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Artemis Fowl - Alex Rider Crossover #31

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"The nighttime brings promises I can't keep

Givin' in is the one thing that I don't need

Got ahead of myself, gotta retrace my steps'

Cause I lost me the moment I took a piece of you

And you may never believe, but I'm sorry

I never meant for it to go this way (this way)

Only wanted the best and I'm stickin' to my story

This was a moment for me, and this was all it could be"

Destin Conrad & Alex Isley –"Same Mistake"

The state of mental disarray Celeste lived in would've broken the average woman. Having a feral pack of vampires follow her home brought on a fear so acute that she fled her cottage that same night and stayed with Mercy until the next morning.

She didn't tell her friend about the encounter, knowing she'd be packed off to a mental ward, or at least temporarily placed under observation at the hospital where Mercy worked as a nurse.

Mercy wasn't stupid.

She sensed immediately that Celeste's distress was beyond the made-up story about a burglar trying to break into her house. Crime happened a lot in the Easy, and any normal person would call the cops and bitch about soaring crime rates. Nothing would come of it, anyway. Outside of homicide, the NOLA police department wasn't known to haul ass for a B&E —breaking and entering. Mercy's suspicions were affirmed by the way Celeste acted, peeking out of the window every half hour like the time an old boyfriend before Freddie harassed her with stalking and drive-bys to her old apartment. All of her clique knew Terry left the city. She told them he had his job to get back to and things weren't going to pan out long distance. Mercy's lips poked out like she was itching to know if Terry was the problem and the reason for running off to her place in the middle of the night.

Celeste slept on the couch in Mercy's apartment and stayed indoors there while her friend left early for work. Daytime was a safe time. Isn't that what the vampire myths claimed it to be? She stared at the old bite wounds on her neck, thigh, and breasts. How could she be so blind to what they were? Terry had her so twisted up in the fog of lust that she glossed over proof that bloodsuckers were fucking real.

She groaned and closed her eyes. Terry manipulated her trust to feed from her.

New Orleans was the popular gothic home of vampire lore in the south. Countless books, movies, TV shows and the like centered it as the breeding ground for supernatural creatures. People made stories about monsters to scare children into being obedient. Bloody Mary. The Boo Hag. Zombies. Shit, even Voodoo still gave folks around those parts the heebie-jeebies even though white people turned it into a commercial joke. They sold Voodoo donuts, Voodoo dolls, and even ran up and down the French Quarter pretending to be Voodoo Witch Doctors giving graveyard tours to visit Madame Marie Laveau.

Like her ancestors before her, Celeste knew Vodun was real. Hoodoo was real. African retentions stayed rooted in the diaspora, and New Orleans was the most African city in America, witnessing unspeakable horrors done to Black people. White people were monsters bringing them to southern American shores. Surely their monstrosity enabled wickedness to flourish on southern soil and everywhere else. Her people danced at carnival, dressed as skeletons, and masked to hide their true selves. What better city to feed in than one that openly courted secrecy, excess, and spooky vibes? If people disappeared or turned up dead, the law and society could blame it on American's natural inclination to be violent with one another…not anything supernatural.

Vampires walked among them.

She swiped the cracked screen of her smartphone, looking up old wives' tales about Terry's kind. None of them supported anything he would be averse to. He had a reflection in the mirror. Crosses didn't bother him. He shook a priest's hand and didn't freak out. Never even flinched when she wore her gold cross necklace. She fed him garlic in the shrimp she cooked. The only things that tripped her up was that he walked around in the daytime, and she never saw him with fangs. Obviously, his teeth were sharp enough to break her skin, but regular human teeth could do that.

Maybe he was a familiar.

Dracula had Renfield. Maybe Terry was The Deacon's Renfield, luring people to their doom.

Celeste rubbed her scalp and swallowed down the anger festering in her chest. She'd made a mistake trusting Terry. She let a pretty boy's face and five-star Michelin dick trick her into submission of diabolical evil. The only saving grace was Terry's absence from her life, and whatever else ran around the Easy that scared the vampires away. She heard them say Old Ones. Perhaps that's what landed on her roof, causing the bloodsuckers to flee. Whatever it was, it didn't harm her, so she had one less monster to worry about.

As long as she stayed active during the day and locked herself in for the night, the vampires couldn't touch her. Had they wanted her dead or sucked dry, they would've done it days ago when she came home from work at night. They seduced people easily. Moved fast. It wouldn't take much to kill her on a dark street. They wanted her alive for a reason: to get Terry.

She texted Mercy and told her she felt better about going home. Made up a story about getting a burglar alarm. While driving to her small neighborhood in Marigny, she kept her neck on swivel to check for suspicious activity. She spent the rest of her time sleeping. She was so tired lately. Fatigue came easy.

Come nightfall, she turned all the lights on in the house and carried a sharp meat-carving knife on her. In her bedroom, she watched the news on her laptop, feeling drowsy. She typed in the words Shelby Springs into the Google search bar and tried to figure out where Terry came from. He claimed that he lived not too far from the place where his cousin was murdered. Three other parishes surrounded Shelby Springs. Typing Terry's name in the search engine brought up pictures of other Terry Richmonds, all white and mostly old.

Going another route, Celeste typed in the name Michael Simmons with Shelby Springs, and a slew of articles filled her screen. She read about a corrupt police force and an attempted coverup. Not one article mentioned Terry's name. Stranger still, four of the officers involved in the corruption scandal had disappeared months after being charged to stand trial. The only members of the force still around happened to be a Black woman who was set to testify against her fellow officers. She quit the force and refused to comment on any of the charges with the media. Celeste wrote her name down: Officer Jessica Sims. A second officer, who had been shot by his own Police Chief, made a move across the country to work at another police force.

If Terry went to help his cousin, surely Officer Sims would have information about his address, or at least the name of the parish he came from. Celeste stared at the screen. Officer Sims' round face looked haunted by something.

Another thought occurred to her, and she grabbed her cell phone. She called her cousin Butchie, who was friends with Travis.

"Butchie, can you text me Travis's number? I need to ask him something."

"About?" Butchie drawled on the other end.

"None of your business."

Butchie sucked his teeth and twenty seconds later, Travis X's number appeared on her screen. She typed it in fast, hitting the send button.

"Who dis?"

"Is that how you answer your phone? It's me, Duchess."

"Sister Celeste? What's going on?"

"Can you tell me, or ask your brother, where Terry lives?"

"Who?"

"Terry. Terry Richmond."

"Who dat?"

"Whatchu mean who dat? Your friend you brought to the Indian practice last month…your brother Scubbie's marine buddy. The one with the green eyes."

"Scubbie was never in the marines and I didn't bring anybody to the bar with green eyes. Have you been smoking that funny herb?"

"He came with you outside when you lit up my cigarette. The pretty boy."

Travis stayed silent.

"Never mind. Sorry to bother you. I thought maybe you knew him. Goodnight."

Celeste tapped her cell phone against her thigh. Terry used Travis to get next to her. He probably induced some type of hypnotic state like those vampires tried to do at her house… Jedi mind-tricked Travis into letting him hang with them. Once he was no longer needed, the memory of Terry faded from his mind.

She shut off the laptop and curled into a ball with the knife in front of her face. Resting her fingers on the handle, she made plans to visit Shelby Springs the next time she had another two consecutive days off.

Celeste drank a red bull to perk herself up for work at the elder care facility. The new client who moved into Miss Irma's old room was a cranky white man who never seemed satisfied with his care there. He often complained that his room was cold and drafty.

"There's no draft and your room faces the garden, the sunniest and warmest part of the building," Celeste said, helping Mr. Crawley with the door so he could move with his walker better to get inside his room.

"I'm telling you people I have a draft in my room and it's too cold, even when I turn up the heat. I pay too much money for this place not to have controlled temperatures," Crawley said.

"May I suggest wearing one of your nice sweaters?" she said.

Celeste grit her teeth, listening to Crawley go off, but she assisted him and nodded her head as his list of complaints grew. She helped him sit at the desk near the window where he wanted to write letters and his autobiography. He probably complained about his life there, too.

"You feel that?" he said.

Crawley held his hand out toward the closed window where sunlight created a square of light on the teal carpet. He grabbed her hand and forced it into the light.

"See?" he said, his pale blue eyes pleading with her to pay attention.

She stood with her fingers splayed out, dust motes floating in the bright light. Where warmth should've been, there was only a cold spot. She moved her hand in different areas around the window and there was definitely an icy chill that shouldn't have been there. Glancing up at the air conditioner vent, she didn't hear it working at that moment. Only the fan whirred, giving a pleasant circulation of air.

"I feel the cold air, Mr. Crawley. I don't know what I can do about it. Is it bothering you?"

"If it stayed in that one spot it wouldn't be a problem." He leaned in conspiratorially, and she moved closer to him. "But it moves around."

"Moves around?"

Crawley's tone of voice lowered, and he genuinely looked agitated by Celeste's facial expression.

"The cold moves around in here," he said.

She glanced at the window and reached her hand into the suspect area. The sun warmed her hand up. The cold spot was gone.

"See? I told you. Now it's all warm and normal again, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

Celeste retrieved a sweater from the hook on the door and placed it on the back of Crawley's seat.

"I'll be back to take you to lunch," Celeste said.

She left the room and worked without incident until she walked down the hallway carrying a bag of collected trash and passed near Crawley's room. A large, cold spot sat in front of his door. The chill startled Celeste. The air in the building had slightly warmed up, but not enough to need the air-conditioning blasting more than it was. She walked through an icy gust and gasped at the sudden drop in temperature. Crawley's door was open. He furiously scribbled at his desk. Celeste moved back and forth between coolness and frigid air. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed someone walking toward the employee break room.

Miss Irma.

Celeste stood cemented to the floor, and Miss Irma turned a corner and glanced back at her. A male co-worker pushed a cart of meds down the hall and stared at Celeste's confused face.

"You alright, Celeste?"

"Did you see someone walk past you?"

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Nope."

She didn't want to walk down the hall. Ignoring a dead woman should've been easy, but Celeste moved along the corridor close to the wall. When she reached the corner, she prayed no one would be there.

"Oh thank God," she sighed, seeing another empty hallway.

She left the building out of the side door to throw away the trash in the dumpster outside. A supervisor named Diane met her back inside the break room. Diane snacked on a bag of chips and a bottle of coke.

"Celeste, can you get in touch with Terry Richmond? He hasn't returned my calls to collect his grandmother's personal effects," Diane said.

"I haven't spoken to him in a long time."

"Well…his grandmother has boxes in our storage room and I'd hate to throw it out. The clothes we can donate to Goodwill, but there are photo albums and books—"

"I'll take them to him. I get off at five."

"You will? That would be great. Do you have time now to get it and put it in your car? I can help you. Mr. Richmond was told that we can hold items for thirty-days and he said he would get them before he left the city. It's been past the deadline."

Celeste followed Diane to the large storage room, and in the back were four medium-sized boxes and two bags of clothes. They took two trips to her car, and she squeezed all the boxes in the back seat and the passenger side. She dumped the contents of an over-sized box into the trunk and folded it up to reuse later at her home.

"Thank you so much. This makes me feel so much better. There are photos and all kinds of irreplaceable things in them. I'd hate to see them dumped in the garbage," Diane said.

"No problem. I'll keep them at my house and he can pick them up the next time I see him."

Diane left her alone. Celeste grabbed her smokes from the glove compartment and took an extra break. She hid herself in the garden and sat on one of the wooden benches. Seeing Miss Irma unearthed troublesome emotions. She worried that her mind was teetering on the verge of mental collapse from the stress and fear. Seeing ghosts on top of vampires was too much. Puffing and fretting, Celeste closed her eyes. Feeling dizzy, she leaned forward, hanging her head between her legs. Goosebumps pricked her skin as the temperature dropped abruptly around her. She shivered in the direct blazing sunlight.

"It's the baby making you feel sick," an elderly female voice said.

Celeste kept her eyes closed and head low, too afraid to open them or move. Reeling, she prayed silently and hoped that she wouldn't pass out.

"Don't be afraid. You know I won't hurt you…I just have to talk to you."

Celeste opened her eyes and focused her attention on the grass beneath her feet. She looked slightly to her right and noticed a pair of feet encased in pretty yellow house slippers. Moving her gaze higher, she recognized the simple pink floral dress, and the pale wrinkled hands.

"I'm scared," Celeste said.

The hand of a dead woman pulled her up, and they looked at one another eye to eye on the bench.

"Is this real? Or am I losing my mind?" Celeste asked.

Miss Irma's eyes twinkled. She looked more alive and vibrant than her last days at the assisted living facility.

"Your mind is fine, baby. Just fine."

"You're really a ghost, then?"

"That indeed. May I?"

Miss Irma pointed to Celeste's stomach. Celeste sat back.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Miss Irma rested her soft hand on Celeste's belly. The warmth she exuded seemed so real. Ghosts were supposed to be smoky and floaty. Miss Irma sat next to her like the most solid and alive person on the planet.

"Well, now…Papa didn't waste no time," Miss Irma said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You are pregnant, child. It's still early, but you are about to become a mama for my great-granddaddy."

"That can't be true."

"Getting pregnant?"

"Terry being your great-granddaddy…he's not even…he's not…"

"You know it's true. I can see in your eyes you know his secret…what he is. On this side, they tell me that you've done the impossible, so now I must tell you something important…something I was too weak to say before I died."

Miss Irma cradled Celeste's hands, which shook so badly that the ghost had to clamp them down tight between her palms.

"You have my things. Look through them so you may know Papa's story. He was human once upon a time ago. I spent my long life documenting all I could for my grandson Michael, but he's gone and can't hold the secret for our family. Papa wanted me to tell his story. But my mind started fading and I couldn't finish my work. Now you have become my family, Celeste. There are beings in the world who mean Papa harm… and your baby, too. They hide in plain sight in other places, but because Papa came back here, they might come for him."

"Other vampires?"

"Les Gargouilles…gargoyles. They will seek him out and kill him. Their kind are enemies to Papa. Enemies to that child if they find out about you carrying a vampire's baby."

"I've seen a few gargoyle statues in the Quarter that were never here before."

"Oh no, then it may be too late."

Miss Irma rose from her seat and looked off into the distance. She paced in front of Celeste.

"They're not active in the daytime, so you're safe, even when they hunt at night. I've tracked many during my lifetime taking pictures of them all over the world. They protect humans and won't harm you because you're a child of God. The baby will be safe until it's born and out of your body…oh no…oh no…"

Miss Irma looked at her hands. They began to disintegrate, starting at her fingertips.

"Celeste! He loves you…he—"

Miss Irma's body broke apart and floated away like the graying ash of a dying fire.

Too stunned to move, Celeste sat on the bench for the rest of her shift. She wandered away only when the sun went down. Climbing into her car, she thought of what to do with the information given to her. After an hour of sitting in her driver's seat, she drove herself to the drugstore and bought an early detection pregnancy kit.

At home, she tested herself twice.

She was positive both times.

Chapter 11 HERE.

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COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 2

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*in an Uber pt 3*

Soap: Is it that big of a deal?

Gaz: YES!

Soap: It’s just two people who love each other.

Soap: “Love Is Love”, that’s what the gay people say.

Gaz: Well, fuck them homosexuals because love and love is not the same thing in this situation.

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Makarov, holding out a gun: Put your hands up!

Price: No.

Makarov: …what?

Price: I said no.

Makarov: Why not?

Price: I don’t want to. 😒

Makarov: But I’ve got a gun.

Price: I don’t care. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Makarov: But…doesn’t make any sense! (Ō👄Ō)

Price: Too bad!

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Ghost, holding in his laughter: Johnny, I have something really important to tell you…

Soap, looking up from his sketch book: What’s up, love?

Ghost, smiling: I wanna get a job cleaning mirrors…

Soap: … *realizes this is a dad joke*

Ghost, still holding a laugh: It’s something I can really-

Soap, getting up and walking away: NO.

Ghost: -can really SEE myself doing… *breaks off into wheezing laughter*

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*Soap as soon as Price takes his eyes off of him*

Soap: Eureka! That’s it! 😃

Soap: I’ll run away! 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

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Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I let him drive just in case we get pulled over.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; everybody thinks his credit score is good 'cause of me.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can wear bonnets and he can't, 'cause he'll get cancelled.

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every time we go out to eat the old people stare at us.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; every time you see me take a family picture, people scream "get out".

Alex: We're an interracial couple; every night he leaves the stove light on, and I think it's raising our electricity bill.

Gaz: We're an interracial couple; I can say certain words that he can't, like: NI-

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Price: Are you stuck?

Gaz, hanging from a bloody rope once again: ...I AM. 😭

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Ghost: What the hell were you thinking?!

Soap: You told me not to think!

Ghost: … (Ô_Ô)

Soap: … (Û~Û)💅🏻

Ghost: … (Ō_Ō) *this bitch…*

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(Alejandro and Rudy making fun of Graves)

Rudy, laughing: PARECE ZORRILLO— 🤣

*Alejandro and Rudy fall on the ground laughing their asses off*

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Laswell: Wow, a surprisingly peaceful, domestic moment.

Laswell: When will it be ruined?

Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost: LASWELL!! 😫😫😫😫

Laswell: There it is! -_-💢

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Laswell, who’s been hearing them flirt over coms for 50 minutes: Why don’t you two cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit you have sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost and Soap: WOAH-!

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(Laswell asking why they all joined the army)

Ghost: NO- *buries face into a pillow*

Laswell: Ghost, why’d you join the army? 😆

Ghost, whining into the pillow: I don’t know… 😭

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Laswell: Soap, why’d you join the army?

Soap: So I can fire guns! 😃

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Gaz: … 😐

Gaz: I’ll answer that question with another question…

Gaz: Why the fuck did think this was a good idea? 🥲

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army, John?

Price: Because I had nothing better to do.

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Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Rudy: …’cause I’m a fucking idiot. 😐 *spanish rage*

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alejandro: Why’d I join the army?

Alejandro: For money.

Laswell: What money? 🤨

—

Laswell: Why’d you join the army?

Alex: To find a battle boo. 😂

Laswell: 😂

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Laswell: Farah, why’d you-

Farah: Wait- *takes off headphones*

Farah: Okay, what?

Laswell, chuckling: Why’d you join the army?

Farah: Shit…

Farah: I don’t know my guy.

Laswell: Cream? 🙂

Farah: Cream. 😌

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Ghost, smiling: Knock knock.

Soap, already so over it: Who’s there? 😒

Ghost: I eat mop.

Soap: I eat mop who?-

Soap: Ugh, Simon! *walking away*

*Ghost wheezes in pure bliss*

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*in an Uber pt 4*

Gaz: I’m not open to this. At all.

Soap: Why you not open—GET open to it.

Gaz: The only thing that was open here was..your mom’s damn legs.

Gaz: And she should’ve kept them closed for her brother.

Soap: 😧

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Shepherd: Here we go…

Shepherd: 15 years and 14 hours later…

Shepherd: Best brisket in Texas.

Graves, who purposely gave Shepherd the wrong recipe: 😏 (GRAVES, YOU EVIL BI-)

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Farah: How did you know that you always wanted to be a professional Drug Cartel Leader?

Valeria: I just wanted to be a star in any way I got it.

Valeria: I said if I didn't become a star by thirty-five I was just gonna become a serial killer.

Farah: ...well, girl, how old are you? I'm getting nervous... 😨

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Gaz: Hi! I'm the witch that won't turn you into a frog because amphibians are people too!

Gaz: Kyle Garrick! *pulls out a frog and lets it hop away*

Ghost: ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.

Gaz: ...

Ghost: I'm Simon.

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141 Office Drabble 5 Part B

Price: *after having gathered everyone when the new team members left* I have no idea how or why you have weapons here, BUT I want them gone.

Alex: *raises his hand*

Price: Yes, Alex?

Alex: But what about the ghosts?

Price: There are no bloody ghosts. You heard but didn't see Y/N talking because they were behind a door.

Farah: *holds up her hand*

Price: *is anything but prepared for what she has to say* Yes, Farah?

Farah: Have you considered that you are wrong?

Y/N: But I was right there!

Farah: You see, this is not the first time we have heard the ghosts.

Y/N: Are you just pretending not to hear or see me? I swear to any god listening if you're trying to make me think I'm invisible again-

Price: Y/N, you're not invisible and there's a fucking contract everyone signed saying we don't play that game anymore for a reason. Farah, there's no such thing as ghosts.

Farah: Then how do you explain the footsteps on the roof we hear all the time?

Gaz: That's just the wind blowing. Buildings move just slightly nd make noise.

Farah: Is it? I think there is something sinister happening here, Captain.

Soap: *holds hand up*

Price: *groans* Yes, Soap?

Soap: Can I be excused to go to the toilet?

Price: Just take the weapons home! Everyone is dismissed! *throws his hands up in the air and walks away*

Alex: *leans over to Farah* Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Farah: Operation Boo Hunt is live.

Ghost: *sighs* I don't get paid enough.

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Ordinary People

Ordinary People https://ift.tt/kS4OLBW by UnicornFlowers "It happened to him, the fist against bone, the hate fueled words filling up his ears while blood filled his sinuses, but he wasn’t the only one affected. June still cries sometimes when he FaceTimes her, even three weeks after the fact, her eyes scrunching up in that way Alex knows is not meant to look as sad as it is. And she apologizes and wipes them away as quick as she can and they stumble into the next strain of conversation as easily as they always have but he knows. He knows what she sees and it’s not just Alex.   And when he asks Nora for concealer she tells him that he was beautiful before and is beautiful now and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of and don’t let him win, Alex. But if there’s nothing to be ashamed of then why does it look so ugly, so vile and swollen and bloody and like a physical manifestation of the hate he supposedly fights so hard against."   Or: The follow up no one asked for. Can be read as a standalone if you don't care about context. Words: 2447, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of America sucks. Boo. Two thumbs down. Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Hate Crimes, Implied/Referenced Violence, Injury is semi-explicitly described, But no actual violence takes place in this one, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Tenderness, Always with the tenderness guys, The boys cry a lot in this one via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/Emu4Ckg August 16, 2023 at 02:45PM

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i have been away in portugal (and still am), so posts have been infrequent due to that but here is like the entire month of june posts

17/06/23 - "go, stink, fuck it up, go, stink, fuck it up go, stink, that's what's up, go, stink, i'm in love hey, boo-boo, too much complexity to learn me from google my momma told me that the money outgrew you my horoscope said i'm really out my noodle" america has a problem (feat. kendrick lamar) by beyonce

18/06/23 - "'cause in my head in my head, i do everything right when you call, i'll forgive and not fight all the moments i play in the dark wild and fluorescent come home to my heart, uh" supercut by lorde

19/06/23 - "i hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth i hope you find some paradise (tell them, tell 'em the truth) tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell them your- i've been goin' through somethin' one thousand, eight hundred and 55 days i've been goin' through somethin' be afraid" united in grief by kendrick lamar

20/06/23 - "you don't hate the summers you're just afraid of the space askin' strangers for answers to forget what they say" maine by noah kahan

21/06/23- "i've been having a hard time adjusting i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting i didn't know if you'd care if i came back i have a lot of regrets about that pulled the car off the road to the lookout" this is me trying by taylor swift

22/06/23- "i feel better tired, that’s why i’m up all night i think of what i’d say to you if you opened your eyes i can’t keep the light out, no i can’t sleep at all" straight faced by spacey jane

23/06/23- "if i was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me and if you were drowned at sea i'd give you my lungs so you could breathe" brother by kodaline

24/06/23- "pretty face with pretty bad dreams no one knows i cry in my sleep waking up, feeling like shit it's a normal thing to feel like this i don't care, i'm feeling down i wanna stay home, never go outside summer depression comes every year i just want to disappear" summer depression by girl in red

25/06/23- "where did i go wrong? i lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness and i would have stayed up with you all night had i known how to save a life" how to save a life by the fray

26/06/23 - "time slows to let me jog along high hopes, don't last me very long but winding roads, they never seem to stop and i'll sink" sink by noah kahan

27/06/23 - "i think i'm feeling it now just like you did taking hits for you 'cause i wanna feel like i'm supposed to i could disappear if this is what makes me feel so real" break by alex g

28/06/23 - "gonna crack a rib when i get home i'm gonna bury you in my favorite hole i made a bloody mess in the kitchen sink i tried to fix myself but i didn't think" pretend by alex g

[yessoupy]

my favorite baseball game (15 april 2007)

below is something i wrote in 2012 to commemorate my favorite baseball game.

This was inspired by a thread on Myspace about how awesome Mariano Rivera is, even though he's kind of old. Whenever the-last-remaining-#42 is mentioned, just one game comes to mind, one glorious game in April.

I wrote this little ditty and posted it in that thread, but decided that here would be a good, permanent home for it.

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I will tell you about my favorite Mariano Rivera outing. I invite you all to share your own.

Over a year ago in the bright sunlight of the Oakland Coliseum, it’s a day game in April, and the date is Sunday the 15th.

The attendance is 35,077, the same it’s been for the whole series – a sellout crowd (in more ways than one). The Yankees are in town. More than just the famed Mariano Rivera is wearing the number 42.

Rich Harden is pitching.

A two-run first inning had put the A's up early, but their bats were unable to produce the rest of the game.

Goose eggs for both teams until the seventh inning, where after two pitches to Alex Rodriguez (a strike and a ball) Jason Kendall trots out to the mound in all his veteran glory and is joined by home plate umpire Laz Diaz and then the pitching coach, manager, and trainer.

Meanwhile, Rodriguez gets treatment of his own for a bloody nose.

Rich shakes his head at Larry Davis and speaks some in his Canadian tongue, which he slips into in moments of frustration and pain. (Davis, of course, is well-versed in Canadian after spending so much time with the oft-injured pitcher.)

Rich shrugs, nods, and smirks at manager Bob Geren, who is not so familiar with Canadian and steps off the mound to allow Rich to throw some pitches. Rich throws one high and windmills his shoulder. He insists upon staying in the game and Geren, lulled into a false sense of security by the Canadian's charm and gentle smirk, lets him stay in.

Rodriguez, bloody nose taken care of, steps into the box. He works a double off Rich and Geren heads back to the mound and takes the ball from that tricky Canadian. He is done for the day, done for the week, and done for most of the season.

Joe Kennedy (may he rest in peace) enters the game to face Jason Giambi (who is being heartily booed by the Oakland faithful). His first pitch ends up in right field and there are runners on the corners with no outs, Jorge Posada up to the plate. He scorches a double down the left field line on the 9th pitch of the at-bat, scoring Rodriguez and sending Giambi, not exactly fleet of foot, to third. Rich's run has scored and the lead is hanging on by a thread with men on second and third and no outs. The sun beats down on Joe's fair skin and the temperature rises.

Giambi scores on a sacrifice fly by Robinson Cano and it’s a tie ballgame. It’s 2-2 and Rich’s win is gone. Joe has blown the save and with one out and a runner on third he can only hope to get back into the dugout without giving up another run.

Kiko Calero is up in the bullpen.

The Yankees take the lead on a sac fly from Melky Cabrera and Joe keeps sweating. Doug Mientkiewicz strikes out trying to check his swing and the inning is over.

But in the 8th, Joe gives up another run to make it 4-2, Yankees. Kiko comes in to finish of the inning and Jay Marshall pitches a scoreless 9th.

Athletics fans shake their heads when Mariano Rivera steps in, that number 42 on his back making them wince, thinking of their broken starter on this Jackie Robinson Day (not to mention the closer’s impeccable stats and spotless baseball reputation).

Eric Chavez grounds out on the first pitch of his at bat and A’s fans sigh.

Bobby Crosby hits a fly ball to right field, giving the A’s fans a brief rush of “Maybe, could he possibly …?” before it lands in Bobby Abreu’s glove. The A’s fans either sit down to wait out the last out or walk up the aisles to beat the traffic home.

Todd Walker (who else remembered he had a stint with the A’s in 2007?) slaps a basehit to left field and some of those fans walking out slide into a seat, just in case.

Jason Kendall is at bat and as he is swinging through a pitch Todd takes second base on defensive indifference. Jason takes on a 3-1 count and the umpire calls a strike. Geren hollers from the A’s dugout and A’s fans make themselves known. “Are ya crazy, blue? That was a mile high! Who’s payin’ your salary -- Steinbrenner?”

Marco Scutaro is on deck, taking his swings and waiting for the moment he was born for.

Jason fouls off the next pitch and the pitch after that and the one after that goes off his ankle. He’s a hard-nosed gamer not afraid to get dirty, but that’s not what he’s getting paid to do as an Oakland Athletic; he’s getting paid to get on base.

Jason steps back in and waves his bat and takes a pitch high and at his hands. As he takes his base the remaining A’s fans get to their feet – the winning run is at the plate and it’s Marco Scutaro holding the bat!

Posada walks out to the mound and pats Rivera on the back. Maybe he’s saying what to throw next, maybe he’s talking about what Marco’s weaknesses are, and maybe he’s just telling him a joke. Whatever it is, Marco waits patiently, prepared.

Batting ninth in this game Marco has struck out twice and grounded to short, hardly anyone’s best hope in this kind of situation, but all of Oakland remembers his magical doubles and how the stadium shook with their shouts of his name last October, the team clean and crisp and finally finally winning.

Rivera paints the black for a called strike and Marco steps back, appraising the opposing pitcher. He bows his head, adjusts his helmet, and eyes his bat as if to say, “You got a hit in you? Please, jus’ don’ strike out.” He spits in the dirt and steps back in, tapping the ground with his bat and digging in with his cleats. Marco pulls the next pitch foul and the crowd is so full of Yankees fans that hardly a sound goes up in hope. Marco steps out of the box and applies more pine tar to his bat.

It’s the bottom of the ninth. There are two outs. Todd Walker is on second, Jason Kendall is on first, the score is 4-2 favoring the visitors and Marco stands in with an 0-2 count. The crowd gets loud, Yankees fans cheering for a strike and Oakland fans just wanting to get another man on for Bradley. They dare not hope for more. Their tender hearts are already hurting from the loss of their short right-handed power pitcher.

The runners take their leads off their respective bases.

Rivera leans in, gets his sign, then straightens up.

Marco peers out intently from under the brim of his batting helmet and the ball is on its way.

Marco makes contact to left field, it’s high, it’s away, it’s heading towards the foul pole --

“If it’s fair, it’s ------ GONE! THE A’S WIN IT! SCUTARO WINS IT! Celebrate -- Oakland A’s, are you kidding me?”

Marco rounds the bases after Todd and Jason, rushing to meet the clutch of his teammates surrounding home plate, smiles splashed across their faces and the A’s fans, out-cheering the Yankees fans for once, shouting his name --

“MAR-CO! SCU-TA-RO!”

--

Rivera left Oakland that April 15th, still looking for his first save of the 2007 season.

[lil228]

Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 8

WARNING- Spoilers for both the book and the movie

Despite the fact that Henry’s mom is dealing with a lot, but she’s still here for her son. That’s so sweet! We love supportive moms!

Catherine is so nice to Alex and that’s just so sweet.

I have a feeling the meeting with Queen Mary’s not going to go well.

Would she technically be Queen Mary The II? When dose the books timeline diverge from our own? I mean Anne Boylen is mentioned, and it seems the rest of history is mostly the same so I’m going to guess it diverges around 2015 ish. That would mean that she is Queen Mary II

Dose Trump exist in this timeline? It dosen’t really seem like it. So dose he not exist at all or did he just never get involved in politics? Dose Hillary Clinton exist? I mean she must exist at least as a former first lady but did she- none of this actually matters. I mean it’s what I thought about but it’s not important to the book.

Queen Mary is the worst! Not only is she homophobic but she’s also racist! Boo! Hiss!

Look I don’t want to be that guy but there might be some parallels between the fictional Queen Mary and the really Queen Elizabeth. And this came out before Meagn and Harry talked to Orpha. 

It’s also probably not a coincidence that this queen is named Mary, which is also the name of Mary I- half sister to Elizabeth I, and who is often called bloody Mary. 

I just want to give poor Henry a hug. He dosen’t deserve this bullsh*t

Catherine really is a good mum.

Yes Henry stand up for yourself sweet boy!

Alex dosen’t need you permission to do anything ma’am! (Queen Mary) He dosen’t even have to bow to you! I googled it out of curiosity one day, Americans- and any non-brit for that matter- don’t have to bow to the Queen or King of England 

 Philp shut the f*ck up, nobody aksed why are you even here?

I watched the movie, so I knew what was coming, but it was so much better and more heartwarming in the book somehow.

The Alex and Henry were here banner got a good laugh out of me.

Look I know this whole thing seems pretty cheesy, but straight people have the whole Hallmark Channel, queer people should get cheesy romance too!

Yes Catherine! You go future queen!

Philp! Shut. The. Fu*k. Up!

Bea is the MVP for getting Philp the hell out of there.

Okay that mural sounds stunning! I hope there’s fan art! I’d do it myself but I cannot draw, like at all.

I wish that headline was real! Also is Dykes on Bikes is a real thing? Oh my gosh it is! And it’s a motorcycle group! I don’t know why I thought it was a cycling group, it being a motorcycle group makes way more sense!

I love that June bought merch, also I would a thousand percent buy and wear a “History, huh?” t-shirt. Both in the book universe and in this one.

Uh where the f*ck is Nora? What is she doing? Is she okay?

Lol, I love that Nora just bursts in, and addresses the President of United States by shouting her first name.

The Richards campaign! They’re responsible? Invading people’s privacy and outing them for a political campaign is just a whole new zip code of f*cked up.

Wait! Wait! Rafael Luna told Nora about the leaks! Holy heel-face turn batman!

I’m so exited for Henry and Alex to be together publicly. 

Okay this books timeline/universe is clearly better than ours

No Trump (or at least he’s not involved in politics)

A gay prince 

A bi first son

A beloved high profile same sex couple 

No Covid

I’m really impressed by June’s speech writing abilities

I love Amy! She’s the best!

Amy has a WIFE? Just when I couldn’t thought she couldn’t get better! She’s been gay the whole time! Why am I just learning this now!

Amy is trans too!

After a quick google search I learned that Amy was played by a trans actress in the movie! That’s amazing!

 Cash is pan! Damn Helen and Zahra are the only straight ones in the White House! 

“Stupid Sam the Eagle face” got a good laugh out of me.

Okay so Senator Luna actually that bad, but he did switch sides, so I’m going to keep prediction point.

Okay nevermind, he was double agent the whole time! I’ll give back my prediction point I’m back down to 7.

Holy Sh*th Richards is a truly terrible person. He outed two young adults and he abused/ is abusing/sexualy exploting his staffers! What a POS.

Henry staying in the Queens Room- which is Dolores Umbridge of pink- made me giggle. But is makes sense, the internet tells me it is named after the many royals who have stayed there.

It makes me so happy that Alex gets to do all of the official royal suitor things!

I’m just so happy that these two get to love each other publicly now. 

The youth shelters! 

Why is Philip here. Go away!

Okay, maybe I was a bit harsh, Philip is at least trying to be nice.

Nora and Alex getting exited about their futures is so cute!

The jacket is a really nice touch.

I audibly squealed when June said she got a book deal.

It’s sweet that the candid photo is the one that got published.

Out of everything in this book I having the hardest time believing that Texas voting blue.

Henry wearing a tie with yellow rose tie, because of the yellow rose of Tx is so adorable. 

Liam! I was not expecting that! 

  Liam reaching out to Alex after he got outed was really nice of him.

Okay, we must protect Spencer at all costs 

I can relate to June stress eating.

Cash dancing on the chair made me giggle!

Amy is still the flipping best!

I think Zahra gets a pass for making out in public. She was incredibly stressed like two seconds ago.

Henry bought a place in Brooklyn! Squeal! 

Zahra is going to need the worlds longest nap after all of this

Henry being on stage during the victory speech! Oh my heart!

The double meaning of we won is just brilliant! 

Alex and Henry in Alex’s childhood home is so adorable! 

[elithebest0o0]

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon at Lincoln High School, and the cafeteria was buzzing with activity. The aroma of grilled cheese and pizza filled the air, while students chatted with friends and scrolled through their phones.

But then, everything changed.

Michael, a popular football player, stormed into the cafeteria with a look of fury on his face. He was holding his lunch tray tightly, his fingers digging into the plastic.

"Where is he?" Michael roared, scanning the room with his eyes.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the far end of the cafeteria. It was Alex, a lanky sophomore with glasses, surrounded by a group of students who were egging him on.

Michael stormed over to the group, pushing students out of his way.

"I can't believe you would do this, man," Michael growled, his eyes locked onto Alex's.

Alex shrank back, his eyes flickering with fear. "Do what?" he stuttered.

"You know exactly what!" Michael yelled, his voice echoing across the crowded room. "You stole Eliza from me!"

A hush fell over the cafeteria, and all eyes turned to the trio. Eliza, a pretty junior with long brown hair and a shy smile, had been the center of attention for weeks. Both Michael and Alex had been vying for her attention, and it seemed as though she had finally made a choice.

Alex bristled, his face flushing with anger. "I didn't steal her," he spat. "She chose me. You can't handle that I'm better for her than you are."

Michael's fist slammed against the table, causing trays to rattle and food to spill. "Are you kidding me?" he snarled. "You're nothing compared to me, man. I'm the star quarterback - I have everything going for me. You're just a skinny nerd."

Alex's eyes flashed with fury. In one swift motion, he knocked over his own tray and lunged at Michael, gripping his shirt with both hands.

The two boys tumbled backwards, crashing into the table behind them. Dishes fell and food flew everywhere as the students around them shouted and cheered.

Michael and Alex grappled on the ground, punching and kicking each other in a frenzy. Despite Michael's strength and size, Alex seemed to be holding his own. His glasses were askew on his face, and his hair was mussed, but he didn't give up.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a group of teachers arrived and pulled the boys apart. Michael had a black eye and bruises on his arms, while Alex had a bloody nose and a split lip.

The cafeteria was in chaos - food was smeared on the floor, and students were cheering or booing. But all eyes were on Eliza, who had been watching the whole thing with a mixture of shock and horror.

She walked over to the two boys, her eyes filling with tears.

"I never wanted this to happen," she whispered. "I never wanted you to fight over me."

The boys didn't say anything, but both of them knew that things would never be the same again. The fight had changed everything - for them, for Eliza, and for everyone who was there to witness it.

[scentedflowersong]

We're in deep shite, my friends... this is not a drill

Look beyond the cut at your own risk...

Zelena and SQ discuss the Sandersons' demise, Regina is concerned about so much power seemingly just disappearing, when Billy and Gilbert arrive, Billy finally able to move on and rest in piece - good for him (who would've ever thought about bringing a dead boyfriend back to life, right Regina? Lol)

With Will still under the queen's spell, Jabob shatters the magic mirror, shattering the queen as well, and the Woodsman, finally coming to his senses hurls the remains of it out the tower window - but as Will jumps at him wanting to save the mirror, both men fall from the tower which now also collapses - and that, ladies and gentlemen, is amateurism at its best

The Forbidden forest seems to suck the life force out of Kara, much to Alex's or rather the JABBERWOCKY's delight - turns out Alex, the real one is held somewhere and the impostor was Jabberwocky all along

What's worse though, JW says a spell has been cast, which will bring the awakening - bloody hell, they JUST got rid of the Sandersons, this is one LONG Halloween nightmare

On the lighter note, Rumple is revealed to be a total goofball for his granddaughter, and unsurprisingly, the GBBO fan, I mean, naturally, good for you, old man

David, Mulan and SQ look for survivors among the ruins of the tower and find Jacob and his half-dead brother - luckily, David also finds Snow (as ALWAYS) and their true love's kiss breaks the tower queen's spell over the other kidnapped women

Ruby and Mulan's reunion is especially sweet, I think it gave me a cavity 🥰

All joy is soon forgotten though, as Lena comes running for help, telling Emma and Regina about JW's return, and they immediately go help Kara...

...who has lost her uneven battle against Jabberwocky and lays motionless on the forest floor as Xena, no not Xena, just some WITCH inhabitting her body enters the scene - turns out it's JW's mother, and the two of them are dead set on getting to Maria - bloody fuck

However, when Emma, Regina, and Lena finally arrive at the spot, it appears to be too late for Kara BUT Swan Queen do six impossible things before breakfast so the also save their daughter's life (why am I crying, Kara couldn't just, goddamnit, hand me the tissues)

Meanwhile at the festival, Traske gets booed out of town (hopefully) when he tries to badmouth Storybrooke's beloved mayor and sheriff

And as Medea - the Tripple Goddess herself, apparently - goes to take Maria, Rumple tries to stop her...

...but to no avail, as the former Dark One is obviously no match for a literal goddess - the dark magic incarnate, let's just hope Morpheus and Hades aren't the only gods who can die...

Something Wicked This Way Comes, Chapter 21

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. (Watching the lightning split the sky from a downstairs window, Rumplestiltskin’s expression is inscrutable before he closes the curtains and returns to the task at hand.) Rumplestiltskin: “Come out, come out wherever you are. (Walking into Regina’s office, he runs a finger over a random bookcase shelf and inspects it. Smiling when the digit shows no trace of dust, Rumplestiltskin catches sight of two little feet sticking out from beneath one of the sofas in the room. Taking a seat on the opposite sofa, Rumplestiltskin gives a little cough. Poking her head out from her hiding place, Maria gives him a radiant smile:) Found you.” Maria: “Finally! What took you so long, Grandpa?” Rumplestiltskin: “I think it’s safe to come out now. (While Maria pulls herself out from beneath the sofa:) It’s getting late, are you sure you’re not tired?” Maria: (Shrugs:) “I took a nap earlier. I can’t really sleep if my moms aren’t around.” Rumplestiltskin: (Nods:) “I can understand that. Bae was the same when he was growing up.” Maria: “What about Gideon?” Rumplestiltskin: (Chuckles:) “He takes after his mother. They both could sleep through almost anything. So, if you’re not tired, what should we do next?” Maria: “Well, my school’s having a baking competition. I’m making lasagna, just like my mom. But my friend Tara said it’s stupid.” Rumplestiltskin: “Well, that’s not very nice. I think anyone who doesn’t like your mother’s lasagna has no taste. I trust she’s told you the secret that makes it so good?” Maria: “Uh huh. Red pepper flakes. Gives it some kick.” Rumplestiltskin: (Smiles:) “That’s right.” Chapter continues on AO3… Chapter 21

[macabrebatz]

How You Met The Candyman

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader, cursing, mentioning of canon typical violence

Author’s Note: This is probably the best one shot out of all of my “how you met the slashers” series.

"You know what we should do?"

It was Friday night, and you and a couple of your friends had decided to have a sleepover at your house. You all were laid out in your living room. Blankets and sleeping bags were laid throughout the floor. Almost every pillow in the house was also in the living room, most of which were also on the floor.

You walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, adding to the multitude of snacks and drinks lined up on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You grabbed a pillow off the ground and plopped on the couch beside your friend, Alex.

"What should we do?" you asked.

"Yeah, what should we do besides watching this movie because it suuuucckks," your other friend, Emma, said. She was laying on the ground watching the TV.

"Let's play Bloody Mary," Alex said.

"Boo, no," Emma said from the floor.

"Why not?" Alex said, throwing up their hands.

"Maybe because it's for kids, and it's not real," you said.

"What about Candyman?" Alex suggested.

"What the hell is that?" Emma questioned, turning on her side from her spot on the floor.

"Yeah, I've never heard of that. Only Candyman I know is Willy Wonka," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh my gosh, are we going to summon Willy Wonka? Now that shit sounds scary," Emma said.

"No, man. You guys seriously haven't heard of Candyman?" Alex asked.

Both you and Emma shook your heads. Alex's shocked face quickly formed into a smirk as they reached for their phone.

"Whatcha doing?" Emma asked.

"I'm going to tell you guys the backstory of Candyman," Alex said as they typed away on their phone.

After a couple of minutes, it appeared that Alex had pulled up an article on the phone.

"Let's dim the lights. Make it a little spooky in here," Alex said.

"Yes, sir," you said jokingly as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the light switch and fiddled around with the knob to dim the lights. The switch was old and your family barely used it so turning it was a slow process. You looked up at the lights as you did so. Now the room was filled with more ambient lighting, similar to a movie theater as the lights would go down when a movie began.

"I thought we grew out of ghost stories a long time ago," you said as you sat back down.

"Who said this was a ghost story? This actually happened," Alex said.

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that. Let's hear it," Emma said as she sat up on the floor.

"In the 1800s there was a tragic death of a man by the name of Daniel Robitaille. He was a painter in Chicago. The legend told that Daniel was the son of a slave who became extremely wealthy after inventing a machine that mass-produced shoes during the American Civil War. Daniel grew up to become a well-known painter, most famous for capturing a person's status in portraits. Sometime around 1890, the young painter had been commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture the beauty of his daughter, a white virgin," Alex stated.

"This doesn't sound scary at all," you mumbled.

"Shut up and listen," Alex said, bringing the phone closer to their face.

"The painter's only real sin was falling in love with the girl in question with whom they were to have a child out of wedlock. Unfortunately, the girl's father had discovered their relationship and was left so outraged that he hired a lynch mob to find and kill the young painter. As the mob chased him down the streets of Chicago, they eventually overpowered him and sawed off his right hand with a rusty blade."

"What the fuck? That's messed up," Emma said.

Alex nodded and continued to read.

"Daniel's body was then smeared with honey from a local apiary, causing the bees to sting him to death and prompting the future generations of the neighborhood to call him Candyman," Alex said, sitting the phone down.

"Ok? That's seriously fucked up and tragic, but how is that scary to us," you questioned.

"Well, if you let me finish. I'll explain," Alex said.

You pretended to lock your mouth and throw away the key, indicating that you were listening.

"Legend has it that Candyman's vengeful spirit still lurks throughout Chicago. He'll also show up anywhere you summon him. It's a lot like Bloody Mary. Go in the bathroom, say his name five times in the mirror, and he shows up to kill you," Alex explained.

"May I speak now?" you asked.

"Yeah."

"Why would I do that? Why would I willingly summon someone who is going to kill me?" you said while laughing.

"For fun, (Y/N)! Have you ever done something just for the fun of it?" Alex said.

"Since when is willingly summoning ghosts fun?" Emma said from the floor.

"Yeah, what she said. I don't fuck around with that shit. Ninety percent of horror movies could be avoided if people would stop fucking with the supernatural," you said.

Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"Screw you guys," they said.

A few hours passed and your friends were down for the count. Alex and Emma were both fast asleep. You on the other hand was wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. You looked at the time.

It was a little past 3 and you weren't even tired. You were just bored. You sighed as you put your phone down and got up to go to the bathroom.

You turned on the light and were instantly met with your reflection in the large bathroom mirror. You may have not felt tired but you certainly looked it. You turned the water on and splashed your face a little. You looked back into the mirror, making eye contact with yourself.

You thought back on what Alex had said earlier. All of that stuff about Candyman.

You didn't believe in ghost stories for the most part, so why not? Nothing could possibly happen, right?

"Screw it," you mumbled, standing up straight.

Your reflection stared back at you.

"Candyman," you said.

You glanced around the bathroom and then back at the mirror.

"Candyman."

You then cracked the bathroom door open, making sure your voice hadn't woken your friends.

"Candyman."

You closed the door with your hand as your eyes stayed glued to the mirror.

"Candyman."

All of a sudden, you had goosebumps. The hair on your arms was standing up. It was such a strange feeling. The air seemed colder, and the bathroom seemed quieter.

"Candyman."

You gulped taking a look around the bathroom.

Nothing.

You looked back in the mirror.

Nothing.

It was just you staring back.

There was no mysterious man from the past without a hand.

"See," you said to yourself, "what did you expect?"

You turned to exit the bathroom but to your shock, the nob wouldn't turn.

"What the hell?"

You tried turning it again. It didn't even feel locked. It felt jammed as if it was glued in place. You tried wiggling it then turning again but it wouldn't budge.

"Hey, someone let me out of here!" you called out, slapping your hand on the door.

The lights began to flicker over the top of your head. You looked up, confused. That lightbulb was basically brand new.

You would admit that you were beginning to become panicked. You banged on the door again, trying to get the attention of your friends.

"Guys! I'm locked in! Please help!" you called out to no avail. They couldn't hear you and you had no idea why.

The flickering of the lights began to get worse and worse and your heart rate had begun to elevate. You could hear it pounding away in your chest, beating in your ears.

And in a blink of an eye, the lights were out.

It was pitch black.

And you were terrified.

"Guys! Let me out! This isn't funny!"

If being locked in wasn't scary enough, the dark was a sure-fire way to terrify you to your core.

"I am the writing on the wall, the sweet smell of blood. Be my victim," a powerful voice beamed down. It shook you, causing you to back up against the invisible source.

The light flickered again, causing you to see the figure looming over you. You weren't sure who it was but after what you just did, you had a good fucking idea.

He walked closer to you. The bathroom was small and you had nowhere to go.

Cold metal met the side of your face, gently sliding down to your chin. You realized it was a hook.

Despite the flickering lights, the closer he got the more you could see his face. For a supernatural vengeful spirit, he was handsome. In fact, he was so handsome that it calmed your nerves a bit.

"You're mine," he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. The light had stopped flickering and the door behind gave way, flinging open. You lost your balance and fell down on the ground.

"Damn it, I think I peed myself."

[albeeox]

I’ll Always Be Your Date

Summary : Alex and Supermodel!Y/N talk about confirming their relationship

Warnings : None

“Babe, look at these comments on my Instagram post, they’re so cute!” Y/N gushed as she gave her iPhone over to her boyfriend of 8 months. Alex and Y/N had never publicly confirmed their relationship and as they were both in the spot light due to their careers they thought they’d wait a little while to enjoy the privacy.

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yourusername dinner with my boo x

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fanaccount look gorgeous Y/N!❤️

fanaccount2 there’s no way she isn’t dating Alex, they’ve been seen in London together!

fanaccount3 @fanaccount2 I’m watching the brit awards tomorrow hoping Y/N goes with Alex!🥺😭

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fanaccount4 Is she with Alex????

fanaccount5 Alex and Y/N would be couple goals and we all know it

“Bloody hell.” Alex laughed and handed his girlfriend her phone back as he sat back in the seat next to her. Alex went quiet for a moment, causing Y/N to arch her brow curiously.

“Are you alright Al?” Alex turned his attention back to his beautiful girlfriend and nodded his head before taking her hand in his slightly larger one.

“Should we confirm it? I mean, do you wanna tell everyone about us?” The rockstar asked and Y/N thought to herself for a moment. Thoughts of doubt started to swim around her mind, what is Alex changed his mind? What if he wasn’t ready to tell everyone yet. Their friends and families already knew. Hell, they had already been on holiday with their friends and had met each other’s families.

Alex noticed Y/N’s facial expression begin to change and brought her hand up to reach his lips, placing a sweet gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“Babe? We don’t don’t have to if you don’t-” Alex started but Y/N cut him off.

“I want people to know. I want to be able to hold your hand and kiss you in public.” Y/N confessed. Alex grinned and moved closer so that their lips were almost touching.

“You’re mine love, all mine.” He said just above a whisper before crashing their lips together. It was perfect.

Once they pulled apart, Alex didn’t let go of Y/N’s hand. He happily kept their hands intertwined on his lap.

“Y/N, will you do me the honour of being my date to the Brit Awards tomorrow night?” Alex asked with a bashful smile and Y/N nodded her head happily.

“Of course I will baby, I’ll always be your date.”

[freementallyillkid]

Summary:Mylo goes to his first underground boxing match (reader is fem)

Warnings:Slight violence

Mylo's POV

    I had some free time after a long time of wesling Pow to sleep cause 'Vi wanted to spend time with her girlfriend'. When I looked up from kicking a rock because of some hollering, looking over it was a group of people surrounding a poster. Walking over, pushing past a few people to get a look at it. It was a poster of two people in a boxing ring with a list of other people. The two main people looked like a buff man with blond hair and freakishly big muscles named Chet, and an unnamed woman with h/c and bloody wrapped hands, maye her and have been hanging out or something.

   Looking over at one of the people who were talking about it a few seconds ago, "Hey what's this for not everyday ya see a poster for something in the Lanes."

   The man looked over at me, "Underground fighting, usually not a lot of promotion around it, but the main fight's supposed to be big, people who run it wanna make a lot of money off it," He explained, pointing at the two people depicted. "Both of those two are big in the community so people are real excited about it."

   "Huh, thanks man." I said walking away, with Powder asleep I have my whole night free. It might be fun to watch at least hell of a lot funner than kicking a rock.

    With a bit of asking around I was able to find the arena and now I was sitting in one of the front seats watching the fights. Apparently the main fight was last, so I spent most of my time waiting.The only reason I came was because of that fight the women fighting someone who looked a lot stronger than her intrigued me, plus she was supposed to be really good.

   When the second to last fight was finished a man walked around shouting to see if anyone wanted to place any bets like he did every round. Occasionally someone would place a bet confidently saying which fighter would win. I looked up when I heard the cheering get louder. The announcer was standing in the middle with a mic, "In our left corner we have Chet!" There was a loud mix of cheers and boos at his name and while he walked out raising his arms, "You know him for his muscles but will that be enough to bet... Yn?!" The cheers and boos went up again as she walked out with a sirk. She didn't look as muscular as Chet but no one would point her out as an easy target.

   "So who do you think is gonna win?" A man beside me asked,  looking at him, it was the guy who I talked to earlier. "My money 's on Y/n." When I didn't respond just looking at him weirdly he chuckled dryly, "Sorry I'm Jamie these are my friends Alex and Vik." He said leaning back so I could see his friends. 

   "Nice to meet you I guess, but I don't really know, maybe the Chet guy he looks pretty satrong." I shrugged.

   The one farthest from me with an ary of piercings and forest green hair, Vik, burst out in laughter. "Being strong doesn't always mean you win, dumbass." I glared at her.

    The one in the middle who seemed to be the most calm about the match, Alex, put a hand on Vik's shoulder, "Sorry bout her she doesn't mean that yer dumb she's just got a big crush on Y/n."

   "I nodded, before any of us could say anything the announcer started up again since the crowd had quieted down. "Three! Two! One! Fight!" As quickly as possible he swapped places with the ref and they started circling each other.

   "You ready Y/n?" Chet asked with a sner.

   Y/n flicked a satry hair away, "I've been ready to beat your ass." The crowd cheered, Chet's face dropped and he made some kind of growling noise and charged at her. She stepped to the side slamming her elbow down on his back, then put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in pace before kneeing him in the gut. He coughed and stumbled away. She made a come here motion with her finger and he did this time with a much better approach.

   Walking towards her with his guard up he faked a gut punch making her drop her arms and he got a clean hit to her nose. More cheers. Whipping some of the blood that had trickled out of her nose away she hopped a little before hitting him in the side making him double over then another kick to the back of the head and he fell. There was silence, the ref got down. "One, two, Three!" He didn't get up. "And we have our winner! Y/n L/n!"  The crowd erupted with loud cheers from the people who bet on Y/n with big smiles and yelling or frustration for people who bet on Chet. I stood up cheering for her viktory.

   The ref held up one of her hands as she stood waving tiredly with a giant smile on her only slightly bloody face. A few minutes  later everyone was filling out, Jamie and his friends told me when the next fight would be, but all I could think of was Y/n I'd seen Vi, Calggor even Pow but they didn't move like her I was immediately interest in her fighting style and I could see why Vik was crushing on her.

   I turned the corner into an alley to see the very same woman I was thinking about standing next to a window booth, she looked like she was waiting on something. I decided to walk up to her, "Hey, I saw you fight today. You're really good." She turned around to face me now I could see a small band aid across her nose and the slight bruise that was forming.

   "Uh thanks, and since I assume you know my name, what's yours?"

  "Mylo." I said quickly.

   "Well Mylo is there anything you needed or did ya just want to say hello?" She raised her eyebrow. I didn't respond for a second, maybe a little focused on the way my name sounded coming out of her mouth. Before I could, someone knocked on the window.

  "Hey champion, here's yer winnings." They slid a bag of what I assume is money over to her. She quickly picked it up giving the person a thanks and dropped it into her bag.

   I guess I was looking  at her because she glared at me and said, "What?"

  "Uh sorry I was just wondering why they gave you that money." I said pointing at her bag.

  "I fight and if I win I get paid from the ring and the people who bet." She explained starting to walk away.

   "Oh well that's cool i guess-" She cut me off.

  "Are you going to keep bothering me like everyone else or are you going to do something and if you try and rob me I'll beat you ass worse than I did-" Now it was my turn to cut her off.

  "No I was actually going to offer to take you drinking after my sister gets into a fight she ually want to drink. She scoffed, shaking her, but her smile was back.

   "Really and would I be paying for these drinks?" She asked no longer walking away from me but with me.

  "No I would, even make them for ya." I said with a smile.

  "You better be good." She said,

  "Oh I am." I said, puffing my chest out, proud of my skills.

"Well then lead the way Mylo." She said stopping gesturing her freshly bloodied hands for me to lead the way. I took the lead and we started to walk.

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I actually don't hate this one I did really like the prompt

Word count:1343

[rabbitmarrow]

Anne Scripps Douglas was the great-great granddaughter of James E. Scripps, founder of The Detroit News, making her the heiress to the Scripps newspaper publishing company.

In 1969, when Scripps was 23, she married Anthony Morrell and had two daughters, Alexandra and Annie.

By 1988, Scripps and Morrell had divorced. She soon met Scott Douglas, a self employed house painter, at a party where she initially had just hired him to paint her home, but they quickly fell in love and married that October. Soon their daughter, Tori was born.

Scripps’ eldest daughter, Alexandra, and Scott did not see eye to eye and she quickly moved out of the house.

Scripps daughters noticed that Douglas started drinking heavily and became violent towards their mother, openly hitting her in public on at least one occasion. Both Alex and Annie begged their mother to file for divorce and get an order of eviction to have him removed from their home. Ultimately, Scripps decided for herself and Tori to move in with Alex for the time being.

In 1991, fearing Douglas would return and hurt her and possibly kidnap Tori, Scripps moved back in to the home with Douglas. By December 6, 1993 Scripps and her two adult daughters went to obtain an eviction notice for Douglas; however, the judge refused to order his eviction.

On one occassion Scripps told a friend that she began sleeping with a hammer under her bed because Douglas would wake her up in the middle of the night to scare and berate her.

On December 31, 1993, Scripps, 47 years old, who was asleep across the hall from her 3 year old daughter Tori, was bludgeoned with a hammer by her husband Scott Douglas, 38 years old.

Annie had called the police on January 1, 1994 at 3:30 am, because she was unable to get into contact with her mother or Douglas. The police arrived and knocked down the locked door, and found Scripps unconscious in bed, her sheets soaked in blood.

Tori, had witnessed the attack and said, “Daddy gave Mommy boo-boos. Daddy gave Mommy many boo-boos.”

Immediately, the police began searching for Scott Douglas. Within a few hours Douglas’ 1982 BMW was found on the Tappan Zee Bridge with the bloody hammer inside, but he himself was missing. The police dragged the Hudson River for him, but still operated under the assumption he was alive.

A week after the attack Anne Scripps was taken off life support and died without regaining consciousness.

Three months after Scripps’ death, a railroad employee found the corpse of a man close to where Douglas’ car had been left earlier.

Dental records confirmed it was Scott Douglas who had jumped to his death from the bridge.

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MILEX FANFICS EVERYONE SHOULD READ (AO3)

@lariekoekje / MechanicalHeart

rear-view mirror

@girlinthepictureframe / WeirdChick333

miracle aligner

now we know

a trip into a dream

the briefest kiss

@tightredpants / Tightredpants

across the universe

daily routine

find me

this once, and then we can forget

cracked actor

there's a starman

the jeweller's hand

the foro sol incident

guitar strings and bookends

@yvette-cigarette / prefabsprout

across the universe

an unguarded moment.

then there was the bad weather.

the ghost of Christmas past

how terribly strange to be seventeen...

drive my car

there's a starman...

young lust

I'll drink to the man that shares your bed

maybe, I'm amazed.

@richiebrook / RichieBrook

won't someone dance with me

an evening in london

contact

picture book

the galaxy's edge

there's a brand new dance

a little distorted

amsterdam

dinner for two

I'll wear a mask for you

in for better weather

still afloat

why colour in the lines

@gasdancer / GasDancer

the boy with the thorn in his side

why won't you wear your new trench coat?

joie de vivre

bring your love baby, I could bring my shame

telephone line

between two lungs

@tealybob / Tealybob

what butterflies eat

milex in quarantine

@elorianna / Elorianna

a place in your heart

blame it on the summertime

in my wildest dreams

on the cusp

something in your magnetism

illuminations on a rainy day

somewhere darker

ain't got anything to lick without you baby

the mirror's image

@england-is-mine / england_is_mine

you'll never walk alone

white emulsion

save it got the morning after

cleveland

@shes-thunder-storms / acrobaticblood

aeons behind liminality

something to rely on

down the pitfalls and never up

cured my January blues

why'd you only call me when you're drunk

coax me out my low

light of my life, fire of my loins

save it for the morning after

why'd you only call me when you're drunk

@fiireside / fiireside

come on in, the water's lovely

time in a bottle

wondrous place

sick puppy

glass-bottomed ego

mr. zero gravity

sunlight, sunlight

the 36 questions that lead to love

saturn's return

a wonderful week

@alex-band-gay-and-the-hurrikane / AlexBandGay_And_TheHurrikane

cuddles in the kitchen

true romance

two years have gone now

technological advances (really bloody get me in the mood)

by the lovely river seine

a tangle you can't undo

@glassjacket / Rhanon_Brodie (Glass_Jacket)

hotel room (free love revival)

this world's a fiction

petali

@dontcareajot / dontcareajot

cigarette kiss

facade

fix

snapshot

@cheekysideblog / sp00kz

something in your magnetism

meet me in the dark

wrong side of love

if broken hearts could talk (mine would say I told you so)

@1llusionmachine / 1llusionmachine

into place

of the morning

the element of surprise

orphan_account

feels like we only go backwards

sometimes when we touch

aviation

a habitual liar

all I ask of you

heart in a cage

hazyamethist

the frozen world

how it ends

tonight

insights

won't you feel warm with me?

summerroad7

you came to me (in all kinds of weather)

@jemdetta / jemdetta

boo de grace

rearrange

threat of joy

faketalesofmilex

darling, je vous aime beaucoup

@diamondsareapearlsbestfriend / raritysdiamonds

asking the wrong questions

Savvygambols

rainy boys

@the-thorster / Sunche

one of those nights

JealousMary

it's not like I'm falling in love

something to rely on

@lanatural-books / LaNaturalBreezeOf_Books

appeal to me

put a tune on, baby (and stay close to me)

@the-humbug-lovebug / humbug_lovebug

when the sun goes down

maybe, I'm amazed.

[ruffiorocks]

Long post about the reasons Lena sold Cat Co.

FYI very Anti James Olsen, and not very Kara friendly either. You've been warned 😊

This makes me sad, even though it was obvious Lena would sell Cat Co. What's heart breaking about it is Lena was essentially driven away from her own company.

Remember when Kara was ghosting her at the beginning of season 3? She only came back to Lena when she needed her for something, ie. Help with Cat Co. What did Lena do? Lena FREAKING brought it!

Kara "no! Edge has Cat Co!"

Lena "no... I brought it" - Lena hesitates when she says this as though she isn't sure how Kara, who has recently been a jack ass to her would react.

She then gets more confident and says

"pretty bad ass right" - she sounds so pleased with herself and is expecting Kara to be happy.

Kara? Basically says she quit. She came to Lena for the first time in ages to rant and rave, complain and then basically ask her to help sort it and Lena DOES! But Kara seems to forget all of this and just quits het job.

Lena is shocked and is like

"well unquit!! I can't do this without you! I don't know anything about running a media empire"

Kara, like she can't be arsed and didn't just get what she went to Lena for says "well neither do I". It's so dismissive, and it's bullshit since she does know how that stuff works to a point because she was Cat Grants FREAKING assistant! Kara was waaaay more qualified than bloody James "I take pictures of my posing best friends" Olsen.

This here just proves that Lena would have had second thoughts about have brought Cat Co if she knew at the time Kara was going to quit. She clearly thought Kara would be there to help her run it.

Lena also says "how often do you get to work with your best friend" it's so cute, and so sad. Lena was looking forward to working with Kara.

Fast forward to the end of the Episode and Kara has a realisation that Lena Luthor is a God Send and did EXACTLY what Kara wanted and couldn't give a rats ass she quit and decides being a"boo hoo my boyfriend is gone so I can no longer be the person I was well established to be before he showed up" Emo is ridiculous.

So first day at Cat Co and the elevator opens up to Lena and she looks excited and then meets Eve, who to be fair (even though we know what happens) is actually the nicest person to Lena the whole time she's at Cat Co and that includes her best friend and boyfriend.

James is shocked she dared show up to her own business without informing him, he then has the gall to say they don't have an office ready for her, erm.... James? Cats office is now HER office! Every office in Cat Co belongs to Lena now. He just assumes he's still running things and says he was thinking about weekly updates. Lena who is clearly used to men telling her how to run her businesses and setting her aside tells him there's no need and she will be there every day. James again is SHOCKED his new BOSS is going to be at her the place she spent $750 mil on 😑

Kara shows up and to begin with is a little love who gives Lena a diary and basically calls her family. But then Immediately runs off the moment Lena asks her to do something.

Kara does this more than once and Lena asks James what's she's doing and James dismisses Lena's question with a snotty "she's a reporter! It's what she does!" Seriously rude!! I don't give a rats ass she didn't tell James she was turning up and she did tell Kara. She had a reason to tell Kara, she wanted to work with her and trusts her. She had no reason to tell James, she has every reason to turn up and check out the buisness and how he's running it without him or anyone else dressing it up because the boss is there.

Lena is an understanding angel and even though Kara is ignoring instructions and being rude Lena isn't rude back. When Kara pushes it past the limit Lena has no choice but to reprimand her. Kara took full advantage of Lena here, thinking she could just do what she wanted because that's what she has been doing with James running things. News flash Kara, Lena isn't in on why you ditch work every 5 minutes.

Kara realizes she's been an ass and apologizes and Lena, understanding as ever immediately forgives and they hug it out.

Later Lena tragically gets involved with James even though he was pushy and handsy when she said she didn't want to do anything without talking to Kara first, because Sister's before Misters! She dotes on his ungrateful ass and he puts her whole business at risk by meeting and working with the COL which she told him not to do. Which she is FULLY entitled to so as his boss. He of course ignores her, she gets him a TV appearence to talk with Ben Lockwood which would boost his career and putCat Co in a anti COL light but noooo... Apparently Lena has no say in work matters! Did you read that correctly? Lena has NO say in WORK MATTERS!! why didn't she fire his ass on the spot?!!

So James, only caring for his ego and wanting to be relevant since no one ever remembers he's Guardian feels that hanging out with terrorists is more important than his job as the face of Cat Co, putting Cat Co at risk. To further put Lena's business in jepordy he picks KARA the junior reporter to take his place?!! Kara?? There wasn't a fully qualified journalist with more experience available? Well that went to shit anyway because Ben Lockwood destroyed Kara in that debate.

James nearly gets himself killed, nearly gets Kara killed, nearly commits an act of terrorism without any regard whatsover about what Lena, a LUTHORS association with the poster boy of the COL would look like, no regard for her hard earned reputation and no regard for her business.

James even humiliates her further by making her look whiny at Thanksgiving dinner in front of all their friends, even though 5 seconds later his little Field Trip with the COL proves how clueless he is since he didnt even realize what they were doing. He basically praised the guy he was with and thought he was on to something. What... A... Dumb... Ass!!

Remember James also revealed himself as Guardian, a STUPID idea that serves Virtually no real purpose, but Lena was supportive because she's an angel!! But he's a dumb ass and thinks he is above the law and thought HE of all people was able to stop the DA from going through with the charges against him for being a vigilante. James ACTUALLY thought by doing NOTHING he had fixed the problem, like the authorities just forget these things?

He decides going out as Guardian is a good idea even though no one needs him to do this and he serves no real purpose as Guardian. But Lena because she isn't a moron, tells him he WILL go to prison. He insults her and says she worries to much and he sorted that issue. Here Lena finally tells this jack ass that she solved that issue and what was his response to her declaration of love and not wanting to see him go to prison or die? "If you think that's what love is, I don't want it!" And he leaves her in a corridor to awkwardly go back into Kara's loft, humiliated.

James goes all Ross Gheller and invades Lena's space at L Corp after she told him she was busy and thankfully she kicks his ass out!

He pretends to be on board with her Harun El ideas and uses this to get her into bed, only to sit up looking awkward about it while she sleeps. (Jesus my 34 brother watched this and was like 'he basically lied so he could sleep with her)

James considers using Lena's own resources to investigate her?!!

Lena thankfully dumps his ass and stops coming to Cat Co.

Now here's where its really relevant:

Kara and James basically run Cat Co without Lena to the point she doesn't even show up anymore. Harun El experiments aside, Lena no longer feels excited to be working at at Cat Co on a new adventure with Kara. Plus why would she want to see James??

Kara basically ignores Lena as Kara but she treats her like absolute garbage as Supergirl. Then returns to her as her bestie Kara. Lena was up to this point unaware she was being duped. Lena even makes a comment to Kara when she FINALLY decides to remerge as Kara Danvers that Kara hasn't been there at all but Alex has.

Lena finds out that Supergirl asked Lena's BOYFRIEND to spy on her and betray her trust which he actually does do btw, then he sours things even further between Lena and Supergirl by revealing it?? What purpose did that really serve? And NO! Do not tell me 'he had to be honest' what he HAD to do, was not break into L Corp in the first place!

Now we have Alex reprimanding Supergirl for being an ass to Lena and they come to a shaky truce.

During this time Lena and Kara get close again by trying to track down Lex and then Lena and Supergirl have a few bonding moments. Kara, however let's Lena think she's been blown up for a good few seconds!!

Now Lena finds out that Kara has been lying to her this whole time, it was Kara who treated her like garbage as Supergirl, Kara who interfered in her personal relationships. It was all the other super friends all lying to her. Etc etc. She even saw Kara burning all the pics Linda's cell so Lena won't find out. She learns all of this from Lex of all people! This just tells Lena that Kara never trusted her, second guessing why they are even friends? Realising Kara tricked her into revealing personal feelings she would Never have told Supergirl to her, yelled at her, called her a Luthor and then came back to her as he shoulder to cry on oh and let her think she had died.

Yeah..... I wouldn't want to work at Cat Co with ANY of them either. No way is Lena going to want to work with James and Kara (I know James is leaving) and be the one paying their wages.

Lena was Virtually driven from Cat Co by James and Kara even before she learned the super secret. She was never really treated with the respect she deserved as their boss, and the thing is she never demanded it, she only pulled rank when they were being jack asses and thinking they were above being told what to do, acting like Lena being the owner and boss meant nothing.

Poor Lena's enthusiasm for working at Cat Co with Kara died very early on. Mostly thanks to both James and Kara. All that joy and optimism she had? It's all gone. 😢😢

So I'm glad she sold it!