#just forgot sleep and crashed halfway through the new patch

[shinystealingbirb]

Eepy little guy gets shaken awake, more at seven

Fell asleep while Feixiao was eating. Stelle is stealing ALL his xiaolongbao while she’s got the chance.

Colored version!

(For the love of god someone help me learn backgrounds)

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 5

Word Count: 2,287

POV: Sidney’s

Warnings: Language, Small spaces (if you have a fear of that)

Notes: Here we go part 5. I really like where this story is going, and I hope you guys do too. As always feedback in appreciated.

Not So Dangerous Masterlist

It was funny how lack of sleep could make a person more irritable with each passing moment. The plane ride to DC was miserable, the weather was so bad, that it was like riding on a roller coaster, so sleep was something that didn't happen. You'd even abandoned playing video games for when you hit a patch of turbulence; you'd end up hitting the wrong button. By the time you finally made it to the hotel and got your key from (Y/N), you were ready to rip someone's head off.

 "Sid," Phil yelled as you headed for the elevator.

 "What!" you snapped back at him.

 "Jesus, you don't have to take my head off." You took a deep breath, softening your mood before he continued. "I just wanted to see if you told (Y/N) that dinner was at seven?"

 "Shit," you'd completely forgot about dinner. All you wanted to do was head to your room and order dinner in, hopefully eliminating any run-ins with (Y/N). Obviously, that wasn't going to happen now.

 "I'll take that as a no."

 "Yeah, I sort of forgot about it." The doors to the elevator opened then and Phil got inside.

 "Well she's right there, I'll see you in the lobby at seven." The doors slid closed and so did any opportunity of not seeing the girl who seemed to be torturing your dreams.

 You turned around, and standing not twenty feet in front of you was (Y/N), with Beau beside her. It was as if your worst nightmares were coming true. "Miss the elevator, Sid?" Beau chuckled.

 "Something like that." God, if he wasn't injured, you consider wiping the smirk off his face. "I needed to talk to (Y/N)."

 "Oh, well in that case; I'll talk to you both later." He made a move towards the elevators but stopped short. "Thanks again for everything you did last night (Y/NickN)."

 "Part of the job there, Sunshine." Ugh, god now the two were calling each other by their nicknames. Beau ducked into an open elevator, and (Y/N) turn her attention towards you. "So, what do you need Sid? More pillows or do you need something for the game. I'd be more than happy to run and go get whatever you need."

 Why did she have to be so helpful? It made her so much harder to stay away from her when she was being so nice. "No, no. I don't need anything. I just wanted to remind you that dinners at seven tonight. We're all meeting in the lobby at six forty-five to walk down to the restaurant."

 "Yeah, Phil told me earlier." What the hell, why had he….You were gonna wring his neck. "But thanks for reminding me. I'll see you down here shortly." She stepped into a free elevator then. "Are you coming?" There was no reason you had to stay by the elevator bank, so you joined her in the small confines. "So, was your room ok in Ottawa, I wasn't sure if you…" The elevator stopped suddenly, jarring you both as everything went black for a moment until the emergency lighting came on. You reached out and steadied (Y/N) purely on instinct. "What the hell."

 "I think the elevator's stuck." You stated, arm still around her waist.

 "Well can you make it unstuck?" You looked over at (Y/N) and she looked white as a sheet. Her skin was pale and you noticed her breathing was shallow. Reaching out, you hit a couple buttons and nothing happened.

 "Yeah, I don't think we're going anywhere, at least for a minute or two."

 "Well, we should press the emergency call or something." She sounded on edge. It occurred to you then, that she was having a panic attack.

 "(Y/N), look at me. It's ok." Her eyes darted around the small space, and you could tell she was having a hard time breathing. "(Y/N) it's ok." You repeated to her hoping to reassure her. You grabbed her by the waist more forceful then and forced her to look at you. "Take a deep breath with me. In….ok and out….In….and out."

 She finally calmed a bit. "Thanks, I'm sorry; I just really hate small spaces." Your hands didn't move from her waist, for she felt good in your arms. "I blame my brothers they locked me in my mom's hope chest when I was little as a joke. It was on them when my mom found me sobbing and they got grounded for two weeks." She smiled then and you could feel her relax even more.

 "I'm surprised you handle the plane so well."

 "I don't. Beau's been really nice telling me jokes at least until I'm comfortable in the air." So that's why the two were always laughing. "Some of them are so horrible, but it's so nice of him to take my mind off of it." God, you'd been such an ass, thinking that Beau was making a move on her; well he still could be, but this sort of put a whole new spin on things.

 An operator came over the loudspeaker then, from when you'd hit the emergency call button. "This is hotel maintenance, we're aware of the problem and are working on it. It's our understanding that a transformer blew in the area and they are giving us a time frame of about an hour before the power is back on, and then we'll have your out of there right away. Are you ok in there at the moment?"

 You looked at (Y/N) who nodded her head, that she was ok. "Yes, we're fine." You answered for the both of you.

 "Ok then hang tight. If anything changes just hit the emergency button again."

 "Are you sure you're ok?" While she'd already said yes, you just wanted to double-check.

 "Yeah, I'm a little better now. Thanks." She moved out of your arms then, and you felt the loss more than just physically. "Guess we're going to be here a while." She plopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to her. "Might as well get comfortable." Thankfully, you'd both traveled in comfortable Pens clothing, instead of business suits, so it was easier to sit down on the floor beside her. "I'm now wishing I would've gone back for seconds at breakfast."

 "Well, you're in luck." You grabbed your suitcase and opened the front pocket. "I'm not sure if you've heard this or not, but there's this new member working on our team. She does the best care packages in our rooms, and I so happen to have a little something left from mine." You pulled out a candy bar you had left and were saving for later tonight. She smiled, a bright beaming one that was directed solely at you and no one else. "Care for half?"

 "Oh, you're a godsend." You broke the bar in half and handed part over to her.

 "So, I have to ask. How did you know my favorite candy bar, being that I never handed in the form and all? Though I promise I will get it to you as soon as we get back home."

 She swallowed then covered her mouth, in this cute little gesture. "Well I have to confess, I called your mom and asked." A cute pink blush stained her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself and well she was so incredibly sweet. We just got to talking and well one thing led to another and she gave me some insight. I hope you're not mad."

 "Mad? No how could I be." You actually hadn't spoken to your mom in a couple days, but you were sure she was going to rave about (Y/N) the minute she picked up the phone. "She probably talked your ear off."

 "We had a really nice conversation. I can't wait to meet her."

 "Well, that will be probably soon. I'm sure they'll be in town for playoffs." Was it wrong to hope that the two would get along in person as well? You sure hoped not.

 "This is sort of changing the subject, but I want to well…I guess clear the air about last night." Why was she bringing him up, when you were fantasizing about her meeting your mother and not just as someone who worked for the team.

 Still, you found yourself saying, "You don't have to explain anything."

 "Well I know it looked bad, but Chris asked if I would help Beau into his room after all the pain meds that they gave him. I had planned on leaving right away, but then he started whining." She laughed obviously thinking back. "At any rate, I fell asleep in the chair. I didn't want to wake him up, so I just crept out the door and well I ran into you." She stopped you before you could say anything. "I should've said something last night. I don't know why I didn't, but I didn't want you to think that I didn't take this job seriously, or that something was going on with Beau and I when there isn't or wasn't. Ok, now I feel stupid."

 "(Y/N), I didn't think anything was going on." Even though you totally did, but it was nice to hear it from her own mouth. "I've heard Beau whine before." You chuckled then. "It's not pretty."

 "I know right. I was afraid he'd wake the whole floor up." God, the sound of her laugh did unholy things to you.

 Once her laughter died down, you decided to get something off your chest as well. "As long as we're confessing things, there's something I have to tell you." She cocked her head at you in question. "The first day in Ottawa, at the meeting, when you asked me if my room was ok." You rubbed the back of your neck as you were a bit embarrassed about this next part. "I hadn't actually noticed anything that you'd done." She didn't really react. "It wasn't anything about you. I just hadn't slept the night before, and the minute I got in the room; I crashed. After we talked, I went to the room and saw everything. It was really nice, what you did for all of us…well for me specifically."

 "I'm glad you liked it. I'll admit, I thought I totally fucked up, especially with the book."

 "God no. I love it; I'm halfway through it already." It really was a great read. She looked visibly relieved when you said that.

 "I hope you like the one left you here. Well, if we ever get out here."

 "Wait, did you do another one of those for this place?" That damn blush again, crept up to her cheeks, and you wondered if you kissed her, would she turn that shade as well.

 "That's kind of what I'm supposed to do right? Make your jobs a bit easier. Which is why I don't feel bad that I made you share that candy bar." You laughed from deep down, something that didn't happen too often. (Y/N) was like this rare gem, that you only came across once in a lifetime and you were realizing more and more you didn't want to let this particular rock go.

 "Well, I promise to share the other one, once this elevator starts moving again." You actually wanted to share more than that with her, which was a bit scary.

 "As long as we don't have to split it while trapped in this elevator it's a deal."

 "It hasn't been that bad, has it?" You asked her because honestly, you weren't sure if you ever wanted it to be unstuck.

 "Honestly, it's been kind of fun." She smiled at you again, it wasn't that bright one from before. It was more secretive and you could be wrong, but a bit seductive. You found yourself leaning in towards her, as your hand glided over to her leg. Her lids started to drift closed as your mouth came closer to hers. It was if the whole world felt right in this one moment, and then the elevator got power and started back up again. The two of you flying apart and scrambling up from the floor. Neither of you said a word, though you could swear there was a look of disappointment in her face; that you were sure yours reflected as well.

 It took about a minute before the doors opened, and there stood hotel maintenance to check on you both. "Are you guys ok?"

 "Yeah, perfectly fine." (Y/N) answered as she stepped out; you following behind her.

 "We're so sorry this happened. Is there anything we can do for either of you?"

 "I think we're good, eh?" And (Y/N) nodded her agreement.

 "Again, we apologize for the inconvenience."

 "No problem." You told them, as they headed down the stairs back to their job. You stood there for a minute while they left, wondering what to say next to (Y/N), but she beat you to it.

 "Thanks for keeping me calm in there. I should let you go rest and stuff…I'll see you in a little bit?"

 This wasn't exactly how you saw this ending, but you could definitely use some time to regroup. "Yeah, I'll see you in the lobby in a couple hours." She headed down the hall in the opposite direction of where your room was; you watched her go, thinking that maybe waiting until playoffs were over to win (Y/N) was no longer an option. Flower was right, there was too much of a chance for someone else to capture her attention. The only thing left to do was figure out how to make a move tonight.

[akaspiderman]

strong

pairing: peter parker x avenger!female!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: nightmares, mentions of death

plot: Peter can never find peace without (y/n) by his side.

A/N: This is for @h-osterfield and @harryrholland one direction writing challenge! It’s inspired by the song strong by 1D :)

Peter shoots up, sweat pooling around him. His heart throbs while he gasps for air. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t face it. They were never this often before, the nightmares that plagued his head while he slept. But they keep coming and lately they’ve been more vivid and he could picture everything down to the exact detail. He could see how everything crashed and crumbled down during the fight. How it happened all so fast and it overwhelmed every single bone in his body. How he ran towards the girl but he wasn’t fast enough. Her scream echoing through his head that turns into everyone crying for help. He wasn’t able to save everyone. What was the point of being an Avenger if he couldn’t save everyone? Every move he makes stabs his heart. He should have done better.

He has to get out of this room. The room suffocated him in his thoughts and he knows they would eat him alive. He almost lets them, but he has to push forward. It was so draining, pretending that he didn’t hear voices in his head whenever he’s alone. He never could face the voices alone.

When he takes a step, his body feels a thousand times heavier than it should be. Tony warned him about becoming a full-time Avenger, but he’s never said anything about the self-blame he would endure. He failed to mention the way every wrong move he makes will torment him.

(y/n) hears a door opening across the hall and she knows it was Peter. He’s been crawling into her bed a few times these past weeks just to be by someone. She started a habit where she would force herself awake to make sure he’ll be okay and she would only rest when he does. She launches out of her bed, swinging the door open to meet Peter halfway down the hall. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were bloodshot. She holds her arms open and Peter collapses into them.

He lets her support his weight, grateful for the way she lets him be weak. When he was around everyone else, they always tell him it was okay and how he couldn’t change it. They were right, but it wasn’t what he needed. (y/n) lets him cry about it and never tells him to let it go. In a strange way, it helps him more.

“Nightmares,” Peter whispers. He squeezes her to make sure she was still there. He wasn’t dreaming anymore.

(y/n) runs her hands through his hair, closing her eyes. Her heart aches for him, how he keeps beating himself up over and over. He can’t even catch a break in his sleep, the guilt haunting his every move. She wishes that it would just blow over, but Peter dosen’t need to hear that. He needs support. “Do you feel like sleeping?”

“No.”

(y/n) detangles herself from Peter, but her hand finds its way into his. The warmth of her hand reminds him that he was awake and how there were still good things in life. Life wasn’t just death and failure. It was holding her hand and spending time with her.

“The sky is really clear tonight,” (y/n) says.

Peters nods his head and (y/n) is leading him back into her room. He was hit with the aroma of her, the fresh sweetness that she wears everyday. She hands him a pillow while her one arm was overflowing with blankets.

They don’t say much as they make the trek over to the balcony. There were so many unspoken words between them though. She squeezes his hand to make sure he’s still with her and Peter rubs his thumb in circles on her hand to tell her about his anxious thoughts. He sends her a small look of uneasiness and she slows down to walk directly next to him. He brings her hand up to his lips to thank her, causing (y/n) to glow.

A light breeze greets them as they unlock the door accompanied with chirping of crickets and a light buzz of the building. Peter sits down on the patio furniture as (y/n) takes a seat next to him. She throws the blanket around them, providing a small shield to the wind. Her head finds its way to his chest as she looks up at the night sky illuminated by bright starlight.

“Big Dipper,” (y/n) says breaking the silence. She uses her free hand to point up at the sky, but Peter isn’t looking.

Instead he’s looking at the girl he’s holding, the one who stayed up at this ungodly hour to make sure he would be alright. It was mind blowing that he even found her. There was no way they would have met if it weren’t for the fact that he joined the Avengers. It was a relief to (y/n) to have someone her age working with her. Naturally, they’re drawn to each other. It was painfully awkward at first, but they warmed up to one another. Once the ice started to thaw, it completely disappeared. They were amazingly close, understanding each other more and more.

His heart beats faster thinking about it. He needs her here. If she wasn’t here, he wouldn’t survive  without her picking him back up. (y/n) was the only one who could ease him back to sleep and calm him down. She kept him grounded from the chaos that was his life. Peter likes the little things too, the movie dates and their mini bake offs. It was a break from reality and they could act like that they were normal. She was the air to his lungs.

“I need you,” Peter whispers, his breath hitching.

(y/n) turns her attention back to Peter, their undefined relationship hanging in her head. She wasn’t sure what they were. Logically, they were dating due to the shy kisses and rocking one another to sleep. But they’ve never really called it that and they always avoid that topic. Whatever happens, happens. This was new to both of them, it was the most verbal confirmation they got for their relationship.

“I’m sor-,” Peter starts, “Wait, I’m not. I need you.” His heart stops beating at his confession.

(y/n) kisses his cheek, closing her eyes. Her eyelashes tickle his face as she lowers her head into the crook of his neck. She rests her head there, not sure of what to say to him. (y/n) thought about them a lot, but something was holding her back. She was scared she would say something and ruin it all, pushing Peter away. She couldn’t afford to lose him. Peter helps her act her age. She dosen’t have to be mature and act like that saving the world was her only priority. With Peter, she was just her.

Peter closes his eyes, wishing for something to say. That was a lie, there were so many things to say. He wants to tell her how he needs her and how she makes his days brighter. He likes the way she talks and her tragic dancing. He adores their inside jokes between them and their obscure pop culture references that went over everyone's head. He wishes he could tell her she was everything to him in this moment and many more before this. He could confess, it would be easy. The words would fall out of his lips without an end, but that was terrifying. It was almost as terrifying as his night terrors. His night terrors.

He almost forgot what brought the pair out on the balcony, he was so caught up in (y/n). That’s what he loved about being with her, the simplicity of it all. That’s why he always woke up next to her holding him, he always forgets about it with her. He thinks about all of the lives cut too short and how he couldn’t help them. All the places they could be right now and the things they could be doing. All of the words unspoken.

It hits Peter faster than lightning. All of their missed opportunities. As much as he hates to do it, he would be lying if he hasn’t thought he was going to die during a mission. That shadow held over his head whenever he got stuck in situations that seem impossible, like being thrown under a pile of rubble. Missions could go wrong and their love could become fleeting. There may never be another time like this where (y/n) is this close to him. It would be insulting if he didn’t seize this moment for all of the people he couldn’t save.

The words fall from his lips faster than he could think. “I love you.”

(y/n) pulls away from his chest to meet his eyes. Peter wasn’t scared anymore of his feelings, he was scared he would never say them. “Without you I’m so weak, I can’t do anything. I short circuit and everything gets so overwhelming but then you’re there. You smooth out all the edges and you’re always there no matter how long it takes. You make me smile with your jokes and rants. You make me forget that I’m supposed to be saving the world. You’re this fresh breath of air from everything. Whenever I’m with you, I feel different. I am different. And I like that a lot, the way you make me feel. You make me strong.”

Peter freezes after saying that, his mind screaming at him for saying that. His heart was jumping with joy though, it was off his chest. He didn’t feel regret at all. He wasn’t scared of it anymore, his love. People always shy and run away from it or it gets cut short, and he refuses for that to be the case with him. He couldn’t let her get away, he needs her.

(y/n) closes her eyes, her heart jumping. A wave of warmth washes over her and she knew. She loves him. She does but it was terrifying to be that vulnerable. It was more petrifying to have something that close to her heart and her head taunting her that it could go all wrong.

When she opens her eyes, she sees him. Peter was twiddling his thumb but his eyes were now studying the sky. God, she was so gone for him.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know.” Peter says.

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

(y/n) wraps her hand around his. “I love you so much,” her voice barely above a whisper.

Peter brings her hands up to his lips. She was scared, he could tell. But she relaxes easily into him, their bodies melting together. Their heartbeats became one as they drift off to sleep, unbothered by the world. In a silent promise, they swore they were going to guide each other through the rough patches and would help one another up. They were going to make each other strong.

[turtlebolt718-blog]

My Hero America ch7 (A parody of My Hero Academia)

By: Team Sugar Russia

Chapter 7: The Second Day

The second day of school was here, and it was just as chaotic. Outside the school Dy transformed again. I found Iris peeping on other people, not just me. And Max was just as soul shivering. I made it to class to find almost everyone else there, minus Kil. Barry was talking to Curt, who looked like he was internally screaming out of confusion, Taura was sleeping on her desk, and Krieg was just sitting there on his phone. The bell rang and everyone, minus Kil, was sitting in their desk. Max began the countdown again and everyone moved away except for Max and Dy. Kil crashed through the window, kicked Dy, flew through Max’s safety portals, and went straight through the wall. And then Mr. Koro appeared.

“Alright, alright. Please cease with your horseplay. And Killena, please stop destroying the school.”

“NEVER!!! I will not conform to the shackles of an interdependent society!” She shouted as she ran back to her desk.

“Anyway,” Mr. Koro turned towards the rest of us. “Today, as you all know, is your first full day of school.”

“Boooo.” groaned Iris.

“Don’t get cross with me, young lady.” he shook his tentacle at her. Iris sat back down.

“As I was saying, this is your first full day of school. And this means I will not be with you the whole day, you will have me for you last period but every other class is a different teacher. I hope you enjoy their company. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be off to my first class.” and just like that, he left. Taura sat upright at her desk and began to mess with something that looked like a rope.

“I heard that if the teacher isn’t here in the next fifteen minutes, then we can all leave.” Dy said.

“Yesssss!” Iris cheered.

“Don’t get your hopes up, kids.” a voice came from the doorway and in strode a man with long, greasy black hair with a black goatee, and a full suit and tie.

“Nooooo!” Iris slunk back in her seat.

“Such enthusiasm. My name is Mr. Festus, and I’ll be your english teacher for this year. Before we start, do we have any questions?”

Iris raised her hand.

“Yes?”

“Why do we have english class if we already can speak english?”

“Because I’ve seen many english-speaking people on the internet who don't understand proper speech.”

“Wow. Calling me out like this.” Iris huffed.

“Any more questions?”

“Can I punch you?” Kil raised her hand.

“Absolutely not.”

“Wanna bet?”

Mr. Festus was quiet for a few seconds. “Tell you what, if any of you can lay even a finger on me, you can leave for the rest of the hour.”

Iris started to get up.

“Bring it, Mr. Fetus.” Kil rose up from her seat and prepared to transform.

“No, Kil, not in the classroom.” Taura leaped away.

Mr. festus held up his hand and then flipped off Kil. She let out an angry yell and started to transform, but nothing happened.

“What the heck?” She tried again but nothing happened.

“Next time, before you try to attack someone you should probably do more research. Clearly none of you know who I am.” Mr. Festus put his hand down and straightened his tie.

Then a hand appeared behind Mr. Festus and tapped him on the shoulder. Max stood up and walked out of the classroom.

“Practice what you preach.” He said behind him.

“Yeah, you might want to do some research of your own.” Chirped a voice behind Mr. Festus.

A rope that dropped from the ceiling behind Mr. Festus where a panel had been opened, hanging, upside down no less, was Taura. She had a Kunai in her hand and could have easily had an opening to stab Festus. Instead she poked him in the back of the shoulder. “You would know that not all of us rely on quirks.”

“When the hell did you do that?” Kil wondered.

“Ninja.” Was Taura’s only response. “I’m out. I’ll be in the vents.” She flipped rightside up and climbed up the rope, disappearing into the ceiling. The rope disappeared after her and the panel was moved back into place.

“Anyone else?” Mr. Festus asked.

Kil and Dy charged him and leapt up in the air. Mr. festus stepped to the side and had them crash into each other, he then twisted their arms behind their backs and held them down.

“Hah! You think you’re strong enough to stop us?” Dy attempted to get up but he couldn’t “Because if so, you are correct, what the heck?”

“Go to your seats so we can start class.” He said. I never thought I would meet someone who could over power those two but today showed me.

Nothing interesting happened after that, we learned about discussion questions and other boring stuff like that, halfway through Max returned with a mountain of snacks in his hands.

And then class was over, and passing period began. Mr. Festus said bye and left.

“See ya, Mr. Fetus.” Killena waved. “I hate you.”

“It’s Festus.” his voice echoed the halls.

“Well he was… interesting.” I said.

“He was boring as hell.” Iris complained.

“I quite like english, actually.” Max said from the back next to his mountain of snacks.

“Hey man. You better share.” Iris said, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’ll share these once Dynus becomes a physician without killing anyone.”

Dy laughed in the background. “That’s impossible.”

“Exactly.”

“Barry, what do you think? Should he share?” Iris turned towards Barry.

Barry slowly turned around in his chair, making creaking sounds until he faced all of us. “My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive.” he said and then he slowly turned back around.

“My thoughts exactly!” Iris smugly grinned.

“I didn’t understand a word he said.”

“Oh! See, the reason I know is because I took the time to learn what he’s really saying...if that makes sense.”

“Ooohh” Max acted surprised, “Yeah, I don't really care whatsoever.”

Iris just glared, but stayed quiet.

Taura showed up a little later, yawning as she entered the room. Her vest and shift were dusted in something looking suspiciously like ash or dust.

“I nearly ended up in the furnace, but the vents are a pretty nice way to travel.” She stretched her arms over her head. She walked by Max, and snatched a bag of cookies, and proceeded to open and start eating.

“Oh… oh! I nearly forgot. My uh, family will be out of town this weekend. So I was thinking… maybe us females could hang out?” Iris asked.

Killena shrugged. “I don’t trust you in the least, pervert, but I know I can pummel you, so sure, why not?”

“I promise I won’t perv this time! Please don’t beat me up…”

“I guess.” I shrugged. “As long as Kil and Taura are there to protect me from your pervy ways.”

“Alright. Also, there’s only one rule. No boys allowed!”

“Why not?” Curt asked.

Everyone just looked at him with that “You know why” look. He looked at his feet and sat back down.

“It’s settled then!” Iris pumped her fist.

Dy slammed on his desk, “Well if you’re going to have a girls night then I’m having a boys night. Everyone at my house, no girls allowed!!!”

“Ok. Well you boys have fun with that, I guess.” Iris said

“When will we have the party?” Curt asked.

“Eeehhh, not you, Curt.” He said

“Wha-Why not?”

“Just, not you.” Dy answered. “You don’t count as a guy. Also can we go to someone else’s house.”

“Please, I’m the manliest man here.” He bragged. Dy put his arm on the desk

“Arm wrestle me, then.”

Curt took Dy’s hand and was immediately thrown into the wall.

The Bell rang and we all returned to our seats.

“Okay, students. Please be seated.” A chinese man walked into the classroom, “Oh, you’re already seated. Good, that means we can start class right away.” He pulled out a suitcase and opened it up. He fished around in it and pulled out some test tubes and a flask.

“Hello, my name is Mr. Hai, and I’ll be your chemistry teacher for this year. This is my first year of teaching, so please play nice.” I heard a chuckle from behind me I turned around and saw that Kil and Taura were passing notes through Max’s portals.

“You two in the back, please stop that. It’s distracting.” Mr. Hai said.

“Make me.” Challenged Kil.

Mr. Hai sighed and pulled out a metallic ball from his pocket and threw it at Kil. While it was flying towards her it caught on fire. She caught it but immediately dropped it.

“Yow! That’s hot” She growled. Kil picked the ball up again and winced, she then threw it at Mr. Hai. The ball hit him in the forehead but it only klanged off. Mr. Hai was unfazed. Kil, meanwhile, the skin on her hands was red and a little blistered, and a patch of scales on her palms had cracked.

“Like I said, please stop doing that.” Mr. Hai continued to set up a little lab station on the front desk. “We’re wasting time that you could be using to learn.”

Kil muttered something under her breath and sat back down, clearly her quick skirmish with Mr. Festus had taught her not to mess with anymore of the teachers.

“Are we done?” Mr. Hai smiled.

“One question.” Kil said. “How did you do that, making the ball catch fire?”

“Well, my quirk is the ability to affect matter at the molecular level. So I made the ball’s atoms, which was Osmium by the way, vibrate at an extremely high speed which heated the ball.” Mr. Hai explained

“That’s some powerful Schist man.” Iris said from the back.

“Now that everyone’s questions have been answered, we can begin with the class. I hope you’re ready for an explosion, because we’re putting sodium in water.” Mr. Hai pulled out a capsule of some silvery substance and a glass jar full of water.

The rest of the class was pretty fun, like he had promised there was an explosion that blew up the jar and broke one of the lights. Overall he was a lot nicer than Mr. Festus, and less annoying.

The other classes went by pretty quickly after that. By the end of the day our schedule went as follows: English(Mr. Festus), Chemistry(Mr. Hai), Algebra(Mrs. Bellum), History(Mrs. Dublin), Lunch, Gym(Mr. Hardt), and a double block that’s our Hero training with Mr. Koro. At the end of the day I felt like I learned nothing new. We all headed towards the front of the school, there we split ways.

Max waved at us and walked out to the parking lot, shortly after a small Hawaiian girl yelled “Beep! Beep! Sorry!” and pushed past us, running towards Max.

As she was doing so she shouted “HEY! tocchi il mio spaghetto!” Max looked at her and said “Sta ‘zitto”

They got in a car and drove off.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“The girl? She’s Max’s sister.” Taura explained. She had been walking by me, her arms behind her head.

“Sister? But they look nothing alike. Max is whiter than snow.”

“Don’t be racist.”

Well that’s something new I learned. I saw Krieg was in the corner, calling someone. A few minutes later a Bugatti showed up. Krieg walked out and got in the car, then zoomed off.

“What the heck? Is Krieg loaded?” I turned towards Taura again. She nodded.

“Krieg owns a big energy company.”

Well that’s another thing I learned. Knowledge for everyone I guess.

Killena then walked out into an open parking space, transformed into her serpentine dragon, and flew away. I could see her doing some flips in the sky, ever the show off. Dy did the same, turning into a giant lizard guy, and hobbled away, leaving craters along the side of the road.

Barry took a whiff of his inhaler and ran off, and Curt did an over dramatic farewell and jogged off.

“Well, see you two later.” Taura waved and threw down a smoke bomb. When it dissipated she was gone. Freaking ninja.

Then it was just me and Iris, I had texted my parents to pick me up but they hadn’t shown up yet. I’m gonna be honest, ever since the first time I met her I haven’t really been to fond of Iris and her pervy ways. I glanced at her and she was just smiling looking out at the parking lot.

“Thanks in advance for coming to the party, I get lonely whenever my parents are on leave.” Iris turned to look at me. I couldn’t explain it, but something about her tone seemed...sad.

“Huh? Oh, no problem. As long as you don't grope me in my sleep or anything.”Isaid.

“I said I won’t, I’m not that bad.” Iris patted me on the back.

There was an awkward silence between us and I kept checking my phone to see if my parents were on their way. I looked out and saw them approaching.

“But that won’t stop me from doing other things.” Iris said.

“OKAY! WELP, MY PARENTS ARE HERE. SEE YOU BYE!!!” I walked off to the car and my family drove away.

“Who was that you were talking to?” My father looked at me through the rearview mirror.

“Just a classmate.” was my quick response. He smiled and gave me a quizzical look.

“Just a classmate?” He laughed.

“Yes, can we please go now?”

“We’ve been going for the past few minutes.”

“Oh, right.”

My mom turned around to look at me.

“So how’s your day been?” She asked.

“Good.”

“Anything happen?”

“Not much.”

“You know you can tell us things, right? You barely said anything about yesterday, too.”

“Nothing much happened.” I shrugged.

My mom stared at me for a second and then turned away. “Okay.” was all she said and we fell into silence.

I know it seems a little dumb that I don't tell my parents about school but that’s because I don’t want to leave this school like I did the last one.

Character: Barry Allen

Quirk: Speed: Faster than lightning

Age: 15

Hair: Brown

Eyes: brown

Height: 5’8”

Personality: My name is Barry Allen andIam the fastest man alive.

Ideals: My mother was killed by something impossible, two consecutive lightning strikes in the same spot.

[usurperisms-blog1]

♒

my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

he should have never been there in the first place.

lori had crashed for the night, pulling an actual all-nighter doing school work after running on fumes and caffeine for so many hours. dad had a graveyard shift. mind burnt out from algebraic equations, and essay writing, she had only bothered to change into a t-shirt and shorts before unceremoniously falling into bed.

and then there is a loud knocking from downstairs.

in the empty house, it easily echoes up to her room. lori blinks groggily, barely even processing what woke her up, when there’s another knock. fumbling around for her phone, the time 12:05 blares back at her. her brows furrow. who the actual fuck is knocking on her door after midnight? groaning, after what feels like forever, she manages to get up. pushing aside the curtain, she peers down through her moonlit window, trying to make out who it was. but within the slopping shadows of the house, and out of reach of any streetlights, she can only make out that SOMEONE is there. a barely-there silhouette, nothing more.

gripping her phone tightly in one hand, she thinks. should she ignore it? go back to some blissful fucking sleeping? it wouldn’t be her dad, would it? if he is locked out, wouldn’t he call her first? sighing, more out of sleepiness than anything, she decides to go downstairs.

(how funny, the only time she thinks before she acts is when she’s too tired to think at all.)

lori creeps down the stairs slowly, wincing at every creak she makes. if this is some weirdass ploy to rob her house, she’s fucked. not enough energy to steal, and not clear-headed enough to properly fight - she’ll be easy pickings. she uses her phone’s light to navigate, deciding the smart choice is to not turn on any lights. don’t want to alert them.

when she hits the landing, she creeps along to the front door. it’s only when she’s about to turn the doorknob, having unlocked the door, that she realizes she’s going to face some potential creep empty-handed. ugh, she’s been taught better than that. she should’ve gotten at least a steak knife, or something.

lori opens the door, and for a moment doesn’t recognize him. but the light from the phone she wields like a weapon was enough. “SNART?” the incredulity stains her tone easily. he’s slumped to one side, an arm held to his middle. he looks as barely awake as she does. with the phone hand, she rubs the sleep from her eyes again. looks at him properly.

there’s no goggles this time, glazed over blue eyes clear to see. there’s a large patch of dark purple bruises forming on the right side of his face, and blood splattered all over his skin, trailing down his neck. a couple of cuts on one cheek, the other bruised. it’s hard to tell from his black shirt, but the hand pressed into his side is an indicator enough; covered in crimson. he’s propped himself against the doorframe, shoulder holding him up.

until, of course, he falls towards her.

he’s much taller, and much larger than she, so it’s no surprise she practically collapses to the floor with all his weight. “what the hell are you doing here?” she hisses between breaths, eyes wide and suddenly realizing many things at once.

it’s fucking cold outside, he’s collapsed halfway through the threshold, she’s not wearing enough clothes to be dealing with this kind of shit early in the morning and how the actual fuck is he here right now, let alone how the fuck does he know where her house is?

she found captain cold on her fucking doorstep, looking like he came straight from hell, and the last time she saw him, it was in new york. it is a fucking nine and something HOUR drive from there to dayton at best. and she really doubt he flew, looking like this, and being a criminal and all.

“snart?” lori says his name again, questioning. testing out his name is a really odd thing. sounds even weirder than ‘captain cold’, believe it or not. after being confronted with an actual name, thanks to the mobster, it’s just weird. “snart?”

shit. has he passed out? from blood loss or whatever? she’s not a doctor! she doesn’t know how to deal with this kind of shit. and it’s not like she can call 911, can she? ‘hello, yes operator, i’ve got a maybe dying wanted fucking criminal on top of me, please help!’ he’s not even logically supposed to be here. the hell is she supposed to do.

she shivers, and scowls. well, not freeze out here, for one. she runs through where she could put him. kitchen? no, she’s not letting him bleed on the floor. in her bedroom? she didn’t want to even think about the struggle of taking him upstairs, even if it is the better option. living room? maybe on the couch. bathroom? down here, maybe. she decides on the couch.

the fact that she manages to drag him there is a miracle, even if it’s the closest. lori grunts and stifles screaming, laying him down on the couch, face up. and every single muscle in her body burns and screams from it. she breathes in and out, sliding down to the floor, and leaning her head back against the couch’s arm, the one near his head. she takes some time to steady it. 

(she doesn’t bother to check how much time that endeavour took.)

great, so she has a bleeding man on her couch. now what? her mind strays, trying to - goddamnit - think of actually helpful, informational things for once. what has she learned in biology? put pressure on the wound. right. hopefully, his blood clots; otherwise he’ll die from continuous blood loss. prevent infection. otherwise he could die from bacteria entering the wound. all these ideas come to mind, and lori gives an embittered, withered smile. for once, she’s not a completely shitty person, and actually has a useful brain.

towels. she needs towels. wincing, she convinces herself to pull herself together, and moves. walking slowly, she manages to get herself into the bathroom. does switch the light on, considering her phone lays abandoned somewhere near the front door. at least he’s breathing, that’s a good thing. breathing is good. 

her brows furrow for a moment, wondering why the towels are so damp before she remembers. right, jessica came by today. she forgot to throw them in the wash. that’s two now, who have come to her doorstep. one drenched in rain, and now him - beaten black and blue. did the mobsters come after you for revenge? did you try to steal something and fail? some other criminal dishing out revenge? did one of those heroes catch you?

so many questions. and why does she care? lori knows the answer to that. remembers her vocal confession. i actually like you. despite the fucking puns. she doesn’t want him to die. like jessica, he’s a friend. an odd-type who she wants to murder half the time but captain cold is a friend. and she LIKES having friends, okay?

dealing with her dad in the morning is gonna be- well, gonna be fucked. no getting around that. unless somehow he’s too tired by 8:30 to even see clearly, she’s not going to get away with this. and pfft, well beyond the whole ‘no-boys-in-the-house’ thing. not that he is one, technically. he’s like middle aged and not a creep, by some miracle.

lori sighs, kneeling next to his body. she manages to push up the shirt midway, exposing the long elongated slash along his side, ending at his hip. it barely curves around to his stomach. there’s a lot of blood, but it’s not bad. maybe 11 inches? she balls up a towel and then pushes. a moan escapes his lips.

“yeah, well, you somehow fucking arrived at my door at 12 in the fucking morning, so shut up.” lori mutters to a blacked out captain cold. it’s an empty house, and she’s currently taking care of an injured fucker on her couch, so she indulges in speaking again. “how the fuck did you even find me? i never told you. did you track my fucking phone?” it’s their main form of communication, really. 

he says stupid puns, she says they’re terrible, he says his puns are terribly amazing; it’s a system, a dynamic. and sometimes they get a little real. but more often than not, it’s childish antics. like her saying his name was a cross between snake and fart. that still makes her happy.

after a while, she pulls back and assesses the situation. that hopefully has stopped the bleeding. honestly, what is she doing? she is not a doctor, or a nurse, or a whatever. a busted lip? sure. some bruises and scrapes? yeah. cuts? that’s what band-aids are for. but this mess all over captain cold’s body? that’s like being thrown into the deep end. she does it, anyways.

is this what doing some good is supposed to be like, she thinks, fixing up and patching up people randomly?

maybe it is. maybe it isn’t. she isn’t capable of good, is only capable of just doing what she does: beating people up, trying to survive high school, mastering her own brand of magic, stealing others. good people aren’t supposed to feel a tremendous amount of wicked joy at murder. good people aren’t supposed to be satisfied with the life she has.

and it is her life. she gets every day feeling like some shade of shit, like she won’t ever be happy, like one day she’ll just be a powerless little girl who can’t deal with her own monsters in her head. but it is hers. 

“why are we even friends?” lori questions aloud, knowing he won’t answer back. rolling her eyes, she takes another towel and pats his face, an easier job to deal with. the bathroom’s light helps. she’s wiping away the blood from his cheek, when he mutters something. she jerks back, eyes widening then narrowing. what?

“… lisa.”

lisa? who the fuck is lisa? his girlfriend or wife? a friend? his sister? she didn’t know. well, it could be someone his smirking ass cared about, or it could just be the person who turned him into a bleeding, cut, bruised mess. a chick named lisa. if it was the latter, then lori knew who to blame for him being here in the first place. 

“at least you’re alive. hard to explain a dead body to my dad.” is she actually joking with him? it’s a morbid one, but it’s a shade of macabre within herself she can accept. 

well, she’s cleaned his face and stopped the bleeding. maybe. her limbs no longer feel like they’re dying. he’s breathing. and is she, somehow, doing something right. wait- she scrambles backwards, getting up and runs for her phone. after a minute of blind feeling around, she grabs it, and turns it back on.

not even bothering to check the time (or to turn on the living room light for that matter, like really, that would’ve made it much quicker), she pulls up google, tapping in how do you treat knife wounds? really, she should’ve done this first. pulls up webmd, and then scrolls through. yeah, yeah, can’t call 911 cause obviously. ah, there we go. ‘clean the area with warm water and gentle soap.’

sure, water, good enough.

before long, she’s actually cleaning the wound. he groans a lot, which is not her fault at all. “you’re lucky i’m helping you,” lori snaps, when it looks like he might wake up from the pain alone. “and actually trying to make sure you don’t fucking die.” she wrenches out the bloody water, dips it in clean water, and repeats. you know, it’s actually kinda soothing, as fucked up as that is. 

she has to admit though, it is very weird not to see snart cracking a smirk, or a pun directed towards her. not that she minds its’ absence, though, it’s just very weird. it’s a thing that she’s come to associate with him, a trademark of sorts. annoying, but still true.

a lot of the blood is coming off. his muscles are corded, more on the lean side, but definitely not out of shape. built like a fighter, like he should be. he may be a thief, but he doesn’t swing around that freeze ray thing for nothing. 

soon enough, she’s actually cleaned around the wound. she’s actually proud of herself, lets herself be proud for a moment. he’s still not awake, or whatever. she stares at his face for a moment.

“why me?” she chucks the dirty, ragged cloth into the container. “why did you come to me? how did you find my fucking house? why the fuck did i do all of this for you?” the last one is directed to herself; a harsh, angry whisper. because you don’t care. she remembers saying that. why was he in the neighbourhood? she does remember telling him she’s from dayton, ohio, and not new york city.

she picks up her phone anyways.

they have a first-aid kit in the bathroom. the page said antibiotics. if anything, that should have some. and she comes back, right. it’s so very odd, how in control she feels for once. which is a rather inappropriate sentiment, she knows, considering the now not-so-bloody body in front of her. her hands are stained red turned pink, but they’ve always been that way. nothing new.

as she applies the antibiotic cream, a thought hits her. maybe he has his phone on him? he had it on him when she called him that time, who’s to say he doesn’t now? she rummages around the parka thing, and then his pants- there! she holds the phone in her hand, puts down her own and turns it on. she looks through contacts: drunker than mick, hottie, IDIOT sister, before finding herself. after not seeing her listed at L or A, it takes a quick skim to see who she is. make puns at.

asshole. too fucking accurate, but still, he’s an asshole.

lori pauses for a moment, before putting it back. so he does have a sister? is that who lisa is? maybe, she doesn’t know. there’s no lisa listed under L, so perhaps. but she decides to let him keep his secrets. she has her own, ones she doesn’t want people to find out either. he lets out a hiss as she finishes up, and a startled gasp, but still doesn’t wake.

she rummages through the first aid kit, and finds bandages. she… legitimately doesn’t know how to do this part. so she, naturally, googles it. because she hasn’t killed someone ever since she got revenge against the drug dealers, and because he’s a friend. like jessica, except more antagonistic at times. he put her as make puns at, how is that not a sign?

she knows it’d be fucking easier if she could just steal someone’s powers, and- NO. she’s done that before, and she’s not going through that again. she’s not taking that risk, she’s not going to give her more reasons to feel like shit and feel fucking terrible when she wakes up. she’s going to do this right. it feels like a fever dream, so early in the morning, but she’s going to do this. she’s determined to.

lori finds some tape, and makes do with a semi-patchwork job, ripping pieces up and fitting over the garish slash in his side. and then she’s done.

she leans back, letting out a breath. eyes linger over her handiwork that she’s done for the past hours. she doesn’t care what the time is anymore. she’s just… tired. she just possibly saved captain cold’s life. she’s saved someone. instead of killing them, or beating them, or whatever, she’s saved him. she lets out a yawn. that will settle over her like a weight later, but right now, every fiber in body is screaming for sleep.

looks down at her bloodied shirt, shrugs and decides fuck it, she can change out it in the morning. after tipping out the dirty water, and crudely putting the first aid kit back together, she comes back to the couch. slides down right next to it, resting her head against the arm rest. lets out another yawn. snart better be fucking grateful, she might’ve just saved his life. and not even with magic this time.

and then lori drifts off, dreaming. instead of nightmares, she dreams of her 10th birthday, of her mom smiling, of her giving her diary to her as a birthday present. they all laugh: her dad, her mom and her. it’s not a proper peace, not quite soft, but it’s something.

once again, captain cold allows her to be someone.