Bro Az be like:
Okay phew I moved away to the House of Wind, this should limit my thoughts abou- WHAT HAPPENED TO ELAIN? WHAT ARGUMENT? SHADOWS: BE READY TO ATTACK. AHHH I CAN'T SLEEP LET ME JUST STARE AT HER GIFT FOR A YEAR STRAIGHT. OH HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE'D LOOK UNDER ME. SHIT I'M HARD AGAIN
I'm the spymaster. I spy on everyone, including my High Lor- NUH UH. DON'T BREECH HER PRIVACY. YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY DO TOGETHER. IT WILL ONLY HURT
I've got tons of work to do and an early morning tomorr- IT'S 3 AM ALREADY? FUCK THAT. GARDENING TALK IS MORE IMPORTANT
Holidays are so hopeful, i appreciate them so muc- NO. STAY CLOSE TO THE EXIT. ITS OK TO LEAVE IF YOU CAN'T BREATHE. I WISH I WAS HER MATE
Hand to hand is too close for me. Might make everyone uncomfortable. Shit, don't touch her man you're an abominatio- TAKE MY HAND ELAIN. LETS GO TO THE GARDEN. LET ME CARRY YOU BRIDAL STYLE OVER THE THRESHOLD. CRADLE YOU TO MY CHEST. OH YOU'RE BRUSHING PAST? BRUSH FINGERS WITH M- OH GOD. HER NECk. MY HAND. YES. JUST ONE KISS PLS I'LL BEG
I'm not sure if I should buy the sisters solstice gif- BRO THIS ROSE NECKLACE WILL SUIT ELAIN PERFECTLY. COOL COOL COOL LET ME BUY IT EVEN THO I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE IT TO HER
Oh. I've never stayed in this room at the Townhouse befor- THE WINDOW FROM THIS ROOM OVERLOOKS THE GARDEN. HER GARDEN. BEST ROOM EVER
Let the High Lady greet her siste- HAPPY SOLSTICE ELAIN. GIMME THE POTATOES. SIT I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT. WAIT! NOBODY EATS UNTIL SHE SITS DOWN. GOT IT?
Only mates share jewelry dude, don't give her that necklace, you're not her mate, it'll be weir- DAMN. SUN AT DAWN. DRY HUMOR. A THOUGHTFUL GIFT FOR ME. HERE, TAKE MY TOTALLY UNCOOL OFFERING. QUICK
I'm nothing, I'm worthless, I'm a stone. Don't show emotions Azrie- YES MY EYES ARE SAD CLOTHO. I LOST SOMETHING(ONE) VERY IMPORTANT TODAY
I haven't thought of a future with he- BLOOD DUEL? I WAS READY YESTERDAY. FUCK WORLD. PEACE. WOULD'VE DONE IT FOR MOR, WILL DO IT FOR ELAIN
Ahhhh it's been 500 years and my heart still belongs to Mo- ELAIN. ELAIN IS MISSING. HOLY ... I'M GETTING HER BACK. I VOLUNTEER TO DIE FOR HER
No one is ever allowed to touch or borrow my legendary knife. I get anxious withou- HERE. TAKE TRUTHTELLER. PROTECT YOURSELF ELAIN. PLS DON'T DISAPPEAR AGAIN YOU SCARED ME
Competitive to a fault, I've never lost a snowball fight in 199 years and this time shall be no diff- 200TH WIN BE DAMNED. RHYS YOU PUNK. HOW DARE YOU FORBID ME? UPSET ELAIN? EAT THIS SNOWBALL (ROCK)
Ah another solstice. So many people to greet. So many rooms to go into at the Riverho- THAT LAUGH. IT'S ELAIN. QUICK FOLLOW THAT SOUND. SHIT. SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL I'M GONNA STOP RIGHT HERE IN THE DOORWAY AND ADMIRE HER
There is NO way I'm her mat- BUT WHAT IF THE CAULDRON WAS WRONG BRO? WHAT THEN?
I’m waiting for you
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: Clark Kent is late for a date once again because he's saving the world, and you end up getting hurt while waiting for him.
Warnings: Reader is seriously injured, reader has dark thoughts, blood, anguish, English is not my first language, Clark is not a bad boyfriend, just a little absent.
Okay, now imagine you have a date with Clark Kent. The plan was for him to pick you up so you could go to the movies together, but something came up and you both decided he’d just meet you there. It’s no surprise that Clark is, once again, late. You hug yourself tightly to shield from a sudden cold breeze and check your phone for the fifth time to see if he’s read your messages.
Part of you is frustrated and upset about him leaving you waiting, but that part is immediately drowned out by another that whispers he’s probably saving someone’s life, or thousands of lives, at this very moment. It was common to feel a certain guilt for wishing your boyfriend was with you instead of saving the world. You used to bury that rotten, jealous side of yourself so deep inside your own mind that sometimes even you couldn’t reach it, because there was a cold, paralyzing fear that your boyfriend might somehow know about that dark part of you and realize how selfish you truly were.
So you took a deep breath, like all the other times, and held on to the image of how he would smile shyly and cover you with kisses to apologize for being late, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose in a silly way. With your eyes closed, indulging in the memory of your boyfriend inside your head, you didn’t notice the man who appeared in the shadowy alley nearby. You also didn’t notice the insane, fixated look in his eyes as he approached, or the malicious smile when he realized you were practically alone on that almost deserted street.
Later, you would realize it would have been better to cancel the date and stay home, or simply wait inside the building. But there, lying on the ground with a pool of warm blood spreading around you while a theater employee called for emergency services, you wondered if you’d ever again see your boyfriend’s beautiful smile or get the chance to fix those weird glasses that were always slipping down his nose. Maybe he would arrive in time to save you, the same way he saved so many others. Maybe then he’d spend more time with you, maybe then he’d feel guilty for not being there—that little shadowy part of you thought.
You felt the ghost of a smile forming, but the laugh was cut short by a gurgling cough of your own blood. It was funny that not even for a moment did you wonder why that man had stabbed you; you were just a pathetic, miserable little thing wondering if your boyfriend might finally have more time for you now.
When the blood loss was too much, you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. In your dreams, you were watching that damned movie with your perfectly ordinary boyfriend, your head resting on his strong shoulder. In your dreams, your boyfriend didn’t have to choose between you and the world. In that moment, you allowed yourself to be selfish and imagine what it would be like if Clark Kent belonged only to you.
A few minutes later, Clark Kent was running down that same street, his glasses sliding down his nose and his clothes disheveled. He didn’t notice the small, nervous crowd gathered in front of the theater, talking frantically. He looked once more at his phone, at the message that read “I’m waiting for you, love.” That’s why he didn’t see the pool of blood until he got close enough to smell the iron.
With his heart pounding, he looked around, searching for you. He even ran inside the building to see if you were there. The blood in his veins rushed so fast he could barely hear the voices around him. He had to focus and take a few deep breaths before he could finally make them out. Then he heard something that made his whole body freeze and his stomach twist: “Poor thing… she was waiting for her boyfriend who was late. It’s such a tragedy, something like this happening to someone so young…”
These are actually my favorite Chi-Chi and Gohan outfits
