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“I’d like that,” he said to her offer of making something to drink for him. That’s what we both need, he thought. A little something to take the edge off because he was nervous and he knew she was nervous and everything was happening so fast.

And what she said was true. Having everyone here at one time made things official. They were welcoming friends and family into their personal space, into their lives together, into a house that put them on display for everyone to finally see them as a couple.

They were new at this whole meeting the family and hanging out with each other’s friends thing. And, for so long, it’s been just the two of them. Glenn felt ready to let everyone know about their relationship, but he didn’t come prepared. One day at a time, he told himself.

What’s funny is everyone already knows about them being together. His mom and sisters often asked about Wichy, what she was up to, how she was feeling. They hung out with friends together and didn’t pretend like nothing was going on. This house made things official, is all. Hell, it made things official for them, too. Their very own place together. Yeah, things were moving fast.

He smiled at her when she nudged him, shrugging his shoulders as if to dismiss all upcoming nervousness like that’d be enough to ease the tension. And then he slipped his arm around her waist, keeping her close as a way to let her know that, tonight, he won’t be leaving her side.

“They brought some stuff, just in case,” he said, though he must admit that his cooking skills were pretty much up to par. At least Wichy thought so. He led her to the kitchen where everyone was gathered. A couple more people showed up, apparently, because they were talking to Rick and Andrea. Glenn lightly squeezed Wichy’s hand to reassure her that everything was gonna be okay.

“We got this,” he reassured, whispering it in her ear. Andrea saw them first, so she approached them with a couple bottles of beer. Glenn took one and left it to Wichy to decide if she was going to have one or not. Andrea complimented Wichy’s style, mentioning her hair and how she liked the color. And Glenn smiled at Wichy before going out back to look for Dale.

Wichy took a deep breath as Glenn went outside, fighting every urge to follow him out there. She smiled and waved at Rick and the others that were starting to gather. She moved quickly into the kitchen, trying to center herself. She opened one of the kitchen cabinets that she had turned into her own little makeshift bar. It was here where she made new drinks-- or tried to anyways. Not everything she made turned out great, but she had been working on something special for the party.

Quickly, she pulled out several glasses, bottles, and ice. Wichy felt her body relax somewhat as she fell into the comfortable rhythm of being behind the bar. It probably didn’t make sense to Glenn’s family how she worked all those hours, making drinks and socializing with people, only be quiet and cautious at family parties. But there was something different about needing to impress his family, rather than strangers. The stakes were higher.

As she poured and mixed with experienced precision, Wichita had several of her new drink made up in minutes. She offered a couple to Rick and the others before taking two outside. Wichy smiled when she saw Glenn and Dale, showing them what she had made.

“Don’t be mean to me if it isn’t any good.” She said, as she handed one to Dale and then to Glenn. She was kidding.... mostly. “It’s orange and mint. Something light. Hopefully, it’s something everyone will enjoy. How’s the food coming? It smells good.”

Wichita turned as she heard a series of hellos. “Oh,” She took a deep breath. “Your family’s here.”

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Somewhere between the words she said was the sad truth about his sad life and every sad circumstance they both thrust themselves into. Escape just isn’t possible. They exist like this in a constant state of uncertainty with only a thread of their past keeping them together. All it’d take was one of them to cut it loose, but they chose this, a kind of unnamed desperation that permanently fastened them together. They don’t know anything more. Where else would they go?

If he were an idealist, he’d say that neither Phil nor Rachel could sever those ties. But this is real life and Angie’s had her fair share of disappointment and he’s always been so damned good at hiding. Not from her. Never from her. Looking at her now, brows furrowed together in contemplation, he wonders why she’s bothering with Rachel at all. Bringing her up won’t do any good. Worst of all, Patrick can’t admit that Rachel’s the closest to Angie he’ll ever get.

So, when she brings her sister up and goes on about how he should start taking responsibility, he can’t help but tense a little, taking in a deep breath as he settles back against the counter. He lowers the pot of coffee behind him next to the neglected cup on the counter and he looks at her – merely looks at her. This is what she wants to say? It’s more than the hangover and the late wake up call that’s getting to her, isn’t it?

“Don’t start,” he quips, annoyed by what he’s perceived as exaggeration. He’s trying his hardest to keep his cool, one hand clenching hard onto the edge of the counter in an effort to direct the migraine pain elsewhere. “You know it’s not like that. You know it’s got nothing to do with her. Let’s not forget about your little fling with Phil. Don’t call the kettle black, Ange. You don’t have the right.”

“Don’t start.” Angie mimicked in a high pitch tone. She folded her arms over her chest, holding her ground against whatever was coming next. They’d been having this unspoken argument for what felt like years. Never actually talking-- never actually listening-- just ignoring the tension that was settled right under the surface for them. “Patrick.” She bit out his name as a sour taste formed in her mouth.

Fling. He was baiting her-- he had to be. Angie and Phil had been married longer than Pat and Rachel. They’d been together longer than Patrick probably knew Rachel’s name. Her mind circled around all her time with Phil. The love, the friendship, and the years of pain that followed. Years she’d tried to hide from Patrick. Had she actually succeeded?

“I don’t have the right? You married my sister, Pat. I have every right to talk about her for the rest of eternity. You should be grateful I haven’t brought it up until now.”

Angie carefully rotated her shoulder, trying to work out any stiffness that was leftover from the night before. All this tension wasn’t helping. They couldn’t go back and change anything that happened when they were kids. Just like Angie couldn’t go back and change last night. “If it isn’t about --- what happened with us-- or Rachel, then why did you stop talking to me?”

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#ofimaginarybeings #;drabbles #d; matt and karen

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“Trick or treat!”

Karen ran a hand through her hair as she tried to keep from laughing, as another round of pint sized dressed Daredevils came to Matt’s door, expecting candy. Ever since those first few snapshots of the red suit hit the news, the imagery of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had become iconic. But clearly it had gone further than t-shirts and bumper stickers. Daredevil was this year’s most popular children’s Halloween costume. Much to Matt’s irritation.

“Another one?” Matt called out from the kitchen. Karen bit her lip as she turned the corner to see him knock the fridge door closed with his hip, two beer bottles in hand.

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for a moment there’s a feeling that clouds him, something that hangs over him roughly as he feels it descend down over him. this was all a mess and Uhtred knows that there’s something real in the eyes of this woman. she sits there, something obvious written on her face. she’s sitting there and she’s real. a whisper tells him that she’s from the Gods. does he still cling to that idea now?

“ thieving is hardly the same thing as visions, right? “ he states before he moves to sit down, pouring himself a drink and leaning back where he’s sitting. stretching his legs out, he crosses them at the ankles and then lets out a small and somewhat shaky breath. “ what you did here in my camp is a crime. “

he doesn’t take a drink. instead he continues tapping his fingers on the cup that he’s holding. “ it isn’t hard to believe. the Gods have a strange way of picking those that they talk to. what has been in these visions of yours? “

Wichita’s eyes flicked up and down as she studied him. He was not quite what she had expected, but Wichita could tell she had him surprised as well.

“Isn’t it?” She teased, unable to keep the laughter from her voice. As serious as all of this was, Wichita always enjoyed a good game. This would all be a good game, up until it isn’t. “Everything that has happened has led us to right this moment. Maybe they aren’t visions exactly, but wouldn’t we call this ‘visions coming to fruition’?”

Wichita arched an eyebrow at him. “A crime would be if your things were actually gone, would it not?” She reached out, nudging his foot with hers, then nodding to a corner of his tent. “It’s all there.” She doesn’t wait for him to look the items over, instead she continued on, confident he will see her way.

“Sometimes, Uhtred Ragnarsson, we have to choose to make the visions we are gifted a reality. What are you willing to do?”

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“ I don’t do auditions. “ he answered simply, his tone somewhat vaguely frustrated. this wasn’t what he had hoped that his evening would end up being. in fact he had much preferred the thought of coming here to be alone, to survey the files and the things that he had compiled from tonight.

“ Oliver Queen. I’m sure you don’t know me. “ understatement, he knew that much but he also knew that he wanted this child out of this area so that he could carry on with his night.

“ the point is… “ he hesitates, rifling through what his thoughts were then. there were too many of them however. something stunted because of his exasperation. “…my own. what are you doing down here? “

Gwen’s eyes widened as he said his name. She’d heard it before, but where? She hadn’t expected to recognize the name. Gwen wondered if she mentioned his name to Shane, would he tell her anything he might know?

“You own the club, but don’t view the talent? God, what if we bombed? We didn’t, by the way, but if we had you would lose customers for sure. You may want to rethink your business model.”

Oliver Queen certainly didn’t sound like the typical club owner, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the bad guy she had been looking for. She shrugged at his question. “Don’t I have the right to know what’s going on in the club I’m working for?”

She shifted back slowly toward the door. It was clear he wasn’t going to let her get anywhere tonight. The Mary Janes were coming back tomorrow. She could try again then. “Listen, Oli---” Gwen was going to try to smooth things over, but she didn’t even get started before the lights went out. Gwen was stalled by the briefest moments of silence before hundreds of people in the club started to scream.

Gwen senses were overwhelmed by feeling of danger. There was no way this was some random power outage. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Gwen knew what she had to do. “Call the cops.” She hissed at Oliver, before backing out the door and reaching in her backpack for her suit.

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for one reason or a million Oliver feels somewhat agitated by the way that she’s acting right now. he stares at the girl, before shaking his head and moving away from the spot he’d been in. unzipping his jacket he tosses it on a nearby table and then clears his throat some.

“ I’m hardly lost. “ he tells her then somewhat dismissively. “ I own this place. I just had never paid much attention to the bands I hire and their drummers. “ he looks her over like he’s hoping she’ll vanish or become someone else that he take some consolation in - only it won’t work. he knows that much.

music starts from outside the area they’re in out in the club and he considers her standing right there in front of him. “ maybe you should get out there? “ he suggests then, a thin and somewhat uneasy smile marking his face. he tenses his jaw, lets himself stand there with an inner questioning of how he was going to get out of this. if she’s here now how curious was she going to end up being later on?

Gwen’s eyebrows shot up at the word owner. She certainly didn’t expect him to say that. He definitely didn’t look like what she imagined club owners would be. She finally looked away from his disheveled clothes and studied his tired face. He wasn’t that much older than her. Was he lying?

“Funny, I don’t remember seeing you at any of the auditions.” Gwen hardly remembered them as she had been consumed with playing through a broken wrist from the night before. She had overestimated her healing abilities.

“I didn’t catch your name.” Gwen glanced back towards the door. He was trying to get rid of her. Was there something he was hiding back here? “Oh we already played. We’re the opening band every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for the next month.” Shane was definitely going to kill her if he ever found out she was not only hanging around a club, but on a school night.

Gwen offered him a tight smile. “So you own all this, but you don’t know the music or enjoy any of what it offers? What’s the point of having one?”

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When she opened the door, Glenn couldn’t help but smile in return. Maybe she was nervous. Or maybe, at the last minute, she didn’t want to have this party anymore. All his friends and all his family, everyone here at one time and what it meant – yeah, that might be a little overwhelming.

“Andrea and Rick and Dale. And no I haven’t,” he replied, his smile faltering as he reached for her hand. Comforting her, putting her mind at ease, giving her the reassurance she needed are the things he only ever wanted to do, even if it was a mere press of her palm in his hand. Then again, he knew she loved parties. So, he figured she’d feel comfortable once the party really started up.

“Hey,” he said, his voice merely above a whisper as he looked at her from under his brows, hoping to catch her gaze, her attention. “You gonna be alright? I’ll send everyone away if I have to, Wich. It’ll be a shame with how nice you look but I’ll do it.”

Wichita gave his hand a squeeze, grateful to lace her fingers with his. She nodded thoughtfully. Three people wasn’t so bad. This was going to be fine. If anything, Glenn was going to make some good food and maybe they could watch a movie once everyone left. Whatever happened tonight, it’s nothing Glenn couldn’t soothe or they couldn’t smooth over together.

She smiled at him, feeling a bit better that their house wasn’t overrun with people just yet. “Let me make you something.” One of the perks of making your work, your hobby meant there was usually always a fully stocked bar at their house. It gave her something to do with her hands, a purpose to serve when she had nothing to say.

When she caught Glenn’s gaze, she knew he meant it. He would cancel the whole thing right now if she said to. He’d go out there and make up some excuse and apology to all their friends and his family. All if it would make her happy. Wichita wouldn’t believe good people existed if Glenn wasn’t standing right there in front of her.

She shook her head, closing the door to their bedroom behind her. “I’m fine. I want this. I just didn’t think about what it really meant to have everyone in our lives here, in our house, at the same time.”

She gently tugged him forward with her. If they were going to do this, they might as well get it over with. “At least I know the food will be good.” Wichy nudged his shoulder with hers. “I’m starving.”

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Even though the house is small, it’s something they can call their own with its one bedroom and one bathroom setup and a kitchen that’s the size of a closet. It’s everything they could ever need – and isn’t that the only thing that matters? Simple and easy, laid-back. Glenn wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sometimes, he wonders if this is the life that Wichy wants because forcing her into an unhappy situation isn’t his intention. But that’s the thing, he knows. If Wichy doesn’t want to do something then she won’t do it.

That’s why they’re having a party today. She’d invited so many people over, so many friends and all his family. Glenn was looking forward to this thing for a week now. He even made his mom’s recipe for baked macaroni and cheese.

Soon enough, everyone began arriving just when Glenn finished starting up the barbecue. Thanks to Dale’s tips and tricks, hamburgers were coming out looking their best. The only one missing was Wichy, so Glenn went up to the closed door of their bedroom and softly knocked.

“Wichy?” he called out. “They’re starting to come. You ready yet?”

Wichita had changed her outfits four times before Glenn had knocked on the door. With every new look, she became more and more nervous. She hated that cared so much. When had Wichy become that person? She usually loved parties, but it wasn’t until she woke up that morning that she realized what this all meant.

This wasn’t just saying how serious she and Glenn were about each other, but this party was sharing with everyone meaningful in their lives the details of the most important part of their lives-- of her life.

Wichita ended up choosing what made her most comfortable, jeans and one of Glenn’s old t-shirts from his pizza delivery days. She slid her worn black leather jacket over it, feeling as best she could.

“Coming,” She said, running her hand through her hair one last time. “Who’s early?” Wichita asked as she opened the door. She smiled. “Have you had a drink yet?”

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#ofimaginarybeings #m; gwen #[ don't know what to call this yet ]

he had just gotten in, dragging himself through the area with a low groan because his body was screaming with a bit of agitation. he was sore in a few places and he wanted to push past it. he could if he found that he was alone. only he realizes just then that he’s not. he’s about to call out that he wanted to be on his own when he turns the corner and finds a girl standing there.

she’s just a kid and he feels a bit unnerved having her back here. thankfully he’d changed out of the suit before dragging himself out here. instead he was messed up six ways to Sunday while wearing a pretty disjointed suit. he looked less like himself than usual. but she didn’t know him and so she wouldn’t really be able to tell.

leaning against the wall he resists the urge to grimace before forcing himself against the soreness that flushes through him when he folds his arms over his chest.

“ who are you? and what are you doing back here? didn’t the security catch you? “ he should have a talk with them once he gets a good few hours of sleep so that the sting of soreness wouldn’t be throbbing so wildly.

“ are you going to tell me that you lost your way? I’ve seen you around here before. you’re a bit young to be hanging around a place like this. “

Gwen didn’t know what to make of the guy who just rounded the corner, looking like he had been through a hell of a lot more than she had. For the briefest of moments, Gwen thought he had been lurking around, like she was, but when she noticed the suit, she tensed. He worked here, maybe? Her eyes narrowed at the disheveled details in his appearance. Or maybe not.

She waited to answer his questions, evaluating her options. If she lied and he worked here, he would most likely call the cops, meaning Shane would find out. Or she could tell the truth or some sort of criminal would know who she was. But if he already knew she had been wandering around there before, maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to get on his bad side.

“Gwen.” She answered, unable to keep the ice out of her voice. She shrugged her shoulders, letting one strap of her backpack fall free. “Have you seen how many people are out there? Security has their hands full. We must have just missed each other.”

Gwen reached to the side and pulled her drumsticks from her bag. She held them out in front of him, before twirling one stick between her fingers. “I’m the drummer for the band that’s been playing here-- The Mary Janes. Are you a fan?”

She rolled the drumstick between her fingers a few more times before sliding them both smoothly back into her bag. “Don’t take this the wrong way, mysterious hallway guy, but I’m not the one who looks lost.”

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Gwen had to slap the bar with an open palm three times to get the bartender’s attention. Her band had just finished their second set and all she wanted was some water. MJ and the others had already found an unsuspecting guy to buy them drinks. Gwen was already in deep trouble with Shane for her late nights and skipping school. She wasn’t about to add drinking while underage on top of it. Gwen needed to stay alert anyways. There was a reason she had pushed for the Mary Janes to come all the way out into the Glades to play shows.

There was always crime out here. Even though this area already seemed to have it’s own hero with the green hood guy, but there seemed to be enough for both of them to do good. Gwen sat back on a bar stool once she finally got her water, only to push the glass back on the counter, wincing as the sip she took burned it’s way down.

Gwen glared at the distracted bartender, brushing sweat soaked strands of hair from her forehead. She turned to see that MJ was still talking with that loser. Gwen knew getting a ride from her was going to annoy her. She weighed her options, only briefly considering using the cash Shane had left her for dinner for a ride home. No, she definitely wanted to eat before making it all the way home.

Sighing, Gwen decided she might as well take advantage of the extra time. Gwen slid off the stool and picked up her backpack. After putting it over her shoulder, Gwen began moving swiftly through the crowds of dancing people. If she was going to catch anything it was definitely not going to be out in the open.

Gwen waited patiently until she was sure no security was looking and then she moved directly towards the sign that said ‘staff only.’ If there was anything she learned from watching movies with Shane-- all club owners were bad guys.

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Centuries of facing every darkness and supernatural being, from this world and the one under, Wichita had finally met her match. Baking.

Wichita sighed, wiping strains of hair away from her face with the back of her hand. She had known mere minutes after beginning that she had made a terrible mistake, but today was special. Today was Rick’s birthday and she wanted to show him she could do things the mortal way, just like he did for her every day.

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Finan had told him to go on back to his tent so that he could see the latest mess that had occurred back at camp. he had known that there were some things missing from his men, from his own belonging but now it appeared that they had found the culprit. so he turns, sheathing his sword and heading all the way back to his tent, ducking to get inside.

he’s met with the figure of a woman. small, something like lively but also haunting eyes as she looked at him. his brows furrow, uncertainty dwelt inside of him. this little girl was the reason that his men were missing things? it seemed just a little unlikely in a way. but still he rounds her and heads on over to where he usually sits, hand settled on the hilt of his sword.

“ my men tell me you are the one responsible for the thieving in my camp. “ he begins, trying to keep his tone steady and even but there’s humor flickering there in his eyes because it doesn’t seem like she would or could even be a threat to him. “ but they also said something else about you. that you have visions from the Gods. is this true? “ that would make her far more than special, he knows that much.

As far as men and guards go, Wichita was so far unimpressed. Even though they did everything they were supposed to, it took them days to catch her and still they lead her exactly to where she was meant to be. Wichita could feel it in her bones that this was where everything would shift for her and the world they lived in.

She had broken the twine they had used to bound her wrist, but left the remains draped across her wrists. He didn’t need to know how his men were outmatched right away. Wichita stopped going through his things when she heard footsteps approaching. She took a seat on his bed.

When he stepped inside the tent, Wichita resisted a shiver down her spine, as she felt everything fall into place. She grinned at him. “If you doubt so easily that I could steal trinkets from you, then why even ask if I can see visions?”

Wichita raised an eyebrow. “Is it so hard to believe the Gods could provide me with visions? Do they not guide you, Uhtred Ragnarson?”

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he’d been dragged in here by the damned doctor and was told to sit there until someone more appropriate could be found. so he sits there, elbows on his knees and curiosity thrumming through him as he regards the wounds that this little girl had gone through. this right here shows him just how ugly this world had turned into.

a moment passes and then he’s turning to get a ladle of water for the girl, his hand calmly set on the girl’s arm so that he can stir her awake.

“ hey, I got you some water. “ he states, clearing his throat some. “ just don’t go moving too much. “ he scoots on closer and lifts the ladle so that she can get some water on her lips.

“ do you know your name? what you’re doing out here. “ reaching his hand out he touches to her forehead to ease the sweat laden strands of her hair. “ I don’t really think that y’belong here. “

When Abigail woke, she immediately regretted it. A garbled groan escaped her lips as it burned its way up her throat. Raw, burning pain consumed her, as she glared up at whoever woke her. Her eyes widened as she realized it wasn’t the doctor. She gasped, trying to twist away from him, as flashes of blood, violence, and pain took over.

Then the stranger speaks and she feels the cool metal against her burning lips. Abigail tried to look at him, but there’s stiffness in her neck. Stitches, the doctor said she had stitches. Carefully, Abigail sipped at the ladle, trying not to choke as she forced herself to swallow.

She tensed as he touched her, relaxing only slightly, when she realized he wasn’t going to hurt her. Yet. Eyeing him suspiciously, Abigail gritted her teeth, trying to form the words. If he wasn’t a doctor, why was he here?

“A--Abby.” She cringed, as her chin brushed against her stitches. She only got part of her name out, but it was enough. Her fingers twisted in the blanket, as she tried to keep herself from scratching at the stitches. Abigail rolled her eyes. Of course, she didn’t belong here. If her father had, had his way, she wouldn’t even be alive right now.

“W-who-- are you? Doc--tor?”

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“Her eyes saw the good in many devils.”

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