I am crying right now because this show is about a young man with Autism who, his whole life, faced stigma even as he was a genius. He faced many hardships that neurodivergent people face every day, and yet he still pushes forward.
Throughout the episode - the first episode - I felt like someone was batting my heart with a baseball bat until the very end where they reached in and tore it out. The end left me in messy tears.
I never cry in movies. Moved? Yes. Cried? Never. Dogs could die and the main protag could lose it all, and I didn’t bat an eye. This had me crying.
The main character is a savant autistic young man who only wants to help people, help them live long and wonderful lives because of the tragedies of his past. He’s brilliant and has no ulterior motives to be at this hospital besides help people. Yet, even as he has one in his corner, everyone else sees his diagnosis and tries to shut him out.
But he tries. He tries harder than anyone else would. He does the seemingly impossible even as everyone else struggles to understand him.
This show is so important to me as someone who is neurodivergent and as someone who has grown up with autistic family. Please, please watch the show on ABC or hulu or some channel that streams it for cost because it needs support. It needs to stay on the air. It’s too important, already, to lose.
PS For friends, please be warned that this may be triggering. Emotional abuse and abuse of animals is present as is death. If these deter you, then please reblog and have others see it, understand the meaning of the show.
Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.
“Who would’ve guessed this costume-wearing bastard would be this strong… Both his power and speed are beyond anything than I ever imagined…!! What’s more, I don’t think he was even fighting at his full strength!”
(A/N) The moment of truth has finally arrived y’all, Call Boy Jaehyun has joined the party! Hope you enjoy him for the night! ;)
You didn’t trust men anymore, not after having your heart broken over and over by them without batting a lash. Each breakup warped and shaped you into the woman you were now, someone who was broken but strong enough to handle her own…and her men.
You should’ve taken a break from dating, but your mind kept convincing you that the next one would work and that you would be stronger. Each man that you dated slowly changed you, the only consolidation your heart ever felt was when you were breaking a man’s will underneath your six-inch heel. Your friends jokingly called you a man eater, and you didn’t make any attempt to correct them because you knew that’s exactly what you were.
It's Dick's fault that everybody believes that Bruce is older than them, people expects that if you're the parent figure of a 15 yo you're at least 35 and married.
“22 year old puts on bat costume to punch criminals, has no powers” is hard enough to wrap your head around but throw in “24 year old adopts 12 year old who also punches criminals, has no powers” and that is not something that would ever occur to anyone
like OBVIOUSLY batman must be an older man who knows what he’s doing, and not just some traumatized 20-something accidentally collecting traumatized children
haha wow referring to bruce wayne as a 20-something really puts things in perspective. batman: probably actually younger than joey from friends.
Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N! Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning. Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.
Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee
You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.
You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.
“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.
You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.
“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”
Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”
“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.
You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.
You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.
You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.
Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.
Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.
The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.
“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.
You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.
“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.
It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.
“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”
You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.
“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.
A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.
“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.
“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”
You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”
You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”
He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.
“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.
“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.
You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.
“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”
You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”
“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.
You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.
Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.
FEW HOURS LATER
Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.
You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.
You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.
After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.
She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.
You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?
“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”
“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”
He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.
“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.
“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.
(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)
Good Catch Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change. Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works Word Count: 5,229 A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.
You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened.
A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.
-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…
You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.
-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right.
-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…
You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy.
first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.
was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make
up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do
what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to
again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity
of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex
Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she
admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera
wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who
could waste money like that could surely hire
someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the
Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services
yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure
and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across
National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the
woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the
back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.
A/N: So, this is my submissionfor the beautiful @backseat-negan writing challenge! Thanks so much for giving me the chance to join! xx Here’s some dark Negan for you guys to enjoy ** Negan refuses to allow you to end your relationship.
Tags: smut, angst, rough/non-con (kind of? I don’t know if this counts, but Negan’s pretty dominant/possessive in this piece. If you are sensitive please pass on reading >.< I don’t want to upset or trigger anyone)
“…she throws herself under a train because she’s a shamed woman. You can’t compare Anna to Hester Prynne because she doesn’t have her integrity. She decided to cheat on her husband, and ruin herself. I mean what else is a selfish, spoiled woman supposed to do other than commit suicide?”
“How can you say that?” you interrupted, shifting your position to look at Spencer, his words curling your skin as you clutched harder onto the precious book between your fingers.
“Anna was a broken woman by the end of the story. She may have had her faults, but her biggest fault was falling in love with a man who she was willing to give up everything for including her dignity and reputation. Her death is a tragedy, but Tolstoy wrote it so beautifully that it empowers her in the end because she decided to free herself”
Mother and Father. They would have laughed. To see me all dressed up. The Bat-Man. They would’ve laughed and laughed. My father was classically dignified, my mother was classically kind. They were not people who laughed often. The world was a burden to them. A burden they bore with dignity and kindness. But once in a while. If they saw something–something particularly ridiculous… When I remember them, I remember them laughing. And they should laugh. Good and hard. Everyone should. It’s funny. The whole world should laugh. Do you think I don’t know? A grown man. Dressed as an animal. Sitting on a gargoyle. Waiting for crime to come. And when it comes, he’s just going to punch crime in the face. And if that grown man just punches crime hard enough, then that’ll just make everything all right. It’s funny. And what makes it funnier, what would make the whole place screaming, is that it’s not really a grown man. That’s just the mask under the mask. No. Way up there. Looking over us. Trying to save us. That’s that kid. That’s that little rich kid whose mommy and daddy got shot. And instead of mourning them properly, he got on his knees and made a vow. “I swear by the spirits of my parents to avenge their death by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals.” A kid and a vow. The ears and the belt and the batarangs and the Batmobile and the gargoyle and the roof and the leather and the armor. How sad. How stupid. How immature. How hilarious. How hilarious all of it is. I want to laugh, too. Do you know how much I want to laugh?
Oh please give me jealous lily, I live for that, LIVE FOR IT!!! It is my #1 favourite thing
“why did you say no to a hogsmeade date if you wanted to go with him?”
“but i don’t want to go with him.”
“then why are we following his every move.”
lily glares. mary winks. “oh stop smirking like that mary, like you’re all smug about something.”
“you like him!”
“i do not!”
they’re both hiding behind a bush, a bush right near spintwiches sporting needs. where james potter, sirius black and portia jacobs are currently browsing the newest broom model.
“do you think she likes him?” lily has crisp, brown leaves stuck in her hair. her eyes are wide, watching like a hawk as jacobs laughs at something james must have said.
“what’s not to like? he’s good looking, quidditch star james potter”
lily hates to admit that mary’s right. it feels strange thinking of arrogant potter like that.
sirius rolls his eyes and wanders towards the display in the window. they move a little too late, sirius notices the flash of deep red hair. lily swears and they both dive to the floor.
“something in there that’s taking your fancy, evans?” three minutes later and sirius stands in front of them, grinning, eyes gleaming with his hands in his pockets. lily scowls. “no. there’s nothing i want in there.”
“now now evans, you know you’re really bad at lying right?”
“i wanted to get some… lotion. that err stuff you put on your broom to make it, um, smooth.”
sirius grins, and lily starts to fear for her life. “fleetwood’s high-finish handle polish? well, what do you know - you’re in luck because i just saw some in the shop.”
“on second thought, it’s okay! i don’t need any-”
“ah, but i just remembered that i do though. come on, lily. you can come with me.”
she puts up a bit of a fight, but ends up stomping into the shop with sirius and mary holding onto her from either side.
james looks up in an instant, cheeks blossoming with pink. a hand rushes to his hair. “oh, evans! and err hi macdonald, sirius.”
“potter.” lily barely gives him a glance before she pulls the two giggling idiots to the other end of the shop. she glares back behind her, where james is back to talking to with portia about the strength and speed of the new nimbus.
“you’re one hard woman to please, evans. the guy asks you out, you turn him down and then start stalking him and acting like it’s his fault.”
“it is his fault! look at him! the way he’s all going heart shaped eyes at mrs ‘i love quidditch since yesterday’ jacobs.
“lily. he’s talking, that’s all he’s doing.” “yeah, not like they’re planning their wedding vows or whatever.” “they want to get married?!”
two hands fly up to her mouth, shushing and pushing her back to the farthest corner. sirius black taps his chin and shakes his head. “honestly, i don’t know why you rejected him in the first place.”
“i panicked, okay! i was terrified because i was like crap! i actually think he’s kinda hot and grown up a lot and i didn’t want to prove that what i was feeling was… oh my god, you two stop smiling like that.”
lily picks up the polish and the three walk in a tangle to the checkout. james potter is alone. “your girlfriend realise that quidditch is off the ground and she’s afraid of heights?” there’s no sign of portia jacobs and lily pounces at the opportunity like a ravenous lion.
it’s so quiet that the tick of the clock beats like a megaphone in the shop. sirius sucks in a breath and scratches his nose and mary tries and fails to bite the smile off her lips. they both take a step back, holding onto each other as they watch the scene unfold.
“i don’t even know what your problem is, evans.” james rolls his eyes, grabs onto a broomstick servicing kit and marches towards the till too. there’s a thirty-ish year old man being served first and the lady who’s browsing nearby tuts at the disturbance.
“my problem?” lily looks like she’s about to cast an unforgiveable curse. “i wasn’t just chatting up some ravenclaw who was batting her eyelids like she had dust in her eyes.”
james laughs rather madly. “says the one who’s been following me around all day like a leech.”
“i was doing no such thing! take that potter, how dare you-”
“oh? so when i was leaving hogwarts and i turned around and you pretended to be a statue-”
“i was practising the valuable lesson of being still, potter. don’t flatter yourself. why would i follow you?”
the man hurries out of the shop and the lady who’s browsing quickly follows. the cashier lady looks uncomfortable. “do you have your camera?” sirius whispers into mary’s ear.
james lets out a huff and bangs his broom kit onto the till. “because you like me, evans, and you’re afraid to admit it.”
“ugh you are so infuriating potter! you act like the whole world revolves around you!”
“just admit that you’re jealous, lily. you’re such a bad liar.”
silence falls once more, the air thick and tense. mary and sirius are practically hugging, not believing what’s happening.
“i am not jealous, you got that potter?” she takes an aggressive step towards him. she’s a foot smaller than him, but james takes a small step backwards anyways - stumbling into the till.
“crystal clear.” he gulps, holding onto the cabinet for dear life as lily takes another step. she’s got him cornered.
“and i fancy you, okay? can you keep that in your egotistical head?”
james potter blinks. “you, you what?”
lily furrows her eyebrows. “what?”
“you just said you fancy me.”
“i said i DIDN’T fancy you.”
“pretty sure you said ‘i fancy you.’ evans.” sirius is cackling by now, grabbing onto mary for support. lily gives him the finger and stomps another step closer to james. so close, she’s almost stepping on his toes. he looks down at her, a lopsided, elated grin adorning his blushing cheeks.
“wipe that stupid smile off your face, potter.” lily snaps, and before she knows it she’s grabbing hold of james’ jacket, standing on her tip toes and snogging him senseless.
james drops his money on the floor, mary slaps a galleon into the open hand of sirius’ and the cashier lets out a frightened gasp when james picks up lily, her legs around his waist.
“so are you… buying anything or?” the till lady asks in a whisper.
like the reason i bring that up is bc everybody is always so quick to jump down every lesbians throat who says anything like “john boyega is handsome” like str8 girls can write entire blog posts abt how badly they wanna fuck rihanna or whatever and nobody bats an eye but the moment a lesbian is like “there’s this one man who is aesthetically pleasing” suddenly everyone is like “🚨🚨🚨fake lesbian spotted!!!🚨🚨🚨ur not a real lesbian!!!!🚨🚨🚨a real lesbian would never even be able to look in the same direction as a man!!!!🚨🚨🚨” and like???? im tired of it. every time a lesbian gets tired of hearing abt men all anybody can talk abt is how wonderful men are and how bitter and evil lesbians are but then occasionally a lesbian will be like “this one celebrity who is universally renowned as very attractive is good looking” people lose their shit and accuse us of being “fake” and “appropriating” the lesbian label and like?????
which is it lesbophobes???? do u want us to die if we speak the name of a man or cater to their every whim??? bc we arent doing either but people gotta go Wild every time we do People Things like chill
ur allowed to be a lesbian who can recognize attractive men it doesnt mean ur faking it just means u can see when people are good looking
muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader genre: angst, smut, fluff words: 2.8k note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s
warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”
you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.
and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.
“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”
AN: Since I’ve been so remiss in updating lately, here, have a new Wonder Woman series.
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE, BUT I WAITED MONTHS TO POST THIS. I WANT THAT NOTED!!!!!
When the phone rings for the fourth time, you start to think that some people just can’t take a hint. Then you remember exactly who’s on the other end, and you realize that the man can take a hint, he’s just too stubborn to do so. You wait for the buzzing to die off, and sure enough it starts again a second later.
With a sigh you pick the phone up, and hit the answer button. You wait for him to speak first, “You’re a tough one to get a hold of.”
“I figured you’d get the hint, Mr. Wayne.”
“I’m calling in regards to your mother …”
You cut him off before he can continue, “Saving the world is my mother’s business not mine, Mr. Wayne. I have no desire to join your little club.”
“So she told you.”
Your eyes flicker to the television, “The news told me everything I needed to know, Mr. Wayne. I saw the remains of the fight. I saw my mother.”
“You disagree with her choice, a choice to step up and save the world?”
Your eyes land on a photograph over the mantel. A picture of you and your mother from last year, not that anyone would know it. You looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. “My mother was born to save the world Mr. Wayne, I was born to protect her.”
“Which is exactly, why I’m calling.”
You stiffen at the words, “What do you mean?”
“When’s the last time you talked to Diana?”
“Two days ago. We made plans to meet in London.”
“Where are you right now?”
“Good. If you take a plane you can be there in five hours.”
You find your mouth dry, at the words, and it takes everything you have to ask your question, “What’s happened to my mother, Mr. Wayne?”
There’s a moment of hesitation before he says, “I’ll explain when you get here. I’ve already booked your flight.”
It doesn’t take you long to grab the essentials; a few pairs of clothes, emergency cash, and a few family heirlooms. You make it to the airport with only a few minutes to spare. You spend the entire flight with a knot in your stomach. You’d talked to her two days ago. Only two days. Your mother was a goddess. She was unbreakable. Only able to be killed by someone like her. And yet, no matter how many times you repeated that information to yourself you never felt any better.
Your mother had had may professions during her time in man’s world. She’d been a teacher, a professor, a nurse, a translator, and now museum curator. It made sense, your mother’s love of Greek history.
Your mother took pride in her work. Her love for it displayed any time she talked about it. Organization ruled her domains, just as it had when you were a child. But as you step into her office you see what Bruce is talking about. There are papers scattered on the floor. The glass displays behind her desk are broken. Her tablet had been thrown against the wall. You lock eyes with Bruce over top of the investigators scouring the floor. A few eyes flick to you, before the lead inspector turns to you.
Before he can say a word Bruce steps in, “This is Ms. Trevor. My translator, she should be able to help with the translation on the wall.”
Your eyes snap to the wall you had missed in the chaos, and the writing there. You swallow the lump in your throat, and the investigator prods you on, “Well, Ms. Trevor.”
Your voice quakes a bit, “It’s ancient Greek. One word. Themyscira.”
Your eyes flick to Bruce, as the investigator turns back to his team. With a motion of your head, Bruce follows you back. Once you’re safe distance away you ask, “Was that blood on the wall?” His nod is barely perceivable but it’s there. You take a deep breath.
“Would she go there?” His voice is soft.
You shake your head, “She didn’t know the way back. She would have taken me there when she found out she was pregnant. There’s no way to find it.”
Bruce’s voice is soft, “Your father found it.”
You snap, “My father crashed into the sea near it. There’s a difference Mr. Wayne.”
“Which means it’s not impossible to find.”
You stare at the man. The bat vigilante. The world’s greatest detective. Your brow furrows and you step closer, “What do you know?”
“Your mother believed that our world would soon need the full force of the Amazons. We’ve been doing some searching for it. Looking at your father’s flight pattern, and judging distances and so forth, along with strange reports of fog.”
“You know where Themyscira is?” You ask softly.
“I have an idea of where it is.” He corrects gently, “And if who ever took your mother knew this, then they’re counting on someone to come and try and rescue her.”
Your eyes narrow, “Why me? I’m nowhere near as strong as my mother.”
He shrugs, “Who knows. But you’re probably her only hope.”
You raise an eyebrow in question, “You’re not going?”
“Your mother gave me strict instructions to remain here if something were to happen to her. To contact you, and give you these.” You focus on the small watch, and piece of paper in his hand before taking them.
You knew the watch well, you had fallen asleep with it clutched to your chest more than once. It was the only thing of your father’s that you had. The photograph was different. You hadn’t seen it before, but you knew your parents on sight. You carefully slip both into your pocket before meeting Bruce Wayne’s gaze again. “Well?” he asks.
You give a small smile, “My mother always said that we could sit around and do nothing, or try and do something. Apparently doing nothing is no longer working. I’m going to need a ride Mr. Wayne.”
Never before in your life had you been surrounded by
so many Alphas, especially since the world ended. Most groups you had been a
part of, even Alexandria, were majority Beta, which reflected the population of
the world before the dead started walking. You were sat on your knees, lined up
next to your friends as you all stared at the RV in front of you. You took the chance
to peek over at Rick, and your heart broke as you took in his features. He was
one of the first Alphas to actually treat you with respect; he even saved you
from an Alpha that was the total opposite of Rick. You were the only Omega in the group—he the
only Alpha—and while nothing “romantic” ever happened between the two of you,
you both felt some sort of responsibility to each other.
Author’s Note: So this is my fic for @fillthevoid-stilinski reading challenge sorry it has taken so long and apologies if it is a big heap of trash. It does have smut and I couldn’t have done it without @one-shot-central He is just incredible and you never would have gotten this without him so big thank you <3 and also @thelittlestkitsune thank you so much for proofreading this and for telling me to keep going. So I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think x
WARNING: Swearing (lots of it oops :/) sex, oral female receiving, unprotected sex (please remember to be safe) I think that’s all sorry if I’ve missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 5,860
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You had been Roommates with Scott McCall for almost 3 years now. The pair of you had hit it off freshman year and when it came to the time of getting rented accommodation with other flatmates, It was a no-brainer for the pair of you. Scott was your wingman, your confidante, your best friend and you were his. The only difference, he had two best friends and his other one was a complete asshole. You had nothing nice to say about him, and apparently, he had nothing nice to say about you. Scott would often invite him round for gaming nights or for drinks and a laugh. It wasn’t the fact he was taking away your best friend from you. No, it was more to do with how much he bad mouthed you for what you would wear. The first night you met you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He made you laugh and Scott demanded you play 20 questions with him to get to know him better. He wanted his two best friends to get along.
Summary: You and Steve have a special kind of love. One that many may not understand. After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?
A/n: Saw This post and was inspired! If you would like to be tagged please let me know!
I want a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.
You were a lucky girl, and everyone knew it. You had the perfect guy. You were the girl who had Steve Rogers. You had met Steve at the veteran’s hospital where you were volunteering. All the nurses immediately fawned over Steve each one trying to get the handsome super soldier’s attention. He only had eyes for you though.
While the rest of the girls were batting their eyelashes and tossing their hair, you were playing cards with a group of sergeants who fought in Vietnam. Your laughter caught Steve’s attention and he found himself drawn to the woman who could have cared less that he was in the room. To say the other girls were shocked when he asked to join your group, was an understatement.
Why the hell would Steve Rogers, a man who had the perfect super soldier body and handsome looks want anything to do with a woman who had more bumps and curves than any other woman in the whole hospital. At least that is how you saw yourself. You had wide hips and a tummy that was anything but flat, people would say her face is gorgeous, she would look amazing if she just lost some weight.
None of that mattered to Steve. All that mattered to him was the fact that you glanced up, gave him a smile, and turned your attention back to the three sergeants in front of you. After prying himself away from the numerous women around him, he asked if he could join your game. After two hours of cards, Steve had asked for your number and secured a date with you.
You were frankly in shock when he asked for your number. Glancing at Charlie, your favorite sergeant, he smiled at you encouragingly and gave you a wink. You gave Steve you number and a shy grin before telling the boys that you would see them next week and made your way home. You had no idea that he would actually call you, but he did.
Is it just me, or do you think Spoiler!Steph would fit in perfectly to the CW Supergirl universe?
Oh man, Spoiler!Steph is 1000% tailor-made for the CW Supergirl Universe.
ALLOW ME TO EXPAND ON THAT:
- The Guardian story line is a direct result of the network change because the CW loves ‘em some street-level vigilantes and GUESS WHO FITS THAT DESCRIPTION. - Steph that’s who. - She also fits the tone of the show better than say…a certain brood-y billionaire. - She is a Batfam member without that pesky ‘Bat’ bit in her name that seems to make DC skittish when it comes to who is allowed on what show. She’s Batgirl, but not. - So, you get all the perks of having a bat on your show to go w/ your supes but you aren’t so beholden to all the continuity/legacy stuff. (I mean. There’s some, but it’s not quite the same thing as bringing Barbara Gordon onto the show. That has Expectations and Preconceived Notions.) - With Steph, you have more wiggle room. - FEMALE FRIEND FOR KARA. - A FRIENDSHIP THAT HAS COMICS CANON PRECEDENCE. - In conclusion: I very much agree with you SHE WOULD BE PERFECT FOR THE SHOW but it’ll never happen because we can’t have nice things.