Lillian: Not for long. Not when you find out who she really is. You’ll be so mad, Lena. She’s Supergirl. Kara Danvers is Supergirl. She’s been lying to you, using you-
Lena: What? Are you serious?
Lena: OH MY GOD. SUPERGIRL!!? I’M HER BIGGEST FAN, MOM. I GOT A SUPERGIRL MAGNET JUST YESTERDAY. AND THE PYJAMAS WITH THE CAPE ATTACHED AND SUPERGIRL SLIPPERS. KDJXIJD KARA IS SUPERGIRL?? MY GIRLFRIEND IS SUPERGIRL!?! :) :) :) :)
When I have a daughter, and if she has a special dedication to a certain band, artist, and if by any chance, they live miles away from us, I will legit buy plane tickets and take my kid to wherever the fuck her future husband lives. I will take her to meetings. Buy her merch. Fangirl with her. Because I know what it feels like to have your world falling apart when you can’t meet the person you’d die for. And my daughter won’t feel that way. I won’t let her feel that way. Nope.
BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE “STARSTRUCK” [which is amazing tbh]
prompt: tom holland is on the red carpet for his Spiderman: Homecoming premiere & he notices one face in the crowd that stands out.
“WE’RE GOING TO THE PREMIERE? Tonight? Really of all nights? You’re funny, I’m not going.” Your book is ripped from your hands as your younger sister proposes a new turn of events of the day.
“Yeah, not like you go out anyways. C’mon, it’ll be fun and Mom and Dad won’t let me go alone. Plus, I’ll buy you food afterwards.” Your sister, Vee, shrugs and smirks, looking through your closet absentmindedly while brewing up a plan to get out of the house with your parents’ approval.
“You just wanna hop on Spiderman’s dic-” Your monotone voice murmurs before she brings a hand to cover over your mouth.
“That is so not true!” She says in an exasperated tone and whispers the ‘not’ in her sentence, knowing you’re right.
It’s your turn to smirk and shrug before snatching your book back and plugging your headphones back into your ears to drown out her incessant rambling and yelling.
As you’re about to reach the last paragraph of your chapter and read the secret the main character has been keeping for three books, your book is replaced with your sister’s annoying face once more. Your music is interrupted as well by said pest and a devilish smile falls onto her lips.
“Right when I see him we can go. Go with me and I’ll stop talking about him! I won’t drag you to stalk him or watch his movies–unless you want me to–and I won’t even say his name in your presence! Please, Y/N, meeting Tom means the world to me!” Vee flashes you her puppy dog eyes, despite being eighteen, and that look like she’s about to cry.
“Nice try, kid, I’m not falling for that again.” You huff and return back to your book.
“And how long are we gonna be here for, Vee?” You groan and run a hand through your ironed curls, sighing at the sight of you in the bathroom mirror.
You look good… too good just for one little night out of bitching at your sister and being socially active in a crowd of hormonal and teenage angst.
“You look really hot, Y/N, stop worrying. Hell, if you weren’t my sibling, I’d think you’re a celebrity. I’m not kidding, you like, legit, look hot as fuck.” Vee rolls her eyes and actually speaks genuinely as she adjusts her dress–mainly her boobs to expose more of her cleavage just ‘in hopes tom will pass by our area and see her in the crowd’.
“It’s only for an hour or two. The cast will be busy anyways doing interviews and stuff.” She waves you off before grabbing her clutch and walking out of the bathroom and back to the side of the red carpet.
“Thanks for saving our spots, T.” Vee grins to her friend and pushes aside a few fangirls dressed in Marvel merch. You apologize profusely before following behind your sister who has now grabbed your hand to pull you through the crowd and towards the second row of the crowd.
You watch as everyone around you screech and cheer for certain celebrities walking past on the red carpet. You yawn and cautiously try not to mess up your makeup. You stand here for an hour before you sigh.
“I’m getting a drink, Veronica,” You yell in your sister’s ear over the intensifying noise surrounding you. She nods before going back to her conversation with her friend.
You awkwardly shove partially drunk and overexcited people out of your way before apologizing immensely. It had to be done because no one notices you trying to get through the crowd.
You finally find the bar, wondering if it is open to the public. You shrug and run your hand through your curls once more after being so overwhelmed by this whole stupid event that probably won’t matter after tonight. Tonight is just a waste of your time.
You don’t seem to notice the huge sign next to you that reads “Celebrities’ Lounge” next to you.
The handsome bartender smiles kindly at you and you return the polite smile before ordering a glass of sparkling champagne. You reach in my purse for a twenty before the bartender speaks up.
“No charge.” He smiles and winks at you before turning to the guy next to you. Unbeknownst to you, that guy is looking at you in awe. That guy is the main reason why you are here tonight: Tom Holland; something inside your head is begging you to turn and look and see who is next to you.
You almost bring your head to look, but you decide against it.
“She’s gorgeous. I’ve never seen her before.” Tom comments to Harrison causing Harrison to turn and watch as you strut away with a champagne glass in hand and looking even more like a celebrity.
The two turn back around and search the menus for a drink and a possible bite to eat before walking down the red carpet.
For a moment, you stop in your tracks, feeling some sort of ominous pull towards the bar. A second passes as you look back at the bar and your eyes fall upon two young men with their backs turned to you.
“I’ll to look her up.” Harrison says quickly with his jaw dropped before ordering two drinks for him and Tom. The two receive the drinks before the bartender rings them up.
“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents.” The same bartender says gruffly to the two boys. Tom’s eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t let his shock appear very evident and he pulls out a twenty and a ten from his wallet.
The two boys exchange surprised looks once the stiff bartender leaves.
“Wasn’t he just getting cozy a second ago with your new love interest? I mean, I haven’t seen you so in awe since Tessa.” Harrison chuckles and gestures with his drink over towards the direction you just disappeared to.
“Yes but Tessa is my baby, that’s different.” Tom huffs and smiles at the thought of his beloved pitbull, Tessa–the most important thing in the world.
Back over in the crowd, you meet back up with Vee and her friend. You huff and sip–chug–on your champagne and sigh, thinking of better ways of spending your Friday night.
“I heard Tom is nearby. Haz and him just stopped to get drinks, look! They tweeted about it, T!” Vee screams in excitement. Genuinely happy for your sister, a small smiles manages to pull at your lips seeing her face light up. Alas, a light reminder pops up into your head–you despise Tom Holland, not personally, but just his image.
“Did you see him at the bar, Y/N?” Vee grips your arm tightly and releases it once you glance down. Her hand imprint leaves a mark on your skin but instead of pointing it out, you answer her question.
“I don’t know, I could of. It was busy,” You shrug the two fangirls off with a simple sip of your champagne glass, looking the most elegant within the crowd.
Vee screeches once she sees that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob starting to walk down the red carpet all of a sudden. Everyone in the crowd cringes at Vee’s high voice but nonetheless scream and scramble to get their phones out.
This is the last night hearing about Tom fucking Holland, I can do this, you think. It’s worth it, I got this, no more Tom Holland.
Within the chaotic group of screaming and jumping people acting like complete fools, pushing and pulling people to try and get near the barricade, you stand in place with a blank expression and simply sip your champagne.
As Tom approaches, you swear he looks and locks gaze with you for a moment, easily picking your calm and unfazed demeanor out apart from the crowd, and he whispers something to Harrison and Jacob.
Groaning, you turn and begin to swiftly walk away to refill your drink, knowing you can’t be sober if Vee’s gonna stay here the whole night. Despite the deal of ‘seeing’ and ‘leaving’, you know she’ll make you stay the whole night until Tom tweets or posts on social media of being in his hotel room.
“Hey, wait!” Harrison holds a a hand out to signal you to stop but with your back turn, you don’t notice the Brit talking to you. Vee and T screech louder than before.
Harrison runs up to the barricade, getting the attention of all the cameras, crowd, and celebrities. Harrison searches the crowd and grips the barricade. Vee and T yell and reach out and touch his arm.
Harrison turns around to Tom with wide eyes, causing Tom to mirror his expression. Out of nowhere, the three boys are running all the way down the red carpet in search of you–the one sad face in a smiling crowd.
“Last day.” You whisper to yourself before emerging in a traffic of people. You look down at your shoes for a moment and sign. While your head is down, another body knocks in to you, sending your glass flying and you falling to the ground.s
“Holy shit, I knocked her over, Jacob.” A British voice rings out. Slightly concussed, you groan and rub your head. Shrieks around you fill the air, causing you to cover your ears at the shrivel noise, your head pounding even more immensely.
“Ha, I guess you could say she fell for you.” Another voice rings, but this time it’s an American accent. You pick up a sarcastic laugh before someone grabs you.
“Hilarious. Shit shit shit, okay… um, let’s get you up. I’m so sorry.” The voice says once more and you feel someone pull you up. You squint at the bright lights and close your eyes slightly.
“C’mon, we gotta go to the lounge so you can rest.” The voice says with worry thick in his tone, causing another voice to laugh.
“Or so lover boy can meet his princess.”
PRINCESS? Alas being trapped in a concussed state, before you can speak, the dizzy world fades into black as sleep claims you with the last thing you hear is: “Fucking hell, Harrison, I told you to stop her, not fucking kidnap her!”
You know you’ve made the best bestie when she visits Japan and goes to a YYH cafe (TWICE) on your behalf. (Though, she has amazing taste, so of course she was going for herself, too.)
What I’m saying, y’all, is that @shewritesfic is THE BEST THERE EVER WAS.
And with that, my goodies!
Pictured: the cutest little goobers there ever were. They shall be the best of friends on my shelf. (Judging by Hiei’s pout, he’s already displeased by this arrangement. And Kuwabara is… sneering? Gritting his teeth? I’m not certain, but I’m sure he’s thinking up ways to call Hiei short.)
A mystery button! I didn’t know what would be inside, but you can bet I was thrilled to pull Kurama out!
I don’t even wear sleep masks, BUT IS THIS NOT THE GREATEST ONE EVER?!?!
And last but not least. The very greatest treasure of them all. The reason @shewritesfic returned to the cafe for me.
A YYH CLOCK. One that will earn a place of dearest honor in my house. Obsessed does not nearly do my emotions justice.
New Owari no Seraph merch on sale in the Jump Shop!
Collection charms of Yuu, Mika, Guren, Shinya, Ferid, Crowley, Shinoa, Mitsuba, Kimizuki and Yoichi, and a new clear file! Also, for every 1,000 yen in selected products you get a limited book cover! The Jump Shop also has a bromide machine with 5 new OnS bromides: Yuu, Mika, Guren, Ferid and one in color of the new Shinoa squad!