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aradhya21 · 2 years
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IPL 2022 Match 66 Predicted Playing 11 and Toss timing: KKR vs LSG
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Lucknow Super Giants, who have lost their last two games, are battling big chance to dominate only one game and get into the Playoffs. On the off chance that they lose even this one, they would be subject to the net run rate and along these lines they can't risk losing here.
Then again, Kolkata Knight Riders likewise need to win to remain alive in this association as triumph would intend that in the event that Bangalore and Delhi additionally lose their last games, it would all boil down to net run rate and subsequently, Kolkata might in any case be in conflict for a spot in the Playoffs, assuming they win this evening.
This is the way the Playing 11 of KKR and LSG would seem to be
The Kolkata Knight Riders would need to play either Sheldon Jackson or Baba Inderjith as Ajinkya Rahane is harmed. In this way it would be the main change that may be occurring in the KKR side.
Then again, Lucknow could imagine getting Manish Pandey instead of Ayush Badoni, who has flopped significantly in the last couple of games.
KKR Predicted Playing 11
Venkatesh Iyer, Baba Indrajith/Sheldon Jackson, Nitish Rana, Shreyas Iyer(c), Sam Billings(w), Rinku Singh, Andre Russell, Sunil Narine, Umesh Yadav, Tim Southee, Varun Chakaravarthy
LSG Predicted Playing 11
Quinton de Kock(w), KL Rahul(c), Deepak Hooda, Krunal Pandya, Ayush Badoni/Manish Pandey, Marcus Stoinis/Evin Lewis, Jason Holder, Mohsin Khan, Ravi Bishnoi, Dushmantha Chameera, Avesh Khan
IPL 2022 Kolkata Knight Riders versus Lucknow Super Giants Toss Timing and Details
Kolkata Knight Riders versus Lucknow Super Giants the present IPL 2022 match will start at 07:30 pm IST and 1000 hrs GMT. Hence the throw between Kolkata captain Shreyas Iyer and Lucknow skipper KL Rahul would happen 30 minutes before the match start time. KKR versus LSG throw in the present match would occur at 07:00 pm IST and 1330 hrs GMT.
LSG IPL 2022 Squad
Quinton de Kock(w), KL Rahul(c), Ayush Badoni, Deepak Hooda, Krunal Pandya, Marcus Stoinis, Jason Holder, Dushmantha Chameera, Mohsin Khan, Avesh Khan, Evin Lewis, Manish Pandey, Shahbaz Nadeem, Manan Vohra, Kyle Mayers, Ankit Rajpoot, Krishnappa Gowtham, Andrew Tye, Ravi Bishnoi, Karan Sharma, Mayank Yadav
KKR IPL 2022 Squad
Venkatesh Iyer, Nitish Rana, Shreyas Iyer(c), Sam Billings(w), Rinku Singh, Andre Russell, Sunil Narine, Umesh Yadav, Tim Southee, Varun Chakaravarthy, Sheldon Jackson, Baba Indrajith, Aaron Finch, Mohammad Nabi, Chamika Karunaratne, Anukul Roy, Shivam Mavi, Pratham Singh, Abhijeet Tomar, Aman Hakim Khan, Ashok Sharma, Ramesh Kumar, Harshit Rana
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romeulusroy · 2 years
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Imagine taking a bullet for Ray by Dex:
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It didn't take a second thought, or even a first. Your body knew what to fo before you told it to. It reacted. It moved. It stepped in front of him before you realized what was about to happen. Dex had a gun. He intended to kill Ray. Aiming for a crucial part of the body, but would allow the most suffering. You knew how his mind worked, how he looked at you. You weren't a person, a friend or coworker. You weren't a sibling, a child, a parent. You were access points. You were another target he could practice on. There was nothing important or distinguishing about you, nothing that could set you apart from those paper targets you used at work. You or anyone. Ray has a wife. A son. People enjoy need him, and love him. He has a better chance of getting out of this situation, of stopping Dex. If he'd had time to react, he would have pushed you out of the way. He was nice like that. Kind. But there wasn't any time and you were grateful for that. Even as the res began to spread and the pain burned through your body like the fires of Hell, you were grateful. Ray was going to stop him. He was goi g to watch his son grow up. He was going to do what you'd set out to do. Dex was pissed. There was one bullet left and you ruined it. You ruined everything. Even as you bled you smiled at him, knowing this was the beginning of the end. He was finally going to pay for what he's done.
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myriadimagines · 4 years
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IMAGINE: RAY WORRYING ABOUT YOU WHEN HE FINDS OUT FISK IS THREATENING YOU INTO WORKING FOR HIM.
Ray had noticed your change in behaviour. No longer chatty and excited to work every day, but quieter, more fatigued, as if something was crushing down on your shoulders. Ray tried to get you to talk to him, tried to get the truth, but you evaded his questions, coming up with unreliable excuses that didn’t even make sense. He knew something was up, and he feared the worst. He knew agents around him were dirty, leaving him feeling as if he had no one to trust. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to distrust you, too.
“y/n.” Ray corners you in an empty office room, where you had just taken a secretive phone call. He shuts the door behind him as your shoulders stiffen, and he takes a step closer to you as he asks,��“What’s going on? And tell me the truth.”
He stares at you, hard, and you gulp as your brain scrambles. You don’t respond at first, and Ray lets out a quiet sigh, fearing you’ll just push him away again, but to his surprise, you whisper, “It’s Fisk. I... I had no choice, Ray, you have to believe me. He was going to... I— I can’t let anything happen to my family.”
Ray gulps as his eyes widen in horror, and you take in a shaky breath as you take a step away from him. Squaring your shoulder, your tone changes as you ask, “So I’ll drop the paperwork off on your desk, okay?” 
Ray studies your expression, and you don’t need to say anything for him to understand. People are listening, watching. Ray nods at you, and you walk past him. Before you step out the room, Ray calls out your name, “y/n.”
You turn around, and Ray continues, “The case is going to be difficult, but... but we’re going to figure it out, okay? You know I’m always here to help.”
A grateful smile flashes across your face as you know what Ray is trying to say. “Thanks, Nadeem.”
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romeulusroy · 2 years
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Imagine Ray snapping at Karen when you're killed because of her:
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"Is it worth it now?"
Ray had never raised his voice at her, at anyone, let alone got in their faces, snapping the second they met his eyes. This was not normal, but neither were the circumstances. Your body lay cold on a body bag, on a gurney, where they wheeled you away from the crime scene. Your home, which would now only be remembered as a crime scene. There was nothing he or anyone else could do about this, about you. There was no bringing you back. There was no going back in time. The truth of it all hadn't fully set in, but it was there, heavy on his shoulders. If he wasn't angry he was going to sob, so he wire his anger loud and proud, his voice cruel, his exterior made of stone. The red and blue lights bled across the otherwise normal, happy streets. There were dogs, and kids, and couples. There were clouds in the sky and the hum of traffic. And you were dead. All of these were facts. Real.
Of course Karen never thought it would lead to this. That someone would be angry enough to come after you, to hurt you. It was a hunch she had it all, something small, seemingly insignificant. You believed in it though. You thought there was something more to it. Something underneath. You thought if you followed it, if you found your way in, you could uncover so much more. She supported you when no one else would, but she never expected it to be this dangerous. Whatever you found, whatever they searched your home from top to bottom for, it must've been crucial. Detrimental. Enough so to kill you over it. Ray didn't want to admit it to himself, but he blamed her. It wasn't right, but it's all he could do until they found out who did this, who you found.
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romeulusroy · 3 years
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Imagine Matt breaking the news to Ray you've gone missing:
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"Where's y/n?"
He didn't have an answer. No one did. The cops were searching your home as they spoke. Going through texts, emails, everything. You were an FBI agent who hadn't showed up to work. They didn't want to jump to conclusions right away, they didn't want to alarm anyone, but you were working the Wilson Fisk case, high profile, and that didn't sit well with anyone. Ray went to Matt first. Not the director, not anyone above him. He needed outside help, one without bias. Matt promised to talk to him once it was all clear, once he heard anything. Word spread fast, but it gossip, rumors. There was nothing concrete, nothing good, therefore nothing Ray wanted to hear.
Ray lowered his gun, the panic, the nausea, the reality of what was going on setting in. He'd fought it at work, he had to, but here, in his own home, it was all crashing down on him. They found blood. Not enough to kill you, but you'd gone down fighting. Your home was a wreck. Whoever it was, they wanted something, they were looking for something. Top secret cases only your eyes saw were pulled apart, littering the floor like confetti. Your computer, phone, every drawer or closet had been gone through. Fisk knew you had something on him, something that would close this case, and he needed to put a stop to it. It was up to Ray and Matt to figure out what you'd found that was so important, before it's too late.
"Matt, where's y/n?"
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romeulusroy · 3 years
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Imagine Matt overhearing your and Rays conversations:
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It was supposed to be a strictly professional relationship, and it was, for a while. He wasn’t sure what happened, and neither were you. The two of you had been through something crazy, something scary, leaning on one another for support. Through that, you got to know one another better, growing closer, more personal. You’d only joined Matt and Foggy weeks before all of this happened. You’d never spoken of a partner or even a interest in anyone before. Ray wanted to wait until it was all over though, before asking you on a date. He figured it would be more appropriate anyways. You should have known Matt would be able to hear, he’d been showing off that trick since day one, and that he’d definitely be telling Foggy every word. As soon as you walked out, after saying yes, you tried to play it off as cool as possible, but their grinning faces said it all. You and Ray looked to one another, embarrassed about getting caught, the duo laughing in response. It was cute, that’s all. Matt swore not to listen in on anything else, but you knew that was only half-true, so did Ray. 
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romeulusroy · 3 years
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Imagine Ray warning you about Dex being dangerous:
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You didn’t want to believe him. He was being paranoid, crazy, delusional. You and Dex had been close co-workers for a long time. He took you under his wing when you first joined, and though he could be a little odd around new people, that didn’t stop you from befriending him. You went on runs together, hung out on the weekends, went to the bar after a long week. Whatever Ray thought he saw in him, you didn’t, and you wouldn’t let him slander his name just because they didn’t get along. Of course you became defensive, he should have seen it coming, he should have eased the topic into the conversation. But how could he do that? Your friend was dangerous, maybe even a murderer. That’s not the kind of thing anyone can be eased into. After a moment or two of yelling, you hung up. He’d done the exact opposite of what he wanted, driving you closer to him than away from him. Dex had what he wanted, for everyone to be fooled, including you. Ray couldn’t let you get hurt by him, the person you were sticking up for constantly, even when it wasn’t justified, he couldn’t let anyone get hurt.
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romeulusroy · 3 years
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Imagine Ray realizing you were up all night worrying about him:
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"You're up?"
"I never went to bed." You sighed from the kitchen table. You'd been waiting there for hours, your nerves running thin. He hadn't called, or texted, you hadn't heard from him since he left for work that morning. He never responded when you tried. You knew you shouldn't have bothered him, but an awful feeling overcame you, twisting your gut, sending you in a spiral of all the worst things that dould happen. Anything could have happened between then and now, and yet he looked at you dumbfounded, shocked by your fear, forgetting his actions affected you, too. Anger bit your tongue. "I thought the worst Ray. I didn't know if you were okay. I didn't know if you were coming home. Next time, think of someone besides yourself." Even as you said it, you regretted it. You weren't mad at him, you didn't blame him, but you knew the realities of his job, how dangerous it was. You just wished he'd said he would be late coming home, called you on his way home, anything so you weren't left wondering how long it would take before you knew anything. "Please, let me know what's going on."
"Y/n, I had no idea."
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romeulusroy · 3 years
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Imagine showing Ray all the pictures you took of your baby while he was at work:
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Ray couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed at the sight. Your baby smiling at the camera, babbling, showing off their toys and snacks as if they knew he’d be watching just a few hours later. His long hours had gotten in the way of him spending as much time as possible with them. Every minute of his free time he was holding them, playing with them, even waking up in the early hours just to get whatever time he could with them. You tried as much as you could to catch all their cutest moments, which was basically all the time. You’d send pictures, which he’d open secretly in meetings and try his best to hide his smile. You called when he worked late, putting him on speaker so he could remind them he loved them and he wished them sweet dreams before bed. But it wasn’t the same, and he hated not being there. He wanted to be a good father, and though he was still figuring things out, like you were, he knew, no matter what, you and the baby would always come first, especially when it came to work. 
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine Matt admitting to Ray you got hurt going after Dex:
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Ray stood there frozen, trying to calm down, to hear what Matt was saying over his own ragged breathing. He'd heard him in his house, not knowing it was Matt, ready to catch someone breaking in, someone dangerous. Instead Matt stood before him, but he was different. Quiet, defeated, cautious. He was rocked the the core. You were okay, you were stable, but you were hurt, bad. He tried to talk you out of it, but you were so stubborn, so angry, you went after Dex alone, without even telling him. He felt something was off about you that day, glad he stopped by your apartment and realized you were gone. He wasn't sure what would have happened if he hadn't, though. If he'd gone home, pretended everything was normal. He wasn't sure if you would have been alive by the time he realized. Ray grabbed his doat, his wallet, his badge, insisting to be at your bedside until you woke up. He'd deal with Dex later, he'd make sure of that.
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine Ray being in denial about your vigilante life:
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Matt wasn't sure what it would take to get him to believe him. You never would have told him on your own, let alone shown him your outfit. This was your biggest secret, to some your biggest lie, and you intended to keep it that way. Still, Matt thought Ray deserved to know. He knew it wasn't an easy thing to accept, that this wasn't the kind of thing to drop on someone so unsuspecting, but he wasn't ready for the kind of defense Ray had at the ready. Immediately he was angry. He wouldn't have Matt drag your name through the mud, making up these grand lies about you, and for what? Why would he do this? If he wanted to run around at night dressed as a cat, pretending to be someone else, trying to fix an entire city, then that was fine, but that wasn't you. You were responsible, sensible, you wouldn't do it, at least not without telling him, right?
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine being Ray's sibling and going out with Dex:
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Ray knew it wasn't the time or place, but he barely got anything out of you this morning before you rushed off to work, a smile across your face knowing it would eat your brother alive all day. He had to know how your date went, what happened, and if that meant going to the next best source, then that's what he'd do. Dex wasn't much of a gossip. They worked closely together, but if he wasn't related to you, he would have had no idea Dex even had a date. He kept a lot to himself, even more than you did. Still, it didn't hurt to ask. He just wanted to know if it went well, if there would be a second date, if you two would become something more. You'd say it was too early to tell, or that it was none of his business, the same way you had as teenagers, but Dex was thoughtful with his answers. He didn't give away a lot, but he hoped there'd be a lot more dates. The way he worded it, said things, it made Ray think he was getting all the answers he wanted when Dex said so little, gave him so little.
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine flirting with your co-worker Ray:
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He couldn't help but smile, shying away from your advances. This was a new side to you he'd never seen. In the work area you were serious, determined, one of the best agents he'd ever seen. You were friendly, of course, but it was clear you kept work at work and your personal life to yourself. You were smart about what to and what not to share with others. Your life belonged to you, that was clear. This side of you he'd never seen. All smiles, laughs and jokes. You were affectionate to friends, playfully punching or hugging them when they left the bar. Even when you saw him, finally recognizing him, you were different. It wasn't just small talk, but a grand hello, an invitation to sit with you as your group slowly scattered, everyone going home. He'd never even thought of you as the flirting type, but here you were. He couldn't deny how charming you are.
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine Ray's fears coming true when you're targrted:
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Your door had been broken, left open, welcoming him inside. As he pushed it through, his heart beat in his throat, a wave of nausea threatening him. He'd seen this scene before, in his nightmares. Furniture turned over, drawers emptied on the floor, lights smashed, glass broken. In his dreams he found you bloody, broken, scared and angry, blaming him. His job came with a lot of dangers, a lot of things that came home with him, and by association, you. He'd asked you to move in with him countless times, wanting to be able to protect you, but you assured him you'd be okay, at least until your lease was up. Now he was walking through the rubble of your apartment, your things, but you were nowhere to be found, there was no response when he called for you. Despite the mess of your home, there was hope you were okay, you were safe.
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine Ray worrying about losing you to the job:
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"How do you hold on to them?"
"You mean y/n?" At the mention of your name, Ray smiled. Even if Matt couldn't see that, he knew how much you meant to him. He heard Rays late night phone calls promising you the overtime would end soon, that things would go back to normal, that he'd be home with you and the kids more when this was all over. When what was over? He couldn't tell you, and it made him hurt more than anything, but a job like this came with a lot of secrets for a reason. If he were to tell you, he'd be putting you in more danger than keeping it to himself. And it was putting a strain on your relationship, one he wasn't sure, if it went on ant longer, would be able to patch itself up back to how it used to be. . . .
"We're already growing apart," he admitted, spinning the wedding ring around his finger. "I can't risk losing them, but this is my job." You stopped taking his calls at night, saying it woke the kids up, that it was late and disrupted the night. Early morning calls were a distraction while you got them ready for school and your own work. Your texts were one word, and when he was home, you spent little time together. Helping with homework, doing household chores, by the end of the night, on the rare occasion that you went to bed at the same time, you slept as far away from one another. Ray hated living like this. He wanted his old life back, he'd do anything to get it once this was over.
"I think," Matt sighed, unsure of what to say. "I think you're already doing that. By seeing where you're messing up, putting it before them, you're already trying to hold on to them, before it's too late. Do what you've been doing. Notice things and fix them." He wished he'd done that before losing everyone.
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Imagine calming Ray when he's stressed with work:
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Ray sat at your kitchen table, rubbing his head, phone glued to his ear. He would have paced like he wanted, but he feared it would make too much noise and wake you. It was past midnight, and you'd woken up to an empty bed. You knew work had been getting to him lately, the stresses of it making him lose his appetite, disrupting his sleep schedule, making it hard to focus on anything else. You weren't sure how to help though, most of the gritty details kept secret. It made it harder to he of comfort when you weren't sure what was keeping him awake at night. Still, you could try. He jumped at your touch, but relaxed when you rubbed his shoulderds, feeling just how tense he was. You didn't have to know what he was going through to he there for him when he needed it. You.
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