#sparkle divison

[tonyspep]

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to

A/N: this is for the summer fic exchange!!! it started out as something completely different, but here we are. This is for the amazing @laurenairay I really hope you like it and that your summer is going well. This is my first time writing for Quinn Hughes so here's to trying something different. Quinn is so cute, so I hope I did him justice. This was inspired by “Call It What You Want” by Taylor Swift, which is so hurt/comfort to me. So here we are with Quinn being comforted after the game seven loss to the Oilers this year. thank you to @wyattjohnston for hosting this amazing exchange!!

Walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walkin' to

summary: the series didn't end the way you or quinn was hoping, but you weren't going to let him hang his head for too long

rating: t

i'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest nights

“call it what you want” - by taylor swift

The final seconds ticked away and it was obvious this game wasn't going to end the way you or Quinn wanted it to. He and the rest of the Canucks gave the series everything they had, but McDavid and Draisaitl and company proved to be too much in the end. You felt Brock's girlfriend Bella wrap her arms around your middle, a soft sob escaping her as she rested her head against your back. It was hard for you not to cry, too. The boys had worked so hard to get to this point, they had fought all the way back to take the series lead, only to falter in the most important game and now the off season would be starting.

“I thought they had it,” Bella murmured and you could only nod. You really believed this year was going to be their year. They won the Pacific Divison. They beat the Preadators 4-2 and had home ice advantage in this series, which you knew would be tough, but still..

A tear couldn't help but trickle down your cheek. They had all the pieces to go far, maybe even all the way, and instead they would be packing up their lockers, doing exit interviews and the summer would be starting earlier than any of you anticipated.

“Me, too, Bells,” You agreed with the blonde who had become your best friend since you started dating Quinn just a little over a year ago. The two of you hugged each other tight, watching as the fans made their way out of the arena. You separated from each other after giving each other a kiss on the cheek and went down the steps to the locker room.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as you waited for Quinn to appear. Out came Elias, skull cap pulled over his buzzed blonde hair, flashing you just a brief smile before his handsome face transformed into more of a grimace. JT was not standing tall, but hunched until he was embraced by his family. Brock gave you the best grin he could muster, nothing like his usual sparkling grin that you had come to know almost as well as Quinn's soft smile.

Then came a familiar head of soft brown hair, longer than it was when you first met Quinn in the hallway of your shared apartment building in downtown Vancouver. His head was down, his shoulders slumped, like they were holding the weight of the world. Your heart couldn't help but break. You knew how hard Quinn had worked to get to this point, how he took on the burden of being Captain and how seriously he took the C on his chest. He didn't want the Cup for himself, he wanted it for Brock, for Elias, JT, Thatcher, for Coach Rick Tocchect. He was so selfless and put the team first above anything and everything else.

All you wanted to do was take his pain away, to put the bashfully sweet smile you knew so well back on his face.

“Hey, you,” Quinn gave a weak laugh and there was a hint of the smile you fell in love with on his lips, making your heart lift slightly. “You can really smile you know,” You tease, reaching for Quinn's hand. “I know this didn't go the way we wanted to, but if you don't smile I'll think you're not happy to see me,” You joke and Quinn does laugh, for real this time. “Y/N,” Quinn's voice is tender as he cups your cheek in his other hand. “I'm always happy to see you. If you weren't here right now, I'd be going home to a dark apartment to just sit on my couch and think about all the things I could have done better. Instead, I'm going home with you, which makes this easier than it would be otherwise.”

You flush from Quinn's words. You want this to be easier for him, to ease some of the weight he carries and you think you know just how to do it.

Quinn can see the wheels turning in your head, see the spark that's suddenly taken over your deep eyes. He arches a brow and you kiss his cheek, teasing, “Just wait. I know just how to make this not seem so bad, but you tell me if it's too much, okay? I just want to be here for you, however you want me to be, Quinny,”

His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, showing through the playoff beard he's grown. Your heart skips a beat; even a bit run down after a hard fought series, Quinn is still the cutest boy you've ever known. With his big sad puppy eyes, his soft mop of dark hair that curls over his ears, his pink lips and warmly handsome face.

“Relax,” You say as you unlock your shared apartment's front door. “Just sit on the couch, don't do anything except take off your shoes, take a shower if you want, change into something comfy but leave everything else to me, okay?”

Quinn chuckles to himself and gives a joking salute, “Yes ma'am, but there is one other thing I want to do before you do whatever it is you're going to do.”

You blink curiously as you tilt your head, wondering what this one thing could be and then Quinn is touching your cheek, so gently as he presses his lips against yours. This kiss is the sweetest, softest kiss you've ever experienced. You continue kissing each other softly, neither of you wanting to pull away as your fingers sink into Quinn's wonderfully soft, thick dark hair. He nips on your bottom lip, gently, making you moan his name as his other hand wraps around your waist, anchoring you to strong frame.

You break apart out of necessity and Quinn says, “Now I'll go relax and leave you to your surprise,” and you're so tempted to follow him, heat thrumming through your veins, want clouding your thoughts as your eyes follow Quinn until he disappears down the hall.

Somehow you resist the urge, remembering that this night is about Quinn, that even though the game ended in disappointing fashion, you weren't going to let the night end that way.

Flipping through your contacts, you find the one you were looking for and you can only hope you have all the ingredients for the recipe you're planning. Talking to Ellen Hughes feels so much like talking to your own Mom. Her warmth radiates from the other side of the phone as you facetime and you feel relieved that you do have all the ingredients for her famous Kugle, which is Quinn's favorite food.

You're not the best cook but Kugle is easier than you expected. You laugh with Ellen as she goes over the recipe step by step with you and after the casserole goes into the oven, you see Quinn standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking adorably cozy in a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“Is that my Mom?” He asks, his voice so childlike his big brown eyes lit up with hopefulness and Ellen answers for you saying, “Hi, Sweetie. Y/N just called me. I'm so sorry...” and you leave the kitchen, letting mother and son have this time together, knowing Quinn needs the comfort of his Mom now more than ever.

“You made Kugle,” Quinn's voice is full of wonder as you reappear in the kitchen after changing into something comfortable yourself. “Is that why you called my Mom? So you would know how to make it? I could have helped,” He huffed a little, a pout forming on his beautiful lips, which made you laugh. “I'm the only one of us that knows how to make it. Mom shared her secrets with me,” He's proud, his chest puffing a little and how did you get such a sweet guy to call her your own?

“If you made it that would defeat the purpose of you relaxing,” You shake your head as you and Quinn walk toward each other and share another kiss unable to resist each other.

While the Kugle continues baking, you reveal part two of your of your surprise. After changing into your comfiest outfit – a shirt that used to be Quinn's and a pair of well worn shorts – you set up a fort in the living room with all the blankets and pillows in the apartment. “A fort?” Quinn's eyes are bright like they should always be and you smile just as bright. “A fort,” You confirm. “Figured after tonight you could use something fun like a fort and something comforting like your Mom's Kugle,”

Quinn wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. “I like the way you think,” He kisses your cheek and you blush.

Getting under the blankets, you fire up Disney Plus and land on Toy Story. You know Quinn as well as you know yourself after having been together for nearly two years now and you know how much he loves this movie. Just like if the roles were reversed, Quinn would know to put on Pretty Woman or Tangled.

The familiar credits start just as the oven dings and before Quinn can get up, you push his shoulder gently saying, “I don't think so, you stay right here,” and he knows better to argue with you, so he stays put, laughing as the toys in Andy's room start to move around, letting the audience in that they're alive.

“You're a Toy!” Quinn shouts along with Woody after the new spaceman toy “lands” in Andy's room and you laugh, getting in a few Bo Peep lines and Slinky moments as Quinn can't help but get in the Woody lines before they happen. It's no surprise the cowboy is your boyfriend's favorite and you can't help but remember your first Halloween together this year when you dressed as Woody and Bo Peep to the Canucks party.

You enjoy the Kugle even stealing some of Quinn's who says, “Hey,” and shields his plate from you.

You're snuggled up together as the last credits play, Quinn humming along with “You've Got A Friend In Me.” He kisses you on the forehead and sings in your ear, “Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am, bigger and stronger too, maybe but none of them will ever love you the way I do, it's me and you,”

You giggle sweetly as you finish the song with the familiar refrain, beaming up at Quinn, “Boy and as the years go by our friendship will never die. You're gonna see it's our destiny. You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me,”

You kiss each other softly, your tongues meeting as your hands move over each other's bodies. Your foreheads come to rest against each other's, your breath coming in soft pants as you look lovingly at each other, Quinn's big hand on your back, his fingers moving over your spine as you sigh, “I love you so much, Quinn,”

His cheeks flush – even though you've been saying I love you for months, it still makes him blush, like he can't believe you love him, which is insane, how can he love you – and your heart flutters like always whenever you're under the stare of his warm brown eyes. “I love you, too. This was amazing; just what I needed after tonight,” He says softly, his voice so tender and honest.

In your fort it's like nothing can touch you here, like, what happened tonight – the devastating loss – didn't happen. You hope you've given Quinn just a little relief, that his heart doesn't feel as heavy as it did when he watched the last seconds tick away or when he was in the handshake line or addressing the team in the locker room after, and the soft smile on his face as he holds you close tells you, you may have done all of that.

The next morning, you wake up in Quinn's arms, the safest place in the world and you smile at how serene he looks sleeping. The worry he carries with him is gone, the lines in his face smoothed away while his long, thick lashes resting on his cheeks. You see the smile creep across Quinn's lips telling you he's awake and his voice, thick with sleep, teases you, “Take a picture it'll last longer,”.

Quinn's humor is sneaky and you poke him in the ribs. “Like you haven't been staring at me too,”

Quinn's eyes open as he stretches and he says, “Can you blame me? I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you,”

“Smooth,” You remark and Quinn laughs. “It's not often, I am,” He admits and after a lazy kiss you find yourself sitting on the stools of your kitchen's island as Quinn makes breakfast.

Last night may not have ended the way both of you wanted, but today was a new day and there would be a new season on the horizon and you would make sure Quinn's days leading up to training camp and then opening night would be the brightest. You wouldn't let him get down on himself or believe he could have done more. You were going to make him believe in himself and believe in the team he had help build up to be one of the best, and that started today.

[one-track-daily]

Sparkle Division Oh Henry! (2020)

From the album: To Feel Embraced (Temporary Residence)

[twotapbuz]

The leader and a body guard(Rin x reader)

(Sorry this took so long, school sucked all of my motivation away. You can find the rest of the series here: Eloni )

warning: violence, slight angst with a happy ending

Sometime after the rock revolution, Neon J decided to leave for a 3-week vacation

This meant that you and your coworkers would need to report to Rin

The first couple of days were difficult because Rin didn’t seem to care about the reports and would flirt with whoever was giving him the report

It wasn’t till week two that things began to spiral

1010 had been in the middle of a performance when a fight broke out in the crowd

You jumped out of where you were standing to help control the crowd

You assessed the damage after everything calmed down

The venue + stage was partially destroyed, Purl-Hew lost his glasses and an eye, Haym lost an arm, Zimelu and Eloni’s faces were cracked, and Rin was missing

Rin was missing

This was bad news as the factory still hadn’t been repaired yet which meant that he couldn’t be brought back until Neon J came back

And if Neon J found out that you lost a member of 1010, you and your co-workers would be fired

So your group split into two parts, one half would take Zimelu, Haym, Purl- Hew, and Eloni back to Barraca Mansion while the other half would search for Rin

You were placed into the latter

It had been nearly an hour since Rin was discovered missing and there still was no sign of him. You were definitely going to get fired. While the concert was in Cast Tech, you along with several others were sent to search Metro Division in case he simply went back to Baraca Mansion without telling anyone. You were about to head back when you heard the sound of crashing metal. 

“Hello, is anyone there?” You didn’t mean to say anything, but you were caught off guard. Against your better judgment, you began to walk towards that alley. You were desperate to find him after all.

“Stay back! RETREAT!” shouted a panicked autotuned voice. It was Rin.

“Rin? Is that you? Are you ok?” you rushed down the alley to find Rin hiding next to a dumpster.

“Don’t look at me!” Rin was trying to cover the right side of his face with his arm.

“What? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah! Do not worry about me, I’ll make it back fine,” Rin tried to stand up, still covering his face, but immediately fell back down because his leg was missing.

“Look… everyone’s worried about you and you won’t be able to make it back by yourself with that leg,” you gestured at Rin’s broken leg. Please let me help you, I know some shortcuts.” You offered your arm. Rin hesitantly lifted his hand for his face and grabbed your hand for support. The metal that covered the right side of her face was gone, revealing the damaged hardware underneath.

You involuntarily flinched, he may not have been human, but it was still pretty jarring to look at something that looked like a person who was missing part of their face. Rin also flinched, covering his missing face with both of his hands now.

“I’m so sorry about that”, you rubbed your neck, “I just… well I didn’t expect the injury to be that bad.”

“You aren’t going to scream, are you?

“What? No, I'm very sorry about that. Besides I’ve seen way worse” you joked, trying to release the tension. Rin hesitantly uncovered his face once again and grabbed your hand and pulled himself up. The two of you dodged the groups of people walking through Metro Divison.

As the two of you were walking through, you couldn’t help but wonder about Rin’s reaction when it suddenly hit you, 1010 got severely injured during the rock revolution. One of these injuries included all of them losing their faceplates. Their fans unsurprisingly freaked out which caused 1010 to explode due to some protocol Neon J must’ve implemented. Your heart sank when you realized Rin’s reaction wasn’t because he was worried about his image, but he was scared of you screaming and what would follow afterward.

——————

After that incident, Rin seemed to act differently towards you. He took you more seriously and listened to your reports

Even after Neón J came back, Rin still came to you for your reports

Probably just practice for when Neón j retires, you thought

As the weeks passed, the time spent on the casual chats you had increased to the point you’d forgot to give him the actual report several times

“And that’s how we got Quienne and Bebe.” Rin had just finished telling you the story of how they got their cats by Haym and Eloni smuggling them in through a box. This was one of many of the 'behind the scenes stories' that Rin had told you. While they didn’t act that much different when they weren’t on camera or in front of a crowd, it was nice to be trusted enough to hear about their personal lives.

“So what about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have any good stories? I don’t think it’s fair if I tell all of my secrets after all~.” Rin teased

“Well, I do have one. I was at a dance audition and waiting for my turn to perform and this dude that was performing was pretty much a circus act. He was doing all these frontflips and backflips and it was just crazy. Wish I had recorded it.”

“You used to be a performer? How come you stopped?” Rin curiously asked.

“Nah, I never made it past the first round of auditions. I didn't really mind since I only entered to support a friend.” You sipped on your coffee

“That’s a shame.” Rin paused for a moment. “You know I could always offer you lessons.”

 “that's really nice, but I’ll have to decline. No amount of practice can fix these two left feet.” You looked at the clock, realizing half an hour had passed. You quickly said your goodbye and left to avoid getting into trouble. Rin watched your back as he left, unsure why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

——————

Rin was walking to his dressing room when he saw you walking alongside several other security staff. As rude as it sounded, Rin normally wouldn’t think twice about the people he worked with. Most staff would either quit from being harassed by crazy 1010 fans or get fired for secretly being 1010 fans who used the job to get access to 1010 content, or worse, 1010 themselves. Rin shuddered as memories of one of the many incidents came back. Rin could count on both of his hands the amount of current staff that has been working for over a year and you were one of them. Rin began to think about the early part of his career when he and his family would actively engage with the staff, talking about both of their personal lives and inviting them over to hang out in the mansion. He and his brothers stopped interacting with the staff after the high turnover started. What was the point of talking with them if they were going to quit and avoid 1010 like the plague or get fired and be avoided by 1010 like the plague. He was glad that he could talk to you. He also liked the sound of your voice and how your eyes sparkled brighter than the LEDs that lit up him and his brothers. Rin blushed at the last thoughts. The sound of your voice and the sparkle of your eyes? It’s not like he was in love with you or anything. He was technically your boss and your relationship was completely professional. Yeah, your interactions were one of his favorite parts of his day and your smile would always brighten his day, but even if he was in love with you(which he is not) there’s still the challenge of gaining the approval of his family and having to deal with his fan’s harassment. He couldn’t let you go through that. Though Rin couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to talk with you outside of work…even go on a couple dates… maybe he was in love afterall.

——————

You walked past Rin and smiled. Despite your attempts, you fell for Rin's charm just like his fans did and it took you no time to notice this. You knew you were never going to say anything, afterall, everyone knows the rule about not dating coworkers and Rin can choose practically anyone, why would he pick you?

——————

It was the first concert after the rock revolution

The fans were extra antsy due to the lack of content, so it was all hands on deck

You were positioned on the front of the stage

This concert was no different than the previous ones, 1010 were performing, a couple of their fans attempted to jump on the stage, and you could barely hear your own thoughts over the mix of music and cheering. Suddenly both of those stopped. You looked at the stage and so 1010 standing still in mid-performance. You were told about this situation during training: it was either a malfunction or a hacking. You prayed that it wasn’t the latter. 1010 suddenly began to move in sync, but it was different from their normal in sync movement. You saw two fans get tackled to the ground as a red saw blade passed them at what would’ve been chest height. Your radio buzzed loudly as you were given your new orders:

“Get everyone out of there.”

It was chaos as you rushed around to get everyone out of the venue. Those with superhuman abilities(pyrokinesis, levitation, etc) stayed behind to prevent 1010 from leaving the venue. Despite not having any abilities, you stayed behind too. You were running around in the back looking for anyone who still might be there when the rubble from an explosion behind you knocked you to the ground. You quickly got up and saw Rin towering over Neon J. Without thinking, you quickly grabbed a nearby pipe that came from the newly busted wall and smashed it over Rin’s head. This managed to stop his attack, but it also brought his attention to you. He suddenly ran towards you, grabbed you, and threw you against the wall. Your consciousness began to fade in and out as your head collided with the wall. You saw Rin approaching you, then darkness, Rin raising his arm to strike, darkness again, Rin being pulled away by Neón J, darkness again, the inside of an ambulance, and then nothing.

——————

You woke up in a hospital room. Your eyes scanned the room: on your right was a monitor accompanied by an IV drip. On your left was a small table with flowers, a get-well balloon, a couple cards, and a Rin with a worried face sitting on one of the chairs of the room. Rin noticed you were awake and quickly rushed before stopping unsure of what to do.

“Y/N” Rin said, unsure of what to do or say

“Rin”

“Y/N… I’m so sorry about what happened- I didn’t want to-I couldn’t stop- if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you-” Rin began to stutter out of guilt. He kept making sentences but giving up on them and starting new ones.

“Rin, please” Rin paused and looked at you. “It’s not your fault, I know you would never do this” the two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before you continued, “You know... if the offers still up… I’d be happy to accept those dance lessons when I get discharged." Rin began to smile

“Yeah, the offers still up”

——————

Neon J walked through the hospital’s halls. For the past two weeks, he had been personally escorting Rin to your hospital room. He knew Rin felt responsible for your injuries so he didn’t object to this despite the possible security risks(he couldn't keep his boys locked up). He had heard from Rin that you had woken up and he was glad that you were ok, but he had to cut your visitor time short due to an interview that all 1010 members must be present for. He walked into your room to find the two of you sleeping with Rin’s head on your lap. 

“It’ll be fine if Rin misses one interview.” Neon J thought as he closed the door. He also began to wonder how long it will be before Rin introduces you officially to the family.

[inglourious-imagines]

Charlie (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @meteora-fc

Summary: You're a corpsman in the 1st Marine Divison and you have your dog with you there. During the shelling on Guadalcanal it gets lost but fortunately one charming soldier takes care of it.

Author's Note: This was such a beautiful request but I have mixed feelings about it. Thank you for reading.

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Charlie.

Her dear Charlie got lost during the horrifying shelling on Guadalcanal and he was nowhere to find. Y/N ran from soldier to soldier asking for her closest friend. No one had seen him in the last two or three hours.

Her heart was shattered by the events, her hands still bloody from the nasty job she was supposed to do, a drop of sweat rolled down her temple.

"Hey, any chance you've seen a dog here, private?" Y/N approached a tall soldier walking somewhere with a pack of crackers in his hand. The man looked at her curiously and then, all of a sudden, he burst out laughing.

"Yeah," he managed to say out loud, "yeah I have. My friend kind of adopted it." 

"Really?" Y/N's face brightened up instantly. Her cheeks blushed, her lips formed into a contagious smile and her Y/E/C eyes sparkled like some little kid's.

"Come with me. My name's Chuckler by the way." the soldier smiled kindly and Y/N thought that she saw something fraternal in his innocent eyes.

"I'm Y/N. You really made my day with those news, Chuck."

"It's Chuckler but you'll get the hang of it." he laughed nugging her side like an old friend.

"Chuck or Chuckler, who cares here?" Y/N pointed out ironically with a cheeky smirk on her face.

"Oh, Hoosier's gonna like you."

•••

When they arrived to Chuckler's 'place' with another three soldiers sitting around, the so called Hoosier was nowhere to find. And that meant Charlie too. Her smile faded a bit, and her heart sunk even deeper into the dark abyss of the war.

"You can wait here if you want. I'm sure they just ran off somewhere." Chuckler tried to reassure her with a calming smile but both of them knew that where possibly could they ran off in this hell?

"Thanks, Chuck, but the duty calls. See you around." Y/N winked at him sadly, waved at the other worn out soldiers and walked away toward her castle of blood, fatigue and calvary.

•••

Y/N wiped her dirty hands into an army apron of some sort and crushed on a near wooden chair. Her head fell into her hands and she allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment. It was all getting to her, slowly but surely.

Then, as if by the God's will, a real loud bark echoed through the first aid tent. Y/N didn't know if she's dreaming or not. She jumped on her feet with new energy and ran toward her dog. Her Charlie.

He licked her mouth, nose, cheeks, chin, hands and this huge happy smile appeared on her face. Charlie brought her long lost will to live again, a new sense and reason for her life.

"Hey! Johnny! Wait!" a strange voice filled her ears and when a tall soldier with a cigarette in his hand approached them, Y/N finally understood.

"You must be Hoosier." she tried to keep her posture firm but she just wasn't able to hide all the newborn happiness in her heart. She was exactly like a sun.

"And you must be my future wife." Bill smirked looking at the female corpsman in front of him with a strong curiosity and something that almost seemed like a shyness. Hoosier had never felt something so deep towards a stranger, a person he had never met before. Until now.

Maybe it was the dog that connected them, he didn't know. But at this exact moment, in this very minute, Bill Smith felt safe.

Y/N blushed slightly at his sudden comment but didn't make any objections. Only if she knew that she'll agree to marry this sarcastic soldier after the war.

"Thanks for taking care of my dog," Y/N smiled kindly offering Hoosier a pack of cigarettes, "and his name's Charlie by the way."

The soldier took the "reward" hesitantly, his eyes still fixated on hers. Their fingers brushed slightly, it could be almost compared to a touch of feather, but to the duo it meant something so intimate, like a passionate kiss. 

"That explains why he never listened when I called him Johnny." Bill laughed as he hid the pack in his pocket, very carefully so he'd have a proof that this conversation isn't just a dream.

As much as Y/N enjoyed talking to Hoosier, she had to go. There still was war going on and more wounded innocent people to take care of.

"Again, thanks for saving Charlie, Hoosier. Hope I'll see you around." Y/N smiled blushing a little bit - her mind took an inappropriate turn for a moment when her look wandered from his eyes to his lips.

"You won't get rid of me that easily,-"

"My name's Y/N."

Bill laughed taking a drag from his cigarette taking one look at the mysterious woman with a smile so contagious that he finally realized how his cheeks hurt from smirking all the time without him even knowing.

"Y/N," Hoosier mumbled to himself as it was some kind of his lucky mantra.

And it was. Bill kept trying for her and Y/N kept trying for him.

[stillebesat]

The Butterfly Effect -Always Green (1/26)

Sanders Sides: Thomas Inspiration: from @writing-prompt-s  “My domain is time,” said the Genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.” Blurb: Roman has three chances to change his life for the better. Three chances to fix past mistakes. Three chances to totally screw it all up. But who said life is worth living unless one takes a little risk? Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Fic Warnings: Major Character Death (mentioned), Suicide (mentioned), Suicide Attempt, Partial Paralysis, Injuries, Blood, Punching/Fighting, Knives, Medicinal Misuse, Toxic Roommates (implied/mentioned), Acrophobia (fear of heights), Falling, Nausea, Bullying (implied/mentioned), Car Accident (mentioned), Prison (mentioned), Negative Self Talk, Panic Attack, Bomb (mention), Surgery (mentioned)

Thomas had had way too much practice in hiding the wave of disappointment that washed through him when his current Warp refused to meet his eyes.

Every time.

He pasted an understanding smile on his face, easily keeping the gleaming rainbow that danced under his opal skin in check as she stood there, shoulders hunched. “Becca, what choice have you made?” He gently prodded.

Her breath hitched as she reluctantly looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Sniffing, she held out the golden pocket watch to him, the circular device swinging on its chain between them.

He already knew what she was going to say from that simple action alone and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I choose my old life.” She whispered.

Of course she did. That’s what everyone did.

“Is this your final decision?” He asked, taking the watch back, running his thumb over its etched surface. “There’s no changing your mind after this point.”

 A small smile appeared on her lips as she brushed at her eyes, her tense body relaxing now that she no longer held the device that could have given her so much more if she hadn’t squandered her three choices chasing after her old lover. “Yes. I want my life back, I was…” She lifted her head, squaring her shoulders. “I was happier there. Despite…” She bit her lip. “Despite Billy not being in it.”

Too bad she hadn’t realized that when she made her first choice. Thomas twisted his hand, the watch vanishing from the woman’s sight as he sent it back into the time stream to find him his next Warp.

“Alright.” He said, keeping his smile sympathetic as he stepped forward, reality already shifting around Becca as he lightly placed his glimmering hand against her cheek. “What once was, shall now return. I give you back the life for which you yearn.” He brushed a single tear from her cheeks as the world reset around her in a swirl of colors, returning her to the tree swing he’d found her sitting in when he’d pulled her into the Warp.

She breathed deep, the last of the tension leaving her as she sank into the swing, her hands clinging to the rope as she looked up to Thomas. “Thank you.”   Thomas dropped his hand, giving her a gracious nod despite the fact he was screaming on the inside, barely keeping the fiery reds and oranges from overtaking the more mellow greens and blues as they danced on his skin.

Why did people do that? Thank him for returning them to their original life? He’d done nothing to help them get to that point. It was like thanking a heart surgeon for not actually needing to operate on them.

He took a step back away from her, his ‘job’ now done. He nodded to her. “I wish you well, Becca.” He said quietly, the wind kicking up around them as he pulled at a ripple of time, allowing the familiar current to surround him and whisk him away, leaving his voice echoing in her ears. “May you continue to find happiness in your future decisions.”  

Thomas stepped out of the timestream, his hands balled up into fists as he appeared in the Commons of his Divison’s portion of the Ethereal Plane. With a quick glance around to make sure no one else was present, Thomas let out a string of curses, his skin exploding in vibrant colors like a firework finale as he let his temper surface. He turned to the nearest wall composed of clouds and punched it, a blazing rainbow ball of time energy shooting from his fist to ricochet around the room.

“Dude! You gotta stop throwing those around willy nilly!” Came the welcome but also unwelcome voice of his fellow Time Genie, and best friend, Joan from across the room as they ducked their head, narrowly avoiding getting smacked by the time ball. “Nobody ever wants to get hit with Deja Vu you know.” They stated, waving a hand to disperse the time energy.

Thomas groaned, throwing himself face down onto the nearest couch, the fire opal sheen to his skin shimmering a faint blue. “Sorry.” He mumbled into the cushions. In his defense the room had been empty when he’d released his pent up frustration. It was Joan’s bad luck that they’d chosen to return from their own Time Warp just then.

“Uh oh. Don’t tell me….another failed Warp?”

“You tell me.” Thomas sighed, pushing himself up off the couch, running a hand through his hair to fix it as he joined Joan at the far wall where a large electronic-esque leaderboard gave off an ambient white glow. “How far did I drop this time?”

Joan lifted a hand, running their finger down the list of names as the order shifted and fluctuated on the screen, pausing at a point near their waist. “Uhmm…”

“That’s what I thought.” Thomas turned to lean against the wall, scuffing his foot against the rainbow flooring.

It wasn’t like it was a bad thing, per se, that Becca had chosen to return to her original timeline. After all, part of Thomas’s and any other Time Genie’s job was to show the humans the consequences of their decisions; the possibilities of other lives they could have led had they made a different choice. It was pretty common to have those involved in a Time Warp see just how good their life had been in the first place and choose to return to it.

That was why they were referred to as Greens by his Division. No permanent world altering had taken place with them. Thomas bowed his head, closing his eyes. He was so tired of getting Greens. At this point he’d be over the moon to have a Warp end in Blue. At least with Blues something permanently changed, even if it was so minor that hardly a ripple was felt in the timelines. At least it would be a different outcome from the original and at this point Thomas would take it gladly, even if it wasn’t the Golden Warp he desperately craved.

“Well...maybe your next Warp will be Golden, Thomas.” Joan said, squeezing his shoulder. “This Green streak has to be coming to an end.”

Thomas shrugged off their hand, pushing away from the wall with a bitter laugh. “You say that every single time you know and it’s been like...a millennia since I’ve had a Golden. Admit it.” He turned to them, throwing up his hands. “I’m cursed. I’m never going to see another one.”

And it sucked. Knowing he was Stuck. Never again being able to contribute to another major shift in the world since his last perfect Golden Warp. A Warp where an idealistic explorer had used his last decision to continue sailing across the Atlantic ocean... and ended up discovering America. The choice had changed the entire world...and apparently Thomas’s luck with it. He went from flying high at the top of the leaderboard to the middle of the pack within fifty years as he went longer and longer without another Golden Warp. And with the others continuously accruing more and more Goldens...he only continued to drop further down in the running.

Joan exhaled, shaking their head, the sparkling color of their opal skin swirling to  highlight the greens and oranges. “Five hundred years isn’t a millennia, Thomas.”

 “Five hundred and twenty-six years, Joan.” He said flatly, flopping back onto the couch, covering his eyes with an arm. “No one else has ever gone this long without a Golden. No. One.”

Calypso had been the last Time Genie who’d suffered from a ‘long’ Green streak and she’d broken it after a single decade. TEN. Freaking. Years. The longest Green streak ever recorded before Thomas had knocked it out of the park had been a measly hundred and forty-nine years and Kenny had celebrated for two months straight when that Golden mark had appeared next to his name.

“Alright...maybe you’re a little bit cursed.” Joan allowed, pushing Thomas’s feet so that they could sit down.

“Just only a lot.” Thomas ran a hand down his face, exhaling. “What about yours?” He asked in a low voice, closing his eyes. “You any closer to beating out Talyn as Numero Uno?”

Joan snorted, resting an arm on Thomas’s knees. “Hardly. Mine was a Blue today.” Thomas could hear the smile in their voice. “They’re on quite the roll aren’t they?”

“Oh no, not at all.” He responded sarcastically, lightly prodding Joan with his foot. “Only nearing their two thousandth Golden in a row and managing to win my best friend’s heart in the process.” He yelped as Joan shoved him off the couch, hitting the rainbow floor with a thud. “Hey!”

“Whoops.”

“Don’t whoops me, you did that on purpose.”

“Had to get you off your Golden soap box somehow.” Joan replied, sliding off the couch and onto him.

“It was the couch, and I was trying wasn’t I?!” Thomas groaned, struggling under Joan’s weight. “Get off already! You’re crushing my lungs!”

Joan only made themself more comfortable. “Oh yes, bringing up the top of the leaderboard totally--”

Thomas gave up pushing at Joan, instead resting his head back on the red stripe of the rainbow floor, staring up at the opalescent ceiling. “I brought up Talyn and was going to segway into convincing you to tell me about your date, but you hardly gave me the chance there did you?”

“Next time try starting with ‘How did your date go, Joan?’ It will probably work a lot better.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Duly noted.” He shoved halfheartedly at them, already knowing that unless his best friend decided to move, he would be stuck acting as a cushion. “So? You going to tel--” He cut off as a wave of rainbow colors raced up and down his body. Seriously?!

Joan’s eyebrows shot up, their own opalescent skin shimmering yellow and blue. “Already?” They asked, lifting themselves back onto the couch. “Didn’t you just get back from a Warp?”

Thomas let out a moan, running a hand through his hair. Great. More bad luck. His watch had managed to find a candidate before he could properly unwind from the latest disappointment. “Yes.” He pushed to his feet, brushing off his uniform. He hated working doubles.

“Call out sick.”

“Oh yes, that totally will work because we Time Genies get sick sooo often.” Like never. Thomas offered Joan a tight smile. “I’ll be fine.” Probably. Maybe this human wouldn’t be so obsessed over lost love like Becca had been. No...with his luck this human would be obsessed with getting rich, or maybe finding fame. Probably both.

“You sure?” They asked, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to answer right away you know.”

Thomas shrugged. He could wait. Listen to Joan talk about their date with Talyn and watch them turn all fiery pink and gold over it, but why let the Warp hang over his head like this? The sooner he got this next Green Warp out of the way the quicker he could retake possession of his watch, lock it up for a week, and be able to listen to his best friend with his full focus.

“You know what they say, Joan.” He reached for the ripple of time that would take him to his new Warping buddy. “There’s no rest for the wicked.” He winked, giving a two finger salute to them as he vanished from the Commons.

To Be Continued  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Chapter 22  Chapter 23  Chapter 24  Chapter 25  Chapter 26

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[JP/ENG/ROMAJI] Lyrics to “Divison Rap Battle”

選手宣誓万死一生 Senshusensei banshiissei Oath be made, there's no escape[1]

決して揺るがぬ無敵の無頼漢 Kesshite yuruganu muteki no buraikan Untouchable rogues who never flinch

言葉は今やマシンガン Kotoba wa ima ya mashingan Words are now machine guns

または未来導く羅針盤Ah Mata wa mirai michibiku rashinban Ah Or rather, the compass leading towards the future, Ah

三位一体 it's show time Sanmiittai it's show time Three as one, it's show time

歴史に刻む俺らのスタイル Rekishi ni kizamu orera no sutairu Be carved in history, our style

生死彷徨う遺伝子の器 Senshi samayou idenshi no utsuwa Between life and death, our flair [2]

本能がままにつらぬくぜsay what? Honnou ga mama ni tsuranukeze say what? Just leave it to instincts, say what?

1, 2, 3, Ikebukuro Division (Represent Ikebukuro!) Homies we are Buster Bros!!!

そっちの調子はどうだい? Socchi no choushi wa dou dai? How's it on your end?

Welcome to the division 1, 2, 3, Ikebukuro Division (Represent Ikebukuro) Homies we are Buster Bros!!!

ブクロ最強の三兄弟 Bukuro saikyou no sankyoudai 'Bukuro's strongest three brothers

Welcome to the division

Welcome to my Division, Ichiro

池袋代表 Ikebukuro daihyou Ikebukuro’s representative

マクロからマイクロ Makuro kara maikuro From macro to micro

精密動作で解決するGeekなStyle Seimitsu dousa de kaiketsu suru Geek na Style Precise solutions as a geek’s style

圧倒的それ自体が新時代のCrime Attouteki sore jitai ga shin jidai no Crime Too OP[3], it’s a whole new generation of crime

与えよ生命(アニマ) Ataeyo anima Given Anima (life)

それだけが業(カルマ) Sore dake ga karuma That’s karma (destiny)

躊躇は皆無だ Chuucho wa kaimuda Zero hesitation

ライムだけがLife Line Raimu dake ga Life Line Rhyme is the only life line

二次元でも三次元でも俺は俺だから Nijigen demo sanjigen demo ore wa ore dakara No matter 2D or 3D, I am me; therefore

決めつける奴らは一昨日来い Kimetsukeru yatsura wa ototoikoi Pretentious pricks, piss off

Oh, my name is Jiro, you know ma steelo

俺のベロ見ろ俺はミケランジェロ Ore no bero miro ore wa mikeranjero Look at my tongue, I am Michelangelo

一郎の胸像(トルソー)をトレスした次男坊 Ichirou no torusoo o toresu shita jinan bou Second bro traced from Ichiro’s torso

つまり最強の遺伝子継承したライム Tsumari saikyou no idenshi keishou shita raimu Namely inherited the best genes and the best rhyme

三郎参上慇懃無礼でブレーキがないのはちょっとしたSubrosa Saburou sanjou inginburei de bureiki ga nai no wa chottoshita Subrosa Saburo here, compliant only in appearance [4], reckless, a bit of subrosa

そのPoseが気にくわねぇなら僕と勝負だ Sono Pose ga ki ni kuwanee nara boku to shoubuda Don’t like my attitude? Catch me outside

お前はもう体感速度が上昇し Omae wa mou taikan sokudo ga joushou shi Feels like your speed is rising

壁にめり込む覚悟ぐらいはしてあるんだろうな？ Kabe ni merikomu kakugo gurai wa shite arundarou na? You're about ready to get thrown against the wall, no?

1、2、3 Yokohama Division (Represent Yokohama!) Homies we are MAD TRIGGER CREW

ハマの深夜のカーチェイス Hama no shinyaa no kaacheisu A late night car chase in ‘Hama

Welcome to the division 1、2、3 Yokohama Division (Represent Yokohama)

Homies we are MAD TRIGGER CREW

浜風にも錆びぬスキル Hamakaze ni mo sabinu sukiru Skill that doesn’t rust in the coastal winds

俺は左馬刻さまだ貴様は誰だ? Ore wa samatoki sama da kisama wa dareda I am Samatoki-sama, who the hell are you?

よく踏みなれたよくあるツラだな Yokuu fumi nareta yokuare tsurada na Looks just like some faces I always tread on

欲張りさんが 仁義破れば Yokubari san ga jingi yabureba If you let greed get the better of your morality and honor

信じ難いよな目に遭いこの有様さ Shinji gatai yona me ni ai kono arisama sa You'll only get what you deserve

目さませ (Say what?) Mesamase (Say what?) Wake up (Say what?)

任侠も警察(マッポ)もFreakyな海軍(Navy)も Ninkyou mo mappo mo Freaky na Navy mo Chivalry, cop, and the freaky navy

指定外自慢（Boast）団 Shiteigai Boast Dan The team of boasting outsiders

ヒプノシスマイクロフォン Hipunoshisumaikurofon Hypnosis microphone

使って貴様の息の根止まるまでライムしよう Tsukatte kisama no ikinone tomaru made raimu shiyou I'll use it to take your last breath away with my rhyme

はいStop stop stop! Hai stop stop stop Okay, stop stop stop!

隠蔽工作も楽じゃないし Inpei kousaku mo raku jinaishi Covert affairs aren't any fun

一線を超えたら 俺も黙ってないし Issen o koetara ore mo damattenaishi But if you cross the line I won’t remain silent

ケツ持ちは国家だからまるでお前に勝ち目はないし Ketsumochi wa kokkadakara marude omae ni kachime wa naishi I've got the whole state backing up my ass, you've got no chance

まぁまぁ立場ってもんが解ればヨロシイ Maa maa tachibatte mon ga wakareba yoroshii Well now, if you know your place, then we're good

先ずは敬礼カレーはFriday Mazu wa keirei karee wa Friday First off, salute. Curry for Friday. [5]

小官にとっちゃ毎日がサバイバル Shoukan ni toccha mainichi ga survival For me, everyday is survival

全生物に感激感謝 Zen seibutsu ni kangeki kansha Thank you, so grateful for all living things

今日の具材は あなたで決まりました！ Kyou no guzai wa anata de kimarimashita! I've decided that today, you will be my dinner [6]!

つうに決着 でけえ悶着 Tsuu ni ketchaku dekee monchaku The end is near, the greatest conflict

唸る俺のヒプノシスマイク Unaru ore no hipunoshisumaiku Growl, my hypnosis mic

精神直結カスタマイズ Seishin chokketsu kasutamaizu Straight to your mind and well-customized

お前のシナプス焦がす言霊 Omae no shinapsu kogasu kotodama Spirit of words that burnt away your synapses

三位一体it’s show time Sanmiittai it’s show time Three as one, it’s show time

歴史に刻む俺らのスタイル Rekishi ni kizamu orera no sutairu (Style) Be carved in history, our style

生死彷徨う遺伝子の器 Seishi samayou idenshi no utsuwa Between life and death, our flair

本能がままにつらぬくぜ say what? Honnou ga mama ni tsuranukuze say what? Leave it to instincts, say what?

1、2、3 Shibuya Division (Represent Shibuya!) Homies we are Fling Posse

街を彩る三原色 Machi o irodoru sangenshoku Coloring up the streets with primary colors

Welcome to the division 1、2、3 Shibuya Division (Represent Shibuya) Homies we are Fling Posse

でたとこ勝負でしよう Deta toko shoubu de shiyou Let's leave it all to chance

Welcome to the division

皆のアイドル乱数の番だ Minna no aidoru ramuda no banda It’s the turn of everyone’s idol, Ramuda

こう見えてももう成人男子さ Kou miete mo mou seijin danshi sa I might look like this, but I'm a full-grown man

君の涙もう見たくないな Kimi no namida mou mitakunai na I don’t want to see your tears

笑顔と寝顔が可愛いからさ Egao to negao ga kawaiikara sa 'Cuz your smile and your sleeping face are so cute!

基本カラフルデコったGAL服 Kihon karafuru dekotta GAL fuku Basically, I like colorful, decorated Gyaru clothes

モードにパンクスアメリカンカジュアル Moodo ni pankusu amerikan kajuaru High-end punk, or American casual

色とりどりのオネーさん達よ Irotoridori no onee-san-tachi yo All of you unique Oneesans

僕の事で喧嘩ヤメテホシイナー？ Boku no koto de kenka yametehoshii na? Please stop fighting over me, okay?

カンカン帽被り勘ぐ性分？ Kankanbou kaburi kangu shoubun? Boater hats mean a skeptical personality?

真偽珍奇に佇み恭順 Shingi chinki ni tatazumi kyoujun I pledge my life to the bizarre truth

人間万事塞翁が馬 Jingen banji saiougauma Inscrutable are the ways of heaven [7]

最後には文芸の才能が最高のライマー Saigo ni wa bungei no sainou ga saikou no raimaa At the end of the day, poets are the best rhymers

まあまあしてやこいつはそう大博打 Maa maa shite ya koitsu wa sou oubakuchi Hey, it goes without saying, this guy is a huge gambler

肝冷やし切り抜けりゃ超リッチ Kan hiyashi kirinukerya chou ritchi Takes guts, but one day you'll get hella skrilla

第六感に乗っかって Dairokkan ni nokkatte Ride along the sixth sense

どっかのっけから舐めプのジョーカー Dokka nokke kara name pu no jookaa Out of nowhere, the game-stalling joker

1、2、3, Shinjuku Division (Represent Shinjuku) Homies we are Matenrou 病める街新宿代表 Yameru machi Shinjuku daihyou Representatives of the Sick City, Shinjuku

Welcome to the division 1、2、3 Shinjuku Division (Represent Shinjuku) Homies we are Matenro ネオンぎらつく不夜町 Neon giratsuku huyajou The city that never sleeps under shimmering neon lightsWelcome to the division

執刀準備OK (OK!) Shitto junbi OK (OK!) Prepared for surgery (OK!)

涙目のクランケ(お願いします!) Namidame no kuranke (onegaishimasu) Teary-eyed patients (Please go ahead!)

全て任せてれば痛みなどは感じないです(痛くない!) Subete makasetereba itami nado wa kanjinaidesu (itakunai) If you leave everything to me, you won’t feel any pain (It doesn't hurt!)

無下に背けば墓穴の中 Muge ni somukeba hakaana no naka But should you defy me, you'll end up in your grave

內視鏡通しあなたの中 Naishikyou tooshi anata no naka With an endoscope to see right through you

もう腹の中お見通しだがまだ抗うのは愚かな Mother Fucker Mou harano naka o mitoushidaga mada aragau no wa orokana Mother Fucker I'm already in your head, but you still resist, foolish Mother Fucker

ご指名ありがとうございますコール入ります Goshimei arigatou gozaimasu kooru hairimasu Thank you very much for choosing me, I'll begin the call

迷子の子猫にLove me do Maigo no koneko ni Love me do Stray little kitten, love me do!

はい今日は(Fooo!!) Hai kyou wa (Fooo!!) Yes, today (Wooo!!)

貴方に(Fooo!!) Anata ni (Fooo!!) Only for you (Wooo!!)

届ける(Fooo!!) Todokeru (Fooo!!) I deliver (Wooo!!)

魔法の(Fooo!!) Mahou no (Fooo!!) This magical (Wooo!!)

煌めく夜空と(シャンパンタワー) Kirameku yozora to (Shanpantawaa) Sparkling night sky and (Champagne tower~!)

はぁ〜〜〜しんどい Haa~~~ Shindoi Uggggghh, I'm beat

摩耗する精神と吊るしのスーツ Mamou suru seishin to tsurushi no suutsu I feel brain-dead; this suit is killing me

通勤快速ってもしかして 「停まらないのかよ！」 Tsuukin kaisoku tte moshikashite 「Tomaranai no ka yo！」 Wait, don't tell me, the express train “It doesn't stop here?!”

依願退職いまや社会の傍観者 Igan taishoku imaya shakai no boukan-sha Resigned, now I am a bystander of society

「キレる中年」の身出しになったろかい？？？？ 「Kireru chuunen」no mi dashi ni nattaro kai Am I becoming a grumpy middle-aged man?!?!?!

選手宣誓万死一生 Senshusensei banshiissei Oath be made, there's no escape[1]

決して揺るがぬ無敵の無頼漢 Kesshite yuruganu muteki no buraikan Untouchable rogues who never flinch

言葉は今やマシンガン Kotoba wa ima ya mashingan Words are now machine guns

または未来導く羅針盤Ah Mata wa mirai michibiku rashinban Ah Or rather, the compass leading towards the future, Ah

三位一体 it's show time Sanmiittai it's show time Three as one, it's show time

歴史に刻む俺らのスタイル Rekishi ni kizamu orera no sutairu Be carved in history, our style

生死彷徨う遺伝子の器 Senshi samayou idenshi no utsuwa Between life and death, our flair [2]

本能がままにつらぬくぜsay what? Honnou ga mama ni tsuranukeze say what? Just leave it to instincts, say what?

つうに決着 でけえ悶着 Tsuu ni ketchaku dekee monchaku The end is near, the greatest conflict

唸る俺のヒプノシスマイク Unaru ore no hipunoshisumaiku Growl, my hypnosis mic

精神直結カスタマイズ Seishin chokketsu kasutamaizu Straight to your mind and well-customized

お前のシナプス焦がす言霊 Omae no shinapsu kogasu kotodama Spirit of words that burnt away your synapses

三位一体it’s show time Sanmiittai it’s show time Three as one, it’s show time

歴史に刻む俺らのスタイル Rekishi ni kizamu orera no sutairu (Style) Be carved in history, our style

生死彷徨う遺伝子の器 Seishi samayou idenshi no utsuwa Between life and death, our flair

本能がままにつらぬくぜ say what? Honnou ga mama ni tsuranukuze say what? Leave it to instincts, say what?

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translation notes.

[1] "Oath be made, there's no escape." Literally translates to "the competitors' vow: a million will die, one survives."

[2] "Our flair." Literally translates to "weapon of genes."

[3] "Too OP." Gamer slang, short for over-powered.

[4] "Compliant only in appearance." Literally translates to "complying on the outside but impudent on the inside."

[5] "Curry for Friday." Fun facts, the Japanese Navy serves up curry rice on Fridays! Check out some more information here.

[6] "You will be my dinner!" Literally translates to "you are the ingredients for today."

[7] "Inscrutable are the ways of heaven." A Japanese proverb in reference to an old folktale named Sai Weng Shi Ma, about an old man, his horse, and a rollercoaster of luck. Read the story here.

[roninishere]

My Recovery ∆  one   ∆

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My Recovery

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   The beating sun was torturous, just drowning the electrolytes and water out of everyone's system the instant they walked outside the cool air conditioning. Let's also not forget the awesome humidity that follows around this time of the year in this god forgiving state. 41% of humidity. Yeah no.

   Last Monday Night Raw before the first ever Paper per view Great Balls of Fire on Sunday. Today also was the young woman's first day back to work in over a month. Her sparkling blue green eyes scanned over the Talking Stick Resort Arena, downtown Phoenix.

   Monday night raw and Tuesday night Smackdown were here in Phoenix, Arizona. It'd give the woman a couple of hours to let loose in town, and she couldn't wait. With a deep breath, her anxiety settled in realizing all eyes would be on her.

   ‘Gotta go in sooner or later.' She told herself before she extended her suitcase holding it in her right hand as her left stroke her wheelchair wheel and pushed it forward to the back of the resort arena gain access backstage.

   On her way there, her hands and arms grew tired, indicting how much she wasn't use to being in a wheel chair and how weak her upper body strength was. It was very frustrating for her, she wasn't use to any of it, and was just learning as she went.

   “Ma'am, ID please." The two security guards were posted at the back door of the stadium where the talent and WWE staff would enter through.

  Pulling the backpack that was squished between her back and her seat, pulling out her employee ID from her wallet getting the okay as they opened the door for her, and quietly tell her to have a goodnight. Sliding her ID back in her wallet, she entered backstage wondering who'd she run into.

   “Is that Miss Carter I'm seeing?!" She could recongize that voice from anywhere. WWE Veteran wrestler R-Truth (real name Ronnie Killings), who had this excited smile on his face seeing it was indeed one of favorite people I'm the company “It is you Miss Carter! My god girl! Look at you! I'm digging this."

   He moved his hand up and down refering to her wheelchair making her smile tug at the corner of her lips. R-Truth was the best making even the most sad and negative things, and bringing the positive out of it. Isabella knew her accident could have been worse, so why making it all depressing and a sob story?

   “I do too. At least I can bump into people with my wheelchair and pull the innocent card."

   The male wrestler burst out in laughter relieved she could joke a bit with everything right now.

   “See! A blessin'!" Um, she guessed. “Where you headin'? Creative meeting?"

   Giving him a nod, he said “I'll take you there,” Hooking her suitcase on her handles behind her seat, he gently pushed her as he was heading to the direction of catering. “I'm meeting up with Gold and the Hardy Boyz in catering. Just admire the dessert, torture ourselves."

   A small smile was on her lips as they appeared in front of the door with a piece of paper that posted CREATIVE TEAM, indicting the two needed to say goodbye, for now. “Well, tell them I said hello, and thank you for accompanying me.”

  “Don't thank me! See you later girl!"

  Entering the creatice team room, there were more than just the other four members; Stephanie McMahon, Hunter, and Kurt Angle. Those three definitely meant that things were bad. Stephanie and Hunter meant 'We need to get our shit together'.

  Which honestly doesn't surprise her, due to the point Monday Night Raw has one of the worst ratings on the USA Channel that she's ever seen in almost TEN years. That's what happens when she's not there for a month. Shit falls apart.

   Everyone turned to see the young woman, completely surprised to see her back so soon. Hunter was first to welcome her back, helping her unhook her suitcase on her wheelchair "Isabella, not that I'm not happy to see you, but you didn't have to come back if you weren't ready."

  "I'm fine, hate hospitals always. I'm good, I promise."

   Glad to hear someone that he's grown close to over the years was ready to get back into work. Stephanie smiled with a respectful nod "Glad to have you back Isabell," addressing the dirty blonde woman with a nickname she gave her first day here, and she went into her professional boss mode after Kurt stood next to Isabella giving her a hello as Steph got started. "Now, if you haven't noticed, our ratings are incredibly low, the lowest they've been in I want to say fifteen years. We need to fix that, immediately. Now we're here to hear what you guys have to offer."

    "We could put Bliss and Nia in a tag match agaisnt Bayley and Sasha." The 'awesome brilliant' head of raw creative suggested making Isabella roll her eyes in annoyonce and frustration being reminded on shit the Raw Womens Divison currently was in.

   Hearing some more teribble ideas they've ALREADY done, the youngest woman cleared her throat, her hands resting on her lap as she adjusted herself where she was sitting up straight "What we should do with the womens divison is have Sasha and Alexa hash it out on the mic. With their real life differences and hate for one another, it'll engage the audience.

   "Have the Miz and the Miz tirage Maryse of course, go out for Miz TV, Ambrose claim a rematch. Have Heath Slater come out and as for a title match. Ambrose has his rematch Sunday and have Heath and Miz have a title match to spark the ratings. Have Lesnar and Joe have a backstage fight," Pausing for a moment, Stephanie and Hunter grinned at one another knowing she still have her mind in work while gone.

   "Emphasis on the Wyatt and Rollins match because I'm confused why that's even happening. Broken Gimmick needs to happen like yesterday, and lastly, we need to have more of the women superstars involved on Raw, since we have three hours I'm thinking Dana and Emma fued soon. Also see about Summer coming back and fued with Sasha. Alicia and Mickie happen."

   She threw out a lot of information that she aslo had typed up in her folder. Edward Lang, the head of raw creative; male in his early 40s, tall handsome, pretty blye eyes, and could probably get any girl in his bed without breaking a sweat. He had anything but a pleasing look on her face glaring at her "Nobody wants to see Dana and Emma, Mickie James, or the rest of the divison. There's a reason why we've been standing with the four girls."

   Even this guy had a boss. Road Dogg. Yeah, and he was even a bigger asshole.

   "People want to see it, anyone but the four women. That's the point of a Women's Revolution. What's the point have having the Mae Young Classic when there are five women on Raw that haven't had a chance to shine because they aren't one of the four horse women with the exception of Alexa and Nia? It makes them," pointing at Stephanie, Kurt, and Hunter putting somw truth out there "look like a bunch of hypocrites."

   Now, this was a little too much authority for the twenty nine year old who felt her heart racing and if she lifted her hand, it be shaking uncontrollabley. She hated how the Womens Divison was treated on Raw, and how they have some like Brock Lesnar, who yes she respects a lot, as a champion who is a part timer. Raw roster was getting the shit end of the stick and they were desperate at this moment.

   "It's not that easy, the more time for them, the least for everyone else. Running this kind of show and getting the okay isn't as easy as you think it is. Thank you for your suggestions, I'll consider them." Code word for: Go fuck yourself Carter.

   Balling her hand into a fist, she knew he wasn't going to give a shit about what she said and contunie to run this company to the ground. Not able to say anything, well she could, she just didnt have the self confidence to do so, she put a fake smile on her face muttering "You're welcome."

   As their little meeting went on, Isabella found herself else where in her mind knowing this was never going to get better. Losing the best talent in the world like Austin Aries, who was not at all happy with his position in the company, that really says a lot about this company. She has dealt with this sexist and racist bullshit for years and it made her blood boil.

  Most of the time why she never says anything back was because she was afriad of getting fired; she loves the wrestlers and staff memebers here. They've been her family for a long time. What would she do with her life? This was her life, just not in the way she saw it.

  "Everyone's dismissed. Let's have a good show tonight."

   Grabbing her suitcase pulling it by her left hand, she used her right to move her wheel to leave just when Hunter started small conversation "So how you feeling?"

   "I'm doing good Hunter, just having a little of a hard time with sleeping positions. That's all."

   That wasn't exactly what he was asking, so he asked a similar question "You know Steph and I can see how much you care about everyone here. You've been here for what? Almost ten years? Ever consider maybe taking a step into a bigger role?"

   "Like as the Head of Raw Creative?"

   He gave her a nod only her be truthful "You know Vince won't ever approve of it."

   "He wouldn't, not without some convincing. I don't say this unless I believe it a hundred percent," Stopping in his tracks, she stopped when he set a hand on her shoulder and met his eyes "I see you as the Head of Creative, of both brand. Changing this place, and I have a feeling that you do too. Look, when you're ready, Steph and I will back you up but you need to find it inside that you can do it. Believe in yourself."

   Wow, okay. Fuck. That's a lot for her to take in right now. She felt her breathing get heavy and uneven but she gave him a look that she understood what he was saying, "Thank you Hunter. I needed that."

   "No problem kid, take it easy."

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   With Raw kicking off in under an hour, Edward Lang actually considered her ideas and is going through with most of them. Just of course not the Womens Divison one. Fucking asshole.

  He instructed Isabella to gather the talent together and tell them about the changes in the show. Doing that, she had everyones scripts and grew a nervous when she was giving weird looks in her new condition but she had this.

   'I got this,' She told herself as everyone's eyes were now on her.

   Ready go.

   "H-hello everyone. There has been quite some changes with tonight show and I wanted you to hear it from me and to make sure everyone's on the same page," They watched as she opened the folder on her lap.

  A certain superstar was curious and nudged his old friend "What happened to her?"

   "Renee told me that her and Paige had been doing some training in the ring. She took a bad bump and lost the feeling in her legs."

  A look of disbelief sat on the face of Seth Rollins, real name Colby Lopez "No," By the look on Jon's face, Dean Ambrose, his friend was dead serious "You're serious? That's crazy, I just don't see her trying to wrestle."

   "I'm pretty sure someones said that about us or just about everyone in this room." Ah, very vaid point.

   The two fell silent as the disable woman contunied on "Alright, bare with me everyone, I'm trying to unfuck everything, I'm gone a month and this place is going down to hell." Cracking a joke, some of the wrestlers chuckled at it agreeing, even making Colby himself chuckle.

   "Enzo, you've been moved to the opening of the show, go out there and pour your heart out on the microphone. Now, I've changed that because Rollins and Wyatt," She grabbed both mens attention "I know you two haven't been given a lot of time with this storyline, so you guys got fifteen minutes, do what you do best.

   "Miz, Maryse, and the Miz tourage will be on Miz TV, talking about Ambrose being a problem, Ambrose you come out demand a remath at Great Balls of Fire, god that is a horroble Paper per view name," She hated how it sounded and that was all they could best come up with? Chuckling softly she brought in Heath Slater "Heath, you and Ryno will come out, you say you want a title shot and you shall recieve one."

   Mike and Maryse nod knowing their get there scripts after "Brock and Joe, we will do a backstage segnment and an interview will go south and basically y'all will kill each other," Paul Heyman really liked that idea with a giant smile on his face.

   "Hardy boyz, slowly show the broken gimmick. I'm really trying to convince Vince to go with it so do your guys thing. And lastly, ladies, unfortunately you're stuck in another tag team match; Nia and Alexa vs Bayley and Sasha. For all three divisons, I know your frustrated with booking, I'm frustrated too. Bare with me and let's show Phoenix how Monday Night Raw works. If there are changes in storylines and segments I brought up, I have scripts. You're free to leave."

   As everyone who got changes for tonight, naturally got in line as the others left the room. Standing behind Mike, Maryse, and the Miz Tourage, Colby's eyes flickered over at The Boss when she said a snarky comment to the creative woman who clearly didn't want to agrue. He rolled his eyes before he ease dropped in the conversation ahead of him.

   "Now Mike, if you don't any of these, perfectly acceptable. I trust you enough to put on a great segment."

   The Intercontinental champion scanned over the many script options she gave him very impressed "No, these are amazing. All of these are exactly what I need. You're the best Bella, oh! A bunch of the talent is going out tonight, you should join us!"

   Mike and Maryse had always liked and respected Isabella; especially will being here as long as she has been. She fought for the Mike's on screen character and well as Maryse holding the Divas Champion many years ago having one of the longest divas reigns in history.

  She had no favorites, and cared for everyone, wanting everyone to be treated right.

   "Yeah, thanks for the invite. I'll be there. Tell me the details after your segment."

   Being the last one, Colby took a step forward as she greeted him "Hey Rollins, how's the knee doin'?"

    "It's doing really good actually, thanks for asking," He took the script from her hand as he head the door open for her to exit "How about you? Haven't seen you in a while."

    That made her smile, and actually smile. He noticed when she wasn't around, wheeling herself out of the room "I'm hanging in there, it's a rough transition."

    "I'm sure it is. Well, if this helps, you look great."

    As he walked along side of her, he glanced over to see her dip her head in the other direction able to catch the bright red cheeks thinking it was adorable "T-thanks, it does help," she cleared her throat a little curious "are you going out later with the others?"         "Yeah, Ceasaro and Ambrose convinced me to do so. Are you?"

   Why not? Couldn't hurt to let loose "I'll go for a little bit, I'm going to the gym first," She then emphasized "Need to work on my upper body, of course." She fixed herself, even though he was well capable of figuring that out on his own.

  He really respected that; gym before going out. In her condition, staying in  physical fitness, was very important. "Hey, I hear you, that's great. I applause you, I'll see you later tonight then?"

   "Yes, good luck tonight Mr. Rollin-"

   "Please call me Colby, It's Isabella right?"

  Giving a nod, Colby, despite working in the same company for YEARS, she had no idea that was his real name. She liked Colby, it was different. "Colby I will refer you as then, and yeah Isabella; feel free to call me Bella or really anything but Isabella, honestly I feel like I'm in trouble or in business talk. Sorry I'm rambling on."

  "No, don't be sorry, I get it," He really didn't want to stop talking to her but they both had work to do. "I'll let you get back to work, thanks for the script. If I have any questions, where can I find you at?"

   Yeah okay, really just to see her. He has this unexplainable attraction to her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

   "I'll be catering to think or either Glam Squad with the girls."

   Ugh, shit what to say no, he was very awkward at this point. He was terrible with women, just look at hia track record with them. Terrible. "Ok sweet, I'll see you then."

   "See you around Colby."

   Parting ways, Isabella spent more of the night of the show with many of the other wrestlers to talk about their scripts and she gave some pointers and ideas to help them suceed as Colby spent most of his stealing looks in her direction, not understanding why exactly he did so.

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  So yeah, thoughts? This has been my longest chapter ever. I hope y’all enjoyed and if you’d liked to be tagged, let me know! God I’m scared of what you guys think. Be gentle?

Love ya! xoxox

-Cammy

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Photos show modifications in Atlantic City gambling establishments after resuming

Craps players and dealerships are separated by partitions at the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, on July 2,2020

AP Photo/Seth Wenig.

Eight of 9 Atlantic City gambling establishments resumed last weekend for the first time considering that New Jersey Governor Phil Murphy purchased them to close in light of the coronavirus pandemic on March 16.

A lot of Atlantic City gambling establishments reopened with limitations, like no food, beverages, or cigarette smoking permitted inside.

Take a look inside casinos throughout Atlantic City’s resuming weekend.

A lot of casinos in Atlantic City, New Jersey, resumed last weekend after closing for three-and-a-half months to avoid the spread of the coronavirus.

The boardwalk in Atlantic City, New Jersey, as hotels and gambling establishments reopen for the Self-reliance Day Holiday Weekend.

TRF/STAR MAX/IPx 2020/ AP Images.

Source: The New York Times, AP News

Of the nine gambling establishments in Atlantic City, 5 resumed last Thursday, consisting of Hard Rock, Ocean, Resorts, Tropicana, and Golden Nugget.

Mike Donovan and Terry Glebocki cut the ribbon welcoming guests and media to the casino floor at Ocean Resort Casino on July 2.

Donald Kravitz/Getty Images.

Source: AP News

Three more casinos– Caesars, Bally’s, and Harrah’s– reopened the following day.

Jeorganna Barnes, an employee at Harrah’s casino in Atlantic City, wipes slots with disinfectant on July 1,2020

Associated Press.

Source: AP News

Some casino-goers used gloves at the gambling spots to safeguard themselves.

A man rests his leg on a slot machine in disuse due to social distancing guidelines while gambling at Hard Rock Casino after it resumed on July 3,2020

Mark Makela/Getty Images.

New Jersey likewise needed gambling establishments to tidy and disinfect all surface areas, per CDC suggestions, ahead of the reopenings. The casinos are not allowed to serve food or beverages inside, and smoking cigarettes is forbidden.

Steven Ford, an employee at Harrah’s casino in Atlantic City, sprays slot machines with disinfectant on July 1,2020

AP Photo/Wayne Parry.

Source: State of New Jersey Department of Law and Public Safety Divison of Video Gaming Enforcement, CDC

Photos of the gambling establishments on resuming weekend show what your next journey to Atlantic City might be like. Customers entering Ocean Casino Resort are prompted to ask themselves if they feel any symptoms that have been connected to the coronavirus.

A sign asks going into clients if they feel symptoms related to COVID-19 at Ocean Casino after it resumed on July 3,2020

Mark Makela/Getty Images.

Sources: The New York Times, AP News

The casino set up protective barriers at the front desk …

Steve Allen, a worker at the Ocean Gambling Establishment Resort in Atlantic City, installs a plexiglass barrier at the casino’s hotel appointment desk on June 3,2020

AP Photo/Wayne Parry.

Sources: The New York Times, AP News

… and between fruit machine.

The casino floor with protective barriers in between slots at Ocean Resort Casino.

Donald Kravitz/Getty Images.

Sources: The New York Times, AP News

” I feel less at threat than in the supermarket,” 71- year-old Virginia Hight, a client told The New York Times.

An indication promotes social distancing on a slots in disuse at Ocean Gambling establishment.

Mark Makela/Getty Images.

Source: The New York City Times

The gambling establishment’s designs used sparkling facemasks matching their outfits.

Designs appear on the gambling establishment floor at Ocean Resort Casino during the resuming.

Donald Kravitz/Getty Images.

While just employees at Ocean Resort Casino had their temperatures examined, each patron going into the Hard Rock Gambling establishment had their temperature checked with thermal imaging displays.

Individuals’s temperatures are scanned as they enter the Hard Rock Casino on July 2,2020

AP Photo/Seth Wenig.

Source: The New York Times

At the Acid Rock Gambling Establishment, 60%of staff members were back to work this weekend, the moms and dad company’s chairman, James Allen, told the New york city Times.

Partitions in between gamers and face masks enable bettors to delight in craps at the Hard Rock Casino on July 2,2020

AP Photo/Seth Wenig.

Source: The New York Times

Atlantic City’s leading casino on Trip Consultant, the Borgata, chose to stay closed since Gov. Philip Murphy extended his restriction on indoor dining.

The Borgata Hotel and Casino.

AP Photo/Wayne Parry.

Sources: Trip Consultant, AP News

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