the logo is still on one of them

I see your Fake AH crew and your Fakehaus stuff but give me more Fake Chop

Give me Aleks, a master in weaponry who could set up, kill and be miles away from the scene in seconds but will still cheer about it being a 360 no scope

Give me James, hacker extraordinaire who gets police off his back by using the money he warns to buy the most ridiculous shit the internet can offer him

Give me Trevor, a drug dealer who may act dumb as fuck but can scope out any room, any person to instantly find and use their weaknesses against them

Give me Joe, a sting who is a master of disguise, who can charm anyone into putting their trust into him only for him to lead them right where Aleks needs them

Give me Asher, the brute who may not look as though he can take much damage but boy put him in a right and see how long he lasts (spoiler: it’s a really long time)

Give me Anna, the number one intel acquirer who stays hidden for most operations, leaving the boys to do whatever it is the boys do and still kicking ass

Give me Brett, the kingpin. Able to get anyone to do whatever he wants, just for his own entertainment. Can get the crew out of any situation

Give me them doing shit like cosplaying for heists, just to laugh back at the footage. Breaking into a place by cutting through glass with a knife they set fire to. Destroying evidence by filling the crime scene with cereal. Branding the Cow Chop logo somewhere in every location they hit just for the sake of being cocky little shits.

Just please please give me more Fake Chop

Little Unnoticed Danger Days Things

1. The album was produced by two different record companies, one being Better Living Industries Music (BMI). You can actually see the smiley face logo on the side of the CD case.

2. Frank did the cover art for the album (but I’m not sure if that means he designed the spider or took the photo of the desert).

3. Bob helped to write the songs “Na Na Na,” “Bulletproof Heart,” “The Only Hope For Me Is You,” “Party Poison,” and “Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back.”

4. Steve Righ?’s actual name is Steve Montano.

5. Even if you buy the CD today, there will still be a little paper inside that gives you a special code for 10% off all Danger Days shirts and bracelets (offer expired 11/22/2012). If you flip it over, you will find Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, Life On The Murder Scene, The Black Parade, and The Black Parade Is Dead! are still available.

6. Burns caused by radiation is known as Flash Rash.

7. If you look on BLI’s file for Girl in Chapter 4 of the comics, there are pictures of Jet-Star, Kobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul. They all have their masks on, with red X marks over their pictures. Next to Ghoul is a picture of Dr. D, also with a red X. Beside that is an enlarged picture of Cherri Cola, with a red question mark over his face. There is no picture of Party Poison.

8. Party didn’t die immediately when Korse shot him. He had enough time to tell Girl to run.

9. Concerts in the Zones happen in a place called The Pit.

10. Other killjoy bands are: AKA Loretta and Richard Ai Yai Yai.

11. The Director is apparently BDSM.

12. Recently deceased bodies can be turned into Dracs if they didn’t suffer too much physical damage.

13. The killjoys were exterminated in 2027.

14. The Analog Wars occurred from 2014-2019, during which time Better Living Industries believed Girl’s mother had been killed. Instead, she was turned into a Drac.

15. No one knows who Girl’s father is.

16. Plus is only allowed because it’s administered to non-human androids and BLI gets a great profit margin off of it.

17. BLI refers to brainwashing a person so completely that they have no personality as “Bleaching.”

18. Girl’s cat had tracking/surveillance tech implanted into it in 2028, which suggests that she had the cat prior to the Fab Four’s deaths. It’s possible BLI caught the cat while it was roaming long enough for them to modify it.

19. A year has gone by since the death of the Fab Four in the comics, which means it is 2028.

20. Contrary to popular belief, the female killjoy seen driving the van in “SING” is not Cherri Cola, but a woman named DJ Hot Chimp.

21. The Drac whose face is revealed in “SING” by Party was played by the lead singer of Mindless Self Indulgence, Jimmy Urine.

22. The Director has an aesthetic for drinking bleach.

Download: 6 New Loading Screens

Are you tired of the thirteen year old blue background image during the loading screen? Even if not, it‘s so old that it is way too small for todays screen resolutions and so I created completely new loading screens that were taken during the Sims 2 renaissance (2016-2017, colorized).


- sharp widescreen images for all common resolutions (even > 1920x1080)
- new logo in TS3 style (is also being used in the neighborhood selection)
- Ultimate Collection and base game versions

This conflicts with all logo replacements!

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The Mystery of DD

Since a lot of newer fans weren’t around to experience the mystery of the DD era as it was unfolding, I wanted to try to describe it so people can understand what it was like to be an MCR fan in 2010.

A Bizarre Mystery

It all began on September 4th, 2010, when MCR’s website suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a mysterious transmitter. No one had any idea this was coming, and no explanation was offered. You could click the dials to see different screens (test patterns, a nuclear fallout symbol, etc.), and hear distorted sounds. At one point, fans believed that they could hear an unreleased MCR song on one of the stations, buried under static and distortion. Later on, the transmitter started playing mysterious videos that hinted at a post-apocalyptic universe.

Not long after the transmitter appeared, the DrDeathDefying Twitter account was discovered after he tweeted a fan. NewsAGoGo and AgentCherriCola were discovered soon after, with the rest of the accounts coming later. The accounts posted a bizarre mixture of strange pictures, futuristic slang, references to apocalyptic events, fan interactions, and eerie ramblings. You could determine a loose background and storyline from the Twitter accounts, but they were so vague that no one was quite sure what was going on. All we knew was that the characters seemed to be part of a nightmarish, post-apocalyptic universe that took place in the near future. But we had no idea how this related to MCR, or why they’d gone in this direction for their next album.

The Return of

The website did return on September 8th, with a new photo and blog post from Frank. But the blog post offered no explanation, and the speculation was far from over. The transmitter was still accessible on a separate page on MCR’s website. As the Twitter accounts continued to post their bizarre ramblings, people made connections to everything from movies to past MCR eras to the supposed “2012 Mayan Apocalypse.” At that point, their next album could have been about anything.

Looking back at Danger Days now, it’s pretty clear what was going on. But at the time, we had no idea where this era was heading. Keep in mind that our only sources of information were the Twitter accounts and the transmitter–no comics, no music videos, no interviews. The era could have been about anything. For this reason, fans scrutinized every scrap of information–pictures, tweets, transmissions–down to the smallest detail.

A World of Theories

The blog girlautomatic is a great place to read the old theories. Here’s an example from one of her posts:

Here’s my new theory:

  • Dr. Death Defying is part of a group called the Philly Jackals, likely a gang that either travels around on motorcycles or cars or both. Whether the group actually comes out of Philadelphia, assuming Philadelphia (or even the other states) still even exists as we know them to exist, is debatable.
  • The name Dr. Death Defying is an alias s/he either adopted or was given upon joining up with the Philly Jackals.
  • Slaughtermatic Sounds is both their logo and their motto.
  • The car in the picture Frank posted and the raygun Dr. Death Defying tweeted a picture of belong to him/her.

Which could possibly mean that the Lady referred to in this tweet is said car. It also probably means that last night’s tweet about being low on batteries is also about his car, but that might be a bit of a stretch. Also? I’m not sure I’d want to get on the Doctor’s bad side, if this is all correct. Motor gangs are serious business. It at least casts this tweet in a different light, though, and really makes me wonder if this tweet about nitro is referring to the dangers of drag racing, and if this tweet is about traveling on the open road.

This might look strange to fans today, but at the time, no scrap of information was insignificant. Whole blog posts were written about one or two tweets. People studied the blank transmitter screen, trying to see vague shadows or reflections in the image. They traced pictures posted on Twitter to their original sources, then studied the sources. To fans, it was basically a giant puzzle–but we had no idea where it was heading, or if there were even a solution to find.

People also tried to figure out who ran these Twitter accounts. We know now that Shaun Simon ran most of them, with Gerard Way and Jon Rivera handling DrDeathDefying. But at the time, several fans (including me) just kind of assumed that the members of MCR ran the accounts. A popular theory was that Gerard ran DrDeathDefying and Frank ran NewsAGoGo (a few tweets shared Frank’s typing style.) However, some people did suspect that Shaun Simon was involved, as the characters tended to tweet about things that he mentioned on his personal Twitter.

The End of an Era

Eventually the “Art Is The Weapon“ video was released, and the interviews and music videos that followed cleared up a lot of the mystery. But the characters continued to tweet, some of them posting well into 2013. We’re now familiar with the Danger Days universe, but the hint of mystery and intrigue still lingers. Many questions were never answered, while some concepts and ideas were scrapped altogether. Even if we get more content in the future, parts of DD will always remain a mystery to us–and I think that’s one reason that it continues to capture people’s imaginations.

An interesting note–thinking back on the transmitter and the Twitter accounts, it felt like we’d analyzed these pieces of information for months. But while I was researching this blog post, I realized that MCR’s website returned after only four days, and "Art Is The Weapon” was released only a few weeks later. I guess the analysis and scrutiny was so in-depth that it seemed to last much longer!

i don’t think i’ve completely wrapped my head around vegas being a real team yet.

like, next season you’re going to look at the nhl app and it’s actually going to say that your team is set to play them at some point and you’ll see their logo almost every other day.. some people are going to have their apps set to them being their number one team.. this is all too wild for me.

Draco Malfoy and the Yule Ball Disaster

Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I haven’t read Harry Potter in years, just some fan fictions, and I haven’t watched the movies in a bit either. Still, I did my best, I hope you all enjoy! Also, the photo? I mean, my skills are improving!

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You look up just as Draco Malfoy confidently sits down beside you on the stone bench, and you send him a look with a frown. You’re trying to study, you’d chosen this specific bench because no one ever comes this far back; how did the annoying blond always have an uncanny ability to find you when you least want him too?

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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (7/15)

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

AU Summary: Y/N goes on her first mission out in the field with the Avengers.

Notes: yeah this is sort of a sucky chapter but it’ll have to do to speed things up lmao i have no patience. forgive me you guys.and yea a mysterious figure appears in this chapter so there’s that. ALSO im not sure if this is a steve x reader fic because i plan on having bucky added as a main character soon. and i like bucky. like a lot. ok cool

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8


The sound of glass breaking echoed through the halls and all around the empty mansion. A large man wearing a tactical vest and heavy boots stood by the door with his arms crossed and observing the scene in front of him.

“Do they know about her abilities?”

The large man nodded. “Most likely. She’s residing inside SHIELD’s Avenger hq. Extremely hard to break in and kidnap her.”

He watched as the owner of the mansion picked up another glass of scotch, gulped it in one go and flung it across the room, smashing it to pieces. The 5th one this morning.

“Avengers.” he snarled, grimacing as he spoke the name. He took off his white lab coat and wiped the blood of his hands on it. “They took everything I have. Everything I cared about.”

The scientist slumped on a chair and poured himself another drink, this time, keeping the glass unscathed. “They took my creation. And I’m going to get her back.”

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Always // Jung Jaehyun


the prompt: can you do jaehyun song based scenario with Disenchanted-MCR??

words: 3330

category: song rec + angst

warnings: attempted suicide + mentions of depression

author note: i couldn’t figure out this song so i looked up a bunch of theories and one was about depression, so i took that and ran with it. I’m a bit hesitant about this, since it’s a very serious topic and i don’t known if i did it justice. feel free to give me any constructive criticism if i didn’t portray depression correctly. please enjoy this anyway.

- destinee

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

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Serpent’s Girl~Prologue

AN: I HAD AN IDEA FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE. I guess this can be in celebration of 300 followers. ALSO: I changed a major thing about the plot and I hate doing that, but I like this idea, so here it is. 

Summary: Your basically the Serpent’s adopted child and they keep you away from any possible danger. That is until the night of July 11th.

Pairing: Eventual Jughead x reader

Word Count: 1188

Warnings: Death, blood, murder, death, tears, death. Seriously. Death.

Other Parts: Part 1-Part 2


Originally posted by ohmyjjblossom

I wasn’t a killer. I wasn’t a criminal. I wasn’t one to break the law. But I was also no longer innocent. I was now a criminal, guilty of murder and other crimes linked to murder. It was never supposed to end up like this. I was supposed to remain the “Serpent’s girl”, as I was referred to at school. I was like their child that they checked up on and took care of, I was not supposed to have anything to do with their crimes. In fact, they made sure to keep me out of all that.

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oh snap I just noticed the Tumblr logo cycles through a bunch of Pride flags when you put your cursor over it AND ONE OF THEM IS ACE. like, sure, corporate whatever, but it legit makes me happy to see, especially as a reminder that The Discourse is…actually not that big in the real world.

Captain Underpants Headcanons!!

I’ve seen some other people posting their headcanons for this fandom, so I decided I’d post my headcanons too!

- Harold loves to dance, his favorite genre is electric swing
- Teenage Harold says “move, I’m gay” and “I’m too gay for this”, and etc
- George and Harold love reenacting vines
- After the events of the movie, the kids at their elementary school start making fanart for Cap, and George and Harold hang all of it up in their treehouse and absolutely love it
- Teenage Harold has a shirt that says “Straight Outta the Closet” in the same style as the Straight Outta Compton logo
- Teenage Harold refuses to shop anywhere but Spencer’s and Hot Topic
- Teenage George wears Axe body spray
- George can play trombone (this leads to them reenacting the “when mom isn’t home” vine often)
- They’d die for eachother except for the fact that if one of them did die for the other, the other would still be alive without them. So instead they’d rather just die together!
- For their ADHD, George has a fidget spinner and Harold has a fidget dice. Sometimes they switch. It’s a good system.
- George was the first person Harold came out to
- Krupp can drink just half a bottle of alcohol and be barely able to stand, whereas Edith can down 5 bottles and still walk across a tightrope without a problem
- Edith has like 6 cats. One of them is pregnant. She’s keeping all the babies.
- Harold’s favorite movie is Dolphin Tale, and he cries every time he watches it

I might add more but that’s it for now!

Everyone Else: 

  • Since when is All Time Low just Alex Gaskarth And The Band?”
  • “All Time Low are doing pop music now?”
  • “I don’t really care for it”
  • “I hope this is gonna be like Satelites and open the stage for bigger and better songs”
  • “It’s….okay”
  • “I don’t like the spade”
  • “I kinda like it”
  • “I hope the rose is the new album logo and not the spade”
  • “I was hoping for lighter songs”
  • “Is that Zack doing backup”
  • “I love how there’s more bass”
  • “All Time Low are going to do pop for radio play”
  • “I don’t like the song”
  • “Its growing on me….kind of”
  • “I’ve listened to it a few times and still don’t care for it”
  • “Them joining Fueled By Ramen was a mistake”
  • “I hope they don’t collab with Twenty One Pilots”
  • “If FBR doesn’t treat Zack right, I will fight those emo f**ks”
  • “FBR was a mistake”
  • “Remember what happened last time they joined a big label?”


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{ i love the song and video so much. the words are beautiful. i love the spade and the rose and feel like it should be one logo- a spade AND a rose, somehow combined and I’m just-}

Favourite WOY Vehicle

My favourite vehicle from Wander Over Yonder is 

 Hater’s van! 

I still want to see what it looks like inside (probably a dump like Hater’s room) I love Hater’s logo spray painted on the side. 

It was so funny when Hater was using it to slap the Mooplexians and splatter them with mud (I am a bad person). The idea of Hater and Peepers driving around in this being total jerks and bullies in the past is amazing.

I still need to get around to making the paper model version of it. The Funk was one of my favourite eps. 

 The H.A.T.E.R.V was my very close second choice!


anonymous asked:

Helllllllloooo I have a prompt for the captive prince series, and I thought this would be cute. How about an AU where Damen runs a bakery and every morning at 5am, when he opens and preps for the shop, he comes across Laurent passing by to go into the convenience store a few blocks down. One day he was the courage to stop him. Hopefully curiosity doesn't kill the cat.

It’s the first chilly Monday after Anzac Day when the most attractive person that Damen has ever seen crosses his path at 4:55am on the dot. Damen actually walks past the door to his own bakery, has to retrace his steps, and takes three tries to fit the key in the lock, he’s so distracted by the memory of the flawless face and the shock of neat blond hair.

The next day, the man is there again. Damen manages to open the door on the second try, this time.

It becomes routine. Like clockwork. Damen walking one way down the street to open the bakery and turn on the ovens; the man walking the other way, a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder, never making more than peremptory eye contact. The street traffic is thin, at that hour, and foot traffic even thinner. There’s not much in the way of natural dawn light, as the days get shorter, though the street is well-lit, orange streetlights spilling down an artificial glow.

Damen develops a furious curiosity about who the man is. He looks young; younger than Damen, early twenties at the very most. Is he a suicidally dedicated finance intern, on his way into the CBD? A shift worker? An early-morning gym goer?  (“A vampire?” says Nikandros sarcastically, not looking up from the plait of yellow brioche taking shape under his hands.)

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Because my dashboard is taking fancy to discussing racist sports teams, I may as well defend my pride and joy.

“Your favorite team is the Blackhawks”

Yes, yes it is.


Nah Fam. That organization is the furthest from racist. There’s a reason nobody bitches about them.

First off, what’s in a name?

The Chicago Blackhawks, formally styled as Black Hawks, weren’t named directly after Chief Black Hawk. Rather, the original owner of the franchise, Frederic McLaughlin, was a commander in the 333rd Machine Gun Battalion of the 86th Infantry during WW1, which was nicknamed the Blackhawk Battalion. This was nicknamed off the Chief for mentioned above, however, not directly. Yet, it was still styled as Black Hawk, until documentation showed that the Battalion spelling of the nickname was one word.

“It’s still racist. Look at the logo!”

Okay. Let’s look at the logo. Actually, why not an evolution of the logo? The wife of the owner, Irene, drew out the logo in black and white, in 1927, styling how the Saux tribe chiefs, where Chief Black Hawk was from, would have it. No exaggerated features, nothing mocking. Just a strong drawing. Now, 1936-1937, was absolutely racist. However, as seen, that logo lasted a year at most, and even for the time, where that kind of depiction was seen as okay, it was still removed, out of respect for the tribe and the namesake.

So, in the next generation of logo, we start seeing a more modern feel of the logo we know and love. The skin was given a more realistic color, as well as the hair and feather stylization. From there, extra additions were removed, the style was cleaned up a bit, bolded, and by 1965, the logo we are quite familiar with, was born.

No red skin, no goofy face, nothing obnoxious. Just a respectable and serious logo.


At many sports games, when there is a Native American named team, you often hear drums beating, a warrior cry, perhaps a native mascot dancing around with a tomahawk, maybe fighting against the other mascot.

Go to a Hawks game. We play Chelsea Dagger. We have our signature air horn. Our players even have signature goal songs. There is nothing remotely taken from any Native American culture in our games.


-is treated with the utmost respect. On the floor of the locker room, our lovely logo lays on the floor. If you step on it, you pay a fine of $10,000, donated directly to Native American charities. Try us. Not even Bieber was immune to this. Speaking of charities, the Wirtz family, the current owners of the franchise, is the largest donor to the American Indian Center of Chicago, which helps those of native and aboriginal decent in the state. That’s just one charity. Plus, as a bonus, for every game in the regular season and every round of the playoffs, there will always be a native veteran in watching, often standing for the national anthem on ice. It is because of everything mentioned above, the Blackhawks have nothing but respect in the eyes of those who grant them the moniker.

So, now that this was taken care of, when one of you guys inevitably tries to hop on a bandwagon to shit on the Chicago Blackhawks, you cannot claim ignorance in claiming that you don’t know the history of this logo and team. Take down teams that regularly diminish culture and history. Leave this team out of it.

The Box

It has been a while since you’d been in the attic. You managed to get rid of the wasp nest and found yourself going through boxes of photos and other bits from your past. You sighed as you thought of good times and bad. You shifted the boxes around until you came across one that stood out from the rest.

It had a simple phrase on it
“Remember This?”
Your heart jolted as you recalled how your younger self had put the writing in bold letters to make sure it grabbed your attention. You made space on the floor and carefully opened it.

You pulled the bubble wrap out. Your past self really wanted this box to stay intact. Inside was an array of items. The first thing that caught your eye was green in colour. It was still as bright as the day you packed it up. A soft, green eyeball with a little tail at the back.
“Hello Sam” you whispered as tears pricked your eyes. You hugged the plushie tightly and through watery eyes you saw other merchandise connected to one person you vowed never to forget: a pin badge, a mug, a keyring, a few t-shirts and a faded hoodie. Most had the bright green eye staring back at you. Then there was the little figurine that had once took pride of place on your desk. Your thoughts turned to the person who it was all linked to.

The person who helped you through the toughest days. His bright green hair and his contagious smile always made your spirit lift. Memories of looking forward to his uploads came flooding back. You smiled at thoughts of when he made you laugh. He managed to inspire you so much.

You wondered what he was doing now, was he as happy as he made you back then? Maybe you should check some websites and see if he achieved his goals, you thought. You really hoped he had and nodded to yourself. You’d do that later, right now your heart desired nothing more than to sit down and find his old videos.

YouTube hadn’t changed too much since his last ever vlog. You remembered how hard it was for you and the others to say goodbye and how you vowed to never forget his words of kindness. You managed to make new friends online and were fortunate enough to meet some of them in real life. The bond created by him never truly faded.

Getting up and carrying Sam with you, you grabbed your favourite snack like you would have done in the past and searched his name on YouTube. You grinned when the familiar logo popped up and clicked the link. There were many videos that had brought you laughs that it was nearly impossible to pick out which one you wanted to watch first.

You decided to watch one of your all time favourites and waited a few seconds for the video to load up. Then you saw him, his wide smile and bright eyes that held so much energy behind them. You hoped that he still had that same look now in whatever he ended up doing after his days on this platform. Slowly you dragged the mouse to the play option. You knew what was coming and let out an excited squeak. It had been so long since you saw him on your screen but you had never truly forgotten him. You clicked play.

And just like that, he was making you smile all over again.


everydaybellaHi! You’re pride wallpapers are so pretty! Could you make some Dallas Stars ones by any chance? Thanks!

Anonymous: While we are on the Pride train could you possibly do the Dallas Stars? Your wallpapers are giving me life!

Anonymous: Your pride wallpapers are awesome! Can you do some for the Stars? Have a great day sweets!

Anonymous: Could you do the Dallas Stars for the pride design logo? (Lord knows they don’t deserve it after their shitty you can play game but I still love them so much)

dertiger31If you got a chance could you make a Pride wallpaper for the dallas Stars? They are all sooooooo pretty!!!

Dallas Stars

Pride Month - June 2017

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What about solangelo where they are in highschool will is the medic and Nico got injured during a soccer game


Leo kicked the ball to Nico from between the two opposing players. It rolled to Nico like a magnet. He could hear the opposing team’s midfielder coming up behind him, but Nico was in control of the ball now. He turned and saw his opponent, a boy with light brown hair and dark eyes. He was sweaty, and it made his hair stick to his forehead. He could have been cute without that scowl on his face. But the scowl only made Nico smile in triumph.

Nico feinted right, only to kick to the left and follow the ball as the other player tried to rebalance himself from the sudden step to the right. Several other players began to swarm Nico, but it was like slow motion. Nico processed each one’s moves, each step and attempt to take the black and white ball at his feet. “’Scuse me, boys,” he said with a smirk, kicking the ball between the legs of a red haired boy towards Leo.

The boy looked down in shock as the others tried to get to Leo. He looked at Nico, and Nico winked, leaving the boy confused and red faced. He laughed in delight and ran a little further down the field, calling for the ball. The other team had a horrible manner of playing, every member swarming the ball rather than staying at their position and staying spread out. Leo kicked the ball hard toward another teammate who passed it to Nico.

The goal was so close. And only one defense. Nico started for it, his eyes set on the net. The crowd got louder, but Nico couldn’t hear them. He was too focused.

Before he knew it, a sharp, stinging pain shot up leg and he fell. The ball rolled ahead of him, slowing, as one of the other players walked away from Nico, not even going for the ball. Nico clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes shut. Immediately, his teammates came to check on him, the referee’s whistle pausing the game.

“Nico!” Leo shouted, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Nico growled.

“Other team got a yellow card. Penalty shot,” one of the teammates said.

“I’ll do it,” Nico said, trying to stand. But the second he put his foot down, his vision went white. “Ow!” he yelped.

“You’re not doing anything,” Leo said.

“Look, Valdez-”

“Hey, what happened?” a new voice said. Nico turned his head and his voice caught in his throat. A boy with sandy blond hair, falling around his face like waves and eyes bluer than the sky above them was looking at him and Leo. He wore white shorts and a white polo with the school logo on the pocket.

One of the medics for the game.

“He hurt his foot,” Leo said.

“No I didn’t, I’m fine,” Nico said, finding his voice again. “He kicked me, but I can still play.”

The medic smiled and Nico noticed he had freckles splattered along his cheeks. “Put your foot down,” he said. Nico growled but did as he was told, stumbling immediately. “Whoa, I got you,” he said, putting a firm grip on Nico’s arm. “You’re not playing the rest of the game,” he said. Nico glowered at him. “Pout all you want, Sunshine, it’s not happening.”

Nico’s eyes went wide as a few of his teammates snickered. Nobody talked to him like that. Ever. They were too intimidated by him. “What’s the hold up?” the ref said jogging up to them.

“His foot is hurt. He can’t play,” the blond medic said.

“I’ll take the shot,” Leo said.

“Don’t miss, Valdez,” Nico said in defeat. Leo nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Then the medic swung Nico’s arm over his shoulders and slid his arm around his torso. “What are you doing?” Nico asked in a panic.

“Helping you off the field?” the boy answered with a confused look. Nico blushed and looked away, limping and not saying anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the medic smirking.

Finally he seated him on the bench and another medic gave him a first aid kit. “Di Angelo,” the medic said. “Maybe you should change that number on your jersey.”

Nico rolled his eyes and pulled off his jersey. Now that he wasn’t running, it was incredibly hot. He glanced at the back of the shirt where his last name was stitched and his number beneath it- 13.

He looked back at the medic to respond, but was surprised to see him blushing and intently working on his ankle. Nico smiled to himself and stretched, noticing the blue eyes glance up his torso. When he noticed Nico looking at him, his eyes darted away and he cleared his throat.

“Thirteen is actually my lucky number,” Nico said with a smirk. “So what’s your name?”

“Will,” he answered softly, his drawling voice like warm honey. “Yours?”

“Nico,” he answered. “How’d you- ow!” he flinched as Will positioned his foot. Will shook his head in dismay, but a smile tugged at his lips. Nico tried again. “How’d you get to be a medic for the games?”

“I’m a nurse aid,” he answered. “And I’m also in med-micro, so….” He shrugged.

“So you’re like… a nurse’s nurse?” Will moved his foot again and Nico yelped. “I wasn’t being sarcastic!” he said with a huff. Will gave him a look. “Okay maybe I was.” Will rolled his eyes, but Nico smiled at him. “So you want to be a doctor?”

Will stood up and packed up the first aid kit. “It’s not broken,” he said. “But try to stay off it for at least three days. The other medic is talking to your dad now.”

“What? Wait!” Nico called, starting for him, but remembering his ankle. “Hey!” he said. Will turned back around and was once again at a loss for words. This hadn’t happened before. He was usually the one with the silver tongue, able to talk himself out of anything, insult and make it seem like a compliment, flirt and get what he wanted. But now, with those bright light blue eyes looking at him intently like nobody had before, he was suddenly mute. He just knew he didn’t want Will to go.

“Yes?” the freckled boy asked. He hadn’t stepped back toward Nico, but kept a safe distance.

“Um….” Nico rubbed his neck and bit his lip. Think! Say something! “Thanks. For fixing me up,” he finally said.

“Yeah, it’s kind of my job here,” Will answered, starting to turn back around.

“No don’t-” Nico called, before he was able to stop himself. Will turned back, just as shocked as Nico. He cleared his throat, but didn’t look away. If he did, Will might just bolt. “Um, I mean…. Oh, to hell with it. Look, I think you’re really cute and I kind of want to keep talking to you, but I have no idea what to say to make you stay or somehow give me your number.”

Will’s eyes went wide and his cheeks became as red and the ginger’s hair on the other team. Fuck, Nico thought to himself. He must have scared him off. But instead, Will took a small step toward him. “Uh, well I have to go tell your family what happened. And I’ll probably have other injuries to deal with for the rest of the game. I can’t stay.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows. “But if you stay after the game for a bit, once you’ve changed and have your phone back….” He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Yeah, okay,” Nico said with a smile. “Cool.”

“Yeah, cool,” Will said, trying not to smile. He turned away and Nico shifted his attention to the game.

He had never wanted a soccer game to end so badly in his life the way he did now.

fennix-fox  asked:

I love that story, and (if you don't mind) I was wondering if you could be so kind as to accept another request from me? I was wondering if you could write a story where the Heathers, JD, and Martha all go out to find things for Veronica's birthday? (Ram and Kurt could tag along too, because reasons.) Thank you!

HEck yeah I can write that! It sound so cute! Sorry this took so long, I had a bit of a depression episode but I’m feeling much better. Sorry and thanks for being patient with me. Enjoy the story!
Also I’ve seen the idea of Kurt, Ram and Martha being in a healthy poly relationship floating around. Idk who started it but credit goes to them! Send an ask if you find out so I can properly tag them! But I liked the idea and I saw a bunch of people using it so I thought I’d jump on the train hahaha
I saw it first on @we-killed-the-dinosaurs, IDK if they came up with it or somebody else did. I don’t want to take credit for anyone’s idea I just think it’s a really cute ship! Ahh I’m really nervous I’m ripping somebody off! Ignore me all the time and for always jajaja

“I think we should split up.” Mac broke in. “Me and Heather can go find a gift for Ronnie while Heather and JD go find a gift for Ronnie too. We can get it done fast.” She explained.

“As much as I don’t want to do anything with JD ever, Heather’s right.” Chandler put her hands on her hips and JD rolled his eyes. A fight ensued and Martha rolled her eyes, putting her purse over her shoulder. But she turned around when she heard voices behind her.

“Ask her!”

“No dude you ask her!” Martha turned around and saw Kurt and Ram fighting, over JD and Heather fighting.

“Hey guys, you good?” She asked, approaching the boys. Kurt and Ram scrambled to their feet and both tried blabbering something at the same time. “Woah, slow down.” Martha laughed and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Uh well we were just wonder…” Kurt started.

“Well Veronica’s birthday is coming up and Heather invited us to the party…” Ram continued. “She said it was gonna be wild but… we don’t really know what to get her…” He added, rubbing the back of his head.

“But you’ve been her best friend since diapers! So we thought maybe you’d wanna go shopping with us!” Kurt pushed his buddy out of the way and Ram rolled his eyes, yanking him back. They continued to bicker like an old married couple and Martha laughed.

“Sure, we were just all gonna go out shopping for her anyway, I’ll ditch the Heathers and take you guys around.” Martha joked. Kurt and Ram smiled big and high-fived each other.

When the group made it to the mall JD groaned and put his head in his hands. “I hate this place! What are you all shopping for!?” He shouted at the people. “Nobody even buys anything! You all just come here and walk around like zombies then go home!”

“JD shut up!” Chandler hissed at him. “We need to go find Ronnie the best present.” She grabbed the boy’s trench coat and pulled him along as the groups split up. Heather dragged him into a clothing store and began looking at all the dresses. “It has to be blue.” Heather began to go on and on. She continued to look and then saw JD just sort of was standing there. “Are you gonna find a gift for your girlfriend?” She demanded.

“Well… maybe I don’t…” JD looked confused. “I’m not really good at this. I mean… I know what she likes but I don’t know… you know?” He asked.

“No I don’t.” Heather crossed her arms.

“I mean I feel like no matter what I get her she’ll hate it, but she’ll pretend to like it so she doesn’t hurt my feelings and… she deserves something really great.” He sighed. “And I feel bad because I’m her boyfriend… I should know what she likes and stuff but I just feel lost with everything.” He continued. Heather bit her lip and took his hand.

“Come on.” She told him. JD let himself get pulled across the mall by the girl in red until they came to a little shop. “It’s okay that you don’t know what to get Ronnie as a gift. Boyfriends never do. That’s what girlfriends are for.” Heather smiled to herself and flipped her hair. She took JD into the small shop. “No matter what you get her, she’ll love it, but I think she’ll really like something like this.” Heather showed JD a shelf in the jewelry store. They were little necklaces with one small gem hanging from it.

“They look so simple.” JD smiled a bit, he liked simple.

“Ronnie really likes this stuff. They’re birthstones. And her birthstone is blue so that works for both of our standards.” Heather grinned.

“You really think she’ll like this?” He asked, unsure. Heather nodded.

“Yeah I do. She’s pointed it out for a while now. And see, you would have never known that if you didn’t ask for my help. You don’t need to know everything about Ronnie… you love her… and I guess you being a stupid boyfriend and a dumb nice person is enough… idiot.” Heather grumbled, deciding she was being too nice.

JD smiled a bit and asked for the store owner to get him the September birthstone necklace of Sapphire. He handed it to him in a little box and he paid. “She’s gonna look nice in this.” He grinned. “Th-thanks Heather…” He trailed off.

“No problem… Now enough about your dumb gift, I still need to find something better.”


“Oh look at this cute little box!” Martha exclaimed. Kurt and Ram looked over her shoulders. “You guys don’t get it, me and Ronnie shared a box just like this when we were kids! We put our barbie doll dresses in it.” Martha smiled at the memory.

“Hey! Let’s each get something to put in the box.” Kurt suggested.

“That’s a cute idea.” Martha smiled. Kurt blushed deeply and rubbed the back of his head.

“R-really… you think? It just sort of like… you know… came to me…” He blabbered. Martha giggled and went to another table in the East Meets West store, where they kept bracelets.

“I think I’m gonna get her this, because if I know JD, he’s getting her a blue necklace. So this will match.” Martha guessed perfectly. The boys were scrambling all over the store, trying to find something they could get her, but they were both having a hard time. “Hey guys, follow me. I think I have an idea.” Martha assured them. They paid for the box and bracelet and Martha took them to the store across the mall.

She walked in and handed the boys a mini-football. “A football? Does Ronia like football?” Kurt asked.

“No. But she LOVES her friends. I think you guys should both sign it like you do with the game ball, and give it to her. Even if she doesn’t like football, she’ll think that’s really sweet and love it. Because it’ll remind her of two of her friends.” Martha explained. “Like… Ronnie never liked princesses when we were little, but I loved them! And one year I gave her a princess doll… and she still has it…” Martha smiled to herself.

The boys nodded at each other and got the ball. “You got a marker?
Ram asked the man behind the counter. He nodded and handed them a marker with the Philadelphia Phillies logo on it. Kurt and Ram both signed it, then Ram tossed the marker and ball to Martha. She dropped them both and scrambled to pick them up. “W0why are you giving this to me? I-I don’t play.” She reminded.

“Yeah but you’re part if the team.” Kurt assured.

“No I’m not.” Martha reminded again.

“Not the football team, silly!” Ram corrected. “You’re part of OUR team, now sign the ball.” He told her. Martha smiled and signed the balled with hearts, Kurt signed it with a lewd picture, and Ram tried to draw a lightning strike, but it came out like a scribbly line.

“It’s perfect.”