Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.
Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.
Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.
And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.
Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.
“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.
Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.
The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.
Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”
Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”
Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”
“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”
Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.
Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.
“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”
“What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”
“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”
Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.
“Water.” Derek growls.
“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.
“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”
Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”
Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.
“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”
Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.
“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”
“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.
Headcanons for losers club meeting in group therapy.
I took this a bit further than I meant to, I hope you like it though because I love addressing mental health
(I based it off my own experiences and knowledge so I’m so so sorry if anything is not accurate)
- They all have the same therapist (she’s called Jackie) but they’ve never met each other
- she takes them all for different things
- Bill has depression from loosing his brother (‘n-n-not dead…j-j-just m-m-missing) and anger issues from getting frustrated with his stutter
- Beverly has depression and PTSD from her father and addiction to smoking
- Ben has social anxiety and topophobia from moving so much and getting bullied
- Mike has insomnia and PTSD from his parents death and having to work on the farm
- Richie has ADHD, bipolar disorder and addiction to smoking just from genetics and how his parents treat him
- Stan has chronic OCD and anxiety from his father being a perfectionist
- Eddie has chronic Mysophobia , anxiety and is the worst hypochondriac she’s ever seen
- She has problems with all of them being closed off for some reason
- Bill doesn’t like talking because when he tries to talk about loosing his brother his stutter gets worse, then he gets frustrated and gets overwhelmed
- Beverly just can’t bring herself to talk about it, talking about her dad sets off her PTSD and she gets super defensive about her smoking
- Ben is actually quite intimidated by Jackie, he knows deep down that she wants to help but can’t help but feel like he’s just putting his problems on someone else’s shoulders
- Mike is the easiest one to open up, he needs to know that someone is there and supporting him but at the same time he can’t talk about his parents without tearing up
- Richie talks about everything that isn’t his problems and wastes their hour pretty much every time, although some days he comes in and pours his little heart out
- Stan has told himself if he lets people know about his problems and says them out loud then it’ll make it all worse
- Eddies the only one who’ll willingly talk about what’s happening although he’s insecure about telling her incase she thinks he’s stupid
- so basically, she has a hard time with all of them but she still wants to help them all so bad
- So she proposes to her team leader that she should have an extra session with them once a week where they’re all together
- once she gets the all clear, she tells them about it
- They all agree sounded slightly worried and unwilling, other than Richie who was having a fantastic day and is ready to meet his new fucking friends
- the first session was…interesting to say the least
- Jackie set the chairs in a circle
- the first to arrive was Stan, he always needed to be early no matter what incase he missed something and took the seat next to Jackie
- Eddie was the second to arrive, he took the seat on the other side of her
- As a therapist, this warmed her heart as she knew they did that to feel safer
- She introduced them and got them talking about why bedrooms should be kept tidy, needless to say they become friends right away
- Bill was the third to arrive, he had gotten the wrong room at first and was kinda upset
- he walked in whispering the paragraph that helped his stutter, looking down
- He didn’t look up until he was sitting down at the furthest seat from Jackie in the circle
- She started to introduce them but he honestly wasn’t listening, he was too busy staring at the cute boy with curly hair in front of him
- Stan catches him staring but that doesn’t stop him, he just watches as Stan’s cheeks redden
- next to arrive is Ben and Mike, they weren’t really friends yet but they helped each other find the room
- And finally, Bev and Richie walked in taking as if they had been friends for years (slightly late)
- apparently Richie’s lighter had given up on him so Bev offered hers up, they became friends pretty quickly
- Ben is awestruck by Bev
- They both sat in the remaining two seats left
- As soon as Richie sat down he noticed the small boy next to Jackie and ended up doing the exact thing Bill did with Stan
- Jackie goes around the circle, asking everyone to introduce themselves and their problem and also say how they’re feeling today
- When it comes to Richie, he’s still looking at Eddie
- ‘I’m Richie, I have ADHD and I’m so fucking gay right now’
- Everyone (including Jackie) laughs, they like Richie already
- The session went okay, nothing too interesting happened and they just talked about stuff
- Jackie definitely noticed how they became more open as the hour passed by
- Although Richie spends most the time flirting with Eddie
- Stan leaves last, Bill waits for him by the front door and Stan swears he didn’t tear up a little
- Bill does this and walks Stan home after every session, after the sixth time they start holding hands
- Eddie eventually grows super fond of Richie so one day when said boy walks in and doesn’t talk or even really look up the whole hour, Eddie is pretty worried
- after the session, Jackie asks to talk to Richie privately and Eddie waits by the front of the building even though it’s raining
- Richie comes out after ten minutes, sniffling with red tearful eyes
- ‘Oh hey, Eddie spaghetti….isn’t your mom worried you’re not home yet?’
- 'I’m more concerned about you than my mom right now’
- Richie offers to walk Eddie home, giving Eddie his black denim jacket littered with patches somewhere along the way
- Richie also uses this time to explain his ADHD and bipolar disorder to Eddie
- 'Is there any chance I could get my jacket back? I’ll probably stay out for a bit’
- 'Sure…why are you staying out if it’s raining?’
- 'Just, parents and stuff yanno’
- with that, Eddie demands Richie stay over until his mum comes back or the rain stops
- Ben starts writing little notes and poems which he puts on Bev’s seat before every session and are signed anonymously
- Bev thinks it’s Bill at first but she sees Stan and Bill holding hands on the way home so she crosses him off the list
- one day, whilst she’s out smoking to get away from her dad she bumps into Richie
- she decides he’s a good smoking buddy and they become close, sneaking out pretty much every night to smoke together
- Richie saw Ben putting a note on Bev’s seat one day and honestly he just can’t keep it to himself
- 'Why don’t you ask Ben if he’s your secret admirer?’
- 'I might just do that’
- She leaves a note on his seat one day, with her number and the words 'my heart burns there too’
- To say Jackie is pleased with them and her decision to make their group is an understatement
so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important
THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS
THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX
there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo
anyway enjoy ily all
summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees
pairing: richie and eddie
Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all.
Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades.
“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.
A cry for help: The Arch of Steven’s Mental Health.
Brace people, this is kind of dark. Honestly, the only wild ride I’ve been seeing in SU is Steven’s deteriorating mental health and self perception. He’s only 14, he’s been asked to be way too mature for his age, and some insane expectations are placed upon him- most likely accidentally- by his elders. That he’s in some way the person fated to continue his mother’s work (even if no one has told him what it was, exactly), that he is his mother, and therefore he’s to blame for all the shit she did, and no one has told him otherwise (i mean, Bismuth did, but we all know what happened there). Of course Steven’s not to blame on this. As much as I love Greg and the Gems, a lot of Steven’s current mental caos is on them too. They did the best they could with what they had, but when raising a kid and dealing with a teen, that’s often not enough.
So, we can examine Steven’s character AS IT IS NOW, with some specific factors:
Teenagerhood: We’ve all been- some of you are- there. Steven is 14, as I said, those years are chaotic, confusing and weird, you’re figuring yourself and your identity, slowly coming to terms with the changes in your life and body and starting to discover what you want of life. And that’s without being your own mother and having the impending end of the world on your shoulders, just imagine what teenager years will do to someone as kind and traumatized as Steve(v.Book 7 Harry). Of course he’s bottling everything up and not trusting anyone, he’s in a confusing period while the world is demanding him to keep a straight face and a clear mind, of course he developed unhealthy coping mechanis, which brings me to:
Missplaced guilt and Individuality: The big, mayor issue I see here is Steven subconsciously crying for help in the form of “this mess is all my (my mother’s) fault, it’s my sole responsability to fix it haha”, and NO ONE is fucking correcting him. Steven developed this fixation with self sacrificing because he lost himself at some poin. Not hard to do being a teen with horrible expectations hanging over you, but somewhere along the road, Steven kind of gave up trying to assert his own identity actively and settled for being a less messy extention of his mother. He seems to have embraced the whole “i’m my mom” narrative, and thinks the only way to repair his mom’s awful mistakes(hang on with that one) is to offer himself as a scape goat for all the pain she has caused. That way, he kills two birds with a stone: Offers reparations and saves the earth, AND puts and end to Roses’ existence and shenanigans. The Steven we’ve been seeing lately is packed with self blaming and self loathing, between thinking of himself as a less-than version of his mother, and the heir to all of her consequences. He knows he isn’t like her in the good ways, but he’s started to think he is like her in all the bad ones.
Distorted Perception: Steven’s judgement is clouded. He’s his own unreliable narrator. He’s not being able to process things objectively (or as close as one can get to actual objectivity), and I think the gems really should step in here. He keeps getting bits of the story, and Steven’s already traumatized mind can will fill those gaps with worse-case scnearios. He’s an optimistic at heart, but he has seen too much dark shit already, and too many of his childhood perceptions of the world have been shattered (Monsters are really gems; gems can get corrupted; his Mom started a war; his Mom hurt other gems in said war; Betrayed her friends; allegedly killed a living being; etc.) for him to even know what to think anymore.
He can’t stand the fact that his mother betrayed Bismuth and “killed” Pink Diamond, he can’t even process new information because of the disgust he’s feeling for his mother’s actions. In the trial, he was provided with evidence that Rose in fact didn’t shatter Pink Diamond, and it went ollimpically over his head. He’s confusing facts and time periods (Rose never used The Breaking Point) without stopping o rethink it, he’s fixated in the version of the story he put together and again, no one is fucking challenging that view.
His family: Steven’s journey with Identity and self assertion is coming to a halt, he’s forgotten th fact that he is loved, wanted, and worthy. Beyond Rose Quartz, the gems, or his powers. Steven, along the way, has forgotten that he is an individual and not an exchange coin, even though he knows deep down that his family loves him, he’s keeping these feelings to himself because he doesn’t feel like he deserves any of it. And that’s truly heartbreaking. I’m surprised at how absent they’ve been of Steven’s emotional world lately, but more than that, I think they have to let go of Rose Quartz, and breack the vow of secrecy. They are painful memories, I get it, but their kid is tearing himself appart here. I think is long overdue that this family just sit down, and has a serious conversation.
So pease somebody sit him down, make him spill the beans, and fucking hug him because he needs to get out his head, and can’t do it alone.
In the large mansion, isolated from the bustling
city, a place was covered in mystery, a place was covered in death. On these grounds, an atmosphere
so thick laid like a blanket around the house, suffocating the people in it.
One shouts so loud that the people outside-
the butler, chef, and gardener- cringe in hurt. They know what is real. They
pack their backs and get ready to get out. They know what is happening. One,
sadly, is still shrouded from it.
William shouts as loud as his lungs could
Celine? Come out! You got me! This was an elaborate prank, you got me, now,
At first, it was a call for them, come on, pleasepleasepleasecomeout. No one’s dead,
right? But as time went on, it was becoming a chant. A chant of his heart,
for his mind, to keep working, keep moving, keep calling. They’re not dead.
They’re playing a prank.
“Come on William.” He whispered to himself,
fiddling with his lenses. “Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. D-Don’t…” He
swallowed, a sharp short pain in his dry throat. “They’re not dead. Come on!
A voice calls from his back, and he looked at the
corner of his eyes. A cracked mirror.
His friend, reflected on the smooth, jagged surface. A look of anger, vengeance, burning. “Stop.”
understand, Mark.” He grits out in a faux happy tune, but both knew it was
fake as it can get. “Those two- they were— are, my friends. For years! And you know they love pranks. They’ve got to
get out soon!”
The other man steps forward, and it was
only this time did William register the familiar cane in his hands. A surge of
disbelief ran through him, and blindly, as if his body knew what his mind
wanted to do before it instructed him, walked briskly towards the other and
snatched the cane, clutching it close to his chest.
“This- this isn’t yours. It’s Damien’s.
Not. Not yours.” He stammered, not knowing why. Was it anger? Disbelief? Or was
he hurting already? What did it feel to hurt? “You’re not supposed to hold it.
It’s his. Mayor’s.”
“You shut your mouth!” He retaliated, hands
shaking, and he felt his body drop. ‘Stop.’
He yelled desperately in his mind, a
slow hysterical feel creeping in his internal voice. ‘Stand tall! At ease! Parade rest! God fucking-‘
A firm hand landed on his shoulder. A
familiar touch, yet not so. It felt cold, as if owner’s anger that he was
feeling was ice-hot. William blinked the tears from his eyes, and removed his
glasses, drying the tears on them. And-how peculiar was that. He was on his
knees. When was he on his knees? Did he do something wrong?
“Did I kill them?” He asked no one, no one
in particular, absolutely removing anyone around him from his midst. He was
alone in this room, wasn’t he? Or was the man behind him, no, not just a man,
Mark, behind him? “No, no, I didn’t, right? Mark’s alive?”
“Oh god. Oh god. Goodness gracious. I
thought- and Celine, and Damien, and-and-and, and Y/N, right, I didn’t kill
them?” He tried to stand, but his knees were too wobbly, and he had to balance
himself upright. “Mark, I didn’t kill them?”
Mark didn’t answer. The anger that was
projected on his face earlier waned, morphing into something drastic, pitying,
hurting, all at once. “William- I, I’m trying to tell you, please, listen-“
William’s smile grew, a painful one, and
his eyes, oh his eyes, filling up with hot tears.
“Mark, I didn’t kill them?!” He asked once
more, and he stumbled, losing grip. He stared at the cane first before looking
up at the other’s face. “T-Tell me, you’re alive?”
“I-“ Mark brought his hand up to his face,
massaging his nose. “It’s hard to explain, but yes, I am alive, but- but not in
the way that I used to be. William.” He bent down and gripped the steadily
hysterical man. “William, listen to me. I am alive. But I- I am Celine. I am
Damien. We’re both here, but- but we’re dead, William. Do you understand?”
The man stared at him, and Dark, who had
been just letting his anger reign himself in, bit his lip, seeing the absolute
pain in his eyes. Celine and Damien, in his conscious, struggled, gasped. Both
tried to control themselves to project the man they wanted to take vengeance as.
Then they heard the ramblings. The
ramblings, by god, the ramblings,
they figured out, my god, where was
their friend going?
“D-Damien in the body? C-Celine in the
body? That’s- that’s great! They’re not dead! Mark’s not alive! That’s even
greater! No one’s dead! No one’s dead! F-Fuck, no one’s dead!
However when they saw their childhood
friend break, absolutely break, Dark
knelt, and shed a few tears.
“William, please.” He looked at his friend.
The other man stood up, fast as lightning,
and shouted upwards. “No one’s dead! They’re all alive! Hah! G-Good one, good
one!” He smiled, a painstaking, hysterical, twisted, and deranged smile. “That
must be pretty harsh! To be there in there! What do you call yourselves?”
In a small, but relenting voice, he
whispered, “Dark.” And he winced at the bigger smile that took over his friend’s
face. “William, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes!” He smiled, and- were those tears? Tears
of a man so far from reality. Tears from a man who can’t accept reality and
forged his own. Tears that signified the great loss of a man.
Dark stood up, and looked at him, with
baited breath. Celine and Damien’s friend’s sanity was long gone. In a broken
giggle, William beamed widely.
“No one’s dead! No one is dead!”
And that was the final straw for Damien. In
Dark’s mind, he paced gripped his lapels as hard as he can, and grinded out
through his teeth his words.
“He fucking did this to him! Look at him!
Fuck, Celine!” He demanded, and Celine watched his tirade, eyes widening as she
saw the anger overtake him. “He took everything away from us! He took me. I
could deal with that. He took you, and I couldn’t. But- but William! The man
was damaged enough as it is! That fucking son of a bitch-“
“Don’t Damien please me, Celine!” His voice
was getting higher. “No matter what we could do, magic arts or not, there is no
way with helping William anymore! All he sees is Dark, Mark’s face, accommodating
us, and we don’t have any way to show him that we’re here. He doesn’t
comprehend it!” He yelled, watching her reactions. “You cannot tell me that I shouldn’t destroy his work, his loved ones,
his life! Look at how he destroyed him without an ounce of thought!”
Celine bit her lip and exhaled. “Damien. I-“
A gunshot suddenly brought them out of
their reverie. Dark blinked, looking at the scene in front of him. A bullet, on
the floor, punctured. William, with a gun on his hand, looking lost, like a
child without their parents. His eyes wide, he turned a questioning look at the
other, who smiled in response.
“You weren’t responding to me.” He laughed,
and something unsettling was in his eyes. “I just wanted to check if you were
still there. With me. Alive.” He put the gun in his holster. “Y-You weren’t
moving, and I know I didn’t put a bullet in you, so you couldn’t have died- but
you weren’t moving anymore, so I figured, why not put a bullet on you?” He
chuckled even louder. “That seems to bring people alive!”
Dark chose to be silent, and Celine could
only sob in her hands, as Damien stood up tall in Dark’s subconscious,
unyielding, and hateful. He watched his childhood friend, his comrade, the man he had grew up with, the man he sought out in times of trouble, break as if he was just a plaything; crumble, as if his sanity was just an insignificant sand in the wind; and disappear into a pit of madness, right before his eyes.
Dark’s body to stand, and hug the other man, whispering reassurances that he
was alive. William would nod and whisper “No one’s dead” again and again, further angering Dark.
This was all Mark’s fault. This was all
Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault.
And he will pay.
So. What do you guys think? Hope you like it! Comments will be appreciated ahaaaa
you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where
the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big
sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with
him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is
awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who
played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered
and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea —
is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he
tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he
does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on
her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that
on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them
“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.
Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.
“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.
“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.
“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.
“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.
“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.
“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”
I’m gonna say it: Lena Luthor loves Kara Danvers.loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why.
first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I’ll explain my reasonings.
the thirst factor
“I’ve never stood behind a man”
“I’m here for you, if you still want that”
“I miss you”
“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”
“I trust you”/Catco
ok let’s get started:
first, the doughnuts.
lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara.
the lip bites, holy fuck. I’m going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god.
lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love.
I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell.
next, lena’s thirst factor.
girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara!
exhibit A: theirfirst meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water
exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)
exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af
exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk
exhibit E: y’all see where I’m going with this, right?
their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates
lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite.
what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?
this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I’m pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for…
she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns…
the flowers: plumerias
these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special”
and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.
lena being a hero
she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero.
lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.
in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could’ve easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight.
and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it’ll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.
and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO… hot damn, she’s my hero.
lena’s never stood behind a man
*eh hem* I’ll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration.
“I’m here for you, if you still want that”
Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I’m right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to.
yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn’t want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes.
“I miss you”
this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.
“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”
now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit”
so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji
a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could’ve replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.
and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”
lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she
lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love.
she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves.
anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion.
*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don’t know if they actually will, let’s hope.
edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything… oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml
Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.
HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion
Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?
Just call him. Just call him. Just call him!
He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed.
What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…
Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold.
In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.
“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.
“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”
“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”
“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest.
“You that worried about me?”
“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes.
“So why’d you call anyway?”
This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood.
“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.
“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.
“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.
“I… I dunno… I just….”
Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.
“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers.
Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.
“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator.
“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”
“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”
Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.
“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”
Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.
“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”
“Whoa what? You found…?”
“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”
“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.
“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.
“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”
“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.
“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever!
Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”
Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.
A lump forms in Keith’s throat.
“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.
Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.
“Did you just…?!”
“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.
“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.
“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.
“I don’t think I can just take one.”
“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.”
Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.
“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”
“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”
A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.
“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator.
“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”
He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave.
“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.
“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”
Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind.
No. He can’t run back now. Not yet.
“I’ll be back.”
“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.
Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.
Request from @jyttoaudios: I was wondering if u could make a smut where you and tom are friends with benefits and he gets all sensitive over the fact that your starting to see someone and it leads to to a lil angst and a lil sum sum us know what I’m saying hmmmmm
A/N: hopefully you enjoy Pt.1 xx- Mikayla
Rolling over you get out of the bed quietly. Picking up your phone and unplugging it off the charger. Bending down you pick up a shirt slipping the article of clothing on. Looking back at the bed, your longing gaze breaking as you exit the bedroom. Your feet padded against the flooring slightly as you headed towards the stairs. Memories of last night flashed through your head sending a throbbing sensation down to your core.
Yawning and stretching your arms as you made it down each step slowly. Your body exhausted from the night before. Tessa’s tags jingled made you look over. She was standing on the couch now looking at you. A happy smile on her sweet face. Walking over you press a kiss to her head and rub her ears. Seeing a happy Tess when you woke up always made your day.
Tessa jumps off the couch and follows you towards the kitchen. Clicking the power button on your phone to see it’s twelve thirty. Turning on the coffee pot you lean against the counter. Your hip slightly digging into the counter which you regretted quickly. A twinge of pain makes you stop leaning against the counter and lift your shirt up.
Your skin was tinted purple with long bruises from where Tom’s fingers were last night. The skin sensitive and dark in some areas. A loud sound comes from the coffee machine indicating the coffee was ready. Moving your coffee mug you grasp the handle and pull it out of its home. Pouring the hot liquid in the cup your phone starts ringing loudly.
Putting the coffee away you reach to grab your ringing phone. You were afraid the sound would rise upstairs and wake Tom. Almost dropping it out of quickly grabbing it you let out a sigh of relief when it doesn’t fall. Hitting the green button you raise the phone to your ear. A smile on your face after you saw who was calling.
“Good morning, you still on for today?” He asks as you reach for the dog food. Placing it on the counter you grab Tessa’s bowl.
“Yeah, I’m at a friends house so I’ll have to go home and get ready for tonight” Filling up the bowl you see her waiting by her water bowl. Tail wagging happily as she awaits her food. Setting it down you pat her head and she starts munching away.
“I bet you’ll look gorgeous no matter what” his voice was deep from him probably just waking up. He’s the one you’ve been calling when you couldn’t talk to Tom. It was hard just being friends with benefits with Tom. You wanted a relationship aspect.
“Oh stop it Leo, you’re such a charmer” you giggle taking a sip of your coffee. The caffeine rushing through your system to wake you up. The two of you had plans to meet at a coffee shop to just have a relaxing date. Coffee was perfect because you had to work on a term paper that night anyways. If you had tea you would want to wind down and procrastinate longer on your assignment.
“I can’t help it you’re absolutely stunning, I don’t know how anyone can pass you up” he chuckles making you smile. You couldn’t help but blush at what he says.
“Alright well I’ll see you soon okay?”
“Later love, see you soon” the line ends with a beep as you set your phone down on the counter. Tessa barks loudly making you turn around to see Tom walking over shirtless and in sweatpants. Your eyes traveling down his body admiring his abs.
“Good morning love, you’re up early” Tom grins sleepily walking towards you. Reaching up he runs his fingers through his tousled curls. His bicep flexing as he did that motion. Tom is irresistible with that body of his. Placing your mug by the sink it clinks against the countertop.
“I have plans today, I needed coffee to wake myself up even more” you explain as he gets closer to you. Backing you against the counter with nowhere to go. The feeling of your heart beating faster and faster started making you uneasy.
“I thought we were going to spend the day together since I’m back in town?” the warmth of his hand against your cheek was soothing. Leaning your face into the skin of his palm you let out a sigh.
“Well I made plans before you came back, I’ll be home for you tonight isn’t that fair enough?” it was unfair that you had to revolve your plans around him. You were the one always having to wait for him to come home. With this friends with benefits situation and adding that he’s a celebrity made it feel like a one way street.
“You always spend the time I’m here with me an-”
“I have to go get my stuff so I can leave” Brushing past Tom you head back towards the stairs. He smelled heavenly and you needed to leave as soon as you could. He was too damn tempting for your own good. That’s probably why you go back to him all the time. You just couldn’t stay away.
Walking into Tom’s room you see your clothes littered across the floor. Your heels were on separate sides of the room. Not even remembering how they got there. Taking off Tom’s t-shirt you pick up your dress off of the floor. Slipping it on you then pick up both of your heels. Putting them you groan realizing this looks like a walk of shame.
Rolling your eyes because of how it looks you grab your purse that was at the foot of the bed on the ground. Grabbing it you take a cursory glance of his room. Just to see if you left anything. Leaving the room you make your way down the stairs. Your heels clicked once they made contact with the wood flooring when you reached the bottom.
“Have fun on your date” Tom’s voice comes from around the corner. Turning the corner you see him holding your phone. The screen lighting up with notifications on the screen.
“You didn’t go through my phone did you?” snatching it out of his grasp you see Leo’s name on the messages. Your eyes scanning the messages quickly checking he didn’t say anything. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t know your password.
“That you two are meeting at our spot? No I didn’t go through your phone but I did answer it” your eyes widening at what he just said. He could have said something to Leo and you have no clue what it could have been.
“Fuck you Holland..” you grit pushing him away from you. His bare chest firm under your palm.
“Well you did last night.. Might I add you weren’t complaining either” his cocky smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to slap it off so hard, your hand was trembling by your side.
“I can’t believe you’re acting like this.. It’s like you’re envious Tom” the tone that voice had was flat as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes crossing his arms, biceps bulging when he did that.
“I’m am not.. Who is this guy anyways?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything Tom.. I’ll see you tonight” taking your car keys off the hook you leave his house. Closing the door a little harder than normal you take a deep breath. Making your way across the street you walk down the sidewalk towards your car.
Pulling your glasses out you put them on. Unlocking your car you get in and take off towards your home. Your phone was ringing but you just ignored it. At the moment you didn’t want to talk to anyone because of how frustrated Tom made you feel. All the time it was an array of emotions.
“I can’t believe he answered the goddamn phone” you mutter to yourself as you turn the corner and proceed down the road. Your phones loud ringing makes you emit an annoyed growl. Reaching over you pick up your phone off of the seat.
“What is it Tom, I’m not going back to your house for a -”
“Uh love.. It’s Leo is everything okay? So you really were at a guys house?” his question making your heart drop. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid.
“I just crashed at his place is all, I got too drunk to drive home” you lie gritting your teeth after cause lying was the thing you hated the most.
“I’ll see you at the coffee shop later, just wanted to check on you after what he sa-”
“What did he say?” the sound of your voice rose a bit from your nerves. You hated every second of what’s happening at the moment.
“That you stayed the night with him in his bed”
“Of course he would say that” you huff out resting your phone on your shoulder as your cheek was pressed against your phone. The position keeping it in place as you made your way home. You normally had to drive around for a while before going home. Paparazzi loved to follow you around and it was fucking obnoxious. Sadly that’s what you get for being in any proximity of Tom.
“I’m sorry what he said Leo, we just go way back and Tom’s a little asshole alright?” quoting Mackie as you get out of your car once it’s in park. Leo says his goodbyes before you hang up the phone holding it in your left hand.The gravel next to your driveway crunched under your heels as you walked towards your front door. Fishing out your keys from your purse you put the key in the lock.
Turning the key you twist the handle opening the door. It creaked as the door moved with you walking inside. The heater doing it’s job welcoming you into warmth. Today was a chilly day in London and you were glad your heater wasn’t broken. It had a tendency to break when you desperately needed it the most.
Your dog comes walking up to you with a happy bark. Kneeling down you ruffle her ears. Her spotted tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her head you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Pictures of you and Tom from when you first became friends were around your house. Especially the ones of the events you went to. Along with your family you had photos with Tom’s family.
Picking up Kayley’s water bowl you hold it under the sink as you fill it up. Her tags jingle making you look over. She was jumping up and down, her long tail wagging in excitement. She was a year older than Tessa but bigger due to being a Rottweiler mix Lab. The two of them were best buds whenever you would have Tessa over to watch her if Nikki couldn’t.
“C’mon love let’s go to the closet and pick out an outfit for tonight yeah?” after you set her bowl down she follows you upstairs. Kayley of course made it up the stairs first as always. She sat at the top waiting for you to make it up the stairs.
The lighting of the coffee shop was dim thankfully. Your migraine had grown over the span of time that you were home. Tom was trying to lure you back to his place. All he wanted was a hookup and today you just wanted to be with Leo. Locking your door you one more time you turn and head towards the doorway.
Opening the door you head inside the cozy warm building. Shrugging off your coat and slinging it over your arm. Looking around your eyes scan the room for Leo. His dark hair was the first thing you saw. Leo’s eyes met yours and a smile raising to his face. His smile infectious as one rose to your face. He truly is a handsome man with his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that made you feel as if you were drifting out to see the longer you looked into them.
“Hey love, can you believe the weather outside?” his accent thicker in person than on the phone. Setting your coat down on the chair at your table you give him a peck on the cheek.
“I’m honestly glad I brought a jacket” realizing it’s a jacket Tom bought you instantly making you mentally face palm yourself. The barista keeps looking over at you making you uncomfortable. She knew you came here with Tom often.
As time went by the more and more you found out about Leo. Sure you two have been talking for two months but now you seemed to find out even more. He told you about the adventures he went on when he traveled last summer. That was one of your favorite things, traveling. You wish you could’ve traveled with Tom but his manager didn’t want people getting the wrong Idea.
Which made it harder for you because you fell for Tom. Feelings took over and destroyed your thoughts on being friends with benefits. You never truly knew how Tom felt about you so you just kept letting that arrangement continue. The longer Tom was away the more you felt alone. That’s a big reason why you started trying to find someone. When you finally met Leo you thought things could change. After today you knew it was going to end badly.
“Now what was it that you really wanted to talk about, you said you needed to be honest with me about something” Leo hands you your coffee that he ordered for you. Earlier you sent him a text of what you wanted.
“I wanted to explain more about earlier and why I was really at Tom’s house”sweat started to form on your palms. Nerves were kicking in on how you were going to explain this. Praying to God he would understand everything.
“So you took him to our place and in our spot?” the familiar voice making you freeze in your spot. Your eyes wide seeing Leo’s facial expression turn into confusion. Looking back you see Tom in a black coat and his curls slightly messy from the wind. His fingers run through them smoothing down a bit.
“What do you mean by our?” Leo questions raising an eyebrow looking between the two of you. Before you could say anything Tom has a smirk on his face. That damn fucking smirk.
“As in her and I come here, this is our spot and you coincidently choose our spot before she came here?”
“Tom stop it now, go home I said I’d see you later and now is not later” you huff standing up so you’re now looking up at him. Some people looked over and some had their phones out. The last thing Tom needed was drama being started.
“So this is the famous Tom Holland” Leo says bluntly standing up from his seat. You looked over at him questioningly because you never mentioned Tom’s last name.
“Yeah I am.. Oh darling.. You forgot these in my bed last night” Tom reaches into his pocket pulling out your red lace thong. A gasp leaves your mouth as you snatch them out of his hand. Reaching for your purse you put them in there. Your cheeks were flaming from embarrassment.
“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? That you’re sleeping with him?” Leo’s tone was flat as he looked down at you. His figure was a bit taller than Tom’s so you felt like he was towering over you.
“Are you mad she was calling my name out last night and not yours?” Tom sounded so smug as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. Tom’s lips press against yours in a quick kiss. Your hands naturally going to his face , his jawline against your palm. Tom pulls away from the kiss , his fingers still holding your chin. Looking over you see Leo looking pissed off at the two of you.
“ Why you lil-” Leo lunges at Tom making your fight or flight instincts kick in. The name that comes out of your lips surprises you. Stepping in front of Tom, Leo’s fist ends up hitting you instead. A whimper of pain escaping your lips as Tom pulls you into his arms.
“I-I’m so sorry” Leo looks panicked as he sees you rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder. Tom’s arm rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. All that was happening you were shaking like a chihuahua.
“Ever come near her again and you won’t like what I will do, got it?” Tom grits out at Leo, his body tense as you leaned against him.
“If I would have known you were whoring around with him I would have never considered dating y-”
“Get the fuck out of here before I beat the fuck out of you for hitting my girl” his voice lashed out at Leo making the coffee shop go silent. Leo mumbled something before taking off towards the entrance.
Looking around there were people with their phones out. The barista comes over telling people to please put their phones away. She sticks her arms out standing in the way blocking people. Tom’s finger lifted your chin so you’d look up at him. His eyes looked concerned as he gazed down at you. A bit of your heart shattered as you looked at him. Your chance of a normal relationship just went out the door.
“C’mon darling, let’s go home.. We need to talk about things”
Jungkook quickly jogged in the direction of your dorm room. How could he be so stupid? Even if Y/F/N was his pen pal, he was willing to let go of you and your friendship? After everything? What a dick move, he thought to himself.
He didn’t know why you were the one apologizing when he was the dick who didn’t even look in your direction for the past two weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t open the door.
“Y/N?” He lightly knocked on your room door. Were you even there?
“He’s here,”he heard a low voice through the door.
“Shut up, Tae!” He heard you shush through the door.
“Y/N, I know you’re there,” Jungkook sighed, leaning his arm against the door.
“I don’t need to hear it. I know I lied to you and I’m sorry, okay?” You murmured.
“You’re not the one who should be apologizing. It’s me, really.”
“Yeah. I was an inconsiderate asshole who deserted you. Sure, I was hurt because I thought you were just averting me from meeting my pen pal whom you knew all along. But a part of me knew you wouldn’t do that. Yet, I didn’t listen to that part of me. So I stopped seeing you. At first, it felt like I was empty but then it hurt. Really hurt. I saw you around, alone at the cafe or on campus and damn, I was crushed. But I had my stupid pride and ignored your obvious sadness. You don’t know how much I wanted to walk up to you sometimes, but those times were when I was around Y/F/N.”
He heard you scoff at the mention of her name. He continued, “I honestly can’t believe that I was willing to give you up over something so stupid. You’re way too special to me, Y/N.”
“Meaning?”Taehyung shouted from the other side of the door, urging him to go on. Jungkook heard the sound of a smack and Taehyung winced,“Ow!”
From beside you, Taehyung sat criss-crossed, rubbing his arm which had a newly formed red mark on it. “What was that for?”
“Be quiet, would you?” You pleaded, nodding your head towards the door.
“Meaning I care about you…a lot. Maybe a little too much, for my own good,” Jungkook replied vaguely. What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to urge him to elaborate but it seems, once again, Taehyung beat you to the punch.
“Y/N, I love you.”
Before you could process what Jungkook had just said, an inhuman sound was heard from next to you.
Turning your head to the side, you saw Taehyung laying on the ground, clutching his chest, and his eyes shut.
“Namjoon hyung owes me twenty dollars!” He hollered, jumping up. “Y/N, I’m helping you out here. Have fun!” Taehyung opened the door and made eye contact with Jungkook for a split second, before breaking out into a grin.
“Good luck,” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s arm and slid past him and ran out of your dorm. Your eyes stayed glued to the carpet floor under you.
“You what?” You managed to speak.
Rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly, he sighed, “Yeah, I know; funny way of showing it, right? But I guess I was just so hurt by what you ‘did’, and my pride got in the way.”
As if breaking out of your daze, you shook your head, “But I lied to you first. Yeah, you made me feel like absolute shit, but it was my fault. If I didn’t lie in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.” You stood up in front of him.
“You had a good reason,” He said, softly.
“Being insecure? Wow, what a great reason,” You rolled your eyes at yourself.
Jungkook took hold of your hands, “I made you feel insecure. I was rude enough to accuse you for not being my pen pal once I got here. I’d do the same if a girl showed up at my door and looked at me the way I looked at you. But believe me, I never looked at you like that again.”
When you said nothing, he took it as an opportunity to keep talking, “As we kept hanging out, I realized how freaking attracted I was to you. Not because of your appearance, not gonna lie though, you rock the whole I don’t give a fuck about my hair look, but because of your personality. Whenever you were looking away or telling a story, man, I only had eyes for you. Call me cheesy but I don’t care. Y/N, I definitely don’t deserve you but please take into consideration my apology,” Jungkook pled, not letting go of your hands.
Looking down at his hands holding yours, you realized just how well they fit together. Feeling your cheeks heat up, as if you were just remembering that he was confessing, you looked away.
“Kook, I know you hurt me, but I forgive you.”
“That easily? No way. Can’t you yell at me or scold me?”
“Kook, I’m not your mother. I forgive you. It’s Y/F/N who I don’t, nor will ever forgive.”
Biting his lip, he looked down at you. “No offense because I knew you two were friends at one point, but she’s annoying as hell.”
“Oh, I know,” you scoffed with laugh.
“Seriously! If she wasn’t exposed I probably would’ve found out sooner that she wasn’t my pen pal. She was so…clingy? Definitely not my Sarcastic Princess,” he finished with a smirk.
“Your Sarcastic Princess, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I still can’t believe I didn’t realize. You’re the same person! I mean, at least I don’t feel bad anymore, though,” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Feel bad about what?”
“I was kind of torn…I had this small crush on her but then I had feelings for you and you have no idea how confused I was as to how I could like two people at the same time. Turns out, it wasn’t two people.”
Rolling your eyes with a smile, you said, “Well, hey, if it makes you feel any better, the feelings are mutual.”
“They are? Even after–”
“If my actions were so easily forgiven by you, why can’t be yours?” You shrugged. “Plus, who needs drama? I miss our lazy days when all we cared about was that essay we needed to write for the next day.”
“I like the sound of that,” Jungkook smiled, thoughtfully. If he didn’t love you as much before, he certainly did now. Relationships weren’t perfect, but for the two of you, your fizzle happened before it actually started, and that was okay.
“So? Past is in the past?”
“First I need to do one thing…Hm, make that two things,” Jungkook grinned.
“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Firstly,” He began, before cupping your cheeks and placed a soft peck to your lips. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make your heart race.
After pulling away with a cheeky smile, Jungkook grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the room.
“Secondly, how about we get some revenge?”
WOOP WOOP I LIED! ONE MORE PART OR SO AFTER THIS ONE!
No one knew Eddie Kaspbrak better than himself. Even his closest friends didn’t know who he really was, who he wanted to be, who he wished he could be. But then Richie Tozier came along, with his wild hair, passion for film making, and annoying talent of making Eddie’s heart beat faster than normal, and he finally found someone who knew him better than he knew himself. And that scared the shit out of him.
Summary: You go through college pretty much unnoticed, keeping to yourself and getting on with classes, until you bump into the object of your daydreams and your college experience is changed for the better Words: 4.1k Sam x Deaf!Reader (Stanford!Era) Warnings: none
Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.
“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.
“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”
“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”
“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”
“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.
“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”
“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”
It is a beautiful Saturday night, the weather is warm, the stars are shining and your apartment smells like fresh baked cookies. What else could a girl want? You are almost falling asleep on your couch when you hear your doorbell ring. Who would visit you at 8 p.m on a Saturday night without previous notice?
When you open the door, you are not surprised to see Bucky with his son, Grant, in his arms on the other side. If someone was going to show up at your house without being invited this someone would be Bucky Barnes. Not that you mind, you loved to spend time with him and his little boy.
[ i think i understand what you mean, if im wrong then i am incredibly sorry for being illiterate lol hope you enjoy no less :) ]
Jin was a bit confused when he came home to a quiet, and empty house. Usually when he announced his arrival, it would soon be followed by the pitter-patter of feet rushing to greet him with excitement. Calling out for his wife and child, Jin was once again given silence. Scrunching his eyebrows in concern, he took a moment to review if you had anything scheduled for today - soon concluding that you were staying home. At least, that’s what he thought.
It didn’t take but five minutes for the front door to be opened once again, entering the two missing people he’d been thinking about since he walked in. Sighing in relief that the mystery was over, he turned toward the two of you with a smile - only for it to slowly disappear when he saw the look on your face. You were, unfortunately, giving him your best bitch face.
“Is something wrong?” He finally voiced, the sniffling child in your arms making his heart clench. “Did something happen?”
Slowly, you put down the child and sweetly instructed them to get ready for bed, that you would tuck them in, shortly. Nodding that they understood, they quickly ran for their room, not even giving Jin a passing glance. This only made his heart clench even more. Looking back at you for some sort of explanation, Jin’s obliviousness only pissed you off even more.
“What is today, Seokjin?” He stayed silent, making you sigh heavily. “Why don’t you go take a look on the calendar, and then come ask me what happened.”
With that being said, you headed for your child’s bedroom without another word, once again leaving Jin by himself. Scratching his head in even more bewilderment, Jin did as you had asked and made his way for the kitchen.
Saturday, November 18th. What was so special about that day?
And, that’s when it hit him. Jin felt like the world’s worst dad in that very moment, when all he could do was blink at the date, dumbfounded that he forgot in the first place. He missed his child’s first soccer game. Not only was he wrong about you staying home all day, but the fact he even remembers saying to them this morning that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He practically lied right to his child’s face. It wasn’t his fault that it slipped his mind, there was just a lot going on at the office, but Jin didn’t see that as a good excuse.
Judging from the chocolate stains on their cheeks, he concluded that you two had just gotten back from eating victory ice cream - which could only mean that they won their game. Which could only mean Jin had a lot of apologizing to do.
He could only hope that his child, and yourself, could forgive him.
Yoongi sat outside his daughter’s bedroom door in shame, it physically hurting him to hear her cry her eyes out, and he couldn’t do anything about it; probably because he was the cause of them in the first place.
“Sweetheart, I am so, so very sorry. They held me in the studio longer than I anticipated, you know I would never do this to you on purpos-”
“Just leave me alone!” She immediately cut him off from his apology, her cries getting worse by the second. “I looked like a fool, I should have known you’d always put your music before me, no matter what!”
That, to Yoongi, felt like a kick to the stomach. Never in his life did he think that his music was more important than his family, it never once crossed his mind. But, after tonight, he couldn’t possibly blame his daughter for feeling that way. That night was the annual sixth grade ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ at her school, which she was so excited for-for the past two months. Everyone’s father showed up; give you one guess on who ended up having to go home early due to embarrassment of not having their date show up.
You practically chewed Yoongi out over the phone, saying how it took three bags of family sized m&ms to get her to calm down enough to remember to breathe. The both of you were livid, but your daughter felt neglected. And that was the last thing Yoongi ever wanted her to feel.
“Mi Sun, that’s not true…you know that’s not true. My music can never compare to you, how happy you make me everyday, the joy that you bring. Sweetheart, daddy is so sorry that he stood you up, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise. But, just know that you will always mean more to me than my music, no doubt about it.” There was silence on the other side of the door, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, it just meant she stopped crying. “Tell you what: I won’t go to the studio all week, next week. You’ll have me all to yourself, we can do whatever you want, it’ll be a little ‘Father-Daughter’ outing. What do you say, princess?”
Yoongi waited with high hopes, ear pressed against the door as he prayed that she would at least consider his offer. It wasn’t until the sound of her door being unlocked relieved him of any thought of rejection, soon greeted with a gummy smile that matched his own. “You mean it?”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone all the while picking up his little girl with his free arm, dialing Namjoon’s number without hesitation. Putting said person on speaker phone, he spoke.
“Namjoon, I’m taking all of next week off. I think it’s time I gave my greatest creation of all time my full and undivided attention. Goodbye.”
Your two children practically cursed Kim Namjoon’s existence, they were so mad. Not only did he run over one of their bike’s that morning, but now he had just broken their game counsel they had gotten from their uncle Jungkook, by stepping on it by accident; they were enraged.
He had promised them dessert after dinner to kind of set the atmosphere back into a lighter one, only for them to just eat it angrily as they continued to glare in their father’s direction. You tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter at Namjoon’s failed attempts to get back on their good side. Who could have thought that two seven year old boys could have a grown man begging on his knees for forgiveness?
“Please, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want? I told you countless times to never leave your bikes in the driveway, or to leave your game counsel lying around - so it’s technically not all my fault!”
They continued to be silent as they ate their desserts, their expressions never faltering. Finally letting out a small snicker, you speak.
“I don’t think you’re helping your situation here, Joonie.”
“I already gave them ice cream, what else do they want - my soul?” He exclaimed, losing all hope at this point. Namjoon didn’t like when his children were mad at him, it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He tried his best to be a good father and loving husband, and a small inconvenience like this just wasn’t sitting right. “I’ll buy you new bikes! And an even better game counsel, if you want, I don’t care. I will personally give you my wallet, if it’ll get you to stop-”
“Okay.” Hyun replied, while his brother nodded with enthusiasm. “And we want those diamond earrings that mom saw at the store a couple days ago, too!”
“And a puppy!” Jae was quick to add in, finishing up the last of his ice cream. Namjoon looked at the two boys with wide eyes and mouth agape. When Hyun’s statement finally registered in his brain, Namjoon slowly started to glare at you.
“You set this up, just so you could get those stupid earrings, didn’t you?”
Shrugging your shoulders, an evil grin slowly started to form on your face as you get up to retrieve his wallet. “Hey, I’m not the one who asked for them, the boys did. Too late to go back on your word now, Joonie.”
Shaking his head as you left the kitchen, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as the two boys started poking at his face - back to their normal, goofy selves.
“You two, and your mother, will be the death of me.”
He was devastated when he showed up to the school an hour late, and his little girl was no where to be seen. Hoseok frantically asked the teacher where she could’ve gone, only for him to get a look that could only be described as judgmental. What kind of father didn’t know where his own child was?
“There was a swarm of men that ran at your daughter with cameras, they chased her back into the school. She was the last student to be picked up, and they wouldn’t leave, so we called your wife. She tried your phone, Mr. Jung, but you wouldn’t answer. She is safe at home, by now.”
A small breath of relief fell from his lips as he thanked the teacher, and apologized for the inconvenience with the paparazzi. She merely responds with ‘I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.’ She couldn’t have been more right.
As if on cue, his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, after hours of having it shut off. Hoseok visibly winces at the sight on his lock screen: 37 text messages, followed by 52 missed calls. He was definitely screwed.
Now, he found himself parked in the driveway, mentally preparing himself on how he planned on apologizing for leaving his daughter all alone in that kind of situation. She must have been so frightened, and just thinking about it made him feel even worse.
Once he entered the house, he becomes uneasy at the silence that he’s greeted with - it making him feel like the smallest person in the world. When he made his way into the family room, there you sat in the rocking chair he had bought, for the pregnancy with your second child. The look on your face was enough to show that you were far from being happy, but your features quickly softened when you saw how wreaked his face looked. You could tell that he had been crying out of guilt, the teddy bear he had obviously bought for your daughter confirming that as well.
“H..How is she?” He rasps, throat tight as the guilt continued to weigh on his shoulders. You shrug slightly, before taking a deep breath.
“Could’ve been worse, I suppose. She’s a little shaken up, but nothing physically wrong with her, thank god.” Carefully, you stand from the rocking chair, one hand resting on your bloated stomach. “Hobi…what happened, where were you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”
“I-I lost track of time, the clock in my office was an hour late. My phone had to be switched off, because I was in and out of meetings all day - I didn’t mean to forget. I-I rushed as fast as I could to the school, and when I didn’t see her, I panicked, I thought something bad had happened. And then, I had to find out from the teacher that the paparazzi went after her-why would they do that?! She’s only a little girl, they’d never go as far as ambushing a child! This is all my fault, she’s was scared and alone, I wasn’t there, and now she probably hates me!”
“Hobi…” You tried to calm him down, the tears from earlier making their appearance once again as they cascaded down his cheeks, like a river; but he just kept going.
“What kind of father am I? I even had to make you leave the comfort of bed-rest just so you could go pick her up, when it was my job to do so-I’m just so stupid! I don’t know what I’d do if they had laid a single hand on either one of you, it makes me sick! Doesn’t anyone understand privacy anymore? This isn’t the kind of life I wanted for you, or for our children. I want you to feel safe, and healthy and protected - I can’t even do that right!”
“Hoseok, enough.” You raised both hands to cup either side of his face, making him focus on you. Your thumbs gently wiped away the stray tears, softly cooing at him to breathe and just to relax. “You are an amazing father, who works very hard for his family everyday. Sure, I was a little angry at how careless you were in the situation, but you’re human. You make mistakes, too. She won’t hate you, she never could, she loves her daddy far too much. Like I said, she was just a little frazzled, nothing serious. As for the paparazzi, we’ll get restraining orders - simple as that. Now, no more of this negative talk. Your princess needs her hope, her angel, to cheer her up.”
By now, his tears had come to a stop, a small smile taking their place. Leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, Hoseok felt so lucky to have someone like you to remind him that he was loved and appreciated. Even though deep down he still felt awful about the whole thing, it was nothing a good, long cuddle session with her brand new teddy bear couldn’t fix.
I feel like Jimin would be very offended that you hadn’t brought him any treats back, sitting on the couch with an expression of pure betrayal as he watched his child munch away on yummy candies.
“So tell me again, why you told mommy not to bring daddy anything back? Did daddy do something wrong?” The child nods their head, pouting. “He did? Mind telling me what exactly he did to make you so upset?”
This time the toddler shook their head ‘no’, going back to stuffing their face with sweets and watching cartoons. After ten minutes of pleading for some sort of clue, Jimin finally gives up and goes to ask you what the problem is. But, unfortunately, you had no clue either.
“They’ve just been grumpy all day, and when I offered a trip to the candy shop, that seemed to do the trick. I was going to bring you something back, but they insisted that I shouldn’t.”
“And you listened?” He gaped. “Jagiiiii.”
“Look, all I know is that you did something to piss off our three year old child, and I don’t exactly know how. So, you’re on your own. Think, Chim, did something happen this morning?”
Retracing his steps on how the morning played out, Jimin couldn’t decipher anything that might have been out of the ordinary. He woke up, got dressed, came down stairs, ate breakfast - he remembers that he was running a little late for work, so he had to skip on the goodbye kis-
“Ohhhhh.” Jimin finally connected to the problem, giggling at how trivial this whole thing turned out to be. “I know what the deal is.”
Without even enlightening you as to what he just realized, Jimin made his way back into the living room and sat right in his spot next to the toddler. Leaning downward to plant a small kiss on their forehead, he exclaims at full volume.
“Goodbye, my little mochi, daddy loves you~!”
You tilted your head in confusion for a moment until you, too, realized what had made your child so salty all day: Jimin never gave them their usual goodbye kiss before he left for work. Immediately, as if someone had flipped a switch, your child offered a handful of candies to their daddy, him happily taking the sweets with a wide grin.
“Remind me never to forget goodbye kisses, ever again.”
He despised being the bad cop when it came to punishing his son. Taehyung was usually the fun parent, always sneaking snacks at night and promising never to tell you, that kind of parent. But, when the foot had to come down, it came down hard. During dinner, his son was starting to get a little smart mouthy toward you, and Taehyung was not having it. He had warned him to cool it, but he just didn’t know when to quit.
“That’s it, I’ve warned you to stop running your mouth! Go to your room, you’re grounded for a month - matter of fact, make it two months for bad mouthing your mother!”
This seemed to set him off even more, as he aggressively pushed away from the table to stand, pointing a spiteful finger in your direction. “She is not my mother. She’s just some skank you picked up at some club, and decided she was good enough to keep around-”
“That’s crossing the line! Four months! Say one more goddamn thing, and it’ll be a year - do you understand me?!”
“You’re always picking her side over mine! Ever since she moved in with us, you’ve changed - she’s changing you! I don’t even know who you are anymore, no wonder mom left you! She’s gone because of you, and I hate you!”
With that being said, he finally stormed off. The dining room was left eerily silent, as the only thing that was heard was the sound of him slamming his bedroom door shut. You looked over at Taehyung, seeing that his face remained blank, but you didn’t miss the single tear that slid down his cheek.
You knew that his ex-wife was a touchy subject between the two of them, and that whole argument definitely opened up old wounds. You raised from your seat, slowly walking over to where he continued to remain motionless as the tears just kept on falling. Leaning in close, you place a small kiss on his slightly damp cheek, easing a little tension out of his shoulder for moment.
“He didn’t mean it, Taehyung. Don’t take what he said to heart, he’s just frustrated. Give him some time, and he’ll come around. I’ll talk to him.” Giving him one more kiss, you exited the dining room and toward his son’s.
Taehyung still continued to sit there as he leaned his face into his hands, now silently crying to himself. You were amazing, trying your very hardest to be a good step-mother…why couldn’t he give you a chance?
- - -
Tae didn’t even realize that he passed out in the dining room, from possibly crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the sound of the front door being slammed shut, and a couple of hushed whispers. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed two silhouettes coming toward him, only to then discover that it was you and his son, carrying what looked to be bowls of frozen yogurt.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You giggled, walking up to him to wipe some drool off the side of his face. “Are you okay?”
Blinking a couple of times, he directs his attention to his son, seeing that he was still picking at his frozen treat while purposely avoiding eye contact. It stayed that way for a good two minutes until you decided to speak for them.
“Dae-Jung, isn’t there something you’d like to say to your father?” The preteen sighs heavily, setting his now empty cup of froyo on the table. Shuffling his feet from side to side, he finally nods.
“I..I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean those things that I said, I was just…angry, I guess. It’s just…mom hasn’t been returning my calls lately, and you’ve been spending less time with me, and more time nagging me. I miss how things used to be, when you were my best friend, rather than this stick-in-the-mud. I apologized to Y/n…she’s actually really cool…I guess I kinda get what you see in her…so there. I don’t hate you, and I’m glad you’re here, and I’m sorry that I-”
Taehyung didn’t even let the boy finish rambling as he pulled him into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of him to reassure himself that he was still there.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Dae-Jung, I just don’t want you growing up and seeing me as a pushover. I can’t have you walking all over me like you mother did. And I’m glad you’re giving Y/n a chance, you’ll love her, I promise.” He beams at you, grateful to have someone like yourself in his child’s life, and his own. “But, you’re still grounded.”
“What? WHY?” He exclaims, trying to pull away from the hug, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him as he hugged even tighter.
“Because, you didn’t bring me back any frozen yogurt.~”
You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, with your little plus one ‘helping’ you carry the bags inside. After getting everything situated and put away, you set her in her little high chair, so she could enjoy the little treats you had bought for her - for being a good little helper. Soon, your husband walked in, hugging you from behind followed by a small peck to your cheek.
“Hello, gorgeous.~ And hello to you, my little bunny, where’s my kiss~?” Right as he went to give his princess a kiss on the cheek as well, she immediately screamed and blocked her treats from his sight. Taking a step back in shock, he tilts his head in confusion at his baby girl.
You chuckle softly, leaning over the counter. “Looks like somebody isn’t happy with you.”
“What have I done?” He tried again to get a kiss, only for her to scream once more, halting his movement. “What’s the matter, precious? Why can’t daddy have a kiss?”
“No!” She chirps, shaking her head. “My kisses!”
“I can’t have just one?” She shakes her head once again. “Why not?”
Jungkook, now in a dilemma, places his hands on his hips. It wasn’t until he noticed the empty bag of Hershey kisses that laid right next to her, did he finally realize the miscommunication.
“Ah, no, I want an actual kiss! Not your candy, silly girl.” He giggles before puckering his lips, leaning downward until he was at her level. “Like this! Remember? You love daddy’s kisses!”
The little one took a moment to register what he just said, until her eyes focused in on his puckered lips, blinking at them a couple of times. When it eventually clicked, she leaned forward as well until her forehead rested on his lips - allowing him to just go nuts with the tiny kisses to her head; the large amount of affection from her daddy was enough to make her giggle happily, enjoying the shower of kisses he continued to give her.
The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt, Jungkook could be such a softball when it came to his little gir-
“Jungkook, you ass, I literally just saw you swipe some candy-”
In which Dean just about held it together… and I did not.
This review will be in several parts. I have separated it into several sections that I wish to talk about because hot damn. What an episode! This Part 1 focuses on Dean’s grief and Destiel and saying goodbye to Castiel.
Firstly, an introduction
As I sit here, surrounded by three friends who I met on
tumblr, BECAUSE of this show, I am amazed at how far I have come. I did not
think that when I joined this fandom I would ever get to this moment, but my
gosh what an amazing feeling this is. To all of you out there – reach out to
people, you really won’t regret what you find.
I adored this episode. I screamed, I even shed a single man
tear whilst holding on to @amwritingmeta quite tightly… sorry Annelie if I hurt
you at all. @tinkdw, @margarittet and @amwritingmeta you guys are wonderful and I am so glad that I have been able to flail and scream along to this awesome episode with you. Thank you for sharing this crazy obsession with me.
Part 1 - Love, Grief and Saying Goodbye
THEY USED METALLICA’S NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AS THE OPENING
SONG! We were two seconds in and @margarittet had to pause because we all
collectively SCREAMED that they chose to use this as the open song AS WELL! @tinkdw said that she wanted to try and guess what the opening song was this season
but I don’t think ANY OF US considered that they would reuse “Nothing Else
Matters” because its just so on the nose isn’t it? Nothing else matters?
Nothing else matters than what exactly?
Well once again the “Then” sequence ends on Dean kneeling
over Cas’s body.
The answer is Castiel. Nothing else matters than CASTIEL. This is repeated CONSTANTLY throughout the episode. You are not allowed to forget about him for a SINGLE SECOND and this opening song drums that home. Seriously if there are any Cas fans out there still bitter about Cas I dunno what show you are watching because it certainly ISN’T the show I watched yesterday.
It hurts to think about. What even
was this episode? From the opening song “Nothing Else Matters” to the “Goodbye
Cas” at the funeral pyre, this episode was chocablock full of moments that
prove unequivocally that for Dean, Cas truly is his guiding light, his hope. Even if you don’t see their relationship as romantic you cannot possibly deny after 13x01 that Dean and Cas have an extraordinary connection and a deep and profound love that has now transferred to an even deeper excruciating grief in Dean.
Choosing to use this song as the season opener though? The
season opener always reflects the tones of the season, the main themes. To have
THIS song as the season opening? Wow. Just wow. This is a song that comes up
first if you google “Metallica Love Song” by the way. In case you were
wondering if it was indeed a love song. Because it is. James Hetfield confirmed it
was written for a girlfriend. Interestingly though it has been debated over the
years as the lyrics themselves are not conventionally romantic lyrics.
Nevertheless, this is now fact: Supernatural used a Love Song called “Nothing
Else Matters” to set the tone and theme of season 13, lingering over shots of
Dean looking down at Castiel’s dead body. This isn’t even arguable. This is
where we are.
(and what a wonderful place to be my friends)
Dean’s grief was beautifully portrayed by the superb acting skills of Jensen Ackles. In my season 13 wishlist
I said this:
“It probably goes
without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good
helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty
– if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in
canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers
are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas
was to them and how his death has affected them”
You laid back on your shared bed with your boyfriend, Ethan, scanning aimlessly through your phone. When you had texted Ethan on your way home from the airport he had told you he was out filming something with Grayson. Neither of you had seen each other in two weeks since you’d come back from your family vacation. You had originally planned to come home a day later but you wanted to surprise Ethan by choosing to come home a little earlier instead. You waited impatiently, tapping your fingers against your thigh until your heart began to pound in your chest at the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Heavy footsteps shuffled in followed by two familiar voices.
“Dude I think she’s gonna hate it.” You heard Ethan’s laugh and it automatically made your heart sing even though you were questioning what the hell he’d gotten himself into now. You couldn’t leave Ethan or Grayson alone for more than five minutes before one of them was hurting themselves or doing something they’d likely regret later on.
“Maybe she’ll think it’s kind of kinky.” Grayson replied. You heard a smack followed by a loud “Ow!” You narrowed your eyes. What the hell were they talking about? You shook your head and contemplated coming out of the bedroom until you heard Ethan’s footsteps trudging down the hall.
“I’m taking a nap bro. I’m beat.”
The door swung open and Ethan stopped dead, stumbling backwards, clutching his chest with widened eyes.
Yet he wasn’t the asshole kind of popular, more like the popular boy who’s lowkey a nerd
His hair was always in those kind of curls,some of them were falling on his face somtimes, which made him to push them away every now and then (oh way god you know that video were he pushes his hair back?? I’m dead)
Since the first time you saw him walking through the hallway
You immediately crushed in him
But you surely weren’t the only one
Basically every girl would love to even have his attention for themselves
Even if it would only be for a few second
Eventually, you’d have some classes with him
Today was Thursday
First class of the day: physics
You adored physics
When you were younger you kind of had some problems with it
You always had to have a clear picture in your head to actually understand it
But now, you immediately get what the teacher is talking about
One of the most easiest topics in physics
While the teacher was explaining everything, you took some notes
Some notes aka almost an entire page
The teacher was in the middle of explaining when the door suddenly opened
“I’m so sorry for being late. I had to talk to the principal about something very important.”
Your heart started beating a little bit faster
“I’ve been informed Mr. Holland, please take a seat. I’m sure one of your classmates will tell you what we’ve been doing.”
He nodded, looking around for a place to sit
There was one seat left and that was next to Y/N
Aka the girl he had a massive crush on
He loved how she feather hid behind a book than listening to the gossip all the other girls are talking about
She was good at school, some people even called her a nerd
It seemed like she never let anything negative get too much of her attention
But sometimes, even if it would be for a few seconds, he saw the sadness in her eyes
“Hey, do you mind if I sit next to you?“
„Uh-uhm.. no, absolutely not.“
Oh god why did you have to stutter in the most important moments??
Big little did you know that he was as nervous as you were
His heart was beating so fast,he was afraid that you could hear it
„Can I,uhm, have a look on your notes.“
B L U S H I N G
Like from the both of you (a lot of it)
After some time he mumbled something
„Well, actually.. no I don’t really get this if I’m being honest.”
That was the chance you’ve been waiting for
“Uhm, do you want me to teach you? This topics of one of my favorites and I could try teaching you.”
Loverboys eyes would widen at the words you were saying
“Yeah, when are you free?”
“Actually, today would be fine with me.”
Oh my god is this really happening???
Is the Tom Holland asking you to come over??
He looked at you with a waiting look on his face
“Yeah, alright I’ll be the around six if that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, yeah. Uhm I’ll see you later Y/N!”
“See you later Tom.”
As both of your ways separated you from each other, your thoughts didn’t
Both of you would have massive smiles on your faces, hearts still beating fast
“He’s everything- my everything, my only, my all.”
Requested by many people (phrase no. 8 from my prompt list)
Draco realized he was in love with Harry Potter when he was seventeen. On that day, in that exact moment, Draco was supposed to hate Harry Potter with more hate than he had ever felt for anything in whole life. He was supposed to sentence Potter to death. But when Draco stood there staring into Potter’s ever so green eyes, his face mere centimeters away from Potter’s - close enough to kiss, all Draco could feel was love. Draco felt sick to his stomach when he realized this, but he shoved all his emotions into the deepest, darkest part of his heart so he could deal with them later, just like he always did.
“I don’t know,” Draco said, and by doing so disappointing his family and betraying everything that he was supposed to care about.
But somehow Draco didn’t give a damn about these consequences. Potter was his everything now.
Draco did not let his love for Harry Potter resurface for five years. Even after Potter’s testimony at Draco’s trial, and Draco becoming friends with Granger in their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, and Draco running into Potter because of Teddy-related activities, Draco’s feelings remained suppressed. And that was okay, because Draco was perfectly fine ignoring these feelings, and he planned on going on ignoring them for the rest of his life, but then Potter had to fuck everything up by being an Auror and nearly dying on the same night that Draco was working in the Severe Spells and Trauma Unit of St. Mungo’s.
“What have we got?” Draco asked the mediwitch on duty as he slipped on a pair of Healing gloves, magically programmed to be impenetrable against germs.
The mediwitch forced her gaze away from the patients being carted into the Trauma center on flying gurneys and looked at the medical chart that an EMW (Emergency Medi-Wizard) had handed her. “Twenty two year old male, took a Spasmos to the chest and was Crucio’d for approximately thirty seven seconds. He’s been having seizures every seventy four seconds. He and his partner were on an Auror mission.”
Draco nodded in understanding. “Who’s got his partner?”
“That’s me.” called Healer Owens. Owens, known to Draco as Jasper, winked at Draco as he slid on his gloves and listened to his own mediwitch recite the medical information on Draco’s patient’s partner.
“Thirty year old female, hit with Petrificus Totalus and thrown against the wall when one of the criminals cast an Expulso. Possible paralyzation and many broken bones,” Jasper’s mediwitch reported.
Jasper grimaced. “We’ll see what we can do about that.”
Jasper and Draco both headed in opposite directions to treat their patients.
The EMWs had just transferred Draco’s patient from the gurney to a bed when Draco reached him. The man’s tanned chest was bare and he was wearing only his trousers; the EMWs must have removed his robes when they realized his chest had been hit. Draco barely got to look at his patient before his mediwitch handed him the specially-modified Healer’s wand and had to set to work, but one glance was all it took for Draco to recognize the man on the bed: it was Harry Potter.
Draco pushed his thoughts on Harry Potter to the back of his mind (he was quite good at it after five years of practice) and centered all of his attention on the injuries in front of him.
“His seizures are occurring more frequently now, only about sixty two seconds apart now,” his mediwitch chirped. “Forty three seconds until the next one.”
Draco nodded and waved his Healer’s wand over Potter’s - no, the patient’s - chest, and cast a spell to make the area affected by Spasmos glow. A small circle on the left half of the patient’s chest lit up in an electric blue color, and the color had spread across the rest of his chest in thin lines, like branches of a tree.
“Shit,” Draco muttered. One of the branches of light was dangerously close to the patient’s heart. Potter’s heart.