#how can u look at renee and be like 'she's straight'

[leia-imogen]

aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so. #aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

[mitskihost]

ik kevin's tall asf and he has a Build but he can't pick any of the foxes for the Life of him.

instead, the foxes learn that all of them more than capable when it comes to lifting kevin. (this only happens after kevin learns that he can actually be comfortable around the foxes, and it takes long for him to heal but these are the little things that make his journey easier)

dan lifts him by his waist whenever they win. he can't stay mad for long about shitty strategies or foul plays when he's in the air and dan spins him. he actually cried when she did it during their last match together.

when he's black-out drunk (john mulaney drunk) matt raises him on his back, piggy back style and carries him to his dorm. every. single. time.

during one of their annual trips, allison literally lifts him bridal style after he complains about being tired and exy-less for a whole 30 minutes. it's so iconic that dan clicks a picture and adds it to the board (kevin is softly smiling mid-whine and allison has her head thrown back in an evil laugh)

when they're at columbia and kevin passes out at the threshold of the house, barely awake, mumbling away about how tired and sleepy he is - aaron carries him to his bed. he complains all the way, cursing kevin and praying for his poor liver, but he tucks him in and takes his shoes off and leaves a bottle of water everytime (yes aaron is a mom, it's a beautiful concept that u NEED to appreciate)

andrew never picks him up, but i like to think that kandrew learn to actually be friends (after months post-canon, because let's be real andrew hasn't been the greatest friend over the books) and there's little things like fist bumps and shoulder pats that everyone notices but no one talks about.

neil. omg. neil just needs a reason to lift kevin - midnight practice and kevin is being a little shit? neil has raised him sideways and is striding off court. at columbia and he's picky about drinks? neil has lifted him to the dance floor. post banquet when kevin is a lil tipsy and not walking straight? andrew n neil hold him from either side as they board the bus

nicky only raises him during the of practice when everyone's goofing around. never fails to make kevin smile.

i think of everyone, renee is the only one who has trouble lifting kevin because of hide difference. but kevin is fully capable of lifting her- so after long, tough matches when renee can't even raise her sore arms kevin takes her piggy-back off the court and it sets the team On Fire because that's our boy!! look at him!! being kind!!

bonus - jeremy lifts him at every opportunity available, but jean doesn't. over the years though, when they meet after months and kevin hugs him, he swears jean raises him a little above ground. he doesn't mention it, but it does make him feel happy.

#not @ how all my hc are about kevin being happy #that's because he DESERVES IT #this is actually pretty bad but as long as kevin is happy #aftg #kevin day #love kevin tho my fav boy #kevin day deserves the world #hugs!! kevin n hugs!!

[uncrownedmox]

Temptation

The Rigmarole: Mention of sexual contact / descriptive- dirty language. Swearing. Character(s) being a dominant cocky asshole. Sexual shenanigans (oral, male/female giving, toy play, alpha status)  18+ only.

Rating: MC

Paring: Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose x OC

Summary: He was once an ultra king of the deathmatches now he was just a hound. The yard may be different but deep down he is still an Alpha, deep down there is still one single Omega that tests him- over and over again.

Now she is the Queen of his old yard- mocking him, teasing him. His brothers are laughing at him behind his back. Her crew, guard her like she is a goddess. That's ok he doesn't mind being the devil, not for this sweet temptation.

Temptation

2010- December

Jon blinked and ran his hand through his hair once again, “care repeating that, Sugar?” Sugar aka. Veronica Rogers, as she was also known or Vanilla Sugar. Blinking again when she whined at him and when Sami swayed into their apartment. Carelessly tossing his gym bag into the corner and not paying them a lick of attention.

Sugar sighed and gave him a cross looked and folded her arms across her large chest. “I asked if you would protect me since I am not ready to be claimed. Since you one of the few Alpha’s I can stand, let alone trust.” Sami who had been walking to his bedroom stopped mid-step to look at them. Jon paid him no mind and asked to clarify, “but you don’t want me to claim you?” She quickly shakes her head and uncrosses her arms and waves her hands at him. “Hell no, I am not here for any of that noise.”

Sami is suddenly there, crackling like a rabid dog. “This is rich. Sweet hardcore Vera is wanting protection?” Letting gold roll over his eyes Jon cast Sami a look, the other Omega stilled immediately and quieted. But Sugar was already heading out the door, the sweet scent of her heat hitting him full force. “Motherfucker.” As he stepped up to the door to try to reach her it comes to him just why she is called Vanilla.

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2013- May

Smirking as he bounced on his heels as he squeezed through the sea of people around the bar. His hands were full of long-neck bottles of bud light. Nodding to the Metallica song playing he was lost in the thought that maybe tonight was the night that he would get lucky with the blonde he had been playing tag with. Sure it was an interesting game, he doubted it would amount to anything in the long run.

Wasn’t like she was the perfect girl.

She wasn’t even an Omega for fuck sakes. Wouldn’t want his claim in the end. So it only boiled down to the sex. Getting back to the table he went about settling the bottles down. One each in front of his teammates, saving his would-be conquest for last. “And for my pretty lady,” as he scoots back into the booth Renee asks loudly over the music. “This is one of your old stomping grounds?” They were in Philly and the CZW arena is only three blocks up the way, nodding about to reply when the front door opens and a mob of guys and gals come rushing in.

They are pumped, it’s after midnight. The WWE house show ended at ten but this crowd obviously just came in from an event. Then the chant broke out, “CZW, CZW, CZW.” There is a shout, “Raspberry Bellini for the house,” then a pause then someone bellows out, “for the NEW champ.” A burst of sweet laughter rings out, “Fuck Nick Gage and his beast boys.” There is a moment when clean fresh air sweeps the room and Jon can smell the vanilla that coats everything in a rush.

Moving to stand but leaning back against the booth, he raises his beer in the air in a salute. His eyes glow gold as he bellows, “cheers to the new champ. From one champ to another.” The music plays on but everyone else goes quiet. He watches as she pushes her way through the thick sea of people, and when she gets to the head of the pack she simply stares at him for a moment then semi-mocks. “Well if it ain’t the US Champion Dean Ambrose,” he sees her Omega within her eyes for a spilt second but he figures she is hyped and possibly on some pain killers from the cuts that are on her face.

Then she looks past him and when she speaks again it’s cold and low, “come to run with the big boys' champ? Or are you too much of a pussy?” Joe and Colby shift in the booth behind him and he holds out a hand to stop them. Growling softly, “a sweet thang like you should watch their words, or else they might get bit.” She throws her head back and laughs at him, when she is done she tosses her long platinum long over a shoulder and remarks. “I am only scared of ONE man, Dean Ambrose. And he ain’t around.”

She plays to their crowd, looking around to a point then when she looks back at him she when a straight face murmurs. “You see Ol’ Mox went and got his balls clipped. So I guess I don’t even have to be scared of him.” Jon isn’t even aware he is moving, but the moment he has her in his arms he snarled out.

“I am gonna show you just how clipped my balls are Sugar.”

I N S P I R A T I O N S Q U A D

@snarkwriteswrasslin : @dilfmoxley : @ofdreamsandomens : @thewrestlingobsessor : @writingrose :  @deepdisireslonging

S P I C Y S I S T E R S

Holls | Tay | Kay | Crystal

A O 3 S U P P O R T

SethMoxslady = RuinousOmen = Anne Carter

Let me know if this should be continued or left as is???

#my writing #my ocs #jon mox fanfiction #under 1000 words #maybe chapter based #alpha/omega #jon moxley/dean ambrose #orgininal character

[eponinemylove]

aftg tattoo/flower shop au

@essence-29

so it’s wymack’s parlor and he still technically runs it and everything but he’s tired most of the time and he lets kevin pretty much take over

kevin has almost no tattoos himself except one he got that he deeply regrets (in my mind it’s bc riko was his piece of shit ex boyf and pretty much made him get it, but however u want to imagine the backstory of this tattoo is up to you)

anyway he runs the shop with his dad. matt, renee, and seth all work there

andrew runs the flower shop around the corner (managed by betsy). he could not give less of a damn about the parlor tbh. he barely noticed it existed

he’s more of a piercings guy anyway but it’s not like he’s against tattoos

at least, he didn’t care about the parlor until him and renee became friends

i imagine they met at the flower shop when she came in and ordered some for allison. maybe they started seeing each other around more and more, and you know how andrew makes friends. he probably followed her to work one day and they went from there.

either way they’re besties and they work on the same block. so andrew goes in and out of the tattoo parlor fairly often to pick up renee or have lunch.

him and kevin obviously run into each other at some point, probably more often than not

at first they ignored each other’s presence but then andrew started to notice kevin

tattoo artist without (many) tattoos? interesting. he won’t talk about the tattoo he does have? very interesting. he flinched when someone dropped a glass of something and it shattered? now you have his attention

and of course kevin can’t help but notice the hot, 5-foot-nothing guy who comes in at least once a week to harass his patrons and distract his employees

both of which are definitely crimes andrew commits regularly around the parlor

andrew invites kevin out for drinks one night after they’ve been noticing each other for a while. it’s not flirtatious or romantic, but it does feel... weighted. kevin goes. renee and the others are there too, vaguely, but he still manages to end up spending most of the night alone with andrew

they talk. a lot. it’s really slow going because neither one of them particularly feels like talking, but they do. or they come to a mutual understanding at least

they have a weird relationship after that that none of kevin’s friends or andrews relatives can even pretend to understand, but you know what? whatever. they’re KevinAndAndrew

i don’t want to say they’re attached at the hip, but they totally are. anywhere kevin is, andrew follows, especially if kevin is drinking. and they’re not even nice to each other. that’s the confusing part for the others. just looking at them, you wouldn’t even think they were friends, much less maybe-kind of-dating?

so this goes on for a couple of months, and just when everyone thinks they’re getting used to it, neil comes in

literally no one was ready for him. he shows up at the tattoo parlor one day and just applies for a job. no resume, no interview. straight up walks up to the front desk and asks for a job

kevin wants to throw him on his ass but matt says the least they could do was interview the guy

(neil probably looks all kinds of a mess. not like insane or dirty, but just generally disheveled and exhausted and... neil. he looks like neil)

kevin still thinks this is a waste of time, but he lets neil show him what he’s got

no one was expecting neil, but they definitely weren’t expecting him to be so goddamn good

it’s hard to tell if he’s a natural or has actually had years of hardwork and practice, but he’s an amazing artist and he knows his way around a needle

so they hire him.

matt becomes quick friends with neil. seth and neil don’t get along, per se, but they’re almost the exact same brand of asshole so there is a sort of solidarity between them

renee obviously is nothing if not entirely pleasant to neil, but he still has issues trusting her

and kevin? well kevin kind of hates his newest hire

he complains to andrew about him nonstop. about how he’s stupidly talented and a complete bastard and gets along with people but in a chaotic sort of way that makes kevin anxious and annoyed and

kevin has a lot to say and andrew is more than inclined to listen

it’s a surprise to no one when andrew is in the parlor the next day, scoping out neil for himself

oh, and i should mention that neil has literally NO tattoos. not even one. (his mother would never allow something so easily recognizable)

neil barely notices andrew until he confronts him after his shift. i don’t know what he would say, but it would go pretty much like how their meeting went in the books, just probably without the racquet

a fight immediately breaks out that matt and kevin have to break up. renee knows better

yeah neil and andrew don’t get along

andrew is very interested though. so he does what andrew always does. he gets nosy. and personal. and mean

it takes him a surprisingly long time to find any information on neil. he thinks it might be a fake name and kevin assures him that it’s definitely likely, which helps exactly none.

eventually the only thing he manages to gather is that neil has one hell of a temper and could start a fight in an empty room. he also won’t take any shit from anyone, whether it’s from andrew or some random Karen screaming at one of his coworkers for giving her daughter a tattoo she didn’t approve of. he can and will tear someone to shreds, and as much as kevin hates it (“Neil that’s bad for business, you can’t verbally abuse the clients”), andrew is very amused

kevin secretly also really likes neil. it’s hard not to—he says everything kevin wouldn’t dream of and sees through all of kevin’s bullshit. also he’s ridiculously hot and incredibly good at his job, and there’s nothing kevin appreciates more than talent and competence

after, idk, a month? of getting nowhere to unraveling neil’s past, andrew invites him for drinks.

kevin is there of course and pre-approved the decision. matt comes along bc he doesn’t trust andrew in the slightest and he loves neil. renee is there to make sure no one actually gets murdered. seth just shows up bc he thinks something funny might happen, like another fight

not strictly relevant, but allison, dan, and nicky working at the bar/club they frequent??? a Concept.

andrew and kevin are both pretty surprised to find out that neil doesn’t drink. they try and “convince” him otherwise, but neil refuses and short of drugging him, there’s not really anything they can do

nothing really happens the first couple of hours. nicky flirts with neil a couple of times, neil doesn’t notice, the usual. things take a turn when neil spots kevin’s tattoo. other than that, the night was a bust

since this is an au, idgaf what’s in their past. reader interpretation, use ur imagination, go crazy. however, whatever kevin was involved with, neil was somehow tangled up in too. that part stays the same

he doesn’t mention it

he doesn’t mention it

he doesn’t mention it

and then, of course, he mentions it

it’s not on purpose or in anyway eloquent. they probably get into some sort of fight while closing up and it just slips out

there’s a moment of “oh shit”, the complete understanding that passes through the two of them

they don’t mention it

except they do, because andrew finds out

he and neil have a another “talk” bc yeah andrew might run the flower shop, but if neil brings trouble from kevin’s past back to him now, when he’s doing so much better, andrew can and will actually commit homicide

and that’s the start of their relationship!

well, no, not really. neil still takes a while to warm up to them, and a while longer to start feeling any sort of romantic attraction to them. and of course that’s after he realizes they’re even a couple, because trust me, with those two is always questionable whether or not they’re even friends. or acquaintances. or on speaking terms

also they have to eventually talk about everything. set boundaries, clear the air. neil gives them piece by piece looks into his past. it’s slow work, but it’s a little bit of trust given by someone who has never trusted anyone before.

yeah so anyways everyone thought KevinAndAndrew was confusing? well they don’t know what the fuck is going on with KevinAndAndrewAndNeil

what they do know is that kevin and neil do some of the best tattoos in the country. what they do know is that andrew and neil take smoke breaks together in the back alley, halfway between their two shops. what they do know is that andrew and kevin have adopted neil into their relationship and the three of them are so close-knit, it almost becomes impossible to find one away from the others at any given moment

what they do know is that at least twice a week, the short, blond, very scary flower-shop guy walks into a tattoo parlor and a 6-foot tall intimidating tattoo artist and 5’3 ginger with a sharp tongue and sharper attitude immediately stop what they’re doing and go meet him

that’s pretty much it. scary blonde who sells roses for a living falls for scary tattoo artist who doesn’t seem to believe in tattoos. both these idiots then fall for the (not at first glance) scary new guy who is obviously trouble, because this is a tatto/flower shop au, and everyone loves the broken badass with a heart of gold.

there’s something to be said here about the most intimidating and kick-ass power couple (throuple?) ever

also it’s funny bc based on appearances alone, everyone expects neil to run the flower shop, and kevin and andrew to do tattoos. boy are they in for a surprise though, because andrew knows every single flower you could ever think of sticking in a bouquet, and neil could operate a tattoo gun blindfolded

ALSO they all get matching tattoos at some point bc they’re idiots and in love and it probably has a whole crap ton of heartfelt meaning that i don’t want to explain bc i feel like i’ve rambled forever at this point and still said nothing significant

oh and neil 100% gives kevin a coverup, replacing his old tattoo with something else.

there’s all kinds of plants decorating the parlor courtesy of andrews shop, and neil and kevin design andrew’s logo

and betsy makes everyone flower crowns at some point. andrew refuses to acknowledge it i’m any way, but dutifully wears it regardless. neil wears it to work the entire day, and after hangs it in his office-thing. whatever tattoo parlors have. kevin straight up refuses to wear it but neil wears him down and he puts it on for like 20 minutes. there’s even pictures to prove it

#I'M SORRY THIS CAME OUT SO LONG #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #kevin day #kandreil #kevandreil #tattoo/flower shop au #flower shop & tattoo parlor au #renee walker #matt boyd #seth gordon #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #david wymack #betsy dobson #Allison Reynolds #au #aly's asks

[whatmack]

Okay but the foxes reacting to baby Neil pics

THE FOXES REACT TO: VIRAL NEIL JOSTEN BABY PICS

Dan’s face goes all scrunchy-gentle like when people wave to babies on the street u kno the face and she holds the pictures to her chest as she tells Neil he was adorable

she kinda wants to put them on the photo wall but she knows neil probably wouldn’t be comfortable with that so she doesn’t ask

Kevin is in a crisis because Neil existed??? Before Kevin knew him??? Like logically Kevin knew this but also Kevin’s Neil timeline started with Neil at age 10 and where is Neil’s Exy racquet yes he’s chewing on a spatula or w/e it’s cute wHERE IS EXY–

(Kevin’s baby pics feature Exy heavily)

Andrew we’re gonna get back to

Matt straight-up lies down on the floor. On the dorm carpet. Face-down

“Are you crying?”

[through tears] “No”

Aaron feigns disinterest but it’s actually kinda fascinating how far Neil has come, and what he looked like as a baby. Insults Neil’s fashion sense nonstop

“I was literally a baby” “So what’s your excuse now”

Also Neil being photographed with his mother makes Aaron start to think about the things he and Neil have in common and Aaron stops that train of thought right away

Allison holds up the photos to Neil’s face and tilts her head “you can see kind of the beginning of your cheekbones here, I’m glad your hair came in thicker, woah you were a chubby baby”

She asks if she can scrapbook the pictures, snapping closed her lace-pattern paper shears ominously

Nicky screams and makes a scene about Neil being the cutest EVER and he DOES mean it but also once the attention’s off him he looks at them quietly on the couch with a wistful look in his eyes

(His parents have all of his baby pictures after all)

(and it’s not he has any of Andrew, or of Aaron)

Renee asks Neil if he’s glad he showed the pictures to them and Neil’s like “not now that I know it was gonna be this big of a deal smh” but he is kinda glad and Renee knows and Neil knows that she knows

ANDREW

Neil as a baby was fucking adorable

And

And he was a baby

Neil was a baby he’s real he was real he is real this is all real this is proof

(Andrew couldn’t protect him then but he can now)

He wants to crumple up the pictures and shred them with a knife

He sets them carefully down on the table, not even bending the edges, and goes outside

When Neil follows he grabs the front of Neil’s sweatshirt and kisses him until neither of them can breathe

He’s real he’s real he’s real

#the foxes #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! theY! #Anonymous #i have this idea that kevin doesn't understand what makes babies cuter than non babies until he has a baby himself #like the minute he looks down at amalia he's like OH BABIES ARE FUCKIN ADORABLE AND MINES THE MOST ADORABLE WOW

[mattelektras]

Yo bich you see bop yet? I wanna know ur thoughts

I HAVE n i got thoughts a plenty 

GOOOOOOOOOOOD

the soundtrack has me losing my fucking mind???? diamonds???? that slowed down hit me w your best shot????? a chef kiss does not do it justice 

COSTUMES...... all of harley’s looks were so mismatched and colourful and fun and holy shit ms lance kick me in the face w those gold boots and bellbottoms. even black mask and co’s???? gaudy ass shirts are in fact the way to be a good villain

all of the women had their own backstory completely separate from one another and they all had their motivations which is SO RARE in a team movie. you usually just get one main character with a plot and the rest of them just work around that

fucked up and they deserved to die the way they did but gay sionis and zsaz was a whole experience in itself

u kind of got a glimpse of the gotham rogues dynamic too which is what i feel like ALL batman movies have been missing. like harley going to black mask’s club, mask hanging w zsaz, mentioning being arrested by batman like it’s a tuesday, the police finding harley’s necklace and being like well fuck theyve broken up again because that just happens every 5 minutes in this shithole

im so glad they fought so hard for the higher age rating like women swearing every other word and being vulgar and kicking teeth out of people’s heads is just a good time for me 

but that being said it wasnt all gimmicky and jokey like. these women all banding together to protect a young girl, the scene at the club witht he woman dancing on the table and dinah just having to stand there and watch having previously sung this is a man’s world was so fucking. idk chilling??? is that the word im looking for??? it was such an uncomfortable scene to watch and thats the point of it 

dinah was really the heart of the movie for me like. i feel like there wouldve been some value in it being told from dinah’s point of view but i get why they did it how they did. but yeah. dinah’s the star for me 

lesbian renee!!!!!!! her plot in the story was so much more than i thought it would be. dealing w men taking credit for her work. have to work with an ex whilst trying to keep her priorities straight. seeing that maybe the law isnt where she belongs

when harley was tied up by black mask and got backhanded and showed like. no emotion whatsoever and spaced out into whatever that was. like. u get the vibe she’s used to that kind of thing and this whole movie really does make you feel for her and see for a fact that the joker is a piece of shit. and seeing harley try so hard to move away from him is so MUCH

HARLEY’S SCENE IN THE POLICE PRECINCT.... W HER DUMBASS WEAPONS AND PINK AND BLUE SMOKE...... MWAH

i do still have issues like it wasnt perfect in regards to a lot of things like. i still think white helena was unnecessary and regressive. i like how accurate her story was in terms of the comics but theres no reason why we had to go back years and have her be white

cass..... was just not there like i dont know who that girl was but she wasnt cass. she was a good character i enjoyed her parts of the story but there was literally nothing about her apart from being asian and a young girl that she had in common with cass. her disability was gone, she had none of her skills, her parentage wasnt even alluded to. she was a criminal!!!!! cass’ thing has always been that despite what she’s been forced to do she is a good person through and through and has bruce’s black and white mentality 

BUT ANYWAY. i loved it i had fun. you can really tell that margot and co put so much love into this movie and into harley’s character and they worked so hard to make it was they envisioned

and we all know damn fuckin well if it had deadpool on the posters the box office wouldve been very different 

#anonymous #q & a

[cohentm]

✮     ∷     ╰  𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖓  &  𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖜  :  

a connection  /  plot masterlist  .

              oof hey babies! i’m making this post so y’all know exactly how i’m breaking down the plots i have so far. i jotted down fulfilled connections, followed by the people i know i’m still in the midst of plotting with ( labeled “tba,” will be updated once we’ve decided on a backstory ), & at the end i listed some wanted connection ideas! even if you see your character on this list, though, and you’re like miss bri.... i want to change / add to / alter / etc that paragraph u wrote... especially if u see a wanted connection and you’re like whew i kinda want that now.... puhlease lmk. i’m down for absolutely anything & everything. mwah. x

𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

parker  ,  ride or die  .  

these two could be a tag team duo if they wanted to be--and practically are when it comes down to it. cohen isn’t scared to get into a fight just because parker’s already there. parker’s hotheadedness and cohen’s will to throw a punch have been melding since the earliest of days, when parker was getting into abrupt locker room fights with their own teammates, even. cohen, being the type who can’t avoid starting shit with those same teammates, never found himself pooling more blame into parker’s bucket. instead, cohen sympathizes the only way he knows how: by holding out his hand and letting parker know that cohen doesn’t need a rhyme or reason to have parker’s back. for cohen nowadays, it’s just on sight. 

olivia  ,  meeting in the middle  /  opposites attract  .

the truth is, olivia should absolutely hate cohen, and cohen should absolutely hate olivia. she’s all warmth & sunlight and he’s all hasty reactions & tunnel vision. but for some reason, olivia has managed to penetrate his demeanor without even trying. he tries to be marginally “better” whenever he crosses her path. when they speak, he finds himself thinking things out a fraction deeper before he throws the whole idea / person / situation in the garbage like the pessimist / self-acclaimed “realist” he is. at parties, he’s the first to jump into a fight, but with olivia’s soft touch, he hesitates. he doesn’t know what it is about her, but she makes himself second guess himself ( often for the better ).

finn  ,  chaotic neutral  &  neutral evil friendship  .

if there’s one person cohen can stand for extended periods of time, it’s finn. finn’s chaotic neutral personality melds with cohen’s neutral evil personality seamlessly. oftentimes, finn and cohen are the duo at the party nodding at each other from across the room because a situation is escalating and cohen’s already rolling up his sleeves prepping to knock someone out for the hell of it. no matter what, finn’s a non-team member cohen’s constantly catching himself leaning on a little. he doesn’t feel like he has to watch his mouth around finn, let alone feel guilty for something like a consistently dirty car ( LXFMDFG ), which is a refreshing feeling cohen doesn’t often run into.

leo  ,  harsh truth-tellers  .

it isn’t uncommon for cohen to bump into leo, given his record for getting called off the field. coach tended to send him to the locker room with a physical therapist just to hide the fact that what cohen was actually getting called off for was excessive anger during a game. leo’s a hardass just like cohen, though, which makes speaking to her simultaneously easier and harder--since she’s bound to knock heads with him, but also give it back just the way he takes it. if there’s one thing cohen’s an expert at in their tedious relationship, though, it’s judging leo for all she’s worth. part of him loves the fact that she keeps herself so upright, after all, so when she’s simping hard and cohen feels she’s dwelling or losing track of herself just to appease people who treat her like shit, cohen’s never been afraid to let her know. this gives their relationship a rocky little twist, but cohen doesn’t shy from the truth.

summer  ,  no strings flirtationship  (  ft. mild to severe seemingly unrequited pining  )  .

summer and cohen have always been oddly close in a way that cohen isn’t close with anyone else. in high school, in a dramatic effort to push summer away after too many a repeated fling, cohen invited summer to his chaotic home. however, poised as she was, she remained entirely unphased by his chaotic living situation & family. since then, cohen has felt more uncomfortably comfortable around summer than he has around anyone else. she continuously manages to seep into his life all on her own. they sleep together casually on occasion, often fight “playfully” in an effort to egg each other on, and tend to open up to each other entirely unprecedently.

clara  ,  ex-girlfriend circa cohen’s sophomore year of college ( two years ago )  &  family friends  .

cohen and clara have been linked via their love for each other’s sibling since high school. clara was always best friends with his sister natalie, and he was always best friends with her brother cam. although clara was a consistent aspect in cohen’s life, they never got together until clara’s senior year of high school, which was subsequently cohen’s sophomore year of college. cohen was convinced he’d make it with her ( which is a rarity in & of itself ) much longer than they actually ended up making it, since cam died a year into their official relationship, sending both cohen and clara spiralling in entirely separate directions. 

renee  ,  PLOTTING ENSUING  !  TBA  .

tyler  ,  PLOTTING ENSUING  !  TBA  .

rafael  ,  PLOTTING ENSUING  !  TBA  .

devon  ,  cousins  .

georgia  ,  PLOTTING ENSUING  !  TBA  .

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

childhood best friends  and/or  cousins  :  someone cohen knows very deeply, and vice versa. maybe they lived in the same trailer park, maybe your muse’s rich family is related or connected, somehow to his poor cowboy redneck family ( maybe his construction worker dad was drunk on the job and now ur muse’s family thinks of his alcoholic messy parents as nuisances? maybe his parents think ur muse’s parents are too posh and hate their guts? ), maybe their families don’t get along.... maybe their families DO get along and ur muse is someone his parents ask after and talk about constantly! the possibilities are endless. regardless, though, this muse and cohen grew up playing together, smoking cigarettes ( or ur muse watching 12 y/o cohen smoke a cig MVLKFDG ), pretending to be grown because cohen FELT like he was grown by the time he could speak clear sentences, etc. cohen’s family’s a mess but they’re a family all the same. they may fight and drink constantly, but at the end of the day you can find them outside their trailers sitting in camping chairs drinking budweiser around a campfire and making fun of each other.

unrequited  /  secret  /  forbidden crush  :  maybe your muse secretly liked cohen and never said anything, maybe cohen secretly liked your muse and never said anything, etc. bonus points if your muse’s family knows cohen has a whole ass petty criminal record a la ryan from the o.c. and would absolutely throw a fit if they saw their kid even looking in cohen jetson’s general vicinity for too long. LKMDFK how they each deal with their crush today is totally up to us.

bail out  :  someone who vouches for cohen even when he’s getting into the worst kind of trouble. maybe they’ve caught him coming down from a high ( he used to take athletic stimulants for energy & performance, and is currently eight months into his most recent recovery / rehab attempt ) and have kept the fact that they saw him using on the dl in an effort to give him a chance to be better without getting kicked off the team. maybe they’ve given him a ride home from jail after getting picked up for fighting or public drunkenness and his parents weren’t picking up bc why would cohen’s parents ever.... LMDSFLKFG. maybe cohen bails ur muse out too and secretly helps them even when they should be left to suffer in the SAME way that cohen should be left to suffer. but they’re too close. it’s almost like they coddle each other. maybe it’s due to some romantic subplot or something like a sibling inkling. OOF maybe they’re exes. kill me now u know?

sponsor  -  esque relationship  :  basically someone who can cool cohen down when he’s craving a high, craving alcohol, when he’s getting irritable because he’s not performing well enough, when he’s going workout-crazy and needs someone to be like bitch.... can u sit down for like five seconds? LDMDFLKGKFG someone who doesn’t care when cohen cusses them out for no reason because they’ve got a tough shell and know he’s just getting irritable w them because he’s having a moment. someone patient w him. someone he has probably cried to before because he’s...... tired.

party friend  :  self-explanatory! maybe they’re infamous for ditching parties and heading straight to bars together. LDFMKD absolutely iconic of them. they’ve probably at least made out upwards of ten times because that’s.... cohen. SKDFJ unless ur a straight male, in which case, he politely flirts with u and that’s it. x basically this muse has seen him get into unwarranted bar fights just because he’s a bitch who will ALWAYS throw the first punch, this muse has walked home with him when they’re both way too drunk to drive, this muse probably goes back to cohen’s apartment PLASTERED with him after midnight and stays up to cook a meal and play a game of uno with him, etc, etc. we love nothin’ but warm-hearted fun in this house. 

exes on bad terms  /  hateship  /  enemies that detest each other  :  oof someone cohen has screwed over multiple times? more likely than u think. which is very likely. LKDSMFLKDF maybe they were exes? maybe cohen cheated on your muse? maybe cohen cheated WITH your muse and your muse didn’t find out until the break-up? maybe cohen beat your muse’s brother’s/dad’s ass and now there’s bad blood? maybe cohen broke things off with your muse before things could ever get serious? maybe cohen’s general demeanor just pisses your muse off? we’ve all been there KDNFDLKGN. basically these two hate each other and don’t even TRY to hide it anymore.

#✮ ∷ ╰ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓃. ∴ ゜wanted connection. ゜ #✮ ∷ ╰ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓃. ∴ ゜plot breakdown. ゜ #sniffles this is finally here & i can breathe clearer now KFMLMF i feel organized...

[charlieswan-squad]

Twilight Rewrite 1. First Sight (i)

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was warm in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt — sleeveless, white lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a raincoat.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only three months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

 I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. It was the anonymity of Phoenix that i would miss, second only to the heat; now that my mother would no longer be there. I loved that you could be anyone in Phoenix and rarely stand out; participate just as much as you wanted then retreat; never be in the spotlight.

 "Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."

 My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…

 "I want to go," I lied. I'd always been an awful liar, but I'd been saying this specific lie so frequently lately that it sounded somewhat convincing now.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will.”

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me."

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise. 

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

 Charlie had really been really nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call chatty, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision — like my mother before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks.

 When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

 Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. 

“And you’re really okay about leaving her, Bella?”

We both understood that this particular question wasn’t really about my happiness or any desire to be back in Forks. This question was Charlie’s way of asking if it was a good idea to leave Renee, who I had responsible for throughout the majority of my life. Mom could be summarised by the phrase: good intentions, poor execution. This was the main reason Charlie had never fought Mom for custody; he knew she needed me.

 “Yeah, of course Dad. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t sure.”

“Fair enough.”

I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," Charlie announced when we were strapped into the cruiser and en route to Forks. 

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at El Cheldez?" El Cheldez is the small Native American reservation on the nearby coastline.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

 That would explain why I didn't remember him. I had gotten extremely proficient at blocking out painful, unpleasant and unnecessary things from my memory.

 "He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. 

"When did he buy it?"

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch — Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…"

"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."

The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a nickname, at the very least.

"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the deal breaker.

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.

Wow. Free.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.

"That's awesome, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it." No need to add that my being happy in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me. And I never looked a free truck in the mouth, or rather, engine.

"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.

 We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

 It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees were covered in moss, their branches hanging as a canopy above it, the ground blanketed with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. 

 It was too green here — an alien planet.

 Eventually we made it to Charlie's. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had — the early ones. 

There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed, was my new — well, new to me — truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged — the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed. I reckoned I would be able to plough down a marble statue and not even have to worry about any dents.

 "Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!" Now my horrific day tomorrow would be just that much less dreadful.

I wouldn't be faced with the choice of either walking two miles in the rain to school or accepting a ride in the Chief's cruiser; which was of course, the worst-case scenario.

"I'm glad you like it," Charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again.

 It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born. The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window — these were all a part of my childhood. The only changes Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew. The desk now held a second-hand computer, alongside a crappy landline phone. This was a requirement of my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily. An odd arrangement, as she knew (albeit did not actually understand) the overwhelming anxiety I faced any time I had to make a phonecall. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner by the window.

 There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. This was a fact I was trying not to dwell on too much. A small comfort to this, was that it would inevitably be better than sharing a bathroom with Renee, who was a self-confessed sucker for impulse buying any time she saw an add for a skin or hair product; meaning the bathroom cupboards were in a constant state of overflow. Charlie’s skin-care routine is definitely less rigorous than Mom’s. 

 One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag. I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning.

 Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven — now fifty-eight — students; there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak.

 Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I'd never fit in anywhere. I ought to be athletic; tall and skinny yet petite and muscular - a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps — all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

Instead, I was pasty, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine, which always made me look slightly ill. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn't have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself — and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close. No, physically, I don’t fit in anywhere I go.

 When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I always hated the feel of “aeroplane” on myself after traveling. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin did have the potential to be nice - it was usually smooth and not too oily nor too dry - but it all depended on colour. I had no colour here.

Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in. And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here?

I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Like, when I saw green, everyone else saw red. Where I saw beauty, everyone else saw something terrible that must be avoided. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.

I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added a pillow too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.

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[abramdeath]

one day neil shows up to practice wearing glasses

they’re basic thin frames, easy to buy and replace, not exactly his prescription but good enough

he’s all tired and disgruntled like “sorry ik glasses aren’t v cohesive for exy but i have a headache today”

but all the foxes are floored

after evermore they all knew neil had been wearing contacts and didn’t think anything more of it bc they were colored

what they didn’t realize is that those contacts had also been prescription, and after evermore he knew he couldn’t just put them back in bc duh he has blue eyes not brown

neil didn’t rlly consider it a problem because he knows how to deal w it, he’s had identities that didn’t have glasses/contacts before, and his vision isn’t so bad that he can’t function

sure everything’s a bit blurry and he has to squint to see things, but it’s fiiine everything’s cool

andrew and kevin already knew he wore glasses because he wore them in the dorm every now and then when he did homework

everyone else though?

matt is like wrow ok didn’t realize my neil josten crush could get any worse but . here we are

allison is appalled bc those are ugly ass basic frames and she KNOWS theyre straight up from walgreens.

nicky’s like huh so the patented neil josten bitch state was just ’cause he couldn’t see

dan’s thinking if she’s gonna have to invest (read: use the p card) in sports glasses

renee is honestly like can yall PL**SE let him breathe

aaron couldn’t care less he’s like i wear glasses i never see y’all actin like this u fakies!

but like after a sec they’re like tbh this makes sense

neil josten when he first came to palmetto? wide eyed. babey boy. baby. sometimes kinda rude but usually doesn’t care enough to be. squint level minimum but loads of side eye. wears contacts for waaaay too long someone get him eye drops

neil josten post evermore? squinty boy who’ll kill u w a look. rat. stunning but definitely could kill u. still babey but kinda scarey. why is he squinting at the scoreboard like that ???? RUDE BOY.

everyone lets go of it after a few minutes bc tbh a pair of glasses ain’t really a spectacle

matt tries to pull a “i thought we weren’t lying anymore neil 3’:” and wow ok THERE’S the patented neil josten bitch stare

when he can actually see you it’s 356485% more terrifying.

andrew thinks neil’s a dumbass for all of this btw he’s like. hey why do u sit in the back of class if you can’t see the BOARD u IDIOT

hey neil i’m not kissing u if u don’t wear ur glasses sorry :/

can u even tell aaron and i apart if u can’t see smh

but neil’s right back at him like boy i know u wear glasses too i’ve seen u steal aaron’s when u lose yours. why can’t u keep track of ur glasses when u have an eidetic memory like K.. . .

anyways so wymack pulls him aside after practice like. so if u need glasses. why don’t u Wear Them.

and HONESTLY. the tea is neil doesn’t even really think abt it. he’s sooo used to Not Wearing Them that he doesn’t think to put them on in the morning

he’s more of a contact kinda dude anyway ;P

so he’s just like idk coach i only Kinda need them they’re not like important

and david vincent wymack, oldie of unknown age but probably ancient and getting older by the minute, maaaaaybe has worse eyesight than he did 20 years ago ok.

maybe he’s squinting at the scoreboard too. maybe he casually makes the font bigger on everything he prints out so he can actually read it without pressing it up against his eye.

and he’s pulled the EXACT shit on abby like i don’t really need em doc i’m gucci :/

but he knows he needs them. and he knows neil does too before his eyesight gets worse

so he’s like ok buckaroo on god we gon get u some prescription contacts

neil’s like.. ehhhh i’m fine don’t worry about it

but of course. it’s the foxes. he doesn’t really get a choice here.

neil’s like they’re my eyes? i’ll do with them what i want?

so what if i want to stare in the sun i’ll DO it. maybe i LIKE not being able to see farther than ten feet in front of me.

of course it comes down to exy and kevs like b r u h , how u gonna see if i’m tryna pass to u.

and he’s like k ur rite lets go even tho i’ve been fine this whole time

he doesn’t end up booking an appt till the next week bc they have a game and getting ur eyes dilated #sucks

he ends up having to wear his new n fresh glasses (which are a much better style than $5 walgreens ones) for a few days while the contacts r being ordered

he’s still not a fan of the glasses bc he thinks they’re annoying to wear but he concedes to wearing them more bc contacts r a fresh hell

neil shows up to night practice w the same pair of contacts he’s been wearing since he woke up and is just. Irritated. so he wears the glasses around that time usually

as baffled as he is by the foxes insistence on the whole eyesight thing, maybe he’s mildly blown away by how he suddenly has less headaches and less eye strain now

and MAYBE his vision got worse since he was younger and had his first eye appt

and M A Y B E neil was lowkey shocked how hd everything looks when u can actually see

neil’s like omg look at the quality on that grass. unbelievable

ANYWAYS i’m just rambling at this point ! let neil josten see 2k19

#the foxhole court #all for the game #tfc #aftg #THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR DAYS BC I WAS TOO LAZY TO FIX ONE TYPO #anyway! #.txt #1k

[claiirvoyants]

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

        ❝   yesterday,   you   were   an   OLD   MAN   spitting   cherry   pits   into   the   weeds.   today   you   are   a   fisherman’s   daughter,   dragging   small   minnow-nets   through   the   𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔.   tomorrow   you   could   be   a   DOE-EYED   dancer,   an   ash-stained   chimney   sweep,   a   beggar   singing   psalms,   anyone.   when   you   lean   over   the   side   of   the   lake,   the    𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬   whisper,   be   free.   taste   the   air.   do   you   feel   the   echoes   of   ancient   energies   moving   into   new   bodies?   they   learn   of   suffering   and   beauty,   again,   again.   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒.   ❞ 

         hey,   isn’t   that   SYBILL   PATRICIA   TRELAWNEY?   i   read   a   daily   prophet   article   on   them,   once   ;   the   forty   eight   year   old   halfblood   WITCH   is   a   ravenclaw   alumnus   who   has   gone   on   to   be   the   professor   of   divination   at   hogwarts   school.   i’ve   heard   they   can   be   quite   ECCENTRIC   &   VIVACIOUS,   but   i   don’t   know...   they   came   off   very   RUMINATIVE   &   HAUGHTY   in   that   interview.   it   really   is   hard   to   know   what   to   believe   these   days   though,   isn’t   it?   click   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   statistics   and    𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   her   pinterest.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.

buckle up ! i’m abt to show u guys i can write a short or at least SNAPPY intro.

sybill was born in the seaside town of port isaac in 1972, the product of an affair between her pure blood mommy ( cressida trelawney ) and a muggle daddy ( edwin teague ). 

cressida knew abt edwin’s muggle wife. edwin’s muggle wife ( and his daughter eugenia, sybill’s half sibling ) did NOT know about his witchy gf. what happens in btwn the lines of the wizarding world stays within the lines of the wizarding world, ig.

sybill’s dad died p suddenly when she was six, and he didn’t leave anything to either her or her mum, cause... men ain’t shit ! learn it. anyway, sybill’s mum begged her slightly estranged family for like, something, and prob would have got NOTHING if she hadn’t said ‘hey, my daughter is totally the next cassandra ( and also DEFINITELY a pureblood )-’

this changed things a bit, even tho at the time... sybill had not shown any actual prophetic talent, lmao. she was a six yr old playing like, dolls, and trying to bring fishies home from the seashore in glass bottles, u know? 

the fam took them back under their wings, and sybill was told to keep her little mouth shut ( in like, a kind of nice way ) about both the fact she was a halfblood ( she prob didn’t conceptualize this one very well at six ) and the fact she was not a seer. she also prob didn’t conceptualize this very well. but playing pretend is something kids LIKE to do, so when cressida told sybill to say some mysterious things and play this role, she took to it immediately ! it was fun ! 

it stopped being fun PRETTY quickly, but as sybill got older and understood things a bit more, she clued in to the fact that her grandparents and extended trelawney family were quite... uh, to put it mildly, strict. her mum had gone out into the world on her own because she didn’t fit in the box that the trelawney’s had expected her to ( like a lot of pureblood fams ), and sybill was a lot more like cressida than she was the rest of her fam, and she was also, like. way more attached to her than she was them, so while it stopped being a fun game, she still kept to it for her mummy.

got her hogwarts letter. headed off. breathed an actual sigh of RELIEF when she was on the train, cause... she didn’t have to pretend to be something she was pretty sure she wasn’t anymore, and at hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to go through the ‘training’ and ‘lessons’ for her future as a famed seer that her fam were prepping her for. she got sorted into ravenclaw, which tracked ( most of the fam were ), and she just... went abt her life.

i know this is gonna sound wild. but at hogwarts, sybill was... exceedingly ordinary. she was a well behaved young lady who was assumed to be of quality breeding, and though her grandparents spoke highly of their little seer granddaughter to their friends, the kids and grandkids of those people didn’t really ... know much about this. sybill flew pretty far under the radar, and that was how she liked it. she graduated with top marks, turned of age, and started working for her grandparents on a full time basis in the little fortune teller shop they had at this point in time at the divide between knockturn alley and diagon alley - she’d already spent summers with them, so it was just one more step. still, no discernible seer talent.

very appropriately, it all started with death omens. sybill had always faked what she was seeing cause she sort of had to, so she’d always made the future sound pretty bleak - but there’s bleak and then there’s seeing grims wherever she went. a month later, her grandmother ( a woman who sybill could never decide was either a talented seer in her own right or a talented liar also ) was dead. it was sudden, and things seemed to escalate exponentially from here. within a year, her grandfather, an aunt and her own mother had passed on ; and sybill had started to notice. changes.

kinda hard not to notice the fact she was beginning to go to sleep in a very warm and cosy bed and wake up barefoot and naked in the middle of the creek at the bottom of the garden, arms raised to the sky, images seered to the back of her eyelids. sybill consulted dozens of healers. she was given dozens of different potions to aid her sleeping, she was told that she had been through a lot of loss in a short amount of time, it was natural to begin having sleeping issues and the images she saw were only NIGHTMARES, or dreams, or the echo of something normal from her subconscious. the potions didn’t work tho ! the spells, the advice, the grief counselling they sent her to... over the next while, sybill’s life really began to unravel, and she couldn’t understand it, so she definitely couldn’t explain it. 

throw everything together and mix some severe money issues in as sybill was never very good at actually running the store and was now dealing with a whole lot of confusing shit - she loses the shop, then the house, and this is what eventually brought her to albus dumbledore, where - haha ! - she made her first ever actual prophecy. fun ! sucks she doesn’t rmbr it <3 

sybill got the job based on that, but figured it was cause he liked her a lot ( he didn’t ). life straightens out somewhat, she moves into hogwarts ( did eventually buy a cottage in hogsmeade since she got married and w/e, but is back living in hogwarts now they’re divorced ), she terrifies students for many years over, blah blah blah. makes a second prophecy to harry potter ( doesn’t rmbr that one either ), fights in the battle of the astronomy tower, fights in the battle of hogwarts, yada yada yada.

i won’t say whether she ever thought herself a legitimate seer, or ever learned to think of herself as one, or ever figured that was maybe what her ( still persistent ) sleep walking was. got my thoughts ! think its fun to just leave it at : maybe ! maybe she’s a seer, maybe she’s half of one, maybe she’s a real good liar. she had plenty of practice ! either way, she really embraced her weirdness ( shoutout to mama cressida for teaching her to b weird and love every second of it ) and has spent the past couple decades just straight vibing. 

can’t think of anything else to add. come to syb if u want some wizard pot ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their EX WIFE / PARTNER who resembles SARAH SHAHI, RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY, CARLA GUGINO, SARAH RAFFERTY / ANY FC and should be 45+. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   i’m really open ! mostly because i'm entirely erasing the mr higglebottom thing, so we have so much freedom here in terms of… how they met, when they fell in love, how long they were married, how they’re dealing with the co-parenting thing, etc. sybill really did love them, that much i do know - but the marriage fell apart in my mind, sometime before the battle of hogwarts. maybe during her disastrous fifth year, when professor umbridge was, you know, attempting to ruin her life. i imagine they were a bit more maternal than sybill, and probably entertained / were even quite fond of how eccentric she was for years, but just eventually… got tired of it, or of how she wasn’t really putting their homelife above hogwarts, etc, and love just… was not enough to save ‘em. i think it’d be neat if they were a professor at hogwarts, too - maybe even a canonical one, like aurora sinistra ! - and their cute little staff room moments turned into total awkwardness for everyone else at the school < / 3   )

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their ADOPTIVE CHILD who resembles TATI GABRIELLE, ASA BUTTERFIELD, KAYLEE BRYANT, VERNON CHWE / ANY FC and should be 18 - 22. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   you have some choices ! i don’t mind whether they’re biologically her ex wifes, for example, or whether they were adopted, and if so, they absolutely could have been adopted at a later age - in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if they were. they were raised by sybill and her now ex wife, anyway, and would have attended hogwarts - unless… honestly, if u wanted to go a route of them being a squib or something i would be HERE for it - but, really, i don’t think that sybill has been the best of mothers, especially since she’s always been the sort of woman to put her ‘career’ [ which in her case is just, her being a seer ] above all else. she never would have intended to be the absent parent, and i guarantee she’s tried to be the ‘fun one’ moreso than that, but i gotta say. huge believer in acknowledging the faults of my chars. honestly, i feel like kids just aren’t her thing, and the likelihood is she decided to make them her thing for her ex wife - but she relates better to like, fully formed people, and only in more recent years has probably started to try be more of the sort of person they need. whether they’re here for that or no is absolutely up to you !   )

#nox.intro #( 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * biography ! #it is what it

[allforthecourtt]

rereading aftg with my dumbass opinions pt. 2 (tfc chapters 6-10)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

look guys! its the highly unanticipated continuation of my reread of aftg!

chapter 6 (aka. meet this MESS of a team)

“My mother's family is French." It was a lie that probably had his British mother rolling over in her sandy grave.”

neil really never misses an opportunity to remind readers that he fucking buried his mom on the beach huh?

“A liar who practices occasional honesty. Clever. Keeps people guessing. Very effective. I would know. I do it myself, you see. Come on, then. After you.”

have i mentioned how entertaining high andrew is? because he’s funny as hell

also rereading these are fun because Nora is incredible at foreshadowing just sayin

“Neil automatically reached for his seatbelt, but one of the brothers was sitting on it.”

how neil would be in the back of the cousins’ car if they let him:

“You?" Neil said. "You can't." Andrew's smile curved wider. "Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?" "Your mother's dead. I don't think she cares what you do.”

HO HO HOLY SHIT NEIL

“Starting a fight was too out of character for who he portrayed "Neil” to be, though.”

“Consider this your official invite, you suicidal wretch. I'm bringing you to Columbia with us this Friday.”

awe suicidal wretch... glad they’re starting those pet names early

“I don't drink or dance," Neil said.

andrew: i kno u can

“Kevin doesn't dance anymore”

anymore? ANYMORE??? release the cursed events that led to him not dancing anymore Nora im begging you

“Are you bleeding anywhere?" Matt asked. "Nowhere vital," Neil said.

gskjgnsak god i stan this little asshole so much

“She said it gently, with the hint of a smile on her face, but Neil still felt the rebuke. It was subtler but somehow deadlier”

have i mentioned how gay i am for renee? because im very gay for renee

“Allison looked ready for a photo shoot with perfect platinum curls, spiked heels, and a skintight dress.”

im also gay for allison ngl

“I can move if you want to sit here," Neil said. "No, this is fine." She smiled, but it had a smug edge to it, probably because Seth was glaring at them like he could kill them with willpower alone. ”

lol remember how neil doesn’t think he’s attractive and yet in 0.1 seconds after meeting him allison is like “yes this idiot is hot enough to piss off the other idiot im dating”

“Personal favorite was when someone told the police we were running a meth lab out of the dorm," Dan said sourly. "Police raids are awesome.”

no offence dan but that’s fucking hilarious omg

that’s kind of like the time my residence floor had to get evacuated bc some kids hotboxed their dorm room

god i love uni

“The death threats were creative, though," Nicky said. "Maybe this time they'll follow through and actually kill one of us. Let's vote. I nominate Seth.”

pfffffttttt i love Nicky omg

also hahahahahah foreshadowing!

“It'll be fine," Andrew said. "I promised, didn't I? Don't you believe me?" It took a while, but at last Kevin visibly relaxed. ”

again this is why i thought they were fucking for like the better part of the first two books

“The dead look Kevin turned on Andrew today was the same look Neil saw in his reflection. When Neil stopped acting, when he stopped worrying about who was watching, when he let go of the lies that kept him alive, that was the only expression he could make.”

it’s fine i didnt need a heart anyways

this kid is 18 hes A BABY

the first time i read this i was 18 too and like jfc i was a BABY at 18 and so i neil

“One of us has to make it, Mom." It wasn't going to be Neil. It was obvious he was too stupid to survive without his mother if he let himself get into messes like this. But maybe Kevin could do it.”

sorry let me just wipe my TEARS off my fucking laptop neil honey what the fuck

“He felt distant as he watched them walk in. Maybe he was already dying, his stupid soul fading from his short body in preparation for a brutal end.”

neil we get it you have depression (me too bitch u aint special)

“Fuck running," Seth said.

now that’s a whole ass mood

“he didn't know how Renee could smile so warmly when she was speaking to Andrew.”

haha bitch just wait

“when he slept, he dreamed of his father waiting for him on the Foxhole Court.”

remember how at the end of the series his father is waiting on the court but neil wins??? god we love good storytelling

this is such a fucking wild chapter

could you imagine? coming back from the summer and your first introduction to this amateur from arizona is this neil josten level of sass? because i’d probably kill him

first years are bad enough but first years who dont care about other people’s opinions? the fucking worst

chapter 7 (aka. neil does NOT have a fun night out)

“It seemed Allison and Seth didn't believe in middle ground: either they were slinging vile insults at each other or they were making out in the locker room regardless of whoever might be around.”

that’s just how the straights are

“It reminded Neil a little of Allison and Seth, except without the desperate sexual undertones.”

i’ll just leave this gem of a line here

“His teammates held so little regard for him he didn't even have the dubious honor of being dead last.”

neil shading himself is actually hilarious how relatable

“Neil watched him do it, trying to remember the last time someone gave him a gift and coming up blank. That his first one should be from Andrew was unsettling.”

i actually love the fact that andrew bought him clothes so early on like andrew your gay is showing

“Neil debated how much damage the thick heels of his new boots would do against Andrew's face and liked what his mind came up with.”

i thank god everyday that these books are neil’s pov

“Andrew gave Neil another slow once-over and let go. "We're going.”

^andrew seeing neil w/o contacts (aka. the ‘i can’t think straight’ vine)

“Most of the men wore leather, half the women had corsets, and a good number of both genders were covered in buckles and chains.”

this... is a... gay bar

“Andrew saluted the bouncers on his way by and led the way into the club, bypassing the line entirely.”

i always forget the drinking age in the us is 21 but like this bar really dont care about their liquor license AT ALL lmao

“You think Kevin would risk his future over a night out at the club?" "What future?" Neil asked.”

WOW NEIL WAY TO BE A BITCH

“Neil hadn't seen Aaron get up, but he was waiting behind Neil when Andrew let go. Neil reached for Andrew with lethal intent, but Aaron grabbed the back of his chair and pulled hard enough to topple it over.”

why are the twins literally this gif:

real talk nicky kissing neil like that is horrible and really reflects poorly on nicky as a character

andrew for this entire chapter:

chapter 8 (aka. a hitchhiker’s guide to lying about your identity)

“I don't know how your conversation with Andrew went, but it didn't end well. Rumor has it you paid a busboy a hundred bucks to knock you out. Way to cut our night short.”

this is probably my favourite thing neil does in the entire series ngl

“Wymack grabbed his elbow and hauled him inside. He slowed just long enough to slam the door behind Neil. "Are you stupid or just crazy? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you between here and there? What were you thinking?”

Why does Wymack literally sound like my father?

foxes: daddy?

wymack: DO I LOOK LIKE

follow up:

kevin: daddy?

wymack: uh yeah

“I don't know what the beef is between you two, but it ends here and now.”

Wymack @ neil: tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef that your a vegetarian and your not fucking scared of him

“Then correct me." "Give me a reason." "Besides the obvious?" Andrew said. "If I can't get an answer from you, I'll get it wherever I can.”

andrew:

“I'm—" Neil didn't want to say it, but the word was already there, broken and pathetic between them, "—nothing. I'll always have and be nothing.”

“He wondered for a moment if Andrew could handle the entire truth so calmly, but that was too dangerous and stupid to consider.”

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”

this is such a good fucking line like i am shooketh

chapter 9 (aka. neil is, like, really horny for exy)

“Are you stupid?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Neil said.”

what a fuckin MOOD

“Neil had almost forgotten why he liked Exy so much. He did his best at practices but these days he worked mostly to keep his teammates off his back. As Neil surveyed Kevin's damage, he finally felt inspired again. On its heels was a hungry, desperate rush.”

“Seth made as if to throw his beer at Neil. "His life is not more important than mine just because he's more talented.”

sometimes i really wish seth was actually given a chance to have some character development

“ "Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." "Maybe I am," Neil said”

another big fucking MOOD

chapter 10 (aka. shocking: university is hard :/ )

“It's fun telling Kevin no," Andrew said with a wicked grin.”

why is andrew like this omg

betsy probably was like just looking for a chill job and was like “oh cool uni students? ill have to deal with like a lot of anxiety, sexual tension, depression and like confusion about the future, not to bad” but NOPE welcome to the fucking MAFIA WARS

“That wasn't so bad, was it? Andrew was convinced it would be a disaster. He put money on you hating Betsy." "Did you bet against him?" "Yes," Renee said. "It was a private bet between the two of us.”

“I hope you didn't lose much," Neil said.”

god why is he such an asshole at every opportunity i love him

“I can take care of myself," Neil said. "Watch me beam with pride.”

wymack is the best father in the world and you cant convince me otherwise

“There was one for every fall team with schedules printed on each. Neil kept the Exy one, tossed the rest into the trash, and buried his magnet deep in his pocket where he didn't have to look at the dates.”

neil “i only care about exy” josten strikes again with his great school spirit

“Palmetto State was facing Edgar Allan on Friday, October 13th”

that’s such a cliche and i love it

“He detoured around students toward one of Palmetto State's three dining halls. Two were for the general student body. The third was for athletes only”

lmao my school literally has one dining hall and it couldnt give less of a fuck what type of student they’re selling food too as long as they’ll pay $15 for chicken fingers

what kind of money does palmetto state fuckin have

like i get us tuition is a lot but jesus so’s mine and my school couldn’t be less fucked

“It was only the first day of school and he already had three assignments: a short paper, a fifty-page chapter to read, and a page of questions about said chapter. Neil debated for a minute as to which one sounded least painful. Five minutes later he was still uninspired, so he put his head down on his desk.”

1. MOOD

2. first years are so cute thinking that’s a lot of assignments i remember in first year being like “i have to read 40 pages thats so unfair :(” and now i’m like “ah sick only 200 pgs of readings this week? im gonna have so much free time!”

upper year history sucks ngl

“I'm fine," Neil said.”

neil knows exactly two (2) words and those are it

“You say that an awful lot," Matt said. "I'm starting to think you don't know what it means.”

overall thoughts:

the plot is pickinnnng upppp

i kind of forget how much world building happens in the first book but like its good

also i love neil literally hating everyone its so funny bc like bby these going to be your best friends just wait

anyways that’s all for now

part 3 will be the rest of tfc and then we’ll move onto trk if you guys still want more of this? let me know

love u all bye

#rereading aftg

[its-exy-bitch]

i forgot i sent that ask about aaron doing fan signatures for andrew when a fan wants aarons instead,,, love that, glad u like it. imagine at an exy event while other teams have a considerable amount of fans, the foxes fans are loyal af & even though they might have somewhat less, most of the foxes are sincerely touched by their fans & how earnest they are. kevin, of course, has the most (because kevn day, son of exy) who gush & awe over him, so he puts on his press face & shows off. he (1/?)

(kevin) loves talking strategy with his fans, even when he’s trying to be less competitive because that’s friendlier, but he when he inevitably gets asked about the ravens he tenses up which will often cause his teammates/coach to move things along, but at one point a fan goes “you get to meet kevin day & you want to talk about those assholes? who cares. i wanna know about kayleigh starting exy!” and that is immediately kevin’s favorite fan. over time less Q’s are raven-related. of course matt has fans, look at the giant sweetie! he’s a nice guy, loves taking fan questions. some fans are intimidated at first, but he grins & they immediately grin back. later in his career he opens up about his substance abuse issues & gets an almost shocking amount of letters/emails from fans thanking him for showing you can go down that path & still make your way out. his friendly personality helps more people get interested in the game, he does a lot of charity work too. Renee, dan, & allison will have giant groups of female fans that get pushed out by the mostly male fans of some other exy teams. Dan almost cries the first time she gets a young girl coming up to her, asking her to sign her racquet. All 3 are strong & amazing role models for all their fans (girls & guys alike). Allison’s fans are wide-eyed at this gorgeous athlete who seems to have it all, she is notorious for taking selfies with her fans (she never wants them to feel ignored/neglected) 

Renee is well known as the foxes female goalie, and she gets fans who are impressed af by her switching positions after the team lost seth. her open, warm personality & understanding that life can hit harder than any exy racquet leads more than one black sheep her way. when she & allison come out there’s fans that wave pride flags, one fan even dyes her hair similar to Renee’s. she starts a junior exy team at her church for the youth group, who fill the stands at her games when they can. nicky… nicky never thought he’d have fans, he was mainly there to finish his education & watch his cousins. He is so determinedly alive, out, & proud that he gains a following of LGBT exy fans, it’s small at first (the game is not friendly to pro-exy players who are out, & less people pay attention to college teams) but he has fans. his first fan, specifically him, not just foxes fan, pushes past kevin to get his signature (nicky 100% cries) their racquet has rainbow tape on the end &  they ask nicky to sign it. later on in time once andrew is out, the same fan comes back & asks andrew to sign it. (this, of course, starts a chorus of “who wants to sign the gay racquet?” upon which the fan learns the team is a lot less straight than previously believed) andrew rejects most fans, but will almost always sign stuff for younger kids, but that’s partially because few are brave enough to ask. of course, he does the whole “wrong twin” thing too. neil gets a lot of.. uncomfortable. questions about the ravens/his past, but he shuts those down pretty quick. at one interview neil decides to be petty & only acknowledge questions relating to exy or the game. he just,, stares at whoever asked a dumb question until they move on… at another one the stupid questions get answered with stupid responses that make no sense until he gets fed up. one interview he responds only in another language, but he keeps changing the language & shit-talks the interviewer the whole time.

My irrelevant response to these godly words is below 

Firstly, you are incredible, and every word written here is absolutely correct. Reading this made me absurdly happy, because Its! What! They! Deserve! I feel like Allison is DEFINITELY the type of celebrity that completely disregards security or whoever, and just hugs her fans, because she appreciates them so much. Plus if someone tried to pull any shit on her, she could take them out in 2 seconds flat. These are so in character and I would like you to write a book please because you have absolutely amazing and logical ideas. I am in awe.

#i am SO fucking sorry how long i took to respond to this/my lame words #i tried to answer one of the asks privately but i think it doesnt work on anon #anyway im so sorry and thank you so much for sending this in i truely appreciate it with my whole heart #i just have finals and prom and i had all these ideas to put in the responce but im terrible with words so it was bleh #im really really sorry #<3

[darktammy]

An Unknown Life

Horror Story (My first one hope you all enjoy Oh yeah if you wanna be tag in this let me know then I’ll add ya)[go easy please thank you] 

In this story it’s about you living a normal life after your break up with Seth. Then one day your best friend Dixie invited you over to play with a Ouija board. It turn your whole life around after you playing with the demons toy. 

{word count: 8,882} 

Characters: Finn Balor, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Renee Young, Nikki Bella.

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   You look out the window from your home, watching the rain fall you heard a knock at the door. You walk up to the door opening it to see an old friend. “Hey Finn.” You said with a smile. “Hey love, how have you been?” He said looking down at you. The way he look at with ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, skin tan but soft to the touch. Killer looking abs, but his voice deep with an Irish accent. You moved over just so you can let him. He took the hint as he walk right in. Finn look around the place only to see you don’t have any furniture in your place. “What happened here love?” As he look at you with a confused look on his face. You walk past him pulling out a fold out chair telling him to sit down which he did as you pulled out your own chair to sit in. “First off Finn how did you find me?” You said looking at him. A small smirk came on his face. “Sweetheart I’m a man, and as one we know where you will hide, but beside all that I would love to know what happened to you? It’s been five years since I’ve seen or heard from you.” You sat back as you look down with sad eyes. “Finn...there’s something I need to tell you. I know this whole story may sound crazy, but just hear me out ok?” He nodded as he sat comfy in the chair with a small smile.

                                             5 years ago

You woke up from your small studio apartment. You sat up looking around your place seeing the kitchen next door, the bathroom on the left side of your place. The walls painted white with a very big window showing the outside world. You got up from your bed heading to the bathroom, opening your door you see your bathroom. Your bathroom was just a little bigger than your bedroom. You walk right in looking at your sink turning on the tap washing your face then brushing your teeth. Then you got into the shower by sliding the shower door. After about almost an hour into your morning day you look into the body mirror with a smile.You nodded your head seeing you were wearing black heel boots, with black spandex with your favorite color tank top, with a black leather jacket, hair lose with a little bit of makeup. You grab your things then head out the door.

You made it to work heading to your work space. You sat in your chair in your work cube working on your paper files that had to be due in next. “Hey Y/N girl!” YOur friend Dixie came over to see you. “Hey Dix sweetie, how are ya?” You said looking up at her. “Nothing much just bored working trying to make it thru this day. What about you Dix?” She had a funny look on her face as she open up her bag to show you a ouija board. “Uh? What do you think Y/N?” you move back a bit from her as you look up, “Really Dix you got a Ouija board?” As you look around to make sure no one else saw what she had in her bag. “Yeah for tonight’s little party were gonna have.” You look at her “We? Who’s that ‘WE’ exactly?” As you cross your arms. “Well I invited Nikki, Brie, Ro, and…” You look at her then you shook your head. “Oh no you invited Seth did you?” You said getting up grabbing your things for lunch. “I’m sorry but maybe if you both can try to work things out.” You turn to look back at your friend. “Dix you and I both know he cheated on me with, Nikki and I’m still never gonna forgive them both for it.” As you both walk to the elevator waiting to take you down. “Hey Y/N come on I’m sorry, but hey look at the bright side were gonna have fun by using this toy.” she held up the bag with the board inside. Which made you laugh. Once the elevator came you both walk in then head out the building for lunch.

Later that day you went home to get ready for tonight's scary horror party that Dixie was throwing. You look at your phone that read 6:30 you knew you had to be there by 8. So you pulled out a nice looking black bodycon dress, that hug your body in all the right ways. “I know Seth and Nikki are gonna be there better out stage them both.” You said to yourself. “Yeah this will do just fine for me.” As you hang it up on the body mirror then you walk into the bathroom to freshen yourself up for tonight.

You head for Dixie house ready to just get drunk and have fun. Once you rang her bell she open up hugging you as she pulled you in. “Oh wow your looking sexy there Y/N!” She said with a sassy tone on in her voice. “Hey I’m only here to have fun get drunk and call on ‘The Demon king’ with the ouija ok?” You said laughing as Dixie close her door. You walk right in all heads turn to you Brie with Daniel, Roman with his dated Dean with Renee and most of all Seth with Nikki. You walk right up to the bar as you made yourself a strong drink just so you can get Seth out of your head.

Threw out the night you and Dixie where just talking having a good time while Seth keep his eyes on you. Knowing how you pulled off that sexy look it made him super jealous. “Hey Seth why are you even looking at her?” He turn to look at Nikki. “I’m not staring at her like the way you think. I’m just looking because two can play this kind of game.” He said looking back at Nikki with a fake smile. She bought into his words as she gave him a kiss on his check. Deep down inside Seth was still mad about losing you.

The night was getting late most of the guest had already left for the night only leaving just you Dixie, Nikki, and Seth. “Alright since is just us four that’s left how about we play a board game?” Dixie said as she ran into the back. “Were a little to old to be playing board games here Dixie!” Nikki yelled from the living space. “I think this gonna be a lots of fuuunnn!” you said falling back first on the floor laughing. Seth shook his head with a small smirk on his face. “Here it is!” Dixie let the ouija board down on the table Nikki jump first moving away from it. “NO! I’m not playing with that!” You got back up looking at the board laughing a bit. “Oh yeah I almost forgot about that.” you said as you put your fingers on the key. “Come on it’s fake babe.” Seth look at Nikki “No way this game is not even real.” Dixie was getting mad at Seth. “Oh really Seth then watch me and Y/N play.” As Dixie sat down next to you putting her fingers on the key as well. “Alright then…” Dixie said, You spoke first. “Alright then can the demon king that dixie keeps on talking about answer my question?” As she laugh. The move to yes. “Dixie stop it.” You said laughing. “It’s not me I mean it.” She said. Seth and Nikki rolled there eyes. Dixie look up at Seth with worried eyes. “I’m not moving it Seth.” Dixie look back down to see her fingers turning black. You laugh again as you ask another question. “Hey Demon king are you looking for your queen?” It move to yes again. “Y/N I think we should stop playing.” She said moving her fingers away from the key.

“You know what I’m outta here come Seth let’s go.” Nikki said grabbing him the hand pulling him to the door. Dixie got up to follow them to the door. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said looking up at them. “Y/N just stop playing with it ok.” Then the next thing you know the lights went out in the house. Nikki screaming as the lights came back on. You and Dixie both laugh as you got up. “Look at the look on her face Y/N I told you.” As she look at you giving her a high five. “WHAT!?!?” Nikki said getting mad. “It was a prank bitch!” you said to her. Nikki ready to came after you, but Seth pulled her back. “Let's go home Nikki.” Seth said pulling her back from you. “Later whore.” Dixie said opening the door letting them leave then slamming it close. “You was right Dix it work.” you said laughing as you both walk back to the living space sitting down.

“Well how did you get your finger to turn black?” She pulled out nail polish which made you laugh even more. “Oh Y/N it was so much fun play that prank on them, but now it’s time for us to head to bed.” Dixie said as she pick up the board. You look at it. “Hey let me play with it for a bit.” She laugh as she puts it back down. “Alright then I’ll just set up the guess bedroom then.” She said walking away. You put your fingers back on the key. “Ok demon king are you even real?” The key moved to YES. Now you know this can’t be fake, because you didn’t move it. “Ok well what to do want?” The move spelling out Y-O-U. You shook your head as you move your hands away from it. Then the key move on it’s own once again. Spelling out W-H-E-R-E  A-R-E Y-O-U G-O-I-N-G M-Y L-O-V-E ? You were in shaking as you saw the key move on it’s own. Slowly you got up then move away from it heading to the guest bedroom. You saw Dixie was already past out in her bed. “Dixie?” You said but nothing happen. So you headed to bed closing your eyes so you can get some sleep.

The next day you woke up feeling sick. You knew you had a little too much to drink last night. “Hey Y/N...are you ok?” Dixie ask you. You just got up running past her straight to the bathroom where you puke. “Well good thing we don’t have work today.” Dixie said as she walk out of the room. “When your done I’m taking you home!” She said. Once you made it home you still felt sick to your stomach so you just laid down in your bed for the rest of the day. Hopefully the pain would go away the next day.  

Finally the weekend was over but the pain didn’t stop. You went to work with sharp pains in your  abdomen. You walk into the breakroom looking for anything to get rid of the pain in your body, even just for a few hours. “Damn it.” You said. “Hey Y/N are you alright?” You look up to see Dean drinking some coffee. “Hey Deano I’m having to major stomach pains right now.” You said as you sat down. Dean sat next to you. “Hey did you take some painkillers or something?” YOu shook your head. “Damn doll face, look like you might have to call off sick if it’s that bad.” You laugh a little from the word doll face. You won’t forget when you guys first meet he thought you were very pretty. Yes you both did go on a few dates, but at the end you both came to a decision to just stay as friends. “I don’t wanna bother our boss Shane.” You said to him. “Shane? Oh right you was off on the weekend Shane don’t work here no more.” You look at him in shock. “What?” Dean nodded his head. “Yup something happened to him. No one knows, but now we got someone else. Some golden boy looking guy.” He said pointing at the office door that was still open. “Thanks Dean.” You said giving him a kiss on the check.

You walk out of the break room grabbing some of the paperwork from your desk. Then you walk right into Shane’s office. You look around to see some of the things in there was gone. Gone was his name, his picture of him and his family his stack of sneakers he has in the corner. Everything of him was gone as you put down the folders. “Oh my god there’s nothing of him in here.” As you look at his desk. “Well yes it’s true.” A strong Irish accent was heard from the door as you turn about to see him. A man tall like about almost 6ft ice blue eyes dark brown hair muscle built like type man. His eyes had like an evil look to it, but he had a sweet smile that can kill ever women’s ovaries. “Hello there…? Are you one of my workers?” You shook your head as you walk up to him. “Yeah I’m Y/N Y/L/N you must be?” As she extended her hand to shake his. Instead he took your hand then gave it a small kiss giving you goosebumps all over your body. “My dear I’m the new boss my name is Finn, Finn Balor.” You nodded your head. “Well nice to meet you sir, I better get back to work then. You said walking about to walk past him until the pain start back up again making you yelp. “Is everything ok?” Finn ask you. “No I had this pain for a few days now, but I won’t let it get to me.” You said leaving his office. Finn look behind him with a confused look on his face.

The rest of the day you try to work through the pain you had in your belly. “He there Y/N?” Dixie said as she gave you, your lunch. “Thanks Dix I need this. Yey soup again for crying out loud.” You said opening it. “Well you have pain so you need it for now.” She said with a smile. You nodded as you look up to see your new boss Fin walk over to your cube. “Oh look at here it’s Mr.Balor.” Dixie said. “Well hello Dixie and hello Y/N I have something for you, well I mean for your stomach pain.” He said giving you some maroon color small cup. “You should drink that now before you eat that soup.” He look down at you with kind words that melted your heart. So you did what he said drinking down until the after taste start to kick in. “It taste like blood.” You said as you look up at him. “Well where I’m from my dear we use pigs blood a lot.” He smile at you. You and Dixie almost gag when you heard the words pig's blood. “Really boss how was that gonna work?” Dixie said to him. “Hey Dix, it worked.” You said looking at her. “Thanks Mr.Balor.” You said looking at him. “Please love call me Finn.” He said walking away with a smile on his face. “Well, well, well Y/N looks like you got on his good side already.” Dixie said looking at you. You shook your head as you made her sit down to eat lunch.

After work you and Dixie did a little clothes shopping for halloween. You found a nice costume for the party that the office is throwing. “I think I’ll be a sexy devil Dix.” You said “Yeah that does look good Y/N but all we have to do now is find you a red crown.” Dixie points one out. You laugh seeing as it’s was shape as an pentagram. You pick it up as you and Dixie laugh then you both continue on shopping for new stuff. Once you both where done you want home to relax. You walk into your bathroom turning on the bath just so you can use the bubble bath. You relax in bathtub with your favorite scent. Once in the tub you felt relax, your muscle losing up your body you felt like you was in heaven. Until the pain came back this time far worse than before, making you yelp out in pain. “NOT AGAIN!!” as you held on to your belly. You got out of the tub holding yourself. “Please stop please make it stop.” You said crying to yourself it hurt so much that you past out from it.

You woke up the next day tasting blood from your mouth. You look at your hands seeing that there was blood all over your hands. “What the hell is this?” You said as you got up you felt something slide down off your body you see blood on your body not knowing what to think. Then you look down to see the lifeless body of a cat. You scream from the top of your lungs.

You made it to work late as you sat down in your chair just looking at your paperwork that need to be done. “Hello there...hey are you alright?” Finn said as he sat down next to you. You look at him as you look back at your files. “Hi Finn uhmm...nothing really I’m just not myself right now.” You told him. “Oi oi calm yourself love.” He said with a Irish accent. “I’m just trying to get threw with this pain I have I…” Finn gave her the same drink from yesterday. You smile as you thank him drinking it down making the pain finally going away. “How about lunch later on?” You smile at him and nodded as you got back to work.

At lunch Finn took you to a nice restaurant near work. You both sat in ordering your food until you saw someone you really didn’t want to see. “Oh no.” Finn look up at you. “What’s wrong love?” YOu shook your head with a smile. Finn look where you was looking at to see Seth and Nikki sitting three tables down from you both. “Someone you know?” Finn ask. “More like my ex-boyfriend.” You look up at Finn. “Ohh I see now. How about we invited them both to our table then uh?” Finn said with evil smirk on his face. Which made you giggle a bit. “No Finn let just leave to just us two, ok?” Finn laugh a bit as there order came then they both enjoyed.

“Oh my god looks like Y/N moved on fast.” Nikki said as she look over to see you and Finn enjoying lunch together. Seth look over and sees you both making him mad deep down inside. “Yeah your right she did.” Seth said downing down his beer. Nikki look back at Seth as she saw him looking over at them. “Babe?” She said making Seth look back at her. “What’s up babe?” she shook her head. Dean & Renee are invited us to there Halloween office party, do you still wanna go?” Seth look down then back up at Nikki with small smile. “Yeah we can go babe, after all we got nothing else to do anyways.” He said nodding his head.

You and Finn started talking about what you both plain on doing with your life. Talking about what how many kids you want marriage, all the good things in life. You look up at him with a smile as you both got ice cream. You your favorite while Finn got vanilla. “I see you like plain old vanilla Finn.” He smile looking down at you. “It’s my favorite.” Finn told you with a happy tone in his voice. “Maybe I should show you that plain old is no fun.” You said with teaser in your voice. Finn rise his eyebrow looking down at you. “My dear you won’t last that long with me.” He said putting his arm around you. You both started walking again back to work again.

After hours you start to help everyone out with the Halloween decoration for tomorrow's party. “Alright everyone I think we did a good job here.” You said as you look over to see Renee, Dean and Dixie. “Yes we did I’m so excited for tomorrow.” Renee said as she hug you. “Hey Y/N are you feeling ok?” Renee said as she puts her hand over your forehead. “What? No I’m fine Ren what are you talking about?” You move her hand from your forehead. “Are you sure ? Because I think your running a fever.” You look at her funny then shaking your head. “No I’m fine really.” Renee look at you with an rise eyebrow. “Let’s take you home then.” She grab your hand pulling you out of the building taking you home. You thank her for the ride as you hug her telling her to get back home safe. You walk up to your apartment only to hear two people arguing. You walk to your door only to see Seth and Finn ready to fight. “I’m sorry, but you have no right to be here.” Seth told Finn only for Finn to hold back even more. “Last time I check you cheated on her with Nikki right?” Finn said with his arm open ready for a fight. “You better leave or else!” Seth said looking Finn in his eyes. “Stop the both of you!” You said running up in between then both. You turn to look at Seth. “First off how the hell did you found me?” Seth look down at you with angry in his eyes. “Your friends are my friends too Y/N!” Finn pulled you behind him. “Maybe you should leave Seth or else.” He said this time his voice sounding deep like a demonic sound. You look over at Seth skin kinda turn white from Finn’s voice. Seth took a quick look at you then back at Finn. “I’ll be back.” Seth said walking away. You look up at Finn just see his eyes and what could you off guard was that his eyes where the color of yellow or gold color then when you blink it went back to blue. Ether Renee was telling the truth about you being sick, and you don’t even know about it, or your going bat shit crazy here. “Are you alright Y/N?” Finn said turning around to look down at you. “Yeah I’m fine I just wanna get in and relax.” You said pulling out your keys to open the door letting the both of yous in.

“I’m so sorry about that Y/N really. I just came over to see if you were ok.” Finn said standing right behind you. You turn around hugging him. “Thank you.” was all you can say to him. He hug you back with a smile on his face. You look up at him as he look down at you. Both of you got lost in each other’s eyes. Slowly you both move until you felt each other lips ghosting one another. Eyes lock on each other neither one of you ready to blank. Then it hit you onces again the sharp pain making you scream once again. Finn wasted no time on picking you up bridal style carrying you to your bed. You held on to your belly once again as tears start to fun down your face. You look up praying for the pain to stop. “Finn please tell me you still have that drink. “I’m coming love.” He said with panic in his voice. After a few more minutes Finn walk back with a small cup. Without thinking you just drank it down just so the pain can stop. “How you feeling love?” You nodded your head looking up at the ceiling of your place. “Stay with me please.” You said without looking at Finn. He nodded his head as he look around your place. “I guess we can share a bed.” You said looking at him. He turn around looking at you with one eyebrow rise.

“What?” You sat up on your bed knowing the pain was finally gone. “I said we can share the bed. Is that bad?” now looking at him with smile. He shook his head. “No love it’s not bad at all.” He started to take his shirt off while you did the same leaving you in your bra and shorts. You pulled the covers off just so you and Finn can get into the bed together. You look up at him to see his body and you were just like oh my god. You see he had six pack killer abs, muscled build. You could help but to stare at him with he look at you and laugh. “You like what you see?” He said to you. You shook your head as you look down already embarrassing yourself. “Oi it’s alright love.” He said walking over to your bed laying next to you.  You smiled at him as you both laid in bed together. “Goodnight love get some sleep your gonna need.” WIth those words of his you fell asleep.

You open your eyes slowly seeing nothing but darkness. At first you thought maybe the lights were off in your apartment, but then you got a good look as your eyes adjusted to the room only to see nothing but darkness. You try to move but you couldn’t, all you can move was your head. You started to panic as you look around the room. You know you was laying on a bed the sheets felt like silky and yes the color was black. You look around the room again you saw what look like humans standing in the corner of the bedroom. “Please help me. I can’t move.” You said trying to hold back your tears. One of them walk up to you holding a towel. You see a young woman with orange hair walking out of the darkness. She smiled at you as she spoke, “It’s ok love the king will come soon.” She said in heavy Irish accent. The other person came walking out of the dark, It was also another young women her hair was dark, but tied up in a sideway ponytail. “She right you know. Your king will come and fix everything right up.” She said with a smile. “Oh yes by the way my name is Bayley, and this is Becky here.” Bayley said with a smile “We're gonna be the ones to watch over you while you back home.” Bayley told you as she wipe a tear away from your eye. You didn’t even know you was crying. “Please am I dreaming? Please tell me if I’m dreaming?” You said. They both shook their heads. You look back up as you started to cry.

“No need to cry love.” A deep dark demonic voice came out of nowhere it made you look to the other side of the bed. “Bayley, Becky you both know what to do.” They both nodded as they started to walk away from you. “Please Bayley, Becky please help me I can’t move please!” Becky look back with a smile. “Dear tomorrow will be the day well help you as for now just relax.” She said as she and Bayley walk out of the bedroom closing the door. You look to the other side yelping as you saw the dark silhouette standing right next to the bed. “Please don’t hurt me please.” You said still crying. He started to walk further more into the the light. You saw his hand it was the color red with black. You look up to see his eyes the color of his eyes is what took your breath right out of your lungs. It was yellowish with gold, like a demon. It can’t be real demons don’t excited, there not real. His face came to light you saw his face. His face was all covered with black with white, his hair was short dark even. His body was the same as his face black with red.

“My queen you must relax.” He said as he sat down next to you in bed. “You see Y/N I’ve been waiting for more than over one hundred years for my queen, and yet here you are.” You close your eyes when you saw his hand caress your face so softly. “I will never hurt you my love. He said now using his other hand to slowly caress your body. “My queen tomorrow night is all hallows eve.” His hand stop right at your belly as he look at it with a smile. “You will do great things once it’s all complete.”  You open your eyes just see him smiling at your belly. “Please I don’t know what you want, but please let me go.” You said tears rolling down your face. He look back at you with a smile. “I’m not gonna hurt you love.” He lean in and kiss you on the forehead. “Get some rest my queen I must finish something before you wake up.” He told you as he gave you one last kiss that made you fall asleep.

In between your sleepy and awoken state you felt him, the demon right? He was on top of me. He was making love with me? You can see his face as you move your arms his neck. You start to moan as you keep fading in and out. “Who are you?” You ask him. With a smile on his face as he look down at you still thrusting in your core he breath out. “I’m The Demon King!” He said out loud while he start to speed up. You moan even louder feeling weak you know that feeling you know to well you was so close very close that you both came at the same time. You laid your arms back down turning your head falling asleep. “Goodnight my queen.” The Demon King said giving her a kiss.

The next morning you sat straight up in bed looking around, but clam once you saw it was your home. “Ok yeah that must have been a dream after all.” You said getting up. “Good morning love.” You heard as you turn to see Finn standing in the kitchen ready sever both of you breakfast. “Oh my god Finn…” you look at him. “Is everything ok?” You walk up to him giving him a hug. “I just had a nightmare.” You spoke with fear in your voice. “It’s ok we'll talk about it while we eat my dear.” You nodded as you both sat down to enjoy your meal.

                                   Later that night in the

                                       In the office party

You, Finn Nikki, Seth, Dixie, Renee, Dean and few more co-works where in that night enjoying the party drinking laughing enjoying them self.  You had on your sexy devil dress with horns. Finn wore a leprechaun suit, while Renee had a green fairy and Dean had just a white sheet over his body, you thought to yourself how silly he was. As for Seth and Nikki they both walk in were nothing but black. Seth wearing his same old black shirt with skinny Jeans and boots. While Nikki had a tight black dress with bat wings over her head. “Ok!!” You friend Dixie said. “So now that everyone is here, let’s all enjoy this Halloween party. Oh and please no one in here get drunk we don’t want anyone touching each other sexually.” Dixie laugh as she walk up to were You and Finn were standing. “So enjoying the party you two.” Dixie said while drinking her ‘punch’. “We are having a lovely time Dix.” Finn said putting his arm around you. “Yeah we are. Hey Dix why are you dress as witch? I thought you wanna to be an Angel?” You told her. “Y/N please I change my mind so let’s get moving!!” She said while trying to dance her drunk ass off to the dance floor. “Y/N love your friend is very funny.” Finn said kissing the side of your forehead.

The night was young everyone was having fun. All but Seth who just happened to seep his eyes on ya. You sat next to Finn while the party was going on until he had to leave you for a moment. Once Finn left you alone that gave Seth open opportunity to finally say what he had to say. “Y/N this time you won't walk away from me nor will you run.” Seth said sitting next to you. “What do you want Seth?” You told him annoyed. “Look babe I’m sorry ok. I get that your mad about what happen, but she came on to me first.” Seth said “But you didn’t stop Nikki and plus she was my friend and you knew that.” You look at with anger in your eyes. “Like I said I’m sorry, but I miss you Y/N please baby come back home. It’s not the same without ya.” Seth look down at you. You shook your head as you look up at him. “I’m sorry Seth, but my mind is made up. Stay away from me.” You said getting up walking away from him. You.  Nikki was watching the whole time making her mad as she slam her drink on the table. She follows you to the restroom.

You walk in making sure no one was around as you started to break down and cry. You remember very well that day. You came home from work early, so you can surprise Seth for his birthday. Once you made it inside you look around Seth was not playing his game as he would usually. So you walk up the stairs to the bedroom you both share. At first you thought you head something add. Moaning? “What the hell?” You said as you walk up to the bedroom door. You open the door only to be horrified. You saw who was should post to be your best friend Nikki on top of Seth. You yelled in horror as they both look back to see you standing there. You didn’t even bother staying you ran out of the house and want straight to Dixie telling her what happened.

“Really bitch!” Was all you heard waking you from your deep thoughts. “What do you want Nikki? Have you done enough damage already?” Nikki look at you piss off. “Seth doesn’t even look at me anymore let only fuck me.” You shook your head as you turn away from Nikki. “I’m not sorry about that, besides Nikki didn’t you and Seth had a great old time on his birthday?” You look down turning on the tap water just so you can wash your hands. Nikki turn you around just so you can face her. “I hate you Y/N all thanks to you Seth don’t even care about me!” Nikki said with tears ready to burst. You push Nikki off you then Nikki push you back, then you both got into fight. “You know Nikki maybe you and Seth are meant for each other.” You said slapping her in the face. “You always get better men than I do you bitch! First John, back in college, then Dean, then Seth now your boss Finn!” Was the last thing Nikki said as she kick you in the stomach.

You held on to your belly when the same pain only this time it was agonising to you that you fell to the floor screaming. Both you and Nikki look at your hand to see blood, you look down to see that you was bleeding. You fell on your back holding your abdomen while crying in pain. “What did...you..do...Nikki!!” You started to scream out in pain once again. Nikki stood there in shock now realizing what she had done. “Y/N I’m so sorry just let me go get help.” She said as she ran to the door. She tried to open the door, but the door was lock. “I can’t open it.” Nikki said she start to bang on the door. “Help {bang bang bang} Someone please help us!!” Nikki tried again to open the door. You felt the pain once again this time in an odd way. “Oh god please someone help...help me it feels like something’s coming out of me!!” Nikki stop as she look back only to see you trying to push something out of you, without you even knowing. “Your fine all I want to do is get out of here!” SHe said trying to open the door once again. You start have this pain, no not that type of pain, more like labor pains? You laid on the ground screaming as you felt something coming out of you. “Ahh!!!...Nikki please help me!!” Then the pain stop finally stop.

You laid there on the floor crying from the aftermath. Nikki was still trying to get the door open until she saw something speed crawling past her. “What was that?” She said as she turn to see you laying on the floor still bleeding. You look back to see Nikki standing by the door as she look around. All you could was making small sounds. “Nikki…” Was all you could say, you was trying to warn her that there were small bloody sharp nail look hands. “Looo...look….look out!” but by then it was too late the thing grab Nikki by her ankle making her fall to the floor with force. Without you even thinking you rice your hand out to her just so you can grab her, but failed as it pulled her away from you. All you heard was Nikki screaming from the top of her lungs. “Y/N...Seth...anybody help meeee!!!” was the last thing you heard Nikki say. You look around to see if you can find her, then you saw her body being thrown at you only to land no more than a few feet away. Nikki lookup at you and in horror you saw half her face was missing. “Ahhh!!!!” you yelled her eye hanging while her left side of her face was chewed off. Half her lips was just gone all you can see are now her teeth while her skin look just horrible. “Nikki…” Was the last thing you said as you saw the same hand you saw before lift his hand off slowly grabbing her by the feet then pulling back again. “STOP!!! PLEASE!!!” was the last thing you heard from Nikki because after seeing the horror you past out hearing her screams as she got drag away once again.

You open your eyes slowly as bright lights was blinding you. You tried to lift your hand up only to hear what sound like a chain. You  sat up to see you hand handcuffed to the bed. “What’s happening?” You said. “Y/N! Don’t say anything.” You heard that same Irish voice as you look over to your right. Finn with Dixie, Renee, Dean and Seth. “Where is Nikki?” Seth said as he walk up to your bed. Finn followed right after him. “She don’t have to say a word to ya.” YOu shook your head. “Stop the both of you alright?” Renee said as she walk right up to you. “Y/N do you know what happened?” You shook your head as tears started to run down your face. “Why am I handcuffed to the bed Renee?” She look down as she walk back to Dean hugging him. “Y/N did you know you pregnant?” was the words that came out of Dean’s mouth. “WHAT?” was the only thing you said. “Y/N it’s ok we're not mad at you just tell us did you know you was you pregnant?” Dean said while hold on to Renee. You look down as you shook your head. “No...no i didn’t. I didn’t even know. I didn’t. I wasn’t even showing you guys.” You look back at them with tears ran down your face. “Where’s Nikki Y/N?” Seth said. “I know she was with you in the bathroom when all the screaming was taken place.” He said. “Seth she was past out on the floor when we got to her. What made ya think she did anything to her?” Finn said getting into Seth face. “All right the both of you just stop.” Dixie said moving Finn away from Seth.

“What if Nikki is fine Seth and that she jump out the window of the bathroom?” Renee said. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Seth said looking at Renee. “Hey come on Seth, Renee was just giving her opinion that’s all.” Seth grab you by your arm pulling you to his face making you yelp in pain. “What did you do to Nikki?” Finn had enough as he pull Seth away from you making him turn to face Finn. “We don’t know what happened to Nikki for all we know she could have ran off Seth now back the fuck off from Y/N!” Seth push Finn as Finn push Seth back, before fist started to go flying Dean and Dixie pull the guys away from each other. “Alright that’s enough everyone get out!” a police officer walk in the room making everyone leave. You laid back down as tears started to roll down your face. “Love don’t say word to them, I’ll make sure my lawyer gets here.” The officers look at Finn telling him once more to leave. It didn’t take that long for the lawyer to show up. She walk right in with...orange hair? She look over at you then gave you wink as she sat down with officer and the detectives that now walk into your room.

After the long story you told the detectives your story they remove the handcuff off your wrist. You spend another night in the hospital just so nothing else bad takes place. By the morning you went home. You lock every door and window once you got back. You laid in bed all day trying to figure out how that even happened. Then you remember something, something that you totally forgot about. “Pregnant?” You said to yourself, then it hit you it all made since now. The pain you where having while you was on the floor. The feeling of something coming out of your vagina. It was birth, but of what? A baby? No it can’t be because to have a baby it has to take no more than nine months. This is not making any sense not at all. You heard your phone ring you look at it to see Seth calling you. You answered it, “What do you want Seth?” you said “What did you do to Nikki you bitch?!” You sat up in bed looking around your bedroom. “What? What are talking about Seth?” You said. “Did you watch the news this morning?” You didn’t as matter a fact you didn’t even bother turning on your lights now seeing how dark it’s getting now. You turn on your tv to see that they found a woman late 30ths her face eaten her body bloody and her inside was eaten out. You covered your mouth as you gasp. “Nikki.” was all you could say. “That’s right Y/N they found her body under a bridge not far from your job. They called me to help them identify Nikki.” He said as he started to cry over the phone. “Seth I don’t know how she got there, but I’m telling you the truth I didn’t do it!” You said over the phone crying. “Yeah right I’m going to kill you Y/N, just like how you killed Nikki.” was the last thing he said hang up the phone. You panic as you called the first person on your call log Finn.

You got out of bed as you ran to your door making sure it was lock up as well as the rest of the house. You rang his phone, but no answer so you left him a massage. “Finn please help me Seth is gonna kill me. I swear I had nothing to do with what happened to Nikki please help me.” you heard a glass break from the other side. You walk to where the sound came from. The kitchen as you walk right in your look at the floor to see broken glass. Then out of nowhere you felt a hand covering your mouth while something sharp was press on your neck. “Now if you say a fucking word Y/N I’m gonna stab you in your fucking neck.” You knew who it was, it was Seth. “Now get your shit and lets go.” You nodded as you put on your shoes and jacket you both walk out of your place. You sat in the car with Seth as he drove the both of you somewhere. “Now that it’s just us two tell me what happened that night with you and Nikki?” You keep your eyes on the road with your mouth shut. “Ok then Y/N ok.” Seth said as he nodded his head.

The drive wasn’t that long, he park the car Seth got out he walk to the other side opening the door pulling you out. He made you walk down a hill he didn’t care if you fell he just wanna you to make it somewhere. “This is it Y/N.” Seth said as he push you to the spot where there was caution tape still up dry blood around the place. “Seth!” you said turning around just to see a gun in his hand. “Seth...what the hell?” You said moving back from him. “You know Y/N I...I loved you ok, I really did. I know I fuck up and I just wanna us to get back together again, but after what happened with Nikki.” He look down at the ground as tears start to run down his face. “I don’t know anymore.” You move far back until your back was up against the wall now under the bridge. Seth was already close to you, so close to your face that you can now feel his breathing on your lips. “Seth please I don’t know how she got here, but I do know it wasn't me. I’m not lying to you.” You said as you try to hold back your tears, while you felt the gun close to your belly. “Seth please don’t do this all I know is that I saw something...something odd.” He look at you as he nodded his head. “I saw some hand like a monster type. It was not human I can tell you that. It pull Nikki with so much force that it pulled her into the toilet stall.” Seth keep the gun close as you spoke. “Whatever it was it ate half her face, and I just laid in pain I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t yell for help, my voice was high and dry and it hurt from all the screaming that I did.” You start to cry knowing that this might be the end for you. “Seth I’m so sorry, but I didn’t do it.” you said looking into Seth’s eyes. “I know when your lying and from what I see your not.” He said. He move his hand around your body hugging, but so great due to the fact that the gun was still on you. “I’m sorry Y/N but someone has to pay for what happened to Nikki. I just want you to know that….I love ya.” WIth that he kissed you for what feels like one last time, you both close your eyes. He was not lying about it his kiss was full of passion and love, something you always loved about him. Then a loud grunt noise came from him you open your eyes to see Seth face his eyes surprised by what hit him. You look down to see in pure horror, Seth’s heart was out of his body. You try to scream, but couldn’t due to the fact that you saw ‘him’. “My Queen.” The Demon King. Like a rag doll he toss Seth’s lifeless body to the side were he landed no one knows. “It’s time to go home now my queen.” Your mind start to race until everything faded into black.

You woke the next day back at home? You look around to see it was your apartment alright you look down at yourself no blood. You shook your head as you got up from bed. You walk into your kitchen to see...the window….it was fix? “Was I dreaming?” you said then you turn on the tv to see the news. “A body of a male was found name Seth Rollins it seems that the death was unknown but more to the story will come along.” That was it, that was your breaking point it was not a dream. You saw the demon king last night you did leave your home you did give birth to something it was not a dream and that was the end of it. You pack all your things everything you had one last long look then you walk out of your so called new home. You got into the first taxi you saw and straight to the airport. You got the ticket to your new destination, to your new home to a new life so you can leave the old one behind, and start a new one else where.

                                        Back to Present Day

You stood by the window as you look at the outside. “You see Finn I had to leave I had to run off after everything that happened to me, I just had to start a new life elsewhere.” You look at see Finn with his hand cross on his lap. “I see. So Five long years you have been running, running from what had happened to ya love?” You nodded as you look down from him. Finn got up from his chair, he walk towards you as he hugged you from behind. “You know very well me and everyone back home miss ya love.” you hugged him back with small smile on your face. “Finn I need to ask you this again. How did you fined me?” You look back at him. He smiled at you as he pick up your glass of water giving it you. You took it from him as you started to drink it. “You see Y/N it was not that easy due to the fact that you where using other names. Like Brie, or Ruby, or here’s one that’s funny Cathy.” He laugh. You rolled your eyes. “But then it hit me your Social.” You laugh as you nodded. “Oh yeah I did just so no one can find me.” You said laughing.

“My love I need you to do something for me.” Finn walk away then he stop with a smile on his face. “You should turn on your bedroom light.” He told. You shook your head as you walk into your bedroom to flick the switch, turning on the light into your bedroom. You stood by the door seeing….a child. How did he get in? What? “Finn is this your son?” You felt his arms wrap around your waist. “His our son Y/N.” He said with joy in his voice. You drop the glass cup hitting the floor, breaking next to you. You face turning white like snow. “You see love that night when you was playing with the ouija board, you open yourself to me. You ask about me, I answered you. You ask about my queen I answered ya, turns out you was here the whole time.” Finn move his lips to your ear. “I found my queen and that night when you past out drunk I did what I had to do marking ya with my child.” As he put his hand on your belly. “I had to finish the rest when I got you alone which by shock it work.” You were about to have a heart attack you start breath heavily, but Finn kiss your face calming you down.. “Calm down love, you’ll be fine we can go home now.” He said with a smile on his face.  

“Mommy!” Your son said. “Mommy it’s me Fergus.” He said running towards you hugging your lower body. You didn’t know what to think not at all you just hug your son right back without even thinking. “It’s time to go home.” Finn said you turn your head has your eyes widen to see Finn...now as The Demon King. 

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67 + Neil and the Upperclassmen? -sapphicwilds

( @sapphicwilds anyway i’m the literal worst and it’s been 87 years aND i’m still not happy with this but thank you sm for the prompt !!!! i hope u can find at least some enjoyment out of this

also i hope you don’t mind but i shoved some light renison in there because i’m a deprived lesbian u kno how it be)

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67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Upstate Regional Airport never seems to change. Although sheprefers making the trip from Boston to South Carolina by road, Allison has beenin and out of this airport numerous times in the past three years and each isidentical to the last. Her favourite part is the Starbucks just outside thefront entrance and she makes a beeline for it immediately after touchdown.Everything about this trip is significantly more manageable once she has alatte in hand.

Renee is the next to show up and she is still in heruniform, because the world is not about giving Allison a break. She slides intothe booth across from Allison, duffle banging heftily against the bench, andtugs her hair free from its tight bun at the back of her head. Allison focuseson the Peace Corps symbol embroidered over Renee’s left breast pocket so shedoesn’t have to think about the way three years has done nothing to still therush of her heart.

“I hope Abby won’t mind me taking over her shower for anhour at least. I’m a mess,” Renee laughs, rummaging through the pocket of herduffle. Allison smiles and taps her fingers steadily against her takeaway cup.She’s a mess of a different kind, but she doesn’t voice as much. One Fox down,three to go. Allison has never been very good at sentimentality, and reunionsare about as sentimental as it gets.

Renee produces a handful of coins and disappears to orderherself a sweet tea, so Allison takes the opportunity to people watch out thewindow. There’s a constant hustle of people loading luggage into taxis at thelayby, but Allison is keeping an eye out for a familiar battered pickup truck.

When Dan and Matt arrive, it’s in a seven-seater Range Roverthat Allison doesn’t expect at all. She doesn’t even notice them until Reneemoves to stand and, even then, it’s only because Dan is leaning halfway out thewindow to wave enthusiastically at them. They pile their luggage in and climbinto the backseat after it, and Matt pulls out onto the road.

“This is an awfully big car for just the two of you,”Allison says suspiciously. The state of the upholstery and lack of dustsuggests it’s new and she can’t help but feel a little cheated out of what isclearly an important update in their lives. She only notices the quiet look Danand Matt share because she’s watching them carefully in the rear-view mirror.

“It’s good to be prepared,” Dan says delicately.

“No freaking way,” Allison says, thumping her fist against theback of Dan’s headrest. The others laugh and she reaches round to dig herfingers into Dan’s hair, giving it a light tug. “I can’t believe you.”

“Nothing’s definite. It’s just, you know, on the table.”

Allison shares a private eye roll with Renee, because theyboth know it’s been definite since their junior year. She just hadn’t realisedhow much of their lives her friends were living without her. It still shocksher sometimes that her Foxes haven’t frozen in time as she remembers them, thatthere’s an entire world between Massachusetts and Georgia and further stillbetween her and wherever the hell Renee’s next assignment will send her. Theyhave grown independently of one another and Allison can see them all blossomingwhile she herself is still waiting to sprout.

Pulling into the stadium parking lot is nostalgic enough tobe sickening. Allison is impatient to get inside the gates and get this overwith, but the others seem to be content with just looking. Dan reaches out tolace her fingers through the mesh fence and Allison doesn’t miss the way shesighs into her shoulder, like she’s scared the noise might come out more sobthan anything. Allison doesn’t have a sentimental bone in her body, but sheisn’t heartless. She won’t begrudge her friends their reminiscence.

Renee presses her fingertips to the inside of Allison’sforearm and leans their shoulders together. Allison barely suppresses ashudder.

“Feels good to be back, right?” she says softly, like it’s asecret only Allison is allowed to know. They’ve each visited innumerable timessince their graduation but never altogether like this, and never since Neilbecame the sole original Fox left on the team.

“It would feel better to actually be inside,” Allison saysand Renee accepts it easily. Dan steps up to the gate and punches a few numbersinto the keypad, and they walk into the Foxhole Court.

Dan and Matt take the lead down the corridor towards thebreak room, so Allison walks beside Renee behind them. Renee brushes herfingers along the wall as they walk and Allison pretends not to notice becausethe sight of it makes sadness twist like a knife in her gut. She’d never say itbut she misses walking this corridor with them more than she cares to admit,even to herself.

They enter the foyer just as the Foxes are gathering for apost-practice pep talk. Allison’s gaze flits over a crowd of relativelyunfamiliar faces, before settling on Neil standing alone in the doorway. Shecan tell by the way he holds his body that he is desperately trying to meltinto shadows but being all too loud about it in the process. He looks lost in away she hasn’t seen him for years, and his gaze latches onto the upperclassmenlike they might be the only thing tethering him to land.

“Josten,” she says to dispel the tension, because looking athim makes her ache in ways that are somehow still foreign.

“Reynolds,” he says and his voice sounds like gravel.

Danger, she thinks because she does not like the wayhis expression shutters, and she can tell Renee senses it too from the weightof her index finger tugging at a belt loop on Allison’s jeans. They ignore therest of the team and head straight for him, crowding him back into the hallwayhe came from, like they can keep him safe just by keeping him from sight.

Allison hears Dan steal Wymack’s attention behind them, butshe doesn’t have time to worry about formalities. She swings an arm around Neiland manoeuvers him to be sandwiched between her and Renee. They are a blockadeshielding him from the rest of his team, from the world outside, from whateveris making his hands grip dents into the strap of his duffle.

“You’re hitching a lift with us. You don’t mind, Coach?”Allison phrases it like a question but no one is stupid enough to think thereis room for argument. Wymack waves a nonchalant hand, despite the sharp look inhis eyes when he addresses Neil.

“Don’t stay out all night. I need my captain at practicetomorrow,” he says. His tongue lingers over captain, like a heavysecret, and Allison has no trouble reading between the lines. Wymack needs Neil,not this shell in the shape of his body. Allison squeezes his shoulders alittle tighter and pulls him forward.

“We’ll make sure he’s there,” she says, pushes past the restof the Foxes, and guides her Neil-and-Renee combo out into the carpark. Theyclimb into the back of the Rover, Neil still squished thigh-to-thigh betweenthe girls, and Dan and Matt join them not long after. Neil picks at a fray inhis jeans as Matt pulls away from the Foxhole Court. Allison tries not tostare, but he is a picture perfect apparition of the ghost of a boy long sinceburied. He is a study in disappearing and Allison can feel thedesperation to run thrumming through the air around him. It has been fouryears. Looking at Neil, it feels like no time at all.

“What’s going on?” Dan says eventually, her eyebrowsknitting in the rear-view mirror. Neil jolts and all four of them pretend notto notice the fear he smooths out of his features.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

And, really, four years does nothing for a personhell-bent on self-destruction. Allison frowns at the side of hishead—calculating, concerned, cautious. She hasn’t felt this way around Neil along time.

It’s only because she has spent years envying Neil’s naturalhair colour that she notices the difference. (It’s only because he’s trying toohard to hide it. Allison resolutely doesn’t think about how much would gounnoticed if he wasn’t giving himself away.)

“You dyed your hair, kiddo?” she asks, sliding her fingersthrough the thick curls. Neil doesn’t flinch at the touch, but it’s a nearthing and they both know it. Allison retracts her hand instantly.

“I felt like a change,” Neil says, and his voice isnonchalant but the face he pulls is anything but.

“A change?” Dan asks incredulously.

“A change would be dyeing your hair neon green. You hardlylook any different,” Matt says. Neil opens his mouth to respond but Allisondoesn’t have time for them to hash out this argument. Not when Neil is sittingthere looking like that.

“Pull over, Matt,” she says sharply and is almost surprisedwhen he does so without question. They turn into a Walmart carpark and Allisonis out the door almost before they’ve stopped.

“Get out,” she says, pointing at Neil then stabbing herfinger at the ground in front of her.

“I’m fi–” he starts, but she cuts him off viciously.

“Out.”

He gets out.

They face each other down, twin righteous pillars on a crashcourse destined for collision. Allison can almost see the walls slamming intoplace, shuttering Neil’s vision and cutting her off before she can wedge onefoot in the door. They’ve all grown used to living in each other’s backpockets, but the last thing she expected is for him to use this complacencyagainst her.

“What’s going on?” she says in her best impersonation ofWymack. She’d try for Andrew if she was naïve enough not to know how horriblydisastrous that would be, but Wymack is second best at wheedling informationfrom Neil when his demeanour turns to brick and mortar.

“Nothing.”

“I’ll take the truth without a side order of bullshit,thanks.”

In her peripheral, Allison sees Matt move to climb out andRenee reach over to stop him. It’s just as well, because Neil is embodying thatdeer-caught-in-headlights look he first showed up with and Allison can alreadyimagine how easily he’d run if spooked. She folds her arms over her chest andwatches his fingers twitch over the hem of his shirt. He’s searching for lies,picking them apart in his head and piecing them together in the shape ofsomething believable. She can see it behind his expression—she barely even hasto look for it anymore. Whether or not he likes it, he has turned himself intoa book and flipped the pages open for them one by one. He gave himself to theFoxes and, for better or for worse, it is too late to take himself back.Allison knows he knows this, but he tries anyway.

“Look, if you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’tlie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

It’s the get out ofjail free card freshman Neil would have pounced on, but fifth-year Neil knowsAllison as well as she knows him. He is better at the give-and-take than heever has been and Allison watches his focus shift from finding the right lie tofinding a truth he can give in response.

“It’s lonely,” he says at length and his voice cracks in allthe wrong places. Allison feels it like a blade to her heart. “Being herewithout… without any of you. It’s like before.”

Guilt is an unfamiliar weight in Allison’s stomach, heavyand cold as ice. She feels sick with the spread of it across her gut,spiralling up her chest and spiking in the back of her throat. Neil’s eyes arebaleful, broken, lost. They are a white flag, waving surrender into the endlessvoid of the ocean. Allison does not think she’s ever been equipped for rescuemissions.

The others approach slowly from behind, but Allison isalready reaching forward, desperate to hold Neil’s cracked edges in place untilhe finds the strength to mend himself.

“Neil,” she whispers and he shifts into the welcome of heroutstretched arms. That’s all it takes for the rest of them to converge,clamouring for a spare limb, for any appendage to cling to, desperate in theirdesire to keep Neil steady. Allison presses her cheek to the crown of his head,Dan winds an arm around his waist, Renee slips her fingertips over his bicep,and Matt engulfs them all in a bear hug, bumping his chin lightly against Neil’sscalp.

Allison couldn’t say how long they stay like that, huddledaround this ghost in a half empty Walmart carpark, but it is long enough thatsome of the colour is returning to Neil’s cheeks and his hands don’t shake whenhe brushes hair out of his eyes. Neil has long since been the glue holding theFoxes (new and old and everything in between) together, but for the first timeAllison realises, somewhere along the way, they became the glue sliding betweenhis cracked exterior and the stitches patching him up at the end of the world.Something like nostalgia (like home and family and love lovelove) swoops in her heart and, for once, she doesn’t quash it.

Inexplicably, they end up at the same restaurant, a burgerjoint downtown from the university, that they’d first taken Neil to after hebecame the newest addition to the Foxes all those years ago. Allison almostscoffs at the sentimentality, but the fact that she notices says far more abouther than she’s willing to address. The five of them squish into an L-shapedbooth, elbows overlapping and knees knocking beneath the table, and it’s easyto fall back on the familiarity of it all. Allison has been graduated and alonegoing on four years, but if she doesn’t think too hard about it she can almostbelieve she’s still a reckless student winding down from a day of toughpractice and tougher in-fighting. She doesn’t miss it, and yet she does, in thesmall ways that feel large enough to swallow her whole.

There’s a lull in the conversation and Allison takes herchance, bumping her shoulder lightly with Neil’s where they’re pressed tight.

“Why the hair dye?”

His expression falters for all of a second and she almostthinks she won’t get a reply, before he picks himself up smoothly and shrugs.

“Sometimes the pressure of staying is too heavy. I have too muchto live for and I’m still learning what it means to be real, in my own right.Dyeing my hair feels a little closer to what I’m used to. It feels safer.”

Silence hangs in the air for several loaded seconds, heavyand humid all around them, before Allison tips her head to rest against Neil’sand smiles.

“Just promise me you won’t do something stupid like shavingyour head. That would be a travesty.”

It sparks a laugh from Neil and sets the tension ripplingaway in waves. The others relax into its wake and Matt, on the other side ofNeil, pushes a careful hand through Neil’s curls, tucking them away from hisforehead.

“I don’t know, I think he could rock the bald look,” hesays, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Of course he could. Neil could rock anything,” Dan chips inand Allison groans, ready to gripe something about the fashion disaster seated nextto her. There’s an easy rhythm amongst them, a four-step waltz they’ve learntto dance with their eyes closed, and it steals the concern from heavy limbs,leaving Allison feeling weightless and enamoured. It’s always been like this—thegentle push and pull, never asking too much, never taking more than they cangive—and she falls into the safety of it with practised ease. It’s thehomecoming she’s been waiting three years for and she doesn’t even care thather heart is swelling with the warmth of it.

Renee kicks Allison’s foot under the table and hooks hertoes around the back of Allison’s ankle, holding steadfast. Allison settlesback into her skin.

#ok so like i took an unexpected 2 month break somewhere in there but im back to writing #gonna spend the next few weeks filling prompts so if urs is still unanswered !!! im getting to it i swear !!!! #maz.dox #ajr #fic #sapphicwilds #answered

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Young hope: Chapter 17

Renee and Persi near the city limits, the end of Townsville within their site. “Look, were almost there. A few more minutes and we’ll be out of town.” Persi points out. Renee however is far too distracted to answer, looking down upon the rioting townspeople, setting the streets ablaze. “I don’t know if I should leave.” she utter, her voice beginning to crack. “Huh?” “I think I should just turn myself in.” “What!? No! Why do you want to go back to your dad after everything he’s done to you!?” “Because I want to stop all of this! It’s all my fault anyway. If I’d just behaved myself at that stupid party. None of this would be happening.” Renee cries, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Renee. Renee. Listen to me. Listen.” The Buxaplenty child stops her sorrow for a moment to listen to her poofy chauffeur. “Stop saying stuff like that. This isn’t your fault. None of it is. It’s you’re dad. He’s the one who hurt you over something as stupid as a party. He’s the one that sent the entire town in a frenzy instead of going to the cops to try and get you back. You know my mom had to deal with the rioting townspeople so that they don’t hurt my family or anyone else. A loving dad wouldn’t put his child through all that. You shouldn’t feel bad about a thing. Matter of fact, you should feel really lucky.” “Lucky? How am I lucky in the slightest after everything that’s happened?” “Because so many people are out there working together and fighting.”

The psionic hunter hurls countless bits of the city towards his skeletal foe, Vivi slicing whatever was in their way. They then cast out their reaper power onto the ground, causing a pair of massively boney appendages to burst out from the concrete. The psychic hunter halts the bones ascension by wrapping them with the very street they burst out from. He then finds Vivi on the rapid approach and opts to try and pinch them betwixt the buildings. Vivi cast out their reaper power between the approaching complexes, causing massive bone arms to burst from their faces and hold each other back, giving Vivi the moment to lunge forth. The teal hunter ascends away from them just when they were about to slash him. Seeing their opponent escape, Vivi’s green aura spike. All their power is sent within the scythe. She slashes at their psychic foe casting a massive wave of power towards the hunter.

“Doing everything they can to help out.”

Tore casts a ray of light towards the crimson hunters direction. Although too shaken to evade the blast in time, that fact fails to bother him as a smile draws across his face. Putting his demon out in front like a shield, the blood red monster opening his gaping mouth as their foes attack draws near. It takes the entire blast in within its maw, its form expanding to compensate. The blue boy proves himself confused as he witnesses the red beast swell. Just as that odd moment came in, it swiftly ends when the demon spits the boys own beam back to its sender. The angel flies to the side to evade his own beam, charging towards the man and his blood red demon with a readying swing.

“Pulling out all the stops in all this chaos.”

Cayenne evade the purple mercs dark rays as she swiftly dashes towards him with a readying punch. Catching her swing, Roy takes her arm and goes behind the spice queen, holding her in an arm lock. She attempts to get the bastard off her back with some back kicks, but Roy proves himself to slippery as he evades the young lady’s assault. The dark angel then tosses her aside, following her throw with a stream of dark power. Cayenne blocks the beam as she skids across the park grounds. She has a hard time blocking the ray with her rough landing, so she opts to redirect the beam instead. The spice queen throws the dark laser upward, just in time to see Roy on the rapid approach. Quickly getting up, she charges towards the merc herself, meeting in a powerful clash that breaks apart the earth beneath them.

“All just for you. I’d bet you’re dad would never do that for you.”

With Melvin and Mally in hand, Chloe hurries through the mall, hoping to find a their way out of the mall. Any way out would do, just as long as they escape from the pursing crowd below, hellbent on ending their flight. The fleeing trio taking their attention, the rioting mob fail to notice the marble floor rumbling beneath them. From behind, a charging elephant mows down the pursuing crowd. Atop the pachyderm, the elegant Palmove gives chase, refusing to let her audience depart. From the folds of her coat, a chain of monkeys erupt from her tuxedo, springing themselves towards the second floor walkway. Hooking onto the railing, the simians sling their master in their trio’s direction. Right upon encroaching her escaping guests, the magician feels something snag her back, halting her rocketing pursuit. Looking over, she finds a vine of ivy enveloping her fishnet legs that begin to pull her away from her prize. Upon being pulled back, the ivy wraps itself around Palmove, entrapping her in a natural binding that dangles from the 1st floor ceiling. Below, she finds a violet dressed witch, the illuminating potion within her grasp bouncing its glow onto her glare.

“If that’s not lucky, then I don’t know what is.” Persi’s speech manages to make perk Renee right up, drying the tears from her eyes with a calming sigh. “Thanks, Persi. That’s...That’s just what needed to hear.” “You’re welcome.” Her sadness having dissolves, she looks towards the city limits with a concerned stare. “I just wish I didn’t have to run from all this. With everyone helping me out, I just wish I could return the favor.”

Kingsley runs through the park grounds, hearing Cayenne and Roy’s all out brawl behind him. The lake was finally within his sites, the pier standing on the side of its waters. On the wooden deck stood Renee’s mother alongside Mally’s supposed friend, awaiting for his arrival. The two of them see the boy genius approach, catching his breath upon the stop. “You Kingsley?” Biz wonders. Kingsley holds his finger up. A supposed gesture telling the two to wait for a moment for him to catch his breathe. All the while, Mrs. Buxaplenty wonders if he was the one Renee was truly going out with. Drawing in a deep breathe of fresh air, the first thing that comes out of the boys mouth: “Yeah. I am...It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Buxaplenty…You’re daughter is really nice...” My...My daughter. Is Renee okay?” “Yeah...She’s fine. Renee’s heading out of the city as we speak.” Hearing that bit of good news out of this entire fiasco makes a relieved sigh escapes the woman lungs. “Thank god. At least she’s safe and sound.”

Biz stretches her arms out, declaring to the two: “Whelp. Now that my jobs done, think I might do the same.” Seeing her depart, Kingsley asks: “You ain’t sticking around?” “Nah. Gonna split before shit really hits the fan. Good luck getting outta here.” With her leaves, Kingsley ponders for a moments before asking Renee’s mother. “You’re husband can’t make things worse then they are now, can he?” A discouraging sigh escapes her lips, answering with: “I’m honestly afraid that he might be enraged enough to try. With midnight nearing, who knows what he might do.”

Within the golden walls of the Buxaplenty manor, the man of the house himself watches as the clock ticks away. Finally, the hand reaches the stroke of midnight, much to his furious inpatients. “The stroke of midnight has finally dawned, and my daughter is nowhere at my side. I’ve waited long enough.” He turns away from the golden clock, exiting his study with the promise: “If this metropolis cannot muster the will to retrieve her. Then I’ll simply have to provide a different incentive. These people will see what happens to those who fail me.”

Within the trio’s sites was the mall plaza, the glow of the moon shining through the glass ceiling. “Look, there it is!” Mally exclaims. “Finally, I’m ready to leave this damn mall.” Melvin enforces. “Hang on tight!”Chloe warns.

Right in the midst of their escape, a wayward bullet strikes Mally upon her arm. The injury causes the skater’s grip on the red head to slip, making her plummet towards the fountain. “No!” Chloe shouts. Despite her moment of pain, she acts fast and tosses her trusty grapplyo up towards the ascending couple. Right when the gadget was on the cusp of its reach, Melvin catches the yoyo, holding the device tightly within his grip. “Keep movin!” he demands. Upon her boyfriends instructions, the redhead rocket towards the ceiling, shattering the glass with a single blast and rocketing her boyfriend and the skater into the night sky.

The psionic hunter opens his eyes, a heavy breath seeps out from his mouth as he lays upon the cold pavement. He glances over to his hands, finding them still attached before looking down towards his lower half. The psychic hunter is in horror when he witnesses everything from his lower torso a yard away from him, completely detached from his body. Both of his halves poor out copious amounts of blood as he panics. Although his body had been sliced in half, he couldn’t feel any pain. In fact, he was rid of any feeling whatsoever, left entirely numb. He tries to pull himself back together with his psionic abilities, but could not muster any of his power. “What...What is...Happening?...My...My powers are gone…What’s left of my body is numb. So why aren’t I dead?” “Oh, trust me, you teal cock. You’re definitely dead.” Hearing the familiar confirmation, he looks behind him and finds Vivi, staring him down with scythe in hand. “You...What did you do to me!?” “What the hell does it look like I did to you, ya psychic shithead. I slice ya in half! I told you the only way you’re leaving is when I drag you straight to hell, and I meant that.” The skeleton slams the blunt of end of her scythe upon the concrete, a green power spreading beneath their defeated foe. “What-what are you-” Looking back at his other half, he finds a legion of skeletal appendages drag his legs down under the street. Soon those arms reach for him, erupting around and threaten to make due with Vivi’s promise. “No...No! Stop! Please! I only wanted to pay off my collage debt! I don’t wanna die! Make them stop!” Vivi herself scowls down upon the once powerful psychic as he leaves this mortal plain with a harrowing shriek.

The deed done, they drop their scythe, the blade hitting the pavement with a sharp clang. Vivi breaks into sniveling tears, kneeling down in the street at the thought of what they had just done. They fail to hear their phone go off with the quick sound of an updated notification.

The entirety of Townsville looks onto their devices, onto their TV, onto whatever it may be televised and witness Mr. Buxaplenty, prime to deliver one more message to the awaiting public. “Citizens of Townsville. Midnight has finally encroached upon our hour, and my daughter is yet to be by my side. I made it distinctly clear of the consequences if failure to meet my demands ever rose. It seems the promise of eternal wealth isn’t a well enough motivation for any of you. Which is why I propose a much more lucrative prize.” The people of the city await in anticipation, wondering what o so potentially maddening reward the insane tycoon tempted to offer. “The reward for my daughters return...shall be your very lives.” A vast dread encompasses everyone that watches, worried what the mogul was planning next, murmurs of worry filling the city air. “As of this moment, a powerful explosive has been set. One that will reduce the city and all who inhabit its concrete walls into ash. Unless my daughter is returned to my side, Townsville shall be reduced to a smoldering crater. All of you have 10 minutes. Prey that you do not fail.”

The announcement having finished, panic and mayhem fill the city soon after. Waves of citizens scramble through the concrete jungle, the people vacating their work places and homes, soon to join the crashing ocean of discord. A maelstrom of vehicles flood the concrete roads in a river of automobiles, serving to clog the exits as crashes and wrecks occur amidst the havoc.

Kingsley and the escaped Mrs. Buxaplenty halt at the parks gate, helpless to watch as the stream of cars before them race by in their bid to abscond. “God dammit! I should have stayed behind. I knew my husband would do something like this. I just knew it. I just hope there still time to get back to the mansion and talk him out of it.” “I doubt your husband would be there. He likely knows that’s where everyone would check first. It’s a safe bet that he and the bomb are hidden somewhere else.” “And where do you figure they’re at?” “Hmm...An explosive of that payload would have to be hidden somewhere big enough to store from prying eyes. Does you’re husband own any private store houses in town? Perhaps a warehouse?” “Ha! That insane bastard never told me a thing about his business, always going on about how secret best be kept with officials.” Pondering within a single moment, he deduces who might qualify as official business to such a mad man he could asks for answers. The answer then hits him. Quite the obvious, really. Surprised he didn’t think of it immediately. With that in mind, he pulls out his phone, hoping the only candidate he knows might have the answer he seeks.

Some of the townspeople opt out of escaping town in hopes of stopping the countdown. Eagerly, a wayward car crashes through the Buxaplenty gates and soon into the empty halls of the manor. Floods of people scramble inside its eccentric halls in hopes of uncovering the bomb or the man of the house himself. The mob tears their way through the desolate hall, breaking whatever was in their sites in their mission to save the city. But it seems Kingsley deduction had proven to be correct as all of their destructive efforts were nothing but in vain, no matter how hard they scoured the mansion.

Upon the outskirts of Townsville, Persephone and Renee are taken aback by the fathers threatening announcement. “This...This can’t be happening. I knew my dad would do something crazy, but I never thought he’d go to such extremes.” the platinum blonde worries. “I just hope that everyone in town makes it out on time. I can’t imagine any of our friends and family caught in the blast.” “I-I...I need to go back. If I can find my dad, maybe he’ll stop the countdown before its too late.” Right on the cusp of her regretful escape, her phone goes off, seeing on the other end being her boyfriend. She quickly answers the call with a shaky: “Kingsley?” “Renee!” she hears on the other end. “Kingsley? Oh thank god. Where are you? Where’s my mom?” “Both of us our fine. I just met up with her. But I’m gonna have someone else take her out of town.” “W-Why-” “There’s no time to explain. I need you to tell me if your dad has any storehouses in Townsville.” “Um...Only one. It’s one the northwest edge of town.” “Great. Thank you so much.” “Wait, Kingsley. What are you planning on doing?” Before Renee could receive an answer, Kingsley drops the call leaving the blonde with only the end tone to her ear. “Kingsley?...Kingsley!?”

Cayenne and Roy halt their rematch, having just heard the harrowing threat on their phones. “He can’t be serious!? Has that jackass lost his mind!? It hasn’t even been two hours yet!” A loud growl escaping her teeth, the spice queen turns towards the purple merc and blames him with: “God dammit! Why the hell did you have to stop us, you purple fuck!? You could have been doing something to help instead of wasting our time!” “Hey! I was opting for the fastest way outta this shit show. If anything, you’re the one that was wasting my ti-” Cayenne grab hold of the boys hoodie and pulls him close, cursing with: “Don’t give me that shit, jackass. “I” was helping my friends out of this mess. “You” just wanted you’re damn paycheck, not caring who you shat on!” Roy’s expression turns to offense as he slaps Cayenne grips aside. “You ever think that I was doing this because I did.” “The fuck do you-” “I wanted to stop this shit show the moment it left the tracks. Trade Kingsley off for the blonde, so I could turn her in and make this freight train of murderous chaos and greed fueled madness come to a screeching halt before anyone that “I” love got ran over. You ever thought of that?” “I...You...Motherfucker, I-”

In the midst of Cayenne anger fueled frustrations, she calms down just for a moment to answer her ringing cell. “What!?” “Whoa! Easy, it’s just me.” “Kingsley?” “Yeah, listen. I figured out where the bomb is at. I need to pick me up and fly me out to the northwest edge of Townsville ASAP.” “What about Renee’s mom?” “I already called Alex to have her be flied out. I need you to hurry so we can stop the countdown.” “Gotcha, gimme a sec.” Hanging up, the spice queen turns her gaze over to the awaiting Roy, mentioning: “Alright, you violet colored asshole. You wanna stop all this? Here’s exactly what you’re gonna do.”

Tore and the blood hunter watch as the townspeople below scatter about in a panic. Vehicles rush through the streets, giving little care what stands in their way. “Damn. Forget the money. I’m outta here.” His crimson red foe making his escape, the blue angel can’t help but stare down at the pandemonium below. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think things would get this much worse. He drops to his knees, clutching the sides of his head as a panicking expression is drawn upon his face. On the verge of breaking into despair, Tore hears his phone ring out. Finding Roy on the other side, he doesn’t hesitate to answer, greeting with: “Roy? Wha-What are you-” “Listen up, dumbass. You wanna make up for all the shit you caused, meet us at the northwest edge of town.” His brother hanging up, the blue boy watches as one of the runaway cars careens into the side of a building.

Within the confines of an unsuspecting warehouse, the doors slide open, letting the light of the casting moon pour in. Three columns of shadows overlap a big bomb on the far end of the buildings, the LED attached to front counting down from 4 minutes. “See, we got plenty of time left. Quit yer bitchen.” Cayenne comments. Both her and Tore rush towards the awaiting explosive, the blue boy mentioning: “Thing would probably make great fireworks from space.” “Stop!” Kingsley screams, prompting the powerhouses to grind to a halt. “The fuck is wrong?” Cayenne ask. “This bomb is utterly massive and possibly quite volatile. One jolt and it might go off.” “Then what do we do?” “Let me take care of this. I can cut the wires and disarm it.” The boy genius pulls out a set of pliers from his pocket as he approaches the bomb. Right when he nears the explosive, a booming voice from makes him come to a halt, commanding them to: “Halt right where you stand!”

From behind, they spot the tycoon orchestrating the madness staring down at the three atop the catwalk, his vengeful scowl glowing under the light of the LED. “Best not to take another step.” he warns. “Oh yeah? The fuck are you gonna do if we don’t?” Cayenne taunt. With next to no second thought, the blue angel rockets towards the aristocrat, ready to deliver him another well earned punch. Seeing him pull out a remote from the back of his pocket, Kingsley screams out: “Tore, stop! He has a detonator!” That swift command makes the indigo agent come to a screeching halt.

With a sinister chuckle, he walks off from the steel walkway, everyone staring in a nervous sweat as they watch the billionaire descend the metal steps. Upon the concrete floor, he looks to his would be attacker and demands that: “Tore...come.” As instructed, the angel descends near, staring with a piercing gaze. “Do you understand that the events that have transpired this night, have been nothing but you’re fault?” With that single question, the tycoon manages to break Tore’s glare, transforming it into one of fright. “What?” “You have more than figured out by bow that I am man with a lot of power at my fingertips. With but the simple promise of vast fortune, the entire city has been wiped into nothing but vast pandemonium. A chaos that you yourself had kicked off in only mere minutes. All of this could have been avoid if only you kept to yourself.” Upon hearing this, a vast feeling of guilt soon courses through the blue boys entire body. No matter how you put, things could have gone so much more smoothly. Why didn’t I just follow the stupid plan? Why did I have to say that I was Renee’s girlfriend in the first place? If I just listened the first time...If I just minded my own business...Dammit! Self loathing thoughts that swirl throughout his consciousness that begin to break him down. Right on the cusp of despair, he hears a familiar voice pierce through. “Oh, will you just shut the hell up already.” He breaks from his moment of abhorrence, turning to find Cayenne abruptly chiming in with: “The kid might be a the biggest dumbass in town, but at least he didn’t make the city go apeshit and threaten to blow everyone up. Quit blaming other people when you’re the one starting shit, asshole!” Hearing this from the spice queen reels the blue boy out from his moment of doubt, reigniting his contempt for the deranged billionaire.

“If that’s what you wish to believe. I suppose there’s no dealing with denial. But answer me one more question, child. You understand that under my name, I could have given you and your family everything you desired. Nothing would be out of the Buxaplenty’s financial reach. That having said, why would you risk all of that just for the opportunity to strike me down.” “That’s easy. It’s cause you were hurting a friend of mine.” “Hm...Quite the simple answer...Never the less. You are going to pay for your transgressions against the Buxaplenty name. The wounds you have inflicted upon me, I shall deliver back ten fold.” “You think you can just-” With a swift blow to the Tore’s face, he demands that he: “Silence, you whelp!”. Although the strike proves to have little effect against the blue boys cheek, the same could not be said about Mr. Buxaplently, as his fist grows sore upon withdraw. A hiss escapes the moguls teeth as he shakes the pain away, hearing the angel mention. Once his pain subsides, he come to the realization of: “Wait...Friend?...Of course. It was all a farce.”. Looking back at the blue boy, he continues with: “It’s the only way it makes sense. I know my daughter well enough to realize that she would never infatuate with such a simple minded brute such as yourself. That night you appeared. You were covering for her...but who else could she have possibly…” His gaze drifts towards the boy genius, noting his nervous stare. “No.”

Kingsley shuffles back as the entrepreneur slowly encroaches, the mans glare locked onto him on approach. “Of course. It all makes sense. Why else would the boy retreat to the Spicers abode. This entire time, my own flesh and blood...Engaging in romantic affairs with our family’s most hated rivals.” Renee’s father approaches in front of the Spicer, nearing with the question: “Answer me, Spicer. How long…How long have with her?” Nervous sweat running down his forehead, Kingsley shakes under the mad mans hate fueled scowl. “Ab...Nearly….Nearly a year now...” “Is that so?…...How utterly...” With little warning, the mogul delivers a swift punch to the boys gut. “Disgusting!” The blow hard enough for Kingsley to fall to his knees, Cayenne goes to the immediate snap and begins to charge. “You son of a bitch!” Despite her rage, a simple presentation of the billionaires thumb upon the button of the detonator is all it takes for her to halt the spice queens tracks. The powerhouse quelled, Mr. Buxaplenty turns back to the boy, watching as the genius clutches his stomach in pain. “Allow me to be honest with you, boy.” Distracted reeling back from the sudden blow, Kingsley fails to notice the man before him rising his leg atop his head. The entrepreneur stamps the Spicer’s head into the cold hard pavement underneath. “Your mother should have been mine from the very beginning. Destined to be wed at my side. Then your father. That foolish red head of a man came and swept that fate away. He took her away. Took away what was rightfully mine.” Watching the mans heel grinds on the boys temple stirs a boiling anger within Cayenne, helpless to watch as the insane mogul stamps on Kingsley’s head. “The very notion of your existence riles a powerful anger deep within my very being. A cruel reminder of the woman that I had lost so many years ago.”

“Is that...all she was to you?...Just something to own?” Kingsley finally speaks out. “Care to repeat yourself, boy?” the tycoon request, giving the boy’s head pressure against the concrete. Reeling back from the pain, the boy genius adds to his accusing retort: “Did you feel genuine feelings of love towards my mother...or did you simply see her as property to gain? Based upon the failed notions of an attempted company merge? If that’s the same contempt you hold for your wife and daughter...Then its no wonder Renee hates you.” That final comment was the final nail in the coffin. The last breaking point before the aristocrat was sent into a frothing wrath. “How dare...”dsadb On the cusp of a blistering meltdown, he raises his foot along with his body, aiming to stamps Kingsleys brains into paste as he ready for a powerful stomp. “How dare you!?”

Upon the midst of his prepared strike, a wayward black beam streaks past, reducing the mad mans hand and the detonator to dust. Buxaplenty gazes upon the stump that was once his palm in utter dread and lets out out a harrowing cry that echoes through the entirety of the warehouse. With nothing else to hold her back, Cayenne dashes straight for the man in his moment of agony. The spice queen grasp the back of the entrepreneurs head and slams him down into the pavement. Cracks beside the mans head, Renee’s father groans out in a dazing stupor before going limp.

Rushing to his aid, the blue boy helps Kingsley off the floor, asking: “You feeling okay, big guy?” “Yeah...I’m-I’m fine.” Kingsley answers, rubbing his temple. “No need to thank me.” they hear from across the room. From above the warehouse doors, Roy descends within the rest of the group, finishing with: “All part of the job.” Cayenne swiftly approaches, delivering a punch the back of the merc head whilst screaming: “Why the hell didn’t you fire on the bastard sooner!” “Gah! Fucking hell woman! Gimme a damn break! I was wanting to get a clean shot in. Ain’t exactly easy sniping with one arm, ya know. Christ!” “Whelp, now that that incident of soap opera style family rivalry escapades has been taken care of, how much time we got left before we go boom?” the blue boy wonders. Glancing upon the bombs LED timer, all of them find the countdown to have less then a minute left. “Oh. Just 30 seconds…30 seconds!”.

Dawdling not a moment further, Kingsley lunges towards the bomb with pliers in hand. The boy genius races around the explosive until he finds the panel and swiftly open it to expose its wiring. He doesn’t hesitate to begin cutting as the other show clear signs of distress and worry as the clock counts down with each tick. 10 seconds left, Kingsley hurries through the bush of wires, cutting through specific ones within the bombs jumbled insides, preying to make it in time. Finally, with but a fingernail of time left, the clock comes to a halt, the entire warehouse filling with the sighs of relief. “Thank fuck.” Cayenne adds.

The crisis finally averted, Tore checks on Mr. Buxaplentys body, wondering out loud: “Is he still alive?” Kicking the side of his gut, a groan escape from the mans unconscious stupor, Cayenne concludes: “Yep, crazy bastards still breathing.” Kingsley looks over, taking note of the mans bleeding arm, watching as the escaping blood forms into a small puddle. “Should...Should we take him to a hospital or...” “I say we let the crazy son of a bitch bleed out.” Roy suggests. “Heh, yeah. Like to see him buy some real estate in hell.” Cayenne jokes. “Guys, come on. We can’t just let him die like this.” Kingsley objects. “I don’t know Kingsley. He did make the town go crazy and threaten blow everyone up.” Tore mention. “Wait a minute. Are you two fucking serious? You’re actually gonna kill him?” Cayenne wonders. “Well, why not?” the blue boy casually wonder. “Because its illegal!” Kingsley shouts. “Dude. I’m pretty sure this asshole has broken a shit ton of laws tonight alone.” Roy retorts. “Kingsley, if its Renee your worried about. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t miss him.” “That’s not the point, I…I...I...But...You...You just can’t.” “Kingsley. He probably has enough money to bail himself out of jail in no time. Who knows what he might try next once all this passes.” Tore mentions. “Yeah. We’re not risking the lives of the people we care about just cause it make you feel bad. Comprende?” The merc objects further. “But...I...Nn, Cayenne, help me out.” Glancing towards his best friend, the spice queens gaze ventures away from her best friend. Her lack of response says it all the boy need to hear. “Now, if one else cares to chime in, I say we start with the head. Better safe then sorry.” Roy claims, raising his hand above his head in plans off delivering a swift chop to the aristocrats neck. Right on the cusp of laying down the fatal blow, the warehouse doors slide open, bright light flooding the vacant store house. Countless police aim their firearms down the insides of the house, demanding everyone to: “Freeze!”

With the threat of the bomb have been neutralized, along does the mayhem. The townspeople, once rioting within the streets, begin to calm themselves and return to their home. Those still insistence upon the chaos are rounded up by authorities and other good citizens. Peace begins to return to Townsville once more. The same can not be said however for the broken heart of our orange haired roller blader.

The skater sat upon the bench of an unsuspecting street, a hiss escaping her lips as Serena applies some of her healing potion to her gunshot wound. “Don’t worry. It’ll be over in a minute.” the witch mentions. “Ah...Thanks again Serena. Don’t really know what that magician might have done if you hadn’t showed up.” “Don’t worry. it’s my pleasure. Anything to repay you guys for saving us from Circe.” “Now if only one of your potions can mend a broken heart” Mally wonder under her breath. “Hm?” “Nothing...”

Under the healing powers of the liquid magic, Mallys arm regenerates from its wound, as if the gunshot never happened. Rubbing the spot on her arm, she hears the witch doctor conclude with: “There we go. Good as new. Now if you don’t need anything else, I need to check my stock in case my house got broken into. With that, the witch absconds, leaving the skater to wallow in her sadness, a deep sigh escaping her lungs.

Upon that moment, her skeletal enters the scene with a less then enthusiastic: “Hey there. S’up.” “Oh, hey...” she weakly replies. “That it? I save your ass from that teal dildo and all I get is an “Oh hey”? The fuck girl?” “No. I’m so sorry, Vivi. Thank-thank you so much for save my skin back there. I don’t what I do if you hadn’t jumped in when you did. I-” At that moment, she notices the left over tears within Vivi’s eyes. “Have you been crying?” Mally wonders. “Um-Uh. No, I-um...what-what the hell’s up with you? Why ya so sad?” “Oh...nothing. Just, uh...Processing…stuff.”. “What stuff?” Its that moment that the sound of hot sloppy snogging reaches the skeletons ears. Following the amorous noises leads them to notice Chloe and Melvin, engaging in a deep make out session. “Ooooh shit.” Viewing the couple in their moment of passion this cause a defeated groan to escape Mally’s lips.

She then finds Vivi, sitting next to her in her moment of self pity. The skelaton grabs the skater by her shoulder, cheering their friend up with: “Yo, Mal. Don’t- don’t beat yourself up over this shit.  So one catch you were gunning for got away, big fucking whoop. There’s plenty of fish in this mothafuckin sea ya call life. Trick is, to hang in there and keep throwing ya self out like god damn bait. Cause someday, you’re gonna catch the best bitch in the whole god damn ocean, and it’ll make the taste of you prize winning fish taste all the sweeter. Ya get me?” That oddly nautical statement having reached the skaters ears, Mally turns to her skeleton friends with a sniffling tear and holds them in a tender hug. Vivi’s face flushes upon the skaters tender embrace, their cheeks blushing bright red as she feels Mally’s tears run down their back. Returning the orange haired lasses bonding affection, Vivi hugs her back, adding a comforting pat.

Within the tender moment, the skater hears her skeleton friend asking: “Dude, the fuck is that?” Mally breaks from their tender hold to see what the skeleton had found. Gazing up into the night sky, the four found Chloe’s parents descending towards them, with Mally’s mom on their back. “Hi kids! Hi Chloe!” the Spicer mother greets. “Chloe, who’s that with you?” the father question. “Did you mention anything to you’re folks about me?” Melvin wonders. A frustrated groan leaving her lips, the red head denying with: “Dammit, no.”

Among the countless police vehicles surrounding the Buxaplenty warehouse, Renee and her bubbly blonde chauffeur descend down from the starless sky, both looking about the scene in hopes of finding their friends. “Do you see them anywhere?” the platinum blonde wonder. ‘Not yet...Oh! Oh! There they are! I see em!” Persi corrects, pointing outwards. Glancing in her direction, Renee finds her real beloved aside Persi’s powerhouse cousin.

Not hesitating a moment further, she rushes towards the boy genius, embracing him upon her approach. “Kingsley. Oh my god. I was worried sick about you. I didn’t know if you were gonna blow up alongside the town.” Feeling her tears run down his shirt, Kingsley returns the blonds tender hold with a comforting: “Hey, its okay. I knew what I was doing. Thanks to you, we manage to save the entire town.” “I know. It’s just when you hung up on me like that, I...didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again. I’d-I’d don’t know what I’d do without you.” “Renee…I’m sorry I made you worry so much.” “Didn’t have damn thing to be worried about. As if I’d let your dad lay a finger on my bitch” Cayenne enforces.

“My-My dad? Where is he?” After Kingsley and Cayenne share a quick glance, both turn over, Kingsley revealing that: “He’s...In the police car...over there.” Looking over, they catch the father in the back of the police wagon, his head covered in gauze and bandages. The couple could feel the mans scornful glare through the bullet proof glass, gazing into them with a silent ire. The man blistering glare makes the platinum blonde retreat into the safe arms of her beloved. “Hey, don’t worry.” she hears the boy mention alongside his soft grasp. “With all thats happened tonight, I doubt any sane courts would ever leave you in his custody, no matter how much money he threw at them.” “I know.” With the billionaire turning his gaze away from the couple, they watch as the police car drives.

After a quick text from her phone, Cayenne turns over her cousin, mentioning to Persi: “Whelp, just check with Bianca. Everything’s alright on their end.” The blonde lets out a relieved sigh, mentioning: “Thank goodness. Tonight gave me quite the scare. I was so worried that everybody I knew and love was gonna die.” “Hey, come on. The hell were you worried about? Ya think we’d let everyone die on our watch?” Finding her reassurance to not lift her cousin out from her fight, Cayenne grabs her attention with: “Hey.” Persi turning towards her cousin, she hears the spice queen add: “We all did our part. That what saved everyone. You kept Renee safe so she could rat out her dads dirty bomb. You helped out as much as everyone else did.” “You mean that?” “Course I do. Just don’t expect me to say shit that sappy again.” she reassures, finishing with a soft jab to the blondes shoulder. Persi returns the affection with a heartfelt hug, the spice queen rolling her eyes with a smile.

The angelic duo sit atop the roof of a swat truck, Roy consulting Tore about the events that transpired. “Seriously, how many times has this kinda thing happened my now?” the purple merc wonders. “I...I don’t know. Maybe like...2, 3 times?” the blue boy reluctantly admits. A tired groan escapes his violet brothers mouth, after which hearing from him: “See, you can’t keep doing this. You can’t just drive yourself into other people problems and expect to fix everything by punching people.” “I know. If just followed Kingsley in the first place and not rush in like a jacked up celebrity on a weekend drive, things would have went so much more smoothly. We’re lucky that were even still alive. God, I feel so...stupid.” “Knock that out. You just gotta think more before ya jump into shit.” Roy advises. “Yeah, I’m just so used to dealing with things by fighting, like how most of our problems are solved. You think punching the asshole dad abusing your friend would solve everything. I don’t know. Maybe I was just venting a little back there.” “With her dad?” “With...mine.” “Oh...Yeah...I can get that man. Dads, am I right?” “Hee….right.” The brothers lift their gaze towards the night sky, taking in the full view of the moons glow shining among the starless sky.

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