#also does someone know when sasha started balding?

[cedyat]

[sparky-is-spiders]

JON

Jon!! Jon my most beloved!!!!!!!!! He's so important to me and I love him so much. This one got long so putting it under a cut lol.

First impression:

Ok this is a fun one because of how I got into TMA and you're gonna get some Sparky Lore.

So. Through a convoluted series of events involving a warriors fan-comic, Voltron (the remake), and several video-essays, I stumbled my way into a TMA fanfic. It was a J//mart soulmate AU that I honestly really enjoyed despite having zero context for the entire rest of TMA, but my complete lack of knowledge meant I ended up w/ a very... skewed impression of Jon. I imagined him as like, a balding, middle-aged white guy with wisps of gray hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and jowls. In his 50s, maybe his 40s. No I don't know why. I also sort of thought Martin was the main character and Jon was a major supporting character in the podcast itself (I. Don't really know why??) despite the fic being entirely from Jon's perspective. Aaaaand then I scrolled the TMA tag on the author's tumblr account. Idk how I reacted to that though my memory fails me. All I know is I have now adopted the common fanon perception of Jon's appearance and also I have been made aware that he is, in fact, 28. I was right about the graying hair tho.

I can't remember how I felt about Jon at first, but probably I liked him.

Impression now:

I'm very normal about him.

Favorite moment:

Oh I'm supposed to just choose ONE????

Idk. The entirety of episode 81 (yes it's my favorite). Literally any of his snarky little comments. His interactions with Sasha. His interactions with Elias. Whenever he was rude to Martin. "Our Gerard." When he talked about hoping Jonah was good. When he was experiencing Horrible Agony. Everything.

Ok ok. But seriously. I don't know if it's my favorite but one scene that lives rent-free in my head is that one moment near the end of episode six, talking about the death of Harriet Lee, where he says "though obviously it’s a tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera." It's so small but I think about it all the time... just. Jon who struggles with empathy. With caring about other people. Going through the motions of it so obviously because he knows that he has to but also doesn't think it should matter... idk. Does that make sense?

It's basically this post, really.

(Maybe this is projection. It's not a condemnation I don't think any of these make you better or worse as a person.)

Idea for a story

Idea... singular? Oh boy. Ok. So I'm not sure I have a singular solitary idea for a fic that DOESN'T involve Jon.

Okok here's one I'll never write because it would involve Too Much Martin. I've talked about it before but I don't think I've ever given it a full deep-dive. It's also like 75% Pure Salt. Much of it was Rotated while listening to Arcade Fire's Ready to Start so I think you should listen to it while reading this if you want. Also it's a good song.

Anyway it's one of them "Somewhere Else is Jonah Magnus Times" AUs and also one of my (several) bitter "Jon dumps Martin for someone better" AUs. Mostly canon compliant except instead of Jon asking Martin to kill him in e200 Martin takes matters into his own hands. They're kinda stuck together because they're literally the only person the other one has in a new and strange world but there is SO much festering resentment oh my god. Lots of arguements and tense conversations that are theoretically about what they should do next but actually about what happened in e200.

Sometimes Jon considers ending the world himself. Just doing it all over again because then he can complete his initial plan to kill everyone and starve the fears. It's like an idle "what-if" but the more he thinks about it the more sense it makes. No matter what there's going to be another apocalypse. And another. And another. And another. And clearly, he can't trust anyone but himself to do what needs to be done and stop the fears for good.

(And goddammit those few moments as the pupil felt so right.)

(But this isn't about that. It isn't.)

The thought of putting someone else through what he went through is beyond soul-crushing, but there is one person who could, theoretically, deserve it. One person Jon knows would do the exact same, if given the chance.

Idk if Jon founds the institute or seeks out Jonah to join his, but either way Jon wants Jonah's help. He breaks things off with Martin (does NOT mention any of his plans) and goes off to insert himself into Jonah's life.

Jon and Jonah begin a strange, very intense relationship. Jon is sort of a mentor figure, trying to guide Jonah the way Jonah guided him (potentially Jon tries to make Jonah the Archivist??) where Jonah is constantly digging for Jon's secrets and Jon is constantly trying to keep his true plans under wraps. Also they start having an affair (obviously).

Martin is probably still in the background trying to stop Jon but he fails <3. I think Jon maybe kills him in a fun parallel to how this began. But maybe not idc.

Jon does succeed in getting Jonah to read the statement but the ending flip-flops based on how I'm feeling. Sometimes Jon does succeed and kill the fears, dooming this universe to save countless others, but I think a stronger ending would be Jon failing. Jonah learning of his plans and killing him and starting the whole cycle over again, with them transported to a new universe and trying for their own armageddons, with the implication that this is going to be an endless cycle playing exactly into the Web's plan over and over again.

Unpopular opinion

He wouldn't date Martin. They don't know each other, they don't like each other, in just about any other circumstances Jon wouldn't give him the fucking time of day. I don't care.

Favorite relationship

Currently in Jon//elias hell but Jon//sasha dual archivists makes so much Sense to me...

Favorite headcanon

Oooooh... tie between aro Jon and trans Jon. I don't buy any interpretation of Jon as cis honestly. Usually I default to transmasc (PROJECTION) but I think Jon has soooo much Transgender potential in every direction. Aro Jon just makes so much sense to me. Like it suits them so well. Aro Jon........

[reikuto]

BEACH DAY W/THE AOT CHARACTERS!

WARNINGS! — cursing, suggestive activity, use of the word dick(?), exaggerated content

CHARACTERS! — aged up!eren, armin, mikasa, jean, connie, sasha

A/N! — summer is almost halfway over and i’ve yet to go to the beach once, so yeah, this was very much needed. also sorry they’re so long lmfao.

EREN makes the beach his bitch. he totally rocks the whole surfer aesthetic with his swim trunks low on his hips, hair pulled into a messy bun, and sunglasses propped on his nose. the girls at the beach will have their eyes on him but he’ll always be captured by how good you look. not only is he happy to let loose at the beach but he gets to see you in swimwear, so it’s a double win. he can also very easily score the both of you free drinks at the tiki bar but he doesn’t do it unless you’re comfortable with it. he’s an adrenaline junkie, so get ready to be forced to go jet-skiing with him, maybe even paragliding as well. you could be recuperating from having your life flash before your eyes from this mf going 90mph on a jetski, and he’s already moving onto the next activity. he loves figuring out creative ways to sneak beer into the beach. like yes eren, the beach cops totally won’t find it suspicious when they see you drinking from a fucking sunscreen bottle. he also tans so easily, and you get incredibly jealous because how the hell does he get such an even tan so effortlessly?! who gave this asshole the right to look all good and tall and bronzed up?

ARMIN loves reading at the beach. reading in general is nice, but reading at the beach under the warm sun with an ocean breeze is just better. once, he fell asleep with the book on his chest and got a wack ass fucking tan mark. since then, he’s learned to be extra consistent in reapplying his spf 100 sunscreen as directed. prefers being at the beach in the evening because the sun rays aren’t as intense and because he likes watching the sky turn a beautiful mixture of pink and orange. always packs little snacks like grapes, cheese & crackers, sandwiches, etc. because duh? it’s only fitting to have a sweet beach picnic date with you! it’s also safe to say the two of you absolutely love the drinks from the tiki bar—except they’re incredibly dangerous because you can barely taste the alcohol. the both of you would accidentally drink one too many and suddenly be tipsy and giggling up a storm. once, after said particular instance occurred, the two of you could NOT stop cracking up at the sight of a rather large and deformed dick drawn in the sand. someone needs to keep you two away from the tiki bar.

MIKASA is a beach volleyball god. like yes, she looks very put together and gorgeous in her bikini, but the second you start playing beach volleyball, it’s over. her spike? deadly. you feel bad for whoever you two are up against because they don’t stand a chance. when she’s not completely demolishing in a game of beach volleyball, she’s lounging on a beach chair, taking in some sun as she sips on a fruity drink of some sort. like armin, she’s very on point with her sunscreen application to avoid bad sun burns. always asks you to help her apply it, knowing damn well that you get all flustered doing it. likes sitting with you in the shallow part of the water, talking about anything and everything as the small waves gently lap past the both of you. she’s also developed a habit of taking pictures of you two at the beach because it’s not so often you guys can go, so she just wants to capture the memory.

JEAN resembles a dad at the beach. this mf has a hat on, some ugly ass sandals, and is carrying three damn bags worth of beach shit. you stand on the side as he works the beach umbrella’s pole into the sand. he rejects any and every offer to help. i got it babe, just take out the towels. sets everything up close to the actual water because hello? he wants to see the view, not the back of some bald guys head. he loves splurging on drinks because of the fun little umbrellas and colorful straws they add to them. the both of you will lay comfortably on your lounge chairs, drinking and discussing your plans for later on in the day. he normally falls asleep after a while; work is tough and beach really has a way of making him relax. you typically end up napping as well, before being woken up by a hyperactive jean begging you to go in the water with him. if you don’t immediately agree because you’re half asleep, he’ll take you to there himself. and it’s not even in a romantic way; he’ll straight up toss you over his shoulder and walk right up to the water before throwing you in. don’t fall asleep around jean.

CONNIE acts like a kid at the beach. there is no napping or lounging if you’re at the beach with connie. you will be constantly moving; whether it’s through playing frisbee, beach volleyball, or just walking along the shoreline. you have to sit him down and practically force him to eat because he forgets to. brings a speaker and makes it embarrassingly loud, forcing everyone at the beach to listen to his music. you have to curse at him to turn it down before someone snitches. additionally, this mf gets sand everywhere; you don’t know how but every single crevice of his body has sand in it and you cringe at the mess in leaves in the car and at home. on a side note, he loves going to the beach at night because it’s practically empty, meaning he gets away with more out of pocket shit without getting in trouble with the beach police. (skinny dipping with connie? skinny dipping with connie). also loves going to the beach at night because sometimes people do bonfires and those are his absolute favorite. sitting with an arm around you in front of the fire, toes tucked into the cool sand, is easily one of his favorite feelings.

SASHA enjoys eating by the beach. like armin, sasha appreciates a good beach picnic. except, fuck grapes and crackers, she wants a lot more than that. if she knows there’s a grill accessible at the beach, get fucking ready. she’s not much of a cook herself, but the both of you will work together to make burgers, hotdogs, steak, or anything else the brunette desires. you’ll sit across one another on a picnic bench, eating comfortably as you look out at the view. the both of you would be a bit far from the water itself, but it was worth it in the name of meat. after sasha has had her fill, she’ll come over to your side of the bench and lay her head on your lap. the both of you would chat as you play with her hair. it’s only until the both of you have digested that she’s dragging you to the water. she’s the type not to care about bringing a bathing suit and would either go in with all her clothes or just her undergarments, there is no in between. loves going further and further in the water which is a problem cause she literally can’t swim. you have to religiously pull her back to where your feet can actually touch the sand when she’s distracted talking to you. she has a heart palpitation any time seaweed touches her because she thinks it’s an animal. you have to calm her down and urge her not to send the entire beach into a panic by yelling “shark!”

[free-pancakes]

A Fire in the Shadows

LeviHan - Avatar the Last Airbender AU fic

Characters: Levi, Hange, Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, Kenny, Zeke, Sasha, Jean, Armin, Kuchel, Porco, Pieck, Pyxis

Summary: Levi, the nephew of a fire nation captain, stumbles upon a ragtag group of 5 known as the Scouts, formidably known for foiling the plans of local fire nation control, living in the forests a few miles north of Ba Sing Se.

Chapter 7/?

Chapter 7: The Lotus Tile Chapter 6: The Panda Lily Chapter 5: Interconnected Chapter 4: The Fire from the Shadows Chapter 3: Bonds Chapter 2: Trust Chapter 1: The Scouts

(crossposted to ao3)

Notes:

Sorry for a horribly late update, but here's a long chapter to make up for it! Also this is quite self-indulgent and features a Nanaba POV bc I love the idea of Levi and Nanaba being best buds :)

CHAPTER 7: THE LOTUS TILE

“Nanaba, please.”

Mike placed a hand on Nanaba’s shoulder.

“We’ve known Levi for almost a whole year now, don’t you even want to give him a real chance?”

Nanaba grit her teeth and she shoved him away, storming out of the hut. She grabbed a rope, slid down to the forest floor, and walked out to separate herself from Erwin and Mike, to get some air.

“How could they just… trust him like that?” She yelled out, her voice feeling small as it immediately disappeared in front of her, absorbed by the thick, forest foliage surrounding her.

Nanaba was frustrated, and absolutely appalled at Erwin and Mike. Each of them had gone on a mission alone with Levi and Hange, and suddenly they just… trusted the guy? Acting like long-time buddies? Like one trip with him was somehow transformative, turning how they viewed him a whole 180?

Sure, objectively, Levi seemed… alright. He’s worked well with them as a group overall, and hasn’t pulled anything fishy so far. But for whatever reason, Nanaba felt that something was off. Her gut told her that there was something Levi was still keeping from them all—and that worried her immensely because, well, her gut was rarely ever wrong. Hange was one of her closest friends—she’d snap the little man in two before he could even lay a finger on Hange.

Nanaba suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder—eliciting yet another burst of rage within her.

“Mike, can you please just—“

She turned to find Hange staring at her, the lamp in her hand lighting up her face, highlighting the deep concern in her eyes.

“Oh, sorry Hange.”

“Mike getting on your nerves again?” Hange teased, elbowing Nanaba as she wriggled her eyebrows.

Nanaba’s shoulders relaxed a bit, and took a pause.

“Doesn’t he always?” She retorted, and the two of them fell into a fit of laughter. As their giggling gradually died down, Hange took Nanaba’s hand.

“Please come with us tomorrow?” Hange said softly, giving Nanaba her best pout and puppy-dog eyes. She really wanted Nanaba to get along with Levi—she thought they’d make great friends if she just gave him a chance.

“…Fine,” Nanaba said as she rolled her eyes. “But can’t promise to be nice to him.”

Hange raised her fist in the air in triumph. “Sounds like a plan!”

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As the sun began to rise, breaking dawn’s purple hue, the three arrived at the entrance to a small, bustling town. Hange stretched her arms back and let out a huge yawn.

“Wanna do that any louder and wake up the whole damn town?” Levi muttered as he reached to press up on Hange’s chin to stifle her yawn. Levi wanted to smile as Hange laughed, but he couldn’t help but hold it in, as he felt uneasy sensing Nanaba’s glare staring him down from the side.

“Let’s plan on meeting back here in an hour? Grab supplies, food anything else we might need?” Hange asked, which elicited a nod of agreement from the other two. As they all split ways, Nanaba hung back for a bit, watching Levi’s back as he promptly walked down one of the streets with stalls setting up shop for their early morning shift. As she looked over to see Hange heading in the opposite direction, she realized that she had rarely observed Levi alone, and even more specifically, seen him separate from Hange—so she decided this would be her chance to check up on him, to see anything that may confirm her suspicions and distrust towards him.

She trailed behind Levi, just far enough that he likely wouldn’t notice. And… all was pretty normal. He simply stopped for a new water canteen and various other things. Though just before Nanaba could let her guard down, she noticed Levi linger and stare at a tapestry on the wall outside the town’s tea shop.

She watched his eyes linger on the Fire Nation emblem stitched into the cloth. She couldn’t read him, and was unsure of what kind of emotions lay in his gaze. But, she found herself narrowing her eyes—he had been staring for a bit too long for her liking. She didn’t know what to make of it, so she quietly followed Levi into the tea shop. Nanaba watched him sit at the small bar up front, so she found a table just within earshot, and lifted her hood to keep him from recognizing her.

After sometime, Nanaba took her remaining bites of food and sips of tea. Before she could stand, she heard Levi shift from his chair to leave. And suddenly, she heard the small clatter of wood hit the tile floor. She turned her head slightly to steal a peek, and watched Levi bend down to pick up what looked like… a small Pai Sho tile?

“Sir, I think you dropped this,” Levi said quietly, reaching his hand out towards the man who had just left his seat next to Levi a second ago. The bald man turn around towards Levi.

“Oh, clumsy me, huh?” The man exclaimed with a chuckle. He reached his hands towards Levi, closing Levi’s fingers over the tile, and pushed it back towards him.

“What’s your name, son?”

Levi’s gaze remained steady, his eyes blank.

“Levi, sir.”

“Levi…?

“Just… Levi.”

“Alright, ‘Just Levi’! The name’s Pyxis,” he said with a smile—something in his eyes made Levi feel slightly uneasy, though. As if Pyxis knew something about him.

“Tell you what, I’d say it’s your lucky day. Keep that. It might protect you someday.”

Pyxis turned around to leave.

“Wait!” Levi called out to him, following him outside the shop. Nanaba quickly threw some money down on the table, hurried after to listen right by the door to the shop.

“What do you mean, it’ll protect me?”

“If you’re ever backed into a corner, let’s just say, there may be a time when it comes in handy for you someday—someone may recognize it, and I assure you, that would save you from whatever mess you were in. Or… of course, if you choose to give it to someone you love, they’d be protected,” Pyxis explained. He brought his fist up to Levi’s chest and tapped over his heart, and winked at him before walking away, sipping on a flask he pulled randomly from his pocket.

“Someone… I love—“ Levi whispered, standing quietly as the cool breeze gently blew strands of hair away from his face.

Levi stared at Pyxis, and back down at the small Pai Sho tile in his hands, engraved with a lotus symbol. He flipped it around in his fingers for some time, his eyes lost in thought before he slipped it into his pocket.

Nanaba’s eyes narrowed as she wondered if Levi would tell her, or any of their friends about it.

She sighed and waited for the coast to be clear before she made her way out. She turned to stare at the fire emblem outside that Levi had fixated upon earlier.

Nanaba wondered if just maybe... Levi might...

She shook her head.

“No way,” she said firmly, and hurried back to meet up with Hange and Levi.

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“Got it!” Nanaba yelled as she took off with a sprint, Hange and Levi not following too far behind. A blast of fire raged right past her face, and the three ran even faster through the trees.

Suddenly, a Fire Nation soldier slipped out of nowhere, startling Nanaba and causing her to trip. Before she knew it, she found herself almost fallen off the edge of the rocks on the side of the mountain, Levi’s hand in hers the only thing holding her from falling to her death.

Levi hoisted her back up, and they fell into a pile of leaves, the sounds of Hange fighting the soldier happening just behind them.

“Are you okay, Nana?” Levi asked between exhausted breaths.

“Yeah, thanks… Levi,” she answered. She quickly stood up and pulled Levi up with her, and the two looked at each other, nodding. They ran back towards Hange, but before they could reach her, another soldier ran past, fire bending through the tree trunks. Multiple giant trees began to fall, causing Levi and Nanaba to run back and away—and now Hange was left alone with 2 giant soldiers, at best. They started running around the fallen trees and debris, but it seemed it would take them awhile to find their way through. As they ran, flames shot upwards from the fight—there had to be at least 3 Fire Nation soldiers out there with Hange. But out from the sounds of combat, a scream echoed through the air, shortly followed by a deafening silence.

“Hange!” Levi yelled.

Nanaba looked at Levi, and almost froze on the spot. In the past year, she had never seen much change in expression when it came to Levi—he guarded his intentions and thoughts behind an expressionless glare at all times. But this time, she watched as tears streamed down Levi’s face, his eyes filled with genuine worry and pure panic, utterly lost as he stared at the debris, desperately trying to think of a way around it faster.

“Levi, spring me upwards? Like how Mike does it!” Nanaba yelled. Levi wasn’t as strong as Mike, but it would have to do. Levi nodded, and Nanaba ran towards him, and as she jumped up, Levi pushed up on her feet, propelling her overhead. She landed haphazardly near the top, and climbed upwards. Hastily, she pulled a rope from her backpack, tied it around her waist, and threw the other end down at Levi. With all her strength, she pulled and moved backwards, hoisting Levi up with her.

As they reoriented and looked down, the scene made each of their hearts stop.

“…H-Hange?” Nanaba heard Levi whisper, exasperated.

Nanaba watched the soldiers sprinting off far into the distance, and Hange, like a shadow, unmoving on the ground. Her backpack’s contents strewn about carelessly, her arm twisted in a way that made both Levi and Nanaba want to vomit. At that moment, rain began to drizzle over them, water stained with red on the ground around Hange.

Nanaba stammered— “They realized she didn’t have the documents we stole, and just… she didn’t even have them so why did they go so far…”

Levi jumped down and Nanaba hurried after him.

“Levi! It’s not worth it—it might storm, and we have to look after Hange and get all of us to a safe place!”

Levi froze, Nanaba staring at his back as he began trembling—trembling with an undying rage. She laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“Come on.”

Nanaba hurried over to Hange—she was knocked out cold, her left arm obviously broken, burns and cuts strewn over her face and arms. She was injured badly, but luckily other than the arm, nothing too serious. Levi walked gingerly towards them, and stared at Hange. His eyes lingered over the cracks in the left lens of her glasses, spiderwebbing outwards from the center. He bent down to carry her, Nanaba helping by keeping her broken arm steady as Levi shifted her into a comfortable position in his arms, her head falling forward against his chest. Levi nodded, and they began walking to descend down the small mountain.

Nanaba bared her bow and arrow in case anymore enemies approached—but the weather might just keep them safe for now. The rain began to fall a little harder, and Nanaba stole a glance back towards Levi and Hange. It may have blended in with the rain, but she could tell that Levi was crying, his eyes tinged red, filled with sorrow. Nanaba turned back to focus on what was in front of her, feeling her hand clutch at her chest, caught utterly surprised at how much it pained her to see Levi so upset.

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Light flickered against the rocky wall. Flames of their small fire licked the edges of the tinder pile, and the small crackles of burning wood echoed quietly throughout the small cave they found for cover, halfway down the small mountain. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed right outside. They would just have to wait the storm out overnight.

Luckily, Levi had learned a lot from all the time he’s spent with Hange, so he worked on tending to her injuries, Nanaba standing by when needed. Levi did his best to stitch up her lacerations, and they set her arm the best they could, a makeshift splint made from what they could find and the bandages from Hange’s bag. Levi finished it off with a sling made from the red cloth headband he always wore on his forehead, and they simply hoped it would be good enough for now—they’d have to meet with Moblit the next morning at their rendezvous point and make sure that it was done well enough to heal properly.

After their hard work, exhaustion fell over them. The two sat in silence, quietly eating their small food rations as they both stared into the fire. Peeking up at Levi for a second, Nanaba saw it—the rage hadn’t died down, flickering in his gaze. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what exactly to say—the words “It’s not your fault,” lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she knew that it would fall on deaf ears.

Levi was clearly blaming himself entirely for Hange’s injuries.

Before she could clumsily utter a word, Levi tossed her a small sleeping mat, and she listened to the sleepiness in her eyes.

She drifted off for a minute or two, but responsibility woke her up—she figured she’d fetch some water to refill their canteens before sleeping for the night. As she drowsily opened her eyes, she paused.

In front of her she saw Levi writing something on a piece of paper, and reach into his pocket. He pulled lotus tile from that morning, holding it in front him, and stared at Hange, laying asleep in front of him.

The old man’s words came to Nanaba’s mind, echoing in her head— “if you choose to give it to someone you love, they’d be protected…”

Nanaba’s jaw nearly dropped—Levi was trading that potential safety away, and giving that tile to Hange meant…

He really did love her.

Levi placed the note and the tile into the front pocket of Hange’s bag, where she’d likely find it immediately when they’d return home. Levi sat directly above Hange’s head, and lowered his head, eyes closed. Their foreheads touched as he cradled her cheeks in his hands, his fingers lost in her messy hair as she slept soundly, probably in a deep sleep after all the pain meds they had to give her earlier. After a few moments in that position, Levi lifted his head, and ran his fingers through her hair, trying to gently wake her. Her eyes opened eventually, drowsy and laden with sleep, probably very unaware of anything that was going on. But Levi persisted, sitting her up slightly. He grabbed the new canteen he had bought for her that morning, and poured some water into her mouth, making sure she’d stay hydrated for the night, and laid her back down, Hange immediately falling back into a deep sleep.

Levi looked up, startled to see Nanaba standing right above him.

“I can refill,” Nanaba whispered, reaching her hand out towards him. Levi nodded handing her their two canteens.

“Thanks, Nana.”

“Yeah,” Nanaba whispered as she walked away. At the entrance of the cave, she looked back to see Levi staring down at Hange, continuing to run his fingers gently through her hair.

The storm continued to roll through, and Nanaba quickly got them some water from the nearby stream. Thoughts raced, but she was too tired to make much sense of them. But she felt it.

“Goddammit,” she muttered, as she felt herself feel much softer towards Levi, a lot more trusting in less than 24 hours. She hated admitting when Mike and Erwin were right. She wondered though, if her gut was still right, that maybe Levi might be trustworthy, but that he might still be hiding something...

Nanaba returned to see Levi still doing the same. She dried off from the rain and laid back down, all the muscles in her body tired and achy. She’d simply worry more about it tomorrow, she thought. And before she knew it, she nodded off into a deep sleep.

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Thunder cracked, it’s boom so loud that it shook the cave. Nanaba shot up now wide awake, her heart racing. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and looked outside. It was still the dead of night. As she sighed in relief, she turned back to Hange who was still asleep. But…

Where was Levi?

Nanaba looked around, and he was nowhere to be found. She called out his name—

No answer.

The storm continued on outside, and Nanaba felt her heart drop in her chest. She should have said something to him—there was too much residual rage left in him, and she felt quite responsible for not trying to calm it. Worry fell upon her, as the worst case scenario popped into her mind: Levi must have went back to fight those soldiers, and there was no way he could take them all alone.

She sprung to her feet, grabbing her weapons and backpack. She took a look at Hange—she was sure she’d be safe here. She threw another blanket over her, and plunged out into the rain.

She sprinted up the mountain, her speed significantly shot from the muddy ground slowing her down. The sound of yells began to grow louder, and Nanaba pressed on towards it. But as soon as Nanaba arrived to the site, she found herself standing still, her bright eyes widened—Levi… seemed to be just fine on his own, but…

The scene was absolutely surreal.

Three Fire Nation soldiers were strewn about, writhing on the floor. All of them had cuts and burns all over, with their left arms bent unnaturally—quite identical to Hange’s injuries. Fire from the fight glowed, making each of their outlines quite striking to the eye. Nanaba stared, her eyes scanning all of this, trying to make sense of it all.

But as her eyes finally wandered upwards, there, Levi stood before her. His face glowed orange from the light of the scattered flames, in contrast from the dark blue hue of night—and his eyes were blinded with a fiery rage, his teeth bared almost like a wild animal, and…

Fire burned at his fingertips.

Nanaba’s felt her chest squeeze— she was right! She had been right! Levi had been hiding a secret from them all—he was a firebender. This whole time.

But the strangest thing was… Nanaba felt no pride at all. She wasn’t happy she was right, which was strange.

Instead, she felt nothing but hurt in her heart, seeing Levi like this. Nearly a slave to his guilt, clearly pained that Hange had gotten hurt while he was around. It was interesting actually—she realized that Hange actually hadn’t gotten any severe injuries like this since Levi had joined them…

Levi stood, unmoving. It was like he was frozen, not there.

“Levi?” Nanaba called out, but Levi didn’t answer.

She walked up cautiously towards him, but he didn’t move. And it wasn’t until she was just a few feet in front of him and called his name once more, that the flames in his hand extinguished. It was as though he returned back to the present, his eyes locking with Nanaba’s, now filled with hurt—the rage had finally dissipated. He realized now, that his secret was out in the open for her.

“Nanaba, I can explain—“

But his words were interrupted. Nanaba had taken her hand to cradle the back of his head, pushing him towards her so that his forehead could rest on her shoulder. And it was like all of Levi’s worries flowed out from him. Tears fell down his cheeks, and he sobbed as Nanaba held him.

She couldn’t believe she was saying this, and she hoped with all her might that she wouldn’t regret it in the future. But she felt something once again, a gut feeling that this was the right thing to do. For whatever reason, of all times, she remembered something her mother used to tell her as a kid—that sometimes, friendships could transcend lifetimes. And Nanaba wondered, if that had anything to do with the new friendship she was forming at this very moment.

“Don’t worry, Levi, your secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, and Levi hugged her tighter.

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“Yes!” Sasha exclaimed as Armin finally cut through the wooden bars of the Fire Nation base holding cell.

“Kicking this down will probably alert the guards right outside of here, so are all of you ready for that?” Jean asked.

Moblit, Armin, and Sasha nodded with determination in their eyes.

“Alright, our plan should get us at least through the first guards, and we’re just going to have to wing it for a bit after,” Jean announced. He took a deep breath, and kicked down the wooden cell bars. The crash echoed, and they heard footsteps immediately mobilize just outside. Sasha threw open the door, and Armin poured out the remaining water he collected.

“Now!”

With a flick of his wrists, the water turned to ice, causing the guards to slip down the corridor. Moblit jumped out, sliding on the ice past the guards, and the other three followed suit. The ice was thinner than ideal, and the guards began to chase after them, stumbling, throwing flames out at them. They sprinted quickly, only to run into more guards, so they turned the other corridor.

“A dead end!” Moblit yelled. The four felt panic bubble inside their chests, desperately thinking of a way out of this mess.

Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle began around the corner, and the temperature seemed to increase significantly.

“More fire?” Armin asked.

“Maybe it’s Hange!” Moblit exclaimed.

They all cautiously moved forwards after the sounds of guards yelling and being shoved into utility closets ended. And as they turned the corner…

“Levi!” Moblit yelled, seeing him with flames at the end of his fingertips. Moblit, relieved to see him, ran up to give him a hug.

Levi smiled, ruffling Moblit’s hair.

“We came just in time, huh?” Nanaba asked, eliciting a huge smile from Moblit, who turned to also tackle her with a hug as well.

“I knew you’d come!” Moblit said, and continued to bury himself in the hug. After the smiles of reunion began to fade, Nanaba locked eyes with Levi. The two looked at the kids.

“Where’s Hange?” They asked. The four looked at each other, a serious look falling upon their faces, causing Levi’s heart to drop.

Moblit began to tear up again, and Jean quickly explained the situation.

Nanaba could feel Levi’s anxiety from where she stood, so she grabbed Levi by the shoulders to ground him.

“It’s going to be okay, Levi,” she said, knowing full well that he was twirling the lotus tile in his hand. It worried her greatly that Hange would give that back to Levi.

They knew what that meant if she was returning it to Levi: Hange knew there was a high possibility she wouldn’t be making it out of here alive.

“Levi, I’ll take the kids, and I’m sure we’ll come up with a plan. Hopefully Erwin and Mike found Hange, but it’s better we cover more ground.”

She patted his shoulders.

“Go Levi, we’ll back you up once we find Erwin and Mike, you can count on us.”

Levi nodded and began to run.

“Wait!” Levi spun around, to find Nanaba chasing behind him. Like that horrible night that their friendship began, she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed his head onto her shoulder.

“We’ll find her, I know it,” she whispered. And Levi hugged her tighter.

—————————

Levi sprinted through the corridors of the Fire Nation base, yelling Hange’s name. He ran and ran desperately kicking open doors only to find empty rooms. Still holding the lotus tile in his hand, he sprinted, determined to find her.

He felt stupid for thinking about this now, but he couldn’t get it out of his head that he didn’t just tell her he loved her in Ba Sing Se.

“Stupid,” he muttered as he kicked down a door to yet another empty room. Light strewn from the end of this hallway, and he ran towards it. He was suddenly bathed in the late afternoon light, out into the open training grounds of the base. And there in front of him, was the person he least wanted to see.

“Hi Nephew, how’s it going?”

Kenny stood facing Levi, and Levi felt a fiery rage burn inside him.

“Where’s Hange, Kenny?” Levi demanded, knowing he was pressed for time. “Ohhh, your girlfriend?” He asked, chuckling to himself at the desperation spilling from his nephew.

He raised a hand in the air, holding a pair of glasses, with the left lens missing.

The glasses frames he knew all too well.

[phoebenavarro]

the more things change

rarepair time! I have not known peace since mag117. feat backup archivist martin with beholding powers

the magnus archives, martinelias, 2100 words, warning for dubcon kissing

read on ao3 here

“Jon is in trouble,” Martin says as he bursts into Elias’s office. A few months ago, the concept of doing something so brazenly rude to Elias would have made him freeze on the spot. It’s funny how things change, Martin thinks bitterly, and how things stay the same. He’s still terrified of Elias, although now for completely different reasons.

“Martin,” Elias replies, “Come in. What can I do for you?” He glances up at Martin briefly before returning to his paperwork.

Martin’s brain stutters. He didn’t really think this through, and he didn’t expect Elias to be so nonplussed.

“Jon’s in trouble,” Martin repeats, some of his anxiety chased away by a need to do something slowly creeping back in, “and I’m worried,” he finishes, summoning back the indignation he feels towards Elias at all times lately.

“Did something in particular happen?” Elias asks, “Because ‘worried’ seems to be a constant state of being for you.” He sounds bored, and that makes Martin angry, angry that Elias clearly doesn’t care about Jon’s well-being, and deeper down, angry that Elias doesn’t take him seriously.

Martin scoffs, but he realizes he can’t really explain what actually brought him to Elias’s office. He clenches his jaw.

“I don’t know!” he grits out, “Jon was fine, on the bus in America, then he was at a rest stop and a woman came up to him and forced him into her car.”

That makes Elias look up, and his gaze is even more piercing than normal, like he’s trying to rip through Martin with his eyes.

“How did you know that?” Elias asks, his tone so severe that Martin folds in on himself.

“I-I don’t know!” he squeaks, and he frowns. He realizes he really doesn’t know how he knew that. “I just— I had a feeling, I guess…?” He trails off. Even he knows how weak that sounds.

“I don’t think you did,” Elias says, raising one of his perfect eyebrows at Martin, “You just knew, didn’t you?”

Martin stutters, trying to come up with some explanation, but he realizes that Elias is right. He just knew.

Fuck, Martin just knew. He sinks into the chair across from Elias, stunned. Elias’s face breaks out into a grin. He chuckles quietly.

“See, this is what I like about you, Martin. You don’t lie to yourself. Oh, you may spend all your time lying to everyone else, keeping them at arm’s length because you’re terrified they won’t like you if they get to know the real you, but you’re honest to yourself.”

Martin stares at Elias, thrown off-kilter by being told such intimate things about himself so matter-of-factly. He wonders if that’s how Elias sounded when he did whatever it was he did to Melanie. “W-what?”

Elias leans back in his chair, grinning. “You know, when I asked you to start recording statements, I never expected you to progress quite this quickly.”

Martin’s eyes harden. “Are you saying I have freaky eye powers now? Like Jon?” Of course Elias planned for this, wanted this, and Martin just went along with it. Elias stands and crosses to the other side of the desk, perching on it across from Martin.

“Not quite like Jon, no. Jon is the Archivist. I’m sure your own Becoming will be different.” Elias turns his gaze back to Martin, but this time it feels more appraising. Elias leans forward, and Martin feels cold dread pooling in his gut. “I’m actually quite pleased. This is a promising development.”

“R-right, but what does that actually mean, though?” Martin asks, trying to stay calm and refusing to think of the implications of him being able to just know things. Elias wants to knock him off balance, keep him a stammering mess so he won’t get any answers out of him. “Is this going to keep happening? Will I develop other… abilities?”

“Yes, it will keep happening as you get stronger. As for if you’ll gain more abilities, I don’t know, Martin.” He leans forward. “But I’ll enjoy watching.”

“O-Okay, but what does that mean? Practically? I mean, the Eye’s not giving me these powers out of the goodness of its heart. What do I have to do? Can I stop it?”

Elias smiles at him with an almost unbearable fondness, which Martin has never seen from him before, and it makes Martin uneasy. “I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do to stop it at this point,” he says, and Martin sighs. Figures. “You don’t need to be doing anything you won’t be doing already, just reading statements.”

“Right, as I become less and less human,” Martin spits.

“Being human isn’t everything, Martin. You’re not going to stop being yourself.” Elias’s smile turns cruel. “But maybe you’d like that, to stop worrying about being good and nice all the time. Doesn’t it get exhausting?” Elias asks conspiratorially.

Martin narrows his eyes at him, refusing to rise to the bait. “You knew about my CV the whole time, didn’t you,” Martin says. It’s not a question, but Elias answers anyway.

“Oh, yes,” he chuckles, “It’s why I hired you in the first place. It impressed me, honestly. Such a bald-faced lie, you were so terrified, but you barely even flinched. It was charming, really.”

“Charming,” Martin repeats skeptically.

Elias tsks. “Come now, Martin, I know you don’t think highly of yourself, but is it really so hard to believe that someone would find you charming?”

Martin seriously doubts that anyone has found him charming in his life. Cute, maybe, but charming? No.

“Why…” Martin begins, but he shakes his head, “It doesn’t matter. What about Jon?”

“What about him?”

“Is he in danger?”

“Almost certainly,” Elias smiles, “but he’s survived worse. You’ll just have to trust me.”

Martin starts laughing. “You— you cannot expect me to trust you, after you trapped all of us here, after you let Sasha get killed— for God’s sake, you admitted to murdering two people! And now! I’m getting monster powers because of you.”

Elias rolls his eyes. “Martin. Don’t start lying to yourself now. I gave you the push, but you embraced the Eye on your own.” He places his hand on Martin’s shoulder, his thumb resting against Martin’s neck in a possessive way that makes Martin’s heart skip a beat. “Your need to know more hasn’t been as fervent as Jon’s, but it’s there. You tell yourself it’s to help Jon, but really, it’s all you.”

Martin finds himself unable to move away, despite how much he wants to, almost hypnotized as Elias moves his hand up to cup Martin’s cheek. His breath catches in his throat. He has no idea the last time he was this close to someone, and even on his loneliest nights, he never thought Elias would be the next person to touch him like this.

Martin has no way of knowing if Elias is actually telling the truth, or if he’s just trying to manipulate him. Probably a bit of both, he thinks.

“I just don’t know how you can keep letting Jon get hurt,” Martin says, trying to push on like Elias is not tenderly cradling his face, “I mean, he’s your archivist, whatever that means. I’d think out of all of us, he’s the one you’d care what happens to.”

Elias sighs. “I don’t like it much either, but that’s how these things go. It’s necessary for Jon to grow into his potential.”

“So, what?” Martin stares at Elias defiantly, “You’re just going to leave us in the dark? Let us get killed? Do you care at all?”

Elias strokes Martin’s cheek with his thumb, and Martin shivers. “I am sorry about Sasha,” he says quietly, “I didn’t want that to happen to her.”

And Martin, God help him, believes Elias. Maybe that’s why he still doesn’t pull away when Elias’s other hand comes to rest at Martin’s hip, when he leans in to press his lips to Martin’s. Martin freezes as Elias kisses him, but Elias doesn’t seem bothered that Martin isn’t responding.

“What are you doing,” Martin breathes as Elias pulls away briefly.

“I thought that was obvious,” Elias quips, and he settles into Martin’s lap, straddling him. Martin makes a surprised noise, but he doesn’t push him away.

“Why, then?” Martin asks, looking at Elias warily.

Elias squeezes his hip. “Because you’re mine,” he says with a predatory glint to his eyes. Martin’s blood runs cold, and now he tries to push Elias away, but Elias’s grip on him tightens, and Martin can’t get the leverage he needs. “The others may also be tied to me, but none of them have embraced their roles like you have. It has been truly a pleasure to watch you come into your own over the years.”

Martin looks away, his eyes burning. He thinks about his younger self, when he started at the Institute. He had been absolutely terrified of Elias and the way he seemed to see right through him, but also because he thought Elias was gorgeous. He still does, he supposes, especially with Elias so close to him. They’re so far beyond that now; Martin wishes Elias was just a normal, intimidatingly handsome boss. Elias brushes one of Martin’s curls behind his ear before leaning in to whisper in it.

“Do you want to know what I think? Being trapped working at the Institute doesn’t upset you as much as you think it should. Where else would you go? You’ve worked here your entire adult life, and few places will be as open to your lack of formal qualifications. You want to be angry like Tim, but you’re actually relieved. For the first time, you’re not worried about losing your job. You hate the way reading statements makes you feel, but you love feeling useful. For Jon,” he nibbles on Martin’s earlobe, making Martin gasp, “And for me.”

It’s horrible, but what’s more horrible is how Martin doesn’t want Elias to stop. He doesn’t want Elias to stop touching him; he doesn’t want Elias to stop telling him all the awful things about himself Martin usually buries deep within.

Elias grips Martin’s chin and forces him to look him in his grey eyes. Eyes that are unusually warm, and Martin’s face is so hot that he’s sure Elias can feel it.

“Oh, look at you,” Elias croons, “You’re lovely.” And that is finally too much for Martin; it feels like Elias is mocking him, there’s no way he can be sincere.

“Stop,” Martin says, and it feels far too much like begging for mercy. Elias frowns.

“Alright,” he says, “But I do mean it, you know. You are lovely like this.”

“Get off me,” Martin says, and he tries to make his voice sound as commanding as possible, but it comes out breathy and weak.

“Is that what you want? Really?” Elias asks, idly running his hand up Martin’s flank.

No, Martin’s treacherous brain says, and Martin desperately tries to remind himself that the man sitting in his lap is a murderer. Elias grins like he heard that, and hell, maybe he did; Martin doesn’t know how his powers work. Martin doesn’t know what he wants at this point, clearly, only that the weight of Elias in his lap shouldn’t be as comforting as it is.

Elias presses one more chaste kiss to his lips before climbing off Martin with a contented sigh.

“Well,” he says, “I think this development is worthy of celebration, don’t you?” Martin stares at him, slack-jawed as he continues. “Would you like to get dinner tonight?”

Martin knows he should say no, should tell Elias to fuck off, and he should tell Elias off for kissing him and touching him like that on top of everything else, but. It’s an opportunity to get Elias alone and maybe get some answers out of him for once, and Martin can’t pass that up. He knows that’s giving into the Eye even more, and he can already hear Elias’s smug voice telling him just that, but he can’t keep living like this, constantly in the dark, not knowing what’s going on or if Jon has been kidnapped again. Martin’s going to get a stress ulcer at this rate. And well, if it’s true that there’s no way out of this for him, then at the very least he’s going to use this to help the others as much as he can. (Martin ignores the way he can still feel the ghost of Elias’s lips on his own, or how he doesn’t actually hate that Elias had kissed him.)

Martin shrugs. “Sure, if you’re paying,” he says, and he doesn’t miss the way Elias gives a genuine laugh at that. Elias acting so openly… fond of him will take some getting used to, but as they walk to the restaurant Elias has chosen, Martin finds himself thinking of ways to exploit that affection.

[pie-shenanigans]

How i headcannon every Magnus archives character's hair:

John : he growed his hair out in college, the moment his grandma didnt have a say on it any more. He has a dark rich brown colour with a few grey streaks with a brighter and more prominent one in the front. His hair i quite curly, he doesn't know how to do curly hair and brushes through it dry, so it is frizzy and messy (someone show him the curly girl method please). He usually keeps it in a low back ponytail to get out of the way but it still always does. Secretly jon really loves his hair, and it is the thing he likes the most about his appearance, but he wouldn't say that outloud to nobody. After the apocalypse while still in the safehouse he gives himself an absolute massacre of a haircut, cutting it very short with kitchen scissors, it was very uneven, he accidentally left some longer whispy spots and has some bald patches, Martin tried to help but he only made it worse. It was the first time in weeks either of them laughed.

Martin: has dark blond hair, he always kept it very short in a generic "mens cut" because he never really knew how to do it. He always goes to the closest and cheapest barber he finds. Maybe once or twice he had an idea of a haircut he wanted to try out, but was always to shy to ask for it. Sometime during s4 he stopped getting it cut and let it get kinda long for the first time ever. In s5 his hair gets to around his chin, he discovers that his hair is a bit wavy. His hair is very very soft, he enjoys twidiling with it when he's stressed. John likes Martin's hair like this, he says it frames his face nicely.

Sasha (the real one): she has pin straight shiny brown hair. It is quite long and goes down to her waist. She is painfully trying to grow out bangs she cut while drunk more than a year ago. She enjoys doing all kind of hairstyles and changes them up often. to work she usually puts it up in a bun or a half up- half down hairstyle.

Tim: he has one of those "floppy" haircuts when the sides and back are cropped short and the top is long. He definitely dyed it many different colours in the past, most noticeablly purple. When he landed a job at the institute Elias insisted he would dye it to his natural brown colour and he agrees but is still salty about it. His ends are still very damaged from years of bleach. In s 1-2 he used to take care of it very often, and went to the salon every month and a half to get it re-cut. In s3 he stops caring and lets it get long and messy, he starts wearing it in a bun to get it out of his way. It does not look very nice.

Melanie: her poor hair has not seen its natural colour in years. It has been dyed every colour and bleached way to many times. The thing is damaged beyond repair. When she joins the institute Elias asks her to dye it back to her natural colour, a mousey brown, but she dyes it an electric blue as a big "fuck you Elias". After she leaves the institute she decided to give it a rest and stopped dyeing it. It faded into an uneven green mess. She hasn't have time to redye it since the apocalypse, but Georgie promised her she well help her once they have time.

Georgie: she has very curly and bouncy hair styled into a bob around jaw length with a few face framing strands that maybe could pass as bangs. The ends of her hair are dyed a honey blond, and are the remaining evidence of a questionable dye job from years back, maybe when she was still with John. Her roots are a rich brown, almost black colour.

Basira: Basira is a higabi. For work she usually picks a simple dark (usually black) stretch-cotten scarf that she ties on her nape. She does also have a collection of nicer headscarfs that she wears for special occasions, many of them silk with beautiful patterns. she is also really good a tieing them in creative ways but no one from the archives staff or the police have seen her do that.

Daisy: she has a pin straight, dark blond lob, hitting exactly her collar bones. It is very well kept and always looks stern and tidy, even during a hunt. After the coffin she lets go of her pedantic maintenance routine and lets it grow a bit longer. Everyone, including Basira is shocked to learn that daisy's hair is naturally a warm Auburn that curls slightly. She starts growing her roots out and stops straightening it and began wearing it in a loose messy bun.

Elias: he has a sleek and professional haircut with salt and pepper stripes that look so perfect that they seem dyed. His hair is always in impeccable condition, with never a single hair out if place. Tim and Sasha suspect it's maybe a wig.

Note; i dont have specific race headcannons so i didnt specify any race- specific hairstyle. John, Georgie and Basira are left ambiguous on purpose.

[jinkicake]

All Jean Needs is a Little Push

Jean x Reader

Hi~~ I love Jean! I wanted to experiment with a jealous!Jean, I even tried to add a confession scene... I like writing jealous!reader so I thought, might as well switch it up!｀∀´ Also Marlowe is best boy, such a sweet thing. أ‿أ

WC-1469

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“Hitch huh?” Connie smirks at his snide remark and Sasha stifles her laughter into her hand. You throw an arm around Marlowe’s shoulder, peering up at him with the same teasing glint in your eyes.

“You guys are you know…” You trail off, dating?, a knowing look etched into your features. Marlowe only glances down at you before quickly looking at the other two beside him.

“I don’t know.” Marlowe replies and you quickly unwrap your arm from his shoulder, sending a confused look towards Connie. He can’t be that dense, can he? You only gape at him before hearing Eren sigh on the other side of the table. 

“I don’t either.” Eren replies and the table falls silent, the density of the two boys too overwhelming. As a result you lean forward and let your forehead slam against the wooden table. 

“I’m so sorry Mikasa.” You mutter painfully, dramatically ignoring a distressed Jean who’s trying to pull you up in an effort to check out your now bruised head. His hands wrap around your shoulders and force you to sit up straight. Your face is warm against his hands as he pushes back your hair, Jean lets out a sigh of irritation at the redness on your forehead. You narrow your eyes up at him and purse your lips in concentration as you try to swat his hands away. Beside you, you can hear Connie and Sasha letting out playful snickers and you turn to look at them. You only get so far before Jean grips your jaw to turn you back to him. Only after the noise settles down does Marlowe turn his attention back to you.

“Oh, that’s right. (Y/N) do you mind showing me around the stables after we finishing eating?” Marlowe asks politely and you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. Giving him a soft smile you nod and Jean pushes his hand against your sore forehead in response before sitting back down at the table. 

“Why don’t you have Connie show you?” Jean mutters childishly and you stare at him with an eyebrow raised, your hand clutching your now aching forehead. 

“Why don’t you just go with them, Jean?” Sasha offers and Connie nods his head in agreement, staring at the boy who lets out a noise of confusion.

“Clearly you want to go so badly.” Connie eggs on and you can’t help the amused smile on your face. 

“Huh? No?” Jean tries his best to act uninterested and he forces himself to listen to Mikasa and Eren’s conversation beside him. Had he known that the next day you and Marlowe would become buddy-buddy he would have gone with you, no hesitation. Now all he gets to do is watch as the two of you trail around everywhere together. The next evening Jean watches the two of you talk freely in the mess hall and his face scrunches in irritation. Leaning his cheek into his palm he continues to stare you down, wondering when did you become so interested in someone from the military police? Jean knows you didn’t like those guys. His face must be exposing his true emotions because you, once again for the fourth time that night, send him a raised eyebrow. One that dares to ask him what? All Jean does is continue to hold your stare. Letting out an irritated growl you place your hands on the table and stand up from your seat. 

“Jean.” Your eyes narrow at him before you wrap your hand around his wrist and drag him out of the mess hall. The rest of the table falls silent and watches in amusement, Connie leans over to give Marlowe a congratulating slap on the back.

“Maybe you aren’t so dense after all.” The bald boy laughs and Sasha places her hand on Marlowe’s arm.

“Who knew all Jean needed was a push?” She laughs cheerfully and even Mikasa is watching the scene with interest in her eyes. Armin looks at Eren who still looks lost and the blonde-haired boy furrows his eyebrows at his friend.


“Eren you know Jean likes (Y/N) right?” Armin asks and Eren snaps his head to his friend before looking at the rest of the table with shock all over his face.

“Huh? Jean likes (Y/N)?!” He damn near yells and the table falls quiet, staring at him with defeated faces. Eren is too blunt, poor Mikasa. 

You ended up dragging Jean out to the stables, letting go of his wrist when you end up in front of the building. Immediately you turn your attention to the horses and give one a gentle smile, rubbing their nose softly. Jean only stares at the ground, starting to feel the embarrassment from his actions wash over him.

“Well Jean, say what you want to say.” You face him head-on but still focus all your attention on the horse in front of you. The large animal calming your racing heart. Jean feels like an idiot but even at this moment he is jealous of a horse, what he wants is your attention and he wants all of it, like a possessive little toddler. You turn and glance over at him, noticing his fists are tightened and a hard look is resting on his face. You remove your hands from the horse and turn to him, resting one of your hands on his bicep. “Jean? What’s wrong?” You ask him and genuinely start to feel worried. 

“Since when are you friends with the military police.” He mutters, his eyes still trained on the ground, unable to look at you. You find it hard to mask your laughter and you let out a soft chuckle at his words.

“Huh, Jean? Last I recall you wanted to be apart of that section, did you not?” You taunt lightly and Jean grits his teeth in response. That had been true but that’s before Eren got into his head and before he knew you. When he saw all of you standing there, staying for the corps he knew he had to too. 

“T-that was b-before…” He stutters, clearly flustered with your teasing. Quicker than his brain can process, you wrap your arms around his waist before resting your head against his chest. “(Y/N) p-please wait until we get married.” The words fumble out of Jean’s mouth before he can stop them and when he sees that glint in your eyes he knows it's over for him. 

“You have no reason to be jealous Jean.” You lightly scold him like a child, he’s too easy to rile up. “You should have just come with us last night as Connie said. You could have listened to us talk about our feelings, Marlowe was telling me about Hitch and I told him about you.” You let out a little hum before unwrapping your arms from the taller man’s torso. “Well,” You pause and tilt your head at him as you shrug before turning around to walk back towards the dorms. Jean following behind you, hot on your trail.

“W-what do you mean feelings?” He sputters like an idiot and you softly laugh. 

“Must I spell it out for you Jean, or will you just tell me already?” You ask, wanting to hear him confess to you first. The taller boy only darts his eyes over to the side before lowering down to the ground, confusion etched softly all over his face. 

“Tell you what?” His bratty, defensive mode finally appears and you sigh while rolling your eyes. Turning around to face him once again, you cross your arms over your chest as you stare him down with a frown. 

“I don’t know…” You trail off, looking up at the night sky in a fake thought. “That you have feelings for me.” Softly the words leave your mouth and you can’t look at Jean, too embarrassed by your words. “Because I adore-“ You're cut off as your breath hitches in your throat when Jean wraps his arms around your shoulders. The action makes it impossible to see his red face, instead, you get a face full of his clothed chest.

“I might as well be in love with you.” His words are quiet and you barely hear him. The only way Jean knows you heard him at all is by the subtle movement of your hand clutching his jacket in your fist. “Yes I like you (Y/N), so much.” Jean confesses and you wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Really?” You breathe out and look up to see him already staring down at you, nervousness written all over his face. It’s endearing. “I really like you too Jean.” You whisper and rest your face back against his chest. You love him whole-heartedly and never want to let him go, as you squeeze your arms around him you do just that.

[dewgossip]

Hello there my little gossiping ducks! Gather ‘round Mother Goose here to learn all about how you ranked the other members of your town — and what everyone thinks of you! The superlatives are in... and I’m ready to share. 

Who is ... in their flop era?

The town voted that HENRY DESAI is in his flop era! After his failed business venture, I can’t quite say I’m surprised. As delicious as his cookies and cakes may be, the valley just wasn’t ready for its own bake shop ... or maybe the fates just had a big old flop in store for poor Henry! Is something burning? Oh, well, it’s not a cake — Just Henry’s hopes and dreams! 

Who has ... the worst hair?

In a unanimous vote ( boring! where’s the drama! ) the town voted KOA ROXAS for worst hair ... when he doesn’t even have any. Boring! Where’s the drama? Sometimes, I suppose bad hair is better than no hair at all. At least you all seem to think so. I wonder if he burned it off... remind him to never get a cheap wig. Synthetic fibers would smell worse than Henry’s dreams! 

Who is ... most likely to break your heart?

I would certainly let my heart be broken by someone as dashing as FINLEY MARTIN — who you all decided was most likely to do it. Now, my heart would never be broken by anyone, because I am always the one who does the breaking ... but this next person, evidently, does not share my (or Finley’s!) prowess...

Who is ... most likely to get their heart broken?

Perhaps there’s some trouble stewing in the General Store, because the person voted most likely to get their heart broken was JILLIAN MERCER. We should have held this back when the store was closing ... talk about kicking them while they’re down! You know I love a good rumor, so if there is any hype around canoodling with either of our heart-break/heart-breaker candidates... someone let Gossip Elder know if it turns out to be true!

 Who is ... most likely to embarrass themselves on national TV? 

Another win... or really, another loss is in the bag for Mr. KOA ROXAS. After a close race, you all decided that Koa was most likely to embarrass himself on national television. Nevermind what he’d be on TV for, if not complaints of arson... how would he embarrass himself? Perhaps the glint of the aforementioned bald head blinds the cameraman?

Who is ... most likely to be a CEO (derogatory)? 

So much for respecting the dead ... you all voted ISMAIL HAQ for most likely to become a CEO. I have several complaints with this one — first of all, it’s not fun to insult people when they aren’t around to hear it and get upset! Second of all, I think him not being a CEO might have been what made him so tense... if he couldn’t keep a Joja open in Stardew Valley, how is he supposed to be a billionaire? 

Who is ... the worst chef in America The Ferngill Republic?

More in cooking and fire failures... the people have chosen MATEO MORENO for not only the Valley’s worst chef, but the worst chef in the country! That’s quite a high honor to place on Matty. His multiple nominations for this award made this an easy win, but there were other people nominated. Mateo, if you’re disappointed it wasn’t unanimous, just imagine how the rest of us feel when we try your cooking! Let’s hope for Ben’s sake you don’t try to improve your knife skills...

Who should ... get out of the Valley NOW?

It is despicable to me that we’ve moved on from bullying the youths of this town to the distinguished elders of it such as myself, and who you all said should leave, BILL “SOCQUES” MERCER. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we already tried to kick the Mercer clan out of town once, and it didn’t work on the other half of Socques’ family! His brother might be younger, taller, married-er and better at singing Journey songs than Socques is... but he also didn’t win this award! 

Who should ... be cancelled by cancel culture? 

Another despicable result, though at least this time the nomination of one of the town’s elders did not result in a win ... how dare any of you try to ‘cancel’ me! The real winner of this prize is SASHA FIORINI, the only one of you with enough relevancy to be cancelled by cancel culture! Let’s all hope a rabid fanbase doesn’t come into town to defend her from this, or, Yoba forbid, start Tweeting with little @ call signs like fiorinisgirl! If this little pop-star (what happened to real music!) gets my blog taken down, I’ll fight her on that beach too — and I’ll win!

Who is ... most likely to stage a coup on Mayor Lewis?

Another day, another win for JILLIAN MERCER! Or should I say, another loss. I imagine that any kind of coup she’d stage would be about as successful as her family’s business, or her fight with Sasha, or her relationships with most people in town, or her skating career... Mayor Lewis would probably have to take pity on her and sign over the documents just to get her to stop yelling at him! 

Who did ... not kill Ismail, but definitely killed someone?

Another murder mystery on our hands might send my poor old soul into an early grave, but luckily — the killer on this front is not one we have to solve! ARCHIE TAYLOR was most likely to have killed. I only hope that if she’s reading this, she won’t kill again. Maybe it’s her glares, maybe it’s the fact that no one is that obsessed with ghosts unless they’ve created one... or a few! Spare me, Archie! 

Who is ... most likely to have a secret famous Twitter? 

It’s hard to believe that this blabber mouth could have a secret famous Twitter — or be committed enough to it for her following to grow. Nevertheless, you all decided that LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN was winning the popularity contest ... on the internet, at least, and not in town after that whole Miami debacle. I wonder if we can find any buzzy Twitter users that went on a vay-cay last October, and see if there’s any truth to this!

Who is ... the biggest himbo?

Our first and only stalemate ... and if these two gentlemen don’t know what that means, it means you’ve tied! KOA ROXAS and ARTHUR PENA were voted the sweetest, strongest ... and dumbest of the whole bunch. Which, considering how few of you take my blog as gospel, is saying something — I don’t see many braincells bopping around the crowd. 

Who is ... the biggest bimbo? 

In a unanimous vote is proof in the pudding that intelligence and knowledge are not the same thing — the town’s biggest bimbo is a second-time winner LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN! Maybe we should have been looking for dumb Twitter users instead of ones who travel around the world. Let’s just hope she has spell check turned on to make her a little harder to find! 

Who is ... most likely to peak by being nominated for this list? 

In our most contested category, with the most individual nominations and most split votes, it looks to me like this person isn’t even peaking in their own category! It’s a good thing FINLEY MARTIN was nominated for something else on this list, or else they’d be branded peaked by ... barely peaking! A rather unexciting finish in this race with for our favorite runner... or, second favorite, if you go based on the fact that Malia wasn’t even nominated! 

Who is ... most likely to steal the bus to go to Zuzu City?

It wasn’t hard for ARTHUR PENA and LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN to win the category of them being most likely to steal the bus into Zuzu City... it’s just hard to tell if they’ll have enough loyalty to the town to bring it back! Maybe this time with no murderer on the lose, these local farmers will go for a joyride instead of an escape plan. Do you think they’ll get me a souvenir? Knowing their status as himbo and bimbo, I’d doubt it’d be any good...

 Who has ... the biggest tab at the Stardrop Saloon? 

What’s another win for this list is another loss for her liver, everyone put your hands together for ... JILLIAN MERCER! I’ve already gone through the painstaking process of listing out all her sorrows, but I’m sure Gus will appreciate her picking up this week’s bill once she’s done drowning them! 

 Who would ... win in a Stardew Valley fight club?

While the Valley’s participants in some of the physical violence we’ve seen were nominated for this category, and took half the vote to themselves — the winner of this ring was ELAINE CARTER! While she seems calm, I agree with the rest of you that she can probably pack a punch... or at least pack her chainsaw with her when she goes to fight, and ward off anyone else who tried to take her title! 

And so is the end of this round of Stardew Valley superlatives... remember that all my silly little jabs are in good fun, and that your gossip grandma loves you dearly. Love and kisses, until next time!

xoxo

Gossip Elder  

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Occupational hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

Three part series: It was just another job, he doesn’t even had to kill anyone, but the way she looked at him was more dangerous than the bullets.

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, stalkers.

Part I

“I remember telling you to fuck off and stop calling me” You say answering the phone the fifth time it rings, knowing too well he won’t stop until you do “I made myself clear, don’t call me, don’t contact me, keep your stupid flowers and presents to yourself and stay the fuck away from me”

“Oh my little Y/N” Says his drunk voice in the other end “You know you like it, this little number of yours, pretending you don’t need a man will end as soon as you feel lonely, why don’t we speed things up and simply let me come up with you?” He said and you froze, how does he knew you were at the second floor of your house? You looked outside the window but couldn’t see anything, nervously you closed your sleeping robe with a tight knot suddenly feeling exposed “You don’t have to be so shy, I already know what is behind that” He said and you toss the phone aside, but you could still listen to his laugh, when will this nightmare end??

“Fuck you Richard!!!” You scream at the phone, but he had already hung up. You closed all the windows and went straight to your bathroom cabinets, it had to be there.

You finally found it, a few years back when your name was still unknown and your main job was stacking candles and towels in a store, and before you had a sociopath for an ex, you became friends with this weird and really sweet bald guy on Pottery Barn, you helped him redecorate his room and you even talk once in a while over the phone, or at least until last year when he said he was going back to Chechnya to visit his family, but before he went away, and after he met the charming man you were dating and seeing the bruises in your arms he gave you a card and told you, if you ever need to get rid of that guy just call this number.

You light on a cigarette, and sit on the floor of your bathroom thinking, what does get rid of meant? Hank, judging by his tattoos, was not an entirely innocent folk, but at this point you were desperate, and you cursed yourself for ever start dating a man like that, the all charming and thoughtful movie producer, you knew your career will be damaged forever if you kept avoiding him but coming back to be treated like garbage and not being able to eat, dress or think on your own was not an option. You finally gathered the courage and dialled the number.

“Fuches” a raspy voice said on the other end.

“Hi, ammm” you were not sure what exactly where you going to say.

“Who is this? Hello?? Who gave you this number? Are you there?” The man seem angry and a bit condescending in his tone and somehow his rudeness made you speak up.

“Yeah, I’m here” You started with more confidence “I got this number from NoHo Hank, he said you could help me to… to get rid of someone”.

“Ahh” The man was calmed now, almost happy “Well in that case any friend of Hank is friend of mine, but I warn you madame that won’t be cheap” He said and you stand up from the floor glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, shocked to see how pale you looked, and how scared you actually felt.

***

Barry entered his apartment begging for Jermaine or Nick to be there and use them as an excuse to tell Fuches to fuck off, but it was empty except for the never ending amount of trash that always was in their comon space, he stopped trying to tell them to clean like three months ago and now he only limited to hide in his room away from the beer cans and chips bags.

It didn’t matter that much really, at least not before, as long as Sally was there to talk to him or as long as he could call her, but then she got that part in a big movie, and he was happy for her, that was her dream and he would never get between her and her dream, but then she stop being around the class due to rehearsals, and then she change a beer in Residual’s to fancy and expensive dinners with her costars and then one day she simply said goodbye.

But he had come to the conclusion that he deserved that, he took away Mr. Cousineau’s happiness so it was only fair for him to lose it as well, and Sally was still his friend, as long as he could find a 5 minutes gap to talk in her busy schedule every other week.

He was still on the class, and he was getting better or at least he no longer missed his lines, and he had even recieved a callback for a commercial, but he didn’t get it in the end.

And now Fuches was coming back to screw up everything again, Barry looked at the clock, 4:02 he would be there any minute, for a brief moment his mind travel to his gun under his bed, and how just one year before he was desperate to see him and kill him from once, but then Mr Cousineau started making questions, and to suspect, accurately, that he had killed Moss, and Fuches chose to come clean, or at least enough to settle things down.

He told Gene the Chechens killed Moss and that they wanted to implicate Barry, so he called the cops on him so Barry would take the blame and end up in jail, he played his Part as a poor looser, alone and miserable well enough and Barry chose not to kill him, as long as he would stay away from them, and he had kept his promise until that morning. He would say no, obviously but he needed to say it to his face to reassure him or to himself that it was all done.

A knock on the door put him in alert, and he muttered a simple “Come in” keeping himself away from the entrance. Fuches entered the room with an almost curious expression on his face, he looked at the trash an made a disgusted frown, and then looked at Barry from head to toe, he looked paler or maybe just tired, he for sure was, that stubborn woman was by far the most picky and difficult client he ever had by far, but with enough luck Barry may solve it.

“Nice place” He said finally with a sarcastic grin

“That’s my roommate’s doing” Barry answered in a monotone “Coffee? beer?”

“If you are really being nice I’ll take the beer�� Fuches said and without waiting for an invitation he found a place to sit.

“I’m not.” Barry answered and sit in front of him. “What do you want?”

“Ahh there it is” Fuches roll his eyes “I got a job for you, and I think you may like this one…”

“What the fuck man?” Barry interrupted mid sentence. “We haven’t seen each other in almost a year, I was very clear then as I’m now I don’t want to do that anymore”

“Boy listen, is way easier and you’ll get pay three times more than previous works” He said completely ignoring him.

“I don’t give a fuck about the money, I told you I don’t want to work for you” Barry put both hands over his face, this was exasperating.

“Fine, now look at me like you were about to kill me” He said taking Barry by surprise.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He said after an uncomfortable silence.

“Look kid, a week ago I received a call from a crazy actress, you may know her Y/N something” He started

“Is not Y/N Y/L/N by any chance?” Barry asked, remembering something that Natalie and Sasha said about her.

“Yes, that one, complete basket case” Fuches continued “She asked me if I could eliminate her ex boyfriend, some Hollywood big shot that I genuinely couldn’t care less about. I said yes sure, I’ll send someone to do it, then she change her mind and called me back, and said she simply wants to scare him, but she wants to meet the guy she is paying. And she hated him, and I show her my folder of other employees and well…”

“Oh come on man, that’s on you, you shouldn’t have my picture there” Barry said now understanding what had happen.

“Yeah I get that, but the thing is I said to her you no longer work for me, and she offered the triple, and I told her that if she wanted you so badly then she would have to convince you by herself, and that’s why I’m here, I need you to go see her, say no and then she would pick one of my guys and I’ll be out of your life forever” He said like if he was offering the most interesting deal ever. “Take it as an acting job” He add when Barry didn’t respond “You get to meet a pretty and famous actress, and you can scream to her everything you just said to me, also I’ll pay you”

Barry remained silent for another moment thinking about the situation, it seemed like an easy deal, and some extra money wouldn’t be that bad, and if he played his cards well enough he could even make sure Fuches to stay away form him for good.

“Fine I’ll do it” he said after a while “But is just this and it’s over, no more phone calls, no more jobs no anything, I turn down this woman and that’s it.” He said seriously.

“Consider it done son, just one more deal and I’m out of your life” Fuches said happy, and then got up the chair and started leaving “You have to meet her tomorrow in a restaurant, I’ll send you the address” Barry nodded and watched him leave, then he went to his room to search something about the woman he was about to meet.

Y/N was a gorgeous woman and a talented actress, but apparently the media didn’t like her very much since she had a reckless life style, there were many pictures of her smoking and drinking, and she had a long list of ex lovers, and the most prominent of those was some guy called Richard Maverick, he recognized that name, it was the director and producer of Sally’s movie, more of a reason to not working for that woman, since the guy didn’t seem like a bad person, and she did.

***

Sparkling bubbles were moving in your glass of water, it have been sitting there since the waiter pour it, but you were to nervous to touch it, it was a nice table, out in the terrace of the restaurant and you were sure anyone walking by the street would be able to see you, so it worked perfectly for your plan, now everything else depended on the man you hear approaching behind you.

“Snow White?” He asked and sited in the spot in front of you, he was clean shaved and wearing a black blazer over a dark green tshirt, definitely not what you expected from someone of his profession.

“Is from Notting Hill, the movie with Julia Roberts, don’t you like it? God you really are tall, how much is it like 6'3”?“ You said unable to stop yourself, but concentrating on his face, there was something sad about his blue eyes, almost melancholic.

"6'2” and no I don’t think I saw it, the oscar winning one?“ He said a bit ashamed by his poor Hollywood trivia knowledge.

"Oh absolutely not, some old romantic comedy, you should see it some time.” You said, and the whole situation felt more and more surreal “Well I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you Mr. Berkman, or do you prefer Block?” You said please to se the surprise on his face.

“Berkman is fine, how do you know?” He said examining your face.

“Well is not every day that I have to hire a professional assassin, so I needed to get some references, and your employer was distracted enough so I could stole this from him, here you can have it back” You said sliding his picture across the table. “I saw a couple videos of your callbacks, you shouldn’t stoop that much when you read it would help in the auditions”

“So this is what you do?” He said and his tone was calm but there was fury in his eyes “You manipulate people into working with you, making then feel like you know everything about them and pretending to be nice and polite? Well I have news for you, first of all I don’t work for Fuches, and second, you can put out all of this glamorous crap that you have on me and the answer still be no, I don’t this anymore”

“Would you like to order?” The waiter said before any of you could keep speaking.

“Sure, shrimp risotto for me, and for my dear friend… what do you want honey?” You said smiling at him.

“The same sounds fine” he said and smile back at you changing his tone immediately. “And red wine?"He asked you with a checky wink and you nodded. "Red it is” The waiter nod and walked away.

“Not bad, you are a quick responder, I like that” you said looking as the man walked away. “But you don’t know shit about me” You spat at him once the waiter couldn’t hear “Glamorous crap? Oh let me guess you read one of the many articles about how much of a whore I am? I have a drinking and smoking problem is that it? That I have slept my way into every work I ever had, and how little I deserved my career, and how much good it was for Richard to walk away form me even when he still loves me? Well that’s all bullshit” There it was again, even when you were trying to escape he was still holding you in his hands. “Well the magazines that work for him doesn’t tell I went to drama school, they didn’t say I have a dying mother that gets every penny I make, they didn’t say that I could count the men I slept with the fingers on one hand I will be sparing 2, they don’t say he forced himself on me more times I can remember, or how he enjoys sleeping with every woman that works for him no matter the age just because he is The man”

“Go the police then, tell them that, why do you need me?” He said, but with less confidence than before and it was obvious his mental image of you was crumbling.

“The L.A. Police that gets donations from him every year? I’m a whore, to them, to Richard, to you and to everyone. I have no voice” Fortunately the waiter arrived with the food and you could stop to think, talking about this made you feel exposed, and you were questioning if it was worth the trouble at all.

“Why me? If you need him out of your life so bad I’m sure Fuches have someone right for the job” He said and started eating avoiding your gaze, you didn’t have an appetite anymore but force yourself to do the same.

“Have you seen the guys that work for Fuches? They look like hobos and meth heads, he is not some random dude, he is rich and powerful if he dies people would ask questions and eventually that would come back to me, also he would die loved and mourned, and he doesn’t deserve that.”

“And scared him off is better how? If someone goes to him and beat him it would come back at you faster and worse” He said taking a sip of his wine.

“Men always think physically right?” You said drinking as well and looking at him “I never said beat him, I told fuches I needed you specifically and he said he doesn’t work for me anymore, he is an actor now, and then I knew you were exactly what I needed. I don’t need some hitman to go beat the crap out of Richard even if he deserves it. I need someone to escort me from my apartment to work, and to public events and keep him away from me.”

“Those are called bodyguards and I’m pretty sure there are legal business that can provide their services to you” He said condescendingly.

“Like the one that is at my house right now and doesn’t even know I went out?” You said smiling “Or the one that give my alarm password to Richard so he could read his script? Legal people can be bought, and they have things to lose, that doesn’t work for me, he is a monster and a criminal, so I need someone outside the law to outsmart him” You said to him and the shadow of a smile formed in his lips before he spoke.

“So you think I’m a monster too? Look I’m sorry for you, your situation must be horrifying, but I leave that life behind, I’m no longer that guy and I don’t want to be, I’m sorry but I don’t want my past mistakes to keep haunting me, I’m tired of that. I’m sorry” He said, and you believed him but you couldn’t lost this chance.

“Mr Berkman, can I call you Barry?” You started and he nod affirmatively “Barry do you ever have nightmares about your mistakes?”

“Every night” He answered

“But when you wake up, when you go to work, when you talk to your significant other, when you are eating, those mistakes are dead, those people and those lifes you took they remained where you leave them. Your mistakes don’t call you at 3 am to remain you you are a slut, your mistakes don’t sell naked pictures of you to magazines to make you feel miserable because you are no longer sleeping with them. Your mistakes don’t force you to go down on them in order to don’t recast your part and then don’t threaten to ruin your career and leave your mother without her cancer treatment.” You said and a tear finally find it’s way down your cheek. “Fine I get it, you want to be a better person, well so am I, I need to run away from this and I’m so desperate that I called you, but it’s okay I have no way to force you into this, you don’t have to be sorry about me” you said hopeless, and he remained silent for a couple minutes looking at you occasionally and then his plate now almost empty.

“What exactly would I have to do?” He said finally “I’m not accepting, I just want to know” he add before you could react.

“Offering me your arm in social events, walked me to my apartment at nights, and take me to lovely lunches like this one every few days, basically being a human purse, just looking handsome and put together next to me, and let the magazines and the media make their assumptions”

“I’m not a prostitute” He said and you found the statement ridiculously funny.

“And I wouldn’t pay you to fuck me sunshine” you said with a grin “But I have learned that men respect other men’s "property” more than a women’s NO, and if I start seeing a handsome, blue eyed, literal war hero from the Midwest he would look like an asswhole if he keeps pushing how much he misses me in interviews"

“Fine” He said looking straight to your eyes “I’ll do it, when do you want to start?”

“Well if you consider the three girls with her phones out that just crossed behind you on the street, I would say I already owe you overtime, but tomorrow is fine, I would send you my address and other details with my publicist”

“Don’t you think is better if we have the least amount of people involved in this?” He said with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Adrian is like a sister to me, I trust her my life.” You said and he seemed conformed with that answer “And Barry, thank you”.

[fyeahwildfire]

Among the Dead

Chapter 1

After the Governor attacked the supposedly abandoned prison, he and his army reach the tombs. The smoke grenades go off and his army is chased away by gunfire.

You and Rick take Daryl and Michonne to hopefully put an end to the war with the Governor. The four of you end up finding a survivor named Karen, who explained the Governor shot everyone after they refused to go back.

The five of you head to Woodbury where they convince Tyreese to let them in. They find Milton dead and Andrea bitten. Andrea refuses to become a walker and tells Rick to let her kill herself. Rick agrees and Michonne stays with her to the end. You, Daryl, and Tyreese stay outside and hear the sound of a gunshot go off.

With the Governor gone, and the residents of Woodbury left defenseless. You and Rick help load them up in school buses. With you and Daryl on your bikes, you lead the group back to the prison.

Some time passes, Rick has stepped down from being the sole leader to do some farming. You became one of the members of the council, as well as Hershel, Glenn, Daryl, Carol, and Sasha.

If you’re not at the prison or hunting, you’re with Michonne in search of the Governor. You strongly believe that if the Governor isn’t dead, he’ll come back and harm everyone you love. You can’t have that, but you also can’t have people dying from hunger.

More and more people have joined the community, which resulted in you stay and Michonne going off on her own.

You were out hunting for food with Daryl, Rick, and Tyreese. You were going to meet up with them in the forest as you first had to scavenge for supplies from the gas station.

You use the reins to stop your horse, as you immediately heard voices. You climb down and stealthily walked closer to see who was at the gas station. You stayed low, hiding behind the bushes and see a group of bikers. You notice their cuts saying Sons of Anarchy California.

“Long way from home, boys.” You think to yourself. You quickly notice a group of walkers heading in their direction.

“Jackie! Jax! We got to move!” a man called, his voice had a thick Scottish accent.

Long ago, your father had introduced you to SAMCRO when he was selling weapons to them. This one was named Chibs.

Jax looks up and searches amongst the bikers. Not seeing who he was looking for he approached a sickly old man. You could see from the loss of his muscle definition and the way he was coughing, he was ill. Not in the I’m gonna take a bit out of you kind of way, but more like cancer or some other type of disease.

“Where are they, Wayne?” Jax asked, his voice filled with worry.

The old man looks around frantically, “Their inside…oh shit!”

You notice out of the group of walkers, two walkers stumbled closer towards them.

“Hap, hold them off!” Jax ordered as he moved to round everyone up so they could leave.

“Oh, yes I will.” The bald man grabbed a pipe from his saddlebag and rushed over to the nearest walkers. He then proceeded to crack their skulls and beat them until brain goo was covered all over the road.

One of the heavier looking bikers went inside to retrieve a women with two kids. While the other bikers made sure to keep the walkers at bay. They began to use their guns and drew more walkers.

“Come on. Let’s go!” Jax fired a shot at one of the walkers.

Seeing the old man helping the woman and the two boys in the van, Jax gave an order to get on their bikes so they could take off.

Happy finished off another walker and tossed the bloodied pipe over his shoulder. He quickly ran over to his bike and hopped on.

“Have fun?” Tig grinned.

“I am a very happy guy.” Happy kick-started his bike.

You see Jax and Chibs lead the way with the cargo van and school bus not far behind, another set of bikers following. You quickly run back to your horse and hop on as you noticed they were taking the road to the prison.

Your horse galloped through the trees, while you listened out for the sounds of motorcycles. You passed several walkers and decapitated their heads with your sword as your horse continued running towards Rick and the others.

With your enhanced hearing you heard voices up ahead. You recognize them to be the bikers, Rick, and Daryl. You urge your horse to run faster as you knew well they were aiming their weapons at each other.

“Put your weapons down, now!” Rick’s voice carried authority. From the corner of his eyes he saw you and your horse coming out from the woods.

Jax looked in the same direction, he was shocked and surprised to see you were still alive. He had met you long ago, you had accompanied your father and witnessed him selling weapons to them. He had tried flirting with you back then, but you had shut him down real quick and told him you had someone special in your life.

His eyes follow you as you climb down your horse and approach Rick, you whisper into his ear. “They have kids and civilians in the cargo van and school bus.”

Rick nods, but keeps his eyes on Jax and SAMCRO. He doesn’t like the way Jax is staring at you, he’s practically undressing you with his eyes.

You could feel Jax’s eyes on you, you whirl around and narrow your eyes. Making it clearly known you were not interested.

Though it never stopped Jax, he still found you intriguing, after all these years. His eyes roam down your dark outfit. You stood before him with a deadly confidence. A confidence that he faced once before.

“Alright, lower them.” Jax says, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Jax,” Tig was wary, he didn’t exactly trust you, Rick, Daryl and Tyreese. There was only four of them and a whole group of bikers. It made no sense to surrender.

“Just do it! It ain’t worth losing people on both sides.” Jax wasn’t willing to risk anymore lives, especially since he figured out who you were. Turns out even the Angel of Death was hard to kill.

“Better listen to your Prez, boys or scarface here will get an arrow in the eye.” Daryl continues to aim his crossbow at Chibs.

“Do that and you’ll be dead.” Chibs looked up from his kneeling position, right next to Daryl’s bike.

You took a step forward and dangle your kyoketsu-shoge beside you, warning them if they tried anything you would dispatch them. Jax’s eyes widen as you had confirmed you were the Angel of Death. He knew that weapon in particular and knew what you were capable.

“Put them down.” Jax said again.

They all lowered their guns except Happy who stares at Rick. Both he and Rick exchange deadly glares.

“Hap put your gun down. There is no need for any of this.” Jax holstered his gun and held his hands up in surrender. “Come on, they got the AOD on their side.”

Happy’s eyes widen, he looks amongst the four of you and his eyes land on you. He nods and tucks his gun back into his holster. Rick does the same and you put your kyoketsu-shoge away. Rick looks over to Daryl wonder if he knew what AOD meant. Daryl shrugged and shook his head as he did not knowing either. They would have to ask you when they get back to the prison.

“Now that that’s over…”

Gemma had stepped out of the cargo van, she stomped over and interrupted Rick. “Jax, who the hell are they?”

Jax sighs with irritation, “Damn it. Tig, get her back to the van, now.”

“You got it. Come on Gem.” Tig led Gemma back to the van and tried to explain who all of you were.

Jax observed the four of you and noticed you all looked relatively clean for people living in a dying world. He then glanced back at his fellow club members. All were covered in dirty, blood, and grease.

He looked back to you and Rick, “So Rick, you guys got a place around here?”

Rick grinded his teeth, while you remain calm and neutral. Daryl walked over to the both of you, shaking his head at the same time. “Uh uh no way.”

“What’s wrong? Don’t trust fellow bikers?” Jax grinned and looked over to you. “What about you darlin? Long time since we last met. Your dad with you? Maybe he can put in a good word for us.”

Again you narrowed your eyes at him as he attempt to flirt with you. You clenched your fists upon hearing about your father. Your heart breaks knowing you were never going to see him or your mother again.

“You can stop that.” Rick spoke to Jax, he knew about your parents being in Texas when the world turned to shit. It was not a topic you liked to discuss, seeing as he got the information from Lydia.

Jax looks into your eyes and notices pain behind them. He knows what it is like to lose loved ones. He holds his hands up, “Ain’t doing any harm. I’m sorry about your dad, darlin’. He was a good man.” He sighs and shakes his head, remembering all those he and his club had lost. Two in particular Opie and Tara, who had gone off to get supplies at the hospital and never returned. “Look, we’ve lost people too. It’s been a real long ride. We could use a day or two, to rest and tune up are rides.”

“Rick,” Daryl gained his attention and shook his head.

Rick sighs and walks a few steps away to speak with Daryl. He whispers, “They got kids. We can’t just send them away. We do that and we stop being who we are.”

Daryl sighs with defeat, he looks over to the cargo van and school bus. He noticed a few kids looking out from the school bus windows.

Jax overhears and looks over at the school bus, “We have something in common. We don’t hurt kids either.”

Rick and Daryl rejoin your side, seeing as you were closer than Tyreese, who was holding the reins of your horse.

Rick steps closer to Jax, “I used to be a cop. I still hold true to that.”

Jax nods and smiles, “Juice. Go and grab Unser.”

Juice smiles and runs to the back where the cargo van was.

You tilt your head to the side as you hear a herd of walkers closing in. Daryl and Rick notice you have overheard something coming. Jax notices, wondering what the silent communication between the three of you was.

Unser wobbles over with Juice following behind. All heads turn around the moment they heard the groans of three walkers coming out from the woods. You walk up to them and use your sword to decapitate them.

“Holy shit! That was awesome.” Juice smiled with approval.

“Y-you called?” Unser had seen you effortlessly take out three walkers on your own.

“Yeah, we want you to meet a fellow boy in blue.” Jax said, he saw you kill two more walkers. He looks back to Rick and Unser shaking hands.

“Wayne Unser, former Chief of Charming Police. Nice to meet ya.”

“Rick Grimes, former Deputy of King County Sheriffs department.” He looks over Unser shoulder, seeing Daryl join your side in killing more walkers.

You shake your head and wipe the blood of your sword. “A herd is on the way. I’m gonna lure them away.” You sheath your sword and climb your horse.

“A herd?” Juice looked around searching for cattle. He did not see any.

Rick approaches you and your horse, “How far out?”

“A mile away, but I don’t want to risk it. The sound of their bikes will give away your location.”

“Alright. Be careful.” Rick stepped away.

“Always.” You and your horse take off into the woods.

“Where is she going?” Unser asked.

“To lure the walkers away.” Tyreese replied.

“What? All by herself?” Unser looked to where you had disappeared.

“She can take care of herself.” Daryl replied, while noticing Jax was looking in the same direction you had just taken off to.

Jax turns to look at Rick. “So are you gonna show us some Southern hospitality or what?”

“First, you’re gonna answer three questions.” Rick said, looking him the eye. “How many walkers have you killed?”

Jax looked at him for a moment, “We’ve killed a bunch of those things. I imagine you all have as well.”

“Aye, onto the next question.” Chibs stood next to Jax, seeing as he was his VP.

“How many people have you killed?”

Jax and Chibs stood there for a moment before exchanging looks.

“This is bullshit man!” Tig leaned against his bike.

“It’s a simple question.” Tyreese countered.

“Next question.” Jax said.

Rick chuckled humorlessly, “Good luck out there, you’re gonna needed it.”

Jax and Chibs watch as Rick, Daryl, and Tyreese began to walk away.

“Jackie, we just goin’ to let them leave?” Chibs turned to look at Jax and then the rest of the club as well as the cargo van and school bus filled with kids and family.

“Shit. Hold on!” Jax called. “You said there were three questions. What is the third one?”

“You can’t answer it without answering the first two.” Rick shrugged.

Jax began walking towards Rick, who met him head on and simply placed his hand on his colt python.

“Jax!” his club members yelled.

“Easy!” Chibs moved forwards to protect Jax.

Jax held up his hand, “I got this.”

“Why don’t ya’ll just ride on out of here? Take your luck out on the road.” Daryl spoke.

“Look bro, without Y/N. You guys are terribly outnumbered…”

“That is not a way to win over our trust, man.” Tyreese interrupts Jax.

Jax sighs irritable, “What I’m trying to tell you, is that if we wanted either of you dead you would be.”

“Aye,” Chibs nods. “Jus ask us the las question.”

“Why?”

Jax sighs again, he doesn’t know how you have the patience to tolerate any of them. “Because, since this world turned to shit. We have been living….”

“No. Why? Why did you kill them?” Rick rephrased his question.

“For them. Every person we’ve killed was to protect the ones we love…our family. I’m sure you have done that same to protect your family.”

Rick nodded, “You two go back to your club. My family and I need to talk for a minute.”

“Appreciate it, brotha.” Jax says, as he walks back to the others with Chibs by his side.

“Jax, what the fuck is this shit, man? We got to pass a test…”

Jax interrupts Tig, “They taking precautions. I would too if I was bringing in someone new.”

“So what did he say?” Juice asked from beside Happy and Quinn.

Jax looks over to Rick, Daryl, and Tyreese. “We’ll see.”

He then looks over in the direction you had left.

Chibs notices, “You sure that lass, is the Angel of Death?”

“Oh yeah. Just don’t think they know about it?”

“Leverage.” Happy nods.

“What? No.” Jax shakes his head unhappily. “We ain’t gonna say nothing. It’s clear she’s doesn’t want them knowing about her past.”

“What do the two of you think?” Rick asked.

“I don’t trust em.” Daryl replied, while looking over his shoulder and seeing the MC behind, waiting for an answer.

“We’ve all had to do some things we aren’t proud of.” Tyreese replied.

Rick nodded, “I’ve killed for the same reasons. So has Y/N.”

“Nah, these guys are bad news. Ain’t ever heard of the Sons of Anarchy.” Daryl clutched the strap to his crossbow.

Rick nodded, almost everyone knew who they were. You clearly had some connection with them, but from the look of it, you didn’t exactly open up to them and welcome them with open arms.

“We can take them in and have them surrender their guns, we can put them in a different cell block.” Tyreese offered.

“You want these guys around Carl and Judith?” Daryl asked Rick.

“Of course not. But they got kids and people. Tyreese is right.”

“You think they’ll willingly hand over their guns?” Daryl continued asking questions.

“They’ll have to if they want to join us.” Rick places his hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “Even if they get the approval by us, they still need the council’s decision. You are a member, Daryl.”

“Which is why I am saying no.”

Rick sighs, “You know their code. I know you do. If we help them out, they’ll be indebted to us, right? We could use their help back at the prison.”

“And if they try anything?”

“Then we will deal with them.”

Daryl looked at Rick and Tyreese for a moment before finally nodding his head. Rick, Daryl, and Tyreese walked back to the MC.

“Have you come to a decision?” Jax asked, his voice filled with hope. He doesn’t think they can last another day without food, water, and proper rest.

“We have.”

“Does not look good Jackie.” Chibs says from beside Jax.

“Well…”

“We’ll take you in.” Rick said, looking among the happy faces of the MC bikers.

Jax sighs with relief and extends his hand, “Thank you, brotha.”

Rick shook his hand, “You’re going to have to surrender your weapons upon arrival.”

“We can make it work.” Jax smiled.

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Smol Snk Dialogue #2 .

Helloooooo! I am here to bring you the second chapter of this dialogue (Please read it first)! I have to thank the people who put their attention on this story💙. I hope this chapter meets you expectations! SOoOoOoOo enjoy!! :D

Warning?: This has no ship, but if you read too closely you’ll start to imagine things. *This chapter* also contains drama, failed experiments and discussions. The characters used here do not belong to me but to Hajime Isayama.

This chapter begins where the first one ended.

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Eren, softly: Squad Leader...

Hange: Yes, my sweet cutie pie?

Mikasa: *Looks questioningly at him*

Eren: *Sighs* Could you be nice and answer our question?

Hange: What question?

Eren: Since when have you been here?

Hange: Ooooh! *Places her finger on her chin, thinking* Lemme remember...

Everyone- including Levi- was looking expectantly at her.

Jean: Can you remember faster...?

Krista: *Gives him a one more word I’ll choke you with a tie look*

Jean: *Looks down like a sad puppy*

Sasha: ...So?

Hange: ...I’m not quite sure. I just remember a lot of yelling and someone saying that they were snatching wigs.

Mikasa: Oh.

Hange: I still have a question though. *crosses her arms on her chest* Do you fight like this everytime?

Cadets: *Completely silent*

Levi: Hange, who are you to judge?

Hange: Hey! I am not judging! I am genuinely curious! Because that was wild!

Levi: *Murmuring* This is why I hate my job.

Connie: Does that mean that the Squad Leader Hange likes to fight?

Eren: Oh no.

Levi: Oh no.

Hange: I am SO glad you asked! I always tell those stories to the newbies! Don’t you remember, Eren-shi?

Eren: Yes, I can remember. *Gives Connie a thank you so much Mr. Fuck Up look*

Armin: We don’t need to-

Hange:  We do! *Sits down on one chair, and places her hands on the table*

Ymir: *Opens her mouth to say something*

Krista: *Coughs loudly*

Ymir: *Pouts* Thanks. Squad. Leader.

Hange: You’re welcome!

Levi: Are you gonna start or what?

Hange: I’m choosing the story! Do I tell them about the one where Nanaba wore Mike’s jacket?

Levi: Boring.

Hange: About the time when Moblit almost got eaten?

Levi: Predictable.

Hange: OH I KNOW! The eyebrow one.

Levi: *Visibly terrified* NO NOT THAT ONE.

Hange: YESSSSSSS.

Bertholdt: The what?

Hange: This story takes place some time after Levi decided that Erwin wasn’t an asshole-

Levi: Which was mistake.

Hange: And decided we would all become friends forever!

Levi: Which was also a mistake.

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(Flashback)(Narrated by Hange)

[The Survey Corps were having breakfast. The tables were divided separately, each one with 6 members. In one of the tables, Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Gelgar, Levi and I were talking to each other. Gelgar had a brown bottle at the side of his plate, which called Erwin’s attention.)

Erwin: Gelgar.

Gelgar: *Looks at him* Yes, sir?

Erwin: What do you have in that bottle?

Gelgar: *Visibly tenses* I-It has water.

Levi, nonchalantly: Alcohol.

Gelgar: *Turns to look at him* Oi! It doesn’t! Don’t lie!

Levi: Probably beer.

Mike: *Takes Gelgar’s bottle, opens and smells it*

Gelgar: Sir! Don’t!

Mike: *Starts coughing uncontrollably*

Hange: Mike! Try to breathe *starts helping him*

Nanaba: Gelgar! What do you have in that bottle?

Gelgar: Water! I said water!

Mike: *Calms down* That is NOT water.

Erwin: What is it, Gelgar?

Levi: It’s alcohol.

Gelgar: No, it is not alcohol! It’s just water with some leaves that I like to drink before traning...

Hange: Leaves?

Gelgar: Some friends and I made it... It helps our muscles to be stronger...

Levi: You mean appear stronger.

Gelgar: *Opens his mouth to protest, but closes it* Yes.

Mike: It smells weird. Does it have anything weird?

Gelgar: Just some leaves, really.

Nanaba: Oh, then why do you hide it?

Erwin: *Smiles* It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Levi: Honestly I would feel ashamed.

Erwin: Levi!

Levi: I was being honest.

Gelgar: It’s ok...

Hange: Quick question, can those leaves do anything else?

Gelgar: Nothing that I know. But you can find out, Hange-san, I’ll give some of them to you!

Hange: That would be amazing! I will try to do some experiments!

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(Current time)

Hange: As I was experimenting with the leaves, I realised they could also alter your hair!

Armin: Alter your hair? How?

Hange: It would make your hair grow, for example.

Mikasa: *Murmuring* Connie would find it helpful.

Connie: I heard you.

Reiner: You mean hair of your head or hair in general?

Levi, grimacing: In general...

Hange: Told ya' you would feel interested!

Ymir, resting her face on her hands: How is that interesting?

Eren: Nothing is interesting to you if it ain’t Krista-

Krista: *Coughs louder*

Ymir: Just skip to the beef.

Sasha: BEEF? WHERE?

Levi: *Sighs*

Hange: I’ll continue.

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(Flasback)

[Since it was a common experiment, I needed to make some tests. In order to do so, I told Erwin and Levi that I would need their help with it. They were so eager.]

Levi: I’m not a lab rat.

Hange: But Levi! It’s innocuous!

Levi: That’s what you said last time.

Hange: But this time it’s different!

Levi: It’s still offensive.

Hange: How so?

Levi: Is it because of my height?

Hange: Levi-

Levi: Is it?

Hange: No! I admit you’re cute but that has nothing to do with this!

Levi: ...Did you just call me-

Erwin: Levi.

Levi: *Sighs* Erwin.

Erwin: Why don’t you give her another chance?

Levi: Another chance to ruin my life, you mean?

Hange: We’re already in the Survey Corps, Levi, what could possibly go wrong?

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(Current time)

Levi: And then everything went wrong.

Hange: Hey! That’s not exactly how it went!

Jean: Sounds legit.

Hange: It is not... *pouts*

Levi: But it is.

Hange: *Pouts harder*

Levi:

Levi: Why don’t you continue and see if I’m lying?

Hange: YAY!

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(Flashback)

Hange: *Holding a bottle* This bottle contains a liquid that will make your hair shorter. Not bald-like, but just shorter. Since this is just an experiment, I’m gonna try it on your body hair.

Levi and Erwin: *Nod* Alright.

Hange: So, I’m going to pour a little bit of this liquid on your right arm.

Erwin: *Not genuinely interested on his looks* Will it look ugly?

Hange: No, I don’t think it will... *Suddenly stops, staring at nothing*

Erwin and Levi: *Exchange looks*

Levi: Oi, shitty-glasses, is everything alright?

Hange: *Slowly showing a crazy smile*

Levi: *Takes 2 steps back*

Hange: I AM BRILLIANT!

Erwin: *Chuckles* We know.

Levi, to Erwin: Speak for yourself.

Hange: Erwin, please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please let me put this on your eyebrows!

Levi: What?

Erwin: What?

Hange: I just had a thought!!

Erwin: Erase that thought!!

Hange: It will make you look handsome!

Erwin: It will what?

Hange: It’s not that you’re ugly, you’re already handsome! It will just make you more handsome!

Erwin: I appreciate the compliment but, no, Hange, what if it goes wrong?

Hange: It will not go wrong!

Erwin: It is an experiment! How do you know?

Hange: I just know! Trust me, 1.88!

Erwin: Did you just call me-

Levi: Erwin.

Erwin: *Turns to see him* Levi.

Levi: *Unable to hold back a smirk* Why don’t you give her another chance?

Erwin: *Widens his eyes at betrayal*

Hange: We’re already in the Survey Corps, Erwin, what could possibly go wrong?

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(Current time)

Armin: Let me guess. Then everything went wrong?

Hange: No!

Levi: Yes!

Hange: Oh my, just let me finish!

Krista: Please don’t tell me you left Commander Erwin without eyebrows.

Ymir: *Snickers* Lol that’d be HILARIOUS.

Jean: Why did you say that? Now the image is in my head and I can’t stop it! *puts his hands on his head*

Connie: OH NO, it’s in my head too! *puts his hands on his head, too*

Reiner: It’s too weird, Berth, help me stop it!

Bertholdt: I can’t picture it. *shrugs*

Sasha: Why did you even mention it?????

Eren: *Covers his face with his hands* MAKE IT STOP.

Mikasa: *Closes her eyes for a bit, imagines it* Um... *Snickers* It’s quite the image.

Armin: *Sighs* At least it’s just our imagination.

Levi, grimacing: Yeah... just your imagination.

Hange: ...So...!

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(Flashback)

[Finally, I succeeded. Erwin let me put just a little on his eyebrows, while I put a drop on Levi’s right arm. We had to wait one day so that we could see the results, but they weren’t exactly what we expected]

Hange:

Levi:

Erwin:

Hange: *Bursts out laughing* OH MY... I CAN’T...! ERWIN, WHAT THE... AND LEVI WHY...

[It all looked like I had committed a mistake- which I had. I poured the wrong liquid into them and it had the opposite effect: Their hair had grown bigger. Larger and thicker. Way bigger. Levi’s right arm was all of it covered in hair. Almost like fur. And Erwin... Well....]

Erwin: HANGE, WHAT DID YOU DO? *As he says this, his eyebrow hair wiggle*

Hange: *Laughing harder* ERWIIIIIIN DON’T MOVE

Erwin: Don’t give me orders, Zoe! *Moves his head from side to side, which makes his eyebrow hair wiggle more*

Hange: *Unable to breathe*

Levi: Hange, this is not funny.

Hange: IT IS, MR. WEREWOLF

Levi: ...What did you just call me?

Hange: *Wheezing*

Erwin: *Turns around to see Levi, his eyebrows, again, moving awkwardly* Do I look ugly?

Levi: *Moves his hand to his mouth to hold back laughter* N-No, not at all... Do I?

Erwin: *Eyes him* Um, no, it could have been worse.

Hange: *Starting to calm down, raises her hand and places it on her forehead* I can’t believe what I have done!

Levi: Yeah, me neither.

Erwin: Can you fix it?

Hange: I don’t... I don’t know...

Levi: I will make this easier for you: If you don’t fix it, your face will be printed on Wall Sina for the next century.

Hange:

Hange: I CAN’T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, YOUR ARM IS FULL OF HAIR *Starts laughing again*

Levi: Yes and it’s YOUR FAULT.

Erwin: YES.

Hange: *Stops laughing* My fault?

Levi: Yes, your fault. You came here with your “Oh Levi, don’t worry, it’s innocuous” and I believed it! Until it wasn’t, it was fucking nocuous!

Hange: Do you even know the definition of nocuous? I MADE YOU NO HARM

Levi: I WILL MAKE YOU HARM

Hange: WHAT? You’re gonna hit me with your FUR ARM?

Erwin: *gasp*

Levi: *Frows and glares*

Hange: Are you turning into a wolf? I only see you half-turned!

Levi: I was pretty sure you were just a half-turned dumbass, but NOW I see you’re a WHOLE DUMBASS

Erwin: *Gasps again*

Hange: At least I am a WHOLE something, and not HALF the average human HEIGHT!

Erwin: *Terrified gasp*

Levi: *Growls* I AM on the average, you’re just a BIG ASS TREE!

Erwin: *Half gasps, stops abruptly* Wait, are you insulting tall people?!

Hange: *Looks at Erwin*

Levi: *Looks at him, too*

Both: *Burst out laughing*

Levi: I am so sorry... you’re just... incredibly amusing...

Hange: THEY’RE HUGE-

Levi: They have always been-

Hange: Yeah but like ten times bigger-

Erwin: *Leaves the place angry and pouting*

Hange: *Still laughing* Don’t forget to shave them off!

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(Current time)

Ymir: *On the floor, again* Y’ALL ARE HURTING MY LUNGS...

Krista: *Intense concern* Why did you do that?

Jean: *Genuinely crying* WHY

Connie and Sasha, on top of each other: *Laughing ’till crying*

Eren: *Still in shock, unable to react*

Mikasa: *Cackling on Armin’s shoulder, trying to hide herself*

Armin: Why. Just why.

Bertholdt, traumatized: That I can picture.

Reiner: *Laughing out loud on the floor, basically dead*

Levi: Congrats, Hange, you broke them.

Ymir: But like! Half-turned dumbass! I CAN’T!

Hange, giggling from the memory: Yes, I think I did.

Eren: Miss Hange, please tell me you fixed it.

Hange: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.... actually-

Levi: She made it worse.

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In case you were wondering, YES she made it worse. This chapter was supposed to be larger but I had some (a lot) problems with Tumblr. I hoped that it was enough, though. Remember; if you liked it, please consider reblogging, it really helps!😄. I promise it will get better within the next chapters, don’t give up on me💙! Hope you enjoyed it- Bye👀💙.

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Chapter 14.) What Happened and What Happens Next

I groggily wake up with my son at my side. I'm dead... shit, I can't believe It; I'm dead. Dammit.

Wait... Why does my shoulder hurt if I've died? "Please tell me I've not landed myself an eternity of shoulder pain just because I died with it?" My voice sounds hoarse even to my ears.

"Mom? Mom!" Mason throws himself over me and gives me a very painful hug.

"Ya awake," this voice is gruff and I can't quite see Daryl through my son's grown out hair, but I'd know his voice anywhere.

"I guess," I whisper, running my heavy left hand through Mason's hair.

"When they brought you in.." my son's voice cracks.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm fine, love. I'm just fine."

Mason is sitting at the edge of my bed, telling me what all happened on his end.

"I made it out with Carl and Rick, we saw Judith's car seat, and it was all bloody, Mom. So we'd thought the worst... We ended up hiding in some old house, and they fought a lot the first day, but then Rick wouldn't wake back up... Carl and I went looking for food, we had to kill some of the Walkers, but thanks to Carol, I knew how to shoot a gun at least..."

"Wait, Carol was there, too?"

"No, back at the prison... she taught all us kids how to use weapons if we'd ever found ourselves needing to. When Rick finally woke up, we thought he was dead, Carl told me to run, to meet him on the roof. When he came and got me, he was with Rick, and Rick wasn't dead. Then Michonne came, and we went looking for food again, but when we came back we had to run.

"We found a sign that gave us a destination to some so called safe place that wasn't safe at all, Ma. And while we went there; we ran into Daryl who was with some bad men who... Who tried doing some real bad stuff to Carl and me... But Rick and Daryl killed them all...

"Then we ran; went to the bad place, and I was real scared, Ma. But Sev was there with Glenn and Maggie and Sev's husband and some other people and we fought our way out 'cause Carol blew up parts of the place. Then we found Tyrese and Judith was alive and not dead. So then we ran again, finding the Priest who cries a lot and is useless-"

"Thats not very nice, Mase."

"Nah, yer boys right. Gabriel is pretty useless," Daryl mutters. He hasn't left my side either, since I woke up.

"See!"

"Okay, then what happened, Mason?"

"Well then Daryl and Carol disappeared and so did Bob, but when Bob came back it was all a trap! They went to go kill the bad people who ate Bob's leg-"

"They did what?!" I exclaim, looking at Daryl for clarification because I know I did not hear my son correctly.

"Cannibals." Daryl says, gruffly.

"I don't know what that means, but the bad people were eating other people, and they ate Bob's leg. And then they came to the church to eat us! But we didn't die, and then Daryl came back saying the people who took you had Carol and that we needed to save you guys, but they wouldn't let me come with. And then when the Walker's came I thought I'd never see you again! But then Sev and them came back in a fire engine and we got all the walkers dead; but then they left. And again, I had to just wait for Daryl to bring you back in his arms, and we all thought for sure you'd be dying... But you didn't die, and I don't ever want you leaving ever again."

My brain takes a while to process my son's story. So much has happened in such a short time... My baby...

We're all standing outside; waiting for Rick to tell us our next move, I'm using a white van to keep me up as Rick says, "It was secure," Rick is describing Noah's home. "It has a wall, homes, 20 people. It's a long trip, but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make."

"Anne can't make that trip," Daryl states, sounding irritated.

I stand up, "Doesn't matter. If you lot weren't willing to take Noah back to his mom and brothers, I'd have stepped up to do it." I look to where Mason and Carl are talking, "It's what I'd want someone to do for Mason."

"And what if it isn't around anymore?" Glenn asks.

"Then we keep going." Rick states.

"Then we find a new place," Michonne agrees.

"I don't want you traveling that far," Daryl argues, looking directly at me.

Rick speaks up, "We'll take two parties, half of us can go to scope out Virginia, the other half holds back until it's proven safe."

I nod, thinking that's fair.

It was fair until the majority of us were instructed to hang back, including myself. We got updates from Rick via a radio, but mostly we weren't aware of what was going on with our other group.

"Yer stubborn," Daryl tells me when he finds me sitting against a tree whilst everyone else is together at camp.

I look up at him, "It's the Irish in me."

"How's your shoulder?"

I gingerly move my shoulder in a circular motion to show that I can at least move it now as I say, "It's healing."

He nods, cocking his head to the side and observing me. There's something on his mind, but he doesn't seem to know how to talk about it.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head, mumbling something under his breath as he storms away.

I shake my head, and continue sitting in solitude. I can see Mason and Carl from where I'm sat.

Mason won't approach any of the men in our group, especially not Daryl. He's afraid of him, I can tell.

I look over to where Sev and her husband; a red haired military vet with a handlebar mustache, Abraham are sitting near a fire, cuddled up with one another. It makes me smile and also sad all at the same time.

I'm happy she found her husband, but at the same time I feel my heart yearning for my own husband. For my Tyler.

He'd know what to say to Mason for him to feel almost alright again. He'd know how to explain that no one would ever hurt Mason again.

Then I think back to before I was 'helped'. When I'd kissed Daryl. How natural it had felt to just lean over and bring our lips together.

I shake my head, just because we came from similar backgrounds didn't justify my kissing anyone that wasn't my husband. Dead or alive, I'm married. Widowed. Doesn't matter. I should never have let myself kiss another human. It was wrong of me, I look back to my son. I betrayed him, and his father, the memories of his brother and his sister. I will never do so again.

"Anne!" I hear Carol yell, so I get up from my place, she hurries to me, "Take Sasha, Carl and Mason, go do something, anything! It's Tyrese, we're going to have to cut off his arm. Rick doesn't want them here when they arrive."

I nod, rushing towards Carl and Mason, "C'mon kids, we gotta go find Sasha." Mason immediately starts asking question after question, but Carl starts following orders. He knows something serious has happened, knows it isn't the time for questions.

We find Sasha right as Carol comes back, tells us they were too late.

"We look not at what can be seen," the dark-skinned bald priest who's church I was put into is speaking on behalf of Tyrese as we hold a funeral for him. "but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal."

While he speaks, we take turns shoveling dirt into his grave.

"For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made from hands; eternal in the heavens. In the heavens."

It's the first death I don't feel myself crying for. The first time the pain feels numbed.

I both hate and welcome the feeling.

[dollsorwhatever]

Cloe+ Collection Overview

I decided to give Cloe’s hair a shot before completely writing her off for that ugly rooting, so I straightened and gave the hair some wave/body and then tucked the front of her parting back in an attempt to even out the thin-ness and give it some balance.

She’s definitely not terrible, but her facial flaws bother me too much to consider sending this one out for a reroot or keeping her in my permanent collection. This is the one that Amazon CS told me to keep (or dispose of...lol) and I returned the last replacement for yet another replacement Cloe (So....Cloe #4) and after I get a perfect one, this girl’s head will find herself in a gift package for someone that might be able to use her. (will keep her arms and clothes tho) Thoughts on the line below the cut.

My overall thoughts on this line are still forming, since I haven’t been able to enjoy them in their best state bc of the constant exchanging I’ve been going through, but my overarching thoughts so far are: -I hate the body, I’ve hated the 2001 torso since I was a teenager and it’s frankly the worst choice for this line or any line, period. Nothing looks good on it. I would have preferred the Pixiez torso hybrid with 2010 legs and Movie arms (which Hayden/MGA did know about during the conception of this line...so idk why they chose 2001) but since that torso has a smaller chest and would therefore limit compatibility with older dolls, I’d pick the Kiani body as THE choice to be the standard Bratz body going forward, since it has a nice shape and rotational hips rather than hinges, with Movie arms added on, while fitting 2001-body clothing perfectly (better than 2001 does even lol) and the legs are gorgeous. -They fucked up the skintones. The heads are all standard Bratz skintones, but the bodies are all wrong. Cloe and Jade’s torsos are like bright reddish pink and the hands match their heads, Yasmin’s entire body is bright fucking orange, Sasha’s body is slightly more olive-toned than her OG body so I won’t be able to use her arms (though I’m willing to accept this because she has the most subtle and pretty skintone of the line and she looks good as-is). Yasmin’s skintone is the most annoying because there is no subtlety to it, it’s just blatantly orange, and her shoes won’t match any other dolls.

-The shoe sculpts. Now I personally PREFER for them to utilize one sculpt more than once and I don’t want there to be a unique shoe sculpt for every doll in every line, I think that’s a waste of sculpts especially because so many Bratz shoes are pretty versatile and can be altered with pant and designs very easily, as well as the issue of skintone matching since the feet pop off.  I don’t think they utilized enough of the sculpts Bratz has done over the years and executed most of the shoes poorly. Yasmin’s ‘boots’, for example, could have easily been a pair of these boots or these boots in a dark magenta and flocked, with lace socks and it would have been a prettier/better translation of the sketch while also staying consistent with the collection. Yasmin’s second shoes should have been the Feelin Pretty heels (even matches the sketch closer than the Classic heel), Jade’s first boots should have been the PnP boots rather than the RA boots (which we’ve also seen, with that exact paint design, several times already), and switch out either Cloe or Sasha’s Classic heels for something else entirely, like more boots. Maybe those cute timberland fakes in a different color. Also they fucking destroyed the Feelin’ Pretty sculpt with Jade’s second shoes. The printed fishnet and the flame motif with the straps is just too much and really overpowers the sculpt (which btw was only used in ONE collection bitd so two pairs in this line would have been swell- especially if they used them for Cloe’s 2nd outfit instead of Jade and got rid of those fugly fishnets and flames) The fact that they used one shoe four times and remade an exact version of a pair of shoes we already have seen a billion times makes the entire shoe wardrobe of this collection feel very unfinished and poorly thought. I can only use, like, four pairs of shoes in this collection and the others are unoriginal or don’t match any dolls (Yasmin’s orange ass)

-The designs are (mostly) lame as fuck. I feel like, especially since Bratz haven’t been OG Bratz for a very long time, that they should have referenced the previous lines to make sure we were getting something new and consistent with the quality we’ve come to expect. We’ve seen several pleather bralettes already and there’s THREE in this line (we’ve seen a lot of pleather too, even), Jade’s first top is a bland PnP Meygan top and we definitely didn’t need TWO identical mesh bodysuits in this line. The clothes don’t seem to be well-rounded, just like the shoes. The quality is really lacking in some places too; Yasmin’s jacket has no inner lining (would have been a stunning piece otherwise), Sasha’s jacket is really weird and not at all what it should be (tho it is pretty well made), Cloe’s second outfit is poorly tailored especially the pants (tho her first outfit is incredibly well made, the best of the line actually), Sasha’s second dress is massive and those panels on the sides are ugly (shame bc it could have been a nice piece otherwise), Jade’s skirt doesn’t fit that well (mostly bc of the body they made it for), etc etc.  And let’s not forget the fact that every studded piece, has studs falling apart in seconds.  Jade’s pants and Sasha’s pants are sub par in comparison to the exquisite denim pieces we’ve gotten for Bratz in other eras, with realistic stitching and ‘thick’ denim with real belt loops and pockets and just going the extra mile to really push that ‘’Real clothing but mini’’ vibe.  The chokers are very nice, Cloe’s first outfit is INCREDIBLE, the hats are very nice, Yasmin’s second outfit is the second best outfit of the entire line, the bodysuits (while there should only be one) are well made, Yasmin’s 1st top (while a poor translation of the art) is cute and versatile and Jade’s white T-shirt will be a big staple piece for collectors and is very well made.  The Faces- I like all of the facial screenings on these dolls, not much to say there. I think Yasmin’s lip color should have been more subtle and Jade’s shine dots are wonky by default, Sasha’s lips are smaller than the rest but otherwise I like all of these screenings.  The Hair- The rooting patterns are bad. This isn’t a QC thing, this is a design flaw; all of the dolls have thin rooting patterns, Sasha and Jade’s partings are very short and none of the dolls have dense rows under the partings or dense rows in the back, Jade’s thatched bangs are terrible and her space buns look like antennae because they’re smushed underneath her hat. Will have to send all of my keepers for reroots and that pisses me off because MGA knows how to correctly root hair, and these 50$ dolls are basically bald.  -The Price. This price is really fucking high considering how little we got and how little they seem to have thought about this collection’s design and quality. If they fixed all of the things I mentioned above, this line would be worth 50$ to me. Higher quality denim, more diversity in clothing pieces and shoes, thicker hair and fixing the skintones would have made this a solid collection and I would have paid 35-50$ happily. But with the collection as it is, I feel like I’m not getting my money’s worth. Cloe and Sasha basically share two pieces (mesh bodysuits and pleather bralettes), Yasmin’s ‘boots’ are hideous and her second ones don’t match any other dolls (And she won’t match any other shoes), both pairs of Jade’s shoes are a travesty and Cloe’s heels are very been-there-have-70-of-that.  The QC- a joke, garbage, terrible. I shouldn’t have to return a doll four times to get a good one, and the studs on these pieces shouldn’t be falling off. MGA had over 2 years to get this collection going and they started production in August when they should have started in April, instead they rushed at the last minute and sacrificed the QC to get stock on time. 

[artificialqueens]

Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 12 - AbbiNeedless

Soooooo… Some trigger warnings? You may cry in this chapter, I cried a little bit while I was writing it so… Get tissues.

“My love, I don’t think I’ll be able to go with you to the airport.” “How are you feeling?” Bianca sat with her on the bed and took her temperature, it was normal. “It’s my back, it hurts a lot.” Adore leaned back on the headboard and looked at the ceiling. “I can stay home if you want.” “Oh no, no, no, Bea.” She took her face in her hands. “Listen to me, Bianca del Rio, you worked your ass off to get that spot in the fashion week, you’re not going to waste it because my back hurts, I’ll call my mom or Jinkx or whoever to come and take care of me but you are not staying home because of my back’s pain, you heard me?” “I did.” “Good.” She gave her a peck. “Now I want you to scare all those fashion whores with your designs, I’ll be watching from here.” “I’ll do it, hey, what about a good luck kiss?” Adore nodded and Bianca leaned forwards to kiss her wife, her lips met softly, Bianca bite softly her lip and Adore’s hands went under her blouse, playing with the line of her bra. “Tia, Marco called and said- Oh Jesus.” Valentina opened the door but closed it again at the sight of her aunts making out. “Sorry!” “You have to knock, remember?” Bianca gave Adore a last quick kiss. “I’ll see you next week.” “See you, babe.”

Bianca took her suitcase and walked out of the room.

—-

“Are we ready to board the plane?” Marco asked them. “Yeah.” “Don’t forget to put your phones in plane mode or turn them off, ladies.” “I know, Marc.” Bianca took out her phone, when she was going to turn it off an incoming call from Adore was popped on the screen, she pressed the green button. “Give a moment… Hello, my love.” “Bea…” “Baby, is something wrong?” “No, not at all, I know I last saw you like an hour ago but I wanted to hear your voice.” “Oh, Dorey…” “It’s just that after your dad leaving yesterday and you two leaving to New York today the house feels really lonely and I just wanted to hear your voice before you got on the plane.” “Well, you’re hearing me now, baby. Hey, why don’t you go to your mom’s or invite her to the house? So you can be with someone and don’t feel lonely.” “I think I’ll do it.” “Hey, queen B, we have to board the plane!” Marco yelled at her. “I’m coming! I gotta go, baby.” “Oh, right, I just… Call me when you get to New York, please.” “You know I will, I love you, my love.” “I love you too, baby, kick their asses.” “I will, for you babe, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up and turned off her phone, she joined her coworkers and boarded the plane.

—-

It was Tuesday’s night and Adore had finally followed Bianca’s advice, Bonnie was staying on her house while her family was away, today Ernie left his children with them to spend the day while he and his wife went on a date, Aria and Ray were sitting on the floor playing with the dogs and Jesse was on the dinner room with his headphones on. Bonnie sat with her daughter on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn, they were ready to watch the New York fashion show.

“When are your girls appearing?” “From what Bianca said on her text, now.” She pulled up the cover and laid her head on her mom’s lap, all day long she had been having cramps and until the afternoon they had gotten more bearable. “What did you say was the name of Bianca’s studio?” “Karma.” “It’s their turn.”

Adore turned on the volume. Raja, Tyra, Bianca and some other designers sat on the first row, the lights of the stage turned on and the first model walked out, it was Violet and she was wearing an outfit that she has never seen; it was a short and colorful skirt and a white blouse with a embroidery design on the neck and sleeves and a headpiece she remembered seeing on her last visit to the studio.

“That’s a really cute costume, who made it?” “I think Raja.” She started to feel a little pain on her back again, she paid no mind to it, she was sure it was because of the way she slept last night, she continued watching the show.

Tyra’s model was next, Naomi was wearing a Brazil Carnival costume, it was a rhinestone bra with a matching low part, a red collar and an enormous headpiece with rhinestones and feathers, the whole outfit that covered her thin body was in red and black.

“That looks gorgeous!” “She looks like a bird.” Ray said and hugged her grandma’s leg. “Yeah, like a pajarote!”

As the others models walked the runway Adore noticed all the costumes were from other countries, that entire runway was about international fashion.

“Tia, Tia, Vale is on TV.” Ray jumped to her side and talked to her belly. “Babies, your sister is on TV!”

Their sister? Adore was shocked after hearing her nephew calling Valentina her children’s sister, then she was shocked because she got shocked after hearing Ray considering her Ethan and Willow’s older sister, it made sense, since he was born he had seen her around, he must thought she was their daughter, Valentina had been living with them for five years and Adore loved her endlessly.

He was not wrong.

She was her daughter as well.

“Jesse, look at Vale!” Ray yelled at his older brother. “I’m coming.” Jesse joined them and sat in the smaller sofa, Aria crawled to where his older brother sat and he took her on his arms. “She looks like Linda Evangelista, though.”

Adore looked at the TV and saw her wearing her mariachi costume and also wearing the earrings her grandfather had given her.

“Well, she is a model.” “Did Bianca make that costume?” Her mom asked her. “She did.” “God, she is such a good seamstress!” “Valentina looks really good.” Jesse said. “I know!”

Valentina left the stage, the designers got up and walked to the setting joined by the presenter.

“That was a great collection, what were your inspirations?” He asked them with his high pitched voice. “We wanted to show a different side of the immigrants, oh yes, I said that.” Bianca said on the microphone. “Sadly the only thing that a lot of American people see on the immigrants is just that, that they’re immigrants and this ignorance is even bigger now with our actual president. They don’t see what’s behind them, they don’t see the beautiful cultures that are part of these amazing people. So we asked ourselves; how can we show these people that? And this was our answer.” “Yeah, we created this Worldwide Collection featuring typical clothing from a lot of countries.” Raja said and passed the microphone to Tyra. “India, China, Mexico, Brazil, Ecuador, South Korea , Guatemala, all of these countries have something in common, most of the immigrants in North America are from those specific places and we decided to do a tribute of their cultures by creating this collection.” “And what a better way of showing it!” The presenter said, the models walked the runway again making a line and joined them on top of the stage. “Thank you for this amazing collection, Karma Studios.”

They made a little bow and left the stage.

“That was such a good show!” Bonnie said, she noticed that Adore was holding something back, she had her eyes shut and her lips pressed on a line. Bonnie helped Ray to get down and looked at her daughter. “Adore, are you ok?” “My back and my stomach hurts.” “Did you eat something spicy or dairy?” “No, I haven’t eaten since… Mom.” “What?” “I think I just pissed myself.” Bonnie took the cover from her and saw all of her daughter’s clothes were sodden “Shit, Adore that’s not pee… Adore, the pain you’ve been feeling are contractions.” “What? It can’t be, I’m only seven months, they shouldn’t been- Holy shit!” She felt a hard pressure on her belly and her back. “Mom…” “Grandma?” Jesse looked terrified, it seemed that he was going to throw up. “Shit, shit, shit, I have to take you to the hospital.” She looked at her older grandson. “Jesse, call your dad and tell him to come back, we have to go and you’re in charge of your siblings while your dad arrives.” Bonnie rushed to the nursery. “What are you doing, mom?” “We have to take some things for the babies in case they’re born today! Jesse, help your aunt!”

Adore tried to get up from the sofa after her mom left but she couldn’t do it.

“Tia, are you ok?” Her nephew took her hand and rubbed circles on her back. “No, Jesse, I’m not.” She failed at holding her tears back. This was not supposed to happen now, she had done everything right, she had taken every vitamin, she had taken every special care that Sasha told her, she had gone to every appointment, she had done everything right and at the end she failed.

She failed again.

This was not fair.

—-

“You’re gonna be ok, Adore.” Her mom sat on the driver’s seat and started the car’s machine. “Breathe, baby, breathe.” “Mom, nothing is gonna be ok! My water was not supposed to break now, I’m not even eight months.” “Adore, being in this state is not gonna help you or the babies.” She tried to remain calm as she drove through Lincoln boulevard. “Mom, this is not supposed to happen now!” She felt an acute pain on her lower back. “Mom, this hurts!” She let out a tearing sob. “I know it does, we’ll be in the hospital soon.” “Not soon enough!” She took out her cellphone and passed it to her mom. “Call Bianca, tell-tell her that Ethan and Willow are coming.” “Baby, I’m driving.” “I know you are, I’m not stupid!” She saw her mom pressing her lips and focusing on the way. “I’m sorry, mom, I didn’t want to yell.” “Don’t be, I know what you’re going through.” Bonnie took Marina freeway and turned right to W Slauson avenue. “Where now?” “Just drive straight this street.” “There is the hospital.” Bonnie entered the parking lot and parked in front of the hospital’s door where a short guy and bald lady were waiting with a wheel chair. “Are they waiting for us?” “Yeah, she is our doctor, Sasha. I called her.” “Why is she bald, is she sick or something?” “No.” Bonnie got out of the car and opened the door for her. “Hi, Sasha.” “Hello, Adore.” The short guy took the wheelchair next to her car and helped her sit down. “Mrs. Delano.” “Noriega, please, I go my single name again.” “Mrs. Noriega.” Sasha nodded and a man joined her. “Jay can park your car so you can come with us.” “Yes, just let me take this shit with me.” Bonnie took two bags from the back of the car and gave Jay the keys. “Thank you, mijo.” “No problem.” He got into the car and drove away.

Bonnie walked with them and registered Adore, a nurse took them to a big room and helped Adore get into the bed and connected a sensor on her finger and another one on her belly so they could monitor the babies as well, a few minutes later Sasha appeared again.

“Sasha, what’s happening with my babies?” Adore asked her nervous. “A twins’ pregnancy tends to be over sooner than normal pregnancies, I told you that it was probably that they would be born around the eighth month.” “Yeah but you said that if they were premature babies they would born around October 15th not September 25th!” “I know I said that, but it seems it would be sooner than we thought. Adore, I’ll make sure your babies are born in the best conditions, trust me.” She checked the levels on the monitors. “I see… Adore, I have to check you down there.” “Oh, ok.”

While Sasha washed her hands Bonnie took her cellphone out and walked out of the room.

“Mom?” “I’m going to call Bianca, I’ll be back in a minute.”

—-

Marco passed a bottle of wine to Raja and closed the door, she looked back at her friends.

“Bea, that was such a good explanation of our project!” Raja said and poured her a glass of wine. “It was really good.” Tyra added. “Thank you, ladies, it was like a smack on the face of Donald Trump.” “I can bet he is gonna tweet about us in the next hours.” Courtney said and sat with Bianca. “Melania and Ivanka were in the audience, right?” “Yes, they were and they looked uncomfortable.” “Cheers for that!” Raja raised her glass and was joined by her coworkers, Bianca heard her cellphone ringing somewhere in the room. “Hey, Court, can you get that for me?” “Sure.” She got up and took her cellphone from her purse. “Hello?” “Ok, ladies.” Raja said. “What are we presenting tomorrow?” “I’m presenting my ‘Gone by the window’ dress.” “Work! What about you, Bea?” “I’m presenting the yellow dress with the removable tulle skirt, Val is gonna dance on it for the audience.” “Yas, Bea! That’s gonna make them gag.” “I’m counting on my niece to do that.” She took a sip of her wine and saw that Courtney was looking shocked as she heard someone speaking on Bianca’s phone. “Courtney, who’s that?” “Bianca, it’s your mother in law, something happened to Adore.”

Bianca put her glass on the table and ran to her, Courtney gave her the phone.

“Bonnie?” “Thank God you took the phone.” She sounded relieved. “Bonnie, did something bad happen to her? To the babies?” “Yes, something like that, her water broke.” “What?” She caught her friends’ attention. “What do you mean her water broke?” “Exactly that. The babies are going to be born tonight.”

Bianca felt how the air abandoned her lungs, she felt she was going to faint but Courtney caught her, her hands were shaking.

“Bon, are you sure of what you’re telling me?” “Yes, Bianca, I saw how her water broke and I took her to the hospital myself, I’m outside of her room and your doctor is checking on her.” “Fuck… I’m- I’m going to take the next flight to California, I can be there in a few hours.” “You have to hurry, Bea.” “I will, I’m leaving.”

She hung up and looked at her friends.

“What happened?” Raja took her hand. “My babies, they’re coming today.” “What? Today?” “Yes, Tyra, today.” She opened the door and went to her room with them by her back, she took her suitcase and packed everything that was out, she took her sketchbook and tablet and handed them to Courtney. “I need you to finish this week without me.” “What?” “You worked as hard as I did in these costumes, you can give my interviews and reviews.” “Bea…” “Please, Courtney, I need your help.” “I will.” “Thank you, thank you so much.” She hugged her friend with all of her strength, Raja joined the hug and wrapped her arms around them. “We… We’re going to look for Valentina and tell her you’re leaving.” Raja said. “Keep an eye on her, please.” “We will.”

Raja and Courtney left her with Tyra on the room, Bianca finished packing, she unlocked her cellphone and opened the Delta webpage to book her flight back home.

“Bianca.” “Yes?” “I know how you’re feeling.” “Yeah, sure.” She typed her credit card number on her phone. “Well, not really how you are feeling but how Adore must be feeling right now.” “What do you mean?”

Tyra sighed and removed the bracelet she had on her right wrist, Bianca saw there was a name tattooed on her skin, ‘Jeremiah’.

“I have a son, he is eight years old and he is the reason why I live.” She put the bracelet on the bed in front of her. “Nine years ago I was finishing college with the best grades, I had a nice boyfriend and a lot of friends, I was living in a dream but then I got pregnant. My boyfriend dumped me, he said my baby was not his and my friends stopped talking to me, I couldn’t go out to the clubs or bars with them anymore and my mom kicked me out of the house. My world fell apart in front of my eyes and the only thing I was sure of was my baby. I lived during my entire pregnancy with a friend and when I was around my sixth month I felt something was wrong with him, I had to be taken to urgencies, the doctor told me that my placenta was calcified and my baby was not growing correctly, I had to have a caesarean section.” “Oh Tyra…” “It was the worst time of my life, when I saw my baby I saw that he was so little and I thought I may break him if I touch him, the doctors were not sure if he was going to survive but I knew Jeremiah was strong, he conquered, he survived and now eight years later he is with me. He is fine and I know that if he could make it, your children will make it as well.” “Wow, that’s… I didn’t know you lived through that.” “It’s not a story that I tell a lot of people.” Tyra traced a finger over her tattoo. “Bianca, I’m sorry if you felt that my intentions were malicious, I swear I didn’t mean them to come up like that.” “Why did you give my address to my mom, Tyra?” “No mother should be excluded from her children’s lives.” “And when you told me I should stay with Adore instead of coming to New York?” “I had the feeling something could go wrong.” “And you were right…” Bianca received a notification, her flight was booked and it took off in an hour and a half. “I have to go the airport.” “Let me ask for an uber for you.” “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me, that’s what friends are for.”

—-

Sasha looked at her.

“Ok, Adore, you are two centimeters.” “That little?” “Yeah, you are a new mother so this process may take longer for you.” “Oh my God, why?” She covered her eyes with her arm, she felt how Sasha sat on the bed and took the arm from her face. “Adore, you are not in a lot of pain.” “I am in pain!” “But is it physical or emotional?” “I…” “This is harder without Bianca by your side, isn’t it?” “It is.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I thought that when Ethan and Willow arrived Bianca would be by my side taking my hand and telling me everything was gonna be fine.” “I lived the same experience.” “You did?” “Yes.” Sasha took off the gloves. “My husband was not here for our daughter’s arrival.” “What do you mean?” “My husband Jaren and I had a baby a few years ago.” “Jaren, have I met him?” “Maybe you’ve seen him around in one of your appointments.” She put the stethoscope on the bed. “When my baby was going to born Jaren had to leave to Canada for his work, when he came back a week later I already had Harriet with me, going through the delivery without him was hard and the first days after Harriet was born were hell without him but in the moment he came back all was better.” “…” “I know Bianca is going to be here soon enough.” She took the stethoscope and got up from the bed. “If you want to hurry the dilation you can try walking with your mom, I’ll be back in 30 minutes to check on you.”

—-

After six hours flying Bianca’s plane landed safely in California’s airport, while she waited for her suitcase she turned on her phone and started reading all of her messages.

Marco: Tyra already told me what happened, don’t worry, Courtney and Valentina are taking over, I’ll make sure everything goes right and I’ll keep an eye on your niece

Raja: I’m sending you all my love and good vibes, I hope everything is ok

Valentina: Tia, I’m so sorry, I should have left with you

She typed an answer.

Tia B: No, kiddo, you have to be there, show them what the del Rio can do! Valentina: but you’re always there for me when I need you! I wanted to be there for you Valentina: It’s not fair that this happened when we were in NY Tia B: Sadly life is not fair, baby Tia B: I’m heading to the hospital, I’ll call you later

She took her suitcase and called for a taxi, while the driver took her to the hospital she dialed Adore’s phone number.

Beep… beep… beep… “Come on, pick up…” “Hello?” “Bonnie? It’s Bianca.” “Bianca, where are you?” “A few minutes from the hospital, how’s Adore?” “She is here with me, she is tired.” “Can I speak with her?” “Sure… Dorey, it’s Bianca.” She heard how the phone was handed to her wife. “Bea?” “Adore, I’m so glad I can finally talk with you, are you ok?” “I don’t want to answer that question, Bea but I already had the epidural.” She sounded disappointed. “Oh, Dorey, you didn’t want it.” “I know I said I didn’t but this hurts a fucking lot, you don’t have an idea.” “I’m sorry I said that.” “It doesn’t matter.” “I’ll be there in a few minutes, I’ll be by your side, my love.”

Adore hung up.

—-

Bianca rushed to the reception desk and saw Cynthia sitting in her chair.

“Hi Cynthia, you know where is Adore?” “Hi corazón, I do just let me…” She typed something on her computer and wrote Bianca’s name on a sticker. “Paste this in your dress, Adore is in room 326 in the third floor.” “Thank you, Cynthia.” “You’re welcome, mi amor, and I’m praying everything goes well.”

Bianca thanked her again and entered the elevator and pressed the third floor button, she needed to see her wife now.

—-

Contractions had gotten worse in the last hours, she was having them every four minutes now and every contraction was worse than the last one.

“Ok, Adore, let’s see how you’re doing.” Sasha checked her again. “Hey, you’re gonna be ok, baby.” Her mom kissed her forehead. “You’re eight centimeters, we’re almost there.” “Can I push now?” “No, you have to wait until you are ten centimeters to push.” Sasha said with her calm voice. “This sucks!”

They heard a knock on the door, Bonnie went to attend it.

“You don’t have to wait a lot, Adore, you’re doing great and possibly in an hour you’ll be able to push.” “I wanted to push until Bianca was here and she hasn’t arrived.” “You are wrong, my love.” Bianca entered the room with Bonnie by her side, Adore noticed she still had the make-up from last night and was also wearing the same dress she wore to the show. “Bea…” She let out a sob, Bianca wrapped her arms around her and Adore hide her face on her neck, letting out all of the tears she had been holding since her talk with Sasha. “I’m here, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed her head, she heard the door closing on her back. “I’m sorry I fucked this up.” “You didn’t fuck up anything.” She pressed her lips on her forehead. “I did! Look at me, I’m full of wires and I’m dilating, Ethan and Willow are going to be here sooner than what they should be!” “Adore, listen to me.” She took her face on her hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong, babies come when they want to come.” “But they shouldn’t want to come now!” She felt another contraction. “Holy shit, this hurts.” “Hey, lay down.” Bianca guided her to the bed again. “They’re going to be fine, you’re going to be fine, we’ll make sure of that, do you trust me?” “I trust you my life, I always have.” “Then trust me when I say that our kids are going to be ok.” She guided her face to her belly. “Ethan, Willow, listen to mama; we are going to meet you today and even though we wanted to wait a little bit longer we will welcome you with the same excitement and love, aren’t we, Dorey?” “Yes, we are.” Bianca gave her belly a long kiss. “Bea, can you cuddle with me?” “Anything for you.”

She took off her heels and got into the bed behind her, Bianca sat against the headboard and Adore sat between her legs and leaned against her bosom, it was more comfortable than just being lie down on the plain hospital bed, she felt safe with her protective wife’s arms around her.

Contractions were not as bad now that Bianca was with her.

Bianca’s phone screen lit up with a notification, it was twitter.

@realdonaldtrump: Those were the words of a sad and uninformed woman. Ignorance is not bigger now that I am president… @realdonaldtrump: …you are the ignorant! We are never buying clothes from Karma Studios ever again!

She gave Adore her phone.

“It seems that the cheeto got mad at me.” “Can I type an answer?” “Sure.”

@thebiancadelrio: We’ve never sold you our designs, anyways.

“He may block you after this, you know?” She gave her the phone back. “I don’t give a fuck.”

After an hour and 20 minutes Sasha came back and checked her one last time, the whole night and morning had been full of pain, Adore was really tired and sore.

Sasha looked at them.

“Is everything ok?” Bonnie asked her, Sasha took a deep breath. “You are ten centimeters but the babies are not coming.” “What does that mean?” Adore asked her, she felt afraid of whatever Sasha was going to say. “Adore, we need to prepare you for a C-section.”

Bianca looked away and Bonnie covered her mouth, Adore couldn’t process what Sasha had said.

“No, no, that can’t be.” She looked at her wife. “Bianca, I want to push.” “I’m sorry, baby but-“ “Bea, I want to push, plea-“ “I’m going to be brutally honest with you.” Sasha said and pointed to the monitor that was connected to her belly. “The babies’ heart pulses are falling and if you don’t have C-section your babies could die, even you could die.”

Breathing was difficult after hearing Sasha say those words, she put her hands around her belly and looked at her doctor.

“This is the only way, right?” “I fear it is.” “I understand, am I having it now?” “You are, I’ll call the nurse to help you prepare.” “Can I enter to the operation room with her?” Bianca asked her. “Yeah, you can, I’ll tell Ivy to bring you the necessary clothes.” She looked at Bonnie. “Mrs. Noriega, I have to ask you to wait on the waiting room, you can call other family members if you need their support.” “Thank you, Sasha, I will.”

—-

-Courtney added Bianca to the conversation-

Will: Bitch, is Adore ok? Alaska: Courtney just told us what happened Jinkx: Do you need any help?

Bianca is typing…

Bianca: Adore is having a c-section Chris: holy shit… Katya: Wait, now? Bianca: yes, she was dilated and ready to push but the babies were not coming and their pulse started to fall Jinkx: my God… can we go to see her? Bianca: we’re about to enter the operations room Bianca: you can come but they’ll make you wait in the waiting room Chris: I’m heading to the hospital right now, I don’t give a fuck if I have to wait there for hours Bianca: thank you, Chris Bianca: Bonnie is in the waiting room and I think Ernie and Frankie are there as well Chris: Ok, I hope everything goes well

—-

Adore was wheeled to the operation room by Bianca, when they entered the room she was surprised to see the amount of doctors and nurses that were there, Adore recognize the chubby doctor that was talking with a dark skinned man.

“Doctor Minj?” “Adore?” She approached to them and kneeled in front of her. “After all these years the Idol is my patient again?” “Yes but I like to think these are better conditions.” “Are you sure of that?” “Well, it’s not as bad having you making sure I didn’t have a broken rib or checking if my throat was damaged and if my breathing was normal.” “Well, everyone one has a different point of view.” She patted her shoulder and nodded to the anesthesiologist. “Jaren here is going to put the intravenous with the anesthesia on your arm, you are still not afraid of needless, right?” “I’m not.” “Good.” Jaren took her arm and cleaned it with a cotton ball with alcohol on it, “You are Sasha’s husband, right?” “I am.” He looked for the vein and got the intravenous on it. “Look at that, Sasha, at the first try.” “What do you mean? You normally had to put the needle in a lot of times?” “He is just joking, Bianca, pay him no mind.” Sasha said and finished preparing her instruments.

Bianca and Ivy helped Adore to lay down on the operating table, Bianca sat by her side while the doctors waited until the anesthesia did effect and started the surgery, Adore felt the movements on her stomach.

“Hey, Bianca.” She whispered to her wife. “Yes, baby?” “Tell me something good.” She asked and started to felt high. “Something good, tell you something good… Do you remember our honeymoon?” “I do.” “We arrived to that big ass hotel in Puerto Rico and you told me you’ve never been in such a luxurious hotel before.” “I hadn’t, I was not lying.” “Our room had an incredible view to the ocean and you loved to sit there and watch the sunset. We also had a lot of fun with April in Guaynabo.” “We saw the turtles!” Adore felt the doctors’ hands moving inside of her. “And a fish that looked like Nemo.” “You wanted to take it here.” “He was cute!” She felt like someone was punching her on the stomach but she didn’t feel the pain. “Yeah, he was.” “Wow.” Adore looked at the ceiling’s lamp. “Bea, that looks really bright, it’s like a little sun inside of the hospital.” “That’s a lamp, Dorey.” “No, Bea, it’s a sun. They have a sun inside of this room.” Adore felt a pushing and tugging sensation on her stomach and next thing she saw was one of her kids being held up for her to see. “Here is your daughter, Adore.” Bianca nearly cried, their girl was really small and at the same time so beautiful, she looked like a small Adore. Ivy took the little girl to her and Adore kissed her little head. “My Willow…” Ivy took the little girl from her and left the room. “Where is she taking her? Where is she taking my daughter?” “She is taking her to the neonatal unit, she is going to be just fine.” Adore couldn’t tell whose was the voice she heard, she looked back at the doctors and after a minute her little boy was held up. “Here is your boy.” “Ethan.” Another nurse whose name Adore couldn’t remember took the boy to her, Adore saw him open her little eyes it was like he was looking something. “My little boy, he is looking for his sister…” The monitor started to beep very fast, the nurse took the baby and left the room as the doctors put an oxygen mask on Adore’s face. “What’s happening?” Bianca saw the doctors getting more instruments. “We need more suction here.” “She is bleeding too much.” “She is what?” Bianca was terrified, no one answered her questions. “Mrs. Del Rio, we need you to step out.” Another nurse guided her outside of the room. “We have everything under control.” “No, no, what’s going on? What happened to her?” “Everything is going to be ok.” “What happened to my wife? Answer to me!”

She got her out of the operations room and closed the door in front of her face.

[thebirdandhersong]

(waves arms) CHAPTER NINE!!!!

I loved learning about the Bigger Picture........ and the way you started it was so good. There were so many one-liners and descriptions that were simply *chef's kiss*!!!

"Jobs of this sort always start out very vague like that, which I believe is a professional courtesy, for these sorts of men need as much mystery as possible to keep them seeming interesting, since at heart they are a rather terrible lot of bores" SLDJF:KDJ MAGPIE

"So the Boss Man had got together with the balding heads of some other corporations with whom he was in agreement"

"Ruination sounded to them like a pretty pep deal"

"The hired men were a little doubtful of this plan (though they agreed it would show him.) They wanted to know what if they got caught? And the Boss Men said that was easy. They just had to not. Then they wanted to know what if they were traced, or there was an investigation, or they were exposed? And the Boss Men (who were getting a bit worried the men might back out) said to never mind about that, they had Friends and the police wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Then they raised their payment, just to be sure" Magpie this whole paragraph had me in stitches

"the one we called Slinky was living up to his name outside" I love you

"her mind and heart were having quite a raging argument about how she should feel about that" Sasha has been going through it (what does 'it' actually mean? I don't know, but she certainly has been going through it, whatever it is) for a very long time, hasn't she....

also random thought: does Sasha have a Taylor album that you consider Hers? (so far Fearless and Lover came to mind because both are so sparkling and bright)

"This resulted in something like a Tom and Jerry episode playing out inside her and one can only watch so much Tom and Jerry" another iconic line

Darling Sasha saying "They obviously weren’t taught to be polite" instead of just saying that they were rude

"Sasha suddenly went as limp as a four day old balloon" beautiful. Wodehouse would beam upon this whole chapter tbh

Lysander understands Sasha and that alone is Good!! He really IS an Observer, and I love seeing how quickly he picks up on little cues and clues

"Lysander, unable to look anyone in the eye and wishing he were somewhere else, like Antarctica" same Lysander

I love that Sasha breaks the tension by laughing (God bless her heart)--it's such a Sasha thing to do (it's very her, and it's very Sasha of her to be the first to break that tension, especially in the way that she does. In a way, she's a ray of sunlight in everyone's lives!!)

"the air of the room changed from that of a crowd all gathered at their own hanging to something more like the sun shining out through the glistening raindrops" and that's the Sasha effect!!

Poor Shiro :'(

"Lysander had never considered just how stubborn and brave a thing it was—to be alive"

Oh This Line: "Knowledge of one’s own heart can be a burden; but knowing someone else’s was, in a way, a burden and a responsibility"!!!!!! :0

"“That’s right you stupid rats! ‘Coons! Possums! No those are all too good for you! You’d better run! Grandpa didn’t leave me this shotgun cause I didn’t know how to use it!” I'm LOSIN it again (who needs pest control when one has a Richter??)

Between the two of them, Richter and Jarvis would be able to subdue all the ornery members of Howard Stark's menagerie (including that irrepressible pink flamingo)

Oh!!! Are they going to bake a pie together? :0

A punny title, a theme I didn’t know was going to develop, and some plot points that I did

[andymull]

WWE Battleground 2017 - Preview & Predictions

Jinder Mahal (c) vs Randy Orton: WWE Championship Match : Punjabi Prison Match

The most errr daunting match returns in the WWE the Punjabi Prison!! A bamboo cage inside a bamboo cage with bamboo spikes featuring four doors that open for 60 seconds then close forever, the winner must escape both cages and touch the floor first.

Just to explain that more if you have never seen a Punjabi Prison match before, the two wrestlers begin the match inside the ring inside the first cage of bamboo. There are 4 bamboo doors where the ropes are (see the picture below) with referees outside the cage ready to open a door when asked, but, they only stay open for 60 seconds then close forever, if all doors close and the wrestlers arent out they have to climb to escape the first cage taking longer.

Once they escape that section they face the outer bamboo cage which has a number of bamboo spikes at the top making it difficult to climb over at certain parts, the objective with this cage is simply to scale it and touch the outer floor first with both feet to win the title.

It was interesting that they decided to bring back this match stipulation as the first two times they used it one of the big complaints was that it was so difficult for fans to see the action, both at home and in the arena itself, so I imagine we have more cameramen in the cage and probably a camera above the ring as well to cover it better. In reality it was brought back as there’s an Indian tone to it (their viewpoint not mine) and more importantly because it will allow them to use and rely on the structure instead of being found out again in a main event match (you all know which guy im talking about).

The prison should limit the involvement of the Singh Brothers but once it comes to the outer cage it will probably be fair game in stopping or slowing down Orton, expect them to be feeding Jinder weapons through the cage to cost Orton the win ultimately. Jinder’s title reign shows no sign of stopping just yet and I doubt Orton is their guy to do so, the rumours of his reign lasting a long while yet are out there but at the same time I imagine Vince’s opinion to be altered with the lowering of ticket prices for this event as people arent interested in going with Mahal as champion - MAHAL

John Cena vs Rusev: Flag match

They had to have a flag match didnt they just to justify the flags in the actual shows poster lol

Im so glad that Rusev has returned to tv I just didnt really want him to return and be fed to Cena, hopefully that doesn't occur here and Rusev wins for the start of a solid push back up the card. 

Flag matches suck, alot, a match where two nations might be interested in the result whilst the rest of the world watching doesn't give a damn.

Im not sure what Cena winning really produces as none of us know how long he’s around for this time, and if that means Rusev gets a feud out of it or if its one match and done. A solid feud between the two with Rusev finally going over strong at the end would do wonders for him in the long term, not sure he’s the main focus at all sadly - CENA

The Uso’s (c) vs The New Day

This feud really doesn't feel to have kicked off at all does it? The rap battle was strong, the Uso’s winning the first match by count out was weak even though the match was awesome, but it doesn't feel special to me at all yet.

And following on from that I dont see it getting greatly better after this, mainly because I see The Uso’s winning by DQ to escape with their titles again, building to a big final match with no rules.

Not sure what can be done to make the tag scene on SD Live come across as more important, maybe having them headline the weekly show more or include them in the WWE Championship feud - having 6 man tags with Mahal and Orton maybe to give them the rub? - THE NEW DAY (DQ)

Shinsuke Nakamura vs Baron Corbin

A match that will have to be handled well by the bookers/agents involved seeing as The Baron is holding the MITB briefcase and Nakamura is undefeated in singles match thus far since debuting. 

When looking at both factors the important part for me is that Jinder’s reign is likely to go longer than tonight and they wont want The Baron cashing his MITB case in against another heel, there’s more chance in Nakamura getting a title shot first actually I think. So I see them going with a win for Shinsuke but done in a way that The Baron still looks strong and leaves the match having learnt alot to improve his chances of winning the title when he cashes in.

Im not a fan of The Baron but him and Nakamura should be a fun brawl with some hard hitting action as I see Shin asking for it to be that way, giving The Baron some great experience, plus he WILL be holding the world title before the end of the year so a lose here isnt the worst thing to happen for him - NAKAMURA

AJ Styles (c) vs Kevin Owens: US Title Match

This bout should really have been the place that Styles won the title infront of a big worldwide audience to kick off his reign, but instead they had him win the belt at a house show in MSG because its a big deal for the company to be there these days since the costs went up. That potentially should mean this is a banker for Styles to retain and move on, unless Vince decides he really wants a title change on the show and this could be the one - STYLES

Tamina vs Natalya vs Charlotte vs Lana vs Becky Lynch: 5 Way Elimination Match For Number 1 Contendership

Another multi woman match, Raw are having another soon as well, hate it when the writers/Vince have one idea and it has to be used everywhere due to them not having a solid storyline for the women in place yet - “Lets throw them all in a match together, EASY!”

Charlotte was the favourite here but Natalya has rushed in to overtake her this weekend, it does make more sense building to a heel/face match at SummerSlam with Naomi. The Lana/Tamina team is one that’s developing and shouldn't be near a title feud yet, Lana needs to be having consistently good matches to prove herself whilst Tamina needs to be a bodyguard and not a wrestler. 

Becky Lynch just seems lost lately with zero direction and is being left on the outskirts but can be called in with zero problems in no time, and Charlotte bores me, great athlete decent wrestler but massively over-pushed since her main card debut and always plays a heel even when shes not like Sasha Banks.

The elimination aspect to the match means we may see some very quick decisions depending on the time the women get. The final I think will be between Natalya and Charlotte with Nattie going over, whilst earlier eliminations will setup a feud between Lana and Becky to give them all paths to follow after this for the next month or so - NATALYA

Sami Zayn vs Mike Kanellis 

Sorry for the non HD image but the WWE website didnt even have a picture up for this match so had to go elsewhere.

I haven't been the biggest fan of Mike for awhile but think that the WWE style will suit him down to the ground, he will still be in Maria’s shadow but at the same time will be looked at as a decent hand when needed.

Sami will give him a good match here to get over his moveset and look a threat but will end when Maria and her tush get involved, no diggity no doubt - KANELLIS

Tye Dillinger vs Aiden English: Kickoff Match

Sadly Tye has fallen into the spot that many feared he would, that of being forgotten by those in charge until they need depth on the pre show, he really should be doing more each week especially as he isnt the youngest guy on the roster.

English on the other hand should be very worried about his spot, no not his liver spot or his bald spot! He isnt someone I see them being interested in pushing as a singles guy at all, and he really is just surviving by not being noticed much, not that I think he is terrible in the ring just someone that isnt near the level of the top guys in NXT.

Should be a fun 5 minute match with the crowd involvement high with TYE being involved - DILLINGER

In terms of extra matches we will also be seeing the end of the Fashion Police angle and find out who has been trashing the Fashion Files set, the popular culprits seem to be Luke Harper and Erick Rowan. If so that is an awful choice as Harper was doing really well in getting crowd support without any real push, and this is a big back-step for him and his development. Obviously Harper wins if he’s involved.

Missing from the card (or from sight altogether) are Dolph Ziggler, Chad Gable and the Hype Bros when looking at guys that kind of matter. Ziggler has suddenly gone invisible but if he’s around him vs Gable would be really fun and a great way to put Chad over if there’s space for another match.

Overall this show will most likely be looked at as a bad show with the main event being the main culprit, the tag title match and the US title match potentially will be the show stealers with the others being a step or two behind. I doubt they can alter that opinion much but fingers crossed they end the show with some good questions being asked to encourage people to tune in every week for answers.

Hope you all enjoy your favourites in action anyway

Bye for now

Andy