Marvelous Mess of Muses

One Scene Per Episode → Green Lantern: The Animated Series

She tried to remember but the pain in her head got worse. She winced and accidentally started to clutch Peter. “I…some body..” she was at a loss for words. She couldn’t remember. “Wait…j-j…J-290….thats my home…” Thats all she could remember. The injuries trauma were worse than expected. Because now she was showing signs of PTSD

“n-no! i mean..yes…maybe a small one…” she was keen on hugging strangers. but that therapist said human contact was good for solving anxiety. and she was a hugger. “ah…what the hell..” widowa slowly walked over to peter and carefully wrapped her arms around him, not too tight but not loose. that scent. it calmed her

her hand slowly extended to him, “spider-sense…?” she pretended to not know what he was saying at first but widowa wasn’t raised to be a liar. she swallowed something in her gut and nodded. “i think its like a magnet in my head.” she gestured her brain. “i got concussed and my senses have been…dragging e all over the place… like their searching for something….”

the pain on her wasn’t deep. just inconsistent and shooting all over. her injuries healed bu the trauma and effects behind hem were still a bi fresh. “im fine though…” she managed to say. 

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Peter could tell she was afraid. He made sure to raise his hands slowly, making sure he wasn’t coming across as a threat. “I can tell, this is my place. But it’s okay, you’re safe here.” He stepped toward her slowly, making sure not to alarm her. “I’m Peter. What can I call you?” She was illogically unfamiliar to him, but couldn’t place him. All he knew was that they were somehow connected, and Peter was in some way able to help her. And dammit he was going to do whatever he could. 

when he rose his hands she sequined to look at them. with each set he took her pupils dilated. 

her shaking stopped. he seemed trustworthy. still, she kept her distance from him, just to be safe. he still was a stranger. then the spider exhaled. “m-my names widowa…” a strange name given to her by her father. little embarrassing. she introduced herself in a low tone. “sorry p-peter-….i kinda just…broke in…”

Name:

Age:

How well do we know each other?:

Are you attracted to me?

Why do you want to be my cuddle buddy?

Can we watch a movie while we cuddle?

Are tickle wars allowed?

Are pillow fights okay?

For one of the few times in her life, Ally really wanted nothing to do with other people at the moment. It hadn’t been that long since Thanos was defeated, since Tony gave his life to do so, and Ally was–how to put it–not doing so well. She had dealt with this kind of grief before, so she knew better how to deal with it. Secluding herself and allowing time to just feel was not something she did when her parents died ten years prior, so it seemed like the better idea to do it now. 

Since she didn’t expect any visitors, Ally wasn’t dressed for any. She was in a pair of old gym shorts, a sorority t-shirt, and hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Her dogs trailed her as she sucked the remaining yogurt off a spoon, and as she rounded the corner toward her living room couch a knock sent her flying–literally–into the air. “Jesus!” Just managing to hold onto her yogurt, heart now in her throat, Ally looked over and saw the source of the knock: a very pretty woman who she sort of recognized flying outside her window. She didn’t see that everyday. 

The dogs started barking and Ally lowered herself to the floor, air currents returning to their natural states. She walked over to the window and pushed it open; most apartment windows this high up didn’t open, but Tony helped her out when she first sought out the place and bought the building. “You really know how to make an entrance,” she said. “What, would the doorman not let you in?” 

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*