yo..... i see your 'kara dying' ask and raise you 'kara getting captured/tortured by cadmus and having to tell lena that '
now, i rly think u shouldn’t have said that
ok how abt this:
kara is captured by cadmus for the second time on a warm thursday night.
it’s summer, her favorite season of the year, and she’s just flying around the city when she hears a sudden scream.
she is turning around and flying in the direction of the noise before she can fully register she moved, stretching her senses and trying to pinpoint what’s wrong.
so focused she is on trying to locate where the scream came from, she doesn’t notice anything is wrong until she’s shot out of the sky, the kryptonite darts shot at her working quickly enough that she hits the ground already passed out.
she briefly comes back to consciousness, long enough to notice she is being held in a cell, kryptonite cuffs on her wrists and the cell itself illuminated in a way she knows mimics the red sun. she can feel it in the way the floor is much too cold, much too hard; in the way her body aches all over and her ankle sits in an unnatural angle.
she doesn’t know how much time passes before someone appears, a man screaming for her to get up while he opens her cell’s door. she is too weak to move, her ankle hurts too much when she puts pressure on it, and the man kicks her stomach and sends her sprawling on her back.
he snarls something under his breath she can’t understand and he hefts her up and drags her behind him, ignoring her weak protests and questions of where they are.
he drags her into a room filled with people in lab coats and presents her to them with a gruff “i’ve got her”
one of the men turns them, cold smile and calculating eyes in place as he directs the man holding her up to “put her over there”
she’s tied to a bed then, and her trashing goes ignored when they tie her legs too tight, her ankle burning in protest. the first man offers a last parting glare after he finishes tying her up and gagging her mouth.
one of the other men in lab coats - scientists, she assumes - comes to her side then, connecting her to different machines and making brief annotations on a clipboard.
“don’t worry, alien, this will only hurt a lot” he says right before injecting her with something, and that’s the only thing she remembers before everything starts burning
wen she wakes up again, she’s back in the cell. her ankle is swollen, her throat is raw and hurts - probably from her silent screams - and there are multiple marks on her arms. when she manages to crawl in the direction of a wall to rest her back on it, she’s nauseated and feels like throwing up
the same man shows up then, scowling in her direction when he opens the door. he doesn’t say anything this time, just holds open the door so another man can follow him in and both of them drag her to the same room. the only difference is that they don’t gag her when they tie her to the bed this time, the man just leave after a particularly hard tug on the bounds on her legs.
when she manages to ask a broken “why are you doing this” to one of the scientists working around her, he just turns around with his head cocked to the side, considering before “just because you’ve managed to send one of us doesn’t mean you’ve ended the organization or the cause. you dedicate yourself to protecting the human population, do you not?” at her hesitant nod, he smiles “well, consider how much good you will be doing after we’ve completed our study on you and how much good Cadmus will be able to do with its discoveries after you’re gone”
it’s at this point someone else comes to her side, injecting her with something that quickly knocks her out
these sessions keep happening, one after other, and it’s the only indication she has that time is really passing, even if she doesn’t know how much
one day she wakes up being cradled in someone’s arms and when she looks up and sees her usual guard/keeper, his face transforms until she’s looking at “j'onn? is that you?”
“come on, supergirl, we have to go until they find out you’re missing. i’ve got you”
“but what about-”
“a team is already waiting nearby. our priority was taking you out of here”
she nods weakly, rests her face on his shoulder and manages to murmur an “i’m sorry” before she falls asleep from exhaustion
when she wakes up again, she’s back at the deo, surrounded by the sun lamps and with alex in a chair by her side. it’s when she register the sight of her sister, realizes her powers are back when she heard the frantic way alex’s heart is beating, that the first tears start to fall
she flinches back when alex moves to hug her and the pain she feels is a different one, only getting worse when she sees the way alex shoulders tense and she clenches her hands
alex waves off her apologies, only telling her to rest, promising she’ll stay there and that nothing else will happen to her
it’s only on the second time she wakes up that they let her get up and explain to her what happened, that other cadmus’ agents kidnapped her and took her somewhere out of the city, that they planned to study her and see what else they could discover before they killed her, that way making it easier for them to kill off all the aliens later
they tell her they took around a week - 8 and a half days - to find her, that the city was in chaos over her disappearance and everyone was speculating about what happened
when they’re alone in the car on their way back back to her place, alex tells her how lena was the one who alerted them something was wrong. she called alex the first night kara disappeared, telling her how kara hadn’t shown up to dinner or at any time of the night, hadn’t said anything came up and just vanished
tells her how lena offered to help in anyway she could, maintained in contact with alex so she could know everything they found and when they found kara. alex tells her she didn’t tell lena anything that happened in the cadmus facility or that it was cadmus that kidnapped her, just tells her that they found kara and were going to get her back
when they enter her apartment, alex gives her a brief kiss on the side of hear head and offers a nod and a wave to lena, who was sitting at the couch but got up when the door opened
lena looks at her then, eyes roaming every inch of her body to try and see if there was any lasting damage, tense posturing relaxing a little when she doesn’t find anything. she takes an hesitant step ahead, then stops and crosses her arms in front of herself, hands gripping her elbows hard enough to leave marks, and offers kara a small but soft smile.
“i- i’m so glad you’re safe now” and the way her heart beats, hard and fast, doesn’t escape kara
kara is the one who closes the distance between them, hesitating only a second before she envelops lena in her arms - because she stills flinches when people try to touch her, still gets startled with sudden and loud noises, still feels uncomfortable with anything too constricting
but this is lena, someone who makes her feel safe and at peace and at home, so she starts to relax when lena hugs her back, when she feels lena’s pulse under her hand, when she smells lena’s familiar perfume, when she feels the familiar way lena nuzzles her neck and rests her forehead on kara’s jawline
they say “i love you” at the same time, pulling apart to smile at each other and then, in silent agreement, they both move to the couch
kara hesitates another moment before she starts telling lena what happened, breath catching in her throat when she describes what they did to her and why they did it
she’s aware of the way lena’s hand tighten in hers, can hear the way lena’s jaw clenches, as the story progresses
she only realizes she’s crying when lena’s hands are suddenly cradling her face and she flinches back because of the sudden move
she sees the hurt mixed with concern flash in lena’s face and she stammers her way through a brief apology before lena is interrupting, telling her she understands
when kara starts to cry again, she’s the one who moves close to lena and allows lena to wrap her arms around her and press a kiss to her head
it’s to lena’s whispered “i love you"s and promises that they’re going to put an end to cadmus, together, that she falls asleep, feeling if only a little better, and infinitely times safer, for the first time.
Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!
“at it like bunnies”
#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”
modern muggle au <3
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.
Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.
“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.
“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”
“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.
“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.
“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.
Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”
If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.
Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.
Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.
It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.
It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.
They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.
He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.
A/N: Based on anon request: What if reader gets injured or sick in some way and Bones has to treat them but he’s mad that they’re hurt (because he hates to see them hurt) and he’s kind of rude about it? And reader is anxious and doesn’t like doctors/being yelled at and he goes to apologize after but reader isn’t ready to accept and says they need some time to think about it?? Surprisingly not as angsty as I originally intended, but I hope you still enjoy it!!
“Told you so,” Bones gloated, running a dermal regenerator over the burns of your hand.
“I wouldn't’ve gotten hurt if Keenser could’ve held his sneeze two more goddamn minutes,” you grumbled. “‘It’s the last time you’ll see me for a week. Promise.”
*Blake's finger tapped rapidly as she glances at her watch as she and her mother sat in a outside restaurant.* Where is she? She is never late. *She thought to herself, letting out a sigh as she took a sip of her ice tea.*
Is something wrong Blake? *Kali asked her daughter noticing her daughter's growing worrying expression.*
*Blake blinked, snapping out of her worrying trance while looking at her mother.* Hmm? Oh it's nothing seriously.
It's about Yang isn't it. *Kali stated with a small smile when her daughter blushing still before placing her hand on her shoulder.* Sweetie, You don't have to worry. Yang is still new to the lay out of our home. I'm should she will be here shorting.
Sigh, I know mom. I know. *Blake mutter patting her mother's hand.* It's just that I can't help it. Yang is never this later even when lost. Plus, with her being the only human on the entire island I'm afraid someone may try to pick a fight with her.
Aaaaw. That is so sweet. My little girl worried for my future daughter in-law's safety. *She sang happily before muttering to herself which Blake missed.* Plus, she isn't the only human on the island.
Her safety? I'm worried about the poor idiot that tries to start something with her.
Oh I'm sure Yang will behavior herself if someone starts something.
*Stares at her care free mom for a few second before speaking.* Mom. When Yang was trying to find clues about her mom's location she fought an entire nightclub is gangsters... And won.
Hey Blakey! Hey Kali! *Blake and Kali heard, allowing Blake to let out a sigh of relief they her girlfriend made it right until the two cat faunuses turned their heads to find a slightly roughed up yet cheerfully smiling at them as she carrying a very large bag over her shoulder. The two watched the Blonde huntress effortlessly hop over the railing, showing no concern for the bag hitting the metal fence and let out a groan before making her way to them and giving a kiss on Blake's cheek and taking a seat.* Sorry I'm late. I got kinda lost and got a little distracted, haha.
We can tell. *Kali said handing Yang her napkin.* You got some blood on your cheek.
Huh? Oh, Sorry about that. Thanks. *Yang said touching her bleeding cheek before taking the napkin, cleaning her cheek and then picking up the menu.* Soooo did you guys order yet?
No we haven-Forget that1 What happened!? Are you okay!? *Blake panicked as she quickly and carefully looked over her girlfriend to check for any serious injuries.*
Yeah. I'm fine. I just had a little run in with some jerks that is all. Well, a few jerk, a nice guy that helped me out with said jerk with a cool weird looking arm-
Arm dark blue, both arms turning into blades and finger into claws, skin darkish gray, almost half of the left side of his face cover, Bandana covering dark blue and black hair, one sliver eye with a blue ring around it, bang pants with a kama, and a liquid/fire like stuff like aura but live that forms out of and around him? *Kali cut in.*
Yeah that guy. Anyway, We beat then up and I rushed over here.
You were attacked!? We have to call the police!
Don't worry Blakey. That guy, what was his name, Kai I think Said he'll take care of it.
And you just took his word for it.
Sweetie. I know the man she is talking about. Trust me. He's a hunter.
But still! We should at least get their names and report them!
Oh. That actually reminds. *Yang saids still smiled at she reached for the giant bag, causing great concern for Blake.* You one them said that they are an old friend of yours Blakey.
What do you mean? *Blake hesitantly asked as she and Kali watch Yang open the bag and with a little bit of a struggle lift up a tied up Ilia, her arms, legs, and mouth bound by some blue moving blade like edges aura.* I-Ilia!? What the hell!?
*A blue symbiote like aura moves from her mouth.* Blake. I know what this looks like but I swear I was only trying to scare her off. I didn't mean to actu-mmm!! *She started to say before her mouth is covered again.*
Oh Good you do know her. *Yang continued to smiled, wearing a happy expression despite her hair slowly starting to ignite as an enraged aura forms around her.* So tell me Blake. Do you have any other exs that are going to try to KILL me I should know about?
*Knock knock knock*
Just a minute! *Blake called out as she opened the door of her house and peaked out to find a tall man matching the description of the man Yang and her mom were talking about standing there.* This must be that Kai guy that helped Yang early. *SHe thought to herself.* May I help you?
Yeah Hello Sorry to bother you so late. I was hoping you could help me. Is a blonde hairs girl with a cybernetic arm staying here by any chance? I think her name is Yang?
Yes She is. Why do you want t-huh? *Blake began to ask until Kai tosses her a small yet thick envelope and starts walking away.* Wait What's this?
Her cut? Of what?
Of bounties and what I got for selling the asshole's that attacked her's weapons. Good night.
Because I love cliches and both Niall and Harry have admitted to dancing in the rain so #22 - kiss in the rain, if you wish. :)
Harry doesn’t know where they are. Somewhere in the outskirts of London and too many streets away from the house they’re renting; the basement studio they’ve been recording mindless scribbles in that has left him yearning for new tattoos. He wants to wear his longing for everyone to see. Stark ink of confessions that only Niall will be able to translate.
They’re on a street and in a night, nearing morning in t-shirts and summer weather. Thunder roars, distant in its hunger, and the streets are wet and glistening. He can hear teenagers cheering along to The Human League from a nearby house, and Niall’s layering them with amusement. Is humming out laughter where he’s stopped to indulge Harry’s exasperation. He doesn’t care that they’re lost, because he probably isn’t. Is probably at home wherever he goes in the world, reading it as though it speaks his language. He has it at his feet, and Harry wants to kneel right along with it.
“You’re the one who wanted to go outside,” Niall reminds him, patient and fond in his amusement. He’s touching fingers to the bone in Harry’s wrist, stirring up a storm in lovesick blood beneath chilly skin.
“To look at the stars,” Harry agrees. They’d been cooped up all day; he’d wanted to feed Niall’s smile with something real.
Niall huffs out breath and laughter – doesn’t realize that his eyes contradict him when he says, “It’s cloudy! It’s been raining all day.”
“There are actual MC Hammer pants within a hundred feet distance,” Harry grumbles. He can feel himself frowning – can feel his ribage crack under the weight of tonight’s failure and the disappointment of not giving Niall what he deserves.
Niall steps in closer, wrapping fingers around bone and giving Harry a playful squeeze, “Mhmm, and you totally want a pair.”
The sky roars again; rain starts smattering against pavement; Alphaville take over the faraway speakers. It all blurs out the sound of Harry’s hopeless confession of, “I want you.”
Niall’s already singing along, declaring to the street that they’re only watching the sky, and it makes a sense of irony wrap itself around Harry’s heart while his pulse races with leftover beats beneath the pad of Niall’s thumb.
He watches for a while, ever so stunned by the beauty of Niall’s passion; by the look of utter delight that lights him up in the face of even the littlest of things. He’s shining, now, as though thunder and Alphaville and Harry are all the things he needs, standing on a forgotten street and admitting that he wants to be forever young because he doesn’t realize that he can be. That he can be anything he wants to be.
When he sings about adventures that could have happened today he’s back to laughing again, tilting his head and eyeing Harry with a challenge in his gaze, a dare to give up the act and join in. There’s another squeeze to Harry’s wrist; an unspoken we’re better together that loosens the hold around Harry’s heart and makes it swell with affection.
Someone’s throwing up in a pot of daffodils and there are still wasted teenagers screaming their hearts out to each other inside of the house, but Harry agrees that there are dreams swinging out of the blue, and then Niall’s kissing him. Making one come true. Pressing laughter to the seam of Harry’s mouth and rubbing rain and skin with his nose against Harry’s. They’re swaying; them, the street, and the clouds above. A rhythm of forever and now and 80′s music pushing Harry up on his toes and closer to Niall’s chest as he fumbles for stability. His hands fist Niall’s shirt; his lips part under Niall’s tongue. It doesn’t get more stable than that. Doesn’t get more eternal than the way Niall hums out contentment even as the song fades out into silence.
everyone anticipates The Iceman to be the Strict Dad, the one who demands respect and does the telling off and makes sure the kid doesn’t start fights in school. this is a misconception. nate is totally the Strict Dad. brad is the nerdy Fun Dad who rides a bike and calls it his ‘mighty steed’ and lets the kid watch him play 18-rated vidja and teaches him how to take apart a computer. nate allows it bc he’s actually a Fun Dad masquerading as a Strict Dad bc damnit brad someone’s gotta be!!!!
bRAD NAPPING ON THE COUCH WITH THE BABY ASLEEP ON HIS CHEST AND HE IS SO //////BIG///// AND HIS GANGLY ARMS AND LEGS ARE HANGING OFF THE SIDES LIKE A BIG SPRAWLING GIANT and the bab is so //////tiny///// like a little potoooooooo just curled up with his head under brad’s chin. nate takes many pictures
ok so this kid p much grows up with an entire platoon’s worth of uncles telling him that nate kept them alive in iraq, except ofc the story is altered a little so bab can understand. somewhere along the way (read: after spending a weekend at uncle ray’s) the kid picks up the idea that nate is in fact EVERY handsome shining prince in EVERY fairytale story who saves the day. nate never lives it down
soft pink pudgy potato baby wearing dumb rompers saying things like ‘my daddy is a MARINE what super power does your daddy have?’ and whenever brad has to wear his dress blues u bet ur ass that kid is gonna have his own lil set as well. nate thinks it’s ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean he passes up the chance to break out the teeny soft-knit version of the dress cap on summer days
brad is The King Of Bedtime Stories ok and lbr he’d be all up in the hobbit like. doing all the voices and he /////doesn’t even have the book////// and he’ll never admit it but he basically knows the story off by heart and gets sO INTO IT that by the time he’s finished with the part he’s telling the bab is WIDE AWAKE. ofc he has to read from the books when they finally move on to lotr, that is just too much. he doesn’t stop doing all the voices tho
nate making up dumb songs to teach numbers and the alphabet bc they don’t want the kid’s brain development in the hands of a tv screen. IN FACT, nate just singing to the bab a lot without even meaning to. it’s the first time brad’s ever heard him sing and hE’S SO IMPRESSED bc damn LT can ////sing////. on the other hand nate tends to sing a lot of indie and folk which brad counts as the fatal flaw that nate’s been hiding from him all this time. brad counters by going out of his way to sing avril lavigne and the spice girls. no one knows which one the lil butternut squash prefers more
ray ends up being the best uncle anyone can ask for who’s also not afraid of the mess that babies tend to leave in their wake. he’s okay with the peeing and pooping and the puking. ray needs to get in the sandbox? heck ray is gonna /////bury himself in the sandbox////. he’s ok with taste-testing gross mushy baby food and gets so over-enthusiastic while playing 'open up for the 40 mike-mike!!’ the kid will clean the whole jar. he gets a long-awaited upgrade to godfather by the baby’s second birthday (a purely honorary title given judaism doesn’t recognise godparents) and vows that no airbases will be stormed on his watch
nate being totally fuckin capable of going back to school and looking after a bab while his other daddy is away on tour for six months changing his diaper on a pile of revision notes strapping him to his chest and popping by the college library brainstorming thesis titles while giving potoooooooo his bottle gently rocking him to sleep with one foot slowly tapping away on his bouncer cradle while he types up a final draft on his laptop nATE BEING THE MOST CAPABLE ORGANIZED PARENT THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN
tHE BAB SITTING ON BRAD’S SHOULDERS WHILE BRAD HOLDS ONTO HIS ANKLES, THE LITTLE DINGUS WITH HIS HANDS ON BRAD’S HEAD AND SQUEALING BC /////BRAD IS SO TALL IT’S SO HIGH UP FOR A BABY//// THIS IS TOO MUCH
look alistair deep down u know that my ultimate bradnate parent!au is don’t you shake alone so like. if anyone else hasn’t read it rEAD IT. even if u aren’t into the pairing the characterization is 200% on point and the baby is sickeningly adorable //////tHEY ARE SICKENINGLY ADORABLE///// and it has one of the most honest and careful portrayals of ptsd I’ve ever seen in a fanfic. so yeah. go read it.
Imagine jean giving jeremy a piggy back ride!!! Or kissing jeans cheek and jean getting all embarrassed!
your prompt is the loveliest!! i’d go with jeremy kissing jean’s cheek!
jean isn’t the most affectionate person. he doesn’t know how many kinds of affection there are out there, to be honest. he has spent so much time with the ravens and in the nest, he doesn’t know why people would start being affectionate with one another.
but anyway, there was this one day jeremy and jean were out at the supermart, getting some necessities for their new home
they were talking about how they should probably go visit jeremy’s family during summer, and jeremy told him about how excited his little cousins, nieces, nephews (i imagine jeremy’s family to be quite big tbh) are all excited to see jean again.
let’s walk this love backwards like our spines are slicing through dusty road wind, fighting against a gusty current. i’m always going to love you like a palindrome, the same right to left, so it doesn’t matter which way we read it. a geomagnetic reversal switches north with south and south with north and i loved you at this world’s every turn and variation, each unbearably exquisite extreme.
besides, it starts and ends in apology, so let me say i’m sorry for not being able to squeeze the way the unbound existence of you makes me feel into something that resembles r-o-m-a-n-c-e or whatever else they type out in novels and splay across marquees. i’m sorry for watching your mouth too much when you talk, for liking the way you spun facts into sprawling fiction steeped in sincerity. i'm sorry my hands could weigh hearts and were always cold. i’m sorry you remember that i always loved you better than anyone else did.
i’m sorry i forgot.
how long did it take you to figure out i’m not any good at this? they don’t write textbooks on battlefield love, but i learned some things by trial and error and messy hypotheses.
i learned i liked you best on sunday mornings and tuesday afternoons and also most times in between. i learned i liked the way you smiled in the tightest of spaces, that cars always got smaller on endless stretches of road and if i could make you laugh i’d roll the windows up to trap the sound. it made me feel like i could keep you.
it rained when we met. let me be more clear because you said i never am: i don’t mean when we first shook hands or filled in the blank on “my name is” stickers in mid-air. i mean when i could first tell that you hid two kinds of joy behind a smart smile, that your footsteps into fogged darkness always beat out a dangerous rhythm and i thought i could dance to it.
it was an ugly, slanted rain when i thought maybe this thing might have a heartbeat, that we might have teased a frankenstein monster out of our combined lunacy and laughter.
hey, i wanted to tell you, with my palm over your chest so i could snatch the pulse. it’s alive.
the odd numbered pages are things i didn’t say // j.a.s
Tate (pre death):
you and Tate met at a music store. You were looking at all the Green Day records absentmindedly as you tried to keep your attention from the cute blonde boy looking at Nirvana records next to you. You finally decided on an album - Green Day's 39/Smooth - and were about to go pay for it, when the boy turned to look at you, smirking slightly.
"Hey," he said. You returned the favour with a simple smile. He complimented your taste in music, before going off on a long explanation about why you should also listen to Nirvana. Your smile widened, and when he stopped to breathe, you finally got to ask him his name.
You and Kit naturally met at the asylum, both framed for crimes you knew you didn't commit. You couldn't help but think that for a religious institute, the people working there were pretty godless. You met Kit on the first day he was thrown into that hellhole. He entered the common room, and the very limp in his step suggested sister Jude had already beaten him bloody. As per usual, 'Dominique' was giving you almost sane residents a headache, but nobody dared go near the record player to switch it off. Nobody but Kit. Your friend Grace chided him about his actions, and he nodded, looking to find a place to sit down. He found one right next to you.
A simple conversation started between you two, which naturally led to the discussion of how you were both brought here. Something inside you knew that Kit, like you, was innocent. And so, bonding over your natural hatred of the place, and your strong feelings of moral betrayal, you two became good friends.
It was - to say the least - a shock when you were told you were a witch. However, you barely had time to react, as you were near immediately being whisked off to Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. You and several other witches waited anxiously at the gate, which was - soon enough - opened by a handsome boy, around your age. You later learned his name was Kyle, and you two had an immediate connection.
Even Delia wouldn't dare interrupt the two of you laughing together, sending Queenie up to do so instead. You two were practically inseparable, and it wasn't hard to tell.
you never felt it right to go watch other humans being exploited for what God had given them. However, when your friend dragged you along to watch the freak show, you couldn't refuse. You saw some magnificent people with incredible deformities, but one in particular caught your eye. 'Lobster Boy' was his title, and the name certainly was accurate. Instead of five fingers, 'Lobster Boy's hands resembled claws.
He caught you looking at him, and winked at you, causing you to blush profusely. He smirked, looking away. 'Lobster Boy' didn't look at you once more until the show had finished, where he watched you leave. Moments later, he ran out of the tent to find you, wandering through the crowd.
"Hey;" you turned around, "name's Jimmy."
You were staying at the Hotel Cortez for the week. Much like the name gave off, the place was full of grandeur and elegance. The woman at the desk, however, was far from any of the whimsical aspects of this place. Short, stout, and scowling, she did not look like someone you would want to cross.
"I'd like a room, please." You said politely enough. "Most people do," she snapped back. The woman handed you a key, and you got away from her as quickly as possible.
On your way to 'Room 62' you bumped hard into a stranger you could've sworn wasn't there before.
"Oh; I'm so sorry!" You cried out. The man turned to face you, the angered expression on his face softening as he took you in. He was undeniably handsome, with a sort of 1920's vibe about him which intimidated you more than you cared to admit.
"Yes..." He licked his lips thoughtfully. "James March. Come, let me buy you a drink." His strange dialect was so enticing that you let him lead you down to the bar.
In which I ramble about my Celestial!Percy AU idea because I am clearly procrastinating.
To preface: Please don’t assume I am referencing accurate D&D information, because I’m not, I just wanted some sort of Percy with wings, and this plays into keeping him corrupted in some way. I did do some small bit of research, but I am also quite shamelessly twisting things for my own purposes.
(Holy shit this is super long. I’m so sorry. They’re just thoughts! I tend to toss things about, change timelines, alter intent, etc, quite a bit depending on what I want to draw at the time. So this is all my… Plan A. Yeah. My Plan A.)
(Also I only BRIEFLY proofread. So it’s all probably a confusing mess.)
Vladimir x Reader. Both you and Vladimir struggle to fight the feelings you have for each other until the truth all comes tumbling out in an unexpected way. **Title from The Wonder Years’ song, lyrics from Neck Deep’s “Rock Bottom”**
But I know you’re chasing something, or has what you wanted got you scared and running?
And I know you’re missing something, because I felt it there that night, and caught you blushing.
“Volodya,” you huffed out exasperatedly, tugging at the blond’s scarred and tattooed hand. “All you’ve been doing lately is drinking in your office alone or going to the same overrated club to fuck variations of the same girls. How is that possibly fun?!”
Vladimir pulled out of your grip and rounded on you, an irritated look crossing his face. “How do you know what women I fuck?”
You snickered. “Tolya told me he can hear their heels and smell the clouds of perfume from down the hall. Not to judge.” You paused and grinned wickedly as he swore under his breath. “And I heard all about the false eyelash fiasco that left you mentally scarred for life. What was her name? Star?”
“That is it, out, now,” the blond growled, trying to push you out the door as you dug your heels against the concrete with resistance. You waited a second before spinning around, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and laughing as he staggered back from the impact. You felt your stomach flip involuntarily as you breathed in his cologne and felt his muscles tense instinctively.
“You smell good, Volodya. Loving this cologne!” you murmured playfully, your voice muffled against the soft blue fabric.
You didn’t see it, but his cheeks started growing red at your words.
“The fuck are you doing, crazy?!” he sputtered.
You looked up at him with a determined gaze. “I’m not letting go until you agree to come out with me tonight! You’ve bailed on me for 2 weekends in a row and I miss partying with you. "I have work” is not an excuse when we work at the same place and I know what work you have.“
Y/N,” he growled threateningly, trying to pry you off him and failing.
You chuckled. “You watched me win a pull up contest against Sergei, shithead, you think my arms are gonna wimp out that quick?” You squeezed tighter and that was it.
“Fine, I go!”
You released your hold with a triumphant smirk and patted his cheek as he looked at you with an odd expression of annoyance and amusement – and was that a little bit of nervousness you saw? You kept your hand on his cheek, surprised at how warm it was. “God damn, you need to hit the gym, look at you all red from trying to pry my 130 something-pound ass off,” you said teasingly with a smirk.
Vladimir scowled and your face fell for a moment. “Seriously, Vlad is it some kind of punishment to hang out with me outside of work suddenly?” You said with a harsh laugh.
Vladimir shook his head quickly, looking at you earnestly with his blue eyes. “Nyet. It is not that.”
You stared at him, waiting for an elaboration. You knew he wasn’t one to talk about how he felt, and up until now you had played it off like it wasn’t bothering you, but you were a bit hurt that he was bailing on plans to go out with you to drink alone or fuck strippers.
You and Vladimir had grown close since joining the Russians a few months back to help them expand the distribution of Gao’s product to wealthier clients across the city and abroad. You and Anatoly got along well right away – he was the one who brought you on and liked you right away, admiring your sweetness coupled with a ferocity that rivaled that of his brother’s when it came to speaking your mind. You weren’t intimidated by him or Vladimir; you would tell them when they weren’t handling business as efficiently as they could or when they were just being assholes.
Unlike his brother, Vladimir didn’t take so kindly to any constructive criticism. He hated being told how to do his job, and he hated it even more when you did come up with better business strategies than he did. After the first week, however, his agitation dissipated entirely when you skipped into his office triumphantly with a list of 30 or so filthy rich clients you had scored and he couldn’t help it, he was impressed and extremely thrilled– and kind of turned on. Vladimir felt himself smiling, a rare thing for him these days. You smiled back. He offered you a drink and you spent the next few hours getting drunk contentedly with him and Tolya, loving whenever you could get the blond’s scarred face to light up with a smile or even laugh.
You liked Vladimir a lot. You weren’t stupid; you knew he was dangerous, had major problems with emotional intimacy and had a nasty temper. But you also knew that he always asked how your day was and that his smile gave you butterflies, that you liked the banter you two had, that you loved being around him and you liked how adventurous he was. You noticed how his eyes lit up like a child when he was excited and that he would talk comically faster, that he was actually pretty smart and insightful, that he would punch out any men he caught making obscene comments about your body and that he was fiercely devoted to the rare few he let in – Anatoly was enough proof of that.
He found himself noticing things about you as well. He still had the picture of you and him on his iPhone from that night; you had snatched it from him and rested your chin on his shoulder while you smiled happily, yelling out “Now I have TWO Russian crime lord best friends!” It made you sad that he only really had his brother, you liked making sure that he knew someone else cared about him. Now that he had put his stubborn pride aside, your humor and passion, your sincerely caring and slightly reckless nature were all made clear to him and he found that he liked it. really, really liked it.
At first, he didn’t think anything of it, just told himself that he just thought you were hot and smart and an off limits work associate. But the more time you spent together in and out of work sober or drunk – throwing knives at a dartboard while you talked about shipments, running and giggling through Times Square together with a handle of vodka, backing each other up in any bar fights, sitting in his office going over paperwork with takeout, watching your body hungrily as you dragged him off to dance at a crowded party– the more he found himself wanting you. But not just in a physical sense, it was deeper than that. It was an emotional, yearning, encompassing kind of want, could he call it love? He had never felt like this. Whatever it was, it scared the Russian crime lord to death.
And two weeks ago, you had found him in his office in a fury about the masked man, his blue eyes shining as he blinked furiously and screamed at you to get out. But you didn’t. You approached him gently, grabbing his a hand and talking to him until he calmed down – Tolya was the only one he thought could do that. He had never seen anyone but Tolya look at him like that – like he deserved to be cared for – and as you pulled him into a hug, he found himself almost saying three words and panicked. So he bailed on plans with you while he tried to figure out how to control the way he felt – but he didn’t know if he ever would be able to.
“Vladimir,” you said sharply, watching him pull himself out of whatever thought he was having. He exhaled and looked at your pained face, feeling a twinge in his heart as he lied about why he was really avoiding you. “I think I love you and I don’t know what to do,” he thought to himself bitterly. But what came out of his mouth was, “Just been stressed with shipments delayed because of that fucking masked prick running around. It is not your fault. I am sorry I upset you, that was not my intention.”
Your gaze softened and you nodded. “It’s ok, Vlad. I just didn’t know if I did something to piss you off.” He shook his head and chuckled. “You know I let you know when you piss me off.” You laughed. “This is true. But hey, now you can enjoy the weekend and come have fun with me!” You gave him an exaggerated grin and did your best spirit fingers, laughing as he smiled and shook his head at your antics. You stood on tiptoe and mussed up his spiky blond hair. You grinned coyly. “Smile more, Volodya. It looks good on you.”
Without waiting for a reaction, you pushed your Ray Bans down over your eyes and headed out the door. “Be at my apartment at like 9:30, OK?” You called back as you looked at your phone nonchalantly, somehow keeping your voice even a smile broke across your face, turning to a sigh. You knew how you felt about Vladimir, but you weren’t stupid – he wasn’t exactly a relationship kind of guy. What was the point of telling him how you felt if it would just make things more complicated? You didn’t need anymore heartbreak and you liked what you two had now. So you kept your feelings to yourself and settled for enjoying your friendship and his company – and throwing in sly flirtations and compliments along the way.
As soon as you shut the door, Vladimir turned to the couch and fell on it facedown, screaming into one of the cushions. He sat up suddenly and hit Anatoly’s name on his phone and chewed at his lip. “Tolya, come to the office,” he fired off in Russian. He hesitated. “I need your help, brother.”
Holy hell this was hard to set up PHEW can’t wait to progress with this baby
I’ve finally recovered enough to write down my somehow-processed thoughts on the finale and what future developments it may bring, so here we go.
The idea of building the entire episode around Flint and Silver’s conversation was so emotionally satisfying.
I can’t even begin to describe how invested it made me feel; it gave me everything I had hoped for, but also everything I feared.
A prophecy, a foreshadowing, the promise of a tragedy.
We got Flint shedding the last plates of his armor of his own volition, baring his heart to Silver, giving him access to literally every part of himself. If we take 3x01 and compare it to their recent interactions, it is evident how heavily dependent on Silver’s presence Flint has become.
He was utterly alone, the ghost of a man, driven only by anger and guilt and despair, terrified of himself.
His subconscious, manifesting itself in his dreams, literally screamed for him to not go that way, to save himself, but he didn’t listen.
Then Silver showed him a glimpse of concern, a hint of undestanding, and Flint latched on to that like a drowning man to a rope.
His subconscious told him that he was not alone anymore, that he could allow himself to lean on this person he had been drawn to like a magnet from the start.
And Flint did.
Piece after piece, he has trusted Silver with every weakness; in his starvation for companionship, for a significant bond, he has offered his whole self to him.
Silver needed Flint too, and still needs him to some extent, but as reliant as Silver is on his mind above everything else, he won’t let Flint invade his soul like a storm, not anymore. He said it himself, told Flint with disturbing coldness. He will be Flint’s end, not the other way around, because Silver just won’t permit it. Despite their bond, despite the feelings that might keep growing between them, despite the fire that links their souls to one another and that might bring them to acknowledge and act upon the magnetic pull between them.
When they eventually clash, Silver will be able to detach himself, and Flint won’t. There will be pain and suffering on both sides but Flint will be crushed under the weight of it.
Destroyed by the person he offered his soul to.
Jasper locked up the door to the library. It was his first time closing, and walking home this late made him nervous. He made his way down the street, carefully following the directions on his phone to his apartment, while also being sure to check each alley for danger. He looked down at his phone again as he rounded a corner, immediately crashing into someone and dropping something out of their hands. "Oh I'm so sorry let me get-- uhh.... is that... blood?" He asked nervously. -jaspervancura-rp
Quill groaned as half of his butcher’s blood bags dropped to the floor and tore open. “You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he was momentarily occupied by the loss of nourishment, calculating how much he’d have to drink now. It was either take the normal amounts and hunt for rats and cats in the last week like a mangy predator, or stretch his remaining supply and feel miserably weak for a while before his next pick up. Remembering the reason for the loss, he looked up at the person he’d run into and processed the question. “It’s– yes, I’m a nurse at…” oh, Christ, it was too late at night to come up with a decent alibi. “I’m a vampire,” he shrugged. He’d never really cared enough about it. On the plus side, usually if anyone found out they’d stay away. He never understood every supernatural in this town’s need to hide. It’s not like half the town wasn’t suspicious anyway.
[Happy to finally meet Jasper!]
do you have any favourite stoner!trc headcanons? :)
oh boy. DO I EVER. do you even know what you’ve just unleashed?? prepare yourself
noah absolutely has like, a really pretty pastel bowl that he named lacey (after jesse lacey of brand new). he also got one for blue, one of those really cute ones that’s shaped like an elephant
ronan’s eyes always look extra blue when he’s high because they get bloodshot and heavy-lidded and it. makes adam’s heart race honestly
adam appreciates nature even more than usual, like. he basically pets gansey’s mint plants and hums to them and dreamily admires henrietta through the big factory windows of monmouth. and he gets really loose-limbed and all lazy and he loves when ronan plays with his hair? and he muses about really dumb stuff, like the fact that oranges are basically pre-sliced by nature. and when he says this out loud, noah is absolutely mindblown and spends several minutes trying to recover
blue giggles a lot and also spends a lot of time staring at things with her eyes squinted, scrutinizing them. and she insists that ronan put on some really chill vibe-y electronic music and thinks every song is like five hours long even though they’re only a few minutes each
ronan gets so handsy and wants to be like. basically glued to adam forever? and he just stares dopily at adam with a huge lazy grin on his face and makes really obvious comments about how pretty adam is. he doesn’t say he loves him outwardly. but. he basically says it in other ways
also ronan loves watching baby animal videos (all the time, but esp. after he’s been smoking), he can barely contain his emotions because they’re just so fucking cute, you guys, you don’t understand. baby animals are so pure and he just like. dies on the floor while chainsaw pokes him with her beak, reminding him that she’s his favorite animal
gansey gets like. mad philosophical and dishes so much knowledge? and even when he makes literally no sense, everyone else is like, holy shit dude. i know exactly what you mean. and gansey’s just beaming. he is the personification of sunshine
also gansey is like, one of those people who is just like super happy and smiley when he’s high? like he just wants to hug everyone and is so content to be alive? and he like. holds hands with adam and kisses ronan’s cheek and tickles noah’s ribs and nuzzles blue’s neck. omg
noah makes a lot of really horrible jokes like “i wish my grades could smoke so they’d be higher” lmao and he’d make puns that would make absolutely zero sense if they weren’t all stoned af, but since they are, everything’s hilarious. and then when they sober up they still laugh about the ridiculousness of everything and they have so many dumb inside jokes because of it
if ronan falls asleep when he’s high he always ends up bringing back really dumb shit from his dreams. like, iridescent bottlecaps that don’t actually belong to any existing bottles, or pale feathers that are impossibly soft and smell like lilacs, or fake flowers that shift in color depending on how you hold them. noah and blue make hanging mobiles and crowns and dreamcatchers out of them
and they all just love each other a whole lot and always end up ordering way too much chinese takeout that takes them way too long to eat? and then they’ll put on some dumb food network show like diners drive-ins and dives and, despite having just eaten, will like groan and drool over all the diner food that guy fieri is showing them. also blue makes fun of his spiky blonde hair the whole time
Harry sleepily rubbed a hand down his face as he sat in the backseat of the uber. They were finally pulling onto their block and after a way too long flight and three extremely long days away, he was finally home. When the driver pulled in and everything was sorted, he got out and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. He went up to the door, unlocking it and stepping inside. He instantly put his stuff against the wall and then headed off to find either of his two loves.
the end of that imagine actually got me a lil teared up, it was really touching! if you wouldn't mind writing about it, how do you think gladion would react if it was instead the reader who approached him first to state their feelings? _(:3」∠)_
Crazy Little Thing Called Rotom
A/N: I was so excited, I had to post this as soon as I finished. So, here you go, un-proof read and straight from the brain.
Pairing: Gladion x Player or Gladion x Moon/Sun if you prefer.
You’d say you didn’t know what possessed you to come to this place except you do know. About ninety percent of the reason you’re stood outside the entrance to the Aether Foundation is the fault of one Z-Powered best friend of yours.
Lillie had been writing to you more lately since you shared your concern about not having seen Gladion recently. You put it off for as long as you could but after the second week of checking that motel he lived at for two years you were getting a tad worried. Mail was quick enough to Kanto through Pidgey or Fletchling or any of the countless other flying type Pokemon in Alola. But, you decided to send out your own bird Pokemon. After all, it didn’t do to have someone read it before Lillie did.
After finishing his workout for the day, Nick decided to relax for a little bit before heading over to his girlfriends place. He changed into more comfortable clothes before he grabbed the box of dinosaur chicken nuggets that they were both a little too excited to eat. He hadn’t seen her since he took her to her appointment last week, and he really missed her, so he knew he’d be happy to see her. Leaving his room with the nuggets at hand, he made his way to the car before taking off to her house. He arrived at her house as he got out of the car and made his walk up to her front porch, where he knocked on the door a few times as he awaited to see her.