My Canary (The Boys Oneshot) by MistytheRogue, literature
Literature
My Canary (The Boys Oneshot)
~Hughie Campbell~ Going out alone at night is too much. Maybe I don’t have much of a right to say that. I’ve done so much stuff at this point that goes way past the line of “too much.” That going out alone should seem a bit mundane. Especially since I’m just going out to get some Tylenol. Booze. I’m fine. I can step out for a minute or two and be fine, really. No one’s gonna be looking for me, because we’re not doing everything. Everyone else... They’re gonna be right here. Nothing illegal. So... The supes have no reason to come looking for me... But... I just feel scared for some reason. It doesn’t matter to the supes that I’m not doing anything illegal. Following the law or not, they want me dead. And if I’m alone... I won’t have anyone to protect me... Mostly because I can’t protect myself. I’ll choke... I won’t be able to do it. But I still go out on my own tonight. I don’t know why, I... I guess I just want to prove something to myself. That I can go out and not be a pussy. That
America's Mother (The Boys Homelander FanFiction) by MistytheRogue, literature
Literature
America's Mother (The Boys Homelander FanFiction)
For some reason, he hates seeing it. Well... He doesn’t hate it. But... He still doesn’t like it. Seeing Madelyn Stillwell with that... Baby of hers. Homelander wishes he could say that it grosses him out. He doesn’t like to see her with that thing because children are gross. So is affection towards others. Leave him out of that one. He’s not supposed to be very cuddly. Unfortunately, that’s not why. It... Has to do with something that he would rather not talk about. At all. It’s no one’s business but his own. So when it has him locked up in his suite by himself in the dark... It kind of sucks. Seriously sucks. All over a fucking infant. Now, what sort of awful thing could Madelyn’s stupid kid have done to him to make him feel like this? Nothing really. He’s just stood by while Madelyn treats that thing like it’s the most important thing in her life. Gives it her most undying attention all the time. All the time. She loves that thing. It... It’s a painful reminder for
Mac Makes His Dad Cry (Always Sunny Oneshot) by MistytheRogue, literature
Literature
Mac Makes His Dad Cry (Always Sunny Oneshot)
I sit on the beach of Tijuana, and I figure I should be happy here.
Who wouldn’t? It’s beautiful here. It’s sunset... I could find a pretty lady to spend the night with. Maybe a handsome man, if that’s what I’m feeling. Everything should be good, right?
Wrong.
Really... I’m very sad inside. My heart is broken. I don’t really think anything could make me feel better. At least not right now. I’ve sentenced myself here. Sentenced until any feelings of being upset have subsided so that I won’t go back to Philly and do something stupid.
So here I sit, with big tears in my eyes. They mostly just
The Brokenhearted - Chapter 3 (Stranger Things AU) by MistytheRogue, literature
Literature
The Brokenhearted - Chapter 3 (Stranger Things AU)
~Eleven~
I sit up in my new bedroom, unable to lie down, unable to think straight or stop worrying. My sister, Kali, actually wanted me to kill someone, someone with a family, and it didn’t mean anything to her at all. She said I still should have killed the guy for everything he did to her. I mean, I’ve killed before, but it was for the protection of my friends. My close friends who took care of me when I was being hunted down. Maybe having what’s called a family doesn’t mean anything to Kali. Maybe she’s in a terrible place with these people and she’s never been properly taken care of, like I was.
Nearly
The Brokenhearted - Chapter 2 (Stranger Things AU) by MistytheRogue, literature
Literature
The Brokenhearted - Chapter 2 (Stranger Things AU)
~Jim Hopper~
“Hopper?”
I stir slightly in my bed, but I don’t wake up.
“H... Hop?”
Someone gives my shoulder a really careful push.
“Mmhm?” I mutter, not even really knowing if I’m talking to anyone.
That same person grabs my shoulders and shakes them viciously. “Hopper, wake up,” they say.
Groaning from the pain in my back, I slowly sit myself up, every section of my spine cracking. Everything’s blur; my eyes crusted in my sleep from having done so much crying. I give them a rub so I can see clearly. The room’s still dark, that’s obvious. But a familiar face shows