I've not been writing much, and probably should be working on my OC story, but time's been short when I actually feel like writing. These are my drabbles of 100 words, inspired by CoronaIgnis's Alphabet Soup ( s/6808580/1/Alphabet-Soup) and Saphireswimming's Turning Pages ( s/7435347/2/Turning-Pages) The topic will change from chapter to chapter, covering either season 1 or season 2 (or a mix of both.) It'll be updated irregularly.
Each chapter will have a five 100 word drabbles around a topic. Each drabble will have a one word title. Any of these ideas are up for grabs. Some are AU, others are reactions, others are the character's perspective.
Impressions
"Kid Flash, B03."
I made myself relax. No need to be all tense.
This was only Kid Flash…the guy I had posted on my dresser door, the one I'd always scrounged newspaper articles for, the guy I'd watched and admired on TV. Ohhh…that Kid Flash.
He tumbled in, decked out too late for the beach. I had the insane urge to giggle, but kept my composure, figuring it wasn't a great first impression to laugh. Anyways, Batman was right next to me. So when he snapped at me, I did my first defense—sarcasm. We've been at it ever since.
Cliché
Boy meets girl, they fight, they like each other, they date and get married, have babies.
One of the biggest clichés, right up there with "I've got a secret influential family member" and "Boy meets girl, instant love." But the thing is, this is the one cliché that I'm not minding anymore.
In fact, I'm living it. And it really, really stinks, because if you haven't noticed, I hate clichés. Right up there with magic and not having food and Artemis.
Well…I don't hate her hate her, but…wow, feelings are complicated. Glad clichés aren't, 'cause I'm living one right now.
Dying
It felt odd. Not good, but not bad either. Just…nothingness.
And I felt…sorta relieved. No more secrets, no more betrayals, having to keep fighting—yeah, I'm sorta tired of life.
Then I came back and remembered Wall—I mean, the team. And it turns out Wally was pretty upset about my "death." Who knew? I mean, I probably would've been worse, in a gloomier, silent way. And then I felt sorry for dying, which is one of the most paradoxal statements ever.
Now I wish I made a move, because we're just back to barbs…but somehow, it's a bit different.
New
"It's New Years," Wally said, looking out the window. I looked at him, then at his lips. We locked eyes for a moment.
"Let's just get this over with, Baywatch," I whispered before crashing my mouth onto his. He was stiff at first, then relaxed.
I heard Robin handing over money, presumably to Superboy, since Kaldur never bets. Of course, birdy was muttering about "stupid bets don't count."
We eventually came up for air, and looked at each other, then around us at the other kissers. I think we did a unanimous mental shrug, and leaned in to kiss again.
Safety
The thing everyone is always worried about, whether you're a mom with a toddler in the car seat to the one with the girlfriend who's all "yeah-I'm-capable-of-taking-care-of-myself-Baywatch." There's just this whole nagging instinct that something's gonna go wrong.
"Everything that can go wrong will go wrong."
As heroes, when all hell breaks loose, the worst case scenario is death. I can't lose her again. Especially when we've been going steady all these years, and gotten closer as a family (Roy and Cheshire? First off, they're TOGEHER? Second off, who knew PMS-ing Roy would be attractive enough to get himself married?)
The fourth one is how I envision their first kiss going. Siriusly, the one in the show was so cliche, and I felt it didn't do them right.
Anyway, if you like it, please give me some idication...like a review? ^^