I just watched the Lego Batman movie, and how funny it is when a kids movie hits you right where it hurts. For those who haven’t seen the movie don’t worry I won’t spoil it. I am just going to say that the theme of loneliness is explored, so I felt inspired to write this, usign Jason Todd. Hope you like it and excuse the grammar. Good night :)
It had been a while since Jason visited the Batcave,
truth to be told, he did everything he could to avoid it, too many memories;
but tonight he needed to talk with Bruce, something was going to happen in
Gotham and whether he liked it or not the help of the Batman was required. It
was late but still too early to find Bruce at the Batcave, more likely he was patrolling;
Jason thought he should be doing the same, he should be helping Kori and Roy
with the investigation of this new threat but tonight was one of those nights. Sometimes
Jason just needed to be alone. There were days were all the noise in his head
became too much to bare and being around people didn’t really help, but ironically
being alone also didn’t help either, but when he felt like that it was easier
to be alone. Usually he would just wander around the city until he found a place
high enough to get away of all the stridency of the city, put on his earphones
and loose himself in the music for a while until it was time to go back to
reality. And even though the Batcave was full of memories he tried very hard to
ignore, right now he needed the shelter of better times. Once he mocked Alfred’s
sentimentality, his knack of nostalgia and his predisposition for keeping
memorabilia, back then he didn’t know that he wasn’t that different. He was
standing in front of his old Robin suit, and right beside it a picture of him
and Bruce, a picture that commemorated his first night as Robin, taken of
course by Alfred himself. Jason’s thoughts were interrupted by music. American moneyby Borns, that was odd, Alfred’s taste
in music was excellent but it wasn’t much actualized, and definitely that was
not Bruce. He followed the music and it lead him to the supercomputer. There he
found (y/n), the new Oracle since Barbara returned to be Batgirl; she was
working on her own laptop, she must have connected it to the speakers of the
supercomputer for the music was too loud to be coming from the laptop, she was
drinking whisky, neat. That surprised him, (y/n) didn’t look like a girl that
drinks specially a neat whisky. He didn’t know her very well, but regardless,
he liked her because she was one of the few people inside the bat circle that
didn’t harass him; she let him be.
He approached her but the music was so loud and she
was so concentrated in her work that she didn’t hear him so when she saw him
she got startled and almost dropped the whisky on her laptop. When she
recovered herself she turned down the volume, she debated between hiding the
bottle of whisky or to just leave it there, he had seen it anyways so she left
it there, still she felt embarrassed.
“Um, hi Jason… can I help you?” Said (y/n).
“I am waiting for Bruce actually”.
“Oh, ok”. (y/n) looked extremely uncomfortable, clearly she didn’t
know what to do or say. Barbara had told him that she was nice, but too serious
and shy, she needed to establish enough trust with someone to show her true
colors, before that she was plain awkward. So he decided to soothe her uneasiness.
“That’s a cool song, you like
“I like this song, and Electric
“So you only like those two song
“It’s just that I am more of a
song person more than an artist person”.
“I get it”. Jason was looking at the bottle of whisky, (y/n)
noticed it and blushed, and actually her face was full on red.
“Don’t worry I won’t tell, can I
have a glass?”
“Sure”. (y/n) took another glass and poured the liquor. “Do you take it neat?”
“Neat is fine, thanks”. Jason smiled at her.
That smile made him look younger, Jason rarely smiled;
(y/n) hadn’t seen Jason a lot of times but when she did he never smiled. It was
a nice smile but it disconcerted her, why was he being nice to her? He barely
“Where is Alfred?” Asked Jason.
“He went to sleep, he felt tired.
If you don’t mind me asking, how did you entered the cave without being detected?”
“The security system it’s still
the same, when I was Robin Bruce thought me how to activate and deactivate it”.
In that case, she had to talk with Bruce about
upgrading the system, if he could enter than someone else might be able to do
“What are you working on?” He doubt she would tell him, nevertheless he asked,
just to keep the conversation going.
“I am… investigating on the
recent events that have been going on, of the people that has been under the
influence of some substance that has made them hallucinate of strange figures
and attack other people”.
Good, they were working on it. “Any idea who is doing it?”
“No, I hope that when Bruce comes
back he will have a lead, or new evidence”.
He nod, and drunk his whisky. For a while he drunk in
silence and (y/n) put the music back on and went back to work. Jason enjoyed
her taste in music, it went from The Killers to Jimmy eat world, Artic Monkeys,
Adele, Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, MØ, and even Drake and Daddy Yankee, who
would have thought.
He liked this, the silent company. It was a nice
change, Kori and Roy were good friends but sometimes he found them overwhelming;
he was grateful for them, he would never admit it though. But they were rarely
quiet and were always trying to make him talk when he didn’t want to, and right
now she was giving him what he wanted without even knowing. Curiosity sparked
within him; what was she doing here at this time of the night? Did she have a
family or friends? He didn’t want to make assumptions but she seemed to be a lonely
person. Loneliness wasn’t something new to him or in the super hero world, but
she was a normal person who could live a normal life. Then why did she look so
“(y/n) hope you don’t mind, but
can I ask you something?”
(y/n) felt wary at this turn of events. What could he
possibly want to know? Jason Todd intimidated her; she was not afraid of him, she
didn’t believe that he would hurt her, it was just that he was so… astounding.
So secure of himself, so strong and imposing, like nothing could put him down;
it was admirable and also intimidating.
Even so she found herself saying: “Yes”.
“Why are you here? I mean, don’t you
have someone waiting for you at home or somewhere else to be?”
Of all the things he could have asked those were the
least expected. And she didn’t expect them to hurt this much. Dumbstruck, she
did what she always did when she couldn’t answer a question: Respond whit
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s Friday night and even
though and invisible threat it’s looming upon Gotham, I think there is still
time to enjoy, and no offense but you are not a metahuman, a vigilante, a
police officer, or a…”.
“Hero?” She finished for him.
“Yeah. So why are you here?”
She could have counteract by asking him the same
thing, wasn’t he supposed to be patrolling as well? That was her common
response, to be defensive when she felt attacked of questioned. But she didn’t find
anything insulting in Jason’s tone, he was honestly curious, it was like he was
saying instead: If I were you, I wouldn’t
be here, I would be anywhere else with my love ones, enjoying myself… living;
you can afford that, why are you here instead?
It was a valid reasoning, she had asked that to herself;
so she answered honestly.
“I don’t have nowhere else to be;
my family is not here in Gotham, which I am grateful for and making friends it’s
not my strong suit, so here I am”. She wasn’t going to tell him about her self-esteem issues,
of how she felt that if somebody got to know her for who she really was, she wouldn’t
be love; he could figure that out himself he was smart. Her tone came out
defensive, she didn’t intent to but she couldn’t help it, at least it was an honest
“I am not judging, honestly, I am
a reserved person to”.
She gave him a look that said No shit Sherlock. God, how many whiskies had she drank? She was
feeling less and less nervous and more like herself. Sad that she required
alcohol to be herself.
And how many whiskies he had? She doubt he was a lightweight.
He seemed quite loose.
Anticipating what she was thinking he said. “It’s just that… don’t think that I am
presuming of knowing you, but you seemed to me like a person that like me, is
lonely, and the only person that I know that is like that is Bruce… and I
wonder why do we do that? Why do we isolate ourselves? Why are we so afraid of establishing
connections? Do you ever ask yourself this questions?”
Boy, he was more intense than what she believed.
She could have excused herself or simply denied to
answer his questions, she didn’t own him anything. But she could tell that he longed
for answers and maybe she wasn’t the correct person to give him those; yet, she
could calm his worries.
“Jason, don’t be so hard on
yourself. Your isolation, and Bruce’s, are normal. You guys have gone through
very difficult situations, you’ve been hurt, let down multiple times; nobody
can blame you for doing that, and you are protecting yourself, who wouldn’t?
Your behavior is justified. But me, I have no excuse. I have a family, but I keep
them away for reasons I cannot understand, if I wanted to I could be in a
relationship or to have friends, still I don’t. I have no excuse. So don’t feel
bad, you are not wrong”.
Now Jason was the one who was dumbstruck. No one had
ever tell him something like that: That his feelings weren’t incorrect. For
once in a long time he felt understood. (y/n) looked at edge, he had touched a
nerve, he meant no harm, and he hoped she knew that.
“I better go, it’s getting late, and
Bruce will be here soon”. (y/n)
wanted to leave, she had said more than she intended to.
“I’ll accompany you”. Jason offered.
“No need, but thank you, you can
have the rest of bottle if you want”.
She quickly gathered her stuff and before leaving she
wish him a good night and left before he could say anything else.
How strange was to find someone that had an idea of
what he felt; he wanted to tell her to also not be too hard on herself. Positively,
she likely hadn’t gone through the same things than him and Bruce had gone, but
he heard so much sorrow when she spoke those words to him. She had gone through
some things as well, that was obvious. He wanted to tell her to not lessen her pain,
which was unfair. Next time, he would tell her that she made him felt less
alone. Something he didn’t believe that could happen.
but please, but please, have you all even SEEN this classic, this work of transcendent Aesthetic , this fashion statement of statements, this 95 Theses nailed upon the door of the church of JESUS CHRIST WHERE DO I BUY THAT OUTFIT, this late 90s pop country jam that dares to ask the question, “what DO you wear in the desert as you reject a bevy of beautiful identical men??? what is the Leopard Print Vibe you ought to have during that part in a country song where you just stop singing?” you’re just saying words, Shania. you’re just speaking. these men aren’t good enough for you to sing at them. they can’t even keep you warm in the middle of the night, why the fuck should you waste a bar on them. where did you get your hat box and can I have it. please. let me impress you much.
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your writing as terrible; think of it as preparing to
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for the self-conscious late bloomer: Look at old writing as how far
you’ve come. You can’t get to where you are today without covering all
that past ground. For that, be proud.
for the perfectionist: Think about how much you complain about things you love—the mistakes and retcons in all your favorite series—and how you still love them anyway. Give yourself that same space.
for the realist: There will be people who hate your story even if
it’s considered a classic. But there will be people who love your
story, even if it is strange and unpopular.
for the fanfic writer: Your work isn’t lesser for not following canon. When you write, you’ve created a new work on its own. It can
be, but does not have to be, limited by the source material. Canon is not the
for the writer’s blocked: It doesn’t need to be perfect. Sometimes you have to move on and commit a few writing sins if it means you can create better things out of it.
for the lost: You started writing for a reason; remember that
reason. It’s ok to move on. You are more than your writing. It will be here if you want to come back.
Him. He’s the one I want by my side when celebrating good times, and he’s the one I want helping me through the hard times. He’s the only person I want to wake up snuggled next to, the only one that consumes my late night thoughts & my dreams. There’s no one else that makes my heart soar and my mind race and my hands tremble like you do. It’s you, and only you. There’s nothing else I can say, no other words that would be true. You’re the one, why can’t you see that?
Humphrey Bogart, 1941, a publicity photo for The Maltese Falcon
“I’m not good-looking. I used to be but not any more. Not like Robert Taylor. What I have got is I have character in my face. It’s taken an awful lot of late nights and drinking to put it there. When I go to work in a picture, I say, ‘Don’t take the lines out of my face. Leave them there.’
1) “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” 2) “It reminded me of you.” 3) “No, no, it’s my treat.” 4) “Come here. Let me fix it.” 5) “I’ll walk you home.” 6) “Have a good day at work.” 7) “I dreamt about you last night.” 8) “Take my seat.” 9) “I saved a piece for you.” 10) “I’m sorry for your loss.” 11) “You can have half.” 12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 13) “Sorry I’m late.” 14) “Can I have this dance?” 15) “I made your favorite.” 16) “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” 17) “Watch your step.” 18) “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” 19) “Can I hold your hand?” 20) “You can borrow mine.” 21) “You might like this.” 22) “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” 23) “I’ll wait.” 24) “Just because.” 25) “Look both ways.” 26) “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” 27) “Try some.” 28) “Drive safely.” 29) “Well, what do you want to do?” 30) “One more chapter.” 31) “Don’t worry about me.” 32) “It looks good on you.” 33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” 34) “That’s okay, I bought two.” 35) “After you.” 36) “We’ll figure it out.” 37) “Can I kiss you?” 38) “I like your laugh.” 39) “Don’t cry.” 40) “I made this for you.” 41) “Go back to sleep.” 42) “Is this okay?” 43) “I picked these for you.” 44) “I’ll drive you to the hospital.” 45) “What do you want to watch?” 46) “You can go first.” 47) “Did you get my letter?” 48) “I’ll do it for you.” 49) “Call me when you get home.” 50) “I think you’re beautiful.” 51) “Are you sure?” 52) “Have fun.” 53) “Sit down, I’ll get it.” 54) “I made reservations.” 55) “I don’t mind.” 56) “It brings out your eyes.” 57) “There is enough room for both of us.” 58) “You don’t have to say anything.” 59) “Wow.” 60) “Happy birthday.” 61) “I’ll pick it up after work.” 62) “It can wait until tomorrow.” 63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.” 64) “It’s two sugars, right?” 65) “I’ll help you study.” 66) “Stay over.” 67) “I did the dishes.” 68) “You didn’t have to ask.” 69) “I bought you a ticket.” 70) “You’re warm.” 71) “No reason.” 72) “I’ll meet you halfway.” 73) “Take mine.” 74) “We can share.” 75) “I was just thinking about you.” 76) “I want you to have this.” 77) “Call me if you need anything.” 78) “Do you want to come too?” 79) “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” 80) “Is your seat belt on?” 81) “Sweet dreams.” 82) “I was in the neighborhood.” 83) “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” 84) “The key is under the mat.” 85) “It doesn’t bother me.” 86) “You’re important too.” 87) “I saved you a seat.” 88) “I’ll see you later.” 89) “I noticed.” 90) “You can tell me anything.” 91) “I hope you like it.” 92) “I want you to be happy.” 93) “I believe in you.” 94) “You can do it.” 95) “Good luck.” 96) “I brought you an umbrella.” 97) “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” 98) “Take a deep breath.” 99) “Be careful.” And… 100) “I love you.”
I'd love to read so more of your headcanons, would you do a "how isak and even's relationship continues in season 4/after even graduated" one, please? Pretty pretty please 🙏
hey!!! yes i really love this prompt im sorry it took so long to answer,
even sort of goes back and forth on this for a little while but isak and his parents and everyone is adamant: you’re going to university.
which makes the anarchist in even want to say fuck you i’m not going to university ever im gonna get a job right now and see where life takes me but he knows objectively that he’s really intelligent and that he would do really good in university, what with the liberty to study what he wants and more flexibility and control over his schedule.
and he’s an intellectual at heart, so honestly??? the idea of studying film and late nights and long hours of reading sort of excites him.
so even resists his impulses that scream at him GIVE UP! BECOME A HERMIT AND DONT SUCCUMB TO THE EXPECTATION THAT YOU HAVE TO BE A FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY, and he goes to university.
the particular university he wants to go to is in Oslo, so its not like he’s super far away when he finds an apartment with a couple of friends - but it sort of feels like a long-distance relationship anyways???
its the schedules. somehow whenever isak gets a free weekend and doesn’t have a ton of work, even’s busy and organizing something to do during the week is just…impossible. so they end up seeing each other a lot less than they normally do.
and even’s having a really good time, and he makes sure to at least text isak something every day so its not like he’s disappeared but its hard to keep that promise and sometimes isak doesn’t get an update from him for days on end.
and its just really hard.
bc it sort of feels like even’s moving on and isak’s being forgotten.
but even always reminds him that once isak’s in university, they could maybe get an apartment together…? with maybe like two other people its not like a big deal you know its chill and casual….?
and isak feels a bit better.
he still makes sure to say every once in a while hope ur not hooking up with too many hot film majors, i hear they’re all pretentious
even always responds of course not! i only hook up with the hot art majors
but its so hard to transition into coming home and knowing even isn’t there and sleeping alone so many nights in a row and isak doesnt like change, doesnt like it one bit. and he’s just so lonely.
everyone teases isak for being mopey for the first couple of months. the Boys try and cheer him up by going to parties but isak’s so pitiful he’ll pull some shit like taking a hit of weed and then look depressed and when they ask whats wrong, isak he’ll sigh and say weed reminds me of even……..
You’re the one I still want to call when something good or bad happens to me. You’re the one I want to text late at night before I go to bed. You’re the one I want to facetime just to show you my progress in my artwork. You’re the one I want to smile from when you tell me you miss me 15 times a day. I was never good at goodbyes because I never wanted to have to say it.
Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.
A/N: Okay, I know I’m a little late, but here is finally is. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE. I didn’t want to make this too long and it wouldn’t fit in, so an epilogue it is. Also, none of this is edited, so i’m sorry if there are a lot of typos. I tried to get this out asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy Xx
Also, I wanted to do a quick birthday shoutout to @kristiniec. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 🎉 🎉
“Kiss the bride!” One of the parents say.
“What —” Hoseok turns towards your and gives you a peck on your lips. Wait. What?
“I got the picture!” Your mother shouts with joy.
“Hobi. What did you do.” You look towards him and he gives you a toothy grin.
This was the first time you ever felt your heart flutter in response to Hoseok’s actions. Everyone in the neighbourhood was well aware you and Hoseok. They knew that you were the best of friends. Inseparable since day one, complimenting each other’s qualities, and some more extreme among those that you knew believed that you and Hoseok would get married one day. Perhaps your little five year-old heart started to believe everything that all these people said.
Endless comments of
“Oh, look how cute they are together!”
“I wish my daughter could find herself a friend like Hoseok.”
“Hoseok, you be good to Y/N now or she’ll never marry you!”
At the time being, you and Hoseok had no idea what these comments meant. The two of you were just best friends; is there anything else the two of you would ever ask for?
You thought that your crush for Hoseok developed during your high school years, but turns out your heart was years ahead of your mind.
“Yah! HOSEOK COME BACK!” Hoseok runs off with the plate that you had just made for yourself. Through Hoseok’s persistent requests, the two of you have decided to do movie nights at the end of every week. You didn’t think that there would be enough good movies to last even a month, but you’ve been doing this for almost five months now.
It has been a while since the incident with Sumi. Every once in a while. you will think back to what happened. A few days after you got out of the hospital, you and Hoseok were notified that Sumi won’t be arrested for what she did. The police said that they didn’t have enough evidence of your other claims to press any charges, however that one time where she pushed you onto the road was enough to grant you and Hoseok and restraining order. Without any hesitation, Hoseok called a lawyer to get the papers ready. You told him that you wanted to think about this whole situation at first, but he didn’t let it pass so easily.
“I don’t know Hoseok.. shouldn’t we get Sumi some help first? I’m pretty sure that there’s a lot more to this whole situation that we don’t know about.”
“What if she hurts you again Y/N? I can’t let that happen, not possible. Think about it Y/N. Once we get these papers, she will never be able to even come near you unless she wants to get arrested.” Hoseok pleads you with his eyes. They’re very convincing, but you deep down, despite all that she’s done to you, you want to help Sumi.
“I just want to help Sumi get past this stage of her life…just like how we’re trying to move on as well.” You grab Hoseok’s arm and hope that he understands where you’re coming from.
Instead of answering you, he moves to the couch. He sits and places his face in his hands.
“We can just find her a psychiatrist or a therapist. That’s all I’m asking. We’ll give her the contact and if she still doesn’t want the help, then we forget about all it.” You sit next to him.
“What about the papers?”
“I’ll sign them.”
“Just a therapist right?” You nod and give him an encouraging smile. Hoseok lets out a heavy sigh and then agrees.
“Fine, but we’re getting the paperwork done first.” You nod. “AND I’m never letting you out of my sight!”
“Okay! Thank you Hoseok! I know this must be super hard for you, but just know that I’m doing this also for our sake and the sake of other people. We don’t want Sumi to keep hurting more people right?” You place your hands on his shoulders so you can genuinely look at Hoseok.
“I know…” Hoseok nods slowly and then hugs you without anything to follow.
One thing’s for sure. It wasn’t an easy journey to get where the two of you are at today. Just like anything else, there were up’s and down’s. Hoseok took it extremely hard the second month following everything. As if reality decided to get up and punch Hoseok senseless, he would be unresponsive to everything. You felt like you were reliving the time when Hoseok was again, heartbroken from Sumi, but for different reasons this time.
Hoseok would stay out late at bars, getting drunk until he couldn’t even see straight. It hurt you to see him like this. It hurt you even more that you couldn’t do anything to help him. Because of Hoseok’s reckless behaviours during his drunken state, which was all the time, he did many things that are unlike him.
Just because it’s a new year doesn’t mean your boss has changed much. You once again are stuck at the office with a heap of work and files to type up. To motivate yourself, you make a nice cup of steamy coffee as well as treat yourself to some nice aromatic bags of all sorts of chips. Unhealthy? Most definitely. Do you care? Most definitely not. Anything to get you through all this work.
What seems like years of endless hacking at your keyboard, you finally type in the last word and press the print button. Never in your life would you think that the noisy printer at your office would sound so peaceful.
As you’re enjoying your fourth cup of coffee, the annoying ring of your phone interrupt the printer.
You brace yourself for loud club music and endless screaming.
“Hoseok?” Immediately your ears are hit with the obscene music.
“Y/N! Wheeeerrrreeee aaarrrreee yooouuuuuuu? Comme haave fuunnnn wiiitth mee!” You can already picture what Hoseok looks like. Sweaty, sloppy, slurring his every word, stumbling on every step he takes, and the smell of alcohol washing off of him.
“Which one are you at this time.” Yes. This time. Hoseok has become the frequent customer to many bars.
He tells you the location, and then you gather your things. Since this has become such a routine for you, you no longer bother with even asking why Hoseok drank so much. You’ve tried all you could to get him to stop, but nothing seems to work. At this point, you would even let Hoseok date a frog if it meant that you would no longer have to make late night trips to the bar.
As Hoseok has become a regular to many bars in the city, you’ve become a regular to his apartment. The security guard on duty during the night always gives you a look of pity as he sees you drag Hoseok up to his apartment. However, you declined his offer just to avoid all the questions that would be asked. The guard meant no harm, but with already so much on your hands, you don’t know if you can bear to even explain the simple details.
“Mmm Y/N your hair smells sooo gooood.” When you’re rummaging through your purse to find Hoseok’s keys, he brings his face into the crook of your neck. If it weren’t for the fact that Hoseok was drenched in the smell of alcohol and threatening to vomit on you at any moment, you would definitely be flustered at this moment.
“Okay there big boy,” You manage to open his door without any issues and plop him down onto his bed. “…stay here and don’t move. I’m going to get the towels okay?” You set down all of your things and then get a small bucket of cool water and some towels as well.
Back in Hoseok’s you sigh as you see that he’s already stripped himself of a few articles of clothing. Fortunately, he was decent enough to leave his pants on.
“Alright Hoseok, you know the drill.” You mumble just to amuse yourself. You place the cool, damp towel on Hoseok’s head to cool him down and take another to wipe away the sweat that’s forming on his face and neck. The biggest struggle was just to not get distracted by Hoseok’s bare chest.
“Mmm.” Hoseok groans and rolls on the bed so that he is now facing you. His hands find his way to your waist somehow and then he pulls you down so that you’re now lying down next to him on the bed.
“Ugh Hoseok…” You try to push him away, but his grip around your waist only grows stronger.
“Y/N…You’re so comfortable. I like it.” Now this makes your heart flutter. You hate that even in his drunken state, Hoseok has this kind of effect on you.
“Hoseok you’re all sweaty and gross!” Trying to protest your way out of this, you continue to push him away, but then he does something unexpected. He flips you around so that he’s straddling you. Now this. This leaves you speechless. Not just speechless, frozen. Every muscle in your body expect your heart decides to stop moving.
“Y/N, your eyes are so sparkly.” He moves his face closer to yours and you swear you just lost your ability to blink. “Soo sparkly.” Hoseok says in awe.
“H-Hoseok, w-w-what are you d-doing? G-get o-off me r-right now.” You have definitely lost your ability to speak because your command sounds like anything, but assertive.
“Our Y/N is so pretty.” Hoseok blurts out while he strokes your hair.
“Hoseok I think you should get some rest now.” Your voice cracks every now and then as you try to regain some sanity from this whole situation.
“So….Pretty….” With every word he speaks, he moves his face even closer and with his hands, he cups your face.
Before you can even react to all this, you can feel the ghostly touch of Hoseok’s lips.
No, it can’t happen like this.
You anticipate for the connection, but it never happens? Suddenly you feel a lot of dead weight on your body.
Hoseok is fast asleep.
This causes you to let out a sigh and you laugh silently to yourself.
Who are you kidding. Sober Hoseok would never do anything like this.
You don’t know what happened after that, but something just clicked within Hoseok and he took a complete 180 turn. One day he was the local alcoholic, and then the next he was back to his old, if not better, self. As shocking as it was, you’re glad that Hoseok managed to sort things out by himself because if not, you’re not too sure if you would have even made it today. If anything, you would probably still be dragging Hoseok out of a bar if it weren’t for his sudden change of mind. Despite being so curious as to how he changed everything literally overnight, you didn’t push him to tell you. It probably took a lot of will power and determination so you let it be.
“Jung Hoseok! You better give me my food back or else I’m never watching another movie with you ever again!” This time Hoseok listens to your threat and he steps out of the room which he locked himself in. He walks out timidly while holding out the plate of food towards you. You smile as you rightfully earn your winning stance and sit down on the church.
“You can choose a move this time.” Hoseok browses all the option that are available online and he settles for one that looks like an action movie. He presses “play” and leans back into the couch beside you.
It doesn’t even take you a quarter of the movie until you’ve completely devoured all the food. In your defence, Hoseok did already eat half of what you prepared. The movie itself was quite interesting, but often times you found yourself quite distracted by the minimal space between you and Hoseok’s thighs. You are already leaning against the armrest of the couch so there is nowhere left for you to go, but Hoseok, he has the rest of the couch to him yet he chose the position he’s in right now.
Knowing that he probably did this unintentionally, you try to take your mind off it, but every now and then, Hoseok would shift in his position and his thigh would rub against yours. You and Hoseok are close, but it doesn’t help that your feelings for Hoseok grow deeper and stronger with every passing day. You know it’s wrong to feel so strongly about him, especially at this point because he just go out of a relationship, so you put in your best effort to hide any signs of you possibly showing your affection for him.
To calm yourself from all this, you place your hands on your thighs to stop them from shaking, and to hide the fact that you palms are becoming extremely sweaty. Does this happen almost every movie night? Yes. Does it get very awkward? Not for Hoseok, but for you it does. Then, Hosoek does a little stretch and you swear your heart stops for a moment because his hands come behind your back, but then he quickly brings them back to the front.
“Ah I’m getting a little hungry. Do you want anything Y/N?” Hoseok stands up and points to the kitchen.
“That’s okay. I’m going to go get some blankets though because I’m getting a little cold.”
“Okay.” He says nonchalantly as you rush into his room to get some spare blankets.
Truthfully you are getting the blankets, but at the same time, you’re also taking this moment to calm yourself of everything.
“Deep breaths Y/N. You’ve done this so many times. It’s nothing new. It’s just a movie.” You whisper to yourself over and over again. When you deem yourself worthy of presenting yourself to the public eye, you quickly grab some blankets and head back to the couch. Hoseok is already seated with his bowl of popcorn. Thankfully there is more space between the two of your this time. Now you’re able to watch the rest of the movie comfortably without having to go crazy.
You wake up with a very unpleasant cramp in your leg. You groan as every move you make makes your leg sore. Perhaps the blankets are too comfortable and warm, but you don’t want to get up. Then you feel something strange. Pillows aren’t supposed to move…. You try to shift your position to figure out the whole situation, but from a very soft bed, you find yourself meeting the hard ground, butt first.
“Aish, what is this?” As you rub away the pain, you take notice that you weren’t in fact sleeping on a bed, but instead on a couch. A couch—Ah. Oh. Somewhere throughout the movie, you must have fallen asleep. Then your eyes diverge to the figure that’s seated on the couch. Hoseok? What is he doing on the — Oh no. You didn’t? Aish stupid Y/N.
The only thing you can think of is that you fell asleep on Hoseok’s lap and the two of you stayed there for the whole entire night. You look at how his upper body is bent at an unnatural angle while his feet are flat on the group. It must have been so uncomfortable for him. You frown at this thought and then standup to place the blanket around him.
Maybe it’s the earliness of the morning, but somehow you manage to step on the blanket and end up tripping yourself.
“Ah!” You let out a scream, but thankfully you fall on something soft.
“Ughh…” Hoseok groans as you open your eyes to see where you landed.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” Hoseok rubs his eyes to focus his vision and you scramble to get off him.
“O-oh. N-Nothing! I just tripped on the blanket! Don’t worry about it. It’s fine!” As you’re scrambling get away from Hoseok, you don’t notice how much of the blanket has actually accumulated at the bottom of your feet and once again, you step on some of it and you fall backwards.
However, just like the other times when you fall, you don’t feel the impact.
“Aigoo Y/N. It’s too early in the morning. Can’t you give me a break for once?” Hoseok says jokingly as he has a firm grip around your waist. Your face reddens as you notice how close his face is to yours.
“A-ahhh sorry! I just w-woke up too so t-that’s probably why!” Hoseok lets you go so that you’re standing up straight and he takes the blankets away from you.
“We don’t want you falling again right Y/N?” He laughs, but you only manage a forced smile.
Yeah…no falling indeed.
You hate to admit it, but you’re falling hard. Thankfully it’s like a gradual thing so your mind is able to catch up with your heart, but unfortunately, Namjoon and Jin don’t let you live a day without reminding you about this. Whenever you meet up with them, the first thing they will ask you is if Hoseok has asked you out yet. Every single time, you give them the same boring old answer that Hoseok doesn’t actually like you, yet for some reason, that never sticks to their mind.
“Have you told him that you like, I mean loooovee him?” Jin teases you as he stares at the display of watches.
“Jin. Why in the world would I ever do something like that? Hoseok doesn’t look at me that why and he never will so why bring so much embarrassment to myself? Can’t we just live peacefully as friends?”
“Namjoon! You heard that? This girl wants to live peacefully as friends! Honey, we both know that that’s not going to happen.” Jin pats your shoulder lightly for support, but you only glare at him.
“I hate you Kim Seokjin. I hate you so much.”
“Think about it though Y/N. What have you been telling us these past few months? That Hoseok has been a lot nicer to you? Getting you to go out on little adventures together? Taking you places? Always being there for you? Don’t you think that’s gotta mean something?” Jin gives you a wink and nudges your side, but you’re not taking any of it.
“He was always like this Jin, what are you talking about? The feelings are completely one sided.”
“Your brain is one sided.” He mutters underneath his breath and you glare at him.
“Seokjin I hate you so much I hope you never—”
“WOW Y/N! THIS SCARF IS SO PRETTY! YOU SHOULD TRY IT ON!” Jin immediately wraps a thick wool scarf around your neck and covers everything but your eyes. Good. You think. At least you can still glare and rip out his soul.
“Y/N! HURRY! COME OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT! I HAVE SOMETHING REALLY URGENT TO TELL YOU!” One day, you’re going to teach Hoseok some manners and have him not scream every time he calls.
“Can’t you just tell me over the phone? I’m kind of busy right now.” Your eyes are fixated on your laptop screen as the newest couple on ‘We Got Married’ appears.
“Y/N, I’m telling you. This is really important and if you don’t come down, I’m going to flip shit right in front of your apartment building and I don’t think the security ahjussi will like that very much.”
“Hoseok I swear to go—”
“Pleeeaaassseee Y/N! Just this one time! For me?” Hoseok says in a sing-song voice and you reluctantly shut your laptop.
“Fine, but just for this one time. Don’t think it’s going to happen again.” You make your way to your room to get changed.
“Thank you Y/N! You won’t regret it! I promise!” Before you can even say another word, he hangs up. Quickly, you get dressed, grabbing whatever you can find in your closet. You also take your bare essentials with you, assuming that Hoseok is going to take you God knows where.
The moment you walk out of the elevator, the security man sees you and gives you a smile which you return. He also points cheekily outside. At first you’re confused as to why he’s pointing something to you, but then you follow the path of his finger and notice where he’s point at. Hoseok. He’s pacing back and forth in front of the shrubs while rubbing the back of his neck. People from the neighbouring country could even sense his nervousness, but for what?
You decide to sneak up on Hoseok. You clutch your bag so that it doesn’t make any noises and tip-toe towards Hoseok until you’re ghostly close to him.
“What are you doing?” You whisper in his ear, and just like you intended, Hoseok jumps up in freight and you fall to the ground in laughter.
“Y/N! What are you doing?! I could have died you know?” Hoseok glares at you while you’re still on the ground, unable to catch your breath.
“You seemed so nervous! Why are you walking in front of the shrubs like that? You’re going to scare all my neighbours away!” You manage to get up and dust yourself off. Hoseok on the other hand, tries to hide his uneasiness, but you can sense that something is a little off.
“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong! Come on lets go before it’s too late!”
“Too late for — Ah!” Hoseok grabs you by your arm and drags you towards his car which is not parked too far away.
The whole entire car ride, you try to tease Hoseok so that he will tell you where he’s taking you, but no matter what you do, what you say, he doesn’t give in. Huh. Shocking. Normally when you bug him enough, he will tell you something. Maybe it won’t be important, but he still tells you something.
As the car continues to move, you notice the change of scenery. The blur of concrete buildings disappear and the clusters of people grow smaller and smaller. Soon, the horizon is no longer blocked off by the cityscape. Trees come into sight and for the first time in a long time, you’re able to see beyond everything. You open the window slightly and let the wind run through your hair.
“Hoseok, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He takes his eyes off the road for a brief moment to look at you.
“The beach?! Oh my God!” As soon as you catch sight of the water, you jump out of the car, take off your shoes, and run towards the sparkling blue ocean. The rush of the wind mixes in with the crashing roars of the waves. It has been a long time since you’ve been out of the city, and now you’re just realizing how much you needed such a trip.
“Hoseok! Why did you bring me here?” You ask immediately as he stands beside you in the water.
“I was just thinking how you’re always stuck ten feet under piles of work and I was getting bored so why not come to the beach? I also heard that they’re doing a firework show tonight so I thought we could stay to watch it as well?” You can only stare wide-eyed at Hoseok. He looks at you with a confused expression, but you just want to take in this moment.
You promised yourself that you wouldn’t show any signs of your affection in front of Hoseok, but you can’t help it. The sun is shining at such an angle that makes every curve and line of his face stand out. It’s not the perfect angle, no, but it’s enough to capture the warmth of Hoseok’s heart.
“Well? Do you like it? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this earlier. It was really last minute and I thought it would be nice to give you a small surprise so —”
Without even thinking, you give Hoseok a quick peck on the cheek. Only after doing so do you realize what it is exactly that you just did. No turning back now.
“Thank you Hoseok. Sincerely, thank you.” The Sun is burning brightly, but with the heat rising to your face, you think the sun is going to have some serious competition.
Hoseok looks stunned for quite a while. He opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing ever coms out of his mouth.
“Well come on then! We don’t have all day!” You throw you purse a fair distance away from the water along with your shoes and splash some water on Hoseok before running off. Hoseok finally comes back to his senses and he too, throws his belongings at a safe distance and chases after you.
The idea of Hoseok chasing you alongside the edge of the water seems cliche, but every one enjoys a little bit of that in their life once in a while right? Hoseok manages to catch up to you and he attempts to grab your arm to stop you from running, but you quickly pull away. Consequently for him, he looses his footing and falls into the water. You’re about to run away, afraid of the wrath-of-Hoseok, but then you hear his shouting and feel bad. You didn’t meant to push him into the water, so you retreat back to help him.
“Are you okay Hoseok—AH!” He smirks widely and drags you into the water along with him. Luckily the water isn’t deep at all for it’s only the edge, but it’s enough to get your pants and some of your shirt wet.
“Yah! Hoseok, let me go!” Hoseok’s smile only grows wider and he continues to hold you down against the warm sand.
“Payback Y/N. Should have thought about that before pushing me into the water.”
“But now I’m more wet that you are! You’re only a little bit soaked, but my entire shirt is getting soaked now.” You put on your best sad expression possible to make Hoseok feel guilty.
“Oh…I’m sorry,” Hoseok loosens his grip on you. “I didn’t mean to do that…” This is your chance.
Catching Hoseok off guard, you get up immediately and push him back into the water.
“Y/N!!” Hoseok screams after you as he struggles to get back up, but you’re already meters ahead of him and running away.
The two of you continue to play at the beach like this. Some time after the two of you are exhausted from running around, you decide to lie down on the sand so that your wet clothes have a chance to dry before the sun sets and the air gets cool.
“This is nice.” You say as you admire the blue sky, slowly getting stained from the orange of the upcoming sunset.
“It really is. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun.” Hoseok says as he lays next to you.
“I agree. We should do this more often. I like it like this… a lot.” It’s true. You really enjoy spending time with Hoseok. All your burdens from emotions are gone. Nothing mattered anymore except for the fact that you’re enjoying your time. There’s nothing like worrying about whether or not Hoseok will feel awkward from knowing your feelings, or you being embarrassed because you accidentally said something that you’re not supposed to. Everything just seems…right.
“Yeah…it’s nice.” Hoseok agrees with you, but you notice that there’s something off with his voice.
“Are you okay Hosoek? You seem like there’s something bothering you.” You roll on your stomach so that you can look at Hoseok. He too, leans over to his side so that he’s facing you.
“Nothing’s wrong. Why would you think that?” He tries to push away the topic and brushes the sand off of your hair.
“I don’t know. Earlier today, it looked like something was bothering you. You know you can tell me anything right?” Hoseok gives you a soft smile, and then flicks some hair into your face. “HEY!”
“Come on Y/N! Let’s go get some ice cream!” He stands up and brushes himself off and then offers a hand to you. You gladly accept it and the two of you walk over to the ice cream stand.
One thing that catches you off guard is that Hoseok never lets go of your hand. Hoseok continues to walk as if nothing is wrong, but you can’t help but just stare. He swings his arm, along with yours happily and adds a light bounce to his steps. Occasionally he will look over to you and smile, meanwhile you’re still caught in bewilderment.
What does all this mean?
Before you know it, Hoseok has already bought the ice cream and he hands you your cone as he’s already devouring his own. You slowly eat your ice cream as you’re still replying the moments that just recently happened.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N! Now you’re the one that looks like something is bothering you!” Hoseok waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention.
“Oh, what? Sorry I just blanked out for a while.”
“Aiggoo. My Y/N is working too hard.” He gives a playful frown and pats your head.
My Y/N? Since when does Hoseok say “my.” What is happening? Did you hear incorrectly?
Then you feel something cold against your face.
“Yah, Hoseok! What did you do that for!” You’re just about to reach to your face to wipe off the ice cream, but Hoseok is one step ahead of you. He doesn’t answer your question. He only wipes off the ice cream from his finger and gives you a cheeky smile.
“This is war Hoseok. War.” You give him your meanest glare and threaten him with the amount of ice cream that you have gathered on your finger.
However, the ice cream war doesn’t last long. The sun is just setting and the ice cream in your hands is well on its way to melting. You, being a lover of ice cream, wishes to savour what’s left of your half-melted treat so you take a seat in the middle of the beach, complete ignoring any activity around you.
“Ahhh Y/N is so clumsy. Look at all the ice cream she got on her face.”
“What—” You say with a mouthful of ice-cream, but when you turn your head up, you notice that Hoseok’s face is dangerously close to yours. You manage to swallow the ice-cream without choking, but the you’re left just staring at Hoseok’s face. He looks extremely concentrated as he’s wiping off all the ice-cream on your face.
The close proximities of your faces makes you heart race even faster than it was when you were running away from him. The sky is getting darker, yet for some reason, you’re still able to clearly make out every line on Hoseok’s face. His fingers brush over your skin lightly, but with every additional touch, you skin heats up even more. You’re almost sure that all the ice cream has melted by now.
“All done.” Hoseok gives you a bright smile, but you’re still left there in shock. “Just in time too! I think the fireworks are just about to start.” He stands up and takes the garbage to throw away then. “Come on then, let’s go on the boardwalk so we can get a better view of all the fireworks!” Without saying another word, Hoseok takes his your in his, not dragging you by the wrist, and he guides you towards the boardwalk.
There is a considerable distance from where you previously were to the boardwalk, yet the entire time, Hoseok keeps holding your hand. Not that you’re complaining, but something so foreign seems so at home. His touch is so warm compared to the cool sea breeze. Just right.
Hoseok picks up the speak and brings the two of you to the edge of the boardwalk. Just in time too. Everything almost seems too good to be true.
You’re still focusing on the touch of Hoseok’s hand around yours when the first crack of the fireworks hits the sky. You jump a little from the sudden sound, but then you’re immediately welcomed with a spectacular sight.
The sky lights up in various colours. There is a variety of shapes and sizes, some big and some small. Some are the traditional round fireworks, while others are the special ones where they make curved paths. As the sky lights up, your eyes light up. You’re so mesmerized by the fireworks, that you don’t even notice that Hoseok has brought his arm around your waist.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” He says in your ear just loud enough so that you can hear over the crackling of the pyrotechnics.
“Mhm..” You nod, still in awe from the sight in front of you.
“Hey Y/N?” Hoseok nudges your side a little, but all your attention is on the show in front of you.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to say….”
“Mm.” You’re finding it difficult to focus on Hoseok’s words because of how beautiful the colours are.
“Y/N,” He turns you away from the view and you frown for a brief moment. “Hey, you’re right. There has been something on my mind recently.” You notice that Hoseok’s tone is very serious, very unlike him. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently and I feel really shameful for only realizing this just now, but…better late than never right?”
“Hoseok, don’t worry. You can tell me anything, you know that. I’ll always there here for you.” You grip his arm lightly and he gives you yet another one of his charming smiles. This time, Hoseok doesn’t say anything. For a while he just stands there. His eyes, light up almost the same way that yours did when you saw the fireworks. What could he possibly be thinking right now?
One by one, he brings his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him.
“Hoseok..” You say, but your voice is too soft and it’s covered by the sounds of the fireworks.
Even with all the booming and crashing behind you, the world becomes quiet. Everything is silent and you can only focus on one thing. Hoseok.
He brings one hand up to brush away the hair on your face and he tilts your chin slightly so that the sparks shine on your face. Slowly, but surely, he moves in. No, you’re in fact not daydreaming. This is one hundred percent real.
“Hoseok..” There is a sense of panic in your voice, but it immediately disappears once you feel Hoseok’s lips connect with yours. It’s foreign, yet you’re sure you’ve felt something like this before,but where?
Hoseok’s touch is gentle. The overall situation is overwhelming enough, but Hoseok manages to make you feel like you have your own display of fireworks happening inside of you. You don’t know what to feel. Shock? Excitement? Confusion? There is only one thing you know how to do.
You kiss him back.
At first you’re a little unsure, but the moment you return the kiss, you can feel Hoseok’s smile against your lips. His hold around your waist tightens and then he pulls away.
“I’m sorry Y/N, for everything. You truly do deserve better. I’m sorry for making you go through all this, for waiting for so long. I truly don’t deserve you and you truly deserve someone better..” Hoseok’s eyes fill with guilt.
“Hoseok, it’s okay. Like you said, better late than never right?” You bring your arms around his waist as you can’t stop smiling. Your cheeks are going to hurt from smiling so hard, but that’s the only thing you can do to express how you feel at this moment.
“It’s not going to be easy.” He says while cupping your face.
“I know.” You smile and he gives you a peck on the nose.
“Thank you Y/N. For everything.” The two of you stay like this for a while as the firework show continues behind you.
You take this time to admire the true beauty of Hoseok. You wouldn’t say that he’s perfect, but who is? He may not be perfect, but he presents himself in a way in which you truly admire. You admire how he’s able to be so passionate about the things he does. You admire how Hoseok is able to carry this aura of warmth and comfort everywhere he goes. You admire how he’s right here in your arms.
“Oh by the way…”
“Hm?” You look up at him, slightly amused as there is the occasional flash of colour projected onto his face.
“That wasn’t our first kiss.” He smirks.
“What do you mean?” You bet your life that you haven’t kissed Hoseok before.
“That time when you were drunk—”
“No. No!” You think back to that dream you had months ago. You’re almost so sure that everything was a dream.
“Yup.” His smirk grows wider.
“Jung Hoseok, I hate you so much!” You try to get out of is hold, but he holds onto you even closer and kisses you again.
“Apologies for the shirtlessness,” says Tom Hiddleston.
“I didn’t want to show off.” The world’s most impeccably spoken Marvel
baddie is looking awfully embarrassed. I’ve caught him emerging topless
from his trailer, late at night, with female company. The makeup artist
has been in with him, carefully pawing at his torso. Hiddleston is
shooting a movie in Hawaii and, as it is, his skin doesn’t look
sufficiently sun damaged. Muddier stuff is slathered on, and our star is
good to go.
SIX WEEKS SINCE IVE BEEN AWAY NOW YOURE SAYING EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED AND IM AFRAID THAT I MIGHT BE LOSING YOU AND EVERY NIGHT THAT WE SPENT ALONE KILLS ME THINKING OF YOU ON YOUR OWN AND I WISH I WAS BACK HOME NEXT TO YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS LATE NIGHT CALLS AND ANOTHER TEXT IS THIS AS GOOD AS WERE GONNA GET ANOTHER TIMEZONE TAKING ME AWAY FROM YOU LIVING DREAMS IN FLUORESCENT LIGHTS WHILE YOU AND I RUN OUT OF TIME BUT YOU KNOW ILL ALWAYS WAIT FOR YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS ON THE PHONE I CAN TELL YOU WANNA MOVE ON THROUGH THE TEARS I CAN HEAR THAT I SHOULDNT HAVE GONE EVERY DAY IT GETS HARDER TO STAY AWAY FROM YOU SO TELL ME ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LIKE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WASTING TIME WAAASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE BROOOOOKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACES IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP WOOOOOOONT GIIIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACES NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSES AS STRANGERS SIX MONTHS SINCE I WENT AWAY AND I KNOW EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED BUT TOMORROW ILL BE COMING BACK TO YOU
favorite songs right now:
When You’re Smiling And Astride Me by Father John Misty
Real Love Baby by Father John Misty
No Woman by Whitney
Her Command by The Growlers
Don’t Wanna Say Good-Bye by Cut Worms
Night Ride by The Growlers
I Can’t Hear You by The Dead Weather
Coffee by Sylvan Esso
Sea of Love by Cat Power
The Sparrow and The Heart by The Tallest Man On Earth
Honey, Babe by The Growlers
Rats by Devendra Banhart
Druggies’ Moan by Jivviden
Late Last Night by Trios
Blackberry Song by Kurt Vile
Be My Angel by Mazzy Star
Time Flies by Lykke Li
Let It Fall by Lykke Li
Honey Won’t You Let Me In by The Tallest Man On Earth
Give You My Lovin by Mazzy Star
Little Bit by Lykke Li
I Love You, Honeybear by Father John Misty
Fancy Shoes by The Walters
Endless Road by Angel Olsen
All I Need by Radiohead
I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li
Dog Years by Maggie Rogers
Water Me by FKA Twigs
Sometimes I’m convinced you’re rude to me because it’s easier to hate me than just accept that you fucked up everything that we had. I guess hurting my feelings is your way of protecting yourself. Well that just proves that you love yourself more.
People say there’s something wrong with that, but isn’t loving yourself the most important thing? I’m happy you’re trying to keep your walls up. You and I both know I’m pretty damn good at tearing them down. Believe me when I say, I plan on it.
it's 2am and i've read everything i can get my hands on abt EU, so can i just say 1) as a media student, this would make a FANTASTIC TV show. there are ten million plotlines staring me in the face and 2) how do you think the fae's fascination with theatre would translate to TV production? still has the costumes, the glitz and glamour, but there's a lot of tech in close proximity. (I can attest that some late nights/early mornings in the studios can get hazy and discombobulated, though...)
Oh god imagine this as a show, it could be so good if they got the wonderterror of the whole place right - there’s more in the shadows than what you can see, and that’s a double-edged sword.
I think it would absolutely fascinate them as well - objectively there’s not magic at all present, but at the same time, there’s entire new worlds being made. Like the theatre, the whole is something much, much greater than the sum of the parts. Unlike theatre, the finished show is a thing almost unrecognizable from what’s originally been filmed - it’s been put into order, clipped and touched up and made into a very different creature than the initial scenes acted out. It also has a certain allure because they don’t know how it works, can’t get close enough to try to take it apart and figure out how (and even if they could, it’s still unlikely they would be able to understand).
I know it’s too late for this but I just want to say thank you for everything. For the days that you were right there for me. For the good morning and good night messages, for all the back hugs and the kisses on the forehead, and for the “I love you’s” every time I need it. I’ll surely miss your sleepy voice that became gradually enthusiastic whenever I crack a silly joke during our midnight phone calls, and your hugs and loving mischievous smile and the instinct of feeling your warm skin. I will definitely miss everything about us. Just know that I will always be here for you, silently praying for your happiness. We may have gone our separate ways but you’ll always have a special place in my heart and I’m eternally grateful that you came into my life.
We were so sorry for not posting anything lastly, so we wanted to make up for it with a drabble game! Request away for all the groups that we write about. You can request as much as you want, but we won’t do everything!
Sunday. Sunday was a rare day both women had off. Kara had no Catco work and J’onn said he’d take today so Kara could have a well deserved day off. Something she is ever so grateful of. Turning Kara smiles at her wife laying with her hair fanning out around her face making her look like a angel. Smiling Kara slowly kissing her wife’s cheek then lips, smiling when blue eyes met hers “Morning beautiful” she whispers pecking Lena on the lips. Smiling Lena wraps Kara in her arms pulling her closer if that is possible “Hmm waking up to you sure is a good morning, I missed you last night, you didn’t come home till late, I had to put Astra and Kyle to bed alone telling them stories of their superhero moma” she smiles tucking Kara’s hair behind her ear “Are you okay?” she says checking Kara’s face knowing she doesn’t need to but it melts Kara’s heart that she checks anyway “I’m perfect baby, we got the guy after a while. Sorry for missing bed time and thankyou for leaving out dinner for me…well two dinners” Kara says giggling.
“Do you hear that?” Lena says “Hear what?” Kara says using her powers to check “Nothing, its past 7am and nothing, don’t get me wrong I love out little superhero’s but I love time with my Supergirl” she says kissing Kara’s neck making her giggle “Don’t speak too soon” Kara whispers closing her eyes at the feeling of her wife kissing her neck. Lena leans up kissing Kara’s lips and leans their foreheads together, they both close their eyes letting the feeling of being together blanket over them when suddenly their bedroom door slams open and their stood in a pink and purple supergirl pyjama set is a chubby faced girl with bright blue eyes and blonde locks cascading down to her shoulders, holding a little dark haired boy with the same striking blue eyes and a blue supergirl onsie. “And they are up” Kara says rolling out of her wife’s arms.
“Morning my little superhero’s come give moma a hug i missed you last night” Immediately the blonde haired girl carried herself and her baby brother in her arms carefully over to their blonde mother. “MOMA I MISSED YOU” Astra shouts as Lena takes Kyle out her arms and Kara picks her up onto the bed “Moma missed you too honey, and you too my little boy” she smiles kissing both their heads. Astra is 5 years old and is a spitting image of Kara just more baby faced, she has the kindest heart and wants to be friends with everyone which sometimes causes problems for the two women. Their little boy Kyle is two years old he was carried by Lena but thanks to the DEO they were able to incorporate some of Kara’s genes so biologically both children are theirs, Kyle has Lena’s dark hair but Kara’s bright eyes. And honestly Kara believes that her children are the most beautiful she has ever laid eyes upon.
The family of four laid on the bed until 9am when Kara’s stomach and their children’s stomach growled “Breakfast time it is” Lena smiles “Astra why don’t you take Kyle and go watch some TV while me and Moma get ready” Astra nods “Okay Mommy, come one Kyle lets go” she says taking her brother into her arms. Once they leave Kara raises an eyebrow “Supergirl, really?!” Lena just laughs “They missed their Moma I wasn’t going to say no, anyway not that I’m not thankful but weren’t you supposed to work today?” she asks and Kara nods “I was but J’onn covered for me, I was told to leave” before she could finish Lena interrupts “What why you said you were okay?” she says eyes becoming worried “And I am honey, but I wanted to tell you something” Lena nods telling her to go on “I’m pregnant, it worked baby! we’re having another baby!” tears welled up in both women’s eyes as they kissed. Before they could do anything Astra shouts “MOMA, MOMMY BREAKFAST!” laughing they both start getting up “We’ll celebrate this later.” Lena says kissing her wife.