icy car

Je m’étais promis de ne pas poster à ce sujet, mais devant les #SansMoiLe7Mai, les #JamaisMacron et autres “blocus ni FN ni Macron”, je ne peux pas rester sereine.

L’idée de voir Le Pen élue présidente le 7 mai me terrifie, terrifie beaucoup de monde, mais manifestement pas assez, au vu des réactions qui pleuvent depuis dimanche dernier.

Oui, c’est facile pour moi qui me reconnais dans les idées de Macron.

Oui, c’est chiant de toujours finir par avoir à voter contre plutôt que pour.

Oui, c’est d’abord de la faute des électeurs du FN si le score de Le Pen est aussi haut.

Mais dans un système où le vote blanc n’est pas pris un compte, où c’est l’un OU l’autre, ne pas voter ou voter blanc, c’est lui faire un boulevard. 

Depuis les résultats du premier tour, je vois se multiplier sur internet (et je ne parle pas de tumblr, honnêtement je viens ici pour la lolitique plus que la politique, je crois que ça se remarque :’’’) ) des posts et des vidéos visant à décrébiliser Macron, à le vanner sur sa soi-disant absence de programme, à tourner en dérision la moindre de ses propositions. Moi aussi, je suis la première à vanner Macron, mais je fais la part des choses. Dans un contexte politique, j’oublie que le considère comme un enfant, j’oublie les blagues que j’ai aimé faire il y a cinq mois, j’oublie qu’il m’insupporte avec sa success story et sa comm’ incroyable, et je l’écoute. Les gens mettent tant d’énergie à le discréditer que certains croient SINCÈREMENT qu’il n’a vraiment pas de programme. J’ai même vu des “10 bonnes raisons de ne pas voter Macron le 7 mai”, un article TRÈS responsable sachant qu’on a le FN en face…

Le Front National, bordel de merde ! Pourquoi les gens mettent autant d’énergie à descendre le dernier candidat en lice pour faire barrage au FN ? Pourquoi les gens s’évertuent à mettre sur le même plan le libéralisme et toutes les déviances de ce parti nationaliste ?

La démocratie est une forme ambiguë de régime politique. Elle se veut la plus juste, mais quand on a des scores à 24 et 21% (environ hein), il reste la moitié des votants qui sont déçus, et tous ceux qui n’ont pas eu leur mot à dire, et tous ceux qui n’ont pas voulu la donner. La situation actuelle est difficile à gérer, c’est évident.

Quand Trump a été élu, incompréhension générale. Tout le monde disait que ça n’était pas possible, que jamais le peuple ne laisserait faire ça, que tout était plié d’avance. Mathématiquement, c’était impossible. Et pourtant.

Arrêtons le “ça ne peut pas arriver”. Plus que jamais, oui, Marine Le Pen PEUT être élue présidente de la République. Ne rien faire contre, c’est dangereux et irresponsable. J’entends ceux qui disent que, si elle est élue, on peut lutter différemment. Mais pourquoi ne pas profiter de l’occasion d’empêcher cette éventualité ? Certains se disent prêts à tout pour s’opposer à l’extrême droite, mais semblent trouver un bulletin au nom de Macron placé dans une urne au-delà de leurs moyens.

Je ne veux pas revivre le choc du 9 novembre, quand j’ai ouvert les yeux sur la victoire de Trump aux Etats-Unis. Je ne veux pas vivre pendant cinq, dix ans avec la rage de voir Marine Le Pen élue présidente alors qu’il y avait des moyens simples de l’en empêcher.

Originally posted by wickedcastiel

Imagine being the reason Dean doesn’t let anyone drive Baby

~ Head Honcho


“Dean, I’m so sorry.” You apologize, the look on the dark blonde’s face. “The roads were icy and the car just showed up out of nowhere…”

Dean blocks you out as you continue talking and just stares at his pride and joy being pushed into the shop. He and Sammy let you take the car for a supply run while they did some research at the motel.

“(Y/N).” Dean sighs, running a hand through his hair. You stop rambling and look at him.

“What?”

“Just…” He buries his face in his hands and sucks in a long breath. “you’re paying for this.”

“Of course, 100% all cost on me.”

“You’re never going to be allowed near the goddamn steering wheel.”

“I get it, I get it.” You nod.

“You know what.” He scoffs and sets his hands on his hips. “No one is driving my Baby but me. I swear on my life, if anyone lays a hand on her that will be the last memory they’ll have before they get a bullet to the head.”

“Okay, a little overdramatic.” You point out. “But understandable.”

“No, no one is driving her unless I’m not around to say anything.” He shakes his head and angrily storms off to the mechanics.

Vous m’faites chier avec votre Mélenchon, vous m’faites chier les supporters à vous acharner contre Hamon pour qu’il rejoigne Mélenchon. Mais bordel, si Benoît Hamon veut aller jusqu’au bout de ses convictions qu’il y aille et c’est tout à son honneur. Quelle image il aurait aux yeux des gens qui ont voté pour lui à la primaire de la gauche s’il se rallierait auprès de Mélenchon. Quelqu’un pour l’Europe qui rejoint quelqu’un de contre. C’est pas du tout ses convictions donc c’est normal qu’il le rejoigne pas, non ? Qui dit que les gens qui soutiennent Hamon seront prêt à voter Mélenchon ? 


Bref je veux pas engager de débat, je le dis juste ici car la plupart des gens que je suis/qui me suivent ne comprennent pas le français. Je veux juste un endroit pour m’exprimer sans attiser la colère de certains. VOILA BISOUS. CA FAIT DU BIEN DE GUEULER UN BON COUP. 

Oh allez tu peux bien faire ça pour moi.”
“Tu es une petite salope en vrai.
— 

1ère citation : c'était à une soirée avec un garçon qui me plaisait. Il a prit ma main de force pour la mettre sur son sexe. Je lui ai dis non et j'ai lutté pour retirer ma main. Il m'a ensuite dit ça avant de se détourner de moi. J'ai fini par faire ce qu'il voulait que je fasse, cette fois sans qu'il ne me force.

2ème citation : ce qu'il m'a dit après que je l'ai touché. 

J'ai longtemps hésité à raconter cet épisode et à témoigner ici, car ce n'est pas aussi grave que ce que j'ai déjà pû lire sur ce tumblr. Mais, il n'avait pas à m'insulter. D'ailleurs j'ai encore très honte de moi aujourd'hui au souvenir de cet événement. Et je me suis sentie terriblement mal après ça, j'ai eu le sentiment d'avoir été utilisée. Depuis ce jour je ne lui ai plus jamais reparlé ni revu.

Comme tumblr a détruit toute la qualité de cette merveilleuse photo dans le masterpost hot!MV, je la reposte ici, car c’est un peu La Vie.

fahc-jeremy-dooley  asked:

FAHC Jeremy and Trevor, angst, and they're in a car?

I popped this out quick holy shit
Send prompts and I may deliver

“Holy shit.” Jeremy breathed, adrenaline starting to pump through his veins. He and Trevor were just ran off the road by some dicks in a black SUV, causing their car to go hurtling into the dark, icy water below. The car was now gently sinking, water rushing into the car as it sank.

Jeremy looks to Trevor, who’s sat in the driver’s seat of the car. He’s plastered to the seat thanks to the seat belt, and he had fallen unconscious before they hit the water. “Fuck.” Jeremy says, unbuckling his own seatbelt. Trevor was still breathing, evidenced from his chest fighting against the belt that had locked tight.

Jeremy rolls down his window, knowing that there would be no way he could open the door until the entire car was filled with water. “C’mon Trevor, wake up, please.” Jeremy pleads. He can hear Michael yelling, he and Ryan had been following them in a different car. “Fuck, please.”

Jeremy knows that his begging won’t get him anywhere, and Trevor isn’t going to wake up before the car is fully submerged. Water was already up to the seats, soaking Jeremy’s lower half with frozen water. He tries to unbuckle Trevor’s seatbelt, hoping to try and pull the unconscious man out the window with him, but is surprised to find that the seatbelt is jammed. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Jeremy mumbles, movements becoming desperate and clumsy as the seatbelt buckle became submerged in dark water. Weren’t these things made to save lives? Why the hell was it locking up like this? Why wouldn’t it fucking unbuckle?

“Trevor, you gotta fucking wake up, please.” Jeremy says, panic lining his words. “You have to fucking wake up, c’mon, fuck.” Water is starting to come through the window, meaning that Jeremy either had to let Trevor drown or they both would. “Fuck fuck no please.” Jeremy begs, his eyes starting to water. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Trevor, I’m so sorry.” Jeremy presses a kiss into Trevor’s cheek. “I love you.”

Gone in a Flash

Warnings: Blood, violence, torture

Imagine you work with the Justice League and the Flash, and one day are taken captive for it. They all think you die- including Barry. Then one day- you show up on Barry’s front door - but you’re not the same person as before…

Tell me if I should write part 2! Feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1:

        Driving down the dirt road in the middle of the forest, you thought nothing could go wrong. The sun was streaming through the trees, the temperature was perfect, and for once you weren’t screaming into a microphone for Flash to ‘duck or you’re going to get your head knocked off’.

It was a relaxing feeling. You had been busy watching Damien Wayne, and now he was sending you to get breakfast. Even though he was a ten year old, you really didn’t want to keep him waiting. So, you had left promptly to get donuts from the nearest shop. Honestly, you welcome the stress free drive into town. It was the opposite of your usually hectic life. You smiled and leaned in to turn up the radio- and that’s when everything went wrong.

A blinding flash of blue enveloped your vision, and crumpled the front of your car. The car stopped- but you didn’t. You felt your seat belt snapping, and you were flung forward breaking through the windshield, rolling across the ground.

What had hit you?

Every part of your body ached, and you noticed that your right arm was pinned under your body in an unnatural way. You shifted and pain raced up your arm.

It was definitely broken.

You took a shaky breath, almost crying out when another wave of pain racked your limp body. An air of chillness was seeping over your legs. Tilting your head down towards your shoulder, you could see a brief glimpse of ice near your car.

Ice…

You shifted your body, and flung yourself onto your back. You cried out, but if was worth it because now as you breathed heavily on your back, you could see that a massive barrage of icy spikes had impaled the front of your car. Furrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly got a chill down your spine. Not a literal chill from the ice, but you know- a bad feeling. You reach back with your left arm and try to drag yourself away from the wreckage. It hurts like crazy, but you knew the farther away from the car you were- the safer you would be.

Which in this case wasn’t much. Because- you know- the injuries, blood and all. Just as you were twenty feet away from the icy car, you heard tramping on the ground that you related to footsteps. Your breathing quickened, and you shuffled back and forth on your sides.

Where were you supposed to go?

Before you could make anymore sudden movements you were grabbed around the throat and lifted into the air. You gasped for air, but nothing flooded into your lungs. The leathery grip of sausage fingers around your neck was unrelenting. You looked around, bug eyed. The fingers and arm were attached to a behemoth of a gray man. You gasped like a fish out of water, the man and the four other figures registering in your oxygen deprived brain. You knew all of these people.

And they all knew you. They knew who you were- and who you worked for.

And that was unfortunately not in your favor.

Your eyes landed on the one most familiar.

Leonard Snart. If you still had breath in your lungs, it would have caught. He wasn’t supposed to be- he had changed. You had seen it. After his time with the Legends, he had been a different person. So what was he doing with these people?

You frantically glanced at him. Your eyes met, and it seemed like he suddenly realized whose car he had totaled.

He looked at the girl next to him- Poison Ivy- and glared.

“You didn’t tell me the woman we needed to capture was (F/n)(L/n).” The girl looked at him and shrugged.

“Does it matter? You’re just being payed for this extraction. You won’t have to be here much longer.” She said, green lips curling up in a smile. Leonard looked up at you, your face turning purple. For a moment, you saw a flash of sympathy in his icy eyes.

‘Help me. Please.’ You pleaded wordlessly. These people were going to kill you. Leonard was your only chance out of this. He looked up at you, dangling off the dirt road with your neck wrapped in dirty gray fingers. He turned towards his companions, who you now couldn’t make out.

“Whatever. Just give me my money and leave.” Snart turned on his heels and began to walk away.

No. No, he couldn’t leave.

You needed his help. You wouldn’t be left with them.

With the last bit of your remaining strength your tried to cry out, only for your cry to come out as a strangled squeal.

And then you blacked out.

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“Wakey, wakey little (F/n).” You awoke to these words and a blow to the head. You jolted, head stinging from the hard knock to your noggin. Bleary eyed, you looked around the room. Dimly lit and spooky- and only the size of a small bedroom.

Just what you had expected.

You were bound to a metal chair by your wrists and ankles, and there was a gag tied tightly around your mouth. It was enough to scare a normal person out of their wits. But this wasn’t what terrified you.

No- the looming man above you was your source of terror.

The Joker.

The man who had murdered your parents. You shrieked behind the gag, and almost tipped the chair back onto it’s back. Your tormentor snagged the back of your chair and steadied you, blood red smile never shifting an inch. He knew you were terrified of him.

And he loved it.

“Sleep well? I hope you did. We’ve got a-” he dragged a pale, yellowed finger down your cheek,”- big day planned.” This comment sent him into a fit of giggling, watching your eyes widen in fear.

So he was one of two others who had kidnapped you. Your mind was racing- who else was here?

“Oh, your little heart is racing! Almost as fast as your parent’s when I did them in. We’ll fix that though, it won’t take long for the little poundings of your heart to recede…” The Joker poked spot over your heart over and over.

“ Bu-dump, bu-dump, bu-” A door to your right was flung open, and pale blue lighting flooded your little room. For a moment, you wanted to burst out of your chair and thank whoever had stopped the Joker.

And then you actually saw who had done it- and your blood ran cold.

Lex Luthor.

The man who had almost killed Superman.

You had the worst luck.

Scratch that- you had just decided to stick around in a job that you knew was a threat to your life. Regrettably, just a few hours ago you would have laughed the threat of your present predicament off.

Karma was a cruel mistress.

Lex called your attention back to him by clapping his hands. The only thing different about him from the pictures you had seen of him on the internet was his hair- he had none. It was the direct opposite of how you had last seen him, long curly auburn hair and all.

Nevertheless, you were terrified. He wasn’t like the Joker- not directly insane. But he had a craziness that put you on edge- it was calculated.

It was evil.

His very presence sent shivers running down your sweaty back. Luthor smiled and gestured to what was inside the door. The Joker had gotten up from his crouch and was staring back at Lex. His face twitched for a split second, and then he seemed to consent to what Lex wanted him to do. You observed quietly, gathering that Lex was obviously in charge. He then moved towards you, after the Joker had left. Again, another man had to crouch down to your eyesight. If you weren’t so shaken it would have been something that really ticked you off. He looked you over for a brief second, seeming to take in your entire predicament. Lex then ripped off your gag and sat back on his heels. You coughed, spitting out lint and other grimy particles.

“Now that’s better isn’t it?”

You didn’t respond. The only attention you gave Lex was a piercing glare, which you still retained even through all of this. The ex-billionaire looked at you sadly.

“What? No thank you? Without me you’d still be shut up in here with a gag around you mouth, sitting in darkness.” He leaned forward and grabbed the nape of your hair, yanking your face towards his.

“So if I were you, I’d still be a little more lenient with your words.” Luthor said, his voice suddenly chilly and hard, like the sound of something scaly sliding against stone. You gulped, wetting your dry lips.

“Why am I here?” You croaked. Lex smiled. To you he looked like you had just guessed the answer to the million dollar question. He stood up and poked your nose lightly with his pointer finger.

“That Ms. (L/n), is exactly what you needed to ask. A plus.” Lex smiled and walked behind you. He grabbed the back of your chair and began to drag you into the open doorway, scraping sounds echoing in your ears.

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“This is her car?” Barry Allen stood by the wreckage of your vehicle, fully decked out in his red and gold suit. But the smile that usually accompanied the Flash was gone. Not when you were gone.

And definitely not when you were gone in this kind of situation.

He remembered when he first met you.

How could he forget it? Barry flashed back to a few months ago when he had first worked alongside the Justice League. And the first time he had forgotten to call ahead before entering the Batcave. You had pulled a gun on him. Thankfully he hadn’t been shot, but it had been a close one.

Then the earpiece in the suit buzzed, knocking Barry out of his daydream.

“Yes- but technically it’s mine, she must have borrowed it when she left to get things for Damien.” Bruce- or Batman as he liked to be addressed- spoke on the other side of the line. Barry walked around the car, even though he already had a feeling he knew what had happened here. It wasn’t hard to forget what the distinct marks of a freeze ray looked like.

Snart.

Barry rubbed his mouth, face creased in worry.

If it had just been Snart, there would have been hope that whatever was going to happen to you wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. But he saw other foot prints. Other large foot prints. The glass that was shattered in front of your car was stained a rusty red color, and he could see there had been a struggle- and then it just stopped. Any trace of you on the ground had disappeared. Barry wet his lips.

“Well, I at least know one of our suspects.”

“Plural?”

“Yeah, they’re signs of multiple hostiles. Around five I think.”

Bruce paused, the silence over the comm making Barry anxious.

“Okay. Then who have you confirmed? I can send Clark or Diana to round them up-” Batman was cut off by a loud ringing in the background. Barry winced, bringing his hand up to his ears.

“Bru- What was that?!” Barry felt a little annoyed, the ringing noise was still lingering in his ears.

Silence.

Barry heard tapping on keys, and deadly silence.

Another long pause.

“Barry,” Bruce’s voice was low and hard, “ I suggest you get over here as fast as you can. We have mail.”

And Barry did exactly that. Batman was at the Justice League’s secret headquarters, which was where you had been when they had last seen you. Getting there wasn’t a problem.

It was what he saw once he got to the briefing room.

It was you.

Well- not really you.

For one, you were on a screen. The large holographic screen that hovered close to the wall was being manned by Batman, and the other members of the league were crowded around the low desk. Oliver looked back at Barry, who once he had seen you on the screen had come to an abrupt stop and was now slowly walking forward. Wonder Woman’s hands were clenched on the back of Batman’s chair, and Superman stood next to her, staring up at the screen.

Someone had hacked into the Justice League’s internet and sent them a live feed.

The video was of course- of you.

And what Barry saw broke his heart.

You sat in the same chair you had woke up in, but now you barely needed the restraints. Your face was bloody and battered, the worst injury on it was your eye, which was bleeding and swollen. Your legs were twisted in unnatural angels, and you had numerous stab wounds, burns and scrapes. The entirety of your skin looked like it was going to turn black and blue. Barry wanted to turn away- who could do this to you? He didn’t have to ask why- he knew why someone would hurt you- they were hurting you to get to them. Hurting the breakable one in a group of superheros. You were just the ‘secretary’.

But of course- that’s why they went after you.

The camera angle wobbled and someone yanked up the camera and spun it around. The view landed on a closeup on your face. Cackling filled Barry’s ears.

A loud slam thundered through the room. Batman’s fist had connected with the holographic keyboard and had shattered the glass.

This didn’t faze anyone. If anything, it confirmed whose voice was filling the room.

The Joker.

The very thought of the villain had made Barry queasy before, but now-he just wanted to kill him.

The camera turned and faced the cameraman- who was infact the Joker- his white face standing out like a sore in the murky background. The only other bright lights were off camera.

“Hello, Justice Losers. As you can see, we’ve taken the liberty of borrowing your pet.” The feed fuzzed and showed images that had already been filmed- you were crawling across the floor with your arms, struggling. The video cut to another scene, where your head was being forced under water with extreme force. Bile rose in Barry’s throat. The video cut back to the live feed, now trained on the Joker crouching on the floor next to you, arm draped over the back of your chair. He held a slim syringe in between his fingers. He brought it up to his face and flicked the vial a couple times and watched as the iridescent liquid encased rocked around in it’s glass cage.

“You see this?” Joker asked and held up the vial to the camera.

“Do you know what this is? Because I sure don’t. My friends and I all helped throw this mix together. I don’t really know what everyone else brought, but man can I pick a dangerous chemical.” The Joker traced a smile on your face with the needle, drawing small lines of blood across your cheek.

“Anyway,-here’s the deal we’ve concocted. You come unarmed and drop off that special something you had confiscated from C.A.D.M.U.S.- or you can watch the live feed of your (F/n) dieing. And just for a little incentive-” Joker interrupted his monologue by reaching up and stabbing the syringe straight into your neck and emptying the vial. You’re already droopy eyes dilated, and a rough gasp left your lips as you slipped into unconsciousness.

“- Now that our poison is in your system, your friends will have even more of a reason to get here. Whatever I just injected into that neck of yours can’t be good- so I guess the race is against the clock. Wouldn’t you think?” The Joker said as he looked from you to straight into the camera as the feed cut to black.

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Barry’s feet passed soundlessly across the cement roof. They had found were you were being held. But The Justice League couldn’t run in the building all at once. It was of course- a trap, but it was one they had to walk straight into. Well everyone but him and Oliver. The Arrow was set up across the street, positioned so he could have a straight shot through one of the dim windows.

And Barry?

He would be your getaway.

As soon as Bruce, Diana, or Clark got wind of where you were, Barry would blast through there and get you out before the others could hand over what the Joker and his friends wanted. He wanted nothing other than to make you safe. Nothing else mattered after he had seen that video. All Barry could see was the images of you suffering.

And the fact that he hadn’t been there to protect you.

Barry crouched on the walkway, looking down on the building that held you. He had been waiting for five minutes. He thought that they would’ve found you by now. Flash rubbed his hands together.

He was getting impatient.

Suddenly, a section of the wall exploded, showering rock into the street. Barry shot up, his com-link crackling.

“Flash-” But Barry was already running.

Barry ran straight through the hole that had been ripped in the building, and weaved around Superman’s outline and under slowly falling rubble. Sure, he should have been paying attention.

It was rule number one of fighting crime to keep your eye on your opponents- but Barry didn’t care.

Not when he could see you, sitting tied to a chair on a cargo ramp. You were so out in the open, Barry almost lost his footing. He couldn’t wait to have you safe in his arms, running away. He needed you safe.

But your eyes widened when you saw him- you were scared. Not of everything around you- him. You shook your head frantically. Barry’s brows creased in confusion. Nevertheless, Barry wasn’t stopping. The Flash skidded to a stop next to you and bent down, going to untie you.

One problem.

His hands past straight through you. Your image flickered as Barry’s hands disrupted the lifelike hologram of your frail silhouette.

“(F/n)?!”

You looked up at Barry as tears began to flow down your beaten face.

He couldn’t save you.

You weren’t here.

The loud fighting and chaotic noises in the warehouse had died. A pin could’ve dropped, and it would’ve sounded like roaring thunder in Barry’s ears.

Suddenly, haunting laughter interrupted the silence, which was like hearing nails dragging down a chalk board. With great difficulty, Barry ripped his shaking head away from your hologram and turned to see the Joker hanging by his collar from Batman’s hands,-laughing.

Barry grit his teeth and felt surging anger bubbling up from his chest and into his throat.

“What? You idiots didn’t think we were really keeping her here did you?” You really are stupid!” The Joker cackled and grabbed something out of his pocket.

“And now- she’s gonna explode!” Batman made a grab for the remote in his pasty pale hands- but it was too late.

The button was pushed.

In the distance, a sound like fireworks ripped through the air. The ground shook and Barry stumbled. He turned- and your hologram fizzed out.

You were gone.

Sleeping arrangements

I wrote this, never really intending it to be published, but then I thought, what the heck. 

Summary: Oh, the horror of sharing a bed with the Winchesters. Especially the wrong Winchester…

Maybe I should put a warning on this one: Sam does behave like an asshole for a while. But he’s not really an idiot, he’s just jealous. 

As always: tell me what you think. 

Word count: 4478


“Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N hissed when Dean returned to the Impala with only one room key dangling from his middle finger.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but apparently there’s some sort of festival going on in town. Every room was booked but this one. And he said it would be useless to try and find another motel with vacant rooms. So unless you wanna drive the whole night, I suggest you suck it up.”

“Crap!” Y/N muttered and closed her eyes tightly. As tired as she was, this was not how she had pictured spending the night, but when she opened them again, she forced her annoyance to the back of her mind. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that the crappy town had decided that a crappy festival in the middle of fucking January was the way to go, and sleeping on the couch wasn’t too bad. And if she was really lucky, it wouldn’t even smell like piss like the last one.

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Seven faces

Una pequeña historia para @lilithsaur​ Tu sabes que adoro tu arte.

A Kenobi/Solo triplets AU, and direct continuation of this drabble.


The old Camaro had a dent in the passenger door, the window on the driver’s side didn’t slide down completely, and the glove box defied the laws of gravity and aesthetics since it had been condemned with duct tape after Kira and Daisy had fought about installing the wifi router.

The arguments in the Kenobi family used to break out between Rey and Kira who were born only a few minutes apart, one with the temperament of ice, the other of fire. Not a single day of their childhood had passed without their grandfather Ben finding the two girls bickering, pulling at each other’s hair, or shouting at the flimsiest of excuses. “It makes the hugs and reconciliation that much warmer,” Rey had confessed to him once. “I hate when she gets in trouble, and she gets in trouble all the time.”

In comparison, the last of the triplets was quiet and reclusive, as if she tried her best to blend into the decor, going on about her own business under the radar. In spite of her secretive nature, Daisy had proven herself a match for her elder sisters when Kira had refused to install a piece of modern technology inside a classic from 1977, thus restricting easy access to the internet during the road-trip they planned since they were teens. A lot of shouting had ensued, tools and insults had flown over everybody’s heads, but in the end the router sat in the compartment, never to be questioned again.

Despite the rust, the engine was in perfect condition; A miracle considering its age and the fact that the girls had watched the elements gnawing at it for over a year, sitting atop a pile of garbage in Unkar Plutt’s junkyard. Thirteen months exactly; that’s the amount of time it took for the bastard to finally slap his greasy palms against theirs and accept their offer.

More than once during this time Kira had suggested jumping over the fence to steal the parts they needed since the junk dealer had no respect or appreciation for beauty. “Rey, It’d be just like rescuing an abused puppy,” she’d tried to convince her sister, but the eldest child scolded her. “He’ll know that it’s us. I hate him as much as you, but if we get the engine, we pay for it.”

Tender Love and Care had been applied liberally to the engine after the deal, and it now sang a tune of power and decibels that reverberated against Kira’s hands as she drove, all eyes on the road.

♪~

Everyday I look into the mirror
Staring back I look less familiar
I’ve seen all seven faces
Each one looks a lot like me

“Can you turn the volume down for a minute?” Rey asked.

“No,” Kira replied, quick as a flash.

“Please?”

“I said no. My car, my rules.”

♪~

But they show me more of myself
Drawn into the depths
I never knew existed
 

Rey shot her sister an icy look.

Our car, you mean. The car I dedicate more time and money to maintain than you. The car that wouldn’t even drive if I wasn’t spending hours bent over the hood, trying to figure out what Miss Darkness managed to break this time because she doesn’t give a damn about basic driving rules, such as don’t drive on paths that aren’t roads!”

“That was once,” Kira muttered, “and it was an emergency!”

Daisy snickered in the backseat. “Rey has a point.”

“What did you say, glasses?” Kira asked, raising her voice on purpose and placing her hand behind her ear. “I couldn’t hear because of the music!“

Daisy snorted and rolled her eyes. She’d hoped going to the convention would improve her sisters’ mood, but the trip had only just begun, and everyone was already on edge. As usual, it was her duty to salvage the atmosphere. She lunged forward over the seat, aiming for the car radio’s power button and interrupted Tom Araya.

‘I said, ‘She has a point, Kira,’” she repeated, accentuating the syllables of her sister’s name.

She knew that nothing got more on their nerves than being called “Keee-rah” and “Raeh.”

“We all paid for and cared for the car,” she continued, to which Rey nodded. “If you’re not going to play nice, I’ll send a message to Ben Solo to say you’re single again.”

“Shut the fuck up Daisy!”

“Is that a yes or a no?” Daisy insisted, not ready to let “wildcard Kenobi” have the last word.

As soon as Kira shot a murderous look in the rear view mirror, Daisy gulped and sat down again.

“What are you doing?” asked Rey, suddenly sensing a shift in Kira’s posture.

But the driver didn’t respond; she just smiled one of her reckless, scary smiles as their grandfather used to call it and put her foot on the gas.

“What are you doing?” Rey repeated, her voice suddenly one pitch higher.

“If you text Solo I swear I’ll crash the three of us!!” Kira shouted in the direction of Daisy before lifting her hands off the wheel and laughing.

TBC