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trying to get myself to do non-urgent work and then if i'm not going to do work then to write but my brain instead keeps conjuring images like what if you built the twin spires in minecraft. as a treat

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The Last Wrapper

(Leah Williamson x Reader)

Chapter 1: Absence & Anticipation

Cold air filled your lungs as you slowly took in your surroundings: a four-tiered bowl with about sixty thousand red chairs, a glass and steel construction establishing a roof over them, white chairs forming a trademark cannon in the lower level stands opposite the entrance tunnel you were standing in. For many, including yourself once upon a time, the Emirates had the welcoming feeling of home. However, to the opposing team in an upcoming London derby, it radiated immensity and intimidation. As you stepped onto the pristine pitch of North London, memories flooded your mind, reminding you of the first and last time your feet had graced this grass.

You were eleven years old, standing alongside your then friend and teammate Leah Williamson, as your Arsenal Academy coach gathered the team of potential future stars together on the center of the field amid the mesmerising arena. Audible gasps were heard as everyone took in the stadium of their dreams. 

“Take it all in. If you work hard enough, this right here could be your future. The fact that you are here now means you have talent and potential, or at least someone saw something in you. You’re all part of an elite selection, and while that’s already an accomplishment of sorts, it’s not enough to get you to the top. You’ll need to work harder than you have ever worked, and that hard work begins now. You’ll also need support, from family, friends, and everyone around you. Look around, some of you may be inclined to see each other as competition, but these people are your friends, and you’ll find that you need to have each others backs in order to survive. And lastly, unfortunately, you’ll need lots and lots of luck to actually make it to the top, which you have absolutely no control over.”

Hard work, support, and luck: a triad of elements determining whether a talented individual made it to the top. You’d never forgotten the speech your coach gave that day, as the following years taught you just how right she was. 

Over the years you and Leah became close friends; you even developed a pre-match ritual: you always got each other small sweets with some words of encouragement written on the wrapper before every match and you secretly ate them when the staff wasn’t watching. 

You worked together well, pushing each other to work the hardest you could, making tough sacrifices together and eventually, lifting up trophies together in several youth tournaments. You were adamant on making it to the top, together.

But fate had other plans.

Just when everything seemed to be falling into place, an injury during a critical match sent you crashing down. You had been taken to the hospital, and when you woke up after your emergency surgery, Leah was nowhere to be seen. Your dream was shattered, the future uncertain. And where was Leah, your supposed friend? Nowhere to be found. You were furious. You had expected her to be there for you, but instead, she had abandoned you when you needed her most. The injury was serious, and it took over a year of painful rehabilitation before you could even think about playing football again.

After months of gruelling physical therapy, you slowly began to climb back up. You trained harder than ever, pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion day in and day out. The road to recovery was long and arduous, but you were determined to come back stronger than ever before.

Eventually you got back on the field, but by then, everything had changed. Leah had made it big, joining the senior team, and you were still struggling to get back into the game, having missed a crucial period in your development as a young athlete. You resented her success, and the fact that she had left you behind. 

One day, after hearing yet another story about Leah’s latest achievement, you snapped. You called her up and unleashed all of the anger and frustration you had been building up. The conversation ended in a bitter argument, with both of you hurling insults and accusations at each other. After that, you both avoided each other like the plague, refusing to be in the same room or even speak each other’s names. Your once close friendship had turned into bitter rivalry and you both hated each other with a passion.

Even though it had been mostly out of your control, it felt like she was winning, at football and at life, playing for Arsenal, making new friends and even dating one of their star players, but you refused to give up. You poured everything you had into your training, working tirelessly to improve your skills and perfect your game. Slowly but surely, your hard work began to pay off. Years after Leah had joined Arsenal’s first team, you also found your way into the WSL, by joining Brighton, hoping to move up from there. You worked hard and proved your worth at Brighton, eventually catching the eye of Chelsea scouts. 

The offer to join Chelsea was a dream come true, but it also meant crossing a line you never thought you would. The rivalry between Arsenal and Chelsea was well-known, and as a lifelong Gooner, it was a difficult pill to swallow. But in the end, you knew that this was the chance of a lifetime, playing alongside some of the best and brightest, and you couldn’t let it slip away.

So here you were, about to face your new team’s greatest rival, with your nemesis serving as their captain. You had crossed paths with her on the field before during your time at Brighton, and the encounter had been far from pleasant, but now, about to participate in a highly anticipated London derby, you didn’t know what to expect. 

As you stood on the field, thoughts flooding your mind, Millie approached you, her hand on your shoulder as she asked, “Are you ready?” You turned to face her, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so.” you replied, your thoughts already consumed by the upcoming game. Before you could say anything more, Millie added, “I mean, are you ready to face Leah?” The mention of her name made you flinch. “So you’ve heard, huh?” you asked, a hint of bitterness creeping into your voice. Millie nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, she’s mentioned your history a few times at England camp.”

“What did she say?” you asked after a moment of silence. “I don’t think you want to know that.” Millie answered carefully. You sighed as you pushed the tip of your shoe into the grass and you thought about how everyone must view you, only having heard Leah’s side of the story. “Hey, we’re a team now you know. Whatever happens today, I’ll be on your side.” Millie said as she noticed your frustrated expression. “Thanks.” you said as you nodded slightly.

Two hours went by slowly as you got ready for the match. You walked towards the tunnel, heart racing as you saw Leah already waiting there. As you approached her, she refused to meet your gaze, her jaw clenched tightly. You both knew what was at stake in this match. 

You forced a smile and extended your hand for the customary pre-match handshake, which she reluctantly reciprocated. You could feel the tension between you and you felt a knot form in your stomach as you made your way to your position on the field.

The match started and it was clear from the first whistle that this was going to be a tough one. Dirty tackles and near misses flew from both sides, with tempers flaring and players arguing with the ref. You and Leah ended up coming head to head multiple times, both of you determined not to give an inch.

As you walked into the changing room at half-time, Emma looked stern and unimpressed as she began to lecture the team about their performance in the first half. You listened carefully, taking in every word. As Emma finished speaking, you could feel the determination welling up inside you. You knew that this was your chance to prove yourself and to show Leah and everyone else what you were made of.

Only, once again, faith had different plans, as about ten minutes into the second half, you felt a boot collide with your left knee, causing a sharp pain and sending you tumbling to the ground. You held onto your knee as you hid your face in the grass. It didn’t take long for the medics to arrive, and you immediately told them it was your bad knee that had just taken a hit. As they started their check up routine, you looked up to find Leah getting booked by the referee: a yellow, which somehow was only her first card of the match. Of course it had been her, hitting you right at your weakest spot, where the rivalry had once started.

To your surprise, she started to approach you, but she never got her chance to say anything, as Millie jumped in to stop her, staying true to her word. 

“I’m fine, I can continue.” you said after being forced to the sidelines. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” one of the medics spoke, signalling Emma you had to be subbed out. “No, please, I have to finish this.” But your plea remained unanswered, and much to your dismay, you were ordered to spend the remainder of the game on the bench.

As gruelling of a match this was, watching it from the sidelines was far more excruciating than playing in it. Your team became increasingly frustrated, resulting in foolish mistakes and unnecessary fouls. Defensively, they stood their ground though, until in the fourth of seven added minutes, the ball hit the back of the net, your net. And of course, it had been sent there by none other than Leah Williamson, with a glorious header. As the stadium erupted, you could feel the anger boiling inside of you like a volcano ready to erupt.

The final whistle blew a few minutes later, and you quickly shook hands with the opposing team, trying your best to be polite. You avoided Leah at all costs, not trusting yourself around her with your anger boiling just beneath the surface. She seemed to want to at least shake hands with you, but you had no interest in hearing what she had to say. You made a beeline for the changing room, feeling the urge to get away from the stadium and the memories it held. You quickly changed out of your kit, barely speaking a word to anyone, before making your way out of the stadium as fast as you could.

As soon as you got home, you slammed the front door shut and turned straight to the wall, punching it with all your might. The pain shot up your arm, and you winced as you looked down to see your knuckles bruising and swelling. Feeling defeated, you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water hit your body, and you closed your eyes as you tried to calm down. After a few minutes, you got out and dried yourself off, then went to the kitchen to make some food.

Despite your body’s need for food after the match, you didn’t feel like eating anything, and you found yourself staring at the food without any appetite. Frustrated, you pushed the plate aside and slumped onto the couch, trying to find something to watch on TV. However, your mind couldn’t focus on anything, and you felt restless and uneasy. You knew you needed to do something to distract yourself, so you got up and grabbed your coat, deciding to go to a bar and drink away your misery.

You walked into the bar and made your way to the counter, taking a seat on one of the stools. You ordered a beer and watched as the bartender poured it for you. You took a sip and closed your eyes, feeling the cold liquid go down your throat.

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, a stranger came up to you. “Hey there, you look like you could use some company. Is everything okay?” she asked. You looked up, surprised by her sudden appearance. A woman in her mid-twenties, with curly brown hair and a warm smile looked back at you questioningly. “Oh, uh, yeah, just had a bad day.” you replied. 

“Ah, I see,” she said, nodding sympathetically. “Anything you want to talk about?” You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to open up a little. “Well, I lost an important football match today.” you said. “You’re a footballer?” she asked, smiling. “I love football. Which club do you play for?”

“Chelsea, we played Arsenal today.” you answered, making her jaw drop to the floor. “Wait so you like, play professionally?” she asked, eyes widening. “Yeah, I just signed with them actually.” you said, a small smile finally appearing on your face. “Wow, that’s amazing, congratulations!” she exclaimed, “And hey, I’m sorry you lost a derby, but you’ll get ‘em next time, I’m sure.” She smiled. “Thanks.”

“So hey, sorry to be blunt, but could I maybe get your number?” she asked out of the blue, almost making you spit out your drink. “Erm, I’m sorry,” you started, “I don’t really date right now, too busy.” “Who said anything about dating?” she quipped, sending you a quick wink. 

“I’m sorry,” you said again, “but you should go find someone who’s more fun tonight. I’ll keep my sorrow company with a solitary drink or two.” “Okay suit yourself, Emily Dickinson, but if you ever decide to get out of that cloud of misery you’re sitting in, you can find me on the dance floor. I can be a great distraction you know.” she said as she sent you one last wink before she left you sitting alone once again.

You sat at the bar, quietly nursing your beer and trying to forget about the day’s events. Just as you were about to order another, the same stranger from before approached you again. You were a bit annoyed at first, wondering why she wouldn’t leave you alone, but she looked serious this time. “Hey,” she said, “I’m sorry to bother you again, but I saw someone in the bathroom who you probably know. She’s really drunk and crying her eyes out.”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering who she could be talking about. “Why would I know her?” you asked her. “Just go to the bathroom, you’ll see.” she said, sounding serious. You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Fine, I’ll go check on her,” you said, reluctantly getting up from your stool and making your way to the bathroom.

You rounded the corner and saw a blond girl hanging over a toilet, sobbing. You immediately recognised her, even from behind: Leah Williamson. “Of course.” you mumbled to yourself, very annoyed at the situation you had just found yourself in. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should just leave her there. But something in you wouldn’t let you. You took a deep breath and approached her. “Leah,” you said softly, “are you okay?”

Chapter 2

[nerdyjournals]

When you have a dangerous hobby/job

ship: bf!skz x reader

Notes: talks of sharp objects and dangerous scenarios, mentions of injuries and bruises

skz masterlist

Bang Chan

found out you had been axe throwing since age 15, was a little worried when he realized how easily they can bounce back

tagged along to one of your sessions, super impressed by every bullseye you hit

thought he saw it all until you pulled out the knives. you are far more accurate with those than the axes

the kids joke that he started dating a carnie and he squared up at the playful insult much to your own amusement

felt proud when stay found out bc they said that you'd be his personal bodyguard from now on, made both of you laugh

though he's supportive, he does get a little worried when he sees you with the large knife in the kitchen

Lee Know

accidentally found out that you moonlight as the top driver at a demolition derby after he tagged along with his friend

after what he's been through, it was a major worry that one hit would be too damaging

upon confronting you, you admitted that you had been doing this long before you started dating

you love the rush and the sound of the cheers when your car gets the final blow

seeing the worry, you invite him to one of the practices so he can see all of the safety measures the arena has in place, talking to every on staff medic and stunt coordinator

you find it sweet that he worries so much, but also that he doesn't really try to stop you as he sees the light shine when you're behind the wheel

Changbin

was a little confused when someone at the gym started talking to you about a new course, but felt his heart panic when you said you do high-risk parkour

rather than do it on lower courses, you and your other friends scaled parking garages, apartment complexes, and even main street buildings at night

he knows that you're quick and agile, but you're also a bit clumsy. he's seen you trip over air before

honestly, he tries to talk you out of it but knows that it won't do anything. the least you could do was put him down as an emergency contact alongside your parents as long as you two were dating

when he does finally see you in action, he's blown away. it's like there was a whole new person just waiting to be introduced to him

he calls you his little superhero after all of this

Hyunjin

the man may be an artist himself but when he walks into your studio for the first time to find you wielding a chainsaw, he's admittedly a little scared

you took up chainsaw carving as a hobby after seeing some at festivals, finding the act soothing and stress relieving

the amount of horror stories you have about chains snapping and hospital visits have him going green in the face, but you assure him that you do safety checks before and after each session as well as every thirty minutes

it isn't until your first exhibit that he realizes how much the medium means to you

he asks if you two can collaborate on a piece, one where you carve and he paints it. it becomes one of his favorite pieces

he eventually gets to see you in true form when you wield a chain-less chainsaw to scare people in a haunted house. let's just say, he knows not to make you mad anymore

Han

when you told him that you raced on a bike, he thought you meant a bicycle not a motorcycle

though street racing is frowned upon when not for a certain event, you found the thrill in racing through empty streets, parking garages, warehouses, and farmlands

he wanted to support you, but with you going out with nothing but a helmet, his anxiety went through the roof

to this day, he's still not happy about it but won't stop you because he loves you. he worries even more when you come back with bumps and bruises but no trophy

sooner or later, the others found out and the company hired you to film stunts for content and b-rolls for their groups. the pride that filled him when you went from illegal racer to professional stunt driver was warranted, but still wanted you certified

Felix

he's taken an aerial yoga class for a skz code, but that's nothing compared to what you do

the way your dance performance incorporates the dance form almost scares him as you fall at great speeds, unraveling or spinning with no spotter

he knows that he should trust in your abilities, but worry sinks into him at every drop and sign of a malfunction. it takes a lot in him to keep from running out on to stage to save you

you had been doing this long before you met, having taken dance lessons next to the aerial studio. you specialize in the silks but enjoy the lyra ring and the rope as well

your upper body's strength became super impressive, jokingly picking up your partner whenever you wanted

Seungmin

you never really talked about your job when around him, but he found out eventually when you showed up on the same interview program with him

contortion wasn't really seen as a job, but you felt pride in your abilities when you were cast for horror movies and traveling shows

he was super worried about the long term effects the talent could have on your body, especially your spine as you had always complained about pain there before

you try to assure him that you've been trained to do this from a young age, knowing the safety measures and when to pull out of a trick

you two always joke with the guys when you visit him on tour, making it seem like he packed you in a suitcase from the last location

I.N

it all started when he saw little dots of purple on your legs and arms. they weren't anywhere else, but eventually he asked you about them as he had feared the worst about your family

you assured him that was from your bi-weekly paintball battles that you and your friends do as a form of bonding. it gets out the aggression from the week as week as gives some relief to any sibling drama

he finds it interesting, having wanted to go but his job won't really let him due to the risk of injury

you end up sneaking him into your next session, showing him the ropes and keeping him safe from your sibling's wrath

he sees you in a whole different light, joking that you should go to the military instead of him

[taradactyls]

Progress Update for Trying to Tread Water

Welp, we all got better, and then sick again within a week. So I didn't write enough to feel ready to post the chapter before illness got me. Pretty mildly, but fatigue is a big factor and when you combine that with caring for two toddlers... yeah.

So, below is a (largely unedited) sneak peak for you, of the chapter which has unintentionally turned into a little bit of a tour guide of the route from London to Derby.

I thought I would do a paragraph or two of the journey, but then I wanted to know a few villages I could name drop (the same way Jane Austen does with Oxford, Warwick, Kenilworth, etc in Pride and Prejudice) but that required research. Which led me into the research black hole. I ended up stitching together my own maps, comparing that to two or three other antique maps which focused on different information, plotting alternate routes, excessive use of the measuring tool in google maps, google street view, Wikipedia searches (why do so many villages list the amount of Indian restaurants they have??), and finally a four page document I made of each village they would pass through, with their distance, special features, etc. Most of it isn't relevant, but I needed to know it to feel that my writing had a solid foundation, and there was too much good stuff and potential scenes for me to be able to resist including some.

Here's the first glimpse of one of those locations I 'found' as I was doing this research. Dunstable Priory (with an image of it at the bottom).

They passed two more villages before the Dunstable Downs came into view, somewhat low as the road was, but Elizabeth did indeed reckon the walk to the top would be worth it. They resolved to undertake the climb, and explore Dunstable, the adjacent market town, for a considerable time. There was unlikely to be anything more enticing awaiting them in their final two stops for the day, so they had plenty of hours to spare.

At the inn where they were changing the horses, Elizabeth asked a maid within what might be seen around the village, and whether the downs were worth the exertion.

“There is the priory, if it please you ma’am. And the view from the hills is very fine. I have heard tell it is the highest point in this part of England, and indeed you can see farther in fine weather than I have ever travelled.”

Elizabeth settled it with Mr Darcy to climb the escarpment after their meal. While that was being prepared, they walked over to explore the church, which was considerably closer by and could be managed in a short time. It was far statelier than Elizabeth expected, with a very ancient façade which only grew more imposing the closer they got. Until, standing on the path sloping down from the doors and feeling entirely dwarfed by the ornate columns and pillars stretching many stories up to crenelations and yet a higher tower, she had to laugh. “I was expecting a country church,” said she. “I feel this place once might once have been of considerable importance.”

His brow furrowed slightly in thought, Mr Darcy mused “Yet there are many grand remnants of abbeys and priories about, after falling into ruin following the dissolution of the monasteries. Perhaps it was common for places of worship to be so impressive, and the only uncommon aspect is that it survived.”

“I will concede perhaps it once had more peers, and many larger, before so many other grand religious houses were lost. But I think it must have always been uncommon in its size and ornamentation. The sheer number of tiny country churches whose simple Norman bell towers cannot rival this surely show that.”

“They show this may never been considered modest, that is true,” Mr Darcy conceded. “But it does not necessarily follow that this particular priory had any great significance. It might have been rather average, or slightly above, for most of its life, until its fellows lost their roofs in the looting following Henry VIII’s decrees and his appropriation of the income which funded such splendour.”

Elizabeth turned to him with a smile. “I suppose I have not the knowledge to counter that fully” said she, “as we would need to compare it to a comprehensive list of everything that existed alongside it. But I cannot imagine something so impressive in appearance and preservation is irrelevant.”

“Luck, and relevance to the local people might be all that was needed to preserve it. Plenty of places of undisputed national importance have been lost,” countered Mr Darcy. “If there is anything significant about this particular priory, we might expect it to be an abbey, or have heard more about it.”

“If whole palaces and abbeys have been lost to ruin, I think it not unusual if we also lost the history of a place. It might still be important despite us knowing very little of it,” said Elizabeth empathically.

“One could claim the same of almost any hill in England – there have been ancient kingdoms and barrows enough to justify it.”

“Perhaps one would be right to do so! Maybe every mundane piece of earth we tread was once unfathomably important in a time immemorable.”

A faint smile came to the gentleman’s face. “You have a romantic’s heart, Mrs Darcy.”

“And just enough a mind for history to feel I can credibly support my claim,” rejoined Elizabeth.

“Not without leaning heavily on presumptions.”

“Do not forget, Mr Darcy,” she replied archly, “I have the liberty of being able to assert that a lack of evidence does not disprove my claim, since it hinges on such knowledge being lost. All the while being safe in the awareness that it is impossible to disapprove that a place has never been sacred in all the long years of the world.”

His smile seemed fonder, as he said “Ah, you are taking an unassailable and yet unprovable position.”

“Which is the cleverest stance to take” said Elizabeth, with sparkling eyes belying her serious tone, “if one never wishes to listen to anyone who disagrees with them.”

“And if they do not particularly care about being academic.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I cannot say being academic does matter to me; but listening to differing opinions and being open to changing my mind does. I should not seriously want to adopt such stances regularly.” Without her earlier jesting, she added “Truly though, there must be many locations forgotten. Between the Normans and the Saxons and Danes and Romans and all the Picts and the like who came before, if we overlaid all of their most important places atop one another I feel the isle would be fairly fully coloured.”

“Perhaps. But I think many of the sites would overlap,” said Mr Darcy thoughtfully. “Certain rivers and hills have attracted people for as long as people have existed to observe them. We cannot say the same for any random patch of dirt.”

“No, there may not be anything special about the dirt which draws people. But it only needs once to have been a hall, or a grave, or have been the location of a sacred tree, and then it has been important. Farmers in unremarkable fields are always finding old coins and shards of mosaic. Who is to say great things did not once happen on any random bit of soil?”

“No one living,” confirmed Mr Darcy. “But we have strayed far from the original premise of our conversation – and regardless of whether the soil its foundations descend into was once significant in ages past, that not does dictate whether this priory itself was ever particularly important beyond the local populace.”

“But we have established that it might have been, even though we have heard nothing of this priory before now,” replied she.

“Yes, which is to say that we established only that we know nothing at all and have no metrics by which to make fair assumptions.”

Apparently quite delighted by this ignorance, Elizabeth smiled, and leant against Mr Darcy. The familiar ground of their back-and-forth had done much for her in dispelling the anxiety treading the unfamiliar grounds a partiality for her husband had created. But before they could settle into their ignorance, one came along with the power to dispel it. The residing clergyman had perceived them from within, and, easily deducing them to be people of some importance on their way through, was eager to make their acquaintance and offer them a view of the interior.

They gratefully accepted, and as they were walking in Elizabeth said “Our first tour of a local church – we are proper travellers now, Mr Darcy.”

The gentleman made a slight noise of agreement. “In a place I have passed through dozens of times yet never truly explored. I have climbed the downs, but never investigated this priory.”

“Well, there you have it – something new for both of us on this journey.”

(To Be Continued in Chapter Forty)

The view Elizabeth and Darcy had of the priory:

A Wikipedia page for it here

[wolfxplush]

draw jimmy hopkins beating max up

I wrote a Max boss fight scene you did this. /j one shot and art under cut!!

The sky was a dark, brooding gray, with a storm looming on the horizon, but Jimmy barely noticed. His breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted up the final flight of stairs, the sound of rain beginning to pelt the rooftop growing louder in his ears. The air was thick with the scent of smoke as gasoline. His fists were clenched tight, knuckles white from fury. This had gone too far.

Max was up there.

As Jimmy burst through the rooftop door, the first thing he saw was the wild blaze Max had already started—flames licking at the school’s edge, growing dangerously large in the gusting wind. Max stood at the rooftop's far edge, his back turned, a crazed grin on his face as he waved a torch high over his head.

"MAX!" Jimmy roared, his voice breaking through the cacophony of the oncoming storm.

Max turned, slowly, as though savoring the moment. His eyes glinted with malice, reflecting the flames. "Jimmy," he sneered, "you’re too late. The fire’s already started. This place is going down, and no one’s gonna stop me! Gary is going to be so proud!” A manic laugh escaped his slurred lips.

"You’re out of your mind!" Jimmy shouted, already barreling forward, fists raised. His feet pounded against the wet surface, slipping slightly with every step, but he never lost focus. He might have hated bullsworth but he’ll even HE wouldn’t take it this far. That rat Gary smith dug into the weirdo preps head.

Max laughed—a cold, biting sound. "It’s what they deserve, Jimmy! What we all deserve. This place... ruined us!" He flicked the torch, letting the flames dance dangerously close to a new corner of the roof. “Gary has the right idea! If he can’t run the school then no one can!” Spit flew out his mouth as he spoke, mixing in with the incoming raindrops that began to sprinkle down. He clicked the lighter on, watching it lick the air it’s been exposed to.

Jimmy was on him in an instant, slamming into Max’s side with the force of a battering ram. The torch clattered to the ground as Max was sent sprawling, sliding across the rain-slicked surface.

But Max was quick, too quick. He rolled to his feet, fists raised, wild eyes locked on Jimmy. "You think you can stop me, huh? You think you can play hero?! You, Hopkins have been nothing but trouble since you have got here! You have ruined everything!”

Jimmy didn’t answer—he simply charged again. This time, Max met him head-on. Their fists collided in a brutal flurry, each hit sending shockwaves through their bodies. Max's punches were wild, erratic, driven by madness. No wonder derby prevented from boxing again. Jimmy’s were sharp, precise, driven by raw fury.

For every punch Jimmy landed, Max retaliated with a vicious blow of his own. It was like fighting a wild animal. Max’s eyes were bloodshot, his breath ragged, and his grin never left his face. A sick expression of joy in his features.

Jimmy ducked a swing and drove his fist into Max's gut. Max doubled over, gasping, but he swung out blindly, catching Jimmy across the face. Jimmy stumbled back, tasting blood, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

Max, coughing, staggered toward the edge of the roof again. "You can’t stop it, Jimmy!" he wheezed, reaching for another torch. "I’ll burn it all!"

"Like hell!" Jimmy growled, wiping blood from his mouth. He rushed Max once more, tackling him to the ground. They rolled, fists flying, until they reached the edge, the flames inches away from swallowing them both.

Jimmy twisted Max’s arm, forcing him to drop the lighter again, but Max was relentless. He kicked Jimmy off him, scrambling to his feet and diving for another canister of fuel. Just as Max was about to hurl the contents onto the fire, Jimmy tackled him from behind, slamming him hard into the ground. The canister went skittering across the roof, spilling harmlessly away from the flames.

Max screamed in rage, thrashing wildly, but Jimmy had him this time. He wrenched Max's arm behind his back, pinning him down as the rain poured harder, slowly drowning out the fires Max had started.

"Stop it, Max! It’s over!" Jimmy shouted, his voice barely audible over the storm. The rain was coming down in torrents now, drenching them both, steam rising from the dying flames.

Max groaned, his breath ragged, his face a mask of blood and bruises. "No..no..I failed I failed him..” panic shook in his tone. His pupils vibrating as his teeth clattered.

Jimmy tightened his grip, keeping Max’s arm twisted behind his back. "This isn’t the way. You don’t get to decide who pays! That freak Gary has gotten in your head. It’s over. “ Jimmy managed out through heavy breaths.

The fight drained out of Max. His body went limp under Jimmy’s weight. Blood pooling out his nose mixing into the puddle of saliva drooling out of him. “I’m…sorry…Gary…”

Max has passed out!

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SCRUTINIZED DETAILS — LUNA’S GUEST ROOM / OFFICE

Whoops! I forgot I still had things to post for this ^^;

Anyway, this room is interesting because it's not really clear what it is. As far as I know, it was likely the old location of her desk/workspace, but after Sarah's death and the beginning investigation into the Blueblood Killer, Luna chose to utilize the wall space in the living room.

Still, there's some interesting finds in here! Transcriptions for any relevant material (e.g., awards and the small bulletin board) below the cut!

-> IMAGE 4: CERTIFICATE / AWARD

Certificate of Achievement

In recognition of brave and dedicated service and commitment to our community n the occasion of your being presented with the Police Officer of the Year Award by the Exchange Club of Yonkers.

-> IMAGE 6: BULLETIN BOARD

FBI WANTED POSTER

WANTED BY THE FBI

SERIAL MURDER - DOMESTIC TERRORISM

[Sketch]

BLUEBLOOD KILLER

DESCRIPTION

Age is guesstimated at mid-thirties. Sex is male. Height between 5'11" to 6'. Weight between 150 to 180 pounds. Build is athletic and compact. Hair color is unknown (length and color covered by a dark-colored beanie hat). Eye color is unknown. Complexion is light but could be darker. Race described as white. Nationality is unknown. Occupation is unknown (could be unemployed or ex-law enforcement). Scar and marks were not noted. Remarks from witnesses describe an odd gait, wide shoulders, possibly left-handed, large eyes, and above-average ability to [???] urban enivornments. Last seen wearing a black beanie hat, dark lower face mask, black hooded sweatshirts, and black slacks.

CRIMINAL RECORD

Unknown. Wanted for the murder or 12 police officers, 2 criminal prosecutors, and 1 criminal analyst.

HIDDEN ARTICLE (BENEATH WANTED POSTER)

Steetly chapel is 850 years old

The ancient Chapel of Steetly All Saints is 850 years old this year — and to mark the occasion there will be an open air service in the Chapel garden a week on Sunday at 3:15.

The singing will be led by Whitwell Colliery Welfare Prize Band and the preacher will be the Right Rev. T. R. Parfitt. Assistant Bishop of Derby.

The [???] [???] shows that Steetly was held shortly after the [???] Survey [???] by Gley de Briton, by whom it was probably built. It is one of the most complete and beautiful specimens of [???] work on a small scale that can be [???] with anywhere, though there is a similar chapel at [???] Quevilly, near [???], France. The south doorway has three receding semi-circular arches and shafts richly ornamented.

The exterior of the [???] east end is also [???]. The [???] is supported by five round-edged plaster buttresses connected by a broad [???] [???] {???], delicately carved with interlacing foliage and above this unique [???] are three small round-beaded windows.

The Chancel arch is one of particular beauty. It is ornamented with triple [???] of mouldings. The [???] on the north side are carved with a representation of St. George and the Dragon.

The arch into the [???] is surrounded by the [???] moulding and the [???] are carved with foliage.

Four well-moulded ribs, or [???], with the [???] design, support the vaulted roof and at their junction [???] [???] oval medallion carved with the Agnus Dei (Lamb of God).

The capitals of the shafts from which the ribs spacing are also carved, one representing the temptation of Adam and Eve.

Behind the altar is a stone which formerly lay outside the south door and is believed to have marked the grave of Lawrence de [???], a clergy-man who was inducted to Steetly a year before the Black Death in [???]. Its rich carving includes a [???], a chalice and a hand stretched out as if giving a benediction.

The Chapel fell into ruins at the [???] during the reign of Henry VIII.

A visitor to Steetly in 1698 wrote: "In a green meadow [???] a [???] well-built [???] all arch-roofed [???] and [???]. The [???] that covered the same is all [???] away so that the weather begins to pierce through [???] [???] to [???] [???] decaying."

When [???] George Edward Mason became a [???] of Whitwell in 1874, Steetly Chapel was in a sorry state.

The roofless, doorless ruin had an interior overgrown with [???] and [???] and was a shelter for sheep and cattle and, it is said, was used as a cockpit in the days when cock-fighting was the sport of residents in the surrounding villages of Whitwell, [???], [???], and Steetley.

He could mourn its former beauty, and felt that it could be restored.

A year prior to his coming to Whitwell, the Chapel had been visited by members of the British Archeological Society, who also could see what a masterpiece it had been.

One deeply interested was the Victorian Prime Minister, William Gladstone.

[???] Mason secured the services of Mr. J. L. Pearson, one of England's most famous [???] architects. It was he who restored the ruin to its present beauty.

The diminutive Chapel is 58 feet in length and is divided into three parts — a [???], a [???], and an [???]. The [???] is 16 feet wide and the [???] 14 feet. Under the eaves outside are hideous gargoyles.

The restored Chapel was [???] on 2nd November [???] by the Bishop of [???]. As it was the day after All Saints' Day, it was named Steeley All Saints. The original Chapel was dedicated to Our Lady and St. [???]

— [???] P. Gallagher.

POLICE APPEAL FOR CLUES IN 1985 MURDER

By Thom Gross

Of the Post-Dispatch Staff

Vinita Park police are appealing to the public for clues in the unsolved murder of Linda Sue Sherman in 1985.

All leads have been exhausted, Lt. Michael Webb said, "But we have reason to believe that there are members of the public who may know something about it."

Sherman was reported missing April 24, 1985, by her husband, Donald Sherman, of the 8300 block of Monroe Avenue. She was 27 and the mother of a 9-year-old daughter. Two days later, her yellow '71 Volkswagen was found in a short-term parking lot at Lambert Field, absent any sign of struggle.

Further investigation led police to suspect that she was the victim of foul play, Webb said.

In 1990, a skull was found in Bridgeton, and it was turned over to the St. Louis County medical examiner's office. Vinita Park police learned of the skull in September 1991 and matched it with Sherman's dental records.

No other remains were recovered.

People with any clues about the case are asked to call Webb or Vinita Park Police Chief Robert J. Hartz at 428-7373. Webb said any information would be kept in strict confidence.

THE LAST LETTERS OF A KILLER

[This article is impossible to read, with some supplemental material only just legible. As such, transcription was not an option.]

SUICIDE OF M62 KILLER

[This article is impossible to read, with some supplemental material only just legible. As such, transcription was not an option.]

-> BOOKS IN THE ROOM

There are numerous books in the room, and are as follows.

On the chair — Tactical Crime Analysis: Research and Investigation (First Edition) by Derek J. Paulsen, Sean Bair, & Dan Helms. Official description is as follows:

Research has shown that the majority of crimes are committed by persistent or serial offenders, with as little as seven percent of offenders accounting for approximately 60 percent of all crimes. By focusing police efforts on these prolific offenders and learning to identify, analyze, and resolve the crimes they commit, the law enforcement community can protect and defend the public much more effectively. Tactical Crime Analysis: Research and Investigation provides a comprehensive discussion on both the theoretical and practical aspects of crime series analysis, making it a critical resource for those engaged in crime prevention and investigation.

On the table — Two unlabeled books, and Spy Secrets That Can Save Your Life: A Former CIA Officer Reveals Safety and Survival Techniques to Keep You and Your Family Protected by Jason Hanson. Official description is as follows:

The New York Times bestseller that reveals the safety, security, and survival techniques that 99% of Americans don’t know—but should

When Jason Hanson joined the CIA in 2003, he never imagined that the same tactics he used as a CIA officer for counter intelligence, surveillance, and protecting agency personnel would prove to be essential in every day civilian life.

In addition to escaping handcuffs, picking locks, and spotting when someone is telling a lie, he can improvise a self-defense weapon, pack a perfect emergency kit, and disappear off the grid if necessary. He has also honed his “positive awareness”—a heightened sense of his surroundings that allows him to spot suspicious and potentially dangerous behavior—on the street, in a taxi, at the airport, when dining out, or in any other situation.

In his engaging and empowering book Spy Secrets That Can Save Your Life, Jason shares this know-how with readers, revealing how to:

• prevent home invasions, carjackings, muggings, and other violent crimes • run counter-surveillance and avoid becoming a soft target • recognize common scams at home and abroad • become a human lie detector in any setting, including business negotiations • gain peace of mind by being prepared for anything instead of uninformed or afraid

With the skill of a trained operative and the relatability of a suburban dad, Jason Hanson brings his top-level training to everyday Americans in this must-have guide to staying safe in an increasingly dangerous world.

Then there are the... emblems? On the wall, which are just various stock badges with no real significance. And the photo of Sarah, which can be seen here:

This is just a stock photo which can be found here, created by someone who seems to have a niche for criminal justice stock photography.

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for Sunshine AU

Could it be that while Amity is at school they make a prank on her with the water balloon with a kraken (it could be Bosha or any other student) but it ends badly when she slips and falls to the ground injuring herself (break a bone or sprain?) And because of the fright along with the pain she retreated, she began to cry and the students who played the prank on her began to bother her, luckily Lilth sees through the window of a classroom and punishes the students by taking Amity to the infirmary so that check her, clean her, dry her and be able to comfort her, in the end Lilith takes Amity to her house to take care of her sad and injured baby?

an image so you can see what I mean with the water balloon with the kraken

Pranks GONE WRONG!!

Yes, The title is meant to mock those weird prank videos

Amity was studying out in the courtyard during her lunch break. Lilith had to substitute a class so she unfortunately couldn’t spend her lunch with her. It saddened her a little but she pushed through it and just decided to spend lunch in the courtyard. Luz was at her human school so she couldn’t hang out with her and Willow was busy hanging out with the flyer derby team in the cafeteria. Amity didn’t feel like she could hang out with them because she wasn’t part of the team. But studying was probably better anyways. Outside, there were no distractions, barely any people, and there was a nice breeze.

As she studied, she felt a few people enter her presence. Looking up, she saw Boscha and the grudgby team. She groaned a little when they walked up to her.

“Hey Blight, instead of studying, why don’t you play a little bit of Grudgby with us? When we win, you have to join the team,” Boscha stated.

“I’m not doing grudgby again, Boscha. You know that,” Amity barely even looked up from her notebook.

“Sorry, but it wasn’t really a choice,” She told her.

“Yeah? Well, I said no, what are you gonna do about it?” Amity replied, looking up from her book.

“You brought this on yourself,”

Before Amity could even decipher what that would mean, she was pelted with water balloons from above. Of course there were kids on the roof, ready to obey Boscha. 

Amity was really upset that all her notes and books got wet but she couldn’t even tell Boscha off before a kraken tentacle appeared from the puddle and grabbed her and lifted her up in the air. She could hear Boscha and her gang laughing as she struggled to get loose. Finally, she managed to slip through the hold, but as she went to run, another tentacle grabbed her wrist weirdly. With her running, it twisted it really hard, causing Amity to cry out before a small crack was heard.

The Blight sent a fireball at the tentacle, causing it to disappear. She fell to the ground in pain, her headspace dipped and she started to slip. She bawled as her wrist throbbed. 

“Oh my titan, is she seriously crying?” Boscha snickered.

Amity felt so humiliated by them laughing. It just made her cry even more. She wanted her mama. She wanted to be cradled and told that everything was okay. Her wrist hurt but the adrenaline helped keep the pain down. Plus she had a pretty high pain tolerance due to Odalia’s stupid training and shows.

Lilith was inside, teaching kids about potions. She knew a lot since it was the main track she took so Bump had her substitute for the potions teacher when he called in sick. It was going pretty well, the kids liked her and paid attention. There was barely any commotion going on until a student by the window raised their hand in a panic. They looked like they had seen something crazy.

“Yes, kai?” Lilith asked.

“Amity Blight seems injured outside!” Kai, the student, announced.

Lilith’s eyes went wide with panic. She went over to the window and looked out of it. Her apprentice, her little one, was on the ground, soaked and crying as Boscha and her followers laughed at her.

She stumbled out the door and found a janitor outside. She told him to watch her class. Before he could even respond, she rushed past him, running towards the doors that lead outside. Luckily, she was a master at running in heels and got to the scene quickly. Boscha’s followers had seen the teacher and ran, but Boscha still hadn’t noticed.

“Titan, You are so pathetic, Blight!” Boscha laughed, stepping on her wrist.

“Hey! Get away from my apprentice!” Lilith ran up and was about to shove her but knew better. She would definitely lose her job for putting her hands on a student. Not to mention that Boscha’s parents were extremely rich.

Boscha just noticed her and tried to make a run for it but Lilith grabbed her hood.

“Go to Principal Bumps office,” 

“But-”

“Now” Lilith emphasized, setting her down on the ground. Boscha skedaddled, running off in the direction of Principal Bump’s office.

Lilith immediately crouched down in front of Amity. She noticed her holding her wrist so she tried to take a look at it. However, Amity pulled away.

“Sweetie, It’s okay, Mama’s not gonna hurt you,” She promised. The purple-haired girl whimpered and slowly uncovered her wrist. It was really red and was starting to bruise. 

Lilith frowned. She didn’t expect Amity to be injured by another student. She took off her cloak and wrapped it around Amity, helping dry her off. She then lifted her up, even though she could walk, and carried her to the infirmary. Even though Amity was in quite a lot of pain, she was surprisingly pretty quiet. She still cried but seemed to be more calm now that she was in her Mama’s arms.

When they got to the Healer’s office, Lilith placed the girl down in one of the beds. The healer rushed over and started to look over her. Amity was really scared, as she hated healers. They were so scary.

“Let the Healer see your wrist, sweetie,” Lilith told her while holding her other hand. Amity nervously and hesitantly let the healer see her wrist and cast an x-ray spell.

“Hmm, looks like a small fracture. I can help a little bit, but it’s best to let your body heal itself on its own,” The healer explained.

Lilith knew that would likely be the response. If a witchlet got injured when young and let their body heal itself on its own, their body would heal very quickly when older. It also helped reduce life changing injuries. She was told to do that when she was younger but unfortunately, the curse she now shared gave her the good ol’ case of back pain.

The healer drew a spell circle and slowly started to heal it halfway.

“Alright, Miss Blight, what color do you want for your cast?” He asked her, getting out all different colors of wrap. Amity grinned.

“Puwple!” she yelled with excitement. She loved pastel and purple colors. It made her really happy that she got to choose.

The healer smiled and started to wrap it up. Amity was given a pain potion but she really did not want to take it. Lilith had to bribe her with stickers in order to get her to take it. 

Soon, they were allowed to leave. Bump let Lilith take her home and care for her while he substituted the class. Even though he hated substituting, Lilith was an old friend of his. He also had a small soft spot for Littles. 

When they got home, Amity was passed out. The adrenaline rush had ended and all the pain and the meds probably made her exhausted. Lilith changed her into her onesie and tucked her into bed and put up her crib railings. 

As she watched her Little one sleep, she came up with all kinds of punishments and discipline for Boscha. She wasn’t gonna let her hurt her baby and get away with it.