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enseeteacrack · 3 years

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Nct Mtl Likely To Be a Virgin

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Jisung - Still puts up handcuffs when he is hit on even though he is a legal adult / Other than being uninterested, he’s too busy wrecking Chenle in Apex / Jaemin will make sure he is a virgin until the day he dies because that is his baby

Chenle - Can't find a significant other that isn't Park Jisung / Keeping Haechan away from Daegal is a full time job

Mark - Pure church boy, took a vow of celibacy and no matter how much Haechan teases him, he will not back down / Can not speak to females unless needed to and even then, he is redder than a tomato

YangYang - Flirts with everything that walks but only in the form of knock knock jokes / Says Ten has to be present on all first dates just incase they need to make a getaway

Haechan - Too busy being obsessed with making fun of Mark and no one will meet up to his standards: Moon Taeil / Is in a committed relationship with Daegal Zhong

Hendery - Games for 24 hours a day / Owns a time machine

Xiaojun - Too awkward, will panic like he did when Yuta spoke to him / Would rather die than embarrass himself so he won't even try

Sungchan - Being tall definitely gives him bonus points with the ladies BUT he cannot speak to women because he thinks that all women are dwarfs / Has only ever looked into one person's eyes: Johnny Suh

Jungwoo - Only needs cuddles to survive, cuddles are more important than sex will ever be to him / Also only needs one person in his life, Mark Lee

Lucas - 50/50 could be a virgin based on the fact that he WILLINGLY wanted to perform Chewing Gum and I think that says alot / Maybe not a virgin because he's over 5'11

Jaemin - His coffee addiction prohibits him from strenuous activities, all the adrenaline mixed with the caffeine could result in a heart attack or stroke / Also too busy making sure Jisung stays pure

Jeno - the dreamies have grown up , he’s got the muscles and the smile is ^‿^ / he’s definitely gotten offers but has probably refused because his nights are reserved playing cops and robbers with Lucas

Shotaro - Seems like a sweet softy now but you can't tell me that Tiktok Shotaro wasn't getting any, he's dances spoke his no virgin truths / Tiktok Shotaro is let into the frat, no questions asked

Renjun - When he's not busy looking for the maknae line or his will to live, he's a scholar and is low-key cool af and smart is sexy idc what your opinion is / Not a virgin

Taeyong - Duality is a killer, his sweet personality and sexy stage charisma definitely caught everyones attention / As a single mom of 23, how else would he relieve stress

WinWin - He's just so damn cute and lovable without doing A N Y T H I N G / Lived in the 127 dorm with the frat line / Knows a thing or two about the tie on the door / 85% not a virgin

Taeil - Too calm to not be getting any / And from what the members say, he has an amazing body so why not share it with someone / Dilf. Period.

Kun - Is practically a full grown ass man, What are you gonna say if he's not a virgin? / The slight chance that he isn't a virgin it'd be because hes a hardworking boy and is in the studio or is hanging out with Chenle

Doyoung - He knows he's hot and so does everyone else / Sings like he is divorced with kids so he has to have some experience / Turtlenecks, dont even have to explain, he's definitely getting laid / Frat accountant, smart is sexy

Johnny - Have you seen anything he's ever said to anybody? / Man is a walking horn dog, rightfully so, he's fine as fuck and he knows it / Vice President of the frat line

Ten - Everything he does is sexual, from dancing, to singing, even breathing / Hits on everything with a pulse and who are they to turn him down / Is never wearing a shirt, wanna know why? it's for easy access

Jaehyun - MANS HIMSELF SAID IF HE WASN'T AN IDOL HE WOULD BE A TEEN DAD / Secretary of State of the frat line

Yuta - Look me in the eyes and tell me this man isn't getting laid / We all know what his 2 hour secret time is, like come on / Plus he's a foreigner so there's nothing holding him back / Bonus points for the belly button piercing / Thrives in the frat boy lifestyle

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failedintsave · 3 years

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I tried the MTL pairing generator for rarepair month...aaaand it told me to stay in my lane lol. And then it told me to write some Rachel/Roy Cornickleson which I just don't think I'm ready to take on 🙃 So here's some Skwistok set just before Doomstar that I've been fiddling with.

(gets just a little nsfw near the beginning)

Stages

Everyone handles grief differently.

Skwisgaar groaned as muscular arms pushed him against the wall, the reinforced metal door to his room on the submarine banging shut as they cleared the threshold. Hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place while lips and tongue and teeth worked over his neck. He clung desperately to the body pressed against him, fingers twisting in blue cotton material and yanking it upward. The mouth latched onto his throat pulled away as the t-shirt was hauled over his head and Toki's fevered eyes found his before rushing forward again, mashing their lips together with sloppy abandon. He gripped Skwisgaar by the belt, half dragging him as they stumbled their way to his bunk and collapsed. Breathing came in gasps and sighs as Toki's weight pinned him down into the mattress, the pressure both exhilarating and mollifying, an anchor to hold onto as the life he'd known for so many years turned upside down and twisted away in the wind.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of innocence, loss of trust, loss of opportunities. It was all meaningless, really. In his experience, something new always came along to fill the space so why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

Boots thumped to the floor, kicked off in haste. His shirt was peeled away before sturdy hands lifted his hips to free him of his jeans, calloused fingertips gliding back up his thighs and making him shiver. Toki climbed up to kiss him again, hungrily, as if trying to swallow him whole, their teeth knocking against each other. Skwisgaar ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, the hard lines of Toki's shoulders, the raised ridges of overlapping scars on his back, hip bones where they ground down against his own. Heat pooled low in his belly like magma aching to erupt. He wanted this, needed this right now, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. How long had they danced around this, stealing moments and blaming it later on booze or post-show adrenaline, walking right up to the line and peeking over before backing away again? In the name of preserving band dynamics? A lot of good that had done, they'd still ended up where they are now, Dethklok tipping over the precipice into self-destruction.

Another loss to add to the list.

Toki pulled back, glacier blue eyes raking over Skwisgaar's features with manic light, chestnut locks of hair falling in disarray to frame his face. Skwisgaar reached up and tucked a strand behind his ear and Toki's expression shifted, the wild yearning softened into something gentler, less wolfish. He sat up to kneel between Skwisgaar's legs, hand skimming from his collar bone to his navel and leaving a trail of fire, over the inside of his thigh and dipping beneath, pausing until Skwisgaar breathed his assent, whispered his name.

Fingers tested gingerly, gradually increasing in depth and pressure before he gripped him by the waist and hauled him onto his lap. Skwisgaar canted his hips, lip catching between his teeth at the feel of Toki against him, his pulse hammering in his ears. His head angled back into the pillows and a wordless moan escaped his throat when Toki eased forward, back arching as lightning raced up his spine. Skwisgaar's fingers knotted in the bed sheets as Toki released a shuddering breath over him, rocking into him slowly, building rhythm into a steady push and pull.

Loss of professional boundaries. Definitely not something to be mourned.

The devastating sensation of fullness where they joined drove all coherent thought from Skwisgaar's mind and his eyes rolled back under closed lids, panting nonsense and expletives, begging for release. His toes curled as Toki matched stokes with his hand to the tempo of his thrusts, coaxing him through his climax until tipping over the edge after him with a whining sigh. Call and response, Skwisgaar thought dazedly as his superheated skeleton melted into jelly. When he could open his eyes again, his gaze landed on Toki's face above him, watching him with an openly heartsick expression.

"I… hads to do dat… at least once before dis ams all over." The broken whisper settled over him like a burial shroud.

Skwisgaar shook his head, holding out his arms. "Come heres."

Swallowing thickly, Toki obeyed, winding his arms under Skwisgaar's shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Skwisgaar shifted to find a comfortable position, their sweat-slick chests sliding against each other as he angled slightly onto one side, hand cradling Toki's skull to keep him near.

"Seem pretties stupids we aments been doing dat dis whole time, honestlies."

Loss of time.

Toki held him tightly and Skwisgaar felt the tremor in his grip. He rubbed his cheek against the crown of the other man's head, humming tunelessly as he waited for him to speak, knowing already the fears plaguing his mind. He'd faced them often enough in his younger days, even if the scenario now was more complicated. It was hard to compare wondering where your next gig, your next meal ticket, might come from to wondering where to go after you'd already stood at the top.

Sniffling preceded the feeling of wetness against his shoulder, Toki mumbling against his skin. "What happens now? Ams we all just gonna says 'fucks you, see ya laters' now dat de band ams done? Even now dat dey tells us we gots to plays music to saves de world?"

Skwisgaar fiddled with a strand of brown hair for a moment before answering. "Well, I don'ts know abouts all dis saves-de-woirld business. But whats I do know ams band break ups. And, euughh, ja dat ams a pretty standords opseratings procedures."

"But does it has to be likes dat? We coulds all stays pals, right?"

"Dat ams...compslickateds." He dropped the lock and let his hand fall to Toki's shoulders. "Somet'ing like dis...people tends to ezpecks yous to euughh, picks sides. It ams messy. And it never warks out, t'ings always comes apart in de end."

Loss of the longest working relationships he'd had in his life.

Toki said nothing, so Skwisgaar continued if only to fill the silence. "But it coulds be worse, you knows? We gots more moneys den god, what's so bad what cants be fixed wif dat?" The statement produced a cold feeling trickling down behind his ribs, like swallowing a heaping spoonful of snow. "Nones of it acktualies matters. Just goes on to da next t'ings."

"I just... don'ts know what to does if dere aments a Dethklok."

"Whatevors you wants! You coulds buy de whole stores of airplane models, or you coulds builds you own splasharoonies water parks. Hell you coulds probablies starts a new bands wif dose guys from dat T'underhorse group."

"No," Toki murmured, face still compressed against Skwisgaar's neck. "I don't wants a new band. Dis was da one."

The possessive satisfaction he felt at those words tied his stomach in guilty knots.

"Ja it ams was a pretty good gigs…"

Toki shifted, laying his head on the pillow next to Skwisgaar's, his forlorn gaze searching his face for answers. Skwisgaar rolled so they were laying face to face, legs still twisted under the sheets.

Not everything was tied up in the feud that caused the band to split. What if it didn't have to be a total loss? Surely there were parts here that could be salvaged.

"Okej...so who says we haves to do anyt'ings at all?"

Toki's brows cinched. "What you means?"

Maybe, just this one thing, he could keep.

Skwisgaar's lips curved with the ghost of a smile. "I's already mades it to de top, ams de fastest guitarist alives...coulds be I shoulds just quits while I gots de title, ja? Retires, takes my ball and goes home wif it."

Toki snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Builds mineself a giant house up in de mountains or somet'ing. Or travels and just fucks off on de resgiduals forever, not worries about a deadlines or demos ever again. Plays guitar just for funs."

He saw his grin mirrored on Toki's face as the other man nodded dreamily.

"Maybe you...comes wif me?" Fluttery nerves tickled behind his sternum. "If you wants to."

Toki's eyes widened. "Wait. Whats?"

Just this. He could be happy with this.

"Y-you means it? You aments just messings with Toki?"

He shook his head. "How long dids we waste before nows? For not'ing. I'm sick ofs waitings. Let's just goes."

A heartbeat passed, and then Toki's mouth was on his again. Less frantic this time, hopeful rather than desperate. He cradled Toki's jaw, taking his time as he returned his affections, deepening the kiss and tracing languid strokes over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Their limbs wound together in a twisted bramble, bodies drawing tightly together, fitting like puzzle pieces.

A repetitive, discordant riff sounded from the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor and Toki's head jerked away. Flashing an apologetic grin, he rolled away to fish his phone from his pocket, sliding his pants up loosely around his hips.

"Sorries, be rights back!" He whispered, pressing the screen to answer. "Oh hei, Rockso!*

"Hows do you even has signals down here?" Skwisgaar called after him as he stepped into the hall, then flopped back onto the pillows to stare at the ceiling, counting the shiny rivets in the metal plating.

This was doable. Tomorrow they would bury more than just a mentor, they would lay to rest their careers as the biggest metal band in existence. The world at large would mourn their passing, but Skwisgaar wouldn't dwell on what's done and over. Not if he had new prospects to look forward to. Something always came along, and he never looked back.

"I tolds Magnus dat I woulds sit wif hims tomorrow." He heard Toki's muffled voice through the crack he'd left in the door.

A shadow passed over his thoughts at the name, like someone walking across his grave. It was uncomfortable to say the least, to have their former guitarist back in the fringes of their lives. Toki had a habit of finding friendship in questionable places, but where the clown was mostly an annoyance and sometimes a financial drain, his relationship with Magnus left Skwisgaar apprehensive. It didn't ease his mind when Toki insisted the older musician was different now. How could he know? He hadn't lived with the man, hadn't walked on eggshells during every rehearsal or songwriting session, hadn't watched as he plunged a knife into a bandmate.

But Magnus had also saved Toki with his insulin. He'd been there for Toki as a shoulder to lean on when the band had started to fall apart, too preoccupied with their own issues to spare a minute for their youngest member.

So maybe Toki was right. Things change; he'd never expected that a wedge could be driven between Nathan and Pickles far enough to end their friendship in such a catastrophic way, but here they were. And if Magnus still harbored any resentment for the band, their breakup was probably a balm to the old wound of rejection. What else could he wish on them? He was probably loving this.

The door scraped shut and Toki slipped back into the blankets gingerly, as if expecting Skwisgaar to be asleep. When he saw that he was still awake, Toki leaned in with a grin.

"Sorries...now, where was we…?" He murmured, capturing Skwisgaar's lips tenderly. "Oh ja, you was tellings me how we's gonna runs away togedders into de sunsets."

"Pfff. Dat am hardlies what I saids."

More kisses peppered his cheek and jaw. "Dats what I heards."

"Well I always knew yous was tone deafs, I didn'ts realize you ams just all de way hards of hearingks." His arm encircled Toki's back as the brunette nestled in again.

"Tells to me about wheres we gonna goes. Tells me about our house on tops of de mountains."

Skwisgaar snorted. Of the two of them, his was not the more vivid and fanciful imagination. But staring up at the blank canvas that the brushed metal panels of ceiling created, he envisioned a future for them to share. They squabbled playfully over locations and home design styles. They named off outlandish things they would fill their home with, like an even bigger ruby metronome or a trampoline room or an indoor pool shaped like a guitar and filled with champagne. They listed places they'd toured that they wanted to visit again, and locations they hadn't been yet but had always hoped to see.

"Can we gets a cat?" Toki asked suddenly, making Skwisgaar laugh airily.

"If we haves to?" He laughed again as Toki nodded against him. "But I'm not cleaningks up after it, dat ams all you, pal."

"Okei." Toki sighed deeply, settling in more comfortably. "Okei. I feels a lots less scareds now about all dis."

His hand glided up from where it had been resting at Skwisgaar's hip to lay warm over his heartbeat.

"I'll miss Dethklok. A whole lots. But now I t'inks I ams acktualies looking forwards to what comes next."

Still staring at the steel plates above, Skwisgaar grinned at the pictures they'd painted in his mind.

"Ja, me toos."

He covered Toki's hand with his own. However much they stood to lose after tomorrow, his heart felt lighter at what they were about to gain together. There was no reason to dwell on what was gone.

Everyone handles grief differently.

Laying on his bunk, Skwisgaar's eyes roamed the scuffed plate ceiling overhead, lingering on rusted rivets and water stains. The imperfections seemed to move and writhe like crawling insects under the influence of whatever handful of pills Pickles had given him. A half-drained bottle of vodka lay cradled against his chest, the mouth stoppered by his thumb. Fire burned in his belly from the alcohol, but cold fury pulsing through his veins tempered it.

He'd been prepared for Dethklok to end, had even accepted the idea that his career as a guitarist was over, diminished to a hobby. Playing guitar was his lifeblood, his purpose, and he'd been about to let that go. What had he been thinking? How had he gotten so wrapped up in fantasy that throwing away his entire self had seemed like a plausible course of action.

Loss of objectivity. Fortunately it seemed to be temporary.

He took a long pull from the bottle, dribbling a little and not bothering to wipe it away. Stupid Toki, needing to be comforted like a child with make-believe bedtime stories. He couldn't just man up and move on like everyone else, like Skwisgaar had been doing since he was a teen, finding his next audition, his next couch to crash on, his next temporary alliance with subpar musicians to make ends meet. It couldn't have been an easier landing for him either, no concerns about hunger or homelessness or deportation hanging over his head. He was set up for success and still couldn't handle it.

Fucking idiot needed so much attention, so much coddling, he'd even run straight into harm's way to try and make a friend. Of all people, he'd had to choose Magnus, that vindictive bastard. Of course he'd still been carrying a grudge, when had he ever let anything go in the past? And they'd known it.

A pair of divots on the ceiling stared back at him, one dark, one catching the light. Glaring back at him mockingly, winking at his impotent rage.

They'd known. They'd known, they knew, they knew.

Skwisgaar knew. And he'd said nothing.

Then he'd watched again, frozen, as Magnus drove a knife into someone close to him.

Skwisgaar thrashed upright, a strangled roar bursting from his lungs as he flung the bottle at the wall. He kicked at the bedside table bolted to the wall, denting it from below, then spun around to tear the sheets from his bunk and hurl them across the room. This wasn't the trade he'd prepared for, this wasn't the deal he'd made with himself.

His eyes fell on his Explorer propped in the corner. He reached for it, wrapping both hands around the ebony fretboard, holding it like an axe and swinging it against the wall. He bashed it into the floor, the dresser, screaming until his throat was raw and the guitar was cracked into useless chunks of wood and fiberglass connected by twisted strings. He dropped the pieces in a heap, sinking to the ground to lean against the side of his bed, his shoulders heaving with labored panting.

The door of his room scraped open, and in his periphery he saw a figure standing, backlit by the dim red glow in the corridor. Broad-shouldered, straight hair dangling about their head. His heart seized for a moment before the figure spoke, shattering his hallucination.

"What are you doing in here?" Nathan's gravelly voice was cautious.

Skwisgaar didn't turn, eyes still focused on the debris ahead of him. The stainless steel guitar strings seemed to wriggle like worms in grave soil, consuming the corpse of his instrument. He waited until he caught his breath before trying to respond.

"What does it looks like I'm doingks?"

Nathan shifted in the doorway. "Losing your mind."

He chuckled mirthlessly.

Loss of sanity? Maybe.

"You've been locked up in there a while. Maybe you should, you know. Come out here. With the rest of the band."

"Fucks off."

Nathan didn't move. Skwisgaar felt the urge to rage at the other man rise in him, to shout in his face, demand to know why it had taken him so long to patch things over with Pickles, why he let it go so far that he'd upset all of their lives so horrifically. But the feeling passed, his body drained from his previous outburst and from trying to filter a pharmacy's worth of substances through his liver.

"We're gonna find him, you know. Charles has people everywhere looking already."

One shoulder rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug. "Whatevers. Who cares."

They could have been a four-piece. If he really wanted to rage at someone it would be his past self. How different would things be right now if he'd never given that gutter rat a chance after missing his audition time? How much of what they achieved would they have really missed out on? How many rerecording sessions and stupid arguments and publicized blow outs could have been avoided? What would they really have been missing?

He certainly wouldn't mourn the loss of a constant source of annoyance. Of an immature tag-along with a hair trigger temper. Of a loud and boisterous whirlwind of silliness and color and sincerity.

Loss of his shadow. Loss of his muse. Loss of his best friend. Loss of his future. Loss of…

Loss of…

He couldn't breathe.

"Just leaves me alone. Please." He gritted out, proud of the steadiness of his voice as his stomach began to roil and his eyes prickled with tears.

Nathan hesitated. "Should I...close this?"

Skwisgaar nodded and after another moment the steel frame clanged shut. His vision blurred as tears welled and spilled over, his breath returning in short gasping puffs which rolled over into sobs that rattled his frame.

They'd had one day. Not even a day. An evening. Hours.

He wept until he was sick, vomiting clear liquor and not much else onto the floor next to the remnants of his guitar. He wept until his tears were spent and his head throbbed in tandem with his heart, even though he didn't understand how the muscle still carried a beat when the rhythm had been taken away.

Eventually he had nothing left. His face felt swollen, his eyes were gritty. Skwisgaar rolled to his hands and knees, avoiding the puddle of sick as he rocked up onto wobbly legs. He looked at the door, wondering if the others were still awake. If they were sitting in the lounge, drowning their sorrows. He felt like he wore a lead weight around his neck, bowing under the pull of it. It might be better just to sleep.

He turned to the naked mattress, but a scrap of blue on the floor near the foot of the bed caught his attention. A faded cotton t-shirt lay where it had been discarded. Skwisgaar stared at it for several long moments. He stepped closer to the bed, to the shirt.

And kicked it underneath the frame and out of sight before turning for the door.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of purpose. Loss of self. Loss of connection. Loss of…

It was all meaningless, really. So why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

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translations-by-aiimee · 3 years

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 23

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 23 - Child Ghost

Twenty minutes later, each of the three hooligans sat on the bench in the hospital corridor in a daze, each clutching a bottle of fresh orange juice. The nurse had just scolded them for disturbing the rest of the patients in the surrounding rooms, and they all looked a little bit ashamed. A-Yan's face had some colour brought back. After drinking a few sips of the drink, he calmly said: "I c-can't exorcise it completely. I can only figure out the source of this thing. Maybe it's a good thing that it's harder to expel."

Lin Yan asked what he meant, and the little Daoist priest explained: “As the saying goes, 'He who never wrongs others does not fear the knock in the night*.' Although this girl is weak from her illness, there must be other reasons why, out of so many other patients, this thing chose her. If we can find the reason, then maybe it will leave by itself."

*(T/N: 不做亏心事，不怕鬼敲门 - means if you've done nothing wrong, you don't have to worry about any retributions.)

"It-It keeps repeating 'Why haven't you come yet?' It may be a wandering spirit who hasn't fulfilled his dying wish. His Yin energy is very weak. He probably died not that long ago."

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly thought of Xiao Yu, and couldn't help but reveal his recent doubts to the little Daoist priest. After a long while, he turned his head and looked at the ghost next to him, and whispered: "Last time, I was only concerned about getting rid of him. I never asked him anything."

A-Yan sat curled up in the chair and listened to Lin Yan while gnawing on the cap of the orange juice bottle. He looked like a kitten. He jolted up and said: "Ghosts are divided into different categories. Today, the one here can only manifest by attaching itself to a living person and it will disappear once that person dies. However, the one that follows you is very, very strong."

A-Yan continued: "A ghost has no form at first, but if the soul is resentful and the body is buried in a place where the atmosphere has heavy negative energy, it's very likely to turn into a powerful ghost. A ghost will cultivate for a hundred years with a phantom body and, after a long time, it will develop a real body. When they have a real body, they don’t have to resort to 'bump around' like today, and they can even move around in the daytime without fear of Yang energy. They aren't so much ghosts as they are demons or animals." A-Yan clenched his fingers: " The most difficult evil spirit to deal with is known as the true body of the ten thousand clans. It requires special formations, plus needs to be done at the right time and place, so there's not much room for error. Once a part of the process goes wrong, the exorcist is likely to be drowned by the energy, go insane and instead be harmed by the evil spirit."

"L-Last time the formation was set up, Master made a fake one to fool the ghost, and he found the gap in time he needed. Otherwise, if you wanted to eliminate him, I'm afraid that you would have to gather more than fifteen boys in a Mandarin Duck Formation to have any hope." A-Yan suddenly gave Lin Yan a strange smile: "That was because he had just re-entered the world and was still confused when we tricked him. Now, I'm afraid. . . Brother Lin Yan, at this point, he should have already remembered something, right?"

Lin Yan thought back on all the things that happened at the lecture and the ghost's increasingly human-like behaviour. He was secretly surprised; was this ghost really recovering his memory? He nodded and replied, "He told me lots of things the day of the lecture. He can talk, just not very much."

A-Yan smiled nervously: "Y-Your four-pillar pure Yin is the most suitable alignment to feed ghosts. The longer he follows you, the more physical he'll become, and the more he'll remember."

"But. . ." A-Yan looked into the distance with a glaze in his eyes, his fingers tightly squeezed the drink bottle. He turned back and grinned at Lin Yan: "Be very careful."

"All I can say is that every action has a reaction, and I can't help you with anything at that point."

He didn’t know why, but Lin Yan felt that the way the little Daoist priest spoke seemed to imply something. Feeding ghosts. . . Lin Yan harshly inhaled the hospital’s air mixed with the smell of disinfectant and frowned. “Let's not talk about it. We have to save A-Zhou's cousin first and figure out the reason for the possession. Do you have to find out who the deceased is first?"

A-Yan nodded. Yin Zhou held his glasses, a little confused: "We don't have much time left. Dozens of people die in hospitals every month. We don't have time to go through each of them individually."

Lin Yan sighed: "That's no other option. Go and pull up the records of everyone who's died recently in the hospital. Maybe there's a clue somewhere."

After all, there were several people now that were exhausted from the attempted exorcism, paralyzed on the bench and not wanting to move. Lin Yan discreetly adjusted his position. Xiao Yu suddenly walked over to him, squatted down and grabbed his knees with both hands.

Lin Yan turned his face and snorted. "Weren't you ignoring me?"

Xiao Yu didn't answer. He gently lowered his head and put the side of his face on Lin Yan's knees, long hair cascading behind him like a waterfall. Lin Yan instinctively wanted to reach out his hand to touch his head, then he thought that he was probably still angry, so he put on an indifferent air and cold expression, not acknowledging him.

After a while, Xiao Yu raised his head. He pressed his hands firmly against Lin Yan's legs, stood up, turned and walked further down the corridor.

"Where are you going?" Lin Yan asked in a low voice. Seeing that he didn't answer, he had to follow a few steps behind. Xiao Yu quietly returned to the door of Xiao Yang's room and went straight through the door panel. Lin Yan was full of doubts. Peeking carefully through the door glass, he saw that Xiao Yang's mother was tired from crying and was sitting on the side of the bed, dozing off with her arms propping up her forehead. The girl, on the other hand, waited by the window again in the same manner as when Lin Yan had first arrived.

Xiao Yu walked to the girl's back and patted her shoulder lightly. What happened next left Lin Yan dumbfounded. The girl with her rolled-back eyes turned around and quietly "looked" at Xiao Yu, showing a normal human on her face for the first time. The corners of her mouth were pulled downward, a look of aggravation painted clearly on her face. Xiao Yu was tall, so he simply squatted in front of the girl and stroked her hair very softly. They were talking, and Lin Yan's eyes widened. Although he could not hear them, their expressions and slightly moving lips convinced him that they were indeed communicating in a language he didn't understand.

The little Daoist priest and Yin Zhou also followed at this time. They curiously holding the windowpane and looking in. They couldn't help but be shocked by the girl's appearance now.

"She's talking to herself?" Yin Zhou was surprised: "What's she saying?"

"Mortuary language." The little Daoist said in a deep voice. "The language used in ancient rituals to communicate with the dead."

Lin Yan looked at the harmonious picture in the room, unconsciously picking at the crack of the door. He grit his teeth and indignantly thought you're Xiao Yu. At home, you're fierce and want to kill me, yet you go talk to a young girl with such a tender look. You just look at such a pretty young girl that I don’t want to let it go. Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianist teachings have really gone to the dogs. It’s useless for you to think about it. I decided ages ago. When she's a few years older, I'll take her to watch movies and visit the amusement park. Let's see what you can do. . .

"Hey? Are you going to follow him inside?" Yin Zhou patted Lin Yan on his shoulder. Lin Yan had been distracted internally cursing Xiao Yu, and he was so frightened that the hairs on his neck stood on end.

"Holy shit, when did you get here? Were you trying to scare me to death by keeping quiet?!" Lin Yan grumbled, clutching his heart.

"Did you really not hear me talking so loudly before?!" Yin Zhou said in surprise: ". . . Why are you blushing?"

A-Yan smiled and gave Lin Yan a deep look, not making a sound.

The conversation in the room seemed to be over. Xiao Yu stood up. He leaned over and rubbed the top of the girl's head and walked out. Xiao Yang reluctantly turned and stood by the window again. Lin Yan gritted his teeth and waited outside. He internally decided he wouldn't fall for any more of his tricks considering he seemed to do them with anyone. . .

Xiao Yu had already returned to stand in front of him while he was distracted. Lin Yan turned his face away from him in anger, but Xiao Yu didn't care. He took out the memo and the soft-tip fountain pen Lin Yan had bought from his pocket and began to write.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Yin Zhou looked at the pen and paper hanging in the air and stared in shock.

Xiao Yu shoved the note into Lin Yan's hand, then retreated to stand behind him. Lin Yan looked down. The light green note had two lines written on it. The first line was a series of capitalized numbers: "Three-Five-One-Zero-Zero-Four." The second line was a sentence: "He's waiting for his father."

"Father?" Yin Zhou looked at the words on the note and suddenly clapped his hands: "Hey, I got it, no wonder it came to Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang's mother is a single parent. My uncle passed away last year. I came to the hospital to watch her overnight last week and heard her say she missed her dad and it felt like he was still there with her. . . Then what does that row of numbers mean?"

Lin Yan was also puzzled holding the note. When he asked Xiao Yu, he shook his head and didn't speak. Lin Yan couldn't help muttering, "What the hell? You touched her head and smiled for a long time without asking anything. . . It’s not because the little girl looks good..."

"A g-ghost's memories are incomplete. They can only remember what they want. It would be nice if they can remember the numbers." A-Yan suddenly opened his mouth, his eyes sharply focused towards Lin Yan. Lin Yan's face grew hot, and he hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up. He explained to him that he was searching for people, why did his mind take such a strange turn. . .

That being said, why did he always get distracted by a dead person? This isn't going to work, no. Lin Yan secretly squeezed his fist.

Yin Zhou saw that the two of them were acting strangely. He crossed his hands behind his head and looked around in the corridor. When he saw the computer in front of the nurse on duty at the staircase, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he whistled frivolously: "Look, dude. Time for some fun."

With Lin Yan's girl-pleasing good looks and Yin Zhou's series of honeyed compliments, the three stooges quickly got their hands on the nurse's sister's computer. Yin Zhou stared at the screen intently. His fingers flew across the keyboard and the mouse clicked rapidly. After 15 minutes, the corners of his mouth stretched upward. His whole body suddenly leaned back in the swivel chair. He squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "Done. Turns out the info comes from this hospital. Makes it much more convenient not having to check other systems."

Lin Yan leaned in front of the computer, and the homepage showed: "351004, Zhou Jintian, male, 11 years old, died on May 11. Cause of death: internal organ rupture causing extensive abdominal hemorrhaging." A scanned copy of the body claim form was attached below. In the lower right corner where the family members signed, the family name was written in two large characters: "Zhou Mo" with a small red seal next to it.

"From the deceased's information from the database, this line of numbers is the bed number from the morgue." Yin Zhou touched his head: "This ghost is a child. No wonder he's standing by the window all the time, waiting for his father to pick him up from school."

Lin Yan took a picture of the page with his phone. He smiled and pushed the back of Yin Zhou's head: "Good job."

At the spicy and sour noodle shop across from the hospital.

Lin Yan always disliked eating near hospitals. He always feels that there were grieving patients’ families and infectious bacteria floating everywhere, but these spicy and sour noodles were particularly famous. Lin Yan drove the car for a while, and after a lengthy internal struggle, he turned back. Lin Yan scooped a spoonful of spicy soup and was satisfied that a delicious dinner was definitely worth it.

The little Daoist priest left for a shift in the restaurant where he worked. Yin Zhou stayed in the hospital to see the patient and verify the information. Lin Yan sat alone at the snack bar, a greasy orange plastic table with two bowls of spicy and sour noodles in front of him. One was placed in front of him, and the other was pushed to the opposite side. The "person" only he could see was sitting in the opposite chair with his face turned sideways in a daze. It seems that the ghost really didn't need to eat. Lin Yan sighed and asked in a low voice: "You don't eat or sleep, you follow me every day, aren't you tired?"

Xiao Yu ignored him. His slender fingers propped up his chin, and the outline of his side face looked very beautiful in the dimming daylight. The table was near the window, and the warm yellow halo of the street lamp brushed over the bridge of his nose. His skin looked as fine as porcelain. It felt like porcelain too, icy cold.

Things were still awkward.

"Excuse me, can I borrow the chair? We don't have enough." A childish male voice sounded and Lin Yan raised his head. A boy dressed as a high school student was holding the back of Xiao Yu's chair. He saw Lin Yan looked confused and pointed to the boys and girls chatting at a large table next door. The girls were wearing heavy makeup, the boys wearing ear studs, their school uniforms covered in black and blue pen doodles. There were so many people in the store that they were missing several chairs.

"Someone's using it." Lin Yan replied quietly.

"I know you've been sitting here for a while, no one's there." The boy was unyielding.

"If I say someone's there, someone's there, and if they aren't there now, they will be later." Lin Yan was a little impatient.

"Nutjob, it's just a chair, why so angry?" The boy muttered. Before leaving, he rolled his eyes at Lin Yan.

"Sorry." Lin Yan mumbled to the boy's back. He wasn't sure why. No one could see Xiao Yu, which always made him a little anxious. Lin Yan hesitated and for the first time took the initiative to reach out and touch Xiao Yu's statue-like fingers and whispered, "It's lonely, isn't it? Of all the people in the world, I'm the only one who can see you and I treat you badly."

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MTL: Survive A Zombie Apocalypse | GOT7

creator: maya

warning(s): cursing & death

fandom: GOT7

part of our 31 days. this is not to be taken seriously, only as a joke. enjoy xx

*gif not mine*

Most Likely

Mark Tuan

Choi Youngjae

Park Jinyoung

Im Jaebeom

Jackson Wang

Kim Yugyeom

BamBam

Least Likely

↳︎ Mark: this should really be a given because it’s Mark “professional gamer” Tuan here, but he’s a good strategist. He’s probably seen Zombieland five thousand times and has a plan on what to do in the event an apocalypse breaks out. Probably has a bunker ngl. Would be the reason the group didn’t die asap.

↳︎ Youngjae: whatever mark does, he does. youngjae would do well surviving as long as he stuck with mark. probably helped mark plan the group’s survival plan. i think youngjae would do fine on his own in the event they did get split up, but he’s the definition of ‘no stupid shit’ like he would not go on a run by himself etc. also, he’s a dog parent with mark, no way mark is about to let him die.

↳︎ Jinyoung: also the definition of “no stupid shit.” literally does not have time to be fucking around and would adamantly do everything that mark tells him to do. would most definitely scold bambam and yugyeom if they were too loud, even if they were in a secluded area. would be a stickler for rules and a curfew: no going out (alone) past seven, always go on runs in 2-3, no guns in closed spaces, etc. i’d see him dying from protecting his friends if they got cornered.

↳︎ Jaebeom: now, mr. leader is at number four because of stupid shit. he would also follow the rules, but loosely. most definitely leaves camp at night, to go to some nearby lake for ‘peace.’ has gotten in trouble for straying from the pack all because he sees some book. which is why i say stupid shit. the one time he strays, nobody notices until it’s too late and they all see jb being eaten by three zombies. they of course kill the zombies, but also kill jb before setting his corpse on fire.

↳︎ Jackson: he would die over some dumb shit. like he goes out on a run, but ends up forgetting to secure his knife back in its holder and since the others are fighting off part of the hoard, he has no one to help him: instant death. other than that, i think he’d do mildly well following the rules, always trying to stay safe and never deliberately doing otherwise. would cause some noise just because he’s loud, but is generally good at keeping a low voice. is most likely to see some designer clothes on a run and wear them. like, he’ll change out of his current clothes just to wear those. or see some of his merch and cry because simpler times.

↳︎ Yugyeom: mans dies because of bambam. things are going good for the group; he, bam, and jinyoung go on a run. bam was fucking around and knocked cans on the floor. none of them thought anything of it because they assumed the store was clear; not. but when yugyeom stood in front of the bathroom door and got attacked by a zombie that was in there, there was no hope. bam was actually pretty torn up about it and the boys were worried for him. yugyeom does decent at following the rules but can’t help and prank with bam. their antics can attract noise and create mistakes, but they sometimes come in handy.

↳︎ BamBam: now, bam is actually pretty good at the survivalist stuff, but not that good. it was night and he went to pee, ya know grown man shit. well, two zombies were lurking in the woods where bam was at and he got double-teamed. his screams woke up the others and they were horrified by what they saw; dick out and dead (smh, rip). since then, it has now procedure for there to always be someone with you when on your own. outside of that, he’d do pretty well. he has the speed and smarts to get out of situations, but it be dumb shit like that that would kill him.

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Sunrise - 8.18.18

(Written in a Wifi-less park on 8.18.18, but posted on 8.21.18)

I woke up this morning a little after four, after just absolutely knocking the fuck out sometime before seven(possibly before six! ha!), feeling more at peace than I’ve felt at all over the last two weeks.

I figured out who Connor reminded me of(hint hint, it wasn’t the fictional character whose hair he had, it was a real man whose eyes I will never forget) and that brought me back to why I never ended up with said real man. Austin was….something else. My dad always says he knew the moment I knew my crush was over was when he said he’d never seen Star Wars, but it was a different moment, when he referred to indigenous people watching a livestream of our (then) pastor on livestream as a bunch of idiots in the jungle. There were a lot of really great Austin moments, and I believe he would have grown and changed his views, or at least gotten a litlte more respectful, but still. I hope he’s doing well.

I came up to the top of College Heights to watch the sunrise over the mountain, because I’m not entirely familiar with the city yet so I don’t really know where a good spot to find the top of the mountains would be and it was the highest point I could find within ten minutes. It’s so true that you can just go, like, anywhere within city limits within ten minutes. It’s actually kinda hilarious.

A couple days ago, I gave myself time to figure out how to find closure and peace about Joe (and the MTL group and moving to [[REDACTED]]) and all that. I don’t know how long it will take. He honestly, he fucking broke my heart. He hurt me so badly and I don’t know how I managed to keep the pain stuffed down long enough to graduate. Like. He was one of my best friends since I was a teenager, and I loved him desperately. I wanted and believed it would work, even when all the evidence and my logical sense said it wasn’t and couldn’t. I knew the problems in the relationship going in - his untreated mental illnesses, my untreated mental illnesses, his selfish tendencies, my tendency to be a people pleaser, his vicious untrained dog(with untreated mental issues), and both of our conflict avoidant behaviors - and I still believed we could make it work. A year ago, we were talking about marriage. I mean, it was early to be talking about that, I guess, but I’m just. He brought it up first. He told me he wanted to marry me one day. I really believed we were going to have this great happily ever after where I’d work, he’d stream, I’d have good enough health insurance to get him his hormones and top surgery, he’d have good enough connections to get me into video game conferences, and then he had to go and break my fucking heart. He didn’t even have the fucking decency to tell me himself. I mean, I should have known the moment I walked out of the airport. He showed up in a car he couldn’t afford with the most bored look on his face, and he didn’t even want to kiss me. He didn’t want to kiss me all day, until his dog scared me half to death and BIT ME, and when I laid down to go to sleep after crying in the bathroom, his ass had the audacity to give me shitty bedroom eyes so he could fuck me. AND OF COURSE my ass was excited that he was finally acting like he wanted me that I stuffed down the fact that I’d gotten bitten so we could have sex, and then once he got his jollies, he gave up on eating me out after about ten shitty seconds and said he was tired and went to sleep. I’m fucking just. And then his grandpa(the one he didn’t like) died so I went home early and he proceeded to slowly ghost me, even though he was supposed to come visit me in March(and I’d gotten us a room to stay in and everything so we could have privacy). I put so much of myself and my heart into the relationship and after his dog bit me I knew it wasn’t going to work so I was going to break up with him after the trip so we could have a grown ass conversation about why this wasn’t going to work and maybe we shouldn’t be dating anymore and he couldn’t even have the decency to fucking text me that he wasn’t coming and that he didn’t want to speak with me anymore. You know how he dumped me? He had. His mom. TEXT ME. To say he wasn’t coming to California and he wouldn’t be in contact with me and hoped that I would respect his privacy. Oh, sure, that’s real fucking cool. Have your MOM text me you immature fuck you’re just a 20 year old grown ass adult you can at least tell me you never loved me and you don’t want to be with me or even talk to me yourself. God, he’s such a fucking coward and I don’t know why I’ve spent the last five months wondering where it went wrong. The writing was on the wall. I mean. Logically. My feelings definitely said otherwise, still say otherwise. I miss what we could have had, what we had over the summer, but I deserved better. I deserve better. I’m tired of being so fucked up over this fuckboy that I can’t even talk to people because I think that’s what everyone will do to me.

I mean, how much better than him am I. I ghosted “Berry” and I ghosted my MTL friends. I pretty much went dead on social media all summer. I was hurting, but that doesn’t give me an excuse to hurt everyone else. If I even did. No one reached out to me(except the one adult, and I’d just joined the group mid-summer but I think she’s an exception. She literally astounds me fucking constantly with her ability to be patient and caring for other people while taking care of her own mental health and life. Honestly, adult goals.), so I can’t imagine anyone was bothered by my absence. This should bother me more(and normally it does), but I don’t want to base my worth on interactions with other people. I mean, that’s usually what keeps me in the pit is the cycle of “no one cares about me” and “why doesn’t anyone care about me”. I mean, I’m still highkey annoyed that I had to pull myself out of the pit myself - like I always fucking have to - and I still wouldn’t object to someone holding and petting me while I cry like a lot. I mean, I guess I didn’t do this one completely alone. I started using this app, Youper, which is a cognitive behavioral therapy AI, and I’ve been using it for about a week and I’m starting to see patterns in my thinking, not necessarily to fix them right away, but being aware of them is surprisingly helpful. Once my health insurance kicks in(if it ever does lol, not even sure I can get my own yet), I can get therapy, maybe once a week or biweekly, and it’ll be a little better then too.

The sun is officially over the mountains now. It’s gorgeous.

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MLS Exports: Checking in on MLS products across the globe

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It’s time again for a monthly check-up on all the players scattered around the globe who got their start in Major League Soccer or a club academy, a group still needing several doses of health.

Injuries have slowed the likes of Geoff Cameron, Omar Gonzalez and Weston McKennie in recent weeks, but some guy named Landon Donovan did enjoy a winning Leon debut south of the border.

England

Geoff Cameron HOU: 2008-12

Due to some hamstring troubles, the US national team veteran has been in and out of action for the last few weeks. However, the real news here came from the local Sentinel, which reported that Stoke City rejected late transfer window offers from Crystal Palace (twice rejected, actually), Newcastle and West Ham United to keep Cameron for their relegation battle.

DeAndre Yedlin SEA: 2013-14

On Saturday, the US right back went the distance as Newcastle logged a big 1-0 triumph over Manchester United. The club’s first win over the Red Devils since 2013 lifted them to 13th place, two points above the Premier League danger line.

Emerson Hyndman DAL Academy

There were rumors that Hyndman could head out on loan in January, including reports of MLS options. The young midfielder remained with Bournemouth, however, and hasn’t played since an FA Cup outing over a month ago.

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Tim Ream RBNY: 2010-11

The veteran defender has spent his time since our last update helping Fulham extend their unbeaten Championship run to 11 games (8-0-3, with but nine goals allowed). Often dinged for his aerial prowess, the Cottagers mainstay has averaged seven clearances per game during their bulletproof streak. The surge has Ream & Co. in possession of a promotion playoff spot with 13 games left on the schedule.

Matthew Olosunde NY Academy

The Red Devils right back prospect is becoming quite the handyman. After taking his last two shifts at left back, Olosunde has now started at four positions for the ManU reserves this term. Unfortunately, the team has not won since October.

Germany

Weston McKennie DAL Academy

Shortly after our last check-in, the Schalke talent was sidelined by a small MCL rupture in his knee that was expected to keep him out for six weeks. McKennie has just resumed running and light workouts on the side, so he looks to be on target for an early March return. The Miners have stumbled a little in his absence, going 2-2-0 since the injury, but still hold the Bundesliga’s last Europa League slot.

Carlos Salcedo RSL: 2013-14

These are exciting times for the Mexico center back and loan employers Eintracht Frankfurt. The Eagles (who did make one European Cup appearance, finishing as runners up back in 1960) are hunting for their first ever UEFA Champions League invite. Salcedo has locked down a starting role in the Bundesliga’s second-stingiest defense, which has helped key a 5-1-2 run up to third place.

Mexico

Omar Gonzalez LA: 2009-15

The Pachuca center back returned from several weeks on the shelf to work the full 90 in Wednesday’s 1-0 Copa MX blanking of second-flight Celaya.

Rogelio Funes Mori DAL Academy

After going a few games without a goal in mid-to-late January, the Monterrey forward has hit twice in the last four matches. The team, however, are winless in three and down to seventh place in the Clausura table.

Landon Donovan SJ: 2001-04 LAG: 2005-14, 2016

The MLS and USMNT legend made his Club Leon debut with a seven-minute cameo in their win over Puebla two weeks ago. Donovan made his Copa MX bow on Tuesday, working the final half-hour as La Fiera moved to the top of their group by routing second-tier Tapachula.

It was great to have @ussoccer legend @landondonovan at @tsmoficial and a real honor to exchange jerseys. Best of luck in Liga MX with @clubleonfc. pic.twitter.com/NLaVJGNCLb

— Jorge Villafana (@JVillafana19) February 15, 2018

Kekuta Manneh VAN: 2013-17 CLB: 2017

While Manneh is still awaiting his league debut, the Pachuca speedster has made three straight starts totalling 220 minutes in their Copa MX games.

Rafael Baca SJ: 2011-14

Times are tough these days for Baca and Cruz Azul, who haven’t won since the defensive midfielder’s blast toppled Chivas nearly six weeks ago. He was booted for drawing a pair of yellow cards three rounds ago at Atlas, who found a winner moments after he left, and was pulled at the break in last weekend’s Puebla draw.

Jorge Villafaña CHV: 2007-13 POR: 2014-15

The US defender is back in the good graces at Santos Laguna. Villafaña has gotten the left back call in every game of a 3-1-2 run that has the team two points off the top.

Lalo Fernandez RSL: 2012-17

The No. 2 netminder for mighty Tigres is still working toward his first taste of action in Mexico.

Marco Bustos VAN: 2013-present

The Whitecaps loanee has now made two short sub appearances for an up-and-down Zacatepec side suddenly just one point away from the better half of the second-flight table.

Spain

Ballou Tabla MTL academy

The new arrival has hit the ground running with Barcelona B, where he’s pulled a couple of quick cameo appearances for the second-flight scrappers. On Tuesday, Tabla made a 67-minute start for the Blaugrana‘s Under-19 side in a 1-0 UEFA Youth League win that ousted hosts Paris Saint-Germain from the competition.

Netherlands

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Matt Miazga NY: 2013-15

It’s been an eventful spell for the normally inked-in Vitesse center back. Upon returning from a yellow-card ban against Heerenveen on January 20, Miazga committed an (ahem) “extracurricular grab” on an opposing forward that drew a fine from the club. He began this month by nodding in the opener in a 2-0 win over Groningen. After helping his loan employers stroll past defending champs Feyenoord on Feb. 11, the US defender missed out on Saturday’s home defeat against Excelsior due to a flu bug.

Shane O’Neill COL: 2012-15

The Excelsior defender returned to the selection from an abdominal injury four weeks ago, but has watched the last six Eredivisie games from the bench. His club are on a decent 3-3-2 run that has them 12 points clear of the drop zone.

Belgium

Andy Najar DC: 2010-12

Though Anderlecht’s Honduras international stressed that he will not rush back from hamstring surgery, he did recently tell homeland paper Diez that he hopes to return in time to make a few appearances late in the season.

Erik Palmer-Brown SKC: 2009-17

The latest American to get a look at the Jupiler League is just beginning a Kortrijk loan from Manchester City. Palmer-Brown made the sub’s bench for the first time this past weekend, but give him time to earn some minutes. His fifth-place side are in the thick of a fight for their first-ever European berth and have posted three league clean sheets in a row.

Denmark

Bill Hamid DC: 2009-17

With Superliga leaders FC Midtjylland enjoying a 12-0-1 run, the new arrival is waiting his turn. You may be wondering: When is the Wolves’ next Danish Cup match, which could certainly offer Hamid a chance to play? That would be Apr. 4, away to Emmanuel Sabbi’s Hobro.

Guatemala

Moises Hernandez DAL: 2011-16

The El Salvador international remains the left back of choice at Comunicaciones, who are off to a roller coaster 3-3-2 start in the Clausura season.

Israel

Aaron Schoenfeld CLB: 2012-15

Though the striker is now fit, minutes are still hard to come by for title chasers Maccabi Tel Aviv, with his last appearance coming in the form of a 22-minute sub shift in a victory over Ligat Ha’Al holders Haoel Beer Sheva on Feb. 4. The club did fall off the summit this past weekend, landing in third after a galling 1-0 home loss to strugglers Hapoel Ra’anana, a result that could shake loose some playing time for Schoenfeld.

Michael Seaton DC: 2013-15 POR: 2015-16

The young Jamaican forward is still chasing his first goal of the term after 847 minutes spread across 15 outings for second-flight middlers Maccabi Ahi Nazareth.

Norway

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Sam Adekugbe VAN: 2013-17

The Valerenga left back is training with his new teammates in sunny Spain ahead of their March 12 Tippeligaen opener.

Romania

Anatole Abang NY: 2015-16

A knock kept the striker out of Astra Giurgiu’s first two games out of the winter break, but he was back in the lineup when they dropped a close one to league leaders Cluj last Saturday.

Scotland

Andy Rose SEA: 2012-15

In part thanks to the former Sounders midfielder, Motherwell have stopped the bleeding since our last update. On January 24, his feed resulted in an insurance own goal as the Fir Park crew beat Ross County to snap an eight-game win drought. Two rounds back, Rose set up the winner against St. Johnstone. He also recently helped the Steelmen advance in the Scottish Cup; with a semifinal place on the line, they’ll host Hearts on March 4.

Sweden

Romain Gall CLB: 2014-15

The Sundsvall winger began the new campaign in fine fashion, as his cool cracker from the top of the box stood up as the 4-2 winner in Saturday’s Svenska Cupen group stage opener against mites Norrby. Dating back to the 2017 season, Gall has three goals in his last seven games.

Turkey

Fabian Castillo DAL: 2011-16

Directly following his recovery from the flu, Castillo sat Trabzonspor’s first three matches coming out of the Super Lig’s winter pause because of knee troubles. He returned with a 33-minute outing on February 10, and got another short shift as the club suffered their first loss in 13 games against second-place Istanbul Basaksehir this past weekend.

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Cyle Larin DAL: 2015-17

While the newly-arrived Besiktas striker did make the bench for a cup win over Genclerbirligi that clinched their semifinal place two weeks ago, he has some catching up to do to make the rotation. Larin is still in preseason form, while the Black Eagles are in the heat of a title race and unbeaten in five league games.

Poland

Brian Iloski LA academy

The 22-year-old midfielder was drafted by Colorado last month, but opted last week to ink a two-year deal to join table-topping Ekstraklasa holders Legia Warsaw.

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