stupid, you saw the way chris looked at you like you were the only person in the room that mattered. you saw the way he treated you, he treated you like you were more important than everyone else, the same way he treats his momma. you were, and still are, everything to chris. you saw the way he felt, he didn’t need words to say it, and the only reason you noticed it, is because it mirrored your own feelings. but you were waiting for chris to say something, to do something that didn’t end with you laying between his sheets.

and you got tired of waiting. the ball was in his court, and you had expected him to make the next move after you used the idea of sleeping together causally as a potential gateway to something more. but he never did anything. and it killed you.

you were a big believer in “if they want to, they will.” and you so badly wanted to believe that chris wanted you in the same way you wanted him. you really thought that he was going to take it to a serious level with you, and when you realized that he was treating less like you were the only thing that mattered, and more like every girl he’s been with before, you took your leave. you knew you deserved more than to be stuck waiting for a guy, even if he was your best friend, to decide if he wanted you.

and when you received a text from chris, your heart dropped. you didn’t know how to respond. because let’s be honest, how the fuck were you supposed to respond to the guy you fell in love with at the age of thirteen asking you to be his date to a family friend’s wedding after six months of no contact whatsoever? how the fuck were you supposed to respond after going from being apart of every milestone, big and small, to watching his life through videos and pictures on the internet, only getting updates through the small snippets he shared with his fans? and that’s what hit you the hardest, you were no longer someone that got a closer look at the inner workings of his life, private and public, but rather, you were living the same life as his fans. and you weren’t a fan, you couldn’t, and would not, let yourself live like that anymore.

not when you knew what songs he preferred when he was sad and driving around to clear his head, not when you knew that he’d make and eat his mom’s homemade soup when he was homesick, or that he always sent pictures of your favourite things to his mom when you were busy, or how he looked and sounded during his most intimate and vulnerable moments.

so, you took the time to carefully craft your response. agreeing to be his date, but only if the two of you could meet up somewhere and actually talk about what went wrong before you showed up to the wedding as his plus one.

and chris’ head was spinning as he read the text, he agreed without even knowing if you were still living in the same slightly run-down apartment complex just a few blocks away, and if you were, he was going to kick his own ass. because how could he let things get so bad between the two of you, how could he let you go, and remained unbothered by him for six months while being a ten minute walk away from him half the time? and when he found out that you were only ten minutes away from him, he was quick to show up at your apartment the next night at a quarter to midnight.

you were in the middle of drying your hair and getting your work uniform ready when a hefty series of knocks rattled against your door, it startled you slightly but your nerves calmed when you figured it was just your neighbour asking you to watch her sick cat while she ran to the corner store again, but as you opened the door, your heart rate spiked as you met the eyes of the very man that haunted your thoughts and dreams every night.

“chris, why are you here?”

STAR’S CORNER i started texting vi abt this idea and i needed to get it out rq, so let me know if u want me to keep building on this lil blurb !! also chapter one of SHUT UP MY MOM’S CALLING is possibly dropping late saturday night <3

© 55STURN 2025 ! REBLOGS OF MY WORK ARE NOT EXPECTED BUT GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[world-of-aus]

This One's For You

Pairing: hockey player!bucky x NHL Photographer! Reader

Warning: Bucky barnes being a heartthrob

Authors Note: another snippet of Bucky and hotshot 🤭

The arena is a buzz of excitement; gold and black line one side, red and blue line the other, the two colors meeting and molding in the middle of each side. You’re at ice-level behind the protective barrier of Plexi-glass as you wait like the many fans for the game to start. Your equipment sits on your chair – a lone stool that has unfortunately seen better days. As you go to get your camera set up you feel your phone vibrate in the confines of your jean pocket.

Plucking your phone from your jeans you see an unread message from Natasha waiting to be opened. A picture of your jacketed back stares back at you, the message below reading,

‘You’d look so much better with your jacket off, a certain right defenseman would agree with me.’

‘It’s cold!’ you shoot back.

‘I left the apartment with you this morning, you have a long sleeve under, black one, remember?”

You curse your roommate under your breath, another message popping up below that one.

‘Take it Off or I’ll personally go take it off!’

‘Shouldn’t you be taking pre-game photos?’

A moment later a photo of Bucky walking in through the backstage of the arena is taking up your screen, he’s wearing a tailored suit, his hair lazily slicked back as he winks at the camera, his all too pink lips curled in a wicked smile. Your heart skips a beat in your chest, your teeth capturing the smile that threatens to break through.

‘Now take it off.’

‘So bossy’ you mutter under your breath as you take off your jacket, your jersey that she gifted you for your birthday now on full display.

‘Happy now?’

Her text takes a while to come in and only then do you realize why when her text comes in with Bucky’s contact attached. A picture of you adorning his jersey pops up a message appearing shortly after.

‘See now that looks so much better! Woops wrong chat..’

You whip your head around trying but failing miserably to find the blonde in question. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

‘Looking Good Hot Shot! Drinks on me after the win..”

‘At least take her to dinner first Barnes.. 😉’

Your cheeks are warm despite the cool air of the arena nipping at your skin as you read the messages transpiring between the two.

‘He didn’t mean it like that Tasha! Besides he’d need to secure a win against the Rangers first.’ is your odd lame of an attempt to dust away any feelings between the two of you your friend is trying to make appear out of thin air.

‘The win was in the bag the second you stepped foot into the arena Hot shot, you wearing my name was just an added bonus, oh I totally meant it like that but can the drinks be on you instead?’ 😉'

‘With all those puck bunnies sporting your last name throwing themselves at you I doubt you’ll remember, but given the chance you remember drinks can be on me.’

“Stop sabotaging yourself.” You jump slightly, hand on your racing chest as you look over your shoulder finding Natasha, her gear tossed over her shoulder, lanyard laid against her chest. She gives you a pointed stare, “you and Barnes have been doing this same old dance for some time now and it’s getting tiring y/n.” She shakes her head at you, “Not like that, this whole will they won’t they, we’re rooting for the two of you y/n. He’s not Brock,” she murmurs her hand reaching out for yours. “He’s reaching, barring his hand to you – you just need to meet him halfway and trust that he’ll catch you, we all know he will, we’re all just waiting for you – he’s waiting for you.”

You suck in a breath at her words, she knew where your uncertainty came from when allowing yourself to feel anything for the bruin's player, “but what if he doesn’t, you saw how -” you shake your head not willing yourself to go back there.

Both your phones vibrate in your hands but you only see yours,

‘Not letting you back out now hotshot because the only bunny I’ll be chasing is you tonight, hopefully the drinks taste as sweet as you.’

Natasha’s grin is evident as she closes in on you one arm going around you as she hooks he chin on your shoulder. “You see!” she points at the screen you still look at. “You’re not wrong about all the puck bunnies sporting his name wanting an inkling of his time, but he only has eyes for you, let him know you see him right back y/n.”

She’s grinning squeezing your arm as she reads your reply,

‘Hope you run just as good as you skate Barnes.’

Natasha throws her head back on a laugh as you pocket your phone reaching for your camera as you get into position the announcements popping up on the screen. “This game just got so much better!”

Red and blue lights flood the arena, the sea of Rangers fans standing tall, getting loud as their teams players flash across the screen. The players glide onto the ice from their opening, circling the arena as they hype their crowd. You’re quick to take notice of a few of the players lingering on your side egging the opposing teams' fans on. It’s short-lived as the screen changes, shades of black and gold flashing, the Bruins players coming onto the screen. The crowd behind you roars in excitement Natasha joining in as you lift your lens, they come in fast and hot as they circle the arena in the same manner. You’re quick to get shots in rapid succession, focusing in on a few personal shots at the player’s that are closest to you.

You spot Sam, the camera finding him easily as he does what he does best. He always gets a kick out of warming up the crowd, getting them riled up for the game. It puts him in the headspace he needs to ensure his team a win. Your camera spots Steve next, he’s gliding closer to where you and Natasha are, a grin pulls at your lips, heartwarming for your friend who gets herself closer to the glass. You capture the moment he comes to a stop in front of the Plexi-glass his gloved hand pressing against where her’s already rests waiting. You lean back a bit to get both of them in the shot you know Natasha would be requesting that photo by the end of the night.

“Kick some ass out there Rogers, give me something to celebrate tonight.”

The dirty blonde taps the glass throwing a wink her way, “Good luck out there Stevie!” you call out, as he turns to skate to where Sam is. A tap on the glass has you turning your head in the other direction, the crowd seemingly getting louder as Bucky approaches you from the opposite side of the glass. You bring your camera up to capture him, a breathtaking smile cutting his lips as he stares at you through the lens of your camera. You notice he doesn’t get as close as Steve does, but he only has eyes for you as he glides across, “this one's for you hotshot!”

“Good luck out there B!” You hide your smile behind the lens of your camera capturing the grin that splits his lips before he’s turning to the call of his name.

The referee's whistle kicks off the game, and its as good of a game as Natasha said it would be.

You don’t set your camera down for a single second of the game as you focus on the players on the ice and capturing ‘the shot’. You’ve managed to dodge a few pucks and players that have flown your way into the glass. It’s fast paced, brutal even as both teams fight to secure that win.

It’s down to the wire now, the crowd is tense as they watch their teams leave it all on the ice. Your cameras resting against your chest, Natasha gripping your hand in hers as your eyes follow the players. “C’mon c’mon, bring it home!” she pleads. You catch the moment Steve begins his move for the winning shot, your camera coming up to follow the game behind the lens of your camera. Bucky and Sam stay in Steve’s line of sight as he passes the puck to Sam, Sam then glides forward Bucky just a few feet off to his side to get the puck from the left defenseman. Capturing the moment Sam makes the pass, you hold your breath as Bucky swings, the buzzer sounds a split second after, the roar of the crowd loud behind you as Natasha jumps into your side her own yells of victory loud in your ear.

“He did it! Y/n he fucking did it!!” She screams shaking you.

You can’t find your voice as your camera shutters away, but the way your heart races, the smile parting your lips gives way to the emotion filling your chest.

“C’mon let’s go!” Natasha urges pulling you along to get the two of you out onto the ice.

You thought the excitement was palpable behind the glass, but it’s electric out on the ice with the celebrating team. You’re capturing as many images of the teams victory as you can before Natasha spots the guys urging you on. You let her go capturing the moment Steve gets her in his arms, the kiss the two share between them. You find Wilson next he’s all smiles at you and your camera as he glides towards you. You lower the lens momentarily to let him pull you in for a bone crushing hug, “you guys did it, I’m so proud of you Sammy!”

His lips press to your head, “it was all for you hotshot, I’ve got to say when your boys determined, he’s determined,” he grins as he pulls away to look down at you.

“It wasn’t just for me, it was for the fans, for the team.” You lamely argue.

His grin only grows, “yeah? Tell him that then.” And then he’s gliding off to the side towards where Natasha and Steve wait. Bucky stands feet away from you grin on his lips, his hair a sweaty mess, your camera comes up. Each shutter brings him closer to you till you have no other choice but to lower the device and take all of him in. He’s barely got his arms open enough before you’re eating up at the last foot between the two of you your arms going around him.

“You did it B, you won!”

His arms wrap tighter around you, his nose buried in your hair, “I told you hotshot, this one was for you and I meant it.”

You lean back taking in the right defenseman, there’s that smile, the one you always find directed at you. “You did, didn’t you,” you breathe unable to look away. “Guess the drinks really are on me tonight.”

He chuckles grin splitting his lips further, “don’t think that’ll be the only thing on you tonight,” he murmurs pulling you closer, his head lowering to yours, he stops just before his lips brush yours. “you gonna let me catch you hotshot?”

“Yeah B. I think I am.”

[eloiseloves]

My Robby x Abbot Season 2 Hopes:

it’s Abbot running the show on night shift and he’s been dreading it for weeks, knowing the Fourth of July is a tumultuous time for him. Torn between wanting to stay home and forget about it or go to work and hopefully be distracted.

Robby is off, done with his day shift and ready to sleep, but he can’t turn his brain off, well aware what day it is and what the ER will look like for Abbot. He worries, he worries a lot, and he can’t sleep. He knows maybe more than anyone else in Jack’s life how PTSD affects him though the other man is not very forthcoming about it and all he can think about is Jack shouldering everything alone tonight.

Robby passes the time watching tv, reading, watching fireworks on the news, etc. but he can’t stop wondering if Abbot is okay. His texts go unanswered but that can be chalked up to the ER craziness. Sleep does NOT come for him and eventually he gives up and decides he’s not going to be able to rest until he sees Abbot. So at 2am he makes his way back to the hospital, under the guise of popping in to help, or picking up something he forgot, he hasn’t decided his excuse yet but everything slips away when he shows up and Bridget clocks him with an immediate “Thank God you’re here.” And a nod to the roof.

Robby bypasses everyone, cuts through chairs, ignores the surprised calls of his name until he reaches the roof. Jack’s not on the edge, like he semi expected, and the absence of him sends his heart racing in a way the image of him ready to jump doesn’t. Has he already done it?

But no, Robby spots Jack tucked into a corner between the wall and a generator, knees pulled to his chest and eyes blank, thousand yard stare obvious a mile a way. His stethoscope lies across the ground like it fell there and went unnoticed. Fireworks are bright but muted noise on the horizon and Robby imagines it doesn’t help with wherever Jack's mind has taken him to. Robby instead places himself in Jack's line of sight, sitting cross legged on the ground across from him, large frame blocking out the fireworks behind.

Abbot still stares right through him, and Robby know better than to touch him, but he begins to talk to him, tells him a bunch of nonsense hospital gossip, the shenanigans his cat pulled lately, the dismal state of his favourite hockey team, until a little recognition begins to flicker through Jack's eyes.

Once Robby is sure Jack has recognized him and knows he's there, Robby reaches out and ever so gently pries his fingers, white-knuckled, from around his legs, and draws his leg out across his lap. Robby slowly and softly takes the pant leg of his scrubs and rolls it up, giving him ample time to stop him. This is intimate, even for them, close friends as they are, but it feels right and apprehension is no where to be found. When Robby's warm hands close around his stump, and gentle fingers begin unbuckling his prosthetic, Jack's eyes finally meet his, awareness fully back with him now.

Robby removes the prosthetic but doesn't let go of Jack's leg, dragging a gentle hand over his stump in a tender massage. A move that Jack - fiercely independent and proud - has never let anyone do. He doesn't say anything, just let's Robby touch him and breathes into the comforting space between them. "You can tell me about it, you know? If you ever feel like talkin'." Robby breaths. Jack never discusses his tours with anyone, beyond clinical facts or surface level details, but Robby knows he struggles with the things he doesn't say.

For a long time, Jack doesn't answer. Robby thinks he isn't going to say anything at all, but eventually, he murmurs, "I don't want you to have to bear this weight too, I don't want this to hurt you like it hurts me. I can't do that to you."

It takes Jack a long time to get out of this mindset, but he eventually brings himself to talk to Robby, first in little snippets, whispered between them to gauge his reaction, then eventually bigger, heavier experiences. Eventually one night, Jack shows up on his doorstep sweaty and wrecked from night terrors and Robby shepherds him inside, stands with him in the shower so he doesn't slip, and tucks him into bed. In the blackness of night, Jack begins to talk about everything and slowly, Robby becomes integral to his PTSD support system, figuring out how to manage and live with it, how to get Jack out of flashbacks, etc.

They evolve from friendship into a full blown relationship as they care for each other, but it seems like a small thing compared to everything else. It doesn't change much between them, nor does it change their day to day besides the addition of sex and moving in together. They don't tell anyone at work, but they do tell Dana because they know she'd clock it a mile away anyways, and they tell her by inviting her and her husband over for dinner, sharing laughs and gossip and wine, and it's not a big thing either, but the trust between them and between Dana is steady and reassuring, and Dana's grinning ear to ear because she saw this coming years ago.

[senseearly]

The panels of Mithrun's squad caring, in their own little ways, for Mithrun are so important to me.

Much like Kabru, they don't have to go beyond what was asked of them. They just needed to follow orders; they needed to make sure he stays well and alive; they needed to fulfill the mission. And yes, they do all of these.

And yet:

They didn't need to do all of those. Lycion telling Kabru to give Mithrun space. Cithis wanting Kabru to keep talking so Mithrun has to hear it. Everyone's suggestions of what Mithrun can still do and can still like. With the demon gone, their duties are over.

Yet they stand by him.

Without having to put it onto words, the snippets of the Canaries with Mithrun do show that they have a close bond with each other. We're not exactly sure how they made those bonds, how long it even took to cultivate, but fact of the matter is that they do care for him.

And Mithrun knows it. And that's so, so important.

The thing about Mithrun right now is that it's not clear (at least to me) if he right now is able to reciprocate that level of care. It's clear that Mithrun cared a lot about his former companions, enough that he shared the vision of his dream and the dungeon with them.

And the demon ate that desire. Which explains their eventual disappearance in the dungeon...and having no mention from Mithrun of what happened to them.

(If you asked me, they either died from trying to stop Mithrun or from any attempts to escape. But that's a story for another day)

You can even say that the demon totally ate Mithrun's desire for genuine companionship, something that he sought dearly through his beloved and his friends. Which explains how Mithrun is just totally apathetic to most people that his perception/description of them is muddled.

But does that mean Mithrun is incapable of caring for people? I don't think so.

The thing that is so intersting to Mithrun is that he acknowledges that the demon ate his desires, and that the only thing left with him is his desire to kill demon (but is actually a desire to just be completely eaten). Those are true. But his desire for him to try is still there, and I think that's one of the reasons why Mithrun recovered enough to go back to the Canaries, and to stand up when the demon was truly defeated.

And like what Kabru said, Mithrun can still have new desires. They may not be permanent, they may come and go, but the possibility is there, so I think in the future, Mithrun may have the desire again to care for his companions. Especially since he knows they do care for him a lot.

[villain-enthusiast]

Hi Hello!! Would you please continue the snippet of villain finding hero dying? A lot of whump and caretaking would be great! (By the way.. just wanted to say this...I love your work!!)

so glad u enjoyed! hope this is also to your liking ☺️

part one

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The hero came to with a start.

They shifted, groaning as their stiff muscles and joints ached. But they noticed that their body was comfortable, sinking into a soft mattress and swaddled in thick blankets—

Wait, what?

They blinked several times as fragmented memories flashed through their head, The blinding pain of the stab wound. Their broken comms. Blood, too much blood. They were going to die without help…

The villain. The villain finding them in the alleyway, gathering them up in their arms—

“You’re awake.”

The hero jolted, head whipping to the bedside, where the villain had apparently stood up from the chair behind them.

How long had they been waiting there?

They moved to prop themselves up, but the villain’s hands were immediately on their shoulders, gently urging them back down onto the stupidly comfortable bed.

“Don’t move too much. You’ll break the stitches,” the villain warned. They pulled the blanket covering the hero’s torso away to examine the bandages wrapped around their side.

It was then the hero realized that they had been scrubbed clean and given a new pair of sweatpants, every cut and scratch from their recent altercation carefully dressed.

Their eyes met the villain’s in silent questioning.

You did all this for me?

“I swear I didn’t look,” the villain blurted suddenly. “When I was bathing and changing you. I didn’t—.” They cut themselves off awkwardly, cheeks a little pink.

Oh, that’s not… Despite themselves, the hero smiled, or what they could attempt as a smile. Their jaw was incredibly sore from being socked twice in one day.

They opened their mouth to speak, to tell the villain that it was fine and that what they really meant was thank you—

The villain shushed them. “You have some bruising on your neck. It’ll hurt to talk. You should just rest.”

The hero scowled at them. “I—,” they attempted, and immediately regretted their choice as their swollen throat flared up.

The villain gave them a "told you so" look, and the hero leveled another glare at them.

It suddenly occurred to the hero how helpless they were. Can't move, can't speak. If the villain wanted to kill them, now would be the chance. Luring them into a false sense of security, giving them one last taste of comfort before—

“I just saved your fucking life. Stop looking at me like that.”

The hero frowned. Like what? they mouthed.

“Like you think I’m gonna kill you or something. I can be a half-decent person sometimes, y’know," the villain said. Their expression softened. “I’m not a monster.”

The villain's gaze flickered with something the hero couldn't quite place as they watched each other in comfortable silence. It was an understanding, in that moment, that the villain was not going to kill them, and that they had meant everything they said and more.

I couldn’t just leave you to die in that alleyway.

The villain sighed and turned to leave the room. Panic shot through the hero—they needed to say something to the villain, damn their throat—and before they could think twice about it, they reached out and took the villain’s hand in their own. Rough calluses from what was likely decades of training scraped against their palm.

The villain stared at them, but they didn’t pull away. Their fingers wrapped gently around the hero’s, cautious. Expectant.

“Thank you,” the hero croaked, “for saving me.”

The villain was silent for several heartbeats, watching the hero with those dark—so beautifully dark—eyes.

They took a breath, as if readying themselves for whatever they were going to say. “You mean too much to me," they finally said, voice low. "I'm not ready to let you go." Their hand lingered on the hero's, as if to seal their statement, to make a promise and keep it.

Then they released their hold, and the hero wished they could tell them to stay—that they wanted them to stay—but the villain was already closing the door behind them, and fatigue overtook them before they could process anything else.

When the hero awoke the next morning, the villain was nowhere to be found. But in the chair by their bedside, they found a fresh set of clothes, a cup of water, and a note:

Be back soon. - Villain

And though their jaw still ached, the hero smiled, fully and wholly.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

This one’s a long, but a favorite.

Jumaji inspired

Serious Chaos

So GIW has managed to get a hold of Technus’s new project. A project centered on video games.

Technus’s plan was to trap Phantom in a video game.

The game would take place in the ghost zone, and you’d have to fight different ghosts to defeat each level. The levels get more difficult as you go on. You can stop to grab ecto-dejecto to increase your health.

Anyway, the GIW got their hands on it and tested the game on the ghost scums.

Dani (Elle, 16), Danny (19), Jordan (Dan 27) and Jazz (22) (she became ver liminal due to ecto exposure) were meeting up in Amity Park when the got ambushed and sucked into…. a video game?

The GIW plays the game to test and realize that it’s actually pretty fun. And they need more funding after Vlad Masters didn’t renew the contract (something about his godchildren and daughter going missing?)

So the mass produced and sold the game.

It is an instant hit.

Now the other copies are actual programs characters and sorts, but the OG copy got lost and ended up in the shipments or games going to Gotham.

It was Wayne Famiky game night, and they all decided to play the four player game that came out last month. It was called The Ghost Zone.

They read reviews and description of the game and through it would be fun

(The Ghost Zone is a dangerous place, but with the help of your great, you might manage to make it out alive! You have four characters to choose from: Dr Jazz Phantom a brilliant psychologist. Danny Phantom, astromancy expert. Dante Phantom the ghost engineer and Elle Phantom, the teen explorer and ghost expert!)

None of the Waynes had played the game before, but they turned it and everything seemed normal. Duke played as Danny, Dick am played as Elle, Steph played as Jazz, and Tim played as Dante.

None of them could make it past level 5 without dying, so they handed the controllers over to Cass, Damian, Jason and Barbara.

But the moment Damian (17) and Jason (27) (changing the ages here) touched the controllers to pick their characters, they vanished.

There were two new characters on the screen, along with two frozen avatars.

Jason Todd: gun expert and literature nerd.

Damian Al Ghul: swordsman and animal whisperer

(Damian and Jason are the most liminal, and this is the OG copy of the game and it mistook them as ghost and sucked them in.)

~

Jason and Damian had been sucked into a video game.

Now, they have to survive the ghost zone until the Bats can get them out. They also learned that the 4 ‘characters’ are actually real people.

They were ghosts, ghosts were real. And they got sucked into a video game. For an odd reason, they had their swords and guns.

The bats are freaking out. They watched two of their members get sucked into a video can that was known for being impossible to beat.

Like I mentioned, this was the OG copy, so the characters (I’m gonna start calling the video game characters ‘characters’ and the players ‘players’) have some control over what they can ‘say’.

They can change the character dialogue to give clues and hints.

But when it comes to actual gameplay, they are mostly at the mercy of the controller, with a few exceptions.

But considering none of the hero’s exactly have enough time to learn the game and master it in a short amount of time, (except Tim (he watched Bernard played extensively) they are forced to call the worlds best players.

~

Tucker Foley, Samantha Manson, Valerie Grey and and Wes Weston immediately knew that the characters in the video game were their classmates. It was obvious once you saw the signs. And Technus came to them the moment he realized he messed up.

Considering they all live in Amity, the ecto in the air is bringing out the OG programming, so snippets of the characters actual conversation pop up on screen for a moment before glitching back to its programmed sentences.

Unfortunately, Sam and Wes didn’t have the video game experience that Tucker did, so it was up to him to try to beat the game, hoping it would bring his fiends back. He mastered the game up to level 20 out of 25, but never made it past that point.

Suddenly he was asked to come to the Hall of Justice to play video games for The Justice Leauge.

Valerie and Sam came with him, and they realized why they were asked to come.

This was the copy that Dan, Dani, Dan and Jazz got sucked in.

~

Shenanigan ideas

-characters drops codes and hints about ghosts and the GIW in the character dialogue

- Tucker logs in with his name and the Bats deciphered a code that translated to ‘Tckrs playng!!!’

-since Dani is the ghost expert in the game, she’s very overcoming by stress and lashes out at Damian, who ends up not liking her (he actually loves people who could bend him in half, it’s a Wayne Family Trait) (totally serious chaos) (reluctant partners to lovers)

-SPECIAL POWERS

• Dan can collect scrap junk and create weapons out of them. The long he collects, the more dangerous the weapon

• Jazz can stun the ghost with a few words in ghost speak, but will need ecto-dejecto to heal her damaged vocal cords (and because she’s liminal and not a halfa)

• Danny can summon a previously defeated ghost if he’s at full power, but when he does he’s then extremely weakened. He also has a spell books of smaller spells that he can use when the stars align

• Dani can talk to the ghost in their native language when they were alive and clam them down temporarily. She can also read maps of the GZ easier than the others.

•Jason can speak ghost speak easier, and is the only one that can read it casual. Can also wield any type of gun

•Damian can speak to the ghost animals and get their help on special occasions, but will need an ecto-dejecto boost after

- the ghosts they have to fight are imitations of the the rouge gallery

- Sam and Wes creating a true crime podcast. Which gains views, and they talk about the missing Fentons. It gains traction online and people realize that the characters in the game look alike, have the same hobbies and interest, and the same names. The GIW is suddenly under scrutiny

-can someone PLEASE make trading cards of the characters and the ghosts!?!!? :DDD

[slaaverin]

Reading this brilliant post made me go through various emotions.

I'm not sure that I can articulate this well,

Jikook have been through so much together. SO MUCH. A decade of nerve-wracking experience, ups and downs, beauty and joy but also struggle. They've seen the best and worst of each other. They know each other on a level we can barely fathom.

And it got double downed by this military experience.

Some might say it's nothing compared to what their relationship endured before.

But I beg to differ.

Reading these stories and snippets of experience, it really puts things even more in perspective.

I'm sure jikook did their research about the buddy system and were aware of such things beforehand.

And yet, they said they weren't worried. They say they didn't think they would fight. Even if they were put in the worst unit. Even with all the hardships that were awaiting them.

They trust their relationship so much, they were confident their bond would come through the other side of this. They knew they wouldn't grow apart, first because of the band, they technically can't. But in their mind it wasn't even a possibility. There was no risk.

That's how certain they are of their bond.

But as stated by some of these soldiers, this enlistment, it is no small feat.

They still have to go through the hardship and the ups and downs. They still have to endure. And they are doing it.

They keep reinforcing how intertwined they are, by weverse messages and stories and shared wreaths.

From the looks of it they will come through and end up even stronger than before.

And it makes me shed rivers of tears because it is exceptional. It's jaw-dropping, astonishing, and so damn beautiful.

We live in a world when sometimes relationships are so fleeting and weak, so changable and painful and complicated, love in all of its shape isn't easy these days.

It should be, of course it should. But that's not most people's experience.

But then there is jikook and their bond. It is so incredibly rare that I can barely believe it.

(And we wonder why most people don't believe it...can we really blame them...)

Can jikook really come to the other side stronger? Can their relationship grow even more? Can their love deepen even with these hardships?

I think it will. I think it will.

And I don't even have words to say how incredible this is. There aren't enough superlatives in our vocabulary.

This only deserves our endless praises, celebration, love. It deserves to be cherished and shined upon because DAMN were you aware that this existed???? Not in a fantasy ideal world of how things should be, but in a tangible, real people with complex emotions way?

I'm in disbelief. I'm in disbelief for real.

This is...

This is what true love looks like. This is it. It's true love. It's unconditional love.

It's everything anyone could wish for.

I have only immense joy that jikook share that. Oh, how grateful we can be.

Don't mind me while I have emotional breakdowns the next few months. Let's brace ourselves. My heart isn't ready. I'm barely keeping it together now.

How boring must it be to have a life without jikook in it. People are truly missing out.

I'm gonna go make my edit and cry even more while doing it now

GOODBYE

Edit:

Great addition by @atlas-of-the-sea I totally agree 👏

One thing I loved and I guess I took a different approach based on the subtitles is that when they said that they weren't worried about fighting because they will support each other more than anything. I took that as it doesn't matter if we fight. (Not as if they won't fight) We'll be fine if we do, we have fought before and we got through it. It speaks on how deep their bond is, not matter what anyone classifies it as. They have shared a life together for so long, especially living together for more than 10 years. A bond like that can't be compared to that of friends that have known eachother since middle school for example. When you live with someone, you see more of their true colors than when you just share common hours of days with them as friends. And it's not because they have lived together that will make them better at resolving issues. It's the fact that they have very likely argued enough in their lives, that they have the mental capacity, maturity and understanding of eachother boundaries and ways of handling the situation. With a bond like that, you learn how to handle fights if you do love and respect eachother. Those are the only type of bond that last for life.

[zorosbeau33]

They have a crush~ Momo Yaoyorozu Headcanon

❖ MHA/BNHA, Momo x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, possible series part 1, fluff, romance

❖ No trigger warnings today!

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My first time writing for one of the gals! Inspired by my friend and her love of "Wamins!"

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Momo is such a doting partner lets begin with that however, she is also a romantic who has seen most romance through her rich and eccentric parents, or through cheesy romance movies and fanfiction

She would totally have a little tumblr anonymous blog all about her crush on you long before she felt confident it was more than just a fleeting sensation.

Would totally have little lyric snippets about her feelings for you as posts to go as her status for that morning or lunch or tea time or dinner etc “When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change~” “Oh I can’t believe its happening to me! Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this!” 

Several friends have caught on and know about it, some even send her little memes or romantic posts they think she’d like or relate to!

Or some memes to tease her for her crush as friends do

Expect her to blush and stammer and stutter around you, eyes lighting up if you ask to do something together

It can be work, fun, or just food she is as happy as the first time the others went to her house

This tall beautiful girl is so in love with you, she is total puppy eyes for anything you do

If you hug her she may short circuit for a moment out of complete joy and panic before hugging you back gently

She is not super strong like some other heroes but she does work out and she never wants to press even slightly too hard when she reaches for you

Queen of respecting your space, she strictly adheres to your boundaries and won’t even ask if they’ve changed when you both get closer. So if you start out not wanting skinship as that is something you reserve for people you’re really close with you will need to be the one to bring it up if you change your mind.

Seriously out of respect, she may not realize if you just try to hold her hand or hug her after you’ve gotten closer, she is daintily stepping out of reach thinking you had moved closer unintentionally and she doesn’t want to erode your trust in her even by accidentally breaking your space bubble

A Momo with a crush will slowly gain more confidence as she gets positive feedback from you. Of course, all of it anonymously goes on her blog, and she talks it out with her friends to make sure she isn’t missing anything and to plan her next steps

Bless their hearts, they help ground this romantic in reality a bit so she doesn’t end up confessing way too soon and way too publicly or dramatically to the point it might feel like a staged prank

Todoroki is sitting on her bed absolutely clueless as he listens to her babble excitedly to Tsu, Ochako, Jiro, and Hitoshi. Surprisingly other than his small mumbled words of surprise at relationship things in general makes good points for her and the others by just using logic and his level-headed reasoning. 

He is also your biggest supporter of you two getting together because he sees how happy you make her and that alone makes him smile and tell you you have his full support…to what you didn’t know and Momo was too embarrassed and stunned to explain when he just walked off afterward

She can make anything with her body so long as she knows the molecular compound, or buy anything for you with her money. But she is too romantic for that, she insists on learning how to handcraft something for you

Lots of little love notes end up in your mailbox, hand scrapbooked edges and lace envelopes without a name

She moves slowly and lets you realize on your own through the small touches here, words of affirmation, handwritten letters, and small handcrafted gifts (even with bandaged fingers from failing at first to craft them properly) that she likes you

If you ask she will blush and stammer but tell you if you want to know then why don’t you go to the park with her that weekend and she’d answer you then

Like I said she is a romantic, It is clearly a date and she dresses up so beautifully and sets up a wonderful picnic on the grass by the stream

When you get there she’d finally confess unable to look you in the eyes as she plays with her fingers but admits she has liked you for a long time and asks if it’d be okay for her to act on those feelings today

Your hands being held together not only gets sent to the group chat while you two sit together and talk but posted to her blog as she adds a little dreams come true quote to it

Congratulations you have just gotten the sweetest woman as a girlfriend, she is going to dote and spoil you rotten. Please take gentle care of her heart, it's so fragile hold it carefully in your trusted hands

[felassan]

Lucanis and Crows snippets, under a cut due to spoilers.

How would Viago and Teia react to a Crow Rook being romantically involved with Lucanis? "Teia is going to plan the wedding, and insist that Viago give Rook away at the ceremony. Viago will sigh dramatically, lecture Rook about it, and then spend a week picking out the right gloves to wear." [source]

If Illario wasn't locked away, how would he react? "Under any circumstances, Illario would be upset since it's a whole lot of attention that's STILL not on him. He would definitely get drunk at the reception and tell the same two most embarrassing stories about Lucanis over and over until Viago knocked him out and put him upstairs." [source]

With Rook romancing Lucanis, is it possible that Spite could become affection or benevolence? "Spite's basic aspect is defiance. He can be more or less difficult depending on influence (rebellion vs. vindictiveness, etc), but at his core he's always going to be a spirit of "NOPE"" [source]

Lucanis' mother was the heir apparent to House Dellamorte [source]

Does Spite have any kind of feeling about Rook? "Spite is fond of Rook in his own Spite-like way. He and Lucanis agree on the point of trusting Rook over and above other people or themselves. He does go to Rook for help with Lucanis, after all." [source]

For the Lion King reference in Murder of Crows, Mary Kirby went to the cinematic animators and described it as Illario's "Scar at Pride Rock" scene [source]

User: "I cut Lucanis' hair and shaved his beard and I almost feel like I should apologise to him" / Mary Kirby: "Now he can't tell himself from Illario, and you've given them both a complex." [source]

Teia and Viago were half-written by Mary Kirby and half-written by Luke Kristjanson [source]

Lucanis likes his coffee black [source]

Would he judge your coffee order? "As long as it's not boiled, or instant coffee, or whatever that stuff from a can is, he's fine with it. Or at least, he will only judge you silently for it." [source]

What kind of treats does Lucanis like? "Sweet, because it goes better with his coffee. Savory, if somehow he is NOT drinking coffee at that moment." [source]

Lucanis grew his beard and long hair while in the Ossuary. "He hasn't exactly had a haircut in a while." [source, two].

Would Lucanis make Powerpoint presentations about jobs or to talk? "No, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, let alone explain things and present them. That's 300% an Illario thing. That man has a powerpoint to introduce his powerpoint about why you should listen to his powerpoint." [source]

"Lucanis would never be on social media. He'd be on YouTube watching videos of people restoring rusty cutlery with no dialogue until four in the morning." [source] Could he tell when content is manufactured? "Yes. And he gets upset and finds Bellara or Neve (whichever is unluckier) to rant about it." [source]

Lucanis' favorite stove burner? Right front [source]

"Spite doesn't have any concept of physical appearances. It looks the way Lucanis sees himself. Lucanis is never relaxed, even in casual wear." [source]

Along with Lucanis Mary Kirby also wrote Spite [source]

Mary Kirby wrote Illario, Luke Kristjanson wrote the Crow faction quests [source]

Lucanis' perfect date night? "I'm gonna be honest: There is a non-zero chance it would involve assassinating somebody and getting coffee, and I'm not entirely certain which would come first." [source]

Lucanis "has so much [trauma] to sort through, and he could really use some help. Like, a Marie Kondo level of help with that." [source]

What sparks joy for Lucanis? "Coffee, paella, wyverns, knives, REDACTED, book club, REDACTED, revenge..." [source]

Lucanis is older than Illario by a few months [source]

How did Spite feel watching Lucanis fumble after the near-kiss moment with Rook? "Confused. Spite, like most demons, doesn't really get emotions outside its domain. Not doing something that someone clearly wants you to do should make you happy! I mean, honestly, what's better than that, except maybe revenge?" [source]

Did Spite interact much with Manfred? "We wrote a bunch of interactions between them, though I have no idea how many made it in." [source]

Update:

What are the names of Lucanis' parents? / "I didn't give them names, and in the event that Lucanis comes back in a later game, I don't want to hand out info that might just get contradicted by his next writer. (If I don't answer a lore question for him, this is probably why. I don't want to write checks someone else has to cash.)" [source]

What is Mary's take on Spite's possible involvement or lack thereof in Rook and Lucanis' relationship? / "Honestly, I don't know, and that's a question his next writer might explore? Where do your pent-up feelings of frustration go when you're happy? What does an emotion like defiance even understand about love? (I think that's fun to think about, but your mileage may vary.)" [source]

[runninriot]

was tagged by the lovely @sidekick-hero to share a snippet of something out of context 🖤

   “Why do you even care?” There’s no bite in his question, none of the frustration and anger he feels inside. Eddie sounds pathetic, like he’s desperate for attention, for someone to tell him he’s worth the struggle.

   “Because,” Harrington takes another step forward, “I know you can do better. And I hate to see you throw away your life for nothing but an act.”

Eddie swallows roughly, feels his heart rate pick up. Mostly deaf to his words, he can only focus on the movement of Harrington’s pretty pink lips. It’s distracting, and it must be obvious, because one hand comes up to grab him by the back of his neck, giving him no other chioce but to look into a pair of green-speckled eyes.

  “Always pretending it’s all about ‘fucking authority’ when the real problem isn’t authority, it’s you not being able to follow the simplest rules.”

Eddie feels heat spread where the broad palm is splayed across his neck. Heat pooling in his lower half, too, where something stirs, and pulses, and rattles at invisible bars.

This is bad. He should probably tell the older man to let go, should bring distance between him and the coach, but he’s stuck. Feels trapped despite having every possibility to step back, walk away, run if he must but he can’t.

Because he doesn’t want to.

   “Make me,” he grits through his teeth, fists curled at his sides to keep his hands from trembling.

   “You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Harrington chuckles, low and vibrant, and Eddie can barely swallow the noise that tries to slip from his throat.

    Fuck. FUCK!

Why is this so hot? Doing things to Eddie he won’t be able to hide much longer, not if his body betrays him.

   “Want me to tell you what to do, is that it?”

    No.

    Yes?

Eddie’s mind is reeling; he’s fighting for clarity, needs to get level, needs to get out before he does something stupid.

   “What makes you think I’d listen?”

    Shut up. God, you fucking dumbass, just SHUT UP!

That has always been Eddie’s problem, hasn’t it. He just can’t keep his big, stupid mouth shut. Has heard others complain about it so many times before but did he learn? No. So, here he is again, talking himself into trouble rather than out of it. And this time, he can't even blame anyone but himself.

   “Don’t challenge me, Eddie.”

    Oh, but he does. Can’t stop himself from taking yet another step forward. One step that brings him way too close to the man whose hand suddenly tightens in his hair, pulling enough to make it sting.

   “This is your last warning.”

There’s something dangerously dark in his voice and his eyes but not enough to scare Eddie off, to make him stop. He should, obviously, but he can’t shake the feeling that they both want something else instead.

It’s stupid, risky, wrong. So, so wrong. But when has Eddie ever made smart choices?

   ��I said- MAKE. ME.”

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Wip Wednesday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @typicalopposite for this one (thank you my loves!). I have gotten quite a few things that I'm writing, and y'all had me motivated for new things with your asks, so thank you sooo much for that! ♥ But for this one I'm going with my priest!Tommy AU, so here's the first scene complete. If some stuff looks familiar it's bc I posted snippets a few days ago!

Buck loves LA, but he hates days like this one, where it feels like the whole city is a greenhouse. The heat is sticky and humid, clinging to his skin and making him sweat in his uniform. All he wants is a cold shower and a minute to breathe. And, okay, maybe a cold beer wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Instead, he’s crammed in the back of the 118 fire engine, heading to San Pedro for one more call. And Buck loves his job, he does, but they’ve been on back-to-back calls for the last three hours. 

“Christ, I feel like I’m gonna melt” He whines, and Eddie smirks at him from the front seat (he had won rock paper scissors fair and square, the bastard), pushing his sunglasses up his nose. His Texas-raised ass does just fine with this horrible weather, and Buck hates him for it. 

“Yeah? Better start working hard to go to heaven then, cause you would not survive the eternal flames” He quips. Buck crosses his arms, too stubborn to let himself be influenced by the collective chuckle.

“I already work hard to go to heaven, don’t I? Saving lives and stuff” He says with a shrug, absolutely not pouting, thank you very much.. 

“I don’t know, Buckaroo.” Chim says, a playful smirk on his face. “When was the last time you set foot in a church? That’s supposed to be a big deal for the guy upstairs”

“Well, if that’s the dealbreaker, we’re all screwed” Hen says dryly, even though she doesn’t look particularly concerned. “Except for Cap, of course.”

Bobby chuckles from the driver’s seat, taking a turn to the right and stopping the truck. 

“Well, here’s your chance to make up for it” He says, and Buck comes down from the engine to find out they pulled up to a small stone-walled church. 

The doors are open, and most people are outside or at the very back of the church, chatting agitatedly, their eyes widened as most people when they find themselves witnesses to a 911-level emergency. It’s a sizable crowd, he thinks, considering it’s a Wednesday afternoon (which, as far as his Episcopalian-raised knowledge goes, is not a church day). 

As they rush up the church’s steps, he notices half of the crowd are the usual elderly ladies, but half of it are people around their 20s and 30s, and a few teens, which surprises Buck. They’re all whispering fiercely to each other and keep stealing glances inside the church. One of the ladies approaches them, relief clear in her eyes. 

“Oh, thank God you got here so fast!” She says, wringing her hands together. “It’s Mrs. Bellini, you see, she has low blood pressure, and this weather…”

“Ma’am” Bobby cuts her off as gently as possible. “Were you the one who called 911?”

“No, it was father Kinard.” She clarifies, leading them inside. “He’s already tended to her forehead, but he didn’t want to risk moving her until you arrived to check her situation.”

The church is relatively small, but the ceiling is high, and their footsteps echo against the walls. It’s a lot cooler inside, and Buck lets out an involuntary sigh of relief as they get out of the intense sunlight.

The woman leads them to one of the front pews, where they find another lady who’s sitting down, looking pale and sheepish. There's a white gaze pressed against her forehead, and a small red stain seems to have formed against it. Sitting by her side is a man dressed in white robes, a green-colored long scarf-looking thingy around his neck. 

He stands up when they approach, and Buck’s taken aback, because he’s ridiculously tall; a little taller than Buck, even, and that’s no easy feat. His features are sharp, a jawbone that could probably cut through glass, and he has a cleft on his chin (why did Buck notice that, he wonders? Is it weird to notice a priest has a cleft?). He’s looking at them with widened blue eyes that are filled with concern. 

“Father Kinard? I’m Captain Nash.” Bobby says, and the man nods sharply, his stance almost militarily. "Can you tell us what happened?" 

"He is exaggerating is what happened" The woman quips, her voice a little trembling, but her glare towards the priest is very firm. Father Kinard, however, doesn't seem intimidated. 

"Calling 911 after you passed out and hit your head is not exaggerating, Gloria, and you know that" He says gently, then puts a massive hand on her bony shoulder. "I'm your shepherd, I have to make sure my sheep are doing alright, don't I?" 

Buck smiles a little at that; it shouldn’t sound that endearing, but it does, and even the lady seems convinced, because she shakes her head resignedly, and doesn’t protest when Chim takes her arm and wraps the pressure cuff around it. 

“She fell unconscious during service and hit her head on the pew.” Father Kinard elaborates, still looking at Mrs. Bellini worriedly. “I figured the heat brought her blood pressure down, so I asked everyone to step outside and called 911 immediately. I applied pressure to the wound and it seems to have stopped the bleeding. I made sure to keep her awake and she’s not showing any signs of confusion or dizziness.”

He knows it’s not polite to stare, but Buck can’t help himself. It’s not common for someone to give them this level of information with so much calmness when they arrive on a call. Usually they try to gather what little snippets they can through tears, yelling and fainting over the sight of blood. But father Kinard is collected and eloquent in what he says, and Buck's astounded. 

“And you're right, her blood pressure is a little low. The wound looks fine, though.” Chimney says, gently removing the gauze to inspect the cut. “Wow, looks like your priest cleaned this up real well, didn't he, Gloria? My job is already done for me.”

“Father Kinard is great whenever anyone gets hurt.” Gloria gushes, and the priest blushes under the attention, shrugging sheepishly.

“I had first aid training in the army.” He says, and when they all turn to him with widened eyes, he gives them a wry smirk. “Which was obviously before I joined the seminary.”

“Well, you were trained well, father.” Hen says approvingly, inspecting the wound herself and dabbing at it with a cotton swab covered in anti-septic. Gloria flinches a little, but sits still as Hen gets it cleaned and then places a band-aid over it. “This won't need stitches, it's very superficial. How are you feeling, Mrs. Bellini?”

“Oh, I'm perfectly alright now.” She says distractedly, her eyes turning back to her priest. “But I am so ashamed you had to stop service because of me, father! I'm very sorry! And for such a small thing too.”

“We’re lucky it was small, but it could have been bad. I wouldn’t risk it.” Father Kinard says patiently. “And don't worry about the service, Gloria, it was after Communion; we'd already done the greatest bits anyway.” He winks at her, a blinding smile on his face. 

Buck doesn’t get the joke, but apparently it’s funny, because both Eddie and Bobby chuckle at it. Chim is removing the cuff from Gloria’s arm and patting it jovially. 

“Well, looks like you’re all set, Mrs. Bellini.” He tells her. “If you experience any dizziness or headache, you should look for a hospital, but otherwise, you’re fine.” 

“And thank God for that!” Father Kinard adds with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle, squeezing Gloria’s shoulder with genuine affection. “And thank you, first responders, as well. Come, I’ll walk you out before giving Gloria a lift home.” He says, and then strides along them to the back of the church, the smile still lingering on his face.

Buck has a hard time reconciling this laughing priest to the buttoned-up, serious-faced ministers he knew in childhood, from the few times his parents made him attend church. This man is full of joy and confidence, Buck can tell right away, and he just thinks he’s so cool. 

“You quite literally have nothing to thank us for, Father.” Bobby adds warmly, smiling at Kinard. Buck knows his captain has a close relationship with church, and he seems completely comfortable striking up a conversation with the priest. “You had done half our job for us before we were here.”

He shrugs modestly once more, walking alongside Bobby, and Buck is irrationally envious of his boss for a second or two. They stop by the church’s entrance, and the man extends a hand to Bobby. 

“Thank you, captain…” He says, trailing off, and Bobby firmly shakes his hand, smiling warmly. 

“Nash. Captain Bobby Nash. Your blessing, father.” Bobby asks respectfully, and the priest makes a cross sign over his head. 

“God Bless you and your team, Captain Nash. May He keep you safe in your very necessary jobs.” He says warmly, and then turns to Hen. “And thank you, firefighter…”

Buck watches in increasing despair as her, Chim and Eddie introduce themselves to the priest, shaking his hand, and realizes that soon it’ll be his turn.

He thought the church was cooler than the outside, but all of a sudden he's feeling hot all over again. Should he ask for the man’s blessing? He didn’t offer it to the others, and they didn’t ask, but should he? Is he even allowed if he’s not a Catholic? Does he even want the man to touch his sweaty forehead? 

And then the priest looks at him with that crunchy smile, an inexplicable blush creeps up to his cheeks. Buck thanks God - yes, he’s fully aware of the irony, and he does not find it funny - that he can blame it on the heat and his heavy uniform (never mind that father Kinard's clothes also look heavy and he's still perfectly composed, but Buck definitely won't think about how he'd look all sweaty).

“Thank you, firefighter…” He says, trailing off and extending a hand, and it takes Buck a second to realize he's supposed to shake it and offer his name (not his phone number. Definitely not his phone number).

“Evan. Buckley. Buck!” He blurts out like a complete idiot, and wonders if it's wrong to wish for a five scale fire so they can rush out of there.

Father Kinard raises an eyebrow at him, a smirk on his curved lips. That's when Buck notices he's still shaking hands with the man, and he lets go clumsily. 

“My, that's a mouthful” Kinard says, and Buck almost blurts out that he has something else that's a mouthful before his eyes clock the white collar around the man's neck. 

As it is, he just snickers awkwardly and mutters a goodbye, his voice high-pitched and strained.

Buck's at the truck before anyone else, mentally preparing himself for being teased all through the shift they just started. 

His only saving grace is that, as much as he made a complete fool of himself in front of father Kinard, it's not a problem. Buck'll never have to see the man again, will he? So it's not like it matters.

Naturally, the priest shows up at the station the next day.

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[jhyoos]

Dreams Come True

Chapter 8: MAMAs

hockeyplayer!vi x idol!reader

summary : you finally get to perform at the MAMAs along side your group.

mentions : modern au, fame au, just you living your idol dreams and seeing the other idols that have inspired you.

notes : YALL BETTER BE BUNDLED UP 🙄 I’m also not very good at detailing dancing or singing. Neither are my strong suit

The weeks leading up to your group’s performance at MAMA were a whirlwind of rehearsals, excitement, and hard work. You and your group had been practicing nonstop, perfecting every move, every harmony, and every detail to make sure the performance was nothing less than spectacular. It felt like all the effort and sleepless nights were paying off in ways you hadn’t imagined.

After the press conference, you had braced yourself for the worst. But instead of losing fans, your group gained even more. The news coverage and viral clips of your heartfelt speech catapulted your group into new levels of fame. Merch sales skyrocketed, and your albums sold out almost immediately. The announcement of your early submission for the "Best New Group" award at MAMA only added to the excitement.

Sometimes during those long nights in the practice room, with Steb's approval, you and your group would go live on Instagram to interact with fans and share snippets of your rehearsals. It became a tradition, a way to show the fans your gratitude and keep them involved in your journey.

The live streams were always lively, filled with comments flying across the screen faster than you could read. You weren’t surprised when hate comments would occasionally pop up, but the overwhelming positivity overshadowed them. Fans were endlessly supportive, cheering you on and expressing their excitement for MAMA.

Occasionally, the comments would ask about Vi, curious about how you both were doing. Questions like, “Are you and Vi okay?” or “How’s Violet been? We love her!” scrolled past every now and then. You never addressed them directly—it wasn’t just your moment, after all, and you didn’t want to take the spotlight away from the other members. But reading those comments gave you a sense of relief and joy. Despite the controversy, so many people were rooting for you, for Vi, and for your happiness.

Your group’s energy was infectious during these streams. Whether it was Mel cracking jokes, your lead dancer showing off choreography, or everyone playfully bickering over snacks during breaks, it was clear to the fans just how close-knit you all were.

As the days grew closer to the performance, the stakes felt higher, but the bond within your group only strengthened. Late-night practices, impromptu karaoke sessions to de-stress, and group pep talks became your lifelines.

Through it all, you were reminded of how much you loved what you did. The challenges, the highs and lows, the love from fans—it all fueled your drive to give everything you had at MAMA. This was your moment, not just as an individual, but as a group, and you were ready to shine.

It was finally the day of the MAMAs, and the venue was bustling with energy, twice as busy as any showcase you’d performed at. Nervousness bubbled within you as you realized the event would be broadcast worldwide. But you took a deep breath and brushed it off, reminding yourself how far you’d come.

The stage design was an electrifying club-like setup, with neon lights flashing in sync with the beat. The background dancers were styled to fit the club atmosphere, creating an immersive experience for the audience. You and your group wore coordinated outfits that exuded edgy sophistication, with intricate details that made each of you stand out. Your own ensemble featured bold black leather and buckled straps, accented by metallic elements like safety pins and chains. The jewelry was carefully selected to enhance the dramatic flair, from spiked earrings to stacked skull bracelets. Your microphone was a sparkling silver, adding a glamorous finishing touch.

Your hair was styled in a sleek half-up, half-down look, with the upper section tied high and cascading to one side, while the rest flowed freely down your back. Two delicate braids framed your face, adding an ethereal contrast to the boldness of your outfit.

Your makeup was striking, perfectly complementing your outfit. A bold silver and black smoky eye with dramatic lashes made your gaze captivating, while rhinestone accents dotted around your eyes added sparkle under the stage lights. A soft blush brought warmth to your cheeks, and your lips were lightly glossed for a natural yet polished finish.

Stepping onto the stage, you felt an exhilarating rush of confidence. You knew this was your moment, and as the lights dimmed and the music began, you were ready to own it.

The stage was completely dark, and the air was thick with anticipation as the announcer introduced your group. The murmurs from the crowd quieted, replaced by the hum of cameras whirring to life. Your heart raced, but as soon as the lights began to flicker on and the music queued up, you all seamlessly slid into your positions. Every step, every breath was perfectly synchronized.

The performance felt like a dream in motion. Your voice carried through the venue as you hit every note flawlessly, harmonizing with the other members in perfect unison. The energy of the crowd only fueled you further, and you could feel the connection between the group, feeding off one another’s passion and precision.

The dance break was electric—a whirlwind of sharp, clean movements and dramatic flair. The lights pulsed to the beat, illuminating the stage like a vibrant club. The crowd erupted as you executed the choreography with precision, the metallic accents of your outfit catching the light and making you shine like a star.

When the final note rang out and the music faded, the stage was instantly engulfed by an explosion of cheers. The applause was deafening, the crowd's energy surging toward you in waves. You stood there with your group, catching your breath but unable to stop the wide grin from spreading across your face. This was a moment you’d remember forever—a perfect performance, celebrated by the world.

After the performance, the adrenaline was still pumping as you made your way backstage. The moment you saw Mel, you rushed to her, throwing your arms around her in a big, warm hug. “You did so good,” you said, smiling brightly.

Mel shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes. “You did better. Everyone was basically cheering for you,” she teased with a grin.

You gently nudged her shoulder. “Negative. They were cheering for you. All of you,” you corrected her, your voice sincere. You looked around at the rest of the group, unable to hold back the overwhelming pride you felt. “I’m so proud of all of you. And how far we’ve come. I love you guys so much.”

A chorus of soft “awws” filled the room before the sentimental moment was broken by a wave of laughter. The camaraderie and love you all shared were unmistakable, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could bring you down.

Then, as if on cue, Steb emerged from the dressing room, clipboard in hand and a no-nonsense expression on his face. “Come on, you guys,” he said, gesturing toward the dressing rooms with a flick of his hand. “You gotta get dressed and back to your seats before the nominations start.”

With an exaggerated groan and shared chuckles, you and the group scrambled to “haul ass,” as Steb so eloquently put it. The high from the performance still lingered, but now, the anticipation for the rest of the night began to bubble up again.

As you and the group rushed to change, the stylists were already prepared, helping everyone into their outfits for the second half of the night. Most of the outfits were elegant but edgy, consisting of dresses or corsets paired with layered skirts, accessorized with bold jewelry that sparkled under the lights. Your dress featured a sleek black corset with silver embellishments and a layered tulle skirt that gave it a regal edge, while Mel’s corset was wine-red, paired with a matching high-slit skirt.

Once dressed, you made your way back to the audience just in time for the nominations to start. The room was electric, cameras panning to the crowd, capturing moments of anticipation and excitement. When it came time for the “Best New Group” category, your group held hands tightly, your heart thundering in your chest.

“And the winner for ‘Best New Group’ is…” The announcer’s pause felt like an eternity. “AURORA”

The room erupted into applause and cheers. You and the group shot out of your seats, hugging each other tightly before making your way to the stage. The lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd almost overwhelming as you accepted the golden trophy.

Mel was the first to step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke into the microphone. “Wow… this is unbelievable. Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported us on this journey. This is a dream come true, and we couldn’t have done it without our fans, our team, and of course, each other.”

She turned to you, handing you the microphone as the cheers grew louder.

You took a deep breath, smiling as you steadied yourself. “I think Mel said it all, but I just want to add that this moment is so much bigger than us. To every fan out there who believed in us when no one else did, this is for you. To our families, our friends, and everyone who worked behind the scenes to make this happen—we love you so much. And to my amazing group…” You turned to your members, your voice breaking slightly. “I’m so proud of us. Look at what we’ve accomplished together. This is only the beginning.”

The crowd roared as you and Mel held the trophy high, surrounded by your group. The night felt surreal, a memory you knew would stay with you forever.

Backstage was a whirlwind of celebration. You and the group huddled together, trophy in hand, as the cameras flashed. Every angle was captured—one with everyone smiling brightly, another with silly poses, and a final one where you all held the trophy high, pure joy radiating from each face. “This one’s going straight to Instagram,” Mel said with a laugh as you all scrolled through the photos, picking your favorites to post later.

After the photos, you noticed Steb standing off to the side, wiping at his eyes. When he finally walked over, the group quieted, sensing he had something important to say. His voice trembled slightly, but there was a warmth to it as he spoke.

“I’ve been putting up with y’all’s shit for four years now,” he began, shaking his head with a smirk, “especially you, (Y/N).” He pointed at you, but there was nothing but affection in his tone. “And I’ve never been more proud of any group in my life.”

You felt a lump in your throat as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. The group murmured their thanks, but Steb wasn’t done. “The CEO thinks it’s finally time for y’all to get your paychecks tomorrow,” he continued, grinning as the group gasped and started cheering. “And… you can all reopen your personal social media accounts.”

That set off another round of cheers, but Steb raised a hand to quiet everyone, his gaze landing directly on you. “Just don’t do anything that’s gonna make me stress… please?”

The group burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “Yes, sir,” you said with a grin, knowing you’d probably test his patience at some point.

Steb shook his head with a laugh before pulling the entire group into a hug. “I mean it, though. I’m proud of you. Every single one of you.”

As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your team, the weight of the journey you’d been on hit you. This was more than a win—it was a testament to everything Aurora had overcome. And for the first time, you truly felt like the world was yours for the taking.

After the awards show, the celebrations carried on in grand fashion. The CEO had spared no expense, renting out one of the most popular spots in the city for a private dinner party. It was the perfect setting—elegant, lively, and buzzing with excitement. You, your group, and everyone’s families and friends gathered to toast to the night’s success. You had personally invited Vi and her family as well; they’d been there for you through it all, cheering you on when things were tough.

The evening called for your best attire, so you chose a sleek black dress that hugged your figure, the thigh-high slit adding just the right touch of glamour. Your hair was styled neatly in a bun, a few wispy strands framing your face, and you accented the look with simple silver jewelry. As you walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of chandeliers and the chatter of loved ones welcomed you.

The dinner started off classy enough—soft music played in the background, heartfelt speeches were made, and glasses clinked with every toast. But once the drinks started flowing, things took a turn for the chaotic—in the best way possible. Laughter echoed through the room as people began belting out karaoke songs, some with heartfelt renditions and others so off-key it brought tears of laughter. A few people got emotional, tears spilling as they hugged each other and shared memories of how far everyone had come. It was pure, unfiltered joy, and it felt like the kind of chaos you’d remember forever.

Needing a breather from the lively energy inside, you slipped out onto the restaurant’s balcony. The cool night air greeted you as you leaned against the railing, taking in the view of the city. The skyline sparkled, and the hum of distant traffic reminded you of how far you’d come. A deep breath escaped your lips, and you let the reality of it all sink in. You did it. You worked harder than you ever thought possible, and now, all your dreams had come true.

You were lost in thought when a hand touched your shoulder, startling you slightly. Turning around, you were met with Vi’s familiar face. A bright smile spread across your face as you pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for sticking beside me through all of this,” you said softly, pulling back to meet her eyes.

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Before you could respond, she grinned mischievously and pulled something from her pocket. “Hey, I got a surprise for you,” she said, holding up two tickets. You glanced at them, confused at first, before realizing what they were—tickets to her upcoming hockey game.

“You haven’t seen me play up close in a while,” she added, her grin widening. “So, bring Mel. I heard she’s been getting into sports.”

You took the tickets from her hands, smiling but hesitating. “What about my schedule? You know it’s always packed.”

Vi smirked knowingly. “Steb already gave me the green light. Please come.”

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and you nodded, clutching the tickets tightly. “Of course I will,” you said with a smile, your heart feeling light.

As you both leaned against the balcony railing, the moment felt perfect. The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, but all you could focus on was Vi—her warmth, her unwavering support, and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you. You let out a soft laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a while.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Vi said, her voice quieter now.

You turned to face her fully, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So are you.”

There was a pause, a comfortable silence, and then her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. Without thinking, you leaned in, and she did the same. The world around you seemed to fade, the noise of the celebration inside muffling as her lips met yours. It was soft, slow, and filled with everything unspoken between you two.

But before the kiss could deepen, an unexpected spray of cold liquid hit both of you, soaking the side of your dress and Vi’s shirt. You gasped and turned to see Jinx standing a few feet away, holding a bottle of champagne with the cork still fizzing in her hand.

“Oops!” Jinx said, clearly anything but sorry. Her mischievous grin stretched ear to ear. “Didn’t see you there! Or maybe I did,” she teased, cackling.

Vi groaned, running a hand down her face as you tried to stifle a laugh. The sudden chaos was so typical of Jinx that you couldn’t even be mad.

“Seriously, Jinx?” Vi muttered, shaking her head as champagne dripped from her hair.

Jinx shrugged, her grin widening. “Hey, you two were getting way too mushy out here. Someone had to remind you there’s a party going on inside!” She gestured toward the doors, where the sound of singing and laughter poured out.

You wiped at your dress, chuckling softly as you exchanged a glance with Vi. Despite the interruption, the moment wasn’t ruined—it was just… unique, like everything else in your life these days.

“Come on,” you said, looping your arm through Vi’s and tugging her back toward the party. “Let’s get back inside before she sprays anyone else.”

“Or maybe I’ll aim for Mel next!” Jinx called after you, laughing as she followed you both inside, the night only getting more chaotic—and memorable—from there.

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[slut4christopherr]

— THE PARTY —

part 6…(all other parts pinned on my blog 💓)

a/n: ive decided to turn my caps on because it looks sm better 😭

warnings: arguing/angst, swearing, yelling, a tiny bit of smut (if i forgot any then lmk please!)

summary: you and Chris had gotten steamy in the hotel room. until Matt knocks on the door.

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

reader talking = pink

Chris’s smirk widens, his hand moving lower, fingers tracing circles on your hipbone.

“You’re starting to convince me…”

He says, stepping closer to you.

“But I don’t wanna piss off Matt any more than I already have…”

His lips find their way to your neck, kissing and biting gently, sending shivers down your spine. His hands continue to roam your body, moving lower, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“But then again…”

He murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

“I’ve never been good at following rules…”

Your heart races, knowing exactly where this is headed. The growing erection in his pants. His tone. The way his breath grew raggedy and heavy. You. Knew.

His body presses fully against yours, his growing erection now impossible to ignore. He nips at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

“I suppose a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt…”

Suddenly..

*BANG BANG BANG*

Matt’s voice comes through the door quietly.

“Dude, cmon!”

Chris lets out a frustrated groan as he hears Matt’s knock at the door.

“Damn it, why now?”

He mutters, his eyes locking back onto yours, his expression torn.

Chris raises his voice a bit so Matt can hear him.

“Jus’ a minute dude!”

You sigh, feeling frustrated. You wanted to stay in the hotel room with Chris. But at the same time you couldn’t. Something was holding you back. Something way bigger than you. Maybe it’s because it’s Matt’s brother. Finally, you find your voice.

“Chris, we should just go..”

Chris takes a deep breath, clearly not thrilled about the idea of leaving the comfortable solitude of the hotel room, but nods reluctantly.

“You’re right…”

He mutters, stepping back from you, his hands falling away from your body.

“Let’s go see what my dumbass brother wants.”

A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He moves towards the door, you not far behind, his expression neutral, and opens it, revealing Matt standing outside.

“What is it?”

He asks, his voice clearly edged with irritation.

Matt’s eyes flick between the two of you, noticing how close you are standing to each other.

His expression hardens as he eyes his brother, knowing exactly why he didn’t want to come see him straight away.

“Can I talk to you outside for a sec Chris?”

He asks curtly.

Chris glances back at you, clearly not wanting to leave your side.

“It’s fine, just go, I’ll wait here.”

He nods, reluctantly, and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

The door shuts, leaving you to wait inside, curiosity stirring as you wonder what they're talking about. You can hear snippets of the conversation outside, but nothing clear enough to understand what's being said.

The conversation outside grows more and more heated as the minutes pass. Matt’s voice is stern and authoritative, while Chris’s voice remains defiant and irritated. You can tell they’re having a serious discussion, but the words are still too muffled to make out.

You step closer to the door and press your ear up against it, straining to hear the conversation taking place outside.

The sound is still muffled, but you can make out fragments of the argument between Chris and Matt.

Matt’s voice is firm and disapproving, while Chris’s is irritated and defiant. You can’t quite understand the words they’re saying, but their tone is enough to give you a sense of the tension between them.

The sudden sound of a raised voice startles you, causing you to jump back slightly. It’s clear that Matt and Chris’s argument has escalated to a new level of intensity. Matt yells back.

“Just stay the fuck away from her dude! I’m sorry but you have a new girl every week and i’m NOT going to let you do that to her.”

You can hear Chris’s voice, although it’s a bit muffled, it’s clear that he’s getting frustrated.

“You’re being ridiculous Matt! She’s not some plaything for me, you’re acting like a paranoid idiot.”

Matt responds, his voice growing more agitated.

“I know you, Chris! You’ll just play with her feelings and then move onto the next one. I won’t let you hurt her like that.”

Listening to their argument, your stomach twists with unease. You can’t help but wonder how much of what Matt’s saying is true.

Is it just a drunken overreaction, or is he truly concerned about Chris’s track record of fleeting relationships?

a/n: This cliffhanger.. Y’all better be waiting on part 7, anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!

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oh my god one of my managers is awful. she’s still pretty new in the position and didn’t get a lot of training so i try very hard to be understanding and forgiving, but it’s getting to the point where i want to send her home every day. for context i am like. half a step above her in the management hierarchy— not quite her boss, but she isn’t on my level yet.

she doesn’t manage. at all. if we have red tickets she’ll say “come on guys let’s get out of red!” and then do nothing else. at all. just half-ass motivational snippets. that does NOTHING. she’ll watch someone do something wrong, watch someone do something that costs us seconds, and just says something non specific about doing better. my bosses and i and presumably other managers on my level have all tried to coach her through it. i had a big conversation w her last time we closed about how just saying “let’s get out of red” doesn’t accomplish anything, and how she needs to be actionable and call out things that are going wrong and how to fix them. she has to coach. and she doesn’t. and she seemed receptive, but she’s made zero changes since then!

and if she DOES try to manage!! if she does try to move crew people around to accomplish a task!! it’s always in the worst possible way!! she sends our kitchen people off to do cleaning tasks while there’s red tickets. she sends our service crew off to stock while there’s orders that need to be taken. and if she covers any of those people herself, she does a mediocre job and refuses to pull them back into position, and gets mad at me if i make those changes for her. same as w coaching, ill have a conversation w her about it, but this time she gets defensive and angry. she says i have to let her make the mistakes, which is fine, but also she has to recognize those mistakes and make efforts to fix it next time, and she doesn’t!!!!

oh also she calls in all the time AFTER her shift was supposed to start! she’s chronically ill which i understand, but some sort of heads up would be great. one time i called her two hours after her shift started and she said she’d been at the hospital all day. yeah take the day off 100% get yourself feeling better— but she couldn’t have texted somebody at some point??? she said she’d been in the waiting room for an hour that morning, use that time to text somebody!!! for the love of god!!!! you’re a manager!! it’s not easy to find coverage for you or make plans around your absence!!!

i LOVED her when she was a crew person. now she’s in management i hate her.

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