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Won The Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: A continuation of Score A Goalie. Might be a bit of a long one.

Spain may have ended up losing in the quarter-finals of the euros, but Clàudia had still scored a goalie, your relationship with the Barcelona player stronger than before after the competition, spending as much time as you could together before your respective preseasons began and new transfers were being announced.

With the retirement of your captain, Sampedro, Lola was now team captain and number one goalkeeper for Atleti. This wasn’t the end of the constant changes that you took like punches to the gut. Deyna and Laia had left for Manchester City, Vir was dating someone, but you weren’t sure who, and Carmen and Lola were both being weird.

This meant that Lola fueled her energy into adopting the new youngest player of the team, Andrea Medina, with you being teased that you now had a team baby sister, since Lola was your team mum. However, everyone forgot a common worry that some families have when new baby siblings are introduced. The older one being forgotten about.

Tapping your foot against your kitchen floor, you stirred the pot carefully, trying to stop any of the food from burning to the bottom of the pan. Your tablet starting to ring caught your attention though, a smile creeping onto your face as you hit the answer button.

“¡Hola, cariño! I liked your tiktok!” your girlfriend’s face appearing over the video call lifted a weight from your shoulders, continuing to stir your dinner as you looked at the tablet camera.

“Thank you, baby! Wait, do you mean my ‘teenage dirtbag’ one or… the one where Lola bribed me to dance with her and Vir… because I don’t think those ones will be happening anymore, Lola stopped asking me since Medina will do them voluntarily… sorry, I’m rambling…” you apologised, turning away to look at the pan of food again, not seeing how your girlfriend’s smile turned into a concerned frown at what you said.

“I like both, we will have to go dancing together next time! It is weird here too, Jenni has left… we both lost our team madres, but Alexia is still here, recovering.” Clàudia pointed out, you both pausing to reflect on the number of teammates who had left Barcelona and Atlético Madrid over the summer.

“Jenni moved to Mexico, whilst Lola… is too busy to have to worry about me. How is Alexia anyway?” you enquired, turning off the hob as you went to serve your food.

You didn’t expect to hear Alexia herself answer, splashing the sauce down your shirt instead of into the bowl as you flinched, Alexia’s voice startling you since you expected an answer from your girlfriend.

“Are you okay, chica?” Alexia frowned as you disappeared off camera with a slight yell.

“Just a second… I need to change my shirt… got sauce all over it!” you called out, hurriedly throwing your stained shirt in the sink before grabbing one of your girlfriend’s hoodies that she’d left with you (or you’d stolen, you were not going to disclose which it was).

“You are cooking?” Alexia began to tease, but you tried to hide the sad look on your face.

“Don’t you have dinner with Lola and Carmen on this day every week-” Clàudia cut herself off, realising what had gone on, “They forgot about you?”

“Lola’s busy, she barely has time during goalkeeper training now, so I am trying to cook dinner. Carmen’s coming over, but my cooking might scare her off. Unless I ditch this, and make pancakes… those pancakes I made for breakfast were okay, right?” you looked at Clàudia on the screen, who immediately flushed red as Alexia raised an eyebrow at you cooking Clàudia’s breakfast.

“When was this? In Paris?”

“Uh, no, it was…when Clàudia stayed with me here, in Madrid before pre-season…” you bit your lip, realising Clàudia had gone redder than you thought was possible under the teasing gaze of her captain, who hummed as she processed what you had said.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, until you heard the buzzer go off, “un minuto!” hurrying over to check who it was, then let Carmen into the building.

“Carmen?” Clàudia asked knowingly, but she still tilted her head slightly, wondering if it was just Carmen.

“Yeah, just Carmen. Everyone else… has better things to do I guess.” Shrugging, you went to open the door, waiting for a second before Carmen pulled you into a hug, walking into your kitchen with a shocked expression.

“¿Qué ha pasado aquí? Hola, Clàudia, hola Alexia!” Carmen’s gaze changed from where you’d splashed sauce everywhere, to the t-shirt in the sink, to the tablet set up on video call, as she asked what had happened here, in your kitchen.

“I tried to make dinner, but Alexia scared me and the sauce splashed a bit.” You explained, grimacing as Carmen looked over what you had made, grabbing a spoon to try it.

“Well, it is not poison. Good job!” Carmen chuckled, raising her hand to offer you a high five, “but you only made enough for two?”

“Lola and Vir have other things to do,” shrugging, you gently high-fived Carmen before moving to sort out the food, Carmen talking to Alexia and Clàudia about something as you zoned out trying to find the cutlery in your kitchen.

“¡Hola, chicas!” you almost dropped the spatula you were holding as you heard now Jenni’s voice over the video call, looking at Carmen with wide eyes as she shrugged at you. Apparently Jenni had time to video call even with the seven hour time difference.

Walking back into frame, you passed Carmen a bowl of the food you’d made, the two of you watching the video call like it was reality tv with the bonus of food.

“Quiet in Madrid? Where are Lola and Vir?” Jenni raised an eyebrow, spotting how you and Carmen were the only ones in frame at your apartment, Carmen explaining whilst you picked up your drink.

“I will add them to the call!”

Clàudia’s eyes widened as Jenni put her foot in it, sending call requests to Lola and Virginia whilst you had a much more vivid reaction. Choking on your drink, you surprised Carmen who hurried to help you, whilst Alexia and Clàudia were stuck watching the chaos from Barcelona, as Lola eventually appeared on the call.

The goalkeeper raised an eyebrow as you dropped out of frame quickly, the choking noises alarming her and confusing Andrea who was in the background of Lola’s screen.

“¿Qué está pasando?” Lola frowned, her question repeated as Virginia graced what had now become a group video call with her presence, asking what was going on.

“What’s happening is- this turned into a group call and dinner went cold, hey, babe, were the pancakes okay? I’d rather not poison Carmen, or myself, by making them again?” you hesitated as you spoke, directing your eyes on the one camera where Clàudia and Alexia were. Alexia was giving Clàudia an amused look as your girlfriend paused in her answer.

“Babe?” Jenni began to tease, spotting how Clàudia had started to blush again.

“When did you make pancakes for Jenni’s child?” Lola raised an eyebrow, realising that you had never mentioned this before.

“When she came to Madrid after the Euros and stayed here…” you trailed off, eating a mouthful of the food you had left over, Carmen doing the same but hiding the shit-eating grin she had on her face as Jenni, Lola and Virginia processed what you had just said.

“When did you go to Madrid?” Jenni enquired, wondering when Clàudia had time to visit where Jenni was from.

“You stayed at mini-Lola’s place?” Virginia added, about to smirk but Lola’s frown stopped her.

“Together? When was this? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No, she stayed at mine and I slept at a hotel- we both stayed here!” you deadpanned, shrugging as Carmen face-palmed, raising an eyebrow at your boldness, “I tried to tell you, but-”

“Mini-Lola?” you froze as Andrea spoke, Lola’s focus completely gone as she gave Andrea a recap of last season, how you were Lola’s mini version, and you and Clàudia had met then started dating, to what Lola was just finding out now.

“You two are having sleepovers?” Alexia smiled as Clàudia was forced to explain, realising that you had gone out of frame to try to make the pancakes.

“Uh, cariño! The pancakes were great, just not the first one-”

“The first one is supposed to go wrong! It’s a test pancake!” you pouted, appearing back on screen holding a bag of plain flour, not realising there was some on your nose until Carmen had thrown a tea towel at you, everyone else bar Lola, who was still talking to Andrea, trying to hide their amusement at you.

“How did this go from video calling one person… to a group call?” you enquired as you began to mess around with the pancake batter, ignoring how everyone was now watching you like it was a reality tv cooking show, instead trying to direct a wink at Clàudia. The wink clearly failed as you heard the older players’ reactions whilst you were whisking the batter, rolling your eyes at their teasing.

Your focus remained between the pancake batter that was currently cooking with the frying pan that Carmen had found in one of your cupboards and your girlfriend on the video call, ignoring everyone else as they chattered amongst themselves. The occasional question was thrown to you, but you would hum, watching the pancake batter begin to bubble.

“Are you having pancakes instead of dinner?”

“If you weren’t so busy, we could have gone out to that place we talked about weeks ago, for the weekly meal but those don’t really happen anymore, and I can cook pancakes… sorry if you wanted something more healthy Carmen, I think I have salad in the fridge?” You answered Lola’s question without looking up from the pan, carefully using the spatula to flip the pancake, allowing the other side to cook as you gestured for Carmen to look in the fridge.

You could feel the awkwardness radiate from the call as Lola said what you knew she would say. She was busy as the new captain helping the new players fit into the team and helping the team with the league, but… it was like you didn’t matter anymore. You couldn’t say anything because it was too logical as to why Lola was so busy, so it didn’t matter what you thought. Your eyes remained on the pancake in the frying pan, fighting back tears as you let out a choked sigh.

“¿Estás bien, cariño?” Clàudia looked concerned as you managed to force yourself to look up from the pan, ignoring Carmen’s concerned gaze as you let out a breath and nodded.

“I’m going to finish these pancakes, have a nice night everyone.” You forced a smile, leaving the group video call quickly as you propped up the tablet to open the direct messaging to your girlfriend, typing a message to her before leaving the tablet alone.

“So, how many pancakes do you want?” you turned to Carmen, who raised an eyebrow as you removed the latest pancake from the pan, trying to hide her shock as it was not burnt.

///

It didn’t take long for things to get even worse. Lola hadn’t told you about what was going on with the Spanish national team, but Clàudia filled you in, and you were ready to fight, even though you’d never played at an international level, or even been called up. The October international break rolled around, and your teammates, and some of Clàudia’s headed to Mallorca, after the requests of the fifteen players, including your girlfriend and (former) team mum, were aired out to the public by the RFEF.

Whilst everyone was enjoying Mallorca, you stayed in Madrid, spending the first few days completely alone, with only contact from Clàudia, before she ended up joining you in Madrid, keeping you company. You were laying with your face in her lap, her fingers drawing patterns on the back of your neck as you hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her thigh before turning your head to look up at your love.

“Tengo miedo de no jugar esta temporada.” You admitted, chewing your lip as Clàudia processed what you had said. You were scared you would not play this season.

“¿Por qué?” Clàudia asked why, her focus on why you did not think you would play.

“Lola is playing every match, she is captain every match… there is no sign that me, or Paula, will play. Atleti need Lola, not me. I- I can’t just analyse how Lola plays every match, I need to play, but… what do I do?”

“Go on loan?”

“But, what if I end up even further away from you?” you rolled onto your back, head resting in Clàudia’s lap as her hand rested on your collarbone, her thumb running circles on your skin.

“What if you end up closer? We will be okay, cariño. We will see each other at breaks, and games, and te amo, cariño.” Clàudia reasoned, not expecting you to sit up, straddling her lap as you sat in it, your hands cupping her face, looking into her eyes.

“Yo también te amo.”

Clàudia smiled as you admitted you loved her too, leaning forwards so her lips met yours, the kiss shifting from gentle to more passionate as Clàudia’s hands gripped your waist.

///

October to November, another international break incoming but this time you had plans. Your request to go on loan was pending, and if things went well, you would be going on loan to another Spanish club that needed a goalkeeper from January. A key detail of the loan though, you had to get minutes. You’d seen social media talking about a player Arsenal obtained from Barcelona, but they sent her on loan to Everton, to end up not getting enough minutes for the world cup, and Arsenal admitted to re-evaluating the loan in January if things did not change. Another key detail from the loan came a lot later however. The option that the loan could become a transfer if things played out differently.

Lola and Vir were still wrapped up in what they were doing, and Carmen did spend some time with you, but nobody really noticed you were slipping away from Atleti. Only Clàudia knew what was going on, but her team mums were also getting insights into it. Jenni only knew from the video calls, when time zones were in the Spanish players’ favour, whilst Alexia could talk to Clàudia herself whilst recovering from her ACL injury.

Clàudia seemed fine, until the November international break approached, and you were a lot harder to get hold of. You’d left Madrid, heading to England to spend a few days in the Lake District, and the last thing you’d posted was peaceful.

You stood near the lake, chewing your lip as you walked back towards where you were staying, with the wifi struggling to upload your photos you’d just managed to take. You had your back towards the camera, looking out at Windemere in the one you chose for your Instagram post, whilst your Instagram stories got the rest of the photos, plus a specific song you chose, having the lyrics appear on the screen with the photo as the song played. The Lakes by Taylor Swift. You decided to make a travel tiktok for England later.

Walking back out to the lake, you didn’t think your feed would refresh and show you a photo that with a second glance, had you wanting to wash your eyes. Instead, your phone slid from your grasp and you heard a splash.

“Ew! Ah! No, no no! Please still work… fuck! Rice, I need rice!”

Luckily you still had your tablet, so you could video-call Clàudia and explain that all you had managed to save from your phone was the sim card, which somehow still worked, but the phone itself was gone. Your texts went unread, Whatsapp inaccessible, and phone calls were not getting through.

This meant that you didn’t see Lola, Carmen, Vir, even Jenni and Alexia, all separately trying to contact you, everyone scattered slightly as they were all between Madrid and Barcelona, but you had gone radio silent at an English lake.

You somehow made your flight back to Spain, even though it had been delayed by an hour. Phoneless, you were unable to ask anyone to pick you up, instead getting a taxi to where Clàudia had told you that everyone was going for dinner. Jenni was back in Spain after Pachuca lost the quarter-final against Monterrey on aggregate.

None of them expected you to walk in the door, but Clàudia had been awfully quiet about you, while everyone else was still trying to figure out if you were still even in England or not. None of them realised how far you’d slipped away, how fraying your friendships with them were getting, even when they realised none of them knew when your returning flight was. Nobody but Clàudia knew you had requested to go on loan yet either, Lola even taken unaware at this point, but her focus was the transfers and the rest of the team. Maybe she figured since you were her mini-her, you could handle yourself and be fine on your own.

“You’re here!” Leila cheered, hurrying over to hug you after Clàudia had got up from the table, having spotted you walking into the restaurant late.

“You’re back? When did you get back?” Jenni had to hide the excitement in her tone, noticing how Lola had tensed up at your arrival.

“What are you wearing?” Patri tried to avoid laughing but she gestured to the clothes you’d worn on the flight.

“Cariño, how was your flight? I saw it was delayed.” Clàudia asked, holding your hand as she brought you over to the table, where an empty seat had been left for you.

“You just flew back? Did you eat anything?” Carmen raised an eyebrow, about to ask for a menu to be brought over, when Lola finally spoke, and everyone else fell silent.

“We tried contacting you, we were worried.”

You didn’t look at Lola, or Jenni, as you revealed something in a plastic bag full of rice.

“I got jumpscared by Instagram, dropped my phone in the lake. Now it’s just a decorative paperweight.” You shrugged as the bag of rice with your broken phone in was taken from your hands for closer examination.

“You brought it back, in the bag of rice?” Carmen hid her amusement behind her hand, not realising you were avoiding looking at Lola and Jenni. Instead you took the menu you were given and asked Clàudia about the food, trying to ignore how Patri and Leila were making fun of your comfy airport clothes.

“Evidence. It’s not like I just wasn’t replying because I was too busy… my phone went for a swim, and I haven’t bought a new one yet. That flight was…” you shivered, remembering the flight as Clàudia frowned, immediately reaching over to you, talking you through the menu and what the others ordered.

The slight dig at Lola made her eyebrows raise, but instead, she was handed the bag of rice with your paperweight of a phone in it, distracting her as she saw what you had in your phone case. Two small polaroids that were now slightly stuck together with the water. One polaroid was of you and Clàudia, whilst the other, was you, Carmen and Lola. Lola’s arms were around you protectively, whilst Carmen was holding the camera, and you were holding up a peace sign with a grin.

Lola glanced up from the polaroids to where you were talking to Clàudia, a grin on your face that Lola hadn’t seen in a while now. Even during goalkeeper training you didn’t smile as much as you did last season.

“What was the instagram post that scared you? Can you find it again? I want to scare some people!” Jenni asked, about to pass you her phone, but you zoned out, a shiver running over you as the post popped up in your head again.

“I would rather never see that image again, to be honest with you, Jenni.”

///

Alexia found out you were back in Spain when her teammates began posting stories and instagram posts that had you in, although your comfy airport clothes contrasted their dinner clothes massively.

It took a video call to Patri for the Barcelona captain to get a glimpse of you, alive, walking through a phone shop looking for a new phone with Clàudia helping you. Your Atleti teammates were busy, but that didn’t matter to you as much when you were with Clàudia, although Patri and Leila were third and fourth wheeling, slightly.

Patri began to explain the bag of rice with your broken phone that you had brought to the dinner, confusing the captain until Leila added you had dropped it in the lake in England, seeing something on instagram that had scared you.

You’d withheld the information about the post in question, only telling Clàudia what you had seen, leaving her to tease you about Spanish girls, but you frowned, admitting the only person you wanted to kiss on the mouth was her, since she was your girlfriend. Clàudia smiled softly, admitting the same thing before she was about to lean in and kiss you, only stopping when Leila walked over, asking if you’d picked out a new phone yet, because she and Patri were bored.

You had to return to Atleti for training to begin the next day, so you stuck to Clàudia as much as possible, setting up your new phone, importing your old data but also creating new memories, and taking new photos with the girl you love.

Lola and Jenni did not expect a venmo request from you, the attached message explaining why your phone ended up in a lake in England. Jenni’s photo of her and Lola had horrified you, and your phone ended up going for a swim.

Neither of them paid the request, Jenni more amused than anything that it was her photo that had jumpscared you, whilst Lola was more confused, and a little annoyed, calling you when she had a free moment.

“That is why you got the newest and expensive version? Because Jenni posted a photo of me and her?”

“Hola, ¿cómo estás?” you began to sass, saying hello and asking how are you, since Lola forgot, “I didn’t need to see one of my former- my team mum being kissed by one of my girlfriend’s team mum’s, okay? I did not need to see that, ever. I needed the storage anyway…” you replied, shrugging but Lola couldn’t see that, she hadn’t video called you. If she did, she’d know you were wide awake, sitting on your balcony instead of being in bed.

“To lose more when you throw it in a lake again?”

“Hilarious. But no, I needed more space for photos, and my apps keep updating and eating all my storage. Tell Jenni she’s on thin ice, she sent me the photo again and I almost blocked her, something about how it should be the first photo on my phone… but this is my first new photo…”

Lola pulled the phone away from her ear as it buzzed, revealing you’d sent her a selfie of you and Clàudia.

“Cute, but is sorry not enough of a payment?” Lola chewed her lip, waiting for your answer.

“I’d like to think I’m worth more than that, especially since I was in another country, with no phone… you’re lucky I had my tablet with me.” You began to bargain, hearing Lola sigh.

“How much more?”

A venmo reminder gave her the answer, asking her to cover half the cost of the phone, whilst Jenni was reminded about the other half.

“You always told me I was worth more than what people thought.”

“I guess I brought that on myself… but I was right there, mini-me.” Lola hummed, smiling slightly as she called you the nickname.

“Gracias, but you still owe me money for the phone, Jenni won’t pay.”

“I will talk to her. You will have your money tomorrow, but don’t ask me to do this again.” Lola warned, her tone making you pause slightly, letting out a breath.

“Pleasure doing business with you, and, if you’re going to kiss your friends on the mouth, warn me to avoid social media. I don’t need more reasons for therapy… no offence, I love you, but the only girl I will be kissing on the mouth is Clàudia.”

“I cannot say it has been a pleasure for me, your reflexes have always been… creative, but throwing your phone in a lake? You worry me sometimes. I am glad Pina is the only girl for you.” Lola admitted, glancing at the time, but she couldn’t help but admit it. She had missed talking to you.

“England was fun though, weather sucks, but the WSL? Tempting…” you joked, but Lola frowned, unknownst to you.

“You want to leave Atleti?”

“I haven’t gotten any minutes this season, Lola. I’m bored, and everyone’s… this is the longest conversation I’ve had with you since before the euros. I miss you.” You sniffled slightly, trying to fight back any emotion in your tone.

“I’m always here, mini-me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it, but I don’t blame you. You’re one of the captains now, you have other responsibilities than having dinner with me once a week, so… I’m sorry I brought it up, I’m going to go… buenas noches, Lola…” you hung up before Lola could process what you had said, leaving your captain confused and shocked at her home, and you hiding your sobs as you sat on your balcony, fingers shaking as you called Clàudia next.

It hadn’t taken your girlfriend long to answer, hearing your voice as you tried to explain, she reminded you that she was still in Madrid and would come over.

Luckily, Clàudia had a key to your place, ever since she had stayed with you in Madrid over the summer. This meant she could walk in and lock the door behind her as she spotted you sitting on the balcony floor, crying.

“Cariño, estoy aquí, estoy aquí…” Clàudia wrapped her arms around you, whispering that she was here as you sobbed, taking a while before you explained to her what had happened when Lola called you.

Clàudia ended up staying the night, snuggling in bed with you instead of going back to where she was staying with Patri and Leila in Madrid. She had some leftover clothes but liked stealing yours too, the green hoodie she was wearing left you looking at her appreciatively before you had to head off for training, dropping Clàudia off to where she was meeting Leila and Patri for breakfast on the way.

///

Lola had tried to talk to you when you got to training, but you ended up being unable to answer as her captain duties took over, and you went over to work with Paula, and the goalkeeper coach. Your captain had tried to talk to Carmen, and Vir too, but the training began to get more intense, and then Lola ended up in a meeting.

You didn’t realise at first how much of the training had been photoed and videoed, until you saw the Atleti instagram, videos of some of you in goal on the stories, reminding you that your request to go on loan had been put in for January, your agent telling you that a few Spanish clubs would be interested, even with the condition that you had to get minutes. The loan would be announced during the January trade window. You were yet to know which club you’d be with after the winter break, and where you would be staying/living until the end of the season. It didn’t occur to you that Real Madrid or Barcelona could even be on the list of Spanish clubs, in all honesty, but you would have had one preference over the other. You may live in Madrid now, but your love was in Barcelona.

///

You smiled at the message you’d gotten from Clàudia about how good you were looking in training, and how she’d enjoyed your tiktok montage of some of your best saves last season. You hadn’t expected to see a message from her team mum who still played at Barcelona, even when you were pretty sure she wasn’t in Barcelona for the international break, but Alexia had messaged you last night.

Messaging her back before morning training, you’d found out that Clàudia had admitted you were not having a great time at Atleti, not giving away anything else, but Alexia had asked how you were doing, especially after she couldn’t ask you herself, due to your phone taking a swim in the Windermere lake.

You didn’t expect Alexia to ask if you had considered going on loan, since the Barcelona captain was Barcelona through and through. You, however, were into your third year at Atleti, and you wanted, no, needed minutes, and you hadn’t played yet this season. You couldn’t tell Alexia about the loan request though, especially since you weren’t even sure Lola knew yet, and she was your captain. You didn’t lie when you said it was an option in your reply to Alexia after training though. You never lied.

Checking your phone, your venmo lit up with two transactions. Lola had spoken to Jenni it seems, so you quickly texted her a thank you, and a compliment you forgot to give her when you first saw the media footage from the gala. The gala where Lola had ended up going to, and some of Barcelona ended up going too, including Clàudia, and Alexia. Keeping the compliment short and sweet, you told her she looked amazing and you were sorry you took so long to tell her that. You’d messaged Clàudia almost instantly after she sent you a selfie showing you what she was wearing to it, but it was harder to talk to Lola these days, a lot harder.

You had stopped giving the cameras any attention during training, regardless of who was behind the camera taking the photos or filming. Your focus stayed on training, even as your emotions fizzed beneath the surface of your skin, eyes prickling with frustration as you were applauded for one of your saves. You had no confirmation of playing at all this season, and your loan wouldn’t be organised until the January transfer window. Then there were also no more international breaks, so you wouldn’t see your girlfriend until December, unless you were impulsive and took a three hour train like you would last season. Your teammates probably wouldn’t even notice you had gone.

Wiping your face with your gloves, you hadn’t seen Andrea taking photos of you training in goal whilst you had your existential crisis. It was only when Lola and Virginia went over to see Andrea’s photos that you got their attention.

“Are they-” Virginia murmured, but Lola was looking over at you having a water break and talking to your fellow goalkeeper, Paula before she was called over for her turn in the net.

You stood on your own, watching everyone else train when Lola walked over, pulling you into a bear hug. Your body clammed up as arms wrapped around you, only relaxing into the hold when you realised who it was.

“I’m here.” Lola whispered, feeling you relax against her in the hug, burying your face in her shoulder as you fought to hold back the sobs trying to escape your mouth. Your arms were looped under Lola, clinging to her in a tight hug that almost shocked the captain at first, but holding your trembling body in her arms reminded her of why she had taken you under her wing when she returned to Atleti after her year at Lyon. You had already been at Atlético Madrid for a season when Lola came back, but you had grown a lot since Lola was first introduced to you.

Lola assumed you would be fine as she focussed on the transfers and settling the team down for the league, but she had assumed wrong by the tear stains she could feel developing on the shoulder of her training top. One arm held your back whilst the other cradled the back of your head, Lola knowing how to comfort you as you finally broke. Everything had gotten too much.

Vir bit her lip in thought before making sure the photos of you crying never went onto the Atlético Madrid social media pages. Meanwhile Carmen kept the team distracted, letting you and Lola be undisturbed.

You ended up going inside with Lola, exhausted from crying as you splashed water on your face in the sink. About to dry your face with your sleeves, Lola let out a grumble as she took some toilet roll for you to use instead, kissing your forehead after you launched the toilet roll into the bin with a flick of your hand.

After the day at training, Lola ended up staying with you, glancing around your place to notice the small changes that had occurred since she had last been over, which happened to be during the previous season.

Her gaze drifted over the hoodie you had pulled on, the Barcelona logo almost making Lola’s heart break before she realised it was your girlfriend’s hoodie, not yours. You had Clàudia’s jersey in a frame on your wall, from the game during the Euros that Alexia had told Lola about after. How flustered the two of you looked flirting in public, and how you had gone to England to watch Clàudia play. Deep down, Lola knew you had been watching her too, but you were like her baby sibling, whilst Clàudia was your girlfriend.

Two multi-photo photo frames caught Lola’s attention after you went to grab her and yourself, a drink from the kitchen. One frame was full of pictures of you and Clàudia together, whilst the other was full of photos of you with your Atleti teammates. There was a photo of you and Carmen, one of you and Virginia, but in the middle was a photo of you and Lola at the beginning of last season.

“You got shorter.” Lola pointed out as you passed her her drink, but you rolled your eyes.

“I used to stand on my tip-toes for photos with you.”

“When did you stop?” Lola enquired as you sat down on the couch, grabbing your tv remote.

“I… I don’t remember. I just stopped, I guess?” turning the tv on, you began to search for a movie to watch, setting on Encanto, “like I stopped thinking I’ll get to play this season. I do my best every training session, but there can only be one goalkeeper on that pitch, and you’re a captain too. I know I’d break if I saw you get hurt, so…” you fell quiet, gaze shifting back to the screen as Lola processed what you said.

Atleti needed to figure out some sort of rotation, or they were at risk of losing a goalkeeper. Lola didn’t think you would leave Madrid, but there was no way she was letting Real Madrid have you. Lola sat watching Encanto with you, the film only being paused when you noticed the time, disappearing from the living room to come back with your tablet.

“I’m going to video call Clàudia… you can stay, her teammates like to be included anyway.” You explained, tapping on the screen as Lola leaned into view of your camera.

“Hola, bebé! Oh, hola Lola!” Clàudia couldn’t hide her surprise as she realised Lola was on the video call with you, leaving you to nervously chuckle before cracking a joke.

“I mean, you two saw each other at that gala, so… saying ‘long time no see’ doesn’t really work…”

Clàudia rolled her eyes at your joke, whilst Lola managed to hold back her laugh, realising how much she had missed talking to you, and how much she had missed about your relationship with Clàudia due to how busy she had been. The call ended up being crashed by an excited Patri, but you were willing to admit that spending your evening with Lola and in turn, over video call, Clàudia had made you feel a lot better.

///

After the panic that was the home game against Barcelona, having watched Lola kick the goal post in frustration and the 6-1 loss, you didn’t expect to wake up unable to breathe through your nose. Turning onto your side to reach for your phone in the dark, the bright screen left you bleary eyed as you took in the time. You didn’t need to get up for another hour for training, at least. Sitting up with your blankets wrapped around you, your heavy mouth breathing was louder than your phone volume, even as you opened tiktok to see the interactions with your newer uploads, from your travel tiktok in the Lake District (before your phone took an involuntary swim), to your goalkeeper content from last practice.

Your face fell as you saw it, realising just how many tiktoks Lola was posting with Andrea, and all the comments calling them mother and daughter… clearly her eldest team child had gone forgotten, but you knew you couldn’t complain that much, you had struggled with the dance videos Lola wanted to do anyway. Maybe uploading a tiktok at 5am wasn’t the smartest decision, but you hadn’t posted your second part of the ‘teenage dirtbag’ video, with more photos of you as a teen, including some early Atleti ones. You didn’t want to admit you had thrown in a favourite from when Lola had returned to Atleti, but now the photo of a younger you and her was out there, stirring things up.

Your head was beginning to pound as you put your phone down, turning your alarm off without thinking as you buried yourself back in your bedding.

Lola was the first one to realise you weren’t over waiting by the goal posts for training to start, even looking to see if you’d tried to climb up onto the crossbar, but you were nowhere to be seen. Paula shrugged as Lola asked the goalkeeper if she had seen you, leaving Lola to head over to see if you were with Carmen or Virginia. But you were nowhere to be seen, and neither of them, nor the rest of the team had heard from you.

Calls went to voicemail, and texts were unread, the running theory being you overslept since you had posted a tiktok at 5am. The tiktok in question was full of comments about the time in Spain, plus some fans remembered the bond between you and Lola last season, bringing it up in the comments about how you weren’t in Lola’s tiktok videos anymore.

“Maybe they overslept, they’ll probably come running soon, they love being in goal.” Carmen suggested, but the team was getting more and more worried as practice went on, and you still hadn’t shown up.

Training finished for the day, but you never turned up, or tried to contact anyone that you weren’t coming in today.

“The phone calls go through… I don’t think they dropped their phone in another lake.” Virginia explained after trying to call you, a conclusion being made to go over to your place and see if you were home.

“Wait, do you have a key?” Vir turned to Carmen as they arrived outside your building, the buzzer going unanswered, but Carmen shook her head.

“Lola and Pina do.”

“Clàudia is hours away… call her, I will call Lola.” Virginia suggested as she got her phone out whilst Carmen raised an eyebrow, wondering how she was supposed to contact Clàudia, eventually finding a way to contact the Barcelona player.

“Not answering Clàudia either, something’s very wrong.” Carmen replied, turning to look at Virginia, who had hung up and was now looking down the street for something, or someone.

“This is going to end well.” Carmen murmured as Lola drove up, with Andrea in the passenger seat.

“No answer?”

“Pina has heard nothing too.” Carmen added but Lola had already tried the buzzer, pausing as she heard nothing over the receiver, pressing more call buttons and eventually the door was opened.

“You watched Hawkeye with them, didn’t you?” The reference went unanswered as Lola led the three to the lift, pressing the button for your floor.

“They live here?” Andrea asked, looking up at the numbers on the lift before they arrived at your floor, Lola heading towards your door and knocking on it, key in hand when she got no answer.

Your place was dark, none of the blinds were open and there were no signs that you had even been in your kitchen or living room. Andrea stuck close to Lola as she beelined for your bedroom, whilst Carmen examined your kitchen, and Virginia checked your balcony.

Your bed covers were all scattered as Lola ran her hand over the bedding, finding it was slightly warm, but damp with sweat. Lola’s suspicions were making more sense as she knocked on your bathroom door, peeking her head in when she heard a whine.

“Ah, bebé…” Lola murmured, finding you curled up on your bathroom floor, looking sickly. Your pyjamas damp from your fever and your hand covering your eyes from the light coming into the room.

Lola turned to Andrea, who looked shocked at what she was seeing, but immediately went to get Carmen and Virginia, leaving Lola to dig through your bathroom cabinet, looking for a thermometer to confirm your fever.

“La gripe?” Virginia asked if it was the flu, but Lola didn’t respond, instead asking Andrea to get you some clean clothes, whilst Carmen turned the shower on, checking the water was on lukewarm as she saw the thermometer in your ear.

Whilst Lola and Carmen tried to cool your fever in the shower, Virginia took Andrea into your kitchen, looking for any tea bags or soup ingredients that you may have that they could use.

“¿Está bien?” Andrea asked Virginia if you were okay, but Viriginia shook her head, you were not well, and nobody knew until now.

“You can’t carry me. You’ll get sick.” Your voice was croaky, the shower having helped your head pound less, but you were still wobbly on your feet as Lola managed to get you to the couch. You needed fresh bedding before you could lay in bed again, so curling up on the couch with your hands over your ears would have to do.

Your body shivered before Carmen wrapped a blanket around you, frowning as you grimaced at the smell of the soup. Lola ended up on the couch next to you, pulling you into her embrace as you gave up trying to fight her.

“You’ll get sick.”

Lola shushed you, cradling your head as you leaned into her, your breathing heavy as your nose was still blocked. Your eyes were closed as you almost went back to sleep, but your kettle boiling made you stir, Andrea walking over with a cup of tea for you.

The rest of the day was a blur for you, even when Lola ended up uploading a photo to her instagram, you were sleeping curled into one side of her, with Andrea curled up on Lola’s other side, all three of you covered in blankets, as Lola rested her head on yours. The photo ended up being captioned ‘hijos’, Spanish for children.

Lola ended up staying put, the whimpers that left your lips when she went to move alarming the captain. She had never heard you sound so vulnerable, even when you had cried into her shoulder during practice.

“Lo siento.” Lola barely heard you as she went to shush you, smiling slightly as you nuzzled into her.

“I woke up at 5am, couldn’t breathe, then my head was pounding. The nausea. It was so hot then cold… then hot, the bathroom was cooler… I don’t want any of you to get sick.” you explained, keeping your eyes closed and nose covered by the blanket as the soup was almost done in the kitchen, the smell wafting into the living room.

You had no memory of Lola trying to persuade you to have some soup, or how long you ended up sleeping on your captain, or when Andrea ended up on the other side of Lola, moving the blanket back over you as it shifted slightly off of you.

Or how Carmen and Virginia ended up trying to figure out how your washing machine worked so you could have clean bedding. But you could remember the comfort that your teammates provided, and how Clàudia called you once you felt well enough, having received updates from Virginia when your eyes were too sensitive to look at your phone.

You had seen Clàudia back when Barcelona came to play Atleti at the Metropolitano Stadium. But you wouldn’t see her for longer than those minutes where you stood hugging each other until Patri came over to retrieve her teammate, and you went to check on Lola, after she had given you a fright during the game, requiring the physios on the pitch. You never told Lola how much that had terrified you, or how Virginia held your hand to try to comfort you.

There were a lot of things Lola wasn’t aware of, but one of the bigger things was your loan request. There were three more games left for Atleti before the break, and that meant you had three more games left with Atleti, before your loan was announced in January and you would be going to another Spanish club for the rest of the season.

///

After beating Valencia 1-0, the El Derbi was something you were massively looking forward to, with one more game before the end of the year. You hadn’t realised until you were sitting on the bench in the Estadio Alfredo Di Stefano that you would be heading to New York for your winter break soon. Then you’d be returning before Three Kings Day to spend some time with Clàudia, then after that you needed to get ready for wherever you were being sent on your loan.

You only hoped that you’d get to play wherever you were going, it was something that your management and Atleti themselves had reinforced. You were their second choice goalkeeper, but you were a rising star with what some had referred to as a bloodlust when in goal last season. That bloodlust, or drive, as others saw it, turned into a drive to get minutes, even though you were leaving your Atleti family for the rest of the season.

Lola and Andrea were starting, Carmen was still out with injury, and Virginia was sitting on the bench nearby. Lola had given you a scare the other day, sporting a black eye that had made you panic, even when she wouldn’t tell you how she got it, instead holding your hands gently as she saw the concern on your face, flipping the table as she asked how you were after you’d recovered from the flu.

Wrapping the blanket further around yourself, you watched the ball intently. The first half went goalless as you buried your nose in your coat, trying to keep warm. Real Madrid made two substitutions before the second half had started. You would have stood up when Ajibade went down, but that would have meant your blanket would fall off, so you shifted in your seat, watching more intensely, especially since Andrea had ended up rolling around the grass a few times.

The good thing about the Atleti goalkeeper away kit was that the bright green stood out against the red and white Atleti kit, and the white Real Madrid kit, so you could see Lola standing besides Santos who required medical treatment as she sat on the ground.

You let out a breath at nearly the 69th minute, a ball from Toletti going into Lola’s arms, somehow finding space through the Atleti defenders. Atleti made two changes at the 71st minute, whilst Real Madrid began to prepare their third change of the match, a change that ended up happening before the free kick to Real Madrid.

Andrea getting a yellow card at the 79th minute had you on edge slightly, glancing between the defender and your captain, before you sat back, watching the game and trying to keep warm. You grimaced as Real Madrid managed to head the ball into the goal from a set piece, seven minutes left not including stoppage time, Lola stopping Real’s attempt at a second goal before more substitutions happened.

Real Madrid’s captain ended up with a yellow card in stoppage time, whilst Andrea sat down next to you, not expecting you to offer her some of your blanket, but you two curled up in your seats on the bench, watching the final minutes of the El Derbi.

The announcement later that Óscar Fernández would no longer be in charge of Atleti was released to the public later that night, you read the statement Atleti had put on the website, citing the situation with where Atleti was in the table not being able to access the UWCL as why he was dismissed.

Clàudia texted you not long after you had sent an email to your management asking about if your loan would still go ahead during the January transfer window. You hadn’t played a single match this season, and with Atleti’s match against Real Betis being the last one of the year, you weren’t hopeful at all.

Your loan was unaffected but you felt nervous as the club’s traditional holiday meal at the Metropolitano Stadium, you wanted to skip it, but Carmen ended up asking you to ride with her there, the two of you heading inside to spot Lola doing captain duties, and Virginia was somewhere too.

“What is with that face? The team will return here on Saturday.” Carmen whispered as you stayed off to the side, glancing between everyone mingling.

“I’m going to miss this.” You admitted, smiling sadly as Carmen raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not staying in New York forever, plus, Madrid is your home.” Carmen pointed out, not realising the bigger picture as you sighed, nodding in agreement as Lola spotted you both and started to walk over.

Madrid had your Atleti family, but Barcelona had your love. Shaking your head, you pushed away the thoughts to enjoy the time together, smiling as Lola hugged you and tried to ignore your concern over her healing black eye.

///

Saturday was nearly here, and with Carmen medically cleared for the last Atleti game of 2022, you couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. The last training session of 2022 had everyone buzzing with different emotions, but yours were enigmatic to the eye. Especially since Lola had spotted you in a deep and serious conversation with one of the Atleti staff members. Carmen didn’t ask you what the conversation was about, instead squeezing your shoulder to settle you, whilst Lola’s inquisitive gazes turned into comfort. Both of them could tell you were nervous, but they had no idea.

Virginia couldn’t get anything out of you either, only picking up what you had said to Paula and Andrea during a moment at practice. Take care of Lola, Carmen and herself, for you. She found it a little odd you asked them that, especially since it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, even if you and Virginia hadn’t been rotated in much, or at all this season so far. The new manager would hopefully help with that.

Your knee bounced up and down as you sat on the bench next to Carmen, biting your lip as Real Betis got a corner almost immediately from kick-off, the ball being headed over but you felt your heart skip a beat for a moment.

Four minutes in, and one of your teammates was on the sidelines getting medical treatment, the team on the pitch down to ten. Six minutes in and Banini’s shot at goal was stopped by Real Betis’ goalie. Nearly ten minutes in, Real Betis had their first yellow card of the match, but the set piece shot went over.

Your face fell into disbelief when the ref decided against the penalty at the twenty-second minute, before grimacing at the thirty-fourth minute as Atleti’s shoot on goal went wide.

Andre was dodging challenge after challenge until the third took her down in the forty-third minute, limping from the sidelines back onto the pitch in the hopes of sticking it out until half-time.

A shiver ran down your body as the half-time whistle went, following Carmen back into the locker room, where it was warmer at least. Virginia and Carmen both noticed the spacey look on your face, but you paid more attention to Andrea, checking on her after she’d been taken down minutes earlier. You’d come around to accept the young defender, but even she didn’t know about your loan request. You’d voiced your worries to Clàudia, who pointed out that you yourself did not know enough to even tell your teammates anything. You didn’t know where you would be going yet, for all you knew, you would still be in Madrid.

You watched the rest of the half slightly out of it, even as Atleti made a substitution and another Real Betis player got a yellow card. Andrea bumped her knee against yours as she sat down on the bench, having been subbed off at the 81st minute.

Holding back curse words, you remained quiet like the Atleti fans in the stands as Real Betis’ Babajide rolled the ball into the goal past Lola, watching as Atleti tried desperately to get an equaliser, but every shot was heading over.

Cardona’s equaliser lit up the Metropolitano Stadium right before stoppage time, the stadium lighting up again as Cardona scored again, earning a brace as Lola hurried out of goal to celebrate with the team. The game ended 2-1, with you, Carmen, Virginia and Andrea heading back onto the pitch, you making a beeline for the rest of your teammates with Andrea on your back, a sight that had Lola grinning as you walked over to your captain. Taking in the energy of the win, you almost forgot it would be the last time you’d be on the pitch with Atleti, for a while at least. It took until you were in the locker room, glancing around at everyone that you felt that ache in your chest.

An ache that followed you to your final trip of the year, one that you had asked if Clàudia wanted to go with you to, but she had the final Champions League group stages match against Rosengård and then you knew she’d want to spend time with her team and her family. You would be in New York for the rest of December, flying out from Madrid but your returning flight from New York was heading to Barcelona to spend time with Clàudia before Three Kings Day, with the transfer window opening on January 2nd, leading to your loan being arranged and announced.

Documenting your trip on your social medias, your aeroplane journey and arrival in New York had Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift as a backing track, whilst your exploration of New York’s skyline had What’s Up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar, you had an entire tiktok on the New York Christmas markets and the Rockefeller Centre tree, whilst your instagram was full of photos you’d taken, including one where you were video calling Clàudia whilst watching the fireworks on New Years. The tattoo you got in New York wasn’t something you posted, but Clàudia knew you were getting it, having helped you with your idea, whilst Lola teasingly asked you if you had gotten one, not expecting you to admit you had.

You had even taken a short video at the Empire State Building, which also had a backing track for it, but the New York footage soon turned into footage of Barcelona as you reunited with Clàudia as she and Patri picked you up at the airport. You were in Barcelona when your management called about your loan details, the transfer window had opened and a few Spanish teams had taken an interest.

Clàudia and Patri watched as you paced up and down the kitchen, on the phone to your management as you went over everything, asking questions that had them raising eyebrows, but they made sense. You were a goalkeeper who wanted minutes and that determined your contract, yet Atleti were loaning you somewhere that already had three, technically four, goalkeepers.

“Wait, I’d be their second keeper, how is that fair to- because this club rotates their goalkeepers?” Patri looked confusedly at Clàudia, but your girlfriend also shook her head. You primarily spoke Spanish with Clàudia, and you were speaking quickly, and not in Spanish until you hung up the phone, and walked over to them, nervously smiling.

“I guess we don’t have to worry so much about long distance… Atleti are loaning me to Barcelona for the rest of the season.”

Clàudia flew into your arms as Patri cheered, making an excuse to head out as your lips met Clàudia’s, the two of you only interested in each other.

You were curled up in bed with Clàudia when your phone began to light up with messages and calls from your Atleti teammates, who had just seen your message that you were going on loan for the rest of the season. They also saw the announcement on social media.

Barcelona had won the goalie.

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La Mariposa y El Escorpion

@cheesy-cryptid

Bruno x OC(reminiscing, friends to lovers to spouses)

This is how Bruno and Andrea met and grew up. They're the same age, with Andrea being younger by a matter of weeks.

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Andrea Sophia Guillermo-Madrigal lay in one of the hammocks in the casita's ground floor. She sighed contentedly, her black-trimmed emerald dress fluttering lightly as the hammock swung to and fro.

...

She peeks open one of her eyes, deep blue like her father's, to see none other than Bruno standing over her with some sort of box.

"Mind if I join you?" He asks.

She smirks, "Do I ever mind, mi amor?"

He blushes slightly, "Fair point." This, of course, saved him the trouble of explaining that Luisa was napping in the other hammock.

He climbed in and the two got comfortable.

"Is there a reason you wanted to cuddle, Bruno?"

"Well, I was just thinking. We've known each other for 41 years now." He pries open the box, chocolates were inside, "We've been a couple for 36 of those years and married for 31. You remember the day we first met, right?"

Andrea chuckled, "How could I not? That was probably the biggest scene I'd caused, second to our wedding."

(This is where I'd put a descending xylophone if this were a video.)

---FLASHBACK---

November 8th, 1910.

Andrea had just turned 10 the previous day. She sat on one of the benches of town square very much bored.

You see, Andrea was always honest about herself and her feelings. This meant she didn't make many friends, and those she did seldom stayed so.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of breaking glass.

She looked up to find a pair of boys, both roughly her age.

The taller one she knew as Enrique, who constantly tried to impress her or something despite numerous rejections. He was yelling at a smaller boy in a green hooded ruana, who Andrea knew as Bruno: The youngest of the Madrigal triplets and the family's seer.

Which means Enrique wasn't particularly happy with the vision Bruno gave him.

Perfect.

She marched up to the two, "Oye! Who do you think you are?!" She called.

Enrique was about to reply when her fist connected with his chin.

He yelped as he landed on his butt, "Andrea, you're-"

"SHUT IT! Bruno can't help what he sees! Maybe if you had an ounce of heart you'd think that maybe there's a way to avoid a bad future instead of yelling at him!"

Enrique stood, rubbing his chin. "If you saw what I did, you'd be directing that anger at him." He then stalked away, most likely to get something from Julieta's stall.

Andrea turned around, as did her temper. "Sorry about him. He's got his head too far up his... Anyway, what'd you see to make him like that?"

Bruno had since picked up all the pieces of the vision, "Uh, well..."

"I won't get mad. I promise."

"Okay..." He held out two shards of the vision: One showing Enrique, mid-yell about a lost tooth apparently. The other depicted a hesitant Julieta.

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh... I see." Andrea giggled as she studied the shards.

"It's not funny!" Bruno retorted.

"Yes it is. See: I just clocked Enrique on the chin. That knocked his tooth loose." She held up the shard with the yelling Enrique, "Now he's going to Julieta, your sister, to get healed up, but she doesn't want to for some reason."

Bruno thought about it as he took the shards back.

Until the both of them noticed all the people in the square, including Alma Madrigal herself had bore witness to this. And while the rest of the folks were varying degrees of confusion, Señora Madrigal had a strange smile on her face.

---END FLASHBACK( ascending xylophone)---

"If I knew then your mama had wanted us to marry I would've said yes as soon as we were 20." Andrea said with a light chuckle. Bruno chuckled too, "Yeah, I think you would've too."

...

Bruno huffed, "Mama took me home not long after that. Apparently she liked how we got along and thought we could become more as we spent more time together."

"Was she wrong?" Andrea asked.

"I mean, no, but at the time, I just... I dunno..."

---FLASHBACK--- A 10-year-old Bruno was being led by the hand by his mother up to La Casa Madrigal. There wasn't any force behind it, so maybe he wasn't in trouble?

"Mama? What's going on? Why are you bringing me back home early?" Bruno asked.

"You'll see." Alma replied cryptically, her smile not fading.

"Okay...?"

Casita swung its front door open for the two, shutting it again after they step inside. Laughter could be heard from the dining room. Upon investigation, the sources here Bruno's sister and her friend, Felix.

"Done with your chores already, mi vida?" Alma asked.

Pepa hummed in the affirmative, "Felix helped!"

"I see." Alma turns to Felix, "Thank you for your help, Felix. You'll make a fine addition the La Familia Madrigal one day."

Felix and Pepa both blushed, and Bruno suppressed a laugh. Felix coughed into his fist, "It's not a problem, Señora. Your family does so much for all of us, I just thought someone should do something in return."

"Well, your efforts won't go unnoticed. Why don't you run home, now. We have big plans tonight."

"We d-?" Pepa was about to ask, but caught her mother's look, and played along, "Yyyyyyeah, we do! Big things to talk about and stuff!"

Feilx glanced between mother and daughter for a bit before standing from the table, "Alright then, family meeting's a family meeting. I'll see you tomorrow, Peps! Seeya Bruno." He then shows himself out.

"Mama, what's going on?" Pepa asked.

"You'll find out soon enough. Get cleaned up you two." She leaves Bruno's side to go back out, "Julieta is on her way back, I'll be back in a couple hours." As the front door shut behind her, the bell tower in town tolled 4:00 pm.

Half an hour later, Julieta's wagon, pulled by one of Senor Malcerca's donkeys, rolled to a stop on the patio. The oldest triplet was heard letting out an exasperated sigh. "Ay, Carlos, I keep telling you not to be so harsh on the path up to Casita!"

The donkey huffed indignantly.

The patio doors swing open so Julieta can carry in the leftover food. She spots her siblings at the table, both of them red as tomatoes.

Julieta smirked, "If you two are done freaking out over the fact you have feelings, can you help me carry all this stuff in?"

The younger triplets jumped, their faces quickly returning to their normal colors, "Uh, sure." Bruno muttered, "Yep, on it." Pepa replied, the both of them standing from the table and collecting trays from the wagon.

"Not much healing today, Juli?" Pepa asked.

"Nope. The townsfolk were surprisingly competent today. Even Accident-Prone Augustin came by only once."

"Wow, only once?" Bruno parroted teasingly, "Must've been quite lonely then."

Now it was Julieta's turn to blush, "There's nothing wrong with liking somebody, Bruno." a beat, "By the way, is everything okay? I heard a lot of yelling, then Enrique came by my stand to get healed, but... Well, I was worried he hurt you."

"It's just my pride, I'll live." Bruno said dismissively.

Over the next half hour, the triplets cleaned themselves up and Julieta begins putting the leftovers into jars for later.

In the hour after that, Bruno and Pepa set the table for a lot of people while Julieta prepared a feast, as Mama being out for so long usually meant she was coming back with guests.

And they weren't wrong. Alma returned at 6:00 with her guests: Mark and Sandra Guillermo, and their daughter, Andrea.

Bruno was surprisingly not surprised. He was also secretly relieved as...

He forgot to ask her name.

"Bruno, you know the Guillermoes, Yes?" Alma prompted.

"Uh..." Darn it, Bruno say something!

"Well, we certainly know him." Señor Guillermo said with his American accent and a smile. "Hard not to know the magical Madrigals, heh!"

---END FLASHBACK---

"Dios mio, I was so embarrassed." Bruno groaned, "I must've been red the whole dinner."

"You weren't, mi vida." Andrea replied. "Though, you sure took a lot of time thinking what to say."

"I... Didn't want to upset your parents, that's all." Bruno retorted.

"Mhm."

"No, really! It was all I could do to keep dinner from being a disaster!"

---FLASHBACK---

The two families sat at the table, with Alma at the head of the table.

However, the woman stood, embracing first Señora Guillermo, then Señor Guillermo.

"Good to see you're handling your triplets well, Alma." Señroa Guillermo said with a smile.

Alma chuckled, "Thank you, Sandra. I'll admit I didn't expect them to have gifts like this, or... At all, but they've been a big help."

"So we've seen!" Señor Guillermo commented, before placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder, "Though Andrita here-"

"Andreita, Amor." His wife corrected.

"Andreita here seems to have a favorite."

Andrea blushed, turning away. "I... Don't know what you're talking about, Papi."

The three parents simply shared a knowing smile.

"Regardless..." Alma began again, "They are still children. Far too young for anything more than friendship. In time, I'm sure Bruno and Andrea will become a lovely couple. But for now, let them love like children. And let us all enjoy our meal."

She sits, the group give their thanks, and the eating commences.

Bruno was sat across from Andrea, his sisters to his left. Though he wouldn't admit it, he could maybe see himself growing up with her, but falling in love? Like adults? He's not so sure.

---END FLASHBACK--- "Boy was I wrong, huh?" Bruno said with a chuckle.

"You sure were, Brunito." Andrea replied, "To be fair, kids don't really think about the long term."

"Ha! Yeah, that's true." Bruno had to laugh, it was a simple fact of life. "Hey, remember when I first suggested we start dating?"

"Ah, yes... I think it was Nochebuena, we were-"

"Vispera de Año Nuevo, actually. New Year's Eve. We were 15." Bruno stated.

"Oh, right. Heh! Your resolution was to make me your girlfreind. Well, you certainly did more than that, Señor Suave."

Bruno's cheeks flushed a little at the nickname, "I sure did, huh?"

...

"Did we really start dating after five years of knowing each other?" Andrea realized.

"Yep. And married five years after that."

"Damn."

"Si."

---FLASHBACK---

Sept. 1st, 1920.

Bruno stood at the altar, his normal green hooded ruana, red shirt, brown pants and sandals had been swapped for a white suit with gold hourglasses stitched into the shirt collar( His request) and white dress shoes.

He stared down the aisle as Andrea, in her mother's old wedding dress, approached. She'd had her hair braided for the occasion, looking like the tail of a giant chocolate-colored scorpion hung down from her head.

Bruno would never admit it, but most of the ceremony was a blur up until he was kissing Andrea passionately(Also Triad doesn't want to go through the effort of writing out a full wedding ceremony, so come up with one yourselves, damnit!).

---END FLASHBACK---

"Did you ever think we'd come this far, Bruno?" Andrea asked.

"I... might've taken a peek the morning after our first dinner together." The seer confessed.

Andrea sighed, "Of course you did."

---FIN---

#encanto #Encanto #bruno madrigal x oc

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klarsynt-arc · 3 years

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“ zero zero six. ”

sometimes he can still smell the blood in the air.

“ six. ”

he can feel the way the warmth left her body.

“ agent kindell. ”

emil’s head snaps up, gaze zeroing in on doctor leeland. he’s met with that inquisitive, piercing look she often gives him when he gets lost during their sessions. he loathes that expression. because he can never resist the need to open up. she knows all the right buttons to push and he lets her. even when he knows she only presses them for his superiors, for the people giving her copious amounts of money to keep him in line.

“ i lost you there didn’t i? ” it’s a statement as she tilts her head, adjusting her position in her chair. “ anything you care to share? ” again, it’s less of a question. he knows they’ll sit here until she’s satisfied. calling this therapy is a cruel joke. and he doesn’t know what it says about him that it still works. it still makes him feel better. for a time, at least.

his gaze shifts over the doctor for a moment before he looks down at his hands. “ i’m remembering again, ” he finally confesses. he can’t hold off under the weight his memories and leeland’s pressing stare. it’s too much. every time he starts seeing daisy’s delaney’s face in his dreams again, it brings back his sister too. one was a failure and the other was a completed mission. but they both leave him feeling the same emptiness.

“ it’s getting bad again, isn’t it? ”

a pause. “ yes. ”

“ according to your monitor, you’ve been waking up frequently when you should be sleeping...you’ve been drinking again too. ”

he’s quiet. he doesn’t need to confirm or deny any of it. not when she has a tablet in her lap filled with the truth. reggie lets him lie. he likes dealing with his handler better because at least that man doesn’t pretend to give a shit. with doctor leeland, it’s so much harder. she doesn’t look at him as clinically as the other medical staff. sometimes there’s warmth there. and it’s manipulative. it’s calculated. and he doesn’t care because it’s the only kindness he’ll ever get, even if it’s fabricated.

“ is it time to make it go away again? we can make you forget about her too, agent klein? it doesn’t have to hurt, emil. we do this for the others too. do you want me to make it better? ”

he’s quiet before he nods his head. brows tug together and he shakes it instead “ i don’t know. ” he doesn’t want to forget etisha. he lost her, yes. but she was family. he needs her even if it’s just a memory now. and it would be too easy. he failed her and it would be a betrayal, a cruelty to forget her as well. she deserves more than that. emil swallows and looks back down at his hands, half expecting them to be red. delaney, though...it’s confusing and it hurts every time he starts to see things that are familiar yet so foreign at the same time. they never told him it would have to happen more than once, that they'd keep having to scramble his mind just to keep him from remembering what he did.

“ agent? ”

“ just her. make me forget again. ”

#IDK WHAT THIS IS #〖 FILE: ETISHA KLEIN 〗#〖 FILE: VERENA DELANEY 〗#〖 FILE: CLARA LEELAND 〗#i haven't done random ass drabbles in so long #〖 DATA LOADING 〗#anyway how long until andrea yells at me for this

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scribbling-punk · 2 years

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Prompt: Sam & Andrea, late night softness.

Andrea wrinkles her nose as the lock loudly clicks, almost a gunshot in the quiet lobby. She pushes the door open and slips out of her heels, praying she hasn’t woken Sam or Ruby. It’s the third time this week Andrea has gotten home after midnight, her schedule filled with overseas business associates and their penchant for alcohol.

Sam had promised her there was no reason to feel guilty, that she understood why Andrea needed to wine and dine them, but, still, Andrea can’t help but feel terrible about being so absent this week.

She’d missed one of Ruby’s soccer games and even her weekly date night with Sam, the guilt knotting in Andrea’s stomach until she’d bailed from the bar and left the Obsidian credit card behind for them to use. None of them had seemed to mind, most of them already too drunk to really notice that Andrea had left anyway.

A quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up has her staring into the mirror, easily noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes now that her makeup has been removed. It’s been a long week and her skin is making no effort to help her hide it.

Andrea sighs and heads to their bedroom, tip-toeing around in the darkness as she changes into a tank top and sleep shorts, entirely unaware that Sam is still awake until warm arms wrap around her middle. Sam kisses her cheek from behind and rests her chin on Andrea’s shoulder, murmuring a greeting that turns Andrea into a puddle of goo.

“I’m sorry I’m so late… again,” Andrea murmurs. “They’re leaving tomorrow, though, so everything should go back to normal.” She sighs softly and leans back until her spine is flush with Sam’s chest, “how did Ruby take it?”

“She understands that work sometimes steals you away from us,” Sam says. “Ruby’s a smart girl, she knows you’d have been there if you could. There will be plenty more soccer games for you to go watch and embarrass her with your yelling.” Sam nuzzles Andrea’s cheek before leaving another kiss, “come on, it’s time to get some sleep. You can worry about work tomorrow.”

Andrea allows herself to be led towards their bed, Sam urging her to take the spot that she’s already warmed up as she curls herself around the exhausted CEO. Andrea sighs softly, content to be tucked in her favorite set of arms as a trail of gentle kisses are left along her jaw.

“Stop beating yourself up,” Sam gently scolds, her hand slipping beneath Andrea’s tank top to rub gentle circles against her soft stomach. “It’s a couple of late nights, it’s not that big of a deal. I worked late during the last audit Lena and I had to deal with and you were the person telling me not to worry about it.”

“It was actually fun,” Andrea admits in a whisper. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always prefer for you to be here, but it was nice to have a couple of nights alone with Ruby.”

“She loves you, you know,” Sam states. “You’re so good with her and, according to Lena, Ruby does not stop talking about you. I’d be a little jealous if it wasn’t so damn cute.”

Andrea blushes, relieved that the dark bedroom doesn’t allow Sam to see the light dusting of rouge that bleeds across her cheekbones. It’s taken her so long to open up, to allow Sam to see through her mask, to allow her vulnerabilities to show, but old habits die hard.

“You’ll wake the neighbors if you think any louder,” Sam murmurs, fingernails lightly trailing across Andrea’s stomach. “You’re overworked and tired, and probably a little dehydrated. Overthinking won’t help, sweetheart.”

“I know.” Andrea blows out the puff of air she hadn’t even realized she was holding. “Sorry, it’s just been a long week and it’s not close to being over.” Sam tsks and gently pulls her closer, pressing a kiss to Andrea’s temple.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. Try and get some sleep and I’ll be right here,” Sam promises, pulling the comforter higher. “I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.”

#Andrea x Sam #Rojarias #Fluff #Andrea Rojas #Sam Arias #Prompt fill

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“Beth” Daryl Dixon x Beth Greene w/ Unrequited!F!Reader

Request: anonymous: can i please please request a heather by conan gray song fic where reader is jealous of what daryl and beth had ( basically daryl x reader but onesided 💔👄💔 ) omg pure damn angst that'd be immaculate 😭😭 thank u very much 💔💔

Word Count: 3540

Warning: Unrequited Love

Song I Wrote To: “Heather” by Conan Gray

Note: I hate to say that I know exactly how our reader felt and man does it fucking suck to feel that way. thank you for the request. NOTE: I see Beth and daryl as platonic soulmates, not romantic.

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I still remember third of December

Me in your sweater, you said it looked better

On me, than it did you, only if you knew

How much I liked you, but I watch your eyes

It hadn’t rained in days and you were almost out of water.

Since saving Beth from the Grady ordeal and discovering Noah’s home was gone, it was a mix of emotions within the group. After Terminus, there hadn’t been much hope on the horizon. Rescuing Beth had brought some light into your family’s eyes, but there was still the question of what happened next.

The prison was gone and you had lost people, but you had found each other again and that was better than nothing. Walking alongside Glenn and Maggie, your eyes were on the duo in front of you.

Daryl and Beth.

You didn’t know what had exactly happened between the two of them after the prison fell, but whatever it was had changed them. Two very unlikely people were now attached at the hip every moment of every day. Daryl never had Beth out of his sight if he could help it. The only time he did was when Beth was with her sister.

Daryl Dixon was the one that always made sense to you. You had met him the day he had walked into the camp with Merle. He tended to keep his distance from everyone else, but eventually, you had gotten him to talk to you and it didn’t take long for your feelings to form.

There had been small moments between the two of you that you thought had meant something. The slightest of glances, his hand on your arm when he needed your attention, or even when he had found you alone in the CDC and checked in.

It wasn’t until you were safe on the farm and Andrea had nearly killed him that you realized the feelings you had were more than a simple crush, you were falling for him and you were falling hard.

As she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

At the prison, you became his partner for all the supply runs. You were quick on your feet and didn’t care too much for small talk so he preferred to hunt with you. You hadn’t noticed that he and Beth were getting closer at all. The prison had offered Beth a boyfriend, though he didn’t last long and died on a supply run with Daryl.

When the prison had fallen, you had been with Maggie, Sasha, and Bob. The four of your had traveled down rickety roads searching for Glenn and the others. When you had encountered Terminus, you weren’t sure if you were going to get out of there alive. There had been too many variables and you were still missing people.

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

That is until Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and Carl had entered the train car and you had immediately grabbed Daryl into a hug. His arms had been hesitant at first but then hugged you back, burying his head in your hair. When he had pulled back and spotted Maggie, his face had fallen and he had told her what happened.

Beth had been taken.

The reunion was short-lived as Gareth and his people dragged Rick, Daryl, Bob, and Glenn from the train car. Both you and Maggie had yelled as the men you loved were torn from your grips. Sasha had to hold you back, keeping her arms locked around your torso as you fought against her.

Everything after that was a blur and then the next thing you knew, there was an explosion and you and the rest of your family began to fight back. It wasn’t until Abraham had taken your hand and dragged you into the woods that you were finally reunited with Daryl and the others.

Still reeling from almost being dinner for cannibals, everyone tried to remain calm, but there was still one more thing you and the others had to do: Get Beth back.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

Daryl wouldn’t stop talking about her. He couldn’t believe he had lost her at the funeral home. He thought he was protecting her when he told her to run, but then she had been taken anyways. Daryl told Maggie that he had screamed for her sister, running after the car that snatched her, but they never slowed and they never stopped.

“Beth is strong and she’ll survive anything these assholes throw at her,” you had told him, trying to offer comfort after you had found the church. Daryl had been sitting alone on watch when you had found him. You could tell he was becoming restless and that it was only a matter of time before he went after her. What he said next had confirmed your theory.

“She is strong,” Daryl had agreed, “but she can’t do this alone. Someone’s gotta go get her.” After that, you knew there was no stopping him.

It wasn’t long after that when Daryl had left to go after the people who had taken the young Greene. You had informed the others of what had happened and Rick had ordered everyone to stay put. Daryl, and Carol, who had joined him, were more than capable of getting Beth and Rick knew that if they needed you, you would be there to help.

The entire exchange at Grady felt as if it didn’t even happen. One moment Daryl had come back saying that Carol had been taken as well, and then suddenly you were all on your way into the city to go after your people. Rick had you and Sasha act as snipers on the overpasses to get good vantage points for the initial meeting.

From watching him through your scope, you could see how restless Daryl was getting. If Rick hadn’t of been by his side, you were almost sure that he would have gone into the hospital alone to get her back and probably would have killed them both in the process.

You soon realized that Dawn Lerner was no different from the other threats you and the others had faced. She was proud and naïve at the same time. The woman believed that she was helping people, saving them for when help arrived. However, everyone knew the truth, nobody was coming. Nobody was ever coming.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

You had joined Rick and Daryl in the exchange, keeping your weapon ready in your hands. Carol was brought forward first and then Beth. As soon as she rejoined the group, Rick had pulled her behind him and Daryl stood in front of both of them, creating a shield. Beth stayed close and placed her hand on his back lightly, making sure he knew she was there.

When Dawn had asked for Noah, Beth had walked forward with determination, trying to make the woman see reason, but the former officer wasn’t backing down. Nobody saw the pair of scissors in Beth’s hand until it was too late.

The younger Greene plunged her weapon into Dawn’s chest just as the latter pulled her gun. You flinched, waiting for the gunshot, but the pistol had jammed. Beth stared at the barrel pointed at her head in shock. Just before Dawn could try to explain, Noah pulled Beth back and Daryl pulled his own gun, shooting Dawn in the head without a second thought.

Everyone, including yourself, had then raised their weapons, but the other members of Grady had surrendered, not wanting any more people to die. Rick had then ordered everyone out and back down to the others. You helped Carol stand and she leaned on you as you walked from the hospital.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

Ahead of you, Daryl had Beth pressed into his side, his arm firmly around her. Beth’s arms clutched at the vest on his back as if she were afraid he would slip away from her again. You were glad that she was okay, but you couldn’t ignore the pang in your heart as you watched the man you loved hold another. The heartbreak only continued after that as your group headed back out onto the road.

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Coming back to the present, you hadn’t realized that a Walker had begun stumbling after you or that Maggie and Glenn had stepped away to talk amongst themselves. The rest of the group was a few paces ahead of you, unaware of the lurking Dead behind them. Turning slowly, you pulled your knife, trying to stay on your feet. You were exhausted and at this point all you wanted to do was lay down and sleep, but that was no longer a luxury in the new world.

The Walker gnashed its teeth at you as you waited for it to catch up. When it was on you, you lazily shoved its arms off of you. The smell of rot made your eyes water as it tried to bite you. Its crumbling fingers tangled in your jacket as you raised your arm and plunged the blade into its eye socket. The creatures dropped to the ground with a heavy thud that finally got the attention of your group.

“(Y/N)?” Carl called. You waved off the concern in his voice and sheathed your blade, turning away from the corpse. You caught up with the others, trying to keep both of your eyes open. As you walked alongside Tara, you felt a hand on your arm. Looking to your left, you saw Beth looking at you with a furrowed brow.

As she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

“You okay?” she asked. Daryl was right next to her, his hand in hers as always.

“Yeah, Beth,” you assured her. “I’m just tired.” She nodded in understanding. Everyone was tired, everyone was hungry, and nobody knew what was going to happen next. Beth looked like she wanted to say something else, but you just gave her a small smile and went to catch up with Rick who was walking with his children, Judith tucked under his chin, and Carl dragging his feet next to his dad. “Need a break?” you asked, gesturing to the little one.

“I got her,” Rick said, “but thanks.” You nodded and continued to walk alongside your leader in silence. Rick was watching you out of the corner of his eye, easily reading your body language. Whether you were aware or not, he could see what Daryl couldn’t and that was the fact that every second you watched him with Beth felt like a dagger to your heart.

“We should find a spot to stop for the night,” you suggested, your eyes scanning the road ahead.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Rick said with a sigh and then glanced over his shoulder. “Daryl,” he called and the archer let go of Beth for a moment to jog up to Rick’s side. “Why don’t you and (Y/N) go scout ahead in the woods, see if you can find a place to set up camp for the night.” Daryl was hesitant at first, but then nodded.

“Alright,” he said and then looked back at Beth, “I’ll be right back,” he called and she nodded with a small smile. He then turned back to you, gripping his bow tighter, “come on.”

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You followed after Daryl in silence. Since knowing the hunter, you learned how to move with him through the woods. On the farm, Daryl had taken you under his wing and taught you how to walk without making a sound and how to spot things that were out of the ordinary. You were the only person he trusted to go sneaking through the woods with and that meant a lot to you.

The two of you walked for a little while longer before he slowed down and began walking beside you, instead of in front. “You’ve been quiet girl,” he observed. You just shrugged, not really wanting to get into it right now. “(Y/N),” Daryl said, knocking your shoulder with his.

“I’m just sick of wandering,” you explained. “At least the last few times we have been on the road, we had a vague idea of where we were going or at least trying to go.”

“I know ya didn’t like being back in the city,” he said quietly. You shrugged again.

“Not like I was going to stay behind,” you told him. “Beth and Carol needed us.” Daryl nodded.

“Thanks for helpin’ to get them back,” he said, looking over at you, and you nearly melted under his gaze.

“What else is family for, right?” Daryl gave you a small smile and then nodded.

You continued on through the woods until you found a small enough clearing that would work well for the night. You volunteered to stay behind and start getting the camp ready while Daryl ran back to bring the others. You needed to be alone with your thoughts.

As soon as Daryl disappeared back through the trees, you began gathering firewood. The whole time, you watched for Walkers, but the Dead stayed away for the moment. You tried to focus on your task, but every time you had a second, you thought of him. Your hands went into your hair and tugged as if you could pull the thoughts out by force.

You didn’t want to feel like this.

You had experienced unrequited love before, but never to this extent. Daryl Dixon had consumed you and no amount of “moving on” was going to fix it.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty…

The others arrived quickly and you all worked together to get the camp set up for the night. Rick, Abraham, and Michonne set up Walker traps while Carol and Glenn fixed something for dinner from what Daryl was able to catch in the nearby trees.

Once everyone had eaten, you had stepped away and placed yourself on a boulder, watching over the group, a rifle in your lap. Your eyes couldn’t stop wandering to Beth and Daryl as they sank into their own bubble.

She was never far from his side by the fire. Since Grady, she had slept by his side, walked in his shadow, and they even took watch together when they had the chance. You also knew that while Beth and Daryl may have been oblivious of their newfound relationship, everyone else in the group had noticed.

Daryl joked around with Beth, carried her on his back when she was tired, and he had even begun training her with his bow, something you had always wanted to do. Jealously rushed through you at the sight of his hands on her shoulders and under her arm, helping her balance the weapon.

Any time she would make a perfect shot at a nearby tree, he would smile at her with pride in his eyes. Those eyes never left her if they could help it and you didn’t blame him because you were the same way when it came to him. He cared about her and while it may have been a different way than how you felt about him, it didn’t feel much better.

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

Watching as Daryl wrapped his leather jacket around Beth’s shoulder, you gripped the barrel of your gun tighter. A movement to your left had you turning to see Maggie approaching you. She hopped up on the boulder and gave you a small smile.

“Are you okay?” she asked and you knew what she was referring too. Maggie Greene or rather, Rhee, was as observant as they came.

“I’m good,” you told her, turning your attention to the wall of trees that was before you.

“I know how you feel about him,” Maggie whispered and you closed your eyes at her words. She reached over and took your hand. “I saw it the first night on the farm, the way you look at him. I even thought that the two of you were together before Andrea mentioned that you weren’t.” You sighed.

“Maggie…” you began as you looked at her, your eyes begging for her to drop the subject.

“I could talk to Beth,” she offered, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no, please,” you said, glancing over at the two survivors cuddled up by the fire. “He and her...that’s fate. You know Daryl, he’s not the romantic type, but Beth is the closest thing to a soulmate he’s got. Platonic and all. Besides, look at her. She’s an Angel.”

But you like her better

I wish I were Heather

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Later that night, Glenn had joined you on watch.

You knew that you should get some sleep, but too many thoughts ran through your mind and you couldn’t quiet them down enough to sleep. Glenn didn’t say anything, but he knew. You knew that Maggie had told him, but you also knew that he wouldn’t offer his opinion, at least not when anyone could hear him. Still, he slung an arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him, feeling the warm embrace of your friend.

Eventually, you had to get up. After Glenn had gone to sleep next to his wife, Rosita tagged you out for watch and you slid off the boulder, stretching your arms above your head. As you walked back to the rest of the group, you ran into Daryl.

“Ya alright?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.

“How many more times are you gonna ask me that?” you asked, crossing your arms. “I’m the same since the last time you asked.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Something has been off with you since Grady, maybe even before that.” All you wanted to do was scream at him. You wanted to grab him by that damn vest of his, tell him you loved him, and kiss him until the sun came up and that fantasy alone was enough to make you turn away from him.

“I’m tired of losing people, Daryl,” you admitted and you didn’t think he caught your double meaning, but it was the truth. You had lost him even though he was never yours, to begin with.

“I get that,” he said, “but you never know who you’ll find, ya know?” he said glancing over at Beth who lay curled up near her sister and brother-in-law. You followed his gaze and then your eyes landed on Rick who was looking at you with sadness in his eyes. You looked away quickly, trying not to let the tears back in. “What is it?” Daryl asked, noting your shift in demeanor.

“Nothin’, I’m gonna do a perimeter check,” you informed him.

“Alone?”

“Yeah, alone,” you said before turning and walking away, fighting the tears with every step.

Wish I were Heather

(Oh, oh)

Wish I were Heather

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It didn’t take long for you to crumble.

Falling to your knees, you rested on the forest floor, your back against a tree as you cried. You knew you needed to be quiet, but you couldn’t stop the tears that choked you. He would never look at you the way he looked at her and you had to accept that, but it didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt like hell. You pressed your face into your arms as you cried, trying to muffle the sound.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

When your sobs had calmed, you stared out into the darkness with bleary and red eyes. A flashlight beam caught your eye as Rick approached you, his boots crunching the dead leaves that scattered the ground. He didn’t say anything as he joined you on the ground.

“I didn’t mean to walk off,” you explained, but he waved you off. It was another moment of silence before he finally spoke.

“I know that look,” Rick said. “The others, they may not see it, but I do. I know what it looks like to want someone you can’t have,” he said. You kept your gaze forward as he spoke. “Shane had the same look when it came to Lori. Hell, he loved her and I knew it and so did she. So, I know (Y/N).”

Nodding, you wiped at the tears on your chin and took a deep breath. “I want to hate her,” you whispered.

“But you can’t,” he said and you shook your head.

“I could never,” you admitted. “Not her. She’s not even doing anything.” The tears came again and this time Rick pulled you against him and you sobbed into his chest.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. “It’s okay.”

A part of you believed him. It was going to be okay. The end of the world had happened, but it didn’t mean that you had lost everything. Daryl had found his person and while you would always love him, there was a point in time when you just had to let go.

And so, you did.

But you like her better

Wish I were...

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alexthedrummerboy · 3 years

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I Need To Forget You

pairing: platonic alex, luke, and reggie (and bobby but only mentioned!)

summary: Before his parents kicked him out, his sister had been trying to teach him how to play the acoustic guitar. Andrea hadn't been quite the musician that Luke is, but she'd tried her best. Alex remembers being 15 and sitting on the edge of her bed, her guitar in his arms as she told him where to place his fingers. He also remembers complaining endlessly about how much the strings hurt his hands.

Another exploration into Alex’s feelings about his family after his death.

(plus self indulgent guitar playing inspired by that video Owen posted on Instagram of him playing the guitar in the dark)

authors note: I JUST REALLY WANT ALEX TO GET A SOFT ACOUSTIC GUITAR SOLO IN SEASON 2

trigger warning: homophobia and bad parenting (mentioned)

ao3

The studio is cold when Alex walks in. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised, it’s barely five in the morning and everyone is asleep.

They technically don't need to sleep but Luke and Reggie like to try anyway. Alex finds he's too wired to even do that; he’s been this way since before he died.

He eyes his drum kit and walks over, gently the tapping on the batter head with the pads of his fingers. He doesn’t really feel like playing right now. The morning feels too quiet for that.

Then, he sees it. A six string in the corner that Alex assumes belonged to Julie’s mom.

He walks over tentatively, keeping his footsteps quiet as he approaches, almost as it he's approaching a wounded animal. When the guitar is finally within reach, Alex reaches out and gently plucks a string, listening to the muted sound of it quietly ring out. He smiles, though it feels bittersweet.

Before his parents kicked him out, his sister had been trying to teach him how to play the acoustic guitar. Andrea hadn't been quite the musician that Luke is, but she'd tried her best. Alex remembers being 15 and sitting on the edge of her bed, her guitar in his arms as she told him where to place his fingers. He also remembers complaining endlessly about how much the strings hurt his hands.

His fingers begin to itch the longer he looks at the guitar and before he even realizes, he’s picking it up and sitting on the couch, balancing the guitar in his lap.

It feels instantly different from his sister’s guitar. It has a rougher feel from the unvarnished wood, and the curves in the body of it fit differently in his lap... but holding it feels like home.

It’s a different kind of home, though.

Alex’s drums are a warm-kind of home. They remind him of long rehearsals and laughing until he couldn’t breathe. They feel like long talks about dreams and hopes with his best friends at midnight, and crying about his parents while Luke, Reggie, and Bobby held him.

But the guitar... feels different. It reminds him of locking himself in his sisters room and playing Green Day way too loud while their parents stomped around downstairs, pretending to live perfect lives.

It feels like fear; the fear he’d felt when he’d told Andrea that he liked boys the way he was supposed to like girls.

He hugs Julie’s moms guitar just the slightest bit tighter when he remembers the way his sister had hugged him so tightly, when he remembers how she’d told him (for the first time in their entire lives) that she loved him.

Alex takes a deep breath as he positions his hand over the strings and presses down.

It stings in the same way that it had the first time Andie had tried to teach him how to play, but he finds that he doesn’t really mind so much anymore. He begins to pluck a gentle melody and winces when one of the strings buzzes under his grip.

“Pushin’ past the limits, trippin’ on hallucinogenics.”

His voice is quiet and the slightest bit gruff from rehearsing all day yesterday, but it feels good to hear it ringing out in the empty studio. He isn’t sure when his eyes slip shut, but all he can see behind his eyelids are flashes of his parents disappointed faces, of Andie’s teary eyes.

The rhythm of Alex’s strumming picks up and morphs into something more aggressive the longer he sings.

“Rippin’ with my sinners ‘cause fuck it, man, I ain’t no beginner.” Suddenly, Alex is 14 again, sitting in church and shuffling uncomfortably in his Sunday best as he’s helpless to listen to the minister as he tells them to cast out sinners; sinners that Alex is too afraid to admit he identifies with.

His parents had always taken the ministers word as if it had come from God himself, so they’d done just as he said.

When Alex had told them he was gay, they’d cast him out. They’d barely given it any thought at all.

”’Cause I just couldn’t open up, I’m always shiftin’.” Alex sighs before launching into the next line, a sour taste in his mouth. “Go find yourself a man who’s strong and tall and Christian.”

The gold chain around his neck burns, heavy with the phantom weight of the cross that used to hang from it. Alex swallows. His eyes feel suspiciously wet as he continues to strum through the end of the song.

He lets out a shaky breath and leans back against the couch, catching his breath and letting the guitar just lay across his body. It’s quiet mornings like these that make Alex hurt the most. Mornings that are cold and unfocused and quiet; mornings that give him too much space to think.

He hears the sound of someone proofing into the garage and shoes shuffling against the ground and he sighs. He wipes his eyes before he opens them, seeing Luke and Reggie standing in front of him.

Reggie is sheepishly fiddling with his fingers and Luke looks vastly uncomfortable; like he’s been caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to... but seeing them makes a comforting warmth explode in Alex’s chest.

“Hey,” Alex says softly, lifting the guitar off his lap and putting it on the coffee table, being careful not to scratch the wood. “How much of that did you hear?”

”Pretty much all of it,” Reggie says, flopping down next to Alex on the couch. Alex leans toward him almost automatically.

Luke joins them. Alex knows he isn’t great with vulnerability, but he can tell he’s trying, and that’s enough to make the tears threaten to spill all over again.

“You alright, man?” Luke asks quietly. “It looked like things were getting kind of intense.”

Alex sniffs, shrugs, and looks up at the chairs hanging from the ceiling. “I think so,” he says. “I just started thinking about my folks... and Andie.”

Reggie winces and bumps their knees together. Neither of them say anything, but Alex knows they’re listening.

Luke reaches for Alex’s hand and he welcomes the touch, squeezing Luke back just as tight.

“I just...” The words get caught in Alex’s throat, “were they sad when they found out?” He clenches his jaw. “A part of me wonders, y’know... maybe they were relieved.”

“Alex—”

”No, Luke, they kicked me out!” He says. “I might as well’ve died right on their porch the night my Dad told me to pack my shit and leave!”

He doesn’t mean to raise his voice, but it just happens. He gives Reggie an apologetic look. Alex knows how he gets when people yell.

“I’m sorry,” Alex whispers. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“It does if it’s hurting you,” Reggie says quietly. “Have you thought about tracking them down?”

Alex tugs at his chain as Reggie’s question twists and turns in his mind.

Surprisingly, he hasn’t. Not really. The minute he stepped out of that house, his parents had stopped feeling like family. Luke, Reggie, and Bobby had been his family for far longer than his parents had been.

“No,” Alex says after a moment. “They aren’t my family anymore. You guys are.”

Luke bumps their shoulders together and Alex smiles, grabbing Reggie’s hand with his free one.

“What about Andie?” Luke asks, stroking his thumb across the back of Alex’s hand. “You told us she was chill when you came out.”

Hearing Luke say her name stings in a way he hadn’t expected.

“She was.” Alex looks at the guitar sitting on the coffee table. “I do wonder sometimes, I guess but... what good would that do? It’s not like I could talk to her. And even if I could, it’s not... I couldn’t hurt her like that.”

Reggie furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Alex sighs. “If she did mourn me when I d-died...” for some reason saying the ‘d’ word feels harder than it’s ever felt, “I couldn’t put her through that again just to ask her whether or not mom and died cried at my funeral.”

All three of them fall silent as the morning sun finally starts to rise. Alex leans his head back and feels a smile grow on his face; because for the first time since all of this started, he feels... okay.

He hates not knowing so much about his own life (or... death, he supposes), but... death gave him so much.

“I know dying sucked.” Alex looks down at his, Luke’s, and Reggie’s clasped hands and smiles wider. “But I think this was... the best worst-case scenario.”

Luke grins, too. “Yeah?”

A sunbeam streams into the garage and catches against the glass of the window, causing a rainbow to appear on the very edge of Alex’s knee. It’s so perfectly absurd that he can’t help but giggle.

“Yeah,” Alex says breathlessly, letting go of Luke and Reggie’s hands so he can wrap his arms around their shoulders instead.

Because they’re all that really matters.

His family.

#alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #Julie molina #Julie and the phantoms #jatp #willex #writing tag

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soniaxdixon · 3 years

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Until Now pt. 2

Part two of my new series, thank you to @huffledor-able541 for the name! This chapter gets a lil angsty but I promise it’ll get better. I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading!!

Word Count: 2231

Warnings: Mention of readers past, nothing too bad just slack parents. Angst

After a few days of bedrest, both you and Daryl were ready to rejoin the group. You had only met a few of them so far, Rick, Lori and Carol had been the ones to bring you and Daryl food, they were kind hearted, genuine people and you knew you would get along with them. You had met Andrea within your first moments, you two didn’t get off to the best start. You woke up in the same position you had fallen asleep in, right at the edge of the bed with a pillow in between you and Daryl, separating your bodies. Daryl had put it there a couple of nights ago saying that he ‘liked to lean against something while he slept.’ You knew he put it there to make sure you kept your distance. He did put it there for that reason, only it was because he thought that’s what you wanted.

Hershel walked into the room a few minutes after you had woken up.

“Just checking in. How’s your ankle feeling?” The sweet tone of his voice was a welcome sound in the morning.

“A lot better, I can’t thank you enough for everything that you have provided me with. A bed, food, medicine. I really appreciate it.” You smiled graciously at the man as he grasped your hand and squeezed it quickly before letting it drop back into your lap. He walked over to Daryl’s side of the bed as he began to stir.

“You awake there, son?” You smiled at how kindly Hershel treated Daryl, no matter how abrasive he could possibly be. Daryl sat up and mumbled a noise of affirmation. “I need to check your stitches. Make sure they won’t bleed over the next few days.”

Daryl sat up and allowed the man to check over his side and his head. You noticed every little flinch that occurred when Hershel would touch Daryl’s skin.

“I think you’re both right to go back to your people now.”

You nodded and smiled at Hershel before he left the room.

“You gotta introduce me to everyone now, Dixon. Gotta tell me about them all.” You chuckled slightly but could feel slight tension between the two of you.

“There ain't much to say about em. Just uh, just keep an eye on Shane.” His tone was serious but it didn’t stop you from joking around.

“Can’t keep an eye on Shane if I don’t know who Shane is.” You said winking at Daryl.

Both of you made your way over to the camp, you noticed that Daryl’s steps were slow as he was still recovering. Your ankle was stable but it throbbed with pain occasionally. Hershel had given you a tube of pain killers to help if it got too unbearable. Rick walked over to the two of you. “Great to see you guys up and about!”

Daryl nodded at the man before asking, “How’s the search going?” “Search?” You questioned, you were curious and listened intently.

“About a week ago we lost a little girl named Sophia, she’s Carol’s daughter. You found Daryl while he was out looking for her one day.” Rick answered.

“Oh my God, that’s terrible. If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.” You couldn’t bare the thought of the little girl being all alone.

“We’re planning on heading out today, how’s your ankle feeling?” Rick gave you a quick once over and noticed that you were standing a lot better than when he first met you.

“Not too bad, I’m happy to go out scouting.” It was what you were best at.

Rick nodded before gesturing over his shoulder to the man behind him. “Great, Shane is gonna-”

“Nah, nuh-uh, not him y/n” Daryl interrupted Rick mid sentence as Shane began walking over to the three of you.

“Daryl, it’s fine.” You turned to face the man that you had never met, outstretching your hand to shake his. “I’m y/n.”

He took your hand and smiled. “Shane.”

Before you knew it, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Shane’s car and driving away from a now very angry Daryl. You looked back at him one more time and could practically feel the daggers that he was sending your way with his stare. You looked over at Shane who seemed very serious, his eyes remained trained on the road, only flicking to the map occasionally. You reached into your bag and pulled out your water. You were in the middle of taking a long sip when Shane spoke.

“You been dating Daryl for long?”

You breathed in the water which sent you into a fit of coughs.

“Woah, woah, you okay?” He reached over to pat your back.

You took a few deep breaths. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just…Daryl and I aren’t um, together. We’re not dating.”

“Oh, I just thought. He seems very close to you.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you turned to face the road so Shane wouldn’t see. “We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. Grew up together. When I left for college I didn’t really keep in contact with him even though I promised to.” You turned to look at Shane now. “I should have called him like I said I was going to, I just got caught up in the college lifestyle. I’m a bad person.”

“Not calling someone makes you a bad person? Nah, you were just becoming your own person. You found him anyway though, right.”

You smiled at the man. What did Daryl have against him?

“So uh, this kid. You think we’ll find her here?” You pointed to the map.

“Nah, she’s been missing for over a week and in this day and age, that only means one thing.”

“You never know. I went missing as a kid. Daryl had taught me how to track you see and one day I saw this stray dog, wanted to take it home so I followed it only I didn’t realise how long I’d been following it until the sun was setting and everything around me looked the same. Trees for miles beyond my sight. I was like 10 years old or something, I didn’t think rationally, I just sat in the middle of this forest and cried my eyes out.”

“Someone obviously found you.” Shane’s eyes remained fixed on the road.

“Daryl did. Said he could tell it was me the second he saw the foot prints, followed them all the way to me and brought me home to my parents.” You looked down at your shoes, finding something to focus on while you told the story to Shane.

“His parents just let him go out into the woods like that?”

“He uh, he lost his mom earlier that year. He’s a couple of years older than me so he was about 12 at the time. His dad wouldn’t have even noticed he was missing. Only person who would’ve cared slightly was Merle and he was in juvie again. He yelled at me when he found me. Told me I coulda died or something, he treated me like I was his responsibility. At least I had him taking care of me, my parents didn’t give a shit.”

“I’m sorry you had to experience that.”

You stared at Shane for a second. He really didn’t seem that bad.

“What are you staring at? It’s my hair cut, ain’t it.”

You tried to stifle the laugh that came out of you. “No, no, your haircut is, well, its a hair cut. Actually now that I’m focussing on it, I think you missed a spot.”

Shane rubbed the back of his head and smiled at you.

“I can fix it for you, when we get back if you’d like. Make sure it’s all even.”

“Thanks, much appreciated. Especially if it’ll stop you from staring at my head.”

The day went on, there was no sign of Sophia, not to Shane’s surprise. You both headed back home, swapping stories and laughing. When you got back to the farm you noticed that everyone was sitting around except for Daryl. Your eyes searched and noticed that his tent was the one slightly further away from the others. You and Shane walked over to the group, Shane broke the news that there was still nothing to be found while you walked over to Daryl’s tent.

“Daryl, you in there?” You waited a second, no response. You unzipped the tent slightly to find Daryl lying on his bed, twirling a bolt in his hands.

“Whad’ya want?”

“To come and see you, tell you about my day. Just like the good old days, right?”

He muttered a quiet noise before shuffling over on his bed slightly. You took it as an invitation to approach him.

You sat on his bed next to him has he started poking holes in the netting of his tent with the bolt in his hands.

“We went and checked a few houses in the town near by, see if there was any sign of the little girl. Couldn’t find anything. Shane thinks she’s dead.” Daryl’s motions suddenly stopped as his focus was now on you. “I don’t think she is, told him about the time you found me in the woods after I was ‘tracking’ that dog.”

Daryl’s body shook slightly as he laughed, remembering how he had to lead you home.

“Ya sat there crying your eyes out and then instead of following me home, ya tried to lead me further in to find that dumb dog.”

“Daryl I always wanted a dog, you know that.” You both laughed.

“Tell ya what, if I find a dog when I go out one day, I’ll bring it home for ya.” You locked eyes with him now and smiled sending shivers down his spine. Your smile did something to him, ignited something within him that drove him insane, it always had. You were soon interrupted by Andrea.

“Hey Daryl I-” Her eyes flicked to you and then back to Daryl. “I didn’t know you had company.”

You stayed sitting on the edge of Daryl’s bed, staring at the woman who was standing at the entrance to his tent.

“I brought you this book, I don’t know if it’s any good.” She handed the book to Daryl as your eyes remained trained on her. She looked at you now and spoke harshly “Daryl, why don’t you tell your guard dog to stand down.” Daryl saw your expression drop and tried to move but you stood up first, Andrea took a step back.

You looked her up and down before looking her dead in the eyes “If I knew how much of a bitch you actually were, I would have hit you harder.” You stepped closer to her. “Please give me another reason to hit you.” She wouldn’t show it but you intimidated her immensely. She rolled her eyes and left the tent.

“Ya look ridiculous when ya act tough.” And by ridiculous he meant ridiculously attractive.

“Act tough? You know I could beat her ass, same way I could beat yours.”

“Yeah maybe while I’m like this but not on a good day.” Your eyes wandered over him quickly, injuries swarmed his body.

“Alright next time you have a ‘good day’ I’ll prove to you that I can beat your ass.” You sat back down on the bed next to him, your hand accidentally brushed his which sent a jolt of electricity through your spine. His cheeks flushed red but his hand didn’t move and neither did yours. You decided to test the waters a little further by actually grabbing his hand in yours. “I thought I was gonna lose you when you got shot.”

“But ya didn’t. I’m right here.” He sent another shiver down your spine as he adjusted himself in the bed, sitting up, ever so slightly closer to you. His hand remained in yours. You noticed his eyes were fixed on your lips which made your head cloud with all types of emotions.

“Y/n, you in there?” Shane’s voice broke your silence and you stood up quickly from the bed detaching yourself from Daryl both physically and mentally. You turned and exited the tent to see what Shane wanted. Daryl was livid, he could hear you talking and giggling just outside his tent. He bit his thumb until he drew blood.

You walked back into the tent with a smile on your face but that smile was not matched by Daryl. “Why don’t ya just say it?” His tone had changed dramatically in the few minutes that you were outside.

“Say what?”

“Ya with him now?”

“With who?” You looked at him but his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Shane.” You could hear the hatred in his voice.

“You think I’m with Shane?”

“I know ya are and I don’t fucking care. Ya deserve each other.” His southern drawl became so prominent when he was angry, apart from his tone it’s how you could tell he was upset. That and the way he would avert his eyes and gnaw at his bottom lip.

“Are you serious, Daryl? I don’t know what to say.”

“There ain’t anything left to say, so don’t. Don’t bother saying anything ever again. Just leave me be.”

You had no idea where this was coming from but you weren’t dealing with it, you left his tent quickly before tears welled in your eyes. Where were you going to stay? You couldn’t ask Hershel to stay in the house again and Daryl was the only person you really knew in this group. You had nowhere to-

“Hey, y/n, you alright?” You turned to face Shane, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Peachy.”

“You wanna stay with me tonight?”

It’s like he could read your thoughts. “That would be great, thank you.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x you #you x daryl dixon #you x daryl #daryl x you #daryl dixon x reader series #daryl x reader #reader x daryl #twd #twd fic #twd series #twd fic series #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fic #the walking dead imagine

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mmidsay · 3 years

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EnderMemiorSMP (Maze Runner AU)

A/N - I’m so sorry if I missed anyone I don't keep up to date with ender smp! (I only really watch remi’s pov i tried to ask questions and make it as accurate as possible!)

God my head, it smells of steel. I struggle to open my eyes as I feel the texture of the metal I’m laying on. It reeks, My body slowly let’s every sense come back. The last to return was my hearing, the banging of the chains almost impossible to miss yet moments ago It all sounded like nothing existed.

I sat in the box for what felt like hours, I don’t remember anything about myself, that’s fucking terrifying. All I know is that my hair is shaggy and out of place then I’m used to I could tell by the uncomfortable and foreign feeling it brought, I’m a decent height and my voice is too quiet to hear with the chains rattling.

Wait

What’s my name..

Where am I..

What is this..

I try to recall the people in my life and it all seems to have faded. I can smell the room but I can’t see the people, or why they’re there. The bright red and black hair gives a sense of friendship, the brunette seems as if they are proud of me? But what do I do? The memory fades more as I try to think about it. I felt like I was in hell, each memory I tried to recall slipped from me.

My memories are falling apart. I remember the brunette hair, and the- the uhm.. what is it.. as I think harder it slips even harder. The box halts hard and fast, sending me fast first into the ground.. for a moment I think the cage will finally open, but it doesn’t not for a while.

The top of the cage opens and the bright rays of sun hit my eyes.. My name is yuckles.. fucking yuckles? Really thanks mom for that one. Ugh I push myself up and someone jumps into the box.

Someone with a split dye of blonde and Brown hair appears in front of me.. “Day one greenie.”

I push myself trying to adjust to the sun's heat, the people around me are trying to help pull me up and out of the box, I look around for a minute and feel lost. This is not my home, I shifted to look at the looming stone walls before- Someone grabbed my shoulder, “hello greenie!”

I nod towards them, “I feel it’s best if you come meet Alexa and Reggie before we do anything!”

Who is this, who are the names. I’m so confused. “What’s your name?”

They turn to smile at me, “Names Bloo! I’m the keeper of the builders!”

They look at me as if they're asking a question, “you want my name?”

They nod excitedly.

“Yuckles… at least I think?” It felt foreign coming off my tongue.

“Yuckles? Well alright shank! Let’s get you too Alexa so you can deal with that whole mess! Mess hall won’t fix itself!” Bloo smiles pushing me towards a shed

“Alexa! Reg! New greenie coming in!”

Two voices shout back in unison, “Let em in!” Bloo opens the door letting me in before it hits me in the back as they run away yelling “good luck!” As they go.

Alexa and Reggie told me they were the leaders and what I needed to know and what I didn’t need to question, I guess they could tell from my eyes I was curious.

“We’ll leave you with last months greenie Andrea”

I looked at them with confusion, they act as if I’m supposed to know who that is..

They seemed to get the memo, “go to the gardening area. You’ll see someone with bright pink hair, their name is remi.. they’ll be able to help you to remi.”

I nodded, asking one last question before I got to the door, “where are the gardens?” Alexa I believe follows me out and starts me off in the direction of the gardens.

“I must be going now,” I nod as she talks, “See remi over there?” I look at the pinkette with a purple ribbon holding back their hair.

“Remi!” Alexa shouts from beside me

Remi looks up from the crops and raises her body to stand, you can see a younger person who was copying her movements, “Alexa! Hey!”

She shifts her eyes to me and then whispers to the person next to her then runs over to where we are.

“Hiya greenie! I’m remi” she mimics as if she was tipping a hat.

“Rem, this greenie is stuck with you until the doors shut.” Alexa pushes me forward towards remi before the turn around

“You got it boss!” Alexa starts walking in the opposite direction, remi wraps her arm around my shoulder

“I guess I basically have two greenies under my ranks!” Remi smiles as we walk back to the gardens

“Remi who’s this?” The person who was crouched down now standing with curious eyes.

“This is our new greenie but don’t you worry Andrea! You’ll still be called greenie.” Andrea sighs in defeat before smiles

“I’m Andrea! I now have the privilege of calling someone greenie, so when you do remember your name I’m going to call you greenie anyway” Remi snickers lightly next to me.

“Just out of curiosity greenie what is your name?” Remi smiles as we walk toward the crops

“Yuckles I think? It doesn’t sound like a real name but it’s all I can remember.”

Remi smiles “whatever works, works. Is it cool if I call you, Yuck? Yuckles is too long.”

I nod before Andrea shouts out in laughter, “YOUR NAME IS YUCKLES OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FUNNY.”

They continue laughing until they see Remi’s glare. Remi is a bit smaller than Andrea and Significantly smaller than me, yet I would not fuck with her.

“I’ll be leaving the gardens a bit early today, so you will be with Andrea from dinner to sun down. They'll run through everything.” She smiles sweetly at me. Andrea nods their head.

Remi starts teaching me the basics of a gardener, constantly apologizing for the fact that I have to start as a gardener. They know everyone hates the job.

Eventually after enough remi gets up, “alright Kofi and Sky are back. I got to go, Andrea, be nice.”

Andrea smiles and shouts as Remi leaves, “No promises!”

I keep an eye on Remi as they walk over to a Tall strong and built black man wearing baggy clothes with a satchel across his shoulders and a shorter raven haired with a red hat with a notebook and a pale complexion smiling at Remi as she walks up to them both giving her a hug.

They walk to a wooden structure before someone yells out. “DINNER FOR WORKING GLADERS! LETS GO!” The voice seems as far away as you can be in this area

“Okay come on greenie let’s go get dinner.”

We both walk to the mess hall, they guide me through the line. They smile at the people saying hello. They led me to sit down the the person who pulled me out of the box, another guy similar to the guy remi had run up to but significantly less built, and someone else with a brown curly hair and a black mask covering their face.

“Guys this is the new greenie!” They yelled as they sat down at the table pulling me along.

“Hello again Greenie!” The person with the split dye says to me as I place my plate down, after explaining and giving names of everyone at the table They then turn to Andrea, “Will Kofi,Sky and Remi be here soon?” Bright shrugs, “It’s always a toss up with them, I heard they’re mapping everything while Sky interrogates Remi about how they’re feeling.

The mess hall door opens with laughter, The boy named Matt speaks “Speak of the devil. Hey Guys!” Remi and Kofi come in and sit down, Sky walks to the food line grabbing three plates, I assume for themself and the other two. “Sky and Drell are probably gonna be a minute they haven't seen each other all day.” I pipe up, “Who’s drell”

“Sky’s sibling.”

#fanfic #endermemoir #writing

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babygirlkiki1016 · 4 years

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Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God."

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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wordcount : 1.3k+

cw : referenced past torture, self-harm

tropes : nightmares, emotional whump, first aid (sutures), hand injury, sibling caretaker, hero whumper

After being silenced whumpee tries so hard to keep their life together, but caretaker knows somethings wrong. They eventually overheard the secret that whumper had been torturing whumpee. Made for @whumpmasinjuly for prompt 21

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Part 2

No matter how gentle Annie pushed the door, it squeaked like a dying rat to announce her presence. She muttered a curse, it's midnight and her brother's asleep. Gotta mind the neighbors too. They've known Mrs. Payton since their childhoods, but she spend too much time watching late night tv. She would notice Annie only work at unholy hours of the night. She's not close enough for Annie to use her powers.

Annie expected the living room to be empty. She almost throw her body to the couch before she noticed the lights are on. And the sofa was occupied.

It was Kyle. Only him. Sprawled on the seat, one hand outstretched to the coffee table. It was bandaged, red seeping at the edges.

Annie shook his shoulders in alarm. Her brother stirred, his bandaged arm making him wince in surprise as he try to rub his eyes.

"What's wrong with your hands?"

"Work accident." Kyle mumbled.

It wasn't a neat wrapping. Annie knew from experience. The stitching was done with shaky hands, a lot like the ones she used to make after a heist gone wrong and going to the hospital meant going behind bars.

Still she gave him a grin, "You got your hand stuck in the vending machine?"

"Fuck off," There was supposed to be a slight chuckle from Kyle, and he'd tell the real story like a stupid accident when he's experimenting in the kitchen or his dumb boss cutting corners and making everyone miserable, but the look on his face was dark.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kyle's expression was almost apologetic now, "I had a long day, that's it." He got up from the couch and made a beeline to his bedroom, leaving Annie to her own devices.

After coming home, she doesn't go to straight to bed. Her blood was still pumping with adrenaline. Sometimes when she had to cross paths with a hero, the first few hours home would be dedicated to tending her injuries and getting used to pain. Dealing with it have to be done in silence. She might have been able to make people forget or stop noticing inconsistencies, but it wasn't foolproof if she didn't do her part of pretending.

Annie would have loved the night's incident as an isolated event, but what happened the next morning proved otherwise.

She head to the kitchen at five in the morning, acting slightly groggy as if she slept last night. Kyle was already there. He stood on the sink, gritting his teeth. He's washing the dishes. His bandaged hand holds a sponge. Drops of blood tainting last night's dinner. He's trembling.

"Kyle."

Her older brother doesn't answer. He's transfixed to bits of rice sticking to the bowl. Annie had to practically tear him off from the sink. She hold the urge to slap him while rushing to her bedroom. First aid kits. Supplies that would tip him off of her career. It doesn't matter at the moment.

"Come on, let me help you."

"I can do it myself." Kyle spat. He pulled his hands away.

Annie caught his hands anyway. "Yeah, like soaking your hands in shit would make it better."

Kyle glared daggers at her but he doesn't left like last night. The lines of his face deepened in anger as she examined the wound. The soaked bandages cling at his skin. His fingers had swollen so much in a single night. She could see the stitches now. Red and uneven. Thank goodness Annie didn't see any pus in the wound.

Cold alcohol meets Kyle's skin and he doesn't even flinch. He kept his cool as Annie sutured the cut on his fingers. She traced a faint line above the injury. All straight lines. Right in the middle. With consistent depth. This was no accident.

"Who did this you?"

"I didn't know you could stitch wounds like a doctor, Annie."

"Answer my question first," Annie was surprised how harsh she sounded. Her hands stopped, and she tried again, gentler this time, "Crap, sorry for yelling at you. I'm spooked is all. You came home with flayed fingers last night. And then you do this. What were you thinking?"

"I had an accident at work." His voice sounded so tired she's sure he doesn't get to sleep either. "Are you done patching me up? I have to work."

"With a messed up hand like this? You're kidding. I will literally lock you in the house."

Kyle didn't find her attempts at humor funny. He merely winced as the needle goes through his skin. All Annie had to do after was covering the sutures, and it was a silent affair with tensions thick in the air.

"You're not going to work today right?"

"My boss will be mad."

Something had happened. Kyle isn't speaking. Have to take a different approach.

"You're lying. Someone hurt you. I could tell from the cuts." Annie took a moment, intently studying her brother's face. Somewhere betweeen running away and lashing out. "You don't have to say who it is. We got our secrets, and I shouldn't pry for yours when you let me do my own thing. Just please don't go to work like this. That's all I'm asking from you."

There she does it. A vague confession that her job wasn't what she'd told him. Hints that she know that he knows, and it's okay. All she wanted was to hear a name from him. Who did it.

"I'll stay," Kyle said.

Her heart sanked, but she sighed in relief regardless.

Kyle had changed. That one is certain. For once in her life, Annie was grateful her brother is terrible at keeping secrets. It might have given them an unnecessary amount of lectures from their late parents, but it was a blessing in situations like this. A few years ago after their parents died, Kyle had taken a better paying job for them. His burnout then have been transparent. Annie hoped it would be the last one. That damned self-sacrificing buffoon, she mused.

Her brother is soundly asleep in the couch. He'd been tossing and turning before finally settling down. Annie sat on the floor, absentmindedly playing her old video games on mute. She derived no enjoyment from it. Her mind is elsewhere. Who were the people she had to suspect first? It was outrageous. Villains do abduct, some even beat their spouse, but it took certain lack of foresight to torture a rival's family.

Annie put down her console. Her brainstorming have been futile. No other way around it than asking around in the streets. She turned her attention to Kyle. His legs were twitching. His brows furrowed, and the slight turn his head did suggested a nightmare was upon him. Annie lightly tapped his arm, and he whimpered in fear.

"Stop, I don't know." Kyle mumbled in his sleep. He kept repeating. Please. I don't know. You got the wrong guy.

Something stabbed and twisted in Annie's heart. She whispered to him, "Who did this to you?"

"Sympath, please stop."

Annie stroked his forehead, just like what their mom used to do. Kyle had been her parents for a time, and maybe this time it's a chance to return the favor. She squeezed her knuckles, quelling down the anger radiating out of her. She shushed her brother, speaking of soft things until his breathing slowed. She waited until Kyle stopped squirming before heading upstairs to his room.

She wasn't surprised, but disappointed nonetheless. The Andrea poster her brother collected have been ripped off. Some of the edges stuck on the walls. His trash bin was full of portrait paper.

Of course. The names she'd been looking for. Hell, she should have known. The duo was brutal. They don't hesitate maiming unpowered mooks. Annie's girlfriend have been hospitalized because of them. It was almost natural to see their escalation. Annie turned her attention to Kyle. Poltergeist have been a robber long enough. It's time she took murderer as a title. Sympath and Andrea won't even notice.

#wij21day21 #whump drabble #nightmares #emotional whump #hand injury #sutures #sibling caretaker #hero whumper #past torture #self harm cw

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silver-wield · 4 years

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What's your thoughts on when the plate falls and Cloud went to go help Tifa?

My thoughts or my analysis? Cause you’re getting the latter anyway lol I love doing action analysis, there’s so much happening and getting the chance to slow it down is great for getting a fuller picture.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be long.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response)

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read)

Cloti action touching

Aerti friendship analysis

Cloti body language chapter 3

Cloti healthy disagreement

Cloti post heliboss battle (chapter 15)

Clerith playground scene

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time!

This is a 6m scene I'm going over, so I'm gonna skip anything not directly relevant or I'll be here all night lol

So despite our brave heroes best efforts the plate is coming down. We get a power slide from Rude, a call from Tseng (who times it so perfectly was he watching?) and some cloti.

First thing we see if Tifa looking distraught. She has no idea how to stop the plate from coming apart and from the way she's looking at this consol wouldn't know what to do even if she could work the computer. They were so close to winning and now defeat is about to stomp all over them and kill everyone she loves. Tifa is someone whose driven by the desire for those she loves to be safe no matter what. This is a crushing moment for her.

Murderous Cloud is murderous (and kinda hot). I mean, we know he's got very little reservations about killing people in cold blood because he's SOLDIER!Cloud when it comes to a fight, but I do like the deadly intent we see on his face at different points in the game. He looked at Johnny a bit like this back in chapter 3 and now he's looking at Reno the same way. He means business.

And then he doesn't because Tifa's in trouble and we all know Real!Cloud prioritises Tifa's safety above everything else. That's not me saying he's no longer SOLDIER!Cloud, but the difference between the last screen and this is that he was fully in that badass merc mode about to kill Reno because it's what badass mercs do, whereas this is Real!Cloud urging him to refocus all that skill he's got into protective ability and go save the woman he loves.

I get some people might not see the distinction between the two personas, but it's actually really easy when you break it down. If it's about Tifa then Real!Cloud is gonna push for dominant action to keep her safe. If it's any other situation then he's just gonna let SOLDIER!Cloud do what he needs to. Sometimes it's a more conscious battle between the two and sometimes they co-operate. That's how a fractured psyche works within the context of Cloud's character. Don't believe me? You see both of them on screen at the start of chapter 8 in the church. Real!Cloud is the one saying “You okay, buddy?”

How many times can you count that we get an 1st person pov with Cloud in the whole game? Like literally looking through his eyes? Because this is 1st person pov. We are Cloud at this moment in time and he's rushing Rude, but still takes a glance at Tifa. I don't think this happens at any other point. This game is a 3rd person game. We're over everyone's shoulder. We don't get in their head to see through their eyes. This is deliberate framing. We obviously can't see his face or his reaction, but the fact we're seeing this moment as Cloud and he's chosen to look at Tifa is a big thing.

So Rude's pushed the button and Barret's yelling. Cloud actually looks more halfhearted in this swing than I expected. It's like Barret's fury just isn't enough to get his blood boiling lol

He's about to go after him anyway, when Tifa's voice stops him dead. I can't think of a moment in the game where someone else calling for him to stop actually makes him stop.

AH! Honestly this is such a move! Romantic hero hello! I know it's a classic move from Cloud – which is kindly weirdly implemented since we first saw it after OG, but it's been retconned as one of his signature moves with Tifa and only Tifa.

Also! EYE CONTACT! I'm gonna scream about Cloti eye contact until my own eyes cross lol they do eye contact so damn well! The only other person who got Cloud to look him in the eye was Andrea Rhodea lol Everyone else it's either confrontational eye contact or total avoidance. Cloud and Tifa have good eye contact. This highlights how much they trust each other. Even though Real!Cloud is afraid of letting Tifa know how weak he really is, he's ok with her looking him in the eye. He wants her to see the real him.

Now, I know some people go on about Tifa's chapter 3 comment of “Cloud, you're scaring me/your eyes didn't used to look so” as a negative thing. I've already explained why this is fucking bullshit, and I'd like to add that if Tifa wasn't comfortable with him in combat situations or otherwise she wouldn't make eye contact with him. Eye contact is fucking terrifying! You're able to see so much. These two aren't afraid to look in each other's eyes, even with their “I don't think he/she likes me” misunderstandings.

And just to cap it. They both smile to reassure each other they're ok.

Ok, so Reno and Rude are making their exit. Barret tries the FF7 boomer version of turning a computer off and on again by shooting it. Then Tseng proves he's either psychic, a stalker or just dramatic af by appearing on screen at just the right point to answer Tifa's question.

And look at her face! Whoever said she's a heartless bitch can stfu forever! This is the face of a woman who is broken by what's about to happen! She's lived in that slum for five years. She probably knows every local by name, and takes time to actually get to know them too. She cares. So much. She doesn't want anyone hurt. She's pleading for their lives. Pleading with her enemy. Who literally smirked when he said “there's nothing you can do now”. Tseng has no conscience.

Just adding this to be a butt. This is Cloud's reaction to Aerith when he sees her....what reaction? Yeah...

Then he asks where she is in his SOLDIER!Cloud way.

So Aerith gets dragged away and explosions start happening. A siren goes off. Barret and Cloud turn away from the computer. Tifa turns and says, “No no no no no” and Cloud immediately turns back. His eyes widen and he looks a bit lost for a moment. There's nothing he can do for her and he's not got the first clue anyhow, and there's no time. It's hitting him just how much she cares. I mean, he knew, but he didn't know, you know?

Notice the awkward hand there? Yeah, that's an “I don't know how to comfort you, what do I do?” hand gesture. Cloud's literally never seen Tifa like this. She's always trying her best to remain optimistic. She fights hard to protect what she loves. She doesn't fall to her knees defeated.

I'm actually loving all the extra insight all these analyses are giving me into just how reserved, how introverted, how determined Tifa is. She's had a hard fucking life. Born in a dust bowl, lost all her friends to the big city, saw her father murdered, almost died, her town got burnt to the ground but she still somehow managed to pick herself up and build a new life. She did that on her own. Nobody got her to Midgar. When she arrived she was lucky Marle took care of her. She could've been left alone with no support system. She got in with Avalanche and built a new family – even though they don't always see eye to eye on method, she also believes in their goal to stop Shinra and save the planet. She's principled and brave, focused af. But she's not unbeatable. Stuff gets her down. She tries her best to be cheerful, but doesn't always succeed. She keeps her problems to herself. But this? This is too big. This has broken her. She can't stay up and Cloud doesn't know how to help. Not emotionally, anyway.

OMG HE OFFERED HIS HAND!! I didn't see that before!! (Check the spot where his name is, his hand is between Tifa’s hair and arm, palm open.) I knew he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up when she didn't move, but he's actually holding his hand out for her before that!! She's too in her head to do anything, though, and I don't think Cloud really understands that. Any devastating feelings he had about personal tragedy he's locked away because they literally broke him. It must be distressing on some level for him to see his own emotions mirrored in Tifa. I said before the urge to comfort her starts at the beginning of chapter 13, but maybe the first spark of that is this moment here, when he can't do a thing for her, except pull her along behind him and hope he can keep her alive.

There's some really nice still shots in this game and this is one of them. I don't really have anything to say about it. I mean, we knew Cloud had both hands on Tifa's shoulders so he could direct her where to go and she's not really with it until the moment the debris falls in front of her and shocks her out of her stupor. Cloud's focused on the job at hand, no time to worry about anything but the next obstacle. By keeping both hands on Tifa's shoulders he's ensured he doesn't have to keep checking on her to make sure she's with him. He's basically piloting her because she's not capable of decision making for the moment.

Someone tell me, do action backhugs count? That's non-optional embracing right there. How many of you have seen this exact moment? Because I have literally been replaying the same 4s clip to get the screen for this bit and this is the first time in about 10 replays that I stopped it here. This is the between 1 second frames when the debris falls.

I mean, this is what a bodyguard actually looks like. Cloud's focus is all on keeping Tifa safe. He pulls her close to him, offers strength while she's feeling weak. He is literally using himself as a shield for her. They're such a balanced couple. When one is weak the other is strong for them, and whatever flaws they have they accept. They really are just a great couple!

Probably the worst screen I've ever grabbed lol

I was trying to figure out the moment he took her hand but I can't quite stop on it and it's just a touch too much out of frame. Instead, I got this. EYE CONTACT. I don't need to explain it again, right? We get the whole Cloud/Tifa eye contact deal by now.

Although, at the same time, that's a fucking scary shot of Cloud lol reminds me of that meme with Rinoa and Squall where she says he's the best looking guy there and it's all pixellated lol

Ah! I remembered why I was trying to get their hands, to see if Tifa grabbed his first or he took hers. But I could see through the playback that he took her hand. He initiated contact.

Yknow, I know people often compare the whole one half is always the summoner or mage and the other half is the warrior, but this screen right here looks a lot like another FF couple.

Tidus and Yuna.

I mean...do I have to say more?

Cloud looks behind to check Tifa's ok – I mean she's not but you get the point. Still getting Tidus and Yuna vibes from this moment tbf. This is the exact same type of sequence they had of them in FFX-2 when Yuna's dreaming Lenne's past and she and Tidus replace Lenne and Shuyin. They're running down a corridor and Tidus looks back at her. I mean, seeing how this type of comparison is usually only reserved for the whole mage/warrior pairing, it's strange that their body language here mirrors Square’s first fully voice acted installment. At the time the graphics were cutting edge and the cut scenes are still lauded as some of the most beautiful storytelling. Strange that Tifa and Cloud could have this comparison to Tidus and Yuna, especially with the whole Suteki da ne always being used to prop up a certain ship.

Anyway, Cloud’s checking on Tifa cause he’s totally not in love with her and wants to make sure she’s safe. You get the idea lol

I'd like to point out that Cloud doesn't – despite popular opinion – have hold of Tifa's jubblies. His arm is under them, wrapped around her ribs, which is actually a very secure hold for him since he's trying to hang onto Barret and keep hold of Tifa too. You'll notice she's not exactly paying attention to her own safety – which makes sense since Cloud literally had to haul her up when she wouldn't move. She's not in a good headspace during the end of this scene, so he's being very protective towards her.

Conclusion

Another great piece of action! I mean, does it really matter if these two are in the trenches or just hanging out? They have a synchronicity that's impossible to deny. They balance each other in pretty much every single way there is for a couple of be two halves of a whole. The FF10 comparison is a new one on me, especially since I don't look at two titles and try to see what about each one is like the other. They're both different and unique with their own charm. But, the second I caught that screen of Cloud pulling Tifa along I was immediately hit by the thought of “That's what Tidus and Yuna do”, so I couldn't not mention it.

We get a clear look at how devastated Tifa is immediately after the realisation hits that sector 7 is about to get crushed. She's just gone. Checked out. If Cloud hadn't stepped up to save her she'd have died. She wouldn't have got herself over to Barret in time and he would've died going to get her and get them back to the zip line. This is why it's so important that Cloud picks up the slack. He was strong when she needed him to be. She's strong for him later when he becomes weak. They really are two halves of one whole.

I love that Tifa gets her own character development. She’s not just “the love interest”. Barret is basically a supporting character here, but we know he’ll get his turn in Corel and he does get his own moments to shine in Midgar, but this is cloti, so sorry dude, next time.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #cloti #more action touching #more eye contact #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #I knew I missed a tag

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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Three times he said it as a friend and once as something more

Hello, hello. I’m still working on the Nick Robertson request but wow I don’t want you to hate me for it because it is actual trash right now and I’m sorry. But I’m also working on B&W part 3, so there’s that!

This was requested from that fluffs prompt list, which I think I’m done with now because honestly, it’s so far deep at this point, and I’m so lazy.

I hope you like it!

46. Why should we date?

47. Because we’re attracted to each other

48. I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.

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one

“Next time I see you, I really do expect you to be a professional athlete,” you tell Charlie, the two of you laying on a blanket in his backyard, enjoying the last few hours of sunlight on his last night in town. The next morning, he would be leaving to go to BU to play hockey. It wasn’t even that far, but him not living at home, and you going to school in Vermont meant him no longer driving you to school each morning, you no longer going over with dinner your mom made when she knew he and his parents were running around because of his games, no more walking next door whenever you needed to talk to instead of calling him. The memories would last forever, but those moments were now just part of the past.

“Are you not gonna come see me play at BU at all? What about when we play UVM?” he says, turning his head to look you.

Turning to him, you roll your eyes, “Ok, fine. Then I expect you to be a professional athlete in the next three years.”

“Whatever,” he says, laughing.

You sit there in silence, taking in what is probably one of the last moments for a while that you two will be able to spend a lot of time together.

“Remember how we became friends?” he asks, sitting up.

You follow suit, laughing at the memory that he just triggered. You were neighbors since your family moved to Weymouth, but you weren’t automatically friends because of it. “Well, duh. We sat across from each other in Family Consumer Science. We, of course, always finished the work early because we’re great, and we played pencil hockey for like thirty minutes before Mrs. Grace yelled at us for distracting the other two at our table.”

“The fact that you ever finished your work fast in that class is still amazing. You get distracted by everything and can’t focus on anything.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug it off. You sit there thinking of all the other good memories you had with him; sitting across from each other in US history and joking about all the mistakes you made while texting, the nights when you would walk around Boston Common once your parents trusted you out on your own, the last minute Bruins tickets he would get and force you to go along with him to the games.

“Did you ever think about what our lives would have been like if we dated?”

“What?” you ask, shocked. There was no way the two of you would ever date. He was destined to be a professional hockey player, traveling the US and Canada with whatever NHL team wanted him. You could never date someone that wasn’t going to be there when you needed them. And you couldn’t ask him to give up your dream for you. Yes, you were overthinking this, but best case scenario is that you had dated throughout high school and ended things tonight.

“Most people thought we were dating, anyway. What if we actually had?”

“Then we probably would have broken up tonight because long distance relationships from high school never work. Look at Andrea and Eric from last year, she went to Holy Cross and he only went to UConn and they could never make it work so they broke up. Or Josh and Maggie two years ago; he went to Ohio and ended up transferring to UMass so he could be with her and he loved Ohio State.”

“Too bad we never even gave it a chance.”

You look at him, shocked. “Did you want to?”

His only response was shrugging, a smile on his face as he lays back down on the blanket. You stay sitting up, thinking about what he just said. Did he want to date you all this time and never said anything until now? And why the hell would he do something like that anyway? You weren’t going to see him until at least Thanksgiving, which means that now you have to hyper fixate on this one memory until you see him again.

“Hey,” he says, snapping you out of it.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

two

Your phone lights up, causing you to tear your eyes away from the essay you had been writing that’s due in a few hours. Due to your great talent for procrastinating, you were, of course, finishing the paper at the last minute. The picture of you two in the Coyle’s front yard on your first day of school in six grade shows up on your screen, meaning Charlie was calling you. It had been forever since the two of you last talked; with you being in school and him trying to make it as a hockey player in Minnesota, your schedules never gave you a free moment to talk for more than a passing moment.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, not hiding the smile on your face even though you were out in public. You hated showing any sort of emotion that would provoke someone to come up to you and start talking to you, but seeing Charlie’s name come up on your phone with something other than a text automatically made you smile.

“Stranger? You know who I am.” You could tell by his voice that he was jokingly acting offended.

“Yeah, you’re Zach Parise, right?” you tease.

You hear the laugh you miss so much on the other end, “How have you been?”

“Uh, stressed, lately, so nothing new.”

“Why?”

“Homework, papers, and exams.”

“Oh, my.” You both start laughing at the accidental joke he made, “Why so much stuff?”

“It’s midterms, babe.”

“So I assume that you’re working right now?”

“Yep, it’s eight pm, the paper is due at midnight and I still have four more pages to write.”

` “I’m so glad that your work ethic hasn’t changed since high school.”

“Ok, rude! I have good work ethic, I just also have strong procrastination skills.”

“You probably have ADHD,” he says.

“Well, yes, but that’s a different story.”

“What’s your weekend look like? I want to catch up when you don’t have a lot of work to do.”

“Uh, I should be good.”

“Alright, get back to the paper.”

“I will. Love ya.”

“Love you, too.”

three

“Oh, come on! We practically live together. You can’t deny that something is going on between us!” Charlie argues, pacing around the kitchen as you make dinner. This conversation between the two of you was becoming a weekly one, slowly getting on your nerves to the point where you would consider moving just to get away from it.

“Because what happens if we break up? We’ve been friends since we were in middle school. Do you really want to throw all that away?” you say, turning to him, putting your hand on your hip.

“I just think we should go out as more than friends just once.”

“And how would that be different than all the other times that we go out together?”

“Because then I could do things like hold your hand and flirt with you?”

“I’m like ninety percent sure you already flirt with me.”

“Y/N.”

“Why should we date, Charlie?”

“Because we’re attracted to each other?”

“And I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie,” you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to the stove.

“You’re seriously equating me to pie right now? I have never seen you eat pie, therefore, that argument is invalid.”

“Since when do you say things like therefore, and invalid?”

“Seriously, Y/N. You know I have wanted to date you since we were in middle school, but something always came up. You know I love you. You know I always have.”

You turn back to him, trying to make eye contact, but something in you just can’t. Your timing was never right. Once you were old enough to date, the two of you were never single at the same time. Actually, that isn’t true. You were both single for a brief period of time while he was playing with the Sea Dogs and you were still at UVM. This was the first time that both of you were single and in the same town.

“Charlie, you know that I love you, too. But this can not happen. We can’t risk breaking up and ruining what we have.”

He exhales, obviously disappointed. You were, too, but you couldn’t let that show. You wanted nothing more than to be with him, but you couldn’t let all those years of friendship go away if things didn’t work out between the two of you. “Fine.”

once

“Remember when you wouldn’t date me?” he asks over the sound of everyone around you.

“Remember when you were less annoying?” you roll your eyes. You look around to see so many other couples and families filling in the tables around you. Everyone looked so happy, just like you were.

You and Charlie had been together now for a year, him finally wearing you down and convincing you to let him take you on a date. He promised you that even if you stopped dating, your friendship would never end because, at this point, you were in too deep anyway. He told you he had this whole evening planned for your anniversary, complete with a walk around the Boston Common like you used to do when you were kids, dinner at Terramia, your favorite restaurant, and for dessert, he was taking you to Mike’s Pastries for the cannoli you loved so much.

“No, never,” he smirks, reaching out across the table to take your hand.

You had to admit, all the things he had said trying to convince you to date him were right; nothing was really that different between the two of you besides the intimacy that wasn’t there before. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes at him. You didn’t want to inflate the ego of the man who didn’t even know how to use the oven by telling him he was right that you two dating was fine.

“Hey,” he says, like that last night before he went off to college.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You smile, thinking back to all those times you told each other those three words, them meaning something completely platonic. “I love you, too.”

#charlie coyle #charlie coyle imagines #boston bruins #boston bruins imagines #bruins #bruins imagines #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #i think it might be cheating since i used them all in a row i'm sorry oops

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blackypanther9 · 3 years

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Part 57 - A little help

"Not possible...", you mumbled in utter shock.

"What is it ? What do you see, that I clearly can't see ?", Loki asked irritated.

You told Loki the spell and he repeated it. Then he saw the ghost too and gasped in utter shock.

"Why didn't we see him before ?!", Loki asked in panic.

"Spirits are very hard to see in the world of the living. This spell gives us sight into the spiritual world. With other words he is a ghost.", you answered.

In front of you stood a black ghost, with the shape of a man. He had red eyes, staring at you and Loki with anger and rage.

"He doesn't look happy...", Loki murmured to you.

"Shut up, Loki Laufeyson !", you yelled at Loki, knowing that he wanted to run away with you.

Loki went stiff and looked at you hurt.

"Hey...", he said offended.

"Laufey....son...?", the ghost asked.

You and Loki jumped at that. You recognized that voice.

"L...Loki ? King Loki Borson ? Is that you ?", you asked unsure.

The dark ghost nodded slowly.

"Do you remember me ? General Destiny Andrea Dust ?", you asked him again.

The ghost's eyes showed more anger and rage at the mention of your name. He flew in front of you in barely a second and pointed a dark finger at your chest.

"Left....betrayed....me !", he hissed out.

You looked at him in utter shock.

"Wait. What ? How did I ever betray and leave you ?"

"You let m-me DIE !", the ghost yelled.

You stared at him in shock.

"You didn't know ? I was with Laufey and didn't know that you needed my help. Odin sent me away and you were nowhere to be found anyway. I didn't want to accidently tear you into trouble."

The red eyes widened in shock.

"What ?"

"I never intended to let you die. I never knew that you needed me."

Borson must have calmed down. He wasn't looking angered anymore. He looked down and crossed his arms over his chest. Then he looked back up at you.

"What do you need ?", he asked calmer.

"I need the map to find my long lost helmet and the Magical book of death. Can you help me, please ?"

"For what ?"

"For returning you. We need you back. Odin erased and tempered with all of our memories. No one remembers you. Hela is banished and as soon as Odin dies she will return and cause Ragnarok upon Asgard. Jotunheim and all the other Realms are against Asgard. I need your help here and we need to undo the spell Odin caused upon all the Nine Realms. I need the Magical book of the Undead."

"How did you remember then ?"

"I died once in Jotunheim, saving Loki's life as an infant and sadly tore him and Laufey apart. It was the only way. I returned as a reborn Baby and had no memories of my passed lives, until recently. Then I found more locked away memories and got them free, remembering more things than I ever did before. Then the spell was broken on me and I found out about tempered memories, you, Baldr, Odin, everything. Not everything is again in place, but it will come back with time."

Borson nodded in understanding.

"I believe I understood your short explanation...And that is Laufey's son, Loki ?"

"Yes. Frigga chose that name with me. I believe I took that name, because I distinctly remembered your name..."

"A little reminder of me then ?"

"Yes. I think it helped me remember too and break the spell...Odin doesn't know for now, but he was on the hunt for the books. I gave Loki one of them."

Borson smiled.

"The Magical book of Illusions and summoning.", he said.

"How did you...?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I watched you some times."

You nodded.

"Follow me...I know where the map is.", Borson told them then.

With that he flew through the halls and you and Loki ran after him. Soon Borson flew through a door and into a room.

"I can't believe it...", you mumbled.

"What ?", Loki asked.

"I gave it to Loki Borson...."

Loki now laughed.

"I told you !"

"Shush you..."

You pushed the door open and entered the room. Borson pointed at a picture of him, Baldr, Bor and their dead Mother with you in it.

"Destroy the frame.", Borson said.

The frame was very beautiful.

(Belongs to rightful owner !!)

You took it and looked at Borson. He nodded at you and you took a deep breath. Then threw it at the floor with all your might and the glass broke, making cracking and clattering sounds. You pulled out the picture, carefully and then found an old parchment paper, folded nicely.

You unfolded it.

(Just so you know how it was folded.)

Soon you saw green, blue and a red X on the map. You saw Cold Heart and a line that led you directly to the position of the red X.

"Great ! Now we need to hurry to that place !", you cheered.

You looked up and looked at the ghost.

"Thank you Loki Borson."

"No problem. Now hurry off and do what you have to. We will meet again in my...'grave'..."

You nodded, grabbed Loki's hand and ran out of the Palace.

"Jump on your horse ! We have work to do Loki !"

With that they mounted their horses again and then rode off.

Part 58

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The End Is Where We Begin (6/?)

Couple of notes before this chapter starts: As always, thanks for all of the comments/reviews/messages etc. I really appreciate them. For what is quickly becoming a constant disclaimer: No love triangles in this. It may also seem like I take the focus away from Kara and toward Lena this chapter but as mentioned, I just feel like Lena deserves more focus at the minute. The OC storylines do also tie directly into Lena’s, of course. Anyway, hope you enjoy! :) Nia tapped her foot nervously against the floor as the seconds ticked endlessly by. She’d gotten to Obsidian North far too early and much to her surprise she’d found Lena already in the waiting area. They’d yet to say a word to each other and Lena had only briefly glanced up when Nia had made her way over to sit next to her. Finally, Nia cleared her throat. “Lena, about what I said…” “No.” Lena interrupted firmly. “We’re not doing that.” “Right.” Nia swallowed nervously. She fell silent for a moment, glancing toward the door in hopes that she’d see Kara coming through it. “It’s just that I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about what I was asking. I wasn’t accusing you of anything.” “It didn’t seem like that from where I was standing.” Lena replied coldly. “I believe you mentioned a kryptonite ring?” “I didn’t say a kryptonite ring, I said it was a green ring...which looked like kryptonite.” Nia turned in her seat to face Lena. “I don’t know what it was I saw. That’s what I’m trying to find out. I was only asking you if you knew anything about i-”

You asked me if I was making a weapon to kill Supergirl!” Lena whisper yelled, trying not to draw attention to them. “That sounds a lot like an accusation t-”

“I’m here! I’m so sorry I’m late. I got here as fast as I could!” Lena looked up to see Kara standing there, looking windswept and out of breath. “I take it you flew here...on a bus?” Kara grimaced. “Not one of my finest moments. Here, I brought your coffee, just the way you like it.” Lena looked down at the coffee that was held out to her and stared at it for a moment before she gave a slight shake of her head. “I just had a cup. Let’s get this over with, shall we? Kelly said we could go up when we’re ready.” “Okay, I…” Kara trailed off as Lena turned on her heel and walked away. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. After Lena had stayed over at her apartment a couple of nights ago, Kara was hoping that Lena’s anger toward her was starting to ease. “I thought things were getting better between us.” Nia plucked the coffee from Kara’s hand as they started walking and took a long sip, “She’s angry with me. I may have...said some things to her and there were some misunderstandings and...well we can talk about it later. She waited for you, you know.” “What?” “I’ve been here half an hour. She’s been here longer.” Nia explained quietly as they walked. “She could have gone to the room with Kelly whenever she wanted but she didn’t. She waited until you got here. Maybe things are getting better between the two of you. It just takes some time.” “Thanks, Nia.” “Not that I’m saying that justifies the fact that you told Lena instead of telling Alex.” Nia said, earning herself a pointed look from Kara. “I know I’m not supposed to talk about it but you really really need to tell her, Kara.” “I think we may have found something we agree on.” Lena knocked on Kelly’s door and turned to face Kara. “You’ll need support.” “I have you and Nia.” Kara said meekly. “I-I’m building myself up to it, okay? I’m going to tell her just not right now. We should know for sure first, right? Lena still thinks there’s a chance we could find a way around it. Don’t you?” Lena didn’t have time to answer before Kelly opened the door and gestured for them to enter. “We don’t have much time before Andrea gets back.” Kelly said as she closed the door behind them. “An hour at most but you can have the room until then. I’ll show you what to do with everything.” Nia nodded and followed Kelly across the room, leaving Kara and Lena behind. “So...how have you been?” Kara asked awkwardly. “I haven’t seen you for the past few days. I was worried when you cancelled our meeting the other day.” “I didn’t see any need for us to meet before today. I can’t do anything with the information I have at the moment.” Lena replied. There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. “How have you been?” “Good. Fine.” Kara answered with a small smile. “You know how it is.” Lena nodded though she was sure that wasn’t true. “Has Nia spoken to you about the dream she had?” “What dream?” “We’re all set here.” Kelly interrupted them before Lena had a chance to respond. “If you both take a seat I’ll get things started and then I’ll wait outside in case you need me for anything.” “Thanks, Kelly.” Kara said grateful as she crossed the room to the seat Kelly had indicated to her. “I know this isn’t exactly a normal thing for me to ask of you but I really appreciate it.” “Anything for Alex’s little sister.” Kelly said with a small smile as she moved towards the door leading out the room. She glanced back around for a moment before leaving. She had no doubt that Nia could navigate Kar and Lena through the memories but she couldn’t help wonder what was so important that Kara couldn’t just tell Lena verbally.

Nia waited for the door to close before turning her attention to the two other people in the room. “Ready when you are.”

Kara nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as she readied herself for what she was about to see. If she was right, she should see everything the monitor showed her and Nia last time. “I’m ready. Lena?”

“Let’s do it.’” Lena took a deep breath, unsure what she was about to see. From what Kara had said it sounded like hell.

“Okay.” Nia turned to the computer at her side, pressing the button Kelly had told her to press once they were ready. “Three, Two, One. Activate the lenses now.”

Lena leaned back against the chair before activating the Obsidian lenses, not surprised to see the world around her fade away into whiteness with only Kara staying. The world around her looked like nothing more than a void with emptiness in every direction she looked. “This is creepy.”

“Can you hear me?”

“We can hear you, Nia!” Kara yelled. She experimentally jumped, landing on the nothingness at her feet again. She glanced around, frowning slightly as nothing appeared. She thought the memories would have started to appear right away. “So how do I start the memory?”

“You need to think about it as hard as you can. Once it appears you won’t need to concentrate as much but you’ll lose connection with me.” Nia’s voice exclaimed, echoing around them like she was in all directions. “I’ll keep monitoring your bodies in the real world to make sure you’re both okay.”

“Okay! Thanks Nia.” Kara replied. She turned to Lena and offered her hand, lowering her voice slightly as if that would keep Nia from hearing her. “Just to make sure we don’t get separated.” “I don’t think that’s possible when we’re in your memories.” Lena pointed out. She relented at the disappointed look on Kara’s face, placing her hand into the blonde’s. Warm fingers closed around her own. “Just to be safe.” Kara smiled softly at the response and closed her eyes, thinking back to everything she saw thanks to the monitor. All of the timelines where everyone she knew were vaporised by the anti-matter, flames burning the world she called her home. Again.

Lena flinched as she suddenly started to see Kara’s memories around her. She watched in horror as different timelines played out in front of her, hiding her fear behind a stoic facade so Kara wouldn’t realise. She had hoped Kara might have been mistaken about what she saw but that wasn’t the case. She watched more than ten timelines where the entire universe was swallowed by a thick crimson wave. She had even seen herself vanish into nothingness before her eyes, a sight she thought would have troubled her much more than it actually did.

Kara opened her eyes, not surprised to see the timelines she had already seen before playing out once more but something felt different this time. She wasn’t sure if it was because Lena was with her or if they were using a different method to see the coming crisis but something left strange. She turned to the only other person there, surprised to see a stoic expression on Lena’s face. She had thought that Lena might have been troubled by what she was seeing. “Lena?”

“One moment.” Lena squeezed Kara’s hand. As far as she could tell the wave always came from the same direction in the universe, destroying planets like Mars and Jupiter before it reached Earth. She saw her own death again, saw Kara desperately flying toward her, tears tracking their way down her cheeks as she tried to get to Lena before the crimson wave engulfed both of them. Lena in turn reached back, her hope of trying to find a way to stop the wave given up on. Their fingers barely brushed before the wave engulfed them again.

Kara turned around sharply, a cold shiver creeping up her spine as she sensed something. She wasn’t sure what it was and she was sure she didn’t feel it the last time they viewed the timelines but something scared her. Feeling Lena’s hand leave her own she turned around, hoping for the reassurance of seeing Lena still standing with her in the memory. She flinched, barely having time to process that Lena wasn’t there anymore before a pale towering man in strange armour similar to the Monitor’s lunged at her, his hand covering her face before everything went black.

“You saw all this all last time, right?” Lena inquired as she turned around. Her heart plummeted when she found no trace of the Kryptonian. She’d realized that Kara had let go of her hands a few seconds ago but she hadn’t thought anything of it. “Kara? KARA?!”

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Nia jumped, bouncing up off her seat as Kara’s body suddenly started to thrash around in the chair. There’d been no movement from her for at least 10 minutes. She’d seemed perfectly calm a second ago. Nia surged forward, noticing blood trailing from Kara’s nose. “KELLY, HELP!! I need help here!”

Kelly rushed back into the room she was guarding, gasping in shock as she spotted Nia barely able to hold Kara down. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know! She was fine just a moment ago then she just started seizing!” Nia exclaimed in panic, trying as best she could to hold Kara down. She shuddered as she glanced up, unnerved by the sight of blood on her face. Kryptonians weren’t meant to bleed. Kara was invincible. “What do we do?!”

“We need to wake the-” Kelly froze, trailing off as Nia suddenly pulled her back, a beam of heat flying out of Kara’s eyes as she continued to thrash. She gasped, ducking low to avoid the heat vision. “Kara is Supergirl?!”

“SHH!” Nia turned quickly towards Kelly in panic, trying her best to hold Kara in place. It felt like she was trying to hold down a group of ten men all by herself. “You need to wake them up, we’ll talk about this later.”

Kelly nodded quickly and moved to the computer. She pushed aside the many questions she had, shoving the chair out of the way of the computer before she quickly shut down the system. She jumped as Lena suddenly sat up, gasping for air before deactivating the lenses. The moment the system was powered down Kara stopped thrashing, her arm slumping down by her side.

“What are you doing? It wasn’t finished!” Lena exclaimed in annoyance. Seeing Kelly’s wide eyed stare, she looked toward Kara and gasped at the sight of blood on her face. “What happened to her?!” “I-I don’t know.” Nia slowly lifted herself up off of Kara. “She started seizing in the middle of the session.” “Move.” Lena lightly pushed Nia back as she got up from her seat. “She shouldn’t be bleeding. This isn’t right. Kara?” she gently placed her hand on Kara’s cheek. “Kara, can you hear me?” There was a beat of silence as the three conscious women held their breath before Kara groaned, her brow furrowing. “What happened…?” She mumbled, lifting her hand to her head. Lena let out a sigh of relief and moved a couple of steps away to let Nia take her place at Kara’s side. Her knees trembled beneath her. “She’s okay.” “How do you feel?” Nia gently helped Kara into a sitting position. “I’m okay. I think.” Kara replied, her eyes shifting briefly toward Lena. “What happened?” “We were hoping you could tell us.” Nia answered, taking the box of tissues Kelly offered her. “You started seizing and then you were bleeding.” “I was?” Kara’s brow furrowed as Nia gently dabbed at her face with the tissue. When it came away red with blood, she blinked in surprise. “Weird. I don’t remember. Lena?” Lena stiffened as three pairs of eyes turned to her. “You were there one second and then you disappeared. After that I was pulled out. I think I saw most of what I needed to see though.” “Good.” Kara wiped at her nose with the tissue Nia gave her. “Um, Kara…” Nia nodded toward the hole in the wall opposite. “You used your powers when you were under.” Kara stared at Nia for a moment before her eyes widened in realization. “Oh. Oh. Kelly, I’m so sorry about your office. I’ll fix it, I swear. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, it’s just...it’s a dangerous secret. Please don’t be mad at Alex.” “It’s okay. I do think we need to tell Alex about what happened though.” “Agreed.” Nia piped up, shooting Kara a meaningful look. “Kelly.” Lena spoke before the three could start bickering. “Um...bathroom?” “Down the hall on the left.” Kelly pointed toward the door and Lena nodded, heading in that direction. Kara watched Lena grasp the doorframe briefly on her way out of the room. “I’ll be right back.” She said, getting up. “Kara.” Nia warned. “I’ll be right back.” Kara repeated herself before she hurried after Lena. She was relieved that she wasn’t feeling any aftereffects at least. She found Lena standing a few feet down the hall near the wall, stooped over with her hands on her knees. “Lena?” Lena looked up, surprised to see Kara walking toward her. “I’m fine.” “Alright.” Kara stopped next to Lena and reached out to gently rest a hand against her back. She listened as Lena let out a hitched breath. “Did you see it?” Lena nodded. “I saw you die in every scenario. The only difference was the timeline where you died first.” “Everybody else lived.” “I’m not giving up.” Lena’s voice was firm when she spoke this time, her voice a far cry from the stuttery mumble it had been a moment ago. She straightened up, locking eyes with Kara. “I won’t give up until I’m forced to.” Kara offered a small smile. “I know. Thank you, Lena. For everything you’re doing for me. Everything you’ve done. I wish there was some way I could…” “Come on, Kara.” Nia interrupted as she walked down the hallway. “We’re going to the DEO to have Alex check you over. You’re outvoted, two to one.” “I suppose that’s your cue.” Lena murmured as Kara sighed in defeat. “I’ll see you later.” “Yeah? I mean yeah! Of course you’ll see me later. I’ll be there. As soon as you want me to be.” Kara offered a wave as Nia nudged her toward the stairs.

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Lena rubbed her neck, grimacing in pain as she made her way down the hallway to her apartment. She’d been working since early that afternoon, having spent most of the morning with Kara. Her experience that morning, coupled with the overwhelming workload of that afternoon had her more tense than she thought possible. She assumed that was the reason she let out a startled scream when she turned the corner to find someone sitting outside of her apartment door. “It’s just me!” Hisa quickly scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide in alarm. She held up her hands to show Lena she meant no harm. “I kind of broke into the building but I figured it would be rude to just go into your apartment uninvited.” Lena let out a breath, slowly relaxing. “So you figured you would sit out here in the dark hallway and give me a heart attack when I arrived?” “Well...no. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.” Hisa paused as Lena walked to the door, unlocking it. “I wanted to apologise for what I did.” “Okay.” Lena entered her apartment, expecting Hisa to follow her. “Which part? The part where you threw me over the balcony or the part where you left me alone in the middle of the street in my pyjamas?” "All of the above?” Hisa gripped the doorframe of Lena’s apartment. “Can I come in?” Seeing Lena beckon her inside, Hisa quickly entered, closing the door behind her. “In my defense, I threw myself over the balcony too. And I wouldn’t have left you if you hadn’t been safe. I knew that Supergirl was there to deal with those aliens.” “So you know what they are.” Lena moved away from the door, having slipped off her shoes and coat. “Why did you run away?” “Supergirl isn’t my favourite person.” Hisa answered honestly as she followed Lena. “And honestly, I don’t think I would be hers.” Lena stopped and turned back to Hisa, her brow furrowing when she noticed her bruised eye. “What happened to your eye?” “Oh, just from that night.” Hisa answered, unconsciously touching her eye. “No, it’s not.” Lena frowned, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You didn’t have that when we got away from those aliens. What happened?” “I didn’t say it was the aliens. My boss...the woman you thought was my girlfriend, wasn’t happy with me when I got back home. She’s staying with me at the minute. Kind of. I was meant to be doing something for her and I guess I just got sidetracked. It was my own fault.” “It was your own fault that she hit you? Of course it isn’t. Are you okay?” Hisa shrugged her shoulders. “I can take a beating.” Lena stared at Hisa for a moment, noticing her slumped shoulders and downcast eyes. “Do you want a drink?” Hisa managed a small smile as she looked back up. “I would love one.” Lena nodded and headed for the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine. “In exchange I want you to tell me what you know about those aliens who attacked me. You obviously know what they are.” Hisa lifted herself up onto a stool with a slight wince. “I don’t know what they are. Only that they’re aliens and I only know that because they look all alien-like, you know? So I guess really what I’m doing is assuming they’re aliens.” “What did Supergirl do to you to make you dislike her?” “Nothing.” Hisa took the wine Lena offered her with a mumbled thanks. “I don’t really want to talk about it. The two of you seemed pretty cozy though.” “I’m sorry?” “I stuck around for a few minutes to make sure you were okay.” Hisa smiled apologetically. “You seem to know Supergirl pretty well. You know with the...hugging?” “I don’t know her that well.” Lena said softly, her gaze flicking away from Hisa’s. She took a sip of her wine. “Where are you from? You didn’t tell me.” “I’m from Earth. I was born here.” Hisa smirked at the confused look on Lena’s face. “My mother lived on a planet near Krypton before war broke out there and she had to flee. My dad was a human, who she met on earth. Technically I’m only half alien.” “Was?” Lena echoed. She noticed a flicker of pain cross Hisa’s face and instantly wished she hadn’t asked. “Sorry, that’s far too personal. I suppose I’m just naturally inquisitive.” “It’s okay.” Hisa answered softly, forcing a small smile to her lips. “He’s dead. He died when I was young. An accident.” She cleared her throat. “And your mother?” Lena asked softly. “In a care facility. After my dad, my mom met someone else. He wasn’t a good guy and now she’s...well…” Hisa paused for a moment, struggling to speak. “She got sick and he didn’t want to deal with her.” “We don’t have to talk about it.” Lena reached out, placing her hand lightly atop Hisa’s. “Listen, why don’t you stay here tonight?” Hisa blinked at Lena. “Seriously? Even after I ditched you?” Lena scoffed. “I’m not a monster. I made you talk about something you obviously don’t like reliving and now you’re upset so I don’t want to send you back to your actual monster of a boss. Assuming that’s where you’d be going.” “Guilty.” Hisa replied with a small smile. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” “I’m sure.” Lena drained her glass and set it down on the counter. “Come on, I’ll show you to the guest room.” ----- “I got shots!” Alex looked up, raising an eyebrow as Kara walked over to the table with a tray in her hands. “What happened to a ‘couple’ of drinks?” “Come on, Alex. Lighten up. You need to have fun. Right, Kelly?” “Right.” Kelly smiled and lightly nudged Alex’s side. “You deserve to let loose a little.” “You know I’m right.” Kara sat down next to Nia, opposite Alex and Kelly. “We can’t spend all our time working. Who knows how much more time we have to spend like this...before we’re too busy.” Nia cleared her throat and when Kara looked at her she raised her eyebrows. “What’s going on with the two of you?” Alex asked curiously as Kara shook her head. “You’re acting secretive. Is there something we should know?” “You worry too much.” Kara handed Alex her drink. “Drink up.” “You’re not drinking?” Kelly asked as she took the shot Kara offered her. “Oh, uh...I don’t drink much.” Kara answered with a sheepish smile. “I’m a bit of a lightweight. Just ask Alex.” “It’d be less than an hour before she was dancing on the tables.” Alex said in agreement with Kara. “And this place is nice. We don’t want to be barred on our first visit.” Kara picked up her orange juice and held it up. “To friends. May we always keep each other going, no matter what.” “To friends.” Alex, Nia and Kelly echoed, clinking their shot glasses against Kara’s pint glass. Nia quickly took her shot, grimacing slightly at the taste before she leaned into Kara. “Kara, you’re gonna have to say something.” “Not yet I don’t.” “She already suspects something is wrong.” Nia whispered. “How long can you keep this up?” “As long as I have to.” “But I…” “Seriously, what is going on with you two?” Alex’s question drew the attention of Kara and Lena. There was a hard edge of irritation to her voice and Kelly placed a soothing hand on her girlfriend’s arm. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Is there something you need to share?” Kara straightened up suddenly, looking around the bar. “I hear Lena.” Alex let out a heavy sigh. “You always hear Lena. Can we focus?” “No seriously, I hear her.” Kara said with a frown, holding her hand up. She would recognize that laugh anywhere. She leaned out of the booth they were sitting in, her eyes darting around the room in search of Lena. “Oh…” “Oh?” Alex turned around too, her brow furrowed in confusion until she saw where Kara was looking. “What the hell?” “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.” Kara said hastily as she watched Lena laugh at something the redhead with her was saying. “We don’t have the full story.” “Well let’s go and get it.” Alex stood up only for Kara to grab her wrist and tug her back. “Kara, you can’t be serious. Open your eyes, we can’t just ignore that she’s sitting there with someone who tried to kill you!” “She’s not trying to kill me.” Kara insisted quietly. “I know she’s not.” “Then it’s not going to be a problem if I ask her how she knows our friend over there. At the very least we need to deal with her.” Alex tugged her wrist free from Kara’s grip and headed toward the table Lena was sitting at. “Crap, crap, crap…” Kara muttered under her breath as she scrambled to follow her sister. This was just going to make things between herself and Lena so much more strained but she knew that Alex was right. They couldn’t ignore the woman who’d tried to kill her. “So what did your other Aunt do? She must have been just as pissed about you inviting your new girlfriend to live with you.” “Aunt Amelia was pissed. My other aunt just went out to buy more milk.” Lena almost choked on her sip of the cocktail she was drinking. “You’re kidding! MORE?” “It’s kind of her thing in un…” Hisa trailed off as Alex stopped at the table. “Uncomfortable situations. Shit.” As Hisa made to stand up, Alex grabbed her wrist to keep her where she was. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Lena looked up in surprise. “Alex? What are you doing?” “I could ask you the same thing.” Alex replied, her gaze still fixed on Hisa. “Do you know who this is?” “Of course I do.” Lena replied, bristling at the accusation. Her gaze flicked toward Kara before settling back on Alex. “Would you mind unhanding her?” “It’s fine, Lena.” “It’s not fine.” Lena glared daggers at the side of Alex’s head but it went unnoticed. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m arresting a criminal.” Alex answered calmly. “She tried to kill Supergirl last week.” “What?” Lena looked taken aback by that and she looked to Hisa for an explanation. “Did you?” “Kind of.” Hisa grimaced slightly at the tightness of the grip of Alex’s fingers around her wrist. “Why?” “My boss is holding a grudge against Supergirl. Lena, if I don’t do what she says she’s gonna kill Itsuki.” Kara cleared her throat. “Who’s Itsuki?” “Her sister.” Lena answered softly. “That’s why you’re still working for her after she did this?” She gestured to Hisa’s black eye. “Because she has your sister somewhere. You could have told me, I could have helped you.” “I didn’t want you in danger because of me. Looks like that backfired.” Hisa closed her fingers into a fist, staring at Alex’s hand. “I can’t be arrested.” “You can and you are.” Alex disagreed irritably. “You tried to kill someone, what did you think would happen?” “You should know that I could snap your wrist before you even think about getting your cuffs out.” Hisa growled, rising slightly from her chair. “Hisa, stop it.” Lena stood up too, her gaze fixed on Hisa. “That’s not the way.” Hisa briefly looked toward Lena, her expression troubled before she nodded her head in agreement. “If you’re being blackmailed we can help you.” Kara said, trying to calm the situation before it got out of hand. “You just need to tell us who you’re working for. We’ll do everything we can to get your sister back for you.” Hisa stared at Kara for a moment before she looked at Lena. “Do you trust them, Lena?” Lena felt her heart sink at the question. She used to trust them. She had trusted Kara more than anyone else. She struggled with herself for a moment, weighing up Kara’s lies with how much Kara and Supergirl had done for her. Supergirl - Kara - had defended her and protected her on so many occasions and yet she still hadn’t been able to give Lena the truth. “I trust her.” Lena said softly. She cleared her throat and looked toward Kara, repeating herself. Firmer this time. “I trust her.” “Thank you.” Kara whispered, her chest tight. “I’ll come with you willingly.” Hisa sat back down to show that she wasn’t going to attack. “And I’ll tell you whatever it is you need to know. But I need a guarantee that you’ll help my sister. She’s innocent in all of this.” “You have my word.” Alex hesitated for a moment before she slowly released Hisa’s wrist. She glanced to her right, making eye contact with Nia. She nodded toward the doorway, silently asking Nia to follow her. “I’ll let you deal with this while I take...Hisa, was it? Back to the DEO.” “Got it.” Kara answered with a nod. She moved out of the way to let the redhead and Alex pass. “Lena.” Hisa lightly touched Lena’s arm on the way past. When Lena’s eyes met her own, she continued sincerely. “Nothing I’ve told you is a lie, I swear.” Lena was silent as Hisa was led away. With a sigh, she finally sank back down into her seat. “She’s not a bad person. She saved my life when I was attacked. She doesn’t deserve to be arrested.” “Lena, she had kryptonite. She almost killed me.” “So did I!” Lena exclaimed. She gritted her teeth at Kara’s confused expression. It was like Kara was ignoring the obvious. “The kryptonite canons? If I hadn’t stopped them they would have killed you.” “But you did stop them. And you weren’t the one who aimed them at me in the first place.” Kara sat down next to Lena, taking her hand. “You’re not evil. I know you’re not.” “What’s going to happen to Hisa? Will she be released tonight? I don’t want her to have to go back to her boss.” “She’ll be questioned by Alex and she’ll probably spend at least the night in a cell at the DEO.” Kara replied, gently squeezing the hand in her own, “After that I guess Alex will turn her over to the police.” “What?!” Lena recoiled as though Kara had slapped her. “You said you’d help her.” “We said we would help her save her sister.” Kara said slowly, confused by Lena’s sudden anger. “She still committed a crime. She damaged property, she hurt people. It’s not up to us to decide whether she’s guilty or not.” “Like hell.” Lena growled, getting to her feet. “That’s exactly what you’re doing by handing her over to the police. She’s not a criminal, Kara.” Kara quickly glanced around to make sure that nobody was listening in. “How do you know that? We have no idea who she is. How do you know she even has a sister?” “Because I know.” Lena insisted firmly. “She’s my friend and I…” She hesitated, briefly clenching her jaw. “I trust her. She’s been nothing but honest with me since I met her. She’s no more evil than I am.” “That isn’t for either of us to decide. Let’s talk about this outside, okay?” Kara stood up and brushed her fingers against Lena’s arm only to be irritably shrugged off. Sighing, she followed Lena quickly from the bar into the cool night air. “Listen, Lena. She needs to be held accountable for her actions.” “Why is that your decision?!” Lena stepped forward, irritation etched across her face. “Why do you get to choose who’s guilty and who’s not? Who can be trusted and who can’t?” “That’s not what this is about. This is my job. I don’t have a choice.” “There’s always a choice. You can choose not to see things in black and white for a change. You can choose to listen to what she has to say.” Lena pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead, struggling with herself before she made up her mind. She moved closer to Kara, her hand moving to lightly grip Kara’s at her side. “You can choose to trust me, if nothing else. Even if you don’t want to trust her, trust me.” “Lena, I…” Kara paused, her voice giving out on her. Her palm tingled with the light pressure of Lena’s hand. “I do trust you. But I can’t just let her go. You know I can’t do that.” “Then I suppose that makes both of us liars.” Lena wrenched her hand from Kara’s. “Wait, Lena. You have to understand, I…” Kara trailed off as Lena turned and walked away from her without another word. With an annoyed growl, she lashed out, the side of her fist colliding with the wall next to her. She cursed as the stone crumbled. “Crap, crap, crap…” Making a mental note to pay for the repair, she quickly turned and hurried away. Caught up in her worried thoughts she didn’t notice the woman watching her in concern from the corner of the street.

----- “I brought you breakfast...Hisa, right?” Hisa glanced up at the entrance to her cell and raised an eyebrow when she saw Dreamer standing in front of her. “Am I getting specialist treatment for being an informant? I thought I’d be referred to as Prisoner and have to eat mystery meat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” “We only serve the mystery meat on Thursdays,” Nia joked. She was met with a blank stare. “You saved my life, didn’t you?” Hisa shrugged her shoulders. “I plead the fifth. Why are you here anyway? Where’s the guy who was walking up and down the hallway earlier?” “Oh, I dismissed him. I wanted to speak to you. And give you breakfast, obviously.” “I’ll pass on both. I’m not in a very talkative mood. Unless you want to tell me that the director’s planning to let me go soon. In that case, I’ll listen to you all you want.” “I can’t promise that.” Nia glanced anxiously up and down the hallway. Technically she wasn’t meant to be speaking to the prisoner but she wanted to be sure before she approached Kara with her suspicions. The last thing Kara needed was more stress. “You used kryptonite on Supergirl when you fought her.” “My asshole boss used kryptonite on Supergirl when she fought her.” Hisa corrected with a sigh. “I can’t even touch the stuff. Bad reactions.” “What kind of reactions?” Nia asked curiously. She was aware that Alex had managed to find out that the woman in front of her was an alien and that she was being blackmailed. “Bad rashes. Really itchy.” Nia frowned at the dry response. “Why did you save me?” “You’re real insistent, huh?” Hisa asked with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not in the business of letting innocent people die.” “Dreamer! Uh...Miss Dreamer?” “Dreamer is fine.” Nia looked up to see the dark haired DEO agent she’d spoken to earlier walking down the hallway toward her. “Is everything okay?” “Is this yours?” “Wha…?!” Nia trailed off as something was shoved under her nose. She instinctively inhaled as she went to take a step back only for her head to spin. Black seeped into her vision and she reached out, trying to grab onto anything nearby. “What did you...do to…?” The agent quickly caught Nia before she could fall and he lifted her easily into her arms. “I’m gonna be in so much trouble for this.” He swiped the card for Hisa’s cell and waited for her to leave the cell before carefully putting Nia down. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry.” “Raven!” Hisa hissed, glancing up and down the hallway. “Stop apologising and get out here. We need to go.” Raven reluctantly left the cell, locking it again. “She should be okay. I just knocked her out. Come on, let’s go.” “How did you disable the security?” Hisa whispered as she followed close behind him. She stopped as he held up his hand. “I ‘accidentally’ spilled coffee on the console. Nobody suspected it was intentional.” Raven answered. “Hold your hair up.” He waited until Hisa did as she was asked before he took off his DEO issue cap and put it on her head. He shrugged off his jacket too and handed it to her. “Let’s move fast.” Hisa nodded and took a deep breath. She kept her head down as she quickly followed him through the main room of the DEO. She didn’t dare look up, too worried that she would find Alex staring right at her. Finally they emerged outside through the fire escape and Hisa took a relieved breath. “You have to go. It won’t be long until they notice.” “What? You’re coming with me.” “I’m not, I have to stay here.” “Why?! You’ve been made, there’s no point in you not coming with me. I can’t help Itsuki by myself. Don’t be an idiot!” “You can and you will.” Raven insisted, lightly pushing her away. “Hurry. I can at least keep them off your track if I stay here.” Hisa gritted her teeth. “I’m coming back for you.” “I know that.” Raven grinned as she turned and began to walk down the steps. “Hisa? Give the bastards who kidnapped our sister hell, alright?” Hisa didn’t have time to answer before Raven ducked back into the building. “Looks like I have a Green Lantern to find…” TBC

#Supercorp #Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor

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Fated: Season 1

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: I feel like this is a short-ish chapter but I really hope you guys like it, let me know if you think it’s too short?

Chapter 5:

A blaring car alarm can be heard all throughout the outskirts of Atlanta as Glenn makes his way back to the quarry camp. He excitedly drives his new red car back as a truck is following shortly behind him. The others left at the camp all gather to see what the alarm is and Glenn gets out of the car. He’s greeted by an annoyed Shane who shouts above the alarm to turn it off.

“I don’t know how!” Glenn responds, also in a shout.

Without another word, a member of their camp, Jim, pops open the hood of the car and cuts a wire of the car, silencing the alarm. Shane marches up to Glenn, shaking his head.

“Are you crazy, driving this thing back up here? This alarm could have attracted walkers from miles and you brought them straight back to us!” Shane lectures.

Glenn cowers, “Sorry... but we really had no choice, we were surrounded and needed a distraction out of the city.”

“If you were surrounded, how’d you get out?” Jim asks, curious.

“New guy.” Glenn simply answers.

As if on cue, the truck pulls up behind Glenn’s car and they file out of the truck. Andrea happily reuniting with Amy, and Morales with his own family. Jacqui watches with a smile on her face as she walks back to the camp, while T-Dog stands by the truck, not sure how to face Glenn. Rick gets out of the truck and towards the others.

“Dad... Dad!” Carl shouts as he recognizes his father and runs up to him, jumping into his arms.

The others watch on as Lori and Carl are reunited with their long lost husband and father. Shane has a look of bewildered and hurt on his face compared to everyone else. Glenn looks around for Gloria and frowns when he doesn’t see her. He makes his way to the back of the truck.

“Gloria?” he calls out to her, expecting her to for some reason still be in the truck, he walks back to the camp when he doesn’t find her, “hey, has anyone seen my sister?”

Rick, Morales, Jacqui, and Andrea’s faces all change at his question, T-Dog had already told them what had happened back in the truck.

“She’s back on the roof... with Merle.” T-Dog says, looking down in shame and regret.

Glenn spins to look at him, “What? Y-you can’t be serious... come on, stop playing T’.”

“I’m not... she insisted on stayin’... I’m sorry man.” T-Dog admits, still unable to look up at his friend.

Glenn stumbles backwards, his face drained of blood at the news, “Y-you... left her? You left her?! How could you do that?! What the hell?! We are going back there, right now, and we’re getting her back.”

He opens the door to his red car and is about to get in when Rick holds him back, “we can’t let you do that, Glenn.”

Glenn angrily shoves him off, “Why the hell not?! That’s my sister we left back there! You got your family back, I gotta go back and get mine!”

“Glenn, calm down.” Shane holds his hands out in front of him.

“Do not tell me to calm down.” Glenn seethes in anger.

Rick sighs, “look, I’m not saying we don’t go back to get her, but right now is not the time. With all the commotion we caused back there, with all that noise, it’s a suicide mission if we go back now.”

“Rick’s right, if what you said about being surrounded is true, we’ll have to wait it out for a few hours at least before any of us go back out there to the city.” Shane says, backing up Rick.

T-Dog looks at Glenn finally and goes up to him, “I’m sorry, brother... I didn’t want to leave her back there, but she told me to get you back there with Daryl, bring back something to cut the cuffs because I’m an idiot and dropped the damn keys... I’m sorry.”

Glenn sighs in frustration and worry, tears of fear for Gloria’s life forming in his eyes, "We can’t go now, we can’t leave at night, what the hell do you want me to do?! Wait until morning to go get her?! That’s my baby sister!” Glenn yells, his hands holding his head.

Shane goes up to Glenn and carefully puts his hand on his back, “Glenn, I know you’re worried about Gloria, but you know more than any of us how strong a woman she is, T-Dog said she’ll be there waiting for you and she will.”

“I also locked the door from the inside with a padlock, the walkers can’t get to her.” T-Dog adds, hoping that it would prove to be some kind of comfort to Glenn.

Glenn lets out a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down, “Where’s Daryl?”

“He went out hunting, I heard that he might not come back until tomorrow morning.” Amy informs.

He groans in frustration at the news, “Are you serious?! Are we really going to wait for Daryl to come back to go get her?!”

“It’s what your sister wanted man...” T-Dog insists, “guess she didn’t want him to go alone to get Merle, that might be why she stayed.”

Glenn ponders, “Yeah... sounds exactly like her... We’re going to get them first thing in the morning when Daryl gets back.”

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It’s already been a day that Gloria had been stuck on the roof with Merle. She has her back pressed on the ledge of the building, her hands covering her ears as Merle yaps away about his life story. Her eyes closed, trying to think of anything to distract her from the man who never seems to shut up. Gloria silently regrets having set up a makeshift shelter for Merle from pipes and a blanket she keeps in her bag, hoping to keep him protected from the heat of the harsh sun; she can’t have him delirious or suffering from heatstroke in case anything happens. Fortunately, Merle quiets down for a while as he had run out of his train of thought. Gloria sighs at this silence, she moves her hands from covering her ears.

“Hey, you.” Merle calls out to her.

Rolling her eyes, she looks over at Merle, “What?”

“Why’d ya stay?” he asks, seeming almost thankful she did.

“Daryl is gonna come for your annoying ass but it’s dangerous for him to come alone. So I took it upon myself to force Glenn into coming back for us, it’s better they come together rather than Daryl coming alone.” Gloria explains, she does feel bad for making Glenn come back for her, but she also knows that Glenn has come to the city countless times whereas Daryl hasn’t stepped into the city once ever since the world ended, having Glenn guide him was his best shot of finding them quickly.

Merle chuckles at her answer, “Sacrificing your brother for me, tha’s sweet.”

“Trust me, I am not sacrificing anything for you. Daryl has a better chance of getting here safely with Glenn anyway, he has all the quickest routes plotted out, I just happened to make it so that he has to come help.” Gloria shrugs.

Another short-lived moment of silence goes by between the two, groans of walkers can he heard echoing in the streets below. Gloria leans back, her head hitting the ledge gently as she rests there with her eyes closed.

“Ya wanna hear a story from when I was servin’ in juvie?” Merle drawls out.

Not opening her eyes, Gloria responds, “You must really love the sound of your own voice... you never shut up for more than five mintues.”

Merle scoffs at her remark but continues on with telling his story. He goes on and on for at least five minutes, getting louder as the story gets more elaborate and exaggerated. His storytime is interrupted by a loud banging on the door. Gloria opens her eyes at the sound and they both look at the entrance of the stairway, both of them hoping that it’s Glenn and Daryl coming to their rescue. Their hope is shattered when the door bursts open, only held by the chains and padlock Gloria and T-Dog had set up, and walkers try to claw their way onto the roof.

“Shit!” Gloria gets up and sees that the chains don’t look like they’re going to hold up very long.

Merle is frantically shouting and cursing loudly, trying to yank at the handcuffs, thinking that would actually do something. Gloria looks around and sees a toolbox with a hacksaw, she runs to it and grabs the hacksaw then tosses it over to Merle.

“Shut up and start cutting the chains!’ Gloria shouts at him.

She then dashes towards the door and tackles it, attempting to close the door. Gloria uses all her weight to push against the door but with the amount of walkers on the other side, she is easily overpowered. She spots a broken pipe on the ground and reaches for it, her body still leaning on the door trying to close it. Once she grabs the pipe, Gloria starts to kill off the walkers, stabbing and bashing at all of them peering through the door until she is able to push the door closed. Panting, she continues to lean on the door when Merle makes his way over to her.

Gloria looks over to him and her eyes widen in horror at the blood all over his clothing and a stump where his right hand is supposed to be, “Merle... what the hell did you do...”

“Ya gave me the hacksaw... what’d ya expect me to do wit’ it?” Merle says, his breath panting and face pale.

“I told you to cut the chains, not your damn hand!” Gloria sighs in frustration, “we gotta get you outta here, find something to stop the bleeding otherwise you’re gonna bleed out.”

With the metal pipe in hand, Gloria goes to where she was sitting previously and grabs her backpack then goes to retrieve the blanket she’d made the makeshift shelter with and hands it to Merle as a temporary bandage. He winces as he wraps his stump with the blanket and looks to Gloria who’s waiting for him to be ready. He nods and then Gloria opens the door, ready for any walker that approaches. Gloria helps Merle as he stumbles down the stairs and they start rummaging the entire store for any bandages or gauze to stop his bleeding. They arrive at a kitchen and Gloria continues to rummage through cupboards and drawers.

“What the fuck, do they have no first aid or medical kits in this damn place?!” Gloria exclaims, annoyed that they haven’t found anything to help stop Merle’s bleeding.

“No medical or first aid kits... but they got somethin’ that’ll do the trick.” Merle says from behind her.

Gloria turns around and sees Merle looking at a stove burner. She looks at him, shocked at what he’s insinuating and walks up to him.

“I... I can try to help you cauterize your wound... but are you sure? It’s gonna hurt like hell.” Gloria grimaces just at the thought of it.

Pursing his lips together, he nods, “I’m all for pain!”

Gloria lets out a breath and turns on the stove, then places an iron steak weight onto the flames. She glances at Merle who is just staring at the heating metal, fear evident in his eyes no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Gloria looks around and grabs a towel, folding it into four and holding it up to Merle’s mouth.

“Bite this, it’ll keep you from screaming out loud and calling walkers in here to kill us.” Gloria says, letting him play it off that he’s doing it for her and not that he’s afraid of the pain.

Merle bites onto the towel and the two wait a little longer for the metal to be hot enough. Once Gloria deems it ready, she holds out her hand and waits for Merle to give her his arm. Gently holding on his forearm, she guides it to the piping hot iron steak weight and gives him a look to make sure he’s ready for the pain. Merle nods, giving Gloria the cue to hold his stump to the metal. He wreathes and seethes in pain, biting down hard into the towel. Gloria’s hold on Merle’s arm is gentle but firm, she holds his arm in place for a few more moments, counting down the seconds she had learned back in school about how long it took to properly cauterize a wound. She slowly moves his arm away from the metal and lets go of him completely.

“Are you alright?” Gloria looks at him, concerned at how pale he is.

Merle scoffs and waves his only hand at her, “never been better.”

Seeing that he’s still able to joke around, she concludes that he’s not dying any time soon. She goes around the kitchen to find more towels to wrap up Merle’s now cauterized stump to prevent it from getting an infection before they get back to their camp. Merle wanders around the kitchen and ponders to himself as he stares out a window. He looks back to Gloria who had just opened a storage cabinet that was completely empty.

“Ya find anythin’ yet?” Merle says, slowly walking closer to her.

Gloria shakes her head, her back facing Merle, “No, there is literally nothing in here, everything’s empty.”

“'s that so...” Merle reaches Gloria and then shoves her into the cabinet.

“What the fuck?!” Gloria yelps.

Merle quickly closes the cabinet doors and locks her inside. Gloria bangs on the inside of the cabinet for him to let her out.

“No can do, sweetheart. With ya followin’ me out there, ya gon’ get me killed. I’m better off alone, no hard feelin’s though, ya helped a lot.” Merle says as he chains up the outside of the cabinet, so that nothing can get in nor out of it.

“Merle, you son of a bitch, let me out of here right now!” Gloria angrily continues to bang on the cabinet doors.

“Hey hey hey! Relax! Ya said yaself, my brother and yers are gonna come back to get ya, ya'll be fine!” Merle says as he makes his way to the window he had been looking out of.

“Merle! Open this door or I am going to-” the sound of glass shattering interrupts Gloria’s angry rant, “Merle? Merle!”

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Next Chapter

Yep so Merle ditched Gloria... she’s safe though! And sorry there was no Daryl in this chapter, he’s in the next one though, I promise!!

I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

#Daryl Dixon X OC #Daryl Dixon X Original Character #Glenn Sister!OC #Glenn Sister!Original Character #TWD Fanfiction #The Walking Dead Fanfiction #Fated: Season 1 #Fated: S1: Chapter 5

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