So my favorite thing about last night is that Lena stopped in the middle of a meeting with Rhea to call Kara, but didn’t ask if she should trust Rhea? So conceivable reasons for calling Kara in the middle of a meeting are….???
1. She was craving brunch?
2. She wanted to let her potential new mother figure know she had a girlfriend.
3. If we take her by her word, she was so suddenly worried about Kara that she had to stop the meeting to see if she was okay??? alright lesbian
4. She was going to ask Kara if she should give Rhea a chance but by the time she heard Kara’s voice, she knew what she should do.
Can I just say how much… I really, really love writing Rhys and Mor? And maybe just take two seconds to chat about how underrated their relationship is? The more I write Rhys, the more I keep finding myself in these scenes with him coming to her, leaning on her, using her for help and advice whether he knows it or not. I think Rhys loves her so, so much. And I honestly believe that out of everyone in the IC, if Mor were to die it would hit him harder than anyone else (save Feyre, of course). They’ve grown up together, and he’s fought his entire life to give her independence and freedom, and I think Mor returns the favor when he lands on her balcony after the Mountain, and he sort of just… lets her keep being this shepherd in his life, helping him keep from fully unraveling. I think Cassian and Azriel aren’t the only ones who feel her endless warmth and spirit. Say what you will about the Cazigan dynamic in the books and who has to “shield” whom from Mor’s infectious spirit, but if you think about it, Rhys is exempt from that protection. He just gets to enjoy Mor for all she is, how selfless and supportive and encouraging, and she too gets to be there for her cousin who has empowered her and given her status and strength over her family, these things that make her into a queen. They’re friends. Really, really good friends and I think there is so much love between them that we don’t get to see a lot of in ACOMAF, but if SJM were to ever write the book as Rhys or elaborate on it, I think we’d be surprised just how much goes on between the two of them and how much he confides in her. And I think given how much they’ve gone through together… that’s just, I don’t know, really really special and I love it so much. It’s nice to see that even when the entire world and family around them falls apart, there is still this lovely little kernal of them left to lean on and it never goes away.
So I work at Walmart; last night I was having one of the worst nights. My managers kept messing up my breaks so I would go 30 minutes early and I was told to take my lunch after being there for 2 and a half hours on a 9 hour shift. It was crazy busy and by the last few hours of my shift, I was tired. This woman and a girl (maybe about 4 or 5 years old) comes through my line. I do my “hi how are you guys doin’ tonight?” And she looked at me and goes “fine.” She was very short with me and didn’t really seem like she wanted to talk and I wasn’t in the mood to pry. We’re almost finished with her transaction and she goes “OH! honey! Look at her pin on her vest!” And I was like “huh? Which one?” And this woman is all excited trying to get her daughter to look at my vest. The daughter looks at me and goes “HARLEY!!!” -one of the electronics managers gave me a ‘Daddy’s little monster’ Harley Quinn pin.- the little girl is all excited and goes “SHOW HER!!! SHOW HER THE PICTURE MOMMY!!” And her mom starts playing with her phone and holds it to me and goes “she LOVES Harley Quinn! She was her on Halloween! She watched makeup tutorials for two months to learn Harley’s makeup!” And listen, you guys… that little girl was the cutest thing. Her makeup was really great too by the way. But just to see the mother come through and just seem to hate the world until she saw the button and got to show me the thing her daughter was most proud of was probably my favorite thing last night.
This is my submission for @imagicana’s writing challenge! Sorry it’s late but I hope you like it. It’s based off the song Cold Coffee by Ed Sheeran.
The smile on Spencer’s face was broader than ever, his cheeks hurting at just how great it was. He watched as she made her way into the kitchen, her feet dragging lazily across the hardwood floor. His shirt hung loosely off her frame but fell just long enough to cover her. Her hair was knotted, having been thrown into a chaotic whirlwind the night before. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, a subtle sleepy smile emerging on her own features.
“Coffee?” She asked as she looked at his mug.
“It’s cold,” Spencer replied with a grin. “I made it last night and forgot about it.”
She grabbed her own mug and filled it with water. Empty bottles of whiskey sat on the counter, a testament to how their previous night had gone. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but she was and he couldn’t say no to just one drink with her. Spencer chuckled as she threw her mug into the microwave for a minute before scouring his cabinets for her favorite tea.
“I’m sure you had better things to do last night than drink coffee,” she grinned.
“I always do when you’re around,” he replied as he took a sip of his drink. It was bitter for once, lacking the sugar he usually poured in. He did his best not to cringe at the taste.
“I love you, you know,” she said with a bright smile as she reached for the sugar container that sat in front of him. She dumped the small amount that was left into her tea, happily stirring it in. “We need more sugar.”
“I know. I love you too.”
“Is that why you’re so sweet? Because you’re so full of sugar all the time?”
Spencer laughed at her comment, knowing well that they both used a great amount of sugar in their drinks. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and set a small kiss on the top of her head.
“Why don’t we go back to bed? There’s not much to do today,” he suggested. Her eyes lit up at the thought of a day in bed, uninterrupted by the outside world. It was something they rarely experienced but always hoped they had more of.
“You know exactly what to say to make a girl happy,” she replied as her arms wrapped around him. She looked up at him, eyes full of nothing but adoration and Spencer felt himself fill with a warmth that could only come from loving someone.
“I try,” he chuckled as he placed a small, gentle kiss on her forehead.
(My favorite thing I did in the Star Wars game last night? I got Darth Vader to be very in character.)
“You carry the Heart of the Guardian.” Vader notes, his voice almost casual. He has just bisected one of their closest allies. The Heart of the Guardian is the name of the lightsaber crystal one of the team carries.
“So I can protect the weak from the likes of you.” Bes replies, with a similar casual tone. He doesn’t fear the darkness.
“You seem to be doing a poor job.” The Sith Lord notes, as he steps over the body of their fallen friend.
(The Team decided to embrace the better part of valor and get the hell out of dodge)
Pairing: Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis Length: 466 words Prompt: [Losing My Religion- REM] Tags: Awkwardness, BAMF Darcy, Science Flirting Warnings: None
Darcy walked into the lab much earlier than he’d been expecting, given her gratuitous alcohol consumption the night before.
And she was…really chipper.
Bruce was guessing she just handled her hangovers really well. But he must have been giving her a look, so she answered the unasked question anyway.
“Bacon and eggs. Greasy breakfast food. And coffee.” She tapped her nose and winked at him like it was some huge conspiracy as she dropped her bag on the desk.
He turned back to his computer and was all ready to just begin the day like the previous one hadn’t happened. But she cleared her throat.
So he looked back at her.
“About last night…” she began.
“Darcy…it’s really…” he shook his head. “You don’t…”
“You are not too old for me,” she stated bluntly. “And more importantly, you don’t get to tell me you are too old for me. If I’m too young for you, that’s another matter. But don’t put this on me, dude.”
He frowned, opening his mouth to voice a rebuttal, but she wasn’t done, so he closed it again.
“And I’m not your lab assistant. I’m Jane’s. I help you out of the goodness of my too-large-always-bleeding heart.”
He couldn’t help but smile at that. She did have a too-large-always-bleeding heart. It was one of his favorite things about her.
“And I was drunk last night. That was the only thing that was inappropriate about our interaction. So, if you don’t want to try anything because I’m too young for you, or if you have some weird issue with dating someone who brings you tea and makes you go to sleep and otherwise adult…well, that’s on you, Banner. Not me.”
His mouth fell open again, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. “I…I don’t have a problem.”
She smiled and sat down at her desk. “Good.”
Darcy didn’t say anything for a few minutes. The only reason he knew it was a few minutes was because he kept glancing at the clock to make sure that time was indeed moving and not standing still.
“Bruce. The ball is in your court. It’s been there for a couple minutes now. I keep nudging it against your foot. Make a play.”
“You know…sports references aren’t making this any easier,” he said with a short laugh.
“Fine. I guess, to put it in your terms…I have written out the equations and passed the chalk to you. Now I’m just waiting for you to couple them.” She smirked triumphantly and he was pretty sure he fell in love with her right then.
If he wasn’t already before.
“Do you eat dinner?” he asked, chastising himself for the most awkward turn of phrase in the entire world.
“Usually alone, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Sorey/Mikleo Is Romantic and Canon, the Cross-Tales Edition
Originally, I was going to wait on doing this until
after I’d finished my NG+ play through since I’d spread out my
original play through over 6 months (so my memory of mid-game
SoreMiku is a little fuzzy, while early game and end game are like,
crystal clear, lol), but since I’ve been seeing a few “SoreMiku
is platonic” or “they’re just bros” and similar reblogs and
comments, I figure now is as good a time as any to write this:
SoreMiku is a romantic and canon ship, the cross Tales of Series edition. Also
known as: “And you wonder why a lot of us think SoreMiku is romantic
when (insert other couple here)
gets to do this.”
Cutting for length (this monster wall of text was nearly 3 pages long in Word), spoilers
everywhere for other games:
Hey guys! So it’s been a while since I posted anything, and I am sorry, shit went down in my personal life and I had to step away for a bit of time. But I am back, and I promise to make my way through the requests I have. I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise.
This one was requested by leonielunatic:
Heya:-) could you do a ben bruce imagine? Like she’s a nurse & meet him in a Hospital ? ( he doesn’t have to be a patient) & fluff fluff fluff :D
Rain poured from the sky onto the dark pavement outside the ER doors. It was a relatively quiet night on the emergency front, something that is both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because no one was getting hurt. It was a curse because it meant you had to spend 10 hours bored out of your mind, except for the occasional tummy ache from a child.
A sigh left your mouth as you leaned back in the desk chair and turned to your co-worker who had just come on shift.
“Anything fun happen today?” She asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Not a thing. Only the occasional kid with a stomach ache. You’d think that it would be worse since it’s raining cats and dogs out there, but apparently not,” you chuckled and sighed once again.
“Well then I might be able to get some studying done for my exam on Friday,” she chuckled as she sat down beside you and pulled out a textbook. She was currently a student trying to get into a surgical program. But you were content being an ER nurse, you get all the exciting cases.
The doors to the ER suddenly opened, catching your attention, but it was just someone walking in to visit a loved one who was already in the hospital.
“How long have you been here?” You suddenly heard.
“Seven hours,” you told her and looked over at her.
“That explains the excitement you just gave off when the visitor door opened,” she laughed and you pouted at her.
“I like it when people come in looking for help,” you explained to her and she shrugged. Then the two of you heard the Emergency doors near the ambulance entrance open and heard a gurney being pushed into the building. Immediately you shot off of your chair and followed the gurney into a trauma room.
“What’s going on here?” You asked and a paramedic handed you a clipboard.
“27 year old male with a head laceration and bruising along the shoulders. He fell off of a stage and landed on a concrete floor. He was unconscious for a few minutes but is now awake,” she ran through his case to you and you nodded.
“Thanks, alright,” you paused and looked at the chart. “Mr. Bruce. I’m (y/n) and I’ll be taking care of you. Rate your pain for me on a scale of 1-10.”
“Probably a 7 at the moment,” he winced as he tried to move his arm.
“I can get another nurse to grab you a sling. Can you tell me what happened?” You asked him and he looked up at you. The second his eyes met yours, a smirk formed on his face.
“Uh, I was performing a show and I slipped on a cord and fell face-first into the barracade and onto the floor,” he smiled and you nodded.
“That head laceration looks pretty deep, I’m going to have to do some stitches, is that alright?” You asked and he smiled.
“Only if it’s you doing the stitches,” he said.
“Okay Mr. Bruce,” you chuckled and then turned to your co-worker.
“Can you go grab a sling for him and also grab a suture kit for me?” I asked and she nodded before walking away.
“How is someone as hot as you a nurse?” You heard from the bed. He must be drunk, you thought.
“I don’t know, how does someone as good looking as you fall from a stage?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.
“I knew I was going to meet you so I just had to fall,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.
“So what is it that you do Mr. Bruce?” You asked him as you logged into the computer to update his chart.
“I’m a guitarist in a band,” he started.
“Oh yeah, any band that I’ve heard of?” I asked and he chuckled.
“Asking Alexandria,” he answered and you stopped typing before looking at him. You knew he looked familiar.
“You’re Ben Bruce. I’m actually a pretty big fan. I went to your show last night,” you told him and he smiled bigger.
“I knew you looked familiar,” he flirted and you shook your head.
“Is the rest of your band coming up or are you all alone?” You asked him.
“Not too sure. I think I’d rather be alone,” his eyebrows danced and you rolled your eyes. From behind you, you heard your co-worker walk back in with the items you requested. As she began putting the sling on Ben’s arm, you opened the suture kit and sat down in front of him.
“Do you want me to numb it or not?” You asked.
“How many stitches do I need?” He asked.
“Three, four at the most,” I answered and he shrugged.
“I can handle the pain,” he said and you chuckled to yourself as you began cleaning the wound. The two of you were quiet for a few seconds before he began speaking again.
“What was your favorite part of the show last night?” He asked.
“The whole thing,” you answered and he chuckled, which moved his head.
“No moving,” you gave him a stern look.
“Sorry,” he apologized. As you got the needle ready to suture the cut, you heard a group of people walk into the room you were in.
“Damn Ben, that’s one nasty cut,” you heard someone comment.
“Okay guys, you can be in here, but please don’t get in the way. I wield a needle, and I know how to use it,” you joked and they all stepped to the other side of the room.
“So (y/n), who’s your favorite member of the band?” Ben asked and you raised an eyebrow.
“It’s not you in case you were wondering. I’m actually quite fond of James,” you giggled and Ben gasped.
“How dare the fuckhead beat me,” he exclaimed and you gave him a stern look again because he moved.
“I told you no moving,” you said and he shrugged.
“She knows our band?” I heard one of the others ask.
“She does and she was at a show last night,” Ben answered and I smiled at them. The room then grew quiet. As I finished with the stitches, the band all began to grow rowdy from standing for the five minutes they were standing there. When I finished, I stood and threw away the suture kit and my gloves.
“Those stitches are going to dissolve on their own so you don’t have to worry about coming back to get them removed. Do you have any questions?” I asked Ben as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Wanna go to a bar when you get off?” He asked and you chuckled.
“For all you know I could have just started my shift,” you said and he smiled.
“Based on the tired look in your eyes right now I’m guessing you’re at the end of your shift,” he said.
“I have three hours left,” you told him and he shrugged.
“I’ll be at Grinchow’s Bar at around 11, if you wanna get drinks with me, meet me at the bar,” he said and then handed me a piece of folded paper.
“Look at that after I leave,” he chuckled as he walked towards the desk. You stood in the trauma room and watched as the band walked away. Did you just agree to go out with Ben Bruce? You opened the piece of paper and saw scrawled on the paper a ten digit number with two B’s under it. Apparently you did.