Am I the only one that doesn’t care at all that Mon El said that he loved Kara before Sanvers have said it? Like the relationship between Kara and Mon El is messy and lacks development, so I’m not surprised that he said that he loved her so quickly. In all honesty he may not even truly love her, she’s just the first person he’s truly been attached to and not a hook up, which he was doing on Daxam.
BUT Sanvers has been developed and I’m just waiting for that special moment that they actually say it. Not some type of “I’m saying this cause I don’t want to lose you bullshit,” but they say it cause it’s true. Cause they truly can’t live without one another and love each other, ride or die. When they do say it, it will be impactful and not easily forgotten like Mon El’s confession.
Sometimes it’s hard to explain to people how I simultaneously love girls so freaking much but also have internalized lesbophobia that makes it harder for me to view myself in a loving and committed relationships with a woman because of society’s fetishization of lesbians and wlw to the point where being with a girl just feels like I’m part of some kink to get straight men off
The name on his arm read Jack, which irritated Eric quite a bit, because how many Jacks had he met in his life? Why couldn’t he have a soulmate with a less common name, like Francisco or Axel or Bernard? And it didn’t help that his own name was ridiculously common, too. Jack and Eric. Eric had to admit, though, that he did like the sound of that.
Imagine cuddling with Woozi on the couch during movie nights and when he wasn’t responding to your questions, you look over to see what he is up to only to find out that he fell asleep, with his arms circled around your waist. Giggling at how cute your boyfriend is, you lean forward to place a kiss on his forehead before whispering a quiet ‘goodnight’ to him then covering yourselves with a blanket and drifting off to slumber.
You woke up that morning with a burning desire to piss more than anything else. You sprung out of bed and darted over to the bathroom to relieve yourself. After finishing up your business, you trotted over to the motel room bed. You just got snuggled back into your sheets when you heard the door open and shut. You peeked one eye open to see Sam walking into the room, little pieces of white fluff threaded into his hair.
“Please tell me that’s what I think it is?” You whispered over to the younger Winchester.
Sam nodded and said “The town is covered in it. It must’ve snowed all night and is still going now.”
You jumped out of bed and ran to the door, threw it open, and stepped into the winter wonderland that appeared over night. You smiled and twirled around in the slush. You could hear Sam laughing at you from the doorway.
“What’re you doing?” You could hear a gruff voice ask still clouded by sleep.
You turned and saw the elder Winchester rubbing his eyes and looking at you from next to his brother.
“It snowed!” You threw your arms up and smiled.
“I can see that. I’m wondering what you’re doing out there right now?”
That’s when you started to realize the absurdity of it, you standing in the middle of all that snow just wearing your pjs. You let your arms fall as another idea came to you. You walked back to motel room, breezed past both Winchester brothers and put on your shoes that you had discarded the night before and grabbed your coat, you then walked back to the doorway and pushed Dean out into the snow. You winked at Sam and slammed the door shut. You could hear the door click and then baritone laughter coming from the other side of the door. You turned to face the angry, half naked man.
“Did he just lock the door?” Dean asked as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.
You didn’t say anything, but nodded in confirmation, a smile as big as humanly possibly gracing your face.
“Oh, you’re both going to regret that, sweetheart.”
You ran as fast as you could, but Dean’s long legs were no match for you. He grabbed you by the waist and swung you around.
“Dean, let me go!”
“Never,” he said as he put you back on the ground. He kept his arms around you and pulled you into his body. “We’re just going to have to share body heat,” he mumbled into your ear.
You twisted around to face him and said “I can think of a few ways to share body heat.”
You both leaned in to share a kiss, but were interrupted by Sam, shouting from the doorway, “Hey, lovebirds, come back in before you catch your death.”
You placed a quick kiss on Dean’s lips and then ran back to the room, leading Dean by his hand.