The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team
(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)
It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.
“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.
“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.
“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass.
“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.
“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.
“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.
“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.
At this point I just wish Lena Luthor is an evil that will destroy the whole National City….
except Supergirl (of course), Superfriends (James and Winn), Sanvers, people in DEO, people in National City, their houses,their buildings,their puppies,their kitties,good aliens…
PLEASE JUST DESTROY THAT FRAT DAXAMITE BOY ONLY OKAY??!!
Jimin's wrist size is 15cm... dainty wrists confirmed
#Confirmed Dainty Lil Bastard.
You know what’s great is I feel like he’s really embracing his daintiness lately. He used to be all like frat boy swagger and muscles and muscle tees and he kind of looked like the human personification of axe body spray, but now he’s like…. hey get a load of me in the xxl fluffy sweater and kitty choker…….. check these dainty sweater paws…… look at how tiny and boopable my nose looks in these massive glasses……..
College AU 1988 kaner is the president of his frat, Jonny is his weed dealer
totally didn’t read the ‘president of his frat’ part until after I wrote this, sorry anon! hope this is still okay!
“You’re back?” Jonny asks, opening the door to his dorm room and letting Patrick in. “Already?”
Patrick shrugs. “Been stressed lately,” he says, hoping it makes sense. People get high when they’re stressed, right?
“I feel you,” Jonny says, walking over to his stash. “The usual?”
Jonny pulls out a Ziploc bag of weed and hands it over to Patrick in exchange for cash. They’re hands brush and Patrick resists the urge to shiver or straight up jump the guy.
The thing is, Patrick doesn’t smoke weed. He tried it once and that was all he needed. He doesn’t deal well with the paranoia and he thinks it’s pointless to fuck up his body when he’s at the school on an athletic scholarship. Because of this, he shouldn’t be buying weed on a regular basis from Jonny Toews, but he just can’t help it.
He met Jonny a few months back when he tagged along with Bur on one of his visits. He’s come back almost every other week since. It’s obviously not the marijuana he’s addicted to, it’s those dark brown eyes and those unreal thighs.
I feel like I could write an essay on the toxicity of the relationship between Kara and the frat boy. But I’m busy being disappointed that this is what they are reducing Kara to. This show and her character deserves better.
THIS WHOLE THING IT JUST SUCH BULLSHIT!! KARA IS STRONG AND INDEPENDENT AND YOU WORKED ALL THIS TIME TO MAKE HER FALL INTO A TOXIC ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS FRAT BOY THAT HONESTLY CANT TELL WHAT HIS MORALS ARE AND WHAT HE'D DO FOR KARA. NOT TO MENTION YOU MADE JIMMY INTO A VIGILANTE THAT ON ITS OWN WAS A RUSHED PLOT LINE BUT THEN YOU BASICALLY ERASE HIM EVERY OTHER EPISODE. AND LIKE I AM JUST SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU WRITERS.
NOT TO MENTION MGANN,A CHARACTER WITH FULL POTENTIAL AND THEN TELEPORTED HER AWAY ejicofkfn what is this bullshit
we have lena “supergirl may have saved me but kara danvers you are my hero” luthor, supposedly evil??? though she keeps saving everyone?? who empowers, supports and adores kara and sends her flowers????
and we have mon-”you are my kryptonite”-el, who literally says kara makes him weak like she were some sort of alien anemia. lies to her about his feelings at first. doesn;t care when she asks him to save people and does whatever he feels like and is the frattiest frat boy but is considered ‘good’???
actually FULL OFFENSE BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO OWN MY SHIT UNLIKE MON-HELL WHO JUST PLACES THE BLAME ON KARA FOR BEING THE FRAT-BOY, STALE-WHITE-PIECE-OF-BREAD THAT HE IS anyway my point is MY HATE FOR HIM GROWS MORE EVERY PASSING SECOND okay thanks bye
Supergirl writers logic: To help make audiences like the controlling, douche frat guy Mon-el more, lets bring in a bigger controlling, douche frat guy. Then maybe they will start shipping Mon-el with Kara.