Lexa figures sharing a bed with the demon would be better than either of them taking the couch or floor. (”Please no horns, I don’t want to poke out an eye, Clarke”). As long as they stay on their own sides of the small twin mattress it should be fine, right?
There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.
There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands.
There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper.
There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.
Iris: Truth or dare, Cisco Cisco: Dare Iris: Order me a pizza Cisco: … Truth or dare, Barry? Barry: Dare??? Cisco: Pay for the pizza Barry:… Truth or dare, Iris? Iris: Truth. Nice try though, honey. Barry: *grumbles to himself as he brings out his wallet*
Harry was making several attempts to contact you. He called, text, even sent flowers to both the house and your work but he never did attempt to come by the house. The house was beginning to feel so empty and the largeness of it seemed to be haunting you. This was the house the two of you had bought together, the place you had every intention of raising a family in but instead Harry was off starting a family with someone else. You were staring to consider selling it or moving out and letting Harry take it.
You kept waiting for it to appear in the news, that Harry Styles got a girl pregnant, a girl that wasn’t the girl he had been with for the last 4 years. Everyone knew of your relationship, pretty much everyone loved the two of you together and thankfully the breakup had stayed private and out of the media so far but you knew it was only a matter of time especially when everyone found out about the baby.
It was late one night, you had been curled up on the couch watching some chick flick, attempting to take your mind off of everything. It was storming outside, the sound of the steady rain and occasional thunder was also helping calm your mind but your heart gave a jump and you sat up quickly on the couch when there was a loud knock on the front door.
You take small cautious steps towards the front door, it was almost 11 at night. Who would be coming at a time like this? An axe murderer, that was one. But when you peaked out the window beside the door you saw a familiar figure stood in the dull light of the porch light. You yanked open the door and came face to face with Harry Styles for the first time in weeks.
“Harry,” You whisper, taking in the sight of him. His black shirt and jeans were soaked, his hair falling in wet tendrils down his forehead. You took note that clearly the wetness of his cheeks was not just from the rain as his eyes were red and puffy. He also had facial hair, clearly not having shaved in a week or two.
“I need you.” His voice was a raspy plea. This was the voice of a truly broken man and it instantly brought tears to your eyes. You open your mouth to say you couldn’t do it when he cut you off. “I know I have no righ’ to ask for you to help me but please, I can’ do this anymore. I can’ live a life you aren’ in. Just hear me out for a second, alrigh’?” You sigh and find yourself stepping back to allow him to enter.
“Let me get you a towel and dry clothes.” As Harry had never returned for his things, his clothes still took up his half of the closet. You had debated getting rid of them but those colorful silken shirts, the vibrant patterned pants and all of the boots lining the bottom of the closet felt like home and you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You reach for his grey sweatshirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. After grabbing a towel from the linen closet in the bathroom you head back out to him, handing them to him.
“Thank you.” He whispers as he takes them, giving you a weak smile but his eyes were still watery and red. You just gave a nod and looked away before he exited the room, heading for the guest bathroom down the hall. You sat down on the couch, sitting anxiously on the edge of the cushion as you waited for his return. Your mind was racing. What would he say? What would you say?
Once he returned, he placed his wet clothes and the towel on the floor beside the couch and then took a seat beside you. You tried not to note how close he was but his presence, that familiarity of his body heat, sent your heart into a rapid race and caused your breath to hitch in your throat. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity.
“So, what is it?” You finally ask, your voice low but in the quietness of the large house, you having flipped off the TV while you waited for him to return, made it sound as if you were yelling.
“I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow to mee’ with her and our lawyers.” He explained, his voice low as he looked down as his tangled hands. “We are goin’ to figure ou’ wha’ we are goin’ to do.”
“So what do you need me for then? I’m not part of this.” And you couldn’t be. That was why you made him leave, after all.
“You can’ come with me? Maybe as moral support?” You can’t help but give a laugh but you stop almost immediately when he looks over at you with watery eyes.
“Harry, I’m sorry, but I can’t. You think I can just fly to LA with you and sit across from that woman as if I’m not totally imagining you fucking her? I’m sorry but no.” You shake your head, willing yourself to stand firm on this but his bottom lip begins to give a quiver and he hangs his head again. “Harry, please,” You reach out, resting your hand on his shoulder. “I can’t.”
“I can’ either.” He whispers, his breathing giving a raspy gasp as he tried to catch his breath and will the sobs not to come. As he hung his head, you saw the tears drip down, disappearing into the carpet below as he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
“I know that this is hard, Harry, but what you’re asking of me…” You trail off, giving a small shake of your head as you move your hand off of his shoulder, tangling your fingers together in your lap to stop yourself from reaching out for his hand like you so desperately wanted to.
“I know, I know I shouldn’ be and I’ve debated coming here to ask because I know how wrong it is.” He shakes his head, giving a sigh and looks up at you. The way his green eyes shined with tears, that furrow in his brow, the creases on his forehead, it killed you and hurt you so badly. “You’ve always been the one tha’ was there to help me through anythin’ and this is the hardest and scariest thing I’ve ever gone through and I don’ know if I can do it withou’ you.”
“You’re asking me to support you while another woman has your baby, Harry. I told you to leave, I broke up with you, because I couldn’t be a part of that, I can’t be.”
“I’m not askin’ you to get back together, love, I’m jus’ asking for you to help me while her and I sort everythin’ out. I jus’ need you to hold me togethe’ for jus’ a little while until it all sinks in. And not as my girlfriend, if tha’s not what you wan’, I get that. As my friend, though, you were my friend firs’, can we not go back to that jus’ while I handle this?” You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look over at him, his eyes pleading. “I need you.” He whispers, just as he had minutes before when you opened the door to him.
“Okay,” You eventually breathed out, not letting yourself over think this. Harry was right, you had been best friends before you dated, you could support him in that way. Or at least you would try. His face finally creeps into a small smile, the first smile he’d had in weeks. He was so grateful for you and that you were willing to do this for him.
So, after talking over flight details Harry left and you curled up in your large and empty bed and cried yourself to sleep, afraid of what you had gotten yourself in to.
The next day, the plane ride was silent and awkward. Neither of you knew what waited in Los Angeles and just being close to each other again was hard enough. You regretted deeply agreeing to do this but it was too late now.
“If I end up not being able to handle this, I’m going to leave. I can’t torture myself like this, not even for you.” You tell him as the two of you enter his Los Angeles home. He had already had this place before the two of you moved in and you didn’t spend much time here as you preferred London but it was still like a home to you but now it felt foreign.
“I understand.” Harry tells you, giving you a weak smile. He still couldn’t believe that you actually came with him. He figured he would have to beg more, plead with you, basically all but drag you to the airport but here you were. He loved you so much in that moment, amazed that even after he hurt you so badly, you still supported him and cared for him enough to do this.
“Wait,” You say, halting in the hallway outside of the master bedroom. Harry’s chest hits your back, having not been able to stop in time with your abrupt stop. “Was it here? Was it here that you…?” You trail off, unable to get the words out as you picture her, rolling around in the sheets of your bed. You turn and look up at him, seeing his furrowed brows as he puts together what you were asking. You hadn’t even thought of that when you agreed to come. You should have gotten a hotel.
“No, of course not. It was at her house.” He explains and a sense of relief washes over you. “I’ll take the guest room, you can have our… I mean my… room.” His voice drops off after realizing his mistake.
“I don’t think I can sleep in there.” You whisper, looking up at him. It was hard enough sleeping in the once shared bed in London, but this room, this bedroom was the place where the two of you had first slept together, the place that had solidified your love for him. Another reason it probably would have killed you to know she had been in that bed. Harry drops yours and his bags that he was carrying as your eyes filled with tears and he pulled you into his arms.
“I’m so sorry. I can’ say sorry enough.” You allow yourself to curl against him, burying your face in his chest as you began to cry freely. You had spent so much time trying to not cry over the last few weeks and now here it all was coming out and you weren’t sure you were able to stop. “Come on.” Harry pulls back to take your hand and leads you down the hall to the guest bedroom. “You should res’ for a bit.”
“Stay with me.” You whisper, reaching out for his hand after he’s guided you onto the bed. He was about to leave the room but just as he needed your comfort, you also needed his.
“Are you sure?” He questions, frowning down at you. He wanted nothing more than to curl up right there in bed with you and hold you close again but he knew how badly he had hurt you, hurt himself even, and didn’t want to make things worse with you.
“Please, Harry.” You all but beg, still gripping at his hand. Your eyes were filled with tears and you knew they had just begun. Harry stares at you, his own green eyes watery, and then gave a nod. He laid slowly down beside you, letting you decide how the two of you would lay together. You grab his arm, tugging it around you as you fold against his side. He has to resist the urge to kiss the top of your head and instead leans back into the pillows as his hand brushes against your arm, trailing across your soft skin.
“Love?” Harry soon questions as he realizes you were in a full on cry in that moment. He felt the wetness on his t-shirt and had felt the shake in your shoulders. As soon as he spoke a sob fell from your lips. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” He tried to pull back to get you to look at him but you took a handful of his shirt in your fists and make him stay where he was.
“I had so many plans for us,” You finally gasp out. “I had pictured our wedding, where we would go for our honeymoon, what kind of dress I wanted, and then even what we would name our children.” You were speaking so fast. Now that the dam had been broken, it seemed you were going to let everything out. Your chest ached, your throat already raw from the sobs. “I wanted to marry you, I wanted to start a family with you.”
“I know, I know, love,” Harry whispers, unable to get his voice any louder. He looks up at the ceiling as the tears leak from his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay strong and keep it together. He had broken so many times around you lately, it was time for him to take care of you. “I wanted to marry you, too. I’d planned how I was going to ask.” He whispered that last bit as quietly as possible but he knew you had heard when your breath hitched in your throat and you sat up, glaring down at him.
“Don’t,” You spit at him. “Don’t say shit like that. If you really wanted to marry me, if you wanted a life with me, then no matter what kind of fight we had gotten into you wouldn’t have gone to someone else.”
“I messed up, love, but tha’ doesn’ mean I don’ love you or don’ want a life with you.” He argued but you shook your head and rolled away from him. You sat on the other side of the bed as he too sat up, facing you. “I will fight for you, for us, for the res’ of my life. I promise you. I can’ give up on us. I made a mistake, I know, but you are the only one I want a life with.” You can’t help but roll your eyes as you bring your hand up, wiping at your wet cheeks.
“Harry, there is no us to fight for anymore. I will never be able to forgive you, I’ve already told you that. You have someone else to fight for now, you have a child to take care of, that’s what you should be focusing on.” Harry just didn’t know what to say, how to express his regret, his hatred towards himself, and how much he longed for you to forgive him. But he understood. He knew he would probably never forgive you if the situation was reversed but he knew he would at least try.
“I don’ know what to do,” He whispers, his hands pressing into his face. He falls back on the pillows and sighs. Thankfully the tears stayed away. “I can’t raise a child. I’m goin’ to be a shit father.” You sigh and move next to him, pulling a hand from his face so he looks at you.
“You are going to be an amazing father, Harry, don’t doubt yourself. You’re amazing with kids.” And he was, that was why you wanted a family with him one day. He was the most amazing man and would be the most amazing father, you knew that and had no doubts. “No matter the circumstances behind how they came into this world, you are going to love and take care of that child and they will love you so much.” That’s when the tears came back for Harry. He sighs, closing his eyes and turns to bury his face in the pillow beside him. “Do you want to raise the baby with … her .. or .. what is the plan?”
“I don’ know,” Came his muffled response. “Tha’s what the meetin’ tomorrow is, to talk about options.” He had turned to look at you as he continues speaking so you give a nod, biting at your lower lip.
“Do you.. do you think you’ll try being with her? Like .. as a family?” You had pictured it, Harry, his child and this mystery woman happy, smiling, laughing together. It killed you inside as it was always you in her place when you imagined it in the past.
“I don’ want a family with anyone but you.” Harry sits up, having clearly picking up on what you were imagining right now so he pulls you into his arms and kisses the side of your head. “Firs’ thing we’ll do is make sure I’m the father and then go from there.” He explains as you rest your head against his chest.
“Do you want to be the father?” You whisper as you listen to his heartbeat under your ear.
“No,” He mutters back almost immediately. “Bu’ if I am… I’m going to do the righ’ thing and try to raise him or her. I won’ let someone else do it for me. It’s my child and I need to take responsibility.” You lift your head and look up at him, a small smile on your face.
“And no matter how scared you are, you will do it amazingly and that child will love you so much.” He gives a watery smile, one solitary tear falling down his face before he nods. “Does she want the baby?”
“We haven’ talked about it. That’s what the meetin’ tomorrow is for.” He explains with a sigh. “I don’ want to see her..”
“And you think I do?” You meant it as a joke but it came out with a touch of malice and you regretted it when you saw that hurt look on his face. “Did she know? About me?”
“Yes,” He whispers. “I’d gone to a bar after our really bad figh’, drank too much and told her everythin’. I wasn’ thinking clearly and it just.. happened.” He tells you. It pained you so much to hear this but you knew you had to. “I didn’ tell you when I came home and we worked everythin’ out because I was so scared of losin’ you. I knew I would tell you one day bu’… I got home and you were so happy and I couldn’t bare to be the one to make you cry.”
You couldn’t say anything, nothing that you hadn’t said before about the situation. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, forgive him and that you stood firm on. You came to Los Angeles with him as moral support in a friendly sense, and nothing more.
“Does she know you and I broke up?” You wondered then, thinking that maybe if she knew, or when she found out, she would try to get with Harry. You didn’t like imagining it.
“I haven’ spoken to her since she called and told me. I contacted my lawyer the day afte’ you and I … afte’ I left, and he contacted hers. We’ve gone through them eve’ since.” You nod, feeling a bit better at the idea that he wasn’t in contact with her. You couldn’t stand the thought of picturing them talking about baby names or what gender they hoped it was. “Are we ever going to be okay again?” He spoke these words so quietly after a few minutes of silence, neither of you having looked at each other.
“I don’t think so, Harry.” You tell him softly, looking over at him. As he hangs his head and begins to cry again, you stand from the bed. “I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were letting the tears fall again as well.
“Y/N…” He whispers after you but you were already out of the room. After locking yourself in the bathroom down the hall, you slid down the hard wood door, your face in your hands as you truly began to cry. Harry didn’t move from the bed, he curled himself into the pillow beside him and cried just as he had been doing the last few weeks. He should be all cried out by now but somehow.. somehow there always seemed to be more.
He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.
So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.
It’s not a four-bedroom house.
The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.
“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.
“I might’ve…stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.
Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.
“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”
“I never said it was glamorous.”
“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”
Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”
The other option I wrote out was something that Yoosung wouldn’t actually do, so deleted it
Jaehee was working herself too hard
She hadn’t taken a break since they’d opened the café
MC manages to convince Jaehee to take a day off with her and close cafe early so that they can go see Zen’s musical together
However, a few days before their evening out, Jaehee books a private event at the cafe when the play is supposed to start
They argue about it because Jaehee thinks it will be a great chance to promote the cafe, but MC says Jaehee promised and needs some time away from work
In the end, they just pout at each other and don’t speak for a little while
MC goes to the musical alone and no, she’s not being stubborn, Jaehee is!
After the play, Zen asks MC to come backstage so she can ask about Jaehee, but MC explains everything that happened
Zen agrees to go with her to the cafe to talk to Jaehee during the private event, as he wants to see her as well (he likes hanging out with the two of them)
When they arrive, the party is in full swing, someone tries to force them out because “it’s a private event”, but before MC can state she’s a co-owner, a guest recognizes Zen and says they’re with her
MC goes to find Jaehee and sees her being kissed by another woman
Granted, it’s on the cheek, but it took forever for Jaehee to get comfortable with PDA from MC
So MC turns around and walks out to go home and cry
The next day, MC proposes they break up before the cafe opens and anyone else is there, even saying she found all the documents online to give/sell her half of the cafe to Jaehee
Jaehee is very quick to stop this line of thinking and the two of them have a long, serious talk about all their problems
Jaehee ends up agreeing to take one day off a month to go on a date with MC, but only if MC will help her rake in more customers with events and such
It’s their one year anniversary of being married
In months leading up to it, Zen made a bigger deal of it than she did
Not to mention, Valentine’s Day and Christmas were his favorite holiday and he’d gone all out for those every single time
And not only does Zen forget
But he goes out drinking after work with a few cast mates
He even makes a post inviting fans to come hang out with them
He’s posting things on his FB page, twitter and Instagram the whole time
MC had made a nice dinner to surprise him when he got home, but when she saw his social media, she goes on the Messenger and cries
She ends up packing a bag and is getting into a cab to go Jaehee’s place for a little while (she was sweet enough to offer her couch if MC needed some time away)
Zen comes home right about then, a little too drunk, and asks where she’s going
“Check the Messenger.” Is all she says before she slams the door
Zen goes inside and sees and…. fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!
How could he have been such a jerk!!
He sees the beautiful meal she made, the remnants of candles, and so on, and he’s fucked up, royally
When he gets a notification that MC is online, he jumps on, interrupting a conversation between her and Jumin about the furball
Immediately, she logs off
In the morning, he goes to work, he does what he has to, then he goes to Jaehee’s.
Jaehee lets him in because she wants him to apologize to MC (who had been crying a lot because of him)
He swears it’ll never happen again
He begs forgiveness
He even promises to give her a whole day, just for her, if only she’ll come home
She agrees, but only just barely, and even then, she refuses to share the bed with him
Zen immediately calls his director, claims to be sick and says he needs a day off
He sleeps on the floor next to the couch because he refuses to be away from her until she forgives him
He takes her on a long, romantic date, treats her like more than a princess, when people ask what the occasion is, he tells the truth; he forgot their first anniversary and is making it up to her
They first shame him, then they give him advice or free stuff to help (or they just give it to her with a sad, “oh honey, I’m so sorry he forgot.”)
Halfway through the day, she says that being mad at him is exhausting and she just want to go home and take a nap
He refuses because he promised her a day and now he plans to make it a day
When they’re stoped in the park by some of his fans, he excuses himself from them, politely stating he’s on a date with his wife
The girls “awwwww” because it’s super cute how enamored with her he is
By the time they get home, she’s exhausted and can’t believe he packed so much into one day
But it doesn’t end there
He draws her up a bubble bath (and joins her after setting something up)
And when they get out, he has candles lit in their bedroom
Love making ensues
The morning, she aches in all the right ways, and is surprised when Zen drags her back into bed when she tries to get up to eat, and whispers that because he had so much fun yesterday, he called out sick today too
But this time, he plans on them staying home all day ;)
One of Jumin’s high society “friends” says that MC is “kind of plain” and “surprisingly uncultured” and “clumsy”
To Jumin’s face
MC knows she can be clumsy, but it genuinely wasn’t her fault she bumped into that guy and spilled her drink on him
Hell, she’s heard comments like this before, and she’s honestly not even really bothered by them
Until Jumin agrees with him
She walks out of the party without saying a word, is driven back to the pent house and packs up her things
Anything Jumin has bought her with his money, she throws in the garbage
She ends up with a surprisingly small backpack from her high school days
She writes a note, “Since I’m so uncultured, I didn’t know the proper protocol for this, so I’m sorry if it’s not to your tastes. But I am leaving. I won’t tell you where I’m going. Hopefully the absence of my plain face won’t bother you.”
To her surprise, Elizabeth blocks her way and won’t let her leave the penthouse
She manages to get past Elizabeth eventually, but by then she has 10 missed calls from Jumin, 1-5 from the other RFA members, and bumps into Jumin in the lobby on her way out
He’s so relieved she’s okay, but MC fibs to him and says her mother is in the hospital and she needs to go visit right away, and she wants to go alone
He allows this because he knows how stubborn and independent she can be
When she’s in the car, she reads the messages, finds out that Jumin noticed her absence near-immediately and went looking for her
When he couldn’t find her, he panicked
He and the RFA all assumed that she had been kidnapped
She ends up actually just going to her mothers, and once Driver Kim has left, she goes to a hotel to stay the night
As soon as she’s checked in, she gets a call from Jumin demanding to know where she is. He refuses to lose her.
“Maybe next time, pick someone better suited to you,” she says. “Some one beautiful and graceful and refined. Like maybe Sarah.” Then she hangs up.
He calls her all through the night, although she shut her phone off pretty quickly
In the morning, she listens to his messages as he gets increasingly more desperate, even breaking down into tears at some point
After breakfast is delivered to her room, she gets a call from 707, who starts speaking so frantically, she can’t understand him
What he boils it down to is, “Thank god you turned on your phone, Jumin paid me a lot of money to track you down, and I can’t fail him. I have to fill up my babies with premium~”
This whole conversation happens while she’s eating
Then there’s a knock on the door as she finishes her food
With a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and 707 still on the phone in her hand, she answers the door to three security guards and Jumin
The toast falls out of her mouth
Jumin forces himself inside the room, shuts the door, and grabs her phone
“Thank you, Luciel, the money will be wired to you by the end of the day.”
Jumin then hangs up and throws the phone across the room
He then grabs MC and kisses her
When he pulls away, she sees how bedraggled he looks. He’s still wearing the same suit form the night before, it’s wrinkled and his hair is a mess
He begs her never to leave him again
He apologizes a million times, telling her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met and that he was barely even paying attention to what that man said, he didn’t even realize until it was too late
He loves her too much to lose her
MC ends up realizing she hurt him just as much as he hurt her and apologizes for leaving like that, for saying the things she did, it was unfair
After holding each other for a little while, Jumin declares he’s going to take a day off of work, and they are going to stay in this hotel room until the next day
MC just rolls her eyes at this, but sure, fine, whatever
He’d been acting… distant
Of course, part of it was because he was keeping an eye on Saeran, who was having a really bad stream of episodes
More than once, Saeran had lashed out at one or both of them
It didn’t help that Saeyoung was trying really hard to get out of the spy life and was doing his best to keep hackers away from them
MC did the best she could not to be a burden on him since he had so much on his plate
If MC was around, she’d help around the house by cleaning, making decent meals for the brothers, making sure they at least tried to eat, and so on
One day, however, Saeyoung snaps at MC that he’s fine, he doesn’t need her to put on a show and he just needs her to leave
When she comes back a few hours later with food and note with a joke on it, he’s still frustrated and says he told her to get out
So MC says goodbye to Saeran and goes home
She stops texting him good morning and good night at this point
At first, he just assumes she forgot, no big deal, that or she’s mad at him
Goes on for three days, then he realizes he’s hungry and Saeran almost sets fire to the kitchen trying to cook with some of the ingredients MC bought and left behind
Saeyoung cooks, but its not as good
He goes to check on MC at her apartment, only to find all the cameras are taped over, so he has to go in person
When he gets there, MC refuses to open the door
When Saeyoung asks why, she informs him that, she’s been trying her best to take care of him and Saeran, but Saeyoung continues to push her away
After everything they’ve been through, and he’s still pushing her away
Saeran really isn’t the best company, either, but she doesn’t blame him for that
When Saeyoung told her he didn’t need her, that he didn’t want her, MC decided that, if that’s what he thought would make him happy, she’d listen
He doesn’t need to see her again
Guess who’s begging for forgiveness through her apartment door?
Saeyoung just starts apologizing uncontrollably, saying he didn’t mean it, he loves her, needs her, Saeran needs her totally doesn’t almost ruin the apology by saying that they really need her to cook because Saeran can’t, and he’s not very good
Eventually MC lets him in and they hug and kiss and make up
MC also starts teaching Saeran to cook so there aren’t anymore… incidents
soon Saeran is a better cook than she is, but he doesn’t let Saeyoung have any when he “acts weird” and more often than not, if he goes to deliver food to his brother, he dumps the plate on the table in such a way that some of the food usually goes flying
really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads
“Alex and Kara fix it where Alex doesn’t let Kara go away so sad” from @lem798 and @misguidedghost800 “Sanvers being there for kara“ and “Maggie comforting Kara/ bonding over both losing everything and everyone at such a young age. (Kara krypton. Maggie-being outed)Coming to a mutual understanding and allegiance to both love Alex and to bond as a new family.” from @bacop150
She tells Alex to go be with her girlfriend.
She tells her to never let Maggie go.
And she won’t. She won’t. God, god, she won’t.
But she also will never let her sister go.
Not when her eyes are burning like this, not when her jaw is set like this.
Not when her skin is the only thing keeping her from ripping apart at the seams.
And her skin is less Kryptonian-on-Earth now than it is even when she solar flares.
Alex won’t let Maggie go.
But she’ll never let her little sister go either.
So she nods, tears burning her own eyes, when Kara tells her to never let Maggie go.
She nods, but she also reaches out her hand to grab Kara’s wrist.
Reaches out her hand to still Kara’s inevitable takeoff.
“Alex,” she chokes, because if she stays, she’ll break.
But that’s exactly the point.
Better to break with someone who can hold the pieces until you figure out how they’re supposed to be put together.
And Alex will do more than hold Kara’s pieces. She’ll protect each and every one of them with her life.
Kara knows, and Kara does the only thing she can do.
Sobs into Alex’s chest, falling forward and letting her sister catch her, letting her sister kiss her hair, letting her sister cry with her.
Cry with her, because a week ago, Alex’s lungs almost filled with water.
Cry with her, because a day ago, Alex almost accidentally killed her.
Cry with her, because tomorrow, the streets will still be cratered and smoking.
“Come on,” a soft voice tells both of them after a few long, long moments.
“I’ll take you two home.”
Kara shakes her head into Alex’s body as Maggie takes one of Kara’s hands and one of Alex’s hands into her own.
“No?” she asks Kara, and Kara just glances at Alex and sniffles.
“I can fly you both,” she offers, and Maggie tries not to be uncool in her reaction. She shrugs.
“As long as you’re not too tired.”
They’re in Alex’s apartment before Maggie can process height, height, so much height.
“Wow, Little Danvers, that was uh…”
“Need to sit down there, Sawyer?” Alex teases, and Maggie shakes her head like she’s getting water out of her ears, grinning faintly.
But then she looks at Kara.
She looks at Kara, and she forgets for a moment that she’s Alex’s little sister, not hers, and she strides toward her and offers her arms out for her.
Kara shrugs away from them and Maggie retreats, eyes downcast.
“It’s not you, Maggie,” Alex whispers as she takes Kara by the hand and leads her to her pajama drawer. “Out of your gear?” she asks Kara, who just nods numbly, like if she does anything even vaguely expressive, she’ll collapse in on herself all over again.
Maggie turns away while Alex helps Kara off with her suit and into pajamas, taking the opportunity to call and check in with Jessy the pizza guy to make sure he and his boyfriend are safe, and to ask if he could possibly bring them over some pizza.
“Okay,” Alex kisses the back of her neck, and Maggie leans into her effortlessly before turning around.
“Does that feel a little better?” she asks, and Kara shrugs as she collapses onto the couch, asking with her arms for Alex to tuck her in, for Alex to hold her.
Alex complies and Maggie sits on the floor next to the couch. “I ordered you pizza, Little Danvers,” she tells her, and Kara smiles faintly.
The three of them let silence rise between them. Silence and pain and comfort and love.
“He – all of them, actually – they were all I had left. From my home. I mean, sure, Daxam wasn’t anything like Krypton, but he – they – knew my language, and my history, and my people. Even if their views of us were distorted, they… they had views to be distorted. Here, anything… anything anyone knows about Krypton is from Fortress of Solitude database or from… me. Just me. I feel like I lost them all again. Again. How many times am I going to have to lose them?”
She squeaks at the last sentence, and Alex draws her closer to her body, soothing her with kisses to her hair and she’s proud of her, none of this is her fault, there’s no shame in surviving, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her, and she’s sorry. She’s so, so, so sorry.
“Kara,” Maggie says tentatively, eyes seeking Alex’s for permission. Alex’s heart starts to heal slightly as she nods. “Kara, hey, listen. It’s not the same. Not even a little bit the same. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I… did Alex tell you about when I was a kid?”
Kara sniffles and wipes her nose on Alex’s sweater and Maggie smiles.
“Your parents kicked you out for being a lesbian.”
Maggie nods and hovers her hand over Kara’s blanketed knee. Kara nods and Maggie gifts Kara her touch.
“I lost everything, Little Danvers. Not like you did. Not at all. But there have been people – people in my family, my close family – who’ve died since then. One when I was sixteen, some when I was in college… I only found out through the grapevine. No one in my family reached out, no one told me the funeral details. It was like I was the dead one, they just… I was dead to them. So I couldn’t say goodbye, not properly, to… anyway, Kara, it’s not the same, but one thing I do know? I know it changes you. I know it makes it hard to believe you can ever really be… whole.”
She glances up at Alex, because Alex, now, is crying.
“Your sister is helping me figure out how I can be whole again, Kara. And she can help you, too. And the thing is, you’ll never be whole. Not really. But you’ll become a new shape. Each time you have to go through it again, Alex is gonna be there for you. Hell, me too, if you want me to be. And each time, you’ll become a new shape, making a new meaning of wholeness for yourself. And it’s exhausting, and it’s awful, but the one thing it’s not, Kara? Is alone.”
“But I feel alone. I always feel alone. Except for Alex.”
Maggie nods through tears. “So do I, Kara. So do I.”
“Do you think… do you think we can be alone together?”
There’s a knock at the door that makes them all jump until Maggie grins softly and says, “Pizza,” while she hoists herself to her feet.
“And yes, Kara. We can be alone together as long as you need.”
Kara nods and snuggles closer into her big sister, hoping that when her other big sister – her new big sister – comes back with the pizza boxes, she’ll want to cuddle with them, too.
My sister and I have always been attracted to each other, we would date each other’s friends in high school and college. We’ve discussed things but never dwell on them, we know we have a special connection and yet we know we can only “play” we can’t date. We are ok with that.
It was late, we were partying pretty hard and everything was winding down, people had gone to bed or passed out on the couch, floor etc..
I couldn’t sleep!
My beautiful sister comes out of her bedroom to the living room checks on me and heads of to the guest room. Her bedroom was down the hall and far from my position on the couch, but the guest room and more importantly the bed where she would lay, were directly in my line of vision.. accident? Coincidence? I wasn’t sure then, but I know now!!
All I can see is her outline, the guest room was dark and the living room had the tv on ( which means she could see me fine, I had no idea then she could see me though)
In between trying to sleep and watching tv I kept glancing in the room with interest and desire, I got butterflies.. I wanted to go in there .. but what do you say? What do you do?? I never did enter the room but as I was dreaming of it I seen movement, hard to make out at first but there was definitely movement. As I try my best to develop night vision I see the covers fly up off her body and then fall to her side. Now I can clearly make out the shape, her perfect perky tits pointed at the ceiling and her legs bent. I can see her hips bouncing softly off the bed slightly. She’s masturbating!
Even then I realized that not only could I see her masturbating ( though not clearly enough if we’re being honest) I was the only one who could possibly see it. That does not mean she wanted me to see it though, I checked myself with that.
A few moments go on and her movements increased until she turned on her hands and knees and started really getting after it.
I didn’t even realize my dick was in my hand, not sure to this day how long I was stroking it before I even realized it. But there I was watching my sister get herself off if only a silhouette and doing the same.
As I climaxed on myself ( not wanting to get up and miss a second of the show, I heard her let out a passionate exhale and collapse on the bed. We just had our first mutual masturbation together, and we climaxed at the same time! Perfect!
Lance is actually the one with ridiculous ideas and he would make Pidge being in one of them too for “Science research” and do totally ridiculous things like full a pool with orbeez and try swimming in them.
He`s just so happy
He almost drowneed but it was worth it
Pidge has a Youtube channel with Lance and they both do shitty experiments like the “Hot knife vs coca cola” or “Punching a Samsung galaxy with a hammer” and Shiro comes by sometimes and does the holding knife or hammer cause he doesn`t trust the both of them with it.
Pidge still has a science channel with Hunk where they do “real science” as Hunk calls it.
Lance once convinced Hunk to grap himself in bubble paper and to throw him against the stairs for “Science”
It did not end well
Pidge called it
Lance has the photos hanging on his wall
He loves bubble paper
Lance knows how much into Gravity Falls Keith is so he would just drop by his house to marathon the entire series and bring popcorn with him and shitty candy and Keith doesn`t mind at all
He once just dropped by at 1 am and he knows the boy varely sleeps so he just went in
They fell asleep in the floor against the couch, both tangled with their sheets
Keith is secretly a Disney dork and only Pidge knows about it, so she would just randomly quoting his favorites movies or singing them with Lance and he would just go with it and Keith is always dying.
Shiro`s favorite movie is actually Shrek
Keith and Shiro used to watch it togheter when they younger.
Lance at the age of 12 didn`t know that Jennifet Lopez and JeLo was actually the same person
He`s deeply ashamed of that right now
And at the same time he couldn`t diferenciate Beyonce from Rhianna
It`s actually his dark age
He doesn`t talk never about that
Till the age of 19 Shiro still had braces
He`s totally chill about it unless someone shows photos to Allura
Coran once won the “Masters Chief”
Keith actually read all of “My immortal” because Pidge made him
He still has nightmares
Keith had an anime era when he was 14
Pidge had one too and she was 11
Lance actually saw Yuri on Ice with Hunk and he totally loves it
Tho he`s not into anime bUT MAN THEY`RE GAY
Hunk cries every time at the ending
They rewatched it at least 4 times the first month it ended
He`s like, super gay for Victor
Lance had once a crush on Shiro that lasted like 3 days
Then he meet kEITH
Hunk has a plushie colection and he has them in his bed back at homeç
Keith is actually a book nerd, he has read probably all the gay selection in the world
Pidge never uses the same socks, she always loses a pair
Shiro introduced Keith to Steven Universe at 15
Hunk is a history nerd, ask him about when julius cesar was stabbed 23 times, ask him about egipt, ask him about mesopotamia, he can tell you almost everything.
Hunk has 3 younger sisters, all triplets and are just 4 years younger than him.
Pidge once forgot entirely about her birthday and when everyone came to her house she just came by the stairs in her Danny phantom pijamas and ridiculously told everyone it was the 14th anyversary of the series.
Then proceded to get back to her room
Keith was the first to run to her direction
Eventually they all decided to have a small party in her room and watch a marathon
Lance once dressed himself as Kim possible and made Keith dress himself as Rom stoppable on halloween
Shiro went as that picture of Dwane Johnson with the turtle neck and his kangoroo packet
Pidge went as Spiderman
Hunk went as Wreck it ralph
Allura went as Garnet (Cus she`s a total dweb and i love her)
Coran was Gordon Ramsay cus he loves that man so much
Pidge has a parroot called Rover which sometimes tells profanities to weird people (Obviously taught by Pidge and Lance)
She loves Rover so much
I hope you enjoyed this as much as i did because i wrote this out of the nowhere by watching stupid videos for one hour
Destiel AU: Dean Winchester leaves Lawrence on a whim to go to visit his childhood best friend, Castiel Novak, at Stanford. He breaks in, intending to make this a surprise visit. but things don’t quite go as planned when Castiel initially mistakes him for an intruder. [read the ficlet on ao3]
didn’t know what possessed him to get in the Impala and drive across the
country. Or maybe he did, but he was too much of a chickenshit to admit it. It
certainly hadn’t been an easy trip. Stanford was thousands of miles away from
Lawrence. Twenty-six hours of drive-time if you followed the speed limit (which
he didn’t). So like it or not, ending up five states away at his best friend’s
doorstep at 1am was not something he could brush off as an accident, and that
It scared him that Cas might look at his
presence and know exactly what Dean was scared to say.
was a good thing he had a lot of practice ignoring his own feelings, because if
he’d really let himself appreciate the gravity of what he was doing, he
probably wouldn’t have been able to get out of the car. He made his way to the
front door, double checking the address on his phone. He could feel his heart
rate speeding up in anxious anticipation. He couldn’t believe it had been
months since they’d seen each other without the aid of computer screens.
Thinking about the last
time he’d seen Cas wasn’t really something he liked to do. He knew he had no
one but himself to blame for that day Cas had driven off, his long suffering
Pimpmobile full to bursting with clothes and furniture for his new apartment.They’d exchanged goodbyes on the sidewalk. Dean
had so many things he wanted to say but he’d swallowed them down so Cas
wouldn’t hear the lump that was stuck in his throat.
“I’ll see you at
Christmas,” Cas had said, trying to smile at him.
wanted to remind him that he could call anytime he wanted, that they would
Facebook message every day, that Dean would be thinking about him…but instead
all he’d done was nod solemnly. Cas grinned at him like he understood and
opened his arms for a hug.
Dean was usually the one
who held back from physical contact but this time he’d surprised himself,
pulling Cas in tight, breathing him in for what promised to be the last time in
a long time. He’d patted Cas’s back, instead of burying his head against Cas’s
shoulder the way he wanted.
After a moment they’d
pulled away and Cas had given Dean that look he reserved for the times when he
knew Dean wanted to say something but wouldn’t. That look that
promised not to judge him, if Dean could only lend himself the same courtesy.
But Dean wasn’t that much of a dick. He might have been in love with his best
friend, and sure, he might not have admitted it to himself until the worst
possible moment, but he certainly wasn’t going to ruin this day for Cas. His
friend had a long day of driving ahead of him today, and yet another one
tomorrow. He didn’t need to spend it thinking about how Dean was a giant cry
baby who didn’t want him to leave. Cas had great opportunities waiting for him
at Stanford, with even greater people, of this Dean was sure.
So after they’d said
their goodbyes, as Cas was getting into his car, Dean had dropped his hand on
Cas’s shoulder. For a moment he searched for the right words that would
encompass everything he wanted to tell him.
That Cas was the best
friend he’d ever had. That Dean was proud of him. That he was loved. There was
nothing that could quite do the job, or at least nothing he could let himself say.
But Cas was looking up at him with those big guileless blue eyes and Dean had
to say something.
“Don’t ever change,” Dean
told him, annoyed by the way his voice grew rough with emotion.
He’d thought about that moment a million times
in the months that followed, going over it again and again and wishing he’d
done it differently. But now was not the time to dwell on the past, now was the
time to remember everything he’d ever read about picking locks.