#ofcosmicwonder 004

[kxtepryde]

@ofcosmicwonder​ sent “i’ve missed you.”

“Stop.”

Kitty couldn’t tell if she meant it, or if it was a reflex. Years had passed where the thought of Donna made her teeth clench, had her pacing the room, made it hard to swallow around all the questions. Once upon a time, Kitty would have crossed the space between them with a laugh and an ‘I’m right here, silly.’ Once upon a time she didn’t feel a sharp pain in her chest when she thought of her.

All the storybooks spoke of heartbreak between two lovers. So few wrote about what it felt like to lose a friend. Somewhere between tucking themselves into the corners of comic book stores and ducking around wannabe villains, sharing their hopes and their dreams, the ties that bind wound just as tightly in friendships as they did in any other relationship. Donna would laugh over Kitty’s latest Peter, and Kitty would lament over Donna’s latest loss, and the two of them were friends. The knife that severed those ties was as sharp as any heartbreak.

It wasn’t just a reflex. It was self-defense. It was hurt, and anger and loss and confusion all in one. Because it only took one night leant over various superhero comics in DisComics talking about right and wrong and the in betweens, and Kitty knew Donna was good. She thought she understood.

“Do you remember when we use to hang out in the comics shop after closing? I’d gather up all the Yoda plushies and...” Kitty flipped her phone around in her hand over and again; it was liable to fall right through her. “I miss that. I miss you, too, Donna. I just...don’t know who I’m missing, anymore.”

[rxdshood-a]

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(✉ → γατάκι jt 👻): i want you. (✉ → γατάκι jt 👻): here with me. 

( 📩 → girl wonder 🔥 ): hey uh ( 📩 → girl wonder 🔥 ): what the fuck ( 📩 → girl wonder 🔥 ): i mean, i know i’m hot and all, but you’re not exactly the type i go for, troy.    ( 📩 → girl wonder 🔥 ): besides, i am very taken. 

[chicagospryde-a]

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Kara knew what it was like to try and come out from beneath one of the large shadows cast by the likes of Clark and Diana, so she would have never brought up the topic unless Donna did first. Especially not in front of a group of strangers. And now Kitty was looking at her like that. More specifically she was not looking at Donna while she went off about the strangers that had all just arrived and then she was making a dramatic exit that Dick would have been proud of. This was a kind of disaster-party that the Titans would have been proud of, but Dick wasn’t here to provide the dramatic meltdown and Wally wasn’t making a joke and forcing them to eat their feelings. Instead, she was alone and surrounded all at the same time. Donna didn’t have time to weigh her options though, because you didn’t just say ‘no’ to Kara Danvers. So, that’s how she found herself nodding and dipping out to Kara’s room to grab a blanket and then reluctantly climbing out the window and flying to the fire escape that Kitty was currently occupying. “I heard there was a spider in need of squishing?” Donna offered in lieu of greeting.

Kitty threw her coat aside, humming as she stretched out her tense muscles. It was good to be free of that damn thing, she’d been baking under it. And it was good to be free of the party. She couldn’t stand being in the same room as Daisy, not for a second. With time, sure, she would have gotten over the whole I bought fancy lingerie because I thought this was a sexy party thing. But never the Daisy is here and I refuse to talk to her thing. There was also the Donna is Wonder Woman’s sister thing, which was another can of worms she wasn’t keen on opening. In her mind, she’d promised Kara she’d crawl back in when she was less angry about everything, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Imagining herself standing in the same room as Daisy and not---“I heard there was a spider in need of squishing?��

“Gah!” Kitty screamed, grabbing her coat and pulling it up into her chest. “What are you---hey! No! I’m out here to be alone, not to be talked to!” She groaned, face scrunched into a childish frown. “Ugh, fine. Okay. Hand me the blanket and say your piece.”