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If there’s one positive thing to come from The Dalton Affair, it’s that it’ll have a steady supply of hilarious fuckups when it comes to F!Sam’s gender, I.e. the twins continuously calling her “dad” and no one else in the story reacting to it.
#there were more#I know that much#plus the story is very clearly M!sam coded#book three of the dalton affair#Addison comes back from the dead#‘you’ve stolen my husband!’#her husband: 👩🏻👩🏽👩🏾🦱#the dalton affair#choices the dalton affair#choices tda#sam dalton#choices stories you play#playchoices#choices stories we play#pixelberry#pixelberry studios#playchoices fandom#choices stories you play fandom#choices stories we play fandom
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blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹
(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!
Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.
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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.
You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.
"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.
"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."
"Bluebe-"
"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."
You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.
He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.
"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."
He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.
"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."
And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.
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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.
You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.
You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.
"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.
"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.
"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.
You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.
"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.
"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.
"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."
"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"
"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"
"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."
You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.
His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.
"I need to go, Sal."
You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.
"I'll see you around, Blueberry."
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#sally face#sally face x reader#sal fisher x reader#sal fisher x y/n#sal fisher#enemies to lovers#sally face x you
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The Other Torres
Pairing: Addison Montgomery x Reader
Summary: Callie introduces you to one of her doctor friends when you come to visit her in Seattle.
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WC: 916
Washington was a long ways away from Florida. In fact, it was just about the farthest place from where you had grown up. You understood why Callie wanted to get as far away from family as she could. They were shitty about a lot of things, but a part of you wished that your sister had picked an easier place for you to come visit. There wasn't much in Seattle for you to do, especially with the dark and dreary weather. Still, you wouldn't have wanted to spend your Christmas vacation anywhere else with anybody else in the world. Especially not after hearing about your sister's short-lived marriage and the circumstances of her divorce.
"Damn, this is a nice hospital," you said as you looked around the lobby. Callie rolled her eyes at your reaction, having expected it. The two of you were very alike, but also wildly different at the same time. Callie had always made it her job essentially to look after you, which didn't always go the way either of you hoped it would. You were the black sheep of the family and a wild card, always getting yourself into some sort of trouble. For years, your parents had begged you to get your act cleaned up, but eventually they just stopped trying to reason with you. They had kicked you out, but Callie gave you a enough money for a plane ticket anywhere in the world you wanted to go with the promise that you'd genuinely try to find a career to pursue. Because of her, you were now taking photographs for magazines, art galleries, and a plethora of high playing clients.
"Don't sound so surprised, you're not the only Torres capable of making something of herself," Callie teased. You would never have insinuated that on purpose. Callie had been the one to teach you how to get the things you wanted out of life. If not for her, you'd have probably been stuck in Miami on some asshole's party boat or dead. "Come on, I have friends I want you to meet."
"You made friends, plural?" you joked. Callie punched your shoulder as the two of you walked into the elevator. The two of you walked around the hospital together, and Callie pointed out all sorts of little things to you. You were introduced to a few doctors and nurses who apparently weren't the friend Callie wanted you to meet. Callie seemed really excited about this person, which made you think they were more than just a friend. Finally, Callie stopped at the OB wing of the hospital and walked you right back into an office.
"Addison, do you have a minute?" Callie asked the woman sitting at her desk. You clammed up a bit the second that you laid eyes on this woman. You swore that you had seen her before, but you couldn't be completely certain. She looked familiar, but then again, she easily could have just been the woman of your dreams. "I want you to meet my sister, Y/n."
"Y/n Torres," you said as you held your hand out. \\"Addison Montgomery," she introduced herself. The two of you shook hands before Addison sat back down in her chair. "What brings you to Seattle?"
"Right now I'm just visiting my sister, but maybe if I'm lucky there will be something for me to shoot up here. I haven't spent much time on the west coast," you answered. Callie seemed to be watching you and Addison like she was waiting for something, but you couldn't tell what she expected out of this yet. "I hear it's beautiful over here."
"It can be. Are you a photographer?" Addison asked. You nodded as you picked at the bottom of your jacket sleeve. "Where do you do most of your work?"
"New York, it's practically my home at this point, but there have been some Los Angeles galleries reaching out lately." You could see the proud look on Callie's face as she heard about the work you were getting. It was sweet, even if you did think it was a bit embarrassing to think about her gushing to her coworkers about her baby sister's art. "I'd love to open a gallery of my own one day."
"Callie, I told you that in confidence!" Addison exclaimed as she threw a pen at your sister. Callie looked way too proud of herself for your liking, which was when you decided to speak up.
"What's going on here?" you asked them.
"It's nothing," Addison said quietly.
"Addison wants to ask you out because she saw you at a gallery years ago when she was still married and was really into you. Like, Mark still jokes about it sometimes," Callie answered. You hummed as you turned back to Addison. "But she's too big of a baby to actually ask you out."
"I don't know any good restaurants in Seattle, but I'd be willing to foot the bill if you wanted to take me somewhere," you said.
"That's Y/n's way of telling you that she doesn't make the first move," Callie interjected. You swatted at your sister without taking your eyes off of Addison. She looked contemplative, but you could see the exact moment when she decided that she was taking this shot.
"That sounds lovely, I'll come pick you up from Callie's later tonight." You nodded as Callie pulled you out of Addison's office, not wanting you to go meet her situationship partner.
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Fallout
Pairing: Jay Mills x female reader
Words: 2,955
Warnings: Stab wound on hand. Bandaging and dressing of wound. Description of injection of antibiotics by needle. Swearing.
Summary: New to Bear Lake as a nurse working at the local clinic, you have the pleasure of taking on Jay Mills as one of your patients, taking it upon yourself to see that his hand heals properly following the aftermath of the destruction left behind by Liza and Addison, hoping to gain the trust of the boxer trying to get his head and heart in order.
A/N: This will be a series and will include smut in the upcoming chapters (yay!) I've fallen head over heels for this character and he deserves so much better than the shit he got in that slightly disturbing film so, here we go!
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The town was described as small, welcoming and charming. It was definitely all of those things, but also hinted at being stuffy, dead, and incredibly boring. Most of the people you met were friendly and genuinely kind; having carried on their small town morals for generations and truly wouldn't say a bad thing about anyone, but there were still a majority who looked at you like your presence would strip their quaint and familiar hometown of all it was good for and taint it with your 'big city' bullshit.
You promised yourself again that you would make the most of it and see what would come of your move, trying to embrace such a change in your life and take a step back to simply breathe and let be; to allow time and the peace and quiet of the North heal your heart and mind.
"Deb, it says this Jay Mills has missed his appointment twice in a row," you questioned the older receptionist, watching her through a squint as she tilted her head to see through her thick glasses better as you passed her the missing man's chart.
"Oh, yeah," she said with a roll of her eyes, pressing the paperwork back into your hand before she sighed and looked back at her computer. "I don't think we'll be seeing Mr. Mills again at this point. He's gone nomad, turned into a hermit after the incident at his parent's farm."
When you didn't react to her answer, she swiveled in her chair and looked up at you, folding her hands in her lap as if you were the cause of this and her frustration.
"You know, the crazy brother and sister who robbed the casino and killed off nearly half of our troopers? Jay was mixed up in it. That crazy girl had a hold on him… poor boy had so much potential..." With a wave of her hand she turned her back to you, leaving you with more questions than you started with as you tucked his chart behind the stack of other ones in your hand and went back to your station.
The clinic was small, far different than the hospital you were used to on the outskirts of Detroit, but after having been run ragged as a critical care nurse for a few years, you decided it was best to lean into the change and find enjoyment over seeing to the minor ailments of the folks who inhabited this small town. After going through the rest of the charts in your pile and completing all your notes for the patients you had seen that day, all that was left was Jay Mills, and rereading the notes scribbled by the last nurse who saw him five days ago, his absence didn't sit well with you.
"Acute, localized infection between the index and middle finger on left hand…" you mumbled to yourself, speaking to no one as you wondered why he wouldn't come back if his hand was in such a bad state.
They had prescribed him antibiotics from the get-go for the knife injury, but if the wound itself wasn't being properly cleaned and dressed, it would only get worse and would risk sepsis, not to mention if he was off alone and over-using the hand. You lifted up the page with the exam notes to glance at the personal information listed on the one below: his age, height, weight and brief history all there, along with his last known address and phone number. He was two years older than you, and the previous physical examinations he had done were a requirement for professional boxing with everything coming back that he was a healthy, well fit man.
A note indicating that he had since moved to Detroit not long after his last visit was jotted down in red, making you wonder just how far apart you had been in the south of the state and how interesting it was to find yourself in close proximity again without even knowing who he was.
You picked up the receiver of the phone and held it against your cheek with your shoulder, punching in the numbers until the call went through and started ringing. You tapped your pen on the edge of your desk as you waited, hoping to get a hold of the rogue patient who was now assigned to you.
"Hello?" a woman's voice answered.
"Hi there, would I be able to speak with Jay, please?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, he's not here," she began to explain. "May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm a nurse reaching out from the Bear Lake Medical Clinic, apparently Jay has been missing his appointments…"
The woman sighed, and you immediately were able to assume this was his mother.
"Yes, I’m so sorry, he's gone out to the cottage and I'm afraid he isn't planning on coming back into town any time soon. I know his hand wasn't in good shape…"
The worry in her voice made your heart ache for her, and looking again at his age, you sighed at wondering when sons would ever stop causing their mothers grief and what really happened to this man to make him become a recluse.
She happily gave you his cell number and address of the cottage and wished you luck in getting a hold and getting through to him, the plea in her words as she thanked you making you silently vow to try your hardest to make sure he was okay.
After a night of tossing and turning, you thought over your options while brewing your coffee, your yawns interrupting your thoughts just as your thoughts had interrupted your sleep. You wouldn't know the guy if you tripped over him, and yet something about his situation and lack of regard for his health nagged at you unlike any case had before, and you knew you either needed to let it go or see to it yourself in order to ease your persistent mind.
Taking your last sip of coffee that was brewed too strong and too bitter, you decided if you weren't able to get a hold of Jay or if he didn't miraculously turn up at the clinic, that you would drive out to his cottage with the necessary supplies, knowing you would be unable to ease your mind otherwise.
As you continued on with your rushed morning routine, you kept glancing at your phone, half tempted to simply Google every article about the now-infamous incident that disrupted the quiet of Bear Lake, but ultimately let it be, having come this far without having the media taint your views on things here, always preferring to make your judgements and learn about things from your patients and neighbours.
Hours into your shift and just as you had thought, his phone either rang until it went to voicemail or was cut off after the first ring, and although you were sure by now he would have blocked the number, at least you knew he wasn't dead. You even tried calling from your personal phone, hoping he would pick up from an unknown number, but he proved his determination to ignore the outside world to be resilient and neglected that attempt as well.
"Hey, Deb? I'm planning to head off early this afternoon, I have a house call that's a bit of a ways away and I don't want to be driving in the dark with all these bloody deer around and some snow on the way."
She turned her head, cocking an eyebrow at you before her expression turned more suspicious.
"Are you heading out to see the Mills boy?"
"Yes, I really feel it needs to be addressed and this wound could-"
Deb cut you off by holding up her hand, her eyes casting back down to the files on her desk as she started sorting through them again. "I wasn't asking, just be careful."
You smiled before turning and heading to the supply room to gather everything you would need, beginning to think how the personalities of these small town dwellers were starting to grow on you.
You disliked winter on a good day, and cursed it for being even more unbearable this far up north, your drive down the lesser traveled back roads suitable for anything other than your car.
It was beautiful, you would give it that, the snow clinging heavily onto the branches of the pines that had seen more sun rises and moons than you ever would, and you started to accept why someone going through hard times would escape to somewhere so remote and untouched.
The sun was starting to hug the tops of the trees, and with the light quickly fading and still forty minutes left in your drive, you turned the dial up on the volume of your stereo and began singing along to your favourite songs to help calm you.
Finally, and with no deer sightings, you were on the narrow, winding road that led you straight to the Mills’ cottage, the trees thickening the closer you got, but still able to catch a glimpse of where they opened up for the frozen lake sitting beside it.
An older extended cab Ford pickup sat in front of the cozy looking cabin, the gray, two-toned paint covered in a decent layer of snow.
You grabbed your bag out of the back seat and steeled yourself with a deep breath that was sharp on your lungs from how cold the air was, your boots crunching in the unshoveled snow as you made your way to the door of the seemingly well-kept cottage.
Knocking on the door, you inhaled again, this time capturing the comforting smell of a wood-burning fire as you readied yourself for a possibly-irate and unwelcoming patient, but it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before.
The wood door opened a crack, enough to reveal a gorgeous, but wearied and suspicious face on the other side. Piercing blue eyes, closely shaved, blond hair and some growing wheat coloured scruff around his mouth made up the leery looking man before you.
With no time for you to speak first, he nodded, "Who the hell are you?"
You gave your name and explained your intentions as quickly as you could in fear he would shut the door in your face, holding up your bag of supplies while flashing your badge on your lanyard with your other hand.
"I'm fine," he said pointedly, looking past you like he was checking no one else was with you. "This is harassment and a breach of your duties," he explained roughly, his defenses already up. "I'll call the cops."
"Will you?" you asked boldly, assuming he wouldn't and not at all put off by his threats.
His lips thinned as he tucked them between his teeth and looked at the ground before looking back up at you with annoyance.
"Jay, I really think you should just let me take a look at your hand."
You tried to remain as neutral as possible, happy your thrumming pulse was hidden beneath your scarf as you assessed his size and stature, your cheeks flushing and not because of the cold.
He opened the door roughly with his good hand, allowing you to pass through despite the look on his face expressing his displeasure at the situation, "I swear if you called me one more fucking time…"
"What? What would you do?" you asked, maintaining eye contact with him and his eyes that were impossibly beautiful despite the hurt that showed in them while you set your bag on the kitchen table and started to unpack everything.
The cottage was warm, but not warm enough to warrant the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his skin an ashy tone, and you reached for your thermometer, having already noted his shallow breathing and quick heart rate hammering in his neck.
"How long has it been since you finished the antibiotics?" you asked, aware he should be through the prescribed dosage if he bothered taking them all.
"Three days," he said, but with uncertainty, his words more a guess than a definitive answer.
You drew up a dose in a syringe, using your foot to push out a chair for him to sit.
He hesitated a moment before huffing out a sigh and walking over, and you could feel his gaze burn you when he sat.
"Are you a doctor?"
"Nurse," you simply stated, glancing down at him as you tapped bubbles out of the syringe by flicking your nail against it. Placing it on the table, you reached for your thermometer, holding it up to his mouth where he gave you another reluctant stare.
"I have other places I can put it instead."
His mouth opened, giving you a glimpse of a full set of nice, white teeth and a smooth tongue that made you swallow and feel like your own was too big, his eye contact making your confident disposition break away ever so slightly.
You did your best to look at anything but him and his full lips pressed around the thermometer, but you couldn't help but trace the outline of them with your eyes, transfixed with their shape and alluring shade of pink.
Clearing your throat as the thermometer beeped, you pulled it from his mouth and frowned at the number displayed on the small screen.
As you had assumed, he was running a low-grade fever, and just from your glimpses around the place, you knew he wasn't taking it easy and resting. The fire in the stove was freshly stoked with a whole pile of chopped wood beside it, making you wonder just how much time and energy was spent doing it with only one good hand.
"Pull your arm out, please," you instructed, nodding at his upper arm clad in a hoodie and another long-sleeve shirt underneath.
He did as he was told, still without looking away from you, while you did your best not to take notice of his muscular upper body that was now exposed to you.
You took an alcohol swab and wiped the injection site on his bicep, seeing his cheek flinch out of the corner of your eye as he clenched his teeth. As gently as possible with knowing how much discomfort he was already in, you eased the needle into his skin and slowly pressed down on the plunger with your thumb.
He breathed out, seeming to relax slightly at your careful hand as he likely expected you to jab it in unceremoniously, his eyes casting down to his hands sitting in his lap.
"Let's take a look at that hand," you said, to yourself more than him.
Without a word he placed his left hand on the table, palm side up, and allowed you to unwrap the soiled bandage.
You frowned at the state of it, but sparing him the lecture, you set to work on cleaning and treating it.
"What do you do for work?" you asked, always appreciating idle talk while you focused.
"I was a boxer."
You hummed and felt your eyebrows raise on your forehead, thinking how he wouldn't likely be boxing anytime soon - if ever again - after this injury.
"Was?"
"I stopped before this happened," he explained. "Not by choice."
You looked up at him, pausing your hands for a moment.
"I was in jail."
You frowned and shrugged your shoulders slightly, not fazed by his admission, having dealt with your fair share of all sorts of people from all different walks of life, the injuries you often treated caused by something illegal.
You finished your job and began to pack up, instructing him how to properly care for things and that it would need to be checked again in a few days at the most.
"You're driving back tonight?" he asked, his expression finally switching to concern from being constantly defensive and untrusting.
“Well I'm not staying here,” you smiled, trying to make light while pointing out his icy hosting skills.
One side of his mouth turned upward ever so slightly, bringing out creases on his cheek that flanked it, and he looked up at you after turning over his hand to check out the fresh bandages wrapped around it.
“No, I guess not.”
"Start taking these tomorrow," you said through a sigh, slamming a pill bottle on the table in front of him. "With food, three times a day." You pulled out another container and set it with equal force down beside the other one, "And these if you need them for pain. Don't be a hero."
He breathed out deeply, leaning his bare torso back against his chair and you gathered he wasn't too keen about your comment and assumption that someone like him was too tough for even a mild pain medication.
“I'll be back around 7:00 on Thursday after my shift. Try to keep from using it and please call me at the clinic if anything gets worse.”
You slugged the strap of your bag over your shoulder and started to walk toward the door, pausing and turning back to him to add another thought, having changed your mind.
“Actually, just call my cell if you need anything,” you blurted out casually, as if you were telling your friend to hit you up if they needed you, still feeling worried he would do something to hinder the healing. “Since you have the number in your history of missed calls…”
"Yeah, okay," he reluctantly agreed, remaining seated as you opened the door and saw yourself out with one final look back at him before you closed it behind you, a faint smile tugging at both of your lips.
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Part 2
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Snippet Sunday
Tagged by @cr-noble-writes. Thank you!!
Tagging @bioticbooty, @shadesofmauve, @pigeontheoneandonly, @laelior, @crescentbunny and anyone else who feels so inclined, no obligations!
From Mezzo.
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Shepard lets go and takes a step back. Something red flashes in his eyes, eerily reminiscent of staring down Sovereign’s main gun. We rebuilt him, Lawson had told him. Like Shepard was a drive core that could be taken apart and put back together. The Two Billion Credit Man.
By comparison, Joker’s bone weave procedure had been a hell of a bargain. In addition to the Hero of the Citadel, you can also have a fucked-up pilot of your very own for a fraction of the price!
The Alliance hadn’t thought that was much of a deal. They wouldn’t even pay for the bone weave. Nice to know your life pencils better if you just ally yourself with terrorists. If Cerberus really wants to bump up their recruiting numbers, all they really need to do is lead with the health plan.
“The Illusive Man said he had a pilot I could trust,” Shepard says.
“He may have been exaggerating. My track record isn’t great.”
I killed you. But here you are, alive. You, and my ship.
Shepard stares at him with that ice gaze, like he’s processing something and the gears got caught.
Coming back from the dead probably makes you think about a few things. Joker wouldn’t know. He hadn’t died. Because Shepard had done it in his place.
Why do you always have to be such a fucking savior?
“How did you get here?” Shepard asks finally. “Did you know about…whatever this is?” He nods out the window, at the silent, sleek Normandy that’s just as new and perfect as the one that had set out for Eden Prime three years ago. Like everything Joker wrought had been forgotten.
“Yeah,” Joker says with a nod. It was their biggest selling point. It…and you.
“This has to be bullshit. The Normandy is the only stealth frigate online. The Ain Jalut isn’t scheduled for shakedown for months. It’s—”
“Ain Jalut’s been flying for over a year now,” Joker says, guts twisting into a knot. And they didn’t put me at the helm. “Three more are in production now, last I heard. No idea how Cerberus got the specs, but she’s definitely an SR. I toured the ship this morning.”
And it had felt like coming home.
Except, instead of Pressly grouching about relay vectors from the CIC and Addison Chase gossiping about Felawa while Joker ran calcs, a disembodied AI calmly answered all of his questions.
If you can’t beat the enemy, join them, Joker supposes. Just throw in a few cushy upgrades like leather seats and a tricked-out lounge, and no one will notice the missing people Cerberus didn’t resurrect.
The ones whose lives didn’t pencil.
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Glimmer 26/? Billy Butcher fic
Thank you so so so much for still reading ♥ Please leave a comment if you're able!
Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality
Billy Butcher Masterlist
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Chapter 26
Addison let out a heavy sigh as she fumbled to get her key in her apartment door. She finally managed to slide it in, shuffling into her loft warily and pushing the door shut behind her. She felt like she barely had the energy to do even that. She rubbed at her forehead then let her arms fell to her sides and she dropped her bag to the hardwood floor without a second thought.
"Fuck," she groaned under her breath, glancing toward her bathroom. A hot shower was desperately needed but there was no way she could manage it.
Addison slumped to sit on her bed, pulling off her boots, then her jacket and shirt, her mind losing focus completely.
Suddenly the rising sun glinted off a nearby high-rise and through the window, slanting across her face and it broke her out of her stupor. She had no idea how long she'd even been sitting there. Sighing again, she managed to stand and find a loose tank top and some shorts to change in to and then she fell back into bed, sound asleep within moments.
When she woke again it was dark and she was barely conscious even as she got up for a drink of water and headed to her bathroom after. She forced herself to take a shower but as she finished she felt even more exhausted than she had when she'd come home. She pulled the same tank top and shorts on and climbed back into bed. Part of her wished Billy was there to hold her but she was asleep again before she could even really linger on the thought.
Addison didn't wake when the sun rose and began to set again.
She didn't wake at the sound of soft footfalls outside her door.
And she didn't wake when her loft started to fill with gas.
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Butcher cursed out loud as he called Addison's phone then cursed again as it went straight to voicemail once more. The sound of her voice on the message made his heart clench with desperation and anguish.
He hung up and called MM next.
"How the fuck would I know where she is, Butcher?" MM answered angrily. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?"
"Addi ain't answering her fuckin' phone and I wanna know what the bleedin' hell is goin' on," he growled back.
"Listen, Butcher, you need to get it together man. I told you she would be pissed as hell. She probably blocked your ass."
Billy rubbed his hand over his jaw before his shoulders slumped and he dropped his chin. "No," he shook his head and a new feeling of cold dread washed over him. How he wished that were the case. "I know that ain't it, MM. She gave me her word. Her phone's always charged. If she were going to block me she woulda just said so. Somethin's gone south."
"Fucking hell man…" MM gave a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll meet you at her place but it's only to keep her from killing you."
MM was waiting outside Addi's apartment building when Billy pulled up and another swell of dread and guilt rushed through him. He knew then that MM cared more about them then Billy ever would have guessed to have gotten to her place so quickly.
When Butcher met him on the sidewalk, his friend must've seen something in his eyes, because he nodded, serious now, before he finally spoke. "We'll find her, Butcher. I promise. She'll be okay."
Billy's phone rang though before they even got to the elevator and his hand trembled when he saw it was Mallory.
"Yeah," he answered gruffly.
"William. They have her address. Her apartment number."
His heart stopped dead. "I'm here now. I'll call ya back."
He would fucking kill anyone that even thought of getting near her but in the back of his mind he knew it was already too late.
MM read the expression on his face and together they rushed to her. The door was just barely ajar and Butcher swore as he shoved it open, pulling his gun out. Remnants of the gas still lingered in the air, and both him and MM pulled their shirts up over their mouth and nose to help block it out.
Her blankets were strewn across the floor and he could see even from the doorway Addison wasn't in the bathroom or on the balcony. It felt like his heart was racing and stuttering to a stop all at once and he felt sick with grief. If anything… if she…
"Stay here and cover me," MM said. It would be no good to have them both go into the apartment in case there was enough of the chemical left in the air to knock them out. Billy kept one eye on the hallway and one on MM, but after a moment MM shook his head. No Addison and not a clue to who had taken her.
Back in the hallway, MM called Mallory to let her know what happened. She told them to come in to her office and ordered a team to take their place, to search for any more evidence and check the security tapes.
Billy felt like he was in a fog. He would slaughter everyone in this city if that's what it took to get her back, and if she was already gone he'd do it anyway.
But then MM laid a hand on his shoulder and Butcher forced himself to take a breath as he met his friend's gaze. That wasn't what Addison would want. He had to hold himself together for her, if for nothing else. At least he would fucking try. For now.
They sat in a room at the CIA office downtown for what felt like hours, combing through every shred of information they had. Mallory wouldn't let Billy near the guy they brought in the night before. Probably for the better because he felt like he could rip the cunt apart with his bare hands. But he truly didn't seem to know anymore anyway.
A rage unlike any he'd felt in a long time was starting to bubble up inside of him and Billy felt like he was going to fucking explode. "Fucking hell," he growled, standing as he finished reading the same notes for the third time and he sent his chair flying across the room to crash into the wall. MM didn't even flinch, but he did look up.
"I've gotta get out of this fuckin' building, MM. I need to be lookin' for her."
"Butcher - " MM stood but just then the door opened and Mallory came in. Billy half expected her to call him out for the chair, but her face was ashen, her eyes wide.
"We received a text on Andrews' phone. It's a link. I think it's a live feed..." she jerked her head down the hall.
They followed her to another room with screens plastered over the wall, and Grace nodded her head at a technician, who started typing then glanced up to the big screen in the middle.
It was dark at first, hard to make anything out. "What the holy fuck is this?" Butcher snarled.
Grace started to speak but was cut off when a dim light finally flicked on in the picture of the video feed, pointed to the middle of the room. Addison was tied with her hands above her head, hanging from the ceiling and slumped over, barely coherent, barely able to stand, ragged, dirty and bruised.
"Get a location on this feed!" Mallory barked. Butcher stepped closer as if he would be able to see more. Then a figure appeared just barely in frame, still swathed in darkness with a low dark laugh to match.
He came closer to Addison, closer to the light. He was thin, tall, wearing a black suit and a full black ski mask over his face. He lifted his hand and the light glinted off the shiny metal of a knife. He put the tip under her chin, lifting it so she was facing the camera.
She moaned, trying to open her eyes and the man laughed again, then trailed the tip of the knife down over the flat of her chest, a thin line of red appearing in its wake. "This is gonna be fun," he laughed again.
Butcher exploded, spinning around and roaring to Mallory, MM, the entire room. "If anything - ANYTHING happens to her I fucking swear I will BURN this entire fucking city to the ground!"
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Chapter 27
If you have time to let me know your thoughts or even the tiniest comment it would make my whole year!
If you have any asks for Billy and Addision, anything for any time period I would LOVE that! Let me know!
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21 - Lehnsherr Revenge
Part 22
Battle of Heart and Mind
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Shrugging on a red leather jacket paired with a gray tea shirt and dark blue jeans with boots. Tying my hair in a French braid going down my back I just stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. “The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.”
Ryder’s words were still buzzing around in my mind. Lowering a hand to my stomach I felt tears welling in my eyes thinking of my baby. Gripping the sink underneath my fingertips I sucked in a sharp and shaky breath hearing footsteps come across the creaky wooden floor. “Addison?”
“I just need a minute, Erik.” I tremble out a response with him standing in the doorway wearing a different change of clothes like me.
His gaze lifted up from the floor watching me. “Take your time. I just got the twins in the car.”
“Did you tell Charles we are dropping them off?” My eyes held focus on the mirror. Dropping one hand to my stomach I gripped the fabric of my shirt between my fingers still feeling the baby in me even though that wasn't the case.
My husband stepped up behind me unsure what the right thing was to do for me. Anyway he still wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Don't worry about that right now. Besides, he's a telepath. He'll figure it out.”
“I never thought this would happen to us. I…I never had a reason to want those people dead. Until they…they killed our baby.” Spinning my body around to face his front I couldn't stop the tears when I looked him in the eye.
He was no stranger to harsh and personal loss, but I was. My father Shaw and I weren't really close but this baby was a part of me. “Addi, come here. We're gonna be okay.”
“How are we going to be okay?” I sobbed into his shirt clutching the fabric in between my fingers.
Erik remained silent, unsure how to answer. “I'm not sure yet. But we'll figure it out.” The pair just remained holding one another until they both believed it was out of their system at least for a few hours until something triggered the horrible memory again.
The drive to the factory wasn't far from our house. Erik put the car in park looking into the backseat at the twins. “You have to be good and do exactly what you're mother tells you too. Do you understand?”
“Yes daddy.” Astraea nodded.
Ryder gave a thumbs up. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure you want to do this still, Addison?” Erik shifted in his seat sending her a weak look.
Reaching across the dash I intertwined my hand in his. “They deserve it, Erik.” We got out of the car and slowly walked into the factory. Erik closed the metal door with his mind causing everyone to turn their attention towards the two of us.
“Some of you spoke to the police... about what you believe you witnessed here yesterday. You want to know my powers... know who I am... see what I can do? I'll show you.” Erik began speaking, never removing my hand from his. “Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Son….unborn child Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.”
One of the workers spoke. “Henryk, please. Don't do this.”
“My name isn't Henryk. My name is Magneto…Addison.” He answered him back watching me step forward turning our hands red taking his power.
Stepping forward away from him, my hands clutching into fists at my sides. “Invidia!” Raising my hands out in front of me and shooting my power towards the men.
The workers grabbed their heads crying out when the metal helmets they wore began crunching around their heads. I waved one of my hands, launching them up into the air and then slammed them down into the ground. The metal wires coming up out of the dirt, wrapping around them. Erik watched me with a smirk on his face making the men who wronged us both suffer.
“Who the fuck are you?” Erik could feel someone standing behind us so he glanced over his shoulder coming to see a guy with dark blue skin and covered in warriors type armor.
“I’m here for you.” The stranger answered.
Erik quickly turned his head telling me to run. “Get out of here. I’ll find you if he can be trusted.” Bolting out of the factory to the car I ran out of there with the kids in the backseat asleep. The drive was long before Erik texted me saying we should go along with the stranger and whatever plan he had.
Parking the car in the driveway of the school I nudged each twin, waking them up. Holding my hands with the two I walked them inside in search of Xavier’s main office. Some kids ran past us before I saw a wheelchair go into one of the rooms telling me where he was. Entering the office room the familiar professor lifted his head up from the papers he had scattered on the desk. “Addi! Astraea, Ryder. It’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting a visit.”
“Sorry to just drop in unannounced. We weren’t exactly planning on coming without telling you beforehand.” I apologized to my friend.
Charles raised a hand not offended. “Don’t apologize, love. Is Erik with you too?”
“Mommy left him at his work.” Ryder piped up standing by his twin sister.
Charles knitted his brows. “I’m afraid I’m not following.”
“Kiddos, how about you go to your rooms here and get settled while I talk with your uncle Charles. I’ll find you before we get some food.” Bending down on a knee I pushed the kids out the door so we could talk privately. I didn’t wish for them to know what was really going on.
Once the office door was shut Charles spoke up. “Addi, please tell me what is going on.” I knew he could read my mind to know the answer but he was still polite about it.
“I was pregnant, Charles. Until I lost it.” I sniffed through some heavy tears that had begun falling down my face.
Charles raised a hand to his mouth. “Oh Addi. I’m so sorry. How…how did it happen if you don’t mind me asking?”
“A handful of policemen were killed by Erik after one of them accidentally fired an arrow into my stomach. I…I lost it a few seconds after I pulled the arrow out.” I sniffed wrapping my arms around myself for comfort.
Charles rolled up closer to me in his wheelchair. “But you’re perfectly fine now. How is that possible?”
“Ryder can heal people. He is a mutant like we were speculating. He actually has more than one ability.” I trailed off tucking hair behind my ear. “He can sense other mutants…the baby would have been one is what he told me and Erik.”
Charles tilted his head grasping my freehand in his giving me a soft look. “Addi, my love. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. But I came here to ask you a favor.”
He answered without hesitation. “Ask me anything.”
“Could you watch the twins for a little while. Erik and I have some things to take care of but I don’t want them being around us while we finish our tasks.” I questioned the telepath professor.
He nodded in agreement. “Of course I can. In fact there’s no one in your old room. You can spend the night here if you wish before you return back to him.”
“I appreciate that. Thanks.” I squeezed his hand seperaing to go find my old room while he returned to grading his students papers. Night had come down on the old Xavier mansion faster than ever in my opinion. I had settled the twins down to sleep over an hour ago. Laying down underneath the covers of the bed I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand. Picking up my phone I saw that Erik had texted me the details of the strange man.
Erik - He wants to have us both help him with his plans. How are the kids
Me - They are asleep now. I’ll make the drive back there tomorrow.
Erik - He says that he has someone who can locate you for him. Just stay at the house and we’ll come in.
Me - sounds suspicious. Just make sure he won’t hurt our kids
Erik - will do, Addison. Love you
Me - love you too
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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# ⌒ PARANOID MURDERER
𖥦 ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ you felt so paranoid and you felt like the more you live the more your skull feels like it’ll crack… to which it did.
★ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) › sal fisher x m!reader — angsty, sexual activity, sally face and deltarune crossover.
characters are aged up to 17-19.
takes place in pre-the bologna incident.
this’ll be a series, so stay toned!
this’ll also probably be on wattpad so check my account out when it comes out! @/-ROKIR0K1
cw: gore, violence, murder, paranormal activity, sexual activity.
★ addison apartment…
you gasped and sat up with sweat dripping down your face, you clutched your sweater where your heart was as your pupils darted everywhere in your darkened room.
you recalled what happened in your dream— er, nightmare. it was like recalling a genocide but worst… it was you creating it. you were holding a bloodied knife as you glanced down the bloodied hallway where your classmates dead bodies were.
you went on a mass murder. you were a murderer.
you sighed in relief when you realized you were real, picking up your phone, you dialled sal not expecting him to pick up, “m/n? are you okay? why’d you call me at 3:00am?” you exhaled a shaky breath.
“is… is it okay if i come over?” you heard shuffling, anxiety surfacing, “yeah, sure. why though?” you gulped as you stood up, pulling your socks up and putting on your shoes. heading towards the elevator and pressing floor 4, you were on floor 2.
you knocked on 402, the door unlocking and opening revealing sal with his usually prosthetic mask, “hi.” “hi.” you glanced behind him, seeing his TV on and his cat laying on his couch.
you squealed when his cat, gizmo, hopped down, walking towards you and rubbing his head on your leg and purring.
“i always forget that gizmo loves you more then me.” you saw his eyes crescent expressing that he was smiling, you chuckled at the cats antics as sal let you in. “so, why’d you call me at 3 am?” he hummed.
“um, nightmares.” you answered, nervously scratching your neck with small bits of sweat rolling down your face, “oh, you’re still… having them.” sal said rubbing my back in comfort as i lad my head on his shoulder.
“can i stay with you?” i questioned before realizing what i had said, “w-wait, i didn’t—i mean—i just…” i sighed in defeat as i continued to lay on his shoulder in embarrassment.
“pfft— yeah, you can stay with me.” sal snickered as i groaned and titled to the left and falling on my side, “i hate you.” i mumbled as he laughed. “you sure?” i nodded making him gasp dramatically.
“my own bestfriend.” friend… i’ll always be that way towards him.
he isn’t gay, he’s into ash not you.
as the night wandered off, the two of you teasing each other, you wondered… was that nightmare a sign? or was it all just in your head?
★ 7:43 am…
addison apartment…
you yawned, hearing the distant chatter of the TV. you glanced at sal’s clock realizing it was 7:43 but also realizing it was a sunday, “fart knuckles.” you sighed and leaned back on the couch as you heard sal’s soft snores.
you didn’t realize the blood dripping from your mouth, so when you felt something drop onto your hand almost jumping up when you realized it was blood, “it’s you.” you fell off the couch, dragging the shared blanket with you.
“fuck!—“ you screeched before covering your mouth, thank god sal was in a deep slumber today, you sighed in relief as your heart raced from the sudden voice.
you heard a maniac like giggle, “oh… it’s just you.” you said as you saw a familiar brown haired and red eyes demon, “hi kris.” they waved at you, “how’s life treating you?” he whispered.
you shrugged, “i don’t know, i keep having nightmares about me carrying a bloodied knife.” kris tensed up, “oh.” you scratching your head and fixed your position making you sit against the couch.
“i’m not THAT concerned.” you said before tensing up when you heard sal move in his sleep and sit up making kris dissolve in thin air, “m/n, i’m surprised you woke up before me.” he lightly chuckled, his voice raspy.
you chuckled, “it’s always been you who would wake up early.” he yawned and ruffled his blue hair, “oh shit, i’m sorry.” you realized he wasn’t wearing his mask, his hair was the only thing covering his face.
“no, it’s fine…” he trailed off and you…
TO BE CONTINUED!!
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Favorite books I read in 2023
I saw @asaara-writes missing my book posts, and looked back through my tags, and indeed I haven't done any in a while.
Also I seem to have kind of gotten out of the habit of posting on tumblr at all? I'm not sure what's up with that, I am definitely here pretty much every day!
It looks like I talked about books in some meme responses at Christmas, so let's go with:
THINGS CLIO READ: 2023 EDITION
Here are brief notes on things I read and enjoyed (not a complete list of things I have read this year):
Fonda Lee, Jade Legacy: Sequel to Jade City and Jade War and concludes the trilogy, and what a conclusion! The world and timeframe of the series just keeps expanding and delivers character arcs and an ending I found immensely satisfying.
T. Kingfisher, Illuminations: The author in young-adult mode, featuring a family who create magic through painted images. When a long-hidden family secret gets out, it could mess up everything, unless they can put their heads together and figure out a solution. Charmingly quirky and lovable characters, highly enjoyable.
Max Gladstone, Dead Country: I am totally here for more Craft Sequence always. This book takes our original heroine Tara Abernathy home again, older and more experienced. Really interesting to return to her close first-person perspective after several multi-perspective books, and very cool to see her now in a mentoring role.
Fonda Lee, The Jade Setter of Janloon: Novella set in the Green Bone universe, this gives us a great look at the world from the point of view of someone on the edges of the Green Bones' conflicts.
Kate Elliott, Furious Heaven: The second volume of her "gender-flipped Alexander the Great in space" series. I feel like I never see anyone talking about this, and I think she's doing great things with the characters and a sprawling space opera setting. This book left me really curious how far she's going to follow Alexander's historical career.
R. F. Kuang, Babel: This book is incredible. Magic here revolves around translation, and so a young Chinese boy is adopted by a British scholar and raised to be fluently bilingual; eventually he is sent to the great translation center in 19th-century Oxford. Here he and his peers, however, find themselves at the core engine of British imperialism, with all the ethical dilemmas that come with it. The book really captures the joy and camaraderie that can come through scholarship, but also has very sharp things to say about imperialism and exploitation. Intensely emotional, I'm happy to provide warnings/spoilers if desired.
Ann Leckie, Translation State: A much lighter take on translation, this is set in the Imperial Radch universe and, to my delight, explores what's up with the incredibly weird Presger translators. I don't really want to give anything more away; this was a really fun ride.
Arkady Martine, Rose/House: Super creepy novella involving a famous architect's AI-controlled house. Tons of mood and atmosphere.
Katherine Addison, The Witness for the Dead and The Grief of Stones: Two books picking up one of the side characters from The Goblin Emperor (which is also wonderful) and following his new routine. Thara Celehar's ability to touch a dead person and see their memories puts him in a role of problem-solver and sometime-investigator. These books are wonderfully humane and surround the protagonist with an array of compelling friends, colleagues, and clients.
All of these are recommended!
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I haven’t done a new dream Taskmaster contestants list since the season 17 lineup came out, so I thought it was time for one. A list based on who hasn’t been cast yet in the first 17 seasons. I’m going to split this into two separate lists.
People who might possibly appear on Taskmaster UK at some point:
- Ahir Shah
- David O’Doherty (even though he is not UK)
- Josie Long
- Chris Addison
- Eleanor Morton
Alternates – by which I mean copouts because I managed to narrow down my top five but I have more that I wanted to list:
- Michael Legge
- Jessica Fostekew
- Rhys James
- Ian Smith
- Sarah Keyworth
- Danielle Ward
- Liam Williams
- Kiri Pritchard-McLean
People who would never appear on Taskmaster but would be on my dream list if we could have anyone, but still with some connection to the sort of people who do the show:
- John Oliver (wouldn’t do it due to: too important)
- Andrew Zachariah Zaltzman (wouldn’t do it due to: insufficiently important, because generally when they pick a comedian who isn’t already TV famous, it’s someone young and up-and-coming and Andy doesn’t fit the bill for that role – but I’d love it if they proved me wrong; also I realize he's younger than Michael Legge who also isn't TV famous, but I think Michael Legge is bigger on social media so that makes him feel slightly more realistic, I think, I don't have a good sense of how famous British people are, also I just remembered that Danielle Ward doesn’t perform anymore so she's probably less likely than Andy too)
- Kitson (wouldn’t do it due to: he doesn’t do anything where people can see him, despite having chosen to pursue a career in public performance, and I would sell out everyone I’ve ever met to have him filmed doing just one team task with John Oliver)
- Grace Petrie (wouldn’t do it due to: musician, though she did that one fucking excellent comedy hour and one or two more could get her in the Taskmaster pool and could also significantly improve my life)
- Gavin Osborn (wouldn’t do it due to: also not a comedian, but he’s on this list mostly because I’m imagining that these lists of five people will make up one Taskmaster season, and I love the idea of Gavin Osborn and Grace Petrie on a Taskmaster team together, or in fact doing anything together, couple of comedy-adjacent socialists with guitars)
…I didn’t mean for that list to become just Chocolate Milk Gang + Grace Petrie, but it’s not surprising that it did.
Dream Taskmaster Australia lineup, because I’ve decided I have one of those:
- Alice Fraser
- Laura Davis
- Tim Minchin
- Tom Ballard
- Adam Hills (I want to really hate him for some of his pro-monarchy shit, and I did object to it enough to stop following The Last Leg last year, but the fact is that I’d still like to see his wildly competitive side come out on Taskmaster)
- Alternate - or actually maybe she's on the list and Hills is the alternate - Claudia O'Doherty
People I’d most like to see fill the National Treasures role, if we pretend that literally no one is too famous to do that role, and also that they’re able to bring people back from the dead as long as they’re sufficiently National Treasure-y:
- Michael Palin
- Douglas Adams
- Sandi Toksvig
- Armando Iannucci
- Olivia Coleman
Dream Taskmaster lineup, any category:
youtube
It would be worth setting gender and racial equality back by thirty years, to have these five white guys on one season where the final studio task is to take apart a cow.
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Zombies request: Allison’s adopted brother being a werewolf, and when the wolves come to town, and Willa becomes a never sister to Y/N, but some people in the town one night hurt Y/N and both sisters (Willa and Addison) help nurse Y/N back to health as Willa plans her revenge?
(The wolves call you Wade, I hope that's okay)
"There's no way she's the great alpha." "Mn." "I'm sorry, but there- That can't be." "Mn, i finally have an opportunity to find my true self. I can't just let this opportunity slip through my fingers."
Mn sighs, not believing that Addison thought she was a werewolf, that she wanted to stay with the wolves. He ends up turning around and leaving the cave. "Mn, wait!" Bree called out but he didn't turn back.
When the quakes from testing charges for Seabrook Power demolition reached the cave and Addison connected the dots that the Moonstone might be at Seabrook power, Wyatt was honestly impressed.
"She found the Moonstone. She's amazing. Maybe she could even help us find Wade." "Wyatt, Wade has been missing for years, who knows if he's still alive." "Come on, we have his necklace still." "It's more for memory." "Willa..." She walks away and Wyatt pulls out a diamond shaped moonstone, rubbing his thumb over the string that's wrapped around it before bringing up in his clenched fist and pressing a kiss to it. He's not giving up on their brother, he knows Wade is still alive, he can feel it.
The next morning, Mn sat next to Addison in front of their parents. She still had her look from the previous night and Mn still wouldn't talk to her.
He did think about the previous night, the wolves all had one white streak and Mn was always told he was born with his white streak but there's no way he would be a werewolf too. He was found in the middle of seabrook forest by some hikers at a young age, no sign or note from potential parents. The hikers took him to Seabrook adoption center and that's where he was found by The Wells, soon gaining a mom, dad, and sister, gaining a family.
He shakes his head, putting down his spoon before getting up and walking out of the house, ignoring his parents calls.
Halfway to school, he noticed some of the nearby wolves staring at him along with some other humans. He started showing his hair a year after his sister, he wasn't as bold as Addison but eventually he realized that he shouldn't have to worry about others. Okay, maybe Addison talked to him and he didn't realize it in his own but he did eventually get rid of the scratchy brunette wig.
Without paying attention, he bumped into someone. Looking up, he saw it was Wyatt. "Oh, hi." He said shortly, going to walk off when Wyatt stopped him. "Wait, I was wondering if we could chat." "About what?" "Wow, you're sassy. You sound like Wade." "Who?" "Um, Wade. Me and Willa's brother, he was separated from the pack when we were younger." "That why you have two of those?" Mn said, pointing to the moonstone necklace around Wyatt's wrist. "Yeah. This was his." "Well...it does look pretty." "Thanks. Willa has lost hope that Wade is still alive but I believe you are- I believe that he is still alive." Him cutting himself off kinda had you judging him but you shook it off.
C'mon, Wyatt, do something "Um, I-I'm pretty sure it's dead after so long, basically a plain necklace. Do you want it?" "Oh, I couldn't take your brothers necklace. Like you said, he could still be out there." I know you're Wade, just take the necklace "It's okay. It's been like fourteen years since we last saw him or heard him. Starting to think Willa is right." He unwraps it from his wrist and puts it in Mn's hand. "It's okay, really." Mn sighs, Surprised at how well Wyatt can pull off sad puppy eyes. "Okay, okay, I'll take it. I'll put it on later though, okay?" "Yeah, okay." "Okay, well, I'm gonna head off to the school now." "Right, see you later, Wade." Wyatt calls out and Mn goes to correct him but the wolf was already gone.
Mn hadn't put the necklace on yet. He didn't put it on later as told. He didn't put it on a day later, he didn't put it on at all. Something about Wyatt's tone just didn't sit right with him.
Eventually, he did get over his anxiety about it and put it on. It was instant, he felt his canines grow longer along with his nails. He fell to the floor, to his hands and knees as he adjusts to the new feeling in his veins. When he stood back up, leaning on his vanity in his bathroom, his eyes were glowing yellow and the necklace was blue. Suddenly he was taken to the floor again as he coughed and his stone turned green, Wyatt was right about it being dead, it was almost completely out of charge. Mn coughed for about five minutes before it stopped and he moved to lay on his back.
This can't be happening.
At the demolition site, after saving the building from demolition, Mn watched carefully as Addison put on her necklace and waited but when she turned, he only saw his sister, nothing new.
When one of the workers said there was a malfunction and suddenly the building was blown up, Mn felt the effects a moment later along with the other wolves, he was brought to his hands and knees again as he felt week. "Mn?" Addison was crouched down in front of him a moment later, gasping when his moonstone swung out from under his shirt. "Mn, what-" "Wade?" He looked up, seeing Willa and Wyatt looking at him in shock and happiness despite their moonstone just being crushed.
He looked back to Addison, panting as a sudden pain grew in his chest. "Addy...I'm sorry..." With a final sigh, Mn fell onto his side, passing out. "Mn!"
When Mn woke up, Wyatt never left his side, always finding opportunities to hug him. Willa came around too, and Wyatt never let Willa forget that he was right and he knew that their brother was still alive.
When they unburied the moonstone, Mn felt a lot better with a charged moonstone, more awake and less weak. He lived between his home and the den and Willa and Addison have been the best sisters ever, plus Wyatt being a clingy brother, he had fun giving Mn his markings back.
One weekend, early evening, Mn went of to find coach and get some fro-yo for him, Addison, and Willa. He was having a 'sister day' as Addison told him and so far they were having fun, deciding to have a sweet treat with them before he heads off with Willa to the den.
When he found the cart but no coach, he sighed, the closed sign staring back at him and he sighs. A little bummed that their dessert plan is canceled, he turns around to go back and ask if they wanted to get ice cream instead when he was greeted by a couple of his human classmates. "Oh, hey guys." He greets them, they're his friends so he was happy to see them.
Without warning, one of them hooks their foot behind his knee and pulls, knocking Mn to the ground. "Hey, what was that for? Thought we were friends." "Why would we want to be friends with a mutt." "You were cooler before you turned into one of them." "Come on, guys, they're no different than Zombies, they're cool." "You're right, they are no different than Zombies, their monsters." "Wait, that not what I meant-" A fist collides with his face and a foot to his stomach. He could take them if he wolfed out but the comments flying at him as they beat him up clouded his mind.
"Hey!" The boys who once surrounded him were no longer there and he felt a calm hand on his face. "Hey, Mn, can you hear me?" He's rolled over onto his back and Addison cradles his face. "Can you hear me?" "Addy?" "Yeah, it's okay. We'll take care of you." Willa manages to pick Mn up and they go to Addison's house.
In Mn's room, Addison and Willa patched him up and Addison currently sat on the edge of his bed, cleaning up some blood from his eyebrow and cut lip. Willa was switching between pacing and sitting at Mn's desk, thinking before she stands from her place at Mn's desk and walks out. "Wait, Willa, where are you going?" "You'll know." She answered, leaving Addison to tend to their brother.
The next day, Willa found the classmates from the night before in the hallway, just her and the three boys. When they got closer to her, she stepped in their way. "Hey, Mutt, move out of the way." Her eyes glowed gold and her moonstone blue as she bared her teeth and claws at the boys. "Oh, the puppy is so scary." She lunged at that boy and he jumped back in fear. She laughs to herself.
"What? Scared? Just last night you were beating up my brother. You were all bark then but when you come face to face with the pack alpha you can't retaliate? Come on, fight me, too. No one can get away with beating up my brother and not deal with me." "That freak is your brother too? I see where the lameness comes from." Willa lunges again, scratching his arm and drawing blood. "I can do a lot more damage. You gonna fight back or are you all bark and no bite?" "No, we can take you." "Then do it!" She snarled.
"Um, actually, nevermind. We're just gonna go." The one on the right said as he stuttered and tried to pull the other two with him. "What? We can take her, she's just a mutt." "Dude, look what she did to him. That's just her warning, I don't want to know what else she can do." He pulls the injured guy on the left away to get him somewhere to get his arm patched up while the other stays put in front of Willa. "What a bunch of wimps." He mutters before turning around to come face to face with Willa. "You're a wimp too. You haven't moved to beat me up, guess I was right. You don't have a once of bite in you." "Whatever. Gonna go to class, not because you're actually scary." He quickly walks away as Willa calls after him. "Stay away from my brother or you'll get more than just a threat."
Turning around, she sees a patched Mn and Addison standing next to the lockers. "That might've been a bit extra, don't you think 'illa?" "Not at all. No one messes with my pack and gets away with it."
Willa pulls Mn into a side hug on his other side Addison wasn't occupying and gave a small tight squeeze with a smile. "How about we try getting Fro-yo again, yeah?" "Yeah, but this time, we'll all go." "Hey, I would've taken them if I wasn't take back by how they were suddenly attacking me." "Sure you would've." Willa said while laughing as Mn proceeds to defend himself making the girls laugh even more.
Mn likes having another sister, but sometimes it's hard when they both know you too well. But hey, You love them, nothing is stopping that.
#Kevin's Query#x male reader#disney zombies x male reader#disney zombies#Willa x male reader#Addison Wells x male reader#brother reader#disney#Disney Zombies 2
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Welcome to the new Oceanside Wellness
*Private Practice Season 1 Episode 1*
The moment the world met Charlotte King.
Looking back now, I have loved this character from the beginning. I've read about people who hated her at first but grew to love her as the series progressed, this thankfully did not befall me. I've always loved a badass, take no prisoners, speak your mind no matter what female main character with a soft heart hiding behind all the barb, and that my friends is Charlotte King.
The way she stormed into the series, telling Sam to get out of her way. Her face when the woman yelled, "I want Ken's sperm now!" Her "That dead man's swimmers are staying exactly where they are. You got a way to fight me on that? I'd like to see you try." Yes, queen! Her little smirk after she insults Sam's book, absolute Charlotte King at it's core and I am in love with it.
That lawyer also does not love his life. Raising his finger at Charlotte King, you are a brave soul, my dude.
Cooper is such a kid at heart. And I kind of love it, most of the time. That 'I'm just a baby' trend from a while back comes to mind when he acts all goofy.
After my rewatch he is now called Handsome Cooper, lol because when he greets Addison again he asks if she remembers him and says, handsome in such a wholesome 'how could you not, I'm a hottie' way and it kills me. Then him clutching Violet's stuff in the mall, him messing around with the fishing rod, such a boy *insert heart eyes* It also helps that everytime he's great with a kid on-screen I find him a little hotter than before.
Some other fave moments from this ep:
1. "That's a loud deposit." - Sam Bennett said something hilarious, who fucking knew.
2. I still like Pete this season, he also looks hot. Conceited but hot. Thinking Addison came back because of the kiss though, I mean, man bring down the ego a notch or three.
3. Where did Sam's dog go?
4. This interaction:
'How you doing there, Pete? ' -Addison
"Kicking ass and taking names. You? " Pete
"Ass kicking and name taking are on my resume." Addison (Fucking badass!) Also Addison last monologue, brilliant!
5. Eating a whole cake on the floor with your best friend, goals.
6. "Oh my god, when did my knees turn 80?" - Violet (feel you girl)
7. Midwiffery, is that even a word. 😂😂 I remember them joking about it on some interview too, hilarious.
Honourable mention:
The woman who played Violet's first patient did an absolutely phenomenal job, especially in her last scene. So heartbreaking.
And now the rambling is over, if you read all this I commend you.
Much love.
#charcoop#charlotte king#cooper freedman#kadee strickland#otp#paul adelstein#private practice#fmc#tv#tv shows#tv series#addison montgomery#violet turner
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Totally random Disney z-o-m-b-i-e-s theory after happily snorting my way through the trilogy again.
Seabrook was totally cut off from the rest of society after the nuclear reactor went off, deemed a hazard area due to radiation. The town was basically left to fend for itself, and was eventually forgotten about in attempts to cover up the incident. But, with a bit of extra-terrestrial assistance in the form of Aunt Angie, Seabrook worked well enough as it’s own self-sustaining Utopia ecosystem before everything went down, and no one ever actually noticed the abandonment. To them, nothing was wrong, and they simply don’t get tourism anymore due to the zombie problem.
‘Mountain College’ is still in Seabrook, just a bit further away and at a higher altitude. This also explains why there’s seemingly only one college? Those who graduate don’t actually leave town to pursue jobs elsewhere, but go right back into Seabrook’s cycle of life to start it all over again. The only other rival school present is just another offset of Seabrook, since the town was presumably pretty large before the accident if it needed so much power. Easy enough to believe there was more than one school before everything went down, since we only see the parts of Seabrook closest to the z-fence.
It’s pretty obvious Seabrook is the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and it’s also clear that most just stay in town without much interest in leaving it. To them, Seabrook is the world, and everything is perfect.
Now, IMAGINE.
Somebody (or a group of somebodies) from outside the contamination zone notice the strange lights near the coast when the aliens arrived, and come to investigate the rumors of a haunted, forgotten town ravaged by disaster over 50 years ago. Only, as they fall through the thick forest, they end up in a perfectly functioning Seabrook (exactly as over the top as in film). This is not only a shock to the outsiders (who are modern, normal human beings living in 2022), who are blatantly weirded out by everybody and everything. But also to the townspeople, who slowly realize that they were basically abandoned by society years ago, assumed dead, and now they have to live with the knowledge that their world is…well…fictional.
I feel like Addison would have a really hard time with this concept based on her personality type. But I dunno. Let me know what you guys think. Viable theory? Or just a fun AU? ;)
#z o m b i e s#disney zombies#disney thoughts#disney theory#zombies 2#zombies 3#alternate universe#disney#thinking thoughts
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200 Best Songs of 2023
Janine - If I Call *FAVE SONG OF THE YEAR*
Kim Petras - Brrr
Sam Smith, Koffee, Jessie Reyez - Gimme
ILIRA - Work of Art
Joseph - Nervous System
Mariah the Scientist ft. 21 Savage - 77 degrees
PinkPantheress & Ice Spice – Boy's a liar Pt. 2
Ryan Destiny - Lie Like That
Latto ft. LU KALA - Lottery
Chrissy Chlapecka - I'm So Hot
Ashnikko - Don't Look at It
serpentwithfeet - Gonna Go
Don Toliver ft. Lil Durk & GloRilla- Leave The Club
Don Toliver ft. James Blake - Let Her Go
Miley Cyrus - Flowers
Miley Cyrus - River
Meghan Trainor - Mother
Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj - Princess Diana (Remix)
Melanie Martinez - DEATH
Natalie Jane - Seeing You With Other Girls
Amelia Moore feat. jxdn - FUMD
Ashnikko - You Make Me Sick!
Flo Milli ft. Lola Brooke & Maiya The Don - Conceited (Remix)
Flo Milli ft. Monaleo & Gloss Up - Bed Time (Remix)
Astrid S - Come First
Ashnikko - Want It All
salem ilese - PainHub
Libianca ft. Ayra Starr & Omah Lay - People (Remix)
Labrinth ft. Billie Eilish - Never Felt So Alone
Katie Belle - The Best You'll Ever Have
Emilie Nicolas - Everyday
Donna Missal - Flicker
Donna Missal - Out of Me
Donna Missal - Move Me
Donna Missal - God Complex
Donna Missal - I Saw God
LØLØ ft. girlfriends- 5,6,7,8
Jackson Wang & Ciara - Slow
Troye Sivan - Can't Go Back, Baby
Baby Tate & Saweetie - Hey, Mickey! (Remix)
Shania Twain - Number One
Shania Twain - Got It Good
Empress Of ft. Rina Sawayama - Kiss Me
NLE Choppa ft. SexyyRed / Sukihana - Slut Me Out (Remix)
Maggie Lindemann, Siiickbrain - deprecating
Ed Sheeran - The Hills of Aberfeldy
Rita Ora ft. Fatboy Slim Praising You (Fatboy Slim Remix)
Tyla & Ayra Starr - Girl Next Door
Kesha - Only Love Can Save Us Now
Ciara ft. Lola Brooke & Lady London - Da Girls (Girls Mix)
Jeremy Zucker - OK
CXLOE - Flight Risk
Josh Levi - See Low
Josh Levi - BIRTHDAY DANCE
Alex Vaughn & Summer Walker - So Be It (Remix)
Alex Vaughn & Ari Lennox - Demon Time (Remix)
Taylor Swift ft. Ice Spice - Karma (Remix)
Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey - Snow On The Beach (More Lana Del Rey Edit)
Boris The Lucid - BOYFRIEND
Carrie Underwood - Take Me Out
Libianca - Jah
Conan Gray - Never Ending Song
The Aces - Always Get This Way
Madison Beer ft. Timbaland - Home To Another One (Remix)
Äyanna - Girlfriend
Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice ft. Aqua – Barbie World
Rita Ora - That Girl
Rita Ora - Unfeel It
Tanerelle - Feel Good Inc. X Sidetracked (Perfect Lover Mash Up)
Sleater-Kinney - Hell
Saweetie ft. YG & Tyga - BIRTHDAY
Mae Stephens ft. Meghan Trainor - Mr Right
Brooke Candy - FMUATW
Ben Kessler - When I Hate Myself
Eliott ft. Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Happy On My Own
Reneé Rapp - Pretty Girls
Leah Kate - Bored
Chappell Roan - HOT TO GO!
Rina Sawayama ft. Amaarae - Imagining
GAYLE - Leave Me For Dead
Selena Gomez - Single Soon
Äyanna - Change Your Life
Julia Wolf - Wishbone
Cloudy June - Devil Is A Woman
Anne-Marie ft. Shania Twain - UNHEALTHY
Leaf ft. Bandmanrill, DJ Drewski - 2 Freaky
Olivia O'Brien - I should've fucked your brother
SIIICKBRAIN - Psychopath
Adekunle Gold - Do You Mind?
Duncan Laurence - I Do
Dizzy - Open Up Wide
Leigh-Anne ft. Ayra Starr - My Love
Troye Sivan – Got Me Started
Cate - Girlfriend
NERIAH - Falling 4 Somebody
Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Bongos
Amelia Moore - Over My Ex
Johnny Orlando - Boyfriend
Tyla - Water
Tems - Me & U
Mette - Mama's Eyes
Wrabel - Beautiful Day
Chxrry22 - MORE
Norah Jones - Can You Believe
Kanii ft. Trippie Redd - sins (let me in) [Remix]
Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine - You Could Start A Cult (Encore Version)
Travis Scott ft. Beyoncé - DELRESTO (ECHOES)
Addison Rae ft. Charli XCX - 2 Die 4
Gyakie - Rent Free
Kim Petras - Hit It From The Back
Kim Petras ft. Banks - Bait
Kim Petras - Dirty Things
K. Michelle - Blame Yourself
Sunnitharapper ft. Salma Slims - Moody
Troye Sivan - One of Your Girls
Lady London ft. Jeremih - Do Something
Zara Larsson, David Guetta - On My Love
cassö, RAYE, D-Block Europe - Prada
Serpentwithfeet- Damn Gloves
Dove Cameron - Still
Kenya Grace - Paris
Dua Lipa - Houdini
Tokischa ft. Sexyy Red - Daddy
Zach Seabaugh - Helium Balloons
COBRAH - 10/10
COBRAH - BAD POSITION
COBRAH - TEQUILA
Clinton Kane - PANIC ATTACK
Megan Thee Stallion - Cobra
Nick Wilson - For You It Was Him
Nick Wilson - Way Back
Ice Spice - Deli
Enchanting - Needy
SZA - Kill Bill
Kylie Minogue - Padam Padam
Summer Walker - Girls Need Love (Girls Mix) ft. Tyla / Victoria Monet / Tink
Tate McRae - exes
Tove Lo - I like u
Kim Petras - Je T'Adore
Doechii - Booty Drop
Kim Petras - Claws
Sam Smith & Madonna - VULGAR
Kim Petras - uhoh
Borgore x Cupcakke x Chase Icon - Abracadabra
Clinton Kane - DISAPPEAR
Nicki Minaj - Big Difference
Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday Girls
Charli XCX ft. Sam Smith - In The City
Reneé Rapp ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Not My Fault
Flo Milli - Never Lose Me
Kim Petras - Thousand Pieces
Kim Petras - Minute
Charli XCX - Speed Drive (jamesjamesjames Remix)
Chrissy Chlapecka - BRAT
The Last Dinner Party - My Lady of Mercy
Shania Twain - Waking Up Dreaming
Nicki Minaj - Fallin 4 U
Jessie Ware ft. Pabllo Vittar -Pearls (Brabo Remix)
Shania Twain - Queen Of Me
Chiké, Oxlade - Spell [Remix]
Anycia - REFUND
Lah Pat ft. Flo Milli - Rodeo (Remix)
Biig Piig - This Is What They Meant
Niall Horan - Save My Life
Bronze Avery - Sex In The Room
Ava Max - Cold As Ice
Peach PRC - F U Goodbye
Suzanne Sheer - Off Limits
Nicki Minaj - FTCU
Madison Rose - Girls Girls Girls
Kaliii ft. GloRilla - Can't Get 'Em
BIA - FALLBACK
Miley Cyrus - Jaded
Kylie Minogue - You Still Get Me High
Miley Cyrus - Violet Chemistry
Miley Cyrus ft. Sia - Muddy Feet
Bebe Rexha - Visions (Don't Go)
Coi Leray - My Body
Coi Leray ft. Saucy Santana - Spend It
Maiya The Don - Luv U Better
The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters
IDK ft. Jucee Froot & Saucy Santana - Pinot Noir
Tinashe - Uh Huh
Nicki Minaj - Beep Beep
Nicki Minaj - Pink Birthday
Duckwrth - Big Bewts
Nicki Minaj - My Life
Trippie Redd & BANKS - Saint Michael Myers
Tamera - Frozen
Shygirl & CoSha - Thicc
Ari Lennox - Get Close
Flo Milli - Fruit Loop
Mette - For The People
Amaarae - Angels in Tibet
Jamila Woods ft. Saba - Practice
Rachel Chinouriri - Maybe I’m Lonely
Jonah Kagen - Save My Soul
The OMG Girlz - Lover Boy
Karin Ann - A Stranger With My Face
Victoria Monet - Alright
2022's List
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The Poisoned Prodigy (Chapter 2)
The awards ceremony was glittering. The theme for the decorations was stars and constellations. It suddenly made a lot of sense why Patton was wearing this custom-made suit, but it also made me feel even plainer.
"Your tickets," the bouncer droned, giving us a dead-eyed stare.
"Here," Patton said, handing over our tickets. "I was told that I would be allowed to bring a plus one."
"Yep, looks good. In you go," the bouncer grunted, opening the gate for us. We walked into a room decorated to look like the Milky Way galaxy. Planets were projected onto the ceiling. I recognised the planets, but the constellations escaped me. So did Patton.
He was surrounded by other people who all looked better than me. "Patton, you look incredible! Who are you wearing?" someone giggled.
"This is a little something that I made a while ago," Patton giggled, as he played with a button of his. The compliments stampeded over each other like a crowd running in one direction. Patton was incredible. A child genius overlooked and later abandoned by his biological parents, later adopted by his aunt and uncle who took care of him and allowed his intelligence to thrive in a place where it was encouraged.
And here I was, someone who had to study relentlessly just to get a C, the dumbest person in this room by a country mile.
"And this is my best friend, Vincent!" Patton said. "Vincent, come here!"
Everyone was looking at me. I walked over, trying to look presentable. I probably didn't. "Hi," I said, waving at them. "I've . . . never gone to one of these before."
"It's usually more for connecting than anything," said a guy with a forest green suit and a bowl cut parted in the middle. "We're all waiting for the awards, personally."
"Patton truly deserves the award for best invention," another dude said. "He's been working so hard."
The group fell into a cacophonous sound of praise. Everyone loved Patton here. He said he was friends with a few people, but I should have known he was playing it down.
Patton steered me to a table and sat us down just before the main speaker, a woman in a gold dress, began to talk. "Welcome, everyone, wonderful turnout this year," she said, smiling widely at us all. "It's great to see you all. This year, the competition has been stiff, and it has been so difficult to choose who the winners of each category should be."
"Does this part take long?" I whispered to Patton.
"Usually," he whispered back.
"For the first category, we have the arts program. Nominated for the award of best artwork . . ."
"Let me know when your part comes up," I muttered, leaning against Patton's shoulder.
:-)
I must have fallen asleep, because Patton was shaking me awake and wiping drool off my face. "It's my one, Vince! Wake up!" he hissed.
"And now for the category of scientific advancement, we start with nominees," the announcer said. "Addison Raymond, Sally Kinley, and Ernest DuBois."
There was a smattering of polite applause, along with some muttering. Patton rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Ernest will not be taking this well," Patton muttered.
"Why?" I asked him.
"He . . . has some very high standards for himself. And he doesn't like being upstaged by anybody or anything." Patton lowered his voice even more. "He and I have never gotten along. In fact, we clashed a few days before this. He didn't think my prosthetic leg submission was very impressive."
This made me sit up a bit. Drama in a place like Sandalwood? Finally, something interesting. "So he's on some sort of warpath or something?"
"He has a grudge against me. I just hope he doesn't do anything crazy."
"And the winner for the category for scientific advancement is Patton Reynolds!" the speaker announced, to wild cheers. Patton downed his drink and got up to accept his award, stumbling from the number of people slapping him on the back with appreciation.
"Well, Patton, is there anything you'd like to say?" the announcer asked, handing the microphone over to my best friend.
"Only how grateful I am to everyone that's helped me get this far," Patton said. "My aunt and uncle, who couldn't make it, my teachers, who were so patient with me and assured me that I belonged here just as much as anybody else. The friends I -." Patton was interrupted by a coughing fit.
"Some water, Patton?" the announcer offered, shoving a bottle of water into Patton's face.
"Thank you," Patton said, downing half of the bottle and continuing on with his speech once it was put onto the podium. "Anywhere, where was I? Ah, yes, thanking people. I would like to give a special thank you to the friends I made that welcomed me into this fine institute and showed me the ropes." He paused again and clutched his head. "Goodness, my head hurts."
And then Patton fell to the floor.
People gasped and screamed as Patton Reynolds collapsed to the floor with a thud, the microphone screeching into our ears with feedback when it hit the floor.
"Someone call an ambulance!" the announcer said, as people screamed. Some ran away as I rushed to Patton's side. I might not be as smart as everyone else in this room, but I did know that Patton needed to be sat upright so he didn't potentially choke on his own vomit. From there, I did the Heimlich manoeuvre, and chunks of brown puke spluttered out of him like a clogged pipe. No prizes for guessing that it came from the chocolate cake he'd left half-finished when he went up to receive the award.
"I'll keep him upright so he doesn't choke to death on his own puke," I said, propping Patton up. Patton grabbed at me with one arm while drawing laboured, ragged breath into his lungs.
"Ernest DuBois did it," Patton groaned, just before he passed out and just as the terrified announcer had the microphone near his mouth. Gasps and whispers rippled through the audience like a Mexican wave.
"I did not do it to you, you lying little freak!" Ernest yelled, standing up to project his voice. He was rather short, with a tuft of thin blond hair that stuck in the air like old-timey TV antennae. "I don't need to listen to this slander!" He got up and attempted to leave, only to be tackled to the floor by a girl in a dark purple pantsuit.
"That's for poisoning Patton, you jealous little psychopath!" she yelled, as the blond struggled underneath her. More people grabbed at Ernest to hold him for the police, while I waited for the ambulance to arrive for Patton.
"You're doing great," I told Patton, my eyes stinging with tears as I looked at him twitching in my arms and calls were made to poison control. "You're really doing great, Patton."
If you want to read the other chapters, see Masterlist.
#creative writing#my writing#writing inspiration#writers on tumblr#writers#writing#writeblr#writerscommunity#the poisoned prodigy#murder mystery
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The last few episodes of neo-QL, as a Sam/Al shipper, have been both a gift and a curse.
I guess the early 90s could support a Mary Sue hero with Don Quixote ideals, and within that framework, shippers could support Sam being in love with someone back home (whether that be Al or Donna) and also fall in love with people on leaps as needed. Easier times to have more wishful thinking, more romantic heroes. Sure, I've seen my fair share of romantic angst in Sam/Al fics. But there was always at least a small shard of wishful thinking, as should be expected of fans- "oh, Sam will come home then we can be together."
Neo-QL takes that wishful thinking and has been deconstructing the fuck out of it this season. From Magic and pre-leap!Ben's conversation about those left behind in 2x02 to 2x04 with Ben essentially firing Addison as his hologram, there's been a definite arc about the downfall of Ben and Addison's relationship.
To old QL with its romantic hero and romantic thinking, this would have made no sense. It was seen as a bad thing that Beth gave up on Al, and seen as a good thing that Donna waited for Sam in The Leap Back. But why should they have? In the real world, that's not how it works.
Of course you have the people who waited many years for their loved ones to show up again in the real world and that's why those episodes are a curse as a shipper. Let's pretend for a second that Mirror Image ended on a Sam/Al track with Sam not going back to Beth but Al following. Which Al would have - he's spent years waiting for Sam and he would absolutely follow if he had the opportunity. Or Al instead didn't and spent years and years waiting or looking for Sam.
What these episodes give me is possibilities. What if Al was reluctant to declare Sam dead? Could Sam have leaped to Al at any point in the intervening years? What if Sam and Al had leapt together like Addison could have somehow joined Ben? What would Sam and Al's dynamics have been like if they were magically able to be open about their relationship while Sam was leaping? (Again, that's from a Sam/Al shipper POV).
And that is the gift: the possibilities.
#quantum leap#sam/al#it's wild how ben/addison can sometimes be a mirror to either sam/donna or sam/al#then the show breaks the mirror and leaves us with the shards
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