Alex has always been a little on the side of reckless.
A little on the side of ruthless.
A little on the side of you-threaten-people-I-love-and-I’ll-enjoy-torturing-you.
Since Cadmus, since Jeremiah, since Kara has almost died
again, and again, and again?
Lately, “gone rogue” has been Alex’s middle name.
Lately, “you can catch me torturing people on my lunch break”
has been her first name.
So when the bounty hunter goads them that humans don’t have
what it takes – that they’re too weak-willed, too sensitive, too soft, too moral – to get
the information they need from him, Alex demands a wrench.
And she doesn’t only mean it.
She wants it.
And J’onn steps in, not only because his way is less messy.
But because his way will spare the shattered remains of his eldest earth
“So I heard about the wrench thing, babe,” Maggie tells her,
because of course Kara called her, and of course they made a plan.
Because she’s been getting better in some ways: she’s been
drinking less, laughing more. Sleeping more. Taking more time to herself.
Learning to assert what she wants, what she needs.
But she still also needs, apparently, to beat the living
shit out of people when she feels out of control. When she needs to protect the
people she loves.
“Don’t get me wrong, babe, I love that about you. How
fiercely protective you are of the people you love. I admire it. I admire you.
But Danvers, have you considered – ”
“That I have anger issues? Yeah, your friend at the bar
A long silence. A kiss, because Maggie, too, isn’t here to
judge. She’s here to help her heal.
“Have you considered he might be a little right?”
Alex pffts and Alex stands and paces and stares to Kara and
J’onn for support, and they give it to her, but not the kind she wants.
She wants the kind that says Maggie’s wrong, that it’s leadership
skills, that it’s part of being a good soldier.
Instead, they give her the support of, we understand, we
love you anyway, we’re here for you.
So she concedes – she’s not quite sure if it’s J’onn’s
concerned eyes or Kara’s pout or Maggie’s soft, reassuring kisses – to heading
over to Earth 1 to grab a coffee with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance.
stoic and she’s flirty, but she’s also serious, because there are
storms just behind her impossibly blue eyes that Alex is surprised to
realize that she’s seen in her own mirror.
“So Alex, your sister says you’re enjoying torturing people these days,” Oliver begins, and Sara groans.
“Way to kill all possibilities of small talk, Ollie. He does this. I’m sorry.”
shrugs and allows himself a small smile, and Alex can’t help but grin.
“Well she didn’t travel to a different universe to chat about the
“No, apparently I came for an intergalactic intervention therapy session… thing.”
sighs and nods across Jitters to the table where Kara and Maggie are
sitting with their heads together, whispering about who knows what.
“They really care about you. To bring you all this way to talk to the most messed up people they could think of.”
“That’s not quite how Kara – ”
of course not, Kara’s made of literally nothing but sunshine over all
that grief she keeps so well hidden, but even if she had said it
directly, she wouldn’t be wrong,” Oliver deadpans, and Alex furrows her
“He’s always like this. Except when he’s all domesticated by Felicity. He makes souffles.”
“I tried to make Maggie tiramusu. It didn’t work.”
“The trick is in the ice – ”
“Oh god, they have something else to talk about other than torturing people. Can I go sit with Kara and your girlfriend?”
it’s a rush, right? To control someone’s life like that, because you
can’t control whose they take? The more of someone else’s blood is on
your knuckles, the less blood your sister, your girlfriend, will shed?
Right? But then it becomes a rush. An addiction. A thirst.”
Alex swallows and looks down into her coffee cup.
trained to not feel anything, but then we’re told that there’s a code,”
Oliver says softly. “It can get confusing for your body to know which
way is up.”
“And how much blood is too much.”
Alex blinks and grips at the table, because they understand, they understand, they understand.
“I just want to protect her. Both of them. J'onn. My friends.”
and Sara both nod, and Sara hesitates with her hand hovering above
Alex’s until Alex nods, and their hands touch softly on the table.
hands – his too – are lethal. Our hands were made to kill. But yours?
I bet they’re so gentle when you touch her.”
She nods over at Maggie,
and a soft smile grows on Alex’s lips. “You have to let her love you,
Alex. Both of them. All of them. Getting lost in it is so easy, and it
happens before you even can identify it. But you have to. That rage,
that anger, that hate… you can’t take it out on yourself, not
completely, because if you do, you won’t be able to protect them. But
you’ve gotta get it out, and why not on a prisoner you need information
from, right? But Alex, you… they love you. They love you, and you have
to love you, or you’re not… You love them so hard you’ll torture and
kill for them, Alex, but you’ll make yourself less human in the process.
You’ll make yourself the thing you’re trying to protect them from.”
road back is the hardest one,” Oliver says softly, thinking about
Felicity and Diggle and the League and falling off a mountain with a
hole in his torso.
them love you, Alex,” Sara almost whispers. “It’s not a cure. There
isn’t one. And you’re going to have to keep fighting. Every day. But
look at them. Look at the way they love you.”
turns to see her girlfriend and her little sister both pretending not
to watch the three of them, and she can’t help but smile.
used to believe the hero couldn’t have the girl, Alex. And I…” Oliver
thinks of Felicity and he swallows and he moves on. “But that girl?
Don’t let her go. Don’t let her go, Alex. She just traveled to a
parallel universe to get you help. Let her love you. Alright?”
Alex watches as Maggie makes Kara’s face red with laughter, and she smiles faintly and squeezes Sara’s hand.
Summary: Your best friend Yoongi finally got you to expose your crush on Jimin and now he’s determined to play matchmaker but you aren’t having any of it - not until Jimin starts believing you hate him.
Word Count: 2336
Authors Note: so it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything because of school and work but I’m back now! Hooray! Also, feel free to send in requests!
[text message received at 6:43pm from Min Yoongi] “come over”
[text message sent at 6:45pm from you] “no”
[text message received at 6:45pm from Min Yoongi] “jimin is here”
[text message sent at 6:46pm from you] “That is exactly why I’m not coming”
Instead of a the buzz of a text message notification, the ring of a phone call played through your phone. You looked at who was calling and wasn’t surprised to see Yoongi’s name. You sighed and reluctantly answered, “I’m not coming over, Yoongi.”
“Don’t lie to me Y/N. You want to.” Yoongi demanded. “No. Ever since I let my crush on him slip you won’t stop insisting I come over.” He had done this regularly for the past few weeks and it was beginning to become tiring. “Stop trying to get us together.” You added, peeking around the corner to see if your roommate Sunyoung was anywhere near. She fed off gossip and if she overheard she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut about it. “I knew you had a crush on him forever. You only confirmed it.” He insisted and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie, Yoongi. No you didn’t.” How could he? It wasn’t like you were obvious or anything.
Sleeping positions with Mccree, Tracer & Dva please?
Cheers for the request! Hope you enjoy
- Oh boy does he spread out like a starfish, taking up all the room and no doubt pushing anyone out of the bed next to him buuuut he can also be incredibly cuddly, clinging onto his s/o like a vice
- Once he’s asleep, he’s out like a light. Nothing will wake this man up, not even a full blown mariachi band
- He also snores occasionally, really really loudly. You may have to drag him into the corridor and leave him there if you want any sleep that night
- She’s a very restless sleeper, it’ll take her hours and hours of talking to her s/o in bed before she’s even slightly sleepy.
- She’s always wiggling around and kicking. She also giggles in her sleep, laughing in her dreams and murmuring to herself
- She wriggles around so much that you may end up with her feet in your face or she’ll be lying on top of you
- She totally hogs the blankets, wrapped up like a little burrito whilst you’re shivering and trying to pry a little bit of warmth from her
- Hope you’re happy being the big spoon because Hana loves being cuddled. She’ll shuffled against you, so that your chest is against her back and she’ll wrap your arms around her waist
- Hana often wakes up early and will watch you sleep in the morning. She finds it mesmerising and will trace small circles on your skin with her finger - but if you wake up and catch her doing it, she’ll get totally flustered and deny every bit of it
Note: This was inspired in Hayley Kiyoko’s ‘Girls Like Girls’ song and video. This is pretty much a written version of the music video but with some changes. I hope its not confusing for the people who never heard of the song before.
Note2: There’s some curse words in this, nothing too heavy but still, im warning you lol.
Lisa and Rosé had been friends for such a long time. They’ve always been really close and always took care of each other. They used to say that they’re like soulmates; they met in a totally unexpected and beautiful way. But then they started to fall for each other. Lisa was too afraid too tell Chaeyoung about it cause she thought that She didn’t felt the same but she did. Rose wanted to tell her so many times but the situations were always inappropriate for it. But both of them were ready to try and talk about their feelings.
They’ve always spend a lot of time together and today it wasn’t going to be different.
A knock on the door made Chaeyoung get up from her couch were she was sitting with her boyfriend. She opened the door to greet an smiley Lalisa looking at her. She pulled Lisa in by the hand, and closed the door. They went to the kitchen were now, Chaeyoung’s boyfriend were smoking and drinking a beer. The day today was going to be great. Rosé took two bottles of a light beer and gave one to Lisa.
“So what’s planned for today?” Lisa asked taking a sip from her bottle. She looked at Chaeyoung that had half a smile on her face.
“I don’t know.” She smiled again at Lalisa. They looked at each other deeply in the eyes. Something was telling them that it was going to be a good day. They stood like that, staring at each other for a moment until Chaeyoung’s boyfriend came back to the kitchen.
He looked at Rosé and tried to kiss her. Avoiding to watch that scene, Lisa looked down and pretended nothing was happening. Seeing that, Chaeyoung pulled him away and didn’t let him kiss her. The look of rejection on his face was priceless. He left the kitchen and let them alone again.
“Come.” Chaeyoung said coming down of the balcony where they were sitting on and gently pushing Lisa’s hand.
Lisa followed her to a part of the house were the wasn’t no one. They got into Rosé’s partially dark room that Lisa knew very well. Chaeyoung let go of Lisa’s hand and closed the door behind them. Lisa sat in her bed and followed Chaeyoung with her eyes while she walked around the room.
“We need to change this clothes. There’s no way we can get in the pool with them.” Chaeyoung looked at Lisa, that just nodded at her and got up to change her clothes.
Chaeyoung opened her closet and got some of Lisa’s clothes that she left there the last time they had a pool party. She handed them to Lisa and got her own clothes.
While they were changing their clothes, Lisa looked back and saw Chaeyoungs bare back. She looked at it for some more seconds and then turned back. Right after Lisa turned back Chaeyoung finished dressing up and turned to look at Lisa that still didn’t had her shirt on. She quickly turned back and waited for her to finish dressing.
When Lisa finished, they got out to the pool are where all their other friends and some of Chaeyoung’s friends that actually were her boyfriends friends. Lisa didn’t knew a lot of the people there but she didn’t mind. They got near the pool and everyone was staring at them walking holding hands. Especially Chaeyoung’s boyfriend. He looked at Lisa with an disgusted look on his face but she ignored it.
Some random guy came to them and pushed them into the pool. They fell and the only thing Lisa heard was Chaeyoung cursing at him. They played at the pool a little more but it was starting to get a little cold so they came out. They went back to Chaeyoung’s room and putted on some dry clothes. Before coming back to the party, that now had moved to Chaeyoung’s living room and had less people, they talked a little until their hair was almost dry.
They went to the living room and they sat together on the couch. Chaeyoung’s boyfriend came out of nowhere and pulled her closer trying to kiss her one more time. He was so drunk, Lisa could feel his awful beer breath from where she was sitting. Again, Chaeyoung pulled him away and he looked really angry this time. He let go of her arm and pushed her to the couch again, where she fell in Lisa’s lap.
Chaeyoung looked up at her and saw how uncomfortable she was with the whole situation. Chaeyoung got up and walked to a hall and then disappeared. Lisa wanted to let her think a little cause she looked really angry with her boyfriend.
After some time passed, and mostly everyone had gone home, leaving only Chaeyoung, her boyfriend and Lisa at her house. Lisa searched for Rosé inside the house and didn’t found her anywhere. So she passed through the living room again and saw Chaeyoung’s boyfriend sleeping on the floor. She laughed for herself and walked outside.
She looked to the pool and saw Chaeyoung sitting by the pool. Lisa walked a little more and sat next to her. Chaeyoung seemed thoughtful, looking deeply into the water. Rosé rested her head in Lisa’s shoulder and locked her arms together with Lisa’s.
They stood like that for some seconds until Chaeyoung started to get her face closer to Lisa’s.
Their faces were inches from touching and Lisa could feel Chaeyoung’s cold nose against hers. They were getting closer and closer to each other until Lisa felt something pull her hair aggressively. She was pushed to the side and she hit her face on the floor. She felt some hot liquid coming down all over her face and her neck. Her head was dizzy and it hurt a lot.
Chaeyoung went down to check on Lisa but her stupid boyfriend pushed her aside. She quickly got up from where she was sitting down to stare at him.
“From all people, Her?!?!? Are you fucking kidding me?!?” He screamed at her. Chaeyoung tried to speak but he pushed her again, making her almost fall. “Keep your mouth shut!! I’ve got enough already.” Chaeyoung kept her head down and looked at Lisa bleeding on the floor. “Look at me!! Don’t you fucking look at her!!” He held Chaeyoung’s face and then let it out abruptly.
Lisa was so angry and it just went up when she saw Chaeyoung cry. She took strength from somewhere inside of her and got up; She punched Chaeyoung’s boyfriend in the face, and he fell down. She went up at him again and punched him over and over, until he was bleeding and unconscious on the ground. Rosé took her up from him and saw that she was crying a lot. Her face expression was wild and it only softened when Lisa looked at Chaeyoung’s eyes.
Rosé’s fingers ran gently over Lisa’s face and brushed of a little of blood that was on her face. She gently ran her fingers over Lisa’s cutted bottom lip and then kissed her. She’s been wanting to do this for so long and now she finally can. They kissed each other like it was the last thing they were doing on earth.
They pulled the kiss apart and looked at each other. Lisa pulled a Chaeyoung hair behind her ear and then hugged her tightly.
“I’m so sorry he’s done this with you.” Chaeyoung said with tears streaming down her face and Lisa replied with an ‘its fine’ that only Chaeyoung could hear.
Lisa kissed her again and she could taste the tears on Chaeyoung’s lips. They pulled apart again and Lisa wiped away some of Rosé’s tears.
“Let’s get your bruises cleaned up.” Chaeyoung smiled weakly at Lisa and gently pulled her by the hand. They got inside the house and it started to rain. They left Chaeyoung’s ex boyfriend unconscious and bleeding alone on the floor wet with the rain.
Hello! Can i get a continuation of the scenario where tsuna believe that his s/o is the one leaking info please
Coming right up!
Months followed after Tsuna walked out on you that day. No one from the family spoke to you, though you knew they were still watching you. It was too hard to figure out when you knew where to look. You figured Tsuna must not still trust you and ordered his men to keep a watch on you.
Months soon turned into years, and the wound in your heart Tsuna had left finally started to close and fade to a scar. You were starting to enjoy life again, and starting to get out more. The tails still followed you wherever you went, but that was okay. Things would be okay.
Around August, two years after Tsuna walked out on you, you met a man. Now, everything about this guy screamed Womanizer, but you couldn’t help but stare slightly. From his tousled black hair to the dark sunglasses; from the leather jacket over a plain black shirt down his ripped skinny jeans to his black boots, this man was dangerous. And if your last relationship taught you anything, you were a sucker for danger.
He caught you staring, smirked, and waltzed over. The confident strides he took made you slightly nervous. Reaching your table in the darker club, he leaned against it and down, close to your ear.
“What brings a pretty thing like yourself, out here alone?” he purred, the music only choosing now to die down for the moment. You could feel your cheeks heating up.
“I-I wanted a night to have fun..” You muttered back and you could fee his grin.
“Then lets have some fun, doll.”
You were pulled out of your seat and to the dance floor, where he began to twirl you and dip you, even if it didn’t match the current song playing. You danced and had fun until midnight, where your mysterious dance partner pulled you out of a side door and to his car. Unknown to you, Tsuna had just walked in, intent on taking you back and away from this man.
Things started to go south in the car when the man crawled in the back seat with you and then tried to crawl on top of you. With a great feeling of unease, you pushed him away when he tried to kiss you. This was way faster than you wanted to go on your first night back out.
“What are you doing?” he questioned, a puzzled look on his face.
“I’m sorry, you’re really nice but this is all too much for me right now.” you shook your head, sitting up.
“I thought you wanted me to..”
“What gave you that idea?” you asked, a confused frown settling on your features.
“You said you came out to have fun tonight.” he frowned, starting to get annoyed.
“Yeah have fun, not go hook up with some random stranger.” you sighed. “Look, it’s been real, and it’s been fun but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m going home.” And with that you opened the door and getting out. You had only walked a few steps when someone rushed out of the back of the nightclub, or several someones.
“___!” Tsuna called, about ten of his men flanking him. He looked wild, his eyes were bloodshot and he had a gun in his hand. Your mind kicked into overdrive, was he here to shoot you? To finish what he couldn’t two years ago? If not then what did he want?! Your mind buzzed but you felt an arm coil itself around your neck. Your blood ran cold when the barrel of a .44 was pressed ever so slightly to your temple.
“Don Vongola, what a surprise.” the man from before muttered. He chuckled and you saw all of Tsuna’s men were tense and ready to pounce. Tsuna himself looked downright furious. “I must say, I only wanted her for a good night and then I was going to let her go home in peace but now that you’re here and I see who she really is, well I just can’t let her go that easily.”
“Then what’s your plan with her?” Tsuna snarled, his hand tensing around his own gun.
“Well I thought I’d kill her right in front of you.” he chuckled, cocking back the chamber. “But I thought I’d tell a little story first.
“Do you remember about two years ago, give or take six months, where you almost killed but then just walked out on little miss ___ here? All because you thought she was an informant for my family?” he sneered, seeing Tsuna’s eyes narrow. “Oh she was innocent. That’s what made everything so great. She was so innocent and you didn’t believe her. Oh we listened to her crying herself to sleep for months! We couldn’t stop laughing. All along you didn’t realize that one of your own was taking the info and framing your sweet girlfriend.” He laughed, howled even. Tsuna’s hand twitch with anger as you felt the tears stream down your face.
“So why kill her now?! You got what you wanted! You got information and you broke up the relationship.” Tsuna growled back. This made the man stop laughing but the smile was still on his face.
“You’re such a fun person to torment, Don Vongola. So I want to watch you suffer more.” He smirked. He pulled the trigger and everything went black for you.
Your body slumped to the ground and the blood started to pool about your head in a make shift halo. Tsuna could only think of your name as he rushed forward to pick you up, his men shooting and chasing your killer. He sat down on the concrete as he pulled your lifeless body into his lap. Your eyes were still open so he shut them and cradled your head close to his heart. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t show weakness, but he allowed himself this solace, to hold you close one last time.
“Boss?” A man of his family came up to him.
“Go. Make them pay for what they’ve done.” Tsuna ordered in a monotone voice. He was still so focused on you.
Every year at the end of August Tsuna goes and places white Lilies on your grave. He’s always dressed in black, always with a solemn expression, always mentally lamenting that you weren’t the one who was supposed to get away, and yet you had. You had gotten away in the most gruesome way possible. And for that, he’d be eternally sorry.
Warning: violence and Shakespearian canon death below
Inej’s laugh freezes in her throat when she sees the face of the stranger lurking behind the pillar
because that look is dangerous, far more piercing and deadly and greedy than the expression Dunyasha’s giving her right now
and she’s arrested by it
Dunyasha’s golden eyes narrow and she swirls around to try and see who Inej was staring at
but Kaz has slipped away almost immediately and Dunyasha can only grip Inej’s hands more tightly
honestly Inej just wants to leave because she can’t take the fake smiles and flattery she has to put upon this pretentious girl, and she laughed only because she visualized herself stabbing Dunyasha in her sleep on their wedding night
but even that is starting to lose appeal, and soon she retires to the balcony, claiming to need some fresh air
Kaz stands alone on the balcony, back to wearing the panther mask, gazing at Inej with sharp eyes
Inej meets his eyes without hesitation
“It’s bad manners to startle a lady when she’s dancing.”
“I don’t think that really matters if she wasn’t enjoying herself.”
“If she’s dancing with her future wife, then I would say it matters plenty.”
no they don’t share a kiss or try and get married the next day, but they want to meet each other again and Inej sends Nina out to find out more about Kaz
needless to say, Nina and Kaz get along surprisingly well
Inej is nonchalant when Nina hesitatingly reports that Kaz is one of the deadliest members of the Crows
“he’s the sworn enemy to the Dime Lions, and you’re not even fazed?”
“Nina, if he wasn’t, I’d be more in shock. Half of the city shares the same title.”
MEANWHILE Inej’s cousin has found out about Kaz taking an interest in Inej and publicly challenges him to a duel
Kaz waves it off, but Jesper surges to take his place, and soon the swords are out and slicing the air
and Wylan tries to come to Jesper’s aid, yelling at both of them to stop
Jesper sees the sword coming up to skewer Wylan in the shoulder
and pushes Wylan out of the way, leaving the blade to sink deep into his chest
Wylan S C R E A M S
and runs over to Jesper, who’s fallen to the ground
Wylan sobs as Jesper bleeds in his arms, caressing his face and yelling for someone to “call a medik, for saints’ sake!”
Jesper smiles weakly and reaches up to give Wylan the kiss he always forbade himself to give before it’s too late
but before his lips can touch Wylan’s, his eyes dim
and he falls back
and Wylan lets out an agonized H O W L
Bile rises in Kaz’s throat as he sees his first friend die on the cobblestones and suddenly he can’t stop coughing up vomit
a blade rests on his shoulder, and he can hear the Dime Lion, Inej’s cousin, gloating and drunk on victory
and Kaz can feel rage blazing up in him like an inferno
so he knocks the blade off his shoulder and rushes to take Jesper’s sword while drawing out his own
and he can picture Inej’s expression of horror at his actions as he fights with bloodlust in his heart
but all he can see is Wylan, innocent Wylan, cradling Jesper’s head in his arms
Jesper, his first friend, who gave his unfailing support to Kaz no matter what
and when Inej’s cousin falls with multiple slashes to the heart and a sword in his belly Kaz can’t help but let out a dastardly, hysterical laugh
My loneliness is killing you (Vatya) /Part 1/ - Polly
Authors note: Did someone request trophy wives turned murderous lesbians starring Katya and Violet? No? Well, here it is anyway. Someone pointed out that Violet and Katya on Violet’s couch at DragCon looked like they just killed their husbands and are now together. This is going to be a short 2-3 part kind of thing (part 2 very soon) Their husbands are named after real life assholes. LESBIAN AU
Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Assumed Paring: TsubaHono Words: ~2.2k Rating: K
Nico opened her eyes slowly. What time was it? Not like it
mattered, really, as she wasn’t going to work today. She sighed as a pang of
depression tugged at her consciousness. She knew her friends meant well and
would do everything they could to support her if she decided to move forward
with the plan to start her own idol production company. However, part of her was
still working through the trauma of her shattered dreams and wasn’t quite ready
to move on just yet.
When she heard his voice, Piper almost dropped her phone. She fumbled it and by the time she had it righted and pressed to her ear again, she’d missed half the message.
“- hope you’re doing well, I just wanted to check in. I’ve already said that. Shit, I’m repeating myself. I just… Call me. I’d really like to talk to you. Please, Piper. I miss you.”
The message ended and the automated voicemail voice took over. Piper hung up and stared at the phone, clearly offended.
“What was that?” Annabeth asked without looking up from her essay.
Piper didn’t answer for a moment, fighting the bile she could feel rising up the back of her throat. Well, okay, it might have been tears. Whatever it was, she tried to ignore it, swallowing thickly and forcing herself to reply to her roommate. “Jason.”
Annabeth sat straight up, fingers stilling on her keyboard. “He called you?”
Piper nodded, biting her thumbnail. The roof of their tiny little dorm room was suddenly fascinating to her.
“When?” Annabeth asked.
“When I was in class,” she replied evenly, still looking straight up.
Annabeth bit out a particularly inventive curse word and shut her laptop before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. Piper didn’t move as she took the two steps needed to close the distance between them and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Pipes.”
Piper shrugged and made a noncommittal sound, something that might have been ‘don’t worry about it’, or, ‘if you let me go I’m going to collapse’.
“What do you want to do?” Annabeth questioned, pulling back but keeping her hands on Piper’s shoulders. “Do you want to delete it? Call him back? Do you want me to call him back, find out what he wants, and then tell him never to call again or I’ll kill him?”
Piper laughed despite herself. “I don’t know what I want to do.”
“Sleep on it, maybe?” Annabeth suggested.
“Yeah, I’ll just leave it for a bit. And decide in the morning.”
Annabeth didn’t look happy, but she nodded. “Okay, good game plan. Wanna go steal junk food from Percy and watch Legally Blonde?”
Piper sniffled once and nodded, but then said, “Actually, would you mind stealing the junk food and I’ll stay here and get the movie set up?”
Her roommate obviously saw straight through her casual tone, but she didn’t press it. “Sure. You get it ready and I’ll be right back with all the best candy. I’ll grab popcorn, too.”
“Thanks.” Piper smiled weakly as Annabeth left the room.
As soon as the door shut, she threw her phone into her pillow with all the force she could muster, and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes until she didn’t feel like crying anymore.
Pairing: Linstead Timeline: Set after 2.16, AU from there Genre: Angst with a smutty ending. Rating: M
A/N: This is another result of when @allenting and I have night (well it’s night here) brain-stormings. Unbetad, so all the misplaced commas are mine. But I just wanted to get this to you as soon as I could so here it is.
Title comes from the song by OneRepublic, and I recommend listening it while reading, because I basically had it on repeat while I wrote it.
highkey wish more people acknowledged the trauma Allura went through and the fact that she’s probably plagued with nightmares because she was basically forced to kill her father and had to see him die again and she lives with this knowledge every day while trying her best to encourage the paladins and help them grow and smile for them and laugh while she cries herself to sleep every night but she knows she has to stay strong because protecting the universe is SO important to her an— just, Acknowledge Allura and her struggles. Please
sit down and let me tell you about how
my parents and i never got along,
but we did like to get a long
way away from each other
let me tell you about my mother
and how much she hates the house
she grew up in. it was so clean
that even the walls squeaked when
she walked down the halls in her
sock feet but nobody bothered to
wipe the cobwebs from her heart.
my mother grew up in the church, see,
but the church never grew up in her.
it stayed as abstract as a newborn
child as it lingered in the back of
her sore throat, ready to be coughed
up onto the lives of her own children
later on as she refused to meet
my mother doesn’t like how she was
raised because she had been lifted
by trembling arms onto the podium
of second place next to her sister,
always a silver medalist next to
a shining gold star and she swore
she would never do the same
but every night before i go to sleep,
she always kisses my brother
first before me
people say i have my mother’s eyes
but i don’t like to see us the same way
because mine haven’t cried the tears
that hers have. i am not my mother’s
twin, i am not her copy, i am not her
prized possession or doll or pumpkin
or sweetie or princess or honey,
i carry pieces of her body in my own
unwillingly and i hope one day to
let me tell you about my mother and
how some nights she gets drunk on
wine and laughs herself to sleep.
i can hear her through the walls.
let me tell you about my mother and
how she called me stupid the first
time she saw me bleed.
let me tell you about my mother and
how she once hugged me so hard
i threw up down her back.
let me tell you about my mother
and the way she hates her mother
and let me tell you that i think
i am growing up just like her
Prompt: Kara teaches him what snow actually is when it freaks Mon-El out.
Requested by @just-netflixing. I hope you like this, honey, because I really enjoyed writing it and it brought a smile on my face :)
Also posted on AO3.
Kara woke up when she felt two hands on her shoulders, shaking her violently. She was having a pleasant dream, enjoying the long sleep she was having since she didn’t have to go to work or DEO that morning, when someone pulled her out of it. If whoever-it-was wasn’t shaking her so hard, she might’ve pretended like she wasn’t awake, but her superhero senses shot up to the roof as she blinked her eyes open and shot up from the bed, ready to fight if there was a danger.
Instead, she found herself face to face with Mon-El. An extremely freaked out Mon-El. His eyes were wide, his hands gripped Kara’s arms so tightly that Kara was sure it’d break a human’s arms, and he was clenching his teeth as if to keep them from clattering. His face was also paper-white. Kara immediately shook off her sleep, turned on all of her alien senses. “Where’s the threat?” she asked, getting out of the bed and using her X-ray vision to survey the house around her. Mon-El gulped and pointed outside. Well, more like to the curtains, since they were drawn and the window was closed—which was a surprise for Kara. She never slept with curtains closed.
“There’s white stuff out there,” he sputtered. “Falling down. I thought… I thought it might be a poison or something. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen. And-and it keeps falling down. I can’t stop it.” He looked so helpless and desperate that Kara raised her brows. She vaguely remembered the weather report mentioning something about snow, yet…
That couldn’t be what Mon-El was so scared about, right?
You hold the phone in your hands as you sit in the bathtub. The one place Sid wouldn’t bother you so much. The water is running as you sit in the tub, heating up your sore body.
It’s the next morning. A Sunday. You don’t work today and neither does Sid. Unfortunately.
He’s in the room sleeping and even with the water running, your movements are quiet. Your thumb hovers over the name you’ve given B/N. Fiona from Shrek because you can’t bother get creative.
You tap the name after a few murderous minutes and hold the phone to your ear, trying to hear over the running water. A few rings pass and you’re about to hang up when you hear a groggy voice on the other line.
B/N is asleep when his phone rings and he answers it with a sigh, “Hello?” his face is pressed into the pillow, mind still stuck in the dream he’s already forgotten.
“I woke you. I’m sorry,” she says quickly.
“Yeah,” he sighs out a yawn, “who’s this?”
“Um…” He waits for their reply, “That girl from the gym yesterday,” He saw so many girls at the gym yesterday.
“Oh yeah, whats up?” he plays along, hoping he’ll remember soon. Who did he give his private number to?
“When is it a good time to start training?”
He recites the words he says so many times a day, “Any time during the week. We’re open from 6am to 11pm. But we’re closed on the weekend,”
“Who closes on the weekend?” she seems to ask herself.
He laughs, “People who like to sleep,” she’s quiet and he rolls onto his back. “So if you want to stop by tomorrow you can. The first try is free but it’s only $15 per class. $60 per month.”
She’s still quiet and he’s still sleepy, “I guess the offer for a free two week trial was a momentary thing,” she doesn’t sounds upset, merely disappointed. And that’s when he realizes who it is.
“Wait,” he sits up when he feels she’s about to hang up, “offer still stands. I forgot,”
“If it’s a favor you’re doing for me, please don’t. I’ll pay you,”
“That’s not it-”
“I have to go,” she says quickly and then he hears nothing on the other end. He would’ve thought she’d hung up if it wasn’t for the muffled banging coming from her end.
“Hello?” another bang and then a loud voice.
“Why is the door locked Y/N?!” with that the line cuts off.
B/N sits in silence with the phone pressed between his hands. He contemplates calling her back but knows of the dangers in doing so. He hopes that she will call back. He keeps the phone on him as he gets up, knowing there’s no way he could go back to sleep.
He remembers the exact moment he saw her. How could he miss her? No one wears their hat that low. Her skin wasn’t dark enough to conceal those bruises and the swelling on her lip. He’s not sure what compelled him to suggest so quickly that he’d help her, but he would keep his word. The only problem was not letting whoever she was with find out.
B/N sighs as he brushes his teeth. He hopes that she will come tomorrow.
I wrote a really short thing; you can read it either here or on my Ao3! sorry for the poor quality/length, I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, and what better place to start?