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Allison wasn’t used to the quiet of being alone yet. No little footsteps running quickly across the floor above her. No bedtime stories or pleas for pancakes in the morning. She preferred it outside - the sound of the nighttime traffic down below her and the burn of the last gulp of amber whiskey from her glass. But she had to face the emptiness sooner or later. She spared one last glance at the moon before heading back inside, the balcony door sliding closed behind her, and she was met with silence once again.

The thump upstairs was amplified in the otherwise quiet house - dark hues quickly flickered in the direction. An overzealous fan, perhaps? It wouldn’t be the first time they’d found out where she lived and thought they’d ‘stop by for an autograph.’  But this late? “ Whoever’s up there - I heard that. ” She called out in warning toward the staircase. “ I really don’t want to call the cops out here at this time of night and you probably don’t want that either, huh? ”  

            ❛      this  is  DEFINITELY  a  lot  worse  than  it  looks       ❜

@firecpals​ ----  starter call !

     he had been in edonia, drinking his ways through the days for about six months now when someone knocked at the door to his crappy little motel room. chris looked wrung out -- he hadn’t slept properly in months and shaving on a regular basis had gone out the window around the same time. so when he opens the door, he’s sure that his mind has suddenly had him hallucinating. 

      chris blinks and rubs his eyes -- this can’t be real.

         “piers?” he utters, voice rough from disuse. 

       ❛      not  everything  is  all  black  and  white     ❜

@firecpals​  ❤ ‘d for a one liner !

“C-come on Eds, I know you can huh-hit it no problem,” the auburn-haired boy encouraged with a sunny smile. It had been a while since he and Eddie hung out together by themselves and even though he had become used to having all the Losers around all the time, it was nice for it to just be the two of them. 

Bill had grabbed a glove, baseball bat and ball, shoving them all as well as he could into his backpack when he had biked over to the Kaspbrak home earlier that day to see if the smaller boy wanted to maybe hit the ball around for a bit. Luckily, he had agreed and so had his mother. 

That’s what brought them out to the empty diamond, no one wanting to be out practicing or playing in the heat allowing them to have it all to themselves. He was sure Eddie had objected in some way--- something about heatstroke?--- but Bill hadn’t paid it much mind. He worried too much. Besides, this was the fun summer stuff they were supposed to be doing, right? “You h-hit it hard enough ah-and you can get t-two bases easy. You’re, l-like, the fastest k-kid I know!” Even if he didn’t hit the ball as far as others, no one could catch Eddie once he got going. 

        ↳          @firecpals​      from      napoleon    solo.

antoinette    was    never    as    glad    to    see    the    end    of    a    business    day    as    she    was    today.            it    was    not    as    smooth    as    it    usually    would    have    been          ---          a    couple    of    tricky    customers    sat    at    her    desk,        but    they    were    soon    taken    care    of.            however    long    it    took.            no    one    ever    left    her    shop    unsatisfied.            the    life    of    an    antique    shop    owner,        intricate    business    it    was.

she    fiddled    with    the    keys    in    her    hand    as    she    was    about    to    unlock    her    door,        only    to    notice    the    door    had    already    been    opened.            not    how    she    left    it    that’s    for    sure,        she    was    a    methodical    woman.            digits    gripped    the    small    weapon    in    her    bag    rounding    the    corner    that    led    to    the    sitting    room,        gun    cocked    at    the    silhouette          ---          all    intentions    to    shoot    on    sight.            until    it    spoke.

        MANHATTAN KNOWS LIFE EVEN AT THE witching hour, as the city never sleeps. There will always be life on those streets, though Vincent prefers to roam them at night, much rather than at day. The less wandering eyes, the better, he’d always tell himself.

         But her eyes hadn’t been wandering. Much rather, they hadn’t been paying enough attention to the danger looming above her head when she was about to cross the street as a motorcycle came speeding towards her. Had he not been in the right place at the right time, then where would she be now?

             𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑  ,  he  can  feel  the  defense  riddling  through  his  bones  .  he’s  not  bruce  wayne  and  he  never  was  ,  never  would  be  .  just  an  orphaned  trapeze  artist  looking  for  a  place  to  land  and  whether  it  be  on  the  right  side  or  not  ,  he’d  like  to  believe  he’d  found  it  and  yet  now  with  kori’s  words  ,  he  stands  uncertain  .  his  head  casts  downwards  ,  an  uncertainty  lying  in  his  breath  for  the  first  time  in  what  felt  like  ages  .  

        ❛        maybe  ,  but  i  did  it  for  the  right  reasons  ,  are  you  telling  me  i  didn’t  ?     ❜

@firecpals​ said  “ but what you did was just as dark ” / from koriand’r to any of your dc muses!  // folklore sentence meme