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kennyomegasweave · 1 year

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It's time for episode 5. I know there's an outing and a shooting this episode. Let's go.

Like why would no one tell Palm Nueng was allergic to alcohol? That kinda seems like a big thing because being like YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HIM FROM DRINKING makes no sense cause he's an 18 year old kid. He's gonna want to drink, Palm wouldn't think that was weird at all.

Okay Palm's dad is an ass but I also feel bad for him? But what does he mean by Nueng's dad saved Palm's life? Does he just mean by employing him so he had money to send to Palm? I need answers bitch!

Not Nueng doing like riding lessons or whatever. Dressage or some shit. The wealthy just jumped out of him.

"You should look at me when you talk to me." If looks could kill you'd be dead Nueng. Palm doesn't want to see you right now. You acted an entire ass and he got his ass beat and he's mad at you and you also have a boyfriend.

Oh here's Ben. NOT PALM HAVING TO SIT THERE WHEN BEN AND NUENG ARE ON A RICH PEOPLE DRESSAGE DATE. And I would like to take back 52% of my Ben hate cause he's being nicer to Palm right now than Nueng is.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WROTE A FOOL ON PALM'S CAST. NUENGDIAO. This is not how we handle our feelings!

Nueng saying "this isn't a date, calm down." My guy you said he was your boyfriend last episode. What are you doing. Also I can't take him seriously in this outfit. He's just carrying that little helmet and wearing those riding boots and a polo. He looks ridiculous. Ben really does like him to still think Nueng is cool.

NOT PALM HAVING TO ACTUALLY FOLLOW THEM ON THIS DATE. The audacity of Nueng. I get it's Palm's job but the audacity of Nueng.

NUENG HAS A RIDING CROP. Palm. Please. Want more for yourself. Maybe you should just go for Maggie. She's cute and not doing like fucking dressage and getting you beat in a alcohol fueled jealous I CAN YOU LOVE rage.

Maggie is spitting straight facts and, while I still wish she'd realize Palm isn't into her like that, someone needs to say this to Palm. Her absolute "this bitch" when she saw Nueng wrote fool on Palm's cast. I know that's right.

Okay. I'm gonna be less mad at Nueng because he bought Palm shoes as an I'm sorry but also baby you can't buy your way out of this. Palm doesn't want to be your sugar baby. Which is like valid but also Palm baby.

YES THROW HIS WORDS BACK TO HIM. But also my heart is hurting for them both now. Nueng's like obvious jealously at any mention of Maggie is just like. How is Palm not realizing this?

This bullying is like so much. Like banners from the ceiling, flyers raining down. Good lord.

Oh my god. This is gonna be bad I know. Ben's poor little face. Also like damn they don't play. "How could this happen?" They're just teen's kissing. Good lord.

Oh my gosh Ben. Ben. Baby. Ben's father is The Worst. "My son is the class president he'd never kiss a man." What does being the class president have to do with this? Ben looks like he's about to puke. I get why he lied, I'm not mad. My heart is breaking for both him and Nueng.

Also I know it's cultural and I know homophobia is everywhere, but as I've said before about Palm's dad and I'll say again to Ben's, most people would be happy to know their child is being taken in by a kind rich man. lol

Hi Chopper. You look sketch. I don't know if it's cause you were the one to out them or if it's cause you went to hold Ben's hand. I want to believe it's the second but like. I trust no bitch but Palm. Not even my own wife Chopper.

Oh baby. Nueng. This breakdown is just. Oh baby boy. Just hug Palm. He genuinely likes you, I promise.

They really just stayed up there all day. Did they at least call Nueng's mom?

Not Palm's broken arm being healed by the power of gay love.

Palm telling Nueng a genuine apology means more than an expensive gift. You should get both baby. He's gonna keep fighting his sugar baby status and he doesn't have to.

I feel bad for Nueng cause he thinks Ben just used him, but Ben genuinely likes him, I think. Palm saying Nueng loves Ben and Nueng being like I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT LOVE HIM. I laughed.

Palm is out here like "what if I give you a better first kiss? Completely altruistic, it's for your own benefit." My guy. They really are both just playing themselves. lol

This kiss is like a million times better than Ben's and I'm screaming. They won't even touch each other with their hands and it's so much better. Please. Get married. Adopt two cats and a dog. And now they just have to sit there like that wasn't a Grade A kiss and didn't really mean much.

Palm telling cheesy jokes to make Nueng laugh.

Palm's dad sitting in that chair about to make an awkward turtle.

Aww, Nueng's mom really just loves him so much. And of course she knows what happened at school Nueng. It's why she's having this conversation about vegetables. Because she loves you. No matter what you eat.

"Are you dating? You can't date. You must focus on Nueng." See Mr. Palm's Dad, he will solve that problem by dating Nueng himself. But I don't think his dad is gonna vibe with that. Oops.

Once again I ask, why does Palm not have a tie? I WILL ASK THIS EVERY SINGLE EPISODE UNTIL I GET AN ANSWER OR THE SHOW ENDS.

NO MRS TANYA IS NOT ABOUT TO DIE NO SHE IS NOT. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I can't even care about their hands because like Bad Bitch Tanya better be okay. Also like damn they're just kids. Like Nueng is only 18. Palm is around there I'm guessing? This is Rough.

Okay. That preview better mean Nueng's mom is alive. He clearly won't get to see her but I can't imagine he'd be on a beachfront vacation with Palm's flop mom holding hands and shit if his mom was dead. I WILL CLING TO THIS.

I will also choose to believe Chopper looked so sketch when Ben said he's gonna fuck up the person that outed him not because it was him, but because he went to hold his hand and that's a Big Moment.

I also would like to say I take back all the mean things I said about Ben and I feel so bad for him. He's the bad guy in Nueng's story right now, but he had no choice. His dad is out here like MY SON IS THE CLASS PRESIDENT AND A STRAIGHT HE'S NOT DISGUSTING. Meanwhile Nueng has his mom completely accepting him. And now that Nueng knows this I'm hoping he won't be as upset with Ben. But Nueng's also not like the best with feelings and reflections, lol.

This show. Amazing.

#never let me go #shit is picking up and I'm still confused as to like what the actual plot of this show is #but I am having such a great time #Palm is still the only one I trust #i mean I guess i trust nueng too but that's just cause i don't think he knows anything #like he doesn't know shit about shit so he's trustworthy by default #I just know Mrs Tanya better not be dead #she better not be okay #regular clyde

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izukus-sugar-baby · 3 years

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Checked out!

WARNINGS: fluff-ish, eventually will be smut, mentions of getting sick twice

word count: 2k

Heres my first writing for tumblr! Hope you all like it!

Part Two, Part Three.

"Hey Miss!!" You peered down at the smaller voice, simultaneously feeling a book slip from your hand and onto the ground. The bookshelf was at least 5 rows high, and you had been standing as far as you needed to reach the top. You were dusting off and replacing the books on the shelf, which... hadn’t been so pleasant with children running around before their daily read. Regardless, you had a job to do. It wasn't gonna stop for a ton of kids. You had been rearranging the books in alphabetical order before the kid startled you. Thank god it didn’t fall on their head.

"Are you gonna read to us today? Or is Miss Maggie?" The kid didn't look over six years old, blue eyes and long brown hair with freckles littering her face in a wonderful way. She wore a small dress full of sunflowers with bright pink shoes on her feet. She had been here before... Although, her name wasn’t ringing a bell.

"I wanted to read one of those pigeon stories you read us last time!" You let out a sigh of relief that the book didn't smack the kid on top of her head prior to climbing down to the ground and leaning down be eye-level with her.

"Pigeon stories?" You've read dozens of books about dozens of creatures and characters. What on earth would relate to a.. pigeon? Leaning down a bit farther to snatch up the book you had dropped, she pushed another book into your arms. The title read The Pigeon Needs A Bath!

"This book is pretty thin, You sure you want me to read just this one book, sweetheart?" You stood up straight, handing the girl the book back before cocking your hip to the side and placing your hand onto it.

"Me and Emmie can go find some more!" She hurried off to find her.. friend? Knowing it had been a child, it could be a stuffed animal! But she sure did leave too quickly to ask any questions about it. You sighed, climbing back up to finish your organizing. Thank goodness I’m already close to being done. You thought to yourself, dusting top to bottom and moving onto the 4th row. Their reading wasn't for another.. what? 20 minutes? You had time to knock out another shelf. Time flew by as you finished the 4th row. It was already time to read.

"I have to stop by Goodwill and get some more books. I also gotta stop at the post office and some.. other errands? You got this reading?" The owner of the store, Maggie, looked over to make sure she had gotten your attention before naming off a few things that needed done in the shop before you closed up shop.

"Yeah! What time will you be back?" You climbed down the last step of the ladder, patting off the dust from the bookcase that had gotten on your apron. It was some cutesy hello kitty apron you wore so the dust wouldn't ruin your clothing but it really just made it look like it was some mini cafe. None the less, you wore it.

"I'll be back in time for that uh, Pro hero guy. I don't know- my wife wrote him in. Ask and she'll tell you!" You weren't too involved with all that hero bullshit, the whole who can save more lives?! You get the most money AND an award. The system in itself was ass and it wouldn't make a difference in your everyday life for one of those snobby people to stop by. You walked around the shelves, watching Maggie leave as you sat down on a small rounded couch. A small chime rang through the shop as it called the children over for their reading, a few already sitting and ready to hear you.

It wasn't a big library, it seemed like a corner store had gotten torn down and then completely renovated into a library for children. The second floor had been where the owner and her wife stayed. It was a cozy little place where about 8-12 kiddos would visit for a read. There were bookshelves in the walls for more book space and 5 separate shelves more towards the middle of the place. They held less books than the ones on the wall. Only two of the five reached over 3ft. Parents would come in just to rent a few books. But more often than not, the owner would go out hunting for new books for everyone to enjoy. Along with cute little toys and those foam floor mats to sit on. All of the children in the shop had sat right in front of you, including the girl from earlier who held 4 books in her hands. A few other kids held thin picture books in their hands as well, but only having 15 minutes to read to them, it might be hard to get around to all of them.

“Alright, Who's first?" You asked, smiling down at them. Every single child raised their hand, some even raising both so your attention was on them. Of course this wasn't going to be easy. You thought to yourself as you put a hand over your eyes, pointing to some random kid. He held a small book, standing up slowly and handing it to you.

"My mom reads me this sometimes.." Poor boy was only about 5, and seemed pretty shy. You gave him a reassuring smile before he went back to his seat. You began to read and in no time at all you finished reading the few books children selected. Thank god it was a Friday, Most children would be picked up right after the reading for afternoon preschool etc. But it seemed like no one wanted to leave. Was it that hero Maggie had mentioned? You sighed, hopping up and heading to the check out desk where you saw a few children wanting to check out their books you previously read to them. You leaned down over the desk to reach for the book, scanning it and doing so for each person. The store bell jingled, as if the creak of the door didn't give away someone walking in.

"Welcome to 'Children's Magical Bookshop,' You paid the person no mind as you spoke, handing the last child their book and letting your gaze fall upon the... very tall man in front of you. Noise filled the small shop, children running up to him screaming-

"Deku!" As loud as their little lungs could. He gave a flashy smile, leaning down to hug the children that ran straight for his legs. He laughed and lifted a few of them in his.. very strong arms. Was it hot in the bookshop? Was the AC fucked up? You force your eyes from the tall man.. Was he looking at you too? Your mind screamed at you to introduce yourself, Quickly walking towards a shelf to do something. Anything bust stand there and gawk at him.

"Are you Maggie?" There were hopping children behind him, playing with his gloves and such as you turned to him.

"No- I'm y/n. Are you that.. pro? She had been talking about.?" You huffed through your nose, turning to him. He extended a hand, nodding with a cheesy grin on his face as soon as you had taken his hand into yours. It wasn’t like you never saw him on the news, but you sure did skip the channel as soon as it was some bullshit hero chart over who had been number one. He was so much hotter in person..

"Yes! I'm sorry I'm a bit early, I finished patrol sooner than I thought! I hope I'm not interrupting anything? The woman on the phone said before six, I told her I was sure I could make it around five!" His eyes traveled to your lips for a moment, listening to you speak back to him.

“You’re fine, There’s plenty of time for you to hang out and sign all of their t-shirts and such. Make yourself at home big man. You can sit in the reading area,” The kids dragged him to where you were just moments ago.. But he couldn't get you to leave his mind. You were beautiful. He needed to make you his.

The poor hero stayed until about six o’clock to talk to you, since all of the kids finally left to go do their summer homework or whatever they had to do. Deku had been leaning over the counter for almost an extra hour to make some conversation with you, he just couldn’t help himself. You cant blame him either! You had this smile that he couldn’t resist. And quite frankly, he wasn’t used to this feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He fought some shit villain every day! What's a few butterflies? Especially as pretty as you. Why wouldn't he want to stick around?

“I really didn’t think it would be so chill this week! It feels like I've done nothing but catch up on papers!” Izuku scratched his neck with his index finger, shaking his head lightly. “I guess I really am doing a good job!- Of course other pros are doing their jobs as well!” He let out a relieved chuckle, looking at you with a big, sincere, smile on his face. “How has work here been? It must be so nice working with so many children!”

You feel your eyes involuntarily roll, shaking your head and leaning against the wall behind you. “It’s nice until some kid gets sick on themselves and their mother isn’t here to help. We have extra clothing in the back because it’s happened more than once.” You groaned as your eyes trailed to the door leading to lost n found, clothes, and other things. You had an unamused look on your face talking about it. He noticed and let his eyes follow yours until feeling your eyes rest upon him once more. Maybe texting would let you come around to him a bit more? Were you bored?

“Yikes- I’ve seen adults get sick after villains show up. But I probably should head back to my agency.” He looked out of the store window before right back to those beautiful e/c eyes of yours. “Do you have a number I can text? I would love to talk to you more y/n..!” He was already prepared for rejection. It was kinda weird to be hitting on you after dealing with kids wasn’t it? Maybe he should take it back. Was he coming off as some sleazy ass hero?

Your eyes widened in the slightest- Enough for him to notice. “Sure, Let me see your phone,” You stepped closer to the counter, seeing him fumble on the pouch of his belt before unlocking and giving you his phone. You went to his contacts, making yourself one of them and handing it right back to him. He had an even bigger, cheesier, grin on his face after he took it back.

“Thank you, y/n!” He bowed his head before quickly leaving out to his agency. Finally, you could go home as well. Not that he was a problem, but that man sure could talk. It was endearing. Maybe I can put enough of those stutters in mind tonight. You joked to yourself, grabbing your keys and walking out to lock up the small bookshop. There was no doubt that you were attracted to him. Every woman in America and Japan was attracted to him in some way.

You let out a small sigh, driving home and turning your radio up until hearing your phone ding. You glanced over at the screen to see an unknown number texting. Assuming it was Deku, you waited until you were home to answer him. By the time you had texted him back, he was quick to reply. You two made plans to hang out soon and have dinner together. You talked for hours until one of you had fallen asleep. He was ecstatic. You really enjoyed his company.

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a/n: I fucking hate tumblr KWJCHDH ive had to re-write this more than once because they changed the layout if the save and post. Its not my best work and was mostly edited on here instead of Google docs. Learn to edit the first version first i guess 💀 The second part will be much better!

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 1*

[Yes I know it's absolutely inappropriate/irrelevant but this gif was too priceless not to use it, okay?]

Chapter 2 is HERE!

So, I gotta shout out the anon who asked me to explore this idea from a one-shot I wrote. Which actually was a request from @word-scribbless, so really this was a team effort. LoL.

Alright so here's the sitch:

You're dating Rafael Barba, and you finally decide to introduce him to your kids. Everything's going fine, until he figures out your ex-husband "Billy Loomis" is actually William Lewis!

Chaos ensues.

RIGHT?

Alright so I just decided to elaborate on the one shot, so I hope you enjoy this introduction.

Yes, I don't know why we're going back into the dark dark depths of angsty, dark storylines, but here we go. It's William Lewis once again, so you already know it's not going to be some fun fluff piece.

Plan your expectations accordingly.

Also, @storiesofsvu said they might read this one, so there's that. Eeep.

Obviously my lovelies are the best as well.

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You twirled your hair nervously, pacing back and forth in your living room. Rafael Barba, the man you were seeing, was on his way over, it was just a normal day. Except that it wasn’t. Today was the day you were going to introduce him to your kids. Something he wasn’t even aware you had.

You had your reservations about dating guys without kids, as it never really worked out. Men without kids didn’t tend to understand the problems that came along with it, like having to cancel plans at a moment’s notice if one of your kids got sick or something. But Rafael seemed like a really good man, and though he didn’t seem like the “I love kids” type, you had gotten to know him enough to know he came from a good family, and that he might be open to at least meeting yours. You hoped you were right.

Soon your doorbell was ringing, your toddler Kylie came bounding towards the door.

“I’ll get it!!!!” She squealed.

“Uh– No no, Kylie!” You intercepted her on her way to the door, snatching her up in your arms.

“Maggie!” You tried to call her softly, not wanting Rafael to hear you. Your eleven year old came strolling out of the living room while on her phone.

“What?” She barely looked up at you.

“Can you take her? Please?” You asked her sweetly, causing her to move her phone down from her face.

“Why? Who’s at the door?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow at you.

“Just…a friend,” You looked towards the front door nervously. Maggie noticed your hesitance, it finally made her forget about whatever she was doing on her phone.

“Who is it, mom?” She pressed.

“I’ll explain everything, okay?” You gave her a pleading look. “Just take her in the living room and I’ll be there in a minute,”

“…It’s a guy, isn’t it?” She crossed her arms in a sassy manner.

“Maggie!” You pleaded.

“Ok fine…” She rolled her eyes and took Kylie from your arms. “Come on Ky, let’s go find a snack,”

“Thank you,” You kissed her head and ruffled Kylie’s hair as they walked towards the kitchen. You fixed your hair once more and swung the door open, revealing Rafael standing there holding flowers for you.

“Hey baby,” He kissed you softly while handing you the flowers. “I can’t believe I’ve never been to your house, it’s gorgeous,”

“Probably because we’re in New Jersey,” You teased him. You knew how much he hated Jersey, so the fact that he came all the way out here on his day off, really meant something.

“Probably,” He nodded with a teasing smile.

“So…there’s also another reason, I’ve never asked you here,” You ran your fingers through your hair as he entered your foyer.

“Oh?” He asked, curiously.

“I um, so– remember when I told you about my ex husband…?” Your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, that he was a real douche,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but there’s a good thing about him,” Your eyes glanced over to where the girls had run off to.

“…Oh?” Rafael had a hint of worry in his voice.

“He’s a…” You looked down. “He’s a good dad,”

“….A good dad?” You heard Rafael’s voice shift an octave higher.

“Yes…” You forced yourself to look up at him. “In fact, he’s been keeping the girls all summer,”

“The girls?” He blinked, trying to wrap his head around it. “As in, multiple?”

“…Yes,” You bit your lip. “….You can run screaming now, it’s okay,”

“Ay, carino…” He put both hands on either of your face. “…Where are they?”

“Really?” You bit your lip with a relieved smile.

“Of course!” He kissed you and wiped a few tears that started dropping down your face as he spoke.

“…Okay, come with me,” You took his hand and let him into the kitchen. Maggie was handing Kylie a pudding cup and a juice box when you walked hand in hand with Rafael. Maggie gave him a side eye, while Kylie instantly bounded over with her snacks and a huge smile.

“Hi!!!!” She beamed at Rafael, sticking out her left hand which of course made the snacks fall out of her hand onto the floor. Maggie groaned in frustration as she ran over and picked up the snacks, now eyeing Rafael up and down.

“…Who’s this, mom?” She asked you, not taking an eye off Rafael. He didn’t seem phased at all, he just stuck out his hand to Kylie, since she addressed him first.

“Hi, I’m Rafael. And what’s your name?” He smiled warmly at her, making her eyes sparkle.

“I’m Kylie!” She shook Rafael’s hand furiously with a huge grin. Maggie snatched her up quickly, breaking their handshake.

“I’m Maggie,” She said curtly.

“Maggie,” You said through gritted teeth. “Be nice,”

“Oh it’s fine, carino,” He chuckled, smiling at Maggie. “I was protective of my mami when she’d bring strange men home too,”

“So you’re saying you’re a strange man?” Maggie smirked.

“Maggie!” You hissed.

“I guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself, chica,” He smirked back.

“…Guess we shall, amigo,” She narrowed her eyes, but quickly smiled. She liked this guy.

“Wow…I’m impressed,” you whispered to Rafael as the girls got more snacks for you and him.

“Thank you, mi amor,” He smiled before kissing you on the cheek. “And thank you, for trusting me enough with your kids,”

“Anytime,” You smiled warmly as you pulled him into a real kiss.

“Gross!!!!!” Kylie made a gagging sound before collapsing into giggles. This had gone better than you could have imagined.

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After you and the kids all had snacks, you set up a movie for them to watch while you and Rafael went to your kitchen table to have coffee and talk more about the situation.

“So...I guess this is a stupid question, but why haven’t mentioned you had kids before this, carino?” Rafael ask while he sipped his coffee.

“Well..” You nervously stirred your coffee with your spoon. “I guess I was selfish,”

“Explain,” He pressed.

“Well I don’t typically start a first date with ‘hey by the way I have kids, so you might wanna run now’,” Your explanation caused him to chuckle in amusement.

“Yes I can see that,”

“And honestly by the second or third date, I don’t even like the guy anymore so it’s just pointless,” Your voice lowered even more as you started to allude to your feelings for him.

“...I see,” His chuckle turned into an amused smile. “And with me…?”

“With you...I wanted to introduce you,” You looked up to meet his eyes, hoping that would be enough explanation. His growing smile made it obvious it was.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” He put a hand over yours. “So I guess you want to keep me around, huh?”

“For now,” You teased him with a small giggle. He leaned over to give you a kiss, but your phone began going off. You looked down to see the screen:

BILLY CALLING

“Oooh, one sec baby,” You grabbed the phone. “It’s my ex,”

Rafael nodded in understanding as you turned from him to have the conversation.

"Hey Billy, what’s up?” The mention of their father’s name caught Maggie’s attention.

“Is that daddy?!” She called across the room. “Tell him WICKED was so fun!!!!”

“Wicked?” You repeated into the phone with a sharp tone. “Billy...did you take them into the City?”

“Daddy lives in the City now,” Kylie added to the conversation.

“He WHAT?!” You stood up and moved away from Rafael as your voice raised. “Billy, when were you going to tell me you moved to New York City?”

“No, I think it is a pretty big fucking deal,” You growled into the phone.

“Swear jar!!” Kylie giggled.

“You know how I feel about the City,” You ignored her as you lectured your ex.

“...And how is that?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up, you know I love it,” You rolled your eyes at him. “I just don’t want my children--” You were cut off by Billy’s questioning.

“What? It’s nobody, Billy,” You saw the hurt in Rafael’s eyes when you called him a “nobody”. You walked back over and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to get into ‘the talk’ with my ex on the phone, baby,” You explained softly.

“Well I was pretty sure you introducing me to the kiddos was ‘the talk’, but clearly I was wrong,” He shook his head and stood up to go, but you squeezed his hand tighter preventing him from walking away.

“I’m sorry Billy, that was my boyfriend,” You gave Rafael a small smile, hoping for his approval. His grin back gave you all the approval you needed.

“...What?” Your brows furrowed. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know I needed your permission to have a boyfriend, Billy,”

“No, he just met the girls today. In fact it wasn’t even like fifteen minutes ago--” Billy’s voice was rising, Rafael could hear obscenities through the phone.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business--” You bit your lip in nervousness.

You hated it when he got like this, he had quite the temper on him. It was one of the reasons you got divorced. That, and the fact that he was constantly absent from your lives for work. It was like raising the girls on your own anyway, so you figured you’d make it official.

Rafael noticed the fear in your voice, and he went into a protective mode. He grabbed the phone from you and spoke to Billy with an eerily calm voice.

“Listen Billy, I don’t know who you are, but I don’t appreciate you calling here and intimidating my girlfriend when we were having a perfectly nice day,”

“.....Barba?” A very familiar, terrifying voice came through the ear piece.

“E-Excuse me?” His voice wavered.

“Rafael Barba, is that you?” The voice half laughed; all of the color drained from Rafael’s face.

“...Lewis?” Rafael barely whispered, causing your eyebrows to furrow again.

“Loomis,” You told him, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. “His last name is Loomis,” You clarified.

“You have some balls, detective,” His evil chuckle made Rafael’s blood run cold. “First you and the red headed bitch try and put me away, and now you��re fucking my wife?”

“She is NOT--” Rafael clenched his fists.

“You know what, as much as I enjoyed this trip down memory lane, I think I’d like to talk to my wife,” William quickly tried to avoid any more detection.

“Like hell you will--” Rafael started to growl, causing you to snap the phone out of his grasp.

“Um, Billy,” You gave Rafael an accusatory look as you spoke to your ex. “Can I call you back?”

“I don’t want that man near my kids,” Billy stated angrily.

“What?” You blinked in surprise. “Why?”

“He’s a bad man, Y/N,” William lied.

“W-What are you talking about?” You looked at Rafael cautiously.

“What is he saying?” Rafael questioned angrily. “Whatever he says, he’s lying,”

“No I’m not, he’s the one who’s lying to you sweetheart,” William quickly shut Rafael down as he heard his accusations through the phone.

“I-I have to go,” Your voice quivered as you hung up on Billy.

Your mind was racing. Who could you trust?

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After you hung up, you just sat there for a second trying to process what had just happened. You didn’t have much time, as Rafael started throwing a million questions at you almost immediately.

“You were married to William Lewis?” He hissed. “Do you have any idea what that man did to me? My squad? My best friend?!”

You suddenly snapped to attention as the familiar feeling of being interrogated kicked in. “Dining room, NOW,” You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the other room, away from your children’s ear shot.

“What the FUCK are you talking about, Rafael?” You now raised your voice a bit. “I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about, but I married Billy Loomis, not this-- William Lewis,”

“Oh please,” Rafael scoffed with a dry laugh. “That’s barely an alias!”

“I’m sorry, are you insinuating I’m a moron?” You crossed your arms. “You think I’m that stupid not to know my husband is a...whatever you think he is?”

“He’s a MONSTER, Y/N!”

“What are you talking about?!” You tried keeping your voice below a roar, but this was getting to be a lot. “You just heard his voice, you don’t even know if it’s the same--”

“He knew my name,” Rafael simply said. “He knew who I was, and he taunted me about it,”

“He taunted you?” You laughed sarcastically. “How did he ‘taunt you’?”

“He’s rubbing in the fact that he escaped NYPD, and now he’s upset I’m fucking--” He paused at the offended look on your face. “...Dating, his ex wife,”

“Wow,” You exhaled exasperatedly. “Wow,”

“Look I’m sorry to be crass, but those are the words he used,” He put a hand to your face, but you stepped back. “Except he used wife,” He added.

“What are you talking about?”

“He still thinks you're his,” Rafael explained. “He thinks of women as things, as property. And he clearly thinks he still ‘owns’ you,”

“Look I-- I don’t know who you think Billy is,” You shook your head as you walked towards a cabinet full of family photos on display. You picked one up and handed it to Rafael: A family photo at the beach.

Billy’s arms were around you, his gorgeous smile at it’s full power. That smile was heart melting, you fell in love with it as soon as he had flashed it your way in a coffee shop. Maggie’s arms were around his neck, and Kylie was in your lap with her hands raised in glee. It was a few years ago, Kylie was a baby and Maggie was nine.

“But this man isn’t a monster,” You finished your thought. “He’s a kind, generous man. He’s a wonderful father, even if he wasn’t that great of a husband--”

Rafael’s eyes were wide and horrified as he saw Lewis’s arms around you, that sick evil grin looking at him as if he was taunting him through the frame. He snapped his head up when you mentioned him not being a great husband.

“Why do you say that?” He cut you off. “Did he hurt you?”

“What?” You laughed, as if thinking that Billy could ever be violent was the funniest thing in the world. “No, he never hurt me Rafael. That’s why I don’t understand--”

“Look, I don’t want to scare you Y/N,” Rafael put the photo down and put his hands on your shoulders. “But this…’Billy’, he isn’t who you think he is,”

“And who is he?” You gave him a curious look.

“He’s a…” He looked into the other room, making sure the girls weren’t listening. “He’s a serial killer and a rapist,”

“What?!” You yelled rather loudly, stepping out of his grip. “Alright, that’s it--” You started leading him to the door.

“W-What are you doing?” Rafael began to panic as you showed him out. “Y/N please, you have to listen to me--”

“No, I’m not going to sit here and listen to you say such vile things about the father of my children,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Why would I make this up?!” He cried, trying to stop you from shutting the door on his face.

“I-I don’t know,” You looked down, thinking about it. Why would he make up such terrible things about Billy? Then you thought about what Billy had said: Rafael was the bad man.

“Maybe because YOU’RE the monster,” You suddenly glared.

“W-What?” Rafael’s voice fell to a whisper, hurt tears came to his eyes.

“Billy said you were a bad man, maybe you’re trying to flip all of this on him. Maybe Billy was trying to warn me, and you’re trying to get to me first,” The more you said it out loud, the more it made sense to you.

“NO!!!!” He almost screamed, tears now dripping down his cheek. He tried desperately getting back into the house, causing you to put more pressure on the door to keep him out. You had never seen him this...unhinged, before.

“No, Y/N please,” He pleaded with you. “You have to listen to me. Please, for the love of God baby you HAVE to listen to me--”

“No, I don’t have to do anything Rafael,” Tears stung your own eyes.

“I-- I thought we had something,” Your heart was breaking as you spoke.

You had thought you were really falling for this man. This kind, sweet, amazing man. And now it was all unravelling, his true colors were coming out. You almost let this psychopath into your children’s lives.

“We did-- we DO!” He was shaking; he was so upset. “Why do you think I’m being so adamant about this? I-- I love you!”

“Shut up!” You barked at him. How dare he say that to you for the first time, at this of all times?

“You-- You need to leave, Rafael,” You pointed to the driveway. “And don’t come back. Don’t call me, don’t text me,” Your voice was stern but filled with tears.

“No,” Rafael barely whispered, his eyes filled to the brim with fresh tears. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Please don’t do this--”

“NOW,”

“Look-- I’ll go,” He put his hands up in defeat and started to walk backwards off your porch. “But for the love of God-- PLEASE, just--- Just google the name ‘William Lewis’,”

“...Why?”

“You’ll see I’m telling the truth, I swear you will,” He looked at you with serious eyes. He was really convinced of what he was saying to you. Your heart started winning over your head, but just for a moment. You had to think about your children’s safety, you couldn’t listen to the ramblings of a crazy man.

“I don’t need to do that Rafael, you’re clearly the psycho,” You snapped before slamming the door in his face. As soon as it was closed, you sank to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest as you silently sobbed, trying to not alert the girls about the chaos that had just erupted.

Why did this have to happen?

#rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanfiction #rafael barba angst #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #so i married a murderer #raul esparza #william lewis

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keltonwrites · 3 years

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Where no one knows your name

How many times is a person meant to make new friends? When I moved into an apartment in DC with an absolutely iconic girl from Craigslist, I wrote in my journal, “you never know when you’ll meet your next bridesmaid.” Charmingly juvenile, as I was 24 years old. Ironic, as I never had any bridesmaids. And embarrassing, knowing I wrote something that’s surely been embroidered on a bachelorette party t-shirt by now. My point was: you can meet people you fall in love with anywhere, anytime, assuming your heart (and calendar) are open. Now my heart and calendar are open and I am one of Elizabeth Bennet’s sad sisters, cloying and desperate for attention while everyone at the ball ignores me. Meeting people here is unnerving and hapless and eye-clawingly vulnerable. My first new friend told me she was moving away in a few months. Do you invest deeply in hopes of another faraway friendship? Do you just go back to waving as you pass on the street? I like this girl! What an embarrassing thing to have to say to someone! Do you just invite people to every and anything like a lunatic? I can’t even remember to call the people I am forever-and-ever in cahoots with. I’m also deeply bound by what I’ll call the Movie Trap: say it’s 3pm during not-a-pandemic, and you get the urge to see a movie. You look at the showings, and there’s one you really want to see at 7:15. You think to yourself, “I should make an effort,” and you text a friend. “Hey, you wanna go see This Cool Movie at 7:15 tonight?” No one ever says yes. Don’t give me an example of when someone has, because it’s always one of these answers:

“Oooh, I’m actually seeing it with Kate tomorrow - wanna come?”

“Can we go to the 9pm showing? Stuck at work.”

“Yeah but let’s see Movie You’ll Fucking Hate instead.”

Now maybe I’m just lighting flares guiding you to the worst parts of my personality, but this drives me nuts. No, Liz, I don’t want to go tomorrow. I want to go tonight. At 7:15. So I can be in bed by 10. And you’d have to drag my dead body and prop open my eyes to get me to see something like Marriage Story in theaters. The Movie Trap is a big reason I usually hang out by myself, or I make plans weeks in advance. (Don't I sound like a blast.) Just the idea of being like, “I like you! Wanna hang out in October?” makes me want to collapse into a puddle of sad adulthood. Which is why on Friday at 4:30pm, when a girl I’d met a week prior asked if I wanted to grab a drink, I just said yes. I put on a pretty dress, did my makeup, put stuff in a purse, and drove the 25 minutes to town. It was really fun! And how novel to have new contacts in my phone like “Maggie blue house” and “Jess concert friend” — a throwback to the days of “Greg guy on L train” and “Devon ad party.” The very concept of not knowing someone’s last name or even needing it, and a year from now updating their contact info and smiling at your origin story. But for the most part, no one is in our phones. In terms of phone numbers collected, here is the list:

Two friends we knew prior who thank god you guys exist.

New friend who is moving away.

New friend who is game to drink tequila and ride mountain bikes.

Neighbor-not-yet-friend who I really fucking like and am not sure how to cross hang-out threshold with.

Not to say there aren’t any other prospects or people I’m platonically gaga over, but I don’t have their phone numbers. There are honestly a lot of people like this because when you live in a small town (and you’re from the Midwest) you say “oop, sorry” to every person/object you bump into, and you say “hi :)” to every person you see. These are the rules. If I drive by you and don’t wave, it’s because I was so deep in a daydream I probably shouldn’t have been driving in the first place. This isn’t acceptable, because in our urgency to tattoo our vaccination status on our foreheads so we can make friends, it turns out just driving by someone can be a viable strategy. A few days ago, a man was driving by our kitchen window and then our driveway, and then he reversed back up to the kitchen window and started waving. Ben went outside — it was that kind of wave. The man had seen from his car a smokejumper emblem on the back of a truck in our driveway. “Hey, are you a smokejumper?” We aren’t. But my dad was, and he was in town visiting, accompanied by the emblem on the back of his truck. The guy said we should drink sometime. Numbers were not exchanged. We’ll call that a node, because it’s not quite a connection. And it’s mainly nodes, waiting to be connected, to have relevance. But first, no matter who you’re trying to befriend, you have to answer everyone else’s Do I Care Quiz. The quiz is employed by 93% of locals to determine how they feel about you existing within their personal 50-mile radius. The first question is non negotiable:

1) Are you visiting?

Variations on this question include “how long are you in town?” or “what brings y’all to town?” or my least favorite and most insulting, “did you just finish Jeeping?” I know I have blonde hair and say y’all, but how dare you. (Also, to be clear, you can own a Jeep, customize your Jeep, mod out your Jeep, and love your Jeep, but you’re not Jeeping until you drive too fast through a tiny town so you can hurl your Jeep over a mountain pass without ever getting out of it.) So the answer to “are you visiting” is “no, I live here.” Which brings us to the next question, my favorite for how loaded the gun, kneeling in the grass, scope on, target locked it is.

2) Are you part-time or full-time?

The first time I answered this question, I didn’t realize it was essentially like asking how someone voted in the 2020 election. The judgment was cocked and ready and the palpable relief/joy/or at the very least, tolerance, exuded by answering “full-time” was like when the sun comes out from behind the clouds on a 40 degree day. I was fine, but wow that does feel better. The third question though does not have a standard hoped-for answer. This is where nodes turn to connections turn to phone numbers.

3) What brings you here?

It seems like the best possible answer would be saying you work in town, and you’re going to begin construction on displaced-worker housing to ensure the people who run this town can actually live in it. We’d have everyone’s phone number. Saying you’re a writer who works remotely and bought a house from a legendary and beloved local who could no longer afford it is really something you keep to yourself. But in the interest of making friends, I just word vomit my entire history. We might as well find out at the onset if I make your eyes roll back into your skull. Not at all threatening that all it takes is a single social signal misinterpreted to be the absolute death knell of my ability to make friends in a town of some 1400 adults. In fact, I’ll share one such interaction. I was hiking with Cooper, about 5 miles by foot away from my house. I was on a trail, crossing a sloped meadow, and a group was traversing up the hillside to the trail. I said hi, where y’all coming from. One girl answered and we talked about the trail. She eyed me up and down. “Did you just move here?” “I did!” “I served your family last week,” she said. “Oh,” that phrasing. “Must have been my in-laws.” “Heard you bought Jack’s house. Such a bummer when locals like that are forced out.” “We didn’t even know about his house,” I said. “We were looking at another house and he asked his realtor if he could get us to come see his house. We just loved it, and him!” She had no emotional reaction to this. “You moved from California?” she asked. (Dangerous question.) “Yeah, got these sea level lungs, haha,” attempting to disarm with humor was a failure, “but couldn’t be happier to be out of California.” “It’s not like this all year. Winter’s really hard here, you’re in for a rude awakening.” “Well California’s the last place I lived, but I’m not from there. I’ve lived in brutal winters. At least Colorado gets sun!” I laugh with cloaked loathing. “It’s different when you live at altitude,” she said, like no human aside from her had ever been literally anywhere. “Are you trying to go around?” She indicated the path behind her. “No, y’all go ahead, just gonna wait to give you your space. I’m sure you’re faster than me.” “K, good luck making it to the lake." Maybe she was thirsty. Maybe she was hungover. Maybe she just has vicious delivery, but it felt like every blade of grass was leaning against the wind to listen. She was with four other people and not one of them said a word. I left that interaction not wanting to see another human ever again. But that interaction, and her intimate knowledge of exactly which house I lived in, made me want to decorate like we lived in a gingerbread house, all candy canes and plum drops, screaming to any passerby that we’re friendly. One of the mayor’s first questions to me was “what are you going to do to the house?” There are rules here about what your house can look like, and I kept emphasizing we bought the house because we loved it, not because we wanted to change everything about it. And now, instead of wanting to decorate the interior, I want to put up shades so we don’t contribute to light pollution, I want to hang a sign by the water spigot saying “grab some if you need” for hikers and mountain bikers, I want to paint a sign for the wild mint by our door that says, “I mint to tell you to take some,” because our neighbors were openly panicked they wouldn’t be able to just grab mint from the cabin’s garden anymore. Without question, COVID makes things harder. Dinner parties feel like dares. Dropping cookies off at someone’s house feels invasive. Grabbing a drink feels like the ultimate sign of trust. But at least we have nodes who can connect who can think to invite us and who can see that despite having lived in California, we’re not all that bad. In the meantime, I’ll be painting signs about water and mint, hoping to garner the benefit of the doubt from the so beautifully, earnestly, and waiting-to-see-if-you’re-worth-it doubtful.

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camslightstories · 3 years

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Tolerate it - Part 5

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

Notes: I’m so sorry! I haven't updated in the last couple days, they have been erratic, I have been so much homework and my family is not the easiest. I apologize for it. But the good thing is that I wrote two chapter in less than 24 hours, and the next one would be up tomorrow.

I hope you guys enjoy it, and if you have any feedback, comment or request, I will accepted gladly. I know my writing isn't the best but I hope you guys like it. I’m also going to repost my favorite stories from other writers and I will be asking for request, so if you have one just hit me up. Have a great day, guys!

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Continuation

Tears running down through your cheeks, and raindrops hitting your body, as you walked through the streets of National City. The rainstorm seems to get worse, and you didn't notice. You walked slowly as millions of questions invaded your head.

Since the moment you walked out of the apartment, your mind went blank as everything that had happened seconds before came back to you. You were soaked in rain, and every time a thunder would make their presence known you would flinch. The lights of the cars were the only thing that illuminated the streets as you walked with the smell of the wet ground.

With every single question and doubt, a memory would cross your mind. Your first date. Your first kiss. Your first sleepover. Your first Gala. Your first morning together. Your first time. Your first Christmas. Your first Anniversary. Your first day after moving in. All of it.

Your clouded mind tried to make sense of the situation. Fears and insecurities crashing into you as you tried to gather your thoughts, trying to get Lena out of your head. But you couldn't, you didn't want to admit it, but you didn't want to.

Lena was the person who brings out the best of you, Lena who with a soft smile would have you happily cheering the whole day. Lena who was in every step of the way when you failed in every possible way. Lena who will hug you protectively at night making you sleep as peaceful as you ever could. Lena who shared her home with you after 1 year and a half of dating. Lena who made all your insecurities go away. Lena who received every present you gave her even if it wasn't at her status. Lena who made you feel saved and loved after so long.

Lena who became your everything. Lena who became the light of your life. Lena who you would wait hours even though you were tired just to see her. Lena who made you become a morning person, so you could just make her coffee as she gets ready for work so you could see her smile before leaving. Lena who would be running up and down through your head at every second of the day.

Lena who somehow fixed you without you even noticing, and now without noticing broke you beyond repair again. You had felt so lost when you lost your dad, you thought that was going to be the worst moment and feeling of your life. But little did you know that when the love of your life, loves someone else and you choose to leave for her to be happy was going to be your downfall.

Weren't you enough?

Was Kara always the one she wanted?

Was all of it a temporal fill for her?

Was all of the loving and caring a facade?

Were you ever not gonna be enough for anything?

Why would this happen to you?

Weren't you broken enough?

Why did the universe decide that this was your life?

As the thoughts kept your head running you found yourself staring at your job place. It was quiet and dark, lights were off and all of the stores except for the bar downstreet were closed. You went through the back door leaning into it, trying to calm yourself down, even though it was not possible. All you could feel was pain and not a pain that with some pills was going to go away.

You walked inside and noticed that somehow the silence and the darkness of the place had taunted you for so long, but you didn't recognize it. That feeling of scariness you didn't recognize for a long time.

For a moment you opened the phone in your hand, tears rolling down the screen as you did. The Danvers Christmas photo with Lena, Maggie, and Jonn was in the background, all of you smiling like a family. You couldn't help to feel selfish when the only wish you had was to keep your relationship with Lena. But you knew you couldn’t, you knew the moment you decide to be selfish the happiness and the well being of the most important people for you would be at risk.

You lifted your glance from your phone, finding paper and pens in which you annotated the customized orders. You remembered how when you were kids and Kara had just arrived on Earth, you guys watched Harry Potter making you and Kara complete nerds for it. You guys decided to write each other letters to communicate, and since Kara was still learning English it worked great. After a few years, Alex became part of the writing, so it became a thing until Alex and Kara both left for college.

You grabbed the pen with trembling hands, shaky breath, and soft salted tears coming from your eyes. You stared at the paper as you cleaned your tearful eyes. You wrote for each one of them, and as you kept going, each one would get harder.

The pain runned through your veins until you had finally fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Soaked in rain, and makeup stains under your eyes and cheeks. Your breathing had become erratic the moment you walked out of the apartment. Whimpering as you slept on the chair.

The sunlight came through the window of the bakery. The sound of the door opening and closing woke you up. The noise frightened you. The scare made you fall to the floor, hitting your head and shoulder first.

You said but were interrupted when the voice of your boss called you out. Rubbing your temples as you now felt the pain coming back.“Freaking-”

“Danvers? What are you doing here?” JJ said as she heard your complaint. Her tone was somewhat cold and worried.

You looked up to see your boss, staring right back at you. With judging eyes, examining every single part of your face. The bags under your eyes, the ruined makeup that runned through your cheeks. The way your eyes were red and looked exhausted from crying. You looked so broken, exhausted, crushed, lost. You looked like a little girl who had just lost everything in her life.

“I knew that Luthor would leave you like this, she is just as bad-” She claimed as she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

You interrupted, yelling. You felt your blood boiled, Lena was everything to you, and you wouldn't let anyone talk badly about her. Especially if they are comparing to her family, that line nobody should cross, Lena was good, strong, and so many things, that not even the world deserved her. “Don't you dare to talk about Lena like that!”

“Danvers! Open your eyes, look at you!” She exclaimed as she waved her hand pointing at you.

You murmured, as you got up and tried to clean your clothes only to find them still wet the night before. “I’m fine”

The brunette looked at you in misbelief, before she commented, walking closer to you.“No, you are not, you are a broken little girl lost because you trusted a Luthor”

“Lena is not like her family!” You exclaimed as you furrowed your eyes. Thoughts came into your mind, saying your boss was right. Lena had done the same thing Barry, Lucy and you Dad did.

“Yes, she is! She fits into the Luthor family profile perfectly-” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts,

“She is everything good in this world. And I will not let you speak of ger like that!” You yelled as you slammed both of your hands on the table, with irritation before pointing your finger at her threatly.

After a few seconds of both of you losing your cool, JJ pinched her nose, before looking at you madly. “Okay then, did you sleep here?”

“I'm gonna take that as a yes, and without any further you are fired, get out of my bakery” You kept quiet, and avoided her glance in irritance. She looked at you and scoffed

“JJ? Please come on-” You resonated but the brunette just shocked her head before pointing at the door.

“You broke the contract, you slept in the workplace, and most importantly you are not in shape working here, Danvers” She responded with a cold voice.

“You can't be serious” You shake your head with a sad smile, joking. You couldn't lose it, not after you lost everything.

“I am and leave before I call the police” You looked at her in disbelief, as the last straw of the cup came out.

You walked out of the bakery with tears. Cleaning them with your sleeves as you entered the jewelry shop. You have visited millions of times, with hope and happiness in your chest.

“Hello, Mr. Rogers,” You said as you walked inside, seeing the old man in the chair reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, Y/N. A beautiful morning isn't it?” He responded as he got up to hug you.

Mr. Rogers had become somehow a therapist during the last two years, you would come into the jewelry shop and ramble about your day after paying a part for the ring you were fancying for Lena.

You murmured as you pulled away, putting on your best facade. “Yeah”

The nickname, Mr. Rogers had put on you after you came with Maggie to help her with their wedding rings, and made a sad smile on your face. “How can I help you, baby Danvers?

You avoided his glance for a few seconds, before looking him in the eye, as you felt your eyes grow tired and wet.“Mr. Rogers, I want to return the ring”

“Are you sure? Y/N, you've been paying this ring for two years now, and all the money will take me at least two days to return it to you” The man spoke as he looked at you worried.

You commented, your voice breaking at the middle of the sentence.“Yes I'm sure, Mr. Rogers, please just give all the money to the orphanage”

“Miss. Y/N-” The old man noticed and went to speak up. But you interrupted him cleaning your tears and taking a deep breath.

You said cutting him off, trying to evade the conversation. “Please don't, Mr. Rogers. Please don't”

“Can you give these to my Alex, the next time you see her?” The old man hugged you, of pity and worries. And you started to walk away before you put 5 letters on the counter giving him the best facade you could.

He responded nodding, putting the letters behind the register.“Yes, as you wish Y/N”

“Goodbye, Mr. Rogers. Thank you for everything” You concluded before walking out of the store, as tears began to flow freely. The feeling of everything slipping away remained and became stronger. You felt lost, broken, numb, without anything or anyone.

The walk to your and Lena’s shared penthouse, well now Lena’s penthouse felt longer than it already was. Your mind and heart with throbbed pain, that felt any never-ending. You walked through the streets with your head down, since every time you would lookup. You would see something that would remind you of Lena.

Your heart ached as you waited outside of the Penthouse building. Mr. Smith waited in the car, as Lena came down to go to LCorp as any other day. Dressed in the green shirt of your first date, black heels, a black skirt, and a perfectly done ponytail. You watched as she looked like nothing had happened.

Your heartaches, as she looks normal. Like if nothing had affected her. Tears began to come out, so you walked to the inside parking of the building, and entered it by the garage door.

The only light on the apartment was in the kitchen. The cold air of the penthouse occupied the penthouse. The silence was the only thing that could be heard.

The penthouse was perfectly decorated for you and Lena. There were photos of the two of you hanging around, photos with the superfriends, and with your mom and sisters. There wasn't much color in the apartment it still felt like home. Blankets and Pillows on the couch hanging for comfort.

Pain and memories flowed into you, as you walked through the penthouse. Every Single Part of the apartment had space in your memory. You walked slowly to where the pictures were hung, and each one in where you stood took them away. The moment you went to remove the picture of your’s and Lena’s anniversary, everything came crashing down.

This time, it felt heavier, it felt stronger, it felt real. Your heartache was slowly consuming you from the inside out. It felt like a never stopping pain. It felt like an avalanche of emotions, angriness, emptiness, heartbreak, sadness. It felt surreal, you couldn't even make out the events of last night, neither less your feelings.

As the time passed your doubts, and insecurities crowded your mind as you worked your way into collecting your things. And somehow in the makeup for excuses for Kara and Lena, you worked extremely well. Taking only the things that strictly belonged to you.

Boxes slowly began to crowd the living room, and your bottling feelings began to count down when you noticed there wasn't anything else to pack. Pain caught your throat, and tears invaded your eyes, as the last boxes were closed.

You glanced around the penthouse when you felt your breathing getting heavier, and the wall closing in. But there wasn't anything that could help you, there was only pain, in every inch of the place.

You slide down the wall of the kitchen as the feelings sunk in. Tears flowed out of your eyes and small nonsense of crying would come out of your mouth. You let them flow in, you let them destroy you, you let them cause pain. You couldn't do anything, not because you weren't capable, but because you couldn't hurt your own family.

Avalanches of emotions came and went away in the question of minutes, and somewhere around the way, you had found yourself the courage to face reality. To get up and do the right thing.

Your phone rang the moment the UBER was downstairs waiting for you. You closed your eyes, gaining all of the courage you had, to close the door and walk away.

With now a change of casual clothes, you walked inside LCorp and found Jess as fast as you could, without seeing your ex-girlfriend. The brunette young woman looked at you with a smile, before she spoke up. “Miss Y/N, Miss Luthor is available”

“I'm not here to see, Lena. Jess” You said as you walked to her desk with a yellow envelope, in which the keys of the penthouse were.

The Latine woman, looked at you confused before she commented “Then how can I be of your assistance, Miss Danvers?”

With a sad smile, you responded. Avoiding her glance.“Please don't call me Miss Danvers Jess, feels like I'm Kara or my mom”

You took a second to gather the courage, before putting the envelope on her desk, taking a deep breath.“Also, I'm just here to give you this, so you could give it to Lena”

“I hope you the best, Jess” The Brunette caught your meaning and the situation. Putting dots together when she saw the small tear coming from your eye, as you tried to keep up with your posture. She nodded and let you go without any other explanation.

Walking out of the LCorp building was harder than you thought, the feeling of regret and heartbreak began to creep out of your chest, as you felt the tears coming out. You were leaving for them, so they could be happy, and they could be okay. And you would do it all over again.

Crowded streets, sunlighted days, food overwhelm, the technology used, and superheroes capes, was what made National City. And even when you experience the most bearable moments of the city, you never once saw it fall down. Thanks to a lot of good people, including Lena Luthor and Kara Zor-El, and they deserved each other, and you couldn't get in the way of that.

Some places feel at home temporarily. But the truth is that home can be anything. A place, a memory, a thing, a person. Sooner or later we find our way home. But for various reasons, you don't feel like you would find a home. Not even a light out of the tunnel that the universe has put on your way.

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #supergirl imagine #kara danvers x reader #alex danvers x reader #baby danvers

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zackcollins · 3 years

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i can’t sleep without you || penny oleksiak

Author’s Note: Look... She’s the Canadian record holder for most medals at the Summer Olympics. My brain decided that warranted a little piece of writing. I hope I did it and her justice because she truly is an icon. Both for the sport of swimming and for the Oleksiak family. GIF credit to maljic!

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything! Feel free to let me know if anything should be warned about though. I’ll gladly add a warning for you.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Title: Sleep Without You by Brett Young

Additional: The reader should be gender-neutral. They’re implied to be a swimmer, so I did the best I could. Anyways! I hope everyone enjoys this! Feedback is always welcomed!!

You were humming along to the music filtering through your headphones. On the tray in front of you, you were tapping a pencil against your crossword book. You only had a few words filled in and it was driving you bonkers not being able to figure out some of them. Shifting your attention from the music to the crossword puzzle, you scanned the clues again to see if there were any easy ones that you missed.

5 Down: Layman’s oesophagus

Bopping your head along to the music, you smiled as you wrote ‘throat’ in the appropriate squares. You were grateful that you had found at least one easy clue. Filling out a few more answers that you had somehow missed, you tapped his pencil against the book a second time when you reached a stalemate at one of the remaining clues.

13 Across: Town at Eighth Mile of Boston Marathon

You paused your music, slid your headphones around your neck, turning to your best friend, Penny, beside you. You put the crossword book on the tray in front of her, pointing at the clue.

“You’re a trove of useless knowledge,” You said, “do you know the answer to that?”

Instead of answering, Penny grabbed the pencil and wrote Natick across the correct squares. Smiling, you slid the crossword book back in front of yourself. Penny handed you the pencil, turning back to the movie she was watching on the seat display; it looked like Finding Nemo or Finding Dory if you were to guess.

“Thanks, Penny,” you said, punching her playfully in the shoulder.

Humming, Penny smiled without looking away from her movie. “You’re welcome, babe.”

Leaning over, Penny checked her shoulder against yours. Your mouth went dry, face heating up both from the contact and the fact that Penny had called you what she had called you. Despite yourself, your traitorous body felt gooey and fuzzy. You quickly slid your headphones on, restarting the music. The last thing you needed was Penny to figure out how you felt.

For the rest of the flight to Calgary, you tried to focus on your crossword puzzle and the music you were listening to. You tried not to focus on the lingering gooey and fuzzy feelings the shoulder check and pet name from Penny had caused. Keyword: tried. Even with your music blasted as loud as was safe, you could still hear Penny laughing along to the movie. Every time Penny laughed, the gooey and fuzzy feelings bubbled back up deep within your gut.

When the plane finally landed about an hour later and everyone was disembarking, you kept to yourself. You knew your face was burning as bright as the morning sun after everything that had happened. The last thing you needed was someone to question you about it.

Thankfully, the bus ride to the hotel was without incident. You were also able to finish your crossword. Seeing as Penny was the last person you wanted to interact with right now, you went to Maggie for help. Maggie was concerned as to why you weren't asking Penny because she knew the two of you did everything together but she ultimately helped you when you said that Penny just wanted to rest after the long flight. Though, you were fairly certain you saw Maggie give you a sideways glance once or twice as she was giving you the answers to some of the clues. You couldn't be sure if it was because she didn't believe your story about Penny, or because she thought you were an idiot for not knowing the answers. Either way, you kept quiet and thanked her when the crossword was finished.

When everyone was assigned their rooms, you and Penny were paired together to the surprise of absolutely no one. Penny was talking to you about ways to refine your butterfly stroke when you put the keycard in the door. Walking into the room, you both froze as you dropped your suitcases beside each other.

Looking at each other after a moment, Penny cursed while you ran your hand down your face and around to the back of your neck, sighing.

“One bed,” you said, swallowing thickly. “There must’ve been a mix-up with the room assignments.”

Penny sighed, turning to you. “I’m alright with it as long as you are.”

You noticed something strange beyond the surface of Penny’s eyes; it looked like hope.

Feeling yourself short circuit, you nodded quickly. “Yeah, it’s fine.” Your words felt heavy, nervous. If Penny noticed, she didn’t acknowledge it.

Motioning to the bathroom, Penny began unzipping her suitcase. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. It helps me sleep.”

Feeling your mouth go dry for the second time that night, you nodded. You had seen Penny after a shower plenty of times; this time though, this time felt personal. Intimate. You would be sharing a bed, something that you had dreamt about for a while.

As Penny went to shower, you changed into your pyjamas. Swallowing thickly, you wanted to kick himself for packing nothing more than a pair of loose boxers and a skin-tight undershirt to wear to bed. Normally, that would be sufficient; you always had your bed. Today though, some power that existed made it happenstance that you would share a bed with the woman you had a lunar-sized crush on. In other words, loose boxers and a skin-tight undershirt felt insufficient.

When the bathroom door opened and Penny emerged wearing only sleep shorts and a sports bra, you felt less psychotic for wearing what you were wearing. Shimmying over toward the window, you allowed room for Penny on the side of the nightstand. Penny hummed in appreciation, slipping under the covers. Flicking on the lamp, she rolled over to face you.

“I hope you don’t mind that the lamp is on,” she said, motioning behind her. “Leaving a light on helps me sleep more soundly.”

You could see a blush rising on Penny’s face. Smiling softly, you slid under the cover and fluffed your pillow to get comfortable.

“No,” you said, “I don’t mind.”

You felt your heartstrings tug in different directions when Penny lit up with a genuine smile.

“Night, babe,” Penny yawned, closing her eyes. A few moments later, Penny’s breathing evened out.

“Night, Penny,” you mumbled, rolling over. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep after a few minutes. Your mind was transfixed on the fact that Penny had called you a pet name again.

In the morning, you felt warm. Too warm. Your first thought was that you had a fever. You grumbled and shifted around, trying to get comfortable in your newfound heat. That caused another grumble that you decidedly did not utter.

“Stay still, babe,” Penny mumbled, “cuddling you is no fun if you move.”

You sprung up as if you were on fire, looking down at Penny. Penny grumbled leaning on her elbow to look at you.

“Everything okay?” she asked, sounding concerned.

You swallowed, nodding haphazardly. “I’m sorry for invading your space like that.”

Penny ran a hand along your bicep. You shivered, leaning into the touch.

“You didn’t invade anything. I would’ve stopped you if I didn’t like it,” Penny paused.

“You mean...” the cogs started to turn in your head.

Nodding, Penny smiled. “Yes. I have feelings for you. Have had feelings for you for a long time.”

Sitting up properly, Penny cupped your face. On instinct, you brought your hands to Penny's ribcage. Shivering at the contact, Penny leaned in and ghosted her lips over yours. You felt your lips tremble at the feather-light sensation. You leaned in to chase the feeling, lips making contact with Penny's.

You kissed each other for a moment, pulling back when you nibbled on Penny's lower lip. Penny looked blissed and content when you looked into her eyes. She caught you staring and smirked.

Ducking your head, you placed it on Penny’s shoulder. Grabbing your chin, Penny pulled your head up. Looking into Penny's eyes, you could see nothing but tenderness and care staring back at you.

“You have pretty eyes,” you blurted.

Penny's face turned a soft shade of pink as she leaned in, kissing you. The kiss was soft, sweet, and the most meaningful kiss you had ever experienced. Unlike the kisses you had had with people in the past, this kiss with Penny felt like it mattered in the grand scheme of things. It felt right.

Laying down to cuddle some more before practice, you heard one of the phones vibrate on the nightstand. It was Penny's phone that had vibrated but when you went to give it to her, she had already fallen back asleep. You looked at the phone screen and saw that the notification was a text from her brother, Jamie. You knew what Penny's password was because she had trusted you with it ages ago. Sighing, you entered the 6 digits and opened up the text thread to see what Jamie had wanted this early in the morning.

After reading the message, you placed Penny's phone on the nightstand. You kissed her on the forehead before curling around her and drifting off to sleep. The only thing on your mind was that you were grateful that Penny had a brother like Jamie.

To: Coin

From: Giraffe

You're welcome for getting you two a room with one bed. All it cost me was a signed jersey. Now, it better have worked or else I'm flying up to Calgary myself to get you two fools together. Do you understand?

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neroushalvaus · 3 years

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Okay so the Downton Abbey 2 plot predictions are rolling in, here are mine!

Things I'm 99% sure will happen

- The first scene is Violet dying. They've announced that all of the main cast will be returning so I believe she will be in the movie. The scene won't be sad, it will be a gentle ending to a long journey and be treated as such. Maggie Smith will offer some of the most phenomenal acting we've ever seen, say one last witty comment and pass away with a smile on her face. - Edith will give birth during the movie. Bertie will be very passionate about wanting to be present during the birth. Everyone is against it at first but eventually he will not be held back.

Things that I'd like to happen

- This child-erasure needs to stop. The children will have their own subplot in this movie. They will be like 8, 7 and 5, they know how to get in trouble. Let George, Sybbie and Marigold have their own subplot you cowards. In my opinion children are the most interesting kind of characters and these three are children growing up in very strange settings. Give them personalities, relationships and opinions. Let them have an adventure. Let George ask Mw Baw-- I mean Mr Barrow for help with some mischievous scheme. Let Marigold experience anxiety or be defiant or be feisty, also let her be scared of the thought that her parents will love the new baby more than her. Let Sybbie be confused about living in Downton as "Miss Sybbie" since she has lived as a working class child as well. I would watch an entire movie only about them ok. - Okay so my original prediction was "Thomas will have his own romantic side plot". I can't believe I wrote an entire thing about this and got jossed even before I hit "send". Let's try again. - Ok hear me out - could Thomas have a plot with the children? I mean we did establish in the sixth season that he's "awfully sweet" with them, George "rules him with a rod of iron" and that they adore him right back. Why not use that in the next movie? Maybe the kids get in trouble and need good old Thomas to scheme their way out of that trouble so their parents won't find out. You know, let Thomas be both sweet and witty, like a good combination of the sneaky s1 Thomas and the kind s6 Thomas. Give me Sybbie, Marigold, George and Thomas as partners in crime (sorry Caroline and the new baby, you're too young) and let them be equal, none of that master or miss nonsense. I would leave the movie theatre happy. - Even if Ellis will not be joining us, we probably can assume Thomas and him are still doing it long-distance so I'd like for Thomas to have a heart to heart with Tom and them bonding over being in love with someone who is far away. It could be very short and sweet, not necessarily moving the plot forward, just a simple nod to the audience that "yes, we did not in fact forget their s/o's". - Now finally moving on from Thomas. If Violet truly dies in the movie, I would like it to deal with Isobel's feelings after that. I do realize Julian Fellowes does not understand that he has written a lesbian love story, but maybe he will understand that Violet is a very important person in Isobel's life and losing a person like that affects you. Maybe Isobel tries her best to help others throughout the movie, coming off as bit nosy and annoying, and finally she admits to herself that she is just trying to fill the space bickering with Violet and having Violet as a companion (she must use that word I don't make the rules) left in her life. - Dr Clarkson will be in the movie. Maybe he'll deliver Edith's baby?

Things that won't happen but that would make me very happy

- Tom will be a socialist again and a class traitor no more. He will call the Crawleys out on their nonsense and actually do something to change the world for the better. Let Branson be political again. - Sarah O'Brien comes back and she and Baxter have a girlboss fight over who gets to be Cora's girlfriend and Thomas's best friend. - Carson's essential tremor will be taken seriously and not brushed aside whenever he needs to pour someone a drink. - Ignoring my every other prediction: The movie will be set in season 3 before the christmas special so every Dan Stevens fan will rush to the movie theatre. - The movie will end with the Crawleys selling Downton Abbey. It becomes an orphanage and the last shot will be Mary and Anna looking at it from distance. The children are playing and laughing and running around the great yard. "I feel like I've failed you", Mary says. Anna doesn't understand. "You said Downton Abbey was the heart of this community. I was supposed to keep it beating. You must be so disappointed in me." Anna looks at the children, we get a close-up of their happy faces. "Does it not look like it's beating, m'lady?"

#can that last one happen #please #downton abbey #long post /#give me thomas barrow and the kids or give me death.

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ikleesfiction · 3 years

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I'm a fucking alcoholic (with a sweet tooth)

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 1,623 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the third one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : It's fluff. I hope it doesn't end up too cringy?

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It is a cold Friday in Chicago. You would say it is super cold since you worked in the warm weather of Los Angeles last week. Jay is coming over to your place after work. Now both of you are snuggling on the couch, watching movies on TV.

"I cannot watch this part," You hide your face in Jay's chest, preparing for the frightening scene. The darkness in the room increases the tension.

"What are you talking about? This is not even a horror movie," Jay looks down at you, bemused.

"Say you! Watching Tom Cruise blowing up a Gallardo distressed me. My soul is crying. It is a nightmare!"

You move out from Jay's embrace to point out the screen where Maggie Q said it is such a nice car. "Yes, it is! Don't do it, Zhen," yell you at the TV.

However, The Lamborghini on screen still went kaboom and was engulfed in fire. "Oh, no!" You put your hand on your heart, feeling devastated.

Jay grins at your silliness, "I'm sorry for your loss," He rubs your back, offering his condolences. However, his smile turns flirty. "If there's anything I can do to ease your pain..."

You play along with his idea. "Hmm, is that so?" Your hands wrap around Jay, pulling him closer. Your nose is tracing his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek. Your lips softly grace his skin, make their way closer to his. Jay wasted no time to kiss you and keep kissing you.

You don't know how long it goes, and you don't care to know. Until Jay moves back abruptly, tilting his head away from you, "Your pho..."

Your lips cut his words as you get on his lap. Jay puts his hands on your waist to stop you, halfheartedly, "Babe, your phone is ringing,"

Your hands curl behind his neck. "Let it ring." You whisper to his ear. Jay shudders when he feels your breath on his neck. Your mouth soon follows to make a mark on the same point. Jay tries to hold himself back from reciprocating the gesture.

Unlike Jay and his work, you got no obligation to pick up your phone. No life or death depends on you tonight. But the phone keeps shrieking. It started to annoy you because Jay stops participating in this make-out session.

"Might be important," This is one of the rare times you want to curse Jay's occupation.

"I assure you it won't be," You try to get Jay back in the game.

"Well, at least you can tell them to call you back later," Jay lands a soft kiss on your forehead. With a loud sigh, you move away from Jay's lap to pick up your phone.

Seeing the caller ID frustrates you even further. "You are interrupting our date night," is the first thing you say to your best friend, Alex, when you receive the call and put it on speaker.

"Hi, Jay!" Alex chirps his greeting, ignoring your complaint.

Jay greets back with a chuckle, "Hey, man. Nice to hear from you," He takes the remote to pause the movie, where Tom Cruise is gunning a Mercedes CLK down the road.

"No, it's not." You grumble under your breath. "What's up? Did you just come up with a song idea that would make Bruno Mars wished he wrote it?"

As a fellow songwriter/producer, you understand that song inspiration could come anytime. But it would still piss you off if Alex insists on working for it tonight.

"Not yet. But we do have a potential project for you,"

"Couldn't it wait until next week?" You moan your refusal. "Jay and I got plans for the weekend,"

"Of course. As long as you promise to pick up your phone when Angelique calls. I know you have been dodging her." Alex chides you.

Huffing your aversion, you lay your head on Jay's lap. In reflex, he plays with your hair. "Who's Angelique? A new talent?" Jay never heard that name before. He is pretty sure that he knows everybody at Pyramid, Alex's record label in Amsterdam where you work for.

Alex starts to explain, "She is a singer. Been around for a while,"

"Country singer, turned bubblegum pop singer, and now I guess she wants to try dance music as well?" You elaborate to Jay and asking Alex at the same time. You have written and produced songs from various genres, but your notable works so far are mostly EDM.

"Maybe," Alex answers casually.

"Angelique..." Jay ponders for a moment before lighting up, "Oh! Is she the one whose songs you keep skipping whenever they pop up, babe?"

Your best friend lets out a big laugh from the other side of the phone. "Angelique wants Y/N to produce her next album, but all of a sudden Y/N here cannot find the receive button on her phone," Alex emphasizes his sarcasm.

"I took yours, didn't I?"

However, Alex begins his interrogation. "Why are you avoiding her calls anyway?"

"I don't wanna work with her," You know you sound petulant.

"Come on, Y/N, it would be great! Angelique's third album sold triple more than her second. Her last single went neck to neck with Taylor Swift's song. Now, she is gonna let you work on her fourth album! Other producers would kill for this opportunity," Alex tries to reason.

Jay whistles, being impressed by the story.

"Well, my boyfriend here is a cop. I don't wanna get involved in any criminal activity," You are intentionally being obtuse. "If it were so great, why don't you do it? You're the one who still works on stage."

"You know people talked about how you could be the next Max Martin, right? Made sense that she asked for you," Alex states. "Angelique doesn't need another artist to perform with her. She needs someone who writes and produces good stuff."

"Every producer could be the next Max Martin if they work hard," You shrug the notion.

Jay looks confused with all these new names. "And Max Martin is...?"

"We are never ever ever getting back together?" Alex starts singing a couple bars to show Jay some examples of Max Martin's works.

"Uh..." Jay doesn't show any recognition.

"ou make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream?" Alex sings another song. Your best friend is nothing but persistent.

"Uhm.." And yet, Jay is still clueless.

"Jay is not keeping up with pop music for the last decade, Lex," You joke to your best friend. "Try some songs from the Backstreet Boys,"

"Hey!" Jay protests. "I know your songs," He smirks at you in full smug. "Especially the ones that were written about me."

You laugh at his adorable and sexy smirk. Sitting up from Jay's lap, you kiss the smug out of him.

"Guys, I'm still here." The flat tone of Alex on the phone stops Jay from taking the kiss further.

You peck a corner of Jay's lips one more time. "Your own fault. Who told you to call during our date night anyway?"

"Since I'm not there to poke and pinch you, I hope Jay could help me convince you to take this project." Your best friend is shameless.

"Is Angelique not a good person or something?" Jay tries to understand the situation. He knows you are a hard worker. It is rare for you to run off from a big project like this. "She ought to be a good singer, right? With all of that achievements,"

You cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend, "It is a prerogative to hate your best friend's exes, no?"

Jay frowns, "Wait, Angelique is Alex's ex?"

"Oh, come on!" groans Alex. "It was years ago!"

"You know how the saying goes. Quote-unquote, "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die”

"That was kinda harsh," Jay comments.

"Your best friend still hates me until now, Jay." You roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mouse doesn't hate you. I even haven't got a chance to tell him about you since he's been deployed," Jay raises his eyebrows.

"She meant your work partner," Alex answers Jay for you.

Jay frowns deeper, "Hailey doesn't hate you."

"Wanna bet on that?" You challenge him.

Alex prevents the couple from bickering further, "Guys, listen! Angelique and I broke up amicably. There were no hard feelings between us now,"

"Excuse you!" You exclaim. "I still remember those dark days. You cried over so many Tequila bottles. And those boxes of chocolate!! Why did we have to consume that much chocolate over a breakup?? My waistline did not come back to its original measurement for three months!!"

Jay lets out an amused snort.

"Oh, you don't get to talk, man!" Alex hits the couple back. "Your temporary breakup also forced me to replenish my Jenever stocks! I got bakeries phone numbers on speed dial for chocolate cake emergencies!"

Jay puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You guys continue to discuss business," He stands up from the couch. "I'm gonna go warm up some pie," Jay gestures to the kitchen area. "Alex, it's nice to catch up with you. Hope the next time we talk, it would be more social and less about business,"

"And you, love, try to listen to what Alex offers first before you cut him off," Jay bends down to kiss your lips teasingly. "Please don't pull out any bottles with more than 40% alcohol content. I need you sober for our plans tonight." He winks at you before moving to the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your pushy best friend alone.

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Foot Note: - Tom Cruise and Maggie Q blew up a Lamborghini Gallardo in Mission: Impossible III (2006). All of the MI movies are classics in my household. - Max Martin is a Swedish record producer, songwriter. You might not know his name, but I'm sure you know his songs. In reference to this fic, he co-wrote and co-produced Taylor Swift's "We are never ever ever getting back together", co-wrote Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", co-wrote and co-produced some of Backstreet Boys' biggest hits. - "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die" line is taken from Henrietta Wilson on 9-1-1 TV Series S02E04 "Stuck". I thought it was hilarious. The line became the reason for this particular fic's existence.

I'm sorry for the long note. Thank you for reading this fic and the note. You are so welcome to reply, ask or tag me. We can talk about music, series or Jesse Lee Soffer's abs. :p

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead fic #one Chicago fic #chicago pd fic #chicago pd tv #jay halstead #reader #original character #fanfiction #one shot #original work #wyftiiffy

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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thoughts on Bela///Donna?

What a lovely can of worms you've placed in my inbox, dear nonnie. I cannot wait to open it and lose followers (regardless of what I actually say).

Since this is, uh, a subject of some debate among RE8 fans, I will be inputting my thoughts on the idea of the ship (and the possible controversy), as opposed to doing HCs or something for it (which I recognize might be what you were asking for, despite the excessive /s).

This is all based on my playthroughs of the game, as well as what I've managed to double check on the fandom/wiki for it. I know that a lot of people who read fanfic for the game haven't actually played it, likely having been lured in by Tall Vampire Milf, and so I hope that some people will be open to a reminder of, like, canon vs fanon? I've mentioned in a previous post that there's a lot of details for RE8 that are not made clear, and I feel the need to reiterate that in this post. Capcom left a lot of stuff up to people's imaginations, or kind of just hinted at in game or in concept art.

But more importantly, regardless of what game we're talking about, regardless of the conclusion I come to (and the one you come to) at the end of this post, I want to say that I absolutely understand the need/desire to have your own perspective/take on the characters from the game, as well as their dynamics. If a ship makes you uncomfortable because you see the characters as being family members, it's totally okay. Block the ship tag, or filter it out when you look through fandom stuff, don't follow people who post for it, etc, etc.

If you think of characters as being family-family (like, not just "we got married and are now a family" but, like, "we're siblings/parent and child") and still ship them? uh. sorry, bruv, maybe think of hitting that unfollow button. No, seriously, hit that unfollow button. This blog is anti-incest, thank you very much.

The last thing I'll say before putting it under a read-more (for both length and major RE8 spoilers) is that I recognize that I might have missed something, either in game or developers talking about things on social media, and so if you read through this and go "god, J, you're such a dumbass for forgetting *critical piece of media*" or even just "okay but have you seen *small but meaningful piece of media*?" please. Just. Please. Tell me. Link me to that shit. I WANT to know if I'm wrong. I've literally avoided talking about this for as long as I could in order to TRY and make sure I have all the context I need.

With that said, let's examine what context we are given for Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, and their relations to each other. I will be leaving my personal thoughts on Bela///Donna at the very end of this, as somewhat of a conclusion, somewhat of just a "hey, this is what you technically asked me about".

Firstly, let me begin by explaining what I consider to be the 3 tiers of "canon"

In-Game/Direct: The highest, truest tier, the definitive canon. This is everything that takes place in game, excluding certain hallucination scenes (ex: Mia was not really in House Beneviento, but we can infer some things from what Donna made Ethan hallucinate about). Things either happen, or are directly stated by characters. There's some wiggle room for dialogue, as characters can lie, but overall we, as the audience, assume we are being told the truth. At the very least, games usually eventually make it clear when a character has been dishonest. Examples of Direct Canon include the following: Ethan is infected with the mold, Lady Dimitrescu drinks blood, Heisenberg wears sunglasses, Mother Miranda can shapeshift.

Concept Art/Developer's Notes/Indirect: Mid-tier and debatable, the "we think, but we're not sure" of canon. Resident Evil: Village contains lots of concept art that the players can browse through, all of which include notes from the developers about the game, characters, environments, and story. Sometimes the notes make something "direct", but oftentimes they do not specify whether the listed idea is still canon or if it was removed during development. This tier also includes information that is implied/can be inferred from tier 1 information, but is not directly stated. Examples of Indirect Canon include the following: Donna's mother died by suicide, Moreau was going to have his lover fused to his back, Duke was originally a fifth lord, Heisenberg was going to have a twin. As you can see, not all of the concept art ideas made it into the final version of the game, so it can be hard when some information seems like it might still be true (such as the matter of Donna's parents).

Fanon/"False": Sometimes collective ideas in a fandom become so widespread that people start interpreting them as actual canon. Sometimes it gets hard to remember what's just obscure lore and what's fanon. When we get a piece of fiction as overall vague as a lot of Resident Evil: Village is, there's bound to be some confusion over time. That's one of the main reasons I waited to talk about Bela////Donna until after I had recently replayed relevant sections of the game, as I wanted to remind myself of what we're actually told. Examples of False Canon are difficult to pinpoint, but might include things like: Hufflepuffs are good at finding things? The Avengers got along for awhile and all had their own rooms in the tower? There's a number scale for the danger level of ghosts in Danny Phantom?

For this post, I will be limiting the majority of my notes to the first two levels of canon, and will do my best to mark them as such. Now... let us... begin.

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Born no later than 1914, Alcina Dimitrescu was 44 years old when she was granted the Cadou by Mother Miranda. (1st Tier: Canon. Source: A note in the castle basement from a servant is dated 1958, and mentions both Alcina and her children. Secondly, Miranda's experiment notes state that Alcina was the 181st subject, and was given the Cadou at age 44. By doing math, we can then determine the earliest Alcina could have been born.)

Alcina refers to the other Lords as her family once without any disdain (when Ethan first arrives at the castle and is caught, Alcina says "you've escaped my little brother"). In a private journal (located near where she threw the infamous vanity) she insults the other Lords, and expresses anger that she is "treated like a sister to them". She argues with Heisenberg without any hesitation, and seems honest in her hatred of him (per Maggie Robertson's wunderbar performance). (1st Tier/2nd Tier: Canon with a sprinkle of interpretation for the last line)

Alcina openly refers to Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela as her daughters, and wrote in her experiment journal that she felt instantly connected to them (as mother and daughters). (1st Tier: Canon).

Bela Dimitrescu:

Likely born in the 1930's or 1940's, in order to be an adult by 1958 (the first dated appearance of the Dimitrescu daughters). (2nd Tier: Based on inference)

Dialogue shows that all three of the daughters do love their mother, and reinforces the bond Alcina's journal mentions. (1st Tier: Canon)

We are not given any information about how Bela feels about the other Lords, or even what she knows about them. Once can assume that she shares the ideas of her mother, either because Alcina tells her things directly, or because Bela (who is eager to please her mother) picks up on them over time. (2nd Tier: Based on inference)

Donna Beneviento:

No idea when she was born. If you've read one of my recent posts, then you know that it's almost entirely a matter of 2nd and 3rd tier canon.

Of the four lords, Donna seems to have the most story within the 2nd tier, and has very, very little in the 1st tier. Duke says she's somewhat isolated, and that her "playmates" never leave the house. Miranda's notes state that Donna is mentally ill, and the gardener's diary states/implies (bit of both) that Donna has severe social anxiety. (1st/2nd Tier: Mostly canon)

Supposedly, her parents committed suicide while she was still a child. This is indicated in concept art/the attached developer's notes. However, the only part that's also directly stated in game is that her parents (specifically her father) died while she was young. (1st/2nd Tier: Mostly canon)

While Donna only has one voice line in the game (and it's sad), Angie talks a fair bit. Angie seems to disapprove of the other Lords, or at the very least enjoys mocking them, as well as enjoys watching them fight with each other. As Angie is connected to Donna, and Donna has some level of control over her, one can assume that the two have similar (if not the same) opinions. (1st/2nd Tier: Mostly Canon)

Donna was adopted by Mother Miranda as an adult. It's unclear exactly how old Donna was, or what exactly Miranda did as her "mother", just that Donna was excited about it. (1st Tier: Canon)

Other Relevant Information:

Heisenberg refers to the other Lords as his siblings a minimum of 1 time. Similarly to Alcina, however, he openly insults them and seems to hate them. He just, you know, hates Mother Miranda the most. (1st Tier: Canon)

Mother Miranda does not actually give a shit about the four Lords, intended for them to die before the ceremony, and has been manipulating them for her own gain this entire time. Her notes and dialogue make it clear that she only cares about getting Eva back. Somehow mother of the year and worst mother ever. At the same time. (1st/2nd Tier: Mostly Canon)

It's unclear who treats Alcina "like a sister" to the other Lords. Were there cut lines of dialogue that cemented the idea of them being a "family"? Did Miranda call them a "family" as part of pretending she cared about them? I've done my best to dig around, but there's very little in game that treats them as a family of any sort.

As each Lord ruled their own section of the region, they don't have any mentions of interacting with each other outside of meetings with Mother Miranda. None of the notes for any Lord (and their relevant experiments) mention what the others are doing. In game, their environments are very separate, very well divided, though this is likely as much for gameplay as it is for story.

Conclusion:

I do not not believe there is enough in game evidence to suggest that Alcina and Donna consider themselves to be siblings. There's the possibility for a large age gap, Alcina was a fair bit older than Donna when she met Miranda, Donna is a social recluse whose closest bonds were with dead blood relatives and dolls, Alcina openly dislikes (if not hates) the other Lords, they seemingly lived very separate and distanced lives, and Mother Miranda does not enforce the idea of "family". Furthermore, the sheer contrast between how Alcina interacts with/speaks of the other Lords compared to how she interacts with/speaks of her daughters says a lot about her feelings. Even if Heisenberg takes the brunt of her anger, Alcina never once says anything remotely positive about anyone other than Miranda and her daughters.

As Alcina/Bela and Donna are not blood-relatives, the definition of what would count as "incest" does vary depending on who you ask. Personally, I do count non-blood relations as potentially incestuous. For example: Alcina "dating" one of her daughters would be incest, regardless of the fact that she's a mutated human and her daughters are weird swarms of flies.

Now, I do understand how popular the idea of the four Lords being a real, chaotic but still close family is. And as I mentioned above, it's totally valid to not like the Bela///Donna ship, whether it's because you think they're family or some other reason. I don't personally see them that way, even in my definitely-not-canon stories.

Do I personally ship Bela///Donna? Nope. Have I liked art for the ship? Admittedly yes, even if I thought some of it was, like, maiden x Bela because Donna didn't have her veil and I'm a DUMBASS who doesn't always remember to read tags. Would I ever write for it? Yeah, probably, assuming I didn't miss anything in game/that I don't eventually change my mind.

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Letters

A/N The part 2 to Matchmaker! Thanks for all the love on the last part!

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It had been three days since you had given Spencer your phone number. You also hadn’t seen him in three days you gave it to him on a Friday and on Monday Maggie wasn’t in school.

The stomach bug had been going around, so you hoped it was all that was wrong with her, but you were starting to lose hope of Spencer asking you out.

You were on your lunch break, sitting in your classroom, planning tomorrow’s lesson when your phone started ringing.

You didn’t recognize the number but picked up anyway hoping you would hear the person you were hoping it was on the other line.

“Hello? Y/N?”

You sighed in relief.

“Hi Spencer.” You said.

“Hi, I was just calling to say that if you’d still like to, tomorrow night I’m free for dinner.” Spencer said.

You smiled. “Sure. What time tomorrow?”

“I’ll pick you up around 6.”

You quickly gave him your address before he said that he had to go. As soon as he hung up, you did a little happy dance around your classroom.

“Why do I have to go to Uncle Matt’s for dinner?” Maggie asked from place in the backseat.

“Because I’m going to dinner somewhere else. But I promise that tomorrow night I’ll make it up to you. We’ll play games and I’ll let you watch a movie.” Spencer said.

That didn’t seem to lighten Maggie’s mood.

“Are you going to Uncle Dave’s for dinner again? ‘Cause last time you said that when you ate there again I could go and Auntie JJ was going to bring Henry and Micheal.” Maggie said, wrapping her arms around Lily.

“I’m not going there. I’ll tell you about it when I get back. And you’ll have fun tonight.” Spencer said.

After dropping Maggie off at Matt’s house he took and deep breathe and started off twoards your apartment building.

You hadn’t been on a first date in a while and you were very, very, nervous. You didn’t know how formal the place you were going was, but you didn’t want to be over dressed.

You settled on a simple black dress that ended right above your knees. You were pacing by your front door when the knock came.

You opened the door right away and smiled at the sight of Spencer. He was holding a small bouquet of flowers and smiled at the sight of you.

“I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so I just got an assorted bunch.” He said, handing you the bouquet.

“Thanks. These are perfect. Just let me put these in water.” You said, leaving the door open as you stepped into the kitchen. You quickly filled a vase and then left with Spencer.

A few minutes later you pulled up outside a small restaurant. After you two were seated and ordered your drinks you turned to each other.

“I’m so glad you agreed to go out with me tonight.” Spencer said. He seemed very nervous.

“I’m glad you asked me.” You said.

“To be honest, after Maggie said all those things I was planning on running of there and never showing my face to you again. Luckily, Maggie left Lily at her desk. Which is odd, because Maggie never forgets Lily anywhere.” Spencer said.

The two of you both turned your heads.

“Do you think-“ You said right as Spencer said “I wonder if she-“

You both stopped and laughed, and then shook your heads.

“Maggie is very wonderful to have in class though. Easily one of the smartest students. And she always talks to fondly of you. And all her aunts and uncles, which she has a lot of.” You said.

“I work with a small group of people and we’re basically a family. All their kids call me ‘Uncle Spencer’ so it was only natural. So it’s Tara, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Luke, Matt, Dave, and Derek and Hotch, who I don’t work with anymore.”

“It must be so great to have so many people to help you out.”

There was a pause in the conversation as the waiter returned with your drinks and you ordered your food.

“If you don’t mind me asking...what happened to Maggie’s mother?” You asked after a moment.

Spencer sighed and took a sip of his drink before answering.

“We hadn’t been together very long when she got pregnant with Maggie. We originally planned to raise her together, she even named her Margaret after Magaret Hamilton, who wrote the code that helped the moon landing. But one day when Maggie was five months old I came home and she was gone. She left me with Maggie.” Spencer said.

“That’s awful, Spencer, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You said.

“No, no, it’s alright. It has been 6 years. They’ve been a little rough, but it’s getting better.”

A comfortable silence came over the table.

“So why first grade?” Spencer asked after a moment.

“When I was in first grade I had the worst teacher ever.” You started.

Spencer chuckled a little.

“I don’t want to be mean, but it’s true. I hated first grade because of her. So I decided that I wanted to teach first grade so no one would ever have that experience again.” You said.

Spencer smiled. “Well, you’re doing a great job. Everyday Maggie comes home and tells me all the fun things she did at school. And I’ve never seen anyone able to get her out of her shell like you have.”

The two of you continued to talk into the night and when he dropped you off at home, your heart felt more full than it had in a long time.

Spencer carried Maggie into her bedroom from the car. When he had picked her up at Matt’s she had been fast asleep, and has slept the whole way home.

“I know who you were at dinner with.” Maggie mumbled.

Spencer laid her down on her bed and took her shoes off.

“Who?” Spencer asked quietly, brushing the hair off Maggie’s head.

“Miss Y/L/N. You were smiling like you do around her when he dropped me off.” Maggie mumbled before yawning.

“Go to bed. It’s late and you have school tomorrow.” Spencer said.

“I’m right though.” Maggie said.

Spencer smiled. “Yes you are. Now go to sleep.”

“All right students!”

It was the next day and you were still happy from last night.

“Today I have a very special project. Since we have been learning about mail, we are going to do a project where we write a letter to somebody. It can be to a friend, your parents, whoever.”

You grabbed the paper and envelopes and passed them around to all your students.

“And for homework tonight, go home and tell your parents what you’ve learned about writing letters and then ask them to write a letter. If want you can bring back the letter your parent wrote and share it with somebody.”

The next day you were sitting at your desk while your students were at recess.

You had gotten three letters from your letter assignment for parents. The first two talked about how great of a teacher you were, and how much their children loved having you as a teacher.

You smiled and then turned to the third letter.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

You are a wonderful teacher and lovely person to talk to. Thank you for all you’ve done for Maggie this year so far. I can tell that your work has only just begun.

I couldn’t have hoped for a better teacher for her. And of course, our dinner was an added plus.

With love,

Spencer

P.S I would love to have another dinner with you sometime.

You clutched the letter to your chest and smiled. You were definitely going to have to send a note home with Maggie tonight.

I was thinking maybe a part 3 but I’m not sure

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walkerwords · 3 years

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 15 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: What happens when a rider from Alexandria arrives with news from home? How does the reader react and what does Daryl think of it all. Then, when Alpha arrives at the gates, how will the group react when they discover that their enemy is much larger than they thought.

Word Count: 4827

Warning: Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Start A War” by Klergy and Valerie Broussard

Note: Enter Alpha. I promise there will be a reunion in the next part, but whether it will be a nice one...i don’t know. Set during episode 9x11 ″Bounty”.

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The next time the doors opened at Hilltop, you expected to see Alden and Luke, but instead, you saw Scott entering on a horse with a concerned look on his face.

You were sitting with Daryl on a table a bit separate from the other residents of Hilltop, trying to brainstorm about what you were going to do with Lydia.

"What's he doin' here?" Daryl asked, nodding his head towards Scott who was dismounting his horse.

"I don't know..." you said, just as confused. Tara was the one to meet him, gripping his hand tight. After sharing a quick hug, she pointed over at you and Daryl. Scott’s eyes found yours and he gave you a tight-lipped smile. You didn’t like the look of that. Scott squeezed her shoulder before heading your way. Something told you that he wasn't there for a friendly catch up with distant friends. As he approached, he almost looked worried, you really didn't like that.

"Hey," he said and Daryl reached out to grip his hand in a friendly gesture. The two men smiled at each other, but then Scott looked at you and a coldness settled over you.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "Is Michonne okay?" The last thing any of you needed was to be ambushed on the road by Lydia's mother and the rest of her so-called family.

"Michonne is fine," Scott assured you. "I was on my way here when I ran into them. They caught me up to speed on what happened. I'm on my way to Oceanside to inform Cyndie, and Michonne is going to send a rider to Kingdom. I'm so sorry about Jesus." You nodded, appreciating his condolences, but you knew there was more.

"Why were you on your way here? What happened at home?" you asked and Scott then began to wring his hands, something he always did when he was nervous. “Scott, tell me.”

"He got out," Scott said, “Negan, Negan got out of his cell.” And with those words, your world was pulled out from beneath you.

"What?" you asked, not quite registering what he was saying.

"The door to his cell was left unlocked and he escaped," he explained and you immediately went to defend yourself, but Scott was ahead of you. "We know it wasn't you, (Y/N). Gabriel was the last one to see him." Scott said, but Daryl was visibly confused. You, however, couldn't keep a single thought in your head before it went away and was replaced by another.

A feeling of almost betrayal washed over you and you nearly felt sick. You shoved it down before you could start tearing up, but it was almost too much.

Negan had walked out on you.

"Where's that son of a bitch now?" Daryl asked, bringing you back into your body.

"That's the weird thing," Scott said. “He came back." Your eyes shot back to his in shock.

"Excuse me?" you asked. Scott was chuckling under his breath.

"Yeah, confused the hell out of us, too. Just walked back in with Judith and said nothing as she took him back to the cell."

"What game is he playin'?" Daryl asked, but you couldn't, wouldn't, hear the answer. You got up from the table slowly.

"(Y/N)," Scott said, reaching for you. He was one of the people who had really seen the way you were with Negan and so he knew what this news would mean to you. "He's back now,” Scott assured you, but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Does that matter?” you shot back. “He still left in the first place, didn’t he?

“I know, but something tells me he wasn’t planning to stay gone long.”

“So, what? He just decided to go for a stroll? Does anyone even know where the hell he went or even how he got over the damn wall? The armory was locked too so he couldn’t have gotten weapons. Unless he was in my house which means I will be killing him as I have told him many times not to touch my damn knives. Then again, he’s very resourceful and smart, but he hasn’t had to kill Walkers in a while. I mean, not since the night when the tree came down. I don’t understand why he would even—”

“(Y/N)!” Scott said as he grabbed you by your shoulders and you jolted in his grip. “Calm down,” he said softly. Scott was looking down at you with understanding in his eyes and it was making you even angrier. You knew that you were rambling, it was something you did when you got overwhelmed.

Negan always said that when you did it, it was as if you were on fast forward.

"I need to not be here," you choked out as your heart felt like it was pressing against your ribs. You ignored their calls as you walked away. You didn’t have a destination in mind, but you needed to be alone.

You found yourself at the stables and jogged up the steps and into the loft. Hay was piled up in the corner as you collapsed against it, bringing your knees up to your chest. You didn’t fight the tears this time. They dripped down your cheeks and onto the damp floor.

You knew he was back. Negan was back home and probably waiting for you, but he had still left. What hurt the most wasn’t the fact that he decided to finally break out, but because you thought that what the two of you had was enough. You knew that he hated being in that cell, but you were going to try to do something about that. There also wasn’t a day that you didn’t think about leaving that door open in hopes that he would be free too, but you also knew that there were too many factors. Michonne would never let him be free and if Maggie had ever found out, Negan would be hunted.

“Foolish,” you whispered to yourself, scrubbing at your face. After everything you had lost, you thought at least that Negan was your new constant, but now? Now there was that level of uncertainty that just broke your heart.

“(Y/N)?” Daryl asked as he came up the stairs. You hastily wiped your face as he appeared around the corner.

“Go away,” you said, not looking at him.

“Not happenin’,” he said as he took a seat across from you. “Will ya look at me?” he asked and you were still for just a moment before finally turning your eyes back to his. He noticed the expression on your face immediately. “What’s goin’ on? And tell me the truth, no more of this ‘later’ shit.”

“I can’t do this right now,” you said and you were starting to hate the phrase.

“Well, yer gonna,” Daryl shot back. “Since when do ya lie to me?”

“Since when do you care?” you returned with just as much venom,

“Hey,” he said shortly.

“You’ve been gone, Daryl,” you said. “You don’t just get to jump back into my life like this and start demanding things. That’s not how this works.” He narrowed his eyes at you before relaxing into the hay at his back.

“You’re right,” he said. “I have been gone. I left ya, but I can still read ya like a damn book. So, why has this news about Negan got you all upset? Did he do somethin’ to ya? Did he hurt ya?”

“What? No!” you said, trying to diffuse his temper. “Nothin’ like that.”

“Then tell me,” he pleaded. You were trying to force the words out and you knew you had to tell him something. Jesus had been understanding, but this was Daryl and while he could always read you, sometimes he was impossible.

“We’ve grown closer,” you finally admitted. “Michonne and Gabriel asked me to speak with him. To make sure that he was still all there in his mind. Whether they had some kind of ulterior motive, I don’t know, but that’s how it started.”

“That’s how what started?” Daryl asked and you could hear some anger in his voice, but he was trying to remain calm for your sake.

“Do I really have to explain it?” you challenged.

“Maybe it’ll seem less insane if ya do,” Daryl said and you sighed.

“I care about him, alright? I fucking care about Negan and he cares about me. I have feelings for the man. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Daryl was frozen as he stared at you. You cautiously looked at the blades in his belt, taking note that he hadn’t grabbed them yet. That seemed to be a good sign.

“How did this happen?” Daryl simply said. Surprised that he didn’t immediately lash out, you began to tell him that had happened over the past couple of months. You poured your heart out to him and it felt...freeing. Daryl was quiet as you spoke, even moving over to your side so you could lean against him as you explained.

He didn’t interrupt and he didn’t leave.

He was patient as you told him about everything that had grown between you and Negan. When you mentioned the night when Negan saved Judith, Daryl began to chew on his thumbnail which you knew he only did when he was either nervous or thinking.

“He promised me that he would be waiting for when I got back,” you finished, your head on his shoulder.

“He is,” Daryl pointed out softly.

“Only after he realized he wouldn’t last more than a day outside our walls,” you scoffed.

“How do ya know that?” Daryl asked. “Ya don’t know why he went back, do ya?” You froze and then sat up in confusion. Daryl was looking at you with a stoic expression. “What?”

“Are you defending him?” you asked, surprised. Daryl sighed.

“Nah, I hate the guy. You and Judith may be the only ones who don’t,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I want ya to be hurt over somethin’ stupid the asshole did, (Y/N). There’s a lot we ain’t know about him. Sometimes I thought he was gonna off himself just for the fun of it. If you’ve been able to get inside that thick skull and ya found somethin’ worth carin’ about, that’s yer business.” You gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with Daryl Dixon?”

“Shut up,” Daryl scoffed.

“I mean it, what the hell? I have been terrified to come and see you because I thought you’d shoot me for even lookin’ at him for more than three seconds.”

“I’d never shoot ya,” Daryl said.

“You’d shoot him,” you pointed out.

“Probably,” he admitted, “but I haven’t seen the son of a bitch since his ass got thrown in there. Yer a grown-ass adult, ya don’t need some kind of blessin’ from any of us. Ya wanna be with him, be with him, but it better be for the right reason. Not just cause ya wanna fix him.”

You were honestly in shock at his words. Perhaps both you and Negan had been too quick to jump the gun on what people would think.

Then again, maybe Daryl was just trying not to set you off again.

“Jesus said something similar to me earlier about nobody really knowing Negan beside what he let us see,” you said quietly.

“Jesus knew?” Daryl asked.

“I told him when we were looking for Eugene. I guess you and Jesus do know me better than I thought,” you said and then pause. “Knew,” you corrected.

“He wouldn’t want ya to be sitting here like this,” Daryl said and then his hand drifted to your side where Paul’s sword rested. “M’glad Aaron gave you that.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Cause, Jesus knew the kind of person ya are. He recognized the warrior behind everything,” Daryl said. “He was a crazy son of a bitch, but when it came to readin’ people’s character, he was never wrong.”

“Thanks, D,” you said, grabbing his hand and gripping it tightly.

“Look, I ain’t gonna pretend to understand what yer doin’ with Negan,” he explained, “but I just hope ya don’t forget who he was even if he’s different now.” You nodded, taking his words to heart. You would never forget the monster behind the man. Just as you would never forget who Daryl or Michonne were when you met them. Hell, even your own past haunted you.

“I haven’t forgotten and I won’t, but I am not going to condemn him forever. If we did that, half the people in our lives wouldn’t be here,” you said.

“Ya talkin’ about Carol?” he asked with amusement in his eyes.

“You said it, not me,” you said with a jab to his shoulder. “No matter what we’ve done in the past and shit, I know we’ve done a lot, I just don’t want to use that as a death sentence. I think we’re better than that. We have to be.” Daryl looked thoughtful for a moment before sighing.

“Fine, I’ll go along with it for now,” he said, “but if he hurts ya and I mean, really hurts ya, I’ll kill him.”

“I’ll let you know if it ever comes to that,” you said and he smiled softly at you. You then reached over and kissed the top of his head while messing his hair. “Thank you.”

“Just stop keepin’ things from me. We’ve been through too much shit together for that to happen.”

“I know and no more secrets. I promise,” you said.

“Good.”

“Now, what are we gonna do about Lydia?” you asked, trying to divert the conversation.

“I don’t know. I don’t like that she and Henry seem to be bonding. I don’t trust her,” Daryl admitted.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to,” you said. Nothing about Lydia screamed trusting. However, after sleeping on it, you began to think that perhaps she was just what you had initially thought: a kid. While you still wanted to smack her at times, you were finally realizing that you have been too quick to judge.

“Come talk to her with me?” he asked and you took the hand he offered as he hauled you up to your feet.

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When you went to speak to the girl, hearing about the horror that was her mother was not what you expected.

After Daryl had yelled at him about him telling Lydia about the Kingdom, Henry had convinced him to listen to Lydia and what she had been telling him before you and Daryl had barged in. Daryl had offered her medicine and after asking about Alden and Luke, he began asking her questions.

You sat quietly next to him as they spoke. Lydia talked about what their life was like at the beginning of the end. The way she spoke about her mother sent chills down your spine. You knew about screwed up parents, as did Daryl, but this was a whole new level of crazy.

Although, hearing her talk about her father was when you finally saw the kid behind the killer. Though, you still weren’t sure that Lydia was even a killer after all. Even so, you could tell by just the way Lydia recounted the events of her father’s death that he had been the abusive one first. Although, that didn’t make up for the fact that her mother was beating her now.

You noticed the bruises before Daryl did and when you nodded towards them, that was when he went into protector mode. You knew that he still didn’t like her, but you knew that Daryl stood by the same code you and Negan did.

You don’t hurt kids.

“This place isn't real,” Lydia said as Daryl tried to convince her that Hilltop was safe. “The world changed, and you're all acting like it's gonna change back. My mom walks 'cause that's what the dead do. It's their world, and we have to live in it. And what my mom does, she does for a reason.” You shook your head at how much of an apologist Lydia had become for her abusive mother.

“Your mom beats you because she loves you? That's bullshit,” you said, not believing it for a second.

“No, it isn't. When you stay soft, people die,” Lydia argued.

“There’s a difference,” you said.

“Is there? Is that what you see when you look at yourself? I can see it in your eyes,” Lydia said. “You’re a killer. You may not know it, but one day you will be. You told me that you knew how monsters think,” Lydia leaned in towards the bars, “ever wonder why that is?”

You stood from your seat, ignoring Daryl’s look as you stormed out of the cell. You didn’t need to hear that bullshit. You knew you were harder, colder these days, but you were not a monster. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself.

Daryl soon followed you out of the cellar. “What was that all about?” he asked.

“Apparently Lydia pays more attention to what I say than I first thought.”

“Ya threatened her, didn’t ya?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“And you didn’t?” you countered.

“We both know that our versions of threats are very different. I use blades, you use....psychological warfare,” he said with a look.

“It works, doesn’t it?” you challenged and now it was his turn to roll his eyes. You were about to suck it up and go back into the cellar when Tara yelled for Daryl.

You and Daryl both looked at her in alarm as she waved you up to the watchpoint where she was standing with Magna. The two of you ran towards her, hauling yourselves up the rungs of the ladder.

When you got to the top, you finally saw what had gotten Tara so worried. Standing at the gates were members of Lydia’s family and in the lead was a woman who you immediately knew was Lydia’s mother.

“She calls herself ‘Alpha’,” Magna whispered to you as Daryl stared down the woman, your hand was resting on your sword.

“I show you my face because we mean you no harm. I just want my daughter. I know you have her,” Alpha said to Tara who didn’t take her eyes off of her enemy.

“You should turn around,” Tara warned. “Leave now and no one gets hurt.”

“Wrong answer!” bellowed Alpha as more masks came out of the trees and approached. Kelly, who was next to you was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Connie is in the field,” she whispered. Your eyes instantly searched for her sister and fear settled in your stomach.

“They don't see her. Least not yet,” you assured Kelly as you gripped her shoulder, trying to reassure her.

“That girl told me what her mom does to her. We ain't sending her back to that,” Daryl added as Enid arrived on the platform, and in her hands was Daryl’s crossbow. She gave it to him and he instantly loaded it.

“Yeah, but what if she has Alden and Luke? Pissing her off can get them killed,” Enid added as she moved to your side. “They killed Jesus, Tara.”

“I know,” Tara whispered and then turned to speak to Alpha again. “Did you kill our friends? We found their horses.”

“No,” Alpha said. “Which one of you leads these people?”

“The hell does that matter?” challenged Daryl.

“Then I'll just address all of you. Your people crossed into our land. There will be no conflict. Your people killed our people. There will be no conflict. I'm done talkin'. Bring me my daughter, or there will be conflict,” she threatened and you decided then that if it came down to it, you would gladly kill this woman.

“No one touches the girl,” Daryl said. “The last thing I am doin’ is sending her back to that. No matter who she is.”

“I agree,” Enid said. Daryl then turned to you and held out his bow. You raised a brow as you took it.

“What do you want me to do with this?” you asked.

“I’m gonna go talk to her, but I need eyes up top. You’re a sniper, (Y/N),” he reminded you, “be a sniper.” You gripped the crossbow tighter as he began to climb down the ladder. Enid gave you an encouraging smile, but you were feeling nervous already.

You moved on autopilot, going to kneel down next to Kelly and open the small window Diane had cut out for her bow. It was the perfect size to stay somewhat hidden and defended. You were decent with the crossbow, but you desperately wished for a rifle.

“You can do this,” Enid said as she stood behind you with the binoculars, keeping an eye on the surroundings as you trained the sight on Alpha. You didn’t know if you could make a kill shot from that distance, but you could surely injure her if you needed to. That offered you some comfort.

As you crouched, your mind drifted back home to Negan. You needed him right now as much as you were pissed at him. He could always keep you calm and you hadn’t had to slip into the sniper role since the end of the war with his people. Having a long-distance weapon in your hands felt too foreign. You took a deep breath and tried to focus.

You watched as Daryl approached the gate and you couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but you knew Daryl was not going to back down. He had faced down enemies before and won. Although, you knew that these masked enemies were more terrifying than anything you had faced.

“They’re just people,” Yumiko said who had come up behind Magna.

“Psychotic people,” Magna added. Suddenly, the sharp cries of a baby echoed across the field.

“What the hell?” Enid asked, her eyes glued to the mask that was holding the struggling infant. Daryl must have said something then because two more of Alpha’s people came forward as they dragged two more. When they pulled the masks from their captives, Enid gasped.

It was Alden and Luke.

Your finger twitched on the trigger of the crossbow. These people had already taken one of your people and now they held two more at knifepoint without hesitation. You were seeing red and just for a second, you nearly squeezed and took her out. You wanted her to burn and you wanted her to suffer, but a voice in your head made you pause.

Negan had once told you, “I think we both know that you are the lesser of two evils in this situation.” You held onto that as your hand relaxed. Nobody knew what exactly these people were capable of let alone what their true numbers were.

“Steady,” you said to yourself as you breathed evenly. You nearly yelled, however, when the mask with the child, placed it on the ground and walked away as Walkers approached. “No,” you said, staring at the baby with horrified eyes.

The Dead were beginning to stumble towards the baby and you trained the bow on them, ready to take your shot when suddenly, Connie burst from the field. Kelly jumped as her sister fought her way towards the baby. It was then that you realized Daryl was gone. You could hear him below giving out orders, but you didn’t move. You weren’t going to give Alpha a single chance to make a move without you knowing.

Although, your focus was cut short when you heard a quick whistle behind you. Turning, you saw Daryl who was looking up at you with a pissed expression. He then shook his head and you knew what had happened. Lydia was gone.

“Shit,” you swore.

“What is it?” Enid asked.

“The kid is gone.” Enid was quiet for a moment before she shook her head.

“I think I know where they went,” she said as she headed for the ladder. “Don’t take your eyes off of her.” You nodded as she disappeared off the platform. This was either going to go very well or end in a fight and you didn’t know which one you’d rather prefer.

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You didn’t know how long it was that you stayed glaring at Lydia’s mother.

There had been so many enemies and battles in the past, but there was something about these masks that felt different. They were ruthless like the cannibals at Terminus but calculated like the Saviors. Alpha reminded you of a wild animal a lot like the Wolves, but with a bigger bite. She also demanded respect like the Governor and you had never wished for Rick more.

Grimes wouldn’t have let her get this far. Not after losing Jesus, not after what happened to Rosita and Eugene. Even with Negan’s new outlook on life, you also knew that he wouldn’t have allowed it either and if it wasn’t for Lydia, Daryl would have taken the shot too. There were too many factors and you didn’t know which one to focus on.

You were beginning to get very nervous. If Lydia wasn’t found soon, you were going to have to watch Alden die and Luke as well who you had begun to like for the short time you had known him. Then there was Connie. You didn’t know where she was or if the baby was safe. You were in your nest alone while your family hunted down a couple of teenagers because you knew that Henry had gone with her. He was incredibly loyal, just like his dad.

Though, you had a feeling that Ezekiel would have a few choice words for his son when it came to who he hung out with. “This was so much easier when he just had a crush on Enid,” you grumbled as noticed more Walkers approaching. Diane who was on the other side of the watch glanced at you with worry, but you signaled for her to be calm.

Walkers were easy as long as you knew that there were in fact Dead. Hilltop had dealt with worse hordes before. Alpha was the problem right now and you weren’t going to give her an inch.

When the gates of Hilltop opened again, you were almost shocked to see that Lydia was walking out with Daryl. Neither of them looked as if they were happy about what was happening, but still, Lydia walked to her mother as Masks shoved Alden and Luke forward.

You could practically see Daryl fuming as Alpha smacked her child and then hauled her away along with the rest of her people. Daryl didn’t move until they were out of sight. As soon as Alpha blended in with the trees, you finally relaxed. Your body was cramped as you lay back on the platform, the crossbow falling to your side.

You could hear the cheerful reunions going on below you and eventually, you pulled yourself up and climbed down to join them. You then spotted Connie who was hugging Kelly and you relaxed a bit more. You found Daryl immediately. You handed him his bow which he slung over his shoulder.

“Thanks for havin’ my back,” he said.

“I get why we had to do it,” you said. “But it doesn't make it okay.”

“I never said it did,” Daryl said and you could tell he was thinking about Lydia.

“I gotta go home, D,” you said and he nodded, expecting this.

“I know,” he said. “I need you there, too. Check on the kids and let Michonne know what’s goin’ on.”

“You’re going after her, aren’t you?” you asked, but you already knew. It was Daryl and he was always going to do the right thing.

“I have to,” he said. With a sigh, you pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him tight.

“Get her back and keep yourself alive,” you said and then took a step back. “Also know that if it came down to it, I’ll keep her safe.”

“A day ago you were ready to feed her to Walkers,” he pointed out.

“I’ve learned a lot about anger lately,” you said. “Being blinded by rage never helps.” You gripped his shoulder and turned to go grab your things.

“(Y/N),” Daryl called.

“Yeah?”

“I hope ya know what yer doin’ with him,” Daryl said.

“I’m not sure of anything, but I’m working on it. We can’t lose everyone, Daryl. Go get her and try not to die. I’m not willing to lose another brother.” Daryl nodded, taking your words to heart.

“I’ll see ya soon,” he said. You didn’t answer him as you walked away. War was coming and you knew that to win it, you would need Negan. You just hoped that others would feel the same because if they didn’t, more people were going to die.

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It's A Date - Merhayes

So, I wrote this one ages ago. Way before the mess of S17 so I hope you enjoy. Andrew's suspension had weighed heavily on Meredith's mind over the past week. For a lot of reasons. She knew that there was no getting through to him right now, he wasn't ready to listen. There was only so much you could push a person, she would know. With Richard in hospital after his turn at the convention two days ago, Meredith was also contending with Maggie's panic as well as her own worry about him. It had made her reassess a lot of things. What she'd had with Andrew was great and she had loved him. In some ways she still did, it just wasn't romantic love anymore. Because as much joy as he had brought her, she didn't know if she could keep being a punching bag for him. She had three young kids that deserved to have the extra attention that she was giving Andrew and there was so much more in her career she wanted to focus on. Especially since she was organising the monthly pro-bono days.

Over the past week, Meredith Grey had been letting Andrew go. Even if he had dumped her ages ago. Even if he didn't care. She was doing this for her and for her family. And she was okay about it, it hadn't hurt as much as she thought it was going to. Then again, she and Andrew hadn't really been together properly in a very long time. So, it wasn't really a fresh wound anymore.

After dropping her kids off to school, Meredith drove to the hospital and made a beeline for the coffee cart. Having to wrestle with getting three kids ready in the morning was a task. There was a consent form that Zola couldn't find, Bailey had managed to spill orange juice on his shirt and Ellis refused to have her hair brushed. All that hadn't let Meredith enough time to get her morning cup of coffee that she needed to function. So, the stop at the coffee cart was most definitely needed. If only the line wasn't so long.

"Grey!" That thick Irish accent was unmistakable and one that Meredith had grown accustomed to.

Meredith turned to look behind her, hair moving with the light breeze and smiled when she saw Hayes walking up to her.

"Hayes, I haven't seen you since you left for LA." He stood next to her in the line and they slowly shuffled forward.

Normally before her first cup of the day, Meredith hated talking to anyone that she hadn't given birth to. Surprisingly today she didn't actually mind Hayes' company. she even welcomed it.

"Aye, I got back late last night with the boys. I'm sorry about what happened with Dr Webber, I hear you two are close." A sympathetic smile was placed on his face. He thought about placing a hand on her arm but decided that maybe that would be overstepping a line. The last thing he wanted to do was make Meredith feel uncomfortable.

As they made the front of the queue Meredith made her order in and Cormac ordered straight after, "I've got these!" He paid the barista before Meredith even had a chance to pull her purse out.

Usually, Meredith didn't like things to be bought for her. Her mother had always taught her to stand on her own two feet but when it came to coffee, she definitely did not mind.

"Thanks, for the coffee and Richard." They both moved aside whilst they waited for their drinks. "What you did for Richard and Maggie, I know you went up there to help them out and I really appreciate it. They both mean a lot to me and I'm glad that there was someone there for them when I couldn't be.

"Cormac shook his head, "I just did what any decent person would do.

"The two of them grabbed for the coffees placed in front of them and headed towards the hospital entrance. "Well, you were the only one in that lecture that got up to help..."

Mer couldn't help the small smile on her face. Cormac was easy to talk to and not as egotistical as she had initially thought. And she was very thankful to be proven wrong in this case. As the days went on, Meredith found herself looking more and more forward to her talks with Cormac. Even the short conversations they had, she found that she was always learning something new about him. Cormac was intriguing and Meredith wanted to find out everything she could.

"Are your boys in school today?" Meredith asked, turning the conversation to him.

Cormac let out a free laugh, "A fire couldn't get them out of bed today." Meredith laughed with him. "No, not today. I've said they can stay home today since we didn't get home until 3 but the same rules do not apply for me."

The elevator doors opened revealing Jo and a smug look crossed her face when she saw Cormac and Meredith stepping into the elevator together. "Good morning, Mer, Dr Hayes."

"Please, call me Cormac."

Hayes pulled out of his phone and began texting someone which gave Jo the perfect opportunity to elbow Meredith and wink at her. Meredith had completely forgotten that all the doctors here were in fact a bunch of teenagers.

"Stop that!" Meredith tried to whisper tell but Cormac had already heard.

"Stop what? He looked up from his phone amused.

"Nothing!" Meredith tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.

"She wanted to know if you wanted to go for drinks with her. Tonight. After work." Jo quickly blurted out.

Cormac raised an eyebrow at Meredith, smirking a little. The elevator doors slid open and Jo quickly left without saying another word but a grin was on her face. Meredith was too stunned to say anything, she had not expected Jo to just come out with that.

What did she think she was playing at?

"For drinks you say? Alright then, I'll meet you in the Attendings' Lounge at seven."

Meredith's eyes just grew wider, her mouth opening and closing trying to figure out what to say. But the door slid open again and Cormac left. He turned around just before the door closed and winked.

#merhayes #greys anatomy #cormac hayes #mcwidow #miranda bailey #jo karev #meredith grey #meredith x cormac #hayes x grey #merwidow #excuse me whilst i rearrange the alphabet

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(requested by mathmaticalknight) TOURNAMENT ARC

Nearl was in her room, tending to her equipment, when there was a knock on her door. “I wonder who that might be...Maria?”

“Sister!” Blemishine wrapped her arms around Margaret’s neck and pulled her in for a close and loud hug (armor plates). “It took me forever to find someone who knew the way to your place, but you’re actually here!”

“When did you get her, Maria? I thought you and Zofia were still working out the details.”

The other Nearl simply beamed at her. “She said she’d be here soon and that I could go ahead. It’s a good thing I did, too - there are posters all over saying you’re fighting someone today. Is that true?”

“I am, yes,” she confirmed. “The Doctor organized a tourney for Operators in all positions to prove themselves, if they so desire.”

“Are you gonna go easy on them, or is the Radiant Knight going to be fighting in a new venue?” The look on Maria’s face was a blend of concern and excitement - after all, it’s not every day she got to see her sister fight.

The older Nearl thought about it for a moment before going for another hug. “My opponent is my sparring partner, and I know she will be giving this fight her all. It would be a dishonor not to do the same.”

“Then I’ll be watching you from the stands.” She sighed. “Next time I see you, though, can we hug without all this metal in the way?”

“If you’d like, you can come to dinner with me.” Margaret hadn’t had the chance to ‘properly’ introduce her to her girlfriends, after all.

Blemishine nodded. “That sounds good to me...Alright, you need to finish preparing for your fight, so I’m going to find the Doctor. I heard there’s an Engineering Department here, and I want to go talk to them before the match. Good luck!”

“Thank you, Maria.” As the shining knight left, the Radiant Knight returned to her maintenance. “Tonight, however, luck will not be a factor.”

TOURNAMENT ARC: NEARL VS HOSHIGUMA (continuing...sort of from this [I keep forgetting which ships are already established in some of this multiverse soup going on; can’t make it a direct continuation because of the first fic in that two-part series, but Tourney!RI still has a horse triumvirate nonetheless. ANYWAY.])

——–

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung! I love how consistent he is with that...Anyways, hi! You’re probably wondering why we’re here-”

“We should introduce ourselves first, Swire.”

“Good point, good point. Well, I’m Swire, aka Hoshi’s biggest fan, and here with me in the commentator’s booth is Meteor. You’re Nearl’s girlfriend, right?”

“That is why I’m here, yes. I appreciate the Doctor allowing us to do this, especially since you and I don’t talk very often. Do you have the statistics in front of you? My tablet and I are having a fight.”

“Yeah, I’ve got ‘em. *clears throat* So, looking at the numbers, my girl’s got the advantage when it comes to size, experience and stamina, but Nearl is faster, more tactical, AND she’s got some serious Arts at her disposal. Hoshi’s got an uphill battle ahead of her, I say.”

“It’s important to note that Margaret Nearl and Hoshiguma both are in the top three seeds for the Defender bracket - first and third respectively - which means regardless of the apparent discrepancy, both are incredibly skilled combatants. Accounting for the amount of time they spend dueling each other to keep their skills sharp, and I suspect this fight will be much closer than the numbers would imply.”

“I certainly hope so! No offense, but I do want Hoshi to win this - if Nearl loses, you’re still in the tourney, after all.”

“That is true...But we’ll simply have to agree to disagree.”

“Yeah. Well, let’s get to the action!...Also, why did you say her actual name rather than her codename?”

——–

Hoshiguma and Nearl walked into the coliseum, fully prepared for the fight ahead of them. The Oni took up a defensive stance, holding her shield just above the ground and planting her feet. “Well, Marge, today’s the day. Promise you’re not gonna hold back on me?”

“I swear by my honor as a knight: today, I will not stay my hand.” The Kuranta unsheathed her blade, already glowing beneath the bright lights above. “I entrust your life to the Medics of Rhodes Island. Ready?”

“It’s your time, not mine.”

A curious turn of phrase...With that, the fight was on.

Nearl’s first goal was knocking out that shield arm. Fixing amputations was something the Medics could do (at least, Aak and Warfarin could), but ideally she wouldn’t have to do that much damage. She charged forward, feinted going one direction but bounded the opposite way, and swung for her opponent’s arm, lighting up her blade as she did with a dazzling gleam-

-only for Hoshi to pull her arm towards her body, forcing the Knight to clip the shield instead and feel the sting of her opponent’s Thorns. “You’re taking this seriously. Good.”

“Of course I am.” The Kuranta had lost all her forward momentum thanks to the deflection, but that didn’t stop her from spinning around; her next attack was an attempt to knock the Oni’s shield out of the way with her own before landing a sword stroke, once again lighting it up before the attack would land. “Hyah!”

“Good try.” Rather than block the swing, Hoshiguma punched Nearl’s sword arm, taking the blade to her forearm but nevertheless crippling her opponent in the process. The counterattack sent the disarmed warrior backward and left Lungmen’s strongest with a choice: charge forward, get Hannya spinning, and go on the warpath? Stand her ground and do the same?

The Kuranta got to experience the answer firsthand as her opponent began to simultaneously spin her shield and run forward. ‘I can’t let her hit me with that attack, whatever it takes...’ Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time to get to her feet and get out of the way. There was only one option she could see...

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“Alright, she’s getting to her feet; she’s not done yet, but damn Hoshi’s spinning Hannya as fast as she can.”

“Margaret, what are you doing?! Get out of the way!”

“She’s holding her shield up with both hands- wait, that light-”

“Glasses on!” *flash* “...No!”

“There’s no way she’s getting up after that...Aak and Warfarin are making their way out. Hoshi’s tossed Hannya to the side and seems to be trying to help.”

“She’s done enough.”

“Meteor, you’ve seen some of the other fights-”

“They didn’t have my Marg’ret in them...We’re done here, right?”

“Yeah, that’s all she wrote. Everyone at home, have a good night, and we should have FEater and Click back up here next time. Thanks for tuning in!...I’m gonna make sure my co-host doesn’t do something she regrets.”

——–

By the time Meteor had made it to Medical, there was a small group in the waiting room. Platinum and Blemishine were talking cordially, Swire was talking to Ptilopsis at the desk, and Hoshiguma...Hoshiguma was there, in a chair, as stoic as she’d ever seen her.

That stoicism didn’t change when the huntress walked over to her and slapped her across the face.

“Miss Meteor,” Ptilopsis observed from her post; Swire had already turned around after hearing the sound, “violence is not tolerated in the waiting room.”

“It’s alright, Tilly. I deserved it.” The Oni cracked her neck as she looked up at her attacker.

The Kuranta sat down next to her. “At least you agree.”

“I didn’t expect her to try and block me like that,” she continued with a sigh. “The flash actually made it worse for her.”

“Why did she do that? It makes no sense.”

At this point the other two Kuranta in the room walked over; Platinum immediately sat in Meteor’s lap for a chair-hug. “We got here before she did, and they rolled her past us...” There was now a silver-haired puddle in the Sniper’s lap.

“Are all the fights in this tourney like this?” Maria shuddered. “The sport is the same everywhere, I guess.”

“Well, the good news is, Nearl’s Arts were enough to stabilize herself,” Swire reported, joining the group and sitting on the opposite side of Hoshiguma, who immediately set her head on her shoulder.

The huntress, stroking her assassin-girlfriend’s hair, nodded. “Thank you, Swire. I’m sorry we’re meeting like this, Maria.”

“We’ll have a second chance at it when my sister’s back on her-” At that moment, there was the distinctive sound of armor jangling from down the hall. “Eh? One second.”

“It hasn’t been five minutes,” Hoshi muttered as everyone, including herself, stood up.

Sure enough, Blemishine walked around the corner with Nearl’s arm around her shoulder, gear beaten to shit but otherwise okay. “I’m taking her back to her room for a change of clothes, but she and the doctors both said she’s good.”

“Maggie!” Platinum practically became her jacket with that hug. “I’m so glad you’re alright! Even Hoshiguma was worried.”

“I’m not surprised. My training partner proved herself the better fighter today.” The smile the Radiant Knight sent the Oni’s way literally made her take a step back.

Meteor continued the original thread. “You’re feeling alright, though? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“The soreness will remain for a few days, but no lasting damage, certainly.” She looked down at her armor. “Not to my body, at least. Maria, could you help me fix this later this week?”

“Of course I will!” Her sister already had some thoughts on how to stop something like the Spinning Shield of Death from doing so much damage again.

The Feline in the room, glad to hear the all-clear straight from the horse’s mouth, nudged her girlfriend. “Go on, I know you want to say something.”

“I’ll talk to her later.” The Oni picked up her girlfriend. “Let’s go home.”

“Hoshi?” Nearl called out to her, and she froze.

The moneycat in her arms answered for her. “Yes, Nearl? Margaret, more specifically?”

“Either is fine.” Another warm smile. “That was a good fight. Good luck in the rest of the tournament.”

“...Thank you, Maggie. Goodnight, everyone.”

New destination: the bar.

#arknights #arknights fic #TOURNAMENT ARC!!!#nearl (arknights)#hoshiguma (arknights)#swire (arknights)#meteor (arknights)#blemishine (arknights)#platinum (arknights)#i understand why comics do reboots every now and again :D #also dunno why this took the turn it did #glad Nearl's alright tho

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