Summary: Who knew it was possible to fall in love with someone through letters?
Word Count: 3,9K
Do Kyungsoo was always a bit different from other kids his age. He wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, nor was he an excellent student (as much as that disappointed his parents), nor a very good sportsman. He was just the plain boring lonely Kyungsoo.
By the time he reached his teenage years, even he gave up on ever getting a girlfriend. It seemed he was destined to be forever lonely. No girls his age ever looked at him. It wasn’t until his 14th birthday that he finally found hope.
Warnings: shop lifting, skipping school, making out in Theo’s truck
Since he caught you with Theo, Scott didn’t leave you alone
for a second. If he wasn’t watching you someone else was and he’d even roped
Danny into helping, although he was rather apologetic and started teaching you
how to hack websites you liked.
“Hello.” Theo hummed as he lent next to your locker.
“What do you want my brother’s watching.” You hissed, cheeks
flushed and heart beat racing as he cocked his head and smirked at you.
“Nothing much… just hoping to make your brother lose it.” He
wiggled his eyebrows and swaggered off.
Aro carried me all the way to the Seattle airport where we were met by his main gaurds Felix, Demetri, Jane and Alec and his two “brothers” Cauis and Marcus.
“Took you long enough,” Cauis glares at me.I glare back at him.
“(y/n),” Aro warns me.
I ignore him and walk inside.I then turn around realizing I don’t have a ticket. “I don’t have a ticket,” I mumble walking back over to the seven vampires.
The four gaurds laugh before walking into the airport with me. The leaders following behind me. They lead me to our gate somehow bypassing security.
“(y/n) sit down,” Aro orders.
“But I have to pee,” I say refusing to sit.
“Hold it,” Aro commands.
“I can’t for thirteen hours!” I shout gaining the attention of others in the airport.
This seems to anger Aro because he tries to pull me into a seat roughly but I just try to stand back up. But of course fail miserably because he is way stronger. He inches his mouth toward my ear and whispers,“Do not test me in such a public place, it will only make a bigger mess. Oh you do not understand how hard it is for me not to sink my teeth into that beautiful neck of yours,” he says draggin his teeth against my neck before pulling away.
Well there goes that plan of putting some distance from us. I think to myself.
“So (y/n),” Felix begins,“What kind of TV shows do you watch?”
This question was the initiation of Felix and I’s friendship we bonded over Supernatural and The Walking Dead. Which peaked the other threes’ attention.
“Eugene is a complaining bitch,” Demetri shouts. Causing Jane to nod in agreement.
“Oh come on Dem he is only trying to stay alive!” Felix says arguing with him. Alec seems to nod in agreement with this, “What do you think (y/n)?”
“Well-"I was interrupted by Cauis.
"Will you five be quiet!” He commands.
“Will you five be quiet,” I mock.
Next thing I know I was tackled to the ground with the cracking sound of my left arm followed by darkness.
“(y/n), (y/n) my queen, you shall be mine forever,” said a familiar voice before flames ignited all over my body. “Attention we have now landed in Florence, Italy,” says the flight attendant over the intercom.
I awake to se my throbbing arm in a makeshift sling made by one of the cloaks. I’m laid across Aro’s lap. I push up immediately groaning in pain.
“That was a bad idea,” I say eyes watering.
“My dear stay down, I will carry you out,” he says preparing to pick me up.
“No I got it,” I say sitting up this time not using my left arm. We walk out of the plane followed by the other six vampires.
They lead me to another van where I lay down in the back row and fall asleep again. The next time I wake up I’m in a large bed with crimson sheets. My arm is in an actual sling. I push the sheets off of me to see that I’m only in my underwear with a buttoned up black dress shirt on.
He took off my clothes I groan in frustration. I find a wardrobe with some pants that I know are definitely way to big for me inside of it. I shrug and put one on. I wandered outside of the room and through a bunch of hallways before colliding with Felix.
“Ow! Hey BFG what’s poppin’?” I ask grinning.
“What,” he asks.
“BFG you know the big friendly giant,”
“yes I know I was talking about your outfit.”
“all I could find,”
“come on,” he laughs leading me to the throne room.
A/N: Hey guys I’m back! I have no more finals so I should hopefully be posting more now.
“I like the way I feel about myself when I’m with him.“ I say quietly. "Warner thinks I’m strong and smart and capable and he actually values my opinion. He makes me feel like his equal–like I can accomplish just as much as he can, and more. And if I do something incredible, he’s not even surprised. He expects it. He doesn’t treat me like I’m some fragile little girl who needs to be protected all the time.”
i would rewrite the sound of my name
on his breath. the lack of air
that comes with falling face down.
my first conversation with a cop.
the way he laughed.
you are a forest.
and i am a fire.
i have been burning since the day i was born.
you have been surrounded by trees.
you have never seen anything so goddamn bright.
if i could, i would rewrite my anger.
my cigarette smile. imagining my fist through doors.
i would rewrite the anxiety
that comes with authoritarian parenting.
i know we are a product of our surroundings.
i don’t want the aggression to define me.
i didn’t want the last thing you heard me say
to be “fuck you, goodbye.” years later and i
cannot return to the bridges i have burned.
and i’m sorry
i was raised to be fire.
but the thing about a fire is
you cannot put it out unless you kill it.
you can knock the breath out of me,
but i will be burning until my very. last. one.
this is me. i will always be growing.
and i will fall in love with all of the rubble
i have destroyed. all of the forests
that have ignited my being.
all of the forests that have stood in my way.
at night, i dream about fireproof vests
and you dream about midnight picnics
as i light up besides her.
everyone wants sunlight but no one wants the moon,
until they have seen what the sun can do.
a diary entry i kept locked up in the floorboards
This is the longest complete thing I’ve written, so I’m feeling very triumphant about posting the last chapter! Thank you again to @rtarara for being my writing partner through this fic and helping me ignite all my fandom enthusiasm, she is the best. Thanks also to @spaceshipsarecool@poppyssupergirl and @the-queen-of-the-light for first reads and helpful comments! <3 <3 <3
“We have inside information that Lex is moving ahead with the next phase of a project code-named Myriad,” Alex tells them grimly. “We don’t know what it is - nobody within LexCorp seems to know. Whatever it is, it’s been handled outside the corporation so far.”
“You mean handled by CADMUS?” Kara asks, and Lena shakes her head immediately.
“LexCorp and CADMUS are affiliated politically, but they don’t work together much. For personal reasons.”
“That’s not what our intel has suggested,” Alex says. “For example, you’ve been able to give us insider information on both. How exactly are you saying you find out CADMUS’ plans if Lex isn’t involved in them?”
Alex’s tone is accusatory, and there’s something sharp glinting in her eyes. Lena seems taken aback by it, and Kara’s willing to guess that it isn’t the norm for their interactions. She wonders if Alex’s hostility has anything to do with her. Alex’s emotions seem wound tight - for one thing, she has refused to let go of Kara since she came into the room. Even now, her hand is clenched tightly around Kara’s wrist. If Kara didn’t have superpowers, she thinks Alex would be bruising her.
“I said they don’t work together, not that there are no open lines of communication,” Lena snarls back. “Lex wouldn’t trust CADMUS with anything important to him, and vice versa.”
It’s a tense situation. There’s Alex, who Kara loves and would die for but who is basically a stranger, clinging to her and glaring around the room. There’s Lena, who Kara loves and would go so far as to live for, who is vibrating with misplaced defensive outrage on behalf of her mass-murdering brother. There’s Hank Henshaw, who Kara doesn’t know at all and whose impassive face adds a note of intimidation to the room. If it didn’t feel so life-or-death, it might have felt a little funny. Kara has always been able to find humor in extremes.
I’ve been getting a lot of messages recently asking “where’s this fic” or “where’s that fic!” so finally I sat down and made a page on my blog dedicated to every Warnette fanfiction i’ve ever posted with a synopsis and link.